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morimakesfanart · 2 years ago

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Dead End 01 -SP Ch04

This is am early draft of ch04 from Sindria's Prophet.

It is very different from the final version

*Angst

*CW-suicide attempt mentioned

I hadn't slept well. I knew what was coming so I couldn't stay in bed. I ate a quick breakfast, and went to check on Aladdin. Sure enough, Alibaba had already left to start the coup. I waited to give him more time before I'd go see Sinbad. I had decided to not change things, but I couldn't stop myself from wanting to help somehow.

I knocked on the door. Ja'far opened it after Sinbad agreed to let me in.

I got straight to the point. "As soon as your allies get here, you need to head to the palace with them." I could see the nerves growing on his face as Sinbad figured out the implications of my words. "Alibaba has stormed the palace. He will defeat the man that turned into the elephant monster the other night while Morgiana holds off the everyone else. Once in the throne room, Alibaba will win over all of the guards there, and the coup with be successful. However, the Kou Princess will appear, and Alibaba will need your support." I hesitated for a moment. "Do not take the stage from him. Alibaba won't give an inch to the Princess."

The current picked up.

For a few moments they both just watched me. Sinbad regained composure. "Is there anything else you're willing to tell me?"

News of Alibaba's actions would reach us soon. I looked back at the door. "Before Aladdin wakes up, his condition will get worse for a bit. Oh, and..." I fully faced my exit. "You'll want to bring medics with you to the palace. You will be getting your metal vessels back later today." I started towards the door. If I wouldn't prevent things than maybe I could help save some of those affected.

"Mori." Sinbad sounded serious yet soft.

I stopped.

"Thank you for the warnings."

It didn't take long to start hearing tells of Alibaba's battle to the throne room and growing support outside the palace. More people hurried there to see the change happening in their country.

A dark laugh escaped me. "You won't want to thank me when today is over." I opened the door. "Just know that I'm sorry."

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A part of me wanted to watch everything in person, but I knew I'd only get in the way. I could feel it in the flow.

Fear clenched my muscles into knots.

I went to my room and moved some furniture in front of my door. I didn't want to worry about someone taking advantage of the commotion when the fighting really starts -like in the manga.

Sinbad would be rushing to the palace soon if he hadn't already. I knew he'd be questioning Alibaba's reasoning as he went, and probably questioning mine as well. 'Was this really something he shouldn't prevent? So much so that I wouldn't tell him about all of this in advanced? He could have prevented this!' At least I imagined he'd have such thoughts as he rushed to fix the situation with diplomacy.

I saw a bright light shine from a tower in the city. No doubt Ugo was summoning Aladdin and Judar's Rukh -at least trying to. After the light died down the people quieted, but only for a bit. I hoped that the negotiations were going as well as they did in the original. And hopefully, Sinbad would still be impressed by Alibaba's decision, and actions.

More and more people flocked to the palace to hear of the outcome. There was no way to stop human curiosity, and of course, the results here would affect the rest of their lives.

The current felt stronger. I couldn't deny that these were the same waves that Sinbad felt.

And then I saw that dreaded procession.

The fog troop was coming with Cassim at it's helm. There was so much black Rukh that I could see them. I knew if I had warned Sinbad, then potentially Banker and the other dark magicians could have been prevented from helping. And maybe some of the casualties could be prevented. But if I was unable to prevent Sinbad from rewriting the Rukh with his own will...

I covered the window.

In stories, characters are always forced to watch when someone risks their life, or people die due to their decisions. The stories seemed to say it was the more honorable or noble thing to do. But I wasn't about to traumatize myself more than I already was for the sake of noble aesthetics. I only had about five years left to try to change the ending -less if I wanted to prevent it completely- and I'd need to limit my traumatic experiences if I was going to have a chance of achieving any of it.

The black Rukh were filling the city, some had even entered the room. There was so much that even regular people could see them.

One of the black Rukh landed on me. Tears started streaming down my face and sharp pain cut through my stomach. Back home I was the type that couldn't enter certain types of haunted locations because I could feel the pain of the ghosts trapped there. Hospitals were some of the worst. Some ghosts would attach themselves to me to leave their spot and I would be stuck with them until I could convince them to move on.

(CW)

Was my Rukh black? That would explain why they were circling me. When I was a young teen, I had nearly succeeded in taking my own life. I was better enough to count now, but maybe it had made my Rukh black. Of course, if my Rukh was black it was probably because I didn't pass through the Sacred Palace when I was Isekaied, but I wasn't thinking about that.

"I'm so sorry you died that way." I sobbed. "You don't deserve this."

Spirit Magic might be the only known way to directly affect Rukh type but I wanted to try something. "If you want you can try passing through me. Since I'm still alive maybe I can help."

The Ruhk vanished. I couldn't tell if it entered me or if I just couldn't see it any more.

More Black Rukh landed on me and repeated the process. I hoped whatever I was doing was helping them. At least, I could convince myself I was doing something useful.

I could hear the screams, crashing, and destruction from my room. Should I go and try to help the wounded even though I'd be risking my life? Was I actually thinking about the future or was I just a coward who avoided making a decision?

A sound pierced through me to my bones. I couldn't see the source, but I knew in my heart that it was the sound of Cassim merging with the dark Djinn.

I moved the furniture not blocking the door in front of the window to try to muffle the sound. It worked a little, but it blocked the remaining light from getting in my room more than the sound.

It was clear that the amount of black Rukh I was engaging with wasn't enough to change fate, but I hoped it was doing something. How could I have actually allowed this to happen? Sure the future was important, but why did I have so little faith in myself to change it?

Why did the the shift in the flow have to remind me that I didn't have plot armor?

How much would I cry before the day was over? What about after? Was there any normal person who could sympathize with someone who knowingly let others die like this? Was this similar to how the singularities felt?

David became self righteous because of his knowledge of the path of fate. Now that I was here, would the same happen to me? If I had a power of my own maybe I could have helped. If only I had been stronger. Maybe I should have told Sinba -

**C r A c K**

The distinctive sounds of thunder and lightning boomed through the space. Sinbad had gotten his metal vessels back. It was almost a shame I didn't get to see his Djinn Equip in person, but I didn't deserve such a gift after what I'd done.

If everything was following the script, that meant Cassim was dead, and the battle was over.

The room was quiet and no new Rukh appeared. I unbarricaded my door but didn't bother with revealing the window.

All this because Alibaba needed to absorb Cassim's Rukh, Judar needed to receive that "gift" from Aladdin, and Aladdin needed to get Solomon's Wisdom. Was it worth it?

The flow of the Rukh change with the battle over. I could finally help. I grabbed as much supplies as I thought I could carry and started making rounds.

The city was a mess. Crying filled the air. Many were still in shock and mourning their dead in the streets. There were still some injured unattended. I could help those people.

My body had been screaming in pain from the stress and fear all day, but that pain was gone. Even the pain from the Ruhk that landed on me was just a memory. Fear and stress were meaningless during times like this; my mind cleared as I got to work.

I was tying on a splint for someone when Aladdin called the Rukh to descend to their loved ones. The morale raised for many.

I kept working. There was no one in the great flow to visit me anyway.

A few others started helping me treat the wounded.

I had only been bandaging people for about an hour when I felt the current beginning to pick up again. And this time it was moving towards me. It wasn't just moving towards my location, whatever was causing the shift in the flow was aiming for me specifically.

I opened the door on my own before they even had a chance to knock. I couldn't look up to make eye contact out of guilt.

As soon as I finished helping the person I was working on, I excused myself from the rest of the medics, and bolted for my room. I had a promise to keep after all.

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The whole day I had heard footsteps running back and forth, but somehow I could tell that the current set of steps were heading towards me. The pit of my stomach and bones felt icy. There was no point in trying to run away or hide when that man was the one chasing you.

Sinbad clasped both of my shoulders. "You knew about the dark Djinn!!" I was forced backwards and he staggered into the room with me. The current came rushing in with him.

I hadn't had time to light candles, and had left my window blocked earlier, so the only source of light was coming from the door behind him. His face was cast in shadow, but I could still make out the rage and betrayal on his face when I stumbled backwards.

I caught the vague sound of Ja'far telling him not to push himself.

Sinbad was so close I could smell the blood, dirt and sweat on him. That was my fault. Sure it was originally what was going to happen, but I could have stopped it. His pain was my fault through my omission.

"Why didn't you say anything?!"

Did it have to be Sinbad yelling at me? He had been my comfort character, and now he was towering over me and shoving my sins in my face. I was scared. I tried to be brave. "If I told you any of the details then you would have prevented it, and I couldn't let you-"

"Of course I would!! Are you with them?! You promised you'd explain! So explain!" The current was filling the room.

How much was okay to say? "When I said today needed to happen I meant it. Aladdin needed that new power, and Alibaba needed to take in his friend's Rukh. In a few years there's going to be a war that will trigger a worse dark spot than the one that formed in First Sindria." Sinbad's grip tightened on my shoulders, but he didn't scare me. "Aladdin and Alibaba will be among the first responders, and their help will be key to destroying the dark spot. And only a few more years after that, there will be an even greater threat. Only those with altered Rukh will be able to fight it! Today's events will lead to more than just Alibaba having their Rukh altered so they can help. I didn't want to do this! I hate that I couldn't find a way out of this!" I knew that I could potentially force those fates faster if I said the wrong thing, but there was also no way to prevent either if I said nothing.

Sinbad and the others were saying something but I couldn't hear them over my own heart beat. His grip lighten on me. His trust deserved a more thorough explanation.

"Al Thamen's agenda was written by a powerful sorcerer that could read fate. Just like most of them, he does not have a body of his own but he's still trapped in a pocket dimension. David wants to break into this world and a specific different dimension connected to it." My voice shook.

Ja'far tried to sum up my implications. "So then we just have to prevent him from-"

I laughed. "'You can't out run what's already here.'" It was a quote from Homestuck, but it worked just as well to describe the situation with David. "He gained a door to this world 10 years ago, and is now just waiting." I could feel the room stiffen. "During the fall of First Sindria he connected to that massive influx of black Rukh, and can enter through it. In a few years the leader of Al Thamen will notice and work with his current vessel to realize his goal."

Saying it out loud made tears form in my eyes. I wasn't talking about something that happened to a character; it was the world I was living in. Was David listening through Sinbad right now? I could feel the waves around me but not what they meant.

Sinbad's voice was commanding. "Where is his vessel now?"

"Even if I told you, it's not something that can be destroyed so easily." There was no way Sinbad would commit suicide, so he could figure it out for himself.

His eyes were like molten gold even in the dark as he tried to find the information I was withholding. "Why won't you tell us where?"

I was scared of answering, but it didn't make my blood run cold. Every moment I spent with Sinbad made me less scared that he would fulfill the same fate. It was still possible, but there were more possibilities now. The flow was changing.

"Because ... when you learned where he is and some other information, you were the one to activate the spell and destroy the world." I felt one tear fall.

"What? Why would I do such a thing??" Sinbad's grip on my shoulders tightened.

"Sin is doing everything he can to bring about peace!” Ja'far defended.

I put up my hands to calm them. "For the past 15 years, you have been fighting, and growing your power and influence. Sindria and the Seven Seas Alliance hold more power than 2 of the oldest and largest Empires this world has ever seen. Only an idiot would think you won't eventually become the person that stands at the top."

The waves around me urged me to continue. "When you have no more power to gain, and you reached your goal of peace, what do you do? Find a new ambition to work towards? Spend all your time maintaining the status quoe? Or do you continue doing what you've always done?" I shrugged and put my hands back down. "The answer is obvious. Upon learning that there was a way to reach other dimensions and worlds you took it. You wanted to bring your vision of equality to other dimensions." It was twisting the facts a bit, but not entirely wrong. What he had wanted was to imbue his will on the Rukh to achieve his goal of peace eternally, then he wanted to kill the gods above him to bring everyone to the same level.

The fact that they believed everything I said astounded me. I had just said that Sinbad would be the one to destroy the world. Even in the dark, I could see in his eyes the growing realization that I was right -that given the opportunity he would do anything to broadened his horizons and influence- and the silence of his generals was proof they agreed.

Sinbad's waves were swirling around me. My head was swimming. I didn't want him to hate me but it felt inevitable after telling him what type of person he'd become. Another tear fell.

"Those that fight against the spell, talk to you and make you realize there are other options, but it's too late. David will be there keeping the spell active. He is a cruel person who cannot see outside of himself and the fate he dedicated his life to. You sacrifice your life and take David down with you."

David was probably listening in. Even though letting him know that I know was dangerous, I felt like I had reached a check-mate. Sinbad now knew where David and fate would lead him if he didn't change his ways. I could feel the waves radiating out of Sinbad. He would choose a different fate. I could only hope it would be a better one.

I might not like the many of the decisions he made in the original but I liked Sinbad. He was kind at his core even when he became corrupted by pain and greed. That kindness was why he became a comfort character for me.

The tears I had been holding back began to fall and I shut my eyes -I could barely see anyway. "More than anything else, I don't want to watch you become someone you hate. You're waves are literally changing right in front of me but I still don't know if it can be avoided!" I knew Sinbad didn't agree with David, but language is power; there was no way he wasn't influenced by him.

The pressure on my left shoulder was gone, and my tears were being wiped away on that side. "You can feel my waves?" Any quieter and I would have thought I was hearing things.

I gave a half hearted attempt to shake him off; I couldn't accept a kind gesture from him. I didn't deserve it. "How could I not when they're aimed right at me?"

He had stopped wiping my tears but cupped my cheek instead. The warmth of his hand was more comforting than I could fight against. I found myself leaning into that warmth despite myself.

That's right; Sinbad could feel the waves of fate, and had so much influence over them that with his greed he became like a god before his death. How was I supposed influence him enough to save him? "I read your life so many times trying to figure how to change it! How can I prove that the ends don't justify the means when I just let people die so others can be saved in the fut-!”

I couldn't speak.

There was suddenly a soft warm pressure keeping my mouth closed and I was overwhelmed by the waves. I felt like I was under water -floating. This wave brought a strange sense of peace with it.

I didn't dare open my eyes. I didn't want to believe what I was feeling when I realized it wasn't one of his hands covering my mouth.

To add insult to injury my dumb ass didn't even try to fight it; I didn't want to fight it, and it wasn't from fear. But there had to be a better way to get my attention.

((This is the first illustration I ever made for SP. I liked it so much I

Since I couldn't speak I was calming down, or maybe my adrenaline was dying. I was a bit disgusted with myself for playing that trope straight. I couldn't believe he had shut me up that way -it was Sinbad, but still- and in front of his generals no less!

Ja'far and Masrur yelled something, and I felt Sinbad's bangs tickle my face as he stood up right and I was able to talk again.

I opened my eyes, and the complaint I wanted to say got caught in my throat when I caught his expression.

He looked as shocked as I felt. I could barely see him in the dark of the room, but there was something else in his expression that I couldn't understand, or maybe just like the kiss, I didn't want to believe what I was seeing.

His hand caressed my cheek as it slipped off. It was only then that I noticed how much his hands were trembling. Of course he was exhausted. He had been badly injured fighting the dark Djinn, and used up a lot of magoi.

Sinbad leaned towards me again and closed his eyes, but he definitely wasn't aiming to lock lips again. His other hand slipped off of my shoulder as he fell on top of me. I managed to catch him and not crumple under his weight. I'd carried 6ft(183cm) tall men before so I wasn't unused to our size difference. They were twinks though. Sinbad's muscle put him outside of the range I could deal with for long. I knew I was out of shape, but, dang, he was heavy as dead weight.

Ja'far and Masrur took him off my hands -literally. On their way out Ja'far let me know that we'd "have to continue this conversation later" like it wasn't obvious, and apologized on Sinbad's behalf for his behavior towards the end.

After that I passed out from all the emotions and sudden lack of adrenaline.

((You can see which parts I was able to save and reuse in the final version. :3

The end got kinda rambly and preachy, huh? A lot of the dead end chapters have moments like that where they devolve into grief letters.

I want to post the ch5 and maybe ch6 from this Dead End too, but I'm stuck between 2 drafts from the ch5: Draft11(more violent) or Draft13(less violent). Where ch4 has Mori basically venting and processing my feelings about Sinbad to Sinbad, ch5 is the same but for Ja'far. Parts of ch5 were used in the start of final version of ch24. Also, the fears that lead Mori to act the way they did with Ja'far in ch19 are what happens in the Dead End of ch5. If you guys could let me know which version you're more interested in, I'd really appreciate it.))

#adventures of Simpbad #magi prophet fanfic #sinbad x oc #sinbadxoc #magi fanfiction #magi fanart #king sinbad #sinbad magi #magi sinbad

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creaturefeaturecommando · 4 years ago

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My Remake of Sinbad Legend of The Seven Seas part 2

At Sinbad's trial, he is found guilty of treason and sentenced to death. Proteus interrupts the trial and demands for the right of substitution. He says that he'll take Sinbad's place since he believes him and to let Sinbad go to Tartarus to recover the book, much to his father's protests. Proteus stands his ground and says that if Sinbad can't recover the book, He'll be put to death instead. Sinbad has 10 days to return the book. Sinbad is released as the handcuffs are put on Proteus. As Proteus is being taken to his prison cell, he looks at Sinbad and says "I love you. Do not fail me." out loud, surprising King Dymas and The Ambassadors while Marina looks with a small smile that quickly turns into a determined look.

As Sinbad sails on his ship, he reveals to his crew that he's decided to leave Syracuse and Proteus for good, having left that life behind. Kale, tries to tell Sinbad that they just can't leave Proteus to die but Sinbad doesn't listen. Sinbad heads to the cabins to see that Marina has stowed away onto the ship. Sinbad is angry and blows up at Marina but Marina just states that she wants to make sure that Sinbad gets to Tartarus so Proteus doesn't die. Marina calls Sinbad selfish for leaving Proteus die so she decides to cater to his selfish needs and gives him some diamonds.

