A Random Book of Randomness

The Last Roleplay pt 4

L:   After a more than six-hour long road trip that involved multiple stops at secret border checkpoints and bases, Iremacht arrived at the edge of Mandara. He had been debating on whether or not to call Mandara ahead of time and request to meet up. What if Mandara refused? It would put the country on high alert if Iremacht attempted to snoop around himself. He contacted his agents based in Mandara to begin preparations for an independent investigation if he did have to take matters into his own hands.

For now, Iremacht rested at one of his many underground bunkers. He had a phone in his hand, one that could not be traced, and tapped his finger on the armrest of his chair as he thought of what to say and who would pick up.

He dialed a number and called the main line to the Mandarian estate.

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"Prudoria. Prudoria. Wake up, man."

TU shook Prudoria's sleeping form, hoping he wasn't in a comma or something. He'd wanted to give their guest as much rest as possible and forgot to wake him up earlier. It was dark outside but not quite too late for dinner.

"You hungry? We're making food right now." Well, the staff was making food; TU couldn't cook for shit.

M:   Prudoria groaned as he woke up, slightly frustrated that he was being dragged out of the best sleep of his life.

"I don't wanna get up," he whined, sounding like a kid who didn't want to go to school, "the bed is too comfy, besides, I told you that slop stuff tastes terrible I'd rather starve than eat that shit."

Prudoria probably had real food maybe once or twice, and even then, it was just bread and an orange, and that was to test if he could eat real food, so the entity didn't know what TU was talking about.

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It was quiet in the Mandarian estate, most of the residents were either at work or in their own country for the time being, except for two people. Zalia had become the designated babysitter for Adira ever since Poldara brought her home, she enjoyed being around the child so she didn't mind, she knew her most trusted assassin could run their gang while she was away.

Zalia was making dinner for Adira when the phone rang in the kitchen; she preferred to cook her own food just like her father. Thinking it was Poldara calling to check on his daughter, she picked it up without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello cousin, Adira is doing fine, she's having her milk right now and I'm almost done with dinner, are you going to be here before or after Mandara and Dad come home, you know I prefer to be out of here before they arrive so I don't have to deal with them whining about my clan."

L:   Iremacht blinked. A woman's voice? Cousin? It sounded like she was taking care of Adira, so it must've been someone trusted. A human? No, Mandara and DAD? And what's this about a clan?

Who could be her cousin, Iremacht thought, quickly bringing up the political family tree he had memorized in his head. Someone close to Adira. That would be Poldara, then. Poldara's cousin ... that would be Johann and ... ah.

"Apologies, I'm actually looking for Poldara," Iremacht said politely. "I'm an officer from Germany and I had a message for him. Do you know when he'd be back?"

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"Slop??" TU made an offended gasp. "I'll have you know that our cook makes the best barbeque ribs in all of Germany." He paused. "You must've rarely eaten real food, huh? Fine, I'll let your food insult slide this time. Come downstairs and we'll give you your first taste of LIVING."