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Makarakarn's Joker strategy works beautifully with Jose fight (with Akechi receive one of Haru for have nothing to do since damages automatically done). How to survive all the time Special Fireworks will remain another question, but half of fight is assured winner (even with Joker alone since hadn't made good moves)

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Send ✨ if you like my writing and feel free to tell me why !! the rpc is in serious need of some positivity.

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@tiimecrash continue from here (ressurection of an Legacy thread)

Another day on Gallifrey without any real distractions. Unless you count Sigma Theta and his friend Koschei. They were always causing Solasudordax ( Sola ) trouble. Always arrgivating and tease her and her friends in the lower ranks of the Academy. Why were they so … mean? She didn’t know and the young lady didn’t put much thought into them either way. She figured if she ignored them that they’d leave her alone. Most of the time it worked. Not that they specifically targeted her, they targeted those in her class. She was curious to know what the pair of older students seen in picking on her classmates ( and occasionally her ). Lucky for Sola, she had a friend in Maxil. She trusted him with her life, that’s how much she thought of the male.

Ah Maxil. Sola thought the universe of him, but she couldn’t explain why. Other than being her closest friend, something about him made her want to be near him. Why? Was is a romantic type pull of attraction? She didn’t know. Possibly it was. She only befriended him at he Academy, not knowing before they attended classes together. A sigh escaped her lips, hues watching Theta and is friend wandering around the building. She found herself sitting alone in an empty library. A place of solace for her. Someplace she could unwind and be herself.

With her nose in a book, she didn’t hear Maxil come in to sit next to her. “Maxil!” she beamed, finally hearing his voice. Without warning, she embraced her friend happily and kissed his cheek. Shaking her head to his comment, she could see Theta in the distance along with Koschei before they vanished from view. “Lucky for me, they haven’t noticed me the last few weeks. It seems whenever you’re around, they leave me alone. I bet they’re scared of you.” she snickered. He had a tendency to come off as humorless, aloof, and a bit zealous. Though Sola found Maxil to be charming and quite amusing at times.

There was a long pause, the grin still on Sola’s face. They had many many years left at the Academy she could only hope that Maxil would still be her friend. She really did think the world of him. He kept her from trouble it seemed, or rather the trouble by Theta and his friend. It was very odd that they would pick her occasionally to annoy. They didn’t even know her name or anything about her other than she was just another face at the Academy. She was sure the Maxil scared them off, like some silly knight from old fairy tale like stories she heard as a child. “I’d be lost without you Maxil.” she sighed softly, before standing. “ – want to go for a walk with me? I need a change of scenery. I’ve been hiding in here for the last three hours.” she laughed.

The  Academy  remained  an  untouched  landscape  from  Featherine  Augustus  Aurora’s  influence.  It  could  have  been  an  insignificant  detail,  a  harmless  knowledge  among  immensity  of  the  storyline,  nevertheless  it  was  clear  disinterest  coming  from  the  majestic  Witch  of  Theatregoing,  Drama  and  Spectating,  and  an  indirect  confession. Featherine  wished  changed  nothing  concerning  actual circumstances. In  middle  of  innocent  times,  when  Theta’s  bloodiest  hands  will  be  tormented  by  nightmares  of  his  crime  and  a  proposition  to  becoming  Death’s  Champion,  to  embracing  that  Underworld  path  ---  an  opportunity  was  presented  to  influencing  his  former  and  youngest  self,  at  the  beginning  of  his  life,  to  repair  initial  fault  that  leading  him  to  that  path  of  death  and  miseries,  monstrosities  and  madness.  An  occasion  was  presented  to  spared  him  to  suffering  of  what  he  would  experiencing  in  the  future,  tormented  by  a  crime  he  didn’t  commit,  even  though  eventually  that  initial  hell  will  be  something  relativity  small  compared  to  what  he  will  experiencing  later.  Did  Featherine  laying  a  finger?  Did  Featherine  even  dared  to  introduce  one  of  her  MIBs  in  middle  of  the  Cidatel?  Did  Koschei  complained  about  the  presence  of  a  particular  Bernkastel?  Did  Theta  confessed  one  uncomfortable  presence  of  one  Witch  of  Miracles?  No,  nothing.

Action  couldn’t  be  done  from  his  own  hands.  It  would  be  terribly  ridiculous.  Featherine  have  all  reasons  of  the  world  to  create  alternative  universes  coming  from  other  circumstances  coming  from  their  time  at  the  Academy,  but  he  needed  his  former  self,  as  Koschei,  to  experiencing  all  that  misery  among  many  incarnations  for  eventually  touching  that  freedom  he  was  feeling  ---  in  which  himself  was  just  a  third  party,  another  perspective  to  consider,  but  not  really  him,  for  be  neither  fully  Koschei  or  the  Master.  Becoming  the  closest  thing  of  a  witch,  in  same  manner  Theta  became  one,  generated  nevertheless  an  understanding  concerning  her  perspective  of  herself,  and  that  natural  disdain  towards  whatever  other  incarnations,  ignorant,  foolish,  and  thinking  so  high  of  themselves,  carefully  manipulated  inside  that  sea  of  blindness;  without  been  reduced  to  an  witch’s  familiar.  Koschei’s  perspective  has  been  his  own,  in  the  past,  in  same  manner  all  the  efforts  he  would  get  to  have  Theta  attention  as  the  Master,  all  committed  crimes,  was  something  he  was  observing  from  a  distanced  view.  Stupid  not  to  understand  how  certain  power  could  be  found  in  middle  of  that  torment.  Instead,  it  was  something  he  could  assuring  concerning  current  circumstances.  Eventually,  jealousy’s  sparks  inside  Koschei’s  eyes  concerning  his  presence  would  eventually  triggering  that  possible  exit  left  to  him  to  evading  Featherine’s  gaze,  rewritten  an  intended  role  of  a  witch’s  familiar  knowing  no  miracle  will  occur  and  existed. He  needed  that  path  for  existing,  and  cannot  be  the  one  rewritten  it. He  could  simply  hide  in  middle  of  certainty  landscape.

Nevertheless,  his  own  innocence  during  that  period  managed  yet  to  triggering  by  moments  vulnerable  moments  when  he  remained  into  that  longing  of  that  relationship  with  Theta.  Constantly  pulled  in  trouble,  when  he  was  doing  his  best  for  act  serious  and  taking  studies  seriously,  acting  as  the  saved  Time  Lord  he  has  been,  pulling  meaning  into  Theta  since  his  best  friend  was  unable  not  to  do  crazy  things  …  Consciousness  about  how  everything  will  be  shattered  apart  remained  sad,  as  much  he  didn’t  personally  care.  Oh,  though,  as  much  Featherine  won’t  imposing  reassurance  until  a  long  moment,  there  was  yet  something  he  could  confirming.  They  would  end  up  travelling  together.  Their  promise  would  be  fulfilled.  However,  it  will  be  following  Featherine’s  storyline,  and  not  whatever  what  Koschei  would  have  planned,  and  oh,  regardless  how  insulting,  how  humiliating,  how  degrading  it  might  looking  like,  Featherine  showing  him  the  path.  It  might  be  the  single  thing  whispered.

