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Monologue

I have learned life never quite works how you'd think it does. It always seems to be a bit of a gamble every time a choice is made that trickles down and interacts with every twist and turn. The gains of people spinning and colliding before parting ways. While the world and everything on it always goes round and round till the end and everything settles.

Then after a while it turns around ready to begin again. I often wonder about all of those pathways, places to emerge and interact and gives us the chance to be here together.

I think if those were to happen in near infinite ways and within those changes would we still find each other? Would we still be friends or would we be more ? Would we be strangers passing briefly in our paths or enemies sworn to kill each other in a fight we can't seem to escape from?

I'm uncertain about what my preference would truly be. I carry no omnipotent knowledge if any select time or spot would change our circumstances to what they are.

Nor I quite know if this set of scenarios would ever happen again. If they do I only hope we gain the wisdom to advise a path that would cause less strife in our midst.

Then again where would be the fun in that? Where would be the joy in discovery of all the answers are found? I suppose we'll just have to wait and find out.

(not sure what this was just wanted to see if I still got it in waxing poetic I guess. Hope you enjoy.)

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Karmor Personality Head cannon.

This is an I've had for a while would be that K is grade A sassy menace. I'd love to have him be this outward appearance to be a sweet quiet person.

But if anyone other than that bird brained sadist got a peak into Karmor's head or he'd regain the ability to talk would have to deal with witty quips and one liners left and right. Also jokes and references so many references to pop culture that only really make sense to him and maybe Mahatma.(He's still a bit of a nerd lol)

Some lines for you

• " You smell worse than the zombies. Only they have the excuse of being dead"

• "Really me quiet? Wow it's almost like I cannot speak ,you absolute tool."

•" Is there another option? Preferably one that doesn't end up in our untimely demise."

Idk I'd think that would be hilarious to have the others react to that more often.

Please let me know what you think about this and what would be some of those one liners.

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Hey y'all here is another one. It's slightly based on the last episodes angst bits with some light head cannon seasoning. Hope you enjoy it.

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Approaching Storm

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Karmor's expression went from fear then morphed into confusion then betrayal and walked away quickly from the scene and past the people coming in. He was able to get to a space in Doc's office and sit on the ground.

He looked at his hands a bit shaky and still feeling the stain on them.

He thought back to that moment unwillingly. The static ,the voices, the music all so familiar yet so distant. It wasn't him not at that moment ,it couldn't have been ,he was there present in the medical wing one moment and then nothing until Hipswtich pulled him away.

Hipswtich... he'd never believe the mute even if he did try to explain everything. He'd shot Albus for seemingly no reason. Maybe anger? He gave the blame to K for killing the target with no room for him to explain anything.

Karmor tried to account for his actions in the moment and balled his fist at the lack of finding any of it.

Why?! Why couldn't he remember anything but that damn static? Could Crow pull his connection away and take over? No...He couldn't have... could he?

His eyes stung with tears of frustration while he sat hunched and thinks it over. It was overwhelming the emotions and information he'd been given. It was hard to breathe with all of his thoughts crushing down on him. He sat still on the floor of the office trying to will himself to do something .

His hands were too damn shaky and his mind still looping to write anything coherent and he'd doubt he could get anyone to not interrupt him if he tried to clean the space he occupied with them.

The soft sound of thunder rumbled snapped him out of his thoughts. The baseline of an incoming storm. He paused at the familiarity then remembered the words Crow said" There's a storm coming."

A warning of sorts, more so a threat that hissed out of Crow when K survived and won the duel. 'One of the gifts he gave for not dying like he wanted,' he thought bitterly.

The promised danger was slowly approaching in an inevitable fashion, similar to the dark clouds rolling on Maya's skyline. He and the others he's unintentionally dragged into this mess are going to have to endure whatever it was whether they liked it or not.

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BvZ Rant/Theory

Warning: To my knowledge this is NOT cannon.

But there is something to be said about how suspicious L.A.I seems(London Academy from the fourth episode flashbacks/static moment.)

Anyone else pick up odd vibes from them?

The letter that information came from seemed to indicate that due to a parental result that their child needed to be evaluated. (With probably more than the psych exam we were shown)

Perhaps looking for something hereditary and if so then for what exactly?

Potentially a privately funded experiment that may use a feature in a valid subject genetics to maybe trigger compliance and force obedience. Using a high profile boarding school as a cover and base for tests on children.(Adults with no children who graduate from the program could potentially become caretakers for future cycles.)

That seems to have a familiar sense to Sub Delta. When subjects were chosen with a specific trait in mind. (Also perhaps the Mafia but we don't have much on them.)

Since almost all records were destroyed with Earth, it would be curious if some recovered notes from The Academy projects were able to survive. Possible to inspire another slew of testing to help fill out research on partial notes and records.

It could be possible to have L.A.I inspire one or even multiple projects of inhumane nature to help "train" candidates.

Now if we infer that Karmor and or Crow was a part of that original project. The case could be made that they could've been a before to what would become other projects like Sub Delta.

