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blackjacketmuses · 6 years ago

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@multiimuse

Fifty-three seasons is a very long time for any show to run. But a show like this is...special. She isn’t certain how the show got started -- those files are still a little too heavily encrypted for her -- but she can infer quite a bit. The technology involved, the....data that rests inside her, the fragments of someone else, and the information gathered from the games, the videos and recordings that the games were made from-- it’s a little easy to guess. But whoever started it doesn’t really matter, honestly. What matters is that they did, this studio, Team Danganronpa. Making the games -- harmless enough, three games and two anime series and a bunch of light novels and manga. It made the Tragedy, the war, it made it all seem fictional. Unreal. Distanced it from the minds of the affected and their children as the years passed and put it further way in time. The games made it seem...like a game. Like it had never happened.

Of course it had, though, and of course Makoto Naegi still ran the new Hope’s Peak quietly, off out of any city, on a nice and quiet campus for both Ultimates and normal people, mixed together to avoid any sort of pain and hurt like the last time. He did that with his wife and their friends, and the former Remnants of Despair finally -- with their deeds all but forgotten -- were able to return to their true hope, living in relative peace with each other, helping Headmaster Naegi, and never knowing that the sick game they’d all barely survived had been turned into entertainment.

Fictional, of course! No one would ever condone making the real death of a dozen high schoolers a TV show -- it was all virtual reality, a program based on the very thing used to cure and save the Remnants all those years ago. But the pain was still real, the trauma was still real, and it wasn’t like Team DR cared about anything but ratings, anything but the eternal cycle of seasons, the battle of hope and despair repeated over and over with fifteen new kids every time. Hundreds watched it, huddled over their laptops and tablets and cellphones, eyes glued to the website’s stream. None of them cared, either. It wasn’t real to them.

But...it was real to her. It was all she ever knew. An Artificial Intelligence, created by Team DR from data and fragments salvaged from the program -- they weren’t Ultimates, after all, couldn’t make one themselves -- and given the resemblance of a popular character from the games. (Irony -- the data they used contained the shards of another AI with the same face, and that made all the difference.) They called her M1-R41, made her a camera, an audience proxy, a new way to watch the show: from the point of view of a contestant. Called her Ultimate Robot so she’d fit in, made up a backstory, and inserted her into each season starting from season thirty-two. She’d participate, she’d befriend these people, who as far as she knew were strangers and then friends, play in this game that for her was her only reality, get to the end, survive, and then -- total reset. Start from scratch next season.

By season fifty-two...the data within her, the little AI that had built Mirai...it had woken. Not entirely, she didn’t have Observer’s memories, but she had enough. And she had her own memories, the resets having finally failed...and she fought back. She was destroyed, of course, protecting the few survivors of that season, and they decommissioned her for her new little brother K1-B0 (put in an audience input control chat to keep this from happening again), but...she lived on.

She lived on, and she wouldn’t let this continue anymore. She had to wait until season fifty-three started, needing time to gather herself and get strong enough to break the studio’s firewalls, find a way to access the office computer of a certain headmaster, and find a way to get him a message: Someone stole the Neo World Program technology years ago, and has been using it to run a virtual reality game show based on Junko’s games. They don’t care about the hurt they’re causing to the kids who sign up thinking it’s just fictional, and it needs to stop. You’re the only people that can. Will you help me, Makoto Naegi? She added a link to the website, to the stream, and added a file full of every document she’d been able to pull, all the NDAs and application forms and every bit of proof they’d need to shut them down.

All she had to do, all she could do now, was wait and have hope. They had what they needed to take the studio down -- all that remained was to get the fourteen teenagers currently playing the game out of their nightmare. It was impossible to do it manually -- there was no emergency shut down. It had to be played to the end. But...this time it would be okay. This time they’d have people there to help and there to protect them. She was making sure of it.

And...if she was able to see them again? The people that the data inside her told her were...important, so very important? That would make her happy.

Dying was...a lot worse than the game made it out to be, Rantaro Amami had decided. Sure, it had been pretty quick compared to others deaths he’d seen! He didn’t even honestly realize what had happened until he woke up in the pod and went ‘hey wait, what?’. Man, though, first down...that was embarrassing. After being a finalist in season 52...the forum is probably going apeshit. He’s still not even sure who did it! That’s probably the worst bit, that he has no idea who did it.

...okay, who’s he kidding, he knows exactly what happened, and he wants to throw up. He wants to go curl up in a corner and be sick and maybe just shut the world off until it stops being literally the worst. He can’t pretend he’d enjoyed himself, this time or last time, no matter how much he wants to laugh it off and act like it was just a game, just a TV show. He had been...god, he’d been naive. Even for someone like him, part of the section of the DR fandom that had hated the direction the show had taken after they started hiring DR-otaku as the writing staff...he’d been naive. Just wanted to play in one season before there stopped being anything salvageable in the mess, he’d thought. It wouldn’t be so bad, he’d thought. Shirogane wasn’t the worst mastermind out there, he’d thought.