Sinbad agrees to help Proteus if only Marina gives him more money, which she agrees. They sail to Tartarus using the north star. Eris sees this and is impressed that Sinbad isn't running away but is also annoyed. Eris sends Sirens after Sinbad to delay his crew. They sail into a place called "The Dragons Teeth" where the Sirens are waiting for them along with sharp rocks, damaged ships and dangerous waters. They start singing and the crew is quickly entranced, But not Marina. The beautiful sirens bewitch the crew and try to trick them into drowning. The sirens try to get Sinbad overboard and Marina, hoping that Sinbad still loves Proteus shouts at him to think of Proteus. This backfires as a siren takes the form of Proteus and quickly seduces Sinbad. Marina gets Sinbad's dog spike to bite him and drag him away just as they escape "The Dragon's Teeth"

The rest of the crew is overjoyed to know that Marina saved them from the Sirens while Sinbad is angry that his ship has gotten wrecked which angers Marina that Sinbad is so ungrateful and the crew make Sinbad apologize to Marina. Rat swings over to Marina and offers her some fruit to eat that he stole from the ball in Syracuse since he figures she wouldn't want to be stuck eating eggs and pickles. Marina takes the fruit and thanks Rat. Rat offers to take her up to see the skies sometime. Marina smiles and says she'd love that.

As Proteus is imprisoned in Sinbad's previous cell, King Dymas tries to get his son to leave Syracuse so that he doesn't face execution for Sinbad, Having bribed the Ambassador's guards and secured a ship for Proteus to escape. Dymas refuses to let Proteus be executed but Proteus has faith in Sinbad. Dymas yells at Proteus and tells him that he is foolish for still loving Sinbad and that Sinbad had left him once and that he'll just leave him again and that Sinbad doesn't love Proteus. King Dymas says to Proteus "The Sinbad you loved when you we're a child is gone !" While Proteus responds "The Sinbad I loved when I was a child is still in him as a man, I've seen it and I've seen Sinbad's love for me, It's still there !" Proteus looks at his father. "Father, if you can't accept that I love and trust Sinbad with my own life, I need you to leave. I know what I'm doing and I hope that you will see that I'm not a child anymore. I can make my own choices and I choose to trust Sinbad" King Dymas leaves, upset and angry. Proteus walks over to the window and rests his head on the window sill as he gazes out into the ocean. "Please hurry, My love" he says in a whisper. He then takes something out of his pocket. It is the note Sinbad left him ten years ago that just read "I'm GONE" Proteus hugs it close to his heart and looks at it again, Old tear stains on the paper being replaced by new ones as they fall from Proteus' eyes. He then looks back out into the ocean. "I have faith in you." He whispers again, gripping the paper.

#sinbad legend of the seven seas #sinbad x proteus #dreamworks #dreamworks animation #DreamWorks should just give me the rights

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crapitskizaru · 6 years ago

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Kidbad™️ x Reader (Sinbad!Eustass Kid)

I thinks after many glorious kidbad edits we need a scenario with his s/o from the movie 😂.Maybe the part when the island comes to life when they stoped to repair and arguining I can see them doing that.

Warning: dumbass kiddo cuz this is how im trying to comfort myself after dino disaster™️

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He caressed the ship’s side with affection, as if he was sharing an intimate moment with his lover.

“How did one person do so much damage?” he muttered more to himself than to the dog but Spike responded anyway, wiggling his tail enthusiastically.

“You like them, don’t you?” Kid couldn’t help but pat the dog’s back. “You damn traitor.”

The island they temporarily stopped at seemed promising - at least from afar. They determined there should be enough wood to repair the damages; even though Kid knew the ship would have been fine without any renovations, his eyes hurt whenever they landed on broken pieces of once-impressive and, far more important, expensive mahogany carvings lying around the deck.

“All right, listen up. We’re here for ten minutes,” Killer announced. “You get lost, you get left.”

With a deep sigh, the captain gathered himself from the floor. His crew was already leaving the ship, mostly to feel a steady ground beneath their feet. Repairing their captain’s beloved ship was one of the lowest points on their list of priorities, but Kid couldn’t complain - as long as they brought the essential materials.

“So I’m going to need a full set of chisels, the jack plane, and about a cord of cut wood.”

“You heard the captain. Find some logs and be quick about it.” Killer grabbed a bucket and started getting off the ship himself. He wanted to add some comforting words at the sight of Kid’s pained expression when the man discovered yet another scratch on the ship’s side.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” Your voice made Kid flinch halfway through patting the damaged railing. “You only need a little tree sap, and she’ll be as good as new.”

“When I want your advice, I’ll-” he stopped abruptly when you jumped onto the island’s ground, ignoring his words, a bucket in hand. “Hey, hey, hey! Where do you think you’re going?”

Kid tried to suppress the incoming wave of anger when all of the response he got from you was silence - and your back turned to him.

“Well, fine. At least take someone with y-”

Words got stuck in his throat and got smothered away as soon as he spotted the rest of his crew surrounding you, stupid grins plastered on their faces.

“Why, thank you,” you chimed, putting on a little act just to see the hateful expression of your captain’s. “How nice to see some men haven’t forgotten a little common courtesy.”

Killer was about to leave the ship but he stopped at the sound of someone gritting their teeth.

“Common courtesy,” Kid muttered. “Not so fast, Killer.”

“But you know they’re right. The tree sap would be perfect for-”

“Just. Stay with the ship.”

Kid didn’t like the suppressed sigh of his first mate - this kind of sigh a parent lets out when their child keeps whining to get a new toy. Kid didn’t like the island either; the sun was shining just too brightly, the trunks of trees too thin to make use of, the ground far too dry.

And them. Still accompanied by Kid’s dumb mates, they wandered around with that annoying, innocent expression on their face. Kid struggled to keep up on the steep hill of the island.

“I already said ‘thank you’!” he yelled after the group. “That’s what this is all about, isn’t it?”

“It’s about repairing the ship.” You approached the first tree you could lay your eyes on. “If I break something, I fix it. Um, knife, please.”

“Oh, yeah, like I’d give you a weapon?”

Never before had Kid felt so betrayed by his crew than at that moment. The knives they always spent so much time on sharpening were now eagerly offered up to literally the worst person that ever walked on the planet.

“Thank you, Heat,” you smirked flirtatiously and grabbed his knife. It took a lot of effort, but eventually you managed to cut through the tree’s bark and catch the flowing stream of its sap into the bucket.

“You know, you really need to be more courteous, captain. He, he.” Heat didn’t get a chance to react when his captain’s fist landed directly on his face, sending him backward.

“Oh, great,” Kid murmured. “Now I’m getting etiquette lessons from a fried bilge rat.”

“Well, they did save the ship, captain.”

“Why, thank you, Wire.”

“And now they’re helping to fix it!”

“Very handy, I say. And brave-”

“This...disaster of a person wouldn’t know how to fix a broken fingernail!” Kid snarled, waves of heat circulating through his chest. They already destroyed his ship, stole his crew, even his dog, with their stupid remarks and bravery. And charms. And their quick wits. And-

“Honestly, you’re the most boorish, pig-headed man I’ve ever met,” they complained, piercing him with a glare.

“Oi, kitten. I’ve seen the highborn boys your type hangs out with...and I’m the only man you’ve ever met.”

By the shocked gasps his crew must have faked, Kid figured he may have gone too far - his worries evaporating in a speed of light as soon as a bucket hit the back of his head, cold, slimy liquid running down his spine.

He turned around with a smirk. Did they really want to start a fight with him?

“Oh, no. No, no-” You had to stop and close your mouth so that you wouldn’t swallow a missile of stinky mud which hit your face with surprising strength, making you stumble.

He was unbearable. He was awful. He was just the worst.

“You...you...” You searched for an accurate adjective while wiping the mud off of your face. “Egoistical...”

“You spoiled...”

“-disrespectful,” A particular, and also quite unfortunate, lobster crawling around seemed just right to be used as a projectile so you picked it up. “Pretentious, pompous-”

“Deluded!” Kid shook his goggles to get rid of the tree sap inside of them. “High and mighty...”

But you were already too pumped up to care about anything he wanted to say, now throwing every little, or not so little, thing that had been unlucky to lay within close proximity. “-self-centered, untrustworthy, ungrateful, impossible, insufferable...”

“At least I’m not repressed!” Kid yelled, finally stopping your rant.

“Repressed?” The question ended up being gritted through your teeth. “I’ll show you repressed!”

You snatched a plank from the ground - it must have been attached to a root, but the boiling anger in your gut gave you a surge of strength as you lifted it up and was about to poetically slap your captain across the face and knock away that stupid expression.

But before you made your new dream come true, the ground shivered underneath your feet.

“What the...?”

All the trees and bushes suddenly disappeared, as if sucked into the island. You were blinded by a sudden light and a lantern, a huge ball of white, moved towards your group.

“Put it back,” Kid ordered, separating the words, and for once - you listened.

If the island turned out to be an enormous sea creature...Your chances of making it back to the ship were dropping with each second.

The ground moved again, revealing an eyeball the size of a swimming pool; and it was staring straight at you.

“Ew!” you couldn’t help but flinch.

“Ew!” Heat grimaced as he lost his balance and fell right onto the eye, landing on a slimy substance. “Ew!” he exclaimed once again when Spike started to lick the mucus with awful enthusiasm.

“Run!” Kid’s roar snapped you out of the paralysis as all of your crewmates - including you - suddenly discovered their hidden talent in sprinting with the speed of light. “It’s a fucking fish! Killer!”

You were far too scared to care about Kid practically shouting into your ear, your legs seemingly lifting you off the ground and into the air, gusts of wind blowing around your whole frame.

Kid noticed the gap between the fish’s flipper and its body before you did. “Jump!”

And so you jumped, not paying attention to how wide the gap was - for all you cared, it could be the size of the Grand Canyon and you would have still taken a leap - what mattered was getting to the ship in one piece and sailing away.

You lost your balance on the other side, stumbling forward and into the arms of the most annoying man on Earth. But he did soften your landing, so you sent him a thankful smile.

He was about to say something but you were soon whooshed away by the rest of the crew making it through the precipice, all of you sliding down the fish’s side - you were blinded by speed, tearing up, the rush of air knocking the breath out of your lungs.

With the corner of your eye, you noticed Killer guiding the ship in your direction.

Thank you, God, for Killer, you managed to think before you were once again launched into the air.

You were already starting to worry about getting your face smashed into the wooden deck before a pair of arms caught you, and you found yourself in the embrace of the worst captain the world had ever seen. But you wouldn’t ever swap him for any other captain, no way.

Landing on two feet beside Killer, you and Kid watched in awe as the giant fish moved from its previous spot, preparing to swim away and sending a whole wave of salty ocean water into the deck of the ship.

As the fish submerged, only the creaking of the railing and the annoyed groans of the crew disturbed the silence.

“I don’t know about you,” Kid panted slightly, taunting you with a raised eyebrow. “But I ain’t ever doing this shit again.”

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threadofdestiny · 5 years ago

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The opportunities we may take

(The Picture was a comission I odered from a friend. Check her out -> Fantasiamind_art)

Part 2

Sinbad x OC

Soukmate AU

Reaching out to him

---- Sacred Island of Dalmasca----

Calmly, Salome listened as the waves continued to hit the stony cliffs underneath her. There she sat bathing in the warm sunlight, her legs tucked next to her body. She looked aimlessly across the sea, waiting for a sign that told her what to do next. The Rukh flew in circles around her body, never to drift too far away from her. They were silent at the moment, just like the girl they were constantly following. Her hands rested in her lap as she clutched a small round object. After playing carefully with the small ball for a few moments, she lifted it towards the sun and let the rays break on the smooth, glassy surface. It's turquoise color shone softly in the light, while the breaking rays made rainbow-colored spots dancing on her soft rose colored skin.

"Tell me, Alexander, what should I do?", Salome asked softly, her gaze briefly scurrying to her wrist. The golden bangle shimmered in the midday sun, but there was no reaction from the djinn inside said object. Salome frowned as she turned her gaze back to the small ball in her fingers.

"A few days ago the rukh said, that he had decided against it again, that he is on his way to build a kingdom. I wish I could just take a boat, sail to him and ask him why he is such a coward. Or why he doesn't care as much about this link as I do", she continued, speaking to the bracelet.Slowly she lowered the round shiny object in her hands to her lips, placing them softly on the smooth glass. "I'm sure he feels it too", She murmured, eyes closed, while she let her arms sink into her lap again. Her heart, which was heavy in her chest, pulled painfully together. "I- I know, I know... Maybe I should just accept it. He had the opportunity to come. Maybe it shouldn't have been. But maybe...", she broke off the sentence in order to let her gaze wander over the sea again thoughtfully.

Maybe she could take the chance once to reach out for him.

Absent, Salome raised her free hand and reluctantly stretched it out in front of her, as if she were trying to reach for something invisible that was there on the vastness of the sea. The golden little birds made motivating noises as they danced wildly around her outstretched fingers, making the girl smile.

"I finally came to a decision, Alexander! The waiting has come to an end. I will send it to him. Perhaps this is how I can at least tell him those few sentences, which I would like to give him on his way", She explained to herself, throwing the little round crystal up in the air and catching it contentedly with both hands. Motivated, Salome got up and turned around herself once. The wide white skirt of her simple dress was playfully fanning out as she moved.

"And then, you and I will try to save as many as we can. I'm counting on you, Alexander, I'll need your help soon", she declared in a determined tone. "You are going to help as well, right?", she asked the rukh, which flew undeterred around her. With a searching view, she turned her back to the sea and sadly looked at the small town that was located down in the valley of the island. "The priests and blessed ones have already begun to evacuate the citizens. But some do not want to leave their country. We need to protect them at all costs, do you here me?", she muttered as her gaze glided over the ships, which were carefully loaded. From her high position, the people looked like little bustling ants as they went about their day's work. To her left, the holy temple of Solomon towered over the small land like a dormant watchman. Its walls integrated into the white stone of the sleeping volcano that makes up the middle of the small island. In the distance, she could see some people moving in her direction leaving the temple, but she did not pay them any further attention because they were still too far away.

Yes, she decided, she will do her best

Determined, she nodded to herself, turned to the cliffs again and approached the edge carefully. Deeply inhaling, she raised her arms to fold her fingers in front of her chest, the small glass ball tightly enclosed within both hands. "Please, make sure that my last words reach him", she whispered quietly while she kept her eyes closed in concentration. As if acting on command, Solomons rukh danced around her in an euphoric rhythm, confirming that they would comply to her wish. Happy with their answer, she stretched her hands over the edge of the cliff and slowly opened her fingers. With shiny turquoise-green eyes, she watched as the round crystal slowly slipped out of her fingers, only to witness how it plummet and then sink into the deep blue sea.

"Fare well!"

A strong gust of wind shot around Salome and tugged at her dress as she stepped back to eventually turn away, when suddenly the sky darkened over her. The rukh now in panic, warning her to get away, she heart screaming from behind her.

"Salome, watch out"

Before she could react, two magical projectiles hit each other. The pressure that came from it caused her to lose her balance and make her fall to the ground. As she raised her gaze, she stared into a cloud of black-colored Rukh, swirling around a person wrapped in equally black fabrics.

They were far too early. How had he been able to overcome the barriers?

Looking to the sky, it confirmed that the protection had not been breached. So how could that be? She struggled to stand up while keeping her eyes firmly on the dark figure. Her thoughts raced for miles per second as she pondered what to do. She had to protect the people in the valley, so much was clear to her, but how? Carefully Salome got up as her friend's steps behind her grew louder and louder, signaling her, that they were getting closer. Determined, she firmed her stand as her trembling fingers snaked around the metal vessel on her wrist.

"You are not welcome here! Go away!"

----Heliohapt----

"You are strong. You have courage, intelligence and power more than anyone else!"

"You can never truly become a king"

"Marry me"

Like a mantra, the rose haired princess's words echoed in his head, tortured him hours later, after the day slowly tilted to its end. For an eternity he had been lying in bed and licking his wounds like an injured animal. Uneasy, Sinbad rolled from one side to the other until he finally lay on his back, an arm placed over his throbbing eyes. The pillow, actually pleasantly soft, felt like a brick against his neck, while the soft hotel bed didn't provide him any rest. Despite the fact that it wasn't very late, the room was already shrouded in complete darkness. He hadn't bothered to turn on a lamp when he entered the room some time ago. Even the tray of food that Ja'far had brought him before, he had left untouched on the table in the corner of the room. Sinbad didn't want to eat anything. He just wanted to sleep, but he seemed to be unable to find some rest.

He had failed. This little pampered princess had twisted his words in his mouth and made him look stupid in the end. She actually snatched the djinn away from him right under his nose.

"Marry me!", she said.

Angry, he snorted as the words reverberated again in his memory. No! Definitely not! Unnerved, Sinbad groaned as he abruptly sat up and let his face sink into his callused hands. Hot, with every passing second he got hotter as the frustration within him rose. As if he were marrying someone just to get his Kingdom. No, he didn't need a princess from any scarred country to achieve his goals. It felt wrong just to think about marrying someone to get power. He was a free man. He wouldn't give it up, not if he could see that he didn't need it.

At that very moment, another person's silhouette appeared before his inner eye. Her brown hair pulled in a long braid resting gently on her back. Her face was hidden by some loose strands that fell into her face, while her folded fingers touched the contouring of her lips. Slowly she shook her head and muttered something he couldn't hear.

The heat formed beads of sweat on his neck, which became so unpleasant that he began to pull at his collar. He opened his eyes and stared uneasily into the empty room as he tried to scare away the images in his head. He needed fresh air, it was far too stuffy in his room. Hastily, he got out of bed while quickly opening the buttons of his tunic to free himself from it. Taking a deep breath, he dropped the garment to the ground when he finally pulled it off his body. With quick steps, he approached the only window in the room and ripped it open. His airways filled with cooled desert air as he rested his hands on the window sill, while he let the pleasant air glide over his sweaty torso.

"Damn it!", he growled, as his fingers cramped over the wood. "I'm not the right man for a romantic relationship. Leave me alone", as if he wanted to convince not only himself, but also the two women who haunted his consciousness. Serendine's voice fell silent and left him at peace, but it was as if the girl unknown to him was shrugging before his inner eye as if he had beaten her. It was as if these words had actually reached her. He directly regretted them, but why? It wasn't real! She wasn't here. Exhausted, he raised his eyes to the dark sky as he wiped his arm over his damp forehead. A bitter taste spread to his taste buds as he pondered why his thoughts kept wandering over to that one particular girl. Was it because it would be an inaccurate variable in his life? Was he intrigued by that fact? Or was it something else? Not wanting to pursue those thoughts, fearing what these feelings might trigger in him, he concentrated, looking out into the night without registering his actual surroundings. No, he had to be sure that he was still on his right track. Serendine was not the way to reach his goals, he could see that. She would accompany him for some time, cross his paths occasionally, but at some point she would no longer play a role in his life. He stared crampedly at the lines that emerged before his eyes. Everything was as it should be. Today was an unpleasant failure, but it did not distract him from his actual path. Everything was in good order.

So why did he catch himself looking for the path that leads him to that brown haired girl, then?

