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Through a Board Director's Eyes: A tale beyond the RDNA-verse.

Or, a snapshot from within the Agency.

Epilogue - In Memoriam

15 years ago...

Logan was part of a small expedition in yet another "undertaker" mission. The aging Austrian operative, now considered a veteran in his line of work, was put in charge as the expedition's leader. But this time though seemed different. Peculiar readings from this world, designated APH-0987-45, prompted him and his fellows to return here one more time. Officially, it's to collect whatever else could be salvaged and find if possible the source of the strange, if faint readings. Which shouldn't make damn sense, he mused while going through rubble. No one was supposed to be alive here. If anyone was left, they surely must be on their last breath by now.

They were at the fringes of what was once a small community, presumably of what was left of humanity. It was very eerie to say the least. There wasn't even a sound from the wind. Underneath his grey coat, he was wearing protective body suits and a transparent mask underneath his hood. His suit's programmed body safeguard protection should be enough to protect him from the radiation effects. Enough to kill a man in a matter of hours. At least it's better than those bulky radsuits...

"Sir, there's no sign of life anywhere here," one of his expedition members muttered through a vox-radio. "There's no one left."

"Keep searching, damn it!" he groaned. "At the very least, we should be able to find the source of this mess!" Looking around, he caught glimpses of what the last days of this world must have been like.

"To think there was a war here just weeks ago. Torn this place apart until there's nothing left here," one of the newer members of the undertaker expedition crew mumbled, rather upsettingly as an older member put his arm over his colleague in comfort.

And who could blame 'em? Here and there were the remains of belongings: books, furniture, broken toys and other artifacts left over from far better times. From a world before an even greater conflict than the once that had just happened consumed it in fire. And signed everyone's death warrants. All surrounded by rotting corpses, some of which no longer looked human. Logan remembered the first time he took this undertaker duty.

"Monsieur Logan!" One of the French-speaking Agents called out to the Austrian as she and another colleague approached him. "I think we found a signal, but it's very faint."

"Where?!"

They pointed to a faint path leading away from the smoking ruins. It was towards the barren lands beyond that were covered in even more dangerous levels of fallout. All while this settlement bled itself to nothing.

"Not even my world's end got this bad," he sighed to himself before following the trail, motioning the expedition to keep pace. As he did, he approached an all too familiar hamlet, or rather what remained of a more decent home. This was one of the first places he came to when he and his team first arrived at this now dead world. This really can't be...

Glancing about, he noticed objects scattered about the floor. Objects that weren't visible the last time he was here. The trail, now with more discenable footprints, seemed to go past a hole in the hovel and back into the dusty wastes.  But among the scattered items on the floor was a peculiar photograph. It was yellowed with age and nearly colorless. He gently picked up the photograph, careful not to rip it or cause damage. It was of a young family with their son in the middle. Yet something about the parents seemed oddly familiar. Almost like a coincidence. Gott, this can't be them...can it? Before he could look closer, he heard a faint cry in the distance.

"Um, Monsieur Logan?"

Logan turned around to find the French woman and the rest of his increasingly jittery team.

"Did you hear something?"

"Hear what, Monsieur?"

Verdammt, can't be in my head! Without saying another word, the Austrian rushed to follow the trail once more. With each passing second, the footsteps grew more fresh, the faint sounds more audible. Over the horizon, he saw a great mass of rubble and fallen buildings on both sides of a now dried up riverbed. After running down the trail for who knew how long, at the middle of the former Danube, he finally saw what looked like a small group of people laying on the dry bedrock. Fighting exhaustion as he came closer and closer, he ran towards them.

Gott, you better not die on me! You...Nein...

What Logan found however made his heart sink with shock. Before him were two dead bodies, rapidly decaying with each passing second. Hands reaching out for each other. Despite their rotted clothing, hair and dwindling skin, there was still enough to identify the remains. One was of a woman. The other, a man. He noticed a peculiar dead flower still attached on the dead woman's hair. A pair of cracked glasses laying close to the dead man's corpse. For a brief moment, he thought they seemed familiar. As if they're...Nein, couldn't be!

He lowered his head, more overcome with grief than any sense of sickness. "Gott. I'm too late..."