Inside  a  world  when  everything  has  been  previously  experienced,  when  all  knowledge  was  previously  known,  deja-vu  sentiment  welcomed  quite  often  boredom,  in  which  for  avoiding  repeating  what  he  did  before,  he  searched  distractions  inside  other  places.  Oh,  there  was  Runcible,  from  time  to  time  he  crossed  path,  in  which  watching  him  struggling  with  his  list,  compared  to  his  other  incarnations  having  no  sympathy  for  the  guy,  he  appreciated  in  some  manner  presented  innocence  and  ignorance,  in  which,  anyways,  they  will  remaining  together  inside  Gallifrey  a  long  time  ---  but  did  it  was  worth  attempting  save  him  of  his  own  murderous  hands  and  brutal  revival  of  Theta  when  he  had  no  interest  to  generating  anomalies  in  middle  of  timelines?  That  peace,  that  freedom  would  remain  in  place  while  he  was  remaining  hidden.  He  had  no  advantages  to  pulling  big  fantasies  in  action,  having  power  of  couple  of  assured  words  instead.  If  the  MIBs  once  more  noticed  him,  if  Philip  Butler  realized  he  was  the  Master,  that  eternal  circle  of  mouse  and  cat  will  resuming  as  the  past  decades  would  have  served  to  nothing.  This  was  Koschei’s  fate  ---  the  one  inside  the  Academy,  the  one  near  to  Theta,  not  Maxil. No  miracles  will  occur.

Inside  his  third  party distanced of himself perspective,  indirectly,  admiring  how  previously  Theta  looked  at  him,  remained  fragmented  precious  memories  of  a  past  that  will  never  emerging  ever  again  in  same  manner.  Not  with  the  atrocious  contempt  he  accumulated  all  among  his  years  towards  Theta  forced  him  to  face  a  future  in  which  never  the  Doctor,  never  the  old  Theta,  never  the  innocent  and  pseudo-harmless  Theta  will  be  witnessed  again,  and  actually  nothing,  no  one,  not  even  his  arch-enemy  could  resurrect  that  old  self.  Inside  his  third  perspective,  witnessing  and  remembering  all  the  troubles  Theta  given  him  wrapped  his  hearts  with  tender  emotions,  as  much  he  offered  disdain  and  condescendence  towards  Koschei.  His  Academy  self  who  thought,  for  a  while,  having  Theta  for  himself.  His  Academy  self,  in  return,  ignoring  how  much  he  will  have  to  fight  for  keep  his  Theta.  His  Academy  self  ignoring  degree  he  would  commit  for  keep  Sola  safe. His  Academy  self  ignored  how  much  Sola  was  his.

Their  moments  together  were  circumstances  that  hadn’t  been  built  before.  It  was  his  little  solace  in  which  he  had  precious  moments  belong  only  to  themselves.  Joy  she  experienced  by  his  presence  turned  him  happy,  as�� much  serious  he  stayed,  laughing  and  smiling  as  she  embraced  him.  He  was  always  watching,  always  looking,  and  appreciated  that  kind  of  game  that  has  been  introduced  to  him  a  long  time  ago.  Since  a  kiss  has  been  made  on  the  cheeks,  he  decided  to  playing  a  bit  with  her  hair  instead.  From  the  distance,  Koschei  and  Theta  had  vanished,  but  for  sure,  Koschei  will  offering  him  a  pout  later  when  they  will  be  crossing  path.  He  will  be  kindly  condescending  in  return;  art  of  degrading  himself  was  something  one  of  his  incarnations  appreciated.  The  one  that  might  eventually,  wrapped  into  Bernkastel’s  game  acting  as  metaphoric  value  of  Philip  Butler,  realizing  partially  that  exit  door,  and  partially  touching  the  exit  method.  Another  funny  thought  decided  to  welcoming  his  mind.  It  was  pleasant,  how  him,  shared  the  face  of  one  incarnation  of  Theta  that  refused  categorically  Featherine’s  name.  Without  that  margin,  without  that  certainty  that  sixth  Doctor’s  incarnation  will  never  wear  that  name,  he  couldn’t  have  smartly  installing  himself  in  middle  of  the  timeline.  As  tempting  it  has  been  to  commit  crimes  in  which  confusion  could  have  been  made  between  which  entity  was  in  cause,  it  wasn’t  possible,  until  one  miracle  happened,  until  someday  for  some  reason  that  sixth’s  Doctor’s  incarnation  accepted  that  name.  What  a  pity  he  couldn’t  been  condescending  towards  that  incarnation,  since  had  to  avoid  Featherine’s  radar.  It  would  have  been  funny  to  be  the  one  learn  to  that  Doctor  how  power  was  indeed  something  that  could  be  agreeable,  even  considered  as  a  monster by everyone. 

❝  I’m  sure  they  are  too  busy  seeking  troubles,  and  Koschei  having  to  constantly  check  Theta’s  back.  ❞  Clear  annoyance  resonated  into  these  memories  he  hadn’t  forgotten,  before  slowly  laughing  a  bit.  ❝  You  might  be  temporary  saved,  but  have  you  asked  Runcible  opinion  on  the  matter?  Do  you  think  he  has  been  spared?  Do  you  think  he  hadn’t  been  bullied  by  these  two  terrors?  Oh,  you  can  even  ask  Ushas  or  Vansell  !  The  day  when  Ushas  doesn’t  roll  her  eyes  for  be  tired  of  constant  noise  these  two  made  isn’t  here  yet,  and  the  day  when  Vansell  will  not  be  tired  isn’t  yet  to  come!  ❞  Though,  there  was  another  additional  laugh  towards  her  sentences.  ❝  Theta?  Most  likely  annoyed  I’m  a  killjoy.  Koschei?  A  bit.  He  didn’t  seem  fond  of  my  face.  ❞  He  pridefully  mused.  In  middle  of  the  empty  library,  reassurance  could  be  here.  He  will  always  be  here.  He  will  always  be  remaining  a  constant  inside  their  existence.  He  will  never  leave  her  side.  Only  manner  he  got  it  was  more  …  unquestionable  than  his  other  incarnations,  no  matter  how  an  incarnation  post  Time  War  considered  himself  the  only  one  claiming  she  was  his.  Like  Featherine,  he  didn’t  have  to  be  physically  present  for  his  influence  to  be  exposed.  It  was  an  larger  power  than  any  kind  of  possessiveness  his  other  selves  developed  among  time.  ❝  I’ll  never  be  far  away,  but  there  will  no  needs  to  worry  about  someday  be  lost  without  me.  ❞  He  reassured  slowly,  as  he  touched  with  playfulness  her  nose.  Ambiance  of  the  library  must  have  been  a  lonely  atmosphere  she  had  remained  with.  Immediate  proposition  increased  sparking  joy.  ❝  Escaping  the  troublemakers,  hm?  Of  course,  we  can  go  for  a  walk.  Want  to  explore  uncanny  places  of  the  Academy?  Admiring  gardens?  I’m  sure  solace  can  be  find ,  away  of  usual agitation.  ❞

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every now and then I'm reminded of just how formative and central higurashi and umineko have been to me and how I keep circling back to one or both over and over again to the point where they're this constant everlasting presence in my life. I really breathe these stories like oxygen huh

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Use funny timing when Watanagashi Festival date passed, for inspiration purpose, plan to read some unread Higurashi stuff (for have extra console arcs + remnants of Hô left) for come back inspired without wait Akechi to end me while carry on P5. I wasn't disappointed of well-know antecedents of Soichiro Hoshi characters.

