#1000 knife attack . go somewhere

[cupiidzbow]

(in reference to last reblog) it’s legitimately so crazy how many nonblack people just start picking up aave without knowing what it means bc they saw other people do it or try to change its meaning into something else 😭😭 like bffr you don’t talk like that irl 😭😭 people try to say it’s “gen z language” “internet lingo” if you weren’t using it before in your everyday language maybe you shouldn’t be using it at all maybe!

[superanonymousthethird]

> that alone could prompt you walk through the castle carefully

I did look to the castle carefully, as much as I could, and then I had to find a YouTube video to see I've missed about 3 subparts of it, and later after competing the game I also noticed I didn't have one talisman that's located on the roof (I forgot the name. It's the jump attack one, I think). I also did completely miss Godwyn's face, if not for the YouTube video because it takes some 1000 IQ to understand there's something in that part.

> he's not interested in fighting

Which is why he left a summon sign at Margit, lol. What a pacifist.

Also, that isn't not a part of Godwyn's corpse! Godwyn's is buried *under the capital*. Stormveil is not the capital! His corpse is only in Deeproot depths and there's no clear answer about Stormveil's face, but the best guess is saying that Godwyn's corrupting the Erdtree's roots and growing pustules in the form of his eyes and face in catacombs ane under stormveil. Also, at this point of the story we didn't see Godwyn, we can't possibly tell that's *him*. No pose. No golden locks. No Fia to tell us it's Godwyn.

> Rogier moves to the Roundtable Hold

With no notification that there's apparently now a dude at the empty balcony area. I've found him waaaay later, when I just forgot he even existed. Gosh, just give a notification! "Talk to Rogier at the Roundtable Hold", or "There's a new arrival", or something!

> have to use your brain #1

I didn't talk to Rogier so I didn't know much about Godwyn, but I was an ultra simp for Fia so snuggling with her eventually lead to Rogier mentions and a black knife mention.

What also should get mentioned that ER is a massive game diluted with thousands of useless dungeons and even note-taking attempts didn't lead me to understanding wtf am I supposed to do quest-wise.

> Fia gives you a map

Only at that point the whole map is locked and she doesn't give us a tip that it's in *Lirunia*, and instead of, A MARKER, LIKE D DOES, It's some shitty drawing. Naturally, frustrated, I google it and find it's in Lirunia. Heading there then!

But before I go to Liurnia, personal story time...

What's also worth mentioning that in Limgrave there are lots of other NPC, and among them is Patches.

Patches sends me through a teleporter, so I've explored Siofra and forgot about it.

There's also Alexander who mentions a festival at Caelid. And before Alexander, there's the famous Agheel fight and guess what? A teleport to Caelid. So at this point I have Caelid unlocked and I somewhat explore it, find a shack with a dude who tells me about his daughter, run around the town since he mentioned she's beyond Celia (or, "in Cellia's surroundings" like my subs said), don't wish to go in a swamp since I don't like swamps. Kill a dragon. Find a girl. Don't find the needle. Melina offers me to go to the Roundtable. I agree. Oh, an at this trip I also find a dog that helps me kill Margit. Make a note to myself about some needle and a festival somewhere in Caelid. After killing Godrick and some Limgrave and Weeping Peninsula bosses I'm still incredibly curious about the needle, so I say fuck it and go to Reddit. Reddit graciously tells me it's at O'Neil. Kill O'Neil, give the needle, the girl goes on a journey. Where? Fuck knows there. I know I'd probably miss the location, and another trip to Reddit tells me about the summon sign in through coward's passage.

To Liurnia then. Liurnia proves to be ultra massive and boring. There's a dude who wants a key. Make a note to find the key and give it to him, and then find a second key to use for myself, because I'm sure I'll screw the quest the other way.

Liurnia looks like there's 3 sides I can explore, the right, middle and left one which is ultra annoying. In Caelid you can basically go the main road around the swamp and won't miss anything, Lirunia requires you to start over three or four several times and go forward from each side.

Decide "fuck this" and just ride forward the middle way 'till I climb higher, kill Makar and go to Altus. Shit my pants at Lanseax, say hi to the girl, turn left and then go "Oh, a mariner, he's ea-", shit my pants the second time as I get one shot by a beam.

Well, fuck that, too high leveled for me. The road seems to go forward. Therefore, Caelid should be explored first, since it's next to Limgrave and I've already killed two bosses there. Oh, an Alexander should be there too. Find a castle and a teleporter. Go to a festival. Meet Blaidd for the first time. Kill Radahn. Go back to Limgrave because Reddit mentioned Kenneth or smth. Or maybe I just remembered he existed. There's a massive hole in the ground. Go there. Kill myself. Take my clone with me. Seems it.

Go back to Liurnia, since it's not explored. Decide to take the left route now. Find Iji, find Ranni. Tell her what Rogier told me. Return to him. Rogier tells to serve Ranni. Do that. She goes "oh yeah you're the one who killed Radahn, say hi to Iji and Seluvis". Also explore and find Seluvis. Google because I don't want to screw this up and learn about the potion's usages. Decide to do later.

Explore the righ path, do Hyetta (mostly. Until there's that one part where you have to talk to her twice for some reason, so I loose sight of her and forget about her). Find the knife, give to Fia, talk to Rogier.

Fia dissapears, I'm ultra desperate for the touch of a woman so I get my ass torn by gargoyles until I'm reunited with her. Need the mark from Ranni again. Great!

Put off that for now, do the middle Liurnia, find Varré, do his thing, get kicked by Mohg, still don't do the Academy because I suspect there should be a second key, go to Altus, find the shard, say fuck that and go to Renalla, google what I've missed, find about Yura's fucking summon sign, do that, then at Altus get the tear. Kill Mohg. After doing some Altus stuff with the mix of exploring and googling find Dung Eater and give him a potion. Give Ranni the potion. She murders me. I still need her for Fia, and google reveals that absolution works. Give the bitch the blade, say goodbye, find the mark for Fia, go to Fia, seems obvious.

APPARENTLY, THERE'S NOW A RISE OPENED.

Also, I did notice D dying but I didn't see that Rogier died. I think he either was sleeping or I forgot about him.

Somehow find the rise. I don't remember if it was luck, google or brains.

Find a doll. At that point I hear some stuff about that on Reddit so talk to her.

There's no description of "Perhaps it can be talked to?", no notification like the black orb pulsating in DS1. WHO SAYS THAT I NEED TO *SIT AT THAT PLACE*?..

Also, talk. "...". Talk again "...". THEN, CLEARLY, IT'S USELESS FOR NOW, the response is the same, therefore end of dialogue.

And this is a localization issue, in the japanese it's "..." for the first attempt and "......." for the second that gives an impression that there's something different and you have to try more.

Do the rest of the thing. "Tell Blaidd and Iji I love them" - I don't fucking know where Blaidd is, I saw him ONE TIME, you didn't even tell me to meet him, Ranni! I also didn't take that literally. At the end of the game while tidying up everything and googling find Iji and laughs at how he's like "it's my time" and suddenly absurdly dies after a reloading. The death is absurd due to the black flame (apostles???), black knifes (either Ranni sent them, or the black knives are pissed due to her betraying them, in any case she's an asshole).

I think I did marry Ranni by the time I was at the Haligtree because through Reddit I found I need that sword for the achievement.

There's no notification about the dialogue in her tower, but I hate Ranni with my whole being, so I don't care about that.

