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( ooc ) Since it’s 2022, I’ve made the decision to finally transfer this muse of mine to my multi-muse blog! I simply don’t have the time and energy to be active in three blogs at the same time. For the sake of keeping all my faves active, it’s better to keep them in my bundled multi-muse. 

Sorry if I didn’t answer any IMs and such! If you’d like my multi-muse to follow yours, feel free to like this post since I’mma keep my multi-muse lowkey. ^^

This blog is now an official archive to all the memories I’ve made and am thankful for since 2016. 

Again, thank you for everything and keep yourselves safe and healthy! xoxo

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( ooc ) Since it’s 2022, I’ve made the decision to finally transfer this muse of mine to my multi-muse blog! I simply don’t have the time and energy to be active in three blogs at the same time. For the sake of keeping all my faves active, it’s better to keep them in my bundled multi-muse. 

Sorry if I didn’t answer any IMs and such! If you’d like my multi-muse to follow yours, feel free to like this post since I’mma keep my multi-muse lowkey. ^^

This blog is now an official archive to all the memories I’ve made and am thankful for since 2016. 

Again, thank you for everything and keep yourselves safe and healthy! xoxo

[gdhm-tnk]

( ooc ) This post is applicable for this blog as well!! Feel free to like if ya want to keep on writing with my Gundham muse on my mu-mu :D Thank you for sticking around! <3

( ooc ) Since it’s 2022, I’ve made the decision to finally transfer this muse of mine to my multi-muse blog! I simply don’t have the time and energy to be active in three blogs at the same time. For the sake of keeping all my faves active, it’s better to keep them in my bundled multi-muse. 

Sorry if I didn’t answer any IMs and such! If you’d like my multi-muse to follow yours, feel free to like this post since I’mma keep my multi-muse lowkey. ^^

This blog is now an official archive to all the memories I’ve made and am thankful for since 2016. 

Again, thank you for everything and keep yourselves safe and healthy! xoxo

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a small tribute to the supreme overlord of ice!

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( ooc ) quietly gasps… tomorrow (in my timezone) is gun//dham, my favorite boyo’s, birthday : 0 <3

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( ooc ) happy birthday, best boyo gundham tanaka!!! 💐🎉🎂❤️ 🐹

( ooc ) quietly gasps… tomorrow (in my timezone) is gun//dham, my favorite boyo’s, birthday : 0 <3

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( ooc ) quietly gasps... tomorrow (in my timezone) is gun//dham, my favorite boyo’s, birthday : 0 <3

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@dokitm​​:

YOU UGLY, STUPID CRYBABY! how dare you  question whether the breeder held true meaning behind his words?! such were the inner voices scolding an anxious girl though mikan seemingly tried hard enough to bury those habits. there’s vast improvement knowing there’d be weird suggestions she’d offer for forgiveness.  ❛ uuu… i-i wasn’t doubting you, tanaka-san. i-i do know that! i really do! it’s just, um… m-m-maybe you.. sniff, m-mistook me for someone else. after all, who would want to s-spend time with a clumsy slowpoke like me? a-aaah, i-i’m sorryyy, i did it again! hyeeeh… ❜  whilst there were few slip ups which she took to consideration,  ( you desperate bitchlet, why do you even try? nobody will forgive you, go and die for everything you’ve done to appease your ‘beloved’ who never loved you in first place - ),  anybody could notice the shift. even slowpokes like mikan knew there’s no point dwelling in guilt nor drowning in her own tears. what’s in the past stays there but all the remnants could do, to cut ties with enoshima junko’s venomous bite, is push forward thus creating their own path to the ambiguous future.  

despite knowing the despicable deeds she justified with ‘love’ will stick until her final breath, the former ultimate nurse chose to leave it behind even if it’s proven difficult. the comatose were given another chance of life after experiencing hell in neo world program, of course the previous role would be abandoned. perhaps it was hajime’s influence but she digresses. the road to redemption not just for the world’s sake but oneself has only begun, after all. 

