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Luang Prabang, Laos - Part 1

Day 161 – Chiang Mai, Thailand to Luang Prabang, Laos

In the afternoon, I packed up my bag and hailed a Red Songthaew to Chiang Mai’s airport, boarding a small, propeller plane that would take me to Luang Prabang, Laos. The flight was short, about an hour and a half east, over the mountainous green highlands. The air outside was thick and hazy, caused by smoke from burning farmer’s fields. I learned that between February-April, this was fairly common for northern Thailand and Laos, as farmers burn their fields before reseeding the soil.

Arriving at the small, red roofed airport in Luang Prabang, I quickly passed through customs, paying for my visa on arrival with US dollars. It was an interesting visa experience for me, as the visa application fee varied depending on the home country of the traveller – with Canadians paying the highest amount of any listed country. After doing some research after the fact, it appears that this is based on the reciprocal cost a Laotian would need to pay to visit Canada. Furthermore, the visa costs are also apparently related to the amount of international aid provided to Laos, where citizens of countries which have provided a higher level of aid pay lower visa costs as a result. I had not given much thought to the reciprocity of international visas before my arrival in Laos, and this was an eye-opening, educational experience for me.

As I was negotiating for a ride into town in the arrivals hall, I had the very good fortune of meeting a fellow traveller from San Francisco, Tonya, who was also travelling by herself. We quickly found out that we were also staying at the same guesthouse, and became immediate friends! Sharing a ride into town on a multi-coloured tuk-tuk, we also realized that we had a very similar itinerary planned around Asia for the coming few months! After settling into our hostel for the evening, we headed out into the town as the sun was setting.

Luang Prabang

The small city of Luang Prabang is built on a peninsula at the confluence of the Mekong and Nam Khan Rivers, surrounded by lush green mountains. Now a UNESCO World Heritage site, Luang Prabang was once the capital of the historic Lane Xang Kingdom from the 14th to 16th centuries (also known as the “Kingdom of a Million Elephants”). Luang Prabang was also a historic trade centre in Southeast Asia, given its proximity to the meandering Mekong Rivier, which runs for almost 5,000 km through China, Myanmar, Laos, Thailand, Cambodia, and Vietnam.

Luang Prabang is also known for being the centre for Buddhism in Laos, and has many active temples, or “Vats” scattered throughout the town centre. The town was part of a French protectorate between 1893 and 1954, and the colonial influences of this era can still be seen in the architecture throughout the urban centre. Modern day Luang Prabang showcases traditional and French colonial styles throughout the town. Given the current UNESCO protections, the historic town centre was also remarkably free of the overdevelopment that can come with tourism. It was evident to me that the town had taken great care to protect their cultural heritage and architecture, with conservation and sustainability in mind.

Luang Prabang Night Market

As evening fell, Tonya and I wandered over a short distance to Sisavangvong Road, the main street through the peninsula, which was bustling with a vibrant night market. The street had been closed off to vehicles and scooters, and there were hundreds of red and blue covered stalls and bamboo mats lining the street, selling countless beautiful and unique wares. There was an incredible collection of handicrafts, ceramics, silks, clothing, antiques and other souvenirs for sale. Many of the items sold were handmade by ethnic groups in the nearby hills, although some stalls also sold cheap, imported trinkets. Overall, the market had a relaxed atmosphere, with the vendors typically waiting for the visitor to inquire about the items rather than making sales pitches. One stall in particular caught my eye – where the trader was selling jewellery and cutlery which were apparently made by recycling fragments of bombs which had been dropped on Laos by the United States during the Vietnam War.

I had no previous knowledge of the bombing campaign in Laos during the war, and was stunned to learn that there were close to 600,000 bombing campaigns in Laos between 1964-1973, with the goal to cut off supply lines along the Ho Chi Minh Trail running into Vietnam. To this day, there are estimated to be almost 80 million unexploded bombs throughout the country, which continue to kill innocent men, women and children who happen to come upon them – near half a century later. It sickened me to think about all of the bombs lying dormant in fields and forests throughout this picturesque, welcoming country.

Tonya and I briefly stopped by a money exchange to switch out our US dollars to Laotian Kip. The local denominations were huge - with banknote amounts ranging between K500 to K100,000. For the remainder of my time in Laos, this made it quite challenging to monitor just how much money I had, as the many “zeros” on the banknotes automatically tricked my brain into thinking I had more money than I actually did!

One of the Many Fresh Smoothie Stands in the Market

We spent the remainder of the evening browsing the night market, sampling spicy Laotian dishes at the food stalls along the street, and enjoying passionfruit smoothies. It was a great first day in Laos, and I was lucky to have equally terrific company with Tonya!