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sasuga my ace detective mind-reading soulmate, I knew I could trust you

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he is LEARNING... but he also gets an IQ debuff when pretty guys smile at him

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@tiimecrash continue from here (ressurection of an Legacy thread)

That odd tapping kept its steady rhythm and Sola couldn’t place if it was coming from outside the confined room or someplace else. She never heard it before until today, as it seemed to come and go the whole trip. It was so faint that she didn’t notice it until it was quiet and right now it was very quiet. Apart from Vila and herself worrying over how to get out of this blasted room. “I’m glad you’re not upset. I just wish I had a sonic screwdriver right about now.” Oh how that would come in handy, but alas she had none. Since her own TARDIS was in an unknown location to her, she hadn’t access to anything. The time ring was a gift from Theta ( six ) and a much needed object for her. A sonic would’ve been a nice bonus for her, but that wasn’t to be. She paused, not elaborating on what a sonic screwdriver was. Vila had his talents of being able to pick any sort of lock that she felt she didn’t need one. She had faith in her companion.

“Keezarn? I don’t think I’m too familiar with that place.” she pursed her lips. It did seem oddly familiar but nothing really came to mind. Vila sounded worried about it and when he said something about weapons and the city being exploded and destroyed. “Ah. I see.” she muttered to herself, before shaking her head. She went to help her companion to look for a way out. That tapping – steady and faint still present to her ears. She shook her head before eyeing the lock along with him. She reached into her coat pockets and produced a cat brooch and handed it to the man, “ – try this. I’m sure you could use it.” she gave Vila a reassuring smile, handing him the black cat brooch. She figured he could use the needle pin to pick and prod at the lock. Theta’s cat brooches always seemed to come in handy these days.

As the pair began to attempt to unlock the lock, the tapping became louder before fading out again. “Shh! Do you hear that? The tapping?” she hushed Vila, looking around the room. Her brows furrowed in confusion and mild annoyance at the sound. That’s when she heard footsteps, which caused her to grab Vila by the shoulder and pull him away from the door. That’s when the door began to open and her grip on Vila’s shoulder went to pull him behind her slightly. She would protect her beloved companion at all costs. In a way, he was her responsibility. He was her friend and friends kept each-other safe. “Who goes there?” she called, before the male figure entered the room. Dark clothes, and a familiarity about him that caused her to lock eyes on his face. “ — Maxil?” she whispered to herself.

Confusion  degree  inside  his  expression  increased  bit  by  bit  concerning  these  drumming.  How  could  she  hear  a  sound  in  which  no  matter  how  attentive  he  was  listening,  he  remained  deaf  to  any  potential  noise  that  could  alarming  to  heard  that  tapping?  Why,  in  middle  of  this  situation,  there  was  some  unexplained  terror  sense,  as  somewhere,  information  itself  remained  a  warning,  regardless  if  himself,  he  cannot  identify  it?  Why  in  the  first  time  what  she  exposed  sounded  familiar?  He  wished  not  pressuring  too  much  her  shoulders  with  further  responsibilities  that  she  has  towards  him  ---  that  responsibility  sense  to  ensure  absolutely  nothing  would  happening  to  him,  in  a  truest  sense  in  same  manners  that  feeling  was  partially  shared  with  members  of  the  Liberator.  Kerr  Avon  knew  how  to  magnificently  use  of  him  meanwhile  remaining  dismissing  of  him  he  didn’t  expect  anything  else,  and  neither  could  expect  a  complete  trust,  in  equal  manner  he  had  somewhere  with  Blake  a  long  time  ago  or  real  concerns  from  Cally.  Sola  remained  that  little  heaven  coming  from  nowhere  he  wishes  to  take  care  of,  in  which,  he  could  only  apologize  about  how  disastrous  their  universe  was,  sorry  about  how  the  Earth  had  turned,  and  excusing  himself  about  that  old  habit  to  remain  a  coward.  He  only  wanted  to  survive  until  the  next  day,  experiencing  tomorrow  …   ❝  I’ve  met  more  cells  that  you’ve  imagine  that  I  have  few  planned  days  into  such  places.  You  couldn’t  know.  ❞  Reassurance  was  immediately  made,  as  there  was  another  moment  of  confusion.  A  sonic  screwdriver?  Here  was  hanging  a  terrible  contradiction.  Some  fraction  of  him  had  no  idea  what  she  was  speaking  about,  since  he  knew  how  a  screwdriver  into  their  current  time  period  looked  like,  but  something  sonic?  In  what  use?  Another  part  of  him  knew  it  will  unlock  that  door  without  problems  …  and  oh  didn’t  served  only  of  that.  As  …  there  was  that  hanging  remembrance  he  remembered  have  perceived  it  before.  It  doesn’t  make  sense,  right?  How  he  always  appreciated  teleports  has  been  something  that  resonated  inside  their  current  situation  ---  these  useful  bracelets  should  be  wear  all  the  time  for  be  sure  he  could  return  upon  the  spaceship  without  issue  …  A  thief  might  not  know  all  the  tools  for  escaping  a  room,  nevertheless,  she  wouldn’t  have  proposed  it  …  though  he  cannot  understand  why  it  sounded  so  terribly  familiar.

❝  Oh?  You’ve  never  heard  on  it  …  My  bad.  ❞  How  his  relationship  with  Tarrant  hadn’t  at  their  brightest  during  this  period  as  it  was  the  expandable  and  weak  member  of  the  group  sent  into  that  trap  /  city’s  project  has  been  something  who  frustrated  him  for  a  while,  before  met  some  famous  legend  outside  Blake  has  been  the  second  bad  news  of  the  day.  Nevertheless,  attached  memory  of  a  man  in  which  path  had  been  crossed  never  has  been  forgotten.  It  has  been  more  a  terminus  than  a  city.  It  has  been  more  a  riddle  than  some  usual  treasure  guest.  In  front  of  confusion  he  received  back,  he  wasn’t  sure  in  which  extent  he  could  bouncing  back  towards  that  topic.  ❝  I  thought  you  were  the  expert  of  everywhere.  ❞  He  decided  to  musing  playfully  instead,  as  how  vast  the  universe  could  be  can  be  partially  explored,  as  much  he  wished  visiting  another  worlds,  another  circumstances,  another  planets,  another  manner  to  live  than  his  constant  survival  …  Apparently,  she  was  still  heard  that  invisible  noise  he  didn’t  perceived  …  As  he  pondered  about  what  to  do  for  opening  that  first  step  of  a  door,  when  he  received  one  practical  element  for  get  this  done,  nevertheless,  he  noticed  somewhere  about  that  cat  brooch  inviting  him  to  be  careful  with  it  …  as  his  fingers  sensed  somewhere  another  strange  feeling  about  it.  Why  it  sounded  like  a  face  he  has  been  crossed  before?  Why  it  sounded  like  Bayban  without  be  like  …  him?  Did  his  mind  was  playing  tricks  to  him?  For  a  coward,  losing  seconds  concerning  an  escape  was  a  waste  of  precious  time  for  be  certain  to  be  in  safety,  hence  he  has  been  ready  to  work  on  that  door  right  away.  How  disturbed  he  was  by  the  event  was  searched  to  be  lowered  down  the  best  he  could,  nevertheless,  circumstances  weren’t  so  kind,  aren’t  they?  No,  he  heard  no  drumming  …  He  had  no  idea  where  it  was  coming  from.  Though,  these  footsteps,  on  the  other  end,  attracted  his  attention,  and  how  he  has  been  studently  pulled  back  stayed  another  remembrance  about  how  their  problems  just  started actually. 

