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Hiatus!

Hey there folks! I’ve been on a bit of a hiatus! I’ll be writing erotic literature for an income, and with some of my dedicated RP partners on Discord taking up my leisure time, I’ll be posting a lot less on Tumblr.

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“Ya don’t feel bad about it?” Kui raised an eyebrow, goofily grinned and shook their head with a snicker. “Well- that’s better than hating it. Kind of sounds like you don’t know much about music? What, do they not have music in your universe? . . . Do they even have sound in your universe?” The music masked their conversation, and it wasn’t like many people would be spying in on a supposed middle schooler and their ‘guardian.’ As Kui listened, she took Marya around the block a few times - leading them at a steady pace. Eventually, they took them up towards the ramp, and onto the carpeted lanes of the theater. Rolling with Marya up and into the arcade, Kui pointed to the nearest coin machine - using their hands to push off of it to come to a stop. Kui started to take her skates off, and instructed Marya to do the same. “Let’s play some games. I have some money to spend, take your skates off.” Apparently willing to walk around without shoes, maybe it was normal in this universe, Kui put some money into the machine - and coins began to spill out! “So Marya! Pick one. Firefighters, zombies, dinosaurs, or cops?”

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“Foe, huh? As far as I know, we’re pretty neutral with the person. We don’t know much about them though. As far as I know, most of the Kui’s like the person. Except for only a few. I don’t have much of an opinion about them though, I literally know nothing about them.” They thought for a second, raising an eyebrow even at the remark about their leader. “. . . Now that I think about it, they also really like Jeanne. Except for the same few. That Lust person must be malfunctioning. Wonder what they’re even doing right now . . . and yeah- thanks- honestly I would’ve preferred to die instead. Not that it’s your fault. Being pinned and slowly crushed isn’t exactly the best on my psyche, especially when a few hundred of my units had to be wiped of experience to reduce Rancia. You ready to head back to camp?” They asked, reaching into their winter coat - taking out what appeared to be a flare gun.

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Kui wasn’t aware of how they knew, it was likely a difference in universe. In her world, and many others, they couldn’t sense her ability to detect - it was a lot like a metal detector rather than invading into somebody like a mind reader would. Still, they found it interesting that Jeanne had this ability to sense this, and sheepishly rubbed at the back of their head - visibly embarrassed. Quickly, they scampered into an apology - which was rare from the typical Kui. “Ah-hahhhh- - - So sorry, Jeanne! I won’t let it happen again. Sometimes I can’t control myself-” They slurped saliva into their mouth just then, as if they had just gotten done window shopping at the nearest cake store. It was readily apparent that they had dosed for a hot second there. Kui even used a hand to wipe at their mouth- continuing where they left off at. “Ahhhhh- but see- see- see- that’s where you’re doubting yourself! It doesn’t matter what quality you can add to the world, it depends on what you can do in it! Sometimes I make some of my friends do it, most of them . . . uhhhhhm. They’re not very good with social skills I guess. Heh. I won’t pressure you, but sometimes living in the same life for too long adds too much fatigue for you to handle. Living in a new life, and a new world, it means that you don’t have to worry about what happened before, and what is happening in the now. Don’t get me wrong, I like being here! I even bought your ticket before Cheeks and Kiddo! Hah- what’s that?” Kui asked, pointing to the nearest eye catching thing - it took them away from the conversation at an instant, it seemed.

Shannahara Studies

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“Mmhm.” They said to all of this, there was silence, and it lasted for a while - in which they thought on the matter. They thought that they had heard some kind of negotiation, however, ultimately they decided that strict limits was just as bad as a supposed, otherwise non-confirmed slavery. They sighed, letting out a batch of hot air out and into the world - their breath smelled an awful lot like sweets. “People who can not negotiate under strict principles are just as bad as their opposing regime. Believe it or not, being unable to bend in other directions causes just as many problems as the warmongers. If you re-consider your decision, which entails that you wouldn’t be heavily regulating our freedoms: please feel free to contact me with your nearest Kui. Unfortunately, we no longer use electrical communications for valuable information. You know. Core. Otherwise, I would advise you that you will remain a neutral force to the UnderKui. Second to ally forces. Don’t take any hostilities between us and yourself as a personal factor, the circumstance would demand that we are defending an asset. Although if you manage to kill some of our soldiers, we would much appreciate the return of the materials. It would at least soften the tension between us and yourself. At least, if you have a way to store said materials.” They smiled, stood up, and offered a hand shake. Their shook it, not firm but lightly - as if in a touch rather than a grasp.

