#{let's go back to the start; there's no going back | Paris Gallia}

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@mythlived​ cont. from here (x)

Dear, dear. Time changed so much, indeed. The death of siblings - and the death of darling Paris’ regard for her? Things were so lovely back then - she moved as she pleased, she was the most beautiful, and Father allowed her to do as she wished - for the most part. 

How cruel of him! To gaze at her with such animosity - when she had bestowed nothing but generosity and goodwill upon him in years gone by. To blame her for his misfortunes - when it was she who had plucked him from underneath Menelaus’ sword, she who had delivered on her promise of a most beautiful woman in exchange for his mere word, she who influenced poor Helen to beg Oenone to bestow mercy on the then-dying Paris. No fault it was of hers if he was too weak a warrior to count his blessings by staying alive for much longer - or if he was unable to keep the woman gifted unto him - or if he ultimately died... No, this wouldn’t do. Aphrodite refused to shoulder the blame - but who could blame human arrogance? Unfounded, pitiful, human arrogance. 

Love, divinity... things beyond true human comprehension. As long as love existed, she would be here. 

“ And yet, I have survived where so many did not. Really... Celia’s a nice girl - she should be honored to serve me. Of course, I’ll repay the favour when I ascend again. She’s proven herself quite worthy of Elysian if she continues on like this. ”

“ However... you, Paris, are quite another matter. ”

Standing up, she crosses to right in front of him. 

“ Have you forgotten my love already? I’m hurt... But never fear, my fondness for you will allow such small mistakes on your behalf. Shall I remind you, then? ”

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Revons Plus Grand, Chapter 1

Revons Plus Grand

Or, The PSGeorgette Archives

By Jo-Ryan Salazar

Chapter 1:

Alexandrie, Alexandra

Petersburg, Orussia, circa 1944. A recent break in the war between the women, the Witches of the 502nd Joint Fighter Wing and the antagonists of humanity, the Neuroi, had taken place, allowing the presumptive victors to catch their breath and settle down for the time being. There were no Brave Witches in the air training, or even doing exercises on the ground. Most of the members had been given authorization to return to their families in their native homelands to recover before being summoned for the next campaign which would come months down the road.

There were a few people that remained on base to at least ensure the premises were intact and in respective condition, maintained from the elements of nature and the passage of time. Two young women in the springtime of their youth had found their own peace of mind in each other and were currently busy fixing the quarters for visitors who would use it as a temporary guesthome before the Witches needed to use them again for campaigns and operations of note. A couple of hands formerly of the now-disbanded 501st Joint Fighter Wing fell in to assist in some facility expansions.

"Miss Shimohara?" asked Georgette Lemare while sweeping the floor.

"What is it, Jose?" asked Sadako Shimohara. "And I have decided that starting today, you can call me Sadako any time you like."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I've come to know you this far. I am fine with it. So yeah, go for it Jose!"

She shrugged. "Well, to the point. Sadako...have you ever visited Paris?"

"Paris? Oh, I do know that at least one from the 501st have seen it."

"Perrine has and a few others I know have been there too. I have been there as well. After Gallia was liberated, the city looks better now than was what it was before the invasion. I want to come back and visit Paris one day, but work is work, you know?"

She smirked like a brazen man. "Jose, when you're with me, work can never be boring."

"Oh Sadako, not now, it's morning! We just started work today!"

She laughed. "Ah, well, even with the operations done for, a witch's work is never done."

"Stop dawdling around and keep folding! This is so unbecoming of you!" Georgette closed an eye, showing Sadako the evil eye as she responded with a drop of sweat on her head. It was a mask. Georgette smiled and so did Sadako as the two of them continued to housekeep the chamber they were working on...

...until the door slammed open, startling both of them from behind. "Good morning!" exclaimed Flying Officer Waltrud Krupinski.

"Countess! At least open the door properly before you enter!" Georgette exclaimed, pouting.

"I'm sorry, forgive me, it is because I have news to tell you."

"News?" Sadako asked.

"We have finished the construction of a new, massive chamber down the hall. Do you want to follow me? It seems you are done fixing this room."

"Uh, sure," said Sadako. "Jose?"

"Coming!" The two of them followed Flying Officer Krupinski down the hall into a space not seen before at the base.

"Both of you," said Flying Officer Krupinski. "I want to introduce a couple of people you may not have met. They are formerly of the 501st Joint Fighter Win but they wanted to help in improving the base. Both of you, introduce yourselves!"

"Good morning, I am Flight Lieutenant Charlotte E. Yeager from Liberion. Call me Shirley," she said. "This is my assistant."

"Buon giorno! I am Pilot Officer Francesca Lucchini from Romagna," said Francesca. "I am Shirley's assistant!"

"We asked Flight Officer Krupinski if we could integrate some newly-discovered technology and use this base to test it out. As a result, we made a brand new room for Witches to use."

"And," the Countess added, "we are having both of you test this new place out."

"Us?" Sadako asked, mouth twitching.

"Sadako, you-seem-flus-tered," Georgette cooed.

"Ahahahaha, no, it's just, just...what does this room do again? Oh, we should introduce ourselves. I am Pilot Officer Sadako Shimohara of the Fuso Navy, assigned to the 502nd Joint Fighter Wing, from Fuso."

"Free Gallian Air Force Pilot Officer Georgette Lemare, also assigned to the 502nd" she said.

"Ah, so you're from where Perrine is," said Shirley. "So, with that said, let's head inside!"

Sadako blinked while looking around. "Uh..."

"This is just a regular bedroom," Georgette deadpanned. "There's a study, a table, few chairs, curios. I think this is just a regular room. It's nothing special."

"Ahhh, but speaking of special, believe it or not, there are some special differences," said Shirley. She pointed. "This bed fits for two and is spacious and is bigger than all the other beds in the entire base and is made of unique uncommon material not found anywhere else."

"News flash! We had to call in some ringers from Liberion to help with the supply chain too, so this wasn't easy!" Francesca added, sticking her tongue out. "You should be thankful!"

"Originally, this room was supposed to be designed in Romagna at our old base for two of our former members to experiment but they declined and one of them who resides in this country explicitly asked us to build it here for both of you," Shirley said, pointing to Sadako and Georgette with a wingman-style wink.

"EHHHHHHHHH!?" exclaimed Sadako and Georgette.

Georgette was about to melt. "At this rate, I am..." Seconds later, Flying Officer Krupinski produced a massive water bottle, which she used to lower her temperature. "Ahhh, that's a little bit better."

"But what does this room do?" asked Sadako. "Shirley, you didn't tell us!"

"Well, we used a special type of magic restricted to this room only," said Shirley. "It's a magic that allows you to visit a place in the world you wanted to live in and stay, but with the dimension being different and the timeframe being different."

"Different timeframe?" Sadako asked. "What timeframe are we talking about here?"

"Several decades into the future. As in, the 21st Century."

"Wow, and a different dimension?" Georgetter asked.

"Well, the dimension in question is not too different from what you're accustomed to," she replied, scratched her cheek with a hesitant chuckle.

"There's real people, right? I mean, we're on leave but we're just tending the base, but I guess I wouldn't mind a break from work."

"Are there any Neuroi out there?" asked Georgette.

"According to what Shirley told me," Francesca replied, "it is status: unknown. We'll be working on it, but my gut is telling me that there is no need to be concerned."

"Oh. That's...interesting..."

"But will we be able to come back here after we visit this new dimension and timeframe?" Sadako told Shirley. "We don't want to be lost to the future forever, you know. You may not see us again."

"Well, we'll just leave it to the fates to see if, you know, everything works out because we're just testing this room to see how effective the magic is," Shirley said.

"In this case, I don't think we want to risk gambling on our lives as it is, right Jose?" Sadako asked her.

"Yeah, we'll opt out, so thank you for the new room, Shirley but we have to get back to fixing the cots," Georgette said with an anxiousd laugh. They both turned and were horrified.

"Oh no..."

"Okay, I gotta have some sandwiches with the Countess and meet a few others here with Lucchini!" Shirley said over at the door with a few hours.

"Come back soon!" Francesca added.

"Enjoy the journey," Flying Officer Krupinski added with a wry smile.

"BYEEEE!" they all said. And the door slammed shut.

"No! Wait! We don't want to be here!" Sadako cried. She tried to open the door. "Oh god. It's locked. We can't get out."

"This is what I get for knowing you too well," Georgette deadpanned like the doting partner she was. She was favoring her forehead.

"It wasn't my fault, don't blame me, I beg you!" Sadako cried.

Georgette sighed and relaxed on the bed. "So soft..." She draped an arm over her forehead.

Sadako laughed as the two of them took off their socks and rested, staring at the wall. There were some words. "Revons...Plus Grand. What does that mean?"

"Ah, that means, 'Dream Bigger.' But I have no idea why that is actually there," Georgette said. "Maybe it's some omen, some visionary message, or some random words that our visitors put on before locking us in here to get poisoned by the Countess's cooking...or maybe."

Georgette's heart was pulsing a little. Sadako felt her pulse race a little. She had to ask the question. "It's getting a bit warm for me too. Maybe I can..." Sadako slowly unzipped her uniform.

Her partner, no, her ladyfriend blushed. "Sadako! You're not wearing your swimsuit this time. It's...a two-piece." Simple blue as well, but otherwise same material as her one piece. "Ahhh, haaah, I'm getting warm, I need to..."

"I'll assist you."

"Huh! Ahhh, Sadako, I..." There was no turning back. Sadako's hormones were on a roll now for some strange reason, perhaps due to the magic in the room. Nobody told them that there was a lust form of magic built in. But Sadako didn't care. She unbuttoned Georgette's coast and shirt and slowly took it off, revealing her white underwear with blue straps and bow.

The rise in her heat caused Georgette to sprout her cat ears and tail, that of a Persian, and her body began to sweat as she looked in Sadako's eyes. She whispered her name. "Oh Sadako..."

"Georgette. Is it wrong for me to at least dream of having feelings for you?"

"Oh? And what if they are real?" she asked, sighing like a baby and smiling, causing Sadako's bunny ears and tail to sprout out. "I'm fine with this. I don't want to regret anything at all. Even if it means I could lose you forever or..."

Sadako was on all fours on top of her, her breathing hitched, her burning desires reaching the critical point. "Or?"

"Or we die falling in love while in each other's arms?" Georgette's tears fell as they held hands.

"Then let me melt into you before the world is over before we both know it," Sadako cried as they both kissed and embraced each other, the saliva so profuse as their tongues dances and Sadako proceeded to slip a hand under Georgette's panties, causing her heat to stimulate Sadako even more and causing a similar response.

Without a thought, Sadako was fondling Georgette's breasts and sucking on them, causing her to moan and cry out with pleasure as she arched her back and allowing her lover even more access into her pleasure spots. The point had been hit, and Sadako pulled down Georgette's underwear and indulged in her flower. "Ah, Sadako, hyaaaah, oh, oh mon dieu, this is, this, is, this is so amazing! I never felt so...hyaaah. Ohhh, aaaaah!"

Soon enough, the two of them were on the bed in the nude, tribbing as they continue to melt with pleasure in each other's soft touch. Georgette's bows were undone as her medium-length chestnut hair and its rich flowery scent caused the two of them to let out a massive release as one.

"HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" they both cried, collapsing in each other's embrace, their legs locked as they fell into a deep sleep, their ears and tail disappearing as their collective mind ran away from the world they knew.

"Sadako," Georgette whispered before passing out, her collective love all over the bed, "I love you."

"Georgette, I love you too," Sadako said. "Until we meet again, somewhere, some...place..." And with that, everything faded to black.

"Ugh, I am so fucking incensed by this," said Flying Officer Naoe Kanno to Sergeant Hikari Karubichi as they hauled in some boxes from a Kübelwagen to the base. "Why the hell am I assigned to bring these supplies with you?"

"It was Commander Rall's orders to have these sent for storage, Nao," Hikari said.

"Like hell that's going to sit well with me, what's in these boxes?"

"Uh we're not authorized to open these supplies, they're labeled Top Secret for a reason..."

"I don't give a damn, we're all technically on leave until further notice from the Commander. Let me open this." She opened it.

"Ahahahahahah, oh dear..."

Nao was horrified when she took one out. "Condoms!? Who authorized shipping condoms to the base!? This is deplorable!"

A voice. "Ahahahahah, that's why you are not supposed to do that," said Squadron Leader Gundula Rall.

"C...Commander, I apologize! Sorry!" Nao exclaimed. "I was only curious." The look from Commander Rall was menacing.

And then, it wasn't. "Don't worry about it. Put that away, seal the box and move it in, now, Nao."

"Yes, ma'am!" Hikari sighed as the two of them continued to move the boxes of condoms and other adult trinkets to a storage space for temporary safekeeping.

"But why did we have to move those supplies in from the Kübelwagen, they look gross!" Nao told Commander Rall.

"This base will be used as temporary residence for visitors so that they can experience life in this region, and also do the things adult couples do."

"Like what?" she deadpanned.

"You're only 15, you'll find out when you're older."

"I already am thinking like an adult, just tell me!"

"Well, you said these supplies were gross, right?"

"Right..."

"But what you don't realize is that adults use this to relax and it actually feels amazing if you use it properly and not misuse it. But that's for a later time. Don't worry about it. It's for civilians."

"Whatever. Anyway, where's Shimohara and Jose?"

Commander Rall turned away in thought. She was debriefed on what had happened but she didn't want to tell Flying Officer Kanno the truth because she would not believe her. She had to fib. "Pilot Officer Shimohara and Pilot Officer Lemare have been reassigned as of today."

"Where to?" asked Hikari. "We need to talk to them!"

"And I want some nikujaga, I am starved after carrying some creepy stuff that I don't want to use, Squadron Leader!" exclaimed Nao, flailing. "Where are they?"

"I was told by Flight Sergeant Katajainen not to disclose the location to either of you. Only both of us know."

"Nipa is nowhere to be seen on base but I did see Countess," Hikari noted.

"Liar!" Nao roared.

"Ahhhhah, ah, um..." Oh that Squadron Leader. That went well...

"The Fake Countess must know where they are. Where is she?" Nao asked.

"I'm right here, behind you," Flying Officer Krupinski said to Nao.

"Ahhh! Fake Countess, I will give you slack if you answer this question: where is Pilot Officer Shimohara and Pilot Officer Lemare? You must know something about their whereabouts, tell me!"

"You wanna know?"

"Yes!"

"You...really wanna know?"

Now the Countess was deliberately messing with her. "YES, DAMMIT! I need to know right now before..." And the growling noises. "I die from not having my nikujaga," she said in a massive change of tone, pouting.

"Well, a couple of visitors who used to be with the old 501st are stopping to visit and do some guest cooking. It's the first time I tried...what is that again, Commander Rall?"

"Flight Lieutenant Yeager calls it Waldorf Salad, Krupinski," she said.

"Ah, yes, that one. You will love it. It's being served along with another new invention allegedly called sliders."

An anger vein was on Nao's head as she did a comical gunbuster pose before lifting her head. "Actually, I am hungry for something else."

"And what could that be?"

Hikari grimaced. "Um..."

Nao's eyes glistened. "I am hungry to know...where are Shimohara and Jose?"

"All right, I'll tell you," Flying Officer Krupinski said with a sigh. "If you go all the way down the hall, there is a new set of double doors. Open it, and you'll see them."

Commander Rall turned to the Countess and raised an eyebrow. "Are they really gonna buy this?" she asked. The Countess simply pointed to Flying Officer Kanno dragging Sergeant Karibuchi down the hall. She turned to the Commander and winked. "This won't end well," the Commander groaned.

"Hurry, Hikari, they're over here!" Nao said, a spring in her stuff as they both ran to the glowing double doors. "Aaaaaaand, open!" She opened them. "Oyyy, Shimohara, Jose, we're back! Are you in here."

"This is just a bedroom and there's nobody in here," Hikari said, noticing the curious, the table, the study and chairs...and the bed, strewn with clothes. "This...these are the clothes of Jose and Shimohara..." Hikari turned around. "Revons...Plus Grand...? I have no idea what that means. But Nao, I think Shimohara and Jose have, somehow, somewhat..."

Nao fell to her knees, distraught and crestfalled, the tears coming out of her. "No, this can't be happening. No...no..." And she bellowed to the heavens like the bulldog she was. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Nao!" Hikari went in to comfort Nao. "Hang in there, take a deep breath, calm down, it's okay."

"No, it's not. What is going on. Why, why did this have to happen," sobbed Nao, crying on HIkari's shoulder, getting a slight cold in the process. "Pilot Officer Shimohara and Pilot Officer Lemare...Shimohara...Jose...are GONE!"

Hikari looked in the distance and saw a picture of Sadako and Georgette looking at each other with a smile. Something did happen, but she needed to know. She needed to investigate. She looked upwards as Nao continued to cry inconsolably with sobs here and there. Hikari knew they were out there. She wanted to know where they were right now.

"Ugggghhhh..." Sadako was snoring as she continued to murmur and drool. "So soft and squishy...I want to die melting in all of this forever, heheheheh...jfoisdidosfioio..."

Georgette opened her eyes and slowly sat up, Sadako choosing to cling to a pillow and empty her flower out in absolute fulfillment. She put on her bows and noticed that her bra and panties were on the floor. After she put them on, she looked around. "Where...are we?"

Sadako woke up. "Uhhh, mmmm, Jose, I...i think we are...yeah, where are we?" She also put on her underwear and looked around. Scarves. shirts. Round spheres. The table, study and chairs were positioned the same but they looked different. Futuristic. And the words were on the wall, the same but the walls were blue with a touch of red and white, and a certain logo associated with...something. "This...is definitely not Petersburg, Jose. The magic must have worked."

"I think it has," said Georgette as she noticed a window with a blue curtain. Sadako walked over and lovingly embraced Georgette from behind. "My..."

"You look wonderful in whatever you wear," Sadako whispered lustily. "Even your skin. Why do Gallians need to have such taste all the time, it's criminal! That's why you are like a crepe I can never stop eating." Her point was made as she nibble her left ear, triggering the cat ears and tail.

"You're gonna make me overheat again after we woke up," she pouted. "Stop nibbling my ear, Sadako."

"Sorry." She let go and the animal ears and tail went away as they both kissed. "Open the curtain, let's see this together."

Taking a deep breath, Georgette drew open the curtain with both hands. They gasped at the scenery. Tall majestic buildings. Parks, people moving in and out, a major thoroughfare in the distance, and...an unmistakable skyscraper that defined where they ended up in.

Sadako and Georgette held each other's hands and looked into each others eyes. Jose's eyes were misting with happiness, and she was beaming. Her wish had come true. Her wish had indeed come true. And they said it together.

"THIS IS...PARIS!"

END CHAPTER 1

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October 5th, 1919. Paris, France.

