《The Alternative Diaries of Raymond's Raven》Twenty-Third Laugh of the Raven (Trauma Wing)
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Ray-Ray… Don’t leave me. I-I promise I’ll change. So, please don’t abandon me! At least think about our child, 10 years down the road when this sad war is over!”
“… I’m only going for a shower, Sleipinr. Its in an entirely different bunker. It will only be 10 minutes...”
"Even so, you're still leaving a lonely woman by herself in your barrack! Think about my feelings!"
It was midnight. There was a reason why there we still some people who were wide awake at this ungodly hour. One would be the fact this was the middle of 1917, in the heat of the First Great War. Soldiers could not sleep at times like this, hearing the distance howls of the enemy cannons, the cold and chilly breath of the trenches, or felt homesick while thinking of their beloved family and lovers back home. Insomnia was common among the ranks, both above the brass and below. It could not be helped.
This also included the fighter pilots who were all pivotal members in the progress of the war across the European theatre. Gong on dangerous missions, facing explosions in the sky and conducting deadly reconnaissance on foot when their planes go down. Everyone had to pull their weight to ensure the victory falls into the hand of the Allied Powers. Often, the things they go through just to achieve that success, came at costs too great it was impossible to forget it all in their sleep.
A certain Canadian Pilot was one of those restless souls. He thought he would calm down with a shower, maybe a glass of warm milk if he could sneak into the officer's mess hall without notice. But it seems the Canadian Witch who was hugging her entire curved body to his leg had worse trauma of the days actions. The way she tied herself on him, remind one of a koala in the cold winter.
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“Ray-Ray. I-I promise I won't call you names or make fun of you! I-I swear I won’t throw around my rank as a Witch and put you down as a non-magician! I-I even stop sneaking out your boiled eggs from our morning rations! I’ll be a good girl. Honest to Thor!”
“…Sleipnir. Again, I’m just going to have a shower. I’ll come back. You won’t wake up in a coffin like last time.”
“Geh!? D-don’t remind me! Don’t remind me!”
Maybe a quick background check. The Canadian Pilot and his partner the Canadian Witch were given a mission on the ground. They were to undergo a reconnassiance detail to aid with the combined French and Italian army in reconfiguring their new anti-air defenses stationed at the base of the Aosta hills, near the Italian-French border on the italian side, right in front of the entrance of Switzerland. The Imperial German Lufstreikrafte (not Luftwaffe) have developed planes with stronger armor and capable of soaring over high altitude. It was imperative to set up a new line of anti-air machine guns in certain key locations across key strongholds like Lyon, France and Milan, Italy.
The Canadian Pilot and Canadian Witch were in charge of overseeing the operations, and help to conduct air drills for the French and Italian forces. However, the Imperial German somehow got wind of their appearance, and dispatched several units of their own to intercept them.
For the recod, Magic exist but must remain in secrery even during the war time. If news got out that magicians were hiding within the different combat group as side-line engineers or members of a nun or chaplain group, it would cause chaos an confusion across the world (not to mention the cr*p ton of paper work). The Pilot’s partner was a member of the Canadian Witch Corp, and she ensured him and his No 10 Naval Squadron (call sign Black Flight) would not be attacked or assassinated by enemy magicians.
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However, the ones who intercepted them in an ambush with flaming horses, lightning elephants, and some exploding wind eagles were elite Magicians from the Imperial German Zauberer Intelligence Division. To summarize, the Pilot and Witch were forced to split up, and the Witch ended up being captured. In her debriefing, she p*ssed off the enemy magician so they stuffed her inside a coffin and buried her 5 meters under ground - just to shut her up.
Rough.
“It’s no fair, Ray-Ray! Why did you look so happy when the French Illusionist dressed as a nun rescued you from the lighting bolt spell? Don’t you ever feel proud whenever I intentionally trip and fall in your lap! And that look you gave to the Italian Druid from the resistance force, I can’t believe you still have feelings for her ever since our last recon!”
“You barely survived being buried alive in a wooden coffin, and this is what you’ve been worried about the whole time? I seriously can’t tell if your still traumatized or just plain messed up!”
“Think about it, Ray-Ray! I, a woman with a beautiful figure, have been by your side since we both started this crazy war in 1914! Yet you never taken advantage of me even when I give you all the right messages! Is my sex appeal realy that flat!? or are you an iron wall made from the bricks of pure chivalry!? If it’s the latter, please break it and just pounce me already! I-I feel like my pride as a woman is suffering depression even as we speak!”
“I can’t understand why you’re so obsessed about that kind of relationship or play. I have no interested in hurting a girl, and I even plan to find one AFTER the war is over so she doesn’t have to pick at prayer beads for my safe return! Sleipnir, please go back to bed. You had a long and trying day. Even your magic doctor said you're still shaking from the event. I’m just heading out for a wash, not to have a liason with a shady women like some kind of cheating husband,’
“Nyaah! M-my husband, with another man? CHEATING! I’LL CUT HIM AND NEUTER HIM! I’LL CRUSH HIS DADDY BAGS AND MAKE SURE HE DOESN’T TAKE YOU AWAY!”
“The h*ll, I don’t swing that way! Now get off of my leg! Medic! Someone get a medic! This crazy witch has lost it!"
“Lassie? LASSIE!? IS THAT THE NAME OF THE FRENCH NUN B*TCH WHO KEPT TRYING TO MAKE A PASS AT YOU! I’LL SKEWER HER ***** OFF AND GRIND IT INTO HER **** AND THEN SHOVE IT UP HER *****!”
“SLEIPNIR! Y-YOU’RE SUFFERING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN! CALM DOWN OR THE DOCTOR IS GOING TO GIVE YOU A SEDATIVE!”
“RAY-RAY! WHY CAN’T I SEE! WHO TURNED OFF THE LIGHTS! HOW COME I ONLY SEE NOTHING BUT RED! K-KILL THE BITCHES! KILL THE BITCHES! KILL THE—”
Fortunately, the Canadian Witch who suffered her first mental breakdown in the war was given a lovely shot of highly effective anaesthetics to numb more than her emotional pain. If there was a way to best describe what happened her for the next five days after being buried alive, it would be the fact she looked higher than a kite.
“Looooooh. Ha-ha. The moon is so round. I love it when it has a big @ss. Raaaaay-Raaaaay. Wh-why don’t we get down and have lots of babies~--hiccup♥.”
“…...What the h*ll did they give you?”
Cocaine, a widely accepted analgesic at the time.
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