Scope of Commerce

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If they got as far as getting into the new vent, it lead into a small operation room - like where you would expect doctors to begin surgery. It had 2, badly bent and damaged doors that looked as if burn marks from explosives had opened the door by force. No bodies existed, but blood marks leading out existed - it was a lot warmer here, than it was in the other room; but still noticeably cold. While one door refused to budge and break open, another one was able to be broken down and allowed access into the corridor. Although due to the most recent gunshot, there was an old man, a scientist, mindlessly, slow and sluggishly, banging their head up against the wall along with their hands as if to try and bust it down. It was a feeble attempt, but a clear indication that this thing wasn’t of the thinking mind. A1, A2, A3, A4, B1, B2, B3, B4, C1, C2, C3, C4, D1, D2, D3, D4, Each of these rooms can be picked to loot. After searching and looting a room, it will be updated to your HUD. Reference back to your HUD if you aren’t entirely sure where to go. You need to find all of the criteria before backtracking and attempting to leave.

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Slouched over the computers boot, they were bleeding profusely to the point that their eyes would soon be dimming; lifeless and dead now. They had a choice to go back down the hall where they came from, or go into the vents as they had been instructed to do. But this time, without the help of the soldier. The door that was locked off to the east was closed shut. The choice was there own! Suddenly, a distorted crackle hit the atmosphere in the room: it was a microphone booming throughout the facility. It beamed as if a warning was being called off, and then a voice resonated: “Team Marketplace has entered the facility. Electromagnetic Plating will continue engaged as instructed. It is recomm-” Suddenly, the megaphone like mic boomed and was bombarded with an alien like screech.

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“. . .? I don’t know who 004 is. I didn’t actually read much of the paper. And no, I haven’t met them. Don’t exactly have much intentions on meeting them either.” They stared forward, seeming to have quite the fierce look on their face. Though, they softened up momentarily, and glanced back over at Pride. “I did manage to review a few face cams that caught an image of Jeanne. Not much I can do while literally being trapped under rubble from her little flexing incident. Does she have a sister or something?” She was probably talking about Sezja now . . .

Penpals

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“O- oh . . . I guess I experience things differently? Sorry- eheheheh- I think we’re having another word problem again. I’ve fed off of all sorts of folks! Literal gods . . . batteries are definitely one of my favorites- I just like to use energy as a basic term, since everything works different from universe to universe! When I say quantity- I might be talking about the type! Either way, I already know that I’m going to be addicted to ya- eheheh- just standing near you makes me feel all u’g’gee.” She stuck her tongue out a sliver, sensing deeper into Jeannes system: they detected emotions, felt them for herself and tried her best to decipher what Jeanne was experiencing. This helped a lot in deciphering what a person actually meant, compared to what’s being said. “Can we skip drones, please? I’d like to go more into Android Interactions, developing our own has become problematic because of our behavioral concerns. And don’t sweat it, Jeanne! I can make ya happy~” They winked, clutched at Jeannes hand and sort of forced a ‘romantic hand grab’ in which they skipped forward. Playful and energetic, they tugged Jeannes hand and towards the building containing all of said things. “You should consider additional lives! You might be suffering from Rancia, I totally recommend it for you!”

