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worst yet very accurate way to describe my favorite oc: like if patrick bateman was a teenage communist with no sense of self-preservation
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lilyblackdrawside · 4 months ago
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Operators who predicted the future
Long post.
There are some operators who look like they were the blueprint for future Branches or mechanics. Naturally, this is just speculation and I can't know how far into the future the devs are planning with regards to these things, but it's still pretty neat!
Matoimaru
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Matoimaru is a 4 Star Dreadnought Guard. Dreadnoughts have a lot of HP, a lot of ATK and not much else. Bad DEF, 1 Block, 1.5s Attack Interval, hits one target. They just hit stuff.
Crushers have a lot a lot of HP, a lot a lot of ATK and nothing else. 0 DEF, 2 Block, 2.5s Attack Interval, hits as many targets as they have Block. They also just hit stuff.
So the similarities are there to begin with, with Dreadnoughts just being more dedicated to hitting one stuff, as opposed to the Crushers hitting two stuff.
Matoimaru's whole deal is that, due to her Talent, she has even less DEF than your average Dreadnought Guard but also even more HP. Her S2 sets her DEF to 0 and gives her a huge ATK buff.
At E2L42, she has 4276 HP, 908 ATK and 146 DEF - these are her stats without her Talent, so if she was just a normal Dreadnought Guard. (There is one other 4 Star Dreadnought, but they're Conviction who isn't very normal. They've got ~40 more def, ~500 less hp for comparison)
Now if we apply Matoimaru's Talent, her HP and DEF become this: 5901 HP, 117 DEF. With her S2 active, her stats are this: 5901 HP, 2270 ATK, 0 DEF.
Comparison with Quartz, the 4 star Crusher: (I'm including her module stats in this, even though it doesn't exist yet, because Matoimaru also has hers) 6303 HP, 2276 ATK, 0 DEF (of course)
Naturally, Matoimaru's ATK is boosted by her S2 here, so I've adjusted Quartz's by the raw damage increase her own S2 provides and then adjusted it again for the difference in attack interval, so the "2276" ATK I've listed here, isn't a stat she'll ever naturally display but stick with me here.
These stats are nearly identical. If I simply adjust Quartz's ATK down to account for attack interval differences without taking her skill into account it becomes 880, which is also almost exactly the same as Matoimaru's off-skill 908.
So yeah, Matoimaru is pretty much a Crusher in spirit and yet AND YET she is generally more functional than one, because even just having 117 DEF is better than 0 because she doesn't die to Slugs and Hounds.¹ Also her S1 heals 50% of her HP, which is actually really strong. If you were to use it on cooldown, it comes out as 158 HPS, but it's actually better than that cause it's a huge burst of healing on demand that you can use in such a way that it'll produce little overhealing. If she's idle with full HP, her skill charges and essentially "stocks up healing", while a Medic would just be idle without producing any value at all.
Podenco
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Don't worry, this one's more concise. No numbers here.
She's an Abjurer.
NEXT
Alright, alright. Podenco is a Decel-Binder Supporter whos S1 makes her stop hitting enemies and instead hits allies. To heal them. Her S2 is a gas bomb that silences and damages enemies in a decently large area on a very short cooldown and is an incredibly powerful skill, one of the best sources of Silence in the game and you should raise Podenco for this skill. She's one of the best Silencers.
Anyway, yeah her S1 is exactly like how Abjurers work.
"But Podenco released after Tsukinogi, who's the first Abjurer. This is bogus."
Okay first off, how do you know this? Nobody cares about Tsukinogi unless the exact details of her tights are involved. You looked that up. But yes, it's true. Podenco is younger than the Abjurer Branch... OR IS SHE
Back then, Branches didn't even exist! Ch'en the Holungday invented Branches in the second half of 2021! But does that even matter? If they're called Abjurer or not, they'd still be doing their thing. Wrong! Abjurers didn't have their on-skill mode change until Break the Ice, which happened just before 2022, well-enough time for Podenco to educate Tsukinogi on how to be a functional Branch. Except Tsukinogi became less functional in the wake of the Branch change, because now her S2 (her dedicated healing skill) almost always heals less than her S1 because her S2 MAKES HER STOP ATTACKING TO PROJECT A HEALING AURA and her S1, which reveals invisible enemies, which used to be frail enough for her to reasonably take them down, also suffered because now she can't kill the enemies she reveals anymore. Tsukinogi was sacrificed on the altar of making Abjurers useful.
Heavyrain
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Heavyrain is a Protector Defender who uses her fast-charging, stock-holding S1 to heal and buff allies, so naturally she's the progenitor of the Guar- Hey wait a second this one really is bogus.
Tuye
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Her S2 essentially runs on Ammo, but Tuye was released 19.01.2021 and Ash, who debuted Ammo for realsies, debuted 09.03.2021, just one and a half months later, so I'm not actually believing this one. UNLESS we look at Lumen who TOTALLY STOLE her S2's concept of "reactive healing" with his S3, yep. You can't do a different take on a concept ever, he stole it.
That's it.
¹Slugs and Hounds isn't the use-case for Crusher Guards. Of course they suck at economically handling them.²
²It isn't the use-case for Dreadnoughts either, it was a very energetic bowl for comedic effect.
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blank-house · 1 year ago
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ohh so you have more cast's lifestyle habits 👀 could you share some without spoilers? some of them are... unexpected lol? i really like the cast, they're all so cool! 🧡
oh, absolutely. i ran these quickly by marina too, so:
percy's in the habit of saying to jamie and elio when they come back to the house: "do you want to have dinner? a bath? or me? ♡" before anyone asks, he'd say that to an mc he's in a serious relationship with but he does like joking he's functionally married to the other two. sometimes, he'll throw in an anata.
if he knows he doesn't have plans for the day, percy will just not leave his bed. man's just fully marinating. he could be convinced out if the impromptu plans develop with a good friend, but otherwise godspeed trying to get him to move.
cameron listens to as many male groups as they do female groups, but there's something about a lady idol doing a run (in a singing context) that makes them have to stop with a hand over their heart and one in the air like they're hearing gospel in a church. it kind of is a religious experience.
to that end, cameron's what the kids call a k-boomer. they listen to the earlier first into second generation bands and are convinced no one will do better. that's groups like shinee, girls generation, 2ne1, so on. no, i'm not projecting.
elio will never take more than one trip to carry groceries. ever.
elio has a tendency to treat the kitchen like his personal one-man orchestra. he'll slap a pan before he uses it or purposefully clink his dishes together (which is why some of them are noticeably chipped) or rattle spoons as he's putting them away or using them.
as part of the "napping with percy" saga, jamie finds himself being used as furniture more often than not in their own house. the others might put something in his hands to hold, or they might just drape themselves across his lap if he's sitting on the couch. he once famously was a coat hanger and glorified ladder.
jamie would be considered a world-class bargain hunter and likes going to farmer's markets and swap meets. he won't negotiate with the hard work of farmers, but he will negotiate down to the dime at a swap meet. he does have a fanny pack and a wide-brimmed hat to protect his delicate skin every sunday.
chores with deja is a war of attrition. as long as you do your part, she won't say anything. but, say you leave your dishes in the sink. she'll do the same and she'll keep doing it until you're both eating cereal out of a mug. keep the sink clean or she'll kill you.
deja doesn't keep a running tally on how much she's spent on food. she kind of just works on the pay schedule of "i owe roughly 12 dinners, and am owed 15 dinners" between her, mc, cameron and reynah. this also applies to drinks.
reynah's favorite fruits are coconuts, pineapples and watermelons. not because she has any preference for their taste. but, she just kind of gets a kick out of the process of breaking them down so she can eat them. cracking open a coconut's hard. pineapples have all those eyes. watermelons are huge.
while she isn't messy, reynah does have the habit of leaving half-finished seltzer bottles everywhere. it's just a lot of drink and she just kind of forgets to keep drinking them when she gets pulled away to do something or another. if asked, though, she'll say it's not because she's forgetful but that the first few sips are peak carbonation. everything after isn't as appealing.
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avalonpalewoods · 2 months ago
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4th of May - 1825
Haven't been writing for two weeks. I've been locked up in my room, only going down to eat and then coming back up again. Over and over again.
Ever since the mines I've been getting worse. My migraine has been pounding, and my chest feels like it's being turned into acid. The base of my skull won't stop tingling. I keep looking out the window at the forest canopy and tears fall down my face. The tears burn. It feels fulfilling. That scares me. I don't want it to stop.
I don't even know what I'm looking for out there. I don't even know why I'm here.
I bumped into Ezra down at the bar, drunk out of his barely-functioning mind. He tried to strike up a conversation. I wanted to be angry at him for so many reasons but I couldn't muster the energy. Instead I took out my frustration by using him as a mirror.
He's in so much denial of his pain he cannot even concieve a world where he faces it. So he drowns himself to a stupor over and over again. He didn't have to tell me. Avoidance and acceptance are halves of the same coin, we both just have different addictions.
He kept wanting to know more about me and what I was "hiding". Why does he care? I'm a stranger who everyone now sees as a lunatic. Besides, even if I answered him I wouldn't know much to say. He did make me realize one thing. I won't be able to figure out why I'm supposed to be here until I figure out myself, which ironically means leaving this place for a while. If I'm gonna find answers anywhere, it's at the grave.
