Chapter 640: Veritaserum Immigration Test....
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Ge'els claws at his throat as he begins to choke and asphexiate, he tries to answer Reima's question but obviously isn't able to...
Ciri "Wait, hold on Reima." she says, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Reima glances at her and drops Ge'els, his falling to the floor while breathing heavily, "What? This cockbloc-Liar... Is stopping us from killing those douchebags."
Ciri "Did you forget you literally have truth serum?" she asks, wondering what she saw in him.
...
Reima nods, "Er.. No, I just wanted to try being Darth Vader for a bit..." he says, her giving him a dull look as if she didn't believe him.
Ge'els rubs his throat and slowly stands up, "Y-your truth serum won't be needed... I may not know where Eredin is but... The Navigators can only follow the path made by Zireael..."
Ciri frowns, "But... That would force us to look through hundreds, if not thousands of worlds!" she exclaims.
Ge'els "It may not be the answer you wanted, but it's the only once I can provide." he says.
Reima rubs his face, "So... What now? I don't know how I'd feel about committing genocide against people who can't fight back..." he mutters.
Ciri looks down at the city still slowly being enveloped by chaos flames, "You didn't seem to have a problem earlier..." she says.
Reima shrugs, "There wasn't even anyone in the buildings, feels like your Elf friend is lying to us. Eredin probably evacuated all of his people to another world with him."
Ge'els interject, "No, I evacuated the city when Eredin left... I knew you'd come for revenge, and wished to ask for a favour, as unworthy as we are to ask you for such a thing."
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Ciri gives him a glare and Reima walks over and punches the man, retrieving Veritaserum and forcing Ge'els to drink it. Once done he drops the man and begins asking him questions.
Reima "Do you know where Eredin is?"
Ge'els "No."
Reima glowers, he seemed to be telling them the truth earlier...
Ciri "Why did you come to speak with me?"
Ge'els "I wish for my race to continue... I want you to take some of the Aen Elle with you, back to the world of the Aen Seidhe."
Reima "Aren't you all a bunch of racists and "Elf" supremecists? Why the fuck would I take any of you back?"
Ge'els "Tradition is everything to us... It is the reason Eredin refused to relocate our people to another world not in-danger of the White Frost. I gathered the people willing to give up their heritage, their tradition and their homes to have a chance of survival... I wish for you to take those few souls with you, so my race can continue." he almost pleads, still under the effects of Veritaserum.
Reima and Ciri give each other a look, the latter looking as if she was close to agreeing.
Quelina "Reima?! Oh, is this was being summoned feels like?!? Weeeirrd..."
Reima "Hey Lina, mind if I ask you for a favour?" She nods at him, "I need you and Vesemir to make as much Veritaserum as possible..."
Quelina leans her head to the side, "Why?"
Reima "I've got a lot of people who need to be interogated before I allow them to immigrate into Ichor." he says, her giving an understanding nod.
Quelina "I will try my best!" she says, Reima releasing her from the summon and turning to Ge'els.
Reima "Show me these people." he says, Ge'els eyes lighting up with hope as he heard the conversation.
Ge'els leads them down the tower, through the relatively technologically advanced city and out the other end. The trio walking for miles through the blizzard until they spot a large village covered in fires, lanterns and other lights to keep them warm during the blizzard.
Reima and Ciri continue walking to the centre of it, the pale faces of the Aen Elle watching them with suspicion and fear. Though, with Ge'els beside them, they keep their ground.
Once the trio reaches the centre of the village the inhabitants and refugee's all surround them, wanting to know what'll be happening to them... If they'll be saved or doomed to die in the grip of the White Frost.
A male Aen Elle with blonde hair walks up and spits on the floor before Ciri, "Spawn of the Traitorous Lara Dorren, you are the cause of all of our sorro-gujhk!" he's stopped when Ge'els slaps him in the face, knocking him to the floor along with a few teeth.
Ge'els "Did you not listen to my prior command? Or are you too stupid to remember it?" he asks with a scowl, knowing that Ciri and her friend could simply refuse to help and leave them to their suffering.
The elf looks up at Ge'els while rubbing his jaw, "You are no better! Wishing to give up our homeland and flee with them!"
Ge'els draws a knife from his belt, "I will not leave our home, I simply wish for our race to continue... If you continue to waggle your tongue I will cut it out." he threatens.
"You are pathetic, cut from the same cloth as Eredin and the rest of his generals. If we give up our traditions then we are no better than the Aen Seidhe, a people we all know are dying out."
Ge'els "It's pride, then?" he says, walking over to the elf, kicking them in the face and pushing their forehead as he prepares to cut the man's tongue out.
The people surrounding him are horrified when the young adult squirms and screams in pain and terror as Ge'els struggles to cut his tongue out. Eventually giving up on the venture and slitting his throat. Finally turning to Reima and Ciri and bowing, "My apologies for such a mistake in including something like that..."
Ciri'd been frowning and debating with herself whether to interfere, Reima was watching in interest to see if he'd actually manage to cut out his tongue without any help...