If anyone is still reading this ridiculousness, thank you for your patience, and my heartfelt apologies for taking six months to write ten pages. We all have Regina Spektor to thank for prodding me in the feelings.

The noise in the bar crashed onto Poe’s ears in cacophonous waves, pressing into his mind and driving out the ghosts, at least for a little while. They seemed to occupy his thoughts more than they ever had and he wondered, briefly, if the long days of autumn had brought them back. He had dreamed in his trench, of course, they all had. Even Bertie had woken screaming in the night, only calming when Poe placed a bayonet in his hand and sat beside his bed, the lantern light deepening the shadows under their eyes. He had expected the terrors to fade when the war was over and they had, for a time. He gave the scarred and pitted wood of the bar a rueful grin. The endless worry about the treaty-about Herr Skywalker-had taken up all the space his thoughts had to give in those few awful months, but now the nightmares were back, and not even his endless hours at the steel mill could keep them at bay. He tumbled into his bed exhausted and slept poorly,  chased in his dreams by pale, insubstantial figures that spoke with the voice of machine gun fire and took the shapes of faces long dead. He had heard somewhere that it was impossible to dream a face you had never seen, and he shivered, wondering where his mind had pulled the hollow-eyed figures that stalked him through the French mud every night.

The whiskey burned in his throat, easing the chill that had crept into his shoulders. He had shunned the Jolie Rose, opting instead for a soldier’s bar on the outskirts of the red light district. The whiskey was cheaper, the music racier, and the company more sparse. Best of all, what company there was was inclined to violent outbursts over the barest whiff of an insult. Fights were common, injuries even more so, and every regular in the place was just as keen as he was to break bones and skin to escape the demons on their heels. A conversation with rich potential was brewing to his left, where a grizzled old man sat nursing a pint of awful beer. Everything about him screamed navy, and he was bearing the endless chatter of the three young pilots beside him with the patience of ages. The boys looked like Poe felt, lost in the aftermath of the war and knowing that raining death from the skies was the only thing that made them feel really alive. They were new at the bar, and Poe guessed by their manner they he travelled around a fair bit. The blonde fellow doing the most of the talking didn’t have the kind of personality that lets a person be a regular anywhere for very long. The old navy dog just sat there and took it while the pilots waxed on and on about the war, pushing, and pushing. It couldn’t last, Poe knew, and as he reached this conclusion, the blonde kid said the unforgivable.

“Well, I heard the crew on the Gallia were spotting for the Jerries anyway. Probably manned the signal light, didn’t you?”

Silence fell instantly. The old man took a sip of his beer and set it gently on the bar.Such care, Poe thought distantly, for a man about to start something. “You want to say that again, monsieur?” His cracked voice was low, and far too polite to be safe, “So everyone can hear you?”

“You heard what I said,” the pilot sneered, “You’re probably one of those dirty swabs who could ride a torpedo from here to Calcutta.”

“At least I have a torpedo,” the old man said flatly, and caught the kid a square hit on the jaw. The darkened room was mostly chaos after that. The pilot contingency put up a fairly decent showing for their fallen comrade, but soon the table of navy regulars in the corner had emptied, coming to the aid of the old man and, within moments, the whole bar was involved in something or other.

Poe caught a wicked upper cut on his jaw that sent him reeling away from the bar, stumbling into the unsympathetic arms of an burly man with a beard that looked like it was ready to grow a life of its own somewhere away from his face. He growled wordlessly, shoving Poe away and following up with a wide, sweeping roundhouse, which he dodged easily. Now that his head had stopped ringing a bit, he could feel his blood singing with the joy of the fight, the heady rush of adrenaline that drove away the dark and sharpened the world into a narrow space of blood, flesh, and bone. As he sank a fist into the burly man’s ribs, a part of him protested that this wasn’t what might be called a respectable way to spend his evening, but he was long past caring, throwing himself into the fight with reckless abandon.

*

Something cold tickled his face. Blackness began to let him go slowly, with regret. He groaned as feeling came back to various pieces of his body and they began to scream at him, reminding him that whatever he had been drinking last night had probably been an awful idea. “E-excusez-moi, monsieur,” said a small voice somewhere above him, “Are you alright?” Poe blinked muzzily, raising a protesting arm to shade his eyes from the bright point of light above him.

“Whatssit?”he mumbled, tongue thick and heavy in his mouth.

“Papa!” He registered a lace petticoat and small leather shoes which scurried away as he attempted to sit up. He was nearly successful, but his head began to spin sickeningly, so he decided it was probably best to just leave it resting on the rough wood below him and let the waves of nausea wash over him.

Where was he? What the hell had happened last night? He could remember fragments; they exploded behind his eyes in horrible bursts of colour. The bottle smashing on his head. Several pints of...something with the navy lads. Rain? Possibly? He couldn’t tell. It might have been sweat that had made his hair stick to his scalp like that. Waving away the offer of a hand home. Stupid. He obviously hadn’t made it.

He started as he heard a new voice approaching him from what seemed like a long way off.

“Oui, Madeleine, I heard you.”

“But Papa, he fell out of the cabbages!” Oh. Cabbage. That was the cool tickly thing resting against his hand.

"Oui, Madeleine."

A shadow blocked out the searing light above him. Poe was grateful for the respite and inclined to say so, but his face was very heavy. In fact, now that it had come to his attention, his lips felt cracked and almost certainly swollen. More and more of the night before was coming back to him. Oh yes, it had been chalked full of terrible choices. It had probably been the fist connecting with his jaw that made his neck and face feel like they were made of wood instead of flesh.

"'M sorry about your cabbages, monsieur," he murmured, trying to lift at least half of his face off of what he now realized was a floor.

"They've seen worse, I'm quite sure," Someone knelt down beside him. Strong hands helped pull him up onto his hands and knees, "Though I'm less sure about you. Frankly, it looks as though you may have seen better days."

"And worse," Poe assured him, though he was less and less sure of that as feeling came back to more of his body. Knees were alright. He didn't think he was ready for feet yet, but the hands switched to grab him under the arms and pull him to his feet with surprising ease.

"You'll have to tell me of it sometime," There was a soft grunt from beside him as his arm was looped over a pair of bony shoulders, "but for now, monsieur, I expect you need some care and a place to sleep that is softer than my cabbage bin."

Poe was about to protest that if this person could just get him back to the apartment, he had a perfectly serviceable bed, but his rescuer led him out into bright early morning sun and it was all he could manage to stay mostly upright as his head pounded under the onslaught. Mercifully, the walk in the sun was not a long one and he soon found himself under the comforting shade of a roof. The smell of frying bacon wafted through the air and Poe could hear the chatter of several female voices as he was led to a back stairway.

"Long night, was it, monsieur?" asked his host.

Poe nodded. "Longest I've had in a long time," he admitted as they reached the top of the stairs. New tender places were opening up on his body the more he moved it and he was beginning to fear that he had seriously injured himself in that fight last night. It had gone on longer than usual, but he couldn't remember anything more serious than a couple of hits to the ribs. Nothing that would warrant him feeling like he had been trampled by the entire French cavalry. Twice. He wasn't sure he would have made it home. Actually, come to think of it, he wasn't even sure he knew where home was from here.

"Then some rest will do you good," the man said firmly as he opened the door to a sparsely furnished bedroom. The sheets were a clean crisp white and possibly the best thing Poe had seen in the last week. The bed was soft and he sighed in appreciation as the old man helped him into it. "Sleep," the man said, though the order was completely unnecessary. He was asleep before his head hit the lace edged pillowcase.

Poe woke thick tongued and sore some hours later, after sunset by the low light that greeted him when he chanced opening his eyes. The bed creaked beneath him as he pushed himself up onto his elbows. His head had stopped spinning and the pain in his face had faded to a dull ache.

"Pardon me for saying so, monsieur," said a voice from his right, "but you look thoroughly dreadful.

Poe sat up, looking toward the dim outline of a figure seated on a three-legged stool by the door. There was a suggestion of a beard and his fogged memory provided a picture of sharp blue eyes. "There is water on the table beside you, if you want it."

"I do, thank you," Poe croaked. His lip was still tender and the water stung the cracked flesh, but it was cool on his throat. He gulped at it, unaccountably thirsty, and coughed as his abused body rejected his overzealous attempt to make amends.

"Slowly does it," chuckled the voice in the corner. It was a smooth voice and cultured, with the barest hint of an accent Poe didn't recognize. "You've had a difficult day."

"Yeah," Poe agreed, eyes watering. He set the water down, studying the man on the stool. Now that he was no longer thinking through a fog of drink and pain, he had questions. "I don't wish to seem ungrateful, monsieur,” he began, “but why am I here? And where is here, exactly?”

“I am told that in the great and infinite space of our universe, there is a reason for our mortal existence,” the man said, sounding amused, “but in regards to your immediate situation, I am Monsieur Kenobi and you are sitting in my guest bed, in large part due to your good fortune in my granddaughter finding you out in my cabbage bin. You look as though you’ve been in a fight. A losing one, I might add.”

“Yes,” Poe’s mind raced to keep up with the man’s reasoning. It was difficult, considering the many gaps in his memory of the past forty-eight hours. “That doesn’t bother you?”

Monsieur Kenobi laughed, a rich, genuine sound, “My dear boy, why would that bother me?”

Poe flushed, “I don’t think I gave you an entirely respectable first impression.” He thought back to his blurred trip up the stairs, the chatter of female voices. “And this seems a respectable house. I…” he hesitated, “well, in your shoes, sir, I would have called the gendarmes and left it at that.”  

“Tell me, Monsieur...”

“Dameron,” Poe supplied, “Poe Dameron.”

“Are you familiar with the teachings of Christ, Monsieur Dameron? With his life as it has been told to us?”

“Vaguely,” Poe allowed, thinking of his mother’s secret piety and his father’s steadfast atheism. Sunday school had not been a part of his childhood.

“Well, suffice to say that he did not spend much of his time with respectable citizens.” There was a rustling sound as Monsieur Kenobi shifted on his stool. “You were in need. I have been called to feed the hungry and clothe the naked. It was not a matter of respectability.”

“I...see.”

“You think me mad, no doubt.” Poe could hear the smile in the man’s voice and wondered how obvious his disbelief had been. “Let me put it a different way, monsieur. If you wanted to do me or my granddaughters harm, run off with our possessions, say, how well do you think you would manage?”

“Poorly.”

“At best,” the man said bluntly. “I appreciate your concern on my behalf, monsieur, but you look about able to tackle a bowl of cereal. Regardless of my reasons, you are in no place to do me harm. If it gives you any comfort,” he added kindly, “your second impression has been more than respectable.”

“I…” Poe felt overwhelmed by this stranger’s kindness and found himself unable to speak past the lump in his throat. He wanted to protest that he was the last person to be deserving of such charity, that in fact what he deserved for his recent conduct was a firm dressing down and probably a slap to round things out. It hadn’t been a rough night so much as a rough several months and he felt a prickling of shame at how far he had slipped. “Thank you, monsieur,” he said at last. “I’m not sure what you see that is worthy of respect and I don’t know how I can repay you, but thank you in any case.”

“I have no need of repayment,” Monsieur Kenobi said, raising himself slowly to his feet, “though if you are feeling well in the morning, I am quite sure that an extra pair of hands would not go amiss.” He paused at the door, as though he had forgotten something in the room. “Do you have anyone waiting for you at home, Monsieur Dameron?” he asked.

Poe felt a cold wash of guilt as he thought of Bertie worrying, wondering where he was. “Yes. Mr. Brown. May I give you his address.”

“Certainly.” The main listened patiently and repeated the numbers back to him. “I will see that he knows you are safe and relatively well.”

“Again, thank you, monsieur.”

“It is no trouble at all,” Monsieur Kenobi assured him. “Now rest. I will wake you for breakfast.”

Poe stared up at the dark ceiling for a long time, listening to the quiet sounds of life in the house around him. When he finally drifted into sleep, he did not dream.

Outside Berlin, Germany.

"You did what?" Luke looked up from the evening paper at the sound of his sister's raised voice floating down the hall. He heard a corresponding sniff from across the room and looked over the edge of the paper. A small girl sat as close to the edge of the sofa as she could without falling right off of it, arms wrapped tight about her body. He might have described her as pitiful, hunched in the rich room with her ragged clothing, hair drawn back into matted buns, shrinking from the sound of Leia's ire, if it hadn't been for the look of pure venom she shot him the moment she noticed his eyes upon her.

They had been sitting in the hall for nearly twenty minutes in stubborn silence since Han had returned from his orphanage tour. He had ushered the little one into the house like an errant schoolchild, giving Luke an embarrassed shrug. “I couldn’t leave her there, Luke.” Luke had rustled his newspaper and said nothing. The girl had hidden behind Han’s back, glaring suspiciously at everyone and everything. “I just couldn’t.” “I understand,” Luke had said. And he did. The poor girl looked like a skeleton, the bones of her face standing out stark and terrible under the ground in grime that covered her face. Her long hair hung in lanky strings from the structurally compromised buns and her eyes had the wide, blank look of the perpetually hopeless and very hungry. The question in Luke’s mind wasn’t why Han had brought an orphan home; it was why he had only brought one. Leia, of course, had had a very different reaction. He was fairly certain it was mostly the regular shock that resulted from her unstoppable force once again meeting Han’s moveable conscience. It bit him at odd times, and Luke suspected there was a part of Leia that rebelled at the  change in plans more than anything else.

"Don't let it bother you," he said quietly, gesturing toward the stairs.

"It doesn't." The little chin lifted defiantly and Luke struggled to keep the smile from his face.

"Of course." He rose from his chair, taking good note of the way the girl's arms dropped immediately to her side, every muscle tensed as she watched him walk to the sidecart. "Would you care for a drink of water?"

She eyed him suspiciously as he poured a glass for himself. He waited expectantly, holding the pitcher over a cup until she nodded once, the buns bouncing on her head. The trickle of the water into the crystal glass echoed in the silence. "May I join you on the sofa?" Luke asked as he returned, careful to hold the glass out where she could see his hand. She glared stubbornly up at him for a long moment before sliding over the barest inch. "Thank you." He passed her the glass of water and she took it with exaggerated care, sipping at the water as though she was afraid it wasn't quite real. He collected his own cup and perched carefully beside her.

"What's your name, child?"

"Rey." Her voice was so quiet he could hardly hear her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Rey. My name is Luke." Rey said nothing, but she tucked her knees up to her chest, scooting the barest inch further into the comfort of the sofa as she clutched the glass of water tight in her bony fingers, as though she didn’t trust the luxurious fabric. They sat quiet, listening to the growing unrest from the floor above as Han's voice rose to contend with Leia's.

"Do you live here?" Rey's eyes were wide as she looked around the sitting room.

"Yes."

"In this whole room?" Something tightened in Luke's throat.

"Well...yes, sort of."

“And you don’t share it with anyone at all?” She demanded, her tight look of suspicion melting into one of frank disbelief.

“I...not really…”

He was spared the need to elaborate as Han came down the stairs wearing the rueful smile he reserved for arguments with his wife.

"Welcome home," Luke said, raising the crystal glass in salute, "Did you enjoy the festivities?" Han pulled a face.

"It was mostly awful."

"Shocking."

Han knelt in front of the sofa "So, liebchen," he put a hand on Rey's shoulder, "Do you still want to stay?" Rey was quiet, studying the room carefully.

"Will I have to sleep in here?"

"I'm sure we can find you your own space," Luke said as Han’s mouth fell open at the question.

The wide eyes held him under long, serious scrutiny. “Will there be things to fix?”

“If you want them, then yes, I think we can manage that as well.” Her study surprised him, in large part because he found himself hoping that he wasn’t found somehow wanting.

“Do you have a switch?” Luke forced his face to remain calm, gripping the water glass tightly.

“There hasn’t been a switching in this house for thirty years,” he said quietly, “nor will there ever be.”

“Alright then.” Rey sank back further into the sofa, as though she could make herself disappear. Then she stuck out one filthy hand toward Han. Han’s eyes flicked back and forth between the girl and Luke’s set face, searching for something, possibly direction.

“Alright,” he said finally, taking her hand and shaking it gently.

“But I want a blanket,” she added in a rush as she snatched her hand back.

“Um…” Han floundered, at a loss.

“You’d better find her a place to sleep and some decent clothes!” Leia’s shout echoed down the long staircase.

“What do you think I’m doing?” Han returned, spinning to make a face at the stairs.

“And a bath!”

Han growled in frustration and, seeing the direction the conversation was headed, Luke set his glass on the side table and held out a hand to Rey. “Why don’t you and I go find you a blanket?”

She gave him one more long look, from the tips of his polished shoes to the top of his head. Then she nodded, getting up to follow him across the hall. She didn’t take his hand.

*

The next morning, Luke’s breakfast was interrupted by a bloodcurdling shriek that shook the house. It was followed moments later by Herr Ripiau, cheeks flushed and tie askew. “Oh, Master Luke,” the butler cried, “You must come at once, the young fraulein is tearing the bathroom to pieces!”

Leaving his boiled eggs to cool, Luke followed the butler up the stairs to the guest bathroom. A flung towel greeted him as he opened the door, followed closely by a soapdish that smashed on the wall beside his head. Frau Gaarten, the housekeeper, cowered behind the linen closet and, in the middle of the soaking wet floor stood Rey, a scrubbing brush held in her upraised hand, her eye wild. Upon seeing him, the scrubbing brush wavered uncertainly, then began to lower. “You promised,” she spat, “You promised they wouldn’t hurt me.”

“Yes, I did,” Luke replied calmly, noticing the bent comb protruding from the child’s hair. “That rule applies to everyone in this house. We do not throw things here,” he added, pulling the towel from his shoulder as he entered the room.  

Rey shot a contemptuous look at Frau Gaarten. “I didn’t hurt her,” she said, voice dripping with scorn.

“Did you throw something at her?” Luke asked, righting a stool and perching on it. The scrubbing brush wobbled.

“Yes.”

“We do not throw things here,” Luke repeated, “And when we make mistakes, we apologize.”

Rey’s shoulders tightened and she glared at the housekeeper. “You can say ‘I’m sorry I threw something at you, Frau Gaarten’,” Luke supplied.

“I’m...sorry I threw the stool at you.” The words came out in a jerky rush and were certainly not heartfelt, but Luke decided to count it as progress. He raised his eyebrows pointedly at the housekeeper.

“Apology...accepted,” she said, still wary.

“I expect Herr Ripiau could do with some assistance at the breakfast table, Frau Gaarten,” Luke told her gently.

“Of course, Master Luke.” She curtsied and fairly ran from the room, no doubt grateful for the escape.

With the immediate threat removed, the scrubbing brush fell to the floor and Rey began to tremble, tears gathering in her eyes. “Are you going to send me away?” she whispered.

