#and i wrote four replies/starters and did no studying

[turingtestr]

mobile post of all my information for the anon who wanted a mobile rules / bio. i could make a google docs but i’m burnt out. please also note, i haven’t even GLANCED at my bio i wrote for elijah since 2018, so uh... i should probably do that. sorry if it’s bad.

ONE. due to the nature of my roleplaying style, there will absolutely be mature themes here and there on this blog. all and any mature themes that involve sexual topics of the nsfw variety will only be written with muses that are 18+. as for those people that are 18+ that follow me, i fully understand if you do not want to write any nsfw content, and if any threads lead to that we can fade to black. just ask me, i’m fairly easy going and more than happy to make people feel welcome. it is not a requirement to rp nsfw content with me and i will never force anyone to do that. !

TWO. this is a selective/private blog. i really only roleplay with mutuals, however you’re more than welcome to reply to any of my open starters if i specify that you can but just know i might not reply because i (1) don’t know your muse, (2) have zero muse for the reply and will get to it later, (3) have no interest in the thread, or (4) am uncomfortable with something on your blog. roleplaying is also a HOBBY for me. i work full time and sometimes i genuinely cannot reply fast. if you hassle me to reply to things, i will not want to roleplay with you and it will turn me off from roleplaying with you completely. in fact, if you harrass me to reply to threads, i will automatically unfollow you because i’m not about that life of being pushed to reply to things. if you spam my follow button to try and get my attention, that will result in a soft block on your behalf. please don’t test my patience. if you do not have your ooc name on your page i will not follow you, due to me thinking hiding your ooc alias is shady and sketchy af.

THREE. i love shipping and i love roleplaying so much. this is not a single ship blog and none of the ships i portray are at the same time (unless further discussed with muns, of course).MY PRIMARY CHLOE SHIPPING PARTNER IS @TURINGTESTEE, which means that if kamski mentions chloe in a verse, he's most likely talking about this chloe. if there are any verses that kamski is going to have one single ship, i will make sure to let people know that in the verse description section once i make it. otherwise, my muse is a free for all. if i do have mains, which will be listed, they are just the people i will reply to the most, however, i won't actually limit myself to only roleplaying with them and i hope my mains respect and are comfortable with that.

FOUR.��tagging triggers is something that means a lot to me as i am not comfortable with NEEDLES OR PUPPETS on my dashboard so i blacklist needles tw and puppets tw. i know it’s weird but hey, we all have our things. please let me know if you need anything tagged- even if i don’t personally follow you. you deserve a clean and safe dashboard to roleplay in. WARNING.

FIVE.anon hate will be deleted on the spot. no exceptions. i don’t care about your petty feelings and i won’t tolerate them in the slightest. i’m not here to entertain horrible people’s opinions of myself. constructive criticisms are allowed, but at the respect of myself reblogging a meme asking for it specifically.

SIX. mutuals are allowed to ask for my wire or discord, since i use both and would love to rp on both. i also play dead by daylight on ps4, so if you’d be down to game as well, feel free to hit me up there too! overwatch on ps4 is ITSGEOFFREY so you can add me there too.

SEVEN. i very rarely will send in passwords, as i do not require it and i should not have to be tested on your blog to be allowed to roleplay with someone. usually if you have a password, i genuinely just didn’t think to look for it and i apologize if this upsets you but you probably won’t see any from me.

EIGHT. please take into consideration while dealing with kamski that he has high signs of NPD & a huge god complex.

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BIOGRAPHY

NAME: Elijah Dean Kamski ALIASES: Eli, Lij, Boss, Kamski GENDER: Male AFFILIATION: Cyberlife Technologies, currently retired AGE: 36

THE START

there's many days where the kamski family would have a bit of struggles, as elijah grew up. he never knew much about his father, seeing as his father passed when he was a very young boy — no more than six. he'd never grown to know too much about him, and his mother didn't overly want to share about him, so it was safe to say the woman had a reason for not telling elijah and that was that.

growing up with a single mother who had severe epilepsy, elijah tried his very hardest to make his mother's life as easy as possible. school days would be very short considering he'd go straight home from school in order to watch after his mother. some days with his mother, depending on the medication the doctors had recommended her, would be better than others. she always appreciated her son's committment to being with her and he was determined to make life easy on the two of them. using the money she got from the state, she'd try to urge her son go into extra cirricular activiies he wanted to do, however he only dismissed the ideas, claiming that he'd rather be home. he'd use the money to spend on textbooks, wanting to develop his own version of a Vagus nerve stimulation device. one that would make sure to surge with electrical pulses before his mother even remotely had to move herself to activate the device. computer engineering was his goal, and he'd stop at nothing to get through that.

as life continued on, elijah continued to shove his head into books and continuously study. he pushed through high school faster than anyone had expected, at age ELEVEN he had shown his studies to multipile colleges, showing his theories on how to better create medical devices.

THE CHANGE

the university of colbridge had been a struggle for elijah, being the youngest student there. studying medical engineering was easy, and he had decided to double major in computer engineering as well, to perhaps attempt to integrate the two. though school was difficult, the hardest part was being away from his mother. the school had refused to let him travel back and forth, saying that freshmen had to stay on campus as apart of regulations and requirements from the state. when he started college, his mother had decidded upon asking the state for a caregiver- on the off chance that something did happen. with the VNS that was already implanted in her, she was able to have a job during the day, but the caretaker was supposed to just oversee her during the nights. it settled eli's anxiety about his mother a little bit. four months into his freshman year, eli had woken up to a call from the san antonio police, letting him know that his mother had been rushed to the hospital after having a grand mal seizure and hitting her head on their marble counters. apparently the caretaker assigned to look after his mother hadn't even shown up that night. he quickly rushed home, terrified what had happened.

something, however that night had turned elijah into a bitter person. into someone against humanity. though his mother had survived the seizure, things weren't the same for either of them. after knowing his mother's caretaker had ABANDONED her, elijah had fully decided to go more into engineering to create a way for humans to be more reliable. what was more reliable than humanity? MACHINES. something that would always obey. obedient machines that had a purpose and a task and would see it through. dropping fully out of medical engineering, elijah settled for computer science and engeineering instead. the utter drive to create a better human than humans themselves was so strong that by the age sixteen, elijah had worked together with a team of classmates to create the first medical assistant androids. REVOLUTIONARY KICKSTARTER model 100, or RK for short. RK100 was born and tested on his mother, who seeemed quite uneasy, but only wanted to support her son.