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Ge'els claws at his throat as he begins to choke and asphexiate, he tries to answer Reima's question but obviously isn't able to...
Ciri "Wait, hold on Reima." she says, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Reima glances at her and drops Ge'els, his falling to the floor while breathing heavily, "What? This cockbloc-Liar... Is stopping us from killing those douchebags."
Ciri "Did you forget you literally have truth serum?" she asks, wondering what she saw in him.
...
Reima nods, "Er.. No, I just wanted to try being Darth Vader for a bit..." he says, her giving him a dull look as if she didn't believe him.
Ge'els rubs his throat and slowly stands up, "Y-your truth serum won't be needed... I may not know where Eredin is but... The Navigators can only follow the path made by Zireael..."
Ciri frowns, "But... That would force us to look through hundreds, if not thousands of worlds!" she exclaims.
Ge'els "It may not be the answer you wanted, but it's the only once I can provide." he says.
Reima rubs his face, "So... What now? I don't know how I'd feel about committing genocide against people who can't fight back..." he mutters.
Ciri looks down at the city still slowly being enveloped by chaos flames, "You didn't seem to have a problem earlier..." she says.
Reima shrugs, "There wasn't even anyone in the buildings, feels like your Elf friend is lying to us. Eredin probably evacuated all of his people to another world with him."
Ge'els interject, "No, I evacuated the city when Eredin left... I knew you'd come for revenge, and wished to ask for a favour, as unworthy as we are to ask you for such a thing."
...
Ciri gives him a glare and Reima walks over and punches the man, retrieving Veritaserum and forcing Ge'els to drink it. Once done he drops the man and begins asking him questions.
Reima "Do you know where Eredin is?"
Ge'els "No."
Reima glowers, he seemed to be telling them the truth earlier...
Ciri "Why did you come to speak with me?"
Ge'els "I wish for my race to continue... I want you to take some of the Aen Elle with you, back to the world of the Aen Seidhe."
Reima "Aren't you all a bunch of racists and "Elf" supremecists? Why the fuck would I take any of you back?"
Ge'els "Tradition is everything to us... It is the reason Eredin refused to relocate our people to another world not in-danger of the White Frost. I gathered the people willing to give up their heritage, their tradition and their homes to have a chance of survival... I wish for you to take those few souls with you, so my race can continue." he almost pleads, still under the effects of Veritaserum.
Reima and Ciri give each other a look, the latter looking as if she was close to agreeing.
Quelina "Reima?! Oh, is this was being summoned feels like?!? Weeeirrd..."
Reima "Hey Lina, mind if I ask you for a favour?" She nods at him, "I need you and Vesemir to make as much Veritaserum as possible..."
Quelina leans her head to the side, "Why?"
Reima "I've got a lot of people who need to be interogated before I allow them to immigrate into Ichor." he says, her giving an understanding nod.
Quelina "I will try my best!" she says, Reima releasing her from the summon and turning to Ge'els.
Reima "Show me these people." he says, Ge'els eyes lighting up with hope as he heard the conversation.
Ge'els leads them down the tower, through the relatively technologically advanced city and out the other end. The trio walking for miles through the blizzard until they spot a large village covered in fires, lanterns and other lights to keep them warm during the blizzard.
Reima and Ciri continue walking to the centre of it, the pale faces of the Aen Elle watching them with suspicion and fear. Though, with Ge'els beside them, they keep their ground.
Once the trio reaches the centre of the village the inhabitants and refugee's all surround them, wanting to know what'll be happening to them... If they'll be saved or doomed to die in the grip of the White Frost.
A male Aen Elle with blonde hair walks up and spits on the floor before Ciri, "Spawn of the Traitorous Lara Dorren, you are the cause of all of our sorro-gujhk!" he's stopped when Ge'els slaps him in the face, knocking him to the floor along with a few teeth.
Ge'els "Did you not listen to my prior command? Or are you too stupid to remember it?" he asks with a scowl, knowing that Ciri and her friend could simply refuse to help and leave them to their suffering.
The elf looks up at Ge'els while rubbing his jaw, "You are no better! Wishing to give up our homeland and flee with them!"
Ge'els draws a knife from his belt, "I will not leave our home, I simply wish for our race to continue... If you continue to waggle your tongue I will cut it out." he threatens.
"You are pathetic, cut from the same cloth as Eredin and the rest of his generals. If we give up our traditions then we are no better than the Aen Seidhe, a people we all know are dying out."
Ge'els "It's pride, then?" he says, walking over to the elf, kicking them in the face and pushing their forehead as he prepares to cut the man's tongue out.
The people surrounding him are horrified when the young adult squirms and screams in pain and terror as Ge'els struggles to cut his tongue out. Eventually giving up on the venture and slitting his throat. Finally turning to Reima and Ciri and bowing, "My apologies for such a mistake in including something like that..."
Ciri'd been frowning and debating with herself whether to interfere, Reima was watching in interest to see if he'd actually manage to cut out his tongue without any help...