Another small note and possibly would be due to only having a limited pool of subjects like the triad ,only using bastards, would stunt progress and give minimal successful cases. However, the Mafia having more selections of people would contribute to advance their methods beyond prior information.

I could be wrong but that's just my thoughts on it.

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Hey I don't have a story quite ready just yet but I figured I'd share some of my head cannons for my version of Karmor.

Pic: Pinterest (edited by me)

* He came from a small town before being transferred to L.A.I.

*He has massive amounts of scar tissue from internal damage.

*His ability also has a bit of a cool down period. The bigger the change the longer it takes to fully recover. Altering reality back to back often has ill effects.(Fatigue and headaches).

*His hands do shake after static episodes and after a large use of his abilities.

*He has slight marks to his skin from his ability that are geometric (think of palladium poisoning from Iron Man 2 ) and often light up bright blue when using it. It crawls up his arms and more shows up the more he uses his powers depending on how large the change is.

*The journal he was given by Doc is leather bound with lined paper. He has orderly notes of accounts with possible theories/ explanations in the margins.

*Has to remember to not write down his nicknames for each of them.

*He's also known to do pen flips when he's in deep thought.

* He has a bit of a knack for discovering or rediscovering skills he has. One of these would be he's rather well proficient at tech. Interacting with and or repairing it. (Can hack but doesn't get much of a chance to do so.)

* Surprisingly good at bartering and is often brought along for in person restocks when skill is discovered by the others.

*Another skill would be sketching things. Not likely to win any art shows in his eyes but he is rather decent at obtaining likeness of different subjects. It's quite useful for additional communication.(Will do little sketches of the crew especially Hipswtich. He will get picked on by mainly Albus when caught.)

* He can fall asleep just about anywhere and be somewhat comfortable. The gang has tried looking for him only to find him in a rafter or another odd spot.

* He has a habit of cleaning as a way to help process information. The gang finds it odd (mainly Albus lol) but doesn't stop him.

I'll probably add more to this but that's all I got for now.

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That Funny Feeling 3/3

•( Remastered Edition)•

Part 1:

Part 2:

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It was a warm afternoon with the sounds of colliding metal into the target that was set up. Albus wasn't necessarily in needing of training but it at the moment was what kept him sharp. It was something he developed out of habit when he was still human. After a few more good movements he felt confident as he sat on the back step of the building. He felt the light, almost cooling breeze affect the area as it swept up light amounts of the sand and carried them off and bent the minimal amounts of the plant life. He turned to witness the scenery and caught a glance at the space next to him. It was empty like it usually was but there was this feeling clawing at him, the twinge of forgetfulness.

He shook it off, stood up and stowed his sword. He smirked slightly then warped himself to a new location.

The location in question being a distant simple stucco building just outside of the stretch of roads. It had a bountiful garden of local plants and carefully curated pathways.

Outside of the building there were two figures. One being a tall and modestly dressed woman and the other being a small child who was playing around with a wild carefree attitude.

He observes the pair carefully and catches himself staying far before slowly approaching. Kerano had an awestruck expression that made Albus pause his stride. That feeling made its way back into his mind. Something is missing ..but what? What could he possibly be without? He looked on before changing his mind and warping away before the pair noticed him.

When he arrives at the tavern where he sat at the bar counter with a sigh. He takes in the light bustle of faces and the buzz of the voices and music that almost blurs together. The bartender comes to him to ask what he would like even more out of courtesy due to Albus being a regular. His instinct makes him almost order water but he pauses before saying it. That was odd.

As far as he remembers he's never ordered that ever. He feels a sense of confusion and still that god's damned twinge of forgetfulness emerges sharper and begging to be given attention to for just a moment.

He is almost tempted to follow that thought process. However, he's learned better than to chase after what's not automatically present. He pulls his classic mask of a smile and orders his usual order. He has a sense of regret for pushing the thought aside as the bartender walks away but he knows that'll most likely be gone by the third round.

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That Funny Feeling 2/3

•{Remastered Edition}•

Part 1:

Hope you enjoy

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Mahatma  strolled through the bustling market district list of items needed in hand. Just a few supplies to tide over until they had sufficient funds for a proper restock. 

He grabbed some new graphite filament for his notes and was about to check out when he spied a leather bound notebook.

It was a rich brown with a leather strap to bind it, it was rather simple and small enough to stow it conveniently in a pocket. He feels the soft leather and the decent quality of paper, he swears that for a moment he caught a glimpse of notes written in a orderly precise manner before he blinked and it was gone. 

He had a feeling to purchase it but before he could decide Attila cuts in” You have plenty at home. You don't need another one.”

After he paid the shopkeeper he walks in the direction of home with the sudden flash of notes on his mind. Before he knew it he'd accidentally wandered into a snack food stall. 

He convinced himself to look at the chocolate section much to the dismay and wavering protests of his other half. He glances at the different types and chuckles slightly and feels an unfamiliar sharp bittersweet feeling warm in his chest. Doc paused and searched his mind for the memory connecting the feeling in vain.

