@puppetmaster13u You called Danny a space whale in the tags of one of this post.
Now what if that was literal?
Hear me out, Danny outlives his friends, parents, sister. Danny becomes a literal whale.
Well, not a literal one because he's a ghost, but he takes the shape one of at the very least. He's just a giant, glowing white whale that looks pretty divine not going to lie.
Danny leaves earth. It wasn't safe for him anymore, what with the GIW and all that as even the ghosts found it not even worth anymore to visit the mortal world.
Except for Desiree and Spectra, but that's besides the point.
But Danny doesn't retreat to the zone, he's always longed for space, but because of his new half humanness he doesn't get believe he could've ever gone because, well. Yea.
But Danny goes fuck it and goes anyway. His form shifts from human to that of a giant whale, and he swims out into the vastness of space.
Years pass, and Danny does start getting bigger as he aged. He explored the vastness of space, marveling at many things, the different planets, the stars, the formations of rock and other things.
Then he encounters someone he never though he would've.
Vlad.
Well, he knew Vlad was left behind in space by his father but he didn't think he would find him again and Vlad seemed... different, from what he remembered.
For one thing, he didn't even know where Vlad began and space ended. He got only see those red eyes that even hinted at it being the man. His body was void black and filled with stars upon stars, all glittering from his body and Vlad barely even seemed to notice him, or if he did, he didn't seem to care at all.
So, Danny took him.
He was both curious and felt a bit bad about what happened to Vlad, even if he didn't know exactly what happened, and he couldn't just leave him there either.
So on his back Vlad went, and his travels continued.
It seemed to be the correct decision, really, because slowly overtime Vlad seemed to be regaining his awareness. Then slowly, tentatively, started to speak with him through ghost speak.
Vlad only seemed to vaguely remember what he was before space. He remembered hating a man, loving a woman, wanting a son, loneliness and a boy with white hair and toxic green eyes.
Even though Vlad was his former enemy, his nemesis, and someone who took the world hostage.
He couldn't help but feel pity for him.
Then their travels continued.
Years pass unnoticed, when in space, with Danny slowly getting bigger and bigger as the two travel throughout. They've come into contact with various civilizations, some hostile, some peaceful, some neutral.
The hostile ones never lasted long, even if Danny never lifted a flipper to do anything most of the time, Vlad made sure of it.
They came at went as they pleased, and Danny believes that they've gained a bit of a reputations over their adventures, but neither he nor Vlad knew exactly what they said. It did prove useful in some cases, however.
A few more years, and Danny feels that this system is vaguely familiar. Which happens sometimes, considering he's been travelling for so long. He then finds out why it was so familiar.
He came across Earth and, oh. When was the Earth so small?
Well, not small really, but when was he just only a bit smaller than it?
Did it shrink when he was away? Or did he just grow?
That doesn't matter though. What does, is the fact that currently seemed to be an invasion going on, on his home planet thank you very much. He did not like the fact that there was a massive fleet parked right outside his home.
So he spoke to Vlad, expressed his displeasure, Vlad responded back knowingly and went off to make the source of his displeasure disappear. That doesn't Danny was idle either, the fleet was big and, well.
It's been a while since he's stretched himself in a fight.
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At some point this afternoon, a knife-wielding child broke into the tower. He managed to subdue several guards by the time word got back to Kinn, who was - confused would be an understatement, in terms of how he felt about Chan's report.
"Who's kid is it?" he asks.
"We don't know, sir," Chan replies.
They're on the way to the child's last known location. Apparently he holed himself up in the residential wing, not far from Kinn's own rooms. Was this some kind of bizarre assassination attempt? That didn't make any sense. None of this made any sense.
When they reached the room, Kinn found it guarded by a host of bodyguards. Apparently they'd decided on a containment measure.
"He hasn't attempted to leave," reported one of the men. "He was demanding to see Khun Kinn, but it's been quiet for the last ten minutes, now."
"Are you sure he's still in there?" Chan asks, and the guard shifts, his guilty look an answer.
Kinn sighs.
"Alright, let's see the situation, then." He gestures for the door to be opened, and lets Chan enter first.
At first Kinn doesn't notice anyone in the room. It's empty; has probably been empty for years. Still, he waits for Chan to clear the room, a gun in his hands as he roots out every darkened corner where a feral child might be hiding.
They find him in the bedroom. Curled up on the ground between the bed and the wall, clutching his knees to his chest. He can't be more than twelve or thirteen. He looks sullen, and beneath that, scared. He looks like-
"... Kim?"
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Although Théodule’s decision not to say anything about Marius’ visits reflects his obedience to a different authority (the “discipline” of the military), it also highlights continuities between old and new orders. His respect for death may be religious or spiritual, but his respect for Georges Pontmercy as a colonel and his desire to salute him stems more from his own military rank. He’s likely a royalist if he cares about politics at all because of his family, but he also feels connected to Marius’ father as a soldier. The government may have changed, but the French army is, in some ways, the same, and for him at that moment, that tie took precedence.
It’s also fitting that M Gillenormand’s curiosity is what actually harms Marius. Mlle Gillenormand doesn’t have a lot of power in the household, and Théodule really couldn’t care less what happens there. M Gillenormand has all the authority here, so his opinions are what determines Marius’ security. Mme Victurnien and the woman from the Gorbeau House were either in a place of authority (as the one watching over the house) or could report to one (like Mme Victurnien did); Mlle Gillenormand could have behaved like Victurnien, but she would have risked M Gillenormand’s rage, not been praised by society for revealing a scandal (especially given M Gillenormand’s reverence of Marius).
He’s so dramatic about it, too, using his assumptions as another opportunity to boast of his past affairs and making sure he does so with an audience (his daughter):
““For this evidently is a portrait. I know all about such things. That is worn tenderly on the heart. How stupid they are! Some abominable fright that will make us shudder, probably! Young men have such bad taste nowadays!””
As distressing as this chapter is - Marius has been cast out of his home for his political beliefs - it still has some humor because Marius is a bit of a disaster. The fact that his calling cards were what definitively exposed him is a little embarrassing, and his confusion over which king to denounce is hilarious (he has the spirit! He’s just catching up to the present in his reading).
That being said, this is a really tragic outcome. Being away from Gillenormand can only be good for Marius, but having to leave with nothing is horrible (especially given that his father sacrificed his time with him to guarantee his financial security! Which he now lacks). Mlle Gillenormand’s treatment worsens, too. M Gillenormand’s absolutism (both in terms of his politics and his attitude toward people who disagree with him) shattered whatever semblance of care they all had for each other.
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