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cal1-m3-ell3 · 1 month ago

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I-Ō Vs. Deathstroke! (OC x Cannon)

# Iron Rain

The mission had started like any other Tuesday night patrol for the Teen Titans. What should have been a simple reconnaissance on a suspected weapons trafficking operation had quickly escalated when Deathstroke materialized from the shadows like a specter of violence incarnate. The rooftop of the abandoned Gotham warehouse became a battlefield, scattered with debris from their ongoing conflict.

Jon Kent—Superboy—darted through the air with superhuman speed, his cape billowing behind him as he attempted to outmaneuver the legendary assassin. But Deathstroke was a master tactician, each movement calculated and precise. With brutal efficiency, he caught Jon off-guard with a carefully timed explosive that sent the young Kryptonian tumbling through the night sky, temporarily disoriented.

That's when Deathstroke's attention turned to Robin—Damian Wayne—who had been coordinating the team's movements from his position near the rooftop's edge. The assassin's single eye gleamed with cold satisfaction as he closed the distance between them in three swift strides.

"The son of Batman," Deathstroke growled, his voice carrying the weight of old grudges. "Time to see if you can fly like your predecessor."

Before Damian could react, Deathstroke's armored boot connected with his chest in a devastating kick that launched him backward off the building's edge. The world became a blur of city lights and rushing wind as Damian plummeted toward the unforgiving concrete below, his grappling hook just out of reach.

Jon, still recovering from the explosion's effects, stretched his hand desperately toward his falling friend, but the distance was too great, his coordination too compromised. "Damian!"

That's when she appeared.

I-Ō materialized in the air below Damian with the casual grace of someone who had simply stepped through a doorway rather than defied gravity itself. Her expression remained completely blank, those distinctive grey eyes with their white pupils showing no trace of alarm or urgency. She caught him effortlessly in a bridal carry, her small frame betraying none of the strain one might expect from catching a falling person.

Her wavy black hair fluttered gently in the wind as she descended slowly, her miniature bat-like wings barely visible beneath her hero attire. The platform boots of her uniform touched down on the adjacent rooftop with barely a sound, and she set Damian down with the same casual indifference she might show when placing a book on a shelf.

"You alright?" she asked in her soft voice, the slight French accent barely noticeable as she steadied him on his feet.

Damian's green eyes searched her face, taking in the familiar sight of her tactical gas mask with its animated visor currently displaying a neutral expression. Without warning, his gloved hands reached up and tugged the mask down, revealing her pale brown features and those perpetual eye-bags that spoke of chronic exhaustion.

Before I-Ō could process what was happening, Damian's lips were on hers. The kiss was fierce and desperate, born from the adrenaline of near-death and the relief of salvation. For a moment, the world around them ceased to exist—no mission, no danger, just the two of them suspended in that instant of connection.

I-Ō responded instinctively, her own lips moving against his with surprising warmth given her typically reserved nature. But after several heartbeats, she pulled away, her expression already returning to its characteristic blankness even as her pupils shifted to small hearts for just a fraction of a second before returning to normal.

"Checkmate," she murmured, and then she was airborne again.

What happened next would be recounted in Titan mission reports for years to come, though none of them would quite capture the terrifying beauty of I-Ō's fury unleashed.

She rose through the air with mechanical precision, her small form silhouetted against the Gotham skyline. Deathstroke, standing triumphantly on the warehouse roof where he'd just disposed of Robin, barely had time to register the approaching threat before I-Ō's platform boot connected with his chest in a devastating dropkick.

The impact sent the armored assassin skidding backward across the rooftop, his single eye wide with surprise. He recovered quickly—he was Deathstroke, after all—but there was something unsettling about the way the small figure landed in a crouch before him, completely motionless except for the animated expression on her reattached gas mask, which now displayed narrowed, angry eyes.

"The little monster joins the party," Deathstroke said, rising to his feet and drawing his sword. "Amanda Waller told me about you. The immortal freak with anger management issues."

I-Ō said nothing. She simply stood, her hands hanging loosely at her sides, but there was something in her posture that made even Deathstroke hesitate. It was the stillness of a predator deciding whether its prey was worth the effort to kill.

Then she moved.

The fight that followed was unlike anything the other Titans had witnessed. I-Ō fought with a style that seemed to blend multiple martial arts disciplines with supernatural grace, her movements fluid and unpredictable. She ducked under Deathstroke's sword swings with minimal effort, her expression never changing even as she landed precise strikes to pressure points and joints.

Deathstroke was forced to acknowledge that reports of her combat prowess hadn't been exaggerated. Despite her small stature and seemingly delicate build, every blow she landed carried surprising force. Her knowledge of anatomy—both from her medical training and her supernatural nature—made her strikes devastatingly effective.

For several minutes, they were evenly matched. Deathstroke's experience and tactical brilliance against I-Ō's supernatural abilities and eidetic memory, which allowed her to perfectly recall and counter his techniques after seeing them once. The rooftop became their arena, their movements creating a deadly dance of violence and precision.

But then Deathstroke landed a solid hit.

His armored fist connected with I-Ō's nose with a wet crack that echoed across the rooftop. Blood immediately began flowing from her nostrils, staining the lower portion of her gas mask's visor crimson. She stumbled backward, one hand instinctively rising to her injured face.

For a moment, everything was silent except for the distant sounds of Gotham traffic below.

Then I-Ō slowly lowered her hand, looking at the blood on her fingertips with those grey eyes that had gone completely flat and cold. When she looked up at Deathstroke, something fundamental had changed in her expression—or rather, the complete absence of expression had become something far more terrifying than any display of rage.

"Jackpot," she whispered, and her voice carried a tone that made Deathstroke's blood run cold.

The air around I-Ō began to shimmer with supernatural energy as she raised both hands above her head. The temperature dropped noticeably, and a pressure began building that made everyone's ears pop. Jon, who had finally recovered and rejoined the fight, felt his Kryptonian senses screaming warnings about the power building in the small figure before them.

"Iron Rain," I-Ō said quietly, and reality bent to her will.

They materialized out of thin air—over a thousand throwing knives of various sizes and designs, all suspended in the night sky above Deathstroke like a metallic storm cloud. Each blade caught the city lights, creating a constellation of deadly intent that stretched across the entire rooftop. The sheer number of weapons was overwhelming, turning the warehouse roof into what looked like the interior of some impossible armory.

The knives weren't random conjurations—each one was perfectly crafted, balanced for throwing, their edges sharp enough to split silk. They hung motionless for a heartbeat, awaiting their master's command, and in that silence, Deathstroke finally understood why Amanda Waller had called her a monster.

This wasn't just a display of power. This was an execution.

I-Ō's right hand began to descend, the gesture that would send every single blade hurtling toward Deathstroke with supernatural accuracy and force. There would be no dodging, no blocking, no escape. Just death delivered from a thousand different angles simultaneously.

"I-Ō, stop!"

Damian's voice cut through the supernatural tension like a blade of its own. He had managed to grapple back up to the rooftop, and now stood between I-Ō and Deathstroke, his green eyes locked with her grey ones.

"This isn't you," he said, taking a careful step toward her. "You're a doctor. You save lives, you don't take them."

For a moment, the knives continued to hover, I-Ō's hand frozen mid-gesture. Her pupils had shifted to small spirals, indicating the internal struggle taking place behind her blank expression.

"He hurt you," she said simply, blood still trickling from her nose. "He threw you off a building."

"And you caught me," Damian replied, taking another step closer. "You saved me. That's what you do—you save people. Even when they don't deserve it."

The knives began to waver slightly in their formation, some of them rotating slowly as I-Ō's concentration wavered.

"I-Ō," Damian said softly, close enough now to reach out and touch her bloodied face. "Come back to me."

Something in his voice—perhaps the vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to show—seemed to reach through whatever dark place her fury had taken her. The spirals in her pupils gradually faded back to normal circles, and slowly, one by one, the thousand suspended blades began to dissolve back into the supernatural energy from which they'd been conjured.

I-Ō blinked once, twice, as if waking from a dream. She looked around at the rooftop, at Deathstroke who was still frozen in place, at the few remaining knives that were fading from existence, and finally at Damian's concerned face.

"Checkmate," she said quietly, and then she collapsed.

Damian caught her before she hit the ground, cradling her small form against his chest as exhaustion finally claimed her. Using that much supernatural energy had drained her completely, and the blood from her broken nose had stained both their uniforms.

Deathstroke, meanwhile, remained motionless for several more seconds before slowly straightening. He looked at the spot where over a thousand throwing knives had hung in the air mere moments ago, then at the unconscious girl in Robin's arms.

"Next time," he said finally, sheathing his sword, "I'll remember to bring more explosives."

And with that, he was gone, vanishing into the Gotham night as suddenly as he had appeared, leaving the Titans to deal with the aftermath of witnessing what happened when someone truly pushed I-Ō past her breaking point.

As Jon landed beside them, his cape settling around his shoulders, he looked down at I-Ō's peaceful, sleeping face and shook his head in amazement.

"Remind me never to make her really mad," he said.

Damian adjusted his hold on her, being careful not to jostle her injured nose. "She wasn't mad," he said quietly, looking down at the girl who had nearly committed mass murder to avenge a simple punch to the face. "She was protecting someone she cares about. There's a difference."

As they prepared to return to Titans Tower, none of them spoke about what they had witnessed. But they all understood, on some fundamental level, that I-Ō's casual demeanor and blank expressions weren't signs of indifference—they were the calm surface of very deep, very dangerous waters.

And sometimes, even the calmest waters could become a tsunami.

#dc ocs #ocs #dc comics #oc rp #dc rp blog #dc universe #batfam #batkids #dc rp #dcu

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wobblewokgaming · 5 months ago

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There should be a TADC Mod for Shovel Knight.

I don't know how it'd work, but I can think of some story beats and some gameplay ideas. Here's some I came up with while I was at work;

Pomni somehow gets transferred from the titular Amazing Digital Circus and into the world of Shovel Knight. She's found, a bit bruised and battered but otherwise alright, by the titular Shovel Knight and is brought back to the village to heal up.

While glad to be out of the Circus, Pomni knows she can't just leave her friends (and Jax) alone in that digital hellscape, so she tries to find a way back to the Circus and potentially bring them back with her.

In order to make that happen, though, she needs a vital component from each member from a group of wicked Knights known as the Order of No Quarter along with one from the Enchantress. That's when Shovel Knight brings a proposal to Pomni; he needs to beat the Order and the Enchantress in order to save his world and Pomni needs to do the same to get home. Why not work and save the world together?

Pomni, with no options, agrees to Shovel Knights terms and starts training in hopes to sharpen her fighting skills. Once she's ready, Pomni and Shovel Knight set out on there big journey.

Gameplay wise, I feel like Pomni wouldn't use a weapon, rather she'd be a brawler/grappler, mainly due to her stretchy, rubberhose-ish body. I also feel like, because of her rubberhose-ish body, she can take a lot more damage than the other knights and could use her naturally stretchy body to help with platforming.

Shovel Knight, rather than being tossed aside like in the other campaign, would act as a partner to Pomni, helping her take out enemies, notify her to secret areas and help her with platforming. Kinda like how you work with Shield Knight at the end of Shovel of Hope. He can also use the Relics like how he does in the base game.

To balance you having an extra member helping you out, I thought of this; it turns out the other members of the Circus, plus Caine and some NPC's, are also in this fantastical world. But they all have amnesia and are working with the nefarious Order of No Quarter.

Kinger works for King Knight as a royal advisor, Cainw is an assistant of the explosive obsessed Plague Knight, Gangle works with Tinker Knight, Jax is employed by Mole Knight (and is a top notch one at that, becoming his second in command), Ragatha is the head enforcer of Treasure Knight's operations, Martha is the macabre servant to Specter Knight, Zooble is partnered up with the stoic Polar Knight and Gummigoo's gang are members of Propeller Knight's crew.

Basically, much like how Shovel Knight helps you as you play the game, the Circus members help the Order of No Quarter by following up attacks, performing combo moves with them, giving them buffs and even healing them. The only way you're beating the Order is by working with Shovel Knight to the best of your abilities.

So yeah, that's all I have so far. Hopefully someone makes this an actual mod. Bye.

#shovel of hope #shovel knight #the amazing digital circus

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soriyafuq · 3 months ago

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CHARACTER SHEET

Name -

Titles - Remembrance, The Light

Username - @B333RNADETTE

Age - (“I was born at the start of mankind.”)

Birthday - 1/1

Gender -

Text Color - Orange

^ Remembrance.

OVERVIEW/APPEARANCE

Remembrance is a towering, statue-like entity clad in intricately sculpted white armor, appearing almost like carved marble. Chains wrap around their form, suggesting imprisonment or burden. Three serpentine dragon-like creatures coil protectively around them, their expressions solemn and ethereal. A shrouded face beneath a heavy cowl and a spiked crown hints at a being both sacred and mournful.

ABILITIES

1. Archive of Echoes “All things leave a trace. I merely gather the echoes.” Remembrance can extract and relive the memories of any being, object, or place they touch. These memories appear as translucent specters playing out forgotten moments around them. In battle, they can weaponize these echoes—summoning phantom warriors, recreating moments of catastrophe, or revealing an enemy’s most traumatic memory to stun or disorient them.

Passive: Gains insight into opponents' past actions and hidden intentions.

Active: Replays fragments of powerful past events, altering the battlefield’s present.

2. Serpents of Still Time “Time is not a river, but a coil of dragons waiting to strike.” The three dragon-like serpents orbiting Remembrance represent temporal anchors. Each one governs a different aspect of time—Past, Present, and Future. Remembrance can unleash them in battle:

Past Serpent: Rewinds a zone, undoing events that happened moments before.

Present Serpent: Slows time around a target, locking them in stasis.

Future Serpent: Forces a glimpse of a possible fate, causing panic, hesitation, or altered behavior.

3. Chains of the Forgotten “Names, faces, lives—lost beneath the tide. I bind them so they are never truly gone.” Chains that wrap around Remembrance are forged from forgotten names and erased histories. These spectral bindings can ensnare enemies, root them in place, or silence abilities tied to identity (e.g., named spells, ancestral powers).

Binding Effect: Immobilizes or suppresses targets linked to old legacies or divine bloodlines.

Protective Effect: Forms a barrier from ancestral memories, blocking mind-control or possession.

4. Lament Sigil “Wherever I walk, remembrance blooms—and sorrow follows.” Remembrance can place a sigil on the ground or an individual. Over time, it accumulates grief and memory from those nearby. When triggered, the sigil releases a wave of emotion so intense it can shatter minds, disrupt spellcasting, or collapse the wills of entire squads.

Delayed burst: Emotion-based explosion that weakens morale, strips buffs, and causes fear.

Can be used to empower allies: Allies near the sigil gain focus, clarity, or visions of their ancestors.

5. Immortal Testament “Even in silence, I endure. I am what remains.” When defeated, Remembrance does not die traditionally. Instead, their form collapses into a marble statue, becoming untouchable and immune to further damage. After a set time or when a specific condition is met (e.g., a certain name is spoken or a forgotten secret is revealed), they awaken again, often stronger and changed.

Second Form: Enters a phase of pure memory energy, casting illusions or controlling ghostly avatars. More about this form is below.

Condition-Based Resurrection: Forces enemies to reckon with forgotten truths to banish Remembrance completely.

”Execution… begin!”

SECOND FORM

When Remembrance is defeated in battle, they enter their second form.

In this form, Remembrance sheds their statuesque stillness and becomes a towering figure cloaked in pure darkness. Crimson eyes blaze from behind a spiked crown, and a gas mask obscures their voice—what little they speak is distorted and guttural. Black candles burn endlessly in their hands, each flame a soul that once remembered them. The sound of unrelenting, mocking laughter surrounds them, echoing across the void.

Where the first form was sorrowful and sacred, this is the mockery of sanctity. A corrupted memory that laughs at being forgotten.

POWERS

1. Candle Wail

“Every soul I carried now burns to be seen again.”

Remembrance holds wax-black candles, each flame containing a bound soul once connected to them. Snuffing out a candle releases a Wailing Shade—a vengeful specter that targets the emotional wounds of enemies. These shades aren’t just physical—they attack with guilt, shame, and regret, bypassing conventional defenses.

Tactical Use: Up to 5 shades can be active. Each one binds to a target’s past mistake, weakening their resolve and gradually corrupting their abilities (e.g., healing spells heal less, shields flicker).

Sacrifice Mechanic: Shades can be recalled and consumed to heal Remembrance or empower the next attack with an "emotional overload" that detonates on contact.

Visual Effect: The shade whispers the target’s worst memories audibly—causing panic in nearby units.

2. Black Liturgy

“Forget prayer. This is what worship sounds like when hope is dead.”

Remembrance chants an inverted hymn, causing reality around them to distort. A pulsing, static-laced laughter echoes in all directions, altering enemy perception and twisting light, time, and sound. It acts as a corrupting aura with layered psychological effects.

Passive Effect: All enemies within range slowly lose clarity—UI distortions, hallucinations of allies/enemies switching places, delayed inputs.

Trigger Effect: The more enemies affected, the louder and more dissonant the hymn becomes—at its peak, it silences spellcasting for 5 seconds and locks enemy cooldowns for 8 seconds.

Creeping Madness: Each second within the aura increases a Madness Meter. At max, enemies hallucinate being in a different era or place—turning their attacks against allies.

3. Crown of Spite

“Every thorn is a forgotten name. Every spike, a bitter echo.”

The massive crown on Remembrance’s head acts as a vessel of malice. It feeds on slights, betrayals, and neglect—growing more powerful the more it's underestimated or ignored. The longer enemies focus on other threats, the more the Crown retaliates.

Passive Buff: Gains stacks of Spite each time an enemy targets someone else. At 5 stacks, the Crown ignites, causing all of Remembrance’s attacks to inflict Memory Bleed (damage over time + ability cost increase).

Thorn Pulse (Active): Unleashes a wave of crimson thorns that erupt from the ground, targeting those who ignored Remembrance. Each thorn carries echoes of personal failures—momentarily reducing enemy stats and causing emotional recoil (e.g., movement delay, fear stagger).

Synergy: If used with Candle Wail, thorns snare enemies, forcing them to listen to the Wailing Shades.

4. Gasps of the Forgotten

“You forgot me. Now forget yourself.”

Remembrance exhales a noxious fog through their gas mask—a neuro-emotional toxin made from suppressed memories. The fog doesn’t poison the body—it disorients the soul.

Area of Effect: A creeping, black mist rolls outward, silencing enemy abilities based on identity (e.g., a paladin loses holy-based attacks, a necromancer forgets how to summon).

Fog of Oblivion: The longer enemies remain inside, the more they forget—mechanically losing access to their UI, minimap, or targeting systems temporarily.

Lasting Trauma: Anyone who leaves the fog gains the Forget-Me Not debuff—randomly locking one ability for the rest of the battle.

