Heishi to Senshi [Germany]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2015 15:44:14 GMT -5
The sky was a black blanket of stars and the moon only a sliver of ecru, but the lanterns and electric lighting of the camp gave off plenty of light as Kiku stepped into its fold. His appearance was met with one of two reactions mute shock or the quickly spreading whisper of gossip. He had no sent word of his journey and the only warning given was that of his pilot when he’d requested to land. His plane was no enemy and that was quickly ascertained, but how the quiet night roared into movement within moments of his plane’s signal. He knew his element of surprise was now null, but it wasn’t his arrival he had wished to remain covert, but his very journey himself. Now that was complete. Let others know he had landed safely.
Scarce months ago he would have considered his actions rude, uncivilized. It had been many a decade since Kiku Honda had dared to make surprise visits anywhere, even if those visits were to his enemies, but now he bore a small mark. That mark had changed everything. It had struck him to the core physically and metaphorically.
Surprise would now be his element and among his skills stealth was one of his highest.
He wore his uniform, though this one far more decorated and accented with his violet cape. His katana was worn on his left side, the blade facing up, ready to attack within a moment’s notice. His head was held high, eyes forward and shoulders straight. He was still the country of Japan, but the dragon who had once scorched the land under the name Dai Nippon Teikoku had stirred within the heart of the meek nation and ousted the fear. The Japanese Empire was the man who stepped into the warm lights of the German camp situated near the battlefront between Western and Eastern Europe. He could hear the noise of gunfire and artillery in the distance.
He breathed in the acrid scent of war and a dark, peaceful smile morphed his face. Most of the Allegiance Countries had camps scattered over the battlefield and some intersected with others. The soldiers communed and interacted, but every country had his own camp. It was not whimsy that brought Japan into Ludwig’s camp—well perhaps it was whimsy, but his business was whimsy. It was absolute pleasure. He was flanked on each side by two female soldiers and standing at his head was a male. Nagasaki and Hiroshima each with their respective eyepatches and Osaka in his pressed uniform and pulled back hair.
Their pace was posed, their march elegant and when they came to a halt in front of the largest tent in the German camp their halt and attention were fluid as if they were one entity.
“We apologize for our intruding,” Osaka spoke to the guards which stood before the tent, “but-"
Japan placed a hand upon Osaka’s shoulder and stepped in front of him before bowing to the men. “Gomen nasi. Forgive me that I have come unexpectedly,” he called past the doors of the tent, “but Japan wishes to speak with Deutschland if he is available and willing for such a conversation.”
He remained bowed, courteous to his friend and fellow general and reigning in the genuine happiness he felt at the chance to see him once more.
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Post by Germany - Ludwig Wilhelm on Sept 5, 2015 19:26:45 GMT -5
With everyone in a state of constant high alert, it's difficult to actually catch anyone by surprise - at least if your presence is deemed unusual. And an important-looking group from Japan arriving unexpectedly is certainly unusual, even if the Japanese are on the same side. As a result, word has spread to Germany of his friend's arrival even before his tent was reached by the group. Still, though that level of surprise is impossible, he's still feeling a bit taken off guard - if he'd known that Japan would be coming he'd have offered to meet him in Berlin instead of on the battlefield as that would be both more comfortable and less dangerous. It's literally a war-zone here, though he does have just enough warning to make sure that he's presentable and the tent isn't in complete disarray.
This main tent is used primarily for all kinds of wartime planning - not just for Germany and his generals but all the other nations and generals who are participating in this part of the front. So there's everything you might want for that activity: secured communication lines, many kinds of electronic devices, and - for those who prefer the old-fashioned method of actually being able to touch things - really big maps and little markers to place on them. There's one on the table right now, showing where the armies on both sides are currently positioned. Germany had been staring at it when he'd received the news of his visitor, even though it was late and the battle plans had been made for the upcoming day already - the generals have retired for the evening, but he couldn't help but linger and ponder possible strategies that might be even more effective. His desire to defeat Russia, which had already been high, grew tremendously during his visit to Moscow.
So when he hears the voices outside of the tent, Japan is only partway through his request to enter before Germany appears, holding the flap of the door, though he's not so rude as to interrupt his friend's formal request. He's quite stone-faced when he first sees him, his eyes drifting over him as if noting the changes from when they last saw each other. Though there's some softening of his eyes as he replies, "Alvays! Come in." He lifts the flap higher and stands aside, making the tent easier to enter.