How am I supposed to figure out these damn quests? Part 1: The night of Ranni Stabbing Her Brother

Spoilers Ahead

Your adventure begins with stormveil castle, where you meet Rogier, that guy who could help you beat Margit earlier. He explains to you that he's looking for something unrelated to the whole Godrick thing, he is not interested in fighting at all. That alone might prompt you to look through the castle carefully and find the part of Goldwyn's corpse. You can find a talisman, with the item description that reads:

"It is said that this pustule came from the visage of the Prince of Death, he who used to be called Godwyn. As First Dead of the demigods, it's said he's buried deep under the capital, at the Erdtree's roots."

Don't worry, you don't have to read it to complete the questline! This is just a description that confirms that what you've found is in fact a part of Godwyn's corpse. After completing the castle, Rogier moves to the Roundtable Hold. You can ask him about the corpse, and he tells you about the Night of the Black Knives.

The moment where you have to use your brain #1: You have to make a connection in your head that Godwyn is the first of the dead demigods, and Fia is a deathbed companion, so you can talk to her for more information. Or just make a habit of talking to everyone about everything all the time and you will understand that Fia and Rogier are connected. Fia talks about Rogier and your investigation into Godwyn's death. And she gives you a Knifeprint clue — a literal map to where you have to go next, but more importantly, a thing that will prompt you to look through Black Knife Catacombs more carefully to find the Illusory wall that hides the knifeprint. If you bring it to Rogier and talk to him and Fia, you will get your next objective: find Lunar Princess Ranni in the Caria Manor. It's a fairly difficult area to miss, it's one of the bigger spots on the map, not to mention all the reminders of Carian royal family in the Raya Lucaria academy.

When you walk up to Ranni, the usual "No reason" dialogue option switches to "I know you killed Godwyn" and she confesses to murder immediately, after which she tells you to fuck off. You hit a roadblock and return to Rogier, telling him everything about Ranni and the fact that she has thrown the cursemark away. Then Rogier tells you to follow Ranni's questline so she reveals the location of the cursemark to you. And so you do.

Ranni's quest is really straightforward, but you still must make a habit of talking to everyone all the time. Also somewhere around that time, Rogier falls asleep at the same time as Ranni.

Ghost Blaidd tells you that he's at the Siofra River looking for a way to get to Nokron. You may complete the area if you want to, but it's optional and it's not the correct way anyway. Next there are two ways to figure out that you have to kill Radahn. You either follow Alexander's questline, go to the Redmane Castle, and find Jerren there, who tells you that he's friends with Iji, or you proceed with Sellen's questline, talk to Seluvis and he tells you to kill Radahn. Or you can skip both of those and just kill Radahn on your own by just exploring the place. This is the moment where the questline stops holding your hand, but it's also the one that is difficult to skip, because bruh it's general Radahn how can you skip that motherfucker.

After killing Radahn, you can proceed with the questline. You explore the newly available area of Nokron and eventually find the Treasure of Nights Sacred Ground that Ranni told you about. After returning to Ranni, she tells you exactly where to find her corpse and the cursemark and gives you the key item to do it. Somewhere along this quest Rogier dies, and Fia asks you to give the Weathered Dagger to somebody. If you listened to Rogier's dialogue about D, there can be no mistake about who the dagger belongs to. D disappears and if you look through the Roundtable Hold (or just notice the newly opened door near the blacksmith that you visit really often), you will find Fia. And she disappears.

How am I supposed to figure out where I have to go next!???

Upon dying, Rogier leaves you a letter that reads:

"I forgot to tell you, but it seems D has a younger brother.

I heard he lies in a deep sleep in the aqueduct beside The Eternal City of Nokron.

And it's said he stood before the Prince of Death not far beyond that spot."

Which gives you a clue towards where you're supposed to go next. You explore Nokron some more and find the Gargoyles and D's younger brother. There you can give him his armour, which may or may not bring unforseen consequences. He's optional though. What you need is to kill the Gargoyles. And after they die, you can use the coffin to get to the last area of Fia's questline. You complete it to it's logical end, and Fia asks you to get the second cursemark. You might already have it, but if you don't, you will instantly remember what Ranni told you. After giving Fia the cursemark, her quest reaches the conclusion.

Let's return to Ranni. How are you supposed to figure out what to do? There are two ways to stumble upon the continuation of her questline. You either find another coffin in the Deeproot Depths that is really obvious, and besides you're no stranger to using coffins as transportation anymore.

Or...

The moment where you have to use your brain #2:

You can figure out that when Ranni leaves the area, the third rise that was sealed before opens up. It's not that hard of a connection to make, that's how I did it on my first playthrough anyway. You will find a waygate to the upper Ainsel River area, where you find the doll, which you can talk to at any site of grace in the area. She is unresponsive at first, but if you're persistent (or a real dogged fellow) she will talk to you. She explains to you where you should go and what you should do. After that the questline is fairly straightforward. You complete the area and kill the Baleful Shadow. After that you get the key, the item description says:

"A key discarded by Lunar Princess Ranni alongside her very flesh.

Opens a treasure chest passed down to Carian Princesses.

It is said to be found in the Grand Library of Raya Lucaria with her mother Rennala."

And most importantly Ranni asks you to tell Blaidd and Iji that she loves them. I don't know what kinda person you are if you don't go and do that immediately. Unfortunately it's impossible, though. You talk to Iji, and he tells you that Blaidd went insane. You go back to Ranni's rise and find Blaidd. You fight him and return to Iji to tell him the bad news, only to find him dead as well. That concludes their questlines.

After all of that you go get the ring, complete the lake of rot, kill astel, proceed to the Moonlight Altar, and finally marry your doll waifu just like your favourite character German the First Hunter form a hit video game by Hidetaka Miyazaki Bloodborne (2015).

"How am I supposed to figure out those damn quests?"

Listen to what the characters are telling you, read the descriptions of items that you find along the way, and explore the areas. The game rewards you for being curious, not for completing tasks.

That concludes the part one. What quest should I do next? Tell me in the tags. Have a good one!

[apples-r-rubbish]

John (11 x reader) Part 1

Summary: The doctor was being tracked. So he decided to become John to blend into a small town. It would only be 6 months he said. Word count: 3.4k Warnings: violence mention and knives and angst  AN: Hi! First fic ever uploaded to tumblr so I’m excited. Hopefully this is good and isn’t too long. Part 2 and 3 should be up soon. Hope you like it!! Also I wrote the reader as female in this so sorry, I’m going to try to be more inclusive in later fics :,)

It had been 2 years, 3 months and 16 days since you’d all arrived in the 1920s, in a quaint little village in the south. You had also been told it would be a maximum of 6 months you would spend here, and boy, how the Doctor was wrong. He was being hunted, by a species that wanted to harvest timelord energy so they could learn to regenerate. So he’d picked a random village and a random time period, given you all jobs, and rewritten his own biology in an attempt to stay safe.

“I’m going undercover as a human, I’m rewriting my genetic code to stay safe, everything non-human about me will be held in this watch, and hidden somewhere linked to me, there will be another fake one hidden with me or on the TARDIS. I won’t recognise it, I’ll barely acknowledge it, or just enough to the point where fake me won’t think there’s anything off about it.” He explained slotting the watch into a rather aggressive looking head contraption, and throwing a device at Amy “I’m becoming John Smith, a history teacher at a local grammar school, Amy and Rory, your job is to track the thing, it has a unique energy signature with that device. Rory you work in the local hospital and Amy you work in a shop. (Y/N), your job is to keep an eye out for me, make sure John doesn’t do anything ridiculous, or fall in love or in a deep hole he can’t get out of. You’re the secretary at the grammar school,”

You cringed at memories as you sat in bed. Thinking over the last 2 years and everything that had happened since, it was all a distant memory now.