Oh, he  wished  to  have  got  it  wrong  …

While  moving  backwards,  the  presence  that  showed  of  the  door  cannot  be  here.  It  was  impossible!  It  couldn’t  be!  He  teleported  just  before  that  guy  exploded  an  entire  place  for  had  refused  to  listened  to  ---  Though,  another  confusion  moment  passed  into  his  features.  Maxil?  As  he  watched  towards  Bayban,  because  there  was  one  single  man  having  such  style  for  such  a  wanted  man  of  the  Federation,  his  gaze  moved  towards  Sola  once  more,  as  she  recognized  that  man  …  and  well  …  he  wasn’t  supposed  to  be  alive!  Tragically,  it  seemed  his  face  sounded  terribly  familiar,  but  he  had  no  idea  WHERE.  Bayban  condensed  himself,  as  a  prideful  expression  was  upon  his  face,  to  offering  a  happier  smile,  in  which  there  was  fragments  of  condescendence  ---  as  his  game  going  exactly  the  way  he  wanted,  and  having  them  exactly  how  he  wanted,  in  a  similar  and  different  way  of  their  last  ‘meeting’  sort  of  speak.  Nothing  about  him  had  marks  of  what  happened,  as  it  was  nothing  happened  at  all.  Would  have  imagined  an  ending  that  didn’t  happened  after  all?  Would  have  remember  something  that  didn’t  happened  after  all?  Sadly,  for  Sola,  expected  to  receive  a  vivid  gaze  from  the  other  end,  there  was  no  positive  answer  coming  from  that  name,  as  that  recognizable  voice  happily  affirmed.  ❝  No  one  get  rid  of  easily  of  Bayban  the  Butcher.  ❞  Manner,  he  expressed  it,  truly,  the  way  it  has  been  exposed  to  his  face,  coming  with  all  his  experience  among  criminals,  this  was  an  indication  it  wasn’t  the  name  he  wanted  to  use,  and  that  unsaid  name  was  important.  Or  maybe  somewhere  it  was  so  much  familiar  somehow,  he  expected  something  else?  There  was  something  …  off.  However,  for  the  good  linking  of  his  living  since  he  almost  gets  murdered  in  the  end  by  such  hands  without  offering  the  plot  twist  about  what  hide  the  City  at  the  edge  of  the  world,  he  didn’t  want  that  interest  been  pushed  too  far,  coming  from  someone  he  knew  by  reputation  in  the  first  place.  He  had  Avon  for  having  all  reasons  of  the  world  to  bully  him  already,  he  didn’t  need  to  be  tormented  further.  There  was  no  specific  reason  for  Avon  for  feeling  sympathy  for  his  additional  troubles  he  giving  himself  into  these  additional  travels  in  which  he  cannot  jeopardize  others  members  of  the  Liberator  neither  their  rebellion  against  the  Federation.  ❝  You  should  be  dead  !  I  was  sure  you  blow  yourself  with  your  canon  back  there  ---  ❞

❝  Not  everything  is  how  it  can  be  remember,  Vila.  I  find  my  way  out.  ❞  Way  of  assertiveness  of  Bayban  diverged  really  about  what  he  remembered  of  him.  There  was  that  certainty  inside  of  him,  in  which  that  certainly  following  his  footsteps  like  a  permanent  aura  …  This  was  someone  who  knew  exactly  what  he  was  doing,  and  he  was  enjoying  presented  show.  Manner  he  moved  towards  Sola  was  something  controlled,  perfected,  assured,  in  which  there  was  no  hesitation,  only  pleasure  to  have  power.  ❝  It’s  a  pleasure  to  finally  met  you  in  person,  I  heard  interesting  things  about  you.  What  a  pity  you’ve  losing  energy  on a  well-known  coward.  ❞

[lightcreators]

Power  was  absolute.

It  always  has  been  a  clear  notion  anchored  inside  his  mind,  an  inevitable  knowledge.

Happiness  would  come  with  power.  Comfort  will  come  with  power.   

Nevertheless  ---  he  shouldn’t  never  have  been  forced  in  the  first  place  to  wait  for  such  event  to  ever  happening  to  him,  imagining  that  perception  of  a  perfected  future  perfectly  imagined  finding  itself  obligated  to  been  taken  over  forcibly.  Nevertheless  ---  he  shouldn’t  be  forced  to  asking  for  a  miracle  for  hoping  receiving  such  owning.

A  prince  without  a  land  to  reign,  a  prince  having  a  title  in  sign  of  remembrance  of  where  he  was  coming  from  without  associated  advantages  turned  himself  inside  a  cruel  joke,  in  which  regardless  how  loud  his  voice  could  be,  he  wasn’t  going  to  be  heard.  There  were  too  many  people  in  his  family  for  someone  coming  from  the  lowest  ranks  having  whatever  importance  inside  the  legacy,  which  was  something  who  frustrated  him  to  no  ends.  Relationship  with  his  parents  has  been  complicated,  relationship  with  his  siblings  has  been  complicated,  however,  anchored  one  defined  perception  about  how  he  wanted  imposing  himself  as  the  only  one.  For  similar  circumstances,  Elizabeth’s  treatment  was  a  dream  in  which  he  wouldn’t  never  personally  touch  one  little  fragment  of  the  happiness  and  the  kindness  she  received  from  life,  for  has  been  pulled  inside  a  hellfire  in  which  he  was  searching  desperately  to  find  the  exit.  It  has  been  currently  a  miracle  attachment  sentiment  managed  to  distract  him,  to  lower  down  his  barriers,  and  allow  him to  share  part  of  his  heart.

One  word  secretly  that  he  loathed  from  all  the  extent  of  his  heart.

Miracles.

As  if  he  needed  them  for  hoping  something  inside  that  existence  … Did  he  was  expecting  her  to  understand  his  complete  perspective  concerning  his  perception  of  power?  Probably  not.  Having  a  kingdom  was  barely  the  first  step  of  requesting  entire  acknowledge  of  the  entire  universe  of  a  position  he  was  owning.  Especially  for  him  who  get  zero  while  been  born  in  middle  of  a  guaranteed  elite.  Wasn’t  he  in  middle  of  most  pleasant  seats  for  get  what  he  wanted  without  having  himself  to  do  the  dirty  work,  and  corrupting  personally  everyone  that  will  come  across  his  path?  Wasn’t  it  humiliating  he  was  forced  to  personally  showing  his  potential  all  by  himself?

As  much  there  was  an  assurance  that  wanted  to  be  pulled  about  how  she  wasn’t  forced  to  constantly  listening  to  her  advisor,  nevertheless,  he  had  that  terrible  bad  impression  he  shouldn’t  agree.  He  wanted  to,  as  he  wanted  to  advise  her  to  not  listening  to  Philip  Butler  ---  but  there  was  something,  into  the  manner  he  was  looked  at  by  the  concerned,  by  the  manner  he  seemed  the  one  becoming  the  prey  of  a  predator  it  wasn’t  something  he  will  allowing  to  been  confessed  in  middle  of  these  walls,  neither  something  that  should  be  recommended.  In  which  extent  he  had  true  influence  in  middle  of  Elizabeth’s  kingdom  compared  to  him,  that  handled  the  business  since  many  years,  that  remained  that  one  possible  door  he  might  took  for  gain  what  he  wanted?  In  which  extent  he  could  pretending  himself  knowing  more  when  his  lack  of  experience  could  be  damaging?  Outside  these  delicate  questions,  it  was  just  the  sensation  of  that  guy.  Philip  Butler  terrorizing  him  he  didn’t  want  him  having  a  reason  to  pick  his  interest  ---  in  which,  fatally,  by  moving  closer  of  Elizabeth,  it  was  inevitable  such  day  happening  someday.  Philip  Butler  managed  to  triggering  inside  of  him  an  unexplained  terror.  Philip  Butler  presence  triggered  sensation  and  remembrance,  no  matter  how  far  he  could  run,  no  matter  how  far  he  could  hide,  there  will  be  always  someone,  always  somebody,  that  will  be  tracking  him  back  to  the  end  of  universes  for  observing  him,  for  admiring  evolution  of  his  moves,  each  time  pondering  in  which  extent  he  wished  to  get  that  desired  miracle.

