#(conversation; iris)

[geeky-nightphilosopher]

🦇Batfamily & Friends🦇

Barry: * to the JL* Then I told her, "Pink isn't just for boys, it can be for girls too."

[incorrectpokechampionquotes]

Iris, sick: I am Arceus' least favorite child. Alder: Okay, Arceus' Least Favorite Child, do you want some Mac ‘n’ Cheese?

[damthosefandoms]

test failed still can’t watch top gun without thinking about hal jordan </3

[vickyvicarious]

So this conversation... hoo boy, does it pack a punch. I had completely forgotten to think about what Kazuma being alive would mean regarding Herlock until Susato and Ryunosuke brought it up, but... this is a really agonizing betrayal. And even when they confront him on it, he just delays, waits out to see what they know, what he can get away with. So many times he just sits there for a long moment, letting them talk. He asks Susato, "You're quite sure?" He says this:

This is utterly infuriating. I would lose it here. And it's all the worse because Ryunosuke counters this with nothing but a certainty in Herlock's skills. He had to be lying, because they trust him to have known the truth. They aren't willing to believe that he made a mistake when he announced Kazuma's death, any more than they doubt their own recognition of him actually being alive. The confidence here hurts a lot in context. The friendship with which they approach this conversation. And he never tells them!

I'm sure the truth will come out eventually, and he'll have had his reasons, but... Ryunosuke has lived with him all along. Susato so clearly admires him so much. They're all friends. And he's seen how deeply they are grieving, he must have, and he's chosen to stay silent all this time. I'm so so impressed again by Ryunosuke and Susato's willingness to extend that trust further, to wait to find out answers.... And then even to continue investigating together with him shortly afterwards. It would be completely understandable if they couldn't. I still feel like they need to get properly angry at him, but maybe they're saving that for after they know the whole situation.

[feralwaff1e]

Iris Gets Kidnapped, Full Story.

Hey, wanna preface that Iris' age is 16 almost 17 at this point! Also, did not grammer check it, we die like Betrayus.

Iris wasn’t having a good morning, all starting with missing the bus and then everything snowballed for her. She really couldn’t be blamed for stewing about it as she walked down the sidewalk to school. Iris couldn’t have been blamed for not seeing the white van speeding up behind her on the sidewalk, the side door opened. In a hurried motion, an arm reached out and grabbed the back of her backpack, pulling her into the back of the van.

Iris found herself slammed against the inside of the van, not having a moment to react, someone was already using something to tie her hands behind her back. Iris immediately tried to fight them off, but, without any power berries or her hands, she was pretty much useless.

“Damn it! Didn’t you say she would be easy to tie up?!” A voice overhead said, Iris noting the red skin under the person’s ruffled up black sweater, “The girl won’t stay still!”

“Stop being a bitch and just work! You don’t see Cobra complaining about this shit, just keep her tied up until we're back at base, Shark!”

At that, she felt a knee pushed into her back, forcing her face into the floor of the van. As far as she could tell, there were three men. There was one red, they were using codenames, Cobra, shark and she didn’t know the driver’s name. She could practically hear her grandpa’s military training in her ear. Iris needed to get as much Intel as possible, identify the leader and find her way out. Iris just knew, these men didn’t care much about her physical safety and if given a chance, hurt her more than she already was.

A theory that was proven correct as they pulled her up by her hair, hot breath by her ear as they started putting something over her eyes, “Now, you listen here little girl, you’re going to cooperate with us. If not, we’ll do worse than what we’ve already done.”

Iris snarled, feeling the zipties on her legs and arms, she needed to buy time, “Which means shit, ya’ll are full hot fucking air, aren’t you?”

Suddenly she felt a hand gripping the back of her head, throttling her onto the floor of the van. The hand, still not leaving the back of her head, lifted her back up, “Does that feel like hot air?”

Iris only growled, her wrists starting to burn from rubbing them raw from trying to break the zip ties. She was so close to breaking them, Iris just needed to keep them occupied for a little longer, “You feel good beating up little girls Shark? Make you feel like a big man?”

Of course she had no idea if she got the guy’s name right, but it seemed to be right on the money if his growl was anything to go by, his hot breath on her face letting her know he was in front of her “Look here you little shit-!”

“Left hook!”

It wasn’t smart, it was the opposite of smart, but Iris finally broke her hands out of the zip ties. Luckily she was able to knock the first one down, as she ripped the blindfold off, she was lucky enough to have knocked him out cold.

“Shit, Mike! She just knocked Mike out cold, dude!”

Iris looked to her side, the other man she felt looking at her with anger. It didn’t matter to her, she could feel the blood pumping in her ears. Without much thought, she pulled her feet apart, breaking the zip ties tying her legs together. The guy in the back of the van tried to push her against the wall of it, but she quickly dodged it. Now that she wasn’t stunned or tied up, she was able to get a better look of the van. There was gardening equipment and what not.

