#end of plot

Anya had scooped the little thing up out of the water when he swam up and surfaced for his first breaths, soon swaddling and handing him over to Sayori.

Blue eyes meet blue-and-purple and an instant bond is formed. Anya works on proper clean up and aftercare, Jack helps them all tend to their hands and his daughter as they can all finally relax.

((OOC Note: Triggers for hyperthermia, torture, IVs are mentioned, nothing graphic and this is all pretend. I repeat, this is not real it is an RP))

Sorry for the absence, I had hoped to work on some new propaganda pieces but as I was heading to change into my evening robes I heard a thud and a cry from the living room. I rushed in finding Vulca, shivering violently and three CIA agents-I believe they were The Rani’s escaping in a unmarked TT Capsule.

She was tortured and kept wet and in a dark cold room. Her gloves and neck had been exposed and her lips were blue and her teeth chattering. I got her quickly in a warm bath and I have our doctors on notice incase she gets really bad. There are marks from what seem to be an IV on her arms and she has some bruises on her poor ice cold hands from what I think was her struggling.

I got Vulca into a lukewarm bath and slowly raised the water temperature as everyone is instructed to do in hyperthermia. Shes warmed up and dry and is clinging to me as I type this. She hasn’t let go of me or even raised her head from my chest for a moment.

I do not know where our relationship stands, however, I never wished harm onto her. No one deserves what happened to her, as no one deserves to be left and cheated on without prior knowledge.

I think tomorrow I will be taking off work again until she is feeling better. I think we will need to go slow, one day at a time. And we shall see what happens.

Peace,

30....30 years i spent in that cell always breaking, always begging to be let out...Yet it never happened, i wallowed around in my own blood and waste constantly marking away the days, constantly cursing my immortallity and wishing i could have died long long ago.

Today was different however, i heard fighting upstairs infact alot more than usual and i waited...waited to see what it was well not that he could do anything else mind you.

It was to long before the fighting ended and even then there was silence after it...something nate knew well, silence drove him to the edge of madness all this time and he was expecting it to never end. That was until the heard footsteps coming closer?

No one had been down here in years why was someone coming to him, were they going to taunt him more....No, it was a little toad warrior and it seemed the mushroom kingdom took this place back finally

 this little toad eyed me up like i should have been dead, ths shock and pure horror on his face to see so much blood and stuff in a cell and yet the man who spilled it all still kicking, without hesitation the toad unlocked the door and the cuffs making sure to step over any thing on the floor.

Citrusella lay out her plan; it was very well designed, if she did say so herself.

Huh. She never thought this clearly when this code was doing its work. Meh, she supposed she could look into it after everything was said and done. Or just done.

She'd deal with that little virus first. She had it written to decimate him entirely--no trace. She just needed to find the code box first...

Next would be anyone who'd ever called her "just" a palette swap... and her two conflicting memory sets couldn't choose if a... certain... racer was at the beginning or end. But then... she'd also need to go deal with some people outside the game... no matter, she'd go for them last.

Hmm... there were so many people on the list; she wondered how long it would take. Probably best to start now, to be sure it was all done by the time the arcade opened.

She waltzed down to the throne room and snuck inside, following the path to the code room...

But she stopped in her tracks when she saw the door was open, a certain Nintendo doctor inside...

...touching her code box!

Citrusella hadn't considered her mun, who was practically god-level herself, and who placed a call to the one person who couldn't refuse.

Dr. Mario had had a warning--and a tag on his code to make sure he didn't break the warning terms--levered against him several months ago for illegal psycodelogical modifications he had meant to improve the quality of life of those who had taken them on... but it had really kind of ruined them instead. He had never had a license to practice psycodelogy, and therefore the warning, being to suspend his ability to take on new clients and to not practice those fields in which he was not certified, had not been lifted.

But he had a soft spot for Citrusella, and he felt he needed to do what was right... even if he didn't understand how it would actually affect her.

Citrusella's eyes narrowed as she aimed her gun.

The doctor looked back with concerned contempt as he cut one side of the lines he was looking at.

Citrusella gasped and stuttered as her avatar reset and tried to run through her startup code but kept erroring before resetting again, effectively trapping her in an infinite loop.

And as he cut the other end, she couldn't take it anymore and she shut down.

Suddenly the room glowed in blue as if reserving power... and as it dimmed, Surge was floating in front of Mario.

"Dr. Mario, you are under arrest for the crime of illegal code modification outside of your areas of expertise. You are to stop practicing all forms of medicine not essential to your cabinet's gameplay immediately, and you will receive a summons to judge whether or not your medicode license should be stripped entirely and permanently. If I do not detect you leaving Sugar Rush and returning to your own game within the hour, authorities will be alerted within the game you are in at that time, and you will be removed. I have already contacted medical authorities in-cabinet to deal with the swap." He gave a hard, unfeeling stare before disappearing, the code well surging with power once more as he dematerialized and exited the game's circuits.

Continuation from this

Nate slowly opened his eyes, his body unmoving from the throne for a few moments, that was a time in his life that he thought he didn't remember but there it was........It has been awhile since he was wearing that crown, wearing this crown.

He got up off the throne and looked out one final time before turning back to the throne and placed it upon the seat