I slipped up before I left Ezra. It escaped my mouth before I could stop myself.
"Whoever this body belonged to died before I was born. I'm just the corpse that kept walking."
God that was stupid. I'm glad he was barely conscious and will forget. I've held the thoughts so close to me I've barely even let it out in my private journal. I don't even know where the words came from. Avalon the Corpse. Avalon the Murderer. Has a nice ring to it. Titles I deserve, anyway.
I'm gonna leave tonight. Better to just leave a note. Don't wanna make a fuzz. Besides, they'll be glad a "killer" is out of their midst.
Left a note on the desk in my room in case anyone comes looking for me, and told Isaac I was not gonna be needing the room for some time.
Almost made a clean break towards the gates before Amelia saw me from the stables and called me over. I wasn't trying to be sneaky, but I figured with the curfew nonsense no one would be up at this hour of the night. I was wrong.
She was taking care of some of the horses and time slipped away from her. I know the feeling. We talked for a bit. She asked where I was going and I almost lied to her. But against my better judgement I couldn't. She's done nothing but be nice to me, truly nice, maybe the only one. I told her I was leaving for a while to sort my head on straight, and when she asked where I said home.
Not exactly the truth, I guess. But not exactly a lie either.
Told her to take care, that the town needs her more than they realize. She said she'll miss me. The worst part is, I believe she really meant it. Had to promise her I'd come back just to push down the guilt for worrying a woman I barely know.
I also called her "pony", as a nickname I guess. She's always in a ponytail, and she takes care of the horses most of the time. It slipped out, but at the same time it felt natural. It made my head hurt more.
I've secured a place up a tree to sleep. The process of tying myself to a branch came back after several weeks without practice. Not exactly comfortable, but as safe as you can be out here.
The treck to the clearing shouldn't take too long. From there to here last time took me a week, but I was also disoriented and didn't know who I was. The confusion didn't help, but the monsters helped to keep me focused. Hard to not adapt when you're forced to fight for your life.
I'll be there soon. I hope everything makes sense then.
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nova-alien-rants · 1 year ago
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sometimes it can be really fucking scary to achieve the things you've always wanted.
i think i need to put this out there not just for myself, but for anyone else who may be having a hard time coping with change in their lives, even if it's for the greater good.
this past wednesday was genuinely a really hard day for me. like, really really fucking hard. one of my best and oldest friend bailed on me along with her entire family which i considered to be my own, my parents acted disgusting toward my brother and tried pulling the same shit on me, i came back to my dorm after 40 minutes of driving to discover someone came into my room and touched my shit, and then had some stupid freshman act like a brat when i brought it up to the RAs. i haven't felt as low in a LONG time as i did by the end of that day.
but while i was driving back to campus, feeling completely alone and like i had no one to talk to, my grandparents ended up calling just to chat. i was crying so hard that i couldn't stop myself and spilled everything that had happened to me that day, and to my surprise, they were... really nice. they comforted me and even offered for me to move in with them once they get settled in their new house. i told them i felt really worried about how my parents would take the news of me moving, but my grandma said not to worry about that and she'll take care of it. for once i'm actually glad the people in this family are crazy.
all i've ever dreamed about for as long as i can remember is getting away from my parents. no longer living with them, no longer being controlled by them, no longer being physically and mentally broken down by them. my life goal has been to break free from my parents permanently. not a career, not material possessions, none of those things can ever come close to that goal. but now that it's happening, i'm filled with a kind of fear i've never experienced. there's so much uncertainty about literally everything in my life now.
will this thing with my grandparents' house even work out? how will my parents react to it? how am i going to manage to move all my shit into my grandparents' house even if i am able to stay there? what will happen when next semester starts? if i move in with my grandparents, my parents will cut me off financially and i won't have any help paying for my university tuition and/or housing. how will i finish my degree? how will i be able to afford going to graduate school? how will i pay for my medical bills?
i know in time all of these questions will become trivial, and i'll be able to look back eventually and be able to laugh about the fact that i was ever worried. the universe always works in my favor, even if i can't see it at the time. things always seem to have a funny way of working out but it's scary in the moment to not know what's going to happen. i'm a person who desperately craves stability and concrete plans in order to function, so all this uncertainty is... a lot to deal with.
but i think all this is happening so i can shed my old life and start another chapter in which i can finally heal for good and stay that way. even if our old lives suck, we can get used to them anyway and changing them can be absolutely terrifying. i think that's why leaving one's comfort zone can feel so hard. we don't know what to expect, so how are we supposed to protect ourselves in the event that something goes wrong? but i've come to believe that things don't go wrong, they simply don't go the way we expected them to. and that's scary, but it's also okay to sit with that fear. everything happens for a reason.
i'm not one of those people who will say to just "be happy" under circumstances such as these, even when your feelings may seem irrational and/or confusing to you. we're human, we're not fucking robots. we can't go through life stone-faced. change is hard. it's scary. it's overwhelming and full of so many questions no one may ever have the answers for. it's okay to take some time to cry, to scream, to get those feelings out. our brains are trying to keep us safe, and it's our job to let our brains express themselves. not every feeling has to be rationalized. it doesn't all have to make sense. sometimes it's okay to Just Be.
i personally believe that the world would be a much better place if we all took more time for ourselves to really feel our shit, because that's the only way it's going to get processed and let go. if you're someone like me whose BPD makes every feeling seem like a nightmare straight from hell, or whose alexithymia confuses you about what you're even feeling, that's okay too. again, you don't have to have all the answers. let yourself cry. let yourself lie on the floor. let yourself engage in your comfort activities. let yourself rest.
change isn't supposed to be all sunshine and rainbows. it's hard work, but it will all be worth it in the end. after every single one of my darkest times, i found myself shining brighter than i ever did previously. i don't know why we have to go through certain experiences, but it will all make sense one day. every single person on this earth has trauma, even if they may not have been abused or deal with a form of a post traumatic disorder. we're all just oversized children who are scared and need a hand to hold as they navigate life. we're human, and we're allowed to feel. we're going to get through this.
there's a reason why people say bravery is being scared while doing it anyway. change really is fucking scary, regardless of how good it may be for us. i'm going to keep saying it. hold your breath and do the thing anyway. let yourself be scared. feel that fear. make room for it and live with it. your brain loves you and is trying to protect you, even if it seems misguided. it's doing its best to be there for you, so you may as well at least humor it, right? how beautiful is it that your brain loves you enough to constantly try and protect you, regardless of the circumstance? i think it deserves love back. love those parts of you which have always loved you.
you're going to make it. you love you.
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driftingvoid-155 · 1 year ago
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Your dead like me au got me thinking and now I'm curious about Liz and Mike's relationship once they meet up again. Like, is mike (justifiably) terrified of his wire monster of a little sister? Does Liz ever realize just how much she hurt her brother? Do they ever make amends?
Also! Does mike still have a hollowed out body? Does he acknowledge it? Use it? Does Charlie and/or phone guy hide in there? Does liz!? (Later of course, if they ever address the trauma.) Does Jeremy even know about it?
I have so many thoughts and questions.
Hi!! Thank you for your questions!!! I'm so excited to answer these. Okay, gonna break it down:
Q: Liz and Mike's relationship once they meet up again? Like, is mike (justifiably) terrified of his wire monster of a little sister? Does Liz ever realize just how much she hurt her brother? Do they ever make amends?
It's strained between them at first. Mike is still nervous about what she did to him and that there might be a repeat of what she used the funtimes to do. He never really voices this outloud, but its a subconcious fear that he has and is one he feels a little guilty about feeling. Becasue that's his baby sister and he knew she wasnt thinking right, especially after learning more about ghosts and how they operate, but he still can't help but feel a baselevel fear about what she did and about what she could be capable of doing in the future.
Liz tho, is still scared. She was desperate to get out from under circus babys and once she does, she basically never stops running. She never stays in one place too long, terrified someone will find her and bring her back and she doesnt trust anyone. She hides from any humans she comes across and this makes it very hard in tracking her down once Mike and the gang try doing so.
Upon meeting again, it takes a bit for Liz to recognize him, even as the man that she killed to escape (already her memories from then are hazy and so full of emotion, its hard to focus them) but after it's explained with the help of Charlie, she feels awful about what she did, both to escape and that it was her brother she did it to, and Mike of course immediately forgives her. From there, even though they hold some hesitencies towards each other, they do try to start making amends and becoming brother and sister once again.
Liz up until this point had bascially been running on fear and emotion but once she's in the same safe place for a bit, she starts to remember a bit more and function on a more human mentality rather than a ghost one and this allows her and Mike to connect once again. She'll constantly asks him about their family and have him confirm whether or not something is real or if she remembered right. It mostly only becomes strained when it comes to their father as Liz only remembers him as the loving dad he was to them, nothing else, and has a hard time wrapping her mind around the truth of what their father really was. Something Mike's lenient with her on because under it all, the metal, murder, and being a ghost, she really is just a scared little girl that wants her family and life back and he is a brother that wants to give that to her even if is impossible to completely do so.
Q: Does mike still have a hollowed out body? Does he acknowledge it? Use it?