Good. She can use that.

“Fuck! Get your shit together, Jim!” Iris heard the driver yell, it was then Iris looked at the windshield for a moment, she was at least able to tell they weren’t on a highway anymore, but maybe a back road?

Okay, so she could be a little more reckless with her actions. Without a second thought, she grabbed one of the weed wackers, aiming for ‘Jim’s’ face. It was good enough to knock him off balance, the man falling to his knees. She didn’t wait for him to get up or regain balance, she continued to hit him over the head until he stayed still on the floor. It looked like she did cut him up a bit, but Iris couldn’t focus on that right now.

“Fuck, Jim?! Mike?!”

“Knocked out, you jack off!” Iris breathed heavily, making her way to the front of the van, “Pull over!”

The driver looked up, seeing Iris holding on to the driver seat, “I said pull over!”

The driver only kept staring at her, like a deer in headlights. It was only as she flew through the windshield, did she think about how the driver should have been watching where they were driving. She heard her jaw hit the floor before her body hit it, immense pain shooting up her jaw, her arm in pain, but not much better. Through bleary eyes, she could see the smokey van and the tree they had hit. It looked like one of the park’s near the center of Pacoplips. Then she looked up, one of her Grandpa’s slug cams hurrying down a tree.

“Grampy…”

Then it went black.

_______

When Iris woke up next, she didn’t really remember it. Iris only was able to remember the feel of it. Warmness against her face and wind blowing by it. When Iris woke up next, the first thing Iris noticed and heard was the sound of hushed arguing.

“You aren’t her family! You shouldn’t even be here!”

“That shouldn’t matter, I brought her to hospital, I need to make sure she's okay!”

“You were waiting here to see surgery status updates and everything else, I should just eat you here and now!”

“Then I’ll just come back when I regenerate!”

Iris was finally able to open her eyes, her head able to flop to the side. There standing and floating at the end of her bed was her dad and grandpa. So enraptured in their own argument they hadn’t even noticed she had woken up.

Iris wanted to open her mouth, call for them to stop it, but she found she couldn’t. What was an annoying, yet calm moment, soon turned to panic. To the best of her abilities Iris sat up in the bed, making muffled, panicked noises. She was grabbing at her mouth, trying to figure out why wouldn’t open only to find something metal around her mouth, her teeth. Before she could even begin to pull it out, to be able to breath, someone pulled her hand away.

“Hey lovebug,” Her dad said, concern in both his voice and eyes, “We can’t have you pull that out, you need that.”

Iris felt tears well in her eyes, then throwing herself at her dad. Soon, shaky sobs left her as her dad’s arms wrapped around her. Him whispering about how it would be okay, Although Iris felt as if she couldn’t calm down, every breath bringing more and more emotions she ignored when those men grabbed her.

It took her a few minutes before she could fully regain herself, and when she pulled away, the first thing she did was to motion for a hug from her grandpa. Betrayus, not even hesitating, came over to her, both Iris and Betrayus ignoring Pac’s incredulous look, “Hey Eerie, I came as soon as I saw.”

Iris leaned into his hold, humming as he raised his body head, “You feeling okay?”

Iris shook her head and pointed her mouth. Before Betrayus could reply, Pac answered for him, “They had to wire your mouth shut. You dislocated your jaw, so this keeps it in place until your jaw fully heals, baby.”

Her dad did try to put himself between herself and Betrayus, but Iris pushed him back. Betrayus gave her a questioning look, but she only shook her head and leaned back on her Grandpa’s ‘chest’. All the while, her dad looked scared and mad and so many other emotions at them.

“Do you remember anything before the accident, Eerie?” Betrayus asked, his claws running through her, distantly he thought about how he would have to put it up, she hated laying down with her hair down.

Iris shook her head ‘yes’. lifting herself up again and making some hand gestures. She hoped it conveyed she wanted a pen and paper, which luckily, seemed it did as her dad left and came back with some paper. She quickly nodded her thanks and started writing, Iris wrote down everything she could remember about those men. From code names, to regular names, hell even the body builds of the men.

She handed her dad the paper, he only looked confused until her grandpa looked over, “Its the descriptions of the men,” Both her dad and grandpa looked at her, one with confusion and one with pride, “Oh, my Eerie girl!”

Betrayus was over to her in a blink of an eye, “My brave, smart, Errie girl!” He grabbed her by the shoulders, “I am so proud of you right now, you have no idea!”

Iris smiled, the first one she had since waking up in the hospital bed. She really couldn't help preen at her grandpa being proud of her.