“No.” Luke struggled to keep the hitch from his voice as she began to cry, shoulders shaking with the effort of holding in her tears. “No, I’m not going to send you anywhere.” Tantrums he knew how to handle - he had grown up with Leia, after all- but he felt completely helpless in the face of Rey’s obvious distress.

“Would it...would you like a hug?” he asked over her sobs. Arms wrapped tight around her shoulders, she stepped forward, crumpling into his chest. He held her gingerly while she cried, wondering how on earth he was going to talk himself out of this. Gradually, the sobs became hiccoughs, which became sniffs.

“It hurts,” she said at last, voice muffled by his damp shirt. The tail of the comb prodded him in the shoulder as she looked up at him.

“The comb?” She nodded.

“May I try?” he asked, “ If I promise to be very careful?” She studied him for a long while before nodding again.

“Sit here.” He pulled up a second stool and patted the worn seat. “If it hurts,” he added, studying the hopeless mess of tangles on her head, “you just touch my knee, right here,” he tapped his leg, “and I’ll stop. Alright?” The whole matted mass shook as she nodded.

It was painfully slow. The poor child’s hair looked as though it hadn’t been combed since she came into the world, and he only had one hand, but he also had soapy water and a good deal of patience. He should probably have cut it off and saved them both the struggle, but after what seemed like several hours of delicate work and constant breaks, Rey’s hair hung wet and straight down her back. His neck and shoulder screamed at him, unused to such effort, but he smiled as she turned to face him. “Thank you for sitting so patiently,” he told her, “that took a long time and I know it was hard for you.”

“Was it hard for you?” she asked, frowning up at him.

“A little,” he admitted, feeling the sweat trickle down his back. She nodded to herself, looking down at her dirty feet.

“Now,” he said, wincing as he stood from the stool, “do you think that if I ask Frau Gaarten to come back that you can get through a bath?”

“Will it hurt?”

“I don’t think so,” Luke said, “but if it does, you can tap her on the hand and I promise that she will stop and let you take breaks. Will that be alright?” Her face was solemn as she considered his question.

“Where will you be?”

“I,” Luke replied, rolling some of the stiffness out of his shoulder, “will be sitting in that chair right there,” he pointed to the armchair that stood by the bannister in the hall, “reading my paper.”

At last, she gave a sharp nod. “I think I can try.”

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Revons Plus Grand, Chapter 32 (END)

Revons Plus Grand

Chapter 32

Take Me Home

Georgette opened her eyes, and noticed that there were 72 young girls in white bikinis, sitting in a wariza position, of different bust sizes and figures, looking sad and hopeless but looking gorgeous as always. "Ladies!"

"Who are you?" asked one of the girls, holding a box of raisins to offer. Georgette took the box and had a few pieces before finishing the whole box, triggering some tittillating giggles.

"Mmmmm. My name is Georgette. I have come to emancipate you, as a member of the Witches," she said.

At that point, every one of the 72 virgins jumped up in exultation, gesticulating with cries of joy as they all hugged Georgette.

"Thank you so much," they said.

"Do you, um, want us to join you?" asked another of the girls.

Georgette brought out 72 matching Paris Saint-Germain kits and shorts. The virgins were all barefoot. "Wear this," she said. They all quickly got dressed as the clothes contoured to their voluptuous, well-sculpted frames. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, Lady Lemare!" they all said, saluting.

"Let's go." They all formed a circle with Georgette in the middle. Another flash of light...

"Uh...what's going on?" asked Hikari Karibuchi. The Neuroi exploded into a firework, triggering a collective ooh from the crowd. Georgette and her 72 virgin army floated and slowly descended down. The guitar notes played, and Paris Saint-Germain's song "Go West" played as the players received the trophy in the background with the first verse starting as Maxwell Scherrer lifted the trophy.

"(Together) We will go our way

(Together) We will leave someday

(Together) Your hand in my hand

(Together) We will make the plans

(Together) We will fly so high

(Together) Tell our friends goodbye

(Together) We will start life new

(Together) This is what we'll do

(Go west) Life is peaceful there

(Go west) Lots of open air

(Go west) To begin life new

(Go west) This is what we'll do

(Go west) Sun in winter time

(Go west) We will do just fine

(Go west) Where the skies are blue

(Go west) This and more we'll do

(Together) We will love the beach

(Together) We will learn and teach

(Together) Change our pace of life

(Together) We will work and strive

(I love you) I know you love me

(I want you) Happy and carefree

(So that's why) I have no protest

(When you say) You want to go west

(Go west) Life is peaceful there

(Go west) Lots of open air

(Go west) To begin life new

(Go west) This is what we'll do

(Go west) Sun in winter time

(Go west) We will do just fine

(Go west) Where the skies are blue

(Go west) This and more we'll do..."

The girls all danced as one, feeling the spirit of the Rouge et Bleu of Paris Saint-Germain, the Parisians, the 11-time Coupe de France winners. In the background, a montage of moments from the club played, as well as scenes of the city and fans. Eventually, the players joined in the dancing, performing one massive chorus line over the covered pelouse.

"(I know that) there are many ways

(to live there) in the sun or shade.

(Together) we will find a place

(to settle] down and live with space

(without the) busy pace back east,

(the hustling), rustling of the feet,

(I know I'm) ready to leave too,

(so this is) what we're going to do,

(Go west) Life is peaceful there.

(Go west) Lots of open air.

(Go west) To begin life new.

(Go west) This is what we'll do.

(Go west) Sun in winter time.

(Go west) We will do just fine.

(Go west) Where the skies are blue.

(Go west) This and more we'll do.

(Go west) Life is peaceful there.

(Go west) Lots of open air.

(Go west) To begin life new.

(Go west) This is what we'll do.

(Go west) together together we'll gone our way

(Go west) together together you lead me the way

(Go west) you begin life new

(Go west) this is what will do..."

The Paris fans all delivered a standing ovation to the ensemble of dancers in PSG colours and the players who joined in the dancing, the cup being passed around. The 72 virgins all bowed and after a salute, disappeared out of sight, turning into balls of light that entered Jose's body. Jose closed her eyes, then smiled as she opened them to the crowd finally beginning to file out. The rest of the Witches began to fly to the pitch to meet Jose, whose striker unit magically disappeared, leaving her barefoot, bare legged and without pants. Not that she minded.

"Jose, we did it! We defeated the Neuroi!" said Sadako, hugging her.

"We did. Feels good, right Sada?"

"It sure does."

"Kindness is the greatest weapon," said Gundula. "To reach out to the virgins and purify them...I wouldn't expect anything less out of a healer."

"You were amazing," said Edytha. "I liked the dance moves you did with the virgins. Did you plan it all along?"

"It was on feel and being one with the music and the fans singing."

"An impressive performance and a beautiful way to complete a successful operation," said Aleksandra Pokryshkin. "Well done also to Waltrud, who helped the gendarmerie infiltrate the hideout and eliminate everyone in it."

"Of course," said the Countess, bowing.

"Well done," said Nasser Al-Khelaifi, coming in with the players and coaches of the team, as well as the staff. "Let me introduce myself to those I have not introduced myself to. I am Nasser Al-Khelaifi, owner of the Paris Saint-Germain Football Club. I want to thank you all for protecting everyone here as well as eliminating the Neuroi, even though you hail from a different timeline."

"Mr. Nasser, on behalf of the 502nd and 501st Joint Fighter Wings, we accept your thanks and would like to congratulate your club and your city on a difficult but successful Coupe de France defense," said Gundula Rall. "Gundula Rall, commander of the 502nd, the Brave Witches. I am the supervisor of Pilot Officers Georgette Lemare and Sadako Shimohara, who conclude their service with you this evening."

"Ah, thank you for introducing yourself to me. We wanted to provide you with some momentos for your journey home, and we have someone to assist me with this," said Nasser.

Emmanuel Macron was with him. "Hello Jose and Sadako!"

"Mr. Macron!" exclaimed the two girls.

"Ladies, I am Emmanuel Macron, the President of France, or Gallia, in this timeline. I want to also express my deepest thanks for your services and for your efforts, award you, as a group, the Grand-Croix of the Legion d'honneur." A round of applause can be heard from the Paris fans who stayed. "Step this way to receive your cross and sash."

Each one of the girls was given a cross-shaped badge in gold and a red sash. Nasser then gave every one of the girls a large white bag filled with pins, books, other clothes, scarves, hats, and other related trinkets with the club's identity.

"Thank you so much for this," said Aleksandra Pokryshkin. "I am Aleksandra Pokryshkin, second in command and assistant to Commander Rall. We will treasure this for a while." A retainer then collected the bags and placed it in a cargo box that would be sent to the X-11 waiting to transport it to Petersburg. It would also includes the clothes that Sadako and Jose left at Le Parc.

"So with that, I bid you the best of luck on your journey and wish you well," said Nasser.

"We will not forget your legacy and effort to stop terrorism and protect the lives of innocent civilians here in France and around the world," said Emmanuel. "Good luck. Vive Les Brave Witches. Vive La Republique."

"VIVA LA FRANCE!" roared the Paris fans. Following one more group photo with the Paris Saint-Germain players, staff, coaches and fans, as well as the President, to go with hugs and handshakes all around, the Witches all got in their striker units. As one, they waved to the supporters before slowly taking off.

"Farewell everybody!" said Georgette, tears flowing out of her eyes. "I will miss you! Ici C'est!"

"PARIS!"

"Ici C'est!"

"PARIS!"

"ICI C'EST!"

"PARIIIIIS!" roared the fans one last time as the Witches finally flew out of the Stade de France and flew across all the major cities and towns of Europe, to the strains of a Phil Collins tune.

"Take that look of worry

I'm an ordinary man

They don't tell me nothing

So I find out what I can

There's a fire that's been burning

Right outside my door

I can't see but I feel it

And it helps to keep me warm

So I, I don't mind

No I, I don't mind

Seems so long I've been waiting

Still don't know what for

There's no point escaping

I don't worry anymore

I can't come out to find you

I don't like to go outside

They can't turn off my feelings

Like they're turning off a light

But I, I don't mind

No I, I don't mind

Oh I, I don't mind

No I, I don't mind

So take, take me home

'Cause I don't remember

Take, take me home

'Cause I don't remember

Take, take me home

Oh Lord, 'cause I've been a prisoner all my life

And I can say to you

Take that look of worry, mine's an ordinary life

Working when it's daylight

And sleeping when it's night

I've got no far horizons

And I wish upon a star

They don't think that I listen

Oh but I know who they are

And I, I don't mind

No I, I don't mind

Oh I, I don't mind

No I, I don't mind

So take, take me home

'Cause I don't remember

Take, take me home

'Cause I don't remember

Take, take me home

'Cause I don't remember

Take, take me home, oh lord

Well I've been a prisoner all my life

And I can say to you

But I don't remember

Take, take me home

'Cause I don't remember

Take, take me home

'Cause I don't remember

Take, take me home

'Cause I don't remember

Take, take me home

'Cause I don't remember

Take, take me home

'Cause I don't remember

Take, take me home

'Cause I don't remember

Take, take me home

'Cause I don't remember

Take, take me home

'Cause I don't remember

Take, take me home

'Cause I don't remember..."

The Witches then flew towards Russia, where a large portal taking them to 1944 and their timeline awaited. "What a journey we've had," said Georgette.

"Indeed, Jose," said Sadako.

"I will leave no regrets. We may not have won the league, but we got the rest of the other trophies so it's all good!" exclaimed Hikari.

"There's the portal!" said Takami. "Let's fly to it!"

"YEEEAAAHHHHH!" All of the Witches flew to the portal and with that, they were teleported back to 1944. One hour of power remained, and that was enough for them to return to the base in Petersburg, where a number of the citizens welcomed them to rapturous applause, some waving Stade Saint-Germain scarves and flags.

"What a reception," said Eila. "It's nice to return home to our timeline."

Georgette was carrying Gab, who was now just a regular Persian cat with no powers whatsoever. She also lost her ability to talk regularly. That darn cat...

And the girls got out of their striker units while the X-11 also arrived with their merchandise. A second X-11 carried the food from their apartment in Boulogne-Billancourt, which was now back in control of the landlords, since they returned from their trip.

"Well, it's now back to doing the regular stuff now, huh?" said Georgette as she and Sadako put on their leggings and shoes and walked back to the dormitories.

"Sometimes you have to wonder if the work we did was really just a dream," said Sadako.

"What if it was and we really won't know what happened to..." Hikari looked at the jersey. "Stade Saint-Germainois?"

"Don't speculate, this is what's going to happen because we ensured that the future will be taken care of," said Yoshika. "Later this week, me and Tomoko will be leaving you so that we can fly back to Fusou."

"It has been an honor to be working with you," said Tomoko Anabuki. "But we must say goodbye and leave you to your operations here."

All the Witches exchanged hugs as they reentered the base. "So," said Commander Rall. "Who wants to create our welcome back breakfast?"

Sadako and Georgette looked at each other and posed in front of the others. "Just leave it to us!" And with that, the adventures of Georgette Lemare and Sadako Shimohara, and the Karibuchi sisters, in Paris in 2017 finally came to an end.

REVONS PLUS GRAND

THE END

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Revons Plus Grand, Chapter 31

Revons Plus Grand

Chapter 31:

Revons Plus Grand

At long last, the final week of the French football season had arrived. Here was the training schedule for the Paris Saint-Germain men and the women going forward. The men were facing Angers SCO in the Coupe de France final, while the women were finishing a difficult league campaign at home to Girondins de Bordeaux at the Stade Charlety.

Men's team

Monday, May 22nd 2017

No training session

Tuesday, May 23rd 2017

Training session closed to media

Wednesday, May 24th 2017

Training session closed to media

Thursday, May 25th 2017

Training session closed to media

Friday, May 26th 2017 - Stade de France (Saint-Denis)

06:15 AM: Training session opened to media for first 15 minutes

07:15 PM: Press conference with Unai Emery and a Paris Saint-Germain player (live on PSG TV)

Saturday, May 27th 2017 - Stade de France (Saint-Denis)

09:00 PM: Angers SCO - Paris Saint-Germain

Coupe de France - Final

Sunday, May 28th 2017

No training session

Women's Team

Monday, May 22nd 2017

Training session closed to media

Tuesday, May 23rd 2017 - CSLBF (Bougival)

02:30 PM: Press conference with Patrice Lair

03:00 PM: Training session opened to media for first 15 minutes

Wednesday, May 24th 2017

Training session closed to media

Thursday, May 25th 2017 - Stade Charléty

03:00 PM: Paris Saint-Germain - Girondins de Bordeaux

Division 1 Féminine - Week 20

Friday, May 26th 2017

Training session closed to media

Saturday, May 27th 2017

Training session closed to media

Sunday, May 28th 2017

Training session closed to media

He was a fine lad, in his early 20s, choosing to go on a different path in order to find his real purpose, though he was aware it would come with a price. He juggled a few darts, the precision of the juggling leading up to the throw. He spoke. "She, the one who will rise to challenge our mission to defeat the unbelievers of the world..." The darts hit a picture of a naked Georgette Lemare in the back. Simulated rivulets of blood leaked out of the picture and it continued to bleed for a while. At around this time, an explosion took place at the Manchester Arena, and an Ariana Grande concert.

"Daamir, what are you doing?" asked Jalaal al-Saab, the second in command of the Parisian ISIS Branch to his boss, Daamir el-Farid, who took over after the previous head, Ali Al-Nasri, was killed by police in a firefight not too far from the underground hideout accessible only by dab.

"Throwing darts, brother Jalaal. Behold. This whore of Normandy from an era gone by is the one that is encouraging this city's resolve to crush us alive. She and her army of infidel warriors must be stopped on one of this nation's biggest days, the final of the Coupe de France, this Saturday. Our preparations are nearly complete for an all-out assault on the Stade."

"So we indeed are attacking this venue again like two Novembers ago, brother Daamir?"

"Only this time, we will look to destroy the stadium and everyone in it, including the whore, Georgette Lemare. Her impure heart and intentions must be cleansed by Allah's final judgement, but in order to make this realized, she must perish."

"Quran (2:191-193) states, 'And kill them wherever you find them, and turn them out from where they have turned you out. And Al-Fitnah [disbelief or unrest] is worse than killing... but if they desist, then lo! Allah is forgiving and merciful. And fight them until there is no more Fitnah [disbelief and worshipping of others along with Allah] and worship is for Allah alone. But if they cease, let there be no transgression except against Az-Zalimun(the polytheists, and wrong-doers, etc.)' True words that we, as messengers to Allah, must adhere to moving forward."

"And with Allah's blessing, the Neuroi, those angels filled with the spirit and power of the 72 Virgins, the Houri, will help carry out our mission to purify this misled caliphate and its constituents. Thus, we shall then spread the message across all the corners of the world. Our caliphate will make Islam the religion of peace, and the Sharia law will unite men and women of all persuasions. And only then will there be no fighting, bloodshed and suffering."

"And with that, brother Jalaal, we must gird our loins for one of the most historic moments in the history of our organization. A benediction to our brothers fighting the forces of evil in Iraq, Syria, Sham, and around the world. We will not disappoint and we will die in our struggle if we must because we will be rewarded no matter the case. The Islamic State, its leadership and its values are worth dying for, and we will not have any regrets. Brothers!"

"Yes, sir!" exclaimed the others, stopping their work.

"The time has come to accelerate preparations and lay an all-out assault on the Stade and defeat those who stand in our way. Our jihad, our struggle, is one not done in vain, but with a purpose, to point the lands of the West in the correct direction so that there will be no struggles. The people of Manchester, in the United Kingdom, have been made aware of this through our ally, brother Salman Ramadan Abedi. Might makes right, inshallah and we will be victorious over the Infidels...and their allies...the Brave Witches. Stand and deliver!"

Jalaal let out a roar. "TAKFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIR!"

The others prostrated and chorused as one. "Allah hu Akbar! Allah hu Akbar! Allah hu Akbar!" The wheels were in motion as all resumed their planning for all-out assault on Le Stade on Saturday.

"Wow, look at these new kits," said Georgette to Sadako as they were given custom-made kits by Benoit Rousseau of the PSG Foundation over at the last practice of the season for Paris Saint-Germain at the Stade de France in Saint-Denis. "Raglan sleeves. So cute! And the small verticle red stripe."

"And it has our names and the number 502 on the back," she added. "Wait till the others see this."

"You seem to be pleased by the new outfit," said Mr. Benoit.

"We are, thank you providing us with this," said Georgette. "It's a futuristic feel and aesthetic."

"As this will be your last week working with us this is of many farewell presents we will be handing you. The finest goods"

"Mr. Benoit, we are truly honored to be in your service," said Sadako.

"Be sure to put them in a safe place when you choose to come home following your match." Manchester United had won the Europa League after dispatching of AFC Ajax 2-0.

"Understood," said Georgette. Benoit then took his leave, leaving the two girls alone.

