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beancalzone · 10 days ago

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being vague for the sake of not doxxing myself too much but I work for a company that manufactures construction materials and sells directly to contractors, and in our last office building we just had a reception counter where customers would come up to pay for their products before going over to the loading docks. Like, the only thing they did in the office was stand at the counter, pay for their order, and leave. We moved into a new office building and instead of a counter the customer lobby is now separated by a wall with a sliding window and a door (marked "employees only") to actually get in and out of the office. Our office is in a not-so-great part of town, and while realistically no one is going to try to rob us a lot of the reason its there is for the peace of mind (and plus the girls in customer service have been enjoying the slight bit of privacy and separation as opposed to the open concept in the last building)

We've only been in this building for a week and its insane to me how nearly *every* customer has gotten extremely hostile about the lack of access they have to us now. We've had to adjust the window to where it can only be opened from the inside because customers have been trying to pry it all the way open to lean/stick their heads inside to get closer and try reading the paperwork on people's desks, and when they got mad that the window is locked they keep trying to bust through the "employees only" door and get upset when theyre told they arent allowed back here. And if they aren't forcing their way in theyre huffing and puffing about the fact that theres even separation in the first place and how inconvenient it is. Like, I cannot emphasize enough that customers spend a maximum of five minutes in the office/lobby on any given day. Its extremely bizarre to me that the fact that we are in a closed office is literally SUCH an issue and I dont understand it. Do that many people really just not see customer service workers as human beings that they arent entitled complete access to. Its strange.

#like. yeah its a rough part of town but I grew up here and despite having paranoia i used to always feel safe at work in the last building #but now I just feel straight up unsafe and uncomfortable now that we do have that separation. like why do you NEED to see us so badly #like I dont want just chalk it up to most of the people in the office being women and 99% of our clients are older men. but!#its fucking weird! just get your stuff and leave! you dont need to see whats on our desks!#my “office” (still dont have my own office despite being head of my department :^) ) is down the hall but the cs office is within eyeshot #so i still see and hear all of this happening and its weird!!!!! like go away!!!#we also now have private bathrooms here which are extremely nice but the customers are also throwing a fit about wanting access to those #like we still have the public restrooms. we have private ones now BECAUSE the customers piss and shit all over the public ones #one of them snuck in here to use our bathroom and immediately pissed all over our floor!!! like!!!! thats why theyre private!!!!#head in hands i dont understand people sometimes #cal.txt

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mlb-a-rewrite · 1 year ago

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The Guardians

They are cool in concept but don’t make, like, any sense in the actual show. Fu starts off as just some dude with miraculous and then we see the Celestial Guardian and the Miracle Eating senti-monster thing and it just gets confusing and contradictory.

So I am running with the concept but editing it heavily and I’ve decided that I’m going to explain who The Guardians are by explaining Fu’s backstory.

The Story

Fu was born to a rural, Chinese farming family in the mid 1900’s. He had many older siblings and a few younger ones and was prone to getting lost in the crowd. The family struggled to survive, having to sell of their products to keep their land leaving them with virtually no crop for themselves. As a result, the older, more able-bodied members of the family got most of the food.

So Fu starved and he suffered.

He tried to help around the farm, to earn his keep, but he was too weak, too malnourished to lend any real aid. Even if he did manage to help to any substantial degree, he was ignored and forgotten.

So one day he left. It wasn’t a big deal, those who noticed his departure from the family didn’t care, and neither did he. He was determined to find a better life for himself.

In his free time, Fu often wandered through the countryside, occasionally visiting the village, and during his visits, he had heard about a distant and reclusive vihara of monks who took in starving children. Fu himself wasn’t particularly religious, having never meditated or prayed, but he wasn’t going to pass up the chance of a full stomach.

Fu hiked through mountains and forests, scrounging for any food he could find and sleeping in trees. Eventually, he stumbled upon a path, strong and sturdy that ran through the forest. It was out of place in the lush surroundings, tan and solid and level, but it was a sign of civilization so Fu took it.