It was then that he noticed the body of a small child not far from the two decaying corpses, an arm outstretched as if trying in vain to reach for them. A young boy in ragged garments who, despite his nigh-skeletal body, looked more asleep than dead but not by much. Logan quickly went over to check on the child.

"Bitte, be alive. Durch Gottes Willen!" he swore as he took out his sonic probe, scanning the boy's body. To his relief, he noticed a faint pulse from the child's chest. That it seemed incredibly unusual for any human being to survive this crumbling world up to this point, for a brief moment didn't register to the Agent. All that matter was this lone survivor's safety. I have to get him out of here!

"Mr. Herz?!"

Logan carefully picked up the near-dying boy and turned to his expedition team who had been trying to catch up with him. "We found what we came for! Quickly, get us back to the Portal Terminal NOW! Schnell!"

"About time!" the other Agent sighed. "This world's very stability is on the brink!"

Soon afterwards, all members of the undertaker exhibition team were teleported away in a flash of light, one by one. The leader with his unconscious discovery sighed, looking at the corpses as the light consumed them both.

"I'm sorry, kid. I couldn't save them..."

...

"Do I get to stay with you, Herr Logan?" A now recovering and healthier looking Jonatan timidly asked Logan on his medical bed in the Medical Center.

The old Austrian nodded warmly. "How time flies. Eh, kid?"

It had been six months since the old Agent rescued the child out of that dying world. And none too soon. While the child was still very thin and fragile, it masked the incredibly fast recovery Jonatan had...

The young boy shyly smiled. "I'm going to live with your family, ja?"

"Of course!" Logan smiled. "Wouldn't want you to be out alone here!"

"Are they nice?"

"Ja. They are. Good people, one and all."

Jonatan nodded, almost hesitantly before looking out the window at the soaring galactic sky of the Hub Sanctuary.

Logan sighed softly before he took out a little present from the inner pockets of his jacket. "Hey, I've something for you. It is your birthday today, ja?"

Jonatan raised his eyebrow as he turned to the old Austrian man. "W-Why did you ask?" The young boy was then given a wrapped up present, very confused at first.

"Go on, Bitte. Open it," Logan encouraged the young boy. He watched as the kid carefully unwrapped the ribbon and wrapping paper to find a box. His smile however became somber when Jonatan opened the lid.

It was a small, framed photograph. A vividly coloured copy of a very familiar young family, with a much younger Jonatan smiling in the middle. Even the wilted flower on his late mother's brown hair seemed to glimmer. The boy stared at the picture frame as he held it in his hands with wide silent eyes.

"I asked a good friend of mine to make a colored copy of the original photograph. It took some time, but it paid off. Just for you, kid," Logan explained in a soft tone.

Jonatan's hands shook the more he stared at the picture. "H-How?!" he gasped. Then with startling speed, the kid crumpled the replica and threw it out the window. This took the old Austrian aback. He didn't expect the child's reaction to be like this. "I'm - I'm sorry," he said as he hugged his legs on his bed, tears beginning to well up.

The old Austrian sighed as the boy looked down, hair covering his face as tears dropped from his cheeks. "Nein, I shouldn't have done that. Perhaps one day-"

"NEM! I don't want it!" Jonatan snapped at him angrily before his face softened down to a very apologetic look, "I don't want to see it again." His head buried in his arms as he cried. "I don't want to see them anymore!"

Without saying a word, Logan stood up and laid a gentle pat on the child's back before turning away. One day, you'll have to face it... But as he was about to exit the room, he turned back with a melancholy smile. "Trust me on this, kid. You'll make it. You've got to."

...

All was quiet inside Jonatan's medical room as the night dragged on. The young boy was soundly asleep. His pillow however, had long become a bit dampened. A soft hand, however gently cradled the young child's cheek, wiping away the tears as he slept. Even if he couldn't feel it.

"Dies ist nicht richtig," a male voice whispered in an elegant if melancholy accent.

"Nem. Ez nem," the voice of a woman answered back in a soft tone.

Glancing about, the two figures saw an aging man in a rustled, old-fashioned suit and tie asleep on a chair.

"Also blieb er. Eine edle österreichische, dass man."

"Talán ez a legjobb, szerelmem. Ő majd lesz egy jó őre a mi gyermekünk."

