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A much calmer voice echoed across the plains, as a body shot up from the oceans next to the coastline. Spinning a strange trident in his hands, the male's legs were totally crossed as he sat down on a wave that was coming into the bay... and coming... and coming... and it was suddenly in front of them, the water having stretched all this way as the male sat on top of it, one eye closed and the other, red one, piercing as the blue eye had been closed.
"What our large friend said, though, isn't exactly false."
The male who had appeared wasn't like the Shark Beast. He was nowhere near as large or strong, certainly, but for certain his will was nearly as bright. This was James Mizumuzi, the one who had suffered at the hands of the Iramasha and rose above it. This was the first of the Nature Iramasha, and a relic who had been taught in the forms of ancient Judaism. It was a strange thought to call him a man of God, but those teachings had long since given him his moral compass, and that moral compass was whirring in all kinds of directions as he had meditated on what the woman had said.
"I am afraid that you are going to be denied by emotion. Do you not know the history of Russia, Mother of Quincy?" The young-looking man asked her as he opened both eyes, revealing the red and the blue. "I can see you are a master of manipulation... but trying to manipulate the male before you would lead to him gouging out all of his own senses, even knocking out his own link with his body and having it fight against you unconsciously... And you don't want him to remove his limiters."
The male explained to her, his neck slowly swerving to one side as it began to pop, a sigh leaving his lips as he relaxed. "For the sake of courtesy of this land, you may say what you have come to say... but do not forget history." The male known as James Mizumuzi told the woman... and it was so. The history of Russia had never once seen an outside force take it, by any means. It had defied every attempt to take it over, suffered but never surrendered. Even if she were to start a violent war with this country, that would never change... even if she were to take the country over, still it would never change. She would be fought and resisted every single point of the way, no matter what. To take over Russia was a task so difficult that the greatest leaders in history had never had a prayer of accomplishing it. And yet, this is just what this woman was attempting to do.
The male opened his mouth then, yawning loudly. After all, he had just woken up from relaxing in the bay, having been clearing it of its nuclear pollution while he slept. "Russia doesn't make deals. It's been screwed every time it has in the past. What prayer does your manipulation have against men whose will has allowed them to remain their own people even in these times?" The male questioned her at last, honestly curious about what it was that allowed for her to have the courage to perform this daunting task before herself...
...Really… she's being far too polite. Acting like that would only make someone like the Shark Beast more disinclined… he hates deception more than anything else, even if it's only holding yourself back… The male thought to himself as he laid out on the wave, taking out a pure-blue shaped apple and biting sparingly into it, chewing on it as he watched the confrontation.
And he could feel it. He could feel the wave from within her; the wave of ambition. It was that more than anything else that gave him pause as he continued to chew, the blue-haired male's right eye still closed as small tendrils of water began to rise up around him, spinning in slow circles. ...The biggest problem is… she's not offering them anything they don't already have… or want… She's missing an essential facet of bartering. Your buyer MUST have desire for your product in order for you to sell it… anything else is tyranny. Or communism, I guess. The six-thousand odd year old man thought to himself as he remembered the past, before smiling and swallowing.
It was then that he smiled at her, finally opening that pure-red, slash marked eye. "Ha… You really thought I was Russian for a second there, didn't you. Sorry to disappoint; I'm a Jew." The male expressed as he stood up straight, that smile still on his face as he totally hid his intentions and beliefs behind a thick veil, having totally and completely replaced the façade he had briefly displayed to Nozomi, changing as easily as the flow of water as he relaxed back into a standing position, the earring on his left ear jangling about as he looked her in the eyes, listening to what she had to say.
"And do you know either of our histories? Apparently not." The male bit back.. .surprisingly fiercely. It was no surprise. If Nozomi had any idea of the history of the male, it was one fraught with tragedy due to other's being afraid of him. However, in his case, he wasn't seeking a deal, but only acceptance… but he was denied to exist. "Know your history…" The male muttered as he closed his eyes, sitting back in a chair that formed in the air out of ice, one leg crossing over the other.
… The male was overall deciding to refrain judgment when it came to this discussion. The simple fact was that James' position was more like an advisor and an ally that Radio could depend on at any time. However, there was something more than that. This man had dealt with politics all six thousand years of his life, and he was no stranger to their functions. Indeed, he had refused to even lead his own branch of the Nature Iramasha within Iriamasha Island.
