::About Oceania Azure::
A new Smoke Twines tale that follows Tyeko, a charrie from the original Smoke Twines and others.
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Imagine a world with constant war. Imagine a world where madmen control vast empires. Imagine a world where a mere vapor can kill. This is the world of Oceania Azure.
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Smoke Twines: Oceania Azure
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Friday, June 13, 2003
Tyeko observed the commanders. They were foolish in their arrogance; their finest stupidity rested in mistreating the children they were steadily honing to kill; children whose fears of any presence in this existential world was quickly being dissolved, yet these commanders in persisting in their arrogance, their torturing...what was the point? Tyeko grasped the Commanders weaknesses; he himself recongized that they were nothing in comparison to...well, nothing in comparison to his own skills. If the need be, he imagined he could annhiliate their presence; but it was the other children. The war was concluding, Tyeko could sense it in the urgency of the News Casters, i nteh decrepit faces of hte Generals as they stated their generic scripture, "The war is generally running in our favor; we assume that we may very well have conquered the Akirian empire within a few hours."
Tyeko's glanced towards the boy next to him within the mess hall, stolidly stooped before the less than fine quality nourishment they were provided with, "If there's one thing I know, it's that unless I'm involved, nothing is going to stop my father."
"What?" The kid's eyes widened in the reverent fear all children had developed for Tyeko, despite his best efforts to evolve a friendship, "What do you want?"
"The newscasters, you hear them? Their telling blatant lies. The D.A is about to collapse, and this war is about to conclude in Akira's favor. I doubt it will last even another month."
The kid's eyes narrowed in darkened suspicion at any thought surpassing basic observation, "What do you mean, lieing? Newscasters don't lie; that's their job. To make sure the government stays in check."
"HA," Tyeko's own voice shattered the muffled mumbles that constituted noise within the room, thought the broken noise quickly reformed from the sparse, naked silence, "The government has it's own way of dealing with checks."
THe boy's eyebrows narrowed, the pale lighting of the hall reflecting off of his inteligent, yet lacking prudent, eyes, "So, what are you saying? The D.A's going to lose? But why the hell are we here for then? We're not gonna have any armies to fight with..."
Tyeko's fingers converged into a fist, "EXACTLY. Why are we here? What is the point? We're not even learning things anymore; over hte past weeks we've been trained in everything they've got, but suddenly, it just stops. All the talk of us as heroes, as the inspirations to war, all of it, just ends. Now, we're just "Fighting" outside every day; I don't know what they're working towards. I think something terrible happened...and now, they don't think there's a point anymore."
"The Ural Mountains were finnally taken," The boy stated, bluntly, without the slightest flicker of consideration or register of how very astout the statement was.
"Wh---my god, you're absolutely right..." Tyeko whispered, then, with the subconscious knowledge of the effect it would have, as the sudden urgency to aquire companionship as a plan formulated within his skull, stated, "I never would have thought of that."
The boy's cheeks blushed deeply, as Tyeko had anticipated; the respect he had earned as a military genius was finnally begginning to be useful...a monetary form, almost.
"Didn't I kill you once?" Tyeko struggled to inflect his voice to formulate the sarcasm.
The boy apparently grasped the subtle shift, his lips brightening in unison with eyes, "I don't think there's anyone in this room you haven't killed."
"Heh," Tyeko stated, struggling for modesty. Yes, he needed the otheres now; they could not be confined to this horrific place any longer, not now, not as the shaping of the future was about to be unveiled. He had to halt his father; the future could not be shaped without his hands. Yet, for some reason, Irieshu persisted in containing him here...he would have to escape. He could not do it merely alone...
In the peripheral horizon of his eye, Tyeko noticed a guard briefly whisper to another, who, face instantly grave, quietly exited through the Mess Hall doors and proceeded to fade from the meager visual repository that the double-door window provided.
He shook his head quietly, still gazing at the boy whom was smiling before him. A single step down a long path...but it was neccessary. This place had served it's purpose; now, it was no more than a cage.
Tyeko and the boy continued watching the news in silence, until finnally they had finished their meals.
They noted many things that quiet hour:
1. The newscasters clothing quality had significantly improved.
2. THe war footage shown was actually repitions of previous battles.
3. There was not a single General who wasn't grim.
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