But, wait! Where was she? Sharply, he breathed in the cool night air, his wild gaze drove over the individual lines, while he searched for that specific one. "W-What?", he breathed, panic spreading in his chest. It wasn't there. Where was she? Why could he not discover her path. Breathing heavily, he leaned further out of the window, as if he could catch a closer look at the waves in front of him. Nothing. Gone. Shocked, he felt his heart beating heavily, when he realized what this would have mean. He felt the blood in his veins froze as a suffocated sound escaped his lips. What was that? Why did he feel like he had lost something important? Trembling, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine the girl figuratively. But when he did, he could only observe how she dissolved right in front of him into thousands of small golden birds. "No...don't leave. I come and get you. I swear", he whispered hoarsely, When he realized that he couldn't reach her anymore. His hands shot forward and grabbing into the void, catching nothing but cold air. He had not taken his opportunity and now he is going to pay the price for it.

That was the night he vowed that he would never going to marry someone else

#adventuresofsinbad #adventures of sinbad #sinbad #sinbadxoc #ocxsinbad #Sindbad x oc #Magi #magilabyrinthofmagic #magithekingdomofmagic #sinbad no bouken #magi labyrinth of magic #magi kingdom of magic #fanfic #Sinbad magi

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koukouture · 5 years ago

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Meant for you chapter 9) Letters

This chapter is just a string of back and fourth letters in between Amaris, Hakuren, and a bit of Kouen

’Dear Amaris,

Hey, it’s me, Hakuren. Have you considered it yet? You could be a general, you’d live more comfortably and maybe you’d even make some friends here. Tamira said that you really are a great person, I’m interested in seeing that side of you. Kouen seems to have a thing for you, he thinks you’re cute :). I’m sure you’d get along with him, and maybe even my older brother, Hakuyuu. And maybe you can brush up on your sword skills, you must be out of practice after a few years living alone. I really hope to see you here

Sincerely, Mr. High and Mighty’

Amaris smiled a little while reading the letter. Hakuren might have been an annoying prick at first, but he seemed like a good person. And, she did want friends again. Maybe, it’d be a nice change. And at the palace, tell source of the entire series’ problems sat next to the Emperor. She’d need to kill Hakuren and his siblings, sure, but she’s have to save them from the fire first. The fire that would come in four years time.

‘Dear Hakuren,

Thanks for your letter. I’ll take it up. I really do need something to do after a year of pretty much nothing. I’m a little rusty now with my combat skills, but I’m sure I can train up again. Sorry I was rude to you, but, in my defence, you strolled into my house without my permission. But, anyways, I accept your offer. Just don’t break into my house again, ok?

Sincerely, Amaris

P.S Tell Kouen I think he’s cute too’

Hakuren couldn’t help the giddy laugh that escaped him as he went to show the letter to Kouen. “Hey Kouen!” He called, seeing the third prince reading under a tree in the gardens. He went over and showed the letter to him. “It’s from Amaris” he paused as Kouen read the letter, and turned red as his hair when he got to the last part. Hakuren laughed, getting his predicted reaction.

“You just can’t talk to girls can you?” he asked the younger male.

Kouen huffed “Why would I need to? It’s not like I’m gonna have to bear any heirs for the Empire”

And for the rest of the day, Hakuren wouldn’t stop teasing him about it, even though Hakuyuu had told him many times to stop and leave the poor boy alone.

‘Dear Amaris,

Thanks for the letter, I’d ask you to come over but father is away on a little trip. And I’m sort of grounded for breaking into your house. I know you must be thinking ‘serves him right’ but come on. What is a bored teen gonna do cooped up inside his palace? I know you at least have something to do since you choose to stay in, but really, what do you do? It’s so boring in here. I love my family sure but, I wanna go outside! I also got a load of assignments to do as punishment! And I told Kouen, his reaction was hilarious. You two should go out sometime. He’s always so stuck up and serious, it’d be nice for him to relax. And he’s always asking when he’ll see you again. Anyways, I’m probably gonna get caught not doing my work soon so, send another letter, ok?

Sincerely, Hakuren’

Amaris laughed a little seeing what state he was in. She reminded him of Sinbad, in a way. Just less flirty.

‘Dear Hakuren,

It does serve you right. And, well, drawing is a good way to pass time. But I can see you have your hands full with all those assignments so maybe not. I really should have reported you, Prince or not you can’t just walk into someone’s house without their permission. How the hell did you find my treasury anyways? As for Kouen, give the poor boy a break. And I wouldn’t be so fast to think that he has a thing for me. Maybe he’s just interested in metal vessels and djinns. Tell him to send a letter, I would be happy to explain it to him

Sincerely, Amaris’

Hakuren grinned stupidly as he went to seek out Kouen, and sure enough, he found him in the library. “So, Amaris wrote back, and she’s wondering if you want to send a letter to her”

Kouen did a good job of hiding his excitement, but Hakuren saw it. “Alright, I will”

“Just give it to me when you’re done, I’ll send it with mine” he said before leaving his cousin, still smiling like an idiot because oh boy did he want to screw around with his baby cousin...

’Dear Amaris,

Hakuren told me that I could write to you, so I want to ask you a few questions. First, what are dungeons like? I heard that there are puzzles that test the candidates. But I’m wondering if they’re a bit more personal, like testing each candidate individually. Second, which dungeon did you capture? There are so many these days that I can’t keep track of which ones have been conquered and which ones haven’t. Third, have you ever met a Magi? I know most likely you haven’t, but I’m still curious. I hope this doesn’t bother you.

Sincerely, Kouen’

Amaris was surprised by how much he wanted to know. Sure that was part of his character but at this age? She was pretty sure she wou”Don’t want to know that much.

‘Dear Kouen,

It’s fine, I’m not bothered. I can’t exactly answer your first question, there was no one else with me when I conquered my dungeon. So I have no way of knowing that. But dungeons test smarts and combat skills, that much I can tell. I’ve been in only one other dungeon, and I’m assuming it would also test leadership. And the djinn decides weather you are worthy or not of receiving it’s power. Usually there’s more than one person in a dungeon so I’m assuming my djinn didn’t really have a choice. I conquered the 16th dungeon, Sombra. A life djinn. I don’t know the full extent of his powers yet, having not been in combat with anyone else, and I haven’t mastered a full body djinn equip. As for your last question, yes, I have met a Magi. His name was Yunan, he was lost and my village took him in for about a day before he left. He chose my friend as a kings candidate, I entered the dungeon with him but of course, I didn’t conquer that dungeon. Hope this helps

Amaris’

Kouen read her answer. He was amazed. She had been inside of two dungeons? He had heard of people conquering more than one, but being in more than one without dying was impressive. He wondered who conquered that first dungeon...

‘Dear Amaris,

This is a weird and random question, but what’s with your hair? You have two streaks of black in the front but the rest is white. What’s up with that? And I’m trash at drawing, or any form of art. So maybe you can teach me. I read Kouen’s letter to you, boring really. I guess you’re right. He’s just interested in all that dungeon stuff. And I kind of am too. I’m gonna ask you something personal now, but, why are you all alone? Did someone used to live with you? What happened to your parents? Tamira said something about her not knowing your parents, do you not know them either? And, are you the same Amaris that escaped with that boy from Parthevia, Sinbad, was it? I’m sorry if that got personal.

Yours truly, Hakuren’

He knew that maybe Amaris was mad so he expected her to not write back as quickly. Two days, no response. Three days no response. An entire week, no response. But today was the fated day, where she would officially become a general of Kou.

#I know I know it's shit #I promise I got better #magi #magi the labyrinth of magic #magi the kingdom of magic #adventures of sinbad #magi adventures of sinbad #aos #magi aos #sinbad magi #sinbad x reader #sinbad x oc

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kyogre-blue · 6 years ago

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Nanowrimo, day 13 (wc 2385)

The first thing they had to do after docking was find out whether there were any local restrictions on who could do trade in the city and how. Once it was pointed out, Sinbad understood the concept. Although far less intense, it was the same as Partevia — outsider had to battle regulations and paperwork to earn their right to trade in the country.

One of the dock master’s subordinates readily, if somewhat distractedly, pointed them in the right direction.

To trade in Napolia, and indeed in Reim as a whole, it was necessary to become a member of the trade union. And as for the details of what the trade union required to grant membership…

“1000 gold coins?!” Ja’far hissed in shock. His hands seemedling instinctively itched toward his hidden darts — until Rurumu’s hand came down on his head in a light chop. Light by Imuchakk standards, anyway.

“Proper comportment, always,” she reminded him in a gentle, lilting voice. To the trade union receptionist, she smiled and gave a small nod of acknowledgement. “Thank you for the information, sir. Please allows to discuss how we will proceed.”

The trader had to crane his neck back to look at her from where he was sitting. Clearing his throat slightly, he said, “C-certainly. We look forward to your application. I’m sure your business would add exciting new business to our city.”

Since their group was fairly large, they had decided that only Sinbad, Rurumu and Ja’far would head to the trade union to apply — or fail to apply, as the situation turned out — while Hinahoho, Vittel and Mahad worked on docking and unloading their goods, and Alibaba headed out on his own matters. By then time the first group made their way back to their dock, the second group was halfway through unloading everything onto the pier, and Alibaba had also returned.

“That girl in Reim? Girl? Yunan, what kind of description was that…?!” he was muttering to himself, holding his head and pacing in the shadow of the stacked merchandize.

It seemed like his matters were not going well. Fortunately, Sinbad was more than willing to provide a distraction.

Calling everyone over, he quickly summarized the situation. “In short,” he said, “we need 1000 gold pieces and a letter of recommendation from a member.”

“1000 gold pieces! That’s highway robbery!” Ja’far insisted.

“Is it really that big a problem?” Vittel wondered. “I mean, the treasure from Valefor was much more than that. Most of it went to the national chief, but there was still some left aside,” — Sinbad had learned his lesson in that respect — “and if there was anything left from Baal’s dungeon…”

“There wasn’t really,” Sinbad said quickly. “Not unless we borrow from Alibaba.” He glanced at his friend.

“It’s fine, I’ll keep the interest low,” Alibaba assured him. It was hard to tell whether he was joking. “It most likely won’t be just one thousand though. The only way to get a recommendation is to pay something in return. Right now, you don’t have any connections, not among the merchants or the nobles, so you can only rely on money, which will be a lot to convince someone to potentially risk their reputation by endorsing you, or on giving away part of your future business in some way.”

“And we’ll need to find out who the trade union members are first, and who we can try approaching about the recommendation,” Sinbad realized, sighing.

“Please leave the information gathering to us,” Vittel said quickly. “We have experience with that kind of work.” ...In a sense. Assassinations often required first researching the target, and Sham Lash had also at times served as a branch of Partevia’s intelligence agency. Their methods ran more toward stealing documents than asking around, but it was at least something they had familiarity with.

“Alright, then I’ll be counting on you,” Sinbad agreed. “We’ll speak to the dock master about paying for a longer stay. Then, we can load the merchandize back on for now and live aboard in the meantime to save some money. I can’t imagine the hotels or warehouses are cheap around here…”

Rurumu nodded. “But, Lord Sinbad, what shall we do about the food? Even with Valefor’s ice magic, it can’t be kept indefinitely without losing freshness.”

“If we can’t sell it, then…” Sinbad frowned, pursing his lips.

It was frustrating.

Since everything had been coming together, he had gotten too hasty. Something like the perishable nature of some goods like the rare extreme north fish should have occurred to him even without knowing about the difficulty of getting a trading license in Napolia. There were any number of other issues that could cause delay in travel, so he should have rejected anything that wasn’t suited to transport and storage. But he hadn’t been able to predict what would be most appealing to Reim citizens on the market, so Sinbad had focused on taking as many different things as Rametoto was willing to offer.

This was just a delay. They would enter the trade union eventually, Sinbad was sure. The interest in their Imuchakk goods was clearly high. And even without the perishables, they would have plenty of merchandize to sell. Fortunately, he had even set aside some additional funds from the treasure this time, remembering the difficulties of having kept nothing from Baal.

It was just a delay. But it was so frustrating.

“It’s not that you can’t sell entirely, it’s that you can’t sell in public,” Alibaba pointed out. “It should still be possible to sell privately. That is to say, if you approach an individual buyer and sign a contract with them without putting anything on the market in public.”

“You don’t sound very enthusiastic about it,” Sinbad noted. “I’m guessing this isn’t a good option.”

Turning it over in his mind, he thought he had an idea why.

Alibaba nodded. “It’s not great. You don’t want to be a supplier, you want to be an independent trading company. A famous one. If you resell, someone else will take the goods you’ve brought over and becomes the ones known for selling Imuchakk goods to the public. You’ll lose the first time on the market advantage, which is especially strong in this situation, not to mention the money lost depending on how much the resell buyer drives down the prices.”

“If it’s like that, better to throw it out and start over clean,” Ja’far judged ruthlessly.

“It’s just food, right? Compared to our other Imuchakk goods, it’s probably not as distinctive,” Hinahoho disagreed. “Most of it is fish or meat, and you can catch a lot of it outside Imuchakk territories too, so it might have even appeared here before.”

“That might be true for Eumera sea bream and the like, but I do not think anyone except our warriors would be able to hunt a black elder moose successfully,” Rurumu said. The creature she was referring to towered over even the Imuchakk and was extremely dangerous to hunt. She had a point — Sinbad couldn’t imagine any other tribes treating them as a prey animal, or sharing their kills with outsiders in the rare cases where they succeeded in bringing one down.

It wasn’t common even for the Imuchakk, and the fact that Rametoto had sold them some was a sign of his high expectations.

Both selling it to some other merchants to profit off of and just throwing it out felt unacceptable.

Everyone felt that way, regardless of which option their ultimately favored. The discussion continued back and forth in circles endlessly. Closing his eyes, Sinbad tried to block it out and think.

There had to be another way. He refused to believe it could be this kind of inescapable situation. He had never gone along with what the world wanted, so there had to be some other solution that would let him come out on top. He just had to find it.

“I think,” Alibaba said slowly, making everyone quiet down habitually, “there might be a third option. It’ll take extra work, but there might be extra benefits too.”

“In that case, please educate us, Mentor,” Sinbad said, smiling.

Again, he received an undeserved look of judgement.

Clearing his throat, Alibaba began to explain. “The reason you shouldn’t resell is that you’ll be giving ground to competition. Other merchants are your opponents, competing for the same resources — the buying power of the public. But not all merchants sell the same things, so not everyone is in direct competition for the same markets. In that case… why not make use of a market you couldn’t otherwise pursue?”

Vittel was frowning in confusion, and Mahad’s face was even more blank than usual. It was clear they didn’t understand, and the others were not much better off.

Only Rurumu nodded thoughtfully. “I see… As expected of Lord Alibaba,” she said. Glancing at her fiance with a smile, she explained, “Imagine if you bring down a silver frost bear. You don’t want to just give away the meat or the fur or the bones, since you can use those. But what about the fangs or claws? You’re not any good at making jewelry, and neither is Rika, and you don’t really have a use for them either. So why not go ahead and sell them?”

“Oh-ho, so it’s like that,” Hinahoho brightened.

“Yes, like that,” Alibaba agreed, beaming. “But if you play it smart, you can even have the person you’re selling to tell their customers, ‘These are made from the claws of a silver frost bear, that fearsome beast! The great warrior Hinahoho brought it down himself!’ as free advertisement. ...Well, using that analogy.” Taking a deep breath, he said simply, “What I’m suggesting is to resell to a restaurant.”

The idea that had been slowly taking shape finally came into focus, spreading out in Sinbad’s mind full of detail — and benefit.

“Oh!” His eyes brightened with excitement. “I see! We’ll never start a restaurant ourselves, so it’s not like we’re losing potential customers. And if presented right, we can even get people interested in Imuchakk, so they react even better when we finally open our own store!”

Sinbad had never been to a proper restaurant, but he imagined it was something like the taverns he’d sometimes visited with some of the merchants and sailors he worked with — on their expense, of course. One older man, whose clothes had been tailored for a much rounder figure before the war took a downturn, had proudly boasted about dining in the royal capital and in Aktia, back when his business had been flourishing.

‘Oh, this fish is quite interesting,’ the rich visitors would say. ‘How did you catch it?’

‘It’s all the way from the extreme north! Look at that powerful tail, you can only catch them with an enforced net, but the extra weight makes it hard to maneuver,’ the restaurant owner would brag, for some reason very familiar with the particulars of fishing. ‘Only an Imuchakk warrior would have the arm strength to turn them dexterously enough!’

‘Imuchakk? Tell me more!’

The image in Sinbad’s mind was a bit too... cozy to be a high class restaurant, but it was not entirely off.

Unaware of what Sinbad was imagining, Alibaba nodded along. “That’s right. When you think about it, people aren’t really going to know what to do with this kind of food items anyway. They won’t recognize most of them or know how to cook them. So this method of introducing Imuchakk cuisine to them is actually better, right? Especially if Miss Rurumu can provide some basic recipes when negotiating. Since you’re providing a one of a kind attraction that will give them an edge over their competitors, with Sinbad’s persuasive skills, a high profit is quite possible!”

“I can certainly do that,” Rurumu agreed. Turning to their young boss, she asked, “Lord Sinbad?”

Sinbad grinned. “Let’s do it!”

Once the decision had been made, he didn’t hesitate and immediately put together a plan of action.

“Rurumu and Hinahoho, look over the food stuff we brought and decide what kind of recipes we can sell. Also, put aside what we can use as a sample meal when we go to make the deal,” Sinbad issued orders rapidly. “Vittel, find out about the famous restaurants in Napolia and what their owners are like. Ja’far and Mahad, you’ll help me look for an office for our company and move the other goods there. After we’re done with the offloading and the deal, I want most of you to head back to Imuchakk and get a new shipment. We’ll figure out what we want to bring over once we see how the first few days go. Everyone clear on what to do?”

“Yes!!” A chorus of voices rang out.

The founding members of the Sindria Trading Company dispersed quickly, leaving only the two dungeon capturers in the ship’s cabin. Sinbad let out a silent breath. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t at least a little nervous, betting like this on obtaining a license somehow. But he would naturally forge onward ahead.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he smiled and clapped Alibaba on the shoulder.

“Thanks,” he said simply.

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing. The hard part will be landing the deal and making sure it runs smoothly,” Alibaba insisted, ducking his head and rubbing the back of his neck. However, there was a pleased smile tugging on his lips.

“Mm. Well, that’s true. I’ll handle the negotiations, but I’d like it if you could come too,” Sinbad said. “Just to observe. You can tell me afterwards how badly I let myself get cheated.”

