The Hegemony Compound in Ribeirao Preto, Brazil, February 13th in Ender's Universe
Office of the Hegemon, Ribeirao Preto, Brazil
It was a strange sensation, to want to both hug and choke a legume at the same time. Choke him for being difficult, hug him for getting two other difficult people off of his neck - which was something Peter had decided on yesterday, after an argument with his sister in which he had walked out victorious.
After all, she'd agreed to head back into space.
Of course, that left Peter with the unpleasant part, which was informing the two troublemakers they were getting hauled out to begin with. It's that they were from another universe, or he might have chosen to be more careful, but right now it seemed like an excellent way to keep tabs on Bean (his frustrating former lieutenant Battle School brat) and figure out how his stupid baby brother fit into this without having to spend too much time looking away from Achilles.
Suriyawong, his other former Battle School brat, stood mercifully still and quiet by his side. Peter was not in a mood for criticism, which he doubted would help him in the trying times ahead.
He poked at something on his desk. "Tell them to come in."
He liked making them wait.
Ben rolled his eyes outside Peter's door. "He likes making us wait," he commented to Karla. "Think it's so he can adjust the booster seat in his big-boy chair properly?"
Ben, shockingly, wasn't wildly fond of Peter.
Karla snickered. "Simple pleasures for simple minds," she agreed. "Though I prefer to think of it as charity. The air and the company are so much more nicer on this side of the door."
"If he thinks he can just ship us back to Fandom, we'll see how charitable I can be," Ben said flatly.
Karla leveled a glare at the office door. "If he thinks he can do that, we'll have proof positive the Wiggin intelligence started with Val."
Because it wasn't going to happen. "Just no leaving bruises," she cautioned. "I don't want to waste a Healing web."
"Are they coming yet?" Peter asked Suriyawong, at a volume obviously meant to travel past the door. "I only have so much time to waste."
"Don't want to keep you from re-alphabetizing your paperwork," Ben said dryly as he walked in, nodding at the unfamiliar face.
"Now, Ben," Karla chided as she sauntered in behind him. "He could have babies to kiss or ribbons to cut. Being the Hegemon has so many important responsibilities, after all."
"I could just withhold the information I have," Peter said, mildly. As it turned out, not having Valentine in the room made him slightly less irritable, "But don't let that get in the way of your pubescent witticisms, or anything."
Suriyawong remained a silent, stoic presence by Peter's side. He didn't respond to Ben's nod in the slightest.
Ben arched up an eyebrow, for a moment looking very much like his father and grandfather. "But then we wouldn't go away," he commented, "and we'd just take up space in your office while we spent all of our time talking about how great Ender is."
Karla saw fit to do just that. She dragged a chair closer to Peter's desk, plunked herself into it, and addressed the air. "Have I mentioned how much I enjoy doing theater with Ender? I felt he really nailed the role of Egeus in Midsummer. He had that really self-important windbag act down. I wonder who he could have been using as a model?" She didn't even bother to look at Peter when she said it.
Karla grew up in Court. She could do small talk all day.
Oh, they were trying to play it like that. Cute. Like actual fifteen year olds, not snotty Battle School kids who just bantered to hide their real abilities: these two were just hiding a lot of hot air. He shot Karla a slightly irritated glance, but he was already feeling triumph setting in.
"You probably wouldn't," Peter allowed, "Except that I can throw you out of my compound - unless you'd like to struggle, and cause an international incident the size of which would keep you from going after my brother for the next six months. So I suggest the both of you sit down and listen to what I have to say."
Peter didn't have a lot of actual power in the world, but he loved the little he got.
"It's only international if we were from one of the countries on this planet," Ben informed him. Diplomatically.
He found a seat where he could watch the door, Peter and the guy who didn't talk, and waited.
Peter should be thanking every god he'd ever heard of that Karla wasn't reading his narrative mind, because she'd happily show him what her 'real abilities' were.
*This would be a bad time to point out that we could just take the information from him, yes?* she asked on a spear-thread to Ben. Aloud, she just batted her eyes at Peter. "Kiss kiss."
In this case, it was Karla for 'Make a move I don't like and I will leave you bleeding on the ground.'
It was a very versatile phrase.
