The Grand Highblood is dead. Long live the Grand Highblood.
You and Abel mourn together. He tells you that the new Grand Highblood will carry on the reforms. You nod and say thats good.
It isn’t why you miss her.

seen from Spain
seen from China
seen from China

seen from Netherlands
seen from China
seen from Netherlands

seen from Israel
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Canada
seen from China
seen from France
seen from Brazil
seen from Malaysia
seen from Poland
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from Pakistan
seen from Germany
The Grand Highblood is dead. Long live the Grand Highblood.
You and Abel mourn together. He tells you that the new Grand Highblood will carry on the reforms. You nod and say thats good.
It isn’t why you miss her.
If Kilika wasn't a reformist.
Maria is not a troll, and not your sister.
You’d never get in a quadrant with humans.
Abel and Charta are to be culled immediately.
This whole place is a hive of heresy.
You laugh.
Why don't they talk to you anymore?
You’re just trying to do as well as you can.
It wasn’t your fault that his pusher exploded.
Can’t you have one friend?
There are few times where being quadranted to the GHB is nice. This is one of them.
It would be your luck to replay into a session as the only human in a group of ten. You could probably hold off some of them, you’ve become very adept over the years and sessions, but not four loyalists who view you as an abberation. You have to ask her for help.
At the first amused “Khhhhhhk”, you know she is never going to let you live it down.
Kilika rolls into a session with Scott.
There’s something to be said about highblood strength, and that is the fact that you can walk over to Scott, throw him over a shoulder, and tote him off whenever you want.
This makes winning fights so much easier.
Bonus points because he hates it when you do that.
Scott replaying with Kilika
You freeze for a moment when you see the handle come up on Pesterchum. dutifulOverseer, Kilika, in your session. You’re still contemplating what to say to her when she contacts you first, her characteristic “khhhhhk” the greeting to you. A grin comes to you and you ask how her stay on Earth has been treating her. The exchange of banter and verbal abuse goes as expected, the upper hand yours this time, mostly due to the location of this pre-session. After some additional exchanges, you manage to wrangle her location out of her, and it isn’t that far. With your access to a car you could easily make the trip, and then you imagine her going out in broad daylight. You tell her to sit tight, you’re coming over, no matter the protests.Its only a half an hour drive, and you run through the gauntlet of emotions on the trip. You’re still wondering what you’re going to say, what you’re going to do when you knock on the door. It opens in front of you and look up at her.“Khhhhk, you’re shorter than I expected.”This is going to be an interesting session.
Kilika loses checkers to an [Awaken]ed glass of green jello.
It was just a stupid game, anyways.
You never dreamed they'd leave you in the summer.
It’s the hot season. You watch as meteors streak the sky. You wonder at it. Your crocodiledad lounges near you. You run the program and leave the world behind you.