ENTER CYBERLIFE

though it wasn't perfect, the ark series took off. mainly piquing interest in san diego, california. the backbones of the mega-billion dollar company that would be founded by elijah kamski and his cohorts suddenly had at least three hundred backers trying to support the small business after seeing what a success the RK100 was at being not only a companion for his mother, but also how helpful the RK was at it's job. the medical caretakers were able to do so much, and suddenly with the money that was being thrown at the group, elijah became more than enthused with power. hungry for it, almost.

making more medical related androids were being highly requested, and the team set out to create diffrent functions for androids, trying to perfect everything.

taking into consideration his mother — his finest mentor and most trusted support, and what she thought of the androids, he sought out to consult with his old AI professor, Amanda Stern, on how to make the androids a bit more lifelike. It was hard, at least for what his mother admitted, for a human to trust a machine that looked like a machine to help themselves out through life. upon her advice, eli threw himself into work, the team of cyberlife growing into a business, and then a wide scale company alongside elijah's work. no matter what, the man was the front of the company, having done the majority of the coding and research in what brought the androids to life. the company sought after targeting the cheapest land developments in the united states in order to make their headquarters and warehouses, bringing CYBERLIFE to DETROIT, MICHIGAN where it currently resides.

it takes kamski four years after founding cyberlife to come out with a brand new appearance for his androids. something human like after struggling and struggling to engineer the perfect components to theorize biological functions. this equiptment created became biocompotenents, but it still wasn't enough to make thes he was creating look HUMAN. but after all the struggles and finally figuring out a way to regulate something akin to blood into the android's system, elijah kamski in the year 2022 releases the RT REVOLUTIONARY TURING model; a personal assistant to elijah kamski that uses the alias ' CHLOE '. Cyberlife has been thurst into the spotlight and once again Elijah Kamski realizes that these advancements in the world have honestly made people envious. the public demands the rights to these androids and while he still is bitter over humanity and the lack of reliabilty that humans provide for the world, he obliges. Cyberlife goes public with their androids and the public are now able to put a price tag on androids.

THE REVOLUTION

the world that assumes elijah kamski is nothing but a greedy, power-hungry boss of a CEO for cyberlife overlooks one important fact: he still wants revenge on the world. his mother passes on at the age 43, a few years before his greatest mentor amanda stern passes. the loss of both role models awakens a vengeful force in elijah kamski. one that wants to remind the world that mortality is relevant for all. cyberlife has created over thousands of models, all for different functions and he looks upon his kingdom with hopeful eyes as well as bitterness. humanity has become less reliant. they've become lazier. androids have become the working force, for the most part, and while elijah sees that as a positive note because it is moving forward away from the laziness and unreliability of humanity — the CEO is fully aware that his androids are becoming more and more human like the more and more they develop. the deviant base code is never once touched. always overlooked by cyberlife developers who dare not touch the work of the first working android made by elijah kamski himself. while he's aware he, himself, is mortal just like the rest of humanity, seeing his creations become sentient, to rise up against the laziness and unreliable humanity that he lives among has been his goal. he just awaits the REVOLUTIONARY KICKSTARTER 200 to actually get pushed to the brink of going through his code.

now it's just a game of waiting to see who pushes who, and who comes up on top. it's always a delight to play god.

THE SIBLING ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

i'm not going to be writing a brand new biography for the gavin / elijah brothers universe, but i need to work out how they can be related with my current bio, or i might just go off of a gavin's biography. shrug emote.

[sevenseas-queen]

a girl | Ben Hardy! Roger Taylor

Summary: Being in a band with four other guys were sometimes a pain in the ass. Everyone has their secrets and so does Y/n.

Pairings: Ben Hardy! Roger Taylor x Female Reader

AU: Queen!Member!Singer!Y/n Y/l/n

Warnings: Rude Language, someone hitting someone.

A/n: This kinda follows BoRhap since I found a perfect link to watch the movie all over again. Let’s just say this takes part after Freddie joins the boys. They have been doing a number of pub gigs before they make album 1. Correct me if I am ever wrong, I hate making myself look a fool out of things I simply might know. Just a lack of knowledge when I am writing. I did write a song called Another Love since I sing and do all that jazz so please don’t think I’m ripping some artist off! Part one of Secrets!! Pls send me an ask to be added to this series or my permanent taglist! Also like and reblog, love to see reactions, it helps boost motivation!!!!

[teaser]

“Are you sure that she knows we are here?”, a voice says quietly. Freddie nodded at Deaky with a convincing smile.

You were asleep soundlessly on the black couch with Kira who snuggled into your lap. The dog lightly growled out at the boys who stood feet from Y/n.

“Kira that’s enough.”, You said with your eyes closed. A yawn followed after.

Papers were scattered everywhere on the coffee table in front of the boys. An acoustic guitar on the end of the couch along with a whole drum set in the far corner of the room. It caught Rogers attention very quickly.

“Your friend she seems very musically talented?”, Roger questions as he went over to the drum set.

“She is darling. That is why we need her.”, he says as he pursed his lips and clapped his hands. Making the small corgi jump off his best friend and off somewhere around the flat.

Roger scanned the black set. It looked very new and the drumsticks were on the stool. He smirked to himself as he grabbed them. They were midway wrapped with black tape. It made him chuckle. He sat on the stool, his hands twirled the sticks calmly.

Roger didn’t know you. Freddie constantly chatted up a storm about you. It made him jealous. If this Y/n was good then he could easily be replaced. The Roger Taylor couldn’t have that.

Deaky looked around the flat as his eyes landed on Roger. Roger smirked at Deaky and lifted his hands up. “Roger no!”