Yes he does! I actually just rambled a bit about Mike and how he now operates here! He doesn't necessarily 'use' the hollowness of it as he keeps it mostly stitched up (except for when he caves and munches on some popcorn and then later has to dig it out).
Does Charlie and/or phone guy hide in there? Does liz!?
Uh.. not as of right now lol. Is kind of a cool concept tho and one I might keep in the back of my mind just in case a scenario ever comes up lol (thanks for the idea!)
Does Jeremy even know about it?
Yup! Jeremy, as a vampire, is completely aware of what Mike is.
Thanks for the questions! These were fun :) Any more and you know where my ask box is!
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potterandpromises · 2 years ago
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sorry for not winning you an arcade ring: chapter 8
Mabel and Theo spend the morning together. [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7]
Also on AO3
(Picks up the morning after the last chapter.)
With a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, Mabel leaves her room in search of water.
Theo's curled up on the couch, facing inward, all too vulnerable for this building. She watches him for a beat too long.
He stirs. Her cheeks redden.
She opens the fridge and checks behind a container of leftovers for something cold, briefly considers the gut milk. 13% alcohol. It could still be a hangover cure, right? maybe? No sense chancing it, though. She's getting married tomorrow. The rehearsal is today. 48 hours from now, it'll all be over, the killer brought to justice.
(Unless something goes horribly wrong, of course.)
Mabel had sort of forgotten how last night ended: alone, fitful, embarrassing. Theo said something to her, a mystery for after the mystery is solved. The online English-to-ASL dictionary she uses has a reverse search function. She'll start there, investigate her two hunches: playful insult, or endearment.
She fills a glass of water, drinks it down, fills it again.
Behind her, Theo groans, eases himself off the couch.
They lock eyes and his unguarded neutrality turns to sheepishness. She won't ask, not today.
She sets her glass down on the counter. “Good morning," she signs.
“Good morning.”
"You can..." She gestures vaguely in the direction of the fridge and pantry.
He nods, and it's only a little awkward. She meant what she said: after tomorrow, she'll stop asking him for unreasonable favors that lead to him sleeping on her couch in his blue jeans. (But, her brain helpfully reminds her, he could have simply rode the elevator six floors down. It wouldn't have been hard. Or they could have shared; she wouldn't have minded. Unfortunately.)
She starts the coffee. Theo shuffles around her, his hair still ruffled from sleep. She's got to stop letting her gaze linger too long. Or not. Maybe she doesn't have to.
He pours himself a bowl of cereal. She sips her coffee; burnt.
“Do you ever think,” she starts tentatively, “about what it would have been like if we’d been friends as kids?”
He looks at her for a long moment, expression totally unreadable, which is rare for him. “Z-O-E would still be dead.” Her chest tightens. “I think.”
“I’m not talking about Z-O-E.”
Mabel’s wondered, more then once, if they could have been friends back then. She knew who he was, sort of, saw him trailing behind his father. Her aunt informed her of his deafness and she had not considered friendship a possibility, had almost not thought of him at all.
They’d had more in common then they could have known. Mabel and Tim solving mysteries, Theo living out a conspiracy. The Hardy Boys breaking into their neighbors’ apartments while Theo stole from the dead. Or, she realizes, he probably did know those things about her.
As a kid, as a teenager, she'd been an awful detective. She'd never imagined, even in the safety of storytelling, that something unusual and dangerous had been going on in his life.
If she had known, had figured it out or been told in some alternate life, what then? Could even just the second half of the tragedy been prevented? The truth is, if they'd gotten in each other’s way like her and Tim did, she doesn’t think she would have had the patience to either learn ASL or communicate in other ways. Maybe it takes being 29 to really know each other. That’s a cold comfort.
"I don't think we’d be here." Theo spoons cereal into his mouth, chews thoughtfully.
“We don’t know that.”
“No, we don’t.” But he gives her a long look that suggests high confidence in his guess.
Of course she would prefer a universe where Zoe did not fall and Oscar did not go to prison, either because Theo never crossed paths with any of the Hardy Boys or because he was one of them. (Somehow, she does think that would have made a difference, through the power of friendship or some such bullshit.) She would take her resurrections, Zoe and Tim, over this new relationship. But the thought carves a pit in her stomach and no one's offering a trade.
She pours herself a bowl of the same cereal Theo’s eating, and sits down across from him.
This can’t be it. This can't be almost over.
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m0cha-m0ch1 · 2 years ago
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An attempt at making a silly bbieal au
The player (you) is placed in a school house, trapped with the test subjects. WiLl yOu maKe iT oUt aLiVe??
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Some info of some characters-
The school house is where the test subjects stay- of coouurrseee :)
Test subject #004;
Baldi Baldimore (Blake)-
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He acts like regular Baldi but has a few differences like darker skin tone, he looks tired all the time, has a right mechanical arm, and a left mechanical leg, also an eye patch on the right. He seems to like to drink coffee
( He lost his eye, leg and arm after failing to capture the player as punishment. Also placed a tracker on him, and a shock collar just in case if he ever tries to escape or misbehave. ) >:[
He also has a craving for human flesh, seems like the little test worked. Whenever the player gets injured, he can smell the blood from the other side of the school house making it impossible to get away from #004, there is a way to make him snap out of his cannibalistic state; by spraying him with the B-soda, seems to work. I have placed 4 first aid kits around the school house for the player to find, though it'll be impossible to find them without running into the other test subjects.
After the player finds the correct key, #004 will enter an aggressive state chasing the player. B-Soda will not make him snap out of it, but it will slow him down for a few seconds.
Test subject #005;
The Principal of the thing (Chris)-
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Like the same as #004 he acts like the regular Principal, also having a few differences. Lighter skin tone, longer hair which is always in a low ponytail, glasses and has baby blue pupils in his eyes. His eyes are black because of a slight malfunction in the lab, though #005 seems to function perfectly fine though he's kinda blind.
(He does his job pretty well, always catching the player whenever they break the rules. Very determined to catch them, he'll never stop following them until he's caught the player. Very impressive )
con is whenever he loses his glasses it makes his job way more harder. His eyes also seem to drip a black liquid substance whenever he's Angry, overwhelmed, or sad.
Test subject #006;
Playtime ( Sarah )-
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Also acts like normal playtime, has fluffy hair that are in two pigtails. She has no pupils but can see perfectly fine, very energetic. Though she has a short attention span, she stops chasing the player after losing sight of them. She seems to have grown attached to test subject #004.
Test subject #007;
It's a bully ( Owen )-
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He does a pretty good job at blocking the player's path, only moving once the player gives up an item. Test subject #007 seems to like bothering test subject #004. (I have to keep an eye on them, don't want any of them killing each other.)
Test subject #001
Null ( . . . )-
[ Redacted ]
Robot helper;
First Prize-
A robot I've built for fun, nothing much to say.. it does head towards the player at full speed once spotted.
Test subject #008
Arts and crafts-
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An entity that chooses to hide itself with a.. sock?- It's docile but will become aggressive if stared at for too long, it will not harm the player though it'll surround them while letting out a loud and deafening static like screech alerting Test subject #004 (Baldi)
The player ( Y/N )-
After entering the school house, there's no going back. If they want to leave they'll have to find the correct key for the exit, there are seven keys scattered throughout the school house. Once finding the correct key, they'll have to run as quick as they could before #004 can catch them. If they don't make it out, they'll be ripped apart by test subject #004.
Note: Still working on the ref sheets for the others. Make sure to check back here daily for any updates.
Useful items:
B-Soda -
It works on most of the test subjects, except for #007.
Scissors-
Can be used on #006, though it'll make her upset. But she'll completely forget about it after 10 seconds.
The mixtape-
Using it will make it hard for #004 to find the player, it only lasts for 20 seconds.
First-aid kit-
If injured (accidentally) by first prize or Arts and crafts, use the first aid kit.
This is a WIP.. more will be added soon
The guy who runs the school house
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kittleskittle · 3 years ago
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So I wanted to go over Aloy's conversation with Nil in HFW, specifically the end of it, in a little more detail, because what it says is pretty damn interesting for how things could shake out moving forward.
If you've done even the slightest analysis of Nil's lines, you know that pretty much everything Nil says has a double meaning. Usually, it's something sexually charged, but this isn't as much the case here!
I'm going to break this down line by line with helpful pictures. My comments/analysis are bolded.
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Aloy: I'm glad you found your thing, Nil. Relieved, actually...I think.
(Hey, he's not trying to die or put himself in extra dangerous situations anymore! And she's relieved, how sweet.)
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Nil: Don't worry. Nothing will ever quite replace our partnership.
(Nil is reassuring Aloy that just because he's doing something different right now doesn't mean that he doesn't value their partnership and won't come to her aid if necessary.)
Aloy: I wasn't worried.
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Nil: You know...you could always join us. Live without the restraints of whatever narrow path you've carved out for yourself these days.
(Ah, the Join Me trope - it's often romantic and in this case it DEFINITELY is. As he does in in HZD, Nil sees that Aloy is struggling and offers her freedom from her burdens, despite knowing that she'll reject the offer as seen below. It's the thought that counts, right? Interestingly enough, this kind of parallels Aloy's offer for him the fight the Eclipse with her in HZD.)
