The Nightmare Queen: thegildedageofficer: ‘Have you ever encountered Dream Pirates,…
‘Have you ever encountered Dream Pirates, Mahri?’
The general shuffled through the finished…
“You have..? What did you receive? Scars?” She asked curiously, watching his fingers, her smile fading from her face and molding her expression into one of concern.
‘Scars? Yes, but scars are the least damage that comes with war.’
“Would you mind if I gave you a hug sir? I really am so excited to see you I almost can’t contain…
Mahri released her captive with a small pout, “Can I at least accompany you like I used to? I’ll be quiet I swear!” She almost bounced with hope, unable to filter what was necessarily appropriate for who she was. “Please?”
‘You are like a small puppy, do you know that?’
The Nightmare Queen: thegildedageofficer: ‘Have you ever encountered Dream Pirates,…
‘Have you ever encountered Dream Pirates, Mahri?’
The general shuffled through the finished paperwork, checking and rechecking that all had been correctly filled out and signed before returning them to a neat stack to one side on his desk.
“No sir I can’t say I have..”…
‘Vicious wraiths, these creatures. They bear within them not the slightest shreds of emotions shave the thirst of blood, terror, and the utmost despair.’
Mahri cringed in distaste at the general’s vivid description. “I.. I don’t have anything that awful in my time.. All of my soldiers come in forms that best suit my goals. I would prefer not to meet one, though I’m curious why you asked. Did you come across them?”
He steepled his fingers before him, watching her closely. ‘I have crossed paths with such beings more times than I would care to remember and we have each in our turn payed dearly for such encounters,’
“Would you mind if I gave you a hug sir? I really am so excited to see you I almost can’t contain myself.. I feel like a shaken can of soda.”
‘Ah.. A hug? Um…well…I…I wouldn’t want to dirty your lovely… Ah, how do you say it in your language? Amadea abia…Dia ma- No,…
“They’re just clothes sir, they can be washed and replaced.. I’ve missed you terribly and I’m so happy you’re back.” Mahri smiled brightly and reached forward, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him tight around his ribs and waist. “Besides, I think all that gunk is becoming of you! You look like a hardworking man that doesn’t just sit behind a desk..”
He gently attempted to disentangle himself from her arms. ‘Ah, but this hard working man must clean himself up and return to the desk.’
‘Have you ever encountered Dream Pirates, Mahri?’
The general shuffled through the finished paperwork, checking and rechecking that all had been correctly filled out and signed before returning them to a neat stack to one side on his desk.
“No sir I can’t say I have..”…
‘Vicious wraiths, these creatures. They bear within them not the slightest shreds of emotions shave the thirst of blood, terror, and the utmost despair.’
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“Would you mind if I gave you a hug sir? I really am so excited to see you I almost can’t contain myself.. I feel like a shaken can of soda.”
‘Ah.. A hug? Um…well…I…I wouldn’t want to dirty your lovely… Ah, how do you say it in your language? Amadea abia…Dia ma- No, no…One moment, I’ll get this.. Helenka?…No, um…chemise? No, no, blouse is it? I can never keep these Earth tongues straight…’ He sighed, wiping the blood and engine grease that coated his hands onto his torn and filthy standard uniform.
‘Have you ever encountered Dream Pirates, Mahri?’
The general shuffled through the finished paperwork, checking and rechecking that all had been correctly filled out and signed before returning them to a neat stack to one side on his desk.
I have not written in this journal for what is likely too long for sanity’s sake.
This was never my intention, granted, yet communication has been severely interfered with in this sector. The origin of said interference remaining still unknown.
Some respite from the the demonic murmur of the fearlings. They seem oddly silent as of late, almost as if they are plotting some new evil with which to pass their imprisonment. Somehow this serves more to put me on edge when I should allow myself to recover from their mental onslaught. Mayhaps tomorrow I shall check the internal systems, try to discover what they are up to.
(Source: thegildedageofficer, via gildedageofficermiscinfo)