"…" The male was totally silent as he just stared at Nozomi, with a totally blank look on his face. ...Russia grows on the power of hardship. That's what's given it strength in the past. Taking that away… that'd be the same as killing Russia. … Utopia is a lie for this reason; no strong person can exist where hardship is not present… The male thought sadly to himself as his eyes reflected that sadness as he looked upon Nozomi and her dreamland.
"Just stay calm, my friend. She isn't the type to harm innocents." The male spoke reassuringly to Radioactive, as even he could read that aura around Nozomi. She genuinely didn't wish pain upon people in general; but she would do whatever she had to when it came to it. That was what impression the Nature Iramasha had gotten from her, in any case, and he reckoned himself a decent judge of character.
James was only partly looking at Nozomi; he was also watching Radio. Watching the way the male glanced at him, it dawned on him how much trust the male had for him, and he blinked, pleasantly surprised despite himself. It reminded him of Moonie, more than anything; how honest they were with their emotions and feelings, and how when they trusted someone, they did their absolute best because of that same honesty. ...Maybe not attractive men… but noble, truly noble… huh… The male sighed within himself as he listened to the Shark Beast's further statements.
...In other words, the polite ones… James thought, sadly but genuinely, to himself as a riding crop made of flowing ice appeared in his hands, twiddling it between his fingers as he absorbed himself slightly within his thoughts. And James could feel it, just as he had thought earlier. The rising reaction from him. The Nuclear Source of Russia was being tilted towards instability, but James did not believe it would quite lead to meltdown.
"Here. Munch and breathe. It'll help with the stress." The Iramasha muttered, but knew Radio could hear him well enough, as a pair of ice cubes appeared in his hands, tossing them to Radio. Even against the Shark Beast's teeth they would take a good ten seconds or so to be grounded into powder, and the cool flow of totally pure water which flowed out of them would most likely literally cool the male's head. James hoped it would help him relax. After all, only in times of calm could one accurately perceive the world, and the male didn't want the Shark Beast to feel distracted by the very fact that his emotions were rising.
Ïf I may."
James stated simply as his body rose up again, his body slowly sliding as a trail of ice was left in his wake, the Nature Iramasha sliding in between the two of them as he looked eye to eye with Nozomi, his mismatched eyes staring directly into her pure-red ones, before smiling. A true, honest, unyielding smile. "I know you must have thought about this a hundred times by now, so what is your created answer to this question? I'd be glad to hear it." The male stated, as he looked down at his left hand, forming the petite limb into a fist like a flower closing its bloom as he raised it into the air, still not breaking her gaze with her.
"How do you expect for people to grow strong without suffering? A utopia as you describe cannot allow suffering, and yet without it beings are literally nothing but sheep. What will keep it from being fake? And most importantly, why are you so desperately trying to cause us to enter a conflict?"
The male asked her directly as the fist opened up, the smile leaving his face as the crop in his other hand extended into a staff, his right hand being placed on the ground as he slowly breathed in and out, a white mist appearing from his mouth, though not enough to remain for longer than a few seconds. "You possess the knowledge. You know what this will likely lead to. What are you going to do to try to push your agenda into us, when we are directly opposed to the concept of Utopia? We are not against you. We do not judge you simply because you are an outsider, and not because you are offering us a deal. We would cease to be within Utopia. There is no possible way you reached your pinnacle without struggling, in a utopia. Nothing can exist but endless ranks of sheep within a Utopia… and those who attempt to defy the Utopia will be crushed by it just as easily." The male said, his voice sad, but it was true as he turned around to look at Radioactive with a small smile.
"But I wonder if you are prepared to fight the single most powerful being currently residing on the face of this planet, while totally surrounded by the element he is most powerful in. Or, enraging that concept to have him come after you… Haha." He laughed, before turning his gaze back to her, that calm expression still on his face as the staff was held down at his side, his stance unguarded.
"You want our stories? You would pay as much attention to them as we do towards your dystopia. Do you know what you ask? Surely you do, but you asked it anyway." The male stated, his teeth suddenly gritting as he asked her if she knew what she did, the staff growing three prongs and breaking apart into a thousand pieces as he gripped it to hard, his expression suddenly becoming like stone, almost… frightening.
