N: When they had arrived home, Johann and Rowen were in the living room, along with a now awake MC, and the Mandorian immediately spotted his daughter and stretched out his arms to embrace her.
However, when Niko asked about his father, Johann advised that the boy not see him, wanting the boy to not see the terrible state Wolfgang was in.
"You've been busy," he chuckled as he held Ella, "MC tells me that Poldara took you to the local school. How did you find it?"
"We had a great day," Helena replied excitedly, "we met two people who were really nice. One was called Sara, just like Grandmama, and the other was called Zack, and he said that I was pretty." She kept on going about what they did, until she finally said, "oh yeah, and you're famous too."
"Huh," Johann wondered, and when Poldara explained about the tv series and the figurines, he frowned, "so, you're telling me and Wolfe to live out our life, but anyone could figure out who we are from a glance?"
M: Poldara shrugged, "Probably not, yes they may notice the similarity, but no modern human in their right mind would automatically assume you are centuries old, much less actually point it out, I think you'll be fine. Not to mention it's supposed to be a kids' show."
"Well I think it's nice that you guys get to be remembered in such a way," Rowen said, "I kind of want to see this 'tv series' I wonder what kind of adventures you guys get up to in it."
"Well, only one way to find out," MC stated, walking over to the couch and picking up the remote, "I don't think anyone else has got plans today, why not indulge ourselves in animated fantasy."
N: "Sure," Johann nodded as he and Helena sat down on the sofa to watch, and eventually Nikolaus joined them.
When the show was on, the Saxon cringed at the sight of his animated father, and when he heard the character's voice, he winced. "He sounds nothing like him," he commented, "who chose the actor? Eclipse?"
"It sort of sounds like Uncle Wolfe," Ella added, "he just has more energy than your vater."
M: "Niko, there isn't anyone alive beside Mandara and Derogan who remember how your dad and his friends sound like," Rowen reminded the boy, "there are going to be a few differences here and there, like how they put Johann as the leader of the group. I say this as no offence to my son, but if anyone was the leader of your little gang it was Erna, she was the only one who kept you three boys from burning down Britain."
N: "Now that I can agree with," Johann chuckled, "and I still wonder how she kept us in check."
"She's my Mutter," Niko mumbled as he watched the animated Erna on screen, "she always had the strength to keep us in check."
M: "That's Ernie alright, I always admired that girl up until the end," Rowen smiled with nostalgia.
The group watched the TV show for several hours, even Wolfgang joined them once he finally picked himself back up from last night. The plot of the show portrayed the four friends as a band of misfit adventurers that would travel across a heavily fantasized version of Europe battling monsters and bands of Prussians. Prussia was of course portrayed as the big bad guy, the cruel and sadistic necromancer who had a knack of kidnapping Mandara and Derogan.
At the end of every other 30-minute-long episode, it gave Prussia some sympathetic moments of being upset that his plans didn't work, or being bullied by a mysterious higher power, which didn't seem strange to MC, Poldara, and Adira, but Rowen and the rest were certainly annoyed with it.
N: After they had finished one of the many seasons of the show, Johann turned to the Mandarians and asked, "why does Prussia keep on getting a redemption moment every other episode? That's not how he was in real life, and he definitely didn't deserve a redemption moment 300 years ago."
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A Roleplay with Mittens365
AdventureAnother roleplay with Mittens, so get ready as you sit back and enjoy the ride :D Featuring the Mandarians, the British and the Eternals as usual, with this alternative universe set several centuries after the events of 'Death and Rebirth'.