“The TARDIS will be in an emergency state if you need her. I won’t know you or remember you. It’s to keep you safe and for your own good. It’ll be six months, at maximum, nothing to worry about, Ponds, (L/N),” he smiled cautiously as he put the device on his head. The thing connected as he screamed, and shook, the agony in face unbearable. 

Eventually, you decided you had to get up so you didn’t lose your job, you put on a dress, strapped a cautionary knife to your leg for protection along with the sonic screwdriver so you knew it wouldn’t fall into the wrong hands or  just in case the thing decided to attack today. You walked to the school. The village was fairly spread out but with limited people, less than 1000 people, everyone knew at least something about everyone apart from the few of you that had been welcomed two years prior. God how you missed Uber, and being able to go on regular runs without judgement. 

When you arrived you stored your coat and bag in a storage room, making polite conversation with your coworkers in your office. John wandered in and smiled at you. “Hello, Miss (L/N), how are you doing today?” He was more posh in this version of himself, he sounded southern and as if he had been educated at the grammar school years prior. 

“I’m very well, sir, just a little tired today. How about yourself?” You had also taken this time as an opportunity to sound more from the time period, to blend in and look more authentic compared to your back story that was full of holes. 

“Good good, sounds like you need more sleep-” He paused upon realising the implications of his words “I- I didn’t mean anything like that, I meant perhaps-” He was like this a lot, he stumbled over himself. Not as confident as the doctor in far too many areas. “Nevermind, Mr Smith, I knew what you meant. What did you come in here for?” you lips pursed together, when he had his memories back you were going to slap him so painfully hard he’d regenerate. He may have had the doctor’s face however, he was not him. Maybe this version of the doctor had taken a liking to you, more than the actual Doctor ever would. You had to stick close to him so you allowed it, although it was painful at points seeing a man you had fallen in love with, finally acknowledge your existence as someone else.

“I needed to check the staff file and I just wanted to chat with you.” So you talked for a while. 

The school day went by relatively smoothly apart from a student vomiting in the hallway, and two students almost getting into a fight, everything seemed standard, as the previous 837 days had. Nothing new. Nothing out of the ordinary.

The village was small and were grateful for that, all the shops were local and the furthest house was a 45 minute walk away. Ultimately, you had decided to visit Amy and Rory as you did most nights as they understood the pain you were going through, trapped away from your time period without your family, and closest friend, whilst also being tracked by an alien. 

“-and then he looked at me and said I needed to get more sleep,” You said between sips of wine and painful laughs

“I can’t believe he struggles with social interaction more as an actual human rather than a timelord,” Amy laughed, this was the tradition, when Rory was working the nightshift, one of you would visit the other, and you’d laugh and drink together.

“At least you get to see him consistently,” Amy added, “We barely do. Rory sees him maybe once every few weeks down at the pub, and I see him when he comes into the shop or at the hall. You at least consistently know he’s safe and happy,”

“Yeah but it’s not exactly him is it. It’s like you see a picture of someone before you know them, like you can acknowledge it’s them but they’re just missing the odd piece to them, like the smile isn’t quite wide enough or their hair is parted differently. It’s a version of him, without him. Without the timelordy, alieny bits,” 

“Maybe so, but it’s something, and we don’t have a lot else right now,”

“God, I can’t wait to wear pants and jeans when we get back to our time,” You said standing and embracing Amy in a warm hug “I need to go home and get some sleep, long day tomorrow, my turn to check. Thanks for having me, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

When you had arrived home, that's when you saw him, a boy from the school outside your door, mindlessly staring through one of your windows.

“Edward Gray, dear? Are you alright? What are you doing here?” You asked panic rising quietly through you

Seemingly snapping out of his trance “Huh? Nothing Miss, I must’ve got a bit lost and confused, that’s all,” He said rubbing his temples, the expression he gave you didn’t reach his eyes, as if he was struggling to believe the words himself. 

“You might want to get home, make sure your mother knows you're safe. We don’t want her up worrying all night now do we? Run along dear,” You said as you unlocked your house and he turned and ran. 

You settled into bed for the night, pulling out a notebook and writing down bits from your previous adventures you could remember, it wasn’t for Amy and Rory you would've been doubting the validity of your stories and doubting that the alien had even existed at all, and wasn’t just a random man from your work who paid attention to you, smiled at your jokes, and whose eyes were full of mystery.

More dreams, more memories, more days. You woke up with a jump, your alarm surprising you. More morning rituals. Breakfast, check. Shower and brushed teeth, check. Dressed, check. Knife, check. Sonic, check. It was a friday so it was your turn to check the TARDIS. It was abandoned in a shed in one of the in one of the many fields surrounding the village that had long been forgotten. She wheezed slightly when you entered, a half asleep acknowledgment of someone else’s company.

“Hello dear, I’ve missed you too,” You said in response, a tinge of sadness in your voice, another sleep wheeze escaped from the console. You replayed the message the doctor had given you. He animatedly explained all the points, once again, like clockwork: village, 20s, hunted, six months, keep watch, pears, stay safe, teaching, secretary, shop, six months. Nothing had changed, you kept quietly wishing for the audio to alter, or the video to change, it never did. It was still the same video, and your alien bestfriend promised 6 months and nothing more.

Somehow, you had managed to arrive early to work. The majority of your colleagues had not yet arrived. In moments like this you had begun reading in classrooms, specifically, John’s. There was something comforting about it, perhaps it was the doctor’s energy. Quiet times like this helped usually, sometimes they made the situation worse, the silence was sometimes unbearable as thoughts of your future life rumbled around your head. You had positioned yourself near a window and pulled out a copy of the Great Gatsby. Whilst you were engrossed in your book, the door opened silently, John slipping in without you noticing

“Miss (L/N)? What are you doing here?” He whispered, his eyes staring deep into your soul, at times like this, he was almost the doctor. You jumped, the sudden noise surprising you

“Ah, sorry, John, dear. I was just reading, I had a bit of time before the day began,” You started 

“It’s alright, no need to apologize. What are you reading?’

“Mr Fitzgerald’s new book, I have heard nothing but good things,” 

“Ah, I prefer the classics, great expectations and such.” Even as a human he was still so much of the doctor. 

You stood up suddenly “Anyway, I need to go. I have my duties to attend to.”

John rambled “Stay! If you want to- I mean- if you would like you can stay here and read, I don’t mind and I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind, I’ll convince them it was my idea. even though it was anyway,”

You considered it for a brief moment, you shook your head, “I can’t, I have particularly busy day,”

“At least let me walk you home tonight then, if you’re busy throughout the day. I enjoy your company,” he said with a wink and then he caught himself and looked shocked that he had actually just done that.

“Fine. I finish at 5. But you must know the neighbours will talk,” You said in attempt to deter him

“Oh, let them, this small town loves gossip,” John smiled in a very doctorish manner. You nodded slightly. A small smile graced your lips, a tinge of sadness in your eyes, you prayed he wouldn't notice as you turned to leave the room. You didn’t see him silently stick his hand out in an attempt to comfort you, over feelings he would have no concept of. John Smith and his small smiles and sweet talk would be the death of you. The Almost Doctor. So close yet, so far out of reach.

You had the trouble of organising staff schedules that week and planning and writing assemblies for other teachers, you didn’t mind though it kept you busy. 

“(Y/N), did you hear Edward Gray hasn’t shown up today,” One of your colleagues Mrs. Price had said, she was elderly woman, her hair greying slightly, her glasses rested on a chain that was always around your neck

“That’s peculiar, he was outside my house last night,” You began as you explained to the other woman. She sat in an awkward silence afterwards.