( youwon’tbeforgivenyowon’tbeforgivenyouwon’tbeforgiven ) 

it was then, amidst self loath and anxiety mixing and causing vertigo, that mikan finally takes note of gundham’s sincere gaze and comprehensible words laced with pure intentions. for the first time, after what feels like years of misunderstanding and confusion, did the two see eye-to-eye. oddly enough, everything swirling in her mind seemingly softened as if an actual spell was cast to calm those feeble nerves down. after a bandaged hand finally wipes tears staining her grotesque face, mikan meekly nods while cupping her hands against her chest.  ❛ yes… i’ll follow behind, if it’s okay. i-i’m not a veterinary, but i-i’ll… i’ll, um, i’ll help the animals as much as possible! i promise on that! ❜  just want me, please, i want to be loved, needed, wanted. please don’t leave me please forgive me i only want to move on from my mistakes and have genuine love pleasepleasepleaseplease.

    “What I say or choose is absolute, Priestess. And if I say it’s you, it’s you. There is and will be no one else.” Unlike the other times Gundham’s voice oozed boisterous arrogance, his tone was softer and gentler. The same could be said towards his expression towards the nurse. Dying once served as a lesson towards each person differently. Gundham was no exception. While he was as proud of his villainous role as ever, he learned how to act depending on the situation. The rate of acceptance and choosing to move forward was different for everyone. So, it was understandable why Mikan of all people continued to have doubts even after the storm ended. “Besides, whatever you say about yourself, I shall not fault you for it. It is who you are, and it is acknowledging yourself and what you have done. However, it is not something that will sway my thoughts and feelings towards you.”

    He was aware that his mere feelings towards her weren't enough. Internal struggles were something one faced alone despite external intervention. That did not mean all was lost. If he himself could face his nightmares head-on, then a means of atonement for him could involve helping others stand up on their own feet. What path they wanted to traverse, however, was a decision that the person had to make on their own. And because he and Mikan shared a more complicated history together, he felt more of a responsibility to help her more than the others. He hoped that through all his subtlety, she would come to realize that despite everything, he would be there for her. That no matter what, the feelings for her never waned, just growing stronger each passing day.

    “Behind?” Gundham shook his head, his lips forming a hint of a smile. “No, you will walk next to me. We’ll walk side by side. I’m sure it’s something you’ve missed doing with me, right?” He figured this was good enough. In their past lives, they went as far as holding hands, staring into each other’s eyes like they were the world-- And they were. And maybe they would be again, if Mikan wanted to. If patience was the name of the game, then he would wait for her no matter how long it took. He loved her before, and he was more than happy and willing to love her again. But first and foremost, she had to learn how to forgive herself. And at the very least, he was going to do whatever he could to let her know he would never leave her.

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@truethes​:

   ❛      …      !    ❜  he admits, it is a surprise, not one to think of gundham as ‘an initiator’  ( of course, nor is he, so it isn’t as though he’s able to fault his other half for lack of movement and grandeur ) in the conventional sense, already having resigned himself to a quick glance over at the man laid out beside him again, and again, and again… but here they are, here he is, here gundham’s hand rests, pressed against his cheek as their faces draw closer. it’s exciting. truly, he can feel his own heartbeat against his chest even if they’d both done this countless times before ( thank god, really; it sets a reminder that he isn’t dreaming this entire thing up ) and it takes a moment — then a smile finds itself slipping over visage, something softer than the usual smirk. 

      gundham is… special, he thinks. there is something relieving in just his very presence, some aura of calm, something that seems to promise things will turn out alright, to whatever degree that may be and it is not as though he does not still worry for him, that he is not fully aware that he is not fully immune to the cataclysm that will be his future, but… hm, perhaps he’s just as childish as he’s always been perceived, willing to indulge the risk in the name of love, willing to falsify the belief that it will work out in the end — perhaps he’s just as childish as he’s always been percieved and, perhaps, it’s not so bad to try indulging in that. they’re together, as strange and as foreign as the idea is to him, and being together… means they’re allowed to be close, to be like this, aren’t they?

     so he allows it, body relaxing and gaze softening; allows it, allows him, lips pressing gently to return the favour with a warm, gentle smile. he’s become his safe place, a secure place; rare, really, for him to give such an honour to a person, but there’s not much he’ll find himself regretting about it now and after a moments hesitation does he return the gesture, arms wrapping across his neck in a moment of sheer closeness between the two. 

