“Nasturtium…Titillate…Colloquial…Mottle: countries that, until taken under Acerbate’s care, were stagnating
economically, socially, morally. But now, under our care, they have flourished in the world market. It is from the
Jungles that we get our bananas, chocolate, and coffee, not to mention the strong lumber required for our
magnificent buildings… Buildings the former savages could not even have dreamed of before. In addition to
our financial support, we are teaching them the glories of civilization. No longer will those savages need to eke
out a miserable existence in the mud… Not when they have the whole world open to them!”
       Propaganda pamphlet concerning Acerbate’s world conquest, circa Fe 921


Name        Viollette Vanhalla
Age        324
Gender        Female
Race        Elf
Height        5’6”
Weight        106 lbs
Skin Color        Tan
Hair Color        Deep purple
Eye Color        Black
Occupation        Fashion Designer
Charge        The rather creative murder of her competitors and their families
Sentence        Death by hanging
Unless        We want her as to be an assassin for Acerbate’s foreign policy team


PASS:
 X                FAIL:                Details to follow


Name        Maxwell Killeen
Age        29
Gender        Male
Race        Human
Height        6’1”
Weight        150
Skin Color        Fair
Hair Color        Blonde
Eye Color        Navy blue
Occupation        Mortician
Charge        Selling stolen organs on the black market
Sentence        Four life sentences in county prison
Unless        Get him to join our medical team, esp. in the secret service


PASS:
  X                FAIL:                Details to follow

Name        Robert McMarro
Age        128
Gender        Male
Race        Half-elf
Height        5’4”
Weight        98 lbs
Skin Color        Dark brown
Hair Color        Dark brown, matches skin
Eye Color        Amber
Occupation        Unemployed
Charge        Arson for twelve different businesses that we know of
Sentence        Burned at the stake- thought he’d like the irony
Unless        Turn him into a fireman for Acerbate in country of our choice


PASS:
  X                FAIL:                Details to follow

Name        Valjonna of Papillon
Age        46
Gender        Female
Race        Human
Height        5’11”
Weight        189 lbs
Skin Color        Sallow, pale
Hair Color        Blonde, nearly white
Eye Color        Sage green
Occupation        Secretary at some big business
Charge        Selling trade secrets at astonishingly high prices, using money to fund her serial killing habit
Sentence        Death by hanging
Unless        Get her to target enemies of the state… Br. It’s okay if you can’t…


PASS:
 X                FAIL:                Details to follow

Name        Lacklee le Naphtha
Age        16
Gender        Female
Race        Lightfoot
Height        3’6”
Weight        62 lbs
Skin Color        Light brown
Hair Color        Orange brown
Eye Color        Mint green
Occupation        Mercenary
Charge        Disobeying a direct order, deserting, treason
Sentence        Death by firing squad
Unless        At least convince her that Acerbate is not a nation of devils; otherwise, we want her in our army


PASS:
               FAIL:                Details to follow

The morning of the war turned out to be the afternoon. Turns out six days on the run will exhaust even a Lightfoot
Soldier, but that didn’t stop her from putting up quite a fight when the MPs caught up. The trial was executed in
perfect, if brisk, order, and the file for Lacklee le Naphtha handed over to Amanda before the ink had even
dried.
Which is why she was now trying to rub an inky fingerprint off of the seat next to her before the bus driver
noticed it.
Public transportation always fascinated Amanda, so sometimes she would take a few hours to simply ride
around and watch the people. There was also the added benefit of being just another face in the crowd, not only
a Wode.
What kind of Soldier disrespects authority? Why, one with conflicting morals, of course!
The bus hit a pothole, shattering her thoughts and the general reverie for a few moments. The man in front of
her was startled awake, then looked out the window and cursed. Amanda smiled.
So they wanted her to join the army, huh, and asking obviously hadn’t worked, hm. She’d have to find out the
specific ‘whys’ herself- Anybody who wasn’t blinded by their own bias could see why not being a human in
Acerbate sucks… Hence the need to fend off personal questions.
She paused briefly to watch a gentleman, back bent with age, board the bus and shuffle down the aisle. It never
occurred to her to give up her seat. It wasn’t rudeness: she’d just been raised with a different set of common
courtesies.
At least they didn’t ask me to change her Passion. Although, getting her to love this state… I think I’ll ask for
my job title to be changed to “Miracle Worker”…
She amused herself with this sarcastic line of thought until the
next stop. That was when a half-elf girl boarded, thus ending a rather nasty argument with her boyfriend. She
flumped into the seat behind Amanda and started to cry.
To Amanda, the strangest thing about this culture was the notion of privacy. Somehow, any emotion was
considered a very personal affair, even in public. That’s why it was with resentful eyes that the half-elf accepted
her handkerchief.
No wonder the suicide rate is so high. People don’t see what’s right in front of them, or
ignore it and call it a respectful distance.
She leaned forward, suddenly inspired. Grieve alone, heal together. Should I introduce respectable civilians,
show her what she’d be fighting for?
With her hand on her chin, she looked like the study of contemplation.
Time passed. The half-elf got off, taking the hanky with her. A gaggle of teenagers got on and were almost
immediately kicked off by the bus driver/surrogate parent. Eventually, Amanda too got off, confident on how to
dictate Lacklee’s first session.
Of course, she forgot that the purpose of the bus was to get people places, not just give enjoyable rides. Oh
well. It’s not like seven miles is extremely far. Or dangerous, in this city.
Uh-huh, sure.
Wodes and Lightfeet
Chapter Three: Riding the Bus
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