Aloy: Thank you for the offer. But I think I'm good.
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Nil: As expected. But you can always find me on the track if you need a release. And I promise to never go easy on you.
(Beyond the obvious double meaning of "release" here, one of Nil's functions as a character is to constantly challenge Aloy and keep her on her toes, and this doesn't just mean in battle and in racing. He also forces her to question the nature of morality, especially her own in terms of killing - what's justified, what's righteous, and do the ends justify the means if the cost is your soul? This was even more muddied for Aloy during HFW, and Nil is not going to stop doing this, ever.)
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Aloy: I know that's supposed to mean something...nice? So, um...thanks.
(The thumbs up is funny, but Aloy gets extremely awkward here for a reason - Nil has once again cut to the heart of her issues in remarkably little time, and he sees her in a way that no one else really does. Aloy, who can barely stand to even let a guy like Varl in, is uncomfortable with this. Oh, the horror of being Known.)
(Haxx interrupts, asks Aloy to join them)
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Nil: I'll leave you to it. See you when you feel the need, Aloy.
(This definitely isn't the last we've seen of Nil. When Aloy has need of him, he'll come to her. Think for a moment how Nil has been set up in HFW: he's been defanged as a character - getting joy from racing rather than killing - and he's been given a very unique skill set in the form of mounted combat that no other character beyond Aloy matches him at. He has real war experience which will come in handy fighting Nemesis, and he's even been leading a squad. Using Nil for the final fight, perhaps as a calvary commander, is a no-brainer.)
Anyway, I hope you've enjoyed this little analysis! More to come...probably.
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pre1ude · 2 years ago
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@sunrisemuses , sent 👫 for four headcanons about our muses' relationship (for Molly because.. adorable)
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I'm truly just using these hc posts to plot out possible meeting points because I hate introductory scenes, so don't mind me doing it again here lmao. I just think these two are deserving of an unhinged first impression of each other. Absolutely batshit. Just throw all logic out the window. Dean and Danny were so well-plotted, Dean's his 'mission', it all makes perfect narrative sense. I want none of that for Molly and Dan. Let them meet in the middle of breaking into the lab. In the middle of battle. While chasing down the same beast. Snooping around the same place. Using their powers at the same time. Anything, literally anything questionable and legally dubious. I am firmly of the belief that no matter that they never met as kids, they're the exact same manner of fucked up on a fundamental level and their brains just function on some 'i am a human experiment' wavelength that DEMANDS their first interaction be them spiderman pointing at each other. "What the fuck" "No YOU what the fuck!" and nothing less.
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Danny would have... a few hangups about experiencing Molly's abilities. Completely unrelated to her as a person and the level of trust he has in her at any time, although initially it's worse because he's his usual brand of cautious of course, that's just a him thing. Specfically though, he's cagey about psychic powers that breach the mind and affect the senses, for the fact alone that having his reality altered is something he could go without experiencing. That said, he does bite the bullet at some point. He'd have probably indulged her with a few of his sound tricks and would have asked what she can do, so he's prepared. Suffice to say, he learns to adore the small, funky washes of psychedelic color and fantasy Molly can paint for him. She's a walking talking acid trip and once he grows comfortable with her power, he also grows a fondness for experiencing the world a little bit brighter. If she'll indulge him, of course. He's not as brave about her time-altering abilities though. Not very keen on suffering that sort of maddening confusion.
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Daniel would kill for Molly without question. Listen. Yes, he maintains a certain level of decorum and self-control when it comes to violence at all times, Molly's violence included. Vengeance is one thing, carelessness is another; personal safety comes first. They can't leave a trail of viscera after themselves. However. So much of what they've both gone through is steeped in helplessness, lack of agency and suffering abuse since childhood that at this point achieving safety starts to overwhelmingly overlap with a clean-out revenge. Not until every single wretched creature who's ever participated in that experiment is dead and buried could they ever take a deep breath and stop looking over their shoulder. Daniel understands this. This is where he becomes ruthless, regardless of the circumstances. And no, some of these people he's never met nor been harmed by. But Molly has, and that speaks of their intentions more than enough. This is kinhood at the highest degree, you hurt, I hurt. It's mostly his dogged, ride or die royalty at play here, Molly ends up meaning the world to him, but a small part of it, he hates to admit, is a purely selfish need to get back at men and women like Patricia. To substitute her with another and fulfill a revenge fantasy he could never exact on his very own mother.
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This has been on my mind for a while: Them sharing a tiny apartment as roommates is the sitcom dream we deserve. Hear me out. This is purely self indulgent since they have wildly different dispositions, Danny isn't very adventurous for example and I know Molly wants to explore, perhaps even travel, so it may not be a long-term arrangement, but I also can't envision him being able to bear just... parting with her?? So, naturally, imagine, if you will, the two most dysfunctional, superpowered young adults living together in a 10 by 7 one bed, one pullout, with an energetic dog, the creakiest pipes ever and no microwave because Danny put foil in there as first manner of business like the rich, clueless dumbdumb he is. The most disastrous situation you could ever fathom, they can't even boil water between the two of them, money's tight after Daniel disowns his mother (so, makes even more sense to share rent), they manage to start beef with the neighbours two weeks in and get banned from two out of three local convenience stores. Unbridled chaos, I tell you. On the plus side, no need to worry about burglars or thieves. They're a household which consists of essentially the two most dangerous creatures in town, so I'm sure whoever fucks around WILL find out.
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Daniel's dog ditches him so goddamn fast every time Molly's around. Don't get Bentley wrong, Dan is his person, his rotten soldier, his sweet cheese, he would wipe the earth clean from the scourge of squirrels for him if he were only allowed to indulge his hubris off-leash, but god, dad is a downright stick in the mud. Strict and no fun. Molly is the opposite. So she gets rewarded with a lap full of hyperactive cocker spaniel and so many slobbery balls dropped at her feet. The love is real. He lays on her shoes every time she's got to go. Lovingly shares all the dirt he's just rolled around in. Engages in sad puppydog eyes warfare whenever she's eating. Just pure, unadulterated, slightly gross love.
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iviarellereads · 2 years ago
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Nona the Ninth, Chapter 16
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(Castle tower icon)(1) In which uhhh was that who we thought it was? Yes... and no. Oh, did you mean the other one? A very good question.
Nona woke startled, right before the door crashed open. Honesty shouts that the zombies are back, that's what the broadcast is about. The Angel says Honesty shouldn't swear, but Honesty says he's going to drop out of school and join up now that war's a-coming. He asks Hot Sauce what they'll do, and she says, "Wait and see".
As Honesty is describing the situation outside, with the militia getting out their old uniforms and an old lady wailing that they'd be lined up and shot, Born in the Morning and Beautiful Ruby arrive, and argue about what the broadcast will be for. Nona breaks them up as a physical fight starts, and the Angel asks them to all sit on the mats.
She asks them not to go to the screening unless their families go with them, as it won't be a place for kids. Tempers will run hot, people will get impulsive, and there could be real danger. Honesty, Beautiful Ruby, Born in the Morning, and Hot Sauce all promise not to go. The Angel doesn't specifically ask Nona, who's troubled because she sees that Hot Sauce crossed her fingers when she said she wouldn't go.
The Angel says the main teacher went home to check on her parents, so perhaps they should cancel school for the evening and do something fun together. She suggests they draw for a while. Most of them draw Noodle, but Nona draws some ideas of what animals should look like instead.(2)
Eventually, Nona asks what time it is, and realizes Cam is four hours late. Cam's never been late for anything in Nona's whole life. The Angel notices some emotion on Nona's face, and asks her to take Noodle outside for bodily functions. Hot Sauce volunteers to go with her.
Nona admits to Hot Sauce that she's worried Cam hasn't come for her, and Hot Sauce offers for Nona to stay at her place if Cam doesn't come at all. Nona asks why Hot Sauce crossed her fingers when the Angel asked them not to go. Hot Sauce says she didn't want to lie, in case it turned into a lie and she went anyway.
“You always do what the Angel says.” “Wrong. I always keep my promises to the Angel. This time I didn’t promise.” Nona thought of Palamedes, and said: “That’s not really the spirit of the law, even if it is the letter.” “What’s that mean?” “It means that even if technically you’re not breaking the rule you sort of are anyway, in your heart.” “So?” Nona had no idea how to counter So? 
Hot Sauce scouts the yard where Nona brings Noodle, and says they have to take care of the Angel more than ever, now, with war coming. Noodle does his business, and Hot Sauce says the broadcast will be starting soon. Nona says the Angel won't know where they went. Hot Sauce suggests leaving a note with Noodle. Nona can't write, but Hot Sauce can… well enough. Nona worries the Angel won't trust them if they go like this, but Hot Sauce says that's fine… but she'll go alone if she has to. Nona says it's her job as a teacher's assistant to look after the students. They tuck the note into Noodle's collar, leave him inside, and run.
It was all Nona could do to cling to her, her heart beating fast, regretting all of the decisions that had led her to that moment. Then she told herself sternly, Stop it! If she was going to do it, she thought, she might as well do it. She had some vague notion that when you committed to a thing you had to do it all the way. Who had said that to her? Who had taught her that? Once you’ve stepped in, said the voice in the back of her head, you’re in. This isn’t the Hokey Pokey. She had remembered something—she had finally remembered something!(3) Only she didn’t have anyone to tell.