Eventually, Fu met other travelers, all children like himself. They journeyed up this path together, slowly growing in numbers, until they stumbled across it.

The vihara was large and made primarily of stone, with smooth and imposing pillars laid in a large clearing. In the vihara, Fu and the other children were clothed and fed and housed. The clothes were coarse and itchy, the food only coming once a day and tough and tasteless, he slept on hard, wooden floors, but wood was better than dirt and any food was better than none so he stayed. The monks gave him and the other children free shelter and sustenance for a few days, but that soon changed.

One day Fu and the other children who had arrived at similar times to him were gathered and told they were now required to earn their keep. This was the moment that Fu and the other children realized these were not monks.

The first thing they made the children do was work; hard, laborious, back-breaking work. Fu had watched his family perform this kind of work his whole life but had never been healthy enough to fully appreciate how exhausting it was. Still, Fu remained determined, knowing this was his only real option. Other children left in search of another place to take temporary refuge in, but some remained.

With time, the strenuous labor morphed into learning to fight. They still labored, but it was no longer purposeless. They worked to build strength so they could fight better. If the children failed to perform to the expected standards, they were sent away with a pack of food and water.

Fu did not leave. He was not sent off. No, he remained, determined to see this through.

By this point, Fu was a teenager and his education began. Him and the other teens still worked and trained, but this was interspersed with history lessons on the vihara, which the children learned was actually the central base of a group of people known as The Guardians.

They learned how The Guardians formed, how they had slowly spread out across the world, and formed satellite facilities. They learned that this temple remained the base of operations. They learned what The Guardians were guarding.

They were magic jewelry pieces called “miraculous”. They learned the basic functions of the miraculous and were told that further details would only be rewarded by those who proved themselves. They learned that miraculous were scattered about the world. They learned that the miraculous had been used for evil throughout history. They learned that people were not to be trusted with such power.

They learned that The Guardians collected miraculous and stored them in a secure facility. They learned that only Guardians who completed the trials were allowed to know this location. They learned that only Guardians who were worthy were allowed any access to the location.

The children trained until they became teenagers and the teens trained until they became adults and the adults set out into the world on their trials.

The trial was how a follower became a Guardian. Followers were tasked with finding any artifacts relating to a miraculous or a miraculous itself and bringing it back to the vihara. If they succeeded, they were granted status as a Guardian and given new, more important responsibilities.

When he was old enough, Fu was sent out with a group of 5 other monks, many of them far older than him who had been searching for Miraculouses the majority of their lives. He spent a long time on the road, traveling in search of these mystical pieces. They tracked down every rumor of unnatural occurrences, but still, nothing. It was years since he had been back to the temple, he had grown older, harder, more calloused, but still, he was determined to only return when he had found a Miraculous. His compatriots who started the journey with him slowly dwindled in numbers, all returning back to the temple to rest and recollect their thoughts, but Fu refused. He would not fail.

Eventually, Fu’s determination paid off in England. He had found a girl, no older than he was when he first set out to the temple, with hair so blonde it was white radiating around her. She came from a family with a long history of importance and she adorned a piece of jewelry Fu knew had to be a miraculous.

So he stole it. Swiftly and deftly he removed it from her person and with the piece first pressed in his palm, he returned to the vihara he hadn’t seen in a decade.

When he returned to the temple with the miraculous and was immediately granted the title of Master Guardian, a title only rewarded to those who discovered an actual miraculous. No other Miraculous had been found for decades, he was the first in so long to find one.

As such he was informed of immense knowledge. He was told that those who found miraculous related objects became Guardians, those who found second-ring miraculous were Master Guardians, and those who found first-ring miraculous were Celestial Guardians. He was told that The Guardians were in possession of 19 miraculous from around the world and that they were in possession of the only complete miracle box that remained. This miracle box was born here, in this temple, when human civilization in modern-day East Asia was first forming. The vihara was built here in honor of that and protected the box. It was now Fu’s turn to play a role in that protection.

