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bebemoon · 1 year ago
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look for the name: JENNIFER
christian dior pink monogram two-piece track tube top and bottoms, c. 199o’s
y2k vintage square heart rhinestone sunglasses
body candy body jewelry clear pink gem vine and butterfly dangle belly ring
chanel logo travel heels in pink
juicy couture "viva la juicy" eau de parfum
fendi woven gold and silver "ff" logo handbag w/ gold-tone hardware and "ff" micro mirror charm
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yulnabi · 6 years ago
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Day 97, pt 2 [IC] The Tsar Bomba
Monday: The Tsar Bomba
So I had a great time with Migos.  We did not go to Caprice, and instead he came over.  I confess I was terrified that he would lecture me, but he was actually very nice and understanding.
 We downed a couple of bottles of vodka, before he informed me he had to take off.  Apparently he had some sort of mission in the evening, though he did not look in any condition to go ahead and take on baddies.
 Anyhoo, afterwards I headed to Caprice.  Before going in, I recorded a video message for James.
Once in,  I spotted a guy wearing a toga standing next to me at the bar, so I started conversation.  I had assumed he was foreign, as it is an unusual attire to wear in public. . .even in Millenium City.  Turns out he is a local, or at least that’s what he said at first.
 He then asked where I was from.  When I told him Russia, he scoffed and bragged about how he had left several craters in the country and taken out scores of our servicemen.  This is something I will have to tell Vladya about, since it’s sure to sting her.
 Well, turns out he is not precisely local.  He is the offspring of two different alien species.  He said he was the last survivor of a long war that saw both people’s destroy each other.  When I inquired about what could possibly have led both groups to fight until extinction, he revealed it was pride.  They wanted to see which species was the stronger of the two and fought each other to the end.
 It is in my nature to ask question after question, so he said his mission in life was to acquire some sort of super form.  That he believed there were other survivors of his peoples looking for Earth.  I may have been drunk, but I immediately remember him saying they had fought each other to extinction.  It’s something I would have brought up, but I just don’t like making things awkward. It bothers me to no end when things get awkward, and usually, it’s my doing.
 Well, he was a young man, about my age, so I thought it was a little amusing that he was openly bragging about his power.  I mean, I was annoyed about him bragging about murdering Russians, but I dismissed it at first as simple bravado.  Now he was upping the ante.  He could achieve several super forms, each stronger than the rest.  Each form would emit a stronger aura that looked like an electrical current, but was made of heat and wind.
 Before achieving a new form, he’d do some sort of ritual screaming and hand maneuvers that would lead to the next one.  Though I could feel the energy, the thing that had me worried was the idea that the concepts would mistake it for the start of a fight.  I looked at them to signal that there was nothing wrong, and they gave me an understanding look. . . like telling me they knew it was just a young man trying to impress the girl.
    When I left Caprice, I was drunk from the vodka I had in my loft, but I stupidly thought it would be a good idea to go bother Vladya.
 She was up, listening to some patriotic music like the creep that she is, when she saw spotted me.  
 “Your Highness, Sultana of Mergen and its 12 colonies, to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?” She said, as if knowing I was looking for a fight and throwing the first punch.
 “I went shopping earlier and bought myself these Louboutins” I said as I showed her my heels.  “They were cheap, only like a year’s worth of your salary.”
 “I’ll get a pair when I start spreading my legs for some noble sugar daddy. I hear the Prince of Mergen is looking for a new plaything.  Do you think he’ll accept my application?”
 “I met an extra-terrestrial today.” I said, trying to hold my contempt.
 “Did he want to go home?” She said, taking a sit and raising the volume to the music.
 “Oh no, he was talking about how he turned Bashkortostan into a crater-filled wasteland.”
 “Did he now?  Did he also go back in time and take out the entirety of the Soviet Army in Afghanistan? While standing shirtless in an open field?” She responded sarcastically.
 “He sounded pretty sure of it.” I said, looking for her reaction.
 “So he was talking about his campaign in Hearts of Iron and you were ready to drop your panties?”
 “I don’t think I ever mentioned any of that.”
 “What did this Russia-destroying hero look like?”
 I proceeded to describe him to her, telling her about his transformations.
 “So you mean to tell me some Dragon Ball cosplayer went to Bashkiria and destroyed our forces there?  Forces I just had a conversation with and who have been stationed there for years?” She sounded a little exasperated.
“Careful there, anger tends to leave wrinkles on your skin.” I told her mockingly.
 “Sorry Barbie, but that’s something that doesn’t concern me.”
 We continued like this for about an hour.  She then said she had some results for me.  When I asked what results. She told me she had decided to have some of my blood analyzed, and that the results had just gotten back.
 This had the effect of almost immediately sobering me up.  “Did they reveal anything new?”
 She looked at me straight in the eye, “Yes, they did.”
 “And?” I asked, wanting to know why she had suddenly gotten so serious.
 “If it was up to me, I would have you tied up and shipped as far away from our planet as possible.” I was worried.
 “What are you talking about?” I was beginning to get exasperated by her evasive answers.
 “Settle down there Fat Man Little Boy Tsarbomba” She barked at me.  “Those things you’re made up of, they are a danger to our planet.”
 “Fat Man?  Tsarbomba? I, I don’t understand.”
 “Of course you don’t!  How long did it take you to understand that lover of yours was a scumbag?”
 “Could you drop that and get to the point.”
 “Those things, each and every one of those bots is some sort of supercomputer and an energy source.  They are somehow contained, but we estimate each one can produce around 10 to the 26th power Watts per second.  Do you know what that is?”
 I looked at her dumbfounded for a few seconds, before mouthing “The sun.”
 She nodded, “Yes Tsarbomba, each of those things produces as much energy as the sun.”
 “But I can’t. . .”
 “Of course you can’t!  But that is why Mergenese Edward Cullen wanted to steal you away.  He wants to harness that power for himself!”
 “And Vova doesn’t?” I asked, the information leaving me weak in my stomach.
 “He would if he knew.  General Gerasimov is keeping that bit from him for now.”
 I simply nodded.  It was hours before I could get myself to shower and go to sleep.  Suddenly, the sleeping pod felt really small.
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