"It's international if it affects all the countries on this planet," Peter said, repressing the urge - diplomatically - to roll his eyes. "I've recently gotten into contact with one of Ender's old 'Jeeshmates'." You could hear the airquotes. "Julian Delphiki. Better known as Bean." He took a moment to let that name settle. "He and his companion are willing to take you along and help you on your research-- to a point."
He leaned forwards, his fingers knotted together on the desk. "Val tells me you have some special abilities," he said, "And Bean can use them."
Ben's eyes flickered between Peter and Creepy Kid Who Still Didn't Talk. "Val said that Bean could use our abilities?" he said, deliberately misunderstanding the sentence. "I doubt that."
"For one thing, he's male," Karla murmured. "That means mine are completely useless to him."
She was being deliberately vague. Let them assume she meant her vast array of feminine wiles if they liked.
"No," Peter snapped, "I mean he can use you. Again, if you'd rather I send him an email telling him you won't be showing up, I'll be happy to oblige. Otherwise, Suriyawong here will escort you to your plane."
Suriyawong bowed his head. "We have a plane waiting to take you to Prague," he said, in tones that were formal and a little clipped. "Should an agreement be reached."
Ben shot Karla a warning look. Poking Peter, however satisfying not dirty, wasn't going to get them anywhere useful right now.
"Bean wouldn't be in Prague, though," he said, addressing himself to Suriyawong. "That's too easy. And what would he need our help with?"
"You'll be receiving instructions in Prague," Peter said, edging his way back into irritable. "Bean's currently on the run. He's convinced Achilles can kill him despite the fact that he's locked up here under my top security." A pause. "So you might as well make yourself useful while you're on this wild goose chase."
Ben's warning glance got a bland look in return. Technically, as far as things went, she was behaving admirably. Peter hadn't accidentally fallen into an invisible doorknob, for one.
"So your price for delivering us to Prague and an introduction to Bean is that we use our abilities--whatever you've been told they are--for Bean's protection and defense while we search for your brother?" Karla asked. "Interesting."
"Not at all," Peter said, glibly.
"Bean is Strategos of the Hegemon's forces," Suriyawong supplied, recognising his cue. "The Hegemony doesn't want to lose an important asset." Yes, his spine was still rigid straight.
If Bean ever came back.
"There you have your deal." Peter had been going from irritated to cheerful and back like a ping-pong ball. "Val claims you're trustworthy. I can't affirm that. But Delphiki is like a bloodhound when it comes to threats to his life, so I'm pretty comfortable giving this to two mouthy off-worlders whose only current asset on this planet... is me."
Ben was very pleased with himself for not slapping the smirk off of Peter's face. His mother's voice in his head telling him to be more like his father and less like his grandfather was helping.
His mind whirled through the information--Peter was bringing Achilles here. Achilles was trying to kill Bean, or so Bean thought. And Bean, in Ben's estimation, had to be smarter than Peter, which Peter no doubt knew and also wouldn't appreciate. So it wasn't at all a matter of Peter helping him and Karla find Ender. It was them being shipped off as a passive-aggressive form of punishment for Bean. Lovely.
"And your plane to Prague," Ben said evenly, standing up. "Which we should probably get to."
Karla shot a glare at Ben, one that suggested she was seriously rethinking her stance on Peter and invisible fist-shaped doorknobs.
She stood when Ben did. "Yes, we should." She flicked her eyes towards Suriyawong. "You'll be escorting us then?"
If you were really paying attention, you'd notice the subtle eyeroll that quietly interrupted Suriyawong's stoic pose, but he was otherwise well-behaved. For the moment.
"I'll be escorting you to your plane."
"Good luck," Peter said, "I mean that. Bean's never listened to anyone. Well," he said, after a thoughtful pause, "Except one, obviously."
He was a spiteful bitch. He could turn Ender around on them. "You can always contact me if you want to be airlifted out and shuttled back into space."
"Don't hold your breath on that call," Ben said dryly. "Ready, Karla?"
"In a minute," she replied, reaching out to touch a wall.
"Did you know," she asked with sweet malevolence, "that you can read the emotions of a place? They get trapped in the wood and the plaster and linger on. For example, the door and the entrance reek of contempt. It's almost palpable." She turned towards Peter. "And I can sense your emotions that linger on, too."
