Komm Susser Tod 2 3 8a

[15:26] <@Minaplo> [Eufemia lay sleeping on a small, loose collection of grey and brown blankets thrown haphazardly over the dark, cracked ground.-
[15:31] <@Minaplo> [Two figured stood over her. One was a tanned man with black, tangled hair, nearly six feet tall, wearing a camo uniform. A sidearm hung from his hip. The man's face was grizzled and twisted, the right side of it covered in ugly burn scars, the other half covered in elaborate tattoos, concentric flaming half-circles emanating from his left eye.-
[15:32] <@Minaplo> [The other figure was vastly stranger, an ethereal figure shrouded in blue, silky robes, wearing strange, bone-like armour and a high-crested helmet. Blue gemstone decorations beneath the helmet's lenses made it look as though the figure were crying.-
[15:42] <@Minaplo> ["When will she wake?" Asked the scarred man.-
[15:44] <@Minaplo> ["In another four to six hours." Said the robed figure.-
[15:45] <@Minaplo> [There was a pause in the conversation before the robed figure continued. "I will be gone by then. My side of the agreement has been fulfilled."-
[15:46] <@Minaplo> ["That it has." Said the scarred man.-
[15:46] <@Minaplo> [Another pause. "Tell me, why did you need us in the first place?" Asked the scarred man.-
[15:58] <@Minaplo> ["Trying to kill her in a way that didn't seem suspicious proved to be difficult." Said the robed figure. "A young, healthy girl, in the prime of her life and at peak fitness, suddenly dying of 'natural causes'? No. Too many people in the Brazilian government know or recruited LN agents. If it were a random person, or someone who smoked or drank, or was overweight, then I wouldn't have needed you at all."-
[16:01] <@Minaplo> ["Well, I'm glad that our self interests proved mutually beneficial in this case."-
[16:03] <@Minaplo> ["Mm." Said the robed figure. "You won't have any problems without me, I trust."-
[16:04] <@Minaplo> ["We've travelled pretty far. They probably won't suspect us." Said the scarred man. "Don't worry. We'll get her back to Colombia, and there she'll die for her crimes. We won't- can't- fuck this up."-
[16:05] <@Minaplo> ["…"-
[16:05] <@Minaplo> [The robed figure shook his head. "She is very young." It said. "Too young to be fighting and too young to be dying."-
[16:09] <@Minaplo> [The scarred man's eyes narrowed. "Not that young." Said the scarred man. "Old enough to be a mother. And old enough to choose to fight. To choose to kill. Don't make excuses for her actions, witch-man."-
[16:19] <@Minaplo> ["I don't." Said the robed figure coolly. "I simply state the facts. It's not her actions that need excuses, but rather the broad circumstances that led to her actions and the actions of millions. A criminal or not, she is too young. Too many of you are too young."-
[16:34] <@Minaplo> [The scarred man simply glared at him.-
[16:35] <@Minaplo> ["Time to go." Said the robed figure softly. He held out an armoured hand to the scarred man. "Good luck, Felipe."-
[16:35] <@Minaplo> [Felipe took the hand only reluctantly, shaking it once or twice before letting go. "You too."-
[16:35] <@Minaplo> [The robed figure nodded, then turned to Eufemia. The figure knelt down next to her and gently patted her several times on the head.-
[16:36] <@Minaplo> [With that done, the robed figure got to his feet- and a second later, was gone, leaving nothing but quickly-filling empty space behind.-
[19:45] <@Minaplo> —-
[19:48] <@Minaplo> [The guerrilla placed a small bowl of brothy soup down in front of Eufemia. The soup was a greeny-yellow colour, and the bowl simple metal. Field army stuff.-
[19:50] <@Minaplo> ["Thank you," Said Eufemia. She picked the bowl up with both hands and began to drink from it. It was quite watery and bland.-
[20:04] <@Minaplo> [The guerrilla- male, thin, anywhere from 15 to 25 by Eufemia's reckoning, wearing ill-fitting combat armour, a railgun and a bayonet- stared at her suspiciously. Everytime Eufemia moved, the guerrilla twitched nervously.-
[20:14] <@Minaplo> [Eufemia ate in silence until the bowl was half-drained, after which she finally spoke. "Why are you afraid of me?" She asked softly.-
[20:23] <@Minaplo> ["I'm not afraid." He said instantly.-
[20:28] <@Minaplo> ["No?" She said. "Your stance, legs wide, knees bent, ready for a fight. Gun is loaded, safety is off, but it looks well-maintained, and your finger's resting on the stock instead of the trigger, suggests that you've been trained in its use, so you haven't forgotten the safety. Every time I move you twitch, as though expecting me to attack. You gear yourself up to fire. You're constantly watching me, waiting for me to attack. Everything about this situation advantages you, yet you're so alert…"-