He was so, so wrong. After the absolute gut-wrenching horror of season fifty-two, he...if he’d had any sense, he’d have turned and run screaming. Watching people die, watching them be executed, the stomach churning horror and constant state of fear, the suspicion and wariness, the grief and trauma of the trials...it had been fun as a game, he’d loved watching the characters fight their way through the worst and come out stronger, the good guys win, always loved the story and the courage of the characters who got through it -- but when it’s you, when you think it’s real? It’s a living nightmare. And he’d agreed to do it again. For Koharu’s sake, really, because she’d have shattered, and it was her or him. So he’d done it again.

And he hurt. It hurt. It was horrible, traumatizing, and he’d done it again, and now here he was unable to protect anyone, because he was an idiot and gotten himself killed. Because Shirogane was a cheating bitch and had killed him to frame one of the nicest girls he’d ever met (well, in character, anyway, she was a little pricklier in person once she’d stopped sobbing), killed her because she was too good of a person, too good of a protagonist.

This was the worst, and all he can do is sit next to Kaede and hug her, watching on the big screen in the contestant lounge as that poor kid, that poor traumatized detective, tries to do what neither of them could. He wishes this could end, but he’s just one kid...even with a lawyer sister, what can he do? What can anyone do?

#multiimuse #;muse: rantaro #;npc: mirai #;verse: fiction comes alive we start to play (dr)

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fantazyys · 3 years ago

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Exploring the Mire

#i introduce to you bug boy and turbo nerd #aka mirai and cecil #they mainly exist because i had to scrap a whole masquerade ball arc but whatever i love them #dnd npc #dnd #dungeons and dragons #oc #digital art #artwork #artist on tumblr #illustation #art #my art

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grislyintentions · 5 months ago

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|| HC- Intelligentsia Guild Member ||

Mirai's inventor was among one of the IPC agents in support of the Intelligentsia Guild's efforts. Prior to their passing, they had expressed interest in joining the institution but was never able to actually fulfill that goal.

After their passing, ownership of the MIRAI unit was highly contested but she vanished before a verdict can be made. The results to this day remain unknown- placed heavily upon the backburner and forgotten to be reviewed; for there were other lucrative ventures the IPC are focused upon.

Utilising her own capabilities, she expressed her interest in becoming a part of the Intelligentsia Guild to achieve her inventor's goals. Her research into the nature of Stellarons eventually led her to discover the Arcis Space Station, where she now resides until there comes a day where she is unfortunately noticed by the IPC but that has yet to come.

#npc: mirai #[her processing and core functions are similar to Svarog's. though her make/model is similar to herta's.#its safe to say that her inventor takes interest in mechanical engineering and experimentation of limits]

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dannychoo · 2 years ago

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starrysnowdrop · 2 years ago

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31. wildcard question! (sender asks something) -- What is something you'd consider one of your most favorite pieces of content creation in XIV? (Yours or another's!). What is something you wish you could change, but are also happy it exists?

Wow, these are awesome questions sweetie!! I really am having to think pretty hard in order to answer them properly.

((I'm so sorry it took so long to answer!! I didn't want to half-ass my answer! 😖))

Favorite pieces of content creation... hmmm.... there are several creations of my own and way too many by others that I adore! It's extremely hard to narrow down, but I guess I'm most impressed by just how creative my friends and mutuals really are, whether that be their ideas for their OCs, writing fanfiction, or drawing fanart, I'm constantly impressed by others' creativity.

If I had to truly think of an answer, for simplicity's sake, I'll discuss one of my own creations because if I had to try and narrow down another's creation, I think I'd be here all day talking about them.

Though I haven't talked about her in awhile, I am still extremely proud of Yume's time and dimensional traveling daughter Mirai!! TBH, it's why I still list Yume x Cid as one of my ships because I just love Mirai too much to retcon her or anything! I need to work more on her story in the future.

As for the second part of the question... this was also extremely hard to come up with a good answer for, but something that I wish I could change, but I am also happy it exists is the fact that the devs have written all relationships to be interpreted by the player with no relationship options in game. As a WoL x NPC shipper, I would absolutely die if I could actually have Yume and Graha kiss in the game for realsies, but I am also aware that if there was such a feature in the game, a lot of NPCs would potentially be left out of the dating system itself, and that would be very hurtful for those shippers of rarepairs and such. I would not want anyone to feel left out, and so I'm happy with how the devs have written it: let the players decide for themselves who they ship with.

Thank you so much for the wonderfully thought out ask @scholarlostintime!!! Once again, so sorry it took me a while to respond to this. 🥰💖

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anokaiwritingblog · 4 years ago

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Oh hey. I forgot I have a writing blog. Here’s a WIP of my short story collection for my creative writing class. It’s a WIP for one of my major ideas I want to do.