5. Final Laugh (Ultimate)

“You laughed when I was erased. Let me show you the punchline.”

When Remembrance is nearly defeated, the laughter intensifies—shaking the very air. With a final, mad cackle, they explode in a massive eruption of corrupted memory-flame, burning truth, identity, and willpower.

Instant AoE Detonation: Deals psychic and flame damage in a wide radius, scales based on how many shades, thorns, or fog victims were active.

Persistent Mark: Survivors gain a permanent debuff—“You Will Remember Me”—causing all memory-themed attacks (from Remembrance or allies) to deal bonus damage and bypass resistances.

Haunting Resurgence: 50% chance to rise again from the ashes as a Laughing Idol, an immobile statue that radiates laughter and denial, warping the battlefield passively until destroyed

Relationship sheets will be added soon when Remembrance begins to trust more people. Currently, everyone that they interact with (if they do,) is at 0% and will remain that way until further notice.

#harvey posting

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callsigndreadfrost · 2 years ago

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Aawwww <3 you're too sweet!

I forgot about the damn specialized teams which are pretty important imo D:

Copy/paste from somewhere else.

Oracle Leaders:

Aleksey Malakhov (head of Oracle)

Jelani Haakonsen (acting head of Oracle, second in command)

Angelus Haakonsen (third in command)

***(Eventually the leadership will change. Aleksey will leave all of Oracle to Jelani and Angelus will leave the leadership. He's been sitting on that decision for a long time. He feels the position isn't for him. So when Jelani becomes the head of Oracle Ginger will be his second in command, the third position will be vacant for a while but eventually it'll be filled. For the time being Angelus will stay as third.)***

Code names for specialized teams or units in the field. Each team has a leader. The number of people in a team depends on the size of the branch and the availability of a skilled agent within the branch. Agents from different branches can be called in depending on the current need of a branch.

Trickster Team (arcane users):

These agents are specialists of the arcane arts and provide for the team both defensively and offensively. They can aid the team by providing fellow agents with power ups or cover ups (defenses) as well as easily dispatch targets. They can manipulate the area of operations. Most can provide distractions where Draugr Team cannot.

Team Leader: Ginger Lee Grimm (eventually Angelus will be the Trickster team leader as well as third in command until he finds a replacement)

Draugr Team (heavy gunners):

Agents who effectively use and know heavy artillery. They are mostly in the front line accompanied by Tricksters.

Team Leader: Latoya King

Wraith Team (CQC):

Unit that engages the enemy with personal weapons (ie handguns, blades and in the case of non-humans claws and fangs when available) and hand-to-hand combat at very short range. This unit is fast and aggressive when taking over a vehicle or structure controlled by the enemy. However they need to be accurate and precise as to avoid friendly fire.

Team Leader: AJ Rodriguez

Yūrei Team (infiltrators):

Infiltration tactics. These agents use the environment to swiftly and quietly flank targets bypassing enemy front line strong points to isolate them for attacks by follow-up agents with heavier weapons, abilities and equipment.

Team Leader: Jasmine Grimm

Specter Team (hackers/tech):

This unit is made up of skilled computer experts that use their skills to use bugs and exploits to gain entry into enemy computers, security systems but are mostly used to gain information. They seldom set foot into the AO as they can complete their tasks from a safe distance.

Team Leader: Xiomara Ruiz

Revenant Team (explosives “bomb squad”):

Explosive engineers and bomb disposal technicians. The unit is specialized and highly trained to disarm bombs on site or to set them up whenever needed.

Team Leader: Shaine Janus-Łaska

Ghost Team (marksman/snipers/counter-snipers):

The unit operates to maintain effective visual contact with the enemy and engage high-value targets from concealed positions or at distances exceeding their detection capabilities. Snipers generally have specialized training and are equipped with high-precision rifles and high-magnification optics, and often feed information back to their units or command headquarters. This unit aids most of the other units within the AO.

Team Leader: Trevor Ravencroft

Ndalawo Team (non-specialized):

This unit is basically composed of agents that can handle multiple tasks. They don't specialize in any one single thing but can handle different tasks, weapons, and jobs. People with medical training mostly fall into this unit.

Team Leader: Loke Haakonsen

And yes, each person has a codename. My username is a reference to Jelani's lmao.

@apothecaryforwearysouls

Lmao I don't even know where to start. So Oracle is a paramilitary PMC that has ZERO ties to any government, country or anything really. Like there are no ties.

Oracle has several goals but the biggest one is making sure humans don't obliterate non-humans and vice versa. Aside from that this world, setting, whatever you wanna call it deals with anything and everything paranormal.

Look, my dumbass 14-year-old ass was watching a James Bond movie one day and I thought, "Huh, what if this shit had werewolves in it?" and so Oracle was made. Actually, it was made later during the summer of 2000 'cause my mom's ex had promised we'd have a fun family summer of traveling the island and doing so many fun things. I bought a journal to document it all. Midsummer rolled around and we did nothing and my journal was blank so I took that previous idea and fucking RAN TO THE HILLS WITH IT. 23 years later we have this massive as fuck all world in my brain that I bother everyone with.

Anyway, Oracle started with 3 men. A werewolf, a vampire and a human during the height of the Akkadian empire! The werewolf is actually the man that is now known as Aleksey Malakhov aka Angelus's grandfather aka Jelani's father-in-law/mentor.

He had a different name back then I just forgot and I don't feel like looking through my hundreds of notes and files to find it.

By the way, Aleksey is Sumerian. He's been around for a while now. In fact he was one of the very first werewolves. All 4 of the first werewolves are Sumerian and yes, they are still alive today in 2023. How? Werewolves are VERY long lived but not that long. It's part of the original curse. The first of every breed inherets the curse and has to live with it forever.

Spoiler alert. With Angelus being the FIRST and frankly the only Crossedbreed he is also cursed. He can't die. He just hasn't realized that but Aleksey knows it and doesn't feel like telling his grandson will help in anyway. Is that a bad thing? Probably but he's doing it out of love. Angelus had been suicidal for decades and had attempted suicide so many times he lost count after 200 times. He's doing far better now a days though.

We don't have just werewolves here in Oracle. There are werewolves, vampires, fairies, monsters--shorter list is what we don't have: aliens. Idk it's not my thing. If you wanna say there ARE aliens in Oracle then who am I to say there aren't any.

As I kept expanding Oracle I wanted to add people from different cultures, backgrounds, ethnicities, believes, religions, faiths. We have EVERYTHING here. When I say I have a metric shit ton of OCs I mean it with my entire chest. I want to represent everyone. Easier said than done 'cause I wanna be accurate and respectful and a lot of times that means doing a lot of research and sometimes it gets tedious. I'm just one man behind all of this fantastical nonsense.

Yeah, I mostly talk about Loke, Jelani, Trevor and Angelus because those are my comfort characters and I know them better than I know my own damn self. Not gonna sit here and lie, Jelani's at the forefront for any and all Oracle things. Everywhere I am online I use him as a pfp. He's the mascot if that makes sense. I am extremely proud of this character and I love him so much. He's to Oracle what Pikachu is to Pokemon. Idk if that makes sense.

Oracle doesn't just focus solely on the PMC. There are so many things that make up this setting. There's groups of humans that hate and fear anything that isn't human and want to kill them all off. The most infamous being the Council of the Knights which admittedly has been a thorn on Oracle's side for a few centuries now. We have problematic vampire covens who think of non-vampires as cattle and make shit difficult for others. We have a death cult led by a very unstable woman who created a virus that destabilized actual fucking deities into destroying shit with the help of a deity (actually it's a Concept but that's too complicated for now). There's also deities themselves that every so often wanna start shit. Because of that we have people like the Nyota tribe from Kenya who have dedicated their entire lives to keeping a rogue and exiled Maker imprisoned so They don't start Their stupid nonsense again.

What the fuck is a Maker? There is a hierarchy when it comes to deities.

Iirc it's demigods, gods, and finally Makers. Makers are the gods of the gods. Those are like actual creators, they make the rules and shit but they also break 'em. They're complicated. There is NOTHING above a Maker...except for the Concepts. The best way I can explain a Concept is that they are ideas and the very first Concept is the Concept of Existence. There's the Concept of Evil, Concept of Concequense, Concept of Good, Concept of Nothingness and many more. CoE and CoN are opposing ideas that have been at each other's throats since always.

Concepts intervene in life but they don't at the same time. They also only exclusively communicate with Makers. Only Makers. Jelani has an...interesting role with CoE and some other Makers and by extension with CoN. I can explain that in another post cuz it's a lot and complicated.

So as for what kind of creatures Oracle has? Like I said I wanna add any and all cultures so there's everything to pick and choose from. I've even invented a few. Are there cryptids? Yes! In this setting things like the Mothman, Bigfoot, Nessie, Jersey Devil and just basically all cryptids are just creatures from other planes/realms whatever you wanna call them. Some people use planes others use realms some others use other words. How the fuck did they get from one to ours? Easy. Portals. Portals are unstable and quite frankly scary natural phenomena that happens randomly all over the world. Sometimes creatures and animals get caught in them and get trapped in other realms. Sometimes it's a building, sometimes an entire town gets trapped.

Is there magic? Yes, there is!

Can anyone use/learn magic? Yes! We don't do that stupid "chosen one, only a select few can use or learn magic" bullshit here. Magic is an ability that anyone can learn to use.

Are there rules? Yes!.....I just gotta find that stupid file where I have it and I'll post it if anyone wants to know more about it.

Oracle deals with things of magical natures too as well as portals and planes. There are actual black sites where, and I use this word loosely, "stable" portals lead to other planes that need to be checked every so often. Not many Oracle agents have access to this kind of op by the way. It's really need to know level type shit.

So back to the founding of Oracle. These 3 men, these sell swords got together and went into business together and were like unstoppable. As time went on 3 became 6 then 6 became 9 and then we get to 2023 with Oracle still very much alive and kicking with thousands of agents all over the world with 6 branches spread across the world and 2 training facilities.

If Oracle is 100% independent from any government then how does it pay it's agents and employees?

Aleksey has invested very wisely, owns parts of companies, owns whole ass major companies that generate a bitch ton of money. All of these are made up by me obviously. Part of the profits from those hundreds of companies go into the pockets of agents, assets, and Familiars. It pays for weapons, gear, vehicles, gadgets, ammo, facilities, housing--EVERYTHING!

Look I don't know how realistic that is I'm horrible at math and economics so just go with it.

Wtf is a Familiar?

A Familiar is a person (non-human or human) that indirectly works for Oracle. They give information, keep an eye on certain groups, areas, phenomena and the like. Familiars can be approached by Oracle to join as agents IF they so choose.

There are certain rules that apply to certain characters, places, ideas, creatures and stuff but for the most part I like living things open to enterpretation and flexible.

I think C said it best. Oracle can be described as "weird espionage with a cosmic horror twist". It's got a tiny teeny alternate history to it too.

I hope that covers like the basics of Oracle. If you wanna know something else about the setting as a whole or specifically about Loke in this setting just ask.

#Oracle Corp #Oracle Corp tag

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pitch-pearl-void · 4 years ago

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Soulmate AU where you see you color after meeting the eyes of your soulmate

"Okay," Jack said, pleased to see the fearful look in the ghost punk's eyes as he directed Danny's hand onto the Specter Speeder's weapon joystick, "now you're gonna want to aim right between the eyes..."

"Uh, Dad?" Danny asked, his voice shaking.

Jack's eager grin grew. "Now WA--"

"Dad!" Danny yelled, his voice breaking. "His eyes! Is--is that color?!"

"--STE HIM--what?"

Jack jerked his head around, finally looking away from the ghost boy. Danny's eyes were large and they were darting from the ghost to the sky to the ghost to the ground to the ghost to Jack's jumpsuit and back to the ghost. They were no longer lazily half closed, Jack could see the full expanse of Danny's blue irises, but most damning of all was the dilation of Danny's pupils.

A pit opened up in Jack's stomach. "Oh no," he whispered.

Danny threw himself against Jack. It jerked the weapons out of alignment, but worse, Danny disturbed the controls in Jack's hands. The Specter Speeder pitched to the side. Danny yelped and slid toward the open doors. He clawed at Jack's arm, but the jumpsuit was smooth and skintight--it offered little traction.

He fell out of the open doorway.

He could have kicked himself.

"Danny!" Jack shouted. He reached for his son, but he was far too late. Danny was already in freefall, rapidly falling from thirty feet in the air. Jack's words from two days ago shouted in his head, "Safety features are for punks!"

Frantically, he tipped the Specter Speeder into a dive and chased after Danny. He could see Danny through the windshield, his boy's limbs flailing from the wind. His head and shoulders were falling first; the landing would break his neck long before Jack reached him.

"Danny!" Jack shouted again, anguished.

A white blur shot between them seconds before Danny impacted the ground. Newspapers flew into the air where Danny had been. Jack pulled sharply on the Specter Speeder's controls. Once he was parallel with the ground, he saw Danny again through the windshield, held in the arms of the ghost boy.

The ghost boy landed. He set Danny on the ground and stepped back. They stared at each other, seemingly oblivious to everything around them, and Jack--

Jack's hand wrapped around the weapon joystick. The ghost was too close to Danny for Jack's peace of mind, a new threat to his son, but...but...

Danny was supposed to be colorblind. Everyone was born unable to see color until they met the eyes of their soulmate or felt their touch for the first time.

Danny had met the ghost's eyes through the windshield of the Specter Speeder.

Danny's pupils had dilated to absorb as many details as possible, as if witnessing something for the first time.

Danny had spoken of seeing colors.

Danny had moved recklessly to...to save the ghost from Jack.

...and the ghost had saved Danny from certain death.

Slowly, reluctantly, Jack removed his hand from the joystick. It was probably nothing. Ghosts couldn't have souls, they were only the remnants of dead people, and Danny couldn't have a ghost for a soulmate.

...But just in case...

"Danny!" Jack shouted as he sped toward them. Both boys looked up at him. "Oh, they're both named Danny," Jack realized. "Now that's gotta be confusing...Hold on, son!"

The two looked at each other again. The ghost Danny stepped back again.

"Wait!" Jack shouted again. "Ghost boy, wait a minute!"

The ghost's head jerked around, his eyes wide as he looked at Jack. Perhaps shocked Jack wasn't just shooting at him. Danny touched the ghost's arm.

If the ghost reacted to the touch of his soulmate, however, Jack didn't see it. A blast slammed into the Specter Speeder. Metal screeched, Jack yelled, and the Speeder soared through the air before crashing against--something. Jack's head cracked against the controls, and his vision blacked out. Dazed and disoriented, he heard his boy cry out for him. He fumbled with his controls, but without sight, he couldn't find the ghost that must have attacked him. He gave up as his head spun and allowed his head to fall back against the seat. He just needed a moment. To catch his breath. Just a moment, and then he could protect his son and...his son's soulmate?

Jack heard the slap of hands landing on glass and pried his eyes open. His vision had returned, if a little blurry around the edges. There was shouting, somebody's nasal voice irritating his brain, but Jack could only focus on Danny's face and the ghost boy standing beside him. They looked worried. Both of them. Even the ghost. Why?

More spectacular than a ghost fearing for Jack was watching the two Dannys look at each other. Ghost and human. They didn't say anything vocally, but it was like they understood with just a glance everything that needed to be said.

Danny turned away from Jack and ran down the road. The ghost flew after him, and when Danny lifted his arms, the ghost picked him up and flew in the direction of the voice. They weren't even speaking but they moved with the grace of soulmates who had known each other for years.

"Danny," Jack protested weakly. He couldn't let them race off to fight a ghost. Not for his sake, not when they were only kids.

Still dizzy, Jack fought his body's desire for rest after receiving a concussion--perhaps air bags weren't such a bad idea--and scrambled out of his broken machine. An abandoned motorcycle he found was too small for a man as large as Jack, but for a short distance he could make it work. He climbed aboard and raced after the kids, the machine's roar in his ears aggravating his headache.

He arrived before Danny and the ghost boy tipped the RV into the lake. Jack wasn't sure why they chose the lake as a capture device, but he could tell from the RV's unnatural state that a ghost was involved somehow. Ghosts were always involved when it came to weird, spooky things like innocent Family Assault Vehicles gaining a bulbous top half.

Danny turned to the ghost boy and opened his mouth, but Jack arrived before the first conversation between soulmates could take place.

"Danny!" He leapt off his tiny motorcycle and reached for Danny, grabbing him by the shoulders. "Son! Are you hurt? What was that thing? I know your mother and I encourage you and your sister to take part in our profession, but that does not mean unsupervised ghost hunting, young man!"

Danny's wide eyes crumbled into a sullen pout. "Ugh, Dad..."

"And you--" Jack rounded on the ghost boy. The ghost stiffened, stepped back, but Jack threw out a hand and grabbed a bony shoulder before he could go far. "--what color are my son's eyes?"

The ghost's jaw dropped. His eyes darted to Danny.

Danny wrinkled his nose at him. "Ugh, what? Gees, he was there when it happened." He shrugged, his own bony shoulder rising and falling underneath Jack's hand. "The whole explosion of color thing is kinda hard not to freak out about, y'know?"

"There was no explosion of color!" the ghost objected. "We're not soulmates!"

"Sure we're not, bright-eyes."

A pale green blush came over the ghost's cheeks. "What?"

"Your eyes, like, glow with this, like..." Danny moved his hand around as he squinted at the ghost's face, trying to find a word to describe a color he could never see before. "--pretty color. I don't know. I haven't seen anything like it yet. It's really bright, though. And your blush too. Like, wow, dude, take deep breaths."

"I don't need to breathe, I'm a ghost." The ghost looked at Jack. "And ghosts don't even have soulmates, right?"

Jack stared at the two of them, too unsure to answer that. An hour ago, he would have agreed whole-heartedly, but...

If Danny was telling the truth (and Jack would believe him over a ghost any day), then that meant the ghost was rejecting Danny as his soulmate. More than Jack's profession, more than preserving a belief already proven to be flawed, Jack couldn't allow Danny to go through that pain.

"You two do know soulmates don't have to mean a romantic relationship?" Jack asked cautiously, and then added quickly, "Not that there is anything wrong with...uh two boys--a human and a--a ghost--uh..." This wasn't really a conversation he ever thought he would need to give Danny, but...

Danny groaned, tipping back his head.

"I'm aware," the ghost muttered, the blush Danny had admired getting worse.

"Right! Because Vladdy and I--" Danny choked "--are soulmates, and we never got married!!" Jack finished by beaming at the two of them.

"You and Vlad...?" Danny asked, still sounding a little choked. "Soulmates?"

"Yup!" Jack chuckled. "Man, you should have seen his face when our eyes met and the world filled with color..."

The ghost hummed and raised an eyebrow at Danny. Danny caught the look and stuck his tongue out at the ghost.

More banter without a single word spoken...