     ❛     …heh.    ❜  fluency in it’s finest, voice is low, quieter than normal as he pulls away after a moment, hesitating for a brief moment. it’s one thing to have thoughts like that, it’s another to voice it, the love, the smile, their pride and joy. he knows it’s nothing serious, this won’t be his first or last time, but that doesn’t make it any easier to say. not really.   ❛     that’s new…    ❜  he says, tilting his head slightly to look back up at the cat and fuyuhiko finds himself almost turning even darker as the words slip past his mouth. almost —- but doesn’t. of course it’s new, of course they know the reason why. he watches as said reason wakes up, staring back down at the both of them tangled up together, before he grins, far more prominent than before.  ❛     guess i gotta try getting the cat to lead you in in more often, if that’s the case…    ❜

    Gundham could list factors behind his actions as he always did. But for once, he was too tired and relaxed to think about it. The pieces fell into place; he simply did what he felt must be done. Judging from the mafioso’s pleased reaction, the overlord made the right decision at that moment. Like what the other said, the gesture was something new between them. And the feelings he had after the kiss were also new. He couldn’t quite describe them, especially as their positions began to sink in.

    To say they were close was an understatement. This might have been the closest in proximity Gundham had been to a human being. Normally, he would have avoided contact as much as he could with his spiteful nature towards his own kind. He supposed this companionship was a whole different kind of comfort and warmth. He didn’t prefer this over his time with his minions, and vice versa. He just saw them as two different things. But in this lifetime, perhaps only the person before him was the exception to his narrow-minded values.

    “Ha, I would have found out the feline’s intentions beforehand. I assume that this positioning is only because of the attachment that the minion has for us.” He gave the other’s hand a gentle squeeze, the corner of his lips forming into a smile. “Whatever I did was of my own accord. Or do you actually prefer the notion of the master of the house pulling the strings?”

    He almost wanted to think he was so tired that made him able to express this much affection. However, his heart racing indicated that he was more awake than ever. Emotions were an endless puzzle, changing as it saw fit. Now, he couldn’t tell how he felt. A part of him was content, happy. Another was nervous and shy. And yet, he never had the urge to leave due to something like embarrassment. Maybe that was why the cat was there-- to serve as an anchor to him, and this relationship in general.

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     he’s not used to being touched. it’s unknown, strange, foreign —– and yet desired at the same time despite the way his stomach churns at the words given prior to it, body tensing and features widening: you aren’t supposed to handle a faulty engine like that. and maybe, if that’s the case, it becomes more of an ‘unfamiliarity’ and more of an ‘undeserved’, touch the components that won’t explode in your face, the people with feelings that don’t walk between the line of love and obsession, emotion incarnate / it’s uncustomary and he finds himself repelling it in most circumstances, the exceptions being violence and, well, here. 

     it’s odd kissing gundham like this, equal parts needy and frustrated, two forces crashing together in a dance of tongue and teeth, trying to discern this is the right action to take —- and it is, of course, their mouths have been quick enough to forget the words that have tumbled out through their voices, bodies uncaring of the jumbled mess that makes up their minds; this is right for them, how could they think otherwise? kazuichi slides into place much quicker than he would have expected, that complacent role that he picks up so as to show he’s not going to leave, let him explore and return and let him know that he owns everything else here -— the hard press of his lips, the air in his lungs, the rapid pulse of his heart —- and when gundham pushes for something more than this uncertain exchange they share, kisses him harder / i’m here, i’m here, i’m here.

     his hands find themselves moving of their own accord, deciding they know where they belong without any input from kazuichi himself as one comes to thread itself through the back of gundham’s hair ( and that feels nice, an action he had resigned himself to imagining; styled locks tousled against his fingers, intimacy and longing intertwined as they bounce around his skull ) the other falling to focus upon his waist, pulling him a little bit closer. he doesn’t notice.

     how can he, when they’ve been waiting for this for months?

     the sound of celebrating students echoes throughout the corridor and gundham pulls back, seemingly having decided that this fun, fulfilling dream is worth an attempt at chasing and kazuichi is grateful; this is not something he was ready to let go.