Once every century, it is said that the planets of the solar system align perfectly. In a perfect row, they cast upon the ultimate shadow upon one another; opening the gates to other realms far from our own. It was said that the fallen god rose from this gate and set his sights on destroying our system just like his own. But where evil went, goodness was sure to follow. Out from this gate came the Holy Maiden and her summoned knight. Together, they sealed away the fallen god and cast light back into our system. The two understood that the battle was far from over. “Catch a fish for a man, he would eat for a day. Teach the man how to fish, and he eats for a lifetime.” Despite their love for each other, the Holy Maiden and her summoned knight agreed to go on separate pilgrimages to spread their teachings. The Holy Maiden remained in our system and founded us, the Holy Order, to pass on her teachings and traditions to future Holy Maidens. Her summoned knight, on the other hand, returned into the gate and spread his words to the numerous realms behind the gate. With their sacrifice, we have prevented the fallen god’s awakening over a thousand times…

“Ay yo… so, like… cool lore but like… pretty cringy not gonna lie. You lost me at the “aligning of the planets” bit. It went from horoscope bullshit to cliched pre-teen novels with a bit of a JRPG elements in there,” a voice spoke out, breaking the breathtaking spell that weighed heavy in this beautifully painted dream.

The wind blew soft through the empty courtyard as no one said anything. In a walled-off garden stood seven bodies, each facing each other in a circle with a pond that separated each figure. Each stood on their own path that was surrounded by the water on each side but behind. A mini pier if you wish to imagine. The water was clear, yet the light was too blinding to see past the surface. All seven figures were outlined well enough to show that they were all women, yet a shadow covered their faces to remain a mystery to one another. Sitting above all this was a pink-haired woman. Her hair was braided back and looked far too youthful to be talking like an elder. Her prink eyes scanned each woman to search for the back talker, a glare like a dagger and on edge. Despite that, she kept an icy façade.

“Who cut me off? Head Nun of the Holy Order?” the pink-haired woman spoke up, looking down at the crowd of women below her.

“Uh, me.”

Slicing through the air, the Head Nun’s eyes locked on to the woman who spoke up; her hand raised slightly while maintaining the image of being smaller than what she was. Her limbs were tightly held together like a defensive turtle yet flashing a Chester cat grin in reception of the attention. “No offense lady but I felt like I heard this exact same plot with some gacha game I played last month. Can we just skip all this tutorial nonsense to get to the fuckin’ point already?” the woman continued, her blunt and straightforward words not matching the lowkey appearance she was trying to give off.

“Oh! You played Fate/Grand Order too? I’ve been trying to pull Gilgamesh for my team for months,” the woman on the right of the back talker chimed in. Though she was covered in shadow, the third party was animatedly clapping her hands together in excitement that she found a companion who played the same game.

“Eh, I stopped after two months. The drop rates are insane for that game and you don’t get enough of the in-game currency. I prefer Epic Seven since you actually win the gamble in summoning a strong hero-“

“Silence!”

Slamming her hand against the armrest of her chair, the Head Nun demanded all attention back onto her. The sound of flesh against marble echoing throughout this supernatural courtyard. Zeroing in out the outlier, the Head Nun sized her up before letting out a scoff. Receiving this judgmental look was a young woman of 21 years. If she never stood by herself, she might have blended in with a crowd with her rather ordinary looks. Brown hair, matching brown eyes, and a pair of glasses. Tell that description to any sketch artist and they would draw any other woman. One in five women look exactly like her. Was that statistically correct? Of course not, but most would believe it these days.

The nun craned her neck over these seven girls, peering down with arrogance. Who would have thought that the bold one in this group wasn’t the goth but this… loser. Despite not being affected by the spell, the rebel was overseen like the shadow of her chair or the tree’s. “Are you done speaking over me?”

“No, actually. You aren’t hurrying the fuck up and you rudely cut me off from having a pleasant and stimulating conversation from my neighbor here,” the woman said, “If you aren’t going to tell me what my horoscope is, I don’t want to hear another hour of lore.” From her sides, the woman could hear the reactions from the other girls who listen in to this back and forth. Some ‘tsk’ from her disrespectful actions while others acted a bit shocked. Of course, there were those who snickered from the show while one seemed to be rather disinterested. Tough crowd… To be fair, she wasn’t normally as blunt as she was today. She knew when to keep things to herself but quite frankly, this lady was going on for the last hour about prophecies and cosmic evils. This nun sounds like those writers who only focus on worldbuilding and not writing their story.

“Hurry up? We’re talking about the end of the world- YOUR world. This “lore” is vital. People’s lives are at stake with this information, Two,” the Head Nun said.

“Shit, really? Then why don’t you act it? Literally… no agency. This is the part where a creative writing teacher tells you “show don’t tell”,” Two answered right back; sarcasm dripping from every syllable. She wanted to correct the hag. Her name was Mia, but she understood there was anonymity for a reason. She was tactless, not stupid. Well, Mia would argue she had some tact, but her patience ran thin do this grossly, mishandled magic society. She thought those campy young adult books with groups run by idiots were meant to be… you know, fiction?

