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survivorbehemoth · 4 years

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Episode 15: "congrats daisy for winning season 7 of celestial: behemoth!” - Jules

congrats daisy for winning season 7 of celestial: behemoth!

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JIOFEOJIFEWOJIWOJI THAT SOUNDS SO BITTER BUT DYLAN SIR U HANDED HER THE GAME! HANDED IT TO HER! GOD! and its what she deserves!

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anyways. let it be known this was NOT MY FAULT.

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let the record show, before last night's tribal, I SAID SOMETHING WAS NOT SITTING RIGHT WITH MY SPIRIT!!!!!!!!!! AND???? what happened. look what happened.

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still practicing my slide puzzles WJIJIEFIJWJIFIFWJEJWIEEJWIF

OH MY GOD I HATE THIS GAME I HATE THIS GAME I HATE THIS GAME!!!

this final 4 is absolutely amazing and i literally love all of them so much, but that just makes things 10x worse. i think that playing my idol on daisy was a huge risk and the fact that it is now a final 2 makes things a bit more interesting. my ideal plan was to have daisy in the final 4 with me so that i wouldnt be the next target, but now that she won immunity it just didnt work out how i intended at all!!

voting out jules and szymon is purely going to come down to which one of them will sway my way and it's going to hurt to send one of them to jury no matter what, but i just feel like i came all this way and not making top 3 would just suck so badly. so yeah, this sucks. i hate that no matter what i do im going to be upsetting people and hurting feelings but... i guess that's just the game! at this point im not even sure if i can win against daisy but it seems like she will take me, it just depends on whether or not i stay loyal to her if i win FIC or if i take whoever is with me in final 3.

much to think about, BUT I JUST CANT BELIEVE I MADE IT THIS FAR !!!!

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Jules is voted out 3-1. She becomes the 8th member of our jury.

Watch the Cast Assessment take place below:

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Szymon is voted out by Daisy. He becomes the final member of our jury.

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idk thought this would be cute to include my voting log and stuff hehe <3 https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1RiA0RUWX4TRpqBTgRzLJJ3fHu2jBqZ-bCJozFd3HcRs/edit?usp=sharing

Jules: https://youtu.be/6zKeJuOJKeY

https://youtu.be/5dV_-X6Rv2U

https://youtu.be/N5tnq-4QAT8

someone (zach) asked me to rank the jurors from nicest to meanest...so here we go. ily all <3 <3

1. seamus (this will def come as a surprise, but seamus was the most levelheaded and nice one on the jury. he really never made a bitter comment even though he had every right to, especially at me/daisy/dylan and really anyone who was in after him except chips. like. he was the only person to reach out in pms after and it was immediate, he really comforted me and i really admire men who can have like good relationship w/ women that are platonic??? i know he's been like terrible in the past and i did call him on some stuff in hydravivor and ill be the FIRST to admit that i called him a crackhead on a daily basis but i think he's grown a lot!!!!!! idk. i think he's also the MOST self aware!!!! im a seamus stan, what about it?)

2. brandan (while brandan was kinda irrelevant game wise this season -- but not in our hearts -- he was very objective and a peacemaker. he had good reason to be MIA too so the fact that he got as far as he did means to me that he did form some strong social connections. and he did!!! with me, i think w/ conor, so idk, he had a role like i did in the game imo. i really liked him and he really brought a fresh perspective on things!!!)

3. szymon (he's only not ranked higher bc he's pissed off rob and he stands his ground a lot more outwardly than the first two, at least in the jury chat. also he's not had as much time as a juror. but even then, i think szymon is not a bad guy like some of the ppl make him out to be. like, idk, i think he made a mistake on a game level and he even admitted it and idk he's a legend. truly. im so glad to have met him and i think he was a really nice juror to have around while he was ACTUALLY around bc he stood up for me/daisy the way seamus did)

4. lovelis (lovelis makes some pointed comments but.....he's not dumb at all and so i don't think he's been bitter. also his pointed comments have been funny and mostly radiating the energy of the other Bitter Jurors so idk. i really like him on a personal level as well and have for a while so idk. i dont KNOW KNOW him but he's never been the type to make harsh comments without them having some merit to them. so i kinda trust his judgement even though he wasnt in the game long/an early merge boot. idk i think he's open minded enough and he's also someone who admits when he's done a Lil Too Much but he's really lovely. just competitive.)

5. chips (i dont think chips is MEAN per se, in fact, i dont think he has a mean bone in his body on a personal level. like WFIJFJIFWE I DONT KNOW HOW ELSE TO SAY IT HES SO FUCKING NICE!!!!!!! but thats why it's so funny to see him in games bc he's a lil lying, a lil backstabby and sometimes he's a lil passive aggressive. but its not undeserved. its also a pisces thing WEFJIEIEJWEFJIWEF i think what i saw in the jury house was sometimes chips going along w/ things, but i dont know, i really do not know much about chips game and ill probs ask him more afterwards?? but idk he was REALLY nice to me tho so FWIJFWEWFIFW i just dont trust him in games.......i dont know whats on his mind half of the time......)

I WANNA SAY FOR THE NEXT 3 MEN THEYRE HEAVILY INFLUENCED BY THEIR FIRE SIGN PLACEMENTS SO while i know some of them do hold resentment, its a lot easier to deal with and work with and with all 3 of them we've talked it out with/are going to talk it out. only #8 has been the MOST stubborn but idk imma let him do his thing & try not to pass too much judgement u know cause i dont need to waste my braincells on that

6. conor (knowing conor's astrological placements makes this make sense to me. but i wanna say that i think he's the type of leo to like be upfront, get it out, vent, and be fine? which is why i respect him a lot and i think we do have a mutual respect for each other. some of the comments he made were kinda rude tho and him fake liking astrology for social game was SO UGLY TO ME!!!! like i'll clown him for it for as long as i know him now cause....JOKE'S ON HIM!!!!!!! WJOEFWEOWEFO but that was kinda mean but def conor's come around and seen the light / has also reached out to me to talk. he's also admitted he left a mean speech in sbbb9 and regretted it so i think he might just shoot off at the mouth a bit. but BETTER THE DEVIL U KNOW THAN THE ONE U DONT and i appreciate the transparency NOW as opposed to the fakeness of him saying he liked astrology for social game. THIS IS A HILL I WILL DIE ON!!!!! im a fan of leos tho and he's a leo moon like me. so. i think we'll be fine. )

7. rob (i actually really REALLY like rob on a personal level but i really do not know if i could play another game with him, at least survivor, id be open to playing bb. i think ill say that the best thing about rob is that he's also apologized, was one of the first to when i confronted them all, me and him have a good personal relationship tbh!! but some of the game comments he made were p harsh and he's definitely a lil bitter but again, he's admitted it, i think while he's more up front -- i dont think i ever wanna be on his bad side in a game. EVER!!! cause we didnt even have any loyalty to each other in the game but he was SO harsh on my game like it was wild bc i dont think id ever be that harsh to ANY OF THEM ABOUT THEIR GAMES LIKE THAT???? anyways. its fine bc again he's apologized and he's owned it but PHEW he got a lil bit of a sharp tongue. really eloquent tho!!!!!!!!!!! love hearing him speak)

8. gage (last but least the southern belle himself................this man an aries and i dont know his other signs but him being an aries man is enough. they POP OFF!!!!!! a lot of times there's some truth to it, sure, but sometimes they just be popping off and FOR WHAT!!!!! i do understand gage's frustrations though but even he apologized for being too mean in HIS FUTURE FUCKING CONFESSIONALSSSSSSSS TO MEEEEEE so. idk. he's got an issue with letting things go in games and miss annajane calls him on a lot of BS and it does NOT seem to really knock him down but. gage is really wht u see is what u get, doesnt really own his faults but at least u kinda know where ur at w/ him. but he's still probs the meanest one in there but i do understand from a game level why he was so fucked up about it, especially after hearing FTC. its just that. i understand his position. BUT HE NEEDS TO TAKE A XANAX SOMETIMES I S2G GAGE I WILL GIVE YOU ONE!!! girl it is NOT that serious!!!!!!)

also forgot to mention that i admitted to gage that chris from s1 was NOT actually my brother and his jaw was on the floor <3 I GOT TO DO ONE TROLL THING RIGHT!!!!!! rip me/seamus' showmance serious!!!!!!)

okay just to add onto my last confessional -- the songs i think represent me best from this playlist game wise are: - perfect for you - punchin' bag - stayin' alive - flip - femme fatale/future nostalgia (for the girls alliance that never was....rip but also me/daisy at merge vibes) - X - the shortchange - TAKE ME AS I AM!!!!! THAT SONG IS THE ONE THATS BECOME MY SONG!!!! for this game especially!!!!! - over yet (the lyrics literally speak for themselves) - tough on myself (sorry for stealing ur song vincent) - seven devils - villains pt. 1 (i dont think i was a villain but i did stuff in this game that i usually dont and would consider villainous for myself FEWIWFEJIFEW i was in my feelings!) - passion & pain taste the same when i'm weak (me coming into the jury house and realizing they'd all snatched my wig w/ the edges and the glue.....i DID cry to this song for at least 2 hours! yes i did! WIFJWJIWEIJE) - tar ('under the stars -- pull yourself from the tar'. at the end of the day, this season was fucking stacked and there wasn't one person who was a bad player at all. at all.stars, if you will. i was under a lot of stars and from all the breakdowns in my game to me actually breaking down -- i GOTTA PULL MYSELF FROM THE TAR!!!! learn!! grow!! be better!!)

TOP 5 (not 'perfect for you'): - punchin' bag - take me as i am - over yet - tough on myself - tar

good for my whole journey imo!! the last 3!!! okay this is my ACTUAL last confessional okay thank u for everything!!! bye!!!

https://youtu.be/T5wRzWwlOp8

and here's my personal playlist for the org: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2E8KGCo1SrBgoJIQ9DycfM?si=96PWq-6ERCyisacQr3zPww

it is literally an hour and a half until the winner reveal and i really just have no idea what's going to happen. like in the back of mind i just have a feeling that im losing bc, yeah you know self-deprecation woo! but yeah idk i think i really gave this game my all and while i dont think i played it flawlessly, i still think i played a strong game i can be proud of :,)

having it be a live final tribal for my first ever like, jury questioning was just--- ugh wild but i actually think it went really well. just based on what people were saying it definitely seemed as if some of the jurors didnt really want to see me and daisy at the end or like, really werent consider voting for me but i think i was definitely able to sway some people who were willing to listen and definitely gave some of the jurors something to think about. so whether or not i win i do think that i had a really great final tribal performance, maybe it was even enough to sway enough people into giving me their vote?? WHO'S TO SAY

anyways this has been such a wild experience and it's surreal to think that it's ending in like, a little over an hour but no matter what happens i can say confidently that i will be able to look back on this season fondly and will be leaving it with my head held high bc I REALLY DID THIS LIKE!!! I REALLY MADE IT TO THE END!! WOW I STILL CANT GET OVER IT HAHAHA!! but yeah bye forever <33

Rob’s Last Video: https://youtu.be/X3krxxfJ3oo

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Daisy wins in a 7-2 vote!

#superspooky

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fatrainbowmermaidunicorn · 6 years

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3AM Drive - Thru (JJK x You x The8/Minghao) // FINAL

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Jungkook kneeled down on one knee, one hand holding hers and another one holding open a small ring box.

“I dont want to ever lose you again. I dont ever want to feel regret for letting you walk out from my life again. Song Y/N, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, showering you with the love that you deserve. Will you marry me?”

With streaming tears, Y/N smiles.

Minghao quickly turns away from what he saw. It seems his one mistake will haunt him forever. It costd him to lose the love of his life.

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[Y/N♡] : 2.37pm I’m sorry. I need time.

That was the last message Minghao received from Y/N. He was devastated. He cant figure out what she meant by that. Did he really just let her slipped from his grasp?

Y/N is his one true love. He’s sure about it. She is his strength and weakness. His inspiration and motivation. His happiness and sadness. She is his everything. She was there when he was struggling as a trainee, the most difficult time in his life, and she was there through out his hard work, sacrifices and success. He shares every important moment of his life with her and he wants to keep doing so with her in the future.

Minghao decides to respect her decision and patiently just wait for the day she will come home. He still sends her daily good morning and good night texts, although he knows better than to wait for a reply.

What hurts the most is that while he sits patiently at home, counting every second for her return with a cracked heart, the entertainment news keeps on reporting and posting photos about her and Jeon Jungkook having so much fun in Spain.

With all the different outfits and locations, its easy to see that they must have been meeting up everyday. The fans are speculating that they will be the new IT couple. The beautiful heir and the handsome golden maknae together? That just sounds like a match made in heaven.

Why do they have so much time to spend together anyway? I thought both of them are there for work! Minghao’s thoughts turned bitter.

Even without any contact and the explosion on news about Y/N and Jungkook, Minghao still have faith in her. He knows she wont leave him hanging just like that. She must really just need some time to clear her head. He believes that she cares about him enough to properly end it with him if she really did chose Jungkook. He refuse to believe that the rumors about her and Jungkook are more that just that, rumors.

Every single day felt like there’s a dark cloud hanging over Minghao’s head. He dont think he can ever be happy again until Y/N returns. It doesnt help that he also misses like crazy too.

As always, while discussing their schedule for the next month, Minghao’s mind drifted off to Y/N, until something finally catches his interest. One of the Song’s empire company is launching a new awards ceremony. It is said to be a prestigious yearly awards if the first year goes successfully. Everyone who has a name in the music industry is invited to the launching event and attending, of course, this is expected from the Song empire, who is known for throwing successful and incredible events. Every other idol groups and musician in the country will be there, including his group.

But unlike his group mates who is excited to be listed as a part of the guest list, the best part for Minghao is that Y/N will be attending. Her trip will be cut short and she will be back in the country a day before the event, which meant Minghao can finally see her, althoughylt it would be during the event and not even a day earlier. Its fine with him. It doesnt matter, as long as she’s right in front of his eyes.

When he gets her this time, Minghao promise himself that he wont ever let her go again. She’s going to be stuck with him forever.

Days seems to crawl too slowly for Minghao’s liking, and after a long suffering wait, the day of the launching arrived. He and the rest of Seventeen are dressed to the nines. After all, this is the event of the year. The place to make connections, to meet influential people, to meet everybody who is a somebody. But to Minghao, its the day to get the love of his life back.

He first saw her when Y/N’s father gave his opening speech. She came down from the spiriling staircase at the back, floating in her dress. Minghao’s heart starts to beat so fast, it almost burst inside his chest.

“Calm down. You are sweating,” Vernon whisper in his ear and swiftly passed him a tissue. By now, the each and every one of his brothers in Seventeen already knows about his love story with Y/N thanks to Mingyu and his big mouth. Well, if you can call it a love story. Minghao was criticized left and right for pushing Y/N away. They call him stupid, dumb, trying to br a hero and all sorts of things, you just name it, for not immediately accepting Y/N and asks her to ‘figure out’ her feelings first.