"So this is the Stade de France," said Sadako, watching the players go through their run-through. In the grand scheme of things, this was very much PSG's de facto final home game. PSG had yet to be defeated at home, and Stephane Moulin's Scoistes were given the unenviable task of shocking the nation and winning their first-ever Coupe de France. "May the football gods be on their side tomorrow."

After serving the players one final meal, Sadako and Georgette took a shuttle back to their apartment in Boulogne-Billancourt to begin packing up and getting everything prepared to how it was before they moved in. The landlords were due to arrive at some time next week, at about the start of the next month.

Meanwhile, Unai Emery addressed the players one last time. "Gentlemen, this was the final practice of the season that you all went through. Tomorrow will be the Coupe de France final. And all the hard work you put in, the highs, the lows, the happy and sad and angry moments, all come down to this one opportunity to finish a difficult year strong and on a high. After this match, there will be no more games to play. For some of you, this may be your final match in a Paris Saint-Germain uniform. For others, your journey in Paris continues. We will evaluate where you all go from here in the days ahead.

"But wherever your career takes you, do not forget to play our style one last time and defeat Angers, and make history by making this club the most accomplished club in one of the most prestigious cup competitions in the world. It may be destiny that we will lift the trophy in this, the 100th edition of this competition. But you must earn that place in history. Believe in other, believe in yourselves, and believe in your club. I love you all. I thank you all for being a part of this journey, as it has been an immense honor to work with you. Dismissed."

"Are you sure we should do this?" Naoe Kanno said to the others gathered in the teleportation chamber.

"We have to get ready for the operation tomorrow," Waltrud Krupinski replied.

"We are anticipating a massive convoy," Tomoko Anabuki said, "so it is all hands on deck."

"Ah, it is a shame we are only in modern Gallia for a few days before heading home, it is too short a stay," said Edytha Rossman, having one last cup of tea.

"Our role is to provide support to those already there and provide protection," said Gundula Rall. "The enemy is well prepared for a coordinated attack on Paris, and so we must rendezvous at the residence of Pilot Officer Lemare and Pilot Officer Shimohara. I do believe they may have something waiting for us."

"And what might that be?" asked Aleksandra Pokryshkin, with a glint of suspicion in her eyes.

"Why nothing more than dinner, of course."

"So you say."

"Sanya."

"Let us all join hands and keep our eyes closed so that we can focus and ensure we are there safely," said Sanya Litvyak. "Ready, 1, 2, 3."

The Brave Witches, Sanya, Tomoko, Eila Ilmatar Juutilainen and Yoshika Miyafuji all joined hands and closed their eyes to meditate in a circle. Within one minute, they all disappeared from the timeline of Petersburg in 1944 and were transported to Paris in 26 May, 2017. It was 6 p.m.

At about the same time, Georgette and Sadako were outside their apartment. Hikari and Takami Karibuchi had also arrived from their recent shopping run. "Hey Jose!" exclaimed Hikari, waving.

"Hikari, we are back," she replied, exchanging hugs with the sisters. Gab had rejoined the group from her recent expedition at the hideout underneath the Saint-Denis Basilica. "You bought a lot of stuff, eh?"

"The last shopping run we will ever do before coming home," said Takami. "Bittersweet, to be honest."

"Want to head to our place to watch some news and stuff?" asked Sadako.

"I guess we can before we head to our apartment," Takami said. "Let's go."

"So, the team had their final training of the year and the players are motivated to get things done. But I have a strange feeling that the worst case could happen," mused Georgette.

"Be positive Jose, we have a job to do tomorrow," said Sadako. She opened the door. "Oh my..."

"SURPRISE!" said the others, who had teleported successfully to their dorm room.

"Wow! Oh my word," exclaimed Jose as she and Sadako shared a group hug. There were tears falling out. "You made it! You all finally made it! Welcome to Gallia in 2017. Or rather..."

"LA FRANCE!" they all chorused, having some laughter afterwards.

"At last, I am here, even though I am in the territory of Qatar Saint-Germain and the girls with big boobs," Nao said, scheming as ever. Her stomach growled. "Um, well this sucks..."

"We have plenty of food," said Sadako. "Anyone want to volunteer with cooking?"

"Me!" exclaimed Sanya and Yoshika.

"Let's prepare a big spread for everyone. Jose, wanna join us?"

"I'll leave it to you this time but I may join in later," she replied.

"Suit yourself!"

Georgette turned to the others. "Guys, quit standing, have a seat, I'll turn on the TV, make yourself at home, good grief..."

"Did you miss us?" asked Waltrud, petting Gab who let out a big meow and a deep, sustained purr.

"I definitely did. You came at the perfect time, everyone."

"You knew this was going to be a team effort, right Jose?" Gundula said to her.

"Yes, Commander."

"Gundula's fine."

"Sure thing."

"Anyway," said Sasha, "we will be temporarily staying here for the night before we head to Vélizy-Villacoublay."

"Vélizy-Villacoublay?" asked Nikka Edvardine Katajainen. "What's over there?"

"The air base, Base aérienne 107 Vélizy-Villacoublay, is a base used by the Gallian Air Force, or Armee de L'Air. Updated versions of our striker units have been transported by X-11 clones in secret and are being prepared for us to use. At about 0700 local time we will be leaving for Villacoublay, with the exception of Pilot Officer Lemare and Pilot Officer Shimohara, who will be working with the Paris Saint-Germain Football Club for their Coupe de France defense operation against Angers Sporting Club de l'Ouest."

"Ahhh, so we finally get to show Paris the true power of the Witches! Awesome."

"Hey, don't mess up, all right?" Nao retorted. "Our seiza thing is not for show, you know." Her stomach growled again. "Dammit! Merde!"

Sanya saw a cereal box. "Lion Wild?" Some wheat cereal with chocolate creal. "Hmmm..." She took the box, poured the cereal in to a bowl, poured some soy milk, and placed it on a table with spoon. "Nao, over here. Lion Wild."

"GIMME~~~~~~!" roared Nao, flashing a fang as she grabbed the bowl and ate up quickly

"A cereal that fits her very well," said Waltrud. "Lion Wild."

"You shut up this instant you fake Countess!" Nao exclaimed, her face messy from the chocolate and milk. "I am not a lion, I'm a dog. A DOG! Get it through your bloody head!"

"Let the jimmies rustle through you, little doggie."

"Woof!"

Eventually, the main dishes from from Frog XVI were served, with just about all of the edible goods from the pantry since this was a big group being served. The leftover would be finished the next morning before all but Sadako and Georgette left for Villacoublay.

"Nothing like good old Liberion food to remind us of the big brother across the Atlantic," said Yoshika. "This is great, nice work!"

"I taught Sada well," Jose noted.

"She taught me well," Sadako admitted.

"This is so satisfying," said Edytha. "I never had food from this timeline and it tastes cleaner, fresher, better. Like food from heaven."

"Hey, is there wine?" asked Waltrud. "We need some alcohol here." Georgette brought some bottles and poured glasses for those who were able to drink. "Arpents du Soleil! Oh yes."

"This is the only wine from Normandy," said Jose. "I bought all the bottles that were available at the Carrefour."

"Mmmm, this feels like a winner."

"We also have Calvados, if you would like to sample a glass." She brought the bottle to Waltrud but the Countess took the bottle and juiced the whole thing down. "Dear me..."

"Ahhhh, now that feels fantastic, hic," said Waltrud with a hiccup. "Hehehehehehehehhahahauhuhuhuhaaaah!"

"Ugh, we wanted to sample the Calva too," said Edytha, who eventually was able to sample the liquor alongside the others who were able to drink. "Mmmmm, this does require something heavy."

"So this is what Normandy is known for, huh?" said Takami, downing her share before returning to her meal. The generous portions that the witches consumed absorbed the alcohol and reduced the side effects. Of course, the younger Witches didn't get to enjoy the alcohol and were served Breizh Cola instead.

"What does Breizh mean?" asked Hikari to Georgette.

"Brittany, or Bretagne, in the local Breton language," she replied. "So this is Brittany Cola. There's a diet version, a zero cola version, a version made with a sweetener called Stevia, peach iced tea, grapefruit soda and lemon water. I bought them all for you to try." Georgette opened the refrigerator door and brought them out.

"Gimme the grapefruit, the agrum!" said Nao. "Mine, mine, gimme!" Georgette poured a tall glass of the grapefruit drink for Nao, who chugged it quickly. "Another." Rinse and repeat. Nao them slammed the glass down and thrashed her head back, squealing in exultation with a flashed fang, a fist in the air. "Ahhhhhhh, that's so much better! Vive La Republique! Vive La France!"

"Vive La France!" they all said, charging their glass and resuming their meal, all laughing.

Nao felt a strong reaction. "Uhhh, Jose, where is the bathroom?"

"Down the hall, straight that way," she said, pointing with an open hand."

"Ahahahah, thank you, merci, eheh," said Nao, chuckling like an old lady with a deep voice, mixed with questionable meowing noises as she cantilevered to the bathroom.

"You know, I just realized something after reading the news," said Tomoko.

"What is it?" asked Sadako.

"I believe tonight is the start of Ramadan. Most important month for Muslims, if I recall, where they fast during the day and have an early morning meal and a meal late at night."

"And?"

"We came at the right time, as the Islamic State is planning to go all-out on the first day, which is tomorrow, or more exactly, hours from now," said Gundula. "We will need to be providing security in case things go down at La Stade. There is confirmed reports from Gab and the Hartmann sisters that the power of the 72 Virgins as depicted in the Qur'an has been captured, corrupted and used as the energy force behind the Neuroi we are planning to eliminate."

"How can these horrible people do this and misuse their religion's afterlife reward as a way to attack Paris?" exclaimed Nikka.

"ISIS is losing the battle with the West in Syria and the Levant and Iraq, it seems. Mosul and Raqqa are slowly being won by forces in the West and the leadership is being taken down," said Sasha. "To balance this, they are using 'inspired' and 'directed' attacks to regroup. The attack in Manchester are an example of the work that is currently going on in Saint-Denis. No one realizes that in order to access the hideout, they have to perform...what is it called again?"

"The dab, Sasha," said Waltrud.

"Ah, yes, that."

"Our operation is in cooperation with the Armee de l'Air and the Groupe d'intervention de la Gendarmerie nationale (GIGN)," said Edytha. "Colonel Laurent Phélip, the GIGN commander will be meeting our group at Villacoublay to disseminate the rules of engagement. Sadako and Jose, for the most part, you are to remain with your club and leave the operation to us. Only in extreme circumstances will we ask for your support. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am!" they both said, saluting.

"Well, we really do need to get some rest," said Eila, yawning. "Good thing this is spacious."

"Indeed," Sanya replied.

"If you want, you can actually room with us," said Hikari. "Who wants to?"

"Me!" said Nao, Nipa, Yoshika, Sanya, Eila, and Tomoko.

"Follow me, then. We'll see the rest of you tomorrow," said Takami. "Let's do our best!" They all left.

"A little bit more breathing space," said Gundula. "Well met, I would say."

"Sadako, you don't want to join the other Fusou girls?" asked Sasha.

"We're together," Sadako and Georgette said in unison, pointing to each other.

"Ah, that's right, I had forgotten. You're the tenants here until the term ends next week."

"Do we have to be called in to action at all, Commander?" asked Jose as she and Sadako washed the dishes and cleaned the table.

"Well, you already know the rule but..."

"But?"

"Always be ready to step up. We are all Witches and we are one team. So be ready when it is your turn to sacrifice your life for the world."

"Yes...Gundula."

"Well met. So, is there a place where we can rest?"

"I will prepare mats and blankets since you are only staying for the night," said Georgette.

"Don't be too loud while we're sleeping, we know your game very well," said Waltrud with a wink.

"Countess, please show consideration and privacy, that's intrusive!" she shot back.

A deep laugh. "My apologies."

Soon, the morning came, and it arrived on the city of Paris with a collective feel of intention and an overwhelming nervousness regarding the edict in which its followers and sympathizers adhered to. Security at all of the domestic football cup finals was taking place, including the Coupe de France final.

"Mmmm, Jose?" asked Sadako, an arm over her head.

"What?" she said.

"I think they have left. I heard a door close and I heard the sound of leftovers being eaten and the sound of running water."

"Well, they must showing consideration after all..." Georgette left the bed and opened up the window. A fresh gust of wind resulted in an updraft, revealing her shiny white tanga. She looked back and giggled.

"Dear me..." Sadako whispered, getting off the bed and embracing Jose before fondling her breasts and flower, the two of them sharing a kiss. "This is our last day doing work for the team. This is it. It's been a great ride being on this journey with you, my dear."

Georgette looked out the window, blushing. "I suppose it has... Let's go ahead and wear our clothes, one last time."

After one final shower, Georgette and Sadako put on their newly issued kits...followed by their uniforms. But this was not the training top and bottom that the two girls wore. It was their usual uniform from their work with the 502nd over their jersey top and shorts. "In the end, I couldn't stop being myself," said Sadako.

"Same here," said Georgette, dusting off the dirt a little bit before making the bed and folding the blanket. She then went to the mirror and looked at herself. The images of her time in France, in Dijon, and Caen, and Barcelona, and elsewhere in Paris. The victories, the defeats and draws. The work with the women's team. The chance meeting with Mr. Macron and his wife. The meals and tidying up of the Camp des Loges. The Spring Break. The meeting with Iroha Isshiki and her fondness for Lyon. The future boy wonder from Manchester United, Alex Hunter. The walks in the Saint-Germain-en-Laye forest. And many other adventures that happened during her time. The pictures all came to mind.

But there was one more event, and perhaps one more battle, for the two girls to engage in as ISIS's underground army in Saint-Denis began the final preparations prior to deploying the Neuroi to the Stade de France in the middle of the first iftar of Ramadan, AH 1438. The rest of the Witches were on their way to Velizy-Villacoublay, located not too far from Saint-Germain-en-Laye, to go over plans for the operation behind closed doors. It was 9 a.m. Central European Time.

The Witches were scheduled to be deployed at about 7 p.m. local time and would have enough striker unit power to last until 6 a.m. in the morning. Two Witches would be assigned a corner of the stadium to hove over and be on the watch for Neuroi movement approaching the venue. Sanya and Eila were stationed on the Henri Delaunay end, hovering over a practice athletics complex. The Karibuchi sisters were stationed on the Jules Rimet end, hovering over the Cinema Gaumont Saint-Denis. Naoe and Nikka were stationed on the Mail des Aigulles end, howevering over traffic on the A86. And on the Mail de Ellipse end, Yoshika and Tomoko were stationed, floating over the Autoroute du Nord, the A1.

Gundula, Edytha, Waltrud and Sasha were assigned to float over the department Seine-Saint-Denis to detect movement of the Neuroi. As the commander, Gundula would then mobilize the others to sortie with the Neuroi bots and engage in a firefight. Any attack that actually hit the Stade would see Georgette and Sadako escorted immediately to the Parc des Princes ASAP...as their striker units were inside the designated change rooms of Paris Saint-Germain in a secret location under wraps, and they would take off from the pitch itself.

As for Paris themselves, Angel Di Maria and Javier Pastore had their homes searches for possible tax evasion and were cooperating with the authorities per Unai, whose match with Angers would all but be the last game he would ever manage at PSG due to the incoming new sporting director, Antero Henrique of Portugal, formerly of FC Porto, coming in to clean house and restore order in French club football. Police also entered the head offices of the club to check for any instances of tax fraud, out of the sight of Georgette and Sadako.

Antero was coveted by the Chelsea Football Club of Hammersmith and Fulham, London, years ago but was unwilling to join the Blues. Michael Emenalo filled in those shoes instead and the current-to-date Premier League champions doubled down on scouting. The end result for the boys from the Bridge—Stamford Bridge, that is, their ground since 1905—was a glorious return to relevancy and the UEFA Champions League. Maxwell Scherrer's body of work with the club had made him a legend and he would be offered a staff role to potentially begin his career as an administrator.

Monaco were also seeing the pieces from their Ligue 1 start to depart, with Bernardo Silva signing with Manchester City for a record 60 million pounds. Benjamin Mendy would also follow suit after joining on a 50 million euro transfer. In other news, the PSG women's team drew with already-relegated Bordeaux 2-2 as an unconvincing warmup to their Women's Champions League Final.

The girls had already left the base at Villacoubly and flew to their posts, armed with their designated rifles, hovering over the partially-open white dome of the stadium. Each of the Witches was given a backpack filled with rations in which to eat during the halftime break, should there not be any enemy activity.

"This stadium is so beautiful, onee-chan," said Hikari. "Look at the flags on the field."

"I can't see much due to the enclosure but it looks quite nice," said Takami.

"I don't know what song they are playing but I seem to warm up to it," said Tomoko. "Very relevant to my interests."

"You like the music and style of this period, Tomoko-chan?" asked Yoshika.

"There is a safe, pleasant feel to it. It's something I can be secure in. It's energizing, too. The brass and the percussion."

"Ah, there seems to be a camera from the helicopter," said Eila to Sanya.

"Oh?"

"Wave to them." The witches at the stadium all did, and the man doing the camerawork waved back. "He sees us." The tifosi from the Parisian supporters read "11." As in, "We want the 11th trophy." Gab was in the stadium and with a meow, on cue, emerging from the smoke was the trophy. The fireworks showered in the air as the band got ready to play "La Marsillaise."

"Allons enfants de la Patrie

Le jour de gloire est arrivé!

Contre nous de la tyrannie

L'étendard sanglant est levé

L'étendard sanglant est levé

Entendez-vous dans les campagnes

Mugir ces féroces soldats?

Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras

Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes!

Aux armes, citoyens

Formez vos bataillons

Marchons, marchons!

Qu'un sang impur

Abreuve nos sillons!"

Emmanuel then went to shake hands with the players and referees. "This seems to be taking the longest time," said Nao. "Hey, Monsieur President, hurry up already!" she called.

"He can't hear you," Nikka said.

"..."

Eventually, the handshakes had finished and both teams and all in the stadium offered a moment of silence for those who perished in Manchester. The Witches all bowed their heads. Georgette was on her knees, perhaps also sensing the base underneath the Saint-Denis Basilica starting the final countdown.

The whistle blew, and the match began. Vincent Letellier was the best player on ground in this match, as his flurry of shot stops and collections put the Angevins, the Scoistes, within touching distance. As for Paris Saint-Germain, they had an off night. Wide right on wide shot, wide left on another, a few over the bar, a missed cross here, a missed pass there, and irresponsible touch and control everywhere. The first half passed with no score, and the second half seemed to show more of the same.

"What are we going to do?" asked Sadako as the deadlocked match reached second half stoppage time, and there was a corner on the right side for Angel Di Maria, one of a number of players having a rough night, conceded by Romain Thomas.

"Watch this," Georgette said. Di Maria delivered the ball, which was supposed to reach Blaise Matuidi. Instead Issa Cissokho got in the way to try to clear and scored an own goal.