There were things Sinbad didn’t know, like the tricks of business. But after making a mistake once, he would certainly never repeat it. He just needed to make sure he knew what his mistakes had been in the first place.

“Alright,” Alibaba agreed easily. “As long as it’s within the next few days, I’ll go with you. I’ll be heading out to Remano after that.” For some reason, he sighed heavily. “Not that I know what’ll do there. How am I even supposed to meet her...”

Sinbad patted him on the back.

#nanowrimo #My writing

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flicky1984 · 6 years ago

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The Sega Arcade Revolution: A History in 62 Games

Flicky (September 1984)

Maze games were very popular during the first half of the 1980s. Hits like Pac-Man had made large sums of money for Sega’s rivals, and though the video arcade industry was no longer moving at the same speed it had during its early years, the genre was still popular enough that publishers kept up a steady rhythm of releases. Sega looked to its R&D division to come up with something that could keep pace with Namco and Bally/Midway. What it got was a little blue bird named Flicky.

Flicky’s development team was led by Youji Ishii, a Sega designer who would one day be responsible for the classic game Fantasy Zone. Having joined Sega in April 1978 after graduating with a degree in electrical engineering, Ishii was interested in creating games that were bright and colorful, and he believed that his works should be happy experiences for players. He started working on sound effects for games like Deep Scan and Zaxxon and got his first chance at design with 1983’s Up’n Down, a pseudo–3D arcade driving game. It sold enough for Sega to assign him to another title, one that was likely more important to Ishii’s career as it was to his employer’s bottom line. Sega meant for Flicky to be its response to Namco’s Mappy, emulating the time-based maze dynamic that was popular at the time. The visual style and gameplay Ishii had in mind would give Sega the competitor it wanted (Derboo, “Flicky”; “Fantasy Zone—2014”).

Flicky put players in the role of a blue sparrow who must rescue her chick friends, called Chirps (In Japan, they were called “Piopio,” a misspelling of the Japanese word “pyopyo” which means “baby bird”). The chicks had run amok inside an apartment building, and Flicky had to gather them all and guide them to the exit. Hungry cats called “Tiger” in the Western version and “Nyannyan” in Japanese actively chased the chicks, as did an iguana named Iggy (Choro in Japan). Touching the chicks put them in line behind Flicky, who had to avoid enemies while bringing all the chicks to the door. Items such as cups and trumpets were scattered throughout the stages, and Flicky could shoot these items at the cats and iguana to temporarily incapacitate them. The Nyannyan couldn’t hurt the baby birds, but they could kill Flicky with a single touch. The game lasted 48 stages before looping with a harder difficulty (Derboo, “Flicky”).

Ishii’s adorable character designs were brought to life by the talented hand of Yoshiki Kawasaki, a young artist who had joined the company because it was the closest job offer to his home. He had been a big fan of pinball and driving games, playing in the dark arcades of Hibiya, Japan, so the chance to join Sega was an exciting opportunity for him. Kawasaki was hired at Sega in 1976 as a designer. Though he was an artist, he started out in the purchasing department, and he spent many an hour playing Head-On. His work soon came to the attention of Hideki Sato, who recognized his talent and moved him over to the visual design division of Sega’s research and development department. His first assignment was the SG-1000 version of Golgo 13. After working on the laserdisc game Albegas and another release called Sinbad Mystery, Kawasaki began to long for something more interesting. He got his chance when he was handed the proposal for Flicky from the game’s lead designer. Kawasaki would finally have his big chance to put his programming abilities to greater use (“Interview: Yoshiki Kawasaki”).

When Kawasaki was assigned to Flicky, all that existed was a simple four-page proposal. There was to be a labyrinth and a simple game character. The concept was just a derivation of Namco’s Pac-Man, where players would collect dots in the maze. Ishii liked maze games, and he knew he wanted the game to follow that motif. He was certain of one thing: Flicky would not penalize players for falling through the floors as Mappy did. This was the starting design premise for the game and the reason why a bird was chosen as the main character (“Fantasy Zone—2014”). The problem was that nothing was detailed; there wasn’t even a description of the game’s background. The character profiles were also incredibly vague, reading “since the maze can be simple lines, the characters can look simple too. You can leave the background black.” Kawasaki based the main character, Flicky, on a lyric from a popular 1977 song called “Densen Ondo,” which referred to three sparrows on an electric line. Kawasaki wondered why birds would move on electric lines when they could simply fly. He figured that perhaps they jumped, so he decided to have Flicky jump (or “heroically jump,” as he put it) instead of fly. The Chirps were an evolution of the dots in the maze. Kawasaki revealed how he developed the little birds in an interview for Sega of Japan’s website:

The dots were originally really just dots. When you collected one it would disappear. But then, I thought it would be interesting if the dots didn’t disappear but instead line up. So, I made the dots line up behind Flicky. That’s when I really started fleshing things out. I asked if I could make the dots 8 × 8 pixels big, but in the end, I couldn’t do anything with 8 × 8 pixels. Then I thought: If they were little birds, I could do it [“Interview: Yoshiki Kawasaki”].

At first, he simply had the Chirps follow their bird friend back to the exit door. That was too simple, so he had them scatter when touched by a cat. When it proved too easy to gather up all the Chirps, Kawasaki spiced things up by having some of them race off in different directions. He gave these “Bad Chirps” sunglasses so that players would be able to recognize them (“Interview: Yoshiki Kawasaki”).

Creating those cute little chicks with attitude wasn’t very easy; none of the character models were. Kawasaki had to use a rudimentary tool that was similar to Sega’s TV Oekaki, a tablet-like device that came with a light pen. It plugged directly into televisions and was made available commercially for Sega’s SG-1000 in 1985. Using such a simple tool was problematic, particularly getting it to draw single pixels. It would often draw three or four at once (“Interview: Yoshiki Kawasaki”).

Kawasaki’s original level design had horizontal lines on the screen that resembled power lines. These lines were to act as the maze walls; however, once Flicky’s characters were completed, Kawasaki found the lines to be dull and unengaging. It was only after gazing out the window at an apartment building across the street from his third-floor window in Sega’s R&D annex building that Kawasaki found the perfect setting. Why not have the action take place in an apartment building? The residential setting let Kawasaki insert household items, like cups and baby bottles—things that would be found in a home with children. They would also help Flicky fight off Tiger and Iggy (“Interview: Yoshiki Kawasaki”).

Flicky played differently than most games of its type, most notably in the way the main character jumped. The control was very floaty and heavy with inertia. Players had to time their jumps correctly, particularly when coming down from the top of the screen. Ishii believed this was the product of the hardware limitations of the System 1 arcade board. These restrictions also influenced the design of the labyrinth stages, which did a decent job of creating the illusion of size. Ishii commented about this challenge in a 2014 interview with STG Gameside. “With Flicky, we challenged ourselves to make the stages feel like wide, expansive spaces despite the tiny memory available” (“Fantasy Zone–2014”).

Ishii was also able to make Flicky seem larger than it really was using free-scrolling stages. Players could move either left or right almost indefinitely, giving the stages a larger sense of scale. The inspiration for this design came from two sources: Williams Electronics’ 1981 smash Defender and a far-lesser known Commodore 64 title named Drol, which involved a flying and shooting robot. “Basically,” Ishii explained to Shooting Gameside in 2014, “I just like that style. I like how you can rush forward, then turn around really quick and retreat if you need to.” Ishii would revisit this design for his 1986 hit, Fantasy Zone (“Fantasy Zone—2014; Ishii).

The stages themselves weren’t random scenery. There was an overall theme to them that was very close to the team, particularly Kawasaki. As the gameplay centered on the concept of saving children, Kawasaki’s group wanted this objective to be Flicky’s driving theme. It wasn’t just about bringing some birds to a door for points; there was more to it than that. Kawasaki wanted players to feel the maternal instinct of protecting defenseless children from predators. He felt they could sympathize, even though the chicks were merely game characters on a screen. After all, Flicky was a sparrow, not a chicken, and while she was only the chicks’ friend and not their mother (despite being labeled as such in the SG-1000 port of the game) she could still want to protect them. “Children face a variety of dangers when they go outside,” he commented in a 2016 interview, “and the feeling of ‘wanting to return them safely to the nest’ is something that I think is experienced 80 The Sega Arcade Revolution by not just parents, but anyone who is around children. And it’s that emotion that drives Flicky, a sparrow, to protect the chicks, even though their parents are actually chickens.” Examples of this design are present throughout the game. The bicycle and balloons (which symbolize dreams) on the title screen, the apartment resident in the bonus stage windows—all were meant to drive the point home that the chicks were children who were in mortal danger. The later stages developed this narrative. For example, the outer space background represented the future, one that would be cut short if Tiger and Iggy got their way. Such themes were not uncommon to games made by Kawasaki. None of his games featured characters dying, and he preferred to make friendlier and cuter games to counteract the bad reputation arcades had in Japan at the time (“Interview: Yoshiki Kawasaki”; Szczepaniak).

In development for a year, Flicky could have been much larger than it finally was. The design team had around 100 stages done but few backgrounds, and there was very little memory space left. Kawasaki opted to keep only four backgrounds, differentiating them by color, and the stages were reduced to a total of 40. After playtesting the game, the team added a monster that would appear in windows and breathe fire. Iggy was also conceived at this point, primarily to keep players from standing still in a stage. He ran throughout the level, making it unsafe to remain too long in a single spot. Kawasaki wasn’t too fond of the lizard because he was added at the end of development. He had wanted Iggy to be an insect, but his lack of motivation for the character made the design look more reptilian. During Flicky’s development, Kawasaki developed something of a reputation for taking such shortcuts, a behavior that earned him the humorous nickname “Sabori Kawasaki,” or “Slacker Kawasaki” (“Interview: Yoshiki Kawasaki”)

Flicky changed names twice during development. The original title of Busty was switched to Flippy due to a trademark issue in the U.S. (Bally/Midway also noted that “busty” was American slang for women with large breasts). The next choice, Flippy, was eventually deemed to sound too much like Mappy, so the title was changed again (“Interview: Yoshiki Kawasaki”; Szczepaniak). The game—with its final title of Flicky—was released in Japan in May 1984 and worldwide that September. A decent seller, it would sadly never receive a sequel. Ports of Flicky were released on multiple home consoles and later in compilations, and Flicky herself has made several cameos in other Sega games but has otherwise been forgotten as a character. The closest she’s come to fame has been in Sega’s Sonic the Hedgehog series as one of the animals released when Sonic defeated Eggman and cleared a zone. All the bird friends that Sonic rescues are called “flickies” and resemble her (“Flicky”).

While it’s unfortunate that Flicky has not been given a second chance, the original game remains an important step for both Ishii and Sega. Much of what Ishii learned from making Flicky would manifest itself in a major way in his masterpiece Fantasy Zone only two years later. His experience with Flicky would also be influential in his later work on other platformers like Teddy Boy Blues (both arcade and Master System versions) and Ristar (Genesis). Sega, on the other hand, got a solid maze-chase game that provided valuable experience to someone who would become one of its most talented and prolific producers. Ishii was part of a major pool of talent that would explode over the next few years, soaring to incredible heights on the wings of a little blue bird.

#history #interview #flicky #sega #arcade

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inevitable-anna · 6 years ago

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Escape The Night S4X07 Spoilers

I’m sorry this took so long. I’ve had tons of problems with my drafts not saving properly. This is posting attempt number 9 for this post.

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Yay I was right! It’s the Genie.

This lady likes the Genie. Okay lady, you don't try to do that to someone you like. You don't promise to go with him unless he does something for you, I think that this isn’t the beginning of a healthy relationship!

Oh no, she's evil! And now she’s given his lamp to The Collector... Poor Genie.

Ummm guys... the whole thing with genies is you have to rub the lamp... guys, listen to Bretman.

Nikita dancing to the music in the background is funny. Still mad at her though...

Oohh, the second floor. New part of the museum!

*secret passageway opens*

Me: "hums the secret tune from 'The Legend Of Zelda'"

(https://youtu.be/9d3qCPcMgH4)

4:41 When the secret passage opens, you can see The Sorceress smiling in the background and it's really sweet... yet slightly unnerving.

Ro: *sees secret passage* "Yes. It's my size!"

It's the Genie! I wonder how long he’s been trapped in his lamp? I hope it wasn’t something like 1000 years and that he doesn’t have a crick in his neck.

Bretman: "I don't really wanna talk about what it reminded me of. My biggest fear... the vagina exhibit." ASSFGHJKL Bretman is the best!

Okay... the group has to free the Genie by getting a hammer and smashing an ebony horse? Sounds fun.

I love how Ro sees the dancing women and starts dancing with them! And while dancing asks the women if they know about the hammer.

Alex is liking the dancing women and Joey is worried because "he's the only straitie left!" Ha ha ha.

Alex, yeah hi, me again. IT'S PROBABLY A BAD IDEA TO TELL EVERYONE THAT YOU HAVE A GENIE! BECAUSE THEY MAY BE IN LEAGUE WITH THE WOMAN WHO TRAPPED HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE!

Ro: *sees girl in shackles with a guard* "oh no. This is not good. Not good."

Oh poop! It's Scheherazade, the woman who trapped the Genie!

Uh oh... what does she want with Bretman?

S3 gave us straight Joey and now S4 is gonna give us straight Bretman!

Nikita: "Well, looks like we're all about to die. Bretman playing straight, kill me now."

...surprise twist? That doesn’t sound good!

HUFWUBFEJ WHAT RHE HELL?

Erahrthdrtb yafvtsbyjt!That whole reveal thing gave me S2X01 vampire reveal vibes.

YEESSS RANDOM DUDE!! SAVE EVERYONE!!! Thank you!

Sinbad? That name sounds familiar?

I was wondering where The Sorceress was! She's hiding outside!

Okay, the group has split up to complete 2 challenges. Ro and Joey are doing the first challenge, while Nikita and Bretman do the second and Alex is with Sinbad distracting the dancers/vampire people.

First challenge, Ro and Joey have to find out how and where Ma’ruf was murdered to get his ring.

Second challenge, Bretman and Nikita have to eat falafel that gets hotter/spicier as they go round to get the ebony horse.

Alex is doing well evading the guards. That's the only time that I will compliment Alex. ...Alex just got caught.

Joey telling Ro that she's about to get framed for something while she's holding a bunch of weapons is hilarious.

Was Alex trying to promote his YouTube channel while he was trapped in the basket!?!

Okay, Ro has put her name into the pile so she can make it up to Joey for voting for him and I'm still annoyed that he was mad at her for voting for him.

Quick question, when Ro and Joey are trying to discover how Ma’ruf died, why didn’t they ask questions like, “was Ma’ruf killed by a blade of any kind?” Because if it’s wrong, they can eliminate swords, daggers, knives, etc?

I’m still wishing that Mat stayed and Nikita left after the labyrinth challenge. Bretman is killing it this season! I really hope he survives!

Yay! Bretman and Nikita finished their challenge and found the ebony horse.

A body in the library, huh?

Ro and Joey discovered how Ma’ruf died, so now they get the ring!

The Sorceress is back!

Uh oh, it’s actor who played the assassin in Scheherazade’s play!

Yes! Go Sinbad!! You got this! Kick his butt!

NOOOOO!! Sinbad is dead!! Poor Fatima.

Why is it that every time I try to encourage someone THEY DIE!! Justine, Gabbie, Tana, Merlin, and now Sinbad!

The group found the hamm... never mind, Scheherazade has stolen it.

Uh oh... voting time...

They all decided to vote for themselves and now Ro has 2 votes in the pile!*fingers crossed* Please don’t be Ro, please don’t be Ro...

Uh oh, it's Alex and Bretman! Alex is the unkillable guest so I guess it’s bye bye Bretman :(

WHAT! YOU CAN VOLUNTEER FOR ANOTHER GUEST!! AND JOEY CHOOSES ALEX!

21:53 Ro looks so upset! She looks like she's about to cry! Can someone please give her a hug? Please?

So Joey and Bretman have to complete the story by finding 3 various items of their choice to fill in the blanks.

Then the story is read out and the other guests will have to vote on which story is better and then the final blank will be filled in by the losers name and said guest will die.

The story is about a fisherman finding a genie and trying to appease it.

First blank, Bretman picked up a pot and Joey picked up a lamp. Joey’s lamp makes a bit more sense in the story.

Second blank, Bretman picked up some fish, which makes sense in the story with a fisherman.

Joey got a sceptre thing (sorry, I can’t remember what Joey called it.)

Third blank, Bretman got a big piece of silky fabric and Joey went for some rope because apparently the genie was kinky?

Joey, if that genie has been trapped in his lamp for years, maybe he doesn’t want to be trapped/tied up again?

I personally think Bretman’s story is better. Who did you think had the better story?

Time to vote for the winner.

Ro says "I can't lose Joey, he's gonna get us out of here." So she’s only voting for Joey because he can get her home? Ro sounds devastated when she’s apologising to Bretman.

Bye Bretman :( you were amazing!

OH MY GOD!! YAASSSSS FATIMA!! I LOVE YOU! SHE SAVED BRETMAN!!! FATIMA, YOU ARE AMAZING!! YASS!

Yay! I don’t have to write a ‘R.I.P’ section for this post! Writing them always makes me feel a bit sad.

They managed to smash the ebony horse with the hammer and now they can get back to the Genie and free him!!

Oh, the 'guardian angel' stone's magic is fading! Nikita is gone!

Yay the Genie is free! I like the Genie, he seems nice. I would like to see more of him!

THE WISH IS A RESURRECTION!

Colleen is gonna be revived, which I think is gonna spell trouble for Ro as the survivors are always Joey (excluding S2), a girl, and a boy. So unless they change it up this season and have it be Joey and 2 girls or Colleen dies for a 3rd time, Ro is probably gonna die. :(

If Ro dies, I’ll be devastated and cry a lot!

So that’s my reaction post for S4X07. I hope you enjoyed it. I shall try and get my reaction post for S4X08 up soon.

Again I’m so sorry that this took so long.

#escape the night all stars #escape the night 4 #escape the night spoilers #escape the night #etn all stars #etn season 4 #etn4 #etn spoilers

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onetruejonsey · 5 years ago

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Decade In Review, by Samuel Richard Sinbad Gandalf Jones

So as the ‘Teens’ come to a close (I’m writing this with 3 hours left on the clock!), Gabby has insisted that I copy her, and do a highlight reel of my last decade. Now I’m not on YouTube yet, so this’ll be more of a REALLY REALLY long post, but go ahead and read it, then read Gabby’s on her page (@mist-over-water), and see just how boring I really am!

