Sezrian border adventure

Well as moment's turned blunder's turned quest's, it all started as an obliviously grand gesture with a supposed "quick end". If we woudl comapre it to existing media, i woudl it reminds me of that smeshariki series where they rode some bed or what they even rode to end in some jungles.... or was it that umbrella series when they ended on a mountain... Well, i wonder what would be a duo of a charming sentimentalist melancholic and a tubrocharged idealist choleric? Ahh yeah.... so in a second summer after the grand old brexan adventure, as all three were 23 year old's, Ferl went to marlplot to work as a lowly acountant in hopes of getting into a uni to be an engineer. Rue got a referal from his spiritual and combat master to join a monestary at far edge of folcrest. And Werly couldnt really just... move? She was assigned a very hopeful job being a room and repair manager of her boarding school. And Iyan dind't seem to mind much really. he learned fishing to eb self sufficient and then decided to slowly build a adobe from mud and sand. Werly, being Werly, not getting that job for at least 2 months till start of next educational year, decided to build a freaking minimal boat from planks and nails of the departemnts tore. And build she did! Then long story short what was supposed to be 3 das to shore and one night of sialing resulted in the storm sending them right across the border to... ewww, Sezrian. When i say the border was close, i mean you could see blockposts and watchtowers on the horizon..... thanfully they crashlanded at night, in jungles, and quikcly found an old secret burrow thanks to Iyan's deep attention to surroundings. need to say thye at leastw ere spared time to think and huddle close to each other. -"I am so, so, so deeply sorry! Really.... gosh.... good grief! If we survive, i swear, ill settle and never, eevr risk like that! Never!" -"No worries, Ly..... im just scared about you.... you know they ahve the nomarly extermination policy, right?' -"i do know, i mean how can i NOT know their genocidal intent? Im more so worried about you still... i can hide, i can adapt, i can even turn into a sea creature... but i cant abandon you......!" "Lets just.... well, if we were to close the border, it would be immediately... at day all of the theriotery would be covered in serach and prevention units. Pretty simple calculus. So.... do you trust the decision im about to say?" -"I mean, after all of that, waddling throught kilometers barely afloat, can i even beg to disagree?" -"Werly, seriously, stop.... so, i think we should..." [["Face the closest mini blockpost using the divide and conquer method"]]

//A moment of truth.... Werly closes in by flying, shapeshifts right behind him (with specfically more powerful hands nonetheless), and.......// Ohhh, whats so funny about grass? After all, its industrial era! EVERYONE touches grass there besides work! Oh, turns out he's looking at a...... dancing raT! YO THE RAT AHS SOME MOVES! GOD DIGGITY DAMN! Now, Iyan could wave his hands all he wnats to gain Werly's attention, yet is it of use? Werlyw as in a full on trance. At this point boith of them spend like 5 minutes standing on the same spot. The enginner wrench one had to come, and well, smack Werly in the dead of the night.

''SEZRIAN BORDER ADVENTURE: A SHORT INTERCTIVE FIC ABOUT ANYTHING BUT BORDERS'' Not a big fan of those introductory pages alike and such! Sooo without spoliers its kind off a Henry Stickmin from temu lmao! Besides the first choice and last choice, theres only one way the cinnamon buns make it unscathed! Take the unlucky route, well.... you'll see. Happy angels day/іменини Vela! >;3 [[As it all began...]]