Ge'els claws at his throat as he begins to choke and asphexiate, he tries to answer Reima's question but obviously isn't able to...Ciri "Wait, hold on Reima." she says, placing a hand on his shoulder.Reima glances at her and drops Ge'els, his falling to the floor while breathing heavily, "What? This cockbloc-Liar... Is stopping us from killing those douchebags."Ciri "Did you forget you literally have truth serum?" she asks, wondering what she saw in him....Reima nods, "Er.. No, I just wanted to try being Darth Vader for a bit..." he says, her giving him a dull look as if she didn't believe him.Ge'els rubs his throat and slowly stands up, "Y-your truth serum won't be needed... I may not know where Eredin is but... The Navigators can only follow the path made by Zireael..."Ciri frowns, "But... That would force us to look through hundreds, if not thousands of worlds!" she exclaims.Ge'els "It may not be the answer you wanted, but it's the only once I can provide." he says.Reima rubs his face, "So... What now? I don't know how I'd feel about committing genocide against people who can't fight back..." he mutters.Ciri looks down at the city still slowly being enveloped by chaos flames, "You didn't seem to have a problem earlier..." she says.Reima shrugs, "There wasn't even anyone in the buildings, feels like your Elf friend is lying to us. Eredin probably evacuated all of his people to another world with him."Ge'els interject, "No, I evacuated the city when Eredin left... I knew you'd come for revenge, and wished to ask for a favour, as unworthy as we are to ask you for such a thing."...Ciri gives him a glare and Reima walks over and punches the man, retrieving Veritaserum and forcing Ge'els to drink it. Once done he drops the man and begins asking him questions.Reima "Do you know where Eredin is?"Ge'els "No."Reima glowers, he seemed to be telling them the truth earlier...Ciri "Why did you come to speak with me?"Ge'els "I wish for my race to continue... I want you to take some of the Aen Elle with you, back to the world of the Aen Seidhe."Reima "Aren't you all a bunch of racists and "Elf" supremecists? Why the fuck would I take any of you back?"Ge'els "Tradition is everything to us... It is the reason Eredin refused to relocate our people to another world not in-danger of the White Frost. I gathered the people willing to give up their heritage, their tradition and their homes to have a chance of survival... I wish for you to take those few souls with you, so my race can continue." he almost pleads, still under the effects of Veritaserum.Reima and Ciri give each other a look, the latter looking as if she was close to agreeing.Quelina "Reima?! Oh, is this was being summoned feels like?!? Weeeirrd..."Reima "Hey Lina, mind if I ask you for a favour?" She nods at him, "I need you and Vesemir to make as much Veritaserum as possible..."Quelina leans her head to the side, "Why?"Reima "I've got a lot of people who need to be interogated before I allow them to immigrate into Ichor." he says, her giving an understanding nod.Quelina "I will try my best!" she says, Reima releasing her from the summon and turning to Ge'els.Reima "Show me these people." he says, Ge'els eyes lighting up with hope as he heard the conversation.Ge'els leads them down the tower, through the relatively technologically advanced city and out the other end. The trio walking for miles through the blizzard until they spot a large village covered in fires, lanterns and other lights to keep them warm during the blizzard.Reima and Ciri continue walking to the centre of it, the pale faces of the Aen Elle watching them with suspicion and fear. Though, with Ge'els beside them, they keep their ground.Once the trio reaches the centre of the village the inhabitants and refugee's all surround them, wanting to know what'll be happening to them... If they'll be saved or doomed to die in the grip of the White Frost.A male Aen Elle with blonde hair walks up and spits on the floor before Ciri, "Spawn of the Traitorous Lara Dorren, you are the cause of all of our sorro-gujhk!" he's stopped when Ge'els slaps him in the face, knocking him to the floor along with a few teeth.Ge'els "Did you not listen to my prior command? Or are you too stupid to remember it?" he asks with a scowl, knowing that Ciri and her friend could simply refuse to help and leave them to their suffering.The elf looks up at Ge'els while rubbing his jaw, "You are no better! Wishing to give up our homeland and flee with them!"Ge'els draws a knife from his belt, "I will not leave our home, I simply wish for our race to continue... If you continue to waggle your tongue I will cut it out." he threatens."You are pathetic, cut from the same cloth as Eredin and the rest of his generals. If we give up our traditions then we are no better than the Aen Seidhe, a people we all know are dying out."Ge'els "It's pride, then?" he says, walking over to the elf, kicking them in the face and pushing their forehead as he prepares to cut the man's tongue out.The people surrounding him are horrified when the young adult squirms and screams in pain and terror as Ge'els struggles to cut his tongue out. Eventually giving up on the venture and slitting his throat. Finally turning to Reima and Ciri and bowing, "My apologies for such a mistake in including something like that..."Ciri'd been frowning and debating with herself whether to interfere, Reima was watching in interest to see if he'd actually manage to cut out his tongue without any help...