[20:37] <@Minaplo> ["S-Shut up." Said the guerrilla. As though to prove her wrong, he took a step forward and kicked the bowl out of her hands. Tepid soup splattered against the ground and wall. "I know what you done. I know what you be like. De Franco fucking Salazar." He said, his teeth bared. "Slithery, slimy- I'll never take my eyes off you until we've taken you back and shot you like a dog."-
[20:39] <@Minaplo> ["Why?" She said.-
[20:39] <@Minaplo> ["You know why-"-
[20:41] <@Minaplo> ["No, I don't." She said, calmly. "Whatever you've heard about me, chances are it was a lie."-
[20:42] <@Minaplo> ["It's not a lie!"-
[20:45] <@Minaplo> ["How can you tell?" She said. "You're angry. You lost your parents during the war. It's hard to tell truth from lie in that state of mind."-
[20:46] <@Minaplo> ["S-" He stopped. "How did you know I lost my parents?"-
[20:54] <@Minaplo> ["You're young." Said Eufemia. "17, 18. You have a symbol branded on your right hand, as did the other guards I've seen, which suggests it's a mark of induction, a belonging brand. Your scarring's old and stretched, so that suggests it happened some time ago, yet that would've made you prepubescent or early teen at best. Most parents wouldn't want their children to join a guerrilla group, not even in highly fanatical outfits. But if they were dead, then they couldn't stop anyone from taking you in, feeding you, indoctrinating you into their forces."-
[20:56] <@Minaplo> [The guerrilla paused, staring down at her, then quickly glanced down at his hand, where the brand was in clear display. "That doesn't mean anything." He said slowly, looking back at her.-
[20:58] <@Minaplo> [Eufemia nodded. "Okay. So you're of your own choosing, then."-
[20:58] <@Minaplo> ["That's right." Said the guerrilla firmly.-
[20:59] <@Minaplo> ["I envy you." Said Eufemia quietly.-
[20:59] <@Minaplo> ["… Huh?"-
[21:00] <@Minaplo> ["You said this was your choice. I believe you." She said. "I never had that choice myself. I never wanted to fight or become a hero. We got stuck in the fighting trying to escape our home. My father, my sister and me."-
[21:01] <@Minaplo> [The guerrilla stared at her, not saying a word.-
[21:03] <@Minaplo> ["The Colombian army had blocked off the roads, but we found a tank and somehow broke through." Said Eufemia. "It was just a way to get to safety, but it spiralled out of control. Local guerrillas found us, wanted us to help them. We never had the choice. We just wanted to leave, but now we had to stay and fight and risk our lives."-
[21:05] <@Minaplo> ["I just wanted to find my mother." She said, her voice soft, a fuzzy edge to her words that made her sound like she was on the brink of tears. "If it hadn't been us, if it had been someone else, my sister might still be alive, and I wouldn't even be here right now. So I wish I were like you, someone who chose to fight."-
[21:07] <@Minaplo> [The guerrilla stared at her for a second longer before looking away, seemingly embarrassed by the admissions. "Um…"-
[21:07] <@Minaplo> [Eufemia picked up the metal bowl, now empty of soup. "I was hungry." She said softly.-
[21:19] <@Minaplo> [The guerrilla sighed. "I'll get more." He bent down and took the bowl from her hands.-
[21:20] <@Minaplo> [As he stood up, the ground shook slightly, an explosion sounding from outside. Shouts and yells from the other guerrillas in the base sounded through the room. The guerrilla looked away for one second-
[21:21] <@Minaplo> [Eufemia leapt to her feet. With her left hand she grabbed the back of his head, and with her right she grabbed the bowl. She pushed the two together, slamming the rim of the bowl into the bridge of the guerrilla's nose. He let out a cry of pain, muffled by the bowl covering his face.-
[21:21] <@Minaplo> [His head firmly in her grasp, Eufemia tensed, then pulled the guerrilla hard into the ground, smacking his head against the dirty concrete floor.-
[21:21] <@Minaplo> [He didn't move.-
[21:22] <@Minaplo> [Eufemia bent over him, nearly covering his body with her own, resting her head against his chest.-
[21:23] <@Minaplo> [She took long, slow breaths, her eyes closed.-
[21:23] <@Minaplo> [Over the course of the next minute she stripped the guerrilla out of his armour, and took up his weapon. The door to the room wasn't locked…]

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