The ghostly figure of a man in tattered clothing and cracked glasses nodded somberly. In his hands was the crumbled replica of the family photograph Jonatan had thrown away. A moment of much happier times captured in one photo.

"Unser Kind nicht dieses Schicksal verdient. Er sollte nicht so leiden."

The woman, in her tattered dress and an odd withered flower nestled on her hair, frowned. Saddened as she looked at the child. Their son.

For a moment, Jonatan stirred in his sleep. Audibly muttering out, "...Mama...Papa..."

The wisps formerly known as Roderich Edelstein and Elizaveta Hedervary were still coping with their changing forms. But even in their current state, they could do little else to console their son.

"Nagyon sajnálom, a fiam," the mother somberly said as she gave her child a soft kiss on his forehead. "Mi mindig itt figyel téged."

For a moment, Jonatan seemed to relax a bit as he continued to sleep. The father gently placed the crumbled picture frame down on the bedside table before going over to his wife's side. Without saying a word, they held each others' hands.

"Boldog születésnapot, Jonatan."

Logan stirred up abruptly as he grumbly woke up. He groaned as he looked his wristwatch. "Gott. It is that late already."

He then noticed the framed photograph that Jonatan threw out the window earlier today, now on top of the table next to the bed. But when the old Agent looked around for any signs of entry, there was nothing else other than a sleeping kid and the dim night sky beyond the window. It puzzled him as he glanced back over to the picture.

"Then how did you get back here?" He asked in no one in particularly as he picked it up. He shook his head. Must be fatigue again... He glanced over to the Jonatan, soundly asleep before looking back at the photograph. Logan knew deep down that he could never truly replace the boy's true family, let alone his heritage.

But you needn't worry. I promise.

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Through a Board Director's Eyes End: In Memoriam
Here's an epilogue story for the RDNA-verse RP collaboration fic with :iconaufigirl: based on a continuing Hetalia RP combining my old but still ongoing RDNA-verse AU ( mdc01957.deviantart.com/galler… )and her multiverse Agency. This is based on polished-up and updated version of an earlier story called Through Board Director's Eyes: Outside RDNA-verse, itself taken directly from snippets of the RP.

This one though, while it could be a one-shot on its own, seemed more fitting as an epilogue given it mostly still focuses on the protagonist's memories. At the same time, there's a reason why it's mostly given that Austria and Hungary play an even larger role here...with tragic and bittersweet consequences. Not to mention why the last scene includes untranslated dialogue...

In any case, I hope you enjoyed the ride in this rather different take on fic-writing!

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For some added information:

The Agency, as it's known in human tongue, is an interdimensional organisation crossing between the multiverse. For those-in-the-know, its main objective is knowledge and intelligence with the largest database in existence. The organization employs millions of operatives across its operations from different worlds and backgrounds, both human and alien. It also hosts the largest refugee center in the multiverse for the "displaced" within its domain: the Hub Sanctuary, which itself is a world of its own. Due to its abundance of precious data and network of outreaching contacts, the Agency remains "invisible" and officially under a neutral stance for those aware of its existence. Allegedly. Many however believe that it does not exist at all.

Durch Gottes Willen - "By God's will." (German)
Dies ist nicht richtig - "This is not right." (German)
Also blieb er. Eine edle österreichische, dass man. - "So he stayed. A fine Austrian, that one."
Unser Kind nicht dieses Schicksal verdient. Er sollte nicht so leiden. - "Our child does not deserve this fate. He should not suffer so." (German)
Nem. Ez nem. - "No. This does not." (Hungarian)
Talán ez a legjobb, szerelmem. Ő majd lesz egy jó őre a mi gyermekünk. "This is probably the best, love. He will be a good guardian to our child." (Hungarian)
Nagyon sajnálom, a fiam. Mi mindig itt figyel téged. - "I am very sorry for my son. We will always be here watching you." (Hungarian)
Boldog születésnapot - "Happy Birthday." (Hungarian)

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As a disclaimer, I don't own Axis Powers Hetalia. All rights belong to their respective owners.