“According to his mother, he did get home ok, he just came in this morning. Must’ve just decided he wanted to wander the woods for a break,” She said with a nervous laugh and you followed suit before going back to clicking away at your typewriter. 

The day eventually ended at 5pm as you said a brief weekly farewell to the other office staff members before heading to the front of the building. John Smith was stood at the front he gave you a wide small and small wave that you returned

“Mr Smith,” You said with a smile as you approached him

“Miss (L/N).”

On the way home, you chatted about anything and everything, you trying to fix the holes in your double life story, and the chameleon arch filling in the gaps in his. You were simply two half strangers sharing half truths with one another. If the Doctor were actually here he’d laugh. Occasionally, neighbours would nod their heads towards you in acknowledgment, none of them stopping to talk. One neighbor seemed off, you believed his name was Mr Roscoe and he was an older man from the village. He made intense eye contact with you both before bumping into the doctor aggressively, squaring up to him.

“Timelord, your days will soon be up. We will have your secrets soon enough,” Roscoe hissed. Adrenaline pumped through your veins, you pulled the knife from your leg and pointed it at Mr Roscoe’s throat. 

“Good, God Miss (L/N), where did you- what’s going on? Why do you have a knife?” John stammered the chameleon arch kicking into overdrive. 

“Shut up,” You snapped, he opened his mouth to speak, he decided against it, then closed it again. You turned your attention back to the older gentleman, “Leave him be. He is not what you are after. This is your final warning, approach any of us again and this knife is going right in one of your vital organs. Clear? Or will I have to do it as a warning?” You snarled anger rising with each word edging the knife close to the man as you waved it for emphasis.

“Crystal,” The man replied, void of tone. Before turning and walking away sending a sharp glare in your direction as he wandered off

“Do you mind if we visit your house instead I have a phone call to make?” You asked the knife away, smiling and acting like nothing had occurred, slipping your arm back around John’s. John simply stammered in agreement, still not entirely grasping the intensity of the situation.

John’s house was rather large for him, he’d claimed it was far too big for one person and that he ought to let it out, but it was close to his job and he could afford it and that he also preferred his own company. 

You waited until he left his kitchen to call Amy,

“Hello, this is Amelia Williams,” She chimed

“Red, wolf, now,” You said breathlessly, it was code, you had invented, between the three of you, if people were around that couldn’t know about the predicaments you faced, such as John you would use it. Red was danger, wolf was alien.  She breathed a curse into the phone

“You’re safe, I presume, stay that way and with him, time to locate the pin and the needle,” more code, you simply said a quiet yet nervous ‘yes’ into the phone. The pin being the watch, the needle being a decoy.

“What about your job? 2 years, wolf tracking was up to you,” You hissed

“I’m sorry. I think the battery died long ago, we have no idea how to charge it even with the TARDIS. Plus, he never gave us an explanation of how to use it,” You mumbled a brief apology for hissing and hung up, after she had made sure you were fine, in the overly complex code, you former companions shared. 

“What was that about?” John asked reentering the kitchen and breaking you from your thoughts holding some glasses, a bottle and packet of cigarettes. “Sorry, just a small code with a code with a friend, letting her know I’m safe and with a friend incase she gets worried or tries to visit,” You explained quickly

He smiled at that, maybe he had bought it, maybe not, “You’re so intelligent.” He breathed half to himself, half to you “Come on time for a smoke and a drink to calm us down after that, erm, experience,” 

You sat next to eachother on one of the few steps that led to his garden. “So why do you carry a knife?” Was the first question out of his mouth after he’d poured drinks

“An old friend, he had some issues, told me to protect myself, I just felt I needed to make sure I was safe,” You replied simply, “And I hate guns, so a knife had to do,”

“In the 2 years I have known you, (Y/N), I’ve learnt very little about you, other than today.” He sighed 

“You don’t need to know a lot, there’s not a lot I can tell you really, a fairly ordinary life,” 

“Do you smoke?” He said offering you the box, with a smile you accepted one and lit it, 

“Not often, we’ll have to share this one, I can’t handle full ones this late.” You passed it back to him “my friend wouldn’t approve so I try to not,” 

“Well you have to make your own decisions,”

“He wouldn’t approve of you offering, I mean” You corrected “Also maybe not me accepting,” 

“I need to tell you something,” He began, “I have these dreams- and they’re about the future and they involve you and that quiet couple from the village. We travel to other worlds and I’m from another planet and we try to save people.  And it matches some of what Mr Roscoe had said. How crazy is that?”

Shit. You hadn’t considered dreams “Well ultimately dreams are the subconscious filling the space so I would imagine it is perfectly normal thing to dream. And as for Mr Roscoe, he’s a confused old man, I doubt he even realised what he said, John,” You laughed nervously, the chameleon arch had already started fixing the damage

“You can stay overnight, if you’d like I have a guest bedroom set up and some spare toiletries, just so you’re not worried about getting home. Mr Roscoe put the fear of God in us earlier and I wouldn’t like that to happen again, especially if you’re walking home” Even now, when he wasn’t himself, he was still unbelievably kind.

“Ok, then I’ll stay,” You nodded, you did not want another Edward Gray situation

“So this friend of yours. Would he approve of you staying the night? Does he approve of much? It certainly doesn’t seem it,”

“Perhaps he would. Maybe with you, maybe not, it's difficult to say. He doesn’t approve of much and yet many things. Kindness and eccentricity are two things he absolutely loves. He’s a good man, a kind man,” You tried to explain, taking the cig back “He’s a pacifist. And when he smiles the stars seem to align. We travel together. Or rather we used to before I settled here. I’m waiting for him to come back.”

“Oh are you and him-”

“Uh, no, absolutely not. I did see him like that, he did not see me that way. He has no reason to, he carries the stars with him and the world on his shoulders. He’s got enough to worry about without me,” you stated, a small tear slipping from your eyes, John wiped it away quickly , taking the cigarette back and finishing it

“I mean, perhaps he could, view you like that. If I were him and I know I could never be, I wouldn’t hesitate. You’re wonderful, kind and beautiful, intelligent and astonishingly brave,” John smiled “and if he can’t see that, I’m sure someone else will.” 

The silence after his words was comfortable. You didn’t quite expect it. The ferocious love in his voice, the warmth and kindness. It seemed so disjointed from the normal, nervous and awkward John. You rested your head against him, a form of acceptance to his words. He wrapped his long since abandoned jacket around you, along with his arm, trying to shield you from the cold. The drinks had been finished a while,  and cigarettes long since burned to ash. You stayed that way for a while, at least in that hidden moment you could pretend it was him and that things weren’t about to turn terrible. At least you had now and the steps in his garden long after dark.

PART 2

[zippdementia]

Part 94 Alignment May Vary: A Clashing of Fates

The Mountain loomed in the background, the mighty Jarlberg. The armies of the New Alliance, made up of a conglomeration of races from elves to ice barbarians to the common people of the Sword Coast, marched through the ice and snow, chanting battle cries to keep their spirits high. They felt a mighty army, but the sight of the Mountain caused a shiver to run through their ranks. 

The Mountain seemed a god fallen to earth. Around it a black cloud swirled, and as they drew closer they could all see it was no cloud, but winged demons. Two flanks of armed foes stood on either side of the mountain, ready to flank their army. The Yuan Ti were arranged on the left, and it seemed the entire race was present. Imoaza could not see the leader, but she knew that somewhere in that mass was her son, Xaxus, whose name meant “The Serpent Who Would Eat the World.” 