Slightly uncomfortable, Jack cleared his throat. "So! You see! Whether you two choose to pursue a romantic relationship or one more brotherly like me and Vladdy--" Danny blew air between his lips, "--the important thing is that..." Jack's voice faltered. He cleared his throat again and gave the ghost's shoulder a brief squeeze. "The important thing...Phantom, is that...if...if you're my son's soulmate then...then you're part of the family."

The ghost stared at him, the unnatural light of his green eyes searing into Jack's as if searching for a falsehood. "I'm a ghost," he said, as if Jack had missed that fact.

"Yes," Jack said slowly. "We'll have to break the news to Maddie gently." He winked at the ghost and tried to force a smile. "Maybe start with you saving Danny's life."

A tiny smile touched the corners of the ghost's lips in response.

"Ugh, do we have to tell Mom?" Danny whined. "She's going to make it so embarrassing..."

"This isn't like keeping what happened to the Fenton Family Assault Vehicle a secret!" Jack objected, making the two boys wince. "This is your soulmate! This is your colorfest, Danny! This is one of the most important days of your life! The day you met your soulmate and saw the world come alive with color! If we don't tell Maddie as soon as possible..." He shuddered.

Danny's friends shouted Danny's name as they ran down the pier, not quite within hearing distance, but close.

Danny made a face. "Okay, we can tell mom. And Jazz, I guess. But that's it."

"The sky," the ghost suddenly blurted. Danny frowned at him and Jack raised his eyebrows. The ghost's hands fiddled with the cloth (was that a bedsheet?) tied around his throat. "His--Fenton's eyes. They're the same color as the sky."

Danny's expression brightened. "They are?"

"HA!" Jack crowed. Feeling suddenly overcome by joy, so blinded by excitement for his boy, Jack forgot the ghost boy's species entirely as he slid an arm around each of their shoulders and drew them into a crushing bear hug. "Yes!" he shouted. "They are! They are!" He laughed and half stood, lifting the two boys partially into the air. "My son has found his soulmate!"

"Dad!" Danny wailed. "Dad! Shh! Shhhhh!"

"Release me!" the ghost shouted.

Jack laughed, the sound joyous and--for the moment--carefree.

Of course his son would have a ghost for a soulmate!

What other outcome could there be for a Fenton who claimed not to care about hunting ghosts?

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #pitch pearl #heroic amusement #Pitch Pals #Jack Fenton #Soulmate AU #platonic or romantic is up to you

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wu-sisyphus-gang · 4 years ago

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Motion Sickness Chapter 61

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(Weiss PoV)

I sparred with my sister. She sent her Beowulf at me. It pranced along the generated training ground terrain at me. A bunch of prismatic cubes with glowing blue edges.

It entered a room of my glyphs and I used my pseudo-telekinesis to slam it around against each black glyph until it dissolved.

Winter tried to summon something else but I made my knight little and had it sweep her leg. Knocking her to the floor before she could try anything else.

I let a little giggle escape me.

Winter had never seen it coming. She looked down at my little knight in shock.

Big things weren't always the best application of my semblance. It reminded me a little of Jaune who sometimes held onto his own semblance just for the speed and strength improvements rather than spending it in a flashy display.

I let my little knight dissolve. And Winter rose back to her feet. She whipped her scimitar at me.

I flew at her. Launching myself towards her using a spiraling glyph behind me. I thrust my rapier at her stomach. She leaned to the side. I slashed the narrow tip of Myrtenaster at her stomach where I perceived a hole in her defenses.

She blocked it with her scimitar. It was a wide sweeping gesture that forced me to take a step back. Her weapon unfused and became two, one in each of her hands.

She twirled as she brought the weapon around her body. I ducked the first and met the second. My rapier was slightly longer than her cutlasses. It gave me an edge I didn't squander as I forced her to take a step back using three quick thrusts.

She spun and tried to sweep my lead leg with a low kick. I turned my knee inwards and met the blow at the same time I push-shuffled closer to her and put her off balance with my shoulder. My center of gravity was lower than hers. I capitalized on that with a brutish, inelegant shoulder check. The sort Jaune would have had no qualms about using against me or Yang.

Winter stumbled back and I tore a chunk of her aura away from her with a thin slash of my weapon, cutting through it as she stepped back.

Point me.

"That was unrefined of you." Winter seemed to scold me.

I shrugged. "It's only unrefined if it doesn't work," I returned.

"If I would have known you were going to do something like that I could have capitalized on it."

"But you didn't know. Couldn't have known. That's what made it a good tool. The element of surprise. Besides you over extended with that kick. You lost accordingly because I was able to punish it. If I let you get away with those sorts of attacks without punishing properly, I'll lose."

"That's what made it a good tool," she echoed my words.

"Not good enough," I shot back.

She lowered her weapons at me in response. "Your inelegance will only take you so far. Sloppiness is not the path to victory."

I stayed silent. I'd do what I had to do to win. That was the real path to victory. If Winter was bound up by strings like worrying about how elegant she looked doing what she did, then she would lose. I would emerge victorious because I was willing to do whatever was necessary. Even if that meant being a touch brutish. That’s how Jaune leveraged his edge over me. He was willing to be brutal.

My sister spun as she came at me and I met the first scimitar, then I transitioned my blade sideways to meet the second. Then I made the Titania edge vertical but to the side to meet the next.

She meant to keep me in block the entire time while she rained precise blows against my defenses.

It might work too, she had multiple blades to bring to bear and it felt a touch like all I would be able to do is narrowly keep up.

My chance would come, however. If I stayed patient. There. A gap, perhaps an artificial one but still an opportunity I couldn't slip by me. I thrust my blade forward and she caught it on both of hers and attempted to disarm me with a subtle twist of both her weapons at the same time.

I countered by stepping in closer and sliding my weapon against both of hers straight up at her face. She stepped back rather than get hit, and freed my weapon up once more.

I twirled and slashed at her, high, low, high. She blocked each attack in turn.

I stepped back and I waved Myrtenaster. Pinpricks of light emerged from it and raced towards Winter. She shattered the light easily with a motion of her blade.

Our weapons collided and she slid down my weapon towards my wrist. I twisted vertically up and out of the way, using the guard on my weapon to my advantage. Her weapon slid over and past my wrist without colliding with me. One of them did at least. Her off hand weapon slipped under and into the aura of my stomach. She spun with it, slicing upwards as it bit into my aura.

Point her.

It was mostly because she had two weapons to my one but that was no excuse to not concede the point.

"You've improved by wide margins," She said. "And you're only getting better all the time. You're making such sloppy attacks work for you."

"Thank you," I replied. I was doing well enough to match Winter. It was all that real combat experience I had against the agents of Salem that made the difference. Winter was used to fighting opponents who were her inferior. The opposite was true for me.

"That wasn't meant to be a compliment."

"We all slip up sometimes."

She laughed a little and smiled.

"You know I am always here should you need to talk."

"Whatever about?"

"Your Jaune Arc for one. The turncoat."

"I don't view him as a turncoat. Elsewise would Salem not have the relic of knowledge? Why then would she send agents to steal it from us?"

"You still haven't accepted it yet."

"And I may never. That's hardly a weakness of me considering the facts that have been presented thus far."

"And yet you handed me his description along with that of Salem's other agents."

"In the hopes that you may find him and we can get to the bottom of this mystery. That hardly means I view him as one."

"I too was betrayed once. By a teammate no less. It took a great deal of counseling and therapy for me to come to grips with what happened. And I hardly view that as a weakness. Perhaps you require the same thing. It is something I want you to closely consider."

"I have no intention of talking to a stranger about Jaune. It doesn't feel right."

"Then consider talking to me."

"When you've already written him off? Salem doesn't have the relic. That means something. And I learned a great deal from him. About the world, about fighting, and about myself."

"I learned from my teammate as well. Just know that you aren't alone in this. I know what you're going through."

I didn't think she did. Mostly because I, myself, wasn't sure what I was going through. Between Ruby and Jaune, that is. That wasn't Winter's fault, however. I didn't blame her for it a single iota.

It just meant that what I was going through I needed to lean on Ruby to understand. Of everyone in the world she would get it. She was in the know and unbelievably empathetic besides.

I just nodded to Winter but stayed quiet and readied my weapon for another bout.

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I manned a wall of Mantle. Overlooking the frozen tundra. It was ruined by the presence of Grimm.

There had been a mine collapse and that was leading to a miner's strike across Mantle. That much negativity was drawing the Grimm in spades.

I summoned my Knight outside the wall and directed it with a wave of my hand. It met one of the elephantine Grimm and stopped it in its barrelling tracks. They wrestled for an impossible moment before my great knight flipped it over onto its back.

It let out a trumpeting call and the enormous sword was brought down through its chest, it's exposed underbelly a great weakness of black flesh rather than the white plate armor that covered it's back and sides.

I felt the elephant get added to my collection of possible summons. Another monster I had slain, if only indirectly.

I could feel the rage of the protestors behind me. I hoped that my father would compromise and meet with the strike leaders soon. I knew him and he only responded to shows of force. The sort of collective action I'd seen in the streets which bordered on riotous had to be the sort that he'd now to.

Surely.

Despite that I was unconvinced. My father always had an angle and he'd broken up strikes before. Bribing leaders, making threats, calling in the military, or making brief concessions before returning to the previous status quo. And here I was defending him incidentally.

I hated that. I reminded myself that it was Mantle and Atlas I was defending from these Grimm. Not my father and his shady business practices.

The riots felt hot at the hairs on my neck as I directed my silvery specter to wrestle with another Goliath. It felt like their breath was right behind me. I knew that that wasn't the case. Kilometers separated me and the pocket lines.

Things may not work out how I thought. Maybe my father would really give in. But there was a build up in supply of dust. My father had been hurting for people to sell it all to. Surely he had a great deal of the energy propellant in the warehouses around both cities.

That meant he could afford to wait and eventually the fire in the belly of the strikers would die down. Then he could return to business as he had before.

The oversupply caused by the embargo would be beneficial to him in this case. I wasn't sure how much of that my teammates understood. I had been raised with proud conversations about strike breaking at the dinner table.

I cast a half dozen points of explosive light at a Chimera that hovered near the walls and it fell down. I rotated the barrel of my sword and I used dust, air and water in combination, and called up an ice storm from a glyph which pierced it's hide and sent it to withering ash.

The storm I called bowled into many smaller Grimm as well. It scattered a dozen Beowulfs into charred flakes.

I swept Myrtenaster over my head and called another great glyph to life. I rotated the barrel of my weapon again and the blade glowed yellow. A dozen lightning bolts jumped from the corners of the glyph into a group of Gryphons making their way towards the wall.

Much like the monsters before them they were dissolved by the force behind the electricity. With dust to augment my spells I may well be the strongest member of team RWBY. I was no slouch with the power of nature behind me.

It made me wonder what I would be like with the power of a maiden behind me. Would it be like I had a buffet of dust behind me at all times or would the power be entirely divorced from my semblance? Either seemed possible. Or it might be something completely different from both those options. I would have no idea until I became a maiden. If I became a maiden, that is. There was always the chance that the agents of Salem would win again. There was the possibility that I could die the next time we clashed, as Ren and Nora had.

Speaking of it was possible the agents of Salem were behind this strike. Sure it might benefit the workers, but not if we couldn't hold the wall against the Grimm.

I summoned my knight in mid-air in a spiraling glyph next to a Chimera in flight and my silver warrior brought it's sword down on the Grimm mid-flight and divided it in two.

I would hold this wall. It was my duty to defend the people from the Grimm that might come this way. That was all I should be worrying about for now. I was sure of that but I couldn't help but let my thoughts wander. I was backed by a regiment of robotic troopers and Atlas security soldiers.

They lined up and with short controlled bursts they brought Grimm down which were beneath my attention. Together we moved and slowly cleared this section of tundra of all black and white threats.

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I was watching over a patrol of machines. United we were overlooking the protests at the mines. They'd put me in charge of a batch of machines and I was to make sure that no fighting broke out between police and protestors.

Under no circumstances was I to fire upon the crowd, however. I understood how important it was. I was here to hold the line and remind people that the Atlas Military was watching.

Protestors held signs like Dust Lung Laws Now , and Give the Scabs Nothing , and even Save Our Pit.

I stood opposite a line of people fifty persons thick. It was spilling out onto a wide asphalt street. It had brick buildings on either side and the people were marching straight down the road and shouting. "No dust! Or bust!"

There was a little faunus girl with bear ears right out in front and screaming. She couldn't have been older than nine. Was that how old Blake had been when she started out? It was a chilling thought. As emotionally abusive as my parents had been I had been safe and sound in Schnee Manor.

Some of our family had been disappearing but that had been an abstract worry to a little girl who was being physically and emotionally abused by her parents. Even if she hadn't known it at the time. And I hadn't known it at the time.

I ordered the machines to line up against the walls of the street along the stores that made up either side. It was better to be out of the way of the marching crowd.

Someone set a trash can on fire and I watched in horror as it was thrown through an SDC storefront. Glass shattered everywhere and the people cheered as the building started to burn from the inside out. A group of machines set about moving people back from the burning building and putting out the fires.

I saw the man. A young boy really in a purple hoodie and black jeans.

"Arrest him," I ordered the machines. The boy dispersed through the crowd and the boy shuffled into it and vanished amongst the protestors. "Damn it."

I jumped high and landed on a glyph. I looked out into the crowd and saw the purple shape shuffling into the throng of people.

I blitzed forward on a wave of glyphs and landed on top of him. I held him down as people shouted around me. They booed me. I was surrounded by a mob of people set against me and firmly on the boy's side. They probably would be even more against me if they knew I was a Schnee. Someone threw a rock at me and it missed. It was the little girl with bear ears. I looked away. The machines gathered around me and took the young man into custody.

He was put into handcuffs and carried away by the blank faced robots. I watched them go and was returned to being surrounded and alone by a mob which disliked me and might hate me if they knew a little more. My glyphs weren't exactly subtle. But they were fast. I was booed as I moved about.

"Dirty Schnee."

"Money grubbing Schnee!"

"Schnee!"

I caught the words out of the mob. I was recognized, at least a little.

I bounced out on a set of glyphs to the rooftops and watched the crowd move.

The robots put out the fire and kept the swarm of people back away from the SDC storefront.

"Beat the Schnee with glee!" They shouted with fists moving forward.

I could really only watch from my vantage point and wait and see if they needed more interference.

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-WG

#rwby #ff7 #ffvii #motion sickness #weiss schnee #winter schnee #whiterose #white rose #whiteknight #white knight #cloud strife #clloud!jaune arc #sephiroth!Jaune arc #lancaster #war of the roses #ruby rose x jaune arc x weiss schnee #jaune arc #ruby rose

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five-rivers · 5 years ago

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Lost

Opening his eyes to a green sky wasn't terribly unusual, and Danny was feeling more dazed than usual this morning, so he decided to keep staring. That ectoplasmic swirl looked a bit like a dragon, one of those Asian ones. How nice.

Another thing that was sadly common for Danny was waking up in the Ghost Zone with no idea how he had gotten there. He wondered if it was Skulker again. If so, he could wait. It could be bad if it wasn't Skulker, though.

Maybe he should get up.

Actually, he should have done that from the beginning. But he felt so... scattered.

A teal-edged shadow inserted itself between Danny and the sky. "Danny! Thank goodness we found you!"

The scattered feeling was gone. Apparently, adrenaline and dismay were pretty good at pulling him together.

"Mom?" he asked, digging his fingers into the ground below him to give himself the leverage he needed to sit up. "What's going on? Why're you here?" Because, really, his mother, of all people, should not be in the Ghost Zone. Ever.

Maddie helped him up and started rubbing his back. Oh, he really was out of it.

"I'll explain in a bit, sweetie. Jack! I found him!"

Oh, no. His dad was here, too?

"Danny!" yelled Jack, and, a moment later, so did Jazz.

Danny winced. Was his whole family here?

"Are you alright?" asked Maddie. "You were closest to the explosion, that's probably going to have some side effects."

"Explosion?" asked Danny, blinking and scanning his surroundings. They were surrounded by low, rolling hills covered in grey-purple grass. It felt arid. The grass was dry, the soil, sandy. Jack and Jazz came up over one of them, jogging. It looked like they were having a bit of trouble with gravity, like it wasn't quite as strong as usual.

Danny thought about that for a minute and decided that was right. Gravity was lower here than on Earth. Which meant that someone controlled this area and was enforcing their will on it, otherwise gravity would be whatever was expected.

That was... information. Neither good nor bad. At the moment. So long as Danny's parents didn't run into this person and start shooting.

"A ghost tried to steal our portable portal invention," explained Maddie. "We were trying to do a deep clean of the lab, so we were all down there. Jack and I tried to fight the ghost off, of course-"

"But that darn specter just wouldn't quit!" finished Jack. "It kept attacking you, too, Danny! That cowardly ghost, when I get my hands on it..." Jack trailed of, grumbling and making crumpling gestures with his large hands.

"You don't remember?" asked Maddie.

"No," said Danny, rubbing his eyes with the inside of his shirt collar. He didn't. "I think the last thing I remember is going to bed."

Maddie nodded. "Can I see your eyes?" she asked.

Danny looked up at her, trying not to blink.

"You might have a concussion," said Maddie. "Do you feel dizzy? Out of focus?"

"Maybe a bit," said Danny.

Maddie frowned. "Normally I'd have you rest," she said, "but we can't do that here. We need to find a portal and get home."

"Yeah," said Danny. "So we are in the Ghost Zone?"

"I'm afraid so," said Maddie.

Despite Maddie's fears, Danny didn't have any trouble walking, although he seconded her opinion on the concussion. His head hurt when he moved too fast.

More worryingly, he didn't recognize this part of the Zone. These arid hills weren't a place he'd been to before, nor were they instantly recognizable as a place he'd heard of.

That was troubling.

He knew his parents were worried, too. They kept having whispered conversations about how likely it was that they'd find a portal. If Jack was whispering...

Well, it wasn't good.

Danny really didn't want to reveal his secret, or even that he knew more about the Ghost Zone than he should, but if they didn't find a portal soon, he would. He wasn't about to let his family starve or die of thirst. As a ghost, there were options available to him that just weren't there for humans.

He just had to build himself up to it.

Jazz was making all sorts of faces at him as they walked. She was probably trying to convince him to... something. He didn't know. It was annoying and distracting.

Danny followed Jack and Maddie into the next valley, and they were surrounded. Just like that, in the space of a blink. He sucked air in through his teeth, assessing the ghosts around them.

They were... odd. Even for ghosts. Too tall. Elongated. Their skin was orange, dusted with darker, red-brown spots. They wore tunics. Their tails were long, and wrapped around the stomachs of the seahorse-like creatures that they rode.

Wow. They were really far from the places in the Zone Danny usually went to, weren't they?

His parents' hands twitched towards their weapons.