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Chapter 1 - Forgotten Worlds
Chapter 2 - A Danubian End
Chapter 3 - An Awakening
Chapter 4 - Heir to Dust
Chapter 5 - Surrogate Family

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You can find out more about Jonatan here: aufigirl.deviantart.com/art/Jo…

As well as the RP he and Logan came from: rpdiscussionroom.chatango.com/

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Through a Board Director's Eyes: A tale beyond the RDNA-verse.

Or, a snapshot from within the Agency.

Chapter 4 - Heir to Dust

It had been weeks since Logan Herz returned from his last "undertaker" mission with the young boy. The aging Agent had barely been able to get much sleep, spending the past days trying to focus on the piles of data that he was able to gather from the now dead world. And on his true origins, he thought wearily while glancing about his old-fashioned, carpet-covered office. His mind, however remained on Jonatan. He knew that Catherine would take great care of the kid's health. But there's more to it than just that. Much more.

"Severe malnutrition and starvation. Severe scarring over 70% of his body. Signs of physical abuse, torture and extermination," the British woman sighed across from him as she read through her findings from a data tablet. "His genetics have altered so much from their original make up that the poor child's no longer considered as a normal human being per se, Logan."

The Agent sighed as he leaned on his seat. "What about his mental state?"

He received a frown from his long-time colleague. "I was afraid you'd bloody say that, love. He is severely traumatised, both mentally and emotionally. One of the worst ones I've seen. God forbid, it could be permanent." She shook her head. "I don't know, Logan. Whatever happened to the young lad, I doubt he will ever have something, anything of a normal life."

Deep down, Logan long resigned himself to the notion that Jonatan would never have one. But he would be damned if he couldn't give him something approaching it. His parents would have died for nothing if that were true.

Catherine sighed as she put her tablet on sleep mode and leaned on the wood-paneled table. "The poor boy's been suffering from nightmares these past few nights. Pale as a ghost. He won't let anyone come near him, including myself. He hasn't been eating either. And honestly, it's very worrying to say the least, especially as a mother."

"His real mother is rotting away somewhere, sometime," Logan sighed. "What little's left of her anyway."

The British woman frowned as she leaned closer to her old Austrian friend. "I still don't believe that theory of yours on this personification bollocks. But perhaps you can help the lad better than I could. After all, you were the one who brought him here."

Logan smiled wryly at that, "Ja, I have been thinking about that. Do you really think so?"

"If I dare to hope," she sighed as she returned the favor.

...

Looking through the doorway, Logan found Jonatan sitting up on the medical bed, staring out the wide window to the gardens surrounding the Medical Centre and the alien galactic sky soaring above this strange land. Must be quite a sight for him. Just like my first time here. Even now, it still astounded the jaded man.

His mind however remained haunted by the revelation he gained upon going through every single piece of data he had. In particular, the realization that his original suspicions about the child's true parents were entirely correct. Mein Gott, all of it! It was clear that the strangeness of the kid's condition was not entirely from whatever experiments were done on him, and much more to do with his heritage. Which like the photograph of the boy's long-dead family, only opened more questions than answers.

Still, Logan took a deep breath as he entered the room. Besides the few essential medical equipment and seats with the odd desk here and there, the white medical room was largely empty but just large enough to avoid feeling like a cage. And in the middle was the child himself, now wearing the white hospital garments they give to patients here. Here it goes.

"Jonatan?" he asked softly in German.

The boy turned, startled for a moment before sliding into an unreadable frown. "J-Ja?"

The Austrian gave a soft smile to the young boy as he grabbed an empty chair to sit on. "Wie geht es dir? I heard that you've been having bad nightmares, kid."

He could see the boy's body tensing up a bit. Still, Jonatan tried to shrug. "T-They keep happening. But I can manage, Herr..."

"Logan. Logan Herz," the aging Agent replied. His hand slipped into the pockets of his inner jacket and brought out a small, brown paper bag. Inside, freshly baked apple strudel. "Here, my granddaughter made this."

The child was hesitant at first, reluctant before he eventually took the pastry after his nose caught its sweet smell.

Logan silently chuckled as he watched Jonatan pick and examine a piece of the apple strudel. "Go on, bitte. you must be very hungry."

The kid perked his head up to the Agent before tilting his head back to the pastry in his hand. After a sniff, he put the whole piece into his mouth. A few bites and chews later, Logan could see his face lighten up and a smile starting to creep across his pale face.