Germany can be a difficult man to read, but those who know him well would certainly notice that he doesn't look much worse for the wear since his adventure to Moscow. But he has that somewhat weary look of someone who has been too focused on getting something done to get all the hours of sleep he probably should be getting, and for quite some time.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2015 14:20:39 GMT -5
It was hard to take Kiku by surprise, though obviously not impossible. Just the thought was enough to make his heart quiver dangerously, but he kept the cringe from his features. The moment the tent flap is lifted, the Asian caught the light in his eyes, but he continued with his request. It was only polite to do so after all. Yet the moment Germany spoke, brown eyes lift and he gave him a warm, familiar smile. Kiku, the State of Japan still resided in there after all. He was all he’d been before and yet his soul was merging with the fire of a dragon awoken from slumber and starving. It took him no time to lift himself back into a straight stature. There was no need of words between Osaka, Hiroshima, Nagasaki, and himself. They did not follow and instead with bows introduced themselves to the German soldier who had met them and began conversing with him. As for Kiku, himself, he once more gave Ludwig a bow and entered the tent at his invitation.
“Arigato, Doitsu,” he said.
The first thing he did upon entering was remove his cape, hanging it up and setting his katana alongside it before he took a glance around the tent. A soft smile played about his lips. He stepped to the map which Germany had been staring at. He ran his finger along it. He took in the information quickly. “I see what has been keeping you awake, my friend,” he finally turned his gaze back to Germany. “But of course it would. I have many games of chess beneath my belt; enough to know where your mind lies in battle. It is not so different than mine, and often the same.”
His bright eyes traced Germany’s face. There was nothing there to show from his run-in with Russia. He knew saying that he was worried was now moot at this point and Ludwig would know very well that his friend had been concerned.
“My arrival, I know perhaps showing up here on the actual battlefield is not ideal for you. It would have been better to meet at a much more neutral location, but I am not here for a neutral meeting, Ludwig. I am here to deliver you a sizeable fraction of my soldiers all trained in this warfare thanks to you.” He bowed. “I have officially entered this war. Peace cannot be obtained with my wanted neutrality any longer.”
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Post by Germany - Ludwig Wilhelm on Dec 17, 2015 19:21:21 GMT -5
Allowing the flap of the tent to close behind Japan, Germany follows him over to the table with the map. He's been worried too. Of course, his own adventure behind enemy lines had lasted quite a bit longer so he hadn't had to worry about his friend's physical well-being. His mental well-being on the other hand - well, he was going to worry about that until he saw it for himself. What he's seeing now both reassures him and worries him - it's been a very long time since he's seen that particular look in Japan's eyes. And yet, at the same time, he appears to still be okay.
He doesn't comment on his own late hours - what his friend said are simple statements of facts he can't argue with and doesn't need to add to. But when the other nation speaks of his entrance into the war, he gives a grim nod. "I vish that vas not the case. I vish none of this vas necessary but the Joint Pact continues to force our hands. And though ve regret that you could not keep the neutrality you vanted, the Allegiance nevertheless velcomes you to the var - you are sorely needed," he says before turning back to the map.
Abruptly picking it up. This completely ruins the markers that had been set up upon it, but if he ever wants to fix it he can recreate that setup from memory. He carefully curves the edges of the map so that the markers collect together in the middle, then 'pours' the pieces out of it into a neat pile. With the practiced ease of someone who has done this many, many times, he rolls up the map, places it neatly next to many others, and then selects a new one. When he unrolls it the map proves to be one that shows all of Euroasia, unlike the one before that had shown only Europe. Then he gets to work, setting up the markers again - each being placed by memory to show the current positioning of the world's militaries within the scope of the map, or at least as much as he knows, save for a few conflicts that won't matter for their purposes such as the fighting between India and Pakistan. Instead he concentrates on the fronts in eastern Europe and what he knows of the positioning of armies in the area around Japan.