A few streets down, they join a crowd moving somewhere. Hot Sauce changes her whole physicality when they do, and Nona tries to mimic her, to stand out less. Eventually they get into the viewing area, and Hot Sauce and Nona climb a traffic light pole to sit on the crossbars, up out of the crowd's reach and with a better view of the screen.
Nona wonders if her family is in this crowd. But, looking at so many people makes her feel a little sick,(4) so she watches the screen unfold instead. Eventually, it's all unfolded and clipped in place, and the screen ripples to life, a little late, and a disembodied voice picks up mid-sentence, talking about facilitating local elections and population-wide penalties for past acts if anyone violates the conditions of the agreement. Nona can't understand it, especially without a person to look at to help interpret.
Eventually the voice says that they've fixed the equipment, and should have screen capability.
The hexagons writhed in agony, then resolved into a picture—what she was looking at, Nona could for a moment not tell. [...] The camera swung back and forth a few times, which made Nona nauseous—there were brief flashes of boots and legs: of whites so white they looked yellow except where they were splotched with reds so red they looked orange, a multihued melange of faces and walls—before it settled on a desk. Seated at the desk, looking mildly annoyed but perhaps like that was their normal expression, a person came into focus.
They look spotless and crisply dressed, "frighteningly pale" with "hair alarmingly perfect in shape and form", like it's been sculpted rather than grown.(5) They look bored, but their body language shows more interest in goings-on.
But their huge, screen-magnified eyes were quite pretty, Nona decided: blue, with brown bits.(6) She had never seen eyes like that before.
The person gives an outline of the Emperor's conditions for the agreement, which amounts to, "stand down and surrender ALL House citizens back to us, dismantle the Blood of Eden, and here's a short amnesty period for any House personnel who previously abandoned their posts to return to us". Then they pause, quirking their eyebrows impatiently at something behind the camera.
“For those of you not privy to the beginning of the broadcast,” it drawled, “I will inform you, again, that the Emperor cares deeply for New Rho—that he has no desire to see the end that, I can assure you firsthand, has come for the rebels of Ur. He wants to see resettlement and supply begin afresh … and believe me, the current—disturbance—in the planet’s atmosphere is no barrier to the graces or the punishments that the Nine Houses can distribute. I say this with all the authority invested in me as Prince Ianthe Naberius(7) the First, the Lyctor Prince, the Saint of Awe.”
The crowd whispers the word back and forth… Lyctor. Prince Ianthe Naberius says that's not all, and makes a facial expression Nona's never seen before and can't quite understand before it's gone. They crook a finger, and the camera pulls back to reveal someone else sitting at the same desk.
Someone in the same crisp uniform as their counterpart, their skin having the same odd waxy quality(8) though it looks like it should have a similar tone to Nona's if something weren't wrong with it. Their face holds no expression, "with about as much animation as the portrait in We Suffer's office."(9)
 The only alive thing about this second person was their hair, neatly arrayed with a wreath of fingerbones and white, springlike blossoms: wildly red hair, red enough to make the electric hexagons struggle with it. It was the face of the girl in her dream. And their eyes— After that first, astonishing moment, Nona stared without seeing in a wild paralysis of recognition. She was trembling. The face on the screen was the face of the girl in her dream; it was the picture of the face that Camilla and Palamedes had drawn for her; but so much more serious, so lifeless, so slack, like the girl was sleeping with her eyes open, that for a moment she thought she must be mistaken. Yet there she was—it was her, the girl in her dream. For a moment Nona panicked, convinced that somehow the broadcast could see her too, that the girl was looking at her. But she had imagined it. Broadcasts didn’t work that way. “The Emperor has sent no intermediary to vouchsafe you,” the first person said. Nona could barely hear for looking. “All these promises are made by no lowlier personages than myself and Her Most Serene Highness, Crown Prince Kiriona Gaia, heir to the First House, the Emperor’s only daughter.”(10) Nobody said anything. Prince Ianthe Naberius continued, “The Emperor Undying has sent nothing less than his own Tower Princes, as gracious tokens of his extreme love and concern … his unimpeachable authority.”
Kiriona's mouth moves incredibly subtly, at "love" and "concern", though Nona can't tell if it's repression of an urge to smile or erupt in anger, or both. But shortly, Ianthe Naberius demands the camera zoom back in on them, and says they will appear again in exactly 24 hours with new instructions, which will depend on how the people behave in that time.
“Hail to the Emperor Undying, to his Nine Houses, and also to you, his respected pactmates, beneficiaries, and allies.” There was a pause. In quite a different voice the person said, “That’ll fix their little red wagons.(11) Is this still on…?”
Then the broadcast goes dead, leaving the street very dark, as the sun went down while it aired. The militia start telling everyone to disperse. The crowd yells different things, like how the Houses are lying, Ur is winning. Then the militia start playing a siren, so Nona can't hear anyone anymore for a bit.
As the crowd starts shifting, Nona asks Hot Sauce what they do now. Hot Sauce, her pupils reduced to pinpricks,(12) says they weren't real people, and can say little else. Hot Sauce isn't used to fear. Nona guides her through some deep breathing, knowing she sounds like Cam. Then Nona wriggles back down the pole, her experience as a "worm with problems" when she's getting dressed coming in handy, and encourages Hot Sauce to follow her.
Nona guides Hot Sauce back the way they came, then changes direction on a feeling. Eventually, they hear a gunshot, and Hot Sauce seems to find herself again and pulls Nona down an alleyway. They hear their names being called, and the truck saw the Angel arrive at school in stops to let them in.
The Angel asks if they're ok, and says they deserve to be pancakes, sneaking off like that. She's been circling the school building for half an hour, waiting for them to come back. The others are safely brought to their homes. The Angel tells the unseen driver not to use certain routes, and the driver asks who's driving the car.
The Angel offers to drive Hot Sauce to a shelter, but she insists on no shelters. The Angel will let her sleep in a place of hers that she won't be using. The driver protests, but the Angel moves on to ask Nona where she lives. When Nona says the building, the driver tries to crane their neck to look at her, and the Angel does so easily and asks if she's sure. Nona insists, and the Angel says, they'll go there first. The Angel gets concerned about Nona being injured, but Nona insists, the blood can't be hers, she's fine.
The driver and the Angel argue over the relative merits of the Angel's ways of spending her time, on the way. Hot Sauce says they love her.
The driver said, to the Angel and not Hot Sauce, “Now I see. Chance to be her, huh? A little independent living for once?” “It is my enormous privilege to be they.(13) Just drive,” said the Angel crisply. “I don’t pay you for your opinions.”
Nona would enjoy the drive if she weren't carsick and homesick.
Around twenty-six highly unusual bad things had happened to her today, and she had assumed she only had room for six unusual bad things before she had a tantrum; it must mean she was growing up.
Driving is brutal, and they often have to go up onto the curb and through potholes, making Nona shriek. But, eventually, she recognizes her road, and her building, and her eyes well up at the thought of home after such a terrible day. She doesn't even question that the Angel's vehicle is allowed in the gate.(14)
The Angel asks if Nona can make it home from here, and Nona affirms. The Angel says school will be in session tomorrow, and asks if Nona will be there. The driver argues the point a little, but not too hard. Nona asks if she's in trouble, but the Angel pats her head, and she knows she's not. Hot Sauce admits it was her idea, and the Angel knows, and says the school will be open and safe.
Nona thanks the Angel and says she loves her, as she gets out of the truck and darts into the building, despite the people loitering and smoking. She's embarrassed at having blurted it, but she really does love the Angel, especially after today. She takes the stairs because the elevator gets stuck a lot, but she has to stop and wait when her legs get too stiff to move anymore. Still, eventually she gets to the thirty-third floor, and getting the spare key and entering the number lock code take all she has left. She wails that she's home and they don't have to worry.
Cam rises from the table, from a newspaper torn into tiny, beautifully even strips, a labour of anxiety. Nona runs to Cam, and they embrace, Cam squishing Nona so hard it actually hurts. Nona asks where Pyrrha is.