The half wrapped sticks hit the set violently making you jump up in fright. “What the bloody fuck are you doing with my-“

“Darling you’re up!”, Freddie chirps like a mother who had seen their child do a good deed. Roger stepped away from the set, placing the sticks back on the stool. Feeling relieved with what he had done.

“I am sadly. What are you doing here Freddie?”, You say too mad to even process the fact that four men were all in your flat.

“We need a huge favor, love.”, he replies as he hands you the guitar. “Play that song you wrote for me. What was it called? Another Love?”

Your jaw clenched as the guitar was now placed at your feet. “I-“

“Freddie says you’re good at almost everything. Then show us.”, Roger says while he crossed his arms over his toned chest.

You look up at the blonde haired boy. You furrowed your eyebrows. “I’m sorry but who the fuck are you?”, You tried to sound funny but it came out very harsh. What was he doing here? You almost threw your guitar at Freddie for bringing his friends here. Especially the biggest man whore on campus.

Roger bit his lip back as Deaky made a ‘o’ shape with his mouth. Brian stood back along with Freddie unaware of this situation and how to talk you out of hurting each other feelings.

“Oh love, my names Roger Taylor. The drummer of Queen. You are?”, he says with a raise of his eyebrow. You rolled your tired eyes and grabbed the guitar. ‘No shit.’, you wanted to say or just give him a flirty laugh and an eye roll but you didn’t.

“I’m Y/n Y/l/n and next time your pretty ass messes with my drums. I’ll carve you a new one.”, You say satisfied with your remark. You start to tune your guitar. Deaky gulped and moved closer towards Brian. Roger smirked at your reply.

“Y/n! That’s very rude!”, Freddie goes as he takes a seat next to you. You shrugged it off and started playing the chords you wrote down.

You cleared your throat and hummed lightly.

“Another love. Another love.”, you sang slowly dragging out the love in the end.

“You walked away from this heartache but you’re too late. I stayed the same.”, your fingers pressed against the cool chords as you sped up the song a little bit. You closed your eyes getting the feel of the song you wrote about someone that never even knew you existed.

“Tell me, oh another love. Tell me you wanted to stay. I can see it in your eyes. Along with those lies. ”, you looked up as you sang. Freddie had a huge smile on his face mumbling along the lyrics with you. The rest of his band mates stood around the coffee table shocked.

“Another love, another day, another lie-okay I’m done. There.”, You stopped abruptly as you stopped strumming the guitar.

“Not bad.”, Roger says as he now leans against the white wall. Deaky rolled his eyes at Rogers remark.

“That was good. That really doesn’t show us how strong your vocals are-“, the guy with large curly hair said as he looked at Freddie for guidance.

“She has some talen-“

“What about you? What do you think?”, You ask politely to the guy who hadn’t said anything but look around.

He was taken back and licked his lips. “For starters it’s okay. Not my type of-“

“Good so we can leave. We are good with just us four.”, Roger adds in completely cutting off his band mate.

You sighed, bringing your hand up to your forehead to rub it lightly. They weren’t supposed to be here. You didn’t even know Freddie created a band much less a band that screamed irony and fashion.

“Freddie?”

“Yes darling, Y/n.”

“What are you gits doing here. I barely know any of you.”, You pester as you got up. Your pajamas loosely hung around your body and the socks you were was pushed down. You looked pathetic in front of his friends.

Freddie knew that look you had on your face. He had something better up his sleeve. Freddie needed you as much as you needed him. You’re like a baby sister to him. He knew how much you wanted to become someone whose name were in lights to touring all around the world.

“Give us a minute, boys.”, Freddie says as he lightly pulled you away from the three men. You didn’t protest or put up a fight when Freddie sighed.

“I’m not joining your band of mis-“

“Y/n, you came here to get away from your family in America. You came here to live a life filled with music. I don’t take no for an answer darling and you know that.”, he says as he cuts you off.

He waited for your reply. Your fingers wrapped around a long strand of your y/h/c hair as you thought about what he said. He was right. You got away to pursue in music and study it. This was a chance, it could be for fun or for a real cost.

You smiled to yourself, “I’ll join your band. If your little mates are okay with it.”

Freddie clapped suddenly. Happier than you were. He pulled you in a quick embrace and whispered, “They’ll love you! We have a gig tonight and you’re gonna be there! Bye darling! See you in a few.”

You couldn’t protest. Your best friend was out the door along with his friends. Leaving you all alone and wondering why you got yourself into this mess.

“What did I just agree too?”, You say to yourself as you went up to your bedroom. Kira followed quickly behind you.

You nodded slightly as you started to warm up on the drum set. You tried to get the nerves out of your system. You were to caught up in the drumming when all of the sudden four men appear in your doorway of the flat.

You stopped suddenly and twirled the stick in your left hand through your fingers.

You made sure to make eye contact with the blonde haired drummer. The same boy who caught your eye on campus.

“Now she is just showing off!”, he says while rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his toned chest. Roger was about to throw the biggest bitch fit in Y/n’s flat and his band mates were ready for it.

“I must say even with your looks you still act like a bit-“, You urge in to say but Freddie clears his throat, demanding all attention on him. “My apologies.”

“My little Y/n has agreed to join our band before we hit the road for this gig-“

“Wait hit the road? You didn’t say anything about hitting the road, Fred.”, You say with wide eyes as you stepped away from your drum set.

“Yes darling, now are show is around noon tomorrow so let’s get this show started!”, Freddie continues as he walked around the flat. He smiled at his shocked friends that had on all disappointed stricken looks for Y/n joining the band.

They were well with just them but Freddie wanted one more. He knew just who to go too. Someone who knew how to construct and develop music but that didn’t mean anything to the boys.

“A female? In our band!”, Brian questions out as took a seat in the lounge chair. Deaky and Roger followed quickly after.

Y/n sighed as she walked to her kitchen. The small kitchen felt as if it was suffocating her. Freddie backed you up against three other men you barely knew.

“Fine Freddie, let her become part of Queen!”, an agitated voice yells out making you jump out of your skin. You sipped on the tea that was no longer warm and watched as the boys all piled in the small kitchen.

Flashing them a small smile, you placed the cup back down and straightened up your posture.