She didn't think he'd miss her dig, so she just smiled and kept going. "So much fear, so much anger, so helpless impotence. Oh, and petty amusement as well, here and there. It wasn't until Valentine showed up that you felt truly happy, was it? How desperately you want Little Sister to join your organization--though on your terms of course. Mustn't let her know how much you need her. She could use that against you; after all, that's what you'd do, right?"
"You're a naked emperor, Peter Wiggin. That's all. And with Val here, maybe, just maybe, you could start to become something more, something real. Be able to convince the populace that yes, you are wearing pants at all. Do you already have messes she needs to clean up or are you just preparing for the inevitable future?"
She swept towards the door. "I just wanted to make one last thing perfectly clear. Even if Val stays with you, it won't be the triumph over Ender that you've been dreaming of your entire life. She just knows that Ender's enough of an adult to stand by himself."
"Let's go, Ben. We have a plane to catch."
Suriyawong left Peter to his bristling - soothing the Hegemon's raised hackles would be up to his parents, and not to him.
Or knowing Peter's parents, they would make his hackles worse. Either way, it wasn't his problem to deal with. He guided them through the doors, and only when they closed did he speak, radiating something between dedication and calm, not arrogant, disdain. "The Hegemon isn't lying," he said, to Karla, "You may have just destroyed some of your own chances."
He did keep on walking. "You will need Hegemony identification."
"I remember you," Karla said quietly, peering at Suriyawong closely. She ignored his comment, at least for the moment. "You were at the Battle School, with Ender. You were a Dragon."
Suriyawong cast her a sideways glance that might have intimated some surprise at the recognition. "You know the facts," he said, stiffly, "But that display in there proves you don't have the skills to survive on our world. I can only hope you won't do either of them too much damage."
"She won't," Ben said, his tone very much the assassin and not the fifteen year old boy. If he had to sit on Karla the next time to stop her from talking, well, he'd try it.
He didn't care overly much about Peter's hurt feelings, but Suriyawong--and the name didn't even sound familiar to him--was a different story. "We're here to find Ender and go home," he continued. "We have no interest in whatever plans the Hegemon and the Strategos have planned for this world otherwise."
Suriyawong listened, but said nothing else on the topic. "You will need identification," he repeated, pulling two envelopes out of his pocket and offering them up to be taken. "Your plane leaves in ten minutes. Hope you didn't unpack."
He didn't sound like he particularly cared either way.
"Well, they're true, so, yes, I do suppose they're facts," Karla said, continuing her own conversation--not that it stopped her from taking the envelopes. She handed one over to Ben without ever looking away from Suryiawong. "He made a point to never call you Surly. Not just because you knew better than to give your commander attitude. But because of who and what you were. A prince, but one who understood that he had a duty to serve, not a right to rule. Ender respected that--not your bloodline, your acceptance of that duty. So, when he spoke to you, he called you Surrey." She gave him a small half-smile. "That's why I remember you. That outlook is almost Kaeleeran."
She got a long look; again, Suriyawong said nothing, but the shift in his bearing made it clear that he was fonder of Karla now than Peter was, by far. Finally, he did speak. "Ender Wiggin was a great commander," he said, "But his time here is well and over."
He crossed the hallway towards a large door, and behind that door laid the tarmac. "But I don't have a lot of time to chat with you about the past. I've got a meeting to get to."
The doors opened, revealing the planes that stood there, large, and writ with the Hegemon's personal seal. "Once you arrive at the airport, a man will speak to you. The password is 'irreverent legume'."
You could kind of read Suriyawong's eyeroll off his face despite it not quite happening.
Ben snorted as he glanced up from the packet of identification information. "Bean thinks he's funny," he commented. He nodded his head gravely at Suriyawong. "May the Force be with you."
"You are right," Karla told Suriyawong. "His time here is over. That's why we've come to fetch him home. Trust your instincts and stay true to yourself and you'll come through this." And then blinked in surprise--she'd intended to stop at 'fetch him home.'
Rather than dwell on it any further, she prodded Ben. "Let's go." Hopefully he knew more about this odd conveyance than she did. "I hope they're going to feed us on this thing. I'm hungry."
Suriyawong nodded at the both of them, curtly, and spun on his heel. In the distance, there was a man - or rather a boy - waiting, the ID tag on his outfit just reading ACHILL, the last two letters obscured from view. Suri's posture was strangely servile.
On the tarmac, two men guided them on to the stairs, into the airplane. That was that.