"Well, do you like it?" The Austrian asked him. "My little sprout's quite the cook."

Jonatan nodded warmly after swallowing. "I-I never had anything like this before, Herr Herz!"

"Bitte, call me Logan. No need for formalities here, kid!" the older man insisted, happy to see the young boy enjoying himself with the pastry. His smile however turned to a frown when his attention shifted to the scars marking the boy's skin. On one of the boy's arms was a tattoo, the numbers '005' painfully stenciled with crude black ink. Along with everything he discovered in that world's dying moments and the child's nigh-skeletal body, he could still only imagine what Jonatan had to go through. "Gott, what happened to you back in that hellhole?"

Jonatan stopped for a moment before turning his head away. There was a sigh, a very heavy and strained one. "Y-You wouldn't want to know," he answered. His body grew even more tense than before, as if he was trying to hold back something horrible from his mind.

Logan noted this instantly. He softly sighed as he reached out to the boy's hand, "It's alright. Those sons of bitches won't get you here. You're safe now."

Jonatan glanced up to the old man. And for a moment Logan saw a shade of violet glimmer in the boy's unnaturally dark blue eyes. The boy then glanced over to the window, the wide greenery gardens and the galactic sky above. "So many stars. This, this isn't a d-dream. Right?"

The old man wearily smiled. "It's not. And if it is so, then I won't let you wake up. Not while I'm alive."

Jonatan nodded. His head looking down to his scarred arms. "Then is, nem, was my world, those horrible people, m-my parents..." He began sobbing again. "Are they a dream too?!"

Logan was taken aback by this. It suddenly became very hard to answer back.Then again, even my old home never got as bad as yours. "Es tut mir leid," he replied solemnly. "Like I said, kid. We can no longer go back. Your world's gone. Just like mine."

There was an uneasy silence from the boy before he nodded as a tear rolled down his cheek. "Ja."

...

Logan remained by Jonatan's bedside as evening fell over the Hub Sanctuary, as the Agency's domain was often called. There were even more stars glittering above in the strange night sky. The young boy had fallen asleep over a hour ago. Sighing gently as he glanced over to the sleeping child, he ruffled the kid's hair a bit. The rest of his duty and report can wait for now. He had decided almost from the beginning that he would take him in.

For his sake. And theirs. He had never forgotten the sight that greeted him when he first found that child in those wastes. Two rapidly decaying bodies, the rotting remnants of their clothes and hair the only trace of their former identities: a bespectacled, noble man of Austria, and a spirited yet affectionate Magyar woman. Two people he had seen in myriad forms and in various other worlds. Alive. But not this time. He had known all along.

"Frau und Herr Edelstein-Hedervary," he murmured to no one in particular. "I can never replace you. But I'll look after him, I promise."

Soon, he saw Jonatan suddenly tensed up in his sleep. His body arching on itself and limbs began to twitch, "Nein, bitte</i> stop," the child muttered painfully in his slumber. Experiencing another terrible nightmare.

"Verdammt!" he swore to himself. The kid's body begun to shake as Logan tried to somehow calm the young boy before it could get any worse.

Suddenly, the child's eyes snapped wide open and let out a sharp, painful gasp. He was pale once again and covered in cold sweat. The boy glanced up to the startled Austrian man, panting heavily as his heart and lungs pounded against his chest.

"Look at me," the Agent snapped. "Just look at me, kid! No one's gonna hurt you."

Jonatan stared into Logan's own weary grey eyes. A look of terror fading as tears started forming. "I-I miss them. Mama. Papa..."

The Austrian scooped the boy into comforting hug, soothing the boy's back as he cried on his shoulder. "Don't worry," he whispered. 'You'll be fine, kid."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm very certain, Jonatan. I made a promise."

The child paused before returning the hug, clinging onto the old man and continued sobbing quietly on his shoulder. It would be a long night.
Through a Board Director's Eyes 4:Heir to Dust
Here's part four of the RDNA-verse RP collaboration with :iconaufigirl: based on a continuing Hetalia RP combining my old but still ongoing RDNA-verse AU ( mdc01957.deviantart.com/galler… )and her multiverse Agency. This is a polished-up and updated version of an earlier fic called Through Board Director's Eyes: Outside RDNA-verse, itself taken directly from snippets of the RP.