2010-

Well this year was boring as hell, clearly. I CAN’T REMEMBER MOST OF IT. But I was part way through my first year of A-Levels, and boy oh boy, was I failing them, I’d gone from being a straight A student to screwing everything up! Didn’t stop procrastinating though…..

2011-

Okay, now things get a little interesting, I got my first big job working at a really pleasant and mature restaurant….AHAHA just kidding I got a job at my local McDonald’s! It took me three attempts to get in there, not because I sucked, but timing sucked, I think the universe eventually saw me and just said ‘Oh fuck it, have the job’. But I wanted to earn some money to take me to university, and this seemed like a good idea at the time! And my first paycheck was spent on a brand new guitar! So I was a happy Sam!

I finished my A-Levels, and when I got my results, I was crushed, not at the results, they were pretty good. All my university choices rejected me, and all my friends made it. It was my own fault to be honest, but I’ll never forget just how low that made me feel. I was pretty angsty back then, so this just added to my pile!

I decided it was best to stay at work, go full time, get waaaaay more money, and try again next year. This proved to be a good decision, as it led to me being invited to my first ever work party, I got drunk, and there was karaoke, and I gave my best rendition of Basket Case by Green Day, and to this day, there are still whispers of my singing prowess. Even though I’m a bit shit.

2012-

I started 2012 with a pinch of determination, and it paid off. I re-applied for university, and all my choices accepted me, so now it was down to me to make my final decision. I’d had my eye on one in particular, so off me and Mum go to Northampton, 2 and half hours later, and the sat-nav took us to a primary school (I’ll never forget the shopkeeper on the same road-‘Looking for the uni? You’re the 4th person today!’). I fell in love with the whole place, and as soon as I got in the car I looked at Mum and said that I had to be there. I accepted the offer within a minute of being home.

Now from the good to the bad. Something happened to me this year that still sticks with me, and to many, this may seem stupid. But my dog died. Sounds stupid right? Jazz was the best dog I have ever known; loyal, unwavering, had the gift of the gab, and never left us alone. I was convinced she was actually a human reincarnated, she looked after Mum when she was ill, she looked after me when I was miserable, and she loved Dad. What made it more heartbreaking was that she never let us know that she was ill, no, that she was dying. When we got her to the vet, they originally thought it was a little infection, nothing major. The next day we had to rush her in as an emergency, and they found a tumour in her stomach the size of a baby’s head. How we never knew about it I’ll never know, but they operated, and got her all cleared up, and yet it wasn’t enough, she died within the hour, and I buried one of my best friends. This led to a vacuum in our house, we’ve always had dogs and the house felt so wrong without one, so Mum and Dad decided, one day without telling me, to go and get our current doggo Indiana. AND TALK ABOUT GOING FROM ONE EXTREME TO THE OTHER. If Jazz was the best dog ever, Indy is definitely the worst. But we love him, still today as a grumpy old man.

2012 saw me do something that I honestly never thought possible, and dead serious moment here: I genuinely never saw this coming for me, and was convinced that I was not the guy who would be in this situation. But I got a girlfriend, and it was my first relationship. Not ‘first major relationship’, like people who would bounce from quick fling to the next, but my first relationship. To me, a relationship is no small matter, you date me, I’m in it for the long term. Sam ain’t no quick and easy thing! Oh god why am I still such a dork. Anyway, so, yeah, my first relationship, and dear god was I clueless about what to do! And oh shit, I was leaving for uni in September, so would this work long distance? Am I boyfriend material? Will her parents like me? Will my parents like her?....ah fuck it, I WAS 19 AND IN LOVE. I DIDN’T GIVE A SHIT. And whilst we spent some of it long distance, we made it work.

2013-

Now that bit where I was really excited for university and all I’d learn in my 3 years there? Yeah I left after the first year. Cool. My finances were screwed over and I didn’t get my money, so I couldn’t go back, but I guess it was meant to happen for a reason.

Leaving university meant I could focus more on working back home at McDonald’s, so I tried for a promotion, got it, and lost it the day after because of bullshit. But I still carried on, because money’s nice right? I could buy nice things with it, like more stuff for my guitar collection! And many presents! But my my, I think I was getting into a world of pain staying there!

But while we’re on the subject of work and stuff, I got punched in the face by a shitty customer. And it broke my cheekbone. Which I didn’t find out about until a week later when I practically passed out and my girlfriend at the time rushed me to hospital! Since that’s happened I’ve always had a little problem with headaches, lately it’s been really good, to the point I’ve spent pretty much all of 2019, with no headache at all!

Still, finish a topic on a good note, I had my first ever trip to London, it was just me and my girlfriend, and we visited a bakery show. But London itself wowed me, and I fell in love with it, and I always knew I would be back there, just….not how I imagined.

2014-

Starting off, I went back to London! My girlfriend bought me tickets for me and my best friend to go and see Halestorm. MY FIRST CONCERT. And it was epic, I’d ben obsessed with Halestorm for some time already by this stage, so to see them live was a pivotal moment for me. The opening acts were shit, but my god, as soon as Lzzy belted out Love Bites…..oh, ohhh, OHHHHHH my god. The night itself was hectic enough, my friend and I didn’t think to book a hotel. Soooooo we had to run like fuck to make it back to the train, lest we be trapped in London for a whole night!

One big change in this year was my girlfriend and I moving into our own place, granted it was a static caravan, but it was ours, decorated, a bit cold, but it was home. Now, here’s a weird bit, I was home alone one night, and was just getting into bed, when I heard someone at the door. I thought it was my girlfriend home from work, but she was on a night? So, what’s the deal here? Oh wait that’s right, it was Gabby, drunkenly mistaking my caravan for hers! I heard muttering as she left, probably something along the lines of ‘Shit, not my caravan’. But if fate was starting the wheels turning, god she made it a slow fucking burn!

It took me a lot of years to pull this off, but I had my first ever holiday abroad! Rhodes, one of the Greek isles! I recall getting drunk a lot, really good food, and severe heat! But it was my first holiday in forever, and I went away with my girlfriend, her mum and her friend.

Aaaaaand then everything fell apart. I never expected myself to be in a relationship, but once I had one, I didn’t see it ending the way it did. And I’m not airing any dirty laundry, I wasn’t and am still not perfect, but I’m not bitter or twisted about it anymore, it just sucked at the time. I was cheated on, and to anyone who’s had it happen to them knows that it does a lot of damage, it can take a lot of time to recover, and I was lucky to have the friends I had to help me.

The latter half of 2014 saw me drop into a real dark place, I contemplated suicide, and one day I considered it, staring at a packet of tablets for about 6 hours. It took my best friend randomly appearing at my house, practically kidnapping me and taking me to see Guardians of the Galaxy to snap me out of it! But both him and that movie saved my life, so I’m forever grateful to the pair of them. Also I started drinking heavily, at an unhealthy level but, like John Mulaney said, we don’t have time to unpack all of that!

2015-

Back to having a bit of a dull year, but only a bit. I knuckled down and got on with work, and proved myself time and time again. I remade myself, sorted my drinking out, and did a lot to make myself better, or at the very least, less of a fuckup.

I also managed to cram in three more concerts this year, saw Halestorm again with my best friend and another friend, and we loved one of the supporting acts, Nothing More. AND I GOT TO MEET THE SINGER AND HE WAS THE NICEST ERMAHGERD AND I STILL HAVE THE TICKET WHICH HE SIGNED. Then it was Theory of a Deadman later in the year, and they were phenomenal. But by far, the cherry on the cake was seeing Nothing More again, as a VIP! I got to meet the whole band, watch them from close up, got a crapload of merch, and just have the best damn concert experience I could ever have!

2016-

I started this year a little bit worse for wear, I was a little downbeat about things, and was a little bit lost with my choices in life. So I got a cat. Meg the Merciless. And she is a total bitch, mostly disobedient, attacker of unwatched feet. But she is one hell of a companion, and she loves me and Gabby, we can always rely on her to show us a little love and affection when we need it. But as long as it’s on her terms.

Only one concert this year, but it was a biggie: Sum 41 in London, with the same two friends I go to concerts with, aaaaaand we were bruised and injured from surrounding mosh pits, I think Jacob got a cracked rib for his troubles, and I got a smack in the head, so fun times all round!

I tried again for a promotion at work, and made progress! So that was good, my life’s going forwards, what else could happen to make this year more awesome?

OH THAT’S RIGHT I MET GABBY. Yep, thank you Plenty of Fish for giving the option to exercise my social awkwardness from a screen, because that makes me feel so much better! Anyway, yeah Gabby and I started talking on there, I seem to recall the conversation starting off about surviving a zombie apocalypse? Darling, please correct me if I’m wrong! But we started off strong, and carried on strong from there, I was able to open up to her, which made me feel amazing, confident about being in a relationship again, and then we finally met. And our first date was amazing, it may have been a simple idea, drinks, dinner, walking, trying to be a gentleman and not look at Gabby’s butt. Being told by Gabby to look at her butt, giving said butt 2 thumbs up. The usual stuff you know? But the thing that marvelled me most? Her honesty. Gabby hasn’t had the best life, and she has told me so much that any one thing might break some people, and yet Gabby has endured it all, and she is still one of the kindest people I have ever known. She was worried that I might’ve been scared off with what she wanted me know, but it made me love her more, because she trusts me to the point that she’ll tell me all of this. I visited the zoo in October with her, had an amazing first Christmas with her, met her nieces, who are all adorable, met her friends, had a blast, and had a somewhat awkward time introducing Gabby to my parents!

2017-

After nearly 6 months, Gabby was offered the chance to move in with me and my parents, because her home life was…pretty terrible. After suffering psychological abuse for 7 years at the hands of a total scumbag (side note, I find it really hard to hate people, but if this guy died? Fine.) and going away with me to London for a few days, she made the choice to move in. And I think she’s finally realising how terrible a choice that was, because this house is a total nutfest, and she is now a part of it AND CAN NEVER ESCAPE. But she’s embraced it, and has become a better person with her new environment!

Sticking to the topic of Gabby, she landed a job working with me at McDonald’s. And we became one of the greatest working couples in the whole world, people loved us there. Well, most people. I loved working with her, but the managers were becoming total dicks at the time, and Gabby was being discriminated for her mental health, which pissed me off. And thanks to my shitty advice, she quit in November. So go me!

I realise that so far, my 2017 has been largely about Gabby, AND THAT ISN’T STOPPING ANYTIME SOON! I made a post before about this, but Gabby took me to LFCC, my first ever convention. We went to London again, had a ball, met Glenn from Walking Dead, and Crowley from Supernatural! Later in the year we would also go back to London for MCM Comic-Con, which was more spectacle, but I preferred LFCC more, there were more famous people, and I’m a sucker for meeting the famous!

I saw Sum 41 again with my best friend, and we learned our lesson from the last concert, so we got seats up top, and watched from relative safety, and thank god for that because my hearing went to crap after that night! Gabby bought me tickets to go and see Nothing More again as well, and to show her my world a little more, I took her with me! God they know how to put on a show!

The year ended on the shitty side, and I was a pretty shitty boyfriend with this. But Gabby’s nan fell ill, and it wasn’t looking good, and when Gabby needed me after going to be with her mum at the end of the year, I wasn’t there. So I will be spending the rest of my life trying to make up for it. Sorry sweetheart.

2018-

A shit start to be honest. Gabby’s nan died, and it was a stressful time all round, Gabby and I had a massive argument, and I nearly drove her to self harm. Way to go Sam, you prick. I was convinced that after that, we would be over. Why would Gabby want to be with someone who drives her mental health into the dirt? So naturally I was surprised when she told me she still loved me, and still wanted to be with me, and when she moved back, and got a new job, I saw this as a chance to get things going back in the right direction, for the sake of us, and to show Gabby that I will always love her.

NOW FOR A BIG DRAMATIC CHANGE IN SAM’S LIFE. I quit McDonald’s. And looking back at it, thank fuck I did. I was gunning for another promotion, and I got so close to becoming a manager, only for it to be taken away. Yet another opportunity snatched by arseholes. So that was it, fuck ‘em. I quit, and thanks to Gabby finding it, I got a new job working in the same company as my dad, and I can safely say I have not regretted that decision. I love my new job to pieces!

Now, back to Gabby. AND YET ANOTHER DRAMATIC CHANGE IN SAM’S LIFE. In August, on Gabby’s birthday, I wanted to take her to the zoo, with her mum and nieces in tow. And that was the day I lost my girlfriend. AND GAINED A FIANCEÉ SEE WHAT I DID THERE TUMBLR? SUBVERT YOUR EXPECTATIONS OH YEAH. I proposed, and she said yes! I’m going to be a husband! I’m grateful for everything Gabby does, she teaches me so much, and sometimes doesn’t realise it, so to hear her say yes has to be the greatest thing she has done for me so far, because it shows that she wants to spend the rest of her life with an overweight, greying, eccentric, potty mouthed nerd.

I started learning to drive this year, because goddamn it, if I’m going to get somewhere with my life, I needed to drive, I needed a car. So I found a driving school, and got to work. Now it took me going to a different driving school to find out that my first instructor was just trying to bleed me for money, but I enjoyed the driving all the same. But when I had to find a new driving school, I saw that as an opportunity to procrastinate my arse off again. Well done Sam, well done. You prat.

2019-

I PASSED MY DRIVING TEST. After getting in with a new driving school, I got on really quickly, and passed first time, and in May, after Gabby passed her test as well, we got our first car. Moss, the (nearly) 18 year old Nissan Micra. He’s old, a bit clunky, but he’s an amazing car, and I couldn’t picture a better car for us to start with. Mainly because he’s small and really easy to park.

After getting my butt into gear, and sorting out some crap on my end, Gabby and I really got into planning our wedding, we set the date, and from there, we decided on venues, transport, Gabby chose a dress, everything was coming together in the planning phase. However, we didn’t anticipate that we would have already booked over ¾ of the wedding before the end of this year! Seriously, our wedding is in 2021, and we are practically done. WE BOOKED OUR HONEYMOON A FEW DAYS AGO FOR GOD’S SAKE. So yeah, 2020 may be a little less exciting!

Now for a little bit of a shitty part of 2019. I found out a friend of mine died, and that left me feeling down as hell. Of all the people, I never imagined my friend Jay would be one to go so soon. He was a massive character, big heart, and a bigger laugh to match. To hear him pass was frigging heartbreaking, and I don’t think I’ll stop visiting him anytime soon.

Do I know what the next decade holds for me? Not a clue, but I’m glad I’m not alone for it, with Gabby at my side, and our wedding not that far away, I’m ready to make her the happiest woman alive, to start the family that we both want (I mean, apparently we’ll have twins when we have kids, so that’s going to be fun!), to live the lives that we want to spend together. To spend time with friends, new, old, and really old. But most importantly, to have her for all of it.

#personal #personal post #life #ten years #decade in review

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sayakxmi · 4 months ago

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[Magi reread] Night 81: Mahrajan's Night

I've never really realized how at least in early Sindria chapters Alibaba is by Sinbad's side almost at all times. They get panels of being next to each other left and right.

I'm so happy for him. Go have fun, boy.

Ok, it's nice, but also now that I think about it, how tf Alibaba didnt realize it was her, given her very distinctive hair color? I guess kudos to him for not assuming every fanalis-redhaired girl is Morgiana? XD

She is... so short in comparison...

On the one hand, she's literally sparking in his eyes, lmao. On the other, Alibaba, pls... My take here is that he kinda panicked there.

"She is sulking" understandably, but also. The anime made her look happy about the (backhanded) compliment.

Like, a gif for comparison. Her eyebrows, but also her mouth in general - in the manga it's a straight line, in the anime it curves up slightly. So, I daresay pretty different reactions.

For one, I love them just vibing. Being friends. Wish we had more of that later in the manga.

I love that he's considerate of her. (Again, where did that go later on).

Also, it seems a little funny knowing that two arcs later he'll be angsting about Morgiana and Aladdin leaving.

Jokes aside, I think it's just like he's said - he's been thinking about it for a long while, in a way mentally preparing himself for the day she finally leaves as she intended to, so when she later asks to stay and fight with them, he kind of ends up taking it for granted.

Savage lands? Really?

:sighs in And what happened to that later in the manga?:

I like this, ngl. Morgiana is used to status differences (understatement), so when she asks to join them, she does so very formally. Then there's Alibaba, who at first is taken aback, because he's a much more casual person, so literally getting on her knees to ask for something like that feels like, well, too much. I fully believe if she just asked casually he wouldn't have hesitated with the answer, but she threw him off guard. And finally there's Aladdin who calms everybody down before Morgiana mistakes Alibaba's reaction for refusal. Aladdin focuses on what Morgiana's asking instead of how she's asking about it.

My memory might be screwing with me, but I recall something about the anime saying it more like "you can do what you want" instead of "if you want to go with us, we want you to go with us, too!". Which, very different things. But I might be misremembering something,

Lovely

For one, it deserves to be here in it's entirety.

For two, girl be crushing hard.

For three, nice save after that earlier blunder, Alibaba...

Nevermind, I spoke too soon.

I suppose Ohtaka's going for a will-they-or-won't-they (assuming she's actually going for AliM*r, and I'm still not sure, maybe at the beginning), but did it have to be like that... There's actual moments where it does seem like he might be developing some feelings for Morgiana, and then it's like, nevermind, he calls every women here beautiful... Like, idk, I'm trying to come up with some explanation that would save it a little, but my mind is blank.

You know how I keep mentioning that Morgiana being sidelined was foreshadowed early on?

This is one of the examples. Literally, why isn't she here. Alibaba and Aladdin have this super important What I want to do now talk, and she's just... not there. Even though it was a perfect opportunity for all three of them to confide in each other what they want to do, that they want to fight Al-Thamen. But nah, why bother.

It's especially annoying, because she's just confided in them that she wants to fight Al-Thamen alongside them. Honestly, they really should've moved the whole talk about it here, to give their relationship actual importance, but instead it's just Aladdin and Alibaba. Eh.

Not much I have to say about it. Of course Alibaba still blames himself for it, and of course he cannot forgive Al-Thamen for what they'd done.

I love Alibaba.

Alibaba gets panels like this a lot. But in general, I love it.

I'd say it's the moment that Alibaba officially becomes a Candidate for a King not simply by virtue of having a Metal Vessel, but because of the determination to change the world. And Aladdin recognizes that. And speaking about Aladdin, he's glad to see it, of course it is. Later we learn just how lonely he feels with all that knowledge, but here he has the confirmation that he won't be fighting alone.