Day 162 – Luang Prabang

After grabbing breakfast at our hostel and befriending a few other travellers, Tonya and I headed out to explore town, passing first through the morning farmer’s market just along the street outside. The vendors start setting up before sunrise, and it was already busy as we walked through around 8:30am. Local produce and the catch-of-the-day were set up for sale on mats on the ground. Ready-to-eat snacks were also for sale, such as charcoal-grilled honeycomb, baelfruit, mung-bean rice cakes, Mok Pa (a dish cooked with catfish caught in the Mekong), Lao Khao Soi, various meats cooked in banana leaf, Khao Jee Pate (a Laotian take on a Banh Mi Baguette sandwich) barbecued frog, water buffalo sausage, coconut milk pancakes, young coconuts, various noodle dishes, and even grilled rat – just to name a few snacks! We enjoyed stolling along the street, chatting with the friendly vendors, and taking in the vibrant colours, sights and smells of the market.

We continued onwards to the bank of the Mekong River, lined with palm and banana trees. Long, shallow river boats churned through the milky brown water below. Beyond the wide, lazy river, we could see lush green mountains in the distance. As we walked along the embankment, various tour operators approached us, trying to sell us tours in these slow riverboats. While we were certainly interested, Tonya and I had done our research on reputable tours, and planned to purchase our trip up the Mekong for the following day.

Drying Orange Robes in a Monastery in Luang Prabang

Turning inland, we began to meander along the quieter streets of town, lined with traditional Lao houses and guesthomes, many of which were constructed with bamboo materials during the colonial period. The UNESCO protections in the town continued to be evident, as there were no high-rise buildings or large tour buses anywhere in the town centre. Tuk-tuks and scooters were by far the most common means of transportation for locals and visitors. As we walked, we occasionally passed some active Buddhist monasteries, and while we could not enter, we could see the laundered orange robes of the monks hanging out to dry.

Wat Xieng Thong

We visited one of the best-known monasteries in the town centre, Wat Xieng Thong. Dating back to the 16th century, the temple complex housed a gilded ordination hall, with large, sweeping roofs, along with numerous stupas, chapels, a library, a drum tower, and a funeral carriage - historically used to carry the urns of Lao royalty. The architecture throughout Wat Xieng Thong was simply stunning, with every structure richly decorated with engravings, colourful mosaics, paintings, gilding and elaborate sculptures.

A close-up of mosaics at Wat Xieng Thong

Ready for some shade and bite to eat, Tonya and I headed to the banks of the Nam Khan River, crossing a bamboo footbridge to the far bank. The bamboo bridges of Luang Prabang are built by local families on an annual basis, facilitating the journey to and from the old quarter of the city. Incredibly, though these bridges are solely built from bamboo and rope, they are very sturdy! As visitors to Luang Prabang, Tonya and I paid a small toll to cross the bridge, which contributes to the upkeep and annual bridge replacement.

Bamboo Bridge across the Nam Khan River

On the far banks of the river, we arrived at Dyen Sabai – a restaurant recommended by a friend of mine from Western, Brandon - who had briefly lived abroad in Laos, and had generously given me all sorts of local recommendations! He had highly recommended that I visit Dyen Sabai for their Lao Buffalo Fondue. The setting was peaceful – Tonya and I sat on low futons at a riverside table, surrounded by a beautiful bamboo garden. The buffalo fondue dish turned out to be cooked in a similar way to Chinese hot pot/Korean BBQ. The servers prepared a small charcoal fire in a metal container built into the table, before placing a specialized cover overtop. This set-up allowed Tonya and I to cook the meat ourselves on the grill and cook the vegetables in the broth. It was a delicious (and interactive!) meal, a recommendation well worth it.

Buffalo Fondue at Dyen Sabai

After lunch, we traversed back over the bridge, and walked along the banks of the Nam Khan river to Utopia, a outdoor bar and bucket-list destination for any backpacker to the area (I think I had about 10 different friends recommend I go!). Tonya and I spent several hours of the late afternoon enjoying several Beer Lao while sitting on the floor cushions, chatting with other travellers and taking in the incredible ambiance of this lively riverside bar.

Nam Khan River

As evening began to fall, we returned to the town centre to climb Mount Phousi for sunset. A small mountain located in the heart of the historic town centre, Phou-si literally translates to “sacred hill”, and stands approximately 100m tall. While it was a bit of a climb to the top, I was happy for the exercise! Along the trail as we ascended were many gilded statues of Buddha, with a small temple and golden stupa at the summit. Arriving just on time for sunset, we took in an incredible 360-degree view of Luang Prabang, the Mekong River shimmering in a deep shade of orange, reflecting the mesmerizing sky above. The distant mountains were blanketed in a smoky haze from the burning of brush and farmers fields. While the hill was packed with tourists who had the same idea as us – it was still a wonderful way to end a day of exploring the city. Ready to tuck into some more of Laos’ famous street food, Tonya and I returned to the night market along Sisavangvong Road, taking in the brightly lit red and blue booths framed by tall palm trees and the opulent Royal Palace. After sharing and sampling countless delicious dishes, we headed back to our hostel, stopping at a booth on the main road to purchase tickets for our boat trip up the Mekong River the following day. I crashed almost immediately, as I was planning to wake up before dawn to view the morning Almsgiving ceremony, a daily tradition of local Buddhist monks.

Sunset from Mount Phousi

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bongaboi · 8 years ago

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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

#strike witches #fanfiction #brave witches #georgette lemare #sadako shimohara #yuri #writing #paris saint-germain fc #revons plus grand

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