To the right were the Undead, a huge number of them, all the Undead that had attacked Vraath Keep, bolstered to twice that number by all those who had died in that battle. Leading them was a giant of a woman, dead as the rest, but filled with more rage. She wore a bloodstained mask, and Milosh recognized her. It was Sierra, wearing the mask that seemed to transform her into a more powerful fighter. Karina would have known the mask: it long ago had been worn by Shando to make him El Ultimo Santo. 

With a mighty cry, the two armies, both made up of former friends, former foes, and even family, began to advance.

This is a massive battle. On the one side is Abenthy’s army, made up of over 6000 undead, 2300 Yuan Ti, 1000 Demons, and nearly 1000 monsters deserted from the Vraath Keep forces. They have champions, as well. Sierra, wearing the mask of El Ultimo Santo, leads her fellow undead. A Balor has been summoned from the Abyss to assist Abenthy with bringing the realm of Chaos into the physical plane. It leads the demons, all of them flying units. Xaxus leads the Yuan Ti, and there are a couple of other special units yet hidden. Directing it all is the will of the Three Who Are One, having taken Abenthy’s form. He does not seem to be present, but his power moves this armies like pawns on a board.

The New Alliance is only half the size of Abenthy’s army.  Comander Feluver leads it, and has brought a contingent of 2000 wood elves. Waterdeep, followers of Karina, and Baldur’s Gate refugees add another 3000 to this number. The tribe of Ice Barbarians has helped prepare the army for fighting in the snow, while adding 55 of their own number to the fight. And finally, 15 adult dragons, three each from the metallic colors, have come to add their prodigious might to the battle.

What the Alliance lacks in numbers, it makes up in legendary heroes. Immerstal the Red is here, lending his fire magic. Verrick comes with all the power of a death knight, bound to Milosh. Breath Giver has become the leader of Watergate and wields the power of the Blackstaff. Her brother, Orcaheart, is a mighty Ice Barbarian warrior who once (as he reminds him) beat Milosh in a one-on-one combat... with a little help from his sister. Hecate is poised like a knife at the heart of the Yuan Ti, hidden among their ranks and unsuspected in her treachery. Daymos and Jade are present, not fighting, but using their psychic energy to disrupt Abenthy’s control over his army. And of course the PCs themselves: Imoaza the Yuan Ti Weave Seer and Warlock; Milosh the Half Orc Mercenary from another world, choosen by Primus himself to be a champion of order; and Carrick, human Paladin of Primus, infused with the knowledge and wisdom of the Surveyor.

The idea for this combat was inspired by Tyranny of Dragons. I never was satisfied with how the final battle in that campaign is described. The DM is just sort of left to “figure it out” and all the promise that PC actions were going to matter and have a mechanical impact are left behind. It’s a little better written in the rerelease of the campaign, but the major issue is still not resolved: no good mechanics are given to help simulate a battle of the proportions described. 

So to play out this combat, I wanted to fix that problem. I turned to DMs Guild and read a number of mass combat rules, including old 1st Edition D&D rules written by Gary Gygax himself. Most did not meet muster. They were either too complex or clunky, or too nebulous.

But then I found the aptly named “Simple Mass Combat Rules” by Christopher Heatherington. As of this writing, Chris has only done one other release on DM’s Guild, but I know he’s active because he responded to my praise for his Mass Combat Rules. I want to repeat that praise here, and encourage anyone who ever wants to run a mighty army vs army battle in D&D to use these rules. They are good enough I think Wizards of the Coast should officially adopt them.

I won’t go into the details of the rules here, except to say that basically every creature in an army adds to its value, and those values are compared to figure out how much “life” each army has. The higher value army always has 20 life, and the lesser value army has life equal to a percentage of that, based on their army’s power (in this case, 15 for the New Alliance). Each round essentially comes down to two rolls. One is a commander’s roll, to compare how well each army fights. Another is a morale roll, to see if either army breaks its spirit. Affecting these rolls with pluses and minuses are the actions of the PCs, who get to direct the armies and take actions themselves in combat. The focus stays very macro, so you aren’t usually running individual combats (though you can, if you feel it is a key moment).

Below, I’ll take you through the major steps of our battle, and describe how it all plays out.

The First Clash

The Yuan Ti army stays where it is, but the Undead march forward to meet the New Alliance. The PCs work to come up with a plan of attack with Breath Giver and Comander Feluver. They decide to send the Waterdhavians charging against the Yuan Ti, while the Elves and the rest of the Alliance will try to destroy the Undead. Verrick and Orcaheart are assigned the task of taking down Sierra, which they grimly (Verrick) and excitedly (Orcaheart) accept. Immerstal and Milosh lead the charge against the rest of the undead, keeping the troops in line and their morale high. Carrick hangs back with Breathgiver, assisting as medics on the field.

The first clash against the undead El Ultimo Santo has all the intensity of a raging inferno. A circle in the middle of the armies is formed, as even the fearless undead pull away from the raw destructive power of the battle. El Santo is a beast of pure reckless force, crater the icy ground with each blow of her maul like fists. Verrick wields all the unholy might of a Death Knight, and brings it against Santo, sending waves of necrotic energy spiraling around them, refreezing the slush that their boots make of the arena. Faced with such power, it is impressive that Orcaheart shows no fear and holds his own ground, picking the perfect moments to move in and strike against El Ultimo, while she is distracted by Verrick’s furious blows. After a half hour of fighting, the three are still locked in deadly combat.

Meanwhile, the Waterdhavians advance upon the Yuan Ti, but this seems to have been predicted by the clever snake people. They send hails of arrows and blasts of powerful magic raining down on the hapless army. Still, the Waterdhavians charge, seemingly into a suicide run.

However, there is a method to this. The distraction caused by their rush has allowed one very special person to leave the main army and travel undetected across the snow at high speed, using her mastery of the weave to disguise her presence. Invisible, Imoaza steals across the ice, until she is behind the Yuan Ti army. Then, dropping her spell, she assumes the appearance of a non-descript Yuan Ti warrior and blends in with the mighty army, seeking her son, and vengeance.

Mortal Combat

With battle broken upon the two armies, Abenthy seizes the advantage early on. The Waterdhavians are getting crushed under the ranged might of the Yuant ti and their magic. Imoaza has merged with the Yuan Ti army, but pressing through to find Xaxus is like trying to dig through solid rock with your fingernails. The Yuan Ti stand tightly packed and are observant of anything breaking the order. Imoaza has to be careful, but she also needs to be quick: the Waterdhavians are suffering more death every second. Each moment she delays is a moment of failure.

While Imoaza seeks to complete her secret mission, Abenthy moves two assets into position on the field. The demons break off from their perches on the mountaintop and fly towards the main Alliance army, seeking to rain fire and death upon it. They are met mid air by the Allied Dragons, who tear through the demons with mighty blasts of their breath weapons and flashes of claw and tooth. A group of the demons breaks away and lands at the back of the Alliance, led by the leader of the demons, a mighty Balor known only as The Forgotten Death. Milosh and Carrick and Breathgiver come together to lead the rear defense, but the undead are closing in from the front. Immerstal adds his mighty magic to the fray as well.

While all this is going on, Abenthy send his second asset into the field on a secret mission of its own. It is a mighty Dracolich, and it soars silently towards the Alliance headquarters, where it hopes to find the source of the psychic power holding him back: Daymos and Jade. It will easily eliminate the two distracted psychics.