"Sadako! Georgette!" said Gundula on the radio. "We detect Neuroi movement at the basilica. Head to the Parc des Princes right now and get ready to move out!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Georgette said. She turned to Sadako. "Sada."

"Jose?"

"It's time."

"Yeah..." She turned to Mr. Benoit. "Sir, we must leave."

"Hmmmm?" he asked. "Why? Don't you have to...?" Sadako winked. "My mistake, you're excused. Good luck." With that, Sadako and Georgette quickly ran to the shuttle waiting at the Avenue Jules Rimet.

Mr. Sami was waiting for them. "Parc des Princes."

They pointed. "Step on it," they both said in unison.

He revved up the engines and the shuttle raced to the Parc. They got there in five minutes. "Good luck," he said.

Georgette winked and blew and kiss as the two of them ran through the concourse and on to the pitch, where their striker units and arms were waiting. "There they are," Georgette said. She and Sadako took off their shorts and stockings and shoes and got into their units, their animals ears and tails popping out. "Ready?"

"Mmm-hmmm." They both shared a kiss before taking off from the Parc des Princes pitch and flying towards the other Witches, who were battling a convoy of Neuroi outside the Stade.

Waltrud had flown over to the Basilica, where there was a police presence. Out of sight, she did the dab. The entrance appeared, and a member of the Gendarmerie opened the door and an army of police infiltrated the hideout, wiping out all of the members in sight who were engaging in a firefight that they lost decisively. But the Neuroi were still there, and the Witches were down to battling one final bot as the others were eliminated. She was proving difficult to take down and was flying towards the stadium.

"Dammit, I can't get to this bitch!" roared Nao, swinging and missing. "Fuck!"

"Sorry we are late," said Georgette, Sadako trailing behind.

"You made it in time, we got the other ones down, but this one is proving to be difficult."

"Wait a minute," said Edytha. The Neuroi was aiming at the President, shaking hands with the Paris players. "That Neuroi...is about to attack the president!"

"!" Georgette flew over to the Neuroi.

"Hey, Jose what are you doing; that's dangerous!" exclaimed Hikari. She was about to fly over there but Sadako held her back. She knew what Jose was going to do.

As the Neuroi, who looked like Jose in terms of appearance, was about to prepare to fire, Jose flew in front of her, arms outstretched. The crowd below stopped what they were doing and looked up. The Neuroi couldn't fire. She froze still. "Please...save...me..." she said.

Georgette went to the Neuroi, and instead of attacking the exposed core...she kissed it while embracing it.

"Jose, you're gonna be killed, are you crazy!? No way, Jose!" cried Hikari. A white light enveloped them all as Hikari screamed. "JOSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

END CHAPTER 31

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Revons Plus Grand, Chapter 30

Revons Plus Grand:

Chapter 30:

There's Only One Team In Paris

There she was, standing there, her anger starting to precipitate. There was sweat all over her body and she was heaving, trying in vain to contain her rage, only to fail so hard aat doing it, she needed to expel it so that it no longer took its toll on her body, heart, mind and soul. She had one life to live. She had a lot of love to give. But none of that mattered. She. Was. Mad. And she had the fury of a billion suns in her right fist ready to fire...now.

"Grrr!" A loud thud.

Naoe Kanno punched the wall, leaving a slight dent in the weight room of the Brave Witches at the Petersburg base, to go with some fallen shards of granite that crumbled helplessly to the dust-littered floor. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it all to hell! Hyaaaargh!" A few more punches until her knuckles bled slightly, forcing her to put on some tape and take a seat on one of the benches, huffing and puffing in her training vest and shorts. "If only Jose was here to fix me up...fuck my life..."

"Uh, I'm still here," Yoshika Miyafuji said, coming in and treating Nao's wounds. "What's wrong? You've been taking out your frustrations on something?"

"Yeah, but if I told you, you wouldn't believe me. You sure want me to tell you?"

"Go ahead, I won't judge you."

"I hate this place. Let's take a walk." She put on her shirt and the two of them took a walk outside, leaving the base and walking onto the busy thoroughfares of the town. "Ever heard of Red Star FC?"

"No, I haven't."

"Well, they are this footbsll club from Paris that very few people over there heard of or even care over there. As it stands, the second division in Gallia, or rather, France, is down to the final match day and it will take place on Friday, which is a few days from now." It was Wednesday.

"Okay, and?"

"Look at this." She produced a visual. "This is where they stand. 19th. Even if they win, they could still be relegated if Orleans also win. There are two other teams baased in Paris: Paris FC and US Creteil. Both will be remain in the third division, the Championnat National, next year."

"So this means?"

"Red Star are going to probably be relegated to the third division and my vision of this club being an option to the petrodollar-rich Qatar Saint-Germain will be ruined forever! This is not acceptable!"

"But don't you think heading down there is not only a violation of the plan set by the Commander Rall, but really not worth it to begin with? She doesn't want you to head there now because the operation isn't until the 27th."

"I don't care! I want Red Star's players to know that they aren't fit to play the game anymore and they should find actual work instead so that they don't head out on to the streets. This team can't be saved if they can't save themselves!"

Yoshika placed her hands on Nao. "Kanno."

"!"

"Please, calm down, it's okay."

"...!" Nao took off, running in a blaze of fury, wanting to run away from herself, in shock at how her team had chosen to play so poorly that it would be all but certain that only one team would matter in the city, and that was Paris Saint-Germain. The well-endowed club supported by the well-endowed girls of the Brave Witches who were over in Paris right now. It was too much to bear that she ran all the way to the base before tripping and falling on top of Nikka Edvardine Katajainen.

"Owwww, Nao, what are you doing?" asked Nikka.

"What's it to you Nipa? It's just..." A sniffle. "I was only exercising, that's all."

"No, I see tears coming out." They both got up. "What's wrong?"

"Red Star...Red Star, my club, are about to be relegated. I hate this so much, I need to let them know that this they are trash and should go find actual work because they are fucking failures!"

"That's not going to help matters, Nao. It's not like they aren't trying to actually PLAY football, you know..."

"So what? I don't give a fuck about that shit! Look, I don't want to support the petrodollar pedo cheats from Qatar Saint-Germain! I want to support actual, honest clubs from the capital! Red Star are supposed to have an attitude that will help them be succesful as an organization and their fans are very vocal as well."

"But don't you think you're going to make the situation bad by choosing to go after the players?"

"I would imagine the fans are turning on their own players, too, but if they want to mess with me I say bring it on!"

"Ugh...Nao, you gotta think this over. You may be blowing our cover by choosing to dive in like a hooligan, I think that's what it's called. Something like that, you know? You really shouldn't do that or you never know; we may never see you again."

Nao chose to take a deep breath and finally allow herself to calm down as the two of them took a seat at the dinner table in the hall to talk this over. The projection screen showed different tables of different leagues all over Europe, as well as ongoing betting odds of different matches on order. "I am torn. I don't want to disobey the Commander and do seiza again, but I want to take my anger out on Red Star's shitty failure players so I will have nothing to do with their shittyness anymore..."

"Doing something foolish could put your life in danger and it's going to expose us," said Gundula Rall, walking in.

"! C-C-C-C...Commander Rall!" exclaimed Nao. "Please forgive my choice for considering heading out on my free will! It was out of the blue!"

"At ease, Kanno, you won't do seiza. However, I strongly advise you to let the situation regarding your club go as there really isn't anything you can do right now to help them, if any."

"Commander?"

"Nao. There are other teams you can follow, like Lens or even Amiens, which Nipa likes," said Aleksandra Pokryshkin, walking in.

"Awww, you didn't have to let her know," giggled an embarrassed Nikka. "They are in a race for the Ligue 2 title, though, with a few other teams..."

"But the fact that you really care about Red Star being competitive is good and with the other Paris-based club expected to remain in the third division, there will be some exciting derbies," Gundula told Naoe. "The turnouts won't be high, but at least it shows that derby football in the main city is not necessarily dead yet."

Naoe hung her head in consignment. Her stomach growled. "Um..."

"Here, have a plate of this." Steak au poivre with pommes frites and a tall glass of grape juice. Courtesy of Yoshika and Sanya V. Litvyak.

"Thanks, Sanya," said Naoe. "Wait, Sanya, you were in the kitchen!?"

"Yeah, I was helping Yoshika with cooking lunch." In the distance, Yoshika was in the kitchen, waving.

"She moves quickly," Naoe thought.

"It's all right, it's all right, all right, she moves in mysterious ways," said Waltrud Krupinski, singing.

"What are you singing?" she deadpanned.

"A Hibernian love song from the other side. It's got a nice refreshing backbeat to it."

"Love song, huh? What, you are trying to make a pass at Juutilainen again, you Fake Countess?"

"Hmmmmm, you seen to be very prescient. I try to make a pass at Eila but she is very resilient because she is bonded to Sanya. Ah, such is my luck and such is my life."

"You are such a pain in the ass, you know that?" Gundula and Sasha laid glaring looks at Naoe. "S...Sorry..."

"Such smart with your smart words, I like that from you." She extended a closed fist. Nao nodded, and two exchanged a fist bump. "Behold, a handshake style from the other side, a fist bump, popular among youngsters, sports athletics, sports fans, a casual salute of acknowledgement dripping with the power of team spirit, peace and respect!"

"Wow..." said the others, appplauding as Nao went back to enjoying her steak.

"Mmmm, this is really good," said Naoe. "The sauce is very rich, the steak is crispy on the outside but moist and tender on the inside, and the pommes frites are light and crispy. Just the way I like it!" A sip. "And the juice...so refreshing!"

"Freshly squeezed and pasteurized," said Sanya. "Good quality, you think?"

"It's good! I love it. Nice work."

"Enjoy. I will go ahead and serve the others. Be right back."

"Anyway," said Waltrud, taking a seat, "Bayern has the league title wrapped up, while I got Dortmund winning the Pokal."

"Taking Dortmund as well," Edytha Rossman said, walking in.

"Ah, Edytha! Have a seat, Sanya and Yoshika are serving lunch." Plates of steak au poire, pommes frites, salad, bread rolls, butter and carafes of grape juice with tall tumblers were wheeled in by Sanya and Yoshika.

"So what are you guys talking about in between drill and strategy sessions and such?"

"We have been talking Kanno out of abandoning our plan to arrive in the timeline of the others until the 27th and so far she seems to be receptive of the idea but her appetite of being satiated takes higher priority."

"I am a big eater you know, it's just that it chose to show up while my team is about to be relegated! The fuck you want me to do, huh!?" Nao complained, sauce on her cheek, forcing Nikka to wipe her face with her napkin. "Oh, thank you." A nod.

"Who's her team?" Edytha asked Gundula.

"Red Star FC of Paris."

"Not the one in Belgrade?"

"That's Crvena Zvezda, and yes, not that team. The talent on that side is much better, I would imagine," said Sasha. "That Red Star is a Serbian side."

"But what's up with this Red Star?" asked Edytha.

"They are on the verge of being relegated," said the Commander, "and it has affected Kanno's state of mind since she envisioned them to be a competitive alternative to Paris Saint-Germain. Well, allegedly and apparently, she got that all horribly wrong."

"And we reminded her that going out there for a selfish desire to put an uncompetitive team's players in their place is against the rules established in regards to the operation," Sasha added. "And there could be harsh penalties in place as a result."

"Duly noted, danke," Edytha replied.

"Speaking of the operation," said the Countess, "Check this out." A visual on the projection. "See this? This is just a regular church in the ISIS stronghold of Saint-Denis. But look at that massive rock that appears and reappears. Watch." A regular man in a sweather, jeans and boots with a mask did an strange pose with his arms and the rock reappeared. On it was a door that the man used to get in. Then the rock disappeared.

"Oh?"

"That rock appears and reappears when a man alignd with the Islamic State does a pose with his arms. They call this pose the 'dab.' Watch again." Another man walked to the site, did the dab, and the massive boulder appeared with the door in front. He went in, and it disappeared. "It's a hilarious pose made popular by a black Liberion man named Cameron Newton. Let me show you." Waltrud did the dab, and the rock appeared. "Just like that, the rock appears. Wait a minute, did that just...THE ROCK APPEARED!?"

The X-11 and Gab opened the door and got inside before it disappeared. In the background, an extended version of "Tusk" by Fleetwood Mac played inside the chamber. "We just got inside the stronghold of the Islamic State sympathizers," said Commander Rall. "Flying Officer Krupinski, you've done it. Well done."

She bowed. "Danke and cheers."

As the soaring brass blared, the camera on Gab saw a long stairway leading to a large, expansive basement, the bassline presenting a base full of Neurois being designed by males dressed in contemporary gear, some dressed in the gear of the Islamic State, the banner of the organnization hung from the rafters.

A projection screen behind the Neuroi blared propaganda, the scenes of executions of innocent prisoners in orange jumpsuits, their blood splattering all over the floor in cinematic, if amateur fashion, the aura of death to the West pervading as the base continued its plans for that day in May. They were juxtaposed by scenes of convoys of ISIS-owned vehicles rolling through Iraqi villages, the militants flashing victory symbols. Gab and the X-11 were invisible, so no one in the base could see them spying.

"Goodness me..." Edytha gasped.

Naoe finished eating and drinking. "What's going on?" She looked at the scenes before pounding the table in frustration. "God damnit..."

"Just as advertised," Gundula said with a sigh. "Our enemy is a strong one." The cat tracker and the X-11 took notes of the different shapes of Neuroi that were being designed, the people that were designingn them, and some people choosing to read from the Qur'an when they had nothing else to do. "A very strong one. Now I know the heavy burden the West has to face in their battle against terror."

"A new report has just come in," Waltrud said. "Apparently, there is a son of Osama bin Laden that is trying to spark a comeback of al-Qaeda, who were put on the back burner due to the rise of the Islamic State, by issuing a fatwa." The scenes of construction and testing were placed side by side with a video of Osama's song issuing a fatwa declaring the usual damnation message to the west and America. "Goodness me, he is very young!"

"He is making a very risky decision to do this, even idiotic at that, and with Donald Trump as the president of Liberion, I am not sure this is a good idea to come out in the open to begin with because with the Islamic State all the rage, I don't think most people will take him seriously," said Gundula.

"But he is a son of Osama bin Laden, so there's that to consider," replied Edytha before taking a sip of the grape juice.

"In any case," said the Commander as the speech concluded and the scenes went back to the camera panning across the floor of the workers designing the Neuroi, "this battle might have a twist to it...always be watchful as we prepare for matters on our end."

"To think that a gesture made popular in sports could be appropriate to a taste of the Axis of Evil and the Neuroi," said Sasha, eating her steak while having a forkful of button mushrooms. "What a world we live in."

"Nyaaaaaow!" Gab returned from her trip to the Islamic State base in one piece, arriving at the apartment in Boulogne-Billancourt.

"Hey, Gab, over here kitty!" Georgette Lemare said, waving to the cat tracker, who leapt into her arms. She giggled as she picked her up, ticking her chin. "How are you, you sweet thing?"

"Nyaow...Master, I have returrned from the scouting mission."

"What you've been scouting on eh?" Sadako Shimohara asked as she opened the door to allow the two of them to get inside and change into lighter, more comefortble clothes.

"Nyao, allow me to show you nyaoow." Gab showed a video of Islamic State sympathizers do the dab, causing the door to the secret passageway to the base to enter, followed by actual footage of the inner workings of the undergroond compound.

"Dear me, what is this!?" exclaimed Georgette, dressed in just a camisole and white tanga with no bra.

"We have just seen a taste of the Islamic State's usual operations without the video cutting off or anything getting caught or our sweet Gabinha morenita getting killed dead set!" said Sadako, hands on her blushing cheeks.

"This is surreal stuff that...it makes me understand just why we are here. Now the truth is out in front of is. They must be stopped."

"What's going on?" asked Hikari Karibuchi, walking into their room with her big sister Takami.

"Take a look at this." said Sadako.

"What is it?" asked Takami. The Karibuchi sisters saw stock footage of the inner working of the underground compound, located underneath an unassuming church, the cruelest of iromnies. "No way..."

"Onee-chan, it's the enemy's hideout!" exclaimed Hikari. "And it's a very big one at that!"

"If they want to attack, they have to be clever but it seems they are not clever enough," Takami said. Part of the footage reveale how the Neuroi will attack the Stade de Frnce. "They will be attacking the end that has PSG's fans with the intention of wiping them out in one piece. They will do this from six angles, spread 50 meters apart, since they happen to have six of these things. After that, they will combine to for one large mass that will float across the arrodissements and leave total destruction in its wake before going after the residence of the President, Mr. Macron."

"Wow..." Georgette exclaimed. "Grrr...!" Her fists were clenched as her anger rose.

"If this threat does not get stopped before it starts, it could clone itself and attack the different major cities: Lyon, Marseille, Nice, Toulouse, Bordeaux, Lille, Montpellier, and even Monaco, even though they are their own country. This is according to the visual and the stages of attack."

"And the current military can't stop this?"

"This is going to require the others to come in and we need to be in our units to get going."

"So all of us get to be together!" Sadako exclaimed. "I'm excited for this."

"But you still have to take care of your work obligations to the club, too," Hikari reminded them.

"Oh, yeah. The season finale against Jose's home team, Caen."

"I am indifferent to Caen staying since they haven't proven to be very good," Georgette noted. "If they end up relegated after Paris do the work, I won't shed a team for them. It's what they get for not being good enough."

"Ah, so I decided, I will get dinner set up for you guys since you all are here," said Sadako, dressed in a sweater over sports top and flannel pants.

"Give us something substantial, all we have are some chocolate from our place," said Hikari as the four of them set up the table. Sadako went to the refrigerator and produced a prepared cheese board, some crackers, other various amuse-bouches, and a platter of prepared sliced wraps of chicken, greens and alive oil. "Oh yes, this is it!"

"That should hold you guys while I get the entree set up."

"Let me help you, since I will not let you do it alone," Georgette said. The two of them prepared, for the first time, a foie gras terrine juxtaposed with poached salmon meuniere. Finally, for Gab, Jose prepared the usual bluefin, dormouse and sweet cream bowls.

"The usuals for our tracker, eh?"

"She has a taste for these things now, Sada," Georgette whispered, one eye closed and a finger to her lips, before singing her club's anthem. "PSG, tenons nous unis, PSG, ici c'est Paris..."

"I don't think Jose ever wants to leave this timeline," Hikari told Sadako. "She wishes she could be in this one instead."

Georgette continued to sing, "Allez Paris Saint-Germain, gagner Paris Saint-Germain, allez Paris Saint-Germain, gagner Paris Saint-Germain..."

"I like that smile from Jose," Takami said to her younger sister. "She likes working for her team. Even though when we all head home, Stade Saint-Germainois will be her club."