[NFI, NFB, OOC is love! Preplayed with the witty endsthegame and amusing momlilassassin]
It was a strange sensation, to want to both hug and choke a legume at the same time. Choke him for being difficult, hug him for getting two other difficult people off of his neck - which was something Peter had decided on yesterday, after an argument with his sister in which he had walked out victorious.
After all, she'd agreed to head back into space.
Of course, that left Peter with the unpleasant part, which was informing the two troublemakers they were getting hauled out to begin with. It's that they were from another universe, or he might have chosen to be more careful, but right now it seemed like an excellent way to keep tabs on Bean (his frustrating former lieutenant Battle School brat) and figure out how his stupid baby brother fit into this without having to spend too much time looking away from Achilles.
Suriyawong, his other former Battle School brat, stood mercifully still and quiet by his side. Peter was not in a mood for criticism, which he doubted would help him in the trying times ahead.
He poked at something on his desk. "Tell them to come in."
He liked making them wait.
Ben rolled his eyes outside Peter's door. "He likes making us wait," he commented to Karla. "Think it's so he can adjust the booster seat in his big-boy chair properly?"
Ben, shockingly, wasn't wildly fond of Peter.
Karla snickered. "Simple pleasures for simple minds," she agreed. "Though I prefer to think of it as charity. The air and the company are so much more nicer on this side of the door."
"If he thinks he can just ship us back to Fandom, we'll see how charitable I can be," Ben said flatly.
Karla leveled a glare at the office door. "If he thinks he can do that, we'll have proof positive the Wiggin intelligence started with Val."
Because it wasn't going to happen. "Just no leaving bruises," she cautioned. "I don't want to waste a Healing web."
"Are they coming yet?" Peter asked Suriyawong, at a volume obviously meant to travel past the door. "I only have so much time to waste."
"Don't want to keep you from re-alphabetizing your paperwork," Ben said dryly as he walked in, nodding at the unfamiliar face.
"Now, Ben," Karla chided as she sauntered in behind him. "He could have babies to kiss or ribbons to cut. Being the Hegemon has so many important responsibilities, after all."
"I could just withhold the information I have," Peter said, mildly. As it turned out, not having Valentine in the room made him slightly less irritable, "But don't let that get in the way of your pubescent witticisms, or anything."
Suriyawong remained a silent, stoic presence by Peter's side. He didn't respond to Ben's nod in the slightest.
Ben arched up an eyebrow, for a moment looking very much like his father and grandfather. "But then we wouldn't go away," he commented, "and we'd just take up space in your office while we spent all of our time talking about how great Ender is."
Karla saw fit to do just that. She dragged a chair closer to Peter's desk, plunked herself into it, and addressed the air. "Have I mentioned how much I enjoy doing theater with Ender? I felt he really nailed the role of Egeus in Midsummer. He had that really self-important windbag act down. I wonder who he could have been using as a model?" She didn't even bother to look at Peter when she said it.
Karla grew up in Court. She could do small talk all day.
Oh, they were trying to play it like that. Cute. Like actual fifteen year olds, not snotty Battle School kids who just bantered to hide their real abilities: these two were just hiding a lot of hot air. He shot Karla a slightly irritated glance, but he was already feeling triumph setting in.
"You probably wouldn't," Peter allowed, "Except that I can throw you out of my compound - unless you'd like to struggle, and cause an international incident the size of which would keep you from going after my brother for the next six months. So I suggest the both of you sit down and listen to what I have to say."
Peter didn't have a lot of actual power in the world, but he loved the little he got.
"It's only international if we were from one of the countries on this planet," Ben informed him. Diplomatically.
He found a seat where he could watch the door, Peter and the guy who didn't talk, and waited.
Peter should be thanking every god he'd ever heard of that Karla wasn't reading his narrative mind, because she'd happily show him what her 'real abilities' were.
*This would be a bad time to point out that we could just take the information from him, yes?* she asked on a spear-thread to Ben. Aloud, she just batted her eyes at Peter. "Kiss kiss."
In this case, it was Karla for 'Make a move I don't like and I will leave you bleeding on the ground.'
It was a very versatile phrase.
"It's international if it affects all the countries on this planet," Peter said, repressing the urge - diplomatically - to roll his eyes. "I've recently gotten into contact with one of Ender's old 'Jeeshmates'." You could hear the airquotes. "Julian Delphiki. Better known as Bean." He took a moment to let that name settle. "He and his companion are willing to take you along and help you on your research-- to a point."