     ❛     ah, um...    ❜  a small chuckle escapes him, happy, adoring, grin softening to something less cheeky and more warm, gentle. he removes the hand pressed against gundham’s hair to instead run fingers down the creases on his sleeve, a bright glint in his eye; ‘um’ really doesn’t begin to describe how he’s feeling, but he doubts he can find the right words in time / he doubts such words would even exist.  ❛     this means it isn’t over, right? ‘cause… i kinda wanna do it again, sometime.    ❜  a smile; he won’t force gundham to stay by his side, but he’d rather he stay —- it’s just better having him around, after all.

    The expression on the mechanic’s face was peculiar. Gundham was accustomed to the scowls and glares throughout the years they have known each other. Whenever a different color, especially that of crimson, painted the other’s face, the overlord’s chest would feel some type of way. It felt uncomfortable, not to mention his mind would also be clouded in confusion. He couldn’t comprehend this unfamiliarity to the point it almost terrified him.

    All his life, he basked in the scorn of others. He was proud to be the personification of darkness and evil. He didn’t need acknowledgement from trash who regarded themselves as humans. His companions were enough for him. Early on, he already chose to dedicate the rest of his life to servitude towards the Earthly realm’s creatures. Even now his mind was still made up. 

    Since he had accomplished what he had set out to do in this institution, he would simply continue what he had started. As much as he didn’t like to admit it, graduating from an esteemed institution was a step in the right direction. With the reputation as a student from Hope’s Peak, he would lead the volunteers, or as he considered, “useful human species” for the cause. He was certain that the animals he had left behind could anticipate his return. And while he acted aloof on the outside, the overlord couldn’t wait to be by their side again.

    Nothing from the experiences in this academy affected his values at all. However, he underestimated how complicated humans and human relationships could be. He did all he could to repel attention from his classmates. He only had to repeat his actions from the old to overcome the hurdles of the present and future. But these humans he shared the same space with, the most he could say was that they were different. 

    Nothing could change his abhorrent stance towards humans. But deep inside, he considered the notion to note a few exceptions. And that included the person right in front of him, the one his lips chased after just now. Until now, the feeling stirring inside his chest was unsettling. He figured something about Kazuichi made him gravitate. He was keen on leaving the establishment, but a part of him didn’t want to leave this person.

    Could he let himself be selfish just this once?

    “It depends on what your plans are for the future,” replied Gundham, obscuring the embarrassment on his features. The other’s gaze felt too bright that if he looked a second more, his eyes would burn. Should Kazuichi really be this elated? Then again, it was a ritual that was done right the first time. “Now that I have mentioned it, I am curious. However, I will not be surprised if there is a path waiting for you already when we part ways due to our respective endeavors.”

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Wretched humans. They never learn.

The reaction of the shelter owner towards Gundham’s demand was unsurprising. Then again, he didn’t make it a habit to speak about his advocacy to lowly humans. To him, lengthy interactions with these people wasn’t worth his breath. But in an average person’s perspective, adopting all of the animals in this shelter at once seemed… exaggerated. He didn’t have any companions to help him either, save for his Devas.

With funds at the overlord’s disposal, the owner couldn’t say no. It was the only way to cease the imprisonment of these innocent creatures. Who knew how many more jails there were in this vile world? Sometimes, the thought of starting a revolt with his comrades sounded tempting. But then again, he would never want to put any of them in harm’s way. From the beginning, his goal was to protect them, not put any of them in danger ever again. 

Before setting everyone free, earning their trust was of the essence first and foremost. Each feline and canine had as many unique qualities as humans. However, they were creatures blessed with the inability to choose between “good” and “evil”. Whatever they did, it was out of primal instinct, what was instilled in their DNA. They could be reflections of the environment they lived in. Said reflections could involve the humans they spent their time with.

From a single glance, Gundham had hunches enabling him to distinguish the abandoned from the feral. He saw twinkles of hope from the previously owned, as well as the suspicious gaze of the untamed. Despite his talent of handling animals, he didn’t underestimate them. In fact, he never thought of himself above them. He felt nothing but utter respect, fondness, and awe for each creature he came across. However, there was a sole exception that was clear as day.

Since he was left alone by the owner, he didn’t waste any time getting to know each of these caged souls. Unbeknownst to him, his aura alone was enough to ease the anxiety of the animals. In spite of his claims as the evil personified that hell would welcome him with open arms, his soul couldn’t have been purer with its intentions. But in order to create balance, his scorn towards humans created darkness within him.