-"Doesn't that mean well have to...... yknow, commit the greatest sin....?" -"If we execute it smartly and in stealth, we can make it all non-lethal... but would you kill if it saved us?" -"No? I.... couldn't live with it! But ill forgive if you did....." -"So, by sk we have 3 hours before morning... consdering trip would take us an hour, we have to move now.... you ready?" -"Yes...." The jungles were as always a pain in the rear, thus a insanely lucky of position of barely 2 km the front still felt like sheer total drudgery. Alas, a small hut, some mechanized metal mosntorisities they call "Ulritcht's raptors" or simply "mechanized transport" (or in human terms a simple motocycle)..... wait, thats a very alarming dealbreaker. If they just run and cause a fuss, thye would catch up tot hem in no time.... besides that thought, for a border gaurd they looked deeply unprofessional... even with Uchma's obsession iwth border control, it seems all of them abandoned the idea all otgether. No battle gear, rifles unarmed, only 4 on patrol and rest sleeping. the explanation is simple really - Sezrian's worst nigtmare is to stand still, focused, doing nothing matching their energy levels.... understimualtion is the rot that made otherwise brilliant sezrians so reckless agrressive and in serach for radicla answers. It's easy to say that even those four were either mentally void and fully clocked in on mindless thought garbage, or barely one intrusive thought from taking their post.... and just shamelessly walking circles -"Soooo, how do you even pacify them?" -"Pretty easy consdering they dont wear a helmet..... just squish their most top angle with meiudm force, their part of brain operating to concousness is there ironically...." "Ahah.... so, ill do my beloved trick of turning into a phantom butterfly! Hate butterflies to be honest, yet theyre mosts tealthy animal possible.... but there are 4 of them. Every single one of the kinda has a path you cna take, but we have to pick the most checked out one. Maybe you decide, you seem deeply.... focused on others!" -"Ill.... try." [[Pacify the left most guard who looks at the grass intently]] [[Pacify the center most guard who seems to be studying some kind of book]] [[Pacify the left most guard who seems to be looking right in your direction with very stilish black glasses]] [[Pacify the most distant guard who is focused on tidying up his enginner wrench]]

//A moment of truth.... Werly closes in by flying, shapeshifts right behind him (with specfically more powerful hands nonetheless), and.......// Alas, the book he was reading was in fact 'The geopoltical consequeces of sezrian psyche onto border confrontations with Brexan's". So he was a full opposite of the good choice, he was actively resentful to even the notion of border incompence. He immedtaly notcied Werly and proceeded to jump in the air just to puch her across int face.... must have been hard watching from the sidelines for Iyan, knowing the slap is just the prologue to incarceration.

//A moment of truth.... Werly closes in by flying, shapeshifts right behind him (with specfically more powerful hands nonetheless), and.......// he doesn't even try resist.... YESSSS! Despite seeming the most clocked in one, he was barely in a vegetative state. Then Iyan just had to qukcly move on all fours to Werly, and you were right nearf the wire, hiden by the walls of main outpost house. celebratory in soul, you even took a quick peek on the glasses that non sleeping gentleman had. Lo and behold, the glasses were fully covered with some sort of a note..... "And if hell would ring and all will lose, till end you give my brain the greatest ruse, for if my self can ever be that loose, it's cause nobody knows me like you do!". SO he just read that back and forth.... that... makes you feel ambivalent and weird feelings. -"Iyan!" - Werly said in the most panicked whisper's of them all Right in front of you, looking dead in the eyes, was a sezrian with much more vigor in his eyes. This time with full armor, a flamethrower in his hands, he was clearly the squads offcier. you had at most three seconds before he'll notfiy anybody about you [[Kick punch him into unconciousness using the technique Rue once showed you]] [[Turn into a roaring boar and ram him]] [[Industrial glue]]

//A moment of truth.... Werly closes in by flying, shapeshifts right behind him (with specfically more powerful hands nonetheless), and.......// If there's one thing one thing you need to know from TF2 and Astra, is never bother an enginner with a wrench. The result will ALWAYS be just 'boink"!

Fine and dandy, except you're not Rue, are you? You didn't have a single badass martial arts spirutual master as your bilogical father figure. You didn't really have a zoltan physicue, which you cant really fully gain as a Marly. What was supposed to be a badass double spin followed by a pefect kick below his legs..... well, it was actually a F tier gym jump with zero kicking and Werly just.... plonked right onto the sezrian. Its not just L aura, it made that same sezrian offcier scream. Now that was arleady a death sentence. Iyan, losing all reason, ran forward, deeply worried, only to be bonked by a not so soft enginner wrench. Rest is up to the military court.

Yeah i dont know in which univesre you are that you believe all of those "Наливай куме горілки стаканчик, БІГАЄ ПО ПОЛЮ ВЕСЕЛО КАБАНЧИК!" propaganda. i mean a roaring boar???? Thats either actually a boaring boar, which is same as "масло масляне", or youre cosplaying Dess, Rudy or Papyrus..... To spare all spooky gory deatils, Werly was promptly and quickly roasted like grass during summer..... yeah. poor Iyan :(