Camilla’s arms went slack so Nona could pull back a little way. She looked up at the door, as though she expected to see something there and had just realised she hadn’t; she looked down at Nona. When she looked at Nona again her face was horrible. “Nona,” she said, “Pyrrha went to pick you up from school before lunch. I thought she was with you.”(15)
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(1) I hesitate to call it this on the one hand… but Ianthe Naberius does call them the Tower Princes, and there are only so many things that icon could be or mean. Only, does this tower have anything to do with the John chapters' number-letter message? (2) I wonder what Nona thinks animals ought to look like. (3) Has she? We never saw anyone adjacent to Gideon or Harrow say "hokey pokey" in any context. (I keyword searched it to double check.) (4) I imagine this is a sensory overload thing. She can't help but interpret people's body language when she looks at them, and trying to do it for so many people might overextend whatever access to brain cells that she has. (5) Remember how many references to Babs's absurd hair there were in Gideon? (6) Ianthe finally got the merge right on Babs, huh? Brown-flecked blue were his eyes, and Nona doesn't describe any violet here, but Ianthe's obviously the one puppeting here. (7) So, a lot of people got VERY confused here, but what this comes down to is that Ianthe acquired the corpse of her dead cav, and is apparently projecting into it from a distance, which saves her from the Resurrection Beast aura of Varun. That's why this is a man-shaped figure, and why Ianthe Naberius. (8) Interesting how often corpse skin is described as looking waxy in this series, don't you think? I mean, I can't think of many better descriptors myself. (9) Funny that Nona compares Gideon to Wake in this moment. Only, why is Gideon so stiff, so still, so… dead, but obviously not? We last saw her in Harrow's body, and we last saw her body in the BOE's possession. What happened in between? I have a theory but there's not enough evidence yet to tell you what it is or why or how I think it happened. Still, this explains why we didn't see anyone talking about Gideon's body here. (10) Kiriona is how the Maori alphabet would accommodate "Gideon" in its own sounds. John's reassigning names again, is he? And Gaia, feminine of Gaius. (11) The only "little red wagon" I know of is the classic radio flyer kids' wagon, and I have no idea why it would be referenced here. I can find no references in web search to why it might be here. Input very welcome! (12) Fear. (13) To whom are they referring? Why the pronoun italics? (14) The Building is such a sort of ambiguous nature of a building, but given all we know of it so far, why would it be surprising for the Angel (or perhaps her driver) to be allowed access? Or, from another angle, who are they that they are allowed access? (15) So, did something happen to Pyrrha, or did she lie about getting Nona?
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straykits · 3 years ago
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[ tbd: a snippet / han jisung ]
as the 'title' suggests, the fate of this wip is yet to be decided, but this is the majority of the intro that i've left untouched for... three months. i really want to share it though bc i really like it lol so here it is, i hope you enjoy it, even though there is absolutely no substantial... thing to it yet HAHA note: this will not be in my masterlist, just because... idk it just makes sense not to put it on my mlist HAHA wc: 319 warnings: none, i dont think.
If his life was some romantic fantasy young-adult novel, then this would be the bit where Jisung falls down a hill in a forest, landing somewhere near the banks of a lake or pond, where a waterfall gushed crystal clear water, and where, her back to him, a pretty fairy or elf bathed. He'd then hold his breath because shit this is the first time he's seen a girl naked, before he accidentally snaps a twig and she discovers him. Of course, she would most likely attack him, take him back to the palace, interrogate him because she's so sure that he's trying to infiltrate her kingdom... but then (as romance stories go) she'll find out he's telling the truth about everything being an accident, and she falls in love with him and he lives a happy life, in and out of the human and the fantasy world.
The idea amused him until Jisung actually fell.
He didn't think he'd ever stop rolling. He was in too much shock to scream. Instead, he tried to draw his arms and legs in, hoping for the love of all the gods in the world that he wouldn't collide into a rock and break his head open. He wasn't sure why he wasn't panicking as much as he thought he'd be. Maybe it was all the dirt and leaves stuck on and in his mouth that prevented him from vocalising.
Eventually, the world seems to even itself out and Jisung lets out a groan. His body hurt. It hurt more than it normally did after a school sports carnival. He forces his eyes open, hand raising (functioning limbs: check) to block the blinding afternoon sunlight (functioing vision: check). He could feel the grazes on his arms start to sting as a breeze passes him by, but he was alive, and that was all that really mattered.
And then, he hears a voice.
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im-frickin-trying-okay · 4 years ago
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Random BNHA Headcanons
(This is my first time doing this 😭)
Summary: A bunch of random BNHA headcanons. So, basically the title. The only reason I’m adding a read more is because I want it to be easier to navigate my page, lol
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Bakugo is oddly nice when he first wakes up, but he's not exactly a morning person. He's less "I hate the world, why am I awake???" And more like "I'm extremely comfortable and the only thing that can ruin my mood is becoming less comfortable." He likes hovering between awake and asleep, y'know? Which is why if he's sleepy, his guard drops. When leaving the dorms, if he hasn't fully woken up, he goes from "outta my way, shitty-hair," to "mornin' Eijirou," and by the time he's actually aware of what he said, Kiri's already freaking out. If he's in bed all day for any reason other than being sick, he's probably soft for at least a few hours.
Kaminari's the type to wake up at 2 AM with an idea, go to jot it down, and then realize that he wrote a ten chapter book and now he's late for class. He'll probably put it into a google doc or something, so he can continue to add onto it throughout the day. I also feel like he probably will also randomly get a question and then spend hours researching it and any surrounding topics, before rambling to Kiri about "bro, if I went to the beach, I could make a bunch of glass! Probably! Maybe!" And then have to try and convince his friends that he can just make windows if anyone needs them.
Sero had added moves to his skill set, and practiced particular actions, with the sole intention of mimicking Spiderman. When Kirishima questions him on it, he compares Spiderman to Crimson Riot. They have a conversation that's essentially fanboying, both of them saying "we are not bringing All Might into this," and then more fanboying.
Jirou has an extremely eclectic music taste. If you can name a song, she probably knows it. She can memorize full melodies and all the lyrics within two or three listens, because she's just that good. Some people call her the human Shazam, because if you play the first five seconds of a song she likes, she'll immediately know what it is. She's also called out artists if they made a clear rip-off of a much better song. Her music taste is all over the place, which therefore makes it superior. However. This does not stop her from listening to the same six songs on repeat for a week. The six change a lot, though.
Koda has trouble with bugs, especially big ones. They scare him. But he has pretty much no issues with tigers, lions, horses, or even wolves. He loves animals, he really does. If you just showed up at his doorstep and shoved a bear cub in his arms, he wouldn't really question it, because he'd be happy to have a cute animal to play with.
Todoroki believes himself to be the opposite of moody. His definition of moody is switching emotions for no reason. He, personally, doesn't feel any emotion until something happens that day, be it a thought or an event, and his emotions stay fixed like that until something else happens. He could be having a great day, and then suddenly, it's a horrible day, and he can't figure out how people just "get over it." He does, however, find that unless something REALLY bad or REALLY good happens, his brain does a little emotional reset when he goes to sleep. Like, go to sleep feeling down, wake up feeling kinda meh.
Kirishima has considered re-dying his hair. Come on, hot pink is so manly! How could he not consider it? But he eventually resigns himself, because red just is his color now. Also, I feel like once, before dorms, he was really out of it, so he went to class with his hair down, and this was the first time anyone had seen him like that, and everyone was just confused as hell. Especially Bakugo. "Your hair's less shitty today. What the fuck."
Uraraka takes part in stupid bets all the time. Partially for the fun, and partially for the profit. She once floated Bakugo to the ceiling for 26 minutes before she had to put him down, because Kiri said that if she survived, he'd give her a dollar per minute. She ended up having to go to the recovery girl's office, but at least she got her money.
Mina is one of the few people who can understand and keep up with Deku's mumbling. This is not because she specifically tries to, (like Uraraka) or because she's known him long enough, (like Bakugo.) She's just used to gossipping with Hagakure at 4 AM, and therefore can understand high-speed low-volume speech. She's called him out on things before, but only when she's interested. She completely tunes out things about All Might and heroes and whatnot, but if he ever has anything to say about his classmates, specifically about Uraraka, Todoroki, and Bakugo, (because she, Hagakure, and Denki placed bets,) she hears every word.
Iida secretly loves to break the rules. He acts strict in front of anyone who he respects, or wants respect from, but after he thinks everyone's asleep, he relaxes, doing things that he considers rule-breaking without any remorse. Denki heard someone walking around outside while on one of his late-night internet searches. After finally willing himself to break away from an article about pandas, he popped his head out of the door to find Iida sneaking around. After some silent observation, Denki realized that not only did Iida just get back from breaking curfew, but he casually stole Hot Cheetos from Bakugo's room on the way back to his dorm. He said nothing the next day, at least not directly, but he sorta shoved Sero and Iida in the same room so that they could be bad influences on each other.
Despite it being a major part of her quirk, Hagakure almost never feels invisible. She has a lot of friends to talk to, she can wear cool outfits to stand out, and she is always talking. The only time she's not talking is during stealth training, and when she's using said stealth training to spy on people.
Tsu's little "ribbit" thing is actually just for fun. It feels right to do it, so she does it. Nothing wrong with that. However, pretty much everyone else assumed it was a part of her quirk. It took an insane amount of convincing to get that idea out of their heads. Deku was proud to be one of the few who never actually associated it with her quirk. He could prove it if he wanted to, actually, but that would require showing someone his notebook, which would open a whole other can of worms.
Oh yeah, speaking of Deku's notebook, he has multiple. Six to be exact. One is on his fellow classmates, one is on most pros, one is on the LOV, one is specifically on All Might, one is on his own quirk development, and the last one is a narrative of what's happening in his life, which is why he's constantly thinking as if he's telling a story. He mentally narrates everything that happens in his life, although he sometimes wonders if he's dramatizing things because of that. His internal monologue is constantly running its mouth, and sometimes he ends up speaking over it.
Tokoyami really likes plague doctors. He just does. He wants a plague doctor mask so he can walk around with less judgement, or maybe more, who knows? He just loved the concept. He claims that they're just really cool, which most people agree with, but he's never told any of them that he likes them because he saw a plague doctor mask for the first time at the age of six, and immediately thought bird man.