“What is going on?” Her dad asked, walking over, his posture screaming so many things, none of which were positive, “Why are you so proud, Betrayus?”

“Because!” Her grandpa patted her head, “She did what she was supposed to in that kind of situation, she made sure to get every detail she could think down. Then she could either try and fight her way out, or lay low until one of us came.”

Her grandpa’s explanation only served to make her dad more confused if his face was anything to go by. Although, it looked like he didn’t give into the urge to argue with them about it, probably thinking how she needed rest not confrontation, instead he sighed and pinched his nose, “This is going to change a lot of things, isn’t it?”

“Oh Pac Man, it’s been changing things,” He grandpa gave a cooked smile down at her, “Though, it should be talked about later. Right now, Iris needs her hair up and food in that belly.”

Betrayus poked her in the belly to emphasize his point, making Iris giggle in response. He always did know her weak spots.

[rcsesnoir]

@sinnerssquarestart

LOCATION: st. john's hospital, the hospital dining space. FOR: open! ( 0/3 )

IRIS HAS BEEN NURSING the same cup of coffee for the past ten minutes -- caring very little that the pot itself has grown cold. she just needed something, anything to keep her awake. the last thing she wanted was to miss any news, no matter if it was about stella or henry. frankly, even if the coffee tasted like a cross between gasoline and lighter fluid and it showed little sign of working -- it was her lifeline. she can see visions of people floating in and out of her her periferal line of sight, that is -- untl she notice someone stop beside her table. directly next to the coffee urn. which she had not seen changed. " that coffee may be ice cold by now. " she speaks quietly, eyes looking upward to meet whoever was nearby. her exhaustion is evident, both physically and emotionally. no matter how hard she tries to fight it. " wouldn't hurt if we find someone to change it. "

[respheal]

WIP Wednesday

Iris patted Hyrule’s knee, drawing his attention. “Link—the one you call Legend—was but a child when he first visited our fountain.” Her eyes tracked Legend as he circled the awakened and angered Chosen Hero. “He had run across the country, alone, chased by knights and monsters. He had no one left—no one he knew he could trust. “Our Mother…. She pulled him into the fountain as soon as she laid eyes upon him. ‘You have not bathed in weeks, young one,’ she said. That may have been true, but it would not have mattered to us. But she saw a young man in need of care, the way humans do. She gave him food and water and what comfort he was willing to accept.” Moisture gathered in Hyrule’s eyes and his chest pulled tight. Iris pulled her knees to her chin. “Link returned, years later—older, weary from his travels abroad…. Mother took one look at him and pulled him into the fountain again.” She laughed lightly at the memory. “She found his feigned protests amusing. He made her laugh so….”  Her eyes glistening, Iris looked up at Hyrule. “Mother would prefer laughter in her demesne. Humans mourn in sadness—we know this. For human lifetimes are but fleeting moments. We embrace our return to the earth after a fulfilling life, with nothing left undone.”

[remembertheplunge]

Jailed Angel

August 23, 2018

10:06pm

Thursday

In the jail from 5:06pm-9:19pm

My client Angel C. was magnificent—Angel “Is there life after death, or just blackness?"

Me: Per  “Iris DeMent “Let the mystery be.”

End of entry

My jail talks through the years with my clients have been enlightening and amazing at times. There is something about our union in the belly of the jail beast that punches up the meaning and the spirit of life truths we explore.

In the above talk with my client Angel, he asks me what’s beyond death’s door? Maybe something about the jail environment or his case brought that on.

My gay partner Jim and I loved the singer Iris DeMent. And, her song," let the mystery be” was our belief in how to deal what comes after death. Let it be. So, I proposed to Angel that as a possible way for him to consider what happens after we die.

[barschter000]

benbaro ryulock double date (running into each other in the ER because Herlock and Albert drank chemicals again)

[tarotphil]

ok tomorrow is about to be such a bad day for me. i know it's phil's birthday, sorry king, it's also going to be a nightmare for me, robin, personally. but we will persevere

[trulymadlykiki]

jeremiah pouting ass can put his dick in huda but can’t even comfort her after she almost got dumped from the island

[iris-nonsense]

Best description of kenjaku ever!

[thatsnotmygunflash]

*kicks rock* Do you think Iris felt like she was betraying Eddie for marrying Barry?

[cuntydreamgirl]

nic and cierra are both so into the new bombshells (nic more so) but i think they’re going to stick with each other and play it safe till the final

[pokemas-conversation-repository]

[rainbowmuses]

@forgottenelegies | Iris

"Do you know anything about why we are all here in this town? Or are you just as confused as me?" Carol asked as she studied the other. She had tried to make sense of it all but she was always left empty handed and even more confused than she was before. She wanted to know why she had been placed in this city.