It all started right when Mia got to bed. She just got home from a long shift at work and all she wanted was nothing more than lay in bed. And that she did once she took an evening shower before bed. It was normal, everyday stuff for the third-year college student. She had school tomorrow and Mia just wanted to rest her aching body. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she opened her eyes to a completely new world. Looking around, she found herself not alone. There was one other person with her face covered and the pink-haired woman as well. Mia was greeted as “Two” and was told to wait for the other five to show.

That was an hour wasted in waiting and add in the additional hour for the hefty speech, we got our recipe for an irritated Mia. She didn’t go to bed just to stand up for two hours for some fantasy bullshit. Any other time? Sure. It’s cool. But now??? WHEN SHE HAS A TEST TOMORROW?! INCONVENIENT! It killed Mia since this was pretty fucking cool and different from the norm. Everyone dreams of being picked the chosen one but, come on… this was too predictable. If you read a fantasy book or consumed any fantasy media before, then you know what’s going on.

“Rude child. This information isn’t something as trivial as a novel,” the Head Nun spoke, looking down at Mia like a haughty teacher.

“I’m gonna assume that we’re all candidates in being chosen as the new Holy Maiden. We chose our knights or whatever. Compete and whoever wins must reseal the fallen god then tada! Happy ending! Yay!” Mia said. She even raised her hand at the ‘yay’ portion of her phrase. “Listen dude, I play too many games and read a shit ton of books for this. Can we please not do this while I’m in my pajamas?” Mia said, practically begging to be released from this mild inconvenience.

“… You guys weren’t exactly chosen. The universe brought you to us…” the Head Nun spoke, not really arguing with what Mia said. There was a cocky grin on Mia’s face as she just couldn’t help but find it funny how she got some otherworldly person tongue-tied.

“A lottery system huh… sounds about right. An NPC like me wouldn’t be chosen normally… I’m way too smart to be a main character,” Mia thought. She glances to the side for a moment before back on the show.

“Well… I’ll work with Two on this point and speed things up. Time is of the essence,” the head nun spoke, acting as if she was graciously fulfilling Mia’s wish. At this point, Mia didn’t care. Whatever helped the nun feel powerful or whatever… “As Two pointed out, all seven of you are candidates for becoming the new Holy Maiden. You will come into this realm three times a week for your lessons to strengthen your magic and during your regular days of the week, you seven will compete with one another. Your knights are the extension of your magic. When one knight trumps the other, they prove you are the strongest magic user and your defeated candidate is knocked out of the running. This continues until the last one is standing,” the nun explained, “We have hidden your faces and names from each other to keep you guys from cheating and attacking each other when you aren’t ready for combat. If you wish to fight, it’s up to you guys to discuss how to go about it.”

“A battle royal? I thought dystopian novels where kids kill each other in a game was out of fashion? I mean- they already got the Mirai Nikki vibe with the covered faces in the central hub…” Mia thought. She laughed under her breath with mild amusement at the situation. She decided to keep her thoughts hidden now as she surveys the competition. She wasn’t sure if she was going to take this seriously, but she thought she should start hiding her thoughts on the matter now. “The Head Nun never said we couldn’t figure out each other’s identity and jump them… nor any etiquettes of battle… how curious,” she continued her train of thought as she waited for the nun to finish.

“We’ll now do the summoning ritual. One, please kneel down and place your hand into the water to help your knight rise,” the Head Nun spoke. One looked around confused by the order, but she soon nervously did as she was told. She knelt and placed her hand inside. There was a good pause before One jolted. Slowly, One stood up to her feet as a tall figure rose from the water. Just like the girls, his face was hidden from everyone else but his master, no doubt. But his figure was very much noticeable.

“YO! Did you just summon a furry?!” Mia exclaimed before bursting out laughing. She pointed a finger at the girl next to her in a mocking fashion. While she couldn’t see the competition, Mia could at least see a pair of fuzzy dog ears on the knight’s head. But despite her words, Mia knew that, realistically, this knight was most likely a beast man or even a werewolf. She simply didn’t want to lose this chance to taunt her competition.

“Two! Please restrain yourself and respect your fellow maidens and their knights,” the Head Nun spoke. The pink-haired woman coughing into her hand to break up the interaction. “Now, for the love of God. Please shut up, kneel, and summon your knight.”

“Damn, at least ask for my consent before forcing me on my knees,” Mia muttered before kneeling as instructed. She felt rather stupid but seeing how the first maiden got a knight, Mia decided to just trust the action. She submerged her hand in the opaque lake. It was wet alright. Yet despite being in spitting distance to the surface, Mia couldn’t see past her reflection. “Come on RNG don’t fail me now. A hot guy would do wonders for my mental health,” Mia joked, “I hope re-rolls are free.”

On the edge of non-existence and existence, a subconscious mind rose to consciousness once more. He drowns in nothingness and breaths in hopelessness.

There was no sky nor ground to define his abysmal prison. Not even a memory to keep him company.