"Not even a comeback from Barcelona could stop her love for this club," Sadako declared. "I share her feelings. Paris, Sadako, Georgette...parfait! #AllezPSG!"

"There you go," Hikari said. "And I think with Red Star FC probably going down when all is said and done, I can conclude that there really is only team in Paris. At least, one playing in the top flight, that is."

"One team in Paris, there's only one team in Paris," sang Takami. "One team in Paris, there's only one team in Paris..." The others had a laugh. "What? I am not wrong, you know?"

"To an extent, onee-chan, to an extent." Takami had to pout.

"Touche..."

Minutes later... "Dinner is ready," said Georgette as they presented the dishes and plates. "Enough to go around so help yourselves!"

"Jose, Sadako, thanks for the meal," said Hikari, digging right in. "Mmmm!" Sadako and Georgette bowed in unison before putting their aprons away to have some of their creations themselves. Gab quietly feasted on more dormice.

"The salmon melts in my mouth," Takami. "Delightful when I add a dash of lemon. And the foie gras is heavenly. First time I actually had something like this."

"I like it too, even though I don't really eat goose liver that often if ever due to welfare issues, but this one is humanely raised so it's absolutely fine by me," said Georgette, having a forkful of the foie gras while tucking into a baguette with sweet cream butter, triggering a giggle of contentment.

"France, or rather, Gallia, is the center of the gastronomic universe," Sadako said. "Then and now, the best food in the world will always taste like heave because Gallians believe in fine taste, fine culture, good sex and security!"

Georgette's giggle was now that of awkward embarassment. "Such bold rhetoric coming from you, Sada."

"I am not wrong, am I? With this timeline, this nation needs better securrity, and it is a nation that believes in the power of love. And the food and culture is always in a class of its own."

"D'accord, Sada."

"I still can't wrap my head around a simple celebration maneuver being appropriated to open a door to the inner workings of evil," Hikari mused inquisitively, working on her plate and getting a few more pieces from what was left of the cheese board before Georgette chose to get the rest of the hors d'oevres and entrees due to her gormandizing gluttony taking precedence. "It's something you see out of a cookie-cutter comedy."

"It really is an unconventional method, but if no one other than ourselves is witnesssing it and it's in a church that very few parishioners go to, you might as well try something like that as a secret password," her big sister said.

Sadako turned on the television. "Oh, I forgot, Monaco and Saint-Etienne are kicking off." Both teams were walking on to the pitch, the flags of the Monegasques in the air, the crowd filled to capacity at the principality's national stadium. The four girls watched the proceedings unfold as Jose handed the others bottles of a native soft drink.

"What's this?" asked Hikari.

"It's called Breizh Cola, a well known domestic brand," said Georgette, cracking open a bottle and having a chug. "Mmmmm, such effervescent flavor. Nothing like this on the other side."

Sadako then went to the freezer and got out prepared bowls of vanilla ice cream on a tray which she added bowl of warm chocolate sauce, a canister whipped cream, a bowl of crushed hazelnuts and a bowl of cherries. "Make your own dames blanches, folks."

"Wow, amazing!" exclaimed Hikari. "I always wanted to do something like this!" Hikari poured some of the sauch on her bowl of ice cream, sprayed on some whipped cream, added hazelnuts and the cherry. "I think Flight Lieutenant Yeager calls this a hot fudge sundae! So beautiful!"

The others followed suit after finishing their drinks. "Carbonated soft drinks...a non-alcoholic palate cleanser for dessert," Takami mused. "I will note that from now on, Hikari."

"Copy, over!" 19th minute came. Kylian Mbappe with speed and shifty incision, faked the goalkeeper and slotted in home. Like shelling peas. 1-0.

"Ridiculously easy," Georgette said with a sigh. "I can only hope Saint-Etienne can rebound from this when they are away to AS Nancy Lorraine."

"Yeah, cause as we all know, Nancy need to win or they are getting relegated," said Sadako.

"Even if they win, they can still get relegated, too. What a horrible season they have had." Time passed. Minutes passed. Ages passed. The cows passed by to come home. Those cheeky, cheeky broads! Such were they. And still no further goals. Until Valerie Germain coasted home through in the fourth minute of second half stoppage time with the last kick of the game. "I think the referee decided to let them score late. That was deliberate, allowing that additional time. I would have been fine with 1-0 but the referee allowed it for the fans."

"At least Monaco won't need to bring their strongest side for Week 38 but our guys won't do that because the attention will now be on them. We're Paris. The spotlight is built for us because we remain the best-performing Ligue 1 team actually based in France. And we have a trophy to defend. The coach might still get sacked if they successfully do it, but we have a trophy to defend."

"To believe is to achieve. To dare is to do. Allez le PSG, allez en rouge et bleu."

She got a good laught out of that, Sadako did. "D'accord." The girls finished their dinner and dessert and shared duties washing. "My personal train of thought suggests this is just Monaco borrowing the trophy for now. It's okay. A cup double is fine by us. Another season, and Paris would have done enough to win the league."

"What's done is done."

One day at training, Georgette saw a young boy watching the team practice and go through drills. "Hey kid!" she said in fluent Portuguese.

"Hello," said the boy, coming over.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Davi. I am from Fortaleza, Brazil." Amazonas, as the people on the other side referred it as.

"Hello there. My name is Georgette, and I am one of the two chefs for the club that also takes care of the facility here. This is my partner, Sadako."

"Hello," Sadako said in Portuguese. "I am Sadako, I am from Japan working on a visa here. We prepare the meals for the players after training and also clean up the place after they leave. We're contracted to them until the end of the month."

"Whoa," said Davi. "Is that a lot of work?"

"We get paid good money for it and these players are professionals who worked real hard to play for this team," said Jose. "You can all me Jose."

"Sure thing, Miss Jose and Miss Sadako," said the boy.

"Let's take a walk around." So the three of them walked around the facility and the forest, letting the players train. "How are you enjoying Paris? Nice city, huh?"

"It's big. Lots of old buildings and the players are so tall. I'm still unhappy that they didn't get the job done against Barcelona. I hate that team so much."

"Well, to be fair, Davi, the boys didn't have a good season. They also lost the league last night, so there's that. But we're not as bad as you think," Sadako said.

"Really?"

"We're actually quite young. We were established in the 1970's as a merged club, but our predecessor dates back to the turn of the last century so we have sort of a history."

"Wow..."

"If we were truly as bad you thought we were, we would be Red Star, a team that plays next door from PSG's stadium at the Stade Jean Bouin of will will be relegated tomorrow. They used to be the top ticket decades ago. Now, it's us. We have never been relegated to Ligue 2 since 1974."

"And on top of that we have more trophies than any other club in France," said Jose. "We've won every domestic trophy we can win. Ligue 2, Ligue 1, Coupe de La Ligue, Trophee des Champions, and the one the boys are preparing for, the Coupe de France."

"Coupe de France? Is that the domestic cup, like the FA Cup or something?"

"Exactly." They were in room that featured the actual Coupe de France. "This is the trophy we are going to try to defend on the 27th. The Coupe Charles Simon, better known as the Coupe de France. We are like Arsenal in England or Barcelona in Spain in that we've won more domestic cups that any other team in the country."

"Actually, Jose, we are tied with Marseille, but if we beat Angers on the 27th, we will pass them," Sadako clarified. "That's called, in Spanish, an Undecima, Davi."

"That's cool!" Davi exclaimed, jumping up and down.

"Take a look at this other one," she said, pointing to the orange trophy that looked like an esoteric new age antique. "The Coupe de La Ligue, the French League Cup. We are the most successful club in this competition, too."

"This looks so cute," said Davi. "So orangey and stuff."

"We beat Monaco 4-1 to win this," said Georgette. "And we also beat Monaco 5-0 in the Coupe de France semifinals to make it to the final because Monaco decided to not care about the 100th edition of the tournament."

"100 years?"

"This is the 100th anniversary of the Coupe de France, yep."

"Whoa. Holy shit, that's so awesome."

"We didn't go winless against the current league champions. We have one loss, one draw and two wins. So we actually did okay," Sadako said.

"Ohhhh man..."

"And we defeated our last two opponents 5-0. One of them, Bastia, is about to be relegated on Friday because they are facing Marseille. And our women's team did avenge the loss by the men to Barcelona by beating their women's team in the semifinals of the Women's Champions League."

Davi was in stitches. "You know what, Miss Jose, Miss Sadako?"

"Yes?" asked Georgette.

"I was wrong. You guys are good after all."

Georgette squatted down and patted Davi's head. "We'll be all right. Sometimes we have off days, but they are few and far between between usually, we get things done. We just need to change some players, maybe change the coaching staff, stuff like that. Good teams adjust. That's sports. Remember, we're a very rich club, and the richest in the country, which is why Mr. Nasser chose to foot the bill to fly you here so that you can see that we're not as bad as you think."

"You know, Davi?" asked Sadako as the three of them continued.

"What?" he replied.

"You heard of this team called AS Nancy Lorraine?"

"Nan-say?"

"Yeah."

"Who are they?"

The two girls had a laugh. "They won the second division last year. But they are actually in last place in the league this year heading into Saturday. League champions last year, possible relegation this weekend."

"Whoooooaaa! You mean to tell me that's possible? What happened to them?" Davi asked. "That's crazy!"

"Well, that's possible to be on cloud nine one year, then in the pits of hell the next. If you can't adapt and you can't make the most of your talent, you're not going to be able to dance with the best teams in the country. They're not as rich as we are. We won four straight Ligue 1 titles before Monaco went on their run. So we are better than every other club in France, so that's gotta count for something."

"We have a women's team, a handball team, and teams that play FIFA 17 and League of Legends," said Georgette. "They're all going to be playing for big prizes in the coming days so we're gonna be busy. The more titles we garner up, the bigger our brand is. We are an international brands with fans from all over the world, including Brazil, the home of Lucas, Maxwell, Marquinhos, Thiago Silva..."

"Paris Saint-Germain is a sports brand that is built to be an extension of the city and its legacy as one of the best cities in the world," said Sadako. "That's why our slogan is Revons Plus Grand. Dream Bigger. The power to dream big in Paris will make you successful for years to come. So don't let go of your dreams to be great years from now. You never know if you get to be playing for PSG at Le Parc. Don't give up, Davi, because we sure won't. Promise?"

"I promise, Miss Sadako, Miss Georgette." Hugs all around.

"I'm glad we met you. Jose, is it okay if we do this?"

"Ah, why not. Ready, one, two..."

"THREE!" they both said. And they animal ears and tails popped out.

"OH MY GOD!" exclaimed Davi, covering his mouth in surprise. "Wow! I am not dreaming! You grew cat and bunny ears and tails. How did you do that!?"

"We're Witches, and we come from a different time period to experience life in this era," said Georgette.

"Man, is it okay if I selfie with you two?"

"Sure." Davi whipped out his cam and took some selfies.

"Damn! How did you do that? Please tell me?"

"If we did, you wouldn't believe us, so we're just gonna make it a secret, okay?" said Jose, winking playfully with a giggle.

"Let me put the pieces together, uh, Paris...Sadako...Georgette...PSG! Oh shit, it all makes sense now! Man, I am so glad PSG is my team. Paris Saint-Germain...Paris, Sadako and Georgette! Allez PSG! Ici C'est Paris! Paris Est Magique!" exclaimed an ecstatic Davi, punching the air in celebration and doing the Cavani Matador rifle post.

"Feel better now, Davi?" Sadako said with a playful tone and a wink.

"You bet! I forgive you guys now. You guys are the best after all! I love you all!"

"And with that, let's head back so we gave give you what the players eat. It's really healthy, all natural, you'll love it. Plus we made it ourselves, and since we love to cook, you won't be disappointed."

Davi's stomach growled. "My appetite is big too. Can't wait. Is it okay if I make you my adopted older sisters? Because you kinda remind me of my big sister over in Brazil. She takes care of me with cooking and cleaning but wants me to do chores as well instead of playing on my PS4 and doing nothing."

"Well, in order to dream big, you gotta do big things for your family. But here with this club, you will always be family to us. That's the PSG way. Don't be lazy. Work hard and you will be successful and eat really good food like here in France. And always be nice be nice your parents. Dedicate your life to them. I want you to return here when you are grown up, and train with this club so that you can make a name for yourself here. Okay?" said Jose.

"Oui! Yes, ma'am!" The three of them returned to the Ooredoo Training Centre to have a well-deserved lunch with Davi's parents. There, the two girls introduced themselves to them and talked about the upcoming contest with Caen, the transfer talk, the careers of the players, and so on.

As it turned out, PSG's women put on a much better performance in the Coupe de France Feminine final against Olympique Lyonnais. They still lost on penalties. There were two matches remaining: the regular season final with Bordeaux and the UEFA Women's Champions League final with Lyon.

As for Red Star, they were relegated with a 1-0 loss away to Auxerre. Strasbourg won out over Bourg-en-Bressed 2-1 to win Ligue 2, while Amiens also defeated Reims 2-1 on a late show late mail goal from Emmanuel Bourgaud in the sixth minute of second half stoppage time. ESTAC Troyes came from behind to defeat Sochaux-Montbeliard and advance to the playoff. Stade Brestois 29 and Racing Club de Lens also won but would have to settle for returning to the second division next year.

"Well, it looks like my team is going through," said Nikka, sipping some team the next day.

"I knew it," said Naoe. "Well, looks like I won't be following Gallian club football for a while. One club in Paris, even though their women are horrible against the only club that matters in France, Lyon...and why do you have good luck all of a sudden? Your luck is supposed to be horrible!"

"Maybe the gods were tired of me getting reamed and so they decided to give me a breather," said Nipa, shrugging Gallic-style. "I don't know..."

Paris Saint-Germain's men, meanwhile, headed into the final week of play with the wind knocked out of them by a certain Ronny Rodelin. His goal in the first minute of second half stoppage time was enough to salvage a 1-1 draw and keep Caen in the first division for another year.

"Hey, Davi," said Georgette as she headed to where the boy and his parents were seated. "I want to give you something before you head back, since we didn't win and we gave up another goal in stoppage time."

"What's this?" asked the kid.

"It's a charm in the shape of a persian cat. If you need to be motivated, wear this under your clothes and rub it for good luck. Also, it will never be too big for you as it gets bigger as you do."

"So this had magic powers?" asked Davi.

"Yep. Motivate yourself to take care of your parents like they are taking care of you. When you come back here, I want you to be motivated to train like the guys on the pitch for Paris so you can appreciate the work they do for everyone here. Work hard and keep the happiness of your family and your community in mind, okay?"

"Got it, Miss Jose."

"Good luck to you and have a safe trip home."

"Obrigado! Merci, adieu, bye bye!" said Davi as he waved to Jose and Sadako, who waved back as the kid left the Parc des Princes with his parents for the last time.

Sadako looked at Georgette and there was a worried look in her eyes. "You seem like you planned for this draw to happen, since Caen are from your part of the country. Did you?"

Georgette turned around and simply smiled as a Phil Collins track played in the background. "Who said I would?" AS Nancy Lorraine and SC Bastia were relegated, while Lorient would be placed in the playoff. Dijon was also safe.

END CHAPTER 30

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Revons Plus Grand, Chapter 20

Revons Plus Grand

Chapter 20:

Move!

Hikari Karibuchi loved running. And on days where she didn't need to mind anything happening to Georgette Lemare and Sadako Shimohara, all she did was run, run and run some more. Every morning, she took the same route, going through all 20 arrondissements of Paris, passing through old buildings, bridges passing over the Seine, called Sequana in Latin, crossing churches, temples, cafes, restaurants, parks, and casual passers-by walking or driving to work.

All in all, her daily run lasted four hours before she returned home for lunch, served by her big sister and partner, Takami. Afternoons and evenings would be spent doing photography followed by attending either a sports event or a concert or function open to the public. The started at eight and finished by noon, and Hikari paced every run so that she started and finished on time.

"Hikari, you got a message from Jose," Takami said as Hikari walked in, dressed in just a tank top and boyshorts after showering.

"What is it?"

"She's given us the training schedules for the teams. Apparently, the men have a cup match tomorrow against some team from the second division, and it is said that the team they lost to plays next door. All the women are doing are regular training as they don't have matches this week."

"Let me see the schedules." Hikari swiped to see the details.

Men's Team

Monday, February 27th 2017

Training session closed to media

Tuesday, February 28th 2017

Training session closed to media

01:30 PM: Press conference with Unai Emery (live on PSG TV) - Ooredoo Training Centre

Wednesday, March 1st 2017 - Stade René Gaillard

09:00 PM: Chamois Niortais - Paris Saint-Germain

Coupe de France - Round of 16

Thursday, March 2nd 2017

Training session closed to media

Friday, March 3rd 2017 - Ooredoo Training Centre

01:30 PM: Press conference with Unai Emery (live on PSG TV)

03:30 AM: Training session opened to media for first 15 minutes

Saturday, March 4th 2017 - Parc des Princes

05:00 PM: Paris Saint-Germain - AS Nancy Lorraine

Ligue 1 - Week 28

Sunday, March 5th 2017

Training session closed to media

Women's Team

Monday, February 27th 2017

Training session closed to media

Tuesday, February 28th 2017

Training session closed to media

Wednesday, March 1st 2017

Training session closed to media

Thursday, March 2nd 2017

Training session closed to media

Friday, March 3rd 2017

Training session closed to media

Saturday, March 4th 2017

Training session closed to media

Sunday, March 5th 2017

Training session closed to media

"Jose also says, in this message, that the reason that there is only training for PSG's women is because a number of players are on national team duty. Eve Perisset, Marie-Laure Delie, Amandine Henry and Onema Geyoro play for France, who are mostly made up of Olympique Lyonnais players."

"Lyon are that good huh?" Takami asked.

"Yep, and it seems that they are the bulk of the French women's national team. That's why there are no games this week."

"I wonder what Jose thinks of the international break through..."

"I am just disappointed that Baltland-er, Sweden is not taking part," said Georgette to Sadako as the two girls watched the players practice. In several minutes, Unai Emery would be fielding questions ahead of their Coupe de France tie.

"How so?"

"From what I know, it was the Blagult that eliminated the USA, or Liberion, from defending their Olympic gold medal. Karlsland, or Germany, are the defending champions."

"Sweden are apparently in another tournament. It would be unsurprising for the USWNT to score another win over Germany, given their form after Rio," said Sadako, as they returned to arranging materials insider the cozy confines of the Ooredoo Training Centre. "They've been back to their winning form again and Germany's gonna have it tough."

"However," Georgette said, "I am sure that France will deliver a statement win over England and remind the favorites that they're not as good as they think." A giggle.

"Such confidence..."

"I just realized something, tomorrow is Ash Wednesday. Well, I don't really gorge on red meat that often anyway."

"Neither do I, but I think the fried fish is on sale during this time."

"So are the pommes frites. The reason why Shirley and the people in Liberion call our pommes frites, French fries or Gallian fries is because the dish originated in Belgica and northern Gallia, which is here."