Shannahara Studies

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“In the worst case scenarios, that we help the Witch and she back stabs us. At that point, we don’t lose anything in comparison to being locked out of this universe indefinitely because somebody like you says so. In another scenario, we help you defeat the witch, we lose our benefits, and it is very likely that we will not be able to collect the debt before being pushed out of the universe. There is no reason to not help them in this instance, at least not with some kind of incentive.” They listened, and considered the threat that was warned; they held Sezja to a certain weight that the warning wasn’t easily shoved off to the side. They had some reason to believe Sezja, that they lived on a principle: but they didn’t exactly have a whole lot of reasons to trust the witch either . . . nor distrust. “Hm? . . . Right now, you are one of the threats of us losing that ‘something’ of value. Allowing you to be on the winning force means that we would be at risk of losing this universe entirely. If you would like for us to be more cooperative, then we need to know that you won’t be opposing us without committing to major war crimes against those in this world. Would you like to instead, go window shopping with a Kui? I’m sure that you are aware of many different universes existences. We would be more than willing to settle for two universes, in exchange for leaving this one. That is, in regards to the UnderKui; and only the UnderKui. In exchange, I could try and work something out that we can both agree on.” That was . . . a very weird way to talk about universes. Window shopping at least sounded like it could be a fun trip! . . . Depending on the Kui anyways.

Scope of Commerce

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“See? It’s easy to start. Just gotta start slow! Hehehe-” She held onto Maryas hand, and lead them around the ring a few times. Talking while she did so, and seeming to be happy about it too. “Thanks for coming by the way! You look pretty in that modern stuff heh. What do you think of the music?” Kui asked.

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“Hm, alright,” Marya said, while she moved with the skates through the rink. She felt wobbly, it had been a while since she used her legs to walk, and now she was skating with them.

She remembered she saw some familiar things in her travels, and she could observe the others doing something similar, besides Kui’s advice.

Hesitantly, she followed Kui’s lead and said, “Well, it doesn’t seem too bad.”

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“Uhhhhhheheheheheh- - -” Kui shifted from side to side, hugging themselves and biting down on her bottom lip- she looked up at Jeanne with a combination of false shyness and false cowardice.

“Nahhhhhhh. Not life force bending, it’s more like, switch-swapping. It’s like if I gave you 4 cookies for your 4 cookies, because yours was obviously the better tasting ones. Oh- and mine are laced in drugs, so they taste a lot better for you than mine would for me. Yeah, that’s a good analogy. Or something like that. But uhhh- it’s not always sexual energy. Mostly peak energy. Like, if you’re really sad, then that’s the best time to grab your energy. Or during an orgasm, then that’s also a good time - I prefer more happy emotions.” They smiled, a sudden beam of light that glowed up at Jeanne. “Yup, yup, yup! Yupperies- just one second yo.” They stared down suddenly, and instantly held onto a cellphone of sorts. She texted rapidly, and suddenly the phone disappeared just as quick as it came to be. “Oh- don’t worry about addiction friendo! People with a ton of energy always get me addicted! That’s kind of why I asked you instead of waiting to go back to my world heh . . .eheheheh . . . I’ll probably wait on the feeding for later. I don’t like to feed a little, for reasons. Lead the way, Mr. Lady!” They chirped all happy like, standing up on the last note just onto their tippy toes.

Shannahara Studies

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All things considered, it’d be incredibly difficult to trick somebody who had been trained from infancy to teen-hood with this type of strategy, although they were outnumbered - and more importantly, they were giving the two of them more than just a chance to kill them off. With their weapon put up, the soldier didn’t even bother to put their weapon down to aim. Instead, their boots made a clink, the metal underneath them bent at their boots and it was as if Jacob had hit up against a brick wall! Instead of retaliating, a hand shoved Jacob out of harms way and to the ground so that Natalie had more surface area to shoot for. The pistol was a small arms firearm, and with this magnetic locking mechanism keeping the soldier in place - they took each and every shot of the weapon, up until it clicked! (10 Shots) Bleeding profusely but dampened under armor and clothes, but otherwise standing perfectly still in a ‘brace of impact’ that had their arms crossed with their rifle and out in a shield. Blood was drizzling down slow at first, but quickened as time went on. One arm in particular had become rag-dolled and flopped down up against their body, while another hugged up against their chest; which dripped from a series of holes. Their boots clicked again, and they stumbled back without the assistance of magnetic force- ass hitting up against the computer and finally slumping down to the ground. With their back up against the computers main frame and ass to the metallic floor, their head drooped back and looked up with a bent or otherwise smug facial expression. When they laughed, they also coughed up blood. “Told yah-” They said, rifle now several feet away from them. Though, it didn’t seem like they had motivations to actually get up and grab it.