Fu was allowed to train with the turtle miraculous, a powerful miraculous from the original miracle box. He trained diligently, quickly befriending the kwami Wayze and picking up on the properties of the miraculous swiftly. He trained with it during the day, practicing so he would be familiar with it should the need to use it arise, and returned it to the First Miracle Box stored in the vault at night.

It was a simple yet rewarding routine. Fu had never felt a greater purpose or sense of fulfillment.

But then the vihara was attacked.

An army of miraculous wearers swarmed the temple at night. The followers and Guardians held off the attackers while the Celestial and Master Guardians rushed to the vault, but when they arrived they realized they had been followed.

The attackers spoke in accented Mandarin about how The Guardians had failed in their duties. They thought they were protecting the world of the dangers of miraculous when in actuality they had been stripping people of their ability to protect themselves. They were erasing history cultures never knew existed. They were playing God.

Every Guardian of every rank fought. It was bloody and primal, a fight where anything went. Fu had managed to get ahold of the First Miracle Box and as he looked over the carnage, he realized The Guardians would not emerge from this fight as victors. His best course of action was to flee, to keep the First Miracle Box, the most important item The Guardians had in possession safe.

So he ran. He ran far, never stopping until he couldn’t run anymore. His body gave out in Riquewihr, a small rural town in Eastern France. He took some time to recover, to eat and rest uneasily as he devised a plan.

Fu would need to hide. He didn’t know if other Guardian temples had been attacked and couldn’t risk reaching out for fear of revealing his location. For now, he needed to lay low and keep the First Box safe.

He thought that hiding in plain sight would be his best opportunity. An old Chinese man with no knowledge of the French language would be conspicuous in rural settings. He had a better shot at blending in if he was in an urban setting.

So Fu left for Paris.

Notes

Okay that was long and there were a lot of words so I’m going to do an overview of all that here as well as add a few more details/clarification. I’m getting tired so this will be bullet-pointed sorry not sorry.

The Guardians are a centuries-old cult organization that trains members to collect Miraculous and protect them

They collect miraculous objects that relate to them or insinuate their existence

So this could be a dormant senti-monster or a text that mentions a miraculous holder

They are trying to wipe all knowledge of miraculous existing from the public’s minds so that they remain a secret since people cannot be trusted with this kind of power

The Guardians take in young children under the age of 10 to start preparing and testing them

Those who are being prepared for or are trying to become Guardians are simply called followers

Guardians refer to followers who return an object referencing a miraculous

Master Guardians refer to followers who return with a first-ring miraculous

Celestial Guardians refer to followers who return with second-ring miraculous

Guardians/followers collect miraculous and Master/Celestial Guardians train with miraculous so they know how to use them in case of an emergency. They do not permanently hold onto a miraculous, rather only wearing it for a few hours at a time and exclusively for training purposes.

The group that attacked The Guardians vihara attacked all the other ones

I’ve been referring to this group in my head and notes as the “Anti-Guardian League” which is a dumb as hell name I have been workshopping for 2 months so please if you have a better idea lemme know

The placeholder name is pretty spot on in explaining them though. Basically the Anti-Guardian League wants to destroy/abolish The Guardians because they think people should have access to miraculous. Miraculous formed all over the world as a representation of cultural beliefs and The Guardians have no right to take that away

Basically basically The Guardians are the British Museum and The Anti-Guardian League is all the countries that want their shit back

Fu became a follower under the age of ten (idfk his exact age man its irrelevant)

Fu was questing to become a Guardian and returned with the miraculous in the very late 1990’s, like 1999 or smth

The vihara (temple) is attacked a few years later, so like 2002ish

Fu flees to Paris immediately and is in Paris for the rest of his life

He is old but not unrealistically old when he meets Marinette/Adrien and all that

He doesn’t reach out to The Guardians on his own because he doesn’t know if it is safe to so he diligently protects the miracle box himself

Fu was basically raised in a cult highly religious sect and was brainwashed raised into believing that The Guardians are infallible people

He trust(ed/s) everything they say to a fault and accepts their knowledge as fact without questioning it ever

That was how he survived, that was how he was accepted into their ranks, was through his unwavering and unquestioning loyalty

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