But before it can reach its goal, a mighty roar of sadness splits the sky as the Bronze Dragon Argent, the PC’s companion and mount since the adventure on the Moving Ice, spots the Dracolich and recognizes its essence. It is his mother, the Bronze Dragon Sauros, who so long ago promised aid to Karina and was eventually slain by the Red Hand. Argent, wailing with sorrow, turns from the battle against the demons and flies at his mother, determined to end her suffering. The two dragons clash mid air and begin a deadly, sorrowful dance.

In the midst of these developments, Verrick and Orcaheart finally deliver the killing blow to El Ultimate Santo, though Orcaheart takes a mighty blow, crushing his lower spine, to leave the great beast open. Verrick kills Santo and as he falls, his mask splits in two and Sierra, her undead body broken, is released from his hold over her soul. Santo makes one last statement: “Finally, El Ultimo Santo may go to his rest.” Then the mask falls into dust and soon is lost amidst the snow. Both Sierra and the long suffering soul of El Santo find their rest.

Desperate Measures

With El Ultimo slain, Carrick and Milosh realize they have to press their advantage. However, the undead have no fear. The death of their greatest warrior does nothing except leave them free to attack the ailing Verrick and the downed Orcaheart. MIlosh pulls the two out of the conflict and gets them to safety, fighting off hordes of the undead to break through to the Alliance camp.

“Brother!” Breathgiver ran out of a large pavilion as the soldiers carried the limp form of Orcaheart into the camp. She rushed to his side and took his huge hand in her tiny one.

“Sister,” Orcaheart said, his voice thick with pain. “I have fought the battle of my lifetime and I fear it is to be my last. Do not cry, you need to be a leader now. You are the Blackstaff.”

“I am also still your sister,” she said, angrily wiping the tears from her face. “And it is not your time. There is still work to be done.”

Breathgiver summoned her powers and laid her hands upon Orcaheart. He gasped as the pain was torn from him, as wounds closed and bones mended. He moved his legs slightly. Breathgiver bent and kissed him on the forehead.

“Your fighting days are over,” she said. “That much is true. You will walk, but stiffly, and will never be able to match another in combat as you once did. But there is more to life than fighting, brother. When this battle is over, peace will reign, and I will need your strength by my side to help me rule.”

Orcaheart looked at Milosh, who had dragged him from the fight. “Go,” he said. “You are the only one to have ever defeated Orcaheart in a fight. Now your friend needs your sword arm at his side. Alas, my sister speaks wisdom. I can do no more for you in this battle.”

While this is happening, Carrick is still behind in the mass of swelling undead and Milosh plunges back into the fray to try to reach him, Verrick following him as his bound companion. The three end up separated, fending off wave after wave of the undead, slowly losing their own fighters to the horde. Finally they all end up reunited, back to back, each covered in the blood of the slain.

“They are growing in numbers!” Carrick calls out.

“Our own allies are swelling their ranks,” Milosh answers.

But that isn’t all of it. Carrick reaches out with his divine granted senses and realizes that the army is being restocked continuously by a host of corpse flowers, the disgusting plant like undead that destroyed the Witchwood. He tells Milosh of his discovery, and the two realize that they must take what remains of their army and do everything they can to reach and destroy the Corpse Flowers.

“I will make an opening for you,” Verrick says, and plunges into the middle of the horde.

Milosh looks up and sees dragons falling from the sky, their wings burned to a crisp. The demons screech insanely.

“We are out of time,” Milosh says.

While all this is going on, finally Imoaza finds what she is looking for. Xaxus sits upon a palanquin set astride a mighty Tyranasaur-like creature, long bodied and long tailed, with a face mostly made up of teeth. At his side stands Hecate, seeming completely subservient.

Imoaza thinks fast. “A message from the front,” she cried out, getting Xaxus’ notice. “The One who is Three sends new orders.” Xaxus ushers Imoaza, not recognizing her in her disguise, up onto his platform to give him the news directly. Hecate’s eyes widen, and Imoaza realizes that she, somehow, has realized who she is.

“What is the message?” Xaxus asks.

Imoaza leans close. "Thank you for bringing me my army." 

For a moment, she drops the disguise. Xaxus’ face pales as he recognizes his long lost mother. But before he can react, Hecate blasts him in the back with her gun arm and Imoaza summons Black Razor Alpha to her, and stabs deep into Xaxus’ heart. 

Around them the Yuan Ti go silent, staring up at the sacreligious murder of their mortal deity, the Serpent Who Will Swallow the World.

“What now?” Hecate asks.

“Now we see if the Yuan Ti believed your prophecy about the dragons.”

When All Else Fails

Imoaza stood in front of the full might of the Yuan Ti army. They stared at her and she felt suddenly that she teetered on the edge of a precipice, not a physical chasm, but an edge of time. On one edge, she saw the Yuan Ti throwing themselves like rabid animals against the forces of the Alliance, destroying many of the citizens of Waterdeep, so many dead that the snow turned red with the blood of humans, dwarves, and elves. The Yuan Ti were killed to the last one, the race ended in their rush to meet Dendar the Night Serpant.

That was one path. The Yuan Ti would be forever remembered by history as a powerful race, one which had fought to the bitter end, one which had never been conquered.

One that never thrived again.

The other path showed the Yuan Ti as a peaceful race, peaceful and simple. They were not rulers. They did not conquer or seek power. History forgot them. But they survived. They worshipped the path of the metallic dragons, sought balance in life, and sustainability in living it. They surrendered their armaments and faded into the background of civilization.

And they survived.

Imoaza looked out over the crowd of Yuan Ti watching her and for a moment doubted herself, wondering how she could possibly ever convince the Yuan Ti to be a peaceful people. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder, and turned her head to see Hecate giving her a slight nod of support. She remembered her daughter as she had been, the most bloodthirsty Yuan Ti of all, chasing her across the very planes of existence. If she had changed, had found peace, then so could her race.

Imoaza turned back to the crowds, raised her hands and magnified her voice, and began to speak.

Many things happen on the battlefield. 

Argent and his undead mother, Sauros, let out a mighty roar as their battle ends, the two dragons peeling away from each other, trailing blood in the sky, as they fall behind the mountain and are lost to sight. We make a roll for Argent, a die roll to see if he survives.... which I’ll reveal at the end of the post. 

And the Balor, the Forgotten Death, lands in the midst of the Alliance army, seemingly invincible, and begins carving a path to its leaders, Breathgiver and Feluver. Immerstal pulls on his last resources to hold the Legendary Demon General at bay. Do they survive? It will come down to a roll....

Verrick rushes into the the center of the undead army, where he unleashes his final attack. It is a powerful blast of fire that tears out of him, ripping out of every pore of his body and blasting the undead around him into smithereens. He thinks of Karina as he unleashes his power. We make a die roll for him, too...

Regardless, MIlosh and Carrick know there is only one chance they will get to have this advantage, and they lead a desperate charge through the hole Verrick has made. But already Abenthy is reacting, using all his willpower to draw the undead into an impenetrable line in front of the corpse flowers, knowing that while they exist, he cannot lose this battle. Milosh looks to Carrick as they charge and thinks of sacrifices.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and unleashes a divine blast, a power given to him by the Inevitable, the power that is prophecied to be able to strike down Primus himself. It rushes out of him, and many of their own soldiers die in the blast as it expands out to 60 feet. It tears through the final stand of the Undead. It washes over Carrick, bringing him to his knees... but Carrick stands again, and together with Milosh, they rush the Corpse Flowers, and begin cutting them down.