“Stupid. If you didnt try to be the nice guy, you could be cuddling with her right now. Doing things that we definitely didnt want to see,” this one comes from Jeonghan.

“Yeah, you are lucky she didnt straight away leave your stupid ass and went for Jungkook. I dont know why she’s still waiting for you,” and that’s from S.Coups.

“And you go pull that dumb shit getting drunk and making out with other girls. Its amazing how she still wants to talk to you,” and that is of course, from the ever good looking visual dream tree that he called best friend, Mingyu.

“Yeah, yeah, I know what I did is stupid okay? I know I’m an idiot, a dummy amd everything else that is stupid. That’s why I’m getting her back, no matter what,” was all Minghao can say to defend himself. He really hopes his stupidity wont ruin the greatest relationship he ever had for him.

Through out the main event, Minghao cant keep his eyes off Y/N who’s sitting on the stage. He’s waiting until he is able to go and talk to her. It also irritates him when he sees her smiling to someone in the crowd, and when he peeks to see who’s the lucky person is, of course its Jeon freaking Jungkook, all front and center with his BTS brothers and grinning so wide, Minghao thought his jaw would break, showing his oh so called adorable bunny smile.

What does he have to be smiling about anyway? That’s my girl! Minghao huffed. Although he cherished his friendship with Jungkook, sometimes he just cant stand his cockiness, especially when it involves Y/N.

Once the main event is done and the award show is officially launch, all the guests are free to roam around and mingle. Minghao tried to find Y/N, through the heavy crowd of people laughing, greeting each other. And everytime he finally sees her and is about to make his way to her, someone will stop him and his members. Minghao will plaster on a smile, say his greetings, nod here and there, not even listening, wishing they could just hurry up.

He finally saw a chance when he managed to make eye contact with Y/N. Y/N who seems to also want to talk to him makes her way to him. Minghao cant help but smile. God, I love her so much. Luck is really not on his side. Y/N was just a few feet away when he was pull by someone. The girl group member who he had kissed that night. Sadness and hurt immediately flashes in Y/N’s eyes and she straight away walk in the opposite direction before Minghao can stop her. Minghao tried to ignore the girl and catch Y/N instead, the look in her eyes is too much for his cracking heart to bare, but the grip on his arms got tighter.

“Hey,”

“Hey,” Minghao has no choice but to talk to her now. He turns over to face her, hoping she would say what she need to say so he can get a move on.

“Listen,” she scratch her neck, looking nervous. “I’m sorry about the other night. I didnt know that I would get that drunk and that a reporter would follow us,” she managed to stutter out. Minghao knows she’s scared and absolutely nervous. She is young and new in the industry. To be known as someone who makes out and drunk partied with a senior in the industry even before you officially debuted is not a good idea.

“Its fine,” Minghao replied, short and to the point. He really dont care about her or what happened. He doesnt care what the public thinks of him as long as Y/N believes him. He really just want to get away from her and find Y/N right now.

“The company has sort out the rumor and its all good now. But I just want to say sorry. I just newly debuted and its highly unprofessional of me to act that way. Especially with a sunbae,” she bowed, ashamed and Minghao can see that she’s truly apologetic.

“Its really fine. Its over anyway. I really got to go. We will catch up later okay,” Minghao didnt mean to be rude, and he really meant what he said. The rumor is over and he had no qualms about it. In fact, after everything is said and done, he would still like to maintain a friendship with the girl group. They are nice people and a nice hoobae after all. Minghao didnt wait for her to reply and rush off to find Y/N.

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Y/N took a deep long breath and let it go. She was hoping to talk to Minghao today. She really misses him. Really really misses him. Sometimes when she sits alone in her hotel room after her day exploring the city with Jungkook, her mind will drift off back to Minghao. Everything about him just did something to her heart. His passion for dance, his obsession with style, which he always makes her spend hours with him shopping just to find the right jacket to complete his outfit, his savageness, the way he showed his love and care for her in a not at all cheesy way, everything. Y/N sighs. She had tried to clear her mind by asking for some space and time. But the moment she saw the smile he gave her when they finally made eye contact, it immediately melts her heart and she just really want to grab him and just talk to him about everything so that they can finally try move forward and finally be together.

Spending her time with Jungkook in Spain is great. She had so much fun, it feels just like what it use to be before everything had happened. Jungkook is still the same. Just like the same guy she had felt in love with years ago. Just like her once best friend.She can even admit that sometimes whe he flash her that familiar bunny snile or when he held her hands when they were crossing the road, she felt tiny butterflies in her stomach. Something that she knows she shouldnt have.

But however sweet Jungkook is, no matter how hard he tries to act like the perfect boyfriend, she still cant get Minghao out of her mind, and she knows right then that her heart is set on him.

I’m inlove with Xu Minghao.

But seeing him with the same girl he had kissed at the party talking earlier did something to her heart. Will she really be able to truly forgive him? Will she able to trust him again? How can they be in a relationshio is she dont trust him, right?

But you forgave Jungkook didnt you? What he did is way worse.

But at least Jungkook didnt cheat on you while you were still together.

But is Minghao and I even together?

Y/N’s inner thoughts keep debating against each other. She’s really confused and with Jungkook suddenly back in her life, acting all nice and sweet, calling and texting and meeting with her almost everyday, it just make things even more complicated. But Jungkook did make her happy when her heart is thoroughly broken this time and she did very much enjoy her time with him.

Maybe Jungkook is really the one for me… maybe after everything, the one I’m meant to be with is Jeon Jungkook.

“Hey, what are you doing here alone outside? Its your party you know,” a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts. She looks up and a smile immediately appeared on her lips.

“Hey Jungkook, what are you doing here? Shouldnt you be mingling or something? There’s a lot of opportunities for movie castings and CF in there,” she pointed her fingers toward the party. “You are a part of the most hottest group right now,” she teased.

Jungkook laugh at that and took a seat besides her on the park bench. “Nah. You know partying is not really my thing. Besides, I will leave that to Tae-hyung, Jin hyung and Namjoon hyung. They are good at it and meeting and making new friends is their forte anyway,”

“Two years later, an incredibly well known world star but you are still just the same boy I know Jungkook. Akward and shy around new people,” Y/N laughs. Jungkook joins her laughter.

“I’ve never change Y/N. I make mistakes, yes, but I’m still me,” Jungkook turn to look at Y/N. His gaze turned serious. His heart is beating so fast at the familiarity that he’s seeing. Y/N under the stars, Y/N laughing wirh him, Y/N discussing about life and where they stand with him. Right in this moment, he wishes nothing more than to turn back time to when Y/N is still his. He wishes nothing more than to erase the stupid mistake of breaking her heart and letting her go, just for the sake of chasing his dreams. He should have known that Y/N will be the one who will keep running by his side when he’s chasing it. Y/N turned her gaze away from Jungkook deep stare.

“Its nice isnt it? Looking at the stars? We used to do it all the time, remember? Spilling secrets and talking about our dreams. Who knew we are already living it now,” Y/N looked up to the sky, analyzing the cluster of stars decorating the dark sky. They use to do this when they were younger. Sneaking out after curfews to the rooftop. Sharing their dreams and making promises to chase after it together. Jungkook’s heart ache when he remembers the memories and how he had been the one who ruined it all.

“Yes… we really made it Y/N. I’ve become an idol that I had always wanted to be and you finally found your courage to be who you really are, a smart and incredible heir to the Song empire,” Jungkook smile, thinking about what a long way Y/N had gone through and how he is incredibly proud of her. He just wished he had been there for her through her journey. But he didnt, and Minghao did. “But this is not the dream that matters Y/N. It never did. I was just blinded by the fake shining plastic of this dream that I didnt see the real sparkling diamond,” Jungkook’s voice is so soft that Y/N turned to him. He is staring at her with a serious look in his eyes.

“You are the dream that should have mattered the most Y/N. You are the sparkling diamond that I should have been chasing, something that shines so bright it never fails to light up my gloomy life,” Jungkook held one of her hands. “Growing old with you. Making new memories with you. Having you by my side until I’m old and grey…”

Jungkook kneeled down on one knee, one hand still holding hers and another one holding open a small ring box.

“Jungkook… wh…what are you doing?” Y/N is startled. He’s not doing what she thinks he’s doing right? She knows they have spend a lot of time together lately, and old feelings might be rekindled, but she is just still as shocked.

“I dont want to ever lose you again. I dont ever want to feel the regret of letting you walk out from my life ever again. Song Y/N, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, erasing all the stupid mistakes that i have done to you, showering you with the love that you really deserve. Will you marry me?”

Y/N was speechless. Shocked, touched, suprised. She’s feeling everything at once right now.

“You dont have to marry me right now Y/N. You can take all the time you need. It can even be in the next 10 years and I will still be waiting. I’m asking you to be mine. To promise that one day we will be together forever,” Jungkook gave her another bunny smile that she loves so much. “I know I made mistakes. And there’s nothing I hate and regret more than the moment I hurt you. I love you so much.You are the only one for me. The one I want to share my dreams, my success, my whole being with. I, Jeon Jungkook, promise to be yours and forever will be at your beck and call. Everything that I am, everything that I have is yours. I love you Song Y/N. Please say yes,”

With tears running heavily down her cheeks, Y/N smiles.

Minghao quickly turns away from what he saw. He had searched for Y/N everywhere and finally found her at the back garden. But she’s not alone. In fact she’s with Jeon Jungkook, who is down on his knees with a ring in his palms. The moment Minghao saw Y/N smiles after the sweetest proposal he had ever heard, he realizes what that means. It seems that his one mistake will haunt him forever. It costs him to lose the love of his life.

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Minghao quickly bid goodbye to his members and told his manager that he’s going for a walk. He ended up sitting in a lone bench somewhere even he himself is not sure. His body is numb, hell, even his mind is numb. He doesnt even know how long he’s been sitting therr, staring into nothingness. He dont think he can ever recover this heartbreak.

“I’ll buy you chicken nuggets, as long as I can share the fries,”

Minghao snapped out from his dazed and turned around so fast that he might get a whiplash. Minghao thought he was hallucinating when he sees Y/N standing there, wind blowing in her oerfectly coiffed hair, holding brown paperbags which he assumes contains the said chicken nuggets and fries, smiling ever so brightly. Tears are still evident in her puffy red eyes.

Why is she here? Is she here to tell me that she finally chose Jungkook?

Minghao immediately walks up to her. If this is the last moment that he can have with her, he’s going to make it count. He cant help but teared up, looking at this beautiful girl that he loves with all his heart but now belongs to someone else.

“Did you know, by saying yes to that question two years ago to a total stranger in a McDonald’s at 3 freaking am, my life changed forever?” Y/N stepped closer, her smile got bigger.

“Y/N… you dont have to tell me. I already know tha-

“You dont know anything,” Y/N cut him off and take another small step towards him. “I love you Xu Minghao. You’re the one. Its has always been you,”

Y/N close their gap and placed her lips on his before Minghao can register what is happening and what she had said. Feeling her lips on his, Minghao, who is still wandering if this is reality or just some bad dream that he will eventually wake up from, kisses her back, putting all the love, longing, desire that he has for her in their very first kiss.

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Jungkook slide down on the garden bench after Y/N left, staring at the ring he had picked out so carefully for her.

“I love you Song Y/N. Please say yes,”

With tears running heavily down her cheeks, Y/N smiles.

She slowly kneels down to Jungkook’s height and grabbed both of his hands.

“You know you will always be my first love. Everything you said sound like a dream. A dream that up until now, I know I wont be able to turn into reality. But I’m sorry Jungkook. I cant,” she sniffled. Jungkook just look at her, not knowing what to say. His heart is starting to break, piece by piece. He can feel it. “Two years ago, I would say yes in a heart beat. You were my dream, my future, Jungkook. You are everything I’ve ever wanted. I would have given up everything just to be Jeon Y/N. But all that has changed now. My heart has been thrown around, stabbed, burned, stepped on, cracked and broken to million tiny pieces. I never thought it can ever be whole again. But someone did managed to save it, slowly he pieced it back together again, and now it just refused to belong to anyone else but him,” Y/N blinked and more tears started to fall. Jeon Jungkook has always been her dream, her future, someone she wanted to be with until the rest of days, and right now saying no to him is also breaking her own heart. But her heart knows what it wants, and its not Jungkook.

“It’s Minghao isnt it?”

“I’m sorry Jungkook,” was all she wss able to say before she gave him a peck on his cheek and run towards the shadow she saw that must have overseen them.

Jungkook snapped the ring box close and shoved it back in his pockets. He let out a deep sigh and finally let all the tears he held inside roll out.

It’s okay Y/N. I’m happy you found someone who will love you as you deserved to be love.I’m happy he is able to save your heart.

Be happy, my love. I will always love you

And there, late at night, in the middle of a prestigious party, sat a well known man, loved by millions of his fans, alone on a garden bench, crying his heart out for the lost of the love of his life.

************** Epilogue up next!

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kaywritesthings · 6 years

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Bruce: Bruce was, more or less, glad to be back on Earth. It wasn't something he anticipated every happening- in fact after becoming the Hulk on Asgard, he thought that was it for him, and he's just be this monster forever. Being back, and being himself- almost exclusively it seemed, for all that the Hulk had disappeared. He busied himself in some of Tony's old labs, trying to figure out something, or anything to help. He didn't know how to exist in this world anymore, and found himself in some ways, longing for the ease of life back on Sakkar, where he was trapped but knew how to live in a way he didn't here. Bruce found he missed her too, though he didn't really know her in the way the Hulk had. He had no idea what had happened to the Valkyrie after he'd been sent to earth, or if she was among the deaths or disappeared. There was no way to know either, so he bent himself to his work and tried not to think about it.

Valkyrie joined the chat

Valkyrie: She didnt understand Earth, no not really. No one had real order in this city of New York. Not that Sakkar had much law, but it had fear. People here mocked their leadership. Which to her looked weak. People were not allowed to scream at other people, for it was rude.. There was no killing either. She longed for some comfort of sorts, and found herself where that Thor god was. She still was a bit bitter towards him for her people, but she was warming up. He was not like his sister. She went into the facility, she didnt know anyone and found herself in a lab. She picked up bottles and for fun tossed them against the wall. She had rage in her, that was not welcome here on Earth. She saw someone sitting at a table. "You there." She said. "bruce is it?" She said. "Remember me? From Sakkar.. They put me in fleece fabric so you might not remember."

Bruce: Bruce had been bent over one of Tony's more intuitive flat paneled screens, flipping through diagrams and trying to deconstrcut what he knew about infinty stones as if that would be of any help without any actual stones to study. But he felt like he had to do something. He was startled when he heard another voice and his eyes wided when he saw who it belonged to. "Wow. It's you," he said and had to work hard not to try and stumble over his words. Valkyrie was like the kind of warrior woman you read about in comic books- beautiful, strong, could kill you with a look if she wanted- and he still had a hard time believing that they existed. "Of course I remember you," Bruce said, anxiously adjusting his glasses. "I thought we'd lost you back on the ship. When Thanos and his men attacked."