"Wait!" hissed Danny. "They aren't attacking." He still didn't like how the ghosts were watching them, with their solid yellow eyes.

"Yet," said Maddie, grimly.

"Well, maybe they won't if we don't attack first," said Jazz. "I don't think we can take all of them, Mom."

One of the ghosts nudged their mount forward, and began to speak.

Danny blinked. He knew that language! Sort of.

"Pray," he said. "Slower?"

"Danny?" said Jack, surprised. "What language is that?"

Danny shrugged.

"What business have you living in our lands?" repeated the ghost with a faint edge of condescension. "You, who have paid no price."

"We are..." Danny wracked his brain for the right words. "Not knowing the place that we are?" He tried to mime out being lost with his hands. "They want to know what we're doing here," he said to his family. "I just told them that we're lost."

"How came you to be here?" asked the ghost.

"It was a... uhm... It was a... door? In the air. We would like... a door again, and not make you angry." Danny was not fluent in this particular ghost language.

"You, who have paid no price? What would you give us for this?"

Danny looked around. He didn't really have anything with him, and he rather doubted that his parents would be enthusiastic about paying a ghost. "I can make you the cold?" offered Danny. He suspected it might not be common here, considering how dry and hot it was.

"Ice? Show us."

Danny glanced at his parents.

"What does it want?" asked Maddie.

"Nothing bad," said Danny. "Just... Don't freak out, okay?" He held up his hands, and let a small diamond of ghost ice form between them.

The ghosts began to whisper among themselves.

"Hm," said the spokesman. "We will accept this. One for each, and we shall take you to a portal."

"For each of us or each of you?"

"Each of us," said the ghost, smiling.

"Danny, what's going on?" asked Maddie. "How did you do that?" There was a touch of suspicion in her eyes.

"It's, um, a long story," said Danny. "But it isn't anything bad, and Jazz knows about it. I'm not overshadowed, promise." Not the best way to explain things, but Danny didn't want to get too far into the details while negotiating. He flashed a nervous smile. "They said that they can show us a portal, I just need to make them some of these." He waved the crystal. "Good deal, right?"

The ghost made a sort of clicking sound. "The crystals, for your payment," they said.

"Right," said Danny, putting his hands together. He glanced at his parents again, and winced at their expressions.

So much for this going well.

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someonestole15 · 4 years ago

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No home

Break free.

Scream out your lungs and love the echo, the afterglow will cover any marks left behind. Felt something click inside my head, I lowered my aim and placed my left hand over my forehead, the warmth radiating through it was nauseating, almost to the point of passing out.

Let it out, warmth has been building up all this time and two months without a release…

I don’t even dare picture it.

Blinding flash as the ignition passed through my body and lit up my body like a match, the wound in my stomach welded itself shut as the flow of coolant ceased up, I slowly lowered my left hand and allowed the glow reach its full tilt.

Adjust my hood, pull my scarf higher up on my face, I lined up the Phoenix with Rex and beckoned him to come and get it.

“That’s what I wanted to see, you at your best.”

Pull the hammer back, let loose whatever is hiding in the cylinder.

First round, the scent of carbon in the air as the bullet grazed Rex’s side, he closed the distance fast and attempted to jab his blade through my again. No chance, I stepped back from the attack and punched the revolver into Rex’s chest, pulling the trigger and landing one solid hit against his armor.

Push on his shoulder, one elbow to the jaw had him stumbling back, I lined up one more shot and clicked the hammer back.

“Game over.”

Washed over my like a tidal wave, a rush of wind pushed my aim off and forced me to take a step back to not fall over. Catch my hood from being drawn back, I lowered my aim as one of the silhouettes walked forward and pulled Rex back before a thick veil of smoke covered the area.

This like tar that smoke, I took a few steps back and caught my breath. The smoke faded and with it, the transponder signal of my former rival. Rain starting to slow down, the cold mist in the air allowed my systems to cool back down. Melting point to lukewarm, I let out a sigh as I reloaded the Phoenix and placed it back in my holster.

“You crossed a line… We wanted to take the outpost… but now? It doesn’t matter to us anymore. Our leaders will understand… even without the weapons, knowing this place doesn’t exist anymore.”

Felt like seconds ticked by as I heard the booming sound from above, the bright glow of the explosive shells flying towards the outpost. Quake of the earth as they hit, I stood still and watched for a moment before the realization hit me.

Their whole plan…

“Attention all units, evacuate the area. I repeat: EVACUATE!”

Click, reel the film back, I placed one foot forward and ran, shattered glass and concrete raining down from above as I got closer to the outpost. Home in ruins, I heard another call come through on the radio.

“Specter.”

“I hear you.”

“You heard the message, get to the gunship hangar. We’re leaving.”

“On it, I’ll meet you there.”

“Don’t die.”

“Wouldn’t think of it.” Faint smirk, not sure how I felt about this whole thing, I’d never really made any place my home before, I had simply travelled from place to another, always ready to leave.

Same with this place, even after two months, I had left my room mostly barren, my backpack serving as everything I owned, stored onboard the gunship.

Kicking up water, I made my way to the gunship hangar on the lower decks and attempted to stay clear of the debris scattered around, the sharp edges managed to cut into my clothing. One cut on the arm and one on my leg, neither of them managed to punch through the armor on me.

Elevator down, nothing cozy about it, shaky steel and blinking orange lights with yellow hazard tape. Thankfully I can’t get motion sickness, the elevator finally reached the hangar.

Climbing onboard, I placed my weapon in the armory and closed up the rear ramp. Prepare for take-off, I took a seat inside the cockpit and connected my HUD to the weaponry.

“Ready?” Valkyrie asked.

“As I’ll ever be.”

Feeling the engines come to life, the platform beneath the ship rolled it outside as Valkyrie pushed the throttle forward.

Watch the skies,traveller.

#logs of an android #cyber #cyberpunk #science fiction #sci fi & fantasy #fantasy #fiction #story #stories #scifi

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touchingoldmagic · 5 years ago

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Day 6 - Villain

Day 6 of the 30 Day Ghostbusters Challenge!

Author's Notes: I still can't believe they teased us with Samhain in the intro of EGB and never gave him to us in an actual episode.

"I am eternal." The voice that echoed through the first floor of the firehouse sounded like an oily shriek overlaid with a drawn-out wail. Under the voice rumbled a sound like thunder.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the weather. It was the squat old building shaking on its foundation, as if the specter had mastered control of the earth itself. Dust and debris filled the air, making it hard to see and to breathe. A basketball-sized chunk of plaster fell from the ceiling and bounced off Ecto's hood with a metallic clunk.

The swish of old dusty robes announced the spirit's arrival, and the voice continued, "Time means nothing to me. Unlike you, Egon Spengler. You, who has grown old and feeble, while I bided my time."

Crouched behind Ecto for cover, Egon glanced at Kylie and Eduardo. "Get your packs. Find Garrett, Roland and Janine, make sure they're okay," he whispered. Then he stood up and moved around the vehicle, ready to provide the distraction his students needed.

The specter hovered in the air above Janine's desk. Long, gnarled fingers tipped with claws emerged from the tattered robes that hid the rest of the figure, save for the engorged jack-o’-lantern that made up its head, wearing a grin almost wide enough to split the gourd in half.

Egon stepped much closer to the receptionist area than he really felt comfortable with, angling himself away from the stairway and hoping to keep its attention on him. He could see the structural damage to the building behind the ghost. The stairwell up from the basement was forcibly enlarged, as if a controlled explosion had been directed up the stairs. Thankfully the physicist had to conclude that the structural integrity of the Containment Unit was not compromised, as they were not currently standing in a smoking crater. Yet.

"This is an impressive show, but it doesn't compare to your last one," Egon announced. "I think your incarceration made you more rusty than you care to admit."

Like dry leaves rustling together, Samhain laughed.

Clawed hands flexed and a sudden wind kicked up in the firehouse, dry and hot. Egon lifted his hands to try to shield his face, trying to keep an eye on one of the oldest, most powerful creatures that had, until very recently, been confined by the Ghostbusters. Egon allowed the wind to push him back a few steps, away from the receptionist desk and toward the wall, drawing the spirit's attention further.

"Has your pitiful mind crumbled like your frail body?" Samhain wondered aloud, his words like nails on slate. "I have waited so long for this revenge. I hope you do not disappoint me. If nothing else, I will get to hear your wails of torment."

One clawed hand suddenly grew impossibly large and swooped down, as if to snatch Egon off the ground. He threw himself backward to avoid it but lost his balance, landing on his back with a grunt. His head impacted against some of the scattered tools Roland kept in the garage bay to work on Ecto and stars exploded across his vision, accompanied by the sharp pain of fallen debris from the ceiling digging into his back.

The hand reached for him again, claws curled this time as if to stab into his chest.

Before they could connect, the room was lit up in the bright electric green of focused protons. Egon squinted and tried to force his swimming vision to focus. Kylie and Eduardo stood halfway up the stairway to the second floor in full gear, weapons trained on the ghost. Samhain's hand jerked back.

"No! Run!" Egon shouted, his voice pitched up in alarm and pain. Even with the upgrades done to the current proton packs, two streams would never hold Samhain. Indeed, the spirit turned to the two teenagers and had no reaction to the throwers, other than to hold his cloak up slightly like a man bracing himself against an inconvenient rain.

The small holes that served as the jack-o’-lantern's eyes narrowed almost to slits. "Spawn of yours, Egon Spengler?" the raspy voice rang out, taunting. "Then you will see them die, before you succumb yourself."

Egon attempted to scramble to his feet, knowing in his heart that there was no way he could react fast enough, and nothing he could do even if he were faster.

Samhain flicked his hands and currents of black lightning shot out toward the stairway. The two teenagers yelped and retreated upward just in time, out of view. The stairs gained some new scorch marks but remained intact. At the same time, the whining sound of labored machinery could be heard. The open elevator that connected the first floor garage area to the second floor had been activated. Garrett and Roland stood on the platform, also in gear, and they fired at the floating phantasm as soon as the platform cleared the ceiling.

Samhain turned to face this new threat with interest rather than alarm, but as soon as his back was turned to the stairway, Kylie and Eduardo reappeared and fired once again. The ghost was caught and pinned between the four beams, and this time there was a definite reaction. A screech of displeasure filled the air.

Egon pressed a hand to his aching temple and felt a swirl of vertigo. He almost fell again, but then strong hands were around his shoulders, steadying him. He looked over his shoulder and was surprised to see Janine. "Are you okay?" she asked lowly, barely heard over the sound of the battle.

Egon wasn't sure where she had come from, but he was very glad she was here. In more dignified times he wouldn't lean against her, but he really would not enjoy another impact with the ground and now was not the time to be mulish. "We have to get packs," he panted, bracing himself against her smaller form. "Even four streams will not hold him without weakening his--"

As if on cue the specter screeched out a word in another language and the foul wind kicked up again with gale-like strength, and the tremors in the building's foundation became a full on earthquake, brief but intense. The four proton streams lost their marks as the teenage Ghostbusters scrambled to keep their footing. Garrett's chair almost rolled off the platform until he dropped his thrower to grab the brake.

Samhain's head swiveled to glare at Egon and Janine (a disturbing image, as his body didn't move to match the motion). "I will return with my army, and then you will all die in agony," Samhain promised, the haunting wail full of rage. The lights flickered overhead and then the spirit vanished, nothing but a pale mist left in the air where he had been.

The ground had already stopped shaking. Kylie and Eduardo quickly came down the stairs as the elevator continued its way down to the first floor to deposit Garrett and Roland. The four teens converged on their two mentors.

"So who was Pumpkin Spice?" Garrett quipped, looking at Egon and Janine for answers, completely unconcerned at how close they had come to complete destruction.

"Whoever it was, he shook off two streams like these're Super Soakers," Eduardo snorted, gesturing to his thrower. They hadn't met many ghosts who could shrug off their equipment so effortlessly.

"That was Samhain," Kylie cut in breathlessly, before Egon could speak. "There's a lot of information about him in the Spirit Guide. He's been worshiped since the seventh century. He's like the embodiment of Halloween."

"Yes, and one of the strongest spirits we ever had to face." Egon cast a worried glance at the smoking hole that used to be the stairwell to the basement. "We need to get downstairs and check on the Containment Unit. Immediately."

#ghostbusters #ghostbusters cartoon #extreme ghostbusters #ghostbusters fanfiction #ghostbusters fanfic #egon spengler #kylie griffin #eduardo rivera #roland jackson #garrett miller #janine melnitz #samhain #he's my fave #i luv halloween #just you guys wait til october #i'm so so sorry this ended on a cliffhanger #i want to continue it after the event is done #ghostbusters 30 day challenge

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maswartz · 5 years ago

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Power Rangers Pirate Legends Set Sail

In space there is a legend of a ghostly ship. Captained by a cruel necromancer. Captain Necruel! It is said that when his ship was damaged by crossfire during a battle a Dark Spirit appeared to him and offered him a way to live. Necruel accepted and was turned into his current form, the spirit gave him the Eye of the Netherworld to use to get vengeance…. On the way to the Empire homeworld Doc, Lewis, and Zinda make two important breakthroughs. First they upgraded the Pirate Ranger Keys so that they can still use the power of past teams (however if the original Ranger is morphed at the time the Pirate Ranger cannot use that power until they demorph). Second they create a new Ranger Key, The Purple Privateer Ranger Key.

Zinda- 29- Purple Privateer Ranger- A classmate of Doc’s from the IIoS. She escaped the attack on the school and arrived on Earth where she found work in a repair shop. She reunited with Doc and helped repair damage to the Pirate Megazord. She would go on to assist the team many times before finally gaining a Ranger Key of her own. On the way to the Stellar Empire’s homeworld after the fall of the empire Lewis and Doc created the Purple Privateer powers for her. She uses the Condor Speeder as her personal zord and it gains a megazord form. Face Claim: Naya Rivera On the Empire homeworld the Pirate Rangers raid the Empire treasury and recover all the relics and artifacts (as well as a ton of money they take for themselves… they are pirates after all) The Pirates take it upon themselves to return the relics to the rightful owners. On their first stop they arrive on Grifforzar and are approached by a winged warrior (using the Neo Griffozar suit from Kyoryu Vs Go-Bust). Upon seeing him Lewis believes it’s Goldar and pulls out his weapon. The warrior explains that the Griffors are a race of honorable warriors and that Goldar was the exception. To this day they are haunted by the shame of his crimes as evidenced by Lewis’s reaction. After apologizing the group gets a horrible surprise. Goldar approaches. He has a squad of ghostly figures armed with scythes. These are the Reapers. The Rangers and the warrior engage Goldar in battle and defeat him, when he falls a giant eye appears in the sky and shoots him with energy causing him to grow, when they defeat him once more the eye appears again and seems to absorb his explosion. This pattern continues for a while, the Pirate Rangers return a relic and are confronted by an enemy thought dead. They travel to the world of Rangers and other Heroes (The rangers are some of the teams I’ve already covered and the other heroes I’ll cover in separate files) Each time the eye appears again. Each revived monster claims they are seeking vengeance. Finally during a battle with Darkonda the Pirate Rangers meet Captain Necruel. The ghostly captain tries to use the eye on Lewis. It seems that after the hit and run Lewis’s heart briefly stopped. A situation Necruel seeks to exploit. However Lewis resists and as he does his Silver Ranger Key and his Gold Anchor Key emerge and glow and become one. Lewis uses it and the Anchor Armor descends like usual however this time his visor turns a shining silver and the gold armor becomes one with his suit. Lewis has morphed into the Golden Pirate Ranger! Necruel admits defeat and retreats leaving Darkonda to face Lewis’s new power. He presses two buttons on his morpher and to his left and right the symbols of the Green Dragon and White Tiger Rangers appear and pull back revealing the respective Rangers. With a point at the enemy the Energy Clones attack. Lewis then uses the new key to activate his Final Wave attack. Above him a golden sun forms and Lewis rises his blaster. The sun attaches to the end of the blaster and Lewis shoots the Golden Solar Blast at Darkonda destroying him. However after beating him with the DrillRex Megazord Lewis passes out. A vision of Zordon reveals why, when he uses the Golden Ranger Key he taps directly into the Morphing Grid bypassing all safeties to do so. The human body cannot handle such power for long periods of time. Upon hearing this Marvelous talks to Doc and Zinda to discuss a project to take the burden off of Lewis. On the next planet the Pirate Rangers encounter a monster made from remains of footsoldiers that the Rangers of Earth have defeated. He calls themself Legion. Legion is one of Necruel’s Gravengers. The Pirates meet the other four soon. Tatauros- A bull like gladiator cheated out of his final victory and his life. Centeen- A centaur freedom fighter betrayed by one of her followers and executed Solien- A scientist who was forced to create an artificial sun to use as a weapon but used it on himself to keep his captors from using it as a weapon. Scorpiter- A scorpion like warrior who fought when her homeland was being taken over and fell in battle. Eventually Doc and Zinda finish their project. The Red Captain Ranger Key. A battlizer for Captain Marvelous. Red Captain Ranger- An armored version of the classic pirate captain. Full of the power of the previous Red Rangers from Earth (MMPR-Bushido) With these new powers at their disposal the Pirate Rangers begin to defeat the Gravengers and continue to destroy the revived villains. Finally Marvelous destroys Legion forcing Necruel to unleash his trump card and combine the remaining four Gravengers into a massive warrior named NOTOO (anyone who gets what those four and the combined form are a reference for gets a cookie) After a fierce battle Notoo falls, realizing the time had come Necruel lures the Rangers to the Dead System. A solar system where all life was destroyed after a weapon of war went out of control extinguishing the very sun. Finally the Pirate Rangers board Necruel’s ship and defeat him, however Necruel begins to laugh. He reveals that the Eye of the Netherworld has been collecting the energy created when a monster is destroyed. This has all been for a single purpose. Before revealing that reason Necruel reveals the legend was wrong. It wasn’t a Dark Spirit he made a deal with. IT WAS A DARK SPECTER! At those words Lewis urges a quick retreat. Indeed all the energy has been collected to restore Dark Specter to life! The ghostly ship is pulled apart by the Eye as Dark Specter tears a hole in the universe to pull himself out of the Netherworld. During the long battle the Rangers have to deal with villains attempting to escape the Netherworld while fighting Dark Specter himself. Eventually they get an idea and taunt the stronger villains that if Dark Specter escapes he’ll leave them all to waste away. Enraged the dead villains turn on Specter distracting him enough for the Rangers to push him back and destroy the opening. Dark Specter falls once more. On the way back to Earth they get a call from Cody. Cody reveals that much has changed while they were gone. The satellites used to broadcast the signal to rebel are now used to allow communication across the universe! Furthermore Earth has opened its arms to alien visitors and those seeking to live on Earth. Already at least 100 have moved to Earth. There is also a plan to create warp stations in every system to allow quick transportation throughout the universe! The universe has gotten bigger and smaller at the same time. The universe is changing… ———————– Set Sail Files The Space Sheriffs Elemental Squad The Silver Spider Ultraman ———————– MISC Each Pirate Ranger (and Dresk) have their own leitmotif song Marvelous- The Pirate in Red (invokes images of epic fights on pirate ships) Dresk- Give to Gain (a version of TPIR reversed) John- The Blue Swordsman (invokes images of sword fights) Lucy- The Yellow Bandit (stealthy quick song) Doc- The Green Scientist (techno beat) Zinda- Purple Science (remixed version of TGS) Amanda- Pink Princess (starts out royal and elegant and ends more adventurous and yet still elegant) Lewis- The Legacy (starts soft at first as Lewis is unsure of himself as a ranger especially compared to all who came before him, but by the end is triumphant as he has blazed a trail for those who follow) Relationships Marvelous- Thinks of his crew as if they were his own family. Knows for a fact that John is more than capable of taking him down in an instant. John- Sometimes annoyed by the antics of the others (especially when Marvelous gets drunk) but is willing to lay his life down to protect them all. In a relationship with Amanda by the end Lucy- Has a sisterly relationship with Amanda though sometimes wishes she wasn’t so fancy about everything. In a relationship with Lewis by the end. Doc- Amused by Lewis’s reaction to most things. Felt out of place among the crew until Amanda arrived. In a relationship with Zinda by the end. Amanda- At first is disgusted by Marvelous but learns quickly that the man makes himself sound worse than he is. So is drawn to John’s serious attitude. Relieved and thankful that the crew treats her as Amanda and not as a Princess. In a relationship with John by the end. Lewis- Looks up to the Captain and John. Enjoys hanging out with Doc (he dubs him DD upon learning his real name). In a relationship with Lucy by the end. Zinda- Gets along nicely with Lewis having spent more time on Earth then the others. In a relationship with Doc by the end. Fates of the Pirate Rangers Marvelous- He travels the universe in the ship offering his services when needed (be it transporting researchers or sightseers or adventurers) Misses the crew but knows he can quickly travel to them to see them again. Eventually gives his Red key to a stowaway named Scarlet making her the new Red Pirate Ranger while he uses the armor of the Red Phantom to continue his legacy