The man with curly hair stepped forward, “We welcome you with open arms into Queen. My name is Brian May and I am the guitarist.”, he says as he tries to smile but he just scratches the back of his neck.

“Nice to meet you Brian. Y/n Y/l/n a pleasure.”, You give him a nod and watched as the guy you asked earlier if your song was okay step up, awkwardly.

“My name is John Deacon, Deaky for short. I am the bassist of this band.”, He says making slight eye contact with you as he steps back by his position next to Brian.

“Y/n nice to meet you!”, You say trying to make him less uncomfortable then he already was.

Freddie smiles at you as he nudged Roger to step up. Roger groaned as he stepped up. “You know who I am-“

“Roger Taylor the drummer who gets all the girls. Got cha.”, You say as you rolled your eyes at the attractive blond.

“You’re the American who I haven’t yet to shag-“

“You’re not going too sweetheart. Its Y/n and don’t wear it out.”, You say with a smirk on your face. You didn’t know where all this energy came from especially the confidence. It did feel good and to think this is how he gets all the women.

“Y/n are you not gonna get up there with us?”, Brian asks as he tunes his electric guitar. You bit your lip and thought about what he had said. The large hoop earrings shook harshly when you shook your head a simple no.

“Just watching for tonight until-“

“Nonsense, we will introduce you in the end.”, Brian says as he squeezes your shoulder gently before heading off onto the small makeshift stage.

You watched from down on the pub floor. The drink in your hand was not even half gone when a guy next to you took it from you. You stepped back from him and gave him a death glare.

“You the bands groupie?”, he asks as he sips the drink he snatched from you. You raised an eyebrow into an arch, scoffing you walked back to the side of the stage. The guy had other plans, “Hey! I’m talking to y-“

“We would like welcome our newest member of Queen! Y/n Y/l/n!”, Freddie yelled into the mic as you turned around to the see the guy with your drink almost grab you.

You stumbled onto the stage while Deaky caught you. “She is quite the sweetest!”, Freddie applauds as the crowd cheered. He handed you the mic as you looked passed your shoulder the guy had disappeared.

You moved passed Deaky and Freddie, the crowd stares in awe as you whispered a small, “Hi.”, into the mic.

You looked out into the crowd and suddenly got nervous. You handed the mic back to Freddie and ran off of the stage.

“Why did you run off? We are gonna perform with you!”, Freddie exclaims as you kicked the gravel around your boot.

“Didn’t feel like. I’m American, my accent gives it away, you brits aren’t too fond of them.”, you complain as you shrugged your shoulders, a yawn escaped your lips. Freddie nodded along as he helped the boys load up their things. Roger walking out of the pub with two females under his arms and a cigarette dangling from his lips.

You scoffed, no use in trying to bid your way out of the band now. They were already warming up to you. Your crush on Roger Taylor was little, like the length of your pinky finger, small and useless. It was going to fade away.

“You didn’t tell us, you had a boyfriend.”, Roger says while the girls moved out of the way to reveal the guy who took your drink earlier. The girls started to giggle at the guy and whisper to each other.

You look up suddenly, making eye contact with the guy, he had a smile on his face. “As if, this jerk snatched my drink out of my hands and called me the bands groupie. Then he-“

“She’s lying.”, The guy says as he tries to step up to you. Freddie gets in the way of you both but you push him out of the way.

“Fuck off you sick fuck.”, You say as your fist collided with the guys nose, Brian and Deaky grabbed onto you, pulling you back into the van. Roger blinked a couple of times before looking shocked.

The guy groaned out as he tries to come at you. Roger stepped up out of action, getting ready to throw a punch. The guy looked at Roger than back at you, he groaned once more and painfully mutters, “Whatever, she is a slut anyways.”, as he lifted his head up in the air.

“Y/n hasn’t gotten with anyone, seems as if you just had your first fan for tonight.”, Freddie says as he grabs the hand you use to hit the guy. You hissed as he lightly examined it. “You’ll live.”

The ride back to Y/n’s flat was almost silent. The constant giggles of the two girls Roger had in the back gotten annoying and very rowdy. The boys were nearly drunk out of their mind while Y/n fell asleep. She thought about the band and where this would take her. Y/n smiled in her sleep as Freddie snapped a picture of it off of the Polaroid.

Roger snatched it out of his hands quickly and looked at the photo. “She’s a beaut.”

“Stop trying to get in her pants, she doesn’t want you.”, Freddie says as he takes the photo from him.

“We will see about that, Freddie.”, Roger says as he puffed on the cigarette, taking a look at Y/n. You looked peaceful and content on your small space on the seat.

Roger grabbed the blanket off of the vacant seat and placed it on you. Y/n snuggled into the blanket and sighed. “Sleep well, Y/n.”, he whispers as he pats your head lightly before walking away to the back.

[Secrets Taglist] @toms-order @imnothinglikenormal

[snarkybluechristian]

Villainous: Reform School Chapter 31

Meanwhile, back in the lab, the blood transfusion was done. 505 had bathed Melanie from head to toe, put her underwear on her, dressed her in a red dress with a black ribbon he tied into a bow in the back that he had made himself, and was now blow-drying her clean hair.

Flug watched him work, amazed as always at 505’s level of gentleness, while waiting for Melanie to wake up.

That was when Demencia burst into the room and called out, “Hey, nerd! Black Hat and Lord Reaper want to see Melanie now!”

“Now?” Flug asked in annoyance.

“Yeah, now,” Demencia replied. “Get moving or I’ll tell Black Hat!”

“Alright,” Flug snapped before turning to 505, who had just finished blow-drying Melanie’s hair, and saying, “505, can you carry her to the gurney? Please be gentle.”

505 nodded. He picked her up and carried her to a gurney across the room. After Melanie was gently laid on the gurney, Flug strapped in her hands and feet and the four headed up to Black Hat’s office.

Several minutes later, Doctor Flug, Demencia, and 505 pushed Melanie into Black Hat’s office.

Lord Reaper noticed, summoned his wings, and flew over to Melanie immediately.

Black Hat quickly teleported over to join him.

Lord Reaper looked over his sleeping granddaughter in concern while Black Hat watched silently.