Valkyrie: "You did for a bit" She said and jumped on the counter. She sat there looking over his work. Those eyes were so familiar. "But I am not that easy to kill." She chuckled picking up his reasearch paper and looking it over. "What are you doing?" She asked. She set the book down, feeling sad for all she had to leave behind. "This is where you and hulk are from ?Newest York?" She said, looking at him. She had heard the hulk was afraid. She had alwasy been there to comfort him in time of uncertainty.

Bruce: Bruce did love the easy way that Valkyrie moved, taking ownership over every space she was in. Evenif a small part of him wanted to reach out and make sure she didn't knock sensitive equipment off of the table. He leaned around her and straightened a beaker that was in danger of falling. "No, no, you wouldn't be," he said and choked a little, looking up into Val's eyes for a moment before looking away. "But yes, this is where we're from. Me, now mostly. The Hulk won't come. I think he's happy you're here though," Bruce said. "From waht I can tell."

Valkyrie: She smiled and looked into bruces eyes. "Hey Hulk!" She said and waved. She put her hand on Bruce's arm. "I miss you big boy!" She said. She had taught hulk how to speak better and to read.. She had been his care taker and loved every moment with him. When he wasnt made to kill, he was playful and fun. "Give him time, he'll come around. I believe in you" she said into Bruces eyes. "Can he hear me?"

Bruce: Bruce let out a surprised laugh when Valkrie waved at him like that and ducked his head. "I know it's weird to say, but I miss him too. I could have used his help." He looked Valkyrie over and sighed, just a little. "I know I don't really know you, but he does. So well. It feels like I know you." He pursed his lips. "He's not talking much, he's still...scared I think. But I feel warmth from him. His own kind of happiness."

Valkyrie: She smiled an lean over to kiss his cheek. Giving it to the hulk. She touched his cheek. He still felt like the hulk was here with him seeing bruce. "I'm starving." She said and jumped off the counter. "What does bruce eat?" She asked.

Bruce: Bruce flsuhed when Val kissed his cheek and felt himself stuttering over his next few words. "I...uh...is that how it was with you two?" he asked, still trying to peice some things together. He pushed back from the lab table. "I can show you the kitchen, Bruce eats what most humans do. How does pizza sound? I have some leftover."

Valkyrie: "We were close, not like that." She teased. "He isn't sexual if that's what you wonder. At least not with me. He loved me like a mother i think." She said. "But maybe... you dont see me as one?" She laughed. "Pee sha? That is food? I want to try it, it cant be that bad if you like it, right?"

Bruce: Bruce flushed brightly and laughed, then shook his head. "No, no, I didn't mean like that," he said. "I meant more like...romantic. Not sexual," he said and then flushed even considering it. "A mother? No," Bruce said and laughed, leading the way to the kitchen. "No, deifnitely not. You're...gorgeous and fierce and there is nothing motherly in what I'm thinking," he babbled and busied himself pulling out the pizza. "Yes, it's bread and cheese and tomato sauce and like five different kinds of meat. You'll like it. I'm sure," he said handing her a slice.

Valkyrie: "Sounds interesting. Are you ok" She teased, she seemed to notice he was nervous. A rapid heart beat. "Tah tah tah, calm down my friend." She rubbed his head the way she rubbed Hulks when he was getting frustrated. "We need to think of fishes, red fish, blue fish, angel fish." She said. "Sorry it use to work on hulk." She teased. "can i help prepare the pizza?" She asked. "What calms you down, Banner, what does banner love to do?" She asked

Bruce: Bruce gave Valkyrie a slightly confused look and then swallowed hard when she started to rub his head. "I'm calm," he said which was a very big lie. "You're just a very beautiful woman, and they don't usually touch me. Ever," Bruce said and smiled just a little. "It's perpared," he said, "thats kind of the beauty of it," he said and offered her a slice. "It's cold, but some people think it's better that way." He smirked. "I like..uh..science. Equations. Research. I'm really kind of boring compared to my counterpart."

Valkyrie: "You arent boring. You have PhDs." She said. "And I think you are cute. I usually like women. If you want to join me with women one day, that's ok. I think it's call a threesome." She smiled and pet his cheek innocently. "I like research too."She said. "This place, this earth, its more peaceful but more dumb, minus you. Your leader, trump? Hes not so good?"

Bruce: Bruce laughed a little, looking Valkyrie over. "Do you even know what a PhD is?" he asked, lifting an amaused eyebrow. "I uh. Well." Bruce said, not sure what to do with that invitation. "I've heard of them, yes," he said and binked, trying to wrap his head around that. Natasha being involved was the first thing that came to mind and it just made him flush more. "It's not always peaceful here. I promise that. And don't even get me started on that."

Valkyrie: She laughed when his cheeks were pink and not green. "Bruce." She wondered why he was so lonely. Sometimes the hulk expressed feeling lonely. She took the pizza and held it to her lips. She took a bit and let out a hapy moan. "It taste so different, texture so soft and spices so blended! It's better tan a bug!" She said. "What do you think of piza"

Bruce: Bruce felt like Val was trying to kill him here, with her little sounds, that moan, and the way she was so open to touch him. Most people avoided getting close to him, and he avoided getting close to them. He smiled though and took a bite of his own pizza. "This is pretty much earth's delicacy," he said and smirked. "It's one of the few things I really missed from here." He took another bite and winked at her. "How did you even make your way here? Why did you come?"

Valkyrie: "I dont know. I just landed here. Tony brought me in. " She ate the pizza quickly and grabbed another slice. It was delicious. She licked each one of her fingers. She loved how the cheese stretched. She giggled and held up a pepporoni. "Everything on this piza is already dead, it makes it easy to digest." She said. "Did you like our space food? I think I heard you SCREAM when you ate the squidish pasta."

Bruce: "So you've met Tony," Bruce said and smirked. "That must have been fun for you," he said and watched as Val licked her fingers, feeling that almost phantom but very real part of him that was still a man react. "Yeah, you'll find that about earth. We like our food to be dead when we eat it," he teased lightly. "I uh. I'm glad that my food doesn't wiggle at me here."

Valkyrie: "Yeah, it can be a bit of a pain when yo uhave to fight your food in your mouth." She said with a laugh. she ate anotehr slice and then some of Bruces because he looked done. She downed a coke too. "Thsi food is good." she wa suse to eating a lot with Hulk.They both put it away. "do you have a partner?" She asked. "Hulk said you might be into iron man ." She blinked. Hulk sometimes tried to tell jokes, sometimes.. But they could sound like reality.

Bruce: Bruce laughed softly and went to the bar. "I think you're probably an alcoholic to rival Tony, but I don't think there's any harm in having some," he said, reaching out to grab a bottle and poure them both a glass. "A partner?" He laughed when Val mentioned Tony and shook his head. "In the lab, sure, but not like that," he said and cleared his throat awkwardly. "I'm not really. Attached to anyone like that."

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queendeanofpie · 7 years

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Kallura month 7

I am actually going to turn this into a book so I hope you love this au! I legit thought of this AU then found catnippackets Witch AU!

Kallura month # 21 Team up

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Allura briskly walked into the library headed for a certain table near the back. She sighed before throwing down a small store bag.

Markers, highlighters, a small notepad, and post it notes came spilling out. She gave a determined smile putting her hands on her hips.

"Alright time to find those books" she muttered.

She stalked off towards the history and mythology section her heels clicking. When she got there she closed her eyes letting her magic flood outward.

She opened her eyes to find three books titles glowing a pale pink. She grinned before picking them up and carrying them back to her seat.

She sat down and began to flip through them making references and scribbling in the little notepad.

There was a shuffle and Allura jumped squeaking in surprise. She looked behind her to find a guy under the table.

He winced touching his head and Allura realized he must have hit his head plugging in his laptop.

He turned and his violet eyes met hers for a second. She stared for a second before turning back around.

She frowned. Allura didnt like the look of the stranger. There was something off about his aura. She sighed before continuing on her research. Eventually she let out a frustrated huff slamming the book shut. She heard a chuckle behind her and rolled her eyes.

"You try researching 10000 year old creatures that murdered your entire family" she muttered under her breath.

She then looked up almost screaming to find the stranger smirking at her. He had inky black hair that swept down his neck and A black leather jacket that looked worn.

"So whats all this?" He asked looking at the book curiously a smile on his face.

Allura relaxed slightly at hearing his question. all she had to do was lie a little. After all, the only thing he could see was a mythology book.

"Im researching a mythological creature for a term paper" she said flashing a smile.

He raised an eyebrow "well that's interesting seems like weird notes for a term paper" he commented looking over at them.

She chuckled nervously "Yes, my projects a little weird my professor wanted us to write the paper as a what if these creatures were still alive today" She smiled "he's a very strange professor"

"Certainly sounds like it" the boy smiled "You know . . . I used to have a professor just like that. Used to actually believe in mythical creatures" the mans voice was a strange kind of calm and it sent shivers down her spine.

"Really?" She said her voice cracking slightly. He nodded tapping the book. His violet eyes met hers and She found she couldn't take her eyes off of them. They were such a deep shade of twilight, like the night sky

"Yep used to believe in vampires, ghosts, you name it . . , even knew how to kill them, green wood for vampires . . . . . . Iron to stop a witches power." His voice suddenly went cold and Allura felt something get slapped around her wrist.

She looked down to a small metal bracelet around her wrist. Stunned she glanced back up to find a cold look on the strangers face.

"Your not that smart are you witch?" He asked sounding disinterested.

"W-what are you talking about?" Allura stammered trying to shake the cold dead feeling the bracelet gave her.

He leaned down on the table his face inches from hers making her flinch in fear. His violet eyes, were now like a storm of stars.

"I mean you really think you can fool me with a simple spell on that book?" He growled

Allura's face hardened but she quickly reached into her bag pulling out a charm. She threw it in the air and he went to catch it but missed making Allura smirk.

He looked up bewildered to see it floating in mid air. He looked around to find everyone else frozen as well.

"A time charm, I thought you'd want the privacy" She smirked standing up.

"Who are you?" The man growled

"First off, rude, second off, The name is Allura Altea" she offered her hand and he stared at it like she was crazy.

"Keith Kogane" he replied warily without shaking her hand.

"Alright" she huffed taking back her hand "what do you want?" She asked.

"I want to know why your researching 10,000 year old demons, especially in plain sight" He asked narrowing his eyes.

Allura raised an eyebrow "I wasn't, the book is enchanted" She replied slowly.

His eyes widened and a nervous look flashed across his face for a second. Allura smirked to her self. This boy was hiding something.

"What are you?, I thought I sensed something strange in your aura" She asked walking up to him. He backed away scowling at her.

"I'm not anything!, Who do you work for?" He asked defensively

"I don't work for anyone and I don't hire out to anyone. I am not that kind of witch" She replied haughtily sending him a glare.

"Then you know where the witch name Haggar is?" He asked challenging her. He was close enough that Allura could hear his heartbeat and his aura was humming around him now.

"I do . . . . ." She said slowly memories slowly flashing in her mind making her heart throb "But, They are my case and I will handle them" She finished sending him another glare.

"No your going to tell me" He threatened getting in her face. All she could hear was the humming of his aura and suddenly she was terrified

Allura backed up terror climbing up her veins as she defensively put a chair between him and her. He was a young male, if he wanted he could kill her in an instant due to her not being prepared.

"Stay away" She said eyeing her bag in panic. If she could get to the trap charm in it she might have a chance.

Keith noticed her change of direction and Allura tried to reach for it quickly. Keith reacted instantly scowling as he grabbed her wrist securing both in his hands.

Allura struggled trying to get him off but his grip was firm. She looked up realizing he had a confused look on his face.

"Why are you struggling?" He asked

"Because your a galran demon! If you've realized who I am you'll kill me" She spat She was going to die she had nothing to lose now.

Keith's face paled and he instantly let go of her taking a step back. Allura raised an eyebrow rubbing her wrist.

"I-I'm . . . I didn't mean to scare you" He stammered eyes wide.

"I'm not telling you where the witch is so If your going to kill me do it now" She told him coldly looking away

"No!, No! I-I'm not a demon" He stammered eyes widening he sighed running a hand through his hair "I'm half" He mumbled

He was a half demon. It hit her what he was saying and Allura realized she was wrong.

"Your a hunter aren't you?" She asked guiltily staring at him in defeat

He nodded not looking up at her. Allura sighed looking down and messing with her thumbs.

"I'm . . . Sorry I should have realized . . . . I heard that in your aura and didn't think to check anything else" She sighed before sticking out her hand.

He looked at it reluctantly but after a minute took it sighing. She gave him a small smile before sitting down and inviting him to do the same.

"You should probably undo that charm" he said pointing pointing to the small glowing stone.

Allura nodded before reaching up and grabbing it causing everything around them to return to normal.

She returned it to her bag and folded her arms looking up at him.

"So" she began "Why are still here?" She asked

"Well I still havent got what I needed" he replied cooly. Allura scowled at him.

"I told you, that case is mine and mine only" She replied shaking her head.

He raised an eyebrow "why? It would be a much easier job for me than you, I doubt your powerful enough if all you can do is charms" he answered rolling his eyes.

"If you would take off this idiotic iron bracelet then I'll show you power" she argued hotly holding up her wrist for effect.

"Really? Then why do you want that witch so bad? Whats so special about her?" He snapped leaning closer.

Allura narrowed her eyes the memories making her bitter

"Because she's the reason my entire family. Is dead" Allura said coldly venom in her words.

Keith stared at her for a minute before abruptly taking off and the cuff and speaking

"mysticas ei approximantes"

Allura felt her powers return with a hum, she could feel the life returning to her soul almost. It suddenly caught and she felt her marks light up, cursing as she hide her head from anyone who might see

"I know about you, your one of the Altaen coven witches" he accused her

"I . . . I was" She mumbled the flame in her seemed to die down and her marks disappeared causing her to sigh in relief as she lifted her head.

"I thought you said you weren't in a coven" he retorted

"The altean coven was one of only and largest white covens" she replied cooly

"That doesn't explain why your after this witch"

"She lied to the galran demons and they burst in on a coven meeting one day and killed everyone including my father" Allura sighed biting her lip to keep her eyes from watering.

Instantly Keith's face fell. He looked away guiltily running his hand through his hair again.

"I'm sorry" he admitted "I didnt know the coven was white or about the attack"

"Why do you want the witch then?" She asked

"Because I think she's the reason my father is dead and my mom has dissapeared." Keith mumbled

"Oh." was all Allura could say She looked down but the more she thought about it the more she wanted to say something. She couldn't escape the feeling that this was what she was supposed to do.

She looked up with a smile "Team?" she asked simply holding out her hand.