Scarlet- Second Red Pirate Ranger- 27- An escaped slave who stowed away on the ship after the team parted ways. Marvelous took pity on her and helped her get away from her pursuers. By the time of the first Universal Union conference she’s his first mate and the second Red Pirate Ranger. Face Claim: Karen Gillian John- Becomes the captain of the guard on Momos and eventually the King. Lucy- Lives on Earth with Lewis and spends a lot of time volunteering at an orphanage Doc- Opens a repair shop with Zinda and enjoys every moment. In his spare time he and Zinda try to create better prosthetics to heal those hurt by the Empire. Amanda- Crowned Queen of Momos she appoints John as the captain of the guard, he will one day sit on the throne next to hers. Lewis- Returns to finish school (he had dropped out of college prior to his accident) Lives with Lucy. Zinda- Opens a repair shop with Doc and also enjoys every moment. In her spare time she and Doc try to create better prosthetics to heal those hurt by the Empire. Thanks to the Pirate Rangers a new age has dawned across the universe. An age of unity and peace. Of hope and possibilities. (Bios by @dream-chef-flavors and @rosegrl18) Power Rangers Pirate Legends <————-Powerverse—————> Power Rangers Biotec Busters

#power rangers #super sentai #power rangers pirate legends #kaizoku sentai gokaiger

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proxylynn · 6 years ago

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Lynchtale: File Name Game of Death #5