Honestly, I love everything about it.

It's official.

I still think Morgiana should've been here if they were supposed to be a trio.

#saya's magi reread #alibaba saluja #aladdin #morgiana

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morimakesfanart · 4 years ago

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Sindria's Prophet #17

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[AO3]

*In this house we stan string theory and multiple dimension theory *Also, this chapter gets a little preachy, and delves more into my interpretation of the series so to make up for it I made a lot of art.

~POV Sinbad~ "If you're willing to talk about the future, does that mean you are finally ready to explain about those calamities you mentioned in Balbadd?" When Ja'far cut in he was in a rush; he didn't want to miss this chance. Sinbad had underestimated Ja'far's concerns; he had been too preoccupied with the Prophet. All the same, "I don't know if this is the time for that conversation. This is Mori's first meal with everyone after all." Wait. He knew that look. Ja'far wasn't actually asking to have that conversation now. He was pressuring Mori so she would have to agree to tell them soon. "I'm fine. I made a promise and I intend to keep it. As long as everyone else is willing to talk seriously for a few mins, I don't see the problem." Mori was wearing the same stern expression she had the morning of the coup in Balbadd. When Ja'far had cut in with his request he could have tried to sound a little nicer but it didn't warrant the cold response Mori gave in return. There had been rising tensions between Ja'far and Mori since Balbadd, but both seemed to get along most of the time. "Wait really? You're agreeing this easily?" Ja'far's shock also spoke for the King. She obviously didn't want to talk about the Calamities even when she promised to tell them, so why now? "A promise is a promise." Mori almost felt like a completely different person compared to the coy way she was teasing them all just moments ago. "Besides, this will just continue to be a point of contention until I explain."

--- King Sinbad was finally eating with his Generals and Prophet, but this was nothing like he had planned. Mori sat straight with both hands on the table interlocked. "The 1st of the 2 calamities occurs in about 2 years. As you know, there's a few countries that currently have rising tensions." Which countries? The Kou and Riem were prime contenders since they were already Empires causing trouble for other countries. There was also Magnostadt which has been becoming increasingly hostile to other nations, and seemed to be encroaching on the Kingdom of Actia. "In 2 years, 3 of them are going to go to war. A massive amount of black Rukh will be released, and the same type of magic used to make the Dark Djinns will be used to make a humanoid monster the size of a mountain." Of course, Al Thamen would be involved. "The amount of black Rukh it will have will make it a Medium for opening a black spot and letting Ill Ilah connect to the world which is Al Thamen's ultimate goal. Once Ill Ilah connects it will destroy all of the white Rukh in the world -bringing death." It sounded just like what Falon had described as her plan all those years ago. The same thing that happened in Parthevia a decade ago is going to happen again in only 2 years? "The Medium is destroyed before that can happen thanks to all of the current Metal Vessel users and assimilated Household Members coming together to destroy it. The world is saved but in the process one of the Magi will have to commit one of the ultimate taboos of this world. That taboo is what will eventually lead to the 2nd Calamity. If King Sinbad and the Metal Vessel users of the Seven Seas Alliance, which were the last to arrive, can show up sooner then that taboo and the 2nd Calamity might be something that can be fully avoided especially since I already know the Medium's weakness." It was clear that Mori knew more. Sinbad would have to talk to her about it later; he wasn't sure how much he wanted to talk about this tonight -they were supposed to be celebrating and getting to know each other light heartedly. However, there was one question he couldn't hold back from asking. "What is this taboo?” Mori sighed like she had expected that question. She looked to the ceiling. "Honestly, I didn't want to think it was a taboo when I first learned it, but after seeing what happens I get it now." She looked back at them. "I hope you can accept me not telling what it is. I don't want to even try to explain the 2nd Calamity because I'm not sure how without explaining the taboo. You see, the taboo involves information, so if I explain it to you I will be committing the taboo myself. I can only hope that the world isn't endangered because I know it." The air in the room felt thick. All of the Generals were waiting for his decision. Sinbad tried to read the Prophet's expression. It was serious, and determined; it seemed like fear and remorse were hiding right under the surface. What information could be dangerous on its own? "Alright," he agreed. "We don't want to take any unnecessary risks. However, if we are unable to prevent the taboo from being committed you will explain the 2nd Calamity." Mori attempted a half-hearted smile. "I was already planning to do that." She glanced around at the Generals. "Are there any other questions?" Sharrkan grumbled. "This is all really complicated stuff." "Yeah. Pretty scary, huh?" Pisti agreed. Drakon and Hinahoho were sharing a look while thinking.

"You still haven't told us where this is going to happen." Ja'far decided he would ask the next question. "Are you withholding that information on purpose?" Mori's expression was blank. "I'll tell you the countries involved after King Sinbad returns from the Kou Empire. I don't want to influence how the negotiation goes by giving him too much information he wouldn't normally have. I'm doing this for Balbadd..." Mori withholding vital information was the entire cause of Ja'far's distrust of her. "You took too long to tell us what was going to happen back in Balbadd, remember? If we know what their next target is then we can stop it before it ever happens." "The 1st Calamity has nothing to do with Al Thamen." "What?” that question was asked by all except the Prophet. Mori explained, "That country has refused contact with them and been building towards this for the past 10 years all on its own. All of the Black Rukh that has been accumulated there is like a trap waiting to be set off. The people currently in charge are not people who would be willing to accept change, or to listen to the arguments of the people here." That definitely narrowed it down. Riem was already having meetings with them, and it was only a matter of time before they formed an alliance. They already had the peace treaty with the Kou, and King Sinbad was about to go negotiate with them for Balbadd. That only left Magnostadt as the center of the conflict -the country they knew had increasing disparity between it's upper and lower classes. Mori was staring at him. He wasn't the one she was actually hiding this from. Since it didn't seem to be an avoidable Fate, she was preventing Yam from learning the Fate of her home country for as long as possible. Mori was trying to be considerate. "How is that possible?” "If they aren't behind it then how could such a thing happen??” Mori gave a sad smile. "It would be so much easier if all of the bad things in this world really were all caused by that organization. I had wrongly thought that was how this world works in the heat of the moment back in Balbadd, but I know better. I've read this world's Fate after all. Even in this world it is a mistake to hold onto the hope of total altruism too strongly." It almost felt like she was calling them all naïve with that last statement. She looked down at her hands. "Sentience, experience and free will make us all imperfect. All people are shaped by their past and everyone has a vice. There will always be people who think they are above everyone else, people who think they are right because of their feelings, people who think that they deserve something just because they want it or that they can do something because it is available to them," she looked back up and made direct eye contact with her King, "people that think that their luck or privilege is a sign that they were chosen by Fate, that they are the only one who can do something because they are special and that that means they are righteous and their failings mere stepping stones when in reality they are all normal people just like the rest of us." ///She knows nothing about being a Singularity. There's no greater proof of being chosen by Fate!/// Since the Fall of First Sindria, Sinbad had been hearing a voice periodically. It was like stray thoughts -many were opinions he didn't really have. The fact that the voice felt the same as him in this made a pit form in his stomach.

Mori gestured at him and continued. "Even his Majesty being a 'Singularity' is only something rare. You aren't the first, and you won't be the last. You know I can read the waves of Fate as well, so it's obviously not the type of thing that you or Al Thamen makes it out to be. There is no 'chosen one.' No one is immune to human fault or failing. 'Fate' is the history of how all of our decisions affect each other.�� It was like she was reading his thoughts. There were other Singularities? Mori could also read the waves but- The waves in the room were over flowing. This was greater than when Mori changed things in Balbadd. They were far off topic now, but this was more important. ///She doesn't understand anything. I've read Fate!/// Those stray thoughts hated Mori and how she was changing things since the beginning even though when Sinbad read the waves around her he liked the direction they were going. Her waves wouldn't stop him from reaching his dream. If that voice was this against what she was doing then he had to know more. "Mori, please tell me, what makes you so sure? You say you've read Fate; how can you say there isn't a grand plan? Can you really deny that the Rukh guide us?" Would they have to agree to disagree? Was this something he could afford for the Prophet of his own country to not see his way? She watched him and the Generals as she thought. "There is a 'plan,' but it isn't absolute. I read more than one 'Fate' for this reality. If Fate was already fully decided then in Balbadd Judar would have defeated all of you instead of being crushed by Ugo, and Cassim would have married Princess Kougyoku instead of dying, but that didn't happen, now did it? When I read Fate, I read how it was changed from it's original design by the people of this world. And as I've already said, I couldn't be here if everything was already decided.” ((these are things that are said to be in the og draft of Magi, but got changed when actually making the scenes)) They had been changing Fate's course before Mori arrived? Was that even possible? Mori wasn't the type to lie out right over something like this. Between her demeanor and the waves, he could tell she wasn't lying. He had to know where this new path was leading and asked an obvious question. "Isn't it just as likely that those 'changes' were supposed to happen?" Mori scowled at that. "Anything is true somewhere. There are infinite realities where any Fate is true. Every moment infinitely more form to account for every possibility -every decision, and unexpected change, even an asteroid coming and destroying the planet. If you can imagine it, it is reality somewhere." Sinbad had read Fate in the waves, of course he knew about there being other possibilities. Were there really other realities where he had followed one of the other paths? Mori didn't wait for him to comment. "There's no way to know which destiny or Fate we are following until it's already happened. Being able to read the waves has helped me narrow it down to 2 or so of the Fates that I read for this reality, but it can't account for everything. Since I can't read my own Fate I can't know how my presence will affect things." Mori continued, "When I read this reality's Fate, I learned how it functions on a fundamental level. Everything is made up of Rukh and is dictated by the Rukh and magoi. The Great Flow of the Rukh 'guides' the living but it is also affected by the wants and desires of the living. It sees all those wishes and creates opportunities for people to realize those dreams based on how many want that dream to become real. But it's still up to the living how they react. The Great Flow creates opportunities and makes suggestions, but it can't make your decisions for you. And" Mori paused while looking for the right words, "and the more magoi directed at a certain wish the more likely the Great Flow will try to help." Mori waited for them to absorb the meaning of her words. That meaning made Sinbad nervous. If she wasn't lying... Drakon broke the silence. "That would mean that someone with

a lot of magoi would have a greater affect on the Great Flow." "It does." Mori confirmed. Was that really how the Great Flow of the Rukh worked? How Fate worked? Mori stayed silent again, reading them as much as they were reading her. The waves were still high. Yam was the next to comment. "I know the amount of magoi a person has defines how strong of a magician they can become, but it sounds like those born with a lot of magoi also have an amazing privilege when it comes to the Great Flow." "Exactly." Mori agreed. "The people that Fate seems to favor aren't chosen by Fate or particularly special. They are born lucky just like those born rich." She paused. "All Dudgeon Capturers have an above average amount of magoi. A Djinn won't select a King that doesn't even have enough magoi to use their power. The more Djinns a person has, the more magoi they need to have. King Sinbad, you were born with a rare ability, and the equivalent magoi of a large city or small county -even before all that Rukh merged with you in Parthevia. If you didn't, there would be no reasons for the Djinns to cut you off from trying to capture more Dungeons." "What?" Sinbad's question slipped out of him in an airy gasp. He knew he had more magoi than average, but this would make him no different from those that grew up as royalty thinking that they were inherently better than their poor subjects. He wasn't sure if he could believe her, but the waves of Fate had never lied to him. The Prophet's waves were overwhelming the space, encouraging him to believe her. It was obvious how this information would change things. King Sinbad had more than the waves, he also had a sharp intuition. There was something hidden in her words. Some truth about his future that she hadn't told them yet. Even if he had been intentionally given these privileges by Fate, Mori had already stated that his decisions were his own. When Mori had said there were people that conflated their privilege with a righteous roll given by Fate it definitely included him. But if he wasn't chosen by Fate, if they had been changing Fate all along, then what was what happened in Parthevia or Riem? Mori's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "Not being chosen by Fate and everyone having free will is a good thing if you ask me. It means when someone chooses to do right by others it is because they chose to, not because someone is forcing or directing them. I like to think that everyone thinks they are doing the right thing, and only act out against others because of strong emotions and ignorance. The cure for most negative emotions is a stable environment ((including medication for those who need it)) and the cure for ignorance is education. These are things that Sindria and the Seven Seas Alliance are able to provide. "All of you are using your privileges and talents to help people, and to bring peace to the world. Regardless of whatever mistakes you made in the past, this country and the current state of the world are a direct result of your choices. These choices you've all made are even more admirable because you made them on your own. Isn't that why so many have sided with Sindria already? It's also one of the main reasons I chose to become Sindria's Prophet in the first place. With your help, we can greatly reduce the disparity of this world and raise the quality of life for everyone." Her smile was soft and confident. Mori's waves overtook his own.

The King had a thought that shook him, but it was Hinahoho that asked it, "You didn't just tell us some of the taboo information, did you?" "What? No." Mori was shocked by that question. "His Majesty and others would have figured this out all on their own in about 5 years -not to mention those that already know it." He could try to deny it, return to the path he was on, but he would know deep down that she was right. And apparently, he would figure this out in the future anyway. There was no reason to hold himself back then. He could see that now -there was no going back. This was one of the changes he had felt in her waves from when he first met Mori. ///How can she say such foolishness?? This woman must die before she ruins everything!!/// A chuckle slipped out of Sinbad. That voice really did hate his Beautiful Prophet. His waves were changing. He was changing. But he still had the same dream: to create a world without war or poverty. Mori's goal was to remove disparity. Even their goals worked well together. Why had he been so sure that being a Singularity made him some special chosen one? When had that started? It was members of Al Thamen that had told him that. They were the enemy yet he still believed their manipulation so completely. Sinbad knew why deep down. If he was chosen by Fate then his actions would be righteous and the awful things he experienced were stepping stones. Like a child learning to take responsibility and step out of the shadow of their parents, in this too he would have to take ownership for his place in the world. He would be thinking about this a lot in the coming days. All of this information was invaluable. Why did Mori choose to follow him if she knew all this? There was no way she didn't know how he viewed himself and the world before this conversation or the mistakes he had made. Was it thanks to opportunities that the Great Flow gave him that he was able to seduce her to his side? No. Mori already knew what was going to happen. She knew the future more clearly than what the waves could show. She knew him and his methods as well. She knew that the Kou Fleet had been on it's way. That meant Mori would have been deciding where she wanted to go and weighing her options from the beginning. Mori made her decision, gave him a slow drip feed of what she was capable of, and made sure each request he had of her was given a price. She wasn't just withholding her help due to a lack of trust; she was leading him to make the best possible offer. She knew that he would try to bring her to his side if he knew her value. He had played into her hands not the other way around. Why didn't this realization upset him? This new information wasn't going to stop him from achieving his dream. In fact, now that he had a better idea of how the Great Flow worked he could consciously use it to his advantage. He got what he wanted and it was mutual -not simply Fate. They both wanted this. This was making him excited. The smile on her face was one he recognized. He had worn it when he was young whenever he had convinced others to his side. Mori was cut from the same cloth. She had agreed to have this conversation not just because of Ja'far's insistence; she was after the opportunity to clear up his misunderstanding about Fate. ((plz ignore that I forgot to draw my freckles in most of the shots and am too lazy to fix it.))

#magi prophet fanfic #major spoilers #sinbad magi #king sinbad #sindria #info dump

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fluorescentpipedream · 6 years ago

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Both pictures are for the same character. Read below @musesnotebook

Yorgi Thursten - Yorgi is immortal and has ties to Jack, Sara, Vance, and Rhaegar. Originally serving as what amounts to an oracle to his people he began having dreams involving a “strange young woman from a different time” who would play a very important part in Vance’s life, which ultimately prompted the latter to kidnap her from the marketplace where she was with Sinbad and his crew following her teleportation by Loki and Ares. (Why they sent Sara there is anyone’s guess, I think they were looking to get her out of the way or it could have been just a random selection, but considering how many things she’s taken part in since that first trip, I’m guessing it was anything but). Yorgi is viewed with respect by most of the ship though treated carefully as he’s a little crazy. (If you were having dreams about the distant future (our time) back in the realm of the Vikings, you’d be crazy too.) Seeing how Vance begins treating Sara, as though she’s his personal sex slave and still having dreams of what she will eventually become even if he can’t really make much sense out of it, Yorgi starts to be kinder to her and eventually agrees to help Jack and Rhaegar get her off the ship and back to Sinbad’s care. I think he may also have told Sara how to find the portal that eventually takes her to Xena/Hercules in Greece.

His deceit angers Vance though because what Yorgi is to their people he can’t outright kill the man. Instead, he finds ways of undermining Yorgi’s visions and turns the village against him, ultimately forcing him into exile on a small island near their main home. Not too long after he is first exiled, a young girl who was impregnated by the former leader of the tribe (ousted by another) is sent to the island as well. Yorgi begins to care for her and after the birth of her son, they get married. While it’s not recognized by their people because both of them are no longer, technically, a part of them, it’s enough for them. He also raises her son as his own, and they have two more children, another son, and a daughter. Over their years together Yorgi notices that he isn’t aging, unlike his wife and their children. Believing it to be some kind of curse, he tries communing with the gods in order to find out what is going on, all the while still having dreams about a very strange future. Yorgi ends up sending his children away and buries his wife when she passes on and ultimately feels as though he’s gone completely insane, attempting to barricade himself inside of his home lest he leads to anyone’s death aside from his own. The first son returns nearly 10 years later to find Yorgi still there, still trying to contact the gods and still completely unchanging. Seeing it as a gift from the gods rather than a curse, the young man has become the new leader of the tribe and suggests to his father that he leave rather than become stagnated there.

He and Vance cross paths a few times, the first following what should have been Charles’ first death only to wake up and see Yorgi sitting beside him, grinning down at him. Angered and believing at first that his immortality has something to do with the old seer, Vance attacks him and during the fight, both of them are mortally injured but neither die. Unable to rationalize it, they break from one another with Charles intent to track down the “little bitch”, now blaming his inability to die on Sara. Yorgi does tell him there may be something to that but leaves Vance with a rather ominous warning that he should always be careful of how he speaks. For his part, Yorgi carries on, simply looking for something to give meaning to his still being around. A lot of the time he actually spends resting, waking up every couple of centuries and traveling a bit, though he really has no rationale for why he continues to live.

