The Fever
Jemnite
CVN-69 Fella
- Location
- 清源书院
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It rose slowly. The anger. The rage. The fever which consumed Tanya. At first she couldn't believe it. She willfully hoped that she had heard wrong, that the General had only misspoken.
But a look at his face told her that he hadn't. Then... what he was saying, it had to be true. All of it.
Mariya really was dead, then.
Tanya's stomach was a broiling sea of turbulent emotions. She had, against common sense, had held false hope that Mariya could have survived. That they could have made it out of the siege as one family, that she wouldn't have to lose anyone like her father- that they could all share in the future together. But in the end, it was just a dream, after all. It could never happen.
And now it never would.
Those thoughts and feelings churned inside her stomach, twisted and rolled around inside her heart. And filled her mind. It burned slowly, scorched and burned and tied itself into knots upon knots of anger, burning anger and quiet rage. Rage at the world. Rage at her circumstances.
Rage at the Germans.
Tanya let her feeling run rampant, staring at the floor, at the frozen dirt belong her chair, at the motherland stained with so many of her countrymen's blood. The Germans had brought war and destruction to her country, had forced suffering upon her family, and had taken away her precious sister. The Nazis had invaded her country under the assumption that they were going to hurt everyone and nobody was going to hurt them back. But they were wrong. They were wrong, because Tanya was here. And she wasn't going to let that happen. The nazis had sowed the wind, and now they were going to reap the whirlwind.
After a moment to recompose herself, she tucked away that little cold core of rage deep inside her heart. She will rely on it in the days to come, but for now it will merely sit there to fester. And then she looks back up at the general.
"Understood sir." Her nervousness is gone. Her anger drove it away. "I have no more questions, sir."
The general nodded. "Very good."
And then they went. Tanya, Olga, the Political Officer and the Colonel. The Colonel split off from them halfway to their destination, he had things to attend to, and the affairs of magical girls rank very low in priority in them. Tanya stared at him as he left. She couldn't find it within herself to be intimidated by him. It fell to just Tanya and Olga striding towards the meeting site.
Tanya and Olga, the magical girl who can see things she shouldn't be able to, like places where she is not, things that happened that she did not witness, and perhaps the future. To meet soldiers, who will be explicitly under Tanya's command.
Tanya drew on that little core of anger and marched.
How does Tanya greet her new team of magical girls?
[ ] With authority. She is their command, and she will act every way the part. She will lead and they will follow. That is the way things are meant to be.
[ ] With kindness. She wants to be their friend, and she wants them to follow of their own will. Besides, she really could use a friend anyway.
[ ] With a promise. A promise of vengeance against the germans. (Sasuke Option)
[ ] With curiousness. She would learn about them first, about their powers, dreams, personality. And then, and only then would she find a way to fit their into the puzzle.
[ ] Write in Suggestion?
Olga is extracognitive, does Tanya have anything she wants to ask her?
[ ] Write ins (Will default to nothing if no write ins)
Jemnite Says: Bomber Harris did nothing wrong! Also, I watched episode 1 of Izzetta, it was pretty okay, less military than I was hoping for. Sorry for the long wait for the update, I got caught up in a school event, and then I spent all my time playing Wargame Red Dragon; NORAD and Commonwealth are pretty powerful, REDFOR needs buffs.
Title is from Batman vs. Superman. "That's how it starts. The fever, the rage. That turns good men.... cruel."
It rose slowly. The anger. The rage. The fever which consumed Tanya. At first she couldn't believe it. She willfully hoped that she had heard wrong, that the General had only misspoken.
But a look at his face told her that he hadn't. Then... what he was saying, it had to be true. All of it.
Mariya really was dead, then.
Tanya's stomach was a broiling sea of turbulent emotions. She had, against common sense, had held false hope that Mariya could have survived. That they could have made it out of the siege as one family, that she wouldn't have to lose anyone like her father- that they could all share in the future together. But in the end, it was just a dream, after all. It could never happen.
And now it never would.
Those thoughts and feelings churned inside her stomach, twisted and rolled around inside her heart. And filled her mind. It burned slowly, scorched and burned and tied itself into knots upon knots of anger, burning anger and quiet rage. Rage at the world. Rage at her circumstances.
Rage at the Germans.
Tanya let her feeling run rampant, staring at the floor, at the frozen dirt belong her chair, at the motherland stained with so many of her countrymen's blood. The Germans had brought war and destruction to her country, had forced suffering upon her family, and had taken away her precious sister. The Nazis had invaded her country under the assumption that they were going to hurt everyone and nobody was going to hurt them back. But they were wrong. They were wrong, because Tanya was here. And she wasn't going to let that happen. The nazis had sowed the wind, and now they were going to reap the whirlwind.
After a moment to recompose herself, she tucked away that little cold core of rage deep inside her heart. She will rely on it in the days to come, but for now it will merely sit there to fester. And then she looks back up at the general.
"Understood sir." Her nervousness is gone. Her anger drove it away. "I have no more questions, sir."
The general nodded. "Very good."
And then they went. Tanya, Olga, the Political Officer and the Colonel. The Colonel split off from them halfway to their destination, he had things to attend to, and the affairs of magical girls rank very low in priority in them. Tanya stared at him as he left. She couldn't find it within herself to be intimidated by him. It fell to just Tanya and Olga striding towards the meeting site.
Tanya and Olga, the magical girl who can see things she shouldn't be able to, like places where she is not, things that happened that she did not witness, and perhaps the future. To meet soldiers, who will be explicitly under Tanya's command.
Tanya drew on that little core of anger and marched.
How does Tanya greet her new team of magical girls?
[ ] With authority. She is their command, and she will act every way the part. She will lead and they will follow. That is the way things are meant to be.
[ ] With kindness. She wants to be their friend, and she wants them to follow of their own will. Besides, she really could use a friend anyway.
[ ] With a promise. A promise of vengeance against the germans. (Sasuke Option)
[ ] With curiousness. She would learn about them first, about their powers, dreams, personality. And then, and only then would she find a way to fit their into the puzzle.
[ ] Write in Suggestion?
Olga is extracognitive, does Tanya have anything she wants to ask her?
[ ] Write ins (Will default to nothing if no write ins)
Jemnite Says: Bomber Harris did nothing wrong! Also, I watched episode 1 of Izzetta, it was pretty okay, less military than I was hoping for. Sorry for the long wait for the update, I got caught up in a school event, and then I spent all my time playing Wargame Red Dragon; NORAD and Commonwealth are pretty powerful, REDFOR needs buffs.
Title is from Batman vs. Superman. "That's how it starts. The fever, the rage. That turns good men.... cruel."
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