This is the turning point in the battle. With the Corpse Flowers cut down, the Yuan Ti army in confusion, and the demons outnumbered by the dragons and the remaining alliance, it seems that the heroes have won through!

But Abenthy has only been stalling for time.

From Above

A roar froze everyone in the midst of battle, causing even the Balor to pause mid strike, and turn towards the mountain. Tentacles were erupting all over the mountainside, ripping through space. And emerging...

... no, thought Carrick, covered in the stench-ridden blood of the corpse flowers. No, we have come too far to fail now.

But failed they had, for the battle had only all been a delay, a tactic designed to weaken them in time to summon forth the Tarrasque.

And not just the Tarrasque. Even as the great beast emerged from the portal being ripped in the side of the Jarlberg, the clouded skies split open and a rumble rolled across the battlefield.

Carrick knew what was coming. Abenthy himself was entering the battlefield. Given the power of a god, he was coming to smite those who had been foolish enough to defy him. Carrick fell to his knees, feeling hopelessness wash over him, as the god’s voice split through the sky.

But it was not Abenthy’s voice. It was a battlecry:

“FOR ALDRIC, AND THE GREEN COMPANY!”

Carrick raised his eyes once more skyward, in time to see, not a god coming to smite them, but ships. Dozens of ships, breaking through the atmosphere. And, at their head, one mighty vessel which looked remarkably familiar. The surveyor’s ship, which had taken them across the planets and into the very Abyss itself. It had once been unnamed, but now bright gold letters crossed its hull, spelling out a name Aldric would have been proud of: The Anope.

(DMs note: for those who have forgotten, which is probably everyone except my players, Anope was Aldric’s horse back when he first joined the party)

Then a very familiar voice came cascading over the battlefield:

“Seem to be in a tight spot, gentlemen!” came the cry of Roger Krisp, “What you need is a little help and maybe some of my patented cereal! Captain Krispies! Sure to put a pep in your step! And it comes with prizes. And today, that prize is anti-armor bombardment! Cover your butts!”

And as he spoke, the ships opened fire, launching enough missiles, energy blasts, lasers, and bombs to destroy the rest of Abenthy’s army and even finally take down the Tarrasque.

Who lives? Who dies? I said I’d say at the end of the post, but I maybe kinda sorta lied. I’ll share next time, though, when I’ll also share our final battle against Abenthy, which takes place in a very strange and unique battlefield, and we reach the long awaited conclusion to our campaign.

Thank you so so much for reading this far. We’ll see you at the finish line.

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Not All Bad

Characters: Dean Winchester x Serial Killer!Reader, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2,356

Warnings: fluff, mentions of rape, reader being a badass

Summary: You have two jobs in life: killing supernatural monsters and human monsters. Dean doesn’t really know the difference of both.

Squared Filled: Hunt Gone Wrong

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The man kicked you in the stomach in order to get away from you. He shoved you into his dresser before getting up and limping out of the room as fast as he could. The only reason why he was in your home was to rape you. This man was known all across the seaboard for breaking into a woman's home and raping them. He would always play it safe until he tried to do the same to you. He didn’t know who you were which is why you were able to fight back. Everyone knew who you were, or every police department.

Your picture was strung up on every WANTED poster in almost every station because you, too, were a killer. The only people you kill were bad men which is why the man inside your home was trying to get away from you. You were woken up in the middle of the night by him trying to tie you down. Since you usually did the tying, you were able to escape before grabbing the knife under your pillow and stabbing him in the leg.

He stumbled back and you jumped on his back to get a better grip when he kicked you in the stomach. Pushing the pain away, you grabbed the throwing knife you had strapped underneath your desk before running after the man. He managed to get to your stairs before tumbling down them in a heap of anxiety and an injured leg. Smirking, you held up your knife before throwing it at him, watching as it stuck in the side of his neck.

“Bitch,” he choked as he slumped to the floor. Smirking, you took the steps one at a time before reaching him at the bottom. Opening his eyelid, you made sure he was dead before yanking out your knife.

“No, you’re the fucking bitch for doing this to women. I hope you rot in hell,” you scoffed as you cleaned your blood on his shirt. Usually, you hunted the men, but this one was delivered to your doorstep like a package from the post office. When you weren't out killing bad men, you were hunting terrifying monsters, the one that did things out of pure evil. Comparing your two targets, they weren't that much different. The only thing that was is the fact that one kind was supernatural and the other was human.

There was a pack of Rugarus very close to where you were, and it was your job to kill them before they eat any more people. There were other hunters in the area, but none of them were available to take the kill. Not that you talked to them, you had a friend who told you these things. You like to keep quiet, only interacting with other hunters when you absolutely needed to.

Now that you were up, you had only two things to do: get rid of the body on your floor, and kill some evil bitches.

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Creaking the door to the abandoned school open, you knew a group of Rugarus was nesting in here somewhere. Looking around, you kept your homemade flamethrower in front of you at all times. In your other hand was your flashlight because this place was dark even in the day time. The best thing to do was find a corner, sit in it, and call them to you. That way nothing could sneak up behind you and get you.

Once you found the perfect corner to nest in, you started whistling loudly to make them aware of your presence. After singing your tune, you stayed quiet with your eyes and ear open. Looking around the place, the door to the room slammed open and two rugarus came rushing in with snarls on their faces. Pressing the trigger, you set the two monsters in flames. They screamed in terror as they burned, and when you knew they were dead, you left your corner to go find the others.

There was five total that you knew of, and since you just killed two, then you knew there were only three left. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to leave your corner, but the other must have heard their friend’s screams of pain and knew it wouldn’t be smart to head in that direction. Racing down the hallway, you pointed your flashlight everywhere so you didn’t miss a single thing on your hunt.

Rounding a corner, you noticed something hunched over a figure on the ground. Upon getting closer to it, you figured out it was one of your monsters chomping on a victim they snatched before you could get here.

“Hey!” you yelled, causing the monster to look up at you with blood all over its mouth. He abandoned his dinner, thinking that you were a fresher meal that he might be able to enjoy. He started running at you, but you didn’t think about what could be behind you as you aimed your flamethrower at the man. As soon as you lifted your arm, someone from behind you grabbed it and took a huge bite out of it.

Screaming out in pain, you realized you needed to get out of there quickly if you were going to survive. Elbowing the rugaru in the face, you shove the flamethrower in its face before pulling the trigger. The other one who was running at you got scared when it saw the flames and began running in the opposite direction.

The one in front of you began flailing all around before slumping to the ground as he died. Your arm throbbed in pain as blood squirted out of it, but you could no longer fight. It was either kill them or your life, and you made the best decision. Turning around, you ran out of the place so that you could take care of you first before you can try and find them again.

In all your years of doing this, you have never had a hunt go wrong, so why was this one going to shit?

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With no luck in trying to find the two rugarus that escaped, you knew you had to call in a favor from your only friend. Jody Mills was on your ass for a long time, determined to bring you in for the many crimes you committed. When she finally did get her claws into you, a vampire had attacked her out of nowhere. There wasn’t a nest around, so you didn’t know where this one came from. After saving her life from it, you began to tell her of what you do; how you kill human monsters and supernatural monsters.

With her friends being hunters, she let you go and pretended that she never saw you in the first place. She knew all of the hunters, so you knew she would be able to get you the best help in capturing these rugarus.

Picking up the phone, you dialed her number and waited for her to pick up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Jody, it’s Y/N.”

“I haven’t heard from you in a while. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not,” she chuckled. Gripping your injured arm tightly, you managed to speak through the pain.