Chapter 5: All power, little control, some hope, but no care. WARNING: THIS IS A MATURE STORY THAT WILL HAVE BLOOD, GORE, PSYCHOLOGICAL SURVIVAL HORROR, HEAVY CURSING, AND LIKELY SEXUAL THEMES/BONING. I DO NOT OWN UNDERTALE, THAT BELONGS TO LORD TOBY FOX. I DO NOT OWN DEAD BY DAYLIGHT, THAT BELONGS TO BEHAVIOUR DIGITAL INC.. I DON'T OWN THE AU'S THAT SOME OF THE CHARACTERS COME FROM, THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE CREATORS. I DON'T OWN THE IDEA FOR LYNCHTALE, THAT BELONGS TO PUNNYSIDEUP (AKA. SANSFULPUNS). WHAT I DO OWN IS MY SELF-INSERT OC ANOMALY LYNSIE AND THE LOVE OF FAN PARODY. IF YOU'RE STILL READING THIS, THEN CONGRATULATIONS ON EITHER BEING ONE WITH STRONG DETERMINATION OR AN ENDLESS WILL TO OVERCOME THE CHALLENGE OF STOMACHING WHAT I HAVE IN MIND. EITHER WAY, IF YOU LIKE THIS AND/OR MY OTHER CONTENT, SIT BACK AND ENJOY THE ETERNAL PUNISHMENT. HAVE FUN SINNERS. ^_^ --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Do you ever have that odd sensation of floating? Like, there's nothing else, it's just space and you're simply drifting with nothing but this warm fuzzy feeling. Feels good. A nice feeling compared to the one I last felt. ...Crap. I've acknowledged this as a dream. That means I'll wake up soon and have to go back to all that other shit again. I hate that flaw of sleep. ...Oh well. Least this time I know I've died and ended up at camp. Worst comes to worst, David is sneaking a feel or Nea will hit me once I'm up. Either way, as long as I'm away from Legion then I'm fine. The last thing I want to see is that skeleton any time soon. Suddenly I feel something. A shift. Hands. God damn it, David, I will beat your ass black and blue! I faintly growl as my eyes struggle to open. "oh, look! she's waking up." I freeze. I don't know this voice. {big fucking deal. ya want a medal?} Another one? {just keep her quite. bones dose not want to be disturbed.} A third voice? Bones? Oh...Oh, fuck my life! I'm not at camp. I crack one eye open and find an overly chipper face grinning at me. And those eyes...light blue orbs with yellow stars for pupils. So full of energy and something else...something forced. His clothing, it's very similar to Bones but different enough to not be confused for him. This one has a pale blue hooded jacket that's fully zipped, the hood covering his head has no white fur around the collar. His shorts are the same color as the jacket, though the sleeves are dark grey, and he has dull grey knee-high socks. He has fingerless gloves too but are super pale blue and only the first two fingers are free from coverage. He spots light blue and pale blue sneakers. He doesn't have tape like Bones did, though he does have what looks like a long light blue scarf that's wrapped around his waist and tied into a bow on his back. Yet, of course, you can't forget the random splotches of blood that seem to make it look even better. "hello, human. did you sleep well?" Fully awake and trying not to freak out, I merely nod. It makes that grin of his stretch even wider. "good. i tried to make sure you were comfortable." Letting my senses come back, I find myself being cradled in this skeleton's lap and we are nestled by a fire pit. The fire that sits in the center of the chalet of their territory. Mount Ormond Resort. Ormond was once a small, remote ski town with idyllic slopes, but its resort turned obsolete when a deluxe ski village was built on Mount Richards less than two hours away. Mount Richards offered fresh slopes with luxurious stores and hotels, which crushed Mount Ormond's isolated, decrepit facilities. The fate of the mountain worsened when a mining project took interest in the coal present at its summit. The mountaintop was lined by explosives to extract coal seams from under it. The project caused public outrage and was stopped midway. Mount Ormond is now a soulful, deforested graveyard where gangs and teenagers go looking for trouble. Some people say that the mountain hides a darkness, a bottomless hole from where no one can return. And they aren't wrong. Legion lives here. "can you heal yourself?" Realization kicks in. I'm still injured. Of course, killers can't heal. So how have I not died this whole time? "well?" "Um...May I ask you something?" "sure." "Why am I not dead?" "oh, that's easy. you humans stop bleeding when held. so i figured i'd keep you in my arms till you woke up and do that yourself." "Oh...Makes sense." "also, you seemed cold. so i moved us over to the fire." "...Thank you." "but again, you can heal yourself...right?" "Yeah. Just...give me a moment to process this." "process what?" "The overly nice behavior. The general kindness. The attention to care and consideration. In short, and I mean no disrespect, but either you're so sweet it's unbelievable or you are trying way too hard to make me like you." {if ya call being a little bitch boy sweet, then it's the first one.} The second voice pulls my attention. Looking over my shoulder, there's another skeleton lounging sideways on a recliner and playing with his blade. But he's slightly transparent like a specter. This one, this is the killer you expect to find in Hot Topic. There is no blue on this one. Black, red, and yellow are his colors. Like a deadly snake. His eyes are wicked. Golden orbs surrounded by red filled sockets. And those teeth, it's like looking at the mouth of a shark but both bottom canine teeth are longer, protruding, and covered in gold. A red collar highlights his neck and the metal spikes add toughness. At first glance, he doesn't seem to have gloves, but he does, he's made finger-less gloves out of bandages. The jacket is black, a single red stripe runs down the length of each sleeve, the zipper teeth are like the golden fangs in his mouth, and the bottom hem has this red band with what looks like a silver bullet pattern. The jacket is also unzipped completely but form-hugging, so while you can see his rib cage he'd need to move around more to really expose it. He has matching black pants that, like Bones, he's rolled up the legs to his knees, showing off some of his tibia and fibula. The rest of his leg is covered by long scrunched black socks that can't go further than the top of the calf-high red combat boots, sporting yellow laces. Blood really shows on this guy but it matches him so well you could easily mistake it for design. As for the weapon he's playing with, it's a chained blade. One end locks it as a ring around his middle right finger in the shape of bone top, the gold chain coils around his arm to cross his back and coils down his left arm to where the bone-shaped metal knife is spinning in his left hand. "i am not! you're just a jerk!" {oooh, such strong language. ya sure showed me who's boss. *scoff* dumbass.} The blue skele-boy holding me pouts. "you're so mean." I am having a hard time understanding what is going on. Am I being punk'd? I feel like they're punking me. {your confusion is natural, human.} Oh right, there was a third voice. This one is a bit harder to find, I can't see him till he stands up behind what looks like a snack bar, apparently rummaging around for something. This one...He gives me chills. He looks like Bones yet...is off. He wears a blue jacket with a single white strip going down the sleeves, the hood is super fluffy with its furry rim, it's not zipped fully so his ribs are showing a bit, black shorts with two white stripes going down the sides, and short white socks in blue tennis shoes. His clothing is like the others, stained with blood. But that's not the scary part. It's his face. His physical appearance is what truly makes him stand out from the other. His bones appear weak as if he hadn't eaten anything for many years. His left eye glows blood-red while his right eye socket is completely black. He's got a big cracked hole on the top-left spot of his head and his smiley grin is wide and psychotic looking. The bone-shaped handle of a meat cleaver sticks out of a pocket on his left side. {we are not what your kind would see as normal.} He inspects a bottle but finds it empty and tosses it behind him into a wall, somehow not breaking it. "Not sure about that. You seem okay so far." Blue boy pokes into my wound and I yelp at his intruding digit. "please, if you would heal yourself now, it would be appreciated." "*wince* Alright, alright, sorry." He stops and I start the weird process of healing. At least with a medkit it makes sense. But somehow rubbing my hands across the injury for long enough undoes the damage. The Entity doesn't seem to understand how medicine and anatomy work. Occasionally I notice my "capture" watching this with interest. No clue if they can be taught how to heal but if possible I don't see anything bad about it. "wowzers. the hole is closing up. and all you're doing is rubbing it?" "Yeah. Makes no sense but if it works I can't knock it." Once the hole closes I do feel a bit stronger. Though the blood might take a bit longer to come to me. "all better now?" "For the most part. Sorry for the inconvenience...um..." I totally spaced on how I don't know these guys' names. I gently get off of him and rub my head like an idiot. "Sorry, I don't know your names. Just Bones. And he didn't mention you guys by name when we first met." "no harm done, human." The blue boy leaps to his feet and strikes an "I'm so cool" pose. "you may me boo." Why do I suddenly have the urge to call him boo-berry? "the potty mouth over there is chops." He points to the edge lord on the chair and said edge lord snarls while flipping us off. {piss off.} Such a charmer. "and mister doom over there is dead eye." The hungry one makes eye contact with me and after a moment of no emotion being expressed, he smiles but in an "I watch you sleep" kind of way with a slow wave hello. I force a nervous smile and wave back. His grin widens and I make a mental note to never be on that one's bad-side. "and together with bones, we make up the legion." "Nice to meet you all. Though, if it's okay to ask, where is Bones?" {that's none of your business, bitch.} {he is resting upstairs.} {mother fucker, don't undermine me in front of the meat!} Dead Eye pays Chops no mind. "after we got you here, he said and i quote...i'm so tired." {he said he was fucking tired.} "you know i don't swear." {pussy.} "jerk. you understood what i meant, right human?" I nod. "see? you don't have to curse all the time to explain things." {whatever, bitch boy.} Boo pouts and stomps his foot in annoyance. I can't help the small giggle that sneaks out at the childish act. "anyway, i bet you're wondering why you're here." Oh yeah, that is a thing. "It was a thought in the back of my head, yeah. But I figured Bones wanted to kick my butt in the privacy of his home turf." {no dice, meat. that was my idea.} Why is that not surprising even though I just met this guy? "actually, you were brought here so we could talk." "Talk?" "yes. see...we need your help." I fold my arms. "Forgive me if I find that a bit hard to believe." {you have trust issues.} Dead Eye suddenly speaks into my ear and I nearly jump into the fire from shock. This reaction has Chops laughing his bony ass off and Dead Eye smiling in amusement. Damn specter moved silently and fast for that. Boo comes to me and puts an arm around my back in comfort. "are you okay?" "Yeah. *shaky breath* D-Dude got me good. Nearly jumped out of my skin." Dead Eye's smile never falters. Yet his eye holds a stronger intent. I don't like it. {good one, creep show. maybe next time you can actually skin this kitten and we get some lady bone action.} That remark makes Dead Eye sneer. {do not call me that name. and there would be no point...} He turns away moving to examine a messy bookshelf. {it is not like you would know what to do even if you managed to get a female.} That stung Chops, he gets out of his seat and flings his blade into the shelf to make his point. {don't talk shit, freak. if you're gonna dis me, then have the balls to do it to my face!} The death glare shot to Chops is heart-stopping. {do not call me that word. you will not like what will happen if you do. this is your last warning.} Chops exchanges glares with Dead Eye before scoffing and yanking the weapon back effortlessly. {ya ain't worth the trouble.} They go about their previous activities as if nothing happened. I just look at Boo confused. "don't worry. this is normal." "If you say so." "here, let's go over there." Boo leads me away from the fire and we sit over by the stairs. Giving the other two their space. "so, like i was saying, we need your help." "Not sure how, but I'll bite. How?" "see...the thing is, when bones made that deal in the trial with you and carved our tag into you, he broke a rule set up by the others." "Go on." "um...from what i understand, he enacted claim of obsession when he cut you." "You'll have to forgive me. I know not the laws made by you guys." He rubs his jaw in thought. "if memory serves me right, the right of obsession was giving three main steps for a killer to have claim on a certain human. the first being the expression of intent to the group." "And he didn't do that, right?" "right. if anything, he did step three first then step one." "What was step three?" "leaving your mark on the target of obsession. be it mentally, physically, or emotionally." Memory has me look down the collar of my shirt. It's faint. Like stretchmarks. I can still see the lettering. "Yep. That step was achieved." "now we need to do step two. that one requires doing certain challenges when in trials with the target of obsession. that being you." I rock a bit. "So you boys need me to be in the loop and go along with this to make it easier. Correct?" He nods. "pretty much. there are no set challenges to do. the others come up with them at random. so there's no time to get ready once told what they are." "And how many are there?" "i believe there will be anywhere from three to five. the difficulty will be random as well." I ponder over this. "i must say, human, you're taking this better than we guessed." I stop rocking. "I like to think I am more excepting than most. But don't think my calm means I'm agreeing right off the bat." He puts his hands up. "fair enough. this is a bit crazy." "That and you haven't told me what I get out of this." He tilts his head. "i'm sorry?" "What benefits me in helping you? Granted, I think I know the answer, yet you've been straight forward so far and I'm hoping your nice-guy act is more real than fake." This has him lean back on his hands. He's quiet now. So my suspicion was right. This is less of a "this helps us both" type deal and more of a "this helps only one of us" thing. I guess some things never change even in this place. "honestly...i'm not sure." Okay, that's more than expected. "it's not that i'm saying nothing. it's more because i don't know. no one else that's tried claiming obsession rights has ever gotten past step two. plus, no other human has been willing to cooperate with monsters before." "No other human can communicate with monsters either, so that helps too." "true. so...are you willing to help?" I take a deep breath through my nose followed by a long exhale. "...Okay." His sockets widen. "really?" I nod. "But...I want some reassurance." "such as?" I offer my hand. "You probably have to talk this over with the others, but if we're doing this, I'd like it if we weren't just killer and target. But partners." He looks at me funny. "partners?" "I cover your back and you cover mine. Seems fair if you ask me." He looks at me and then my hand. "i want to...but..." I pull my hand back. "I get it. Baby steps. No rush here, buddy." He springs to his feet. "i'm not high up in the chain of command. i'm bottom tier." He looks over at his companions. "if they agree with you, it won't mean anything. bones is the leader. and they only listen to him." "If you're valued so low, then why give you this important job of talking with me?" He looks down at me. "because i'm the nice guy. the other two wouldn't deal with a human like this." He starts to step away. "you can stay if you want. my part is done." Well...that's a load of crap. "You shouldn't do that." He turns back. "do what?" "Putting yourself down. Because clearly, what you just said is shit." That gets his attention as I stand up. "You're more important than you give credit. You even said it yourself, the other two wouldn't have done this right. Bones trusted this to you. Remember that whenever you feel like you don't matter. You can do something they can't." His blank expression only adds to the dumb feeling washing over me for the shit that I just vomited out. I'm not sure if I've ever felt more embarrassed. Is this dumber than attempting to kiss that boy that liked me in taekwondo? Or that time I cried in sixth grade because my Digimon cards were stolen? Or during that same school year, I took choirs and sang "My Heart Will Go On" from Titanic even though I didn't like the movie? Fuck my childhood was weird. Just when my brain begins to flip the "apologize you idiot" switch I hear...chuckling? "heheh...that was really sappy. like...really really sappy." Yep. I'm a massive dork. A massive blushing dork. "Yeah. Sorry about that. It just...happens sometimes." He comes back over to me and I think he'll do something in a chummy way. Instead...he bashes his forehead into mine and I fall back into some debris. "it's a shame you're human." Trying to shove off this stuff is a pain but manageable. "*grunt* Why's that?" He smirks. "you're cute. that's why." I...I have nothing to say. I'm just utterly flabbergasted. "like i said...you can stay if you like." He walks off and I can't move. Every synapse in my brain died...and I can't figure out why. Why did he say that? Why did it affect me? Is he just messing with me? Is he for real? Why is this bugging me?! {you seem lost.} Dead Eye once more pops up beside me and I slam back into the debris. "Jesus fuck! How the hell do you do that?" He grins. {it is not my fault that you do not pay attention.} Once more I claw off this broken crap. "I take it you heard our talk then?" {i heard enough. hehe...partnership with a human? you are a gutsy creature.} I wipe some moisture off my face to find blood. Damn Boo hits hard. "I take it you don't like the idea." {on the contrary. i like the thought of having someone like you around.} And suddenly my creepy senses are tingling. "Dare I ask...why?" He comes closer. I move back. {i have been so bored...} He moves fast, pinning me back with his hands on either side of my face. {so very bored.} That eye. The hidden intent it holds, so strong and intimidating. Its gaze is paralyzing. And he knows it. {you are afraid of me. i see it in your eyes.} He leans in more. {it is my appearance. my face frightens you.} Suddenly...clear thought returns. "Actually...You look fine to me." This gets him. {wh...what?} "The thing about you that scares me is not your looks. Though it does add to it." That intensity of his dies down a bit. {then what is it?} "I can't tell what you'll do." His face is flat. Seemingly lost in his thoughts. I know not what part clicks on. But some moronic place in my head has the nerve to reach up for his face. Of course, I hesitate. Especially when his sight darts to my hand. Yet he doesn't move or say a word. Slowly, I try to touch his skull but my hand goes through him, giving off a cold sensation. An act that gets his grin to come back. {a brave move from a gutsy creature like yourself. but you should know that only one of us can have control of the body at a time.} The gears turn in my head. A sight that makes him snicker. {that is right. i am not physically present. neither is chops or bones. not as long as boo has the body. this place. outside of trial. this is the only time we can be seen outside of having the body.} Something foreboding comes to me. I should keep my mouth shut. But when have I ever done that? "Why are you telling me this?" The look of psychotic delight. Something I haven't seen outside of fiction. It's utterly terrifying. {because i want you to know there will come a time when i have control of the body. and unlike the others...} He leans into my ear. {i will not be gentle.} He backs away and loves the view of me visibly shivering. {oh yes. my boredom ends now. you are just what i need.} He leaves me and frankly, I'm not sure whether I've fucked myself up royal by agreeing to this. The saying goes that the enemy of my enemy is my friend. But with friends like these who's to say who my enemy really is? Yet what choice do I have? Either the humans that treat me like dirt or the monsters that do that too but are honest about it. Oh, what a messed up life I live. [AT THE SURVIVOR'S CAMPSITE] Tension is mounting among the humans. One antsy guy is not handling the current lack of his gal pal well and his pacing from one edge of camp to punch a tree to then do the same thing on the other side is starting to work on some people's nerves. "David, we know you're in a mood, but I don't think that's helping." David glares at Dwight. "And just what do you think I should do? Go out there with no clue where to bloody go? Did you really think I 'adn't thought of that when she fuckin' ran off?!" "Ease off him, man." Meg stands up for a trembling Dwight. "We get it. You're pissed. But you don't have to unload on Dwight..." Dwight feels respect. "He's got enough issues as it is." Well, that lasted all of four seconds. A new daily best. "Lil' grrl, don't tell me 'ow to vent. If I wanna rip that shrimp a new arsehole, then I'm gonna get loud and tear into him like fat fucker at an all you can eat joint." "Please don't." Dwight utters with the confidence of a man strapped into the electric chair with less than a minute left on the clock. "Yeah, please don't." Claudette mutters now broken from her thoughts. "Can we not turn on each other? It's only playing into the Entity's favor." Jeff adds while poking a stick into the everlasting bonfire. "The way I see it..." "No one asked you, Nea." Bill cuts Nea off. "All I'm saying..." "Shut it, cunt!" "Fuck you, cockney bastard!" "You wanna go, bitch? Come on then, let's 'ave it! I don't give a shit if yer a grrl. I'll kick yer arse just as hard!" "Whoa! Whoa! Slow down there. There is nothing that makes hitting a woman okay...Unless she's possessed by a demon and trying to devour your soul." Ash attempts using reason. "Wait...What if a woman has killed one of her children and is about to kill the second? Are you telling me it's still wrong to hit her to save the child?" Jane questions things, as is her talk show nature. "Uh..." "Stand down, Ash. There is no right answer." Adam pats Ash's shoulder. "It's a vicious cycle. Women want to be treated the same as men yet still want to be treated differently when it comes to certain things." Ace states with a shrug and earning glares from every female around him. "Oh don't even try to shame me. You can't tell me you want the same crap guys don't get away with but you do." "Name one thing we women get away with but guys don't." Kate demands and Ace tips his shades. "Flirting to get free stuff." "...Name two things." "*sigh* I hate my gender." Min groans into her palm. As dumb as this exchange was, and continued to be as some keep it going, it did do one thing well. It's made David not want to fight Nea. Though...It's made David leave camp to fight something else. Something that will last longer than annoying bitch and get some pent up emotions out. [AT MOUNT ORMOND RESORT] Since Boo gave me the option and I figure it looks better for me to do so, I have remained at the lodge with the four of them...well...three due to Bones still resting upstairs. I pretty much stay around Boo because he seems the most stable. Chops I'm unsure of. He's got attitude and a smart mouth, but he doesn't seem to want to bother with me. I'm cool with this. Dead Eye, however, I wish he'd stop eyeing me and making me uncomfortable even while he's across the room. Right now at least I can do something rare...relax. Even if it's short-lived. Being able to lounge by the fire and chat with Boo is refreshing. With David, he'd be hitting me with yet another flirt or one-liner or random story that makes him seem so cool. But Boo? Other than calling me cute one time he's been normal. Sure Boo's stories kind of involve the murder of the others at camp, sometimes getting the other two to add their own comments, yet it just comes off as common as someone talking about a pleasant day they had. I guess a bonus to this would be learning how they tend to attack in a trial. Who knows? It could pay off later. "so what do you think? was i unfair?" "Heck no. All four had flashlights and were blinding you every second while pallet bashing your skull. The ones you caught deserved being hooked." "so i wasn't being too harsh?" "Not at all." Chops scoffs. {bet ya wouldn't be saying that if you were on the hook.} I shrug. "If I'm being a turd, by all means, call me out and hook me. I won't complain about how karma works." {not even if you're right outside the gate and then get whacked?} "Hmmm...Maybe I'd be a little salty over it. But if you caught me than I wasn't giving it my all in the first place. So it's my fault." {...i can't tell if you're fucking with me or not.} {she is not.} Dead Eye interjects. {and how the hell would ya know?} {simple...what reason would she have to lie?} Chops opens his mouth but then rolls over in his seat. {yeah, whatever.} I look at Boo. "Is he always so cheerful or is this an off day?" Boo covers his mouth as he snickers. "no...heh...that's just how he is. you get used to it." "If that's the case, how do you know when he's really mad if this is his norm?" "easy...he doesn't talk when that mad." Note to self, if Chops isn't willing to talk than get the ever-loving fuck away from him. "but don't worry about it. only one human has ever made him that mad before." I bet it was Nea. "Do you know who it was?" {it was that jackass with the rose tattoo behind his ear. mother fucker thought it was funny to shove firecrackers in my pants when i got pallet stunned. heh...i sure showed him a thing or two.} Wait...David? For real? "What happened?" The tone in Chops's voice carries the ring on smug satisfaction hidden on his likely grinning face. {when i got him on the hook...i spilled his guts. the bastard learned to not pulled anything stupid like that shit again.} And now this feels weird. Thank god they have no clue about me being close to David. Otherwise, I think they'd be a lot less cool with me. {ya wouldn't pull any stunt like that...} He turns enough to give me a look. {would ya, meat?} I throw my hands in the air. "Dude, I get wrecked just doing basic junk. I ain't no masochist." I hardly see the faint smirk he gets before ignoring all life again. {smart meat. that's new.} "i think he likes you." "Better that than hating me." "and dead eye really likes you." I really wish he didn't. "How can you tell?" "i've never seen him smile so much. see?" Boo points and I crane my neck to see the monster in question looking at me like I'm a happy meal. Why? Why do I pull in such things? There's a sound not made by any of us. The sound of a doorknob being turned and squeakily opened. It's gotta be Bones but this confuses me as, if he's not physically solid, how can there be inaction with physical matter? Astral projection of the soul maybe? More Entity bullshit? Such thought leaves me once he leaves the room and peers out over the railing. The dark blue glow of his eyes in the shadow of his hood is spooky in a cool way. {boo...} "y-yes?" Poor guy is rattled. I guess Bones really does hold a lot of power. {did you do what i asked?} "yes, i did. and she said she'd go along with us." Pause for thought. {...then why is she still here?} Reasonable question. Yet not reasonably answered. Why, brain? Why you make me do stupid things? "Gooooood morning, bonehead." The others look at me as if I'll be shot. Bones just looks indifferent before slowly descending to the ground floor. {again...why are you still here?} "Nice to see you too." He glares. "i told her she could stay if she wanted. it's not like there are more trials for this feed cycle." Feed cycle? Is that how they measure time? {go back to your camp.} Okay, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. "What's wrong, buddy? Did you have a bad dream?" I ask sincerely. But Bones growls at me. Boo is worried. Dead Eye and Chops are intrigued. {go away.} I turn to Boo. "Did I do something wrong?" Boo readies to speak but quickly hushes himself. His eyes darting away in submission to Bones' leer. {you've agreed to help already. you have no other business here. so get back to camp with the rest of the humans where you belong.} Where is this hostility coming from? "Bones, I..." {just go!} I feel it...That pain of being used only to be discarded. Well...No more. I refuse to feel that again. I take Boo by the hand and begin to take him with me as I head outside. This doesn't go without incident from a fast-moving Bones. {what the hell do you think you're doing?} "If you want to be cranky, fine. Boo has the body and if he leaves the realm then you can't intimidate him into being quiet." {the hell is wrong with you, woman?!} "Me? What's wrong with you? I haven't done anything wrong. Yet you're being a dick for no reason." I can only imagine what the faces of the others look like as I keep eye contact with Bones. {i'm being a dick? you're the one dragging him into this.} I freeze. Déjà vu smacking me hard. Flashbacks to my parents arguing leading to the divorce. I release Boo's hand in shock. "I'm so sorry." He doesn't say a word. He just slowly goes back inside. {now go. we'll contact you when needed.} He follows Boo but... "Bones..." He didn't have to. He could've kept going. But he looks back. "Don't do this. Tell me what's wrong" {we have nothing to talk about.} Time to feel awkward again. "I'm sorry." His attitude lessens slightly. {you're sorry?} "That stuff I said...you know...before you started kicking my ass. I didn't mean to say that shit." I rub my arm shyly. "I don't know you or what you've gone through. It was a bitch move made at the moment to just lump you among the other jerks that mess with me. Can you forgive me?" Now he's the shocked one. {...you're serious?} I nod. {...the hell is wrong with you?} Well, that went as fine as I figured. {i kicked you within inches of death over some dumb remark and you're apologizing to me?} I merely shrug. "That's the gist of it, yes." I can't tell if the odd look he's giving is made in confusion or disgust at my ineptitude. {you are by far the oddest human i have ever met.} I merely give a weak smile. "I prefer quirky." He sighs and shakes his head. I take it as my cue to leave. But I have one last bit to say. "You know...You could've just asked." {huh?} "This whole thing with bringing me here and having Boo tell me about helping you with the obsession rights. You could've just asked me and I would've listened." He looks elsewhere. {no you wouldn't. not after the crap i pulled.} I step a bit closer. "You don't know that." {*scoff* you're telling me you'd give two shits about helping me after being stabbed?} "Dude, I get why you did it. The others were pushing your buttons and you snapped. It happens. I don't hold it against you." He gets in my face. {do you think this makes us cool? that telling me this will do anything?} I shrug. "Just being real with you. It's the foundation of any real trust. And if we're to work together in these trials..." I offer my hand out to him. "I'd prefer being on the level with my partner." He just stares at it. I may have pushed this on him too soon. {i can't shake on it.} "I know. Dead Eye already freaked me out about the whole 'not really here' thing. It's more of a symbolic gesture." The mention of Dead Eye seems to bug him yet it's ignored. {no, i mean, i can't shake because how do i know i can truly believe you?} I give him a flat face. "Dude...I could've run away at any point and told you lot to piss off. After everything, I'm still here. Trying as no human has. I've helped you once before. Can you truly say you doubt me?" The longer he avoids eye contact the more it strangely hurts. "Bones..." He finally looks at me as my other hand is placed over where he cut me and say what he wants to hear. "I belong to Legion." We remain like this for some time. Just staring at each other as words sink in. Suddenly...I feel it. A slight cold sensation on my hand as he takes ghostly hold of it. {your life is mine...lynsie.} I smile. His use of my name, something easily forgotten by most and replaced with nicknames, feels so unnaturally amazing. Wow, I'm pathetic if that's all it takes to win me over. Acknowledgment. It's all anyone wants. "Now and forever." {gay!} Chops shouts from inside. "Look, I know it's girly and cliché as fuck. But I ain't taking it back, edgy boy." There's quiet. {the fuck did ya just call me?!} Bone's snickers. {ignore him. i swear he gets off on attention.} "So...Are we cool?" He rubs the back of his head. {for now. i guess.} "Then...I can stay? Just a bit longer?" {why do you even want to?} This has me looking at the ground in wariness. {you're not sure they'd take you back even if you're like this. right?} Bones is right. There is no guarantee. I'll probably be let back in the campsite but I won't be trusted. They know the danger I am and now...now they know I will act on it. There won't be trust. Only suspicion on when I'll turn. When I'll kill any of them for just agitating me the wrong way. There will be a few that might be willing to overlook this danger. Yet it'll never be the same. "Yeah." He looks at me and then heads inside. {do what you want. just don't be annoying.} It's a small step. But every adventure starts with one. [IN THE SURVIVOR'S FOREST] Things aren't going well for David. Wandering the woods in search of a killer to take his frustration out on has not given him the satisfaction he craved. In fact...he's gotten himself lost. Resulting in only more building annoyance. Any sound triggers him to go attack it. A lot of ridiculous assaults on shrubbery and attempts to catch crows. One miserable pointless action and failure after another. All of which culminates in him beating his fists into the ground till his knuckles bleed and threaten to leave the cover of flesh. "Arrrgh! This ain't fair! It ain't! You can't do me wrong like this! A more than decent bird shows up in this 'ellhole and what do you do?! You make 'er into a fuckin' monster!" lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub... "Piss! Piss on all of it! Do you hear me?! PISS!" lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub... "Give 'er back, damn it! Give 'er back to me!" lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub... "She's not a monster! She's not yers! She's mine!" lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub... *LOW-PITCH YELP* In his fit, David failed to keep his guard and alertness up. Forgetting that some monsters have the skill of Undetectable in their power, a skill that keeps the Terror Radius and Red Stain from being, well, detected. While surprised, David sees enough to size up this opponent. The odds aren't good. It's Shape. "*wince* Oi! Fuck off, you flamin' tosser!" Shape, of course, says nothing. He swings his knife with his large range and David has to Dead Hard to get out of the way while negating any hit that might have happened. The chase begins. One that won't last long in his current condition. There are many monsters David has no trouble taking on. But this one? Even the most hardcore fighters know there's no shot of victory in tussling with something that doesn't give in to pain. As his spine begins to chill David grits his teeth in hate. Not at the monster about to cut him down. Nor the Entity for tangling a good thing in his face. No, he hates himself for being unable to do anything. He couldn't hold on to her. He couldn't help her. He couldn't keep his head straight. He couldn't be stronger. And he couldn't outrun the inevitable. *LOW-PITCH YELL* Add being face down in the dirt to the list of things he hates. "Just get it over with. I was bleedin' lost anyway." Shape looks down at him and shrugs, picking David up by the throat before plunging the knife up into his chest. With every fiber of his being wanting to live David beats on Shape's shoulder and tries to pull the knife out by pushing on Shape's wrist. Sadly for David, Shape is far stronger than he'll ever be. Shape pulls the knife out to then thrust it back in with more force, enough for the blade to go through bone to pop out his back. Massive internal damage takes its toll instantaneously. David's eyes roll back into his head and Shape discards the limp body as if were a toy cast aside by a bored child. To camp he shall go and alone he shall remain. [AT MOUNT ORMOND RESORT] I've made up with Boo by letting him play with my hair. I'll regret it later due to knots, but it makes him happy. So far he's been trying to braid it while I sit on the floor in front of him and when his fingertips scrape my scalp I try hard not to purr at the pleasantness of it. Though he often has to remind me to lean forward as I subconsciously lean back into him. Bones and Dead Eye don't seem to care about this friendly display. But Chops? He has some words about it. {getting awfully cozy with us, aren't ya?} Bones told me to ignore him, so I do. He glares. {bitch, don't ignore me.} I keep my eyes to the ground until he storms over and kneels to be in my face. {ya don't want to piss me off, meat. ya won't like being on my bad side.} Don't say anything stupid! For the love of God don't be stupid! {well? say something!} "chops..." {stay out of this. this is between me and the meat.} "I have a name." {*scoff* like i give a shit.} "Is that what your reflection said when you looked in the mirror?" A chill not from the snow enters. Chops' sockets widen. And I know mistakes were made. {did ya just...} {hey, chops, why not go outside and ice that burn.} {heh...nice one.} Bones and Dead Eye adding in only makes it worse. Chops gets a little flustered but is super mad now. {think ya can start shit and get away with it? nuh-uh. ya don't want any of this.} He cracks his knuckles and I mentally kick myself. What did I get sucked into? {your family tree must be a cactus. because you're a massive prick.} Oh...Oh damn. {come on, meat. try me.} I really don't want to. But with eyes all on me I feel forced. I tap Boo's leg. "This might get nasty. Sorry for the words I'm about to say." Boo stops. "Alright then...*ahem* The only way you'd ever get laid is if you're rammed up a chicken's ass and wait." Chops is surprised. {hmmm...seems the meat is going to give you a bad time.} Chops snarls at Bones's comment. {the hell she is...they broke the mold when ya were born. one retarded defect is bad enough.} A bottle is thrown across the room. {dis off!} Bones is more into this than he should. I guess I should get my head in this game then. "You're the reason the gene pool needs a lifeguard." {your gene pool needs chlorine.} "That insult was about as dense as a black hole." {karma takes too long. i'd rather just beat the shit out of ya now.} {oh snap!} Bones is acting like a hypeman. It's hard to not laugh at his enthusiasm. "It's better to let someone think you're stupid than opening your mouth and proving it true. Case in point..." {of course i talk like an idiot. how else would ya understand me?} "I'd like to see things from your point of view, but I can't seem to get my head that far up my ass." {ooooh!} At this point, Boo and Dead Eye are now an audience to this wacky show. {i guess ya prove even god has a sense of humor in making mistakes.} "Stop trying to be a smart ass. You're just an ass." {if ya really spoke your mind, you'd be speechless.} "Shock me by saying something intelligent." {why don't ya slip into something more comfortable...like a coma.} Bones gets in close. "If I wanted to kill myself I'd climb up your ego and jump down to your IQ." He then jumps up like a firework. I motion for a timeout. "Dude, is he okay?" {*sigh* he gets this way sometimes. makes him look like a fucking psycho.} Bones stops and puts his hands in his pockets before whistling innocently. I shrug and we resume. {so how'd ya get here? is there a zoo missing their exhibit?} "Did a thought cross your mind? That must've been quite the arduous adventure." {it looks like your face caught fire and someone put it out with a hammer.} "I wasn't born with enough fucks to give to that weak insult." {i don't really think you're stupid. ya just have shitty luck when it comes to thinking.} "Roses are red, violets aren't blue. I've got five fingers, and the middle one is for you." {if you're gonna be two-faced at least make one of them pretty.} "If you're the pretty one. That means I'm the smart one." {calling ya an idiot would be an insult to stupid people.} "The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it's still an option." {i could explain why you're dumb, but i don't have the time or crayons.} "I thought this was a battle of wits. So why are you unarmed?" {the only thing that would ever fuck you is life.} "If life did fuck me, it would still do a better job than you." Chops growls at that line. I'm beginning to suspect he might have issues there. I feel bad about it. "Sorry. I didn't mean..." {i wouldn't fuck ya if ya were the last vagina in existence. in fact, i'd fuck myself before ever thinking of doing ya.} Okay...Don't push that button on him ever again. Best take this battle of words back into silly town. "You're about as useful as tits on a pigeon." {i'd call ya a cunt but you're not warm or deep.} That one stuns me for a second. Not that it hit hard but more like it made me think about it. "Huh...Never heard that one before. Bravo. Very creative." He smirks smugly, his mood getting better. {heh...had enough yet?} "Maybe. Honestly, this is kinda fun. But I think I still got something that might get you." {then bring it on, girly.} "Alright...You're so inbred that you're a sandwich." That one makes him pause. {what...the fuck?} "I know. That one's weird compared to pigeon tits." {it wasn't bad. it was just...} "Confusing?" {yeah.} "My bad." {screw it. i'm ending this now before ya say something else mood ending.} "That's what she said." My playful finger guns are met with his disinterested scowl. {don't ever bother playing hard to get. no one will ever want ya. period. and i ain't insulting ya either. i'm describing ya. ya miserable pile of unwanted trash.} Ouch. Like...OUCH. He saved one hell of a bomb for last, a dang nuke. There's no recovery for that. "Dude...That's not funny." {ah what's wrong, meat? did i hit a nerve?} He doesn't sound spiteful or sarcastic. Calmer than anything else. It's odd. {gotta say...ya got some good game. better luck next time.} He gets up and goes off somewhere. I'm still too devastated to pay attention. I turn to Boo who has a pitiful expression. "that was just uncalled for." "Did I upset him? I said sorry." "as mean as that was, i think he didn't mean it. he sounded...nice." "Still..." Chops' verbal lashing hit hard. Cutting deep at insecurities I don't like to acknowledge. "I should probably go. I've bothered you guys enough." Boo pouts. "do you have to?" {i thought you could not go back?} Dead Eye comments as he looks out at the snow blowing inside. {yeah, she's kind of screwed...} Bones plops down in a chair. {not accepted on either side. a killer to the humans and an oddity to the monsters. there's no middle ground for her to walk. in other words...she's boned.} I hate this. He's right. And the feeling I was hoping to forget comes back. Being stuck and unable to move. Like I'm a puppet on strings that are suddenly cut and I can no longer function. It scares me. "so...she's staying?" {if she's smart she'll stay. be a waste with those worms.} {dunno. that's on her.} {it begs the question...what are you going to do, human?} I feel my heart begin to speed up. I'm beginning to freak out. I've never had panic attacks. But this feels like it. Rapid, pounding heart rate. Trembling or shaking. Chills. Hot flashes. Chest pain. And a growing headache. Boo being behind me doesn't like this. "um...guys? she's not doing so well." Now they're all looking at me. This attention. It's adding pressure. I can feel it. That surge of power. That corrupting influence boring into my being. The Entity is getting to me! {she don't look so good. like a nut about the crack.} {boo, get ready to switch control when i say so.} They watch. They just watch while I grip my head and try to keep control over this demanding force. This feeling of being internally detached from everything that I am. I'm losing it. I'm losing this battle of control and it's terrifying. My throat is squeezing itself yet I'm hyperventilating noises like a frightened beast. I can't take it. This stress...I can't take it! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! {is she gonna change?} "guys, i'm freaking out!" {shush. just wait for it.} This time...It feels different. Probably because this was done out of trial. I feel the stretching of my bones. The extending of my nails. The contortion of certain parts. And the heightening of my senses. Yet the thing that doesn't have much feeling is my mind. It's numb. Uncomfortably numb. Like dizziness or faintness. Whatever you want to call this dull tingling in my brain. This transformation doesn't seem to phase Bones all that much. The others, however... {holy fucking ass crackers!} {so...this is what nurse got to see?} "*uncomfortable* d-do i move? am i safe?" I don't move from my spot. Being brain numb makes me slow. Simple. More prone to impulsive action than complex thought. But I'm not mindless. Just a little dull with no objective like in a trial. *SNAP-SNAP* Bones snaps his fingers and gets my attention. {come here.} I'm hesitant. Mostly because trying to move from a flat sitting position with altered limbs is like a baby deer crossing a frozen pond. I end up crawling and even then it's not graceful. {look at you...pathetic.} I'm taken back by his sudden tone. {you have no idea how to control this power.} "This is my second time." {in the same day and not by choice. you're letting your emotions get the better of you and that's what the entity preys on. you need to control this power and not let it control you.} My gaze is cast to the ground with a weak whimper. "don't do that." I look back at Boo. "he isn't trying to make you feel bad. if left alone and you do this a few more times, you probably end up being some simple animal. the entity doesn't want animals. it wants beasts. monsters. things that think as well as kill. and failed killers are cast into the void." "But...I don't want to kill. I don't want to hurt anyone." {then get your ass ready for the void. ya can't say no to the entity. bad shit happens when ya do.} Chops makes a point. {consider yourself blessed, human. the others would not be so willing to aid you like this.} Dead Eye says his thoughts. {true. if we were like the others, we'd turn you over to the doctor and have him figure your power out. he likes to be hands-on with all things he finds...interesting.} There's this melancholy tone in Bones' words. Did...did something happen to them? {but i already told you once...i'm not like the others. and you're not like them either. you're a misfit.} He mimics me from earlier, offering a hand out to me. {lucky for you, you're among fellow misfits. that and...well...} Bones' eyes shift awkwardly as if embarrassed to say what he wants. {you're...kind of okay...i guess.} I remember this side to him. That soft easily flustered side that came out when I made him blush. "Hey..." I get his attention. "Do you know the band most skeletons like?" The randomness of that puzzles him and the others. "Spinal Tap." I can see him putting that together in his head. Once he figures it out, the guffaw that leaves him is loud before he covers his mouth. The others are less quiet. Especially Dead Eye which surprises me. {*muffled* heheh...oh my god...that was so bad...} "Then why are you laughing?" It takes a moment for them to calm down. Though now that I think about it, Bones had a hard time keeping himself normal during some of the insult jokes. Maybe he has a thing for bad puns? "*coughs* okay...okay. *sigh* no more jokes. this is serious time now." I nod. {now...show me your soul.} I go blank. {don't give me that look. just do as i say.} "You've seen it already. Don't make this weird." He blushes and goes to slap me...but he's intangible and has no effect. {*huff* why do you always have to make things awkward?} Aside from thinking he has a weird thing for my soul, I still don't know how to make it come out. "i don't think she knows how." {geez. talk about a clueless woman.} I growl at Chops who flips me off. {damn it...this is more annoying than i thought.} That has me confused. How much of this did Bones plan? {i can help.} Like looming doom, Dead Eye stands ominously behind me and, even in this form, I tremble. My sudden shift in demeanor has Bones doing a double-take of looking at me, then the pleased looking Dead Eye, and then me again. {what did you do?} Dead Eye doesn't take his sight off me. {nothing.} {i thought i told you not to interfere.} {and i did as told. i did nothing.} Dead Eye's voice is unnervingly calm and the look on his face, his eye partly closed mixing with that sly Cheshire cat grin, doesn't exactly make him seem like he has good thoughts in that cracked skull of his. {i can get her to produce her soul. all i need...is the body.} My eyes widen along with his smile. His earlier words come hauntingly back to me. {because i want you to know there will come a time when i have control of the body. and unlike the others...i will not be gentle.} That primal part of my brain that handles the fight-or-flight response is spamming the "GET THE FUCK OUT!" button but my legs seem to be suffering from a connection error and not receiving the signal. Bones reads the room and smirks. {when i say stop, you better stop.} Connection error fixed...PANIC ENGAGED! "No! No! No! No! No! No!" Shoving off the floor, I bound for the closest way out. As luck tends to go for me...This is a fail. "*roar*" I'm stopped dead in my tracks by the sudden addition of a blade in my back. {i'm not the kind of guy to dole out advice. but here's something to remember...} I wearily cock my head to look back. Only to see a very solid Dead Eye directly behind me and still clutching the meat cleaver that's just inches shy of my trembling spine. How does he move so fast?! {never turn your back on dead eye.} I expect the cleaver to be yanked out and another strike to quickly follow. I should know by now not to expect things to go by normal logic. Dead Eye pushes onto the weapon and kicks the back of my knee, forcing me down on all fours. I'd reach back or kick like a mule but he's still pressing his might on that blade to the point it starts touching bone, so any move I'd make will result in losing balance then eating the floor. "gutsy creature, thinking you can run from me. i wonder..." A second sharp pain comes to my side as he thrusts his sharp phalanx tips into the soft flesh and digs them in deep. The howl of anguish as he claws into me is excruciating. "just what do those guts look like?" His intent is clear. I'll be disemboweled if I can't produce my soul. I'd think this was a bluff if he wasn't starting to pull on the chunk of me in his grasp. {you know how to make him stop.} "*seething* I don't know..." *CRACK* One of my ribs gives way to the cleaver's pushing and I lose my shit. Wailing like a banshee in sheer hell. {not so rough. she's no good to us broken.} Dead Eye lets the cleaver go, keeping it where it rests in me and grabs my neck to cease my writhing. The skin begins to tear as he pulls further on my side. I know not which will happen first, changing back to being human or passing out from the pain. I hope for the latter. "do keep this up. i have not had so much fun in ages." "*whimper* Please...stop..." "if you insist." And he does stop...by ripping that chunk in a single fast pull. The only good thing is that it's just flesh and muscle, any deeper would result in some spilled entrails. Two things happen at this moment. One, I feel so much pain that it overloads my system to the point it stops hurting. And two, due to the insane amount of adrenaline flooding me this causes some parts to be confused as to what to do. Case in point, I should be uttering some sound of hurt yet I'm silent but also crying...and my soul pops out thinking I'm dying which is entirely possible. The obvious shimmering heart doesn't go ignored. Dead Eye snatches it and just like that, I'm feeling awful once more, collapsing on my side. I feel paralyzed. Only my eyes work. "i told you i could get her to show it." {don't think ya can brag. any of us could've done that.} {you're lucky this even worked. you weren't supposed to interact with her at all.} "you are welcomed." Bones groans. {*huff* just show it to me.} {oooh...pretty.} {too many bright colors if ya ask me.} Boo and Chops get to see the odd mass of clashing colors. "i see why you wanted to look at it now." {yep. it's just as i thought. burning scars and blisters of light.} {*gasp* it's entity-touched.} {yeah...and by the looks of it, it's been touched a lot.} "what do we do with it?" {give a moment. maybe it'll heal on its own.} {that's retarded. you're retarded.} {you don't know that!} Chops and Boo quarrel as Bones and Dead Eye share annoyed looks. {we're surrounded by idiots.} "agreed." Dead Eye fades out and Bones becomes solid. "had enough fun already?" {...for now.} Dead Eye looks at me than the soul. {you will want to put her back together soon. that wound will not heal if she reverts to being human.} Was that...pity? Huh. Maybe he's not so bad. "got any ideas on lessening the entity's touch?" To that, he shakes his head. {you already know who might have the answers.} Bones sighs. "true. just...it's not going to end well." {neither would be letting the entity consume more of that soul than it already has. dealing with the doctor is a small price to pay compared to letting the entity have its way.} Bones rubs a hand across his skull as if moving it through invisible hair. "i hate it when you're right." Bones takes the soul before he comes over to me, kneeling and putting the torn chunk of flesh back where it came from. "you're not going to like what needs to be done to you." All I can do is blink a couple of times for a response. Putting the soul back is like putting a metal fork in an electrical socket. It jump-starts my body. The damage inflicted by Dead Eye begins repairing itself. Yet he hasn't let go of it. "*groan* What are you doing?" "if i let go now you'll change back. right?" I want to say nothing. But...that's not how trust works. "*wince* If I'm hurt enough while changed, it makes me shift back." "figured as much. you won't heal as a human. not with this much damage. as a monster, you can at least regenerate." This feels so uncomfortable. Sure he has a point and being this way is allowing my body to repair itself. But him holding my soul while I'm this weak feels about the same as being naked with four dudes are just staring at my goods. After some time, my rib reconnects as the shade of the cleaver is pushed out and my side is now one piece again. When he deems me healed he releases my soul and they watch these changes to my body reverse. Bit by bit. Bone crunch after loud pop. {stars...that has to hurt.} {if that shit happened each time we switched body control, yeah, i'd fight to prevent that crap too.} I force my upper half up but I'm wobbly. "talk to us, girl. what's wrong?" I try to shake this feeling off. I was mentally dumb as a monster. Now I'm lightheaded and tipsy. "Groggy. Like fog is filling the space in my skull." "need anything?" I shake my head slowly. "Nah. Don't trouble yourselves over this. I just need a moment." "good." Well, that was quick. Bones grabs me and carries me over to one of the sofas. Plopping me down a bit rougher than needed. "get some rest. you'll need it. once tomorrow's trials are done, we have to go pay the doctor a visit." I visibly cringe. "Must we?" "do you want to end up in the void?" "No." "then you're going." I roll over and do as told. Not much else I can do. I hear Bones leave me. Perhaps he'll find something else to do. {don't worry, human. the doctor won't kill you. at least, not intentionally. the dead can't be studied here.} {bitch boy, ya suck at pep talks.} {stop calling me that.} Chops snarls but is made silent. They both are. Suddenly there's a chill dancing on my neck. Like slowly moving fingertips. {you will behave for us tomorrow. right, human?} Damn it Dead Eye...Why are you so fucking creepy? "Y-Yes." {good girl. do not make us regret showing you mercy.} Fuck my life. I'm tired, cold, in pain, and just sick of it. I just want to shut my eyes and forget where I am. Even if it's only for a little while. To lose myself in unconsciousness. It's the only escape I have.