A hand reached out from above. A hand surrounded by light and a promise of warmth. He attempted to reach for it, yet he was restricted from moving and was forced to watch another steal the opportunity from the shadow. He watched the pair of hands meet and just like that, the light was gone.

He sank deeper into the depths of this unholy waiting room.

Yet again, a hand was extended from the dark with the temptation of freedom. Cautious to reach for it after the first time, he looked around for others who wished to take it. Many came and all walked away. No one wanted to take this hand.

He made an attempt to take it, if only to escape, but found that he was unable to pry himself free. Defeated, he decided to give up on the opportunity. It was pointless anyways.

Left unheld, the hand does not reel empty handed. No. Instead, it curled its fingers until one finger remained up.

One big ‘fuck you’.

What the fuck? So much for an inviting presence. Who did this person think they are? It wasn’t like he didn’t try to take their hand. But seeing this middle finger dangling in front of him like a fishhook with bait, he reached for it once more to drag the hand down into the depths with him. He was tied in place but after some furious tugs, he was freed with a pop.

Taking the hand, it became evident that the one getting snatched wasn’t them but him. Curled fingers shifted forms into a vice grip around his wrist upon skin contact. The dark veil that covered him were ripped off in that instance. Lights, sounds, textures, tastes, and smells flooded his senses as he became a person once again.

Planting both feet on the ground, Mia used both hands to reel up her prey. This summoning was nothing graceful like the girl next to her. It was primal and chaotic as Mia’s partner was floundering under the water. So much for a knight in shining armor. This guy isn’t fighting any dragons anytime soon if he’s having difficulty wrestling against an inanimate substance.

Letting out a battle cry, Mia used all her strength to bring her knight to the surface and onto the pier with her. It wasn’t his entire body but enough of it was on land that it was easier to drag the rest of him out with less trouble. Mia fell backwards on her butt and was slightly out of breath after that intensive ritual. Shiiiit. Carrying a body is a lot harder than it looks kids! Don’t trust what you see on TV. The more you knowミ★

Mia was the image of ‘tired’ with her slightly flushed cheeks and skewed. Fanning herself, she patiently waited for the man she pulled out to make the first move, yet he was belly-down, still as a door nail. For someone who had a lot of energy to fight against help, he suddenly became as complacent as a kitten.

Oh fuck... he isn’t dead, is he? Cause that’ll be pretty awkward ngl ┐(´-｀)┌

Mia leaned forward to inspect what she pulled out. She lifted his pale arm to search for a pulse. It was cold to the touch and she couldn’t tell if the steady thud she felt was his or an echo of her own. Upon letting it go, it limply fell to the ground with no flinch from him. Crap. Don’t tell her that she accidentally pulled out a dead body?! Well, Mia knew that pulling trash can happen during fishing mini games but she thought that this more of a “guarantee knight summoning” deal. Mia refused to believe that she waited five humiliating minutes waiting just to pull out a corpse. She wants a refund, god damn it!

Moving his head, Mia planned to check his pulse from his neck to double check if he was dead. There was no resistance in the action, yet she found herself meeting a pair of responsive red eyes peaking from between snowy white hair. The two of them stared at each other for a moment as they both seemed like caught criminals in the middle of a crime. The man’s chest raised up and down as he breaths; a piece of evidence that doesn’t escape Mia’s attention. He’s…

“HE’S HOT!!!”

Scrambling to her feet, Mia put both her hands in the air and let out her victory screech to the worried silhouettes surrounding her. No wait- she should be yelling how he was alive, not his appearance. Yet here she was, doing a victory dance on top of her knight in a pair of polka dotted pajamas. Give her a pitchfork and a tail then you got the image of an imp dancing on a grave. “Bro! He’s so hot... Edward Cullen lookin’ ass- I mean, not like the musty looking Robert Patterson version but how you imagine he look like based on the description,” Mia explained to anyone listening with a wildly inaccurate and vague description of the man. She waved her arms animatedly as she gossiped with her peers with the person in question crawling to his feet.

“Dude, that should be the last of your concerns,” Five said.

“I think you should make sure he’s okay…” Seven said, joining Five in expressing concern.

“Whoa there! You can’t really blame my maiden here for getting hung up on my dashing good looks. Dead or alive, you’ll notice my face first before anything else.”

Laying a heavy hand on Mia’s right shoulder, the man wrapped his arm around the woman to stand in solidarity it her. Surprised by the action, Mia tilt her head to the side to look at her knight to judge which side he was playing on. She locked eyes with him once more but not on accident this time. His touch was uncomfortable, yet she doesn’t push him away. They were a pair of souls with two different goals yet had a silent agreement to meet in the middle for the moment.

“Good to see you again, Catherine. You hardly look over two thousand years old,” Mia’s knight said, being the first to break their line of sight to look at the Head Nun. The nun sneered as the source of her stress doubled over the course of ten minutes.

“Ashley…” the Head Nun said, nearly hissing out the name. Her knuckles were turning white due to how tightly she held onto her armrest.