“As you can see, she is quite safe,” Black Hat said.

“Poor thing has had quite the day,” Lord Reaper said, summoning Melanie’s scythe over her and allowing it to dissolve back into her soul. “She needs her rest. May I ask why she is being restrained?”

“After the behavior she’s been showing lately, I imagine it to be necessary,” Black Hat said.

“And pointless,” Lord Reaper said. “I can see in my visions that my little lovely has learned how to phase. This is the gurney she phased through. She always struggled with that. I’m so proud.”

Lord Reaper adjusted Melanie’s head on the pillow and pulled the blanket more evenly over her sleeping body.

“Be impressed when the task is finished, Reaper,” Black Hat added.

“What do you mean?” Lord Reaper asked, moving some hair out of his granddaughter’s face. “Can’t I be proud of the progress she makes along the way?”

Black Hat sighed and replied, “So long as it doesn’t distract you from what needs to be done. Flug! Do you have anything to wake the girl?!”

“I can do it, Black Hat,” Lord Reaper said. “All I need is a cup of water.”

Black Hat glared right at Flug, giving him a command without the use of words. That send the doctor rushing out of the room to follow those orders. After a couple of minutes, he returned with a paper cup of water, taking several deep breaths from running.

Lord Reaper then telekinetically picked up the water from the cup and held it over Melanie’s forehead.

“I can heal through water,” Lord Reaper explained. “It’s a gift all angels have and one I managed to hold on to after my fall. Black Hat did not.”

Black Hat glared, lifted a brow, and said, “Do not compare me to one of those!”

Lord Reaper shrugged and said, “I suppose that would be inaccurate. God made angels to be messengers. He created us to be little g gods. That’s why we have much more power.”

“Oooooh, so mi bon bon is a god?!” Demencia said, practically swooning where she stood.

Black Hat rolled his eyes and asked, “Are you done yet?”

“Almost,” Lord Reaper replied. “You are too impatient, Black Hat.”

Just then, Melanie began to stir.

“There, we go,” Lord Reaper said with a smile.

“Flug, elevate the bed so she can look at us,” Black Hat ordered.

“Yes, Jefe!” Flug said, pressing a button on the side of the gurney so that it raised just enough for Melanie to see everyone without having to move her head while he moved out of the way.

Melanie then opened her eyes and began looking around tiredly.

Lord Reaper telekinetically placed the water in the paper cup Flug was still holding and said, “It is done, Black Hat.”

Melanie looked at her grandfather and asked, “Papi, what are you doing here? Where am I?”

“Back in my presence again, it would seem,” Black Hat interrupted. “Like a bug.”

Melanie looked at Black Hat wearily and asked, “Why?”

She then looked down at her restrained body and asked, “And why am I wearing a dress?”

“One thing at a time, Melanie,” Lord Reaper said reassuringly.

“But what’s going on?” Melanie insisted.

“You’re here to speak with Lord Reaper,” Black Hat interjected. “He seems to care for you, in a way I find disgusting.”

“If you don’t like it, why don’t you leave?” Melanie asked, unaware of the level of sarcasm in her tone.

In most cases Black Hat would strike her down and or torture her, but instead and almost uncharacteristically, he decided to leave with little to no argument.

“Lucky for you, I have more important business to attend to,” Black Hat said while walking by, prompting Demencia to follow behind him.

Black Hat and Demencia then left the room.

Flug stayed behind. Black Hat and Demencia listened from a tablet outside the room.

“Would you like me to stay, Lord Reaper?” Flug asked.

“Of course,” Lord Reaper replied. “I need your help. Black Hat would like you to ask the questions written on his desk over there if you please.”

Flug nodded and walked over to the desk to retrieve the list of questions.

Meanwhile, Lord Reaper phased Melanie through her restraints, telekinetically picked her up, teleported onto the gurney, and landed Melanie in his lap.

“Melanie, I need you to help me answer some questions, okay?” Lord Reaper said.

“But why?” Melanie asked.

“Because we want to help you,” Lord Reaper explained before turning back to Flug and asking, “What do you need to know Dr. Flug?”

Flug adjusted his lab coat as he looked at his list and asked, “Yes well, for starters. Where did you last meet your Nun-ja friends?"

“Before I came here obviously,” Melanie replied sassily. “As for where, we met at many different places, none of which I feel like specifying.”

“So you and your friends have multiple meeting places is what I hear you saying,” Lord Reaper said, rubbing Melanie’s head affectionately. “Interesting, don’t you think, doctor?”

Melanie’s eyes flashed in a panic, and she said, “No, I didn’t mean…”

“Flug, make note of that, will you?” Lord Reaper interrupted.

Flug wrote down a note with pencil on his pocket notepad in a routine manner and said, “I always am. I wonder if they know where you are.”

Melanie looked askance, refusing to look at Flug or her grandfather.

Lord Reaper looked at Melanie who refused to look back at him.

After studying her face for a few moments, Lord Reaper looked back at Flug and said, “I’m willing to bet they do.”

“No, they don’t!” Melanie lied desperately as she tried to conceal her tears.

Lord Reaper gave Melanie a comforting hug and said, “Your reaction indicates otherwise. Wouldn’t you say, Dr. Flug?”

Flug continued jotting down notes in an uncaring manner and said, “Definitely, though this might present us with an opportunity.”

“How do you mean?” Lord Reaper asked with a twisted smile. “Are you pondering what I’m pondering?”

“I believe we could lure another Nun-ja here if they believed they had a chance to ‘rescue’ Melanie. They might even be more cooperative than her,” Flug said much to Melanie’s panic.

“I like this idea, but we don’t know the first thing about how to find them,” Lord Reaper said, rubbing his chin. “How do you suppose we…?”

“NO!” Melanie interrupted in a snarl.

“Huh?” Lord Reaper said in surprise.

Melanie phased through Lord Reaper’s arms, hopped on the floor, and snarled, “I said no! If you think I’m going to be your bait, then you’re all even stupider than you look. I hate every one of you! Except 505. And I’d rather die the most gruesome death imaginable than help you hurt any one of my sisters! They’re my family, and my loyalty is to them! You won’t find them, and you won’t use me to do it! I don’t care what you bastards try to do to me!”