Around the 12th century, he makes another appearance. This time he’s a little less crazy, having found ways of getting around in the world, though he does still see things in his dreams, he’s taken to writing most of it down in scrolls and books he carries with him. Most of it means nothing at the current stage of life though he seems to have some knowledge about cars, the first world war and something that makes even the nightmares of napalm seem like child’s play (Serenity.) When he “decides to exist” in this century it is really only to seek out Jack and give him instructions on how to make an iron coffin with bolts in order to trap Vance and hold him beneath the sea for an “undetermined amount of time” or basically until he’s needed. If allowed to continue as he was going, Vance would have become one of the most dangerous men of that time and potentially could have killed Sara when he has her. Rather than telling Jack this, however, he tells him to seek out the village of Nottingham, he’ll find something dear to him there. He also has come into possession of a fragment of the crystal Sara has been seeking which he gives to Jack and tells him not to open it. He’ll know what it’s for, in time. Yorgi had been keeping the fragment inside of a locket Sara had when they first captured her when he found the crystal he stashed it inside the locket and held onto it until he found a way of getting it to her. He’s not sure why but he knows she needs it.

Yorgi disappears throughout time, reappearing here and there when he wants to. He marries several times and starts several families before finally making his way to Nassau around 1650, during the years of piracy. He serves in Flint’s crew for a while before finally taking up residence in the city itself, though what exactly he’s doing there, I have no idea, though once again it involves Sara’s arrival. I think there’s something he’s supposed to tell her, but for the life of me, I don’t know what it is yet. Following the sacking of Nassau, Yorgi is taken prisoner by the British and taken to the Tower of London where he is locked in a cell, presumably to die there. He ends up being tortured there for years, the torture master seeming very interested in how he can be dismembered, disemboweled or potentially killed only to come back to life. Eventually, however, the man gets bored with him and leaves him handcuffed to a cell where he’s left to die. Yorgi is discovered there some 50 years later, emaciated but still alive and once again driven slightly mad by his visions. Once found and set free, he is cleaned up but as he is unaccustomed to his freedom and the harshness of the light he is placed in charge of the six ravens that live inside the tower. (He’s where the legend of the monarchy crumbling if the ravens should ever leave comes from, it doesn’t actually have any merit but was a joke he wanted to play on the people he was working for after being locked away in their dungeons and tortured for so many years.)

Around the 17th century, he disappears again, wanting little to do with years that are going to follow and instead decides to return to Norway and his little island to sleep. His people are now nothing but history, though there are some records of the successors of his original family bringing peace to their people until the war finally overtook them all. The island where he was exiled has been shrouded by fog and is nearly impossible to get to without knowing exactly where it is, though he likes that just fine. The small house he and his first wife lived in still stands though it’s in ruins now. He doesn’t bother to fix it but rather builds himself a small tomb beneath it where he proceeds to lie down to sleep. He wakes up again in 1996 and decides that the 20th/21st centuries are where he should like to live.

Throughout his many lives Yorgi, who chooses the name Jørgen Thursten, has saved fragments of his wealth, making quite a little treasure trove for himself in the process. He uses this to track down someone who can help set him up in the new years, providing him with a convincing back story, parents, a birth certificate and everything else he’ll need in order to make a life in the now. With this he takes the slow path, finding it somewhat amusing how wrong people have gotten history, and decides to get a degree in that as well as creative writing, though he opts to teach the first since he can’t very well publish the things he used to dream about. While his scrolls and journals still exist, he keeps them locked away so no one can see them, and for the most part, upon waking up in the 20th century he doesn’t seem to have visions of the future any longer. He still has the nightmares of Serenity though he doesn’t really count them as anything other than bad dreams these days.

While in university for his teaching degree he gets married and after graduating, he takes a job at UCLA as a professor. From what he says he didn’t choose that school for any other reason than he liked the weather in California, and it’s the city his wife got a job in and was actually very surprised to see Vance was a professor there as well.

#characters #gustaf skarsgard #new #immortal

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shewhowantsmouseears · 7 years ago

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The Son Of Scheherazade, 27

Notes: As always, huge thanks to my amazing editors, Drucilla and Blueshifted, the two of them are real geniuses!

Welcome to the second-to-last chapter, hope you like it! Haven't written such a long story in a while, slightly proud.

Summary: Why was the forgotten kingdom lost to time? Why must a genie never cry? And what will it take for Minnie to break? Everything is connected, and everything will be tested.

When the earth swallowed Mickey up, his body decided enough was enough and finally, mercifully, passed out. When his consciousness returned, he couldn't tell how much time had passed, if any had at all. All he could do was lay still, his back touching a cold floor, his body rolling in waves of pain and numbness, back and forth.

It hurt to breathe, it hurt to think, and he knew there'd be no end to it. Minnie was gone, her freedom snatched away, and now she was being abused by her own father. That last fact alone brought a million questions, but he was far too exhausted to concentrate on anything but his own grief. Minnie, Minnie, Minnie - he had to find a way to keep his promise, to get her out of here, to tell her his feelings – his eyes felt wet, but he couldn't even muster the strength to open his eyelids, and allowed his tears to roll down.

Then came a soft touch, gently wiping away his tears with delicate fingers. The touch was warm and familiar, and he longed for his mother now more than -

His eyes suddenly flew open. “Ma!”

Indeed, as his vision cleared, there sat Lady Scheherazade, the weaver of his destiny. Her once beautiful dress was now in rags and filth, her raven dark hair in a tangled mess, and just like his father, there were signs of weak muscle and bags under her eyes. But despite all this, she was still as radiant and beautiful as his birthday, especially when she smiled. “It's wonderful to see you again, my darling child.”

“Ma!” Mickey sputtered again, awash in new tears and relief. For the time all he could was say her maternal title over and over, scrambling to get up and hold her as tightly as his body would allow. Her thin arms wrapped around him, and he could feel the drips of her tears joining his. It felt like an eternity since he last saw his beloved mother, and now she was here, and he never wanted to let her go. He wanted to apologize for being such a spoiled brat, for all the delays it took to save her, for being unable to save her at all, but all he could do was sob like a little boy.

Another pair of arms joined the embrace, and Mickey looked up to see his father around them, and that only made Mickey weep even more. Proud father, dear mother, he loved them more than there were stars in the sky. It felt wrong to be happy in such a terrible situation, yet there was definite joy to be found here, in the glow of family. He was afraid to wake up from this dream – and a loud honk told him otherwise. Blinking, he glanced behind him, to see that this very large cell was occupied by the rest of his crew, the sound having been Goofy blowing his nose into a hanky, overwhelmed at the reunion. The absurdity of it all managed to bring Mickey into the present.

“Um, well, everyone...” Mickey tried to start, sitting awkwardly in his mother's lap. “These are my parents... Sultan Muhtim Algalb of Rao, and Sultana Scheherazade.”

“Kinda figured that out by now,” Daisy said dryly, but it was the only bite she'd allow herself. She then smoothed down her dress, put her hands on her lap, and bowed her head low in reverence, with the rest of the crew following suit. Not only were they in the presence of royalty, but also of a woman whose name had become legendary. The carpet lay uselessly on the ground, and Pluto slowly padded over to his master, whining quietly.

In turn, Al placed a hand on his chest and returned the gesture, with Scheherazade doing the same, speaking as she did. “You have our eternal gratitude, brave ones, for protecting our son and guiding him here. I have watched your noble needs, and could not have entrusted my precious one to any better hands.”

Mickey finally crawled out of his mother's lap, trying to keep his mind and heart steady. “Ma... why didn't you tell me about your All-Seeing-Eye? Why did you make me think all those stories about Sinbad were made up? Did you know what was going to happen with the Phantom Prince?” It was difficult not to spill out a dozen questions at once.

Scheherazade sighed deeply, with Al taking her hand for comfort. “Oh, my child... I wanted to tell you everything ever since you were born. Every day, I planned to... and every day, my fear won out. My gift comes with a terrible price.” She mournfully shared a look with Daisy, who knew all too well the burdens of the talent. “Before I met your father, I couldn't trust anyone. I was so sure that if anyone learned about my Eye, I would be used as a tool or a weapon... or that one day, the Phantom Prince would rise again and find me. Everyone who has the Eye has been afraid of the day he might try to rule once more. For the longest time, I thought I'd be alone, and that I deserved to be alone.”

Mickey balked – not only did this not sound like the confident, happy woman he grew up with, it also sounded startlingly enough like his own thoughts. Scheherazade graced her husband with a grateful smile. “But when I heard about the tragedies happening in Rao... I found the courage to use my gift for good. I thought perhaps I could hide my gift under the guise of storytelling, and as you all know, it worked. I wanted to keep my secret... but I fell in love. And I couldn't hide anything from the man I adored. I told him the truth the day after we married.”

“She wanted to tell the kingdom,” Al continued for her, “But I told her not to. The idea of a woman saving a kingdom with her stories, it brought hope and peace to our land. It made people feel like even the most average person was capable of miracles. Ultimately... my good will only wound up hurting my beloved. She was carrying such a heavy weight on her shoulders, and I was so blind to it, until the day we had you.”

“Me?” Mickey replied a little stupidly, pointing at himself. “What did I have to do with it?”

Scheherazade took Mickey's hands into her own, remembering how small they used to be. “I knew you'd grow up hearing about how I saved our kingdom with my stories, and all the praise I heard every day from everyone about how great and amazing I was... I thought if you knew the truth... you'd be ashamed of me, and perhaps come to hate me.”

Mickey's hands immediately clasped her own, almost angry at such an accusation. “How could you think – Ma, I could never hate you! You're my mother, I'll always love you! And Pa too! You mean the world to me! I'd fight a thousand Phantom Princes if it meant seeing you again!” He might've started crying again, had Goofy not let out another huge honk into his hanky.

Al and Scheherazade shared a touched, grateful look, before Scheherazade pressed her forehead to her son's. “And we'll always love you too, our most important treasure. I loved you from the moment I held your tiny body in my arms. That's why I couldn't bear the thought of your hate...so, instead... I began to loathe myself. Every day, every hour, I was convinced I was a terrible, awful woman, who could lie to her own child. There were days I couldn't even stand to hear my own name.”

Now Mickey was left speechless. Of all the surprising things he'd learned about his mother since he started his journey, hearing that his mother hated herself as deeply as Mickey hated himself was the most stunning of them all. They'd both been bottling up their true feelings out of loyalty to the family, terrified to reveal the truth. In the end, he really was his mother's son, wasn't he? Scheherazade lifted Mickey's hands up to kiss them. “As your birthday began to approach, when you'd finally become a man, I knew I couldn't do it anymore. But I also knew it would take much more than a simple admission for you to believe me. That's why I sought out Sinbad, and why I requested the flying carpet... so I could prove to you that my Eye was real, and that I could show the entire kingdom who I really was. Even if it meant drawing the attention of the Phantom Prince...I wanted to be honest with you.”

“There was no talking her out of it,” Al ended with a tired smile. “There is no one quite as stubborn and wonderful as your mother. And we never gave up hope that you would come for us. She's told me of your quest, of the friends you made and the lives you've saved... we are so proud of you, Mickey.”

Mickey gazed up at the faces of his parents, having finally gotten what he wanted – a right to earn their adoration, having done something besides merely being their blood. He knew he'd done many great things, and wanted little more to bask in this happiness. But he couldn't. His hands curled up, and he began to stand. “There's nothing to be proud of... I came all this way to save you, and here I am, locked up right with you!”

“Mickey, don't!” Donald began to get up, ready to defend his best friend. “We all got tricked!”

“But Minnie's freedom was my responsibility!” Mickey argued back, fists clenched. “I should've kept a better eye on the lamp! I should never have let Pete get near it! I should have... I should have...” Looking back, there were a hundred things he could have done differently. Questioning more why Pete was there, focusing on getting his father to safety, using a wish to just defeat the damned Prince - “This is all my fault!”

As expected, he started to hear the opposite from friends and family, saying that of course it wasn't, he did his best, he was trying – except for Goofy, who was stuffing the wet hanky into a pocket. “Okay, so it's your fault.”

Now that got everyone to shut up at once, thrown off. They were all so mad they didn't know quite how to begin yelling at him, so Goofy took advantage of the silence. “I've been hearing you say that every time you make a mistake, so, I figure, if you say it's your fault, then it is. Mostly 'cause I figure you've been telling yourself that every time and it's not doin' a lick of good, so maybe hearing it from someone else might. The only other person who ever told you to stop that was Minnie, and she needs our help, doesn't she?”

Al glanced at his wife. “And here I thought you were exaggerating about his speeches.”

“They are good ones, my love.”

Mickey blinked once, twice, looked at the ground, and then up. Funny how things looked once you took an outsider's perspective – true, the only one who actually agreed that Mickey bungled this up badly was Minnie, and it was part of why he cared for her so deeply. Forcing open old wounds wasn't going to heal him. He remembered the day he first met the Captain, and how Goofy had essentially forced Mickey to fight for something for the first time. Perhaps Scheherazade had thought her son would learn from Sinbad's stories, but only when he met the man in the flesh had any lessons been taught. “You're... you're right, Goofy. I don't like how things ended up... but that doesn't mean this is the end of anything. We're going to break out of here, and we're going to save Minnie!”

“How're you going to do that if you can't even save yourselves?”

Everyone had been so absorbed in the confrontation that they failed to realize the latest guest in their crowd. There, standing in front of the thick black bars stood Pete, proudly smirking down at the prisoners. “Aw, sorry, was I interrupting a monologue?”

“YOU!” Mickey's anger roared with a hot vengeance, and he launched himself at the bars, clawing like a wild animal, trying grab any part of Pete to make him Pete. “How could you do this us?! Were you with him the entire time?!”

“Took you long enough to figure it out,” Pete sneered, arms crossed, still holding onto the sword he stole from Mickey. “You were supposed to be taken away with your parents on your birthday... but your mama went and messed it all up. So the Phantom Prince yanked me away to be a spy.”

“We took you in as one of our own!” Al objected, on his feet with everyone else, swinging a fist into the air. “How could you betray us like this? We gave you everything! Clothing, food, money, a roof over your head... you had our trust!”

“It's your own fault for thinking you can trust anyone!” Pete scoffed, head held high. “You knew I was rotten the moment you laid eyes on me, but you still went ahead and let me in. If anyone's to blame, it's Scheherazade! She thought she was so great, she could turn anyone into anything she wanted! All I've ever been to you was a pet project!”

“I never saw you that way.” Scheherazade was the only one who didn't speak with flames on her tongue, instead resting her hand on Mickey's shoulder in a futile effort to draw him back. “Pete... I took you in because I pitied you.”

Pete had been ready to fire off another hurtful remark, except he hadn't prepared for this revelation. He choked, lacking the proper vocabulary to rightfully word his question. “You... you what?”

“Of course I knew you were a bad seed from a badder family. With my Eye, how could I not? But the world had already seen fit to judge you and prevent you from ever being more than what you came from. If things continued that way, you would have been a prisoner of your own making. I felt sorry for you... and I thought if someone came to you with a hand of friendship for the first time, you might see things another way. I didn't take you in because I loved myself so much... I took you in because I hated myself so deeply, that I needed to make it right by someone else.”

The former adviser was a large hefty man, but after hearing that admission, he appeared to shrink down several times. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. A weird feeling was twinging in his gut, one he'd never felt before, so he had no chance of recognizing it as guilt. As far as he knew, it was indigestion. He knew all along that the royal rulers were naive and foolish, but this was – how could anyone actually care about him? How could she even say such a thing after all he'd done? He – He was better than everyone, smarter than everyone... wasn't he? The twinging feeling became stronger, and it was also on his hip -

Which alerted him to the fact Mickey was inches away from yanking his sword back. All at once, his villainous urges returned. “Back off, brat!” He drew the blade across Mickey's arm, cutting him deeply, and Mickey launched himself backwards, clutching his injury. He landed in his mother's embrace, who cried out his name, and his father let out a serious of dark expletives about Pete's future. Pete's heart beat hard – he didn't feel like looking at their faces anymore. “I... I'm getting a whole kingdom out of this deal! What do I need your pity for? I'll have power, and nothing's more important than that!” He turned on his heel, trying to believe the words he just said. He deserved the kingdom, and he was going to prove it, somehow.

He heard Mickey yelling his name off in the distance, and continued to hear it even when he left the dungeon. He had a bad feeling he'd be hearing it in his sleep.

~*~

The dungeon was housed underneath the palace, and it was a steady walk back up to the golden rooms. By that time, Pete had settled his nerves, and was ready to demand that the Phantom Prince send him back to Rao so he could begin his reign. He walked right to the throne room, threw open the doors -

And had a vase thrown right over his head, smashing to the floor behind him.

He stared at nothing, then looked behind him to confirm it happened, before the scene in front of him properly registered. The Phantom Prince was laying out maps and texts, ready to restart his kingdom, and Minnie was making this very difficult. She was ripping the maps, throwing the books, trying to flip the table, and then launching herself at the Prince, trying to bite and punch and kick her back to the lamp. Every time she got close to him, the Prince merely grabbed her by the arm and threw her away like a ragdoll. She'd get up within seconds, ready to start all over, and the once proud, regal throne room now appeared incredibly shabby due to this back and forth fight.

“What's going on here?!” Pete asked, stupefied, having expected Minnie to be a broken doll that had lost all hope. “She's like a wild animal! Do something about it, wish her to stop!”

Minnie turned around as she heard him - “You, this is your fault!” - and picked up a stray lit candle to throw. “Mickey's going to break out of that dungeon, and you're both going to pay!”

Yes, it would have been easy to give in to the grief of her returned memories – to be lost in the sands of time as she remembered her dear aunt, her doting grandfather, and a father that saw her only as a tool. Part of her wanted to lay down and die as she knew she'd been the very weapon that took the lives of her family. Despite all this, there were still gaps in her memory, ones she both wanted and didn't want to get back. The biggest gap was what happened after she was forced to get rid of her aunt and grandfather, and before she was found by a new master out in the desert.

These things mattered – but not as much as her loved ones who were still alive and still fighting. If they weren't going to give up, why should she? Mickey made her a promise, and he was going to keep it. In turn, she'd do everything in her power to help them and help herself. She was running out of projectiles, and settled for her body, charging at Pete and chomping down on his arm. He yelped, and frantically tried to pull her off. “Knock it off, you little brat!”

“Let her fight,” the Phantom Prince said dismissively. “It will do her no good. One day, that fire will burn out, and she'll be the perfect pawn again.” In fact, for his plans, it'd probably be for the best that she wasn't devoid of hope yet. The first time he had her power, he'd made a fatal error, and he wasn't eager to do it again. “I'll begin making the portal for your return home, but I need quiet and concentration. Go take her outside or something.”