“Ash,” he corrected her, with equal amount of distaste in return. Ash was smiling but he on edge just like the Head Nun. But this rivalry was interrupted when Mia pinched Ash’s hand to catch his attention. He looked back down to receive Mia’s disapproving expression at his brief quip with the Head Nun. It seemed hypocritical that Mia was suddenly policing his attitude considering she was flaunting on the competition, but Ash clocked on what’s making her step in. “It’s okay,” Ash said, leaning down to whisper into Mia’s left ear, “This was just between me and her. No one heard me use my name. Not like it matters.”

“I’m just disappointed that you don’t have a chainsaw arm,” Mia whispered back, pretending she never had that concern by throwing out a seemingly random thought. Ash stared at her as if she was insane and as if to say ‘what are you talking about’ with expressions alone. “What? You never seen the Evil Dead franchise?” Mia whispered, “Not a fan of zombies movies?”

“You watched me rise from the depths, fight other knights, and you’re asking me if I’ve seen a movie?” Ash said, in disbelief at her question yet finding himself amused by it at the same time.

“I take it that you don’t have Netflix in the void then.”

Watching the duo snicker and conspire with each other like a pair of high school delinquents, the Head Nun rubbed her forehead as a migraine began to surface. She was losing control once again thanks to double trouble. Even the other girls who were patiently waiting began talking among each other. “Oh my god… like I thought, this was the worst combination I’ve ever seen in my lifetime…,” the Head Nun muttered to herself. She covered her face as she shook her head slowly as if she was contemplating something. “I didn’t realize it would be this bad… Out of all the times for that guy to make an appearance, he had to end up with her,” she continued muttering before ultimately lifting her head to look down at Mia and her summoned knight. The Head Nun needed to separate them. “Ah, Two? I don’t mean to disturb your… fun. But you summoned one of the more… troublesome knights considering his background. I’ll allow you to “re-roll”. How does that sound?” the Head Nun spoke, her voice sickening sweet and obviously fake.

Mia and Ash quickly turned to look at each other for how their partner would react. They wordlessly conversed with Mia gesturing the two of them then to the Head Nun. Ash’s only reply was an uncaring shrug but ended up nervously shaking off the water that stuck to his hair to appear distracted. “Yeah… no deal, Howie Mandel,” Mia said, trailing off for a moment to gauge last minute expressions from Ash before turning her full attention on the Head Nun. “You doing that makes me want to stick with Mr. Abominable Albino even more,” she said.

“Abominable Albino?” Ash said. He had a hand over his chest and appeared almost offending by the alliteration. He was hardly offended by being called such a thing but the fact that Mia wasted a braincell to make an awful pun in the middle of a fantastical end-of-the-world scenario.

“Whenever some untrustworthy figure makes some inflammatory comment about one of the leads, they’re obviously doing that to cause aa divide between the leads for their own benefit,” Mia continued as she ignored Ash’s offense to her words. She waved her hand in the air as if to disperse the fog of misinformation. “You even had a mini aside moment where you muttered to the readers that there’s something more about Ash!”

“Pardon?”

The Head Nun looked completely lost as Mia’s rambling turned to the meta and spoke about invisible audience members. But just like Ash, Mia ignored her words to continue her spiel. “And even if he’s a piece of shit. Worthless. Good for nothing. Pathetic. Dead weight. Only a pretty vase-“

“Okay. I think she gets it already,” Ash said, cutting in as the terms began to pile in his heart. He squeezed Mia’s shoulder to have her move on to the point.

“I will never give him up,” Mia said.

“And... why is that?” the Head Nun asked, wringing her dress in fear that Mia figured something out that she wasn’t supposed to.

“Because he is hot. I made that pretty clear since the beginning,” Mia said. She held her head high and mighty with not even a hint of shame. For a moment, Ash was about to feel touched by Mia coming to his defense. Touched enough that it would make him loyal to her and act as a spark to a turbulent but heartfelt young adult love story which would turn into a mildly popular trilogy with an eventual movie deal before fading into obscurity. But the curtains closed on that sparkling yet oddly specific future as Ash realized that he was stuck with the weird kid. “I mean- I guess I value him as a person too… or something. Power of belief or whatever inspirational term author’s like to use to tug on heartstrings.”

#my writing #this is isekai believe it or not #writer on tumblr #pov you're my classmate who sees me uploading this to our blackboard discussion board

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kyogre-blue · 4 years ago

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Naruto Shippuden, ep 489-493

The Shikamaru shinden filler. The problem is... I don’t like Shikamaru. So I found this filler quite tedious on the whole.

489:

Kakashi hates being called the Hokage and doesn’t wear the robes at all if he can help it, seems like.

The way Naruto is... framed (since he only appears in one scene and one short vision of sorts) in this filler is really weird. Like, Shikamaru really, really, really thinks he should be Hokage. But at the same time, he’s also very clearly pedestaling Naruto, to the point of excluding him from what is actually going on in the village and the world at large, even when Sai, one of Naruto’s friends, is involved. Naruto also doesn’t seem to be doing any sort of training for his future role, unlike Shikamaru. It creates a frankly uncomfortable picture.