He  wouldn’t  get  absolute  power  without  the  acknowledgement  of  that  guy.

An  insulting  thought ,  and  yet,  something  that  anchored deeply  inside  of  his  being.

❝  You’re  truly  the  single  person  in  the  world  allowed  to  do  that.  ❞  He  expressed  slowly  with  a  bit  of  casualness  inside  his  expression,  regardless  if  he  appreciated  closeness  they  shared  together.  ❝  Your  advisor  doesn’t  seem  a  man  that  accept  not  to  be  listened.  ❞   There  was  certainly  inside  that  sentence,  as  it  was  confessed  without  barriers.  ❝  Besides,  as  much  not  everything  be  told  to  him,  I’m  certain  he  will  not  let  knowledge  escaped  him  …  isn’t  the  point  of  an  advisor?  Isn’t  point  of  an  advisor  at  his  level?  Though,  in  some  manner,  he  is  my  entry  point  for  gain  experience  I  desire,  since,  I  will  fatally  need  to  be  acknowledged  for  be  part  as  a  good  ally  of  your  kingdom,  beyond  your  own  approval  that  I  have  already  received  of  course.  ❞  He  was  playfully  expressed.  Did  it  would  make  his  hell  brighter,  or  increased  further  his  current  damnation?  ❝  Your  advisor  is  some  kind  of  genius.  Different  and  similar  of  mine,  as  his  gaze  expressed,  he  holds  fairytale  inside  him.  A  gaze  holding  miracles  inside  of  them,  it’s  how  I  perceive  him.  ❞  Her  following  sentences  pushed  him  into  a  gentle  thoughtfulness,  as  there  was  acceptance  his  obsession  with  power  cannot  been  completely  understand.  ❝  The  world  owns  me  this.  Even  since  my  childhood,  all  I  dream  is  to  seat  down  with  power,  that  I  knew  that  will  be  mine.  It  shouldn’t  be  too  much  to  ask  for  a  noble of my position. ❞

Elizabeth turned and looked to Hans for a long while. Power, that's what he always wanted. In a way he deserved it for having gone through hell as a child. A a prince of all people. Why would his family deny him that? Sure his older brothers had their own small territories within the isle, but why not him? Sometimes it frustrated her as much as it did him. Yet his vision of power was different than hers. To have power meant responsibilities over a whole people. Not just have power itself. He had to be wise with it, but in an odd way, she felt a strange pull that told her he's abuse such power. Maybe it was just something she dreamt about, either way she hoped she was wrong about it.

Her fingers interlocked with his, listening as he spoke of his wants and ambitions for himself and his crown. "Hans please. You know I'm happy to support you in whatever you do. I don't have to speak to my advisor all the time." Ah, her beloved advisor Philip. She knew he would disapprove of what the couple were speaking of. Hans being the MASTER of anything was a bit silly, but deep down she knew he was. He was the MASTER of something, but what? Perhaps time or space? How can one be the MASTER of it? She wasn't sure, but he was.

Taking a breath, she looked out into the landscape before her. It's was oddly soothing to her, despite Hans' current state of mind. Focusing on power and ruling, where she cared little for it. Even if she too was burdened to be a ruler in her own right, she didn't want the power. It was a strange thing really. So she squeezed Hans' hand again, looking to him with something akin to worried. "You do deserve happiness, Hans. If power makes you happy, then .. I'm glad you are happy."

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That  old  man  created  himself  a  solace  inside  an  opportunity,  a  weakness.  By  letting  go  of  the  future  incarnation  he  will  becoming  since  it  was  impossible  that  old  man  would  renounce  of  an  safe  timeline  in  which  he  had  nothing  to  own  to  Theta,  and  in  which  no  Time  Lords  would  reach  that  far  for  pondering  where  he  has  been  going  during  all  this  time,  doing  his  own  project  far  away  of  everything,  he  offered  himself  an  transformation  of  an  preestablished  plot,  sadly,  he  wouldn’t  never  had  the  margin  to  achieve.  The  Year  Who  Never  Was  cannot  been  another  time  rewritten,  in  which  his  survival  was  already  something  that  wasn’t  supposed  to  happens,  and  either  way,  Featherine  let  it  there  for  letting  opportunities  to  one  companion  to  shine,  and  one  tormented  incarnation  of  the  Doctor  remembering  every  inch  of  suffering  he  imposed  on  him  during  that  time.  Did  he  was  going  to  spend  the  rest  of  his  eternity  concerning  that  incarnation  remaining  full  of  bitterness  towards  that  event?  Probably.  He  found  himself  now  within  emotional  conflict  to  experiencing  pity  towards  that  tenth  incarnation  he  had  wished  so  much  him  to  suffer,  in  which  stealing  Sola  has  been  one  thing  among  another,  in  which  he  contributed  to  creating  a  monster  out  of  the  events  he  has  been  culprit.  Even  far  away  of  Theta  now,  even  hoping  to  find  somewhere  he  could  be  safe  without  be  tracked  down  each  little  second  of  his  endless  life  by  the  MIBs  not  inclined  to  leave  him  rest,  and  remaining  tormented  by  the  miracle  possibility to  having  back  an  old  Theta  he  missed,  he  wouldn’t  never  get  what  he  wanted.  Not  when  Featherine  was  controlling  the  storyline,  in  which,  assuming  someday  he  was  controlling  one  timeline,  it  will  be  part  of  the  plot.  Nice  witches  could  even  laugh  at  his  face  about  how  he  was  believing  illusions.

Picking  himself  as  an  option,  as  a  manner  to  nicely  run  away  without  having  to  justify  himself,  and  been  allowed  to  be  a  horrible  merciless  manipulator  was  last  opportunity  in  middle  of  the  paradox.  Oh,  he  could  stay  around  as  a  sentiment  of  student  in  front  of  the  Featherine  of  the  future  but  he  wouldn’t  been  seen  as  who  he  was.  It  would  remain  that  thing  that  was  supposed  to  have  been  dead  decades  ago,  in  which  his  presence  was  unexpected,  in  which  he  wasn’t  seen.  Concerning  the  Featherine  of  the  past,  the  original,  that  big  thief  of  his  title,  as  much  he  was  the  most  inclined  person  to  push  some  common  sense  into  Theta,  he  was  the  rival  that  will  struggling,  in  which  whatever  degraded  morals  he  could  have,  he  could  get  some  wonderful  mirror.  Jealousy  would  remain  nevertheless  towards  the  comfortable  romantic  life  the  old  man  was  having.  It  was  the  price  to  deal  with  himself  ---  if  he  cannot  handle  himself,  of  course,  such  compromise  will  need  with  lot  of  acceptances.