"What?" Keith asked surprised to see her offering him her hand

"I'm tired of fighting this alone" She explained softly "We've both got reason to take them down I would rather work with someone I can understand"

Keith looked down at her hand his eyebrows scrunching in thought. He finally closed his eyes deep in thought. Then he smiled, his star-sky eyes opening as he took her hand grinning.

"Team"

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#kalluramonth2k17 #Kallura #Keith #Allura #Supernatural!AU #Kalluramonth21

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pinksweatergettingbetter · 7 years

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warning, the following has mainly snarky (and possibly furious) opinions on Spirit of Justice. Reader discretion is advised.

Trucy, you don’t need to take sides. There’s one side. The truth. And both Apollo and Phoenix are on that side.

They’re not at the same bench but they’re on the same team. It’s gonna be ok.

“I’m sorry too, little lady! this is all my fault..”

Oh so trucy gets an apology, but not Apollo? cool cool whatever

Trucy, if Phoenix and Apollo become bitter enemies over a property dispute then they weren’t really all that close to begin with.

Dhurke: invalides trucy’s feelings while simultaneously spouting more of his Manly Man shit

“one minute we’re trading blows, and the next, we’re having drinks together”

well if that’s his mentality i can see why he thinks its ok do be an utter fuckwad to everyone

“We’re simple creatures at heart! Hah-hahahaha!”

yes... men are so simple at heart... they’re just a bunch of neanderthals... thanks Dhurke, truly you are the way to the future.

To be honest, I am glad that this is a civil case. When I first saw the publicity I was sure they’d made Phoenix a prosecutor for no reason and I was furious.

I’m not super glad at the way things turned out but at least the bullshit counter didn’t go into the red and explode.

Phew. I’m actually sighing in relief here. Maybe I can pretend what follows is all a friendly game or something.

Aww; poor Judgey’s confused :(

...they seriously don’t need to have a falling out to be on the opposite side of a courtroom. Lawyers face each other all the time.

They don’t have to hate each other, they just have to keep things professional, otherwise they’d cause a conflict of interest. Like... it’s not ideal but tbh it’s more a danger to their clients than each other.

Y’know, I’m gonna dare to be optimistic here; as much as I hate this storyline and most people in it, this is actually an interesting and character-developing scenario.

Apollo has to face off against his mentor, the guy who... well I’d say Kristoph taught him all his tricks, but Phoenix was a sort of moral guiding force, I guess. Apollo standing up and holding his own against a superior is a legitimate way to show that he’s come into his own. Plus, since it’s not framed in a negative light (or at least, it shouldn’t be) it’s more impactful than phoenix being straight up evil since that would make it easy to take him down. This is a contest between two people who simply happen to be on opposite sides of the chess board. Again, it’s a pretty legit way to show Apollo’s growth.

...that said, I just wish it wasn’t happening after zero character build up and a heaping serving of bullshit. :T

Oh well. At least they got something right.

it is pretty hilarious how much they’re trying to up the drama though. it’s not that deep, guys

I guess Atishon just doesn’t have legs

[snerk] his shitty speeches are actually kinda funny. ...if a little cliché.

...he’s standing... but I'm still not ruling out that he’s legless...

Tbh, even though Atishon is clearly lying, the fact that Datz basically threatened the orb out of Buff does make this kind of in their favour.

...Apollo, don’t overcomplicate the case. All you have to do is prove that it’s not the crystal and you can have it.

Reasons Apollo would make a good rebel: He doesn’t blab his rebelness all over the place for no reason.

SEXY PAN UP SHOT FOR MS. SKYE

nice ankles, ms skye.

“Ema..?”

“Use some manners, we’re in court”

thats not the way you acted the last time you were called as his witness :/

whoa seriously whats with the sudden crazy 180 for Ema? Yeah, she’s grumpy, but suddenly she’s acting like Apollo’s some rude little shit off the street. Why is she upset that he’s going up against Phoenix? Why does he need to apologize? JUST BEING ON OPPOSITE ENDS OF THE COUTROOM DOESN’T MAKE YOU ENEMIES.

or did the SOJ team forget the lessons we learned in the trilo–– oh who am i kidding they’ve never even laid eyes on those.

“You’ll never get the job done with that attitude. Take it from someone who’s been there” Been where???? Been where, Ema?????? what the fuck are you talking about what is going on

haha the fey statue and the urn were ‘stolen’, huh? yeah. stolen from a better game.

pfft. So Buff’s some Kaitou Kid type, huh?

y’know ive been neglecting to mention it but have you noticed how much they skimp on animation compared to DD? DD had like 20 tiny animated cutscenes, and SOJ has one lame one at the beginning of each case to set it up. I can’t believe they even slashed the animation budget.

has anyone noticed how unfocused 3D phoenix looks. he looks like he’s just. staring out into space.

i love they don’t use gendered pronouns to refer to Buff’s kid. Remember the last time they did that? Mr. Andrews......

“I was shocked to see the urn that came from Kurain in Kurain”

anyway quit referencing actually good games, SOJ. Back to the shame corner for you.

oh COME ON. How do you steal a fucking wall relief?!

and he really couldn’t just get a fucking permit? what the fuck is this

“but good intentions are no get-out-of-jail-free-card”

they are a sentence-lightening card, though! either way, this is one of the things i like most about AA. No matter how good your intentions were you still dont get away with cold-blooded murder.

OR KIDNAPPING, AURA. HAVE FUN IN JAIL YOU SHITTY EXCUSE FOR LESBIAN REPRESENTATION.

every single theft of an artifact can be attributed to Dr. Buff. every single one.

alright, so we’re back to that whole ‘missing object report’. Thing is, unless there really IS a Crystal of Ami Fey, this wouldn’t work out. Atishon has to provide evidence that he owned the item, or that it existed in the first place. If this crystal turns out to be made up I’m gonna pitch a fuckin fit.

Don’t disappoint me, SOJ.

“Wimperson”

ah, SOJ, with all the comedic genius of a third-grader.

...to be fair i could say the same about Larry but i like larry and AA1. and it also plays into his phrase-thingy!

seriously. gimme pics of the crystal or we’re gonna have some serious problems.

“So how do you know this item is the thing he’s looking for”

“he said so”

THATS. NOT EVIDENCE.

oh judge, your oldness never ceases to be to be enjoyable

(that wasn’t sarcasm btw i love that dumb running gag)

seeing phoenix scream from the opposite side of the table is very enjoyable. just because i love seeing phoenix scream but also like having that scream not mean something bad for my case.

i get to have my cake and eat it too! <3

um i dont think you can put dashes in email addresses.

“Don’t tell me!”

“Oh, but I will anyway.”

I love Apollo so, so much.

so you looked far enough into this that you tried to hack his computer but you’ll accept “its mine cause i said so” as concrete proof of something??

“Maybe the recipient of the email was a dog lover!”

he might be on the other side with the kid gloves off but phoenix is still Phoenix “a baseball also has stitches” Wright.

fuck. he walks to the bench. he cant not have legs.

...but maybe........

what the fuck

Atishon has the same birthday as my dad

DISGUSTING

oh my god, seeing phoenix /sweating/ on the other side is even more surreal

i also love that everyones making ‘politicians are gross’ jokes willynilly but they all forget that they’re Criminal Defence Lawyers

“This is... Quite... a thing... you’ve said”

I'm wheezing

this is turning out to be way funnier than i expected

please SOJ I'm having fun don’t stop me now

i mean he has a point. if Atishon leant the item to Bluff to study that still means that Atishon owned it in the first place.

HOWEVER, WHERE THE FUCK IS THE PROOF OF THE ORIGINAL ITEM IN ANY WAY RESEMBLING WHAT WE’VE GOT HERE.

its so weird to see phoenix on the wrong side of the bench that i keep getting his voice wrong when i read him out loud. i keep making him sound deep and authoritative instead of... well, how he usually sounds.

“Well, grandchildren ARE meant to be spoiled... I mean, that’s what grandfathers are for!”

judgeyyyyyyyyy

im crying

ema: can i fuck off now

“lets get more info on the crystal”

FINALLY. thank you, athena.

NO, NOT ITS HISTORY, DAMNIT

PROVE THAT IT EXISTS AND YOU OWNED IT.

“back in the old country”

...england..?

pft i though his testimony said “The Hilarious History” instead of illustrious history and i was so ready

“he protected the spirit mediums, a minority back then, from the rest of the locals”

well thats a big fat lie because

A) Kurain village is build on mediums

B) no way the Fey clan would allow a male ruler

we could reaaaaaaaallly use some photo evidence, Atishon.

“One Ives Shineto”

ok what the FUCK. where the hell are all the women?! HEY. SOJ TEAM. DID YOU EVEN GLANCE AT THE oh of course you didnt fuck meeeeeeeeee

also whats that pun

FFFF PHOENIX YA LIL SHIT

“The transformation the mediums underwent when channeling spirits frightened the locals”

i am glad to know changing your entire bone structure is as scary looking as it sounds. of course, i doubt people would be frightened for too long when they were talking to deceased loved ones.

i must say they did do a good job writing Atishon’s lines.

“The Kurain channeling technique is known to have originated from Kooraheen, and Ami was said to travel there to train”

No, Ami invented the technique, and according to your backstory, she lived there first. Can you even keep your own facts straight?

I mean, apart from all this being bullshit and i hate it.

i legit cant believe it took THAT LONG for phoenix to point out the fact that the handover agreement was signed under duress.

that'd be like, the first thing i pointed out.

...ah, there it is. I knew this couldn't stay a happy little civil case for long. Here comes the murder.

Also, really Phoenix? You didn’t bring up the fact that he might have been killed any earlier too?

Now that theyre bringing up the pile of books, I realize how ridiculous it is that there were so many of them on the ground. Pulling out one book might dislodge one or two next to it, but not the entire shelf. For the books to have fallen like that, they would have needed to have been shoved from the other side, or for the shelf to have listed forwards. neither of those things are possible. and nobody noticed this?!

i mean the only reason i didnt think about it was because i knew this was murder from the start.

Man, Phoenix, with all your “with respect for the dead” talk, it sure did take you a while to bring up the fact that you knew he was murdered and the police should probably be getting on that right now.

>edit: Actually I just realized how despicable that is; keeping the fact that this was murder secret just to use it later on as a quick bargaining chip in your civil case.

Hey capcom? You can screw up the series all you like but FUCK you for making Phoenix a skeezy piece of shit on par with the likes of von Karma. Because you know who else withholds information that sensitive for such a petty reason? MANFRED VON KARMA.

Fuck you, capcom, fuck you, fuck you, FUCK you.

“Did you forget who you were up against, Mr. Justice?”

All I do is hurl baseless accusations!!

wow the second this turned into murder i just got tired of this case. Also, Phoenix, you better back your butt back to your seat. Being a murder case, this requires a prosecutor... something that you are not.

theres AN AUTOPSY REPORT. WHY ISNT THIS A SEPARATE TRIAL. THIS SHOULD BE A SEPARATE TRIAL; THIS SHOULD BE BEING... TRIAL-ED IN ANOTHER COURTROOM. you can reference it, and use it as evidence, BUT YOU CAN’T JUST COMBINE THEM.

Damnit, Capcom, I TOLD YOU NOT TO DISAPPOINT ME.

BUT YA JUST COULDN’T HELP IT, COULD YOU.

...Datz is in the gallery... But he was just in jai–– fuck it whatever

ok now that this is a murder trial Atishon’s non-answers aren’t funny anymore, theyre ANNOYING. I WANT THIS SHIT TO BE OVER AS FAST AS POSSIBLE. YAP ME A CONTRADICTION OR I’LL CRAM YOUR BELOVED PLAQUE UP YOUR POLITICALLY INEPT ASS.

“Try me, o lord of plebs”

its been a long time since any meme-y type person has called someone else a pleb... please try to keep up, SOJ.

i love that phoenix, at the end of each statement, politely states “get the fuck on with it, asshat”

why the fuck did he

fall asleep what

OOO THE JUDGE YELL

AW YEA

“What did I ever do to deserve this?”

you existed in the first place, Apollo. I’m sorry.

No.............

I do not like that Phoenix used the phrase, “Witness, I think it’s time for you to come clean.”

You know who uses phrases like that.

Assholes.

“You should know I always come fully prepared, Justice!”

( buy it, buy it, buy it, buy it––)

...Right, so Phoenix isn’t a prosecutor but he sure as hell has been doing a lot of prosecutorial things. Calling all the witnesses, explaining the case, etc.

Oh and he and and Atishon still didn’t tell anybody that Buff was most likely murdered right off the bat so ffffffuck you capcom

Fuck you, Datz. Stop laughing and fucking focus on the fact that you’ve been accused of murder and it’s kinda tough on your ol’ pal Apoll– oh wait silly me i forgot none of you give a rats ass about him. All you do is laugh and eat and sit around waiting for Sadmad to come home.

“Better brace yourself, son”

Hey guess what Dad warranty expires if you haven’t made or tried to make contact in 20 years so get that word out of your nasty mouth, Dhurke.

“Worried this might make a rift between you two...

...and that you might then leave the agency”

haha

“Hahaha. She has an active imagination”

hahahah

hahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahhAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA

“...Nothing a little persuasion couldn’t handle.”

Capcom. If it was something douchey. I will tear you in half.

SEXY PAN UP SHOT FOR

robot guy

i remember when i used to be excited for each new case. now I'm just scared what new horrors the next will bring.

hang on why does the drone not have a special sound font? if it didnt disguise the operator’s voice it would be kind of obvious who they were...

HOLY SHIT MISSILES

SO... THE WHOLE “BOMBS IN THE COURTROOM ARE HORRIFIC THING” FROM DD IS JUST FORGOTTEN, HUH??

hang on.

“Capitalist pig; I’ll turn you into pork stroganoff”

is “Sarge” legit Russian, then? That explains the “Komandir” thing. Shit, I have to change my voice.

ok so Sarge is written with an American Sargent phonetic accent, but uses Russian rankings and seems to be communist. What am I missing???

“I guess he does dress like he’s in the military...”

hes a paratrooper!!! why dont you know that? i thought you grew up with him.

“That’s true. Papa didn’t keep our house locked up.”

...the... archeologist... with a house full of priceless treasures... didn’t lock his fucking doors.

hey congrats for trusting the mediums and all but guess what? thats irresponsible as fuck and incredibly stupid for a supposed thief so I'm kinda surprised it took you this long to be discovered/bumped off.

those have got to be nerf bullets cause firing a GUN in court is just fucking ridiculous. like too far for Ace Attorney. Melee weapons, ok. Long range firearms? No.

...Though... Note to self... Next time, when creating parody prosecutor, you now have legit grounds to just give him a fucking gun........

“Sorry, but I’m afraid lawyers are missile-proof.”

Note to self. Upgrade gag prosecutor to missile launcher.

ooh, i see this drone is in the same vein as the Assassin’s Radio.