He leaned forwards, his fingers knotted together on the desk. "Val tells me you have some special abilities," he said, "And Bean can use them."
Ben's eyes flickered between Peter and Creepy Kid Who Still Didn't Talk. "Val said that Bean could use our abilities?" he said, deliberately misunderstanding the sentence. "I doubt that."
"For one thing, he's male," Karla murmured. "That means mine are completely useless to him."
She was being deliberately vague. Let them assume she meant her vast array of feminine wiles if they liked.
"No," Peter snapped, "I mean he can use you. Again, if you'd rather I send him an email telling him you won't be showing up, I'll be happy to oblige. Otherwise, Suriyawong here will escort you to your plane."
Suriyawong bowed his head. "We have a plane waiting to take you to Prague," he said, in tones that were formal and a little clipped. "Should an agreement be reached."
Ben shot Karla a warning look. Poking Peter, however satisfying not dirty, wasn't going to get them anywhere useful right now.
"Bean wouldn't be in Prague, though," he said, addressing himself to Suriyawong. "That's too easy. And what would he need our help with?"
"You'll be receiving instructions in Prague," Peter said, edging his way back into irritable. "Bean's currently on the run. He's convinced Achilles can kill him despite the fact that he's locked up here under my top security." A pause. "So you might as well make yourself useful while you're on this wild goose chase."
Ben's warning glance got a bland look in return. Technically, as far as things went, she was behaving admirably. Peter hadn't accidentally fallen into an invisible doorknob, for one.
"So your price for delivering us to Prague and an introduction to Bean is that we use our abilities--whatever you've been told they are--for Bean's protection and defense while we search for your brother?" Karla asked. "Interesting."
"Not at all," Peter said, glibly.
"Bean is Strategos of the Hegemon's forces," Suriyawong supplied, recognising his cue. "The Hegemony doesn't want to lose an important asset." Yes, his spine was still rigid straight.
If Bean ever came back.
"There you have your deal." Peter had been going from irritated to cheerful and back like a ping-pong ball. "Val claims you're trustworthy. I can't affirm that. But Delphiki is like a bloodhound when it comes to threats to his life, so I'm pretty comfortable giving this to two mouthy off-worlders whose only current asset on this planet... is me."
Ben was very pleased with himself for not slapping the smirk off of Peter's face. His mother's voice in his head telling him to be more like his father and less like his grandfather was helping.
His mind whirled through the information--Peter was bringing Achilles here. Achilles was trying to kill Bean, or so Bean thought. And Bean, in Ben's estimation, had to be smarter than Peter, which Peter no doubt knew and also wouldn't appreciate. So it wasn't at all a matter of Peter helping him and Karla find Ender. It was them being shipped off as a passive-aggressive form of punishment for Bean. Lovely.
"And your plane to Prague," Ben said evenly, standing up. "Which we should probably get to."
Karla shot a glare at Ben, one that suggested she was seriously rethinking her stance on Peter and invisible fist-shaped doorknobs.
She stood when Ben did. "Yes, we should." She flicked her eyes towards Suriyawong. "You'll be escorting us then?"
If you were really paying attention, you'd notice the subtle eyeroll that quietly interrupted Suriyawong's stoic pose, but he was otherwise well-behaved. For the moment.
"I'll be escorting you to your plane."
"Good luck," Peter said, "I mean that. Bean's never listened to anyone. Well," he said, after a thoughtful pause, "Except one, obviously."
He was a spiteful bitch. He could turn Ender around on them. "You can always contact me if you want to be airlifted out and shuttled back into space."
"Don't hold your breath on that call," Ben said dryly. "Ready, Karla?"
"In a minute," she replied, reaching out to touch a wall.
"Did you know," she asked with sweet malevolence, "that you can read the emotions of a place? They get trapped in the wood and the plaster and linger on. For example, the door and the entrance reek of contempt. It's almost palpable." She turned towards Peter. "And I can sense your emotions that linger on, too."
She didn't think he'd miss her dig, so she just smiled and kept going. "So much fear, so much anger, so helpless impotence. Oh, and petty amusement as well, here and there. It wasn't until Valentine showed up that you felt truly happy, was it? How desperately you want Little Sister to join your organization--though on your terms of course. Mustn't let her know how much you need her. She could use that against you; after all, that's what you'd do, right?"