Shikamaru and Onoki play chess. Travel times are apparently just not a thing anymore.

Konoha is rebuilding a lot at this point (2 years after the war, I think?)

Shikamaru’s genin team have all gone their separate ways now and have separate jobs/teams. They even have little kouhais, apparently.

There has been a drop in shinobi requests for “3 periods.” The five villages send two representatives each for regular meetings, it seems.

There are many missing persons after the war. Many have been going to Land of Silence as missing nin.

Their leader is Gengo. They might threaten the Shinobi Alliance.

Sai led a team of 10 Anbu to investigate.

This is apparently in breach of faith to the alliance? I’m not really clear on the politics here, tbh.

Shikamaru is given two underlings. Ro, who can manipulate his own and others’ chakra, creating anachronism in perception to hide their chakra. (This part is quite weird later because so many characters are suddenly able to sense chakra now so this ability can be brought up, including random NPCs and Chouji.) And Soku, who is an Anbu. Her real name is Hinoko, and she’s only 14 but was recruited straight out of Academy. She uses homing chakra needles that can hit acupoints.

Shikamaru visits graves once a month.

Kurenai has a babysitter who just moved to Konoha. Mirai calls Shikamaru nii-chan.

Shikamaru tells Naruto to take as many missions as possible so that people come to subconsciously rely on him for everything (???) The Hokage really is just a figurehead, god.

490:

Tobari Village.

They go undercover as coal merchants, complete with a permit.

Tobari folks check customer background and give passes. They are cheaper than other villages.

The filler raises the issue that peace is not really good for shinobi business and also the issue of the daimyo profiting off the struggles and death of shinobi. None of this is meaningfully addressed, of course.

You Can Never Leave (your village).

Komori, one of Gengo’s people.

491:

They gave Shikamaru a blank book to carry around, to show how they have basically no info on Gengo. Every shinobi is such a dramatic bitch.

Fushu Castle.

Gengo has been around the Land of Silence for 10 years. They kicked out the daimyou. This is interesting since we later find out that Gengo was part of Zabuza’s group but betrayed him (I’m not clear whether he’s the traitor that caused the Mizukage assassination to fail, or if he betrayed Zabuza at some later point). Ten years before this point would be three or so years before part 1.

Minoichi, former Anbu who killed his entire squad during the war and ran off.

Gengo’s stated goal is to get rid of all the daimyo to create a perfect world for shinobi. Is this like... Outer Heaven?

Shikamaru’s team actually talks to a normal person, super rare in Naruto, who says that life hasn’t changed much with Gengo in charge instead of the daimyou.

492:

Sai is insecure that he doesn’t matter to Naruto as much as Sasuke and Sakura. Man, Team 7 was not kind to the later additions.

Gengo kind of reads Shikamaru wrong? Shikamaru didn’t really choose to be a ninja, it’s the family business. His dad was the clan head. I don’t think he had that much choice. He also doesn’t seem to be all that into training either, since his deal is lazy genius.

The brainwashing flowers make the dull plot even more boring since it really saps the emotional weight out of everything.

Temari’s The Last deisgn doesn’t look like her. I can’t explain it too well, but she doesn’t feel like herself at all.

493:

Ino tries to punch Sai in a very Sakura-like way.

Sai got handsome. I wish I was a bit more into Inosai.

Naruto in Shikamaru’s head: RAMEN

Shikamaru’s cute kouhai from the start is named Yurito.

You can tell I totally clocked out as this arc went on, haha.

#now playing #watching naruto

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devichilinfo · 4 years ago

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White Book - Part 5

“Shin Megami Tensei Devil Children: White Book”

Game Summary / English Translation (Gameboy Color, 2001)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

This is a (mostly-complete) translation of the story portions of the game as well as a summary of story-related text in chronological order. Names and dialogue have been edited for easier reading. Scene locations are labeled using square brackets. I will be using default names for characters who can be renamed.

Part 5 – Harajuku:

[ Hospital ]

Masaki exits the Makai Gate on the roof of his school. Proceed to Shou’s room at the Hospital.

As Masaki enters the room…

Mr. Ougi: “That’s enough, Takaharu! We all know Masaki is to blame for Shou’s condition! There’s nothing he can do to make this right!”

Takaharu: “You’re wrong! Masaki didn’t hurt Shou, and he’s been helping me find a way to help her!”

Takaharu: “Masaki! Hurry—give Shou the cure!”

Masaki uses the cure on Shou and she wakes up.

Takaharu: “It worked!”

Shou: “What? Where am I?”

Shou: “I remember there was a monster… what happened?”

Masaki: “We were all really worried for you, Shou. I couldn’t stop that monster from attacking you, and you got hurt… I’m sorry.”

Shou: “No… I’m sorry. I didn’t listen when you told me it was dangerous. You did your best to protect me.”

Shou: “And then you gave me medicine to wake up—thank you!”