"A Jew, living in Egypt. Cast out from his people for being different. Attempted to ascend to where he belonged, among the Iramasha. Was brutally denied, sent back to earth, was told HE DID NOT EXIST by a place exactly like what you describe… but at least without the hypocrisy to call itself perfect. Suffering, seeing the suffering so many of his kind without being able to offer them a home, only able to try to alleviate their suffering the best he could. Finally forcing them to recognize that they exist. Effort and hardship wrought that Christmas Day two years ago, and it would have been worth nowhere near as much if they had simply allowed us in. I never would have found the others. I never would have sought them. That would have been the end, and they would STILL be suffering."
He finally finished, before dropping his arms to his sides once again, losing that spirit and becoming totally calm once more, before looking up and looking her in the eyes. "I replied honestly to your request, so you must respond to ours or this talk is over. What are you going to do when your exact offer is not accepted? What exactly are you going to do? Will you offer a compromise, are you even willing to compromise? OR will you try something on us, some form of assault. We can clearly see yoru desire is for this land, and to hold dominion and influence of it in order to increase your own position. Your intentions, they may be good or evil… but the simple fact is anything that easy in this life… I cannot see as worth doing. There's no satisfaction… and satisfaction is the only reason we draw breath, isn't it, Radio?"
The man asked, suddenly turning around to the Shark Beast as his body continued to slide, going behind Nozomi now as he looked out upon the ocean, even listlessly. "...Russia is a haven for those who wish to avoid a large influence consuming them. On this barren Earth, it is a bastion of hope and defiance. It refuses to yield to the demons at its side or the corruption below. And how is it able to do that? By knowing it is in danger. Danger response… that is what has made Russia strong. You don't want that strength… you only want the land and status. And that… that is what sickens Radio to his core, and saddens me. Because that is not the power of this land, these people, their meaning. If we are dissolved into your union, with you outright in charge, we lose that purpose of being strong, of what causes our strength. Without that strength, we will be consumed, by the corruptors or demons.
The biggest problem with your argument is that you demand the status and influence to do what you will with our land at your leisure. Haha… Russia has want of nothing. That's what makes it unique, and that's why it makes me so sad that you're here. You want us, period. And this si what you came up with in order to get it. I fully believe you would do it, to. But the simple fact is… we don't, nay, can't want what you're selling. I could debate this with you all day, but I think I've made my points. Which is why I asked what you will do as you know this will not work. I so dearly do not wish for this to end in combat, or to cause the unneeded sufferings of others, so here's a question you don't need to answer. Why do you actually want to do this? What are you trying to get that would require you to have a massive amount of land instead of a powerful ally? What is it you're hoping to accomplish? I believe your raw intellect may far surpass my mere mortal ones, and… that's why I hope you can explain a good reason why. I hope there is a good reason. Because I can't think of one, and the fact that you did not start talking with us by expressing what you actually want is what is making Radio's stomach do summersaults and making me so sad."
The male finally finished as he closed his eyes, chuckling to himself as he did so. The chuckle changed into a full-blown laugh as he reached a hand onto his face, his head looking upwards as he turned half-way around, looking at Nozomi with his red eye which peeked through his hair as he spoke, still laughing. "Your dream of peace , if that is your intention, you knew was going to require war of some kind in order to accomplish, and you STILL put this up for us? Yahweh… did you ever intend for such a cursed being to exist, for this meeting to happen? Or is chaos to blame, the things which… should not exist… staring us in the face…" The male was in tears as the water flowed down his face, before is knees slightly began to buckle.
"Oh, Lord in heaven… what is wrought here…?' The male muttered as he stared at the ground. "Unless ambition is abandoned… more will suffer.. Or… ambition is changed…?" He asked at last as he straightened himsel, before suddenly flopping back onto his back, staring up at the sky.
[i]Man I'm tired now… you try standing between two stupidly powerful beings or that long and not eel like your nerves are shot…! The male thought in second person as he panted slightly, before sitting up again, watching whatever was about to occur, his thoughts revealing the true reasons between his erratic actions.