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“As far as I know, the contract originates from where Kui is suppose to derive from. Obviously Kui is perfect and has absolutely nothing wrong with them, and they came from perfect candy land so there is nothing wrong with the contract. Nobody really knows a lot about her though, or where she derives from though. As far as I’m aware. All graduated Macedon are Entitled Slaves, so we’re considered to be property. Not sure how well servants weigh into that . . . my reality, slavery is abolished.” They responded, holding their hand up to push away and an incoming pine like tree - guarding themselves and pushing further up the hill. They seemed to have gone into a bit of an off topic rant. “Right . . . sounds like artificial indoctrination or whatever the term we use for that sort of thing. Put a kid into a perfect artificial reality with whoever you want them to love, take them out of the artificial reality; you’ve got a perfect little slave to tend for you. Not saying the UnderKui doesn’t or hasn’t done that . . .” They rolled their eyes, in a passive aggressive like fashion. It felt very out of place, as it wasn’t exactly pointed at Pride. “But at least the people get inverted indoctrination to educate them some or so. I don’t like the Androids of the UnderKui, and it sounds like I don’t like them for the same reason why you follow your Mom.”

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"Jeanne seems to be a very interesting resource for the UnderKui.” They paused, having a bite to eat - and then once again, another sip. The cups were obviously a little too big, but they didn’t mind that much. “We would prefer it if Jeanne remained where they have their assets, so that they may continue development of themselves. We have reason to believe that the matrix modules of the Androids are constantly being perfected, as the modules are returned shortly after the deceased body. Not just the Matrix Modules, but there are many technologies and occupied states that are currently non-hostile and give us both free access: and cooperative access as well. Jeanne offers all of this, and has not yet asked for a charge in return. Taking all of this into politics, we have no reason to not support Jeanne in a state of emergency. That is, being removed from this reality and losing all of their accumulated assets.” They said this, sitting up as if to scratch at their rear - but instead pulling out a small folder - easily 1/4th the size of a normal folder, a small butt pocket sized one. They opened it, and inside were some cute little cards- they held each and every one up to Jeanne, explaining each one. “Finding a universe is difficult. The way that it was explained to me, and I don’t do, or know very much about magic, that it’s a lot like throwing a rock into an ocean and then trying to find it after sinking to the bottom. Some don’t allow certain things to exist, like magic, where I can exist, but not TheKui’s. Some are too hot that not even basic minerals can exist, and others, well, we don’t understand them enough to give an explanation: we just know that whenever a Kui does go to that universe, they die.” They said, each of these cards - they depicted colors of orange, red, and yellow - but then the cards started to switch to a more green, light blue and light purple colors. “But the universes that we do find, they are endless wells that are only limited by the branch of information found in the main zone of being founded. If the Kui finds themselves on a planet, and can not sense anything beyond the planet, then our knowledge of the universe is only on that one planet. If they aren’t developed enough, or near a galactic empire - or galactic cluster empire of sorts . . . well, then it isn’t exactly worth a whole lot. Now, this is where this universe comes in. This universe, not only has a friendly face that offers free technology and places in which Kuis & our people to roam about, but it is also so expansive that many known universes aren’t exactly worth much at all in comparison.” They said, putting the cards away - and into the folder. They put it back where it belonged, and and smiled sheepishly; clasping each hand into one another and shifting back into a neutral facial expression. “In essence, we want to be free in this universe - and we don’t want your actions, to harm us. Especially in a situation as fragile as this. It’s at least something to think about, that Jeanne is different in comparison to the directive.”

Scope of Commerce

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The OOC Kui Says,

Hey there folks! Been a bit of a break, as I’ve been in need of assisting family for a variety of things. If I haven’t posted yet, I likely will in the coming days! Or maybe tonight? Not sure yet.

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“Well, I serve the UnderKui under contract. When that contract expires, I might just pick a universe to stay at. You know, after I bring my little sister back to life. Honestly though? . . .” They looked over at Pride, then back ahead. “I was thinking about living on an ocean world. Already picked it out. Doesn’t have a name, just a bunch of numbers and letters.” They said, glancing at the corner of their eyes just then. “So, why serve ‘Miss Red’ anyhow?”

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