This caused confusion for Attila as well but grumbled out a “move on.” Doc exits the market slowly as if it would fix the seemingly non existent gap in his memory. 

 It's this mental exercise that occupies his thoughts when he travels home. He greeted the others also absentmindedly while he sorts his purchases. After that task he sits at the office with a sigh. 

He looks out of his doorway at the almost empty storage room they have in the back wall of the building. With this glance that feeling returns with a bitter tang of emptiness. It is one that seems sad so much so that Attila feels it too albeit less so. It is this feeling that tells him the room should be filled. 

By what? Another thing, another person? It takes a moment but he shakes it off and pinches the bridge of his nose ,head aching from overuse.

“I should really get more sleep.”, he comments  with a sigh before turning back to his work. 

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Here's a remastered version of a few instances in which I feel the gang would feel Karmor's absence if he were to erase himself from their lives to "fix" everything Credit for the idea from a Tumblr ask : insertgoodnamethere

That Funny Feeling 1/3

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Hipswtich had a habit of cleaning his guns often even if they hadn't been used in a while. It was something he picked up in between jobs, it kept him occupied when Doc and sometimes Albus was asleep.

He was just about done with the small arms until he became aware of a pistol. It seemed familiar, not like any other ones in his collection. He picked it up and noted how small it was in his hand and looked like small stars etched in the handle. It seemed like any other pistol but he couldn't shake the sense it was important.

His mind whirled trying to place the conspicuously distinct piece.Maybe with Sensei practicing with the real thing? He carefully cycled through the memories of their time together and shook it off as that model wasn't out when they were together.

He moved on to the present people in his life. Doc? No Doc doesn't do guns even when Hipswtich insisted. And it was almost laughable for Albus to consider a pistol much less a gun at all. He would move on hesitantly but still put the gun out on display with the more favorite weapons he had.

Later in the day he'd just been walking from the bounty office after cashing in a bounty and taking in the town's quiet late night ambiance. It was surprisingly clear and he took note of the stars over Springrock.

It took him a moment but noticed a constellation and turned to point it out to someone but stopped as there was no one with him. He paused, perplexed at the instinct having the action circling in his mind as to the reason.

The air for that moment is empty and he feels as if there is the absence of company more than he had before. Why? Why was this space so present now? He was fine on his own for years but now it all feels colder somehow. After a moment he kept waking home. Maybe it'll make more sense there.

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First writing post on Tumblr! This is just a little thing I've been messing with. I love the BvZ series. It's a little bit of angst but I hope you enjoy it.

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Preface: This is NOT CANNON this is based purely on my own head cannoned version of Karmor. This is an idea of a will-like letter that would have around if Karmor had decent amount of prep time to get his affairs in order and set precautions and insurances to aid the BvZ crew. 

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Title: In case I don't see you

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Hello,

If you are reading this I'm most likely either incapacitated, missing or dead. I don't quite know how this all will go down. If this goes well I'm hoping I can be able to come back home but based on personal experience it very likely won't. So in that case I'm leaving this as a way to say my last words to all of you.

Doc, you have been a great friend to me and helped me become able to keep track and communicate with my progress with an ease I would have not done without you. I don't think I can truly express how much that means to me. There is a recent letter of recommendation in the envelope accompanying this letter in which is an opportunity to become reinstated in the medical field along with it is a starter grant to help with any expenses along the way. Along with all the notes and research I have taken while in your company. I know it's not much but I hope it is a start in you being able to help in a more official capacity. Keep doing what you do and I know you'll do great things. 

Albus, you are one of the bravest people I know of. You care about so much even if you never let it show. You are a good man and a great friend please never forget that. It has truly been an honor to know you. I have been able to secure an already sent record of an approved report of your return to a private recipient with ample evidence. Think of it as my way to make amends. However If there's anything I want you to take one thing away from this and it sounds more simple than it is. I want you to believe in yourself. Believe in your capabilities and what you can achieve even if it seems impossible. If you can do that and truly in your core have faith in yourself, I truly believe you can do anything. 

Hipswitch, you have come to mean a lot of different things to me seemingly all at once. A friend, a mentor. But to be specific you have come to mean far more than anyone I can and possibly will remember. You are the reason I lived through day one in this world I found myself in. You are my hope, my peace and most importantly my love. I have a feeling you didn't quite know and It feels cruel to put this here in what could very well be my last words. Yet it would be crueler to not include this into it. I love you and I have almost at the very start of this crazy journey we've had together. You have given me more than I could ever return in kind. The rest of the contents excluding Doc's letter and notes are yours. You have a good heart who deserves to be loved and cared for even if it isn't with me. I truly hope you find all that you want out of life, My Starlight.

I know that it has been a wild turn of events which with how this all ends will most likely lead to more of them. And I know I might not be there to help with the aftermath of everything but I also know and trust that you will have each other. I have done all I can in a material way to ensure that this change,if any, will be as smooth as possible. I hope this becomes more of a see you later than a proper farewell. However, I have to prepare for the worst. I hope to see you again in this life or perhaps the next one.

Live well my friends,

Karmor 

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