#undertale #dead by daylight #Lynsie #Anomaly #lynchtale

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The Great Ex-Aid Rewatch: Ex-Aid & Ghost, part 04

Last time? My ears were grievously injured by way of four transformations running at once. This time?

FIGHT TIME.

The five riders and bugsters stand opposite from each other in the abandoned office, before Hatena – the only proper bugster here – warps the three scientists and legend riders off into game stages, leaving Ex-Aid, Ghost, Zaizen, and Hatena behind.

LETS DO THIS!

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At CR, Akari wakes up, and insists on going to see Takeru. To be fair, when she asked where he was, Onari said that ‘he’ll be back soon, don’t worry’, which… well. It’s Takeru. She knows that means he’s gone off to do something reckless. Again.

After a moment, Poppy gives in, and supports Akari as they head out. When the door opens, Makoto and Alain are standing there. How they knew where the CR basement was is beyond me, but whatever. I’m fairly certain that, given how poorly off they were last night, they are not supposed to have left their room.

Also, Makoto needs to wear that jacket less often, because the high collar doesn’t do him any favors. A plain black t-shirt is a much better look for him, if you ask me.

The entire group heads out.

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MAJI KA? MAJI DE! MAJIDA! SHOWTIME!

Kamen Rider Wizard faces off against a group of Dragon Knight Hunter mooks, cycling through his four base forms – Flame, Water, Hurricane, and Land.

The only form that gets to show off any of its elemental skills is Hurricane, though. Flame is basically just his gun, which he isn’t even using; Water requires the Liquid ring to show it’s power; and Land is a physical offensive/defensive boost. Hurricane, however, gives him cyclone-powered flight, which Haruto briefly uses here.

Once he’s taken out the mooks – albeit with no defeat explosions in sight – Doral steps forward, saying that it’s time they settle this. They trade punches, as the tv-size cut of “Life is SHOW TIME” ends, transitioning to

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DON’T SAY NO! JUST LIVE MORE!

Kamen Rider Gaim faces off against a group of Giri Giri Chambara mooks, cycling through his base-level power ups – Orange, Pineapple, Strawberry, and Banana. He gets to show off their special weapons – Orange’s sword, Pineapple’s flail, Strawberry’s kunai projections, and Banana’s spear.

Okay, so Banana is technically supposed to be KAITO’S base form, and Kouta used it literally twice before this – once in the show, and then once in the Gaim summer movie. But since Kouta actually uses the spear like a spear, and his other ‘base level’ form is the Watermelon mecha, I think we can allow this.

Once he’s taken out the mooks – with plenty of defeat explosions in sight – Giril steps forward. He sends out a banana-shaped energy attack (Gaim had very weird attacks) which she slices through while charging, as the tv-size cut of “JUST LIVE MORE” ends, transitioning to

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(kickass instrumentals) Ameagari Break Cloud sukima-kara

(Okay, yeah, Surprise Drive doesn’t quite fit the pattern of the openings starting off with strong lyrics, does it?)

Kamen Rider Drive faces off against a group of Gekitotsu Robot mooks, cycling through his first few forms – Type Speed with Max Flare, Type Technic with Rumble Dump, and Type Technic with Road Winter. The Steering Sword makes an appearance before Type Speed gets upgraded to have literal fire powers. Technic gets in a crushing shoulder-check to show off its physical strength before it gets upgraded with a drill. Technic gets to show off the sharpshooting abilities with the Door Gun before… hnnnnn… before he gets bascially a giant fan on his chest that freezes the enemies. Like, okay, Road Winter has a cool ability, but it looks so dumb in use.

Once he’s taken out the mooks – all of whom were frozen and shattered – Robol shows up, falling out of the sky to attack, as the tv-size cut of “SURPRISE DRIVE” ends.

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Ex-Aid versus Zaizen, and Ghost versus Hatena.

