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Who: Canada (Matthew), Citrine, Russia (Ivan)
When: After this conversation.
Where: Lower Level, wherever Ivan is hanging out
Rating: G
Warnings: None so far. Become one with Russia
Summary: With another nation in Purg, Citrine's getting really interested about this whole thing and decides to go and meet Russia/Ivan. ...And she drags her minion Canada/Matthew with her.
The will of the country. Citrine had to admit that she was more than intrigued by all this. Ever since she had first spoken to the entity that claimed to be the will of a country named Canada, the thought had been constantly on her mind, trying to figure out just how this personification could exist. She vaguely remembered the nations of the old planet, but with humans moving into space, most of the old knowledge had become irrelevant. Regardless of which country 'Canada' was, however, it was the concept that fascinated her extremely right now. And of course, she hoped to be able to add more of these people to the employment list of White Fang.
The member count had gone up in the recent weeks and it was a good sign. People were doing things again, everything was in order-and most importantly, she had a duty. Even if being the sole leader of this organization, however small it was, wasn't exactly what she had applied for when she first started out here.
"The will of country..." she said to herself when she pondered that concept again, glancing up from her desk when she heard footsteps nearby, knowing that it must have been Canada. When she stood up to move to the door, she realized just how long she had been holed up in this place, working on files and reports to finally complete that dossier Tyve had suggested weeks ago. It was time she moved out of the headquarters and did some field work again.
When: After this conversation.
Where: Lower Level, wherever Ivan is hanging out
Rating: G
Warnings: None so far. Become one with Russia
Summary: With another nation in Purg, Citrine's getting really interested about this whole thing and decides to go and meet Russia/Ivan. ...And she drags her minion Canada/Matthew with her.
The will of the country. Citrine had to admit that she was more than intrigued by all this. Ever since she had first spoken to the entity that claimed to be the will of a country named Canada, the thought had been constantly on her mind, trying to figure out just how this personification could exist. She vaguely remembered the nations of the old planet, but with humans moving into space, most of the old knowledge had become irrelevant. Regardless of which country 'Canada' was, however, it was the concept that fascinated her extremely right now. And of course, she hoped to be able to add more of these people to the employment list of White Fang.
The member count had gone up in the recent weeks and it was a good sign. People were doing things again, everything was in order-and most importantly, she had a duty. Even if being the sole leader of this organization, however small it was, wasn't exactly what she had applied for when she first started out here.
"The will of country..." she said to herself when she pondered that concept again, glancing up from her desk when she heard footsteps nearby, knowing that it must have been Canada. When she stood up to move to the door, she realized just how long she had been holed up in this place, working on files and reports to finally complete that dossier Tyve had suggested weeks ago. It was time she moved out of the headquarters and did some field work again.