"This var has gotten stagnant. If ve don't vant it to continue for another thirty years, ve must find a vay to stir it up again," he comments as he works.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2016 18:10:33 GMT -5
He appears okay. That was Germany’s assessment, but Kiku isn’t sure if he can have agreed with him. He has watched the sun rise over Mount Fuji for too often as of late because to slumber alone in the darkness of his bed is too much. He awakes to the ink blackness haunted by dreams he doesn’t remember or remembers far too vividly. He had dreamt of cradling the burnt and weak bodies of Hiroshima and Nagasaki on the way here. His people had been screaming and all he could do was watch as they ran or staggered passed skin sloping off. He dreamt of the bodies of the young and old dead or without hope save for the end. Ravens cawed above him the ode to decay. The air was putrid. Then his skin had prickled and he’d seen him in the distance. His eyes had shined in satisfaction behind his glasses and his lips were twisted in the dark emotion. Then in a flash of light the man changed. His figure was bigger and his eyes were violet; no glasses only a waving scarf. Still that same twisted grin. A gunshot burst from behind him and he turned just in time to see Yao.
He'd jolted awake as he’d done countless times before, a cold sweat making his frame shiver. If Osaka, Hiroshima, or Nagasaki had peered at him in concern he ignored them and fought to slow his breathing. He feels weak, out of control, and all he can do is clench a fist. He is a child of the East; they do not lose control. He shakes off the sense of failure before he faces Germany, however, his countenance intact and again fierce. Ludwig is right, however, it has been nearly a century since his eyes have burned so.
In the present Japan steps to Germany’s side, silent against his words because there is nothing he can say in response. He cannot speak for other countries, but he knows more never wished for this war. It has come uninvited and unappreciated to poison lands and hearts. Yet it is true that it was the Joint Pact who started this conflict. They started it before the world could properly process the Nuclear attack in Israel. Russia started this. “I was foolish to believe I could be neutral,” Japan finally replies. “It was a point China no doubt wished to make. That I was never neutral and that I was forever part of our Allegiance.” He smirks. “If so then, I would rather be a dog of the West than a starving mutt of the Pact.”
His eyes have not strayed from the map and even as it picked up and the markers disturbed. He regards the replacement of the map with one that shows all the European and Asian forces. At this he steps all the closer to Ludwig and regards every marker the German puts down. He runs his fingers over the markers carefully once the task is done before he glances at the other nation.
“Despite their confidence and ours, neither of could stand for this war to proceed for another three decades, but I may have just a few things to upset the balance. One in the process and another a proposition on attack. Which would you like to hear first, Ludwig?” He said.
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Post by Germany - Ludwig Wilhelm on Jun 20, 2016 19:15:30 GMT -5
Unable to help himself, Germany lifts a hand to Japan's shoulder - a gesture of support and solidarity while the other man is saying such things. "Foolish? Perhaps. But I understand vhy you vould avoid this var if it vas at all possible. And you are not the only one who has been attempting to sit out the var even though your loyalties are clear. You did not deserve to be treated in such a vay and it is only right that you should give them hell for it. But you are not a dog, you are an ally - a friend. And you have my full confidence," he says, looking at him steadily and giving his shoulder a final squeeze before letting go again.
But even though his words brought his emotions close to the surface for a moment, looking at a war map always sucks Germany right into business mode. Invisible to any but his own eyes, the relatively simple map and markers is quickly overlaid with a mental image of soldiers, ships, planes, artillery, and all other war assets. And not only that, but the supply lines of the Allegiance and the known and probable supply lines of the Pact - quantities of all support material being produced in which location, how they are being sent to where they're needed, and how quickly they arrive. And then there's also the matter of climate and terrain, and also current and predicted weather. Which all feeds into knowing which armies are the best prepared for battle, how quickly they might be able to move, and which way the fronts are likely to push and how fast.
It all becomes almost a matter of calculation, except that he could never begin to compile the list of exact numbers he knows, all the educated guesses of numbers he does not know, and it isn't like there's a specific formula to apply to them anyway. In the end, it boils down to instinct - and Germany's instinct when it comes to war is infamous. Though it's an instinct fed by as much information as he can gather, not wild guesses, so of course when Japan offers information and a proposition, of course he wants the information first - how is he supposed to consider whether or not he likes the proposition if he doesn't have all the information yet? Like the proverbial flap of a butterfly's wing, one piece of information can change the entire tapestry.
"Vhat are you doing?" he asks, instantly curious. Of course he's curious about whatever his friend wishes to propose as well, but it's impossible for Japan to tell him both at the same time.
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