"You're a naked emperor, Peter Wiggin. That's all. And with Val here, maybe, just maybe, you could start to become something more, something real. Be able to convince the populace that yes, you are wearing pants at all. Do you already have messes she needs to clean up or are you just preparing for the inevitable future?"
She swept towards the door. "I just wanted to make one last thing perfectly clear. Even if Val stays with you, it won't be the triumph over Ender that you've been dreaming of your entire life. She just knows that Ender's enough of an adult to stand by himself."
"Let's go, Ben. We have a plane to catch."
Suriyawong left Peter to his bristling - soothing the Hegemon's raised hackles would be up to his parents, and not to him.
Or knowing Peter's parents, they would make his hackles worse. Either way, it wasn't his problem to deal with. He guided them through the doors, and only when they closed did he speak, radiating something between dedication and calm, not arrogant, disdain. "The Hegemon isn't lying," he said, to Karla, "You may have just destroyed some of your own chances."
He did keep on walking. "You will need Hegemony identification."
"I remember you," Karla said quietly, peering at Suriyawong closely. She ignored his comment, at least for the moment. "You were at the Battle School, with Ender. You were a Dragon."
Suriyawong cast her a sideways glance that might have intimated some surprise at the recognition. "You know the facts," he said, stiffly, "But that display in there proves you don't have the skills to survive on our world. I can only hope you won't do either of them too much damage."
"She won't," Ben said, his tone very much the assassin and not the fifteen year old boy. If he had to sit on Karla the next time to stop her from talking, well, he'd try it.
He didn't care overly much about Peter's hurt feelings, but Suriyawong--and the name didn't even sound familiar to him--was a different story. "We're here to find Ender and go home," he continued. "We have no interest in whatever plans the Hegemon and the Strategos have planned for this world otherwise."
Suriyawong listened, but said nothing else on the topic. "You will need identification," he repeated, pulling two envelopes out of his pocket and offering them up to be taken. "Your plane leaves in ten minutes. Hope you didn't unpack."
He didn't sound like he particularly cared either way.
"Well, they're true, so, yes, I do suppose they're facts," Karla said, continuing her own conversation--not that it stopped her from taking the envelopes. She handed one over to Ben without ever looking away from Suryiawong. "He made a point to never call you Surly. Not just because you knew better than to give your commander attitude. But because of who and what you were. A prince, but one who understood that he had a duty to serve, not a right to rule. Ender respected that--not your bloodline, your acceptance of that duty. So, when he spoke to you, he called you Surrey." She gave him a small half-smile. "That's why I remember you. That outlook is almost Kaeleeran."
She got a long look; again, Suriyawong said nothing, but the shift in his bearing made it clear that he was fonder of Karla now than Peter was, by far. Finally, he did speak. "Ender Wiggin was a great commander," he said, "But his time here is well and over."
He crossed the hallway towards a large door, and behind that door laid the tarmac. "But I don't have a lot of time to chat with you about the past. I've got a meeting to get to."
The doors opened, revealing the planes that stood there, large, and writ with the Hegemon's personal seal. "Once you arrive at the airport, a man will speak to you. The password is 'irreverent legume'."
You could kind of read Suriyawong's eyeroll off his face despite it not quite happening.
Ben snorted as he glanced up from the packet of identification information. "Bean thinks he's funny," he commented. He nodded his head gravely at Suriyawong. "May the Force be with you."
"You are right," Karla told Suriyawong. "His time here is over. That's why we've come to fetch him home. Trust your instincts and stay true to yourself and you'll come through this." And then blinked in surprise--she'd intended to stop at 'fetch him home.'
Rather than dwell on it any further, she prodded Ben. "Let's go." Hopefully he knew more about this odd conveyance than she did. "I hope they're going to feed us on this thing. I'm hungry."
Suriyawong nodded at the both of them, curtly, and spun on his heel. In the distance, there was a man - or rather a boy - waiting, the ID tag on his outfit just reading ACHILL, the last two letters obscured from view. Suri's posture was strangely servile.
On the tarmac, two men guided them on to the stairs, into the airplane. That was that.
[NFI, NFB, OOC is love! Preplayed with the witty endsthegame and amusing momlilassassin]