❝  One  vineyard  is  too  little  for  my  taste.  An  entire  timeline  on  my  own  would  be  perfect.  Nothing  to  worry  about  anything  that  can  escape  my  hands  ---  ❞  Somewhere,  he  got  the  sensation  he  experienced  it  before,  he  perceived  the  result  before  …  but  it  seemed  something  strange.  As  …  as  that  possibility,  that  miracle,  wasn’t  something  in  which  he  was  supposed  to  gain  one  mere  awareness  about  it.  Nevertheless,  back  in  the  Academy,  Maxil’s  manners  always  had  the  way  to  annoy  him,  besides  to  been  Sola’s  bodyguard,  when  he  never  forgotten  that  casual  condescendence  shared  with  Featherine.  Though,  it  must  be  his  imagination,  right?   One  fucking  witch  and  her  minion  (he  wished  he  didn’t  have  to  count  that  Bernkastel,  but  he  was  obligated  to)  was  enough  for  the  universe!  Oh,  sure,  becoming  like  Featherine,  having  the  confirmation  it  was  actually  possible,  would  be  a  nice  feeling,  but  it  would  mean,  beyond  Theta,  he  was  also  the  piece  of  himself!  Another  tiny,  miserable,  powerless  piece  that  will  struggling  as  the  pawn  he  was  inside  a  universe  he  thought  to  control,  when  he  was  merely  the  puppet  and  the  salve!  Eventually,  annoyance  he  had  constantly  towards  Theta  will  be  lowered  down.  Eventually,  the  continual  remembrance  he  almost  finished  trapped  for  eternity  inside  a  room  in  which  he  couldn’t  understand  why  the  lock  didn’t  open  would  disappear.  Not  causing  an  logic  error,  it  has  been  the  important  lesson,  avoiding  himself  to  be  catch  up  inside  his  misdeeds  has  been  another  confirmation  he  received  personally  from  Theta.  If  his  youngest  self  has  been  more  guts  that  he  had  during  the  time,  he  would  have  confessing  to  Sola  sooner  in  the  Academy,  or  maybe  his  path  would  have  been  different  by  the  moment  Theta  decided  it  has  been  a  good  decision  to  screwing  up  his  entire  existence  and  stolen  what  actually  happened  remembrances  from  him  during  decades  for  has  been  a  coward,  before  switch  his  decision  in  worse  manner by steal him more of his identity.

Since  Sola  was  pretty  new  concerning  regenerations  for  had  escaped  such  fate,  annoyance  was  showed  instead  when  she  was  referring  his  other  selves.  He  didn’t  care  about  them.  He  was  annoyed  by  them.  He  merited  his  egotistical  perspective  ---  sharing  one  thing  with  the  original  Featherine  on  the  matter  ---  to  be  THE  incarnation,  the  only  one  that  mattered  the  most,  the  one  that  controlling  the  others  …  in  which  it  could  have  been  the  case  if  one  woman  wasn’t  involved  in  the  matter.  As  nasty  his  perception  of  himself  can  be,  he  seemed  a  saint  inside  the  manner  to  treat  himself.  Himself  knew  to  himself  they  will  act  as  a  pure  asshole,  and  be  a  manipulator  behind  good  manners  (something  other  interactions  of  Theta  discovered  by  themselves  about  how  one  witch  was  playing  with  them  inside  a  cruellest  manner  their  darkest  moments  could  her  weapon),  though  there  was  a  certain  level  of  tolerance.  By  now,  only  thing  he  needed  to  pay  attention  was  MIBs  presence  and  the  underworld,  for  him  simply  been inside an long-term  vacation.

It  was  the  nicest,  the  most  pleasant,  the  happiest  storyline  for  him.

Just  a  man  of  vacation  that  might  end  up  dealing  with  the  underworld.

Within  Sola’s  lips,  there  will  always  a  happiness  that  will  never  change,  that  he  always  ensured  even  since  he  has  been  her  constant  afterwards  little  time  with  the  Featherine  of  the  future,  and  how  he  has  been  previously  a  constant  during  the  Time  War.  Way  of  how  she  was  responding how he claiming  that  possessiveness created  a  laugh  following  her  comment.  Oh,  he  would  be  the  one  kicking  out  that  old  man  out  of  his  solace  if  he  thought  he  could  push  him  to  the  door.  ❝  Have  no  intention  to  leave~  An  vacation  can  be  indefinite  if  I  want  to,  and  besides,  I  am  needed  to  make  sure  business  run  just  fine~  ❞  He  playfully  noted,  as  he  appreciated  to  receive  possessiveness  back to him.  ❝  In  time,  I  will  have  my  little  timeline  all  by  myself,  beyond  one  solace  here  to  always  remain.  I  will  bring  that  old  man  to  the  tomb,  remember,  for  be  that  wonderful  husband you will gain in return just for you~  ❞

Sola looked to him with a fondness but there was a mix of sadness in the way she gazed into his face. All the horrid things he had done in his lifetimes and how he was haunted in a way. Not here though in their little bubbled universe. This vineyard the old man had set up for them. True, the old war relic wasn't too found of the younger version of himself being here, but Sola enjoyed his company. He was more a husband than the old man was. He showed his affections toward her ( in his own way ) and she wasn't going to deny him ( or herself ) from getting them. She blamed those years stuck as a human on her want of love and affections. Sole knew he was aware of it too, and made the comments about her former human life a few times. If it wasn't for him, this younger blonde incarnation of Koschei, she'd still be stuck as a human with that damned fobwatch ( or compass in her case ).

Her fingers combed through his hair for a moment, chuckling a bit. "You deserve your own vineyard too. Dare I say ... a better one?" the lady half teased with him. Only he could outdo himself with having something better than his predecessor. Sola took a moment to think of the pair's complicated story. Love was a complicated thing for them, then again she did love Koschei in a way. An attachment that neither really could get rid of. He seemed to always implant himself in her timeline and she enjoyed it. It was a strange ( but loving ) mix of things. Was he using her? Maybe, she wasn't sure if he was or not.

This was the one place they were together and there was no ticking of the clock in her head. The sound he put there as a reminder of him. "Two hearts seems to little for how much I love you too. I love you a great deal, Koschei. The ones I've met at-least." Sola admitted, she hadn't seen many variations of Koschei but the few she had the pleasure of knowing ( except at the Academy, that was different ) she ... liked. Runcible would warn her about Koschei a lot, always finding a way to tell her he's not good or something. She listened to him but didn't take it too seriously. She figured Runicble was jealous of Koschei having Sola's attention, but she only speculated it.

Sola's lips kissed Koschei's in an affectionate way. This was the only variant ( aside from one or two others ) that kissed her. The old man rarely did, not even when they were human. Though, to be fair - maybe it was because he was trapped in an old body. Now she had him, a young and handsome regeneration. The first of a few she would try to keep. She just wanted love and affection from her own kind. Now she had it with this face of his, she was thrilled.

As the kiss ended, she smiled. "I'm not going to let you leave. The old man can just deal with you being here with me." Was there a bit of possessiveness in her voice? Yes, a little. After all the Master was starting to rub off on her.

