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"Perhaps," the former King Georg, wherever he may be now be it the Skies or at seas, murmured to himself with a glance up at his aged 'companion' Valdemar, "If I had been as brave as these young Monarchs, we could have ruled together, happily." @ThanksChris

"To us!" cheered John VII to his now legally wedded husband, Andrik III. He ordered plenty of Carrion for everyone in the Seven Skies. @Emenzi

Enrico, who had been on a multi-year long cruise to visit the Kingdom of Kalden (he had grown up there, after all), raises both brows intently as he is delivered the missive by a giggling woman. "Oh what the f-." he says, crumbling up the missive and heading to make haste for the Palace, so that he may yell at his brother-in-law. He would later come to realise that he had not read the missive well enough to realise that his brother-in-law had actually died prior to the release of the missive. Oh woe.

Peace! Peace! Peace! The word repeated in his mind like a taunting chant. Peace! Peace! Peace! Shakily, he moved to sit before the mirror within in his confines of the Palatio Arancione. His face had gotten rougher, he thought. He couldn't quite tell if it was just age, or if the war had contributed to it. The bags under his eyes were definitely the fault of the war, and so were the scars across his body.

On the streets, people were celebrating the beginning of peace once more, and here he was, tears trickling down his cheeks. "The Cycle..." He murmured quietly to himself, "The Cycle has not been broken ..." The Light had endured for now, but they had not extinguished the Darkness from the World, and wherever Shadows remain, Darkness would still linger.

Enrico Amadeus would keep his sword sharpened, the Cycle was not broken. The Cycle fostered by the Aster Revolution, humanity would wage war on itself, over and over again. For now, however, he ought to enjoy the momentary lapse in warfare, right? His nieces and nephews would no longer be endangered. Maybe, he would even have his own children.

There is hope, something may still bloom.

"The children are surely going to treasure this hunt," hummed Enrico with a faint smile.

"By GOD!" yelled Enrico as he woke in a cold sweat, he had heard the song playing in his dreams, "It's truly so... Divine."

"Finally, Light may shine upon the World once more." murmured Enrico under his breath, signing the Lorraine.

11 hours ago, Toffee said:

Adalfriede smiled the Sun’s Smile. 

For no reason whatsoever, Enrico Amadeus felt compelled to clap with great vigour, while yelling things such as "LET'S ******* GOOOOOO!"

Enrico hummed a quiet melody to himself as he marched home from the ruins of Drusco keep, "I wonder if there are even any keeps left to siege," he murmured to himself.

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"An instant classic, a song that will surely be sung by heroes of wars for the years to come," writes Enrico Amadeus, local Balianese music critic, in the newspaper.

"And so titles stolen by the darkness have been returned to the ligtht," Enrico murmured to himself, "Ave ******* Stassion."

Enrico falls to his knees, screaming into the ocean, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Drusco Keep shall fall to the thunder of the cannons of the Covenant," Enrico murmured, "Another step towards the liberation of the World."

They had been victorious in battle, but at what cost? Enrico was left to ponder such. Flowers wilt, he reminded himself, even poppies.

Rex Enrico thrust a bloodied sword skyward in triumph, "One last hurrah for Stassion! May they corpses rot and mold, and their memory become nothing but a footnote in the annals of history!" He cheered. The fall of Stassion was the perfect sequel to the defense at Hippo's Gorge.

Enrico Amadeus contacts the director of NERV, requesting the immediate transfer of EVA-01 to the Balianese Lower Sector, the only weapon capable of taking down Stassion, the fourteenth Angel.

Enrico could NOT believe what he was reading!

"About time." said Enrico, there was nothing else to say for the Stassionites.

8 hours ago, Lirinya said:

"Are we placing bets?" Poppy asked to her friend, "- on the tax-man or the prince consort. Who do you pick?"

"I'm betting on the one with hands," Enrico mused.

"They were fools to attack Balian first, had they not accounted for the hippos?" Enrico questioned.

"There boy, there boy," Enrico calmed a clearly angered hippotamus. Blood, guts, corpses, and a wide array of weapons surrounded the duo. It was then that he discovered his destiny, to be a hippo ranger. Someone ought to take care of them. He completely forget that just five minutes ago they had been killing Veletzians together.

Enrico gasped! He was kind of worried that for someone reason he was the Prince being challenged (then he remembered he had never ever done a bad thing in his life)! He breathes a sigh of relief, it was only his brother-in-law, he would be sure to watch with great curiosuity.

"Their corpses will be buried beneath our sands. What is new?" queried Enrico.

"Step by step, this enemy against the WORLD will be defeated," muttered Enrico.

"Man, this is really going to take some time out of my schedule," murmured Enrico of Abretta, who had intended to practice his bartending skills. He supposed it wasn't all bad, he'd just serve free Rico's Rich Rum Rumbles after the victory (and the ones to follow).