Posts from The Empire of Reimia (3) Auto-translated

- Hey... - Latro scratched his head. - "Again"? You've become quite popular, Dark. Looks like the presidency is doing you good.
He paused for a moment, then snapped his fingers.
- Oh yeah! Right... - he coughed. - I hope everything went well? You know, with the gift and all...

— I find it difficult to judge the effectiveness due to my lack of extensive experience in this area, but I think yes, it's good. — He stepped away from the door and invited Lathro inside. — If you just came to chat, come in, why stand in the hallway? Oh, yes, I haven't thanked you yet. Thank you for the advice; it was helpful information.

"We are all slaves to Rinze." -- People like to call modern cities anthills, but they are flattering themselves. Looking at the state, I can still say that we have risen to the level of ants, where each citizen has a specific role and they work together for the good of society and the queen, but this... -- Marey took a breath. -- Rats in a barrel -- everyone pursues only their own interests and pushes others in pursuit of them. People are not capable of self-organization under conditions of equality, and it is unknown whether they will be capable of it. However, equality does not exist. Marey paused. He said more words now than he usually did in a day, and due to unfamiliarity and illness, his voice was unsteady and he sometimes faltered. -- I have been observing this throughout my life and have almost gotten used to it, but I am afraid to imagine how wild this looks to you. Well, let's try not to drown in this ocean of vain greed.

— Hmm... — Naru thought deeply, analyzing what Murray had said. — Your opinion is very different from what I had heard from Parfinora before. The Reimi are indeed very diverse people.

How can you detect and disarm tripwires, other than by stepping on them?

Installed manually.

- No problem. The main thing is that you had the desire, and putting it into practice is just a matter of technique. He entered the room. - And I didn't come here just for that. I, uh... Well, I can't seem to configure my enchant, haha, - Latro scratched his head again, looking embarrassed. - I think I added a rain effect to it, but it's not working. Could you take a look, please? He sat down on a stool. - And, generally speaking... I'm also a little curious about who you are. Just between us, you know? If it's not a secret, of course.

"What to do, what to do..." - Moriner paced nervously around the temporarily deserted part of the residential block. During training in Orion, he had a clear task and instructions on where to go and what to do, not counting the teacher's help, and he only had to worry about the purely mechanical aspects of the work. But here, it seemed, everyone had completely forgotten about him: no orders from superiors, no opportunity to attend briefings, no appropriate equipment or separate gear. Perhaps he shouldn't worry before the start of the first armed clashes, as there was nothing to tell yet, but this oppressive atmosphere was putting a lot of strain on the former student.
In the end, Moriner decided to ask for permission to visit the Illith Chronicles.

-- I'm not intimately familiar with it, but I have every reason to believe that our past was so... Different that our perception of the world must be completely dissimilar. If in Dreyeria – as far as I can tell – everything is limited to two castes, then the Reimy social ladder has an infinite number of steps. But at the same time, we continue to talk about our institutions of freedom and equality for all... And why do I feel like you're looking at the Reimy people like ants under a microscope? -- Marey smiled gently. -- No, I can only approve of such a studious and critical view of the environment, but... Such detached curiosity, without disgust, without judgment.

How can you detect and disarm tripwires other than by stepping on them?

You can only dodge them or break them somehow.

- You're welcome. The main thing is that you initially had the desire, and implementing it is just a matter of technique.
He entered the room.
- And I didn't come here for that alone. I... well... In short, I can't configure my enhancer, haha, - Latro scratched his head again in embarrassment. - I think I added rain to it, but something isn't working. Can you take a look?
He sat down on a stool.
- And generally speaking... I'm still a little curious about who she is. Just between us guys, if you don't mind.

— Well... — Light started adjusting the enhancer. — You probably don't know her. — He blushed slightly. — Kaori from fourth grade.

In the end, Moriner decided to ask permission to visit the Illith Chronicles.

— Yo, — as soon as Moriner entered the building of the Illith Chronicles, someone sneaked up behind him, — who are you?

The stranger took his arm and pressed against him with her chest and face.

-- I haven't known her for very long, but I have every reason to believe that our past was so... Different that our perception of the world must be completely different. If in Dreyeria -- as far as I can tell -- everything is limited to two castes, then the Reimeian social ladder has countless steps. But at the same time, we continue to talk about our institutions of freedom and equality for all... And why do I feel like you're looking at the Reimeians like ants under a microscope? -- Marey smiled gently. -- No, I can only approve such an observant and critical look at the environment, but... Such detached curiosity, without disgust, without judgment.

— There are only two reasons for this, and they seem quite trivial to me. First, it's all new to me, so I can't help but be interested in something unknown. Secondly, due to certain circumstances, my connection with home was severed, and now I have to continue my life here, so understanding the rules of life in this country is a basic necessity, both from a practical point of view and from the point of view of etiquette. As for condemnation, that would be pointless. If I were interested in that, I would have stayed at home.

-- Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, the phenomena of life cannot be exhaustively explained by concepts such as meaningfulness and logic. To be honest, this is the first time I've encountered someone with such a simple and rational approach. We usually base our actions on... other motivations, and very few can answer the question – what are those motivations? Before we proceed to the main purpose of our visit to this consumer paradise, allow me to ask one more question – why Rheims, and especially – a military academy?

Latro consulted the code containing information about all the students at the school, which he kept in his memory. "No... no... no... here it is!" He found the right page. "Kaori Nishikino, class four. Short in stature, but with a big heart. I've seen her a couple of times at the shooting range; she has decent grades in Physalis. I remember her from the first Competitive event. I even aimed a little to the side so as not to hit her... Yeah, she would have been a good candidate to swap with Lotta from day one..." He folded his arms across his chest and nodded seriously. "Hmm, excellent choice. Possibly even the best, in your situation, hmm," he nodded a couple more times, recalling the details. "Yes, I think that thing would fit her perfectly. You say you have no experience in this, but in reality, aesthetics and technology often go hand in hand. You wouldn't just hammer together a clumsy lump of metal – such a mechanism wouldn't function properly. You have to file, weld, and grind, match component A to component B. Avik is sometimes such a jerk; he doesn't even touch on this aspect, but he enjoys criticizing my junk. I didn't realize this until recently; I was too focused on my own failures. I don't know if he simply doesn't care, or if he's just trying to make us figure out these details on our own." Hoping that he had lulled his comrade into a false sense of security with his chatter, he abruptly changed the subject – or rather, returned to the main topic: "So, have you taken her anywhere yet?"

— The circumstances of my departure encouraged me to do so. As for choosing a military career, it seemed to me the most attractive and accessible option in my situation, at least based on the limited information about the empire that I had at that time.

-- At that moment, but now... However, this isn't the place or the time for that. It was a great way to answer the question without really saying anything – at this point, the dialogue could have ended, but a few seconds later, Marey still managed to soften the last phrase. -- No, it's not an accusation; I respect the right to silence and personal space. But never mind, I still intend to buy a suit. Let's meet at the exit, or...?

Bertrand decided to go to the city center and take a look around.