This fight is going to be… tricky to detail, to say the least. It switches between sides quite a bit, so I’m going to divide the details between them. If tumblr still let us use the horizontal divider, I’d have a lot less trouble, because I could have used that between full scenes, and the series of dashes here. But noooo. No, I’m using two sets of dashes between full sections, and single sets for this. (sigh.)

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Ex-Aid manages to get a few hits with his Gashacon Hammer, but they don’t really do much, before Zaizen (technically ‘Genomes’ right now, because he’s in full bugster mode, but I don’t really think it matters that much for him) delivers a painful kick that sends Ex-Aid backward.

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Ghost is up against Hatena. He is not doing well.

He gets pushed into a concrete wall – denting it – by Hatena using his staff as a blunt object, before getting flung through a corrugated steel wall some distance away. He leaps out of that, transitioning from base ‘Ore’ mode to Musashi, which lets him get a few slashes in. But those are deflected, and he’s sent flying through… hopefully the same concrete wall as before.

I say hopefully, because that would mean it was already weakened from the impact before, and that he didn’t whole-ass crash through an intact wall.

Being knocked out of Musashi, he switches to Edison, firing off an electrically charged attack from his gun… which gets basically deflected via the ‘slice the shot in two’ method, exploding off to either side of Hatena, but leaving the bugster unharmed.

Unharmed, and laughing.

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Ex-Aid grapples with Zaizen for a bit, before backflipping away to upgrade to Gekitotsu Robots. Aside from Drago Knight Hunter Z, which he can not use on his own, this is the only upgrade Emu has right now. Fortunately, it gives him a robot-powered fist, and his punches are enough to stagger Zaizen backwards. Using a Flash energy item lets him blind Zaizen long enough to launch a Critical Strike finisher. Since he’s using Gekitotsu Robots, this takes the form of a literal rocket fist.

I may not like the design for the Gekitotsu Robots armor, but damn if it doesn’t have a cool attack.

Zaizen is knocked back, but is far from down. “Now… time to complete the operation of death!” He charges some sort of power, and fires an array of blue lasers.

Ex-Aid is blasted to the ground, and Emu lies there, groaning in pain.

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Ghost has managed to switch into Boost, but it doesn’t seem to have helped at all. Not by how his punches and kicks are still being deflected away by the significantly bulkier Hatena, and Ghost doesn’t even get to fire a shot with his second gun.

Takeru has two sword-guns, and this one has sunglasses. Ghost is a trip, weapons-wise.

Hatena shoots first, and the resulting explosion launches Ghost forward, breaking his transformation as he falls. Takeru hits the ground, rolling and clutching his Eyecon Driver G. It’s a struggle for Takeru to push himself to his feet, but he manages, slams the driver to his waist, and transforms into Grateful.

Skipping the direct conflict, Ghost goes straight for the finisher, launching himself up for a ‘Mega Omega Formation’ rider kick. Hatena responds by firing blasts up at him. The main one – shaped like a question mark – collides directly with the kick…

And knocks him out of the air. Ghost’s transformation breaks very high in mid-air, and Takeru has a distance to fall to the ground.

He’s Takeru when he hits the ground, rolling backwards head over feet, and it’s an even greater struggle to push himself upright this time, as he holds the Infinite Eyecon. “Not yet…”

He stumbles as he pushes the button to activate the eyecon. This is a one handed activation, and he’s losing balance.

Every movement sounds like it hurts, with the little grunts of exertion when he activates his driver. When he steps forward as Ghost. When he activates the finisher.

As Hatena says, he is very persistent.

The Enjoyment Strike finisher is met with an attack of Hatena’s own, resulting in a beam-o-war. A very brief one, though. Hatena’s attack pushes through, possibly pushing Ghost’s finisher with it, and Kamen Rider Ghost has his Infinite transformation shattered.

Glaring daggers at the laughing Hatena, Takeru staggers forward, step by painful step. We see quick cuts of his friends as they make their way here while he speaks. “I’ll protect Akari…” (Akari being supported by Poppy) “and the human world…” (wider shot, with Akari and Poppy being joined by Alain with Onari and one of the monk trainees, and Makoto with Kanon and the other monk.) “I’ll fight to protect them all!”

There’s the sound of a heartbeat as Takeru clutches at his chest, in pain and determination.

Hatena fires an attack meant to finish the fight.

Right before it can connect with Takeru – there’s not enough time or distance for him to dodge – the Nobunaga eyecon pulls him inside.

Nobunaga – one of the legends that generally sticks with Makoto, mind you – says that Takerus resolve to keep fighting has inspired him, and it would be an honor to fight alongside him. The Nobunaga spirit sort of… merges with two others that are apparently also in there? Look, Ghost lore is weird, nobody really understands how these powers work, so this might as well happen.

He (they?!) release Takeru back into the wild, where he hurriedly grabs the upgraded eyecon as Hatenas attack connects.

Emu, watching – this has all clearly happened very quickly – yells for Takeru. As far as he can tell, Takeru’s just gone up in flames.

The fire and smoke clears, and Kamen Rider Ghost stands there, in his Tenkatoitsu Damashii form. This one draws power from Oda Nobunaga, Toyotomi Hideyoshi and Tokugawa Ieyasu.

As he starts fighting back against Hatena – properly fighting back, finally – B.A.T.T.L.E G.A.M.E starts playing, and I switch to the RTA subtitle track, because that one actually includes the lyrics in the corner.

The first volley of attacks is from his own sword in it’s double-ended form, all of which connect. Then he pulls out Specter and Necroms guns, and it’s just nothing but explosions as far as Hatena can see.

––– –––

Kamen Rider Wizard, in his Flame Dragon form, is doing damn well against Doral. He pulls out the Drago Timer, and goes into All Dragon mode, which lets him dive bomb Doral. Haruto gets wings in that form, in addition to the claws, tail, and fire. Area donut-lover gets to fly.

After landing, he pulls out a silver and diamond ring.

Infinity, Please!

With one Shining Strike axe-blow –

Game Clear!

Doral is defeated.

–––

Kamen Rider Gaim, in his Lemon Energy form, fires a volley of arrows at Giril, before he goes into Kachidoki Arms. After pair of attacks from his battle flags (Gaim had very weird attacks) and the DJ Gun, he pulls out a ‘key’.

Kiwami Arms!

With an attack from the combination of his sword and gun –

Game Clear!

Giril is defeated.

–––

Kamen Rider Drive, in Type Deat Heat, delivers some devastating fire punches to Robol. (I hate Dead Heat’s helmet so much… it’s just bad, guys.) He goes into Type Formula, and zooms past Robol, presumably hitting him as he goes. Not like we can see, we’re lucky to get a blue and yellow motion blur before he fires the Formula Cannon. After firing, he pulls out a minature version of his car – and also summons his actual car.

Type Tridoron!

With a powerful Rider Kick – and I feel the need to point out that Shinnosuke is basically wearing his actual car as armor right now, so there’s no need for majorly flashy effects for this attack –

Game Clear!

Robol is defeated.

–––

B.A.T.T.L.E G.A.M.E comes to an end, and I mourn the ending of such an awesome song as I switch back to the Excite sub track.

––– –––

Back at the warehouse.

Zaizen drags Emu up by the back of his shirt, before punching him in the stomach and holding him up by his hair. “To think that the high schooler from back then would become a Kamen Rider…”

Emu, of course, has absolutely no idea what he’s talking about.

Ghost – Takeru, now, since I don’t have to worry about form changing anymore – yells at Zaizen to stop, and rushes him. Zaizen responds by hurling Emu bodily away, so that he lands on his back after flying several meters. Takeru goes to fight Zaizen directly, and makes the mistake of grabbing his arm.

Tenkuji Takeru long since gained the ability to see into peoples souls, into their memories.

He did not, however, gain control over this ability.

–––

An operating room.

Zaizen, in medical scrubs, with decidedly non-standard equipment.

The subject of the ‘operation’, unconscious, with a helmet presumably monitoring his brain functions.

We can finally see his face.

Hojo Emu, age 18.

–––

“What – was the one you operated on six years ago – that was-?!”

If Zaizen had expressions in this form, he’d probably be smirking. “Oh, so you could read my memories, eh? That’s right. Hojo Emu was the first in the world to be infected with the bugster virus.” He turns to look at Emu, who’s lying on the ground, making pained noises, before turning back toward Takeru. “He’s Patient Zero for the game disease!”

Hatena knocks Takeru away, re-engaging him in battle, as Zaizen goes towards Emu, who is pushing himself to his feet. I’m not sure Emu even heard that last exchange between Takeru and Zaizen.

“I just don’t understand it… why go so far for one measly patient?” He keeps hitting Emu, tossing him back down to the ground.

“Because I know that when Tougo thinks about games…” Emu tackles Zaizen around the waist, but gets thrown back down again. He stands back up. “He smiles like he’s having the best time of his life!”

…I think Emu’s going to need to replace that coat. I don’t think that the dirt will come out, to say nothing of the bloodstains it keeps picking up whenever he gets thrown somewhere new.

But regardless of how trashed his outfit is, of how incredibly beaten up he is, Emu will do anything to make sure his patient can smile like that again.

Somehow, because who the hell knows how bugvisors are supposed to work, Tougo forces himself to at least semi appear from the one he’s trapped in, saying he’s sorry, he doesn’t deserve this kindness, he’ll do what he’s asked to from here on, but please, save him – he doesn’t want to be a monster!

Emu, who is far too nice, says that of course he will. Its his duty as a doctor, after all. Everything’s going to be fine.

Zaizen calls Tougo a disobedient rat, and pulls him fully back into the bugvisor.

He then proceeds to stalk over to Emu, and kick his legs out from under him, knocking him to the ground.

He stomps one foot onto Emu’s shoulder, and holds the other down with one hand, reaching into Emu’s coat pocket, taking out the Mighty Action X gashat.

“I’ll make you suffer… just as deeply as I have!” He activates the gashat, with Emu trying in vain to reach for it, before slamming it into Emu’s driver.

Then he pulls out the proto-gashat for Mighty Action X, activates it… and, laughing evilly, slams it into Emu’s driver.

A cloud of purple pixels appear from the belt, mostly off screen, but most of what we see is purple lines coursing along Emu’s face. (Wizard fans are not okay right now.) They look like circuitry, almost, flashing along him as he thrashes in pain.

“You can stay banished in the Game World for eternity!”

There’s more crying out in pain and thrashing, before Emu manages to glare at Zaizen, who’s been holding him down throughout this.

Emu’s voice takes on a dual tone – like there are two people speaking at once. One of them is decidedly not Emu… but it’s not who the ‘other option’ should be, either. I don’t think it is, anyway. “I’ll change Tougo’s fate…” The lines change from purple to orange on the right, and blue on the left. His voices take on a deep, growling tone, as his eyes glow. “…with my own hands!”

He blasts Zaizen off of him with a burst of orange and blue light, and sort of… pulls himself upright. Like a puppet, almost.

This is absolutely terrifying!

Knock knock, is there anyone home? BECAUSE EMU SURE ISN’T! Not with how he stares at the camera, his eyes glowing, lines etched into his face.

The two gashats rise up out of his driver, one glowing orange and the other glowing blue, before he snatches them out of the air as they fuse into one large gashat.

He triggers the button.

Mighty Brothers XX!

He smirks a little as the wind blows his hair back, but it’s gone when he actually transforms, just leaving his expression dull and vacant. His voice echos through the warehouse, toneless and ominous. “Transform.”

There’s no flair to the “level two” transformation, and he looks down as the single Pink Ex-Aid divides into two halves, and then reform into two Ex-Aids.

Zaizen’s reaction, “What just happened?!” pretty much matches that of everyone watching this for the first time, whether it be in theaters or even already having seen Mighty Brothers in show! THIS IS TERRIFYING!

“We’ll clear this with no continues.” Both Ex-Aids speak at once, still in an eerie monotone, moving in an exact mirror match to each other.

And I do mean mirror. This isn’t the ‘co-op play’ that Mighty Brothers will use in show. Every motion is one-to-one matched between them.

Takeru, back with Hatena, turns to see this, and basically decides that it must be fine, because at least Doctor Emu’s not screaming in pain anymore, and he’s… er, they’re kicking the bad guys ass. Not that he says that, of course, but you know. It’s the general sentiment.

Going back to his own personal battle, Takeru finally manages to get a proper, full finisher in on Hatena, using his Sunglasseslasher and Deep Specters Deep Slasher.

Game Clear!

The two Ex-Aids launch a finisher of their own, two charged Rider Kicks in their respective colors. Making and landing these kicks is the only time they don’t move simultaneously.

Zaizen is knocked down, finally, having dropped the bugvisor. Orange and blue arcs of electricity spark from him before he is engulfed in flames.

The Ex-Aid’s eyes are glowing as they pose in front of the explosion.

Game Clear!

–––

With Team Ghost (and special guest Poppy), Akari suddenly stops, and the bugster virus leaves her system.

–––

Tougo reforms out of being yellow specks of data (because this might as well happen), and Takeru goes to catch him as he falls, unconscious.

The two Ex-Aids… sort of nod, or make an affirming sound, before dissolving. LITERALLY disintegrating! Completely! Also, something interesting I never noticed before is that the orange one turns into orange dots of light, while the blue turns into squares – like, the border of a square, just the lines. There is no overlap in the shapes – both of them are exclusive. The lights spread out, before rapidly coalescing into pink boxes, that then become regular Ex-Aid.

Regular, pink, very definitely only one person in here Ex-Aid, who is very confused right now.

“Huh? What was I… just doing?”

“You don’t remember…? You just saved Tougo.”

Emu doesn’t remember the last part of this battle at all. I’m pretty sure he barely even remembers Takeru getting his new form. And Takeru’s not saying anything, because nope no nuh-uh, this is not his business, he’s not supposed to really interfere with the new guy, that was terrifying, and if he doesn’t remember, then that’s probably for the best!

–––

Ex-Aid and Ghost – both in their base forms now – set Tougo down outside the building as Drive, Gaim, and Wizard approach. They thank them, and the three Legend Riders say that it’s what they do – they’re all Kamen Riders. If they need help again, they’ll all be willing to fight together.

–––

Emu and Tougo are walking as Poppy catches up to them, and goes to support Tougo’s other side.

Uhhh… Poppy. I hate to tell you this, but I’m pretty sure that Tougo was actually the one helping Emu walk. Any limping there was being kind of tired on Tougo’s part, and Emu being barely able to stand without the armor. Yes, Tougo’s arm was on top of Emu’s shoulders, but he was decidedly more upright than Emu, and it’s not a height thing.

Team Ghost rushes past them to Takeru. Everyone is so glad to see that the others are alright.

The sounds of a heart beating can be heard as Takeru takes a step forward–

and cuts off as he drops in slow motion.

Someone at Toei just loves seeing Takeru suffer. Probably the same one who has them keep putting Emu in situations where he’s grievously injured. This movie has both.

As Emu desperately tries to revive Takeru, the others are stunned into near silence. Akari’s approaching an emotional breakdown, and Onari tries to tell Emu to stop. They can’t do this again, they can’t go through all of this again, it’s not working, so please, that’s enough.

Emu doesn’t stop, refuses to, and Takeru begins breathing again.

Emu says that he couldn’t let Takeru die again, he’s a doctor, after all. Takeru thanks him, saying that he’ll take care of his life.

–––

We enter the ending credits, with “Hikari” playing.

Haruto sits on a rooftop, having one of his trademark plain sugar donuts. (We do not find out if he actually got to finish it for once.)

Shinnosuke gets a surprise baby shower from his coworkers. Literally everything is blue, much to his protests. He and Kiriko haven’t actually found out if they’re having a boy or a girl yet, come on, it’s too soon! One of them points out that he’s already got a name chosen, and he can’t find a response for that.

Kouta and Mai, seen from the back, are enjoying the scenery on their Helheim planet, because keeping the forest around was totally not a mistake. Not like they shouldn’t have, I don’t know, at least tried to eliminate said forest with their god powers? (Gaim was weird and Kouta’s a moron.)

Tougo actually interacts with his classmates for once, showing off his game in action, instead of ignoring them to work on it.

Alain, Makoto, and Kanon head back to the Ganma World, waving goodbye to the rest of team Ghost. Takeru and Akari smile at each other.

Hiiro has a slice of cake – one with oranges on it.

Taiga looks up at the hospital, and walks away. (It was nice while he was able to be back there – no, stop it, Hanaya, you’re done, you don’t need them…)

Kiriya lounges on a random roof, leaning against a wall. He puts on his sunglasses and smirks.

Poppy has apparently installed an emulator on her arcade console, because it’s supposed to be her apartment and she’s currently playing Pac-Man on it.

Emu tries to do his job as a pediatric intern, but the small child he’s with has other ideas, and runs off. Emu tries to pursue him, but trips over his own feet and goes flying.

The credits end…

–––

And we see Dan Kuroto’s desk, the proto-gashats and bugvisor safely back where they belong. He got some very valuable data from Zaizens actions.

Parad, holding a Pac-Man gashat, smiles. They’re getting closer to the day that their puzzle’s finally finished.

They both turn to look at a monitor, which has the start screen for Perfect Puzzle. (Parad’s smile drops once Kuroto has his back to him.)

See you next game.

––– –––

And that’s the Ex-Aid & Ghost film complete!

Most of the analysis stuff I could say, I’m pretty sure I already have said in the previous three segments.

The elephant in the room, of course, with regards to the early appearance of Mighty Brothers XX is ‘Was Parad There?’

In-universe and in real life, when this movie came out, nobody knew who Emu’s Bugster was – this was the first confirmation that he was infected. That there was some sort of foul play at hand in his ability to be Ex-Aid. Before, there had only been suspicions and hints.

But that second voice, right before Emu shoved Zaizen off of him… there was Emu, yes. But I’ve been going back and forth between that scene and the stinger, and I can not, for the life of me, tell if that was just an echo effect or if they actually laid Parad’s voice over Emu’s.

It’s definitely just Emu when he’s transformed – “We’ll clear this with no continues” is two copies of his voice at the same time, with a slight echo in amidst the complete lack of emotion.

Parad might be here to help form the extra body, but… in practice, there’s nobody home right now.

Of course, to this day, we have no idea how Mighty Brothers usually works, since there was a point when Emu was using it against Parad regularly, so it couldn’t have been him forming the second half, but… it can also be used to split Para-DX from Perfect Knockout into two copies of himself, one each in Perfect Puzzle and Knock Out Fighter…

So! This! Is a good movie! I really like it! Raises a few questions, like how does the Mighty Brothers gashat work usually, and how do Eyecons work, but it’s not like those are new!

SEE YOU NEXT GAME!

(Or next Zi-O. Hopefully we get subs for 48 soon, I’d like to be able to actually go on tumblr…)

#kamen rider ex aid #kamen rider ghost #sailorcressy says #i should come up with a liveblog tag #*terrified screeching re mighty brothers*

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