“Courtroom warriors don’t use guns or missiles, because evidence is our weapon of choice!”

Ahah! THATS why prosecutors are so violent. They never have any evidence to back up their assertions so they just fuckin ASSAULT people.

i... had a little chuckle at ‘truth bomb’

“What’s with him and Siberia of all places?”

Well context wise it seems he's some kind of... Defected-to-communist American?

Huh. Athena’s powers must be based purely on sound waves then. Interesting.

Anyway, it’s mood matrix time! Hooray!!! I’ve warmed a lot to the Mood Matrix to be honest. I like the glowy lights.

I’m gonna make a guess right now that something was on fire. Cause thats some PTSD shit right there.

pfft the gallery was so on board with their new judge overlord. Also thank goodness this is Ace Attorney and this shit is allowed to fly, cause you’d get your ass handed to you if you tried this in real court, pal.

Um, I wouldn’t dig any deeper if sarge is still in such a state. It’s not... safe. Either that or you best hope that thing’s bottomless magazine has run out. Plus, I love that whoever’s watching over the actual Sarge in the Lobby hasn’t tried to stop them when they noticed them SCREAMING AND PRESSING THE ‘FIRE’ BUTTON REPEATEDLY.

Or they’ve left Sarge unattended and the Dark Age of the law isn't over because it was an omnipresent thing to begin with...

its ok, game. contrary to what you think, you did write Sarge’s backstory in a memorable enough way for me to remember it up until now.

Huh.

HUH.

So... the person involved in writing Ace Attorney Investigations... Has written a sequence in which we must burn evidence to prove a point, huh?

DONT YOU HINT AT ME, GAME

that solemn moment of reflection doesn’t include Phoenix cause he’s over behind his desk bawling his eyes out

“I’LL BE YOUR NEW PAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

actually Athena’s got a point. Her tragic backstory is much more similar to Sarge’s than Apollo’s. She can properly relate to losing one’s last family member in a horrific way.

S––

Well, considering her age, Cutesie Pan-up shot for Armie.

Apollo’s having serious Robin Newman flashbacks right about now

ahhhhhhhhhh. her mom was Russian. It all makes sense. Tbh just for now, forgetting everything else, this kind of does feel like an old case. I’m at peace... for now.

i guess it’s less of an orb and more of some kind of lantern then. Cause you can’t really burn a crystal

unless its

whitcrystal

hahah

hahahahahahahhaha

so far I'm ranking the cases from best to worst: Magical, This part of Revolution, Foreign, Rite and Storyteller.

sgsjgsjsjjs athena’s INTENSE LOOK OF HUNGER as Apollo burns the orb

“I wanna see me some sweet mama goddess”

damn shit thats her face

thats uh

ohhhh

oh i see. I was wondering what the ‘great power’ the orb could bestow upon people was, and now I realize that since it depicts her face, if someone knows her name, they could channel her. And since she's basically an actual goddess that would bestow some serious power.

not bad, not bad at all.

i know i highly dislike Kooraheen but i legit feel kinda blessed

“The issue is crystal clear”

*seals phoenix’s fate with a fucking pun*

dont keep saying “did we just win” before the verdict is handed down, you'll jinx it.

oh hey, blackmail. its like a perfect reenactment of Capcom getting Phoenix to sign onto this sequel.

Phoenix: According to the legend, once the founder returned... She would bestow spiritual power onto the person who solved the riddle.

Apollo: ...Y-youre kidding, right?!

[Apollo looks flummoxed, the gallery whispers. We cut back to Phoenix’s smirk, and then––”

???: Phoenix... Just give it up.

[Phoenix screams in shock. We pan back to Apollo......... Who now has D-Cup breasts and a very familiar face.]

/...i wish.

legit tho i cant believe he's trying to pull this. I'm cackling

this is the lawyeriest lawyer ploy ive ever seen

“What’s gotten into him?”

bad writing.

sdsgsdhjafhgj EVEN THE JUDGE IS CALLING BULLSHIT IM CRYI

(sigh) i guess we’re really gonna have to finish this, aren’t we. oh well. on we go! let’s forge ahead!

y’know i just remembered that Pearl appeared like, once in this. Was that her only part? I guess she just existed to remind us that Kurain village used to have girls in it.

noooooooo fuuuuuuuuuuck

i really hope the contradiction doesn’t require pressing because i aint sitting thru this fuck’s antics again.

it has rounded corners.

and its huge.

phoenix and apollo’s objections are too similar, i can never tell who’s screaming.

“There haven't been many murders there, I take it”

well........ not “many”

i love that Atishon pledges to banish murdeer from Kurain village and Apollo is all “yea good luck with that” like Murder is inevitable, even in a tiny village like Kurain.

Thats. kinda terrifying.

...though considering the way Kurain is...

i cant tell phoenix and apollo’s voices apart (sigh)

i never know whose objecting

Phoenix: my client couldn't have viewed the murder directly from where he said he was, but the fact remains that he had inside knowledge of said crime!

...phoenix, you’re just trying to help apollo along, right? you didnt seriously believe that that sounded positive to your case, instead of Shady as Fuck, right??

“You talk big, Mr. Justice, but do you have what it takes?”

he just finished telling Phoenix he was about to put what Phoenix taught him into practice. Phoenix should be swallowing a lump in his throat and trying not to cry of pride right now.

“that suitcase could be a weapon anyone could use!”

yeah... yeah! even someone in a wheelchair!! oh wait wrong case.

..........but we still have someone in a wheelchair

a 3D crimscene view

haven't seen that shit since AAAJ

‘THAT SHITSTAIN ON THE BOOK PROVES HE WAS HAVIN THE COFFEE SQUIRTS, CASE CLOSED BOYS”

sorry i just felt like being vulgar

“and there it is, the final excuse cornered killers are so fond of”

holy shit

i love apollo

phoenix shut up please, just shut up

let it end

let me rest

oh wait

ah here we go.

“hes a bright young politician with a future ahead of him, its in our nations best interests to avoid burdening him with the taint of scandal”

hey, uh Enshiro

ill never forgive you for putting those words in Phoenix Wright’s mouth

“Lawyer! Do something! Or a bad thing will happen to ‘her’!”

no? nobody else heard that incredibly obvious threat? nobodys gonna

“whats he talking about? well, i can ponder that later. for now...”

FUCK

YOU

DO YOU HAVE A BRAIN THAT IS CONNECTED TO YOUR FUCKING EARS?!

HOW THICK HEADED DO YOU HAVE TO FFUCKING BE TO NOT RECOGNIZE A GODDAMN THREAT WHEN YOU HEAR ONE YOU

YOU

YOU PUTRID PICKLED RED PEPPER?!?!??!?!

Athena: oh yeah i also heard Atishon making blatant threats at Phoenix but meh, phoenix made me pinky swear not to tell.

I’m not shitting a lung in fury, I’m just getting rid of an organ i dont need through the nearest available passage. I’m perfectly calm and not cursing this game, Eshiro and his entire team to the pits of their own stupid made up hell.

“I had no idea. This must’ve been excruciating for him.”

i wanted to write a sarcastic jingle but i had trouble coming up with rhymes, so the blunt bottom line is:

when you’re not good at writing, simply steal clever and impactful plots from previous iterations so that you’ll seem clever and exciting

i mean

nobody even remembers Farewell my Turnabout anymore, right????

what the fuck is his deal with being king

OH SHUT UP DURKE

GO FUCK YOURSELF

think youre gonna steal Franziska and Mia’s thunder????????????? no

you aren’t a fucking fraction of an inch as cool as either of them.

“he’s saved my neck so many times”

when

“where there’s a will, there’s a way”

how about where theres a whip, theres a better game?

“wait................... maybe we can summon the founder now that we can see her face??”

aww. you got there in the end, didnt you apollo.

...that doesnt automatically spare Maya’s life. Pearl is also a spirit medium. And i’m fairly certain there are other–– oh wait SOJ retconned that neverMIND

anyway, Atishon could still bump Maya off and then force Pearl to channel Mamma Kooraheen

OH MY GOD HE JUST BROUGHT UP PEARL

WHY PEOPLE ARE SO STUPID

WIMPERSON BROUGHT UP PEARL

THE IDIOT VILLAIN BROUGHT UP THE FLAW IN YOUR BRILLIANT PLAN

GSEGFISGUILSGIULSGUI;SRHG

“pearl wouldn't help you if anything happened to maya”

um. you morons think he’d politely ask her to help??? he's already kidnapped someone and threatened their death?? he and his founder aren't above torture or blackmail????????????

you FUCKING MORONS

why even bother resigning? just do what you did before and let him go to jail.

...this’d better just be a lead up to his breakdown animation

YOU COCKSUCKING FUCKSTAINS JUST END IT ALREADY

END IT END IT END IT EDN TI EDNEI HDFI HSRLG SIHFLIHIR HF;LIVHLSIRHIGHISRHOVGLORIH’WI’HSGOI’WSGZIHSI

“if only you'd been smart enough to kill the girl, too...”

wow

...what the fuck

well that was... interesting.

i cant even celebrate Phoenix congratulating Apollo, I'm just so tired

there are like 85 sarcastic remarks i could make but I'm just so exhausted

yay we got the orb

dootdootdoot dootdootdoot

even the judge doesnt want to have anything more to do with this.

im right there with ya judgey

“All I can say is, thats my boy!”

NO, YOU DONT GET TO CLAIM PARENTAL PRIDE OF THIS KID

HES NOT YOUR BOY

YOU BARELY RAISED HIM

GO HOME AND DO YOUR SHITTY COUP

“Still, its kinda nice to be appreciated”

if only you actually were, Apollo

yeah, thought so... ill bet they dont even channel her. cop out.

“tsk, thats no fun” indeed, trucy

i love how nobodys like “OK WHERE’S MAYA??? IS SHE OK???”

its fine her whereabouts are unknown and the last info on her was just that her life was in danger

pfffff

its alright, Armie has a place at the WAO

"i knew if i admitted i could walk, id have to leave the house”

uh honey newsflash: you can leave the house in a wheelchair too. I'm pretty sure your dad would let you stay inside anyway

christ how fucking corny can you get. I CAN WALK AGAIN. why dont we just have Tiny Tim in here throwing away his crutch and dancing a fucking jig

see, there we are. Maya’s still in danger you fuck wits.

and part one is over, folks! i am pooped. and furious.

till next time.

#sulking over SOJ #im so.... i #this fucking game good christ this fucking game

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playing mercy with fatigue harvested thoughts from another rough night i was too in my head/paying no attention in since i was elsewhere getting compromised/almost making some pleasurable love with outdoor flashy lights that had one earring runnin incredibly wild (dont lose it again). first time inna long time im showing up all alone. not all the way by myself, i came along with him, him, the overgrown nigga whos playing tracks they’re finding themselves uncontrollably moving towards. a few songs, a couple less wus good’s, im here searching for a special to cure this over the top exhaustion i shouldn't have been feeling so soon. is this how im suppose to feel cause damn gravity’s hittin pretty heavy. signs to take as find you the bombay equinox, nigga you dont even really like this joint anyway. making it inside, rudely not seeing the who that was around me once quietly stepping forward. first cup and im already politely letting go when our hands touched. hope the, “sorry i didnt see you, go head thats all you, i’ll make that next one” was alright. she smiles which i took as it was alright. departing away just as quickly as i entered. finding this back of mines hugging/putting in that strong work against a friendly empty space. watching them all closely atta afar. tonguing a memory of first day’s i couldnt get a single somebody to lemme take a seat with em. biting my lip once i started realizing its now “do you know if ivy’s gonna make it”. biting down even harder cause the answers are probably sum like who knows when it comes to that nigga.. unfazed and defenseless by this muck of an imagination im touring through. wondering how much time had passed before i heard the question thrown in a room full madness. a calm “what do you want?” that violently spun chills throughout my core.. covering my face with my beaten bruised left. pressured dark palm of mines answering i want to leave here. but damn that was minutes ago n’ im still in that same empty space doing courses through my hair with these fingertips. placing a curious focus on the ceiling. my body strangely maybe appearing to be in waits for someone to comfortably grab,tug, pull on me with some urgency. always been in belief i was lost. ive been having dreams lately of a someone/something finding me witta genuine approach of theres this place im suppose to be. a place unbothered thats filled witta feel only i or we could understand (fuck).. im wondering off too much, guess im again in another place i've spent too much time caressing. stealing another sip of this sweet that sleeps within the bottom of the plastic cup. a taste no where close to that stay on your mind fountain you can find between carefully soft places she may called her private flower.. swaying to sound that was more than right to keep me a moment longer. started smiling to myself to some unpure idea i cant remember, but was deep enough i almost had dropped this almost emptied cup. starting to think i had too much, im feeling this touch around the arm that wasnt one from me. looking down to realize what was standing patiently in front for me to notice. braver around five’six asking the surface question of if im really enjoying this song. the color close to red that’d probably shown on my face if it wasnt for the dark pigment. it was more the simple record, i tend to take myself to other/nevermind unable to reply to whats she was asking from the green eyes and light mixed tribe skin that were nicely distracting. i was thinkin how long were you rite there, understanding later she had been watching since that bitter tropical drake song. if i payed more attention her eyes was making conversation when we both grabbed that same cup back then in that one room (buggin). innocent stalking from across the way. her friends, a few girls all pretending to not watch what could be talked upon inna later group text. time now passing from shared schools we both attend, and the fact she’s a nurse fora hospital i just happen to be born in. she doesnt do parties, this was a rare monday night cleanse. venue shows hosting small artist on the weekends her only real pleasure beside reading books from favorite chefs. she’s has an older sister who was also one of four watching. she wasnt as thick as the younger sister, or im meant close to me as her little sister, but i could easily see this family resemblance. “ivy what do you like to do?”, shit bashful thinking, jumping fences, getting a thick ass to sit up on it in reverse positions (my drinks almost completed, fuck). redness on her face before the “omg, ivyyyy seriously?” that had me thinking bout my recent ended relation.. i get it, i really get it, the last letter was y’ and like my ex always into dropping unnessecary questions before the panties, i can clearly see you will maybe be no different with the curiosity. eyes again prowling since theres a new expression on her face. they're waiting again for something to happen and god the darker me’s saying you know what you are make her overwhelmed by those few letters.. put in the action to get them all wet through a “thats what i need” universal connection. a mouthful with these hands, theres a reason for this attire. my types foever been the book girl in the small dark sundress (i fucks with the outfit). her lips moving, im thinking more than listening about her face in the dirties ways cause she had the nerve to come up to me without even knowing my name.. a gentle night to free the mind, she probably believes im smiling to whatever she's saying, but im afraid this precious lily doesnt gotta grasped on how rocky im tending to make this wave she’s provoking become. small talk and niggas who get the urge to touch whats mines/she was mines (chill save that for later), is some shit i cant put up it. crossroads with these building emotions that are taking over. i wanna aggressively choke you even if i just met you. telling myself lightly grab her throat n’ ask what was it you really desired from me. fuck the disguise, speak the truth, lemme know if theres an outcome to this night that i could give you what would it be.. romantics along paradise cove before the sun rises, or would you prefer getting bent in local parking lot, where your face was only kissing me/rear seat. ive been such a good nigga and this bitch got me feelin tempted. ima sick bastard unable to focus and i know she sees it. a working nurse huh?, well place the stitching near this wound around my heart. show me how precise those hands of yours really are. me and my ex never got the chance to play that part, i mean we did alotta things that if i told you, you probably take off and leave me (doubtful). she grabs my arm again, the shit to obviously bring that tragic back. asks that irritating line of “gimme you instagram”.. take a second and straight up say iight, but imma head out for minute (never came back, crashed near the water. had to uber to the homies to find the homie had tried to get with the other sister in the past, legendary)

#who is this girl in the picture #you have a girlfriend #nah but im getting kinda bored now i gotta dipp #missin her

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> Sky + Sun : Meet

SUN: The city was beautiful in is own way, but very alien. A city of children, though some were on the cusp of adulthood, still so young it would be another hundred years before their voices would be heard at court, amoung his people.