Sato likes baking, but he can't cook normally to save his life. Well, he can, but he can't. He hasn't burned water, and he knows how to do the very basics, but he can't function without a recipe, not to mention the fact that he's googled how to saute mushrooms three times and still doesn't get it. Baking comes pretty naturally. Exact measurements, precise times and temperatures. Cooking does not. Eyeballing ingredient amounts, guessing if the flame is high enough, trying to figure out how often 'stir occasionally' is. He actually once asked Bakugo if he had advice, to which he responded, "Why the hell are you asking me?!"
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doyelikehaggis · 5 years ago
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Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Carenzo | Caroline Forbes x Enzo St. John (The Vampire Diaries)
"Thinking of jumping down and trying to walk across it?" Enzo asks from Caroline's right, sitting beside her on the stairwell. His tone is light, joking, one that she hadn't quite realized she'd missed all these months they've spent apart. 
She sniffs, sucking in a deep breath that only makes her chest hurt, and lifts her head up. She keeps her eyes straight ahead, staring at the buildings stretching out in front of her as far as she can see before the snow makes it impossible. 
"The thought crossed my mind," she admits, cracking a slight smile. "With vamp speed, we could probably get to the airport just in time. Compel a pilot if the flight's cancelled." She looks at him, blinking once or twice to see him better as she pulls a teasing look, nudging his shoulder. "Or we could just get you to fly it, Captain Lorenzo."
Enzo chuckles at the emphasis she puts on his name. It eases a little bit of the twisting in her stomach, her smile a little more genuine as she watches him duck his head for a moment.
"I actually didn't go by my right name back then," he tells her, and she raises her eyebrows, but he shakes it off. His eyes and his smile turns sad as he gazes at her. "I'm sorry about all of this, Caroline. I know you wanted to be on that flight."
She did. She needed to be on it. Lizzie and Josie are counting on her. Were counting on her, and now she's probably going to have to let them down. Again. She had told herself she would be there, especially after everything that's happened with them lately. 
"It just wasn't supposed to be like this," she says, shaking her head. "I was only supposed to be gone a few months. I wasn't—wasn't supposed to miss Christmas, or their birthday, or—"
She clamps her mouth shut, her throat aching like it's made of sandpaper.
"I just wanted to be there."
There are only so many holidays she's going to get with them. Even without the merge, she was always going to outlive them, and she's hated the thought since the day they were born. But it's so much worse now. 
"They have six years left," she says quietly, her voice shaking and her chin wobbling. "And I am running out of options. I just—I just wanted to be there, you know? For one day, at least. To see their faces light up. To watch them just be happy, without having to worry about any of this, to just—to just be there with them, as a family, and I—I just wish I had my mom because I am so lost and I don't know what I'm supposed to do."
She breaks down completely, sobs racking her body in a matter of seconds. Enzo's quick to pull her in, his arms wrapping around her as she closes her eyes against the tears and all of it. It's too much, too overwhelming. Everything hurts too much and she hates it, and why does this keep happening? Why can't something just go the way it was supposed to, why can't she be allowed to be happy?
"It's alright," Enzo murmurs into her hair, one hand stroking her back, her face buried in his chest and hands clinging to him. His voice cracks ever so slightly, and he tries to clear it. "Let it all out, sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere."
She can't begin to express how much relief the last part brings her, even if it fills her with so much dread as well. Everyone who promises they aren't leaving her finds a way in the end. Even the immortal ones. She just hugs him tighter, letting herself believe it for this one moment, because she needs this. She needs him.
They just sit there. She doesn't know for how long, but Enzo never once stops talking to her, his voice soft and soothing. Slowly, the bubbling of pain and guilt and too many other things that are tearing her apart from the inside starts to ease until it's a gentle simmering. Her sobs turn to sniffles, the tears eventually dry, the shaking in her body turns to shivers. 
Enzo pauses, and she can't see him but she can feel his chin move from her head and assumes he's looking at her. "Cold?" he asks her with concern in his voice.
Caroline huffs out a soft laugh that holds the smallest fragment of humour. "Freezing. So much for vampires being immune to everything."
Enzo chuckles along with her, one of his hands moving to her arm, rubbing through her thin coat. She curls in closer to him.
"We still function as humans," he reminds her. "Even we're not immune to frostbite. Immune to dying from it, yes, but getting all of the symptoms of it where our hands go numb and can't move? Unfortunately, no. Probably not the best idea to be sitting outside in the coldest weather of the century."
Caroline hums her agreement. Her throat is still aching, rubbing raw every time she talks. 
"Here."
She feels Enzo move again and pulls back slightly to look at him. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion as he produces a scarf seemingly out of nowhere.
"When you came up here, I was going to follow you but figured you'd end up on the balcony in our room," he explains as he winds it around her neck, adjusting it to wrap it around and back down. "But then I remembered the key, and I saw the door coming out here open. You've always had a thing for being outside when you're upset."
Despite all of the crumbled, broken pieces inside of her, she smiles a little. He pauses, checking to make sure the scarf looks okay. She just gazes at him as he gently moves a few strands of her hair until he pulls his hand back. Alarm rises in her as he begins slipping his arm out of his own jacket.
"What are you doing?" she asks him as he takes it off. 
"You need it more than I do," he simply says. 
Caroline starts to protest, but he's already wrapping it around her shoulders, seemingly unfazed that he's now sitting in the middle of a snowstorm in nothing thicker than a flimsy long-sleeved t-shirt. 
"But you just said—"
"Darling, I meant you're not immune to the cold," he cuts her off, shaking his head. He has a faint smile as he adjusts the jacket, pulling it closed around her. "I've endured much worse than a chill. Trust me, I'm perfectly fine. I can barely feel it anymore."
Caroline's heart sinks. It always does when she knows he's referencing his past in Augustine but trying to veer around actually saying it. She watches his face as he continues playing with the jacket, and then the scarf, making sure they're both just right enough to keep her warm. 
"I'm glad you're here," she tells him softly, making his hand falter and his eyes move back up to hers. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You would get through this," he says, completely serious and sincere. His hand is still hovering next to her, a few strands of hair between his fingers. "You would be upset, but you would pull yourself together, and you would find a way to get on that plane. Even if it meant you had to march right through this snow and demand that the plane takes off otherwise you'll fly it yourself if you have to."
Caroline can't help but laugh softly at his exaggerated tone, his intentions clearly to make her do just that as his eyes sparkle with a flicker of happiness. She knows he's right, of course. It would feel so much harder if she was here all alone, stranded with little hope of getting home, but she wouldn't stop trying to find a way to make it happen.
She sighs, wiping her eyes, feeling the dried tracks on her cheeks. "Well, it's a good thing you're here then, because putting me in control of a plane definitely wouldn't get us home."
"Nonsense," Enzo says, grinning, wrapping an arm back around her shoulders. "You'd make a damn good pilot. With some supervision."
"Oh, high praise from an ex-captain," she jokes, then pauses. "It is ex-captain, right?"
Enzo nods. "Yes. That whole part of my life is in the past."
Caroline just nods back as he shifts to lean against the wall behind him, pulling her closer. She settles against his side, tucked under his arm, her head on his shoulder. There's no hope of the snow stopping any time soon, and by the looks of it, they don't have much of a reason to be in any rush anymore. 
A beat passes, silence falling over them like the snow blankets the ground. She listens to the beating of his heart as her own finally slows back to an even pace, the anger and frustration and guilt seeping out of her, leaving her nothing but exhausted. 
"Can I at least ask what your alias was?" she asks softly, her curiosity poking at her as she looks up at him with a slight raise of her eyebrows. 
Enzo glances at her, then smiles.
"Michael Quinn," he answers with a strange raise in his accent, slipping from the gruff, charming British one she's used to, to a slightly softer American one.
He gives a laugh at her obvious surprise and confusion, and his voice goes back to normal.
"I adopted a completely different identity back then. Faked an accent, pretended to be American. It was easier to blend in."
"That makes sense," Caroline agrees, but can't quite wrap her head around the idea of an American Enzo, even if just for an act. 
"I started off a pilot in '42, because of World War One," he continues, to her surprise. "By '52, I was made a Captain of the US Air Force. I ended up working with the government. Shocker, I know."
Caroline's definitely thrown, that's for sure. "I thought you weren't allowed to talk about this?" she questions. 
"Well, considering all of the people I worked with back then are more than likely dead now, I think I'm safe," Enzo says, shrugging. 
Caroline nods slowly. His logic makes sense. And if he thinks it's safe to talk about then who is she to argue? It's not as if she wouldn't like to know more about this secret part of his past.
"So, the government?" she asks, twisting around in his arms and resting her chin on his shoulder. "What, did they have some shady secrets? Oh, did it involve alien conspiracies? Please, Captain Quinn, tell me this story has aliens."
Enzo laughs, and it makes her feel a little more at home for a brief moment. This storm will pass, she thinks. In all senses.
She'll call Alaric, somehow, and let him know what's going on if he hasn't already been filled in. They'll work something out. She will find a way back to Mystic Falls, even if she does have to compel someone to fly them home.