[lightcreators]

Look  inside  his  expression  wasn’t  going  to  contradict  that  first  sentence.  Maybe  it  has  been  far  too  much  embarrassing  to  been  expressed  aloud?  Nevertheless,  sadly,  he  was  barely  knowing  something  concerning  Ouma  Kokichi.  He  must  be  something  important,  right,  for  having  his  own  figure?  If  he  was  indeed  inside  an  organization  that  was  planning  to  take  over  the  government,  right?  ❝  It’s  well  done.  ❞  He  commented  another  time  with  an  approving  nod.  Decision  to  buy  it  already  has  been  made,  in  which  consequences  of  such  action  could  only  be  good  to  know!  Though,  as  much  there  was  sentiment  of  familiarity  inside  the  wind,  though  unable  to  truly  understand  where  it  was  coming  from,  he  smiled  towards  his  explanation,  readjusting  slowly  his  glasses.  ❝  It’s  understandable.  I’m  definitely  interested  by  your  figure,  and  uh,  I  can  donate  for  such  great  ambition  such  as  yours  …  ❞  Big  question  was  in  which  extent  never  Akechi  Goro  mentioned  him?  Wasn’t  risked  to  be  confrontational  towards  that  detective  when  himself  finding  himself  wrapped  into  it?  ❝  Mh  …  if  a  detective  named  Akechi  give  you  trouble,  I  can  be  here  for  support  you,  or  anyone  around  that  might  not  taken  your  positions  in  a  good  way.  Someone  else  I  know  struggled  similarity  to  having  his  opinion  been  accepted  by other people around him …  ❞

“Duuuh! It's adorable 'cuz it's me!” Two sets of eyes―his and the figures'―face a potential buyer, face lightening up with joy as he presses mini-him up to his own cheek. Mischief evident in his voice, he prattles on. “Why else would I use my own likeness? If you're going to pay for something with my face on it, then they should have the right to know what the funds are going to be used for. I'm a honest man! So, will you take up my offer? Will you?”

♜ @lightcreators / cont from

[lightcreators]

Coloured him surprised! Most likely not in television, otherwise, later sentence wouldn’t never have been expressed in front of his face! Nevertheless, good manners and good decisions to bring for act friendly would be to indicate everything he missed out --- whatever kind of darkened cave he has been living all this time! Besides, it would be giving him an opportunity to be further frontal concerning his opinion on the Phantom Thieves, when he will have a counter-arguments that will displeasing his narrative, though he would have to nuance it. ❝ Where did you hear about it? ❞ No matter manner he would taming down actual confusion he had towards answers he was answering, his challenging habit could show up without be questioned. That following sentence, really, he forced himself to transforming an annoyed expression into disinterested sigh. ❝ There are the main hot topic in Tokyo. Do you want me to explain what you’ve missed? I thought you knew them, since you hear about these death, these tragic metanoias. ❞

"I did actually hear about the deaths." He'd say he wouldn't have, but he's been here a bit longer than expected and well gossip was gossip and as long as he didn't let himself be dragged into it, he should be fine.

He still had access to his powers here, so if anything were to happen...he could fight. Could protect.

"Phantom theives, no, that I have not heard of."

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The  Time  War  wasn’t  a  fixed  point.

Oh  sure,  at  this  point,  inside  another  existences,  it  created  the  mere  identity  of  a  Master  he  didn’t  wanted  crossing  paths.  Of  sure,  at  this  point,  it  has  been  a  possibility  Featherine  anticipated  a  long  time  ago,  and  certainly,  she  carefully  manipulated  herself  inside  the  best  abilities  she  could  for  create  one  particular  future.  Only  –  did  he  was  allowed  into  that  existence  to  even  speak  up  about  the  Time  War  with  Theta?  It  wasn’t  like  it  would  be  inconsequential  when  inside  another  existence,  as  a  Hobbit,  he  passed  his  entire  existence  to  avoid  such  event  for  avoid  accidentally  also  the  destruction  of  his  own  universe  thanks  to  his  own  forgotten  species,  that  oh,  sealed  the  fate  of  a  cousin  that  decided  to  rebooting  the  timeline  and  pressuring  himself  with  responsibilities  that  weren’t  his  own!   He  wouldn’t  have  mind  been  shattered  all  across  the  universes  as  a  survival  trick  ---  though  would  have  loved  Featherine  asking  his  opinion  before  imposing  her  will  inside  the  Matrix,  but  he  cannot  fantom  towards  such  illusion  ---  if  he  could  return  home  in  one  way  or  another  inside  say  universe.  Oh,  that  life,  it  was  impossible,  Philip  Butler  would  instead  be  laughing  at  his  face  concerning  such  naivety  ---  him,  returning  home,  when  his  awakening  will  be  imposing  him  to  play  doctor  in  middle  of  his  current  universe,  transforming  altogether  the  preestablished  plot  he  will  controlling,  and  accepting  willingly  to  return  into  stern  laws  of  Gallifrey  in  which  he  will  be  perceived  as an  anomaly,  and  oh,  won’t  be  allowed  to  change  current  system?  It  was  dramatic  he  died  on  Gallifrey  before  he  gets  to  meet  that  blonde  fifth  incarnation,  in  which  he  would  have  somewhere  back  home  a  manner  to  calm  down  Theta.  Another  thing  he  would  need  to  punch  the  Master  for  it ! 

He  couldn’t  reassure  Sola  concerning  anger  he  sensed  towards  Featherine  or  even  mere  thoughts  of  Koschei  wandering  somewhere  unaware  of  scale  of  one  murder  he  committed  (in  which  his  degree  of  anger  was  something  he  never  experienced  at  this  point)  frustrated  him  beyond  everything.  It  always  has  been  a  game  inside  a  game!  He  always  ended  up  as  a  mere  pawn  used  into  larger  plotting  in  which  his  single  manner  was  to  use  given  information  for  his  advantages.  Since  one  Phil  was  so  happier  to  been  allowed  to  touching  his  ambitious  behaviour,  it  was  good  moment  for  show  his  potential?  In  all  cases,  he  would  need  the  MIBs  for  hoping  reach  Featherine  someday.  Featherine,  in  which  his  existence  as  Bilbo,  giving  him  a  wonderful  remembrance  about  what  to  expect,  when  he  hoped  Theta  will  be  ready !

Enough  atrocities  happened because  it  was  convenient  for  the  plot!