He assumed he would be alone the entire time, so he didn’t even notice the presence of another human and her companion. He sat on his knees, offering his hand to a terrified puppy shaking in his corner. When he heard a voice from out of the blue, his warm expression became a scowl. Judging from the sound, he discerned she wasn’t the owner. To say that this stranger ruined the mood was an understatement.

If not for the dog she had with her, Gundham wouldn’t have hesitated to condescend her very existence. Her friend must have been curious at him, and the supreme overlord himself was curious. Since her intention was to take another one home to foster with love and care, he supposed he could let her interruption slide.

“Adoption, you say?” He stood from his squat, folding his arms against his chest. He furrowed his eyebrows as he glanced at her companion. “Today, misfortune falls upon you, for I have already conquered this dungeon! I will set these prisoners free, and they will join me in the sanctuary they deserve to live in. However… if you prove yourself worthy, then perhaps I can consider letting one of them live in your care.” 

the starter that i never knew i always wanted but now i do, starring @gdhm-tnk! 

mercy’s life was… complicated at best. her mother adopted her at a very young age. born in columbia, taken in by a second generation sicilian woman and her american father, probably of irish descent, she didn’t know, she grew up watching her mother’s involvement in organized crime, watched how it affected her father, and saw how it had ended up ultimately getting him killed. then she found herself without guardianship after her mother ended up getting arrested for… whatever. she didn’t care, ultimately, and only knew that she had no where else to go. so she went to japan and got help from her brother. she was an unwelcomed addition to his lifestyle, but given the fact that he had enough money for a guest house, at least it had meant that she didn’t have to live in the same space that he did. 

it had been a lonely existence. not many people wanted to be he friend, and she grew bitter and decided she didn’t need any anyway. until she’d met her afghan hound, d’artagnan, and brought him home, despite her brother’s wishes. it had gotten her kicked out, but by now she was old enough to live on her own, and had accumulated enough money to find an apartment where they allowed pets. it was close enough to the park, too, and she was sublimely happy to be independent and live with her best friend.

but now she wondered if it was time to get him a friend in the form of another pup. the shelter wasn’t too far from her apartment, so that was where she was headed with her beloved companion, his leash looped through one of her belt loops. leash laws were required, but it wasn’t as if d’artagnan was going to stray away from her. he was loyal and knew not to run off. but she also didn’t want to pay for a ticket that she could easily avoid. 

this visit to the shelter, though, was going to be a hit-or-miss kind of situation; her allergy to cats meant she might have to retreat before she could even begin her search for the right dog to bring home, but she was going to try. d’artagnan deserved the best, after all, for treating her like a rockstar every time she came home. no one else loved her so unconditionally. no one that was still alive anyway.

she rounded the corner and made her way into her destination. mercy expected to hear the barking of dogs in cages, or the meowing of cats in their separate areas, but there seemed to be nothing but absolute quiet and stillness. not eerie, necessarily, but a sense of calm. how very strange.

“um. could… i speak with someone about adoption?”

she didn’t know who to talk to, so she simply spoke to the person nearest to her. maybe they could help her. she hoped so, at least. meanwhile the afghan hound at her side began to wag his tail and start to walk towards this person, causing mercy to have to step closer, considering his leash was still attached to her belt.

this in and of itself was very odd, though. her friend wasn’t known to approach others so willingly, and could even have been considered just a bit standoffish. 

“whatcha doin’, bud? you like this guy?”

she spoke to her dog as if he were just another person, but why wouldn’t she? he wasn’t stupid. no need for baby talk like other people seemed to use with their pets.

“sorry, uh. i think we’re kind of in your personal space. but it seems like d’artagnan really wants to meet you. is… is that all right?”

