The Banished - Repolished

Caspian got up from the dumpster, holding a hand above the bullet wound in his chest as he coughed, spitting some blood up as he spit up some metal. He had been shot somewhere near his esopagus, narrowly missing his heart. He walked from the dumpster, limping out the alleyway into a veterinary hospital a few blocks away, almost getting caught Von a military truck driving by. It seemed these bastards were everywhere. He walked into the back door of the vet, holding his gun as he looked at the vet. "I don't have time for codes. Fucking fix me." Caspian gurgled out as he fell onto his knee for...

Caspian woke up early in the morning, feeling a blanket​ over his body that wasn't there when he had went to sleep. He got up, feeling his legs shake a bit as he stood before quietly​ walking into Cedija's room, walking silently to her as she slept, lightly putting her blanket back on her. "Thanks." He whispered before walking out of her room, sneaking out the window back Home into his bedroom. He pulled his gun from his back pocket, setting it on the schreibtisch Weiter to the case of bullets before laying on his bed, feeling something rather hard, realizing there was someone there. "What the hell?"...

"We're here today outside a house, in what seems to be the latest of a murder spree in the city. It's a pattern, with a gunshot to the head right at the doorstep all in the light of Tag so remember guys, if Du hear a knock at Du door and Du see your peep hole covered, don't open it." The news reporter sagte outside of a house that had police all outside it.

"Fucking criminals." Ivan sagte in an irritated tone before shaking his head. "I'll find eventually whoever is doing this and string them up before burning them on a fucking kreuz like 'the prophet' likes to do in the middle of the damn...

"By the gods.. Nobody should have to go through what Du went through." Heinrich sagte as he shook his head, looking at Ichiro.

"I can't...I can't sleep. I see it in my eyes. Laughing. Hearing it's voice.." Ichiro sagte quietly, shaking a bit.

"I know..I know.." Heinrich sagte as he stood up. "Perhaps I can help that, but for now we shall purge that monster." Heinrich sagte as he pulled his beast slaying sword off the altar, dipping it in the tub of holy water.

"Prophet.. What will Du do?" Ichiro asked as he looked at Heinrich.

"Preform Gods will." Heinrich sagte before he pulled the sword form from...

Tiras looked at the clock, seeing it was 10 a.m on it. Aria had left, going shopping at the market that was about a mile oder two away and Tiras himself was left home, alone. He went into the kitchen, looking around for something to do. "What type of odd contraptions do Du have in this mystical room mother?.." He muttered to himself before pressing a button on the microwave, turning it on, making him fall onto the floor in surprise before watching it in awe. "......what is this?.." He sagte before opening it, feeling the warm inside of it, but not seeing any fire. He stuck his hand in there,...

"..." Tiras looked in the mirror, looking at himself, analyzing himself using the government server through the computer inside of his head. "Tiras Elbinorune. datum of birth, March 21st, 2038, Stuggart, Capital city of Stuggaria, known formerly as the Kingdom of Prussia. My father, unknown. My mother. unknown. Hospital I was born in, unknown." Tiras sagte in a monotone voice before looking at his adoptive mother, Aria. "But I know that was a lie. I wasn't born in a hospital, mother. I remember only a tube, and a black haired woman and the blue eyed man. And I remember everything. The only people...

"Silence, woman." Ganzorig sagte as he tightened the plastic bag around Yatsumi Hirohito's head as she scratched at Ganzorig's leather gloves, trying to get him off. She looked at him, her eyes bulging out of her head as her face turned purple before he got irritated and finally snapped her neck, letting her naked body fall on the floor. Ganzorig dusted himself off, pulling a baggie out of his pocket with curly black coarse hairs inside of if, which would exactly match up to that of a person of African descent. He then pulled out a bag that had a bit of semen in it and a turkey baster, inserting...

A Jahr after his initial drafting into the military, Ganzorig was still living in Alexander's personal​ home, still having rather severe speech issues but definitely making behavioral progress, being around people he was comfortable with. He heard to glocke get rung downstairs, signalling that breakfast was ready. He got up from his cot, putting on his clothes before leaving the bedroom, hitting his head on the way out against the oben, nach oben of the Wand before heading downstairs, seeing Yoko and Alexander sitting at the table. He sat down Weiter to Ichiro and Chihiro, who he both preferred Mehr than...

Yesui woke up in the hospital room, wires all up in her arms and nobody there except her oldest son whom was four, Arslan, sleeping in a chair Weiter to her as he held her hand. She looked at her stomach, seeing the bump on her stomach gone. "He sagte he'd be here.." She sagte quietly, letting out a sniff as some tears streamed down her face as she looked at the TV, watching Lucas and Ivan at the ceremony to dichtung the unity between Stuggaria and Warsaria. Then, she saw a blonde woman walk up and hug Ivan during the ceremony and felt her herz break into pieces. She silently cried, trying not to...

Senji stood up, looking at the journal, shaking his head before throwing the journal in the trash, sitting on his bett before scratching his head and sighing, seeing now a black mark on the back of his hand, seeing a dragon crest on it. He layed on his bed, still buzzed from the sake before closing his eyes, feeling something jump on the best and lay near his feet. When he opened his eye, he saw two yellow cat eyes looking at him. "Donjun?" Senji slurred out.

"I need a place to sleep Du know." Donjun sagte before curling up in a ball while in his cat form.

"Whatever." Senji spat out, closing his...

So uh, ever since that Dungeon guy came into Kyoto, i've had a piercing headache. That's the thing they don't tell Du about mind fuckage. It actually hurts for a really really long time. So anyways, I finally got a message from Emperor Hirohito. He's sending his first born son, Katsuo, down to Kyoto. A four yearold. He's sending a six yearold down here. I'm becoming a glorified babysitter at this point. Oh, and I'm Schreiben in this journal now in case I go insane from the four yearold. I need to leave some evidence I haven't been totally batshit.

~Signed, Senji Asakhusza.

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I, Senji Asakhusza am Schreiben this journal as a collection of events for when eventually my emperor comes to return. It's been quite some time since I've had any Updates on my mission of course but well, I must retain hope, no?

The level of loneliness has rather well, been detrimental to my mental state. Being around peasants who can barely handle a hoe(and not the female ones. hah, good one Senji) let alone a sword and attempting to reunify Japan underneath the banner of Emperor Hirohito yet again has been rather hard. This is my third winter here and the harvest has been increasingly harder...

Yes yes, I am Adrian Hong. It should be pretty obvious who I am, considering I am the king of the second, soon to be first, biggest empire in the current world. True son of Ivan Hong and all that blah blah, yeah. I honestly don't care for semantics. Anton suggested I write this and I highly doubt any of the scum peasant farmers are going to read this so why not. Here it is, my childhood I guess oder whatever I'm supposed to write. Honestly I'm just killing time so to whoever reads this, whoop die do, you're not getting a well written story. Your getting the babbling of someone who isn't even...