❝  Frodo  didn’t  reset  an  entire  timeline  for  becoming  another  time  a  victim  of  it!  ❞  It  was  a  little  secret  in  middle  of  timelines  in  which  Featherine  couldn’t  know.  Sure,  that  witch  thought  about  how  transforming  that  event  into  something  different,  even  twisting  memories  for  that  result.  Even  if  inside  that  current  timeline,  the  Time  War  didn’t  happen.  If  it’s  did,  his  lifetime  as  Bilbo  will  be  fatally  ended  dramatically  another  time  by  another  big  destruction  of  that  universe,  and  this  time,  it  will  be clearly  over.  A  big  bad  ending,  in  which  repetition,  repeating  the  event  one  more  time,  would  cause  a  disappearance  of  a  miracle’s  possibility,  in  which  one  soul  will  never  resurrecting.  That  destruction  could  occur  in  middle  of  a  metaphoric  world,  in  which  other  attempts  will  not  touch  the  matter,  but  one  failure  inside  the  physical  world  would  mean  a  dead  end.  It  has  another  time  a  confession  made  between  anger,  sadness,  and  frustration.  The  Time  War  was  a  possibility,  a  worse-case  scenario,  not  a  fatally,  and  not  a  fixed  point.  Taking  a  deep  breath,  even  though  the  universe  was  different,  he  could  admit  it.  ❝  I  travel  among  the  galaxy  inside  one  of  my  existences,  as  Biblo,  for  stop  it.  ❞  It  was  an  assumed  present.  It  was  currently  happening,  and  he  wasn’t  the  one  struggling  the  most  with  it.  If  Game  Master  he  has  been,  it  has  been  during  the  short  time  he  has  been  with  Featherine,  before  that  title  was  passed  on  into  Frodo’s  taken  the  entire  blow  of  awareness  concerning  the  timeline.  How  the  Baggins  finding  themselves  protectors  of  a  reboot  awareness  when  everything  happening  would  be  anchored  into  that  timeline  couldn’t  be  considered  as  a  blessing.  Consciousness  of  the  public  place  they  were  was  sudden  reminder  the  MIBs  might  not  appreciating  he  was  saying  too  much.  If  he  had  a  free  pass  before  for  not  speaking  nicely  of  Featherine  --- that  amused  Philip  Butler  that  knew  something  of  the  subject  ---  it  will  be  becoming  a  privilege’s  badge.  ❝  I  only  been  observer  of  the  consequences,  not  of  the  cause.  Maybe  it’s  locked  somewhere,  or  Gallifrey  is  currently  unreachable,  but  present  somewhere.  Featherine  specialities  is  playing  with  timelines,  I’m  sure  she  will  have  her  way  to  get  Gallifrey  to  take  the  path  she  decided,  and  not  whatever  Rassilon  would  have  hoped  to  have  at  that  time!  ❞  Best  he  was  staying  silent  concerning  Koschei.  Featherine  would  have  destroyed  for  them  their  little  grandeurs  ambitions,  in  which,  sadly,  she  played  perfectly  his  game.   There  was  a  sensation  of  calmness  as  Bilbo  was  referred  back  to  him.  ❝  It  has  been  inside  that  universe,  though  the  content  of  the  book  is  actually  little  about  what  truly  happened.  Oh,  and  the  current  Lord  of  the  Rings  is  just  one  timeline  with  omissions,  but  I’m  not  the  one  supposed  comment  in  real  time  given  perspective  of  the  main  concerned.  ❞  It  managed  to  temporary  calmed  him  down,  regardless  sharpest  of  his  words.  ❝  I  swear,  I  will  punch  Theta by the sight of an occasion  ! ❞

Sola took a breath again when the realization of everything finally hit her. They were the last of their kind. The war destroyed them. Locked their species away in an endless loop of destruction. Where was the Doctor? The Master? They weren't in this universe. It was just Sola and Runcible, together and very much alone. A hiss came from her lips, feeling the sadness and anger settling in within her hearts. She wasn't an angry being by any means but this ... this was getting to her. She gripped her friend's hand tightly as he spoke. A hiss escaped here lips, they where the last of the Time Lords and they couldn't do anything about it. It hurt her hearts and she knew Runcible was mad and hurt too over it. "We both are victims of the Time War, Runcible." she began, taking a breath as her mind raced and she felt things going on in the universes. Many things she saw, heard, and felt ... but none hurt more than this.

Gallifrey was their home, now it was gone. Forever it seemed. Yes, she was a human throughout most of the war and oblivious to it until after it had already ended but she felt it. Her eyes looked around the scenery of the park this late at night. The stars in this universe swirling above their heads. Her hand was still firmly gripped with Runcible's. She had lost him before ( on a few occasions ) due to various reasons but now she had him by her side. She wasn't going to let him go, she wasn't going to be alone. Neither of them were. Not anymore anyways. "I know I was stuck as a human for the war, but I know it hurts. I feel it. There's nothing. It's like our home is locked away."

Then there was the snap of this universe. Another fixed point neither could do a thing about. Not directly anyways. It was going to happen regardless and they had to feel and witness both universes in their own way bringing destruction and death. She spent so much time as a human that she understood it in a way. It was something she would not have changed either. Experiencing things she normal would not have. Yet she felt Runcible's anger an annoyance. Sola felt it deeply. When he mentioned the Hobbit she couldn't help but to smile some. Ah, Bilbo her dear friend. Who was here still ( in a way ). "The Hobbit as you know, will be a grand best seller, Runcible." It was a light joke to keep the mood from being all of despair and destruction. Sola's Hans squeezed Runcible's as the pair looked out into the horizon. They would face this together.

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There  has  been  an  immediate  nod  when  a  clear  happiness  was  showing.  Though  ---  wondering  in  which  circumstances  he  ended  up  meeting  the  one  exposed  inside  the  tiny  figure  was  something  he  attempted  not  to  looking  too  much  confused  into  darkened  eyes.  ❝  This  figure  is  just  adorably  cute.  ❞  It  looked  beautiful  inside  whatever  home,  though  somewhere  inside  the  attic,  it  will  be  giving  another  atmosphere.  There  was  a  complete  absence  of  decoration  unless  a  plat,  and  cannot  pretending  he  was  exploring  the  web  outside  for  find  rare  items  that  can’t  hardly  be  found  somewhere  else.  It  was  his  following  sentences  you  catch  up  him  off  guard.  ❝  Taking  over  the  government?  You’ve  use  that  money  for  taking  that  government?  ❞  Transforming  the  psyche  of  people  in  the  sidelines  didn’t  help  to  act  casual  concerning  such  things,  for  mostly  ended  up  embarrassed  when  he  heard  stuff  concerning  the  Phantom  Thieves.  ❝  Want  to  change  the  world,  mh?  ❞  Actually,  for  be  totally  honest,  he  had  no  idea  with  who  he  was  speaking  about,  even  with  a  clue  about  the  name  that  boy  owned.  ❝  Must  be  prideful  to  becoming  more  popular  !  ❞

“Oooh you want to buy this!” Casually he holds up a tiny figure based on his likeness―down to his cheeky little grin painted on its little face. “Help us fund our plans for taking over the goverment! For your generous donation you get a little mini-me! Who wouldn't want that?”

[lightcreators]

There was a moment of silence. What was that kind of confession? Wasn’t a confirmation he indeed, never perceived him on TV, for otherwise have bounced back towards given opportunity he friendly opened, but has been met previously in the streets, like now? Besides, as much he would be kind enough not be a viper and not to destabilize him completely right away (it’s remained important information), what kind of reasons he was speaking about? Emotional shock coming of a trauma, a mental illness, something physical? Apparently, if he was touching such turmoil, he will suffer immediate consequences, hence he avoids himself to watch troubles, right? Since there was no answer concerning Akira, he rightfully assumed he knew nothing on the matter. At least, he could personally understood funny joke who has been introduced to him in an sudden way.

❝ What do you know about the Phantom Thieves, since you’ve remained behind of current turmoil? Have you heard about the sudden and brutal deaths around Tokyo? ❞ Last one was his fault, hence he could allow himself to judge if he ever read one newspaper, or was totally off ground for a very long time. ❝ It must be difficult for you if you living in Tokyo, and not reading news, you’ve might be confused a lot. ❞ It won’t be the first Kurusu becoming a temporary tourist into this city, nevertheless, keep that consideration he could questioning himself into his mind. ❝ Did it happen to you often? Dissociating from reality, for whatever the reason is? ❞ The question was intended to be kind. It wasn’t common on the sector, he could confess. Concerning his last question, it would be quick to be responded. ❝ What are you interested to know? If I’m speaking about something you’ve have no interest, it will be useless. I can buy that drink for you, what do you want meanwhile we walk? I can help you understand what you’ve missed. ❞

"Well considering I...happen to be someone who is entirely out of touch with reality at times because of...reasons. I suppose yes, I do avoid a lot of the turmoil and issues happening lately." A small smile. Not a full lie, a half lie, but it works none the less.

He's not able to say he has found himself in this same universe, interacting with the same person who was also vastly different from the one before him now.

"Why don't you fill me in, while we grab something to drink?"