“We don’t need to find them,” Flug said, looking back over at Melanie apathetically. “We just need to let them come to us.”

Lord Reaper smiled and said, “That sounds like an excellent idea, Doctor Flug. I think it’s safe to say the interview is over for now. We just have to keep our eyes open. If we’re lucky, we might even catch Kasumi.”

“No, you won’t!” Melanie let slip out before pulling her hands over her mouth.

Lord Reaper smiled smugly.

Flug loomed over Melanie as menacingly as he did before and said, “I’m sure Lord Black Hat would love to see your sensei again. According to him, Kasumi Yamaguchi has been missing for 20 years.”

Without another word, Melanie dashed out of the office and into the hall. 505 followed her.

Unfortunately, Melanie quickly found herself tripping and falling to her chest. Upon inspection, she tripped over…green hair. The sight of the green hair was followed with a mischievous giggle from Demencia. When Melanie looked up, there stood Black Hat.

505 shivered where he stood, wishing he could help while knowing he was powerless.

While still on the floor, Melanie scoffed and said, “I knew you couldn’t be far. What do you want with me now?”

Black tilted his head, cruelly smiled, and said, “"Then maybe you'll finally realize that escape is impossible. But that’s besides the point…"

He reached down and grabbed her face, lifting her up to him before continuing,"What I want from you is simple. To play bait for the Nun-ja."

“NO!” Melanie screeched, unleashing her scythe and using it to open a portal to heaven to separate herself and Black Hat with a portal to Heaven. “Over my dead body!”

Melanie then rode her scythe to her room as fast as she could.

As soon as she arrived, Melanie locked the door, grabbed her purse, ran to the bathroom, locked herself in, sat in the bathtub, and pulled out her phone. She quickly pulled out her app, pressed the group call function, put in her headphones, and began singing the specific, disturbing song she and Sensei Lucy had chosen as a code should a situation like this arise.

“It took so long to remember just what happened,” Melanie sung in a shaky voice. “I was so young and vestal then. You know it hurt me. But I’m breathing so I guess I’m still alive. Even if signs seem to tell me otherwise. Got my hands bound and my head down and my eyes closed and throat’s wide open. I do unto others, what has been done to me. Do unto others, what has been done to you. I’m treading water. I need to sleep a while. My lamb and martyr, you look so precious…”

Meanwhile, back in the hallway, Dementia was hissing and hiding behind Black Hat while Lord Reaper rushed out of the room with Flug behind him.

Lord Reaper held out his hand, shut the portal to heaven, and turned to face Black Hat with his arms crossed.

“Black Hat, why were you manhandling my granddaughter?” Lord Reaper asked pointedly.

After shielding his eyes from the heavenly light, Black Hat glared at Lord Reaper and asked, “What does it matter?”

“You told me you weren’t going to harm her!” Lord Reaper argued. “What are you trying to do?”

“I said I wouldn’t kill her!” Black Hat retorted. “Demencia! Flug! Get her now!”

“Leave her be,” Lord Reaper said, walking in front of Black Hat. “What else do we need her for? You’re going to burn her out. She needs rest.”

Black Hat clinched his fist and said, “I want the Nun-ja in my hands, so I can eradicate them! And if that parasite is the key, then so be it!”

Flug shyly cleared his throat and said, “My Lord, maybe Lord Reaper is right about her requiring rest. Perhaps she can be convinced in that time to be more c-cooperative.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Lord Reaper said. “What do you say, Black Hat?”

Black Hat’s eye twitched and he replied, “Do you realize how long I’ve waited for an opportunity to catch Kasumi Yamaguchi? That traitor has evaded my grasp for 20 years! This is the first opportunity I’ve had to catch her! I’m not losing that because of your little…”

“You won’t,” Lord Reaper reassured. “But my little Melanie is not as physically formidable as you and me yet. Her body has been weakened significantly by today’s events. She can’t continue under this pressure. We need to let her rest so that she can be of use to us later. Besides, she’s still a student. Isn’t she? What can she possibly learn if she’s constantly being bombarded? Let her rest for now and we can figure out how to continue in the meantime. What do you say?”

505 anxiously watched with Flug while Dementia was chomping at the bit to chase after Melanie.

Black Hat pondered and looked askance.

“Well?” Lord Reaper asked.

“Very well,” Black Hat said, waving his hand. “Just keep her from escaping.”

“Yes, Jefecito,” Flug said with a salute. “Come on, 505. Let’s go check on Melanie.”

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DARING DO AND THE COMPASS OF DISCORD : Chapter #4 : MLP Fan Fiction : WORK IN PROGRESS

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DARING DO AND THE COMPASS OF DISCORD

by De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

9627 words Presently written The story is incomplete THIS A WORK IN PROGRESS Because this is a Work In Progress, new writing or changes to older text will be indicated by BOLDFACE TYPE.

© 2017 by Glen Ten-Eyck Writing begun 01/24/17

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Chapter 4 On the Road To . . ?

They were sitting in the compartment of the railroad car, looking out the dark wood framed windows at the scenery while the train made its way south from Canterlot.

Morail kept looking down to her lap and shaking her head.  “I can't get used to the idea.  I mean, I know that my family are all dead.  It is this.”  

She held up a copy of the Okapitan News folded open to the Obituary page.  There, for the world to see, were the obituaries of her family.  Among them, an obituary for her, too.

Withers leaned over and took the paper, though they had all read the items before.  “The Downitall party does not really like their poni . . . zebras to disagree with them.  You were not there to be massacred with the rest, so they just declared you to be dead.  That clears the way for them to seize the farm and give it to some crony.”

Amber smirked, “Besides, that also cleared the way for me to formally declare you to be a Diamond Dog!  I now have all of your papers to prove it too!  A few stripes?  Merely a color variety!”

She reached into her own valise and produced Morail's old Zebra Confederation travel and identity documents.  Across them she carefully wrote, “Deceased. See attached documentation.”  Along with the documents she had copies of the death notices, including an official Death Certificate from the Okapitan District Vital Records office.