The prince had thin leather gloves covering his hands, and an invisible shadow as he wandered amoung them, and found the one place within this place of metal and glass that felt like home to him.

He could sense the dryads watching him, and called softly to the ladies, settling on a bench near a cluster of the trees to allow them to approach at their own pace, and speak with them in a soft voice about how they had been treated, here, lost in this strange place that had sprung up and overwhelmed their trees.

They were sleepy, drowsy beings, their trees dormant, but they were excited to show him little panes of glass that displayed words and pictures, that they could touch and interact with, and one excited girl twirled around in a dress she had drawn on her tablet and the city had made for her- he was curious about the fabric, light but extremely durable and soft.

They had much to speak on.

SKY: The conversation had been going on for some time, by the time he arrived. He could have (and possibly should have) taken public transport, but tonight it pleased him to walk through the place he had designed, and the people that had come to fill it. A dark-skinned straight-haired human of reasonable height came into view, walking slowly, and heading towards another bench.

He wore blue-on-black brocade, the designs simple, angular, and faint. It was sleeveless, as was his tendency, and could have been a flightsuit if it was marginally less fitted, less fine in quality. The Skysmith's arrival was uneventful, and could easily go unnoticed. He sat quietly, for some time, observing the park and its denizens, his attention apparently focused on a few stray tree rodents and sea birds.

SUN: He paid the dark skinned human no mind at first, talking with the tree spirits, although the shadow that guarded him did, studying the adult human, set apart in this place by height and age, and how close he was to her charge.

The ladies flirted with their prince and more than one was bold enough to steal playful kisses from him as they slowly flittered off back to their trees, they were very tired, and the sun only did so much for them at this time of the year, although a month ago the might not have woken for him at all.

He stayed on the bench for a moment after the last girl stayed- some greater amount of time, as she was showing off a small automiton she'd programmed in their language of magic, but eventually also returned to her tree.

The prince stretched and rolled his shoulders a little.

SKY: As the last dryad left, he let his attention turn to watch her go. If he received a glance, he would bow his head in aknowledgement, but stay quiet as he turned his eyes to the prince. The quiet god watched the prince from behind dark glasses, and considered whether or not to approach.

SKY: In time, his decision made, he stood and gently approached, body language inoffensive. If noticed, he inclined his head again, asking softly, "May I join you?"

SUN: The prince's shoulders stiffened and he looked at the dark human who had been lurking nearby. He relaxed a little as an invisible hand squeezed his shoulder and smiled pleasantly. "Of course, what can I do for you?"

SKY: "Conversation, of no necessarily diplomatic import." He slowly sat, at the far end of the bench, then turned just enough to offer a hand to shake. He didn't seem to emote a lot. At all. ".. I am the Skysmith Zahhak."

SUN: "Ah." His voice was soft and he took the hand. "Prince Sunfall. I wasn't expecting to meet you, after your letter and the later clarifications of its content."

SKY: "Not in any official context." The shake was firm but gentle, and not competetive. "I trust Twoblade completely, in that respect."

SUN: "Let me extend our apologies" His voice remained quiet, a conversation for just the two of them, handshake neutral. "For my father's decision to take your son, because the Church took his."

SKY: After a moment, th human nodded slightly again, and returned his attention to a seabird that was preening itself.

SKY: "I hope that your stay here is to your liking."

SUN: "I have only one complaint about the embassy and I expect you already know what it is- it is other wise lovely. .. Your city is very alien to me, but also lovely in its way." He told him, observing the interesting bird.

SKY: He nodded in return, unruffled. "The balcony and a small area just inside it should be free of that influence for your private use, and the field effects mind-altering effects available to our people equally if that is any comfort."

SUN: "But not other magics." He noted. "Which means any effects used to impress have a physical source."

SKY: The Skysmith inclined his head again, in confirmation.

SUN: That could be interesting, it put light play back into the roster, even if straight glamour was out. He considered the bird and chirped at it, an actual bird sound. ".. Your little automatons cook very well."

SKY: The chirp was an interesting noise, quietly noted away. The seabird glanced up, considered the prince for a moment, then made a horrific squawking noise in greeting before getting back to its preening.

"Thank you. It was interesting to teach them to do so without any sense of taste and minimal touch."

SKY: "Most of their functions are a.. puzzle, I have enjoyed solving."

SUN: "Our cooking relies heavily on our magics for more than basic sustinance, I think." He smiled at the bird, what a good bird. He was sorry he had no tastey fish to give it.

"East-wind-through-the-leaves-at-dawn was telling me about the magical language you use to talk to them and teach them to do things."

SKY: "Ours relies on spices and sweeteners, when it bothers to be more than sustinance. I would not mind sharing a recipe, if it interested you." A moment passed. "... She has done very well in her studies, and I am proud of her progress."

".. I believe they deserved an explanation of what my creations are and why they carry out their tasks in the way they do. It is a mechanical art, distinct from magic, but the behavior was my primary goal to teach."

"Now that a few, like her, have completed that course of study.. I am considering crafting additional lesson sets that would fill in the gaps, and enable them to construct their own without my influence."

SUN: "You're very generous with their education" He murmured. "None of them will venture underhill, unless the circumstance is extreme, it takes them too far from their trees, so they're somewhat cut off from the rest of the court." He contemplated the big proud trees in the park. "I'm certain they would enjoy more of your teaching."

SKY: "..I am... familiar with and sympathetic to the isolated. In my eyes, they are bystanders, and those of them that happen to have fallen within city borders are welcome to the advantages of the city, to replace the advantages of the forest no longer within reach."

SUN: "We are very grateful to you." He inclinde his head to him quietly. "There aren't that many who would be so generous, I think."

SKY: "... Hospitality is important to me, as is the welfare of anyone under my protection."

SUN: "Hospitality is sacred." He murmured.

SKY: Equius bowed his head, in agreement, letting his elbows rest on his knees. "... I agree, and the city is for all those who take shelter in it. ... If there is anything I can do to ease your stay, aside from diplomatically relevant concerns, or altering the field that prevents you, Arlequin, or anyone else from touching the minds of anyone who happens to be inside that tower, please inform me."

SUN: He was quiet a moment, considering that, then spoke slowly. "You seemed far too angry with us, for such courtesies."

SKY: "What I most respect and admire about Twoblade is his ability to utilize exactly the amount of force appropriate to a situation, and maintain a reputation for doing so. Never more, and never less. I .. personally tend to err to one direction or the other."

He was quiet a few moments, still considering the bird. The next few words to come out of him, while still soft, held not a single trace of doubt or hesitation. "I support him fully in this, regardless the nature of his path."

SUN: "He is the person who is in charge of relations now. I should hope so." He murmured. "It's more surprising that my father has put as much faith in me, at my age." A little vulnerability showing, lets see how he reacts to the implication that the prince is young and young to his position.

SKY: "Lifespans vary significantly, among trolls and humans. Would it be rude to ask approximately how long most of your species live, and how long it takes to mature?"

SUN: He looked up at him. "Sidhe are immortal, although some may be killed. Our children are very rare, and I have only seen a hundred cycles around the sun."

SKY: He nodded again. "It does not seem an unreasonable age for a skilled man, by .. older troll standards. ... Mortal humans rarely live as long as you have, however. It is the same with the warmer-hued trolls. As a blue troll, I lived several thousand local sun-cycles."

SUN: "Do they not?" He asked softly. "Some of the lesser fae have shortened live spans as well.."

SKY: "It is difficult to decide when someone is ready for what responsibilities, when the differences seem so vast. ... I am glad to have you here, representing your people."

SUN: A soft sound that would be amusement if it didnt have a bitter edge do it. "I am glad as well, that I am able to take up these duties."

SKY: The human at his side nodded again, letting his hands fold together and considering the loosely interlinked fingers. They were calloused from work, the large blunt instruments by which he'd arranged the creation of everything around them.

"It is difficult to know what will lead to the least harm in the end."

SUN: He looked at him thoughtfully for a long moment. "If I do my job correctly there are few wrong paths."

SKY: Again, he nodded slightly. After a few more beats, "I apologize that my choices have led us here, and hope that you have more success than I."

SUN: He snorted a soft sound at that. "Twoblade is respectful and easy to work with. There is only one portion of my circumstance that I've any problem with and none of your choices have anything to do with that."

SKY: The Skysmith considered his decision to not even Try to get Arlequin under control years ago, before finally allowing himself to nod. "Success and peace are my priority, and I believe your combined hands are best suited."

SUN: The prince considered the bird. "...I was very distressed when I saw Caesurae assaulted. I owe him a debt."

SKY: The Skysmith finally leaned back, letting his hands rest in his lap again. "You have my sympathies. While I have no direct contact with the incident, I understand it is a... complex, situation, between him and an individual he has many cycles of history with."

SUN: A moment of quiet. "Is this the rivalry-based romance I have been told of?"

SKY: The Skysmith visibly considered it, for several seconds.

SKY: "... I do not have enough information to guess, I am afraid. I do know that they are attempting to be friends despite the incident, so it is at least not a case of mortal enmity."

SUN: He hummed and let another moment pass. "I have seen the confections with the writing on them. Do you know how I might go about sending one to Caesurae which reads 'I'm glad you aren't dead'?"

SKY: The Skysmith paused visibly, then smiled down at his hands for a moment, amused. "... There are several bakers within the city, and it would not be difficult to arrange such a tasteful gesture, for either you or for me if you would like."

"If you give an item to a robot, and tell it to give that object to Caesurae, it will attempt to deliver it for you. Most individuals of the city can be corresponded with in this way. The robots also can be used to lead one to named locations, somewhat akin to mute pages."

SKY: "... It can of course be somewhat difficult to differentiate between the members of the Captor line."

SUN: "I would be grateful to you if you would arrange this thing for me. I shall remember that about the autonomous servants. -I confess I do not know all of the names of the different Captors, or how many there are. There is Twoblade, and the Quiet Polite One Who Throws People Off Roofs, and The Extremely Frightening One With The Blue Eye Who Rules."

SKY: The descriptions made him smile softly again. "..There is Twoblade, also known as the Psiionic. There is the Psiionic with no other title, who is quiet and polite and throws people from rooftops, who is the Artifex's ancestor. There is the Artifex who rules, with one blue eye and one white. There is Derse Captor, whose first name is also a reference to a location that no longer exists, who has one red eye and one white and is the other half of the Artifex. Then there is Pal, recently titled the Paladin, who is the descendant of Twoblade."

"The Artifex is my kismesis, the rivalry romance, although we are very cordial about it. ... Our.... biological... arrangements, do not closely match yours, but I would describe Derse, Artifex, and Pal as brothers. The quiet polite Psiionic has two sons, Derse and Artifex, and Twoblade has one, Pal."

SUN: "Yet Artifex rules and not his father?" He questioned him,"and why did you describe his brother as his other half? Why is the Palidin a brother when his father is Twoblade and not the quiet one?"

SKY: "The Artifex earned his position personally, rather than via inheritance. He is the one that we all could agree to follow." ...and then, a short, audible, visible hesitation, while he chose his words. "... The answers to the other questions will take longer than you might suspect. Is that alright?"

SUN: He frown thoughtfully at the explanation and nodded slowly, but the question had him raising his eyebrow. Well. That had the ring of something positively titillating about it. He supressed the eager little smile that tried to form and pursed his lips as if considering some small inconvenience. "I suppose so."

SKY: "... The Underhill of your people is in another realm of being from the physical world. The realm of the dead and dreaming is in yet another. ..but there are other realms, further yet -- and most of the ones I know of are echoes of one another."

"There may be a realm out there where your peoples' war against the church was successful. There are many, where this world was never created -- or where it was created, but one or more of the races is absent. Or where different men and women rule in different ways. There are realms with many gods, or none -- and men with enough information can make their way between these worlds."

SKY: ".. Twoblade and Pal are not from here, but they have been welcomed into the city. They are from a realm where our gods failed their tests, and this world was never made."

SKY: "Twoblade and the other Psiionic are echoes of one another. Each is the other's Alternate Self -- or Alternate."

SUN: He steepled his fingers together and turned the information over in his mind, eyes drifting around the winter grey landscape, idly taking in the way the sun filtered through the sindly leafless twigs and limbs of the trees, and the mulch on the ground that the birds picked and rattled through for the bugs hiding beneath. This small piece of forest, too well kept, too tamed. "Twoblade is a god." He suggested, mildly. It was almost a question.

SKY: The dryads had managed to keep this park at least slightly wild, here and there, though it faded noticeably towards order the further from any of their trees it went. Compromises had been asked for, but the tree grooming and feeding and pampering robots had been told to answer to the dryads a while back. They would have autonomy, within reason, and the robots were basically a new member of the ecology to adapt to at this point.

"Yes," answered the soft voice. "Most of those whose hands open the castle gates have the capacity to become one, whether they have ascended yet or not. ... Ascension is also not directly tied to passing or failing the ordeal that creates a universe. Participation can be enough."

SUN: He was learning a good deal tonight, he soaked in the information, thoughtfully. "But the quiet one, who is also he, is not a god, or so I had thought?" Figuring out who and who is not a god seemed important. "You are all demigods?"

SKY: There were advantages, to talking to the god of secrets. "Not yet," he confirmed. "... You are correct. Although occasionally some of us invite mortal friends from other worlds, where things are .. Different."

"... There should be two members each, of sixteen bloodlines, once all of us have arrived. ... Some, however, are already permanently deceased or will be killed on sight," he noted softly. "...and the Captors are ... over-achievers." It had the delicate bite of a man diplomatically judging someone they were very close to.

SKY: "We live one or more normal, mortal lives in a normal world, are then taken to a strange place to learn of our true nature and perform various tasks and undergo tests of our worth, and if we are sufficiently successful, a new realm is created. Those of us displaying particular luck, or skill with our powers, ascend. The rest do not. .. and the details and rules vary, in every realm where this occurs."