Woah, GENIUS! Of course, how else! Glue the commanders month and he wont say even a spec resembling a word, even a fraction of a sound! It's not like we dont have a person who carries glue everywhere. Non toxic glue btw, so its not like he'll choke or stuff! Ferl said sezrians and zoltes have a nose, right? So while that random was in the exact liminal space between realization and action, Werly just Foxy jumpsacred him, fully glued his little month shut, and hen transfroemd herself to have enought power to put him on ground. -"Iyan, what should we do? Quick!" A peculiar question. indeed! Considering theres at least three more guards, and they fancy themselfs a nice flamethrowher. And as Werly abrely kept him in place tried to pull that helmet downa nd non lethally pacify him, Iyan couldnt help but see that taht sezrians hand streched out to grab the flamethowher [[Try to gently keep his hand from moving]] [[Violently claw his hand to make it bloody and paralyzed]]

By all reasonable metrics, maybe the tell that sezrians and zoltes are nothing comparable in power is a lie, since surely at leats this sezrian had nerves of steel. Iyan even put both his hands onto his one, yet sooner and not alter he pressed the flametworhers trigger. Now instead of getting to them three it put the wooden wall fo the outpost aflame. There was no way back. Werly even tried turning into kersalinian raptop, but alas, too late. At the last second, ever, the book reading sezrian just.... rode over her with the emchnaic counterpart. -"WERLY! WERLY! Werly...." No answer.

Something really did override Iyan's sense of behavior, and i eman truly, cause for the most passive creature of quartet to start clawing anotehr beings hand...... tahts weird.... i eman he could have even damaged veins if it was a brexan and not a sezrian (Sezrians and zoltes have fully inner veins behind a lot of skin). Werly was deeply dsitraugh, thought when she saw the flamethwower nearby she got the idea. AFter she did pull the helmet off and pacified him, all was clear and set in the end. And they both cautiosly sprinted into canopies and then started crawling throught the grass. Not 15 minutes passed and a giant fuss appeared at the blockpost. Basically over the board, the both layed low in one of old logs, Werly having to malform and chnage form only to still be up close to Iyan's face. The nasty revving sounds of their wicked mahcinery were heard for 4 minutes or more, until all was clear. -"Gosh.... holly molly, what even was teh reason you clawed that poor soul so badly? Sorry.... i mean it wasn't that violent, but still!" -"Ehhhh.... I just...." [["Thought it was the most logical decision..."]] [["I feared so much i would lose you!! That's all....]]

-"is it thought? I mean.... but yeah sure! Im truly happy we survived this! Woahh, yaay!" somehow iyan felt like a bit of soul crushing lie..... like he lost something. Cmon Iyan, don't be so sad! It is your diligince and deciision making finesse that saved.... //her//! And as you waited for motors to rise again, seeing as they return, youe xited. Werly turned into a raptor, and you btoh traveled to the zoltan republic border, where they were more rational and stropped you, asking to show documnets and tell your story, whcih you did. And as you took the caravan to your home, paying for the seat sicne you were too tired, you both totally agreed - why tell your other friends at all? After all, why should they know you made such a dumb bludner of all blunders?

-"Actually.... i too! In a weird way, heh! In an overly..... atached way? Like..... i treasured your life more, too? Not cause of that self esteem blow..... fuhgedetaboutit!!!!" Like some sort of mental warp that best Brexan agents could salivate in their dreams over, the world turned upside day in Iyan's mind yet seemed like it was.... well, alaways that way! the regural air you shared felt like some sort of sulfur jsut by Iyan's focus on it, and Werly seemed like she's suddenly tarcking your every pore. Time froze indefiinitely, and felt like it was a very sticky honey endlessly getting streched.... Iyan started running tens, maybe hundreds of analyses of every letter in what Werly said. And they all seemed to go same, spread across year's conclusion. You could'nt believe it, but Werly thought about it too.. -"I dont feel much like a friend, Iyan.... weird, consdering..... consdeRIIIIIIING.... awwww, shit!" It was a common knowledge fact Werly never swore. Just this year she only swore once before, and it was when her favorite teacher passed from the liivng world. -"Have we even said the word 'Friend" recently?" -"ARGHHHHH, Iyan! Iyan....." -"I could move farther if you want, if i even can reasonably do that..." -"No, Iyan, stay.... please, stay.....!!" And as you waited for motors to rise again, seeing as they return, you exited. Werly was weirdly against a quick raptor trasnformation, so you just powerwalked to the zoltan republic border, where they were more rational and stropped you, asking to show documnets and tell your story, whcih you did. And as you took the caravan to your home, paying for the seat sicne you were too tired, they both totally agreed - why tell your other friends at all? After all, why should they know both weirdly cant stop thinking about each other?