"Oh, that explains it really well. I thought Brittania was known for their chips."

"Nope, that was brought over by us. As the story goes, two peers of mine, Isabelle du Monceau de Bergendal and Rosalie de Hemricourt de Grunne often debate on which topping to use on fries. Isabelle, whose family owns a chip shop in London, argues that aioli is the sine qua non of condiments and is irreplaceable. Rosalie is from Etterbeek, near Brussels, and she says that Bicky, a commercially-made mayo blend, is the sauce of the people, with Joppie a close second."

"What about you, Jose?"

"I like mine's ready salted. I don't deal with sauces. They go well with steak, though, so if I have to add something, it must be a carbonnade flammade."

"You weren't kidding when you said Gallians are people of taste and culture. It's true."

"Believe me when I say this: Gallia, Belgica, and Helvetia are the chocolate belt. The best chocolate in the world comes from these three countries. Romagna, is terms of its decadence, has only Nutella to thank." An impish giggle.

"Hey, are you just taking a playful shot at Lucchini? What if she hears you via the cat tracker?" Fortunately, Francesca Lucchini was on assignment helping out the Red Pants in relief back home.

"I don't sense her presence on the other side. She's busy helping her own folks."

"Whew. But try not to sell any of the 501st short, they are a tough act to follow, you know?"

"All in fun, don't be so serious." Jose looked in the distance. "The real serious business in March starts tomorrow for the boys." Thiago Motta, Adrien Rabiot, Marco Verratti, Hatem Ben Arfa and Angel Di Maria sat out this contest, allowing Giovani Lo Celso and Grzegorz Krychowiak to leave an impression against the Ligue 2 outfit.

Georgette and Sadako spent the following evening watching everything work about according to plan for the most part. Niort proved to be a test for Paris, and the inclement weather made the match a crapshoot, evening the playing field and destroying it. But even when it seemed that the match was destined for extra time Paris went on to win the game 2-0 on late goals from Javier Pastore and Edinson Cavani to go with urgent defending for a majority of the contest.

The French women's national team also rallied with late goals in the She Believe Cup, with Wendie Renaud scoring a winner in the fifth minute of second half stoppage time for a 2-1 win over England. The only minus was that Monaco also won, defeated Marseille 4-3 in a back-and-forth shootout that went into extra time.

But the highlight of the night came during the quarterfinal draw. "In the draw, the team out of the pot...US Avranches of the Championnal National. And their opponent...Paris Saint-Germain!" exclaimed the presented.

Georgette, clad in just her regular underwear with blue straps and bows, hugged a glomping Sadako, who was in a shirt and shorts and side-tie panties. "They're heading to my place, Sada!" exclaimed Jose, sprouting her ears and tail in happiness. "They're heading to my place!"

"Is it that close to Barenton?" asked Sadako.

"Barenton is 45 minutes away from Avranches. They are in the same Manche department. And, they are my designated home team as a result."

"Do you support them, though?"

A finger to her lips and a wink. "I want them to do well, just not against our boys!"

"Diplomacy. That's why being your woman is the greatest thing that ever happened to me."

"To be fair, I would have loved to take on Strasbourg instead because the desserts in the Alsace are supposed to be incomparable."

"Racing aren't very good at converting all their kicks, though."

"Blood and thunder, that's what they say about tournaments like this. It takes a different type of player and team to progress very far and win it all."

The cat tracker meowed. "Nyaaaawwrw!" On cue, the monitor showed Gundula Rall, Waltrud Krupinski and Edytha Rossman eating steak-frites while having some spiced hot cider. "Good early morning, both of you," Commander said, waving. "How are you!"

"C...Commander, good early morning but we are underdressed!" Jose quickly drabbed a PSG track jacket to cover herself. "Really, Commander, you shouldn't sneak up on us like that!"

"Heard your teams won," said the Countess. "Good news. As for us...Shirley's team got ahead 1-0. A person by the name of Lynn Williams scored for Liberion. But the worse news gets worse for Nao, Yoshika and you, Sadako. Angela's team, Hispania, defeated Fusou 2-1 in the Algarve Cup, which is held in Portugal, according to data collected from our X-11."

"I thought they had gotten their act together, now Spain is winning matches," Sadako groaned.

Gundula giggled. "You're in Gallia, so just back them instead because we all know that the USA is going to, for all intents and purposes, win the She Believes Cup, which is a rather flaterring name for a tournament that should really be called Women's Four Nations Football Championship."

"Don't you think that sounds mundane, though?" Edytha asked Gundula. "A tournament involving the best of the best should have a meme for a name."

On another smaller screen, a chant rang out. "I! I! I Believe! I Believe! I Believe That! I Believe That! I Believe That We! I Believe That We! I Believe That We Will Win! I BELIEVE THAT WE WILL WIN! I BELIEVE THAT WE WILL WIN! I BELIEVE THAT WE WILL WIN! I BELIEVE THAT WE WILL WIN!"

"See?" asked Edytha. "This is the origin of the name She Believes Cup."

"Oh, well, it's very self-explanatory and as expected of the data collected by our Neuroi Girl. And, like in Gallia, it's also raining."

"And we thought Niort was bad," Jose lamented. "Chester is worse."

"A suburb of the city of Philadelphia," Sadako added. "Oh, the match finished. 1-0. Ugh...did you see that failed attempt from Lynn. It has to be amateur hour out there."

"Well, at least France won."

"And Paris too. By the way, I am inspired to sing a song about our trip to Avranches, if Mr. Benoit says we can accompany the team next month."

"Oh? You want, to, um, sing it?" Jose whispered, purring. In the background, a karaoke track was playing.

"Here it goes..."

"Monday morning drive.

130 on D47,

The morning becomes the night.

Need you here again.

Georgette, I still believe

In love and you and me.

You got the shotgun.

And we're heading out to the sea.

Georgette, I still believe

In love and living free.

Nothing else matters

Because you are here with me.

So give your love to me.

Avranches is worlds away.

Full speed ahead with reckless abandon.

I got the key to your heart

And I'll open up to you!

Because I still believe

Georgette was meant for me.

Angel from heaven,

Truth is that you're still here with me.

Georgette, I still believe

In love and living free.

Nothing else matters

Because you are here with me.

So give your love to me.

Georgette, I still believe

In love and you and me.

We are together

And our love is our destiny.

Georgette belongs to me!"

"So," said Sadako with a smile, "did you like it?" Georgette was blushing madly, shaking. "Jose?"

"!" Full of passion and hormones, Georgette ripped off Sadako's clothes and laid on top of her, holding hands and melting her soul into her, the two girls sharing a long, French kiss that saw immense amounts of their trails of saliva flowing out like waterfalls in the tropicas of Amazonas.

The problem is that Gundula, Edytha and Waltrud were watching the lovemaking unintendedly. Edytha covered her mouth as she was vigorously getting her crotch to unload out of pure-blooded frustration.

"I'll go get a beer," said Waltrud, heading to the kitchen to grab a bottle of local beer.

Gundula could only chuckle as she watched Sadako and Jose consummate in the nude, a hand tellingly on her left cleavage. She wanted to be on the other side so badly but to be fair, she had no business on the other side. At least not yet.

Alexandra Pokryshkin was seeing the graphic scenes of indulgence and skinship with a surprised look. No one noticed, but she was testing a new Hartmann sisters invention; called a vibrator that was inserted inside a certain opening and used when the call for self-gratication was too strong to resist. Combined with watching the moaning, groaning, gratuitous licking noises and exposure of raw pink flesh saturated with liquid euphoria, Sasha had the urge to melt all over Nikka Katajainen without delay.

Nipa walked in. "Hey guys, what's going on." Before she was about to see Sadako and Georgette climax, Alexandra closed her eyes. "Hey, what's going on!?"

"HYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" cried Sadako and Jose as one before melting into a sea of giggles and gurgles in the nude.

"I just heard Lemare and Shimohara? Are they doing it again? What's going on!?"

"Nipa. You, me, bed, now," said Sasha, the fire in her eyes telling no lies.

"Ohhhh? Ah, ohhhh my," said Nipa, who was dragged into Sasha's room to be melted out of pure-blooded frustration.

Gundula looked on, and chose the change the channel to comedy. Edytha was on the floor, her flower having tapped out she was curled in a fetal position, shivering from the lesbian lust she witness. "Edytha, you all right."

"At some point, Gundula," she replied, turning with a look of despair in her eyes, "we have to be worried for them."

END CHAPTER 20

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Revons Plus Grand, Chapter 11

Revons Plus Grand

Chapter 11:

PariSian Girls

"Mmmmmm..." Georgette Lemare started to stir, purring like a lazy Persian cat lounging around with a long view on the Ile de La Jatte. She had an arm and a leg draped around a blushing Sadako Shimohara, who was snoring happily, if softly. With a slight giggle, she sat upright and stretched. "Sadako, wake up, it's morning."

"Hmmmm? Oh." Sadako opened her eyes as well, sitting upright to stretch. "Good morning Jose. How was your sleep?"

"It was most amazing dream we ever had. We dreamt that we were in Liberion, watching Super Bowl LI from a luxury box close to the field with very rich people, ate some really good food and McDonalds, bought some souvenirs and programs, and saw a very exciting Liberion Football game."

"And you can't spell Liberion without LI, so there's that."

"Sadako, you are so locked in this morning, and we just got up." She eyed something. "Eh?" Jose saw a couple of lanyards with tickets, bags of shirts, jackets, scarves, pins and programs, and a photo. "Oh my god, Sadako, over here!"

"What is it, Jose?"

"Look at all this."

They glanced at the stash on the table in their bedroom. "Don't tell me." Sadako turned to the television and saw the Vince Lombardi Trophy lifted amidst the confetti with the final score: New England Patriots 34, Atlanta Falcons 28 in overtime. "Please don't me..."

"No, Sada, this was..."

"THIS WAS NOT A DREAM!" they both exclaimed, holding hands, surprised.

"We were actually there and got all this, complete with meeting Mr. Campbell!" Jose said.

"But how?" asked Sadako.

The television screen then changed picture as the cat tracker plopped on to the bed. A voice. "Good morning Jose and Sadako!" exclaimed Erica Hartmann.

"Erica? Good morning!" Jose said. "Pardon us being underdressed but somehow we ended up in another part of the world here while we were sleeping."

Erica's sister Ursula came in. "That's because..."

"Our dream teleportation test run was a success!" they both said, doing the fusion pose.

"You guys teleported us there while we were sleeping?" asked Sadako.

"Yes, we did," said Erica.

"While you were asleep, your dream state allowed you to watch the entire match of Super Bowl LI live and in person," said Ursula. "We timed it so that once the award ceremony ended as broadcasted by Fox, you would wake up. Everything worked perfectly. We are very pleased."

"Now, you guys are motivated to head back to training because tomorrow, your club has another game to play!"

"They are very hardy players to have a schedule like this," said Sadako. "But they are very capable of being battle tested. They like what we serve them and they appreciate the hard work we are doing."

"So, anyway," said Ursula, "we will return to our base in Karlsland to do our work in improving our products. We will return to Petersburg at a later time. We shall take our leave."

"Have fun out there, both of you!" said Erica.

"Auf wiedersehe~~~~~n!" they both said, waving. Sadako and Jose waved back as the picture faded back to the local news recapping the Super Bowl to go with the display of national and international headlines.

Georgette sighed. "Let's freshen up, we need to get to work."

"Right!"

"But first..." Georgette eyed a special outfit in a silk box in a plastic with a tag. "Kitty..." The cat tracker came in. "This is too tacky-looking for me. Think you can hand this package to the flight lieutenant?"

"Mrreeaanoughwrw!" the cat tracker meowed with a wide smile, and instantly, it disappeared, traversing through the continuum...to the Karibuchi sisters' private quarters at the base on the other side.

"Jose, do you like cycling?" asked Sadako as the shuttle started to head to the Camp des Loges an hour later on a cool and wet Monday morning.

"I don't do much cycling but when I was in Barenton, I met this young boy named Jacques. He was a gun with a gun of a leg drive typical of a son of a gun."

"Redundant much?"

"No, it's the truth, and the truth will set you free. Anyway, I met Jacques one time when my mom and I were in Rouen, and he drove me around town on his bike as I held on for dear life. I said, 'Slow down Jacques or I'll be flying and you'll be sorry!' He saw me as a bit of an older sister and he slowed down his tempo so it became a casual ride."

"Mmmm..."

"After we visited the city, I said to Jacques, 'You are such an impressive cyclist. You know there is this big race that goes around Gallia, right? The Tour de Gallia?' And he said, 'I want to be able to win it all and get that yellow jersey and live to tell my family about it!' That's what he said. He was bold to have big dreams, too."

"Indeed," said Sadako, pulling up an article from Wikipedia on her iPad. "Is this him?"

"! Yes, this is him! Oh my goodness."

"Jacques Anquetil, the first five-time winner of the Tour de France, or Tour de Gallia as we call it. A national hero by all stretches of the imagination."

"He achieved his dream of being one of the best cyclists out there." She giggled. "I was wrong to doubt him. He's truly, truly a gun."

"Anyway," said Sadako, "our team has a match tomorrow. There is football going on just about every day here in France; the local second division side is playing today?"

"Who?"

"Red Star FC of the suburb of Saint Ouen. Heard of them?"

"I know that when I was working in Barenton, some of the older people were talking about that club but I don't follow much what they are doing."

"Their history predates ours in that they are older that Stade St. Germain, our club's forerunners. They were a decent side in the past but today, they have fallen on hard times."

"Who are they facing today?"

"According to Le Figaro, it seems it is a club from Corsica. Athletic Club Ajaccio. Their emblem is the bear."

"And Flight Lieutenant Pokryshkin-no, Sasha's familiar is the polar bear."

"But to be fair, she is more into ice hockey, and CSKA Moscow. I think she wouldn't look too bad in red and white stripes. But she told me in a conversation in between operation that she is more a supporter of the Red Army-based ice hockey clubs in Moscow and Petersburg."

"No-nonsense hard hitting from warriors in blades. Us Gallians could never flourish in ice hockey. Figure skating, maybe. Alpine and the modern derivatives using what this dimension calls snowboards? Absolutely."

"I wrote a song that has a catchy beat to it and is a parody of a Dacian tune from earlier in this timeline, do you want me to sing it?"

"I have a background melody ready," said Mr. Sami from his wheel.

"Thank you. Please sir?"

"Now this I have to listen," said an eager Jose as the drumbeat and tribal rhythms gave way to the melody.

"Parisian girls, they like to party

Like nobody, like nobody!

Match day, I'm dressed to the nines,

I'm walking down La Seizième with a bottle of wine.

Red, blue with splashings of white.

Heading to Le Parc while under the lights.

I wonder if beyond this,

We could be dreaming bigger

Cause I am on fire tonight!

PSG is my life!

Parisian girls, they like to party

Like nobody, like nobody!

Red-blue delight!

Part of your life!

Parisian girls, they like to party

Like nobody, like nobody!

Red-blue delight!

Part of your life!

It starts. The whistle will blow.

This team is full of sexy as they pour on the goals.

That pass, that class and defense,

Singing, chanting at Parc des Princes!

I wonder when the match ends

If we'll be dreaming bigger

Cause this team is out of sight!

PSG won tonight!

Parisian girls, they like to party

Like nobody, like nobody!

Red-blue delight!

Part of your life!

Parisian girls, they like to party

Like nobody, like nobody!

Red-blue delight!

Part of your life!

(PSG for life) If you don't know by now

(PSG for life) What this club's about,

(PSG for life, PSG for life)

You'll need to be with me baby.

(PSG for life) Ici C'est Paris,

(PSG for life) Paris Est Magique,

(PSG for life) En rouge et bleu, allez!

Parisian girls, they like to party

Like nobody, like nobody!

Red-blue delight!

Part of your life!

(Waouh~~~~~!)

Parisian girls, they like to party

Like nobody, like nobody!

Red-blue delight!

Part of your life!

Parisian girls, they like to party

Like nobody, like nobody!

Parisian girls, they like to party

Like nobody, like nobo-o-dy!

Paris for...

LIFE!"

"What a nice song, Sada, paying homage to the beautiful women here," said Georgette applauding as the shuttle arrived at the Camp des Loges. The day prior, while the two girls helped the men with training, the ladies defeated a team from Rodez 3-0 and would resume training to get ready for their next league match against Saint-Etienne.

"But that game we watched live while dreaming had it all," Sadako recalled. "A lead by Atlanta, the comeback from New England, and the finish. Our first American football game and it had it all."

"Big moments all around, and when it comes to sports..."

"We dream bigger," they both said in unison, laughing and sharing a high-five.

Mr. Benoit Rousseau was waiting for them. "There you are. You ready for another busy week?"

"Yes sir!" they both said, saluting in their issued PSG track suits. Jose also reverted to her normal appearance, sizes, etc.

"Here is the training schedule," he said, handing the two girls schedules and shifts. "Our first team is at home on Tuesday, and on the weekend, they have a road game. We decided you will not be needed for the away contest on the weekend against Bordeaux as your efforts will instead focus on the Valentine's Day match in the Champions League with Barcelona at Le Parc."

"Is that so, Mr. Benoit?" asked Georgette.

"That is correct. Otherwise, the schedule is no different that what you are normally accustomed to so, let's get to work, and let's hope that your wonderful service helps get the results we need in the league. Dismissed."

"Thank you, Mr. Benoit!" said Georgette and Sadako, and off to the grind they went.

Hikari Karibuchi and Yoshika Miyafuji got up after a long nap. "So, Yoshika," said Hikari as the two girls freshened up and got dressed, "What are you planning to do today?"

"The regular cooking and cleaning of the quarters," said Yoshika, Kuji Kanesada looking on. "I lost the bet, so I have offered to double down and cook food that is popular in the Liberion state of Massachusetts, such as baked beans and New Brittania Boiled Dinner."

"Oooh, sounds yummy. I am going to go for a run around town again."

"Are you gonna be back in time for supper with Takami, Hikari?"

"I hope so, but I won't be out late."

"Make sure to keep track of the time and know where you're going, just so you know, okay?"

"Don't worry, Yoshika, I know my way around, just leave it to me!" She put on her running shoes. "Gotta go."

"Bye," Yoshika said, waving her off.

At that point, Takami stirred. "Mmmmmm, did Hikari leave?"

"She went on her regular run. Possibly to stay focused after playing on the console until she fell asleep," Yoshika concluded.

"Okay..." Takami stretched, her resilient endowments jiggling idly in the early afternoon. "I see there is a package."

"Hmmm, that must be for you. Take a look at it, I have to do the housekeeping, Takami, see you." And she took off to do her end. Nikka Katajainen had returned from her assignment at Suomus and was at the range doing target practice with Naoe Kanno.