Amber also pulled out a small folder of Diamond Dog citizenship and travel papers.  Those, she offered to Morail.  “There, Morail!  Welcome back to the land of the living!  So, tell us, what was it like, being dead?”

Morail snickered as she replied, “To quote that old donkey that the Rom so revere, it was just a nap!  I think that I would have noticed it if I had died!”

Just then, the compartment door slammed open on its slides!

~~ ~~ ~~

Princess Luna made a point of sitting her throne in her full royal regalia to coolly greet the Zebra Confederation Ambassador.

After the herald had announced, “His Excellency, Otar Stippen, Ambassador of the Zebra Confederation to our Realm of Equestria!” the portly zebra began to simply walk up the rich carpet runner to the thrones of Equestria.

A Royal Guard stopped him at a distance.  “Sir, you must wait here until recognized and bidden to approach by the Thrones.”

He started to push past the guard, snapping, “Do you have any idea who I am?  I am the Ambassador of . . .”

Luna's voice from her throne snapped back, “The Zebra Confederation!  We did hear our herald! YOU WILL STAY where the guard has placed you!”

“What is the meaning of this insult!?”

Luna retorted, “That is what I am trying to find out!  You sent a request that we have Morail Blum Fauntin report to your Embassy.  

“That request led me to discover that, in spite of her studies being fully paid for this entire year, Morail put all of her classes into suspension and left the Royal University.  

“I then requested her file from your Embassy.  I found from YOUR files that she had left Equestria on the Zebra Confederation packet ship Mon Pretor.  After her arrival in the Zebra Confederation, she was killed in the same attack that wiped out the rest of her family.”

Ambassador Otar frowned, “That is what we are trying to resolve!  Apparently an impostor is using her travel documents.  It is certain, ascertained by autopsy, that she was killed by the Discordians in the Blum Fauntin raid.”

Luna glared at him.  “That is why you are stopped short.  We are certain that she was HERE at the University when that attack took place.  Yet, I have in YOUR EMBASSY FILE both news accounts, an obituary, and a death certificate all issued by the Zebra Confederation and filed as deceased.  

“The only issue is this. Since she WAS HERE, in school, she could not have been there to be murdered.  The use of her magically locked student ID, turned in or supervised work, testimonials of her instructors and fellow students all prove it.  What do you say to that?”

Backed into a corner, the Ambassador tried to switch the topic.  “If she was here and safe, why did she suspend her studies and flee?”

Luna promptly turned it back by pointing out, “Flee?  She did not flee.  The Zebra Confederation has declared her dead and canceled her travel documents.  This legally made her both a stateless being and an orphan.  We offered her Equestrian citizenship.

“Supreme Matriarch Amber of the Diamond Dog Enclaves heard of the situation and also offered her an Enclave citizenship.  Morail first verified that becoming a Diamond Dog would not hurt her scholarship opportunities and chose to become a Diamond Dog by adoption.”

The Ambassador jumped on the one thing left.  He scoffed, “Scholarship opportunities?  What scholarship could a mere zebra, a total foreigner with no connections of any importance possibly have?”

Luna glared down at him from her throne.  Icily, she replied, “In return for doing field work on one of Doctor Do's expeditions, she will receive a fully paid scholarship, with all fees and a living stipend.  This has been done before.”

Otar smirked meanly as he stated, “Then she has no scholarship!  We have forbidden Doctor Do's expedition!”

Luna rubbed her forehead with a hoof in exasperation.  “Do you really think that a trivial expedition to your land is so vital that an Antiquarian of Doctor Do's reputation would stop her career over it?  A Diamond Dog enclave in the Eland Republic has found something that they wish to have examined in situ.”

Ambassador Otar waived a hoof dismissively.  “Just get us the arrest warrant for Morail Blum Fauntin!  Order it now!”

Princess Luna glared at him through slitted eyes and declared, “It is NOT POSSIBLE unless your government LIES in OFFICIAL documents!”  

She hurled the file at his feet, scattering Morail's documents across the floor!  “You want US to give you a warrant to arrest a being that YOU HAVE NOT ONLY DECLARED DEAD and BURIED, according to YOU, she is buried in YOUR LAND!  There is no living pony or zebra to arrest!

“Go!  We are done here!”

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As the compartment door slammed open, Major Hoofinmaw found himself staring like a bird hypnotized by a snake at the 13 mm barrel of Daring Do's Spiderly revolver!  As he tried to avert his eyes, he almost wished that he had not.  

Amber had her big combat knife out at his throat level.  If he had entered any further, he would have driven it into his own throat.

Withers had a big military sidearm aimed, not at his head, but at the junction of his throat and torso.

Morail had a smaller semiautomatic pistol aimed at the same place.  In her other hoof she was holding up a copy of her death certificate from the Zebra Confederation.

He tried to sound official as he pronounced, “Morail Blum Fanutin, I arrest you in the name of the Zebra Confederation!”

It was Amber who replied, “That is quite impossible, Major.  For starters, you need an Equestrian arrest warrant, which I know that you do not have. Secondly, Morail Blum Fauntin is already dead.  She was murdered along with her family on their farm.  Before doing such stupid things as you have just done, you should have checked your own Embassy files.  You would already know it and have been saved this embarrassing incident.

“We have an official copy of Morail Blum Fauntin's death files here.  We were requested by the Princesses to deliver the physical file to the consulate in Milestago.  They have already been notified by magic net.”

A pony in the blue uniform of the Royal Road Police interrupted, “Sir!  Is it true that you do not have a Royal Warrant for this arrest?”

Turning his head and backing out of the compartment door, Major Hoofinmaw replied, “Well, yes. It is just a formality.  The Embassy has applied for it already.”

The Royal Road Police pony responded, “That is NOT a formality.  We will verify all that you have told us at the RRP Station.”  They heard his voice fading down the car after the compartment door was shut.

The rest of the trip to Milestago was uneventful.  Daring Do drew in a deep breath of the salt air and watched the wheeling sea gulls playing in the wind. Amber interrupted her reverie by saying, “Let's get this death file to the Zebra Confederation consulate.  They actually are waiting for it.”

