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[h2][center][b]Emmerich Lisztmayer-Anschütz von Sabern, 
[i]Master of Rider[/i]
Miyama Hotel
The 27th of August, 1939[/b][/center][/h2]

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No notice of the situation's abnormality came from the occupied german officer. Instead, he merely leant over the ever-troublesome sheet of paper that he scribbled onto whenever a whim seemingly took him. [color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]My Rittl, what's one hundred divided by seventeen? ... Actually, nevermind. That'd be silly.[/i][/b]"[/color], came his voice gently as if he was afraid of scaring the phonograph silent. So gentle and quiet it was that one could very easily miss it, the question barely above a tender whisper. As a groan escaped his lips, Emmerich choose to be tilted backwards with the charmingly-simple mahogany chair beneath him. No longer was he slouched over a dark desk - His blue eyes fixated on the cheap device that croaked to life with the vinyl within its grasp. A moment of silence and anticipation took place as one cheerful song came to an end only to be taken over by the sound of a choir, brasswind and accordion. The happy yet foreboding music quickly filled the room, sparking a coy joy in the lanky man's heart. His lips parted with a half-smile and a fake laugh made way from within.

[color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]Ha, ha-ha-ha-ha~![/i][/b]"[/color]

He made no attempt to make it sound genuine. In fact, it was almost as if the voice was meant for singing, rather than actually expressing a spontaneous emotion. With a content sigh, he finally unwound - Thoughts wandered to the far west, into the heartland of modern civilization. To those beautiful years of prosperity after decades of inhumane shame and poverty. Reminiscing and homesickness took over Emmerich, his mind's eye basking in the sights of his homeland, his wonderful strawberry blonde wife and the five children with whom he was blessed. The frustrations from difficult obligations to the Fatherland were soon washed away as the german officer was no longer on a dangerous mission to the orient but in the warm grasp of a loving Erika. Memories of hardship and success blotted out the music - Oddly enough, the tune that the phonograph creaked seemed to repeat many times now. Every time the music stopped, the same piece came back on again with a different composition of instruments and alien languages occupying the choir's ranks. With his pen dropped by the mess of sheets, the lanky man swung on his chair's hind legs before his eyes lulled open again. [color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]Oh![/i][/b]"[/color], he exclaimed as a familiar yet strange tone rose from the depths of the device. [color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]You should be able to understand this one, Rider - It's the Nordic variant![/i][/b]"[/color]

Sure enough, the song repeated in every single one of the nordic languages over time but Emmerich didn't bother to look over his shoulder. He didn't need to turn his face to Rider to let the Servant know of his enthusiasm. Hearty men sung a tale of the past, of brave "Hirdmenn" that raided the heathen nations with strength and pride unparalleled to accompany their finesse with blade and longboat - Now the sons and daughters of these great warriors have been issued summons once again, sang the choir, to again fight and plunder for their people's glory as they don the fighter's garb of a new era! There was triumph to be had in this world of modernity, triumph like in the era of bygone heroics, and no great descendant of norsemen would ever leave their ancestral call unanswered to fight again.

It took Emmerich a moment to realize that Rider addressed him with a question.[color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]Ah, you see - I am in charge of a concentration camp at home.[/i][/b]"[/color], he explained with pride as he leaned onto the back of the chair to turn at his Servant. [color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]Conflict is on the horizon as the neighbouring countries grow jealous of our prosperity. Along with this, a series of... Unsavory events have left a doubt in German hearts about trust towards their fellow citizens. 'Der Ewige Jude' has left a great seed of misconduct and malevolence in our Fatherland. To prevent another civil war by them like a couple decades ago, we have chosen to contain them until the end of our current conflict due to their very dubious loyalties. Not all of them are evil, but unfortunately we lack the means to separate the genuine ones from the ones who sponsor miscegenation and child prostitution - So we round them up into these camps to keep them under check.[/i][/b]"[/color] The officer's right hand twisted about as he snatched his black pen only to knock it's blunt end against the sheets on the desk. [color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]I can not abandon my duties even if I'm not home. I got a message not too long ago that High Command wishes to transfer one hundred new prisoners into my custody. Unfortunately I do not have the means to comfortably house them as my camp is at full capacity, so they'll have to be shipped elsewhere... Maybe they'll get lucky and be moved to Auschwitz.[/i][/b]"[/color], he chuckled with delight. [color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]The concentration camp over there is more like a resort than a prison, to be honest - They even got swimming pools! God, I'm envious of the staff over there. I've even been trying to arrange a football match between our sportsmen prisoners and their's, you know! I heard their Cell Block D kicks mean rubber, if you catch my drift.[/i][/b]"[/color]

However, with the noise of his throat cleared, the babbling german officer quickly ceased his story. [color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]But that's a thing to worry about when I get home. For now, it's logistics and wars for us, my Rittl.[/i][/b]"[/color] Just as he was about to return to his calculations, Emmerich immediately turned about to face Rider again as he asked of drinks. [color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]I'm afraid I got good news and bad news, my Rittl. As I have come to discover, Japanese brewing's top achievement is lukewarm rice-distillate. On the bright side, I thought of this before we left Germany - I've got a couple bottles of my family brewery's products stocked in the trunk of my ride, if you'd be so kind as to bring them upstairs for us. I've already ordered lunch to be prepared in the cookery downstairs, but I am afraid of what these orientals may consider food, so we might as well harden ourselves with some liquor before we are fed pickled fish eyes with rice stew.[/i][/b]"[/color]

For once, the officer's bright mood seemed to shine through his gloomy exterior. A true happiness gleamed from his blue eyes as his scarred face churned with a smile dedicated for honest pleasures.

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