SUN: "We had noticed that your son does not take the same appearance as you." He murmured while he took the information and picked at it in his own mind, filing it away. This strange realm of gods which had sprung up so suddenly and pushed the forest back needed to be understood.

SKY: The Skysmith rubbed one thumb across the back of the other, thinking quietly for a few seconds. ".. I chose a new form, to help this life differentiate from my first. Would you like to see my original likeness?"

SUN: To say he was familiar with the concept of a fluid form was a small understatement, he gave him a look of interest and curiousity. "If you would share it with me."

SKY: The Skysmith glanced at his hands, let himself blink, and then a very, very tall Blueblooded troll, dressed exactly the same as before, was sitting where a tallish human had been. His horns matched Darkleer's exactly, he had very straight hair that went to his chin, and he bore the Skysmith's scars. Otherwise, the resemblance was a bit uncanny. After a moment, a grey face turned, blue on gold eyes glancing to meet the prince's.

SKY: "I could not speculate on Darkleer's reasons for spending part of his time in the form of a hooved beast, beyond a sincere respect for them. It is a curious commonality, to me."

SUN: The prince murmured. "You have granted me a boon and I would repay it forthwith in kind. Would you like to know why it is we object so strongly to the church's hunting practices, lord Skysmith?" He had to look Up and that was a wonder, The trolls did grow tall. He wondered if Firebug would be the most comfortable amoung them. It was a pity he was so low ranked.

SKY: "...I would, thank you." A head tilted slightly more, and after a few more seconds, the Skysmith was a more conversational height once again.

SUN: The prince moved with a fluid grace that looked so effortless he must have practiced it a thousand times. He gave a small bow to the Sky smith. If you watched closely enough, could catch details fast enough, you could see his form flow into the next, but a blink goes by and hes a frankly enormous stag deer, white as snow with large branching antlers. He pawed at the ground and bowed his head to the human.

SKY: The nod was understanding, but the Skysmith took a moment to actually admire the form, eyes thoughtful and curious. ".. You are a magnificent example," he admitted after a bit.

"Is it an inherent respect for the mundane members of the animal population, or a concern of misidentification, or both?"

SUN: He tossed his head and seemed to preen and prance a little at the praise, before he twisted his shape back into that of a Sidhe, and settled back down beside him on the bench. "The last two are more true than the first, although it depends upon the fae you ask, and all can agree on the second."

SKY: The Skysmith nodded. ".. I would be inclined to call both concerns reasonable, but I know that most of the people of the city prefer some meat in their diet, even if I find it worthwhile to avoid."

".. May I share that concern with Twoblade, or suggest that you do so yourself? While I am certain there are solutions, they are likely to take debate and cooperation. I /do/ know that, if hunting for sustenance is the goal, the hunters would stop if alerted to the fact that their quarry was a person."

SUN: He spread his hands, palms up. "..and of the silent stalkers who spring upon their prey unawares, or those who shoot from the trees? At first it was a matter as always that if one of us were caught that way we may deserve it for being undiligent, the children were not skilled hunters though they have gotten better over the cycles, and are easily avoided at their task- The priest, however. is. Not all of us delight at leading hunters on a chase then loosing them, and the game became much more dangerous very quickly." Brown eyes met blue. "If you would speak to him, so it would not seem as if I were making demands, I would find that appreciable."

SKY: "I would be happy to broach the topic as a subject for later consideration between yourself and Twoblade, although I think you will find the diplomatic process easier if you find ways to explain such concerns. I do not think that mentioning them qualifies as a demand -- it is useful information, whose exchange is beneficial to both parties, and your people are as strange to ours as ours must seem to you."

Blue eyes looked up at brown. "We wish to be decent neighbors, and I believe that openness is of value. I believe even Arlequin would understand the concern about misidentification, if it were explained to him."

SKY: After a moment, he glanced away. "... I apologize. I will mention it to Twoblade, certainly."

SUN: Now his expression became puzzled and studying. "-I am uncertain what has prompted the apology?"

SKY: "Hrm. ...Arlequin is a potentially difficult subject. Was I right to mention him?"

SUN: He pursed his lips and then spoke - carefully. "I am not convinced that the Priest would care what he was hunting and eating. However your suggestion that I speak to Twoblade myself is not untoward."

SKY: The skysmith considered that for a while, then nodded again. "Thank you. I believe the discussion will be fruitful regardless."

SUN: "Perhaps. We shall see." He leaned back against the bench. "Why did you seek me out?"

SKY: "In part, I must admit a personal curiosity with a figure of interest. My only excuse is to establish and reassure of my hospitality, however. ....given my... ...Frustrations, at the moment, it seemed worthy of comment."

SUN: "I am grateful that however angry you are with us, your hospitality remains." He murmured.

SKY: "Hospitality, as you say, is sacred. ...I believe I enjoy that phrasing, and appreciate your introduction of it."

SUN: That got a smile from him. "I'm glad you enjoy it. - The language of the autonatons, is that difficult to learn?"

SKY: The Skysmith started to open his mouth to speak, then hesitated, and actually Thought about it for a few moments. ".. I would caution you that finding the way to state a particular directive is much more like a puzzle, than a language, but.. Yes, I believe anyone with the dedication to continue applying themselves to it can become very fluent."

"It is the art of stating your intentions very, very, /very/ clearly, as they do exactly and only what they are told." He glanced up at Sunfall. "If you would like, I could arrange to have one of the fae-suitable tablets sent to you. It would allow you to communicate with the majority of the dryads of the city remotely, and a selection of the city's young population as well."

"It also happens to contain the training game I designed. Any who complete its final puzzles successfully, I reward with a small automaton of their own design, that they can command as they see fit."

SUN: That was what he was hoping for, and he smiled at Skysmith as the offer was made. "I would enjoy learning- is there anything you would ask of me in kind?" He asked the powerful god of this city. Debts must be kept balanced but if he dismissed it as already even all well to the good then.

SKY: "There are currently very few full practitioners of this art. If I wish to discuss it with peers, it behooves me to share it until there are more." He smiled at the private pun that would almost certainly go unnoticed.

"Many of our own people find that the technical arts do not suit their temperament, but I greatly enjoy speaking with those who do. ..No, I ask nothing in return." A short pause for thought, then he tilted his head slightly. "..I should most likely mention that these devices are the primary method by which the people of the city stay in communication with one another -- and with other realms. To avoid confusion, I have restricted the dryads' tablets to communication with people in this universe only."

SKY: "..Universe being our term for this world and its realm of the dead, as opposed to any echoes thereof."

SUN: Now he is curious. " Why is the realm of the dead included with this realm within the broader term?" He noted that underhill did not seem to fall under the same terms, interesting. "-Do you speak to many, in other realms through your devises?"

SKY: "Other realms have their own lands of the dead -- or none at all. The Artifex created one, to be sure this place would have one. ... I would also qualify Underhill as most likely being a part of this universe, if it does not have contact with other worlds, although it does not contain the.. Beacon, of sorts, necessary to enable these devices to speak to one another."

"..I must admit, the majority of my interactions are with people in other universes, via these devices. Perhaps when the children of the city are older, that will begin to change."

SUN: He tapped his fingers together thoughtfully. "Would you perhaps speak to me o this ..beacon?" It seemed a rather short reply for all the information that he'd been given but he was still turning that over in his mind and prodding at it a little.

SKY: A moment of thought, before he began to speak. ".. Imagine a massive forest, with towers here and there tall enough to be seen above the trees. At the top of these towers are signal fires. A person at the base of one tower can shout up to those manning it, who can use the fires to display his message for all the other towers to see, and share with those at their base. These towers are a relay, and that is the function of the tablets. ...But, if a mountain range bars one section of forest from another, those towers on opposite sides of the barrier cannot relay to one another -- their sight is blocked."

SKY: "..Unless, one places a relay atop the mountain."

SKY: "That relay would necessarily be larger, perhaps specially designed to be visible from much further away. But.."

SUN: He listened, quietly absorbing the information with a slight thoughtful frown of consontration. His fingers tapped together. "And others might intercept these conversations between the relays were they to know what their signals meant?" He asked mildly.

SKY: "Yes, easily. These communications are put into a code before being sent, and the destination device decodes it automatically for its user, to avoid third parties being able to listen in. ...Still, if one knows the code, particularly if they were the one to select it ..." He shrugged apologetically. "..I would view that breach of privacy as equivalent to opening the door of another's sleeping room without permission."

SKY: "It is best to ensure one has methods to speak that one can trust. This is ours."

SKY: ".. There are /ways/ to secure it against outside interference, but I believe it would be solar cycles before any of your people had advanced sufficiently in this art to have a chance at doing so against myself or the Artifex."

SUN: He hummed a soft sound, tapping his fingers together rythmically as he considered the information. "So you would never wish to have private conversations using it." He murmured. "Although we could learn."

SKY: "I would never wish to have an important, private conversation using a device supplied by someone other than myself," he confirmed.

SKY: "Most methods of communication can be intercepted, from letters to messengers. This is no different."

SUN: His expression cleared up a little and he nodded thoughtfully. "I would like to learn about them and their use and see if it might be something my people would enjoy, although the final decision on such a thing would rest outside of myself."

SKY: "Of course. Communication technology is one of the more significant conveniences we enjoy -- particularly when it is used to remotely reference media. There are libraries worth of information stored at various sites within the city, accessible solely via devices like this."

SUN: "..And you can access it all from a single device? Without need to search manually for the script?" He asked, eyebrows raising

SKY: "It is a convenience," he nodded.

SUN: "It does seem as if it would be, how does the device veiw the manuscripts?" he tilted his head.

SKY: "They are sent in the same fashion as anything that goes from device to device -- a network of information we refer to as the internet." He searched the air in front of him briefly, before uncaptchaloguing a large, very blunt, remarkably sturdy-looking laptop, which he placed across his knees. Time to power it up, since it was a computer that could be looked at by multiple people -- one of the disadvantages of glasses-computers.

"We refer to these devices as Computers. Originally, they were used exclusively to compute complex mathematical problems. In time, increasingly clever uses for inter-connected information machines were discovered."

SUN: He looked interested, leaning forward to peer at the screen of the laptop where the moving icons and words flashed. "But how do the books get into the computer?"

SKY: "Many of ours are originally written in a computer form, and physical copies can be printed on request by machines. The volumes produced this way are plain, but serviceable. When a text was originally written on paper, it can be turned into a computer one by .."

He pursed his lips, hands stilling against the keyboard while he thought about it. "... The same technology that allows the robots to see their surroundings. A robotic eye looks at the page, and takes a still image of it. These images are combined into a single unit, and can be viewed in order."

SKY: He resumed moving, searching the computer for something. In time, with a bit of deliberation, he chose a schoolfeeding text about poetry, and opened it up. It was lightly illustrated, with simple line drawings here and there. He scrolled slowly.

SUN: "They caste illusions." he noted. "..This is all painted with light. - The pictogram of the arrow moves when you touch the black square" he observed shifting his focus between how the artifact was used and what it was displaying for him.

SKY: He considered the first part for a moment, nodding slightly at the second. "This computer is controlled by the black square and the keyboard --" He opened up a text file, put his cursor in it, and wrote 'Like this.' He typed as he spoke, unquirked, the text quickly filling in.

"This arrangement is more optimised for quickly inputting text. In the tablet form, one uses a touch-screen, to move the arrow manually with a finger. It is better for gestures, drawing, and introductory purposes -- and those with more graceful hands than mine."

SKY: "The display produces light, in patterns, to fool the eye into seeing pictures. There are various new forms of media made possible by this."

SUN: He murmured softly. "The hands that built this city are as clever and graceful as any, and moreso than most, no matter what this box of light may hold. It seems indeed that it is an artists tool, though, to paint with light and write without need of ink and brushes and parchment."

SKY: Cheeks colored slightly, and he cleared his throat a moment. ".. Clever, yes. I occasionally forget my strength however. Better I damage something more simply replaced than the screen."

How even was a man supposed to take a compliment? Obviously, by focusing completely on the rest of the sentence and hoping it went away. "-- It is well suited for art, yes. I thought the dryads would enjoy having that capacity available." He closed the text file and the educational document, opening instead a piece of 3D modeling software. It happened to be viewing the chassis for one of the city robots, and he turned the view of that robot slowly, before creating a new file and starting to add shapes together and mould the blob on screen like clay, into a loose smiling face.

SKY: Once it was made, he would turn the face blob slowly as well.

SKY: ...And move the lighting around. Paint swaths of color across it. Zoom in and out and move it around.

SUN: The prince hummed and held up a hand, he mimiced the process in light, sculpting a small dancer on his palm then letting her dance around for the entertainment of him and the god who sat beside him. "Do you often break things that way?"

SKY: Sky considered the dancer, appreciating the artistry, then opened up a browser and started searching on youtube for something.

"...On occasion," he admitted. "When I was young, it was significantly more frequent. I have gained practice, both in being gentler, and ensuring my belongings are sufficient to the task."

SUN: "Would you consider it rude, were I to ask you how strong you are?" He tilted his head at the 'human' thoughtfully.

SKY: "I would not. It is.." A moment of thought, pausing to purse his lips. "... My bloodline is unique, in their physical strength. I know of no material I cannot bend or break, most without effort."

SKY: "Those that do take effort to damage are very interesting to me."

SUN: That was a valuable piece of information, he tucked it away as a note for future gifts. Hes certain the dwarves can come up with something. "There are some fae of enormous strength, but that does indeed sound like something from the realm of gods and demigods."

SKY: The Skysmith cleared his throat softly again, glancing down at the keyboard. It really was terrible that he flustered easily over such tiny, tiny things. "... Perhaps."

He decided to press play on the video ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wz_f9B4pPtg ) he'd found, the volume reasonably soft but audible just below speaking volume. "It remains somewhat odd to think about and adapt to. While I am doing my best to be responsible, the transition is...recent."

SUN: He perked up visibly at the music and stared raptly at the moving image of the dancer on the screen. "Ice and fire- she is beautiful, who is she? How are you doing this? Where is the music coming from? Is it like to a music box?"

SKY: ..Hm. That sounded like a stronger response than expected. "She is a woman whose performance was done in front of a camera -- a robotic set of eyes and ears. The caption claims her name is or was Nina Kaptsova, and I believe is in a different universe. The performance, sight and sound, has been recorded -- as in a painting, or a music box, combined."

SKY: "The computers have parts to emit sound, as well as light."

SUN: "Can it play other things, or only this one?" He was looking at the computer this way and that now, trying to figure out how the sound was created.

SKY: "Anything that has been recorded, that is sent to it, it can play."

SUN: "How is it doing that?" He kept his hands to himself although he really wanted to take it apart now.

SKY: "The sound production?"