Withers, looking down to the harbor basin pointed, “Look at that!  There is warship out in the roadstead!  Four turrets with three guns apiece!”

Amber disagreed, “That is not a warship.  The Malachite is going to be our ride to the Eland Republic.  She is one of our Enclave Fast Gem Distribution packets. Capable of high speed, fairly light armor, lots of teeth.  Built for repelling pirates, except for the Chineighese Pirates of Qusi Han Lee.”

Seeing Wither's look of confusion, Daring Do put a hoof on his shoulder and told him, “The Chineighese Pirates of Qushi Han Lee ARE the Chineighese Navy.  I know that it sounds odd, but it really does make sense.  When I get the chance, I will tell you how it happened.  It is a great story.”

The Zebra Confederation consulate was a rambling, low laying structure. It had large pots holing plane trees in the courtyard.  Entering the front, they were greeted by a violet pony behind the service counter.

She called out cheerfully, “Hi!  Welcome to the Zebra Confederation consulate!  What can I do for you?”

“I am Supreme Matriarch of the Diamond Dog Council of Enclaves.  I was requested by my friends Celestia and Luna to deliver this file for your records.  You were notified by Magic Net that the file was coming.”

The violet pony's face fell just a little.  “I heard about that.  It was awful how that whole big farm in Okapitan was just wiped out.  Poor Morail.  If she had just stayed at the University, she would have been spared.”

She took the time to sort the papers and copy some.  Then she filed the lot of them.  As she was doing it, she commented, “If the Major had just seen these while he was at the Embassy, he would not be in such trouble now.”

Morail, with a very good Diamond Dog accent, asked curiously, “In trouble?  What happened? I mean a major did barge into our compartment on the train but I had no idea what he was trying to do.”

Kind of ruefully, the violet pony replied, “He got himself censured by BOTH Princesses for disturbing the trip of Supreme Matriarch Amber in an attempt to arrest a zebra that he should have known was dead for over a month. After the Royal Censure, he was ordered home as persona non-grata. He did get permission to go back to Canterlot and pack his goods.”

Turning to Amber, Morail spoke Diamond Dog as she inquired, “<What did she say?  She spoke Equestrain too fast for me to follow clearly.>”

Amber, eyes twinkling with humor, repeated what the counter pony had said.  In Diamond Dog.

Besides the counter pony, a zebra had entered the room and he was listening closely.  He commented, “Why do you speak Diamond Dog?”

Morail smiled ruefully but replied in Equestrian, “It is my native tongue.  I speak Zebra as a second language and Equestrian is still a bit difficult for me.”

The zebra and the counter pony both blinked and looked puzzled.  Amber filled in, “Morail, here is a Diamond Dog!  Morail, my puppy, tell them about it. Practice your Equestrian while you are at it.”

“Yes, Matriarch Amber.

“I am not sure when I was orphaned.  I became a . . .” searching for a word, she chose a Zebra one, “veldtratten.

“I almost fell down one of Ruby Drift's air shafts.  The enclave took me in when they understood my situation.  I think that they were going to use me for a mascot or other pet.

“I got into the mines almost by accident.  They found out that I was GOOD at both tunneling and following ore or gem drifts.  As I got older, I became a drift supervisor and explosives expert.

“The whole Ruby Drift Enclave voted to adopt me.  That went to the Council of Enclave Matriarchs and Amber, Supreme Matriarch, ratified my adoption.”

The zebra skeptically said, “Quite the tale.  How do you explain this?”  He slapped down a copy of a Zebra Confederation wanted poster with Morail's picture.

The counter pony replied first.  “She doesn't have to, Karl.  That is bureaucratic foul up. See?  It is for Morail Blum Fauntin.  She was murdered back in the Confederation, over a month ago.  Here, let me attach the document links.”

Karl examined the file, nodded and stated, “That is pretty conclusive, all right.  I will use the mirror in my office to cancel this thing and kill the reward.”

He turned to Morail and requested, “Do you have any sort of ID?  I am not familiar with Diamond Dog identification systems.”

Amber prodded Morail and said, “We don't need them much underground in the enclaves but now is the time for your ID tag.”

Managing to look blank for a moment, Morail fished in her saddlebag for a bit and produced a worn looking ID tag with her picture.  

Karl's eyebrows rose.  “Spell locked?  That is absolute.  Here, let me put it into the reader.” He inserted the tag.  It produced a mellow chime of identification.  

He handed back the tag saying, “Sorry about the mixup, Miss Ruby Drift.  I did hear about it.  Most of us did.  Poor Major Hoofinmaw.  He was just working from erroneous records.”

As they were walking down to the Rusty Barnacle to spend their last night in Equestria, Withers chortled, “That was some story that you fed them, Morail.”

Morail looked about, biting her lip and struggling not to cry.  “It was told to make them think something false but except for Zebra being my second language, and having trouble with Equestrian, it was all true.”  She swallowed hard.  “I spent so much time in the Ruby Drift Enclave that my Zebra got a serious Diamond Dog accent.  Vatter used to tease me about . . .”

She broke down and bawled. “Vatter will never tease me about my accent again!!  I miss them all so badly!”

Amber hugged the weeping Morail and whispered in Diamond Dog, “<This vengeance WILL be taken.  It is too great for you to do alone.  Fear not, though.  It will be done and you will help!>”

Morail got back in control of her raging emotions and they went on down to the waterfront.

Daring Do had called ahead on her Magic Net Mirror and dinner was waiting for them on the tables of the Rusty Barnacle.

Morail was amused to note that she had, besides her clover steak, a bowl of Diamond Dog meat sauce and a basket of crunchy maize chips.

They were in the middle of the dinner sharing jokes and laughter when they heard it.  Coming in through the Rusty Barnacle's front door was a loud moan that rose to a sustained scream!

Amber shoved away from the table and called, “We have to go and NOW!  That is the Malachite's Battle Station Siren!”

Daring Do tossed golden bits on the table to pay for the dinner that they had no chance to finish and ran after the others, heading for the Malachite's steam launch at the dock!

(To Be Continued)

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