Blitzkrieg [Nozomi, Iran Thread]

Human beings are a very busy species; they live short lives compared to the other races of power, and as such are usually always moving ahead with a goal in mind. It is admirable, but often it is said they focus so much on their work that they don't really sit back to enjoy the ambience of the world around them—it is difficult for them to appreciate it. Just relax. Listen. Hear the hum of the electronics running nearby, or the wooshing of wind as it passes by. The idle chatter. The chirping of birds. The creaking in the night. When told, it is easy enough to listen in on the environment, but as soon as your attention drifts away... the sounds vanish from your mind's eye again. For the majority of their lives, humans are deaf to subtle sounds in the background. They're much too busy with other things to pay attention.

The setting was Iran.

Nothing was out of the ordinary for any old day here, nothing to draw their attention away from whatever they may be doing. The population was blissfully oblivious to what was about to happen, and none of them were truly prepared for it either. It is possible they couldn't have expected it, but it wasn't completely out of the blue on the other hand; one needed a sense of the world around them, to see the flow of power moving. Directly adjacent to Iran was the dominion of Eldrazi, the utopia that had risen up seemingly overnight. Its propaganda often made its way into Iran's territory, speaking wonderful tales of wealth and happiness. It was hard to believe, understandably, especially with the great wall that kept the outsiders out and the insiders in...

There was a hope, of course, but what could one do about it? It was the elephant in the room but its not like they could move it; they just had to accept it. After things had calmed down, everyone went back to their own lives. Nothing had changed, until now. Legions of Eldrazi's soldiers lie in wait out of view of the country's people, machines of war prepared to launch forth. It was about to begin, and yet the population was unaware, not learned in heeding the white noise in the background. A blue-haired woman walked down the streets of Iran, whispering one word under her breath, to signal the start of the takeover.

''Blitzkrieg.''

All at once, the signal was recieved, and they burst forth in arms. They were Quincy, both pure and Graustrom, storming the cities upon the rooftops. Bows, crossbows, slingshots, guns, and all other types of ranged weaponry were summoned. Bearing the uniform and insignia of the Eldrazi, and prejudiced their aim against those of the opposing police and military, determining their targets by uniform. Lives were not taken unless by force of hand—the Eldrazi units were able to skillfully disarm and incapacitate their foes, taking them down before they even had a chance to react. Despite that, the country would rise into panic, unsure of what was going on. Foreign soldiers were on their streets, and metal beasts soared in the air above them. At this rate, nearly all of the opposing country's military might would be overpowered in a matter of an hour. Those remaining would not be able to put up a fight to resist.

Meanwhile, Nozomi resided within Tehran, the capital of the country, standing atop the Golestan Palace looking out upon the city. Iran already had another name labeled on it—Tsubasa Unabara—and he would be made her enemy by circumstance, and not by anything he himself perpetrated. If that man still wanted this land, this is where he would arrive to defend it. Nozomi had made her will more than clear enough, and now it was up to him whether to resolve the matter peacefully or physically. Hopefully, he would concede and spare all parties involved the trouble of a fight, for then there would be no need for casualties. But, when it came to someone with such a dark side within them, Nozomi couldn't expect everything to turn out so well. She reached out and grabbed one of the two spires of the palace to lean on, as she awaiting the appearance of the Pale Rider.