This part reveals more about OC, Jonatan's true nature and identity as well as his connection with Austria and Hungary. A warning though: expect death and a very bitter revelation. Not to mention Logan Herz's own past. Also, you may find out why the title is "Heir to Dust." :(

Still hope you enjoy!

(UPDATE: Polishing.)

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For some added information:

The Agency, as it's known in human tongue, is an interdimensional organisation crossing between the multiverse. For those-in-the-know, its main objective is knowledge and intelligence with the largest database in existence. The organization employs millions of operatives across its operations from different worlds and backgrounds, both human and alien. It also hosts the largest refugee center in the multiverse for the "displaced" within its domain: the Hub Sanctuary, which itself is a world of its own. Due to its abundance of precious data and network of outreaching contacts, the Agency remains "invisible" and officially under a neutral stance for those aware of its existence. Allegedly. Many however believe that it does not exist at all.

Es tut mir leid - "I'm sorry." (German)

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As a disclaimer, I don't own Axis Powers Hetalia. All rights belong to their respective owners.

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Chapter 1 - Forgotten Worlds
Chapter 2 - A Danubian End
Chapter 3 - An Awakening
Chapter 5 - Surrogate Family
Epilogue - In Memoriam

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You can find out more about Jonatan here: aufigirl.deviantart.com/art/Jo…

As well as the RP he and Logan came from: rpdiscussionroom.chatango.com/
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If this sounds a bit redundant or repetitive, let me apologize now. But I hope you all have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, whereever you may be!

As for me, I'll be off on vacation with the family starting on the 26th up to January 3, 2015. Meaning that as I'll be out of the country, I'd most likely have limited online access, though I would still try to find a bit of time in any case. Still, if you have any comments or suggestions regarding what you'd like to see posted next year, please let me know! And in the meantime, I hope this surprise fic would suffice: 

A Yuletide Waltz: An Austro-Hungarian Christmas
A Yuletide Waltz: A Christmas Tale of Nations Told Through an Austrian and Hungarian's Eyes.
Outskirts of Vienna, Republic of Austria. 2014.
Roderich Edelstein groaned as he finished his cup of coffee, frowning ever so slightly as he looked at his reflection in an old mirror. With his cravat, dress shirt, walking trousers and dark shoes, his appearance was one that few of his own people would even consider wearing in this day and age. Outside of formalities, at least, the embodiment of Austria nodded quietly to himself while fixing his brown hair and the protruding Mariazell.
Though if he were more frank, his thoughts were on a half-remembered dream, a snow-covered memory over 100 years old. Wistful shades of a Christmas ball from an age of Emperors and Kings now consigned to history, perhaps the last one before it all began tumbling down.
A wintry waltz, alone. With her. The Nation sighed. It seemed almost miraculous that after the War to End All Wars and i


So once again, Joyeux Noel, Feliz Navidad and Maligayang Pasko! 

See you all in 2015!

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AuFigirl Featured By Owner Edited Jan 19, 2015  Student Traditional Artist
btw, the latest fic chapter with Logan. It's not showing up on my dA message board.
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That's odd...but hopefully it's fixed now!
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OMG Thanks for the :llama: Enjoy yours!
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Of course! :aww:

How are things?
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I've been sick since Christmas. Brain completely clouded regardless of whether it's on medicine or not. It's really hard to concentrate and lately, I haven't been able to breate very deeply...which kind of worries me. I am stresssing out that it might be walking pneumonia and not influenza but I don't want to go to the dr's again and spend money only to have himsay I'm over-reacting....
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Hope you get better though. 
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By the way there is something I want you to see; aufigirl.deviantart.com/art/my…

Look back at the comments. :B
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Checking it now!
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HeliosMegistos Featured By Owner Jan 14, 2015
I've done a major design and information update to Apollonia II's the profile encase your interested, Also you might notice an appearance easter egg between her and Persephone fi you check the two profiles out side by side. It hints at something that has unpleasant implications.

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mdc01957 Featured By Owner Jan 15, 2015
Looking at 'em now. :)
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