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delta-has-a-blog · 6 years ago
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Gate Hoppers: Character Info: Norabellé of house Vrāskis
Sex: Female
Age: 28
Species: Hybrid Külveena-Jaeger
Personality: Friends would describe her as lax and carefree, others may think she's chronically bored, both in many ways are true. She's only really able to get excited when she's finding something new and or interesting. This strange form of curiosity is what made Nora into the Hopper she is. As quick with her wit as she is on her feet, it's rare she's ever fully caught off-guard. Lax as she may be that doesn't stop her from having emotions, mostly on the inside, all except for embarrassment which she feels violently. Much like the rest of her father's race she roo has curious verbal ticks, meowing, growling, and hissing just shoehorned into everyday conversation, likely from instinct as nearly all beast-men exhibit this. Despite her mostly lax and all-but-too smug demeanor under the right circumstances one would discover she can be quite easy to make mad. That's an issue because if she gets too riled up she may become more instinct than thought. A lover of coffee and tinkering and not much a fan of having free time usually. Hates having to wait unless given good reason, and another light problem (lie) with her personality is that she can be quite (extremely) stubborn, to the point of it being one of her greatest flaws. Yes, she acts like a cat, she's literally half giant cat, that's more instinct than personality however.
Gate Curses:
"Cat who caught her own tongue." - Nora poses everything she says or even thinks as a question, as such the Federation thought it would be funny to give this nickname to this curse.
"Glass cannon."- Taking too much damage, physical, mental, emotional or otherwise can and will send her into a frenzy. Throwing both caution and most self-preservation instincts away in lieu of an urge to ruin whatever caused the frenzy, then whatever else may be around. Another reason she needs to reign in her emotions, as while in the frenzy she could possibly overexert herself or even drain her energy reserves entirely. She also needs at least one hour a day of time to collect herself or otherwise she'll break into a frenzy, ending the frenzy until an hour has passed or she is otherwise calmed down.
"Wild crafter."- Despite her aptitude and knowledge of crafting it's no easy task for her, as each creation is a new battle waiting to happen. She can put too much into her Relics, causing herself to be drained and unable to continue or even put too much into the Relics and cause it to break down ruining all her progress.
Appearance: (I have a sketch I put up not too long ago, I'll update soon with a better pic, please ignore the strange man I'm the mask)
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Standing at 5'' (5'3 with the ears-the fluffy end-bit) she's tall for a Jaeger but most definitely short for a Kül. She inherited her father's yellow eyes, which much like her mother's glow dimly until they brighten confronted or hit with strong emotion. Her tail seems to posses it's own will, giving her emotions away to anyone willing to watch it for that long. A Fan of practical clothing and not so much a fan of armor she so decides to look like an archaeologist that could wrestle a bear, that is on account of her muscular build as Hopping is dangerous business and she's a panther woman.
Background info: Her mother and Father met when he had gotten separated from his village during the advent of a Gate opening between their two worlds. He had fallen into Yvjærdën when it opened right in him, sending him careening towards the ground, slamming heavily into his side. It didn't help I'm that a Bahamut, a creature the size of a prehistoric bear and equal parts shark and drake, decided to try to make a meal of him. He was lucky Nadalé had came by, getting him to her home and out of the situation. For him it was love at first sight, one thing led to another and Nora was born. Living a life of two worlds from the start she was never one for saying home, exploring anything and everything that caught her eye. Naturally, this led her to join the Hoppers like so many other younglings with a wanderlust in their hearts. Nora trained throughout her teenage years, driven by raw ambition to discover new things beyond her item world and the shield of the safety the Federation provides. This led to her leaving home and joining the Federation's trainee force. Dedicating herself to her studies now, becoming only two ranks under the highest within Master rank of her designation, being one of the younger non-Grands to do so.
Designation: "Special problem solver, of sorts y'kneow?"
Relics:
Botanbo - A Utility Weapon Relic that functions as a hefty staff, war pick or double-sided war pick, and a mining/climbing tool. With the added on ability of being able to echo impacts up to ten times depending on how high she sets it's dial. The recoil increases asking with that however, so it isn't without drawback. Doesn't need spirit energy to function, but can channel it for an extra oomph.
Liquedo (Enh.)- A upgraded version of a cyber-muscle Bodily Relic that replaced the bodies natural muscles with metal ones, albeit removing the capacity to improve. Not one to be told no, she fashioned this to not replace, but change her muscles into a living metal through a series of painful injections. Gaining the strength of the cyber-muscle and keeping the properties of her organic muscles.
Vinguard's protection - Another Bodily Relic, this time one focused on defense, made by synthesizing a lattice out of the very material of Vinguards armor. With his permission, of course. This was then grafted into her own skin using a specialty surgery Relic.
Heart of beasts - A Relic created using the idea of another, which allows the wielder to take on the aspects of a certain beast along with producing an energy type based upon the wielder. This one however, draws from the wielder's true nature, and in her case enhancing her already animalistic sides strengths and coating much of her body in lightning-like red flame. Can pull from her body's stamina to produce a red flame as above with no extra effect, or her spirit energy constantly for a more empowered effect accompanied by a now blue flame.
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Gadget Relics - Not one to want to be caught unprepared, she carries around droves of small multi-use or singular use Gadget Relics that she either buys or makes herself as they're nothing you wouldn't find on any professional worker.
Guardian Relic, Angel
((Not exactly set in stone and mayhaps privy to change, also a full sketch of her will be done soon as I get around to it))
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votestaynight2 · 2 years ago
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8th Day - Interval Level1 (Scene 2)
Sorry for no update yesterday, I was super busy. SHould be back on track now, though!
…I guess I'll ask him about it. She's not one to reveal herself to the ones living at the temple, but I might be able to get some clues.
"Issei. Can you tell me about this unfamiliar woman? Is she from a foreign country, or is her face covered with something like a turban?"
"What is that? We would kick out such a strange person. …I don't know why you're asking, but she is a legitimate guest. …My brother is happy that she might be an evil woman, but I strangely like her. I have only talked to her once, but she is a good person even if she may look evil."
"Oh, wow. So asking the question was worth it, seeing how you're praising a woman. Did you fall in love with her?"
"D-D-D-D-Don't say such a stupid thing, you fool! I admire a part of her that she doesn't notice herself. First of all, I cannot fall in love with the lover of the one I respect as my older brother, Souichirou――――"
Issei suddenly stops and lowers his head. "Ah――――, ――――" I don't know if he felt dizzy or what, but Issei falls on the table and does not move.
"…? What's wrong, Issei? Is it anemia or something?" "――――No, it's not that I feel bad."
He raises himself real fast. I laugh thinking that he's acting like a coiled doll.
"――――――, Issei?" I look at Issei without looking at my slashed stomach.
"YOU fell for my trap. The order I implanted into THIS HUMAN functions only when HE meets SOMEONE who INQUIRES about ME."
I hear someone else's voice from Issei's mouth. When I realize that voice is of the Servant I met at the Ryudou Temple… "I DO NOT need this DOLL ANYMORE." …The knife in Issei's hand is stabbed into Issei's neck.
"――――――――" …My mind fades from too much blood loss. The wound. The wound reaching my organs is not causing my consciousness to fade.
My brain that wants to deny the scene in front of me freezes my consciousness. Issei falls down before me, not knowing what went on.
…I collapse onto the floor from my knees. I do not hold my wound, and I blankly stare at my friend who is now a corpse――――
Taiga Dojo!!
Yay, Gai**x bomb! Kyaa, Ragnarok! Well, it only takes a second to be careful, but the injury could last a lifetime. How was this dead end that teaches you it's not good to ask just anyone? Osu! It was such an irrational and sudden death! This is exactly what I expect from "Fate", and it is surely splendid! Yes. But we cannot forget about the sacrifices! Let us give Ryudou-kun a three-second silent prayer! Osu! The three second part is great, master! So, Ilya-chan. What is going on with the people at the Ryudou Temple? Hmm. They have this artificial Command Spell put in them. They become this thing that executes this one command when they find someone that breaks one of the "three rules" Caster established. She's good at making things. If she ever captures Shirou, I bet she'll turn him into a formal tool just to support her magic. Evil! I acknowledge Caster as evil! As a teacher, I cannot forgive anyone that would use others as they wish! …I don't know about calling her evil just because of that. It's true that Caster is weak, sly, and cowardly, but she's not truly bad on the inside. Hm? Why are you sticking up for such a witch…? Do you have something in mind? Huh…? N-No. I just want to say it's not bad to bind someone with magic. Oh, I remember. You've done worse to Shirou! Damn, you found out! Ouu… I can't beat that shinai for some reason. It's only natural. No magic is allowed in this dojo. You have to bring in a wild lion or a modern weapon to beat me. Have you repented of your actions? …Yes. I won't do anything bad again. Yes, that's a good girl! The boy's wish is granted as well! Rejoice, Shirou, Ilya is nicer in this route! Fine, fine. So I just have to stay quiet in this route, right? …Well, it's not smart always to be going on a rampage. I can help Shirou in this route and take one of the other heroines. What――you have put that much thought into this? Loli-buruma isn't good enough, so you're taking on such a great role in the main storyline…!? Ilya… she's a scary child…!
WOO! BAD END AGAIN! Once again, no vote today, since tomorrow we're just going to pick the other option we had.
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