SUN: "Yes"

SKY: It took him another minute or so of thought. ".. When the string of an instrument vibrates, it pushes against the air. Likewise, when air goes through a reed or brass instrument, the way it ...pushes, and echoes, against the objects around it controls the sound that we hear. Sound is, essentially, the movement of air."

".. We have studied exactly which vibrations in air produce which sounds. We have recorded them. Inside this device, there is a small cone of flexible material, that vibrates and twitches exactly as it is told, to mimic the vibrations that have been recorded."

SUN: He paid rapt attention, listening and nodding as the way it produced sound was explained to him- this didnt sound much different from how a music box worked, to him, just much more complex. The medium was vibration not a small instrument, which explained the complexity- he wondered, knowing this, if he could teach himself to produce sounds with his magics.. "That makes some amount of sense- how is it you measure the vibrations?"

SKY: ..Next link. ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E7p_Dlvymuo ) "A device called a microphone is employed. It contains a very fragile diaphragm, which is pushed perceptibly by minute air movements. The amount of displacement, speed, frequency, and so on, are measured and the information stored. ...Quite quickly. For perhaps obvious reasons, some amount of study has gone into ensuring maximal audio quality."

SUN: He was captivated for a moment, watching the video and listening to the explination before- "I'm certain that is not a real horse."

SKY: "You may notice that the view cuts quickly from one perspective to another. Typically, when shifting between ..accurate video, and enhanced video, it is likely to occur at one of those cut points. I strongly suspect that this is a combination of actual video of a trained horse, and slowed down and adjusted video. Notice also how seldom the horse is doing anything complex while there is a lady in view at the same time? They could easily have worked for hours to acquire all of the pieces of video needed to stitch together this performance -- a trainer and the horse alone for much of it, the ladies alone for other parts, and just enough video of them together for it to be difficult to tell."

"Videos can be accurate retellings of events -- or, they can be altered. How convincing any such alterations are depends highly on the skill of the one performing such changes. As in this case, where the creature's movements flow nicely, but are clearly rather staged."

SKY: ".. Would you like to view either of these performances again, to review?"

SUN: "It seems like an artistry in of itself, piecing together the recorded illusions to make new ones." He mused. "Will I be able to play videos and music?"

SKY: "It can be, to those that find it fulfilling to do so. --Yes, of course."

SKY: "And to record them if you see fit."

SUN: "What I should really like to do" He mused. "Is find a way to use the recording apperatous with my magicks.."

SKY: The notion actually made the Skysmith smile. "That sounds like a fruitful endeavor. Any time that you would like to collaborate to attempt to unite the arts of your people and mine, I would be interested to discuss it."

SUN: That brought a smile brighter than his polite face up and he turned it on the god. "I would enjoy that a great deal, and look forward to it."

SKY: "Welcome to the city, Prince Sunfall," The god smiled back. "..So do I."

SUN: He put a hand over his heart and did a little half bow seated. "Thank you."

SKY: The god inclined his upper torso slightly, then rested his hands on his knees as he started to stand. "..I suppose I should not take up more of your day. I will see to what we have discussed, shortly."

SUN: He stood as well, because that was the polite thing to do. "It was a pleasure speaking with you."

SKY: "A mutual one. Thank you for your time." One last bow, and Sky clasped his hands gently behind himself, starting to head towards the nearest walkway. One leg was slightly stiff, but his pace was otherwise even.

SUN: He observed the way he walked and filed it away in his mind with the other information he'd gathered today. He was glad he decided to take this walk, he'd learned a great deal.

SKY: (( equius will send the prince a tablet that has access to the local internet (but not cross-universe stuff), that has a handwritten list of basic instructions, and in-universe-trollian-contacts for Sky and Twoblade preset. He'll wait to do it until after he's had the chance to briefly talk with twoblade probably )) SKY: (( he'll send cae the 'glad you're not dead' cake, which I'll handle on cae soonish )) SUN: ((excellent, hes going to spend a lot of time on that program to teach programming, and in the library)) SKY: (( it's worth noting that the media reserves / internet / library-ish things sky was talking about are not tied to rose's library -- last I heard hers was off in the woods somewhere and I have no information about / contact with it )) SKY: (( it is simple city library kind of stuff, not Grand Library Of All Knowledge (tm) stuff )) SUN: ((thumbs up))

#ooc eyes only #re:Surrection #Prince Sunfall #hon mention : various #To include all Re:s Captors and Cae and Arlequin

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JANE: -Guess who's in the kitchen again? It's this gal. She's been occupying much of her time this way; it's largely to burn off anxious energy in waiting for the fated crew to arrive, but also because she just can't stand boring meals day after day.-

JANE: -She isn't baking right now, surprisingly. She's slowly cooking a nice pot roast for dinner, ingredients fresh from one of her many pieces of portable Crocker tech. Her apron reads "Hot Daddy"; an artifact salvaged from somewhere in the pantry.-

JOEY: =She'd been lying upstairs, staring at the ceiling for hours. It was hard being able to sleep soundly without the threat of being discovered for her human qualities, and at times it was hard to believe she had a family again. Mostly everyone all together and all in one place, too. She'd heard some quiet rummaging in the kitchen below until the vapors rose and holy shit, whatever it was smelled delicious. She's sneaking down the stairs like a kid on Christmas Eve, carefully poking her head around the corner.=

JANE: -She doesn't notice Joey immediately; while the food cooks, she's leafing through a business book she found on a shelf and laid out on the counter before closing it back with a sigh. There's not much point in studying business when the business in question is currently being run by an evil alien sea queen, is there?-

JANE: -She scans the room, and then double takes at a pair of eyes around the doorway.- Oh!

JANE: Good... morning? Not really, but I haven't made any breakfast yet. Sorry. I wasn't sure if anyone was up yet.

JOEY: =She finally came out of hiding and stepped the rest of the way down the stairs, smiling in greeting.=

JOEY: nah its fine im not usually up around this time anyway

JOEY: the jet lags been awful =joke=

JANE: The mysterious interdimensional portal-lag, you mean. Hoo. -It's not that funny, but she's trying to make the most of it.- I understand completely.

JANE: Do you like eggs and bacon?

JOEY: =She perked at this=

JOEY: you mean to say

JOEY: you guys actually have that here?

JOEY: =eyes the refrigerator= 8o

JANE: Well... Sort of.

JANE: I conveniently happen to have a very good storage unit on my person.

JANE: -She's already pulling out pans- How do you like your eggs?

JOEY: =when was the last time she had anything that wasn't grubloaf lathered in grubsauce?= JOEY: oh jane you dont have to go through all that trouble—

JOEY: =fusses.=

JOEY: ....

JOEY: sunny side up

JOEY: =she's WEAK=

JANE: -snrrrk- Me, too.

JANE: Don't worry. This is better than sitting around, stewing in potential doom scenarios. -she produces a package of bacon and cuts it open while the pan heats up on the stove-

JANE: And I could use some breakfast, too...

JANE: Shucks. All I've eaten this morning is a bite of leftover cheesecake.

JOEY: that wont do at all! heres to proper sustenance hahaha

JOEY: =she approacheth= it is only right of me to ask if you need help with any of this

JANE: Hmm...

JANE: Actually, I do need help with something. -glances over at her- I've been pretty curious about all this... estranged family business.

JANE: I just never felt like there was a good time to corral you all and ask about it. Actually, the image itself seems pretty rude.

JOEY: oh

JOEY: well... =she leaned back against one of the counters and sighed, laughing a little helplessly as she dragged a hand down one cheek=

JOEY: where to even start?

JANE: Perhaps the beginning?

JANE: As a genuine suggestion, not a sassy remark.

JOEY: =she glanced up at her and soft laughter replaced her expectant expression.=

JOEY: yeah thats always a good place

JOEY: we were little then

JOEY: dad was an explorer so he was gone often

JOEY: our aunt came to stay with us - mom jude tess and me - she had a baby with her

JOEY: bout a year later some people at her work did something that scared her off =she shrugged= and so she left

JOEY: i guess she didnt want us getting caught up in it but it happened anyway =Joey smiled, shaking her head= from that point on we got really good at camping

TESSERACT: =Soft boof as he comes wagging his entire body down the stairs. He smells FOOD.=

JANE: ... -She can sort of guess what that means, but...- Oh hi, doggy. -casually braces herself against a counter-

JANE: No bacon for you yet!

JANE: Um-- So you-- lost your home? Because of... a bad business venture?

JOEY: yeah—

TESSERACT: boof! =Whines up at jane=

JOEY: :O down tess

JOEY: you know better that that

TESSERACT: =WHINES again but lays his head down right on Jane's foot. licks her leg and looks up with those big puppy eyes=

JOEY: we couldnt really go back to it for a while but soon enough they left us alone and we got to go back

JOEY: guess they figured what could a woman her kids and their dog do? not much of a threat, you know

JANE: A... threat?

JANE: This sounds a little more dastardly than I was imagining.

JANE: Was it... you know... them?

JOEY: =she nods=

JOEY: the same people that have taken over skaianet

JOEY: it was our dad and aunts lifes work

JOEY: and they took it out from under them so easily

JOEY: =she ran her hand on the edge of the counter, just feeling the texture there=

JOEY: one day dad never came home

JOEY: i thought for sure because of his connections theyd gotten to him somehow

JOEY: not very long after that mom never came home either(edited)

JUDE: -at some point during the conversation, jude had come up from the basement, but when he heard the topic of discussion, he wound up lingering in the hall just outside the kitchen. hearing their skeletons get dragged out made him anxious, but it was important that jane knew exactly what they were dealing with -- what his whole family had always been dealing with. he runs his hand along the wall, awkwardly stuck in place.-

JOEY: but we claire-leys don't know when to keep our heads down and mouths shut(edited)

JOEY: jude tess and i went off for some daring do and picked up where dad and aunt jo left off

JOEY: it was better for me to think they were dead cause nothing can hurt you when you expect the worst, right? but jude flat out refused to believe that =She shook her head= he was so much stronger than me - bouncy little optimist

JANE: -Jane can't help laughing a little at that description, despite the story itself.- Well... you can sure tell you're related.

JANE: And... if you don't mind me saying so, I'm sure you gave him plenty of push he might not have had alone. -At least, when she met him, he hadn't really been outside in years.- I think it all works out.

JANE: But how did you end up... Elsewhere?(edited)

JOEY: we both had that effect on each other =she glanced down at the counter again= JOEY: it was a whole stack of things but aunt jos research to put it simply JOEY: its what they were after all those years

JOEY: or one of the things at least

JOEY: that research led us to the portal downstairs which in turn led to skaianet finding out jude and i werent so harmless after all

JOEY: =she shrugged her shoulders, but it was more like brushing off the uncomfortable feeling of that distant memory than to indicate something like indifference=

JOEY: they wanted what we knew and if it hadnt been for jude they would have gotten what they wanted(edited)

JANE: ... I have a feeling this tale is nearing its bitter conclusion. -She watches Joey, brows knitting with some concern at the way she seems more uncomfortable the further this story goes.-

JANE: You don't have to tell me all this if you don't want to. My curiosity isn't worth digging up too many bad feelings.(edited)

JUDE: -with an exhale, he finally moves to join them in the kitchen, eyes down cast but he looks up after he gets his hands on a cookie.- ...

JUDE: hello

JUDE: sorry for interrupting...

JUDE: and also for

JUDE: eavesdropping

JANE: !

JANE: Jude.

JANE: I didn't hear you creeping up.

JANE: ... I didn't mean that the way it sounds.

JOEY: =Her back was to the stairs and she turned, a smile lifting as she saw it was her brother. Wow. She has to get used to them being in the same place again.= hey...

JOEY: =she's relieved he was here. The events leading up to everything were easy to say, and of course on Alternia she changed up a few things to suit her trollsona's history. But she'd never gone so far to explain the separation itself other than that it happened. The fear of never seeing her brother again didn't hang heavy over her head and the past didn't hurt quite so much=

JUDE: -catching a glimpse of her smile, he can't help smiling too.- it's alright

JUDE: creeping is probably technically a good way to describe my... general movement

JANE: Well... as long as we're all agreed. :B

JANE: -drapes a paper towel over a plate and starts piling the cooked bacon on it-

JUDE: heh... -cookies and bacon... part of a balanced breakfast. he didn't think this through.-

JUDE: -also sweats because he disrupted the conversation, which makes it his responsibility to initiate it again.- ...

JUDE: so...

JUDE: bacon

JOEY: =she's staring at Jude, and it's obvious she's staring. Her smile is growing by the moment.=

JOEY: yes! and eggs!

JANE: And cookies, apparently. -gives Jude a GAZE.-

JANE: How do you like your eggs?

JUDE: -HOW YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS... FRIED OR FERTILIZED...-

JUDE: sunny side up

JUDE: to match my sunny outlook on life

JOEY: =she just...smiles at him. How can she not?=

JOEY: good answer.

JANE: -SNORTS-

JANE: I'm glad we are all still in agreement, despite serious flaws in your argument. -cracks another egg in the pan-

JANE: How are things going down there?

JUDE: well... none of my other long lost relatives have jumped out so

JUDE: uneventful, mostly

JUDE: which is fine I guess

JUDE: but I'm still anxious for the UU to get here

JUDE: I feel like they should be here by now

JUDE: what if something happened? maybe alternians attacked their ship and their technicians hacked into all their accounts, pouring over records of everyone's speech patterns to perfectly replicate them when they talk to us

JUDE: or maybe... it was never really them to begin with

JUDE: and they knew we were going to contact them

JUDE: and they've lured us here to back us into a corner and now they're waiting for the perfect moment to extract the portal and do away with us once and for all

JOEY: ...

JOEY: jude

JOEY: you know ive always trusted your gut

JOEY: even though those are a whole lot of maybes, maybe we should take precaution

JOEY: is there an easy way of storing the portal if we have to make a quick getaway?

JOEY: plus, if this place is as heavily fortified as it looks, shouldnt there be another way to exit the building than the front and back doors?

JANE: -She swears she's going to find a camera somewhere to stare in, just watch her.-

JANE: Maybe Jamison would have some ideas? Perhaps a rational suggestion or two.

JUDE: I've been able to store it pretty efficiently but

JUDE: maybe I should dismantle it for now

JUDE: if they do show up we can study it with them

JUDE: ... I've mapped out all the escape routes too

JUDE: I mean I found some of James' blueprints of the house but I

JUDE: also physically went around the house looking for exits...

JUDE: but more eyes help... my dad is really good at finding weaknesses in designs so yeah thanks for the suggestion jane

JOEY: theres no harm in taking precautions

JOEY: should we practice drills?

JANE: -SIGHS-

JANE: -slides eggs onto plate-

JOEY: hehehe you never know, jane!

JANE: Well, let's wait until after breakfast for the main course of hubbub. :B

JOEY: good plan!

JOEY: one should never act on an empty stomach :)

#in which how do you like your eggs?#euphobicgeotech #gainfulgumption

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