“What is she, a doberman?!” Pete managed to pry her off, and tried to hold her off at an arm's distance. “You're her master, act like it! If I had the lamp, I'd have her treat me like a king!” What was this idiot thinking? He kept his powerful foes alive, and now he had the entire world in a lamp and was taking his time with it! It was just as Pete thought all along, he truly was the smartest person alive.

“Don't speak of matters you don't understand,” the Phantom Prince growled, growing impatient. “I gave you an order, so follow it! I am about to restore my kingdom, and unless you literally want to be one of its building blocks, you'll do as I say!” With that “settled”, he turned his back towards Pete, and began to work on the portal, willing a black orb into his palms. Once the nuisance was gone, he'd begin real work on his kingdom. He could simply wish Pete back to the kingdom, but it was best to let Minnie work out her anger on someone. Pete would make a suitable punching bag.

As long as she didn't cry, everything would be right.

Pete glared hard at the Prince's back, before leaving the room and slamming the doors behind him. He dragged Minnie along, who clawed at his hand and kept going on and on about how Mickey would free her, Mickey would defeat him, Mickey was unstoppable, Mickey Mickey Mickey – he was getting sick of hearing that name! He made it a few feet into the hallway before the last of his tolerance died. “Will you shut up already?” he snapped, throwing Minnie to the floor. “He's never going to defeat the Phantom Prince!”

“Yes, he will!” Minnie stood up, fists clenched, ready to attack again. “Mickey won't give up! My so-called father is nothing compared to the amazing things Mickey has done! And when he breaks free, he'll make sure you never hurt anyone ever again!” They would win, they would finish the story! Everything in her believed this, and there wasn't anything that could change it. Mickey could do anything if he put his heart and soul into it, and when it came to defeating evil and helping those he cared for, he was invincible! “Mickey is more of a man than you'll ever be!”

Pete ground his teeth, annoyed and, reluctantly, impressed. She'd been told her father took her soul as an ingredient, and she was able to move on like it was yesterday's news. If that didn't break her into submission, what would? A broken servant was the best servant, Pete was sure of this, and he had to prove it. He had to prove all the pain and suffering he went through was worth it. His fingers twitched at his side, lightly brushing by Mickey's blade, the sword dangling loosely from his belt.

He stopped – and then the idea came to him. A wicked, evil idea, one that would do just the trick. If this didn't force Minnie into obedience, nothing would. It was the best idea he ever had, and the sign he deserved the kingdom. He inhaled, then exhaled, with a victorious grin on his face. “You don't understand, little miss. He's never going to defeat the Phantom Prince... after all, a corpse can't fight.”

The word didn't hit Minnie right away. She'd been about to charge forward again, but her feet paused in place, and she blinked once. “What?” Clearly she misheard.

Pete held out the sword, lightly tapping the bloodied mark he'd made from Mickey's arm. “I got rid of the Son of Scheherazade, and all it took was one blow! He went out wailing for his mama!” He laughed darkly, a hand on his belly. “He couldn't even put up a decent fight!”

Minnie's eyes stayed on the sword, on the rich red that stared back at her. Pete was lying. He had to be. Of course he was. “You... The Phantom Prince, he... he needs him alive...”

“For what? To make Scheherazade work for him? What do we need him when we have you?” Pete sneered, using the sword to lightly tilt Minnie's chin up. “We can just wish her to use her Eye for us! Shoot, we don't need any of them anymore. They're just target practice, is all!”

No, no, no, no, Pete was lying, had to be lying, the smell of the blood was fresh, lying lying lying had to be lying, “Mickey... is a fighter, he... wouldn't...” She couldn't tear her eyes off the sword, that was Mickey's sword, Mickey wasn't dead, no, couldn't be, no no no -

“Don't you two have some stupid promise about your wishes?” Pete was more than happy to remind her. “That when its cast, he feels it too? He was way too exhausted to fight me off! In one way, you could say... it's your fault he's dead!”

Minnie stopped breathing.

“After all, if he hadn't found you, we would still need him to make Scheherazade obey us.”

I'm not expecting anything, I just wanna help! ... My name's Mickey.

“And then you had to go and make him feel sorry for you, so he made that dumb wish so he could share your pain.”

Maybe... maybe there's a chance I won't be a good person when that time comes. In that case, there's only one thing I can do.

“You had to go and fill his head with ideas about love and freedom, and look where it landed him.”

So no matter how badly I want to kiss you, or tell you things, or anything... I can't do it until I set you free. Do you understand?

“You killed your family, and now you killed your boyfriend. What a shame! Maybe if you just kept your trap shut, it'd save everyone a world of trouble.”

Even so... I just... I have to hear it once the shackles come off, and you're... just you.

“Maybe this time, you'll learn your lesson.” Pete patted Minnie's head as if she was nothing but a disciplined pet. “Now, you feel like walking back in there and helping us out?” There, done and done, just as he knew it would work! Now the Phantom Prince would finally treat him with respect! Now the Sultan and Sultana would see that Pete was superior to all them, and he never needed any pity!

But Minnie didn't hear him. She could only hear Mickey's voice. She could only hear the last words he said to her.

Don't give up! I'll free you, I promise! I PROMISE!

Pete was right, in a sense. There was only so much a person could take before they utterly snapped. And Minnie was hearing those words over and over again in her brain, I promise, I promise, I promise, HE WAS DEAD, HE WAS DEAD AND IT WAS HER FAULT, SHE KILLED HIM, I PROMISE, I PROMISE, I PROMISE, SHE NEVER TOLD HIM HOW SHE FELT, DEAD, I PROMISE, DEAD, I PROMISE, DEAD LIKE AUNTIE DEAD LIKE GRANDFATHER DEAD LIKE EVERYONE IN THE KINGDOM I PROMISE -

Minnie drew a breath... and then screamed.

~*~

Mere seconds ago, the Phantom Prince was working on the portal, which was going to take longer than he cared for. He didn't want to admit to Pete that Mickey and Minnie were right, his power was waning. All the energy spent to find henchmen like Pete, the Glooms, Lotus Blossom, creating the heartless monsters, keeping the palace restored, it was all killing him. He had lasted centuries, but his time was running out. He needed to make his mark in history, to be remembered as the rightful ruler, that was all that mattered.

So long as Minnie didn't cry again, all would be well. He thought erasing her memories of him as her father would keep her in check, but who knew that killing two people would send her over the edge? The result of that destroyed his physical body, and only last minute magic kept him alive. She had destroyed the whole kingdom, keeping them a secret for the ages. But it was fine, now things could go back to the way they should have been all along. He was, in fact, so confident over this that he didn't have any plan prepared if such a thing would happen again. But of course it wouldn't! Back-up plans were for fools, and he was a genius. He just needed a little more time...

That's when he heard her screaming. That's when he felt the ground shake. That's when he knew Pete had done something incredibly foolish.

“NO!” Abandoning the unfinished orb, he held the lamp in his hands and ran for the doors, and he saw his worst nightmares realized. Minnie was clutching her head, eyes blank, body shaking – and she was about to cry. “STOP! STOP IT NOW! DON'T YOU DARE!”

Pete was oblivious to the Phantom's panic, and had yet to notice the small earth tremors. “What's the big deal? Let her get it out of her system, then she's as good as done.”

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” The Phantom Prince grabbed a fistful of Pete's shirt, forcing him close. “Don't you remember the rules of the genie?! She must never cry!”

“Since when have you been so sentimental?” What a bizarre thing to get worked up over, especially from the father who abused his daughter.

“YOU BUFFOON, IT'S NOT ABOUT SENTIMENTALITY!” The Phantom shook Pete so hard he quickly saw stars. “A normal body can't support that much magic, I had to store it somewhere! I placed all her magic in her tears!”

Only now did it dawn on Pete that perhaps he had done something incorrectly. “Uh... huh. So, when she cries... what happens to all the magic that's in them...?” This wasn't going to end well for him at all, was it?

“It's pure uncontrollable magic! It's the most dangerous thing in the entire world! Nothing can stop it! And when it's unleashed-”

He didn't need to go into a description, as they both were about to get a very loud, explosive demonstration – the first tear had slid down on her cheek – and then -

It splattered out into a million hard, dangerous shards of ice, stabbing the walls and pinning Pete to the wall by his clothes. The ground then began to shake much more violently, and with each tear came a new terror – a volcano's eruption melting the floor, a horde of dragons ripping off the ceiling, a tidal wave smashing down the walls, a hurricane spiraling around the dead kingdom and picking up the pieces, it created monsters and hail and floods and beasts, and it didn't stop. Destruction took a hundred different forms to rip the palace apart, and spreading out into the abandoned land. The Imp's imaginings had been nothing compared to this apocalypse unleashed upon the land. Through it all, Minnie screamed, screamed, screamed for Mickey.

She couldn't see, couldn't hear, the world was dead to her, dead as Mickey, her Mickey, it was all worthless now, let everything burn, this pain would never end, and her heart would always be in agony.

The lamp grew hot, hotter than the driest desert in the Sahara, and the Phantom Prince had no choice but to drop it as he and Pete scrambled to find a place that was safe. But there was no safe place, and as Pete stupidly gazed up at the whirlwind of fire and blood, he saw that this time, maybe there would be no safe place ever again. At this rate, her power would rip through the surface of the earth and kill everything in its path.

Maybe he did deserve that pity after all.

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Sinbad no Bouken 182 [Final Chapter]

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The final night “ The adventures of Sinbad”

Night 182 “The adventures of Sinbad”

Page 1

Narration:

King Sinbad founded the new kingdom of Sindria.

He became known as “The high king of the seven seas”, and several years went by quickly…

The “Reim empire” on the west that still holds great influence.

And the “Kou empire” on the east that unified the three warn-torn countries.

The 2 major powers of east and west repeated aggressively invasive wars in order to expand their territory,

And their invasion deepened more and more…

Page 2

Narration: In response to that, a remote country that had a tribute relationship with the three countries before the unification of the Kou empire, declared their adherence to the “seven seas alliance”

TN: Takeru!! Haha

Narration: The far east island-country “The kingdom of Kina” allied themselves with another nation once again.

Page 3

…. Thus, the situation around the world was about to change little by little.

The former boy that headed towards the dream he had embraced….

The final night “The adventures of Sinbad”

TN: We see a ship on the seas…

Page 4

The king of Sindria. Sinbad.

Page 5

Ja’far: It’s unusual for you, Sin.

To take the trouble to be on the deck…. Is something up?

From the eight generals of the kingdom of Sindria. Ja’far.

Sinbad: … Well,

Somehow, I feel a little nostalgic.

Page 6

Sinbad: It’s been a long time since I’ve been on Balbadd, so…

I unconsciously started to remember the old days.

…

Ja’far: I see.

Sinbad: The way you were when I met you, well, you had a foul tongue and your attitude was awful too, huh.

Well… From that, you have come this far and grown up well.

(Little Ja’far’s manuscript: Shut up!! Idiot. / Sin’s manuscript: I seriously mean it.)

Ja’far: Wait…!! Please stop talking about old times!!

Ah, But what about you! Contrary to me, Who’s the one that has become careless since he became an adult?!

( Ja’far’s manuscript: mainly concerning the alcohol….)

Sinbad: drinking alcohol is adult’s behavior, Ja’far-kun.

Ja’far: I’m telling you to consider that there are limits!

Ja’far’s manuscript: It’s always that what gets you into trouble!

Sinbad: WAHAHAHAA

Sinbad: but, when I think about it, it has been quite long time since those days.

Page 7

Sinbad: I fought against you guys on Valefor’s “dungeon”, and then we became comrades and battled together….

And after that, we started trading in Reim and we launched our trading company…

We traveled across various countries, we met a lot of people and learned a great deal of things.

We were nothing but small merchants, and thus, now we are…

The king of the “Kingdom of Sindria” and its minister.

Page 8

Sinbad: A lot of things have happened to reach this point but,

All of that are irreplaceable experiences that made us become what we are today.

We’ve lost many things too, though…

Ja’far: ….

….

Ja’far: But even so,

You moved forward.

You held on to a “dream” that no one could have materialized…

And became “King”.

Page 9

Once, our country was destroyed, and when everyone was brokenhearted,

You guided everyone, and it’s undeniable that everything that we’ve been able to built up until this point, it’s thanks to you.

Ja’far: I know it.

I know how many hardships you have overcome, all the troubles, the pain,

All you have gone through to build up everything we have this very day….

Page 10

Ja’far: your “dream” is still on its way…

Let’s make it truth.

To make a “world” aiming towards true peace.

Page 11

Sinbad: That’s right.

Rather, our “dream” starts from here on.

Ja’far: Yes.

Anyhow, we are now heading towards Balbadd…

Since the demise of the previous king, there has been an internal disturbance,

And there are rumors that the citizens have been suffering due to the tyrannical rule of the current king.

In addition, strange situations have been happening.

we suddenly received an announcement of them discontinuing trade with our country the other day…

I can feel the hints of someone working from behind.

Sinbad: If this is something caused by that organization, we can’t overlook it…

Ja’far: …

Yeah.

If their plan is to raise up the abnormalities of the world, we must stop them without fail…

Page 12

Masrur: ….

Sin-san,

We’ll be arriving soon.

Sinbad: All right.

In order to make the world without conflict that we wish for…

Sinbad: Let’s go!

To Balbadd….!!

Page 13

Ja’far:

____ what?

Although You said those things just a while ago….

You’ve immediately gone to who knows where, haven’t you?

Sin!!

Hey! Come here now!!

Masrur: …

(Masrur’s memories: Masrur, I’m gonna go drink for a little bit, please don’t say anything!)

Page 14

People: Cheers!

Man: Well, Sir

You sure can drink, huh?

(Background Manuscript: service people: service, here’s your drink. People: Thank you.)

Sinbad: It’s been a long time since I’ve been in Balbadd. It’s become quite fun.

Page 15

Sinbad: Balbadd’s wine is certainly exceptional, huh.

Sir, can you give me once more cup? I came to this place because I wanted to drink a bit of this.

(Sin SFX: “smile, smile”)

Shopkeeper: I’m sorry… but that was the last cup .

Lately, customs have risen up, and our stock of good alcohol has decreased…

Not only in our establishment, but apparently in all of Balbadd.

As a consequence, lately customer visits have been decreasing too.

…

Sinbad: …. Sir. In that case, can you bring in your most expensive liquor?

For every person in this place.

Shopkeeper: What!!?

Sinbad: Something like not being able to drink delicious liquor…. There’s nothing as sad as that.

So, even if it’s just for this moment, I want you to enjoy it.

(Manuscript: specially now that economy is awful…)

Page 16

Sinbad: It’s my treat today. Please enjoy!

TN: Sinbad pays the shopkeeper, who apparently thinks so grateful for receiving so much money.

Page 17

TN: Later, Sin is out of the bar with a bit of liquor, he sits alone near the outskirts of Balbadd.

Page 18

Sinbad: ….

Master, it’s been a long time.

I’m finally back.

although I’ve come this far, it took me quite a while…

Ah, this is bringing back memories. This is the wine I used to drink so much back in the old days!

(Manuscript: I took the left-over with me)

Since I’m already here, I thought about having a drink with… with you master, though it seems like it’s the last one.

We used to drink like this in the old days.

Page 19

I’m truly grateful for everything you did for me master... (TN: I’m in great debt to you/I owe you so much)

We didn’t know anything about trading or anything else,

And you taught us how to stablish a company and the ways of trading.

That time in Parthevia and that time I rebuilt my country too, you’ve guided me all along,

Thank you… so much.

….

Balbadd,

Might be different from when you were here.

But still, I’ll help this country….

….

The country of the teacher that helped me so much….

……..

Without fail,

Page 20

One way or another, I will definitely do it.

…

TN: Cheers!

Sinbad: hmm, it’s really tasty!

Yay, I’ll drink it all!

TN: Later…

Sinbad:

Uh, hmmm

Page 21

David:

…..N

……. Bad

Sinbad

…….

Sinbad:

…..

Who’s there?

The voice that I can hear from time to time since that moment….

…..

Who are you?

….

David: I am you. Sinbad.

The only “Singularity” who can see the great flow of “destiny”

You and I are, so to speak, an identical existence that has been isolated from the world. My only supporter.

Page 22

You might not understand yet but, you’ll come to know that truth eventually.

And then, you and I will unite into one.

In the not far away future.... It will “certainly” happen!

Page 23

TN: Sun is up and so is Sin.

Sinbad: haa, haa, haa TN:*heavy breathing*

What was that? Just now, was it a dream?

What a strange dream…

Why am I dreaming this sort of stuff…?

That’s ridiculous. I am who I am, I’m not anyone else.

To have such dreams can only mean that I had quite a lot to drink yesterday, huh…

Huh?

TN: lol, nakey nakey

Page 24

TN: Where are my dragons Metal vessels !!? haha and then Sin spots the 3 brothers.

SNL Brothers:

1) Big bro! with this, we’ll be able to have lunch!

2) If we sell this out, we’ll be able to make a name for ourselves!

3) Let’s go, little brothers!

Sinbad: huh?

Wait… wait!!

Those are my….!!

Sinbad: I’ve been robbed….

Page 25

TN: Sinbad is looking for a leaf lol

Sinbad: huh…

It’s been a long time since I had to do this.

I’d rather if it were just the clothes, but when it comes to having my metal vessels stolen….

(In Sinbad’s imagination= Ja’far: what are you doing!!??)

……

He’ll absolutely shout at me, right?

Anyway, now I have to manage this situation somehow but …..

TN: Sinbad can hear noise.

Sinbad: people are coming!

I’m saved! If they can lend me some clothes, I’ll be lucky.

As one would expect from me. I got immediately lucky.

Reminds me of the good old days…

In those times I also came to face numerous dangers many times this way.

But, I’ll definitely overcome this new crisis, without fail.

Page 26 y 27

I, Sinbad, will do it…

Sinbad to Morgiana and Aladdin: Yo! You guys!

Nice weather today, huh?

If you don’t mind, can I join you?

Page 28

My name is Sin

I’m a merchant heading to Balbadd!

MAGI, SINBAD NO BOUKEN END.

And this is the end of the series!! As always, Thank you so much to for reading! and thank you so much for following these translations until now ^^ we still have the extra content of volume 18 and 19 to look forward! ;D

#Snb 182 #Magi #Sinbad no Bouken #Magi the Labyrinth of Magic #Snb Spoilers #Sinbad #David Jehoahaz Abraham #Rashid Saluja #Ja'far #Masrur #Morgiana #Aladdin Jehoahaz Abraham #My Magi Translation

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