Takami, clad in just her green pajamas and white panties emphasizing her curves and cleavage, looked at the package. Smooth silk to the touch. "My..." She opened it. A white top designed to look like a football jersey with shoulder pads, glittery white hotpants and white boots. "Hmmm...I have to make it up to the others in which I lost the bet, but...how?" After a pause, an idea came. "Aha..."

"Well, as the old saying goes," said Commander Gundula Rall at a meeting at the dining hall, "majority rules and..."

"Majority wins," said Edytha Rossman. "As we have seen earlier today, It wasn't easy for the team from Boston, but their bravery and determination is what made them so successful in that league, and sport, in that timeline for the past several years."

"However," said Waltrud Krupinski, "two people among our predictors have lost the bet. Pilot Officer Miyafuji has decided that as a self-imposed penalty, she will increase her housekeeping efforts here at the base and double her workload for our squad."

"Flight Sergeant Katajainen and Flying Officer Kanno were not present to watch the contest live due to sleep and are instead training at the range. Also, the Hartmann sisters have flown back to Karlsland for their work, with some hands from Baltland to collaborate. And you already know the situation with the others. Which means," said the Commander, "I, Flight Sergeant Rossmann and Flying Officer Krupinski are awaiting your decision on how you will serve your penalty. Please, Flight Lieutenant Karibuchi."

"Very well," said Takami. "I would like to formally hold myself accountable for losing the wager as settled last evening here in the dining hall. Please accept my deepest apologies, Commander."

"Accepted in full, Flight Lieutenant Karibuchi. So, what is your prescribed penalty."

"I...will formally resume my training...wearing this..." She took off her coat.

Seconds later, Takami left the dining room with a seductive gait and stride, coat removed. There were three people on the floor, gasping for air, blood coming out of their nostrils at an alarming pace.

"Haaah...huuuh...hsdjkfsfkjdshfi...help...help, I have been critically hit in the vital parts," gagged and sputtered Waltrud.

"Same...ugh, here...ohhh, huuuk, ohhhh, urrrgk," gasped Edytha, pupils dilated as blood was also trailing out of her mouth and her hideous grin.

"Both of...ohhh...of, of, of...of you, ahhhhhahh, uhhhk, I can't breathe," sputtered Gundula, flat on her back as if she was shot point blank by Waltrud's trusty pistol. "If only...Pilot...ahhhhk, Officer Mi..ya..fu..fu...fuji was here...haaaah, is this...the end...of the B...B... Brave...Wit... ches? Ahhhhh, haaaahk...urrrkgkjko..."

Yoshika overheard some desperate gasps and quickly went to the dining room, the strains of Samuel Barber's Adagio for Strings playing in the background as she ran to the room. "Yo...Yoshika, save us," gasped Edytha, tears of despondency cascading down her blushing complexion. "Please save us..."

"Ohhhhhhhh," the three cried before they collapsed and fell into a coma.

Yoshika put a palm to her forehead. "Oh, guys, that's just...that is...!" She turned to Takami, posing sexily in Lady Gaga's Super Bowl LI halftime outfit before walking over to the comically grave scene. "Takami...oh Takami. Oh you. Oyongo."

"Speaking of which, I think there is a man by that name that had won a title for his country over on the other side, although just a guess, knock on wood," said Takami, her arms around Yoshika like a doll. (She would be right though, as confirmed in a message from the cat tracker.)

"Man, I knew I was going to have to double down..." The groans continued from the three young ladies in distress and shock. "...but this is more ridiculous than a Superb Owl!"

END CHAPTER 11

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Revons Plus Grand, Chapter 8

Revons Plus Grand

Chapter 8:

Beyond The Sea

A native German, or in terms of the dimension of Georgette Lemare and Sadako Shimohara, a Karsland composer named Johann Pachelbel, devised a Canon and Gigue for 3 violins and basso continuo in D major, abreviated as the Canon in D. A baroque standard that withstood the tides and tests of time, it had been adapted in the modern era, or the dimension that the two Brave Witches were exploring, by a celebrated discotheque ensemble called The Village People and a pop group from Brittania called The Pet Shop Boys into a timeless number entitled "Go West," a play on the phrase "Go West, Young Man," as commonly attributed to a Mr. Horace Greeley, a rallying cry for the colonization of the American, or Liberion, West.

Aleksandra "Sanya" Vladimirovna Litvyak, a former member of the 501st Joint Fighter Wing and now an auxiliary Flying Officer of the Empire of Orussia Imperial Army, 586th Fighter Aviation Regiment, was an expert pianist that could play any song in any setting of genre. At the 502nd Joint Fighter Wing base in Petersburg, there was a piano in the dining room that Sanya was playing the adaptation in. Or rather, her arrangement of the said adaptation in the background.

HIkari Karibuchi was in the dining room, watching the two girls on the monitor arrange the quarters of the Camp des Loges, the eyes of the Persian cat tracker panning to slow motion scenes of the players of Paris Saint-Germain's first team training in inclement weather, the water droplets displayed for added emphasis. Her big sister, Takami, the Flight Lieutenant, had fallen in to join her.

"Onee-chan," asked Hikari to Takami.

"Hmmm?"

"Why does Jose look and sound like you all of a sudden? I can't tell the difference!"

A motherly smile. "That's because I can. There are differences in the bangs cut, hair and eye color, and height."

A closer look. "Oh yeah, I can see the differences now."

"That's because I pointed them out to you."

"Yes you did, onee-chan! Eheheheh!"

"Oy, what are you two up to?" said Naoe Kanno, playing with a new invention by the Hartmann sisters that she was testing. Erica and Ursula were with Nao.

"But you know what, onee-chan," asked Hikari to Takami.

"What is it, Hikari?"

"I'm glad we are both officially on the same team and you are recovering very well."

"And I am glad to hear it."

"Because, when we are together..."

"We will make the Brave Witches great again!" the Karibuchi sisters said, doing a back-to-back bras d'honneur pose with winks.

"Oh for fuck sakes, stop imitating what you are seeing on the television," Nao retorted.

"Eh?" they both said, blinking with question marks next to them. They turned around and saw another set of sisters with the post.

"Oh, ahahahahah, sorry about that Nao," Hikari said, a sweatdrop on her head as she scratched the back of it. And she even stuck her tongue out for emphasis.

"According to the findings," said Flight Sergeant Edytha Rossman, "those two are civilians from that dimension who live in Fusou but were born in a place in Gallia called Colmar, located near Strasbourg. It is said there is a local football team that plays there called Racing Club Strasbourg Alsace, or RCSA."

"Grrrrr," Nao growled before continuing her game testing. "Anyway, Ursula, what is this supposed to be?"

"It is a prototype unit that we developed after procuring blueprints from an X-11 we developed through reverse engineering. This X-11, designed to look and behave like Sanya, is able to disappear and reappear in the continuum that Georgette and Sadako are in. It gathered information and blueprints on how to design and develop the device itself as well as any games associated with it."

"Do you have name for this?"

"The generic name is handheld game console. We call it the Konso, a combination of Karlsand and Console," Erica said.

"What a questionable name for a device that is short of interesting. What games are on here?" She flipped through the inventory.

"A variety of games imported from the other continuum dedicated to military strategy and simulation," said Ursula. "So you don't lose focus when the next operation comes."

"Implying I'll even..." Her dog ears and tail perked. "But like what?"

"Kantai Collection is a command and conquer game in which you are an admiral and collect personifications of ships from this era and build a fleet and this allows you to play with anyone online with your budding fleet."

"I see one here...Akagi...she looks like Takami but with a different outfit."

"Based on our dossier of that character she is not a recreation of the aircraft carrier that was sacrificed off the coast of Gallia, but is actually meant to be someone that has approximate shooting skills and bust as Flight Lieutenant Karibuchi," said Ursula, "combined with the gormandizing tendencies of Pilot Officer Lemare. Roughly, thereabouts."

"Layman's terms?" Nao deadpanned, annoyed by the expanding vocabulary.

"She is the Gluttonous Fiend and she can't stop eating bauxite!" they both said, doing a comical fusion pose reminiscent of Dragon Ball Z.

"You don't have to answer my question that way!" she shot back. "I don't deal with fatasses. What other games are on here?"

"There is World of Warships, a naval simulation game, World of Tanks, a ground military simulation game...and War Thunder."

"War Thunder?"

"It's essentially a dogfight simulation game, but using regular planes instead of striker units."

Nao's smile was wide. "I found it," she said, her tail wagging with unbound excitement.

"You should probably play that in your personal quarters, Flying Officer Kanno," said Waltrud Krupinski, sipping some tea while the Karibuchi sisters watched some more training scenes. "You'll disturb the others here."

"Whatever Fake Countess Mommy, I don't need you to tell me to go my room, I will go there myself." She stuck her tongue out before starting to leave the dining hall. "Idiot," she said under her breath.

"Kanno, did I just hear...?"

"!" Nao bowed her head in shame. "I'm sorry, Countess. I apologize! Excuse me!" She then hurried to her room. Waltrud looked to Commander Gundula Rall, who nodded. She then chased Nao into her room and gave her a few seiza lashings before storming out and slamming the door shut, leaving Nao crying helplessly while bent over. It would take her a while to recover before returning to testing.

"Sigh..." sighed Waltrud as she walked back in to her seat, eating a plate of milanesa. Yoshika Miyafuji, the legendary hero from the 501st, had decided to come in and also help with providing meals since Jose and Sadako were away.

Thus, she of whom Hikari would be her protege, would be on hand to even talk of her adventures in Gallia and Romagna. Yoshika herself specialized in Gallic, Romagnan, Liberion and Fusou styles of cuisine. That meant that the 502nd would not be getting any Brittanian dishes for the long haul. However, since the two girls who slept through time, as the local press dubbed it, were in Paris, Yoshika chose to stick to the recipes that were well known in the Ile-de-Gallia region in that timeframe. She was used to it anyway.

"I like calling Yoshika-sempai the War Machine, big sis," said Hikari as Yoshika served some plates to both of them before she sat down to have hers next to the sisters. "She has the gift and can win battles and has amazing form. Right, sempai?"

"Indeed, Hikari, and I am honored to be with you guys and fill in for Jose and Sada while they are out there," Yoshika said.

"And not a valuable delicious moment was lost," Commander Rall said, eating a forkful of arborio that went with the milanesa. "Thank you for joining us here at our base, Pilot Officer Miyafuji. We are honored to have you here."

"A pleasure Commander. How is it?"

"It's great. Just like how Pilot Officer Lemare and Pilot Officer Shimohara would do it. Great continuity," said Waltrud.

"Yoshika, when are you leaving?" asked Nao.

"When Jose and Sada return, I will return to my base in Fusou. In the meantime..."

Hikari pointed to Yoshika. "I must remind you, sempai, not to make an excessive advance on onee-chan here. You can't touch her all the time, she is my sister, you know?"

"Don't worry about it, Hikari," Takami said, waving it off so much that she might as well be a mother. "I am absolutely going to mellow down here and not worry about it being...eh?"

Hikari blushed madly. "!"

Takami noticed that her breasts were resting on Yoshika's head, triggering an unbuttoning of her uniform. "Ara..." It was a simple white bra and panties, emphasizing her child-bearing hips and bust.

Commander Rall whistled. The Hartmann sisters exchanged what the alternate dimension called a fist bump. "Flight Lieutenant Karibuchi, your request for an interior uniform change has apparently been granted, it seems," said the Countess.

"You noticed, Countess," whispered Takami, a finger to her pink lipstick-laced lips and one eyes closed.

"S...sempai, get off onee-chan right now, this is unbecoming of you," Hikari said, slightly pushing Yoshika away. "Didn't I tell you onee-chan belongs to me? You shouldn't place your head underneath her breasts, it undoes her outfit!"

"Sorry, Hikari," Yoshika said, "but like Lynne, it feels soft and nice to squeeze, like a perfect pillow."

"Sempai!"

"Uhhhh..."

Takami hugged Hikari and Yoshika. "Why can't I have both?"

"Eh?"

"Come on, let's head into my room so we can talk and you can touch me both. Yoshika, I'll make you my second little sister. Okay?" Takami winked, her white underwear glistening.

Yoshika's and Hikari's animal ears and tail popped out, "Yes, onee-chan!" Hikari looked at Yoshika with a knowing look which she returned. They both shared something in common. They liked big breasts. They liked soft things. And they loved having sisterly bonds. And for Hikari, her sempai had become as close as her big sister. She was dreaming big as well. Big! Big! Big, big, big!

"I wonder why the Flight Lieutenant is carrying the two of them like that," asked Waltrud to Gundula as Takami carried a blissful, drooling duo of Hikari and Yoshika out of the dining hall, the two juniors firmly groping her breasts.

"When they are in their own happy place and there is a nurturing senior like that capable of being a proper housewife and mother, sometimes the little sisters deform into that of innocent dolls," she replied.

"Ahhh," Erica sighed as she took a seat with Ursula, the television now showing weather for the next few days in Paris 2017 as well as a schedule of games going on during the day, marked February 5. "Somebody pass the popcorn."

"A tub," her bespectacled sister said. Seconds later, the two of them were munching from incredulously oversized tubs of popcorn, the type of portions that Akagi would be known for finishing almost instantly a million times over.

"This is delicious, what flavor is this, sis?" asked Erica.

"Chocolate Drizzle Brittle, I like to call it," she replied.

Their ears and tails sprouted out on cue, their tails wagging excitedly as they quietly munched. "Mmmmmmmmmmm, heaven," they both said in unison, comical angelic voices in the background.

Sanya then went to the table to eat as well. "An unusual situation for the three that just left. How was my performance, Commander?"

"As advertised. Well done," Gundula replied. Sanya continued to watch the television while the two Hartmann sisters took their time munching the chocolate popcorn.

"But I wonder how Yoshika is going to be over in that room...?"

"Do you really want to know, Flying Officer Litvyak?" asked Edytha.

"Excuse my intrusion, I'll respect their privacy," she replied, blushing, knowing fully clear what was going on. Sanya chose to eat. "This milanesa is very good."

Takami opened the door, cast off her coat and lay herself on the bed. "Come to me," she said through her pursed lips and smile.

"Ahhhh," Hikari and Yoshika said, lying on either side on Takami and embracing her wonderful body, melting in the softness and immense volume of her cleavage. It was noted that both Hikari and Yoshika's flat-chest complex had made them prone to pleasuring everyone they knew that had the proportions that met their size requirements.

Takami herself liked it when Hikari melted herself into her sisterly touch, but to take the great Mamefuji, as she was called, in as a second younger sister, though slightly older than Hikari? It was even better. She dreamt of having a great family and giving birth to legendary children of different callings and skills after she retired from the military, but she wanted Hikari to be happy as well so protecting her and teaching her the way to live righteously was important because she saw Hikari as an extension of her. The fact that Hikari had done enough to fully be on the same team as her satisfied her that the two of them were sleeping together.

With Yoshika hired to oversee general housekeeping of the facility for the time being, Takami—who was voluntarily reassigned from the 508th, the Mighty Witches, months ago—personally requested permission from Gundula to have her move in with the two of them. The bed was expanded and the room renovated as a result, to go with the new chamber, as designed by Charlotte E. Yeager, her team of workers from Liberion doing business as GSI Buildings (GSI stood for Glorious Shirley International) and Francesca Lucchini, Shirley's esteemed associate and partner.

Personally, Takami wanted to talk to Yoshika about her experience working with the 501st and how it translated to her work over in Fusou. But mainly, Yoshika looked a lot like Hikari and she explicitly wanted to feel her touch as well, which was well-documented as being lewd but indescribable, but delivering amazing feelings that were admittingly addicting, euphoric and emancipating.

"That's it, that's it, ohhhhh, keep it there, I, mmmm, I need more of this, ohhhh, haaaaah," Takami moaned as her crane ears and tail wagged happily. "Ohhhhhh!" Hikari and Yoshiki, were sucking her breasts and taking turns fingering her love spots inside, their purring sounds melting Takami even more, triggering a heartfelt torogao. "Hyaaaaaah...mmmmf!"

"Ehhh!?" gasped Hikari as Yoshika decided to make Takami even more satisfied by sharing a long, deep French kiss that made her supple nipples erect, the saliva coming out of their mouths as their tongues danced a delicious tango. Takami lifted a leg, and that meant that Hikari decided to finger her sister even deeper in response to her sempai kissing her sister like she was Lynette Bishop. Although, to be honest at this point in time, Lynette took comfort in being in the company of her own older sister, Wilma.

Hikari decided to proceed to taste the sides of her sister's right armpit, purring and moaning incessantly as she savored the goodness of being in the company of the only onee-chan she ever know and wanted to die in the arms of. Although to be fair, Yoshika's healing ability did not make that a problem. In fact, the rugrat's intoxicating presence because a true, rich blessing as it stimulated the libido of the Karibuchi sisters.

Soon enough, their underwear and swimwear were on the floor and they were tribbing fast and hard and with passion that set the room on fire. Figuratively.

"Ahhhhh, ahhhhhh, Takami, I'm going to, I'm about to, ohhhh!" moaned Yoshika, about to erupt.

"Onee-chan, help, help, you are so amazing, I think I am going to die melting into you, I love you, haaah, hyaaaaah, aaahhhh!' cried Hikari, her eyes crying with tears of joy about to go empty from reaching the highest of highest for far too long.

"Ohhhh, both of you, I want this, I want you all, come into me, come into my...my...my...that's in, come into my...ahhh, come into my everything both of you, I can't take it anymore, I need you all!" cried Takami, her head thrashed back. "I want this! I WANT THIS! I LOVE YOU!"

Nao was walking down the hall when she heard a collective cry that very loud and very, very lewd. "HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Hikari, Takami and Yoshika cried, letting out a massive release that caused their ears and tails to disappear and fall into a deep sleep.

She opened the door. "Are you okay?" asked Nao, her breathing heavy. She blinked. "Eh?" Takami had melted completely as Hikari and Yoshika flanked her, forming a delicious imouto sandwich, their arms and legs around her, her massive cleavage being subconsciously stimulated...and their collective fluid of love all over the floor, emitting a sweet, lustful scent.

Nao covered her mouth in shock, blushing, even having a slight nosebleed. "Oh my god..." A menacing presence from behind. It was the Countess. Nao slowly, comically, turned her head back. "F...Fake Countess? Why are you here?" she gasped, sweating profuse.

"Kanno..." Waltrud said in a very angry tone, "what are you doing in...this...room?"

"!" A mortified and very, very guilty Naoe Kanno was going to deal with the seiza treatment again. That was the legacy of Pilot Officer Shimohara that needed to be invoked. As she received her comeuppance, the wo sisters and Yoshika continued to sleep in the nude, the unmistable scent of their love being a bonding blanket that would form the foundation for the long haul awaiting everyone...including Georgette and Sadako, who were catering to that team on the other side.

END CHAPTER 8