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( ooc ) Yesterday (Oct. 20th) was the day I was able to achieve Gun.dham’s ending in Island Mode, so basically that was the first anniversary. And last night, I happened to talk about the franchise’s favorite trials with my bro, and we unanimously agree that our fave was the 4th trial in DR.2. :)

So in commemoration of me loving Gun.dham for more than a year now, uHHH this is the new official starter call, since I deleted the previous one ^^;

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The Last High King

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( ooc ) How lucky it is that today was a festival so work finished at noon and got to work on SON.DAM SUPREMACY for the @chisupa ‘s birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHE!!! ＼(≧▽≦)／

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      ❛      heh… something like it.    ❜  he replies, rummaging through the various pieces of paper across his desk, an action followed by the cat waking up to look at him, swishing it’s tail with a content sounding trill. it’s a willing distraction really; no, this has nothing to do with the sheets in his hands, yes the cat shall be their witness, but taking his time with this won’t hurt and if he’s being honest he’d prefer to find the right words, let himself appear more relaxed. and that’s just what he tries, dropping the paper onto the desk as he makes his way over to the seat behind it to which he is quick to settle down upon, fidgeting with the knot of his tie and making no attempt at hiding the rapidly growing blush amidst his cheeks. 

     ❛     …this isn’t about the cat, before you get worried or some shit.     ❜  he assumes he might have, considering that’s usually what he’d contact about out of the blue but... this time the focus is more on the owners rather than the small bundle of fluff that brought them together and the thought is slightly thrilling. he is still pure hearted, even when he doesn’t show it and that is a sight for people like gundham and gundham alone. ❛     but i brought something for us, if you’d like to try it out…     ❜

     Prior to this exchange, there were instances where the feline managed to escape from the residence that caused worry for the humans. But these two were more of the cat’s butlers, a term thrown around these days. As much as Gundham liked to refer to his companions as minions, he also served them in return, making it a mutually functional and stable relationship that utilized his talents to its fullest potential. 

     “Since our companion is oddly behaved, it must just mean you’re relaxed as well.” And upon inspecting the other male’s features, there was a semblance of… what looked like excitement? Gundham wasn’t exactly the best in deciphering human emotions, even when it was this out in the open. “Something for the both of us?” That was strange. It was a gift they both had to share? It was the first time he had heard of such a concept. “Whatever you’re proposing, it's likely the first time for me, so I’m open-minded and willing in trying it out.”

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    ❛      y-yeah… you’re right about that one, i guess…    ❜  he wonders if he should’ve said anything about it in the first place, looking back on it, left the details to the expert, but he felt compelled to do something after his original offer had been set out, some attempt at making it clear he was invested in carrying out this plan with the breeder; seems like laziness might’ve been the correct course of action if gundham’s expression is anything to go by, disbelief evident by the raise of his brow. he… doesn’t think that’s entirely his fault, likely the reference to their upperclassmen to blame given the use of the term ‘childish bandwagon’ but he assumes his gullibility hasn’t helped matters, either.  ❛     it’s just as they say… a guys gotta plan ahead, so… planning for a future with three kids isn’t that bad really…    ❜  — or maybe it is his fault, in reality; which, well, oops?

     ❛     still, i know it’s all staged! that’s why it took me so long to make it!    ❜  he suddenly cries, debating if he should explain it further, attempt to describe it’s features or just let the subject drop, put it back in the bag and watch on in silence. ultimately his tongue has no desire to stay still, hesitating but a moment before asking,  ❛     isn’t the main part of an operation like this to capture the ghost for evidence?! there’s only so much that boards gonna be able to do for us…!   ❜ 

     “Unlike the circle of life in the relentless wilderness, the unfair hierarchy of our kind is merely man-made, crafted to brainwash and make everyone obey!” The thought that it was all in the name of peace and order didn’t pass Gundham’s mind. In his internal monologue, he was brought about in the Earthly realm to cause anarchy and chaos; it was his destiny to make humanity fall apart and crumble. For now, however, he would have to put up with the mundanities of life. The judgmental expression remained on Gundham’s face. “You’ve even gone so far as to have a particular number? Hmph. Even with that endowed talent of yours, your ultimate endgame is the continuation of the population of the human race? Isn’t the point of existence to make the most of every moment?”

     “Clearly, your determination is fixated on the wrong things…” he retorted. He figured the best way to convince the other that the supernatural wasn’t present on campus grounds was to actually entertain his idea. Gundham was still irked that the mechanic wouldn’t believe his all-knowingness towards this matter. He would have been able to sense something odd from the get-go, and so would his minions with their senses and instincts. “Capture? Is it possible with that… device you have with you? Isn’t it better if we try it out with living human beings? To see if it can suck their souls out of their vessels?” His grin and chuckle mimicked that of any villain in line with his persona.