Angels down under, the treachery of Scotland, Part 1
The angels have yet again fallen just a bit farther from grace, but now they can truly begin recovery
It had only been a year, a year since the Indo-Welsh corps team had split apart, since the pines had left him in the dust in the Philippines to starve, he began to groan as he felt the pain in his head arise again, this is Balckleck Savinkov, and this is just another piece of his fragmented memories. Tormund had begun to grow distant ever since Balckleck had begun spending more and more time with his new, or old, lover, Rocket, "I wonder what he's doing right now?", The white furred demon asked himself, "I wonder how he's been handling what happened with Rioichi, after we got back from amythest realm", Balckleck pondered, [Cut to Tormund-]. Tormund of Faerie, the knight, and more noble member of the genocide squad, as well as one of the few who had decided to stay in the modern day and join the angels of Paris, had begun to question his decision after the second mysterious disappearance of his friend, "I wonder what Sir Jeran would have done, or sir Ignacius", The yellow Lupe began to wonder himself, the ambiguity had taken it's toll on all of them, it had caused Robin and John to flee back to England, albeit the past version of it, confusing him to all hell, "Why choose me to represent Scotland Jeran?", Tor asked, a pendant around his neck bearing his idol's name, "and why can't they bring you back?!!", The yellow lupe questioned, even angrier when he thought about the whole situation in detail, "All I hear them talking about now that we've came so close to defesting the Polish-Ethipian coalition is reopening kingdom hearts, but for what purpose, for what price?", The knight sank deeper into his hammock and his eyes shut, understanding he was thinking too much of it, "He left me, after I finally convinced him I wasn't a traitor, we made love in the infirmary, but he dumped me for that damn space raccoon he hasn't seen in over a hundred years", Tormund began to weep into his hammock, "And why is Rocket a high ranking officer, the first thing that happened when he landed on earth was a destroyed museum and two shattered pieces of Eden", Tor groaned at the memory of the apple of Eden being half shattered in the Bulgarian breakout, he reluctantly allowed sleep to give in, his one eye he still had left closing as he drifted peacefully into slumber. [Cut to Balckleck in Tuscany headquarters, Italy], "GATHER ROUND ALL ANGELS IN THE VICINITY PAY VERY CLOSE ATTENTION!!!!", The white demon yelled and many members, veteran and rookie alike, turned towards him. He began to speak into the microphone, "As you all know, we have had a lower fluctuation of new angels in recent months, we do have two new candidates however, a somewhat veteran member of ours, one of our 3 Keyblade welders, Ventus please step up", "Good luck Ven", Aqua stated quite simply to her younger brother figure, who promptly got up into the Tuscany stage, "And Rocket", Balckleck added as his new boyfriend got up on stage and perched himself stop Balckleck's head, playing with his white fur, infuriating Don Karnage behind them, "And as you know, we have only a few enemies remaining in this war, we managed to eliminate Lithuania and Australia, but the cost was dearly, we lost 4 powerful angels in the battle of Silver City, North Carolina, Jeran Albdervich of Wales, Jack Frost of Iceland, and Eleanor Bunnymund of Portugal, and the most devastating loss, Buster Cinnaguag of Papua New Guinea , we are here today to finally indoctrinate young Ventus as the Angel of the Solomon Islands, and Rocket as the Angel of Tunisia, WE WILL PUSH THEM BACK INTO NORTH AFRICA ABD AVENGE OUR FALLEN ANGELS!!!!!", Balckleck ended off his sentence with a bang as a Red crescent moon replaced in Rocket's pupils and Ventus' eyes began to glow a bright green and blue, yelliw strips and white stars being added to each of them, a mark of Angel wings appearing on both their backs. [Cut to Franciade Alkaline, backstage of Tuscany HQ, Italy] "So...... Do you wanna go out to dinner or something later Angelouix?, Franciade, the current monarque of the French marine empire that had inadvertently started vthe entire war, asks the Swedish representative of angels, looking into her beautiful Pomeranian eyes, "Hmmm I'll think about it, after all not many women my age can still make a young man flustered like I can", The sassy Swedish princess brushed him off the the ground, leaving the half Napoleonic mutt to think for a moment. [To be continued