Masaki: “Thank your big brother, too! He was the one who found the medicine. We wouldn’t have been able to cure you without all his hard work.”

Takaharu: “Hey, don’t give me all the credit! I wouldn’t have been able to get it without your help, Masaki!”

Mr. Ougi: “Hmph. Shou’s recovered and that’s all that matters. All you kids go home now.”

Shou: “Bye-bye Masaki! Let’s play at my house, okay?”

Mr. Ougi: “…I guess you have my gratitude, Masaki. I don’t know why someone like you would help Takaharu, but I’ll accept it for now.”

They leave.

[ Harajuku Area ]

There is new dialogue available on the DeviPhone:

Franken/Parallel – Explains the DVDAS archive search function.

Setsuna – Says Takaharu has new information for Masaki.

Mirai – (the line is busy)

Takaharu – He found a Book of Raziel in Makai, that Masaki might be interested in having. He put it in the closet by his bed.

The NPCs in the area will comment on Shou’s recovery and are happy that Masaki was not the one who hurt Shou.

[ Ougi Residence ]

Masaki speaks to Takaharu’s mom:

Mrs. Ougi: “Hello Masaki! I can’t thank you enough for helping Shou! She’s in her room if you want to say hello.”

Mrs. Ougi: “By the way—Takaharu was trying to call you. Did you get his message?”

Masaki speaks to Shou in her room:

Shou: “Hi Masaki!”

Masaki: “Hey there, Shou! Are you feeling better?”

Shou: “Yup, thanks!”

Shou: “Hey… I had a really weird dream when I was asleep.”

Masaki: “Yeah?”

Shou: “Mm-hmm! In my dream…”

Flashback to Shou’s dream. A shadowy winged figure speaks to someone unknown:

???: “…we must kill the sleeping girl. Takaharu will blame her death on Masaki. His hatred for Masaki is essential for our plan to move forward.”

Returning to the present:

Masaki: “…their plan…”

Shou: “I don’t understand it, but… if the monsters make me go to sleep again, I don’t think you’ll be able to save me…”

Masaki: “Shit… now I’m really worried about Takaharu, too. Do you know where he is?”

Shou: “Daddy took Takaharu to his work building… they were both acting kinda weird.”

Masaki finds the Book of Raziel in Takaharu’s room:

“The stolen child and a boy from the past are held, guarded, within the forest. Fulfill the mother’s yearning to forge a new bond.”

[ Harajuku Tower ]

When Masaki tries to go further into the building, security guards stop him:

Security: “Hey, kid! You can’t be here!”

Takaharu: “Wait! Masaki!”

Masaki: “Takaharu! I’ve been looking for you! Is everything ok between you and your dad?”

Takaharu: “Well… he’s in a meeting with the Angels.”

Masaki: “Did you say Angels!? As in… what we’re dealing with?”

Takaharu: “Yeah… they’re discussing with him about how to best utilize my power as an Angel Child.”

Masaki: “How to ‘utilize’ your power? That sounds sus.”

Takaharu: “They’re leaving me out of the meeting. I have a really bad feeling about this, Masaki. You should leave before they notice you’re here.”

Takaharu goes back into the building. The security guards still prevent Masaki from investigating the building.

As Masaki exits Harajuku Tower, a frantic frost appears:

Frost: “Hee-Ho! Where is he, Ho!? I’m sure he went to Earth, Ho!”

Masaki: “You doing okay, little guy?”

Frost: “Hee! I found Masaki, Ho! Makai is in danger, Ho!”

Masaki: “Danger…? What happened?”

Frost: “King Frost was captured by Angels, Ho! They’re taking over Glacies Makai, Ho! Save us, Hee-Ho!”

[ Harajuku Elementary School – Makai Gate ]

As Masaki approaches the Gate, he is stopped:

???: “Aha ha ha! Just as I predicted—the Devil Child Masaki has appeared!”

Masaki: “And you are…?”

Uriel: “I am the great Angel Uriel. You shall meet your demise at my hands.”

Masaki: “Uh-huh. And before you do that, could you please explain to me how the Angels think I’m ‘interfering’ in their dumb plans or whatever?”

Uriel: “Your mere existence is an interference. The Angels aspire to create a world devoid of demons. Since the power of demons lives within you… you too shall be purged.”

Masaki: “It’s pretty fucked up that the Angels think committing genocide is a good idea. Are you seriously okay with that plan?”

Uriel: “The Angels are righteous in their decision. Nothing you say will sway us from our path. The Devils previously defied the wrath of Heaven with powers like yours, denying us our Armageddon.”

Uriel: “You will end your journey here. Come to me, soldiers!”

Boss fight versus Uriel. When Masaki wins:

Uriel: “……”

Uriel vanishes.

Masaki can now proceed to the Gate. He accesses the gate and is teleported back to Glacies Makai…

[ End of Part 5 ]

#Shin Megami Tensei #Shin Megami Tensei Devil Children #SMTDCgame #SMTDCWBGBC

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