“Listen, I need a favor. You know anyone in the Kansas area that might be able to help me catch some Rugarus? I got bit by one and two escaped. I can’t seem to find them anywhere,” you sighed.

“Isn’t that a bad thing? If you get bit by one of these things?”

“No, it’s not a virus. It’s a genetic thing. I won’t be affected except for some blood loss. I thought I had them all, but I guess not. Do you have anyone?”

“Yeah, there are two guys who are the best of the best. Think of yourself, but the monster world.”

“Really? That good?” you asked in shock. Before killing bad people, you were a trained assassin who was very good at her job. There wasn’t a target you couldn’t miss no matter how much they were moving or how fast. The fact that these two men were like you but in the supernatural world, it gave you a jolt of excitement for the fact that you might be working with them.

“Oh yeah. And very handsome too,” she laughed.

“Okay, where do they live?”

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Taking a deep breath, you pulled your jacket tighter to your body as you knocked on the huge metal door. It was kind of cold out, but not too cold where you needed pants for Kansas, so you wore a long sleeve yellow sundress decked with a cute belt with combat boots. On top of that, you wore a denim jacket that you loved too much to throw away.

After a few moments of waiting, the door opened to reveal a very handsome man with the brightest green eyes you’ve ever seen.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked with hostility.

“Well, it’s nice to see you too,” you scoffed.

“You are a wanted woman. Who the hell sent you?”

“Jody Mills, if you must know. She sent me here because I need you and your brother’s help.”

“With what?”

“Two of the rugarus I was hunting escaped when I got bit by one of them. I need your help finding them.”

“Dean? Who is that?” Sam asked from below.

“A serial killer,” Dean glared, but let you in anyway. Rolling your eyes, you walked into the Bunker before descending down the metal staircase.

“I’ve seen your face before,” Sam started to say.

“Yeah, I’m a wanted woman. A serial killer as your brother puts it.”

“Well, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but that’s beside the point. I’m also a hunter, a very skilled one, but you two are better. Jody likes to compare your work in the Supernatural world to that of mine in the human world which is why I’m here.”

“No, wait,” Dean commented as he walked up next to his brother, “we are nothing like you. We don’t kill humans for fun. We save them.”

“I save victims from monsters who like to torture for pleasure. The men and women I kill are equivalent to your precious monsters. They’re just humans. Not all of us are so pure and innocent. The last man I killed was a serial rapist who tried to do the same thing to me as he did to 50 other women. Now, tell me, Dean Winchester, would you save him if you had the chance?” you asked as you crossed your arms. Dean stared at you in shocked silence before his brother took over the questions.

“What do you need from us?”

“I was hunting 5 rugarus that liked to hunt together but only killed three of them. One of them bit me,” you rolled up your sleeve to show the bandage on your tattoo-covered arm, “and that is when I chose my life over theirs. They fucked up my tattoos, but I’d figure I thank them by killing them when you two help me find them.”

“No way,” Dean was about to say when his brother interrupted him.

“Of course we’ll help you. Anyone a friend of Jody’s is a friend of ours,” Sam chuckled.

“Good. Because I’ve encountered at least 2 werewolves and 6 demons on the way up here. So, when we’re done with my hunt, I say we kill those sons of bitches,” you grinned. Dean decided to challenge your supposed skills and took out his gun from behind his pants and slammed it on the table. His brother sighed in annoyance, but let Dean do his thing.

“Can you even shoot a gun?” he asked. Before the words were even out of his mouth, you grabbed his gun and aimed it for the table lamp in the next room over. Without breaking eye contact, you shot the bulb which exploded on contact. Both brothers jumped in shock when they heard the noise, and they stared at you in shock. Neither of them could do what you did, and they’ve been hunting for their whole lives.

“Well,” Dean cleared his throat as you set his gun down, “impressive, but you’re going to need a lot more than a gun if you want to kill 2 rugarus, 2 werewolves, and 6 demons.”

“You’re right,” you nodded before you started pulling weapons that you had hidden on your person. With being a serial killer, you always had to be prepared for anything. Starting from the bottom, you unsheathed four throwing knives that you kept hidden in your shoes. Pulling up your sundress, you unhooked the two guns from your thigh-holsters. Contained behind your belt, you took out yet another one of your sharper knives, and two more knives were concealed in your sleeves that were hooked onto arm holsters. Shedding your jacket, you released another gun from your shoulder straps, taking out a knife you had stored in your necktie holster that laid against your shoulder blades, and reached behind you and under your dress to take the gun you had stored in your spanks. Laying them all out on the table, you looked at the brothers dead in the eyes.

“I think I got that covered. Oh, and I can also carry tasers and pepper spray virtually anywhere else.”

“Damn, Y/N,” Sam muttered while his brother started stuttering.

“Good,” he managed to get out, tilting his head slightly in an awkward manner before looking at his brother and widening his eyes.

“So, will you help me?”

“Yeah, I think we can do that,” Dean nodded as he grabbed his gun while you started putting away your weapons. “You really don’t kill innocent people?”

“Why would I do that? I’m saving the world of evil just like you two. The only difference is mine is human which is honestly worse,” you sighed. Dean stared at you as his opinion changed. He saw your posters everywhere he went, and he always thought you were a sick bastard for killing people, but now he isn't so sure you were all that bad.

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Klarosummer - Flower Garland || Cuore Malato

Continuation of yesterday’s Klarosummer - Tent || Viaggio

Umm so, the flower garland part just barely makes it in. Oops. It’s extra long though?

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Caroline stared wide eyed at the (unfairly attractive, were those dimples?) man/vampire/supernatural boogieman before her, skin still tingling from where he had touched her.

Well, you see I’m from the future and your name is kinda infamous. Yeah, no. She didn’t want to die, thanks! Her mind was scrambling to come up with a more reasonable explanation and as each second ticked by she could feel the weight of her silence.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Finally, she figured out how to phrase the truth - sans the more outlandish details i.e. the time travel.

“My father,” she blurted out, her planned words temporarily deserting her. “I lost my mother when I was young, and he couldn’t bear to stay. He took me with him and started telling me all these unbelievable stories. About, about beasts and creatures that walked among us. I-I thought he was crazy!”

His hand was back, this time cradling her jaw with deceptive gentleness. He tilted her head upward, closer to him, bearing her throat.

She swallowed.

“Quite the interesting tale. However,” he paused, his thumb shifting to settle over her pulse, petting little feathery strokes over the skin, feeling how it hammered away. “That does nothing to explain why it is you reacted to my name.”

Caroline licked her lips, changing little as her whole mouth felt dry.

“Just a warning. When I was still an infant a powerful monster attacked my village. Your name had been mentioned then and I was told to stay far, far away.”

The sudden lack of tension in Klaus’ body was startling. She hadn’t realized how intensely he was regarding her until it faded. 

His hand retreated, more playing with her hair than menacingly petting her throat. “I see, so your village was one that I encountered? My apologies.”

It was an oddly genuine sounding remark for all that she could tell he didn’t believe himself in the wrong. But as nice as his sentiment was, that had not been what she meant.

Caroline parted her lips once more to correct him, unknowingly sealing her fate.

“You mistake me. It was not you that came to my village. It was someone named Michele.”   

She didn’t even see them move. Between one blink and the next she and Klaus went from their weird embrace in the middle of the hall to her being pinned against the wall, his hand encircling her throat.

Her head wasn’t pounding so he must have had enough restraint to not slam it into the stone, but she couldn’t really be grateful for that when he was glowering in her face. Sometime in that split second his fangs had descended, black veins crawling across his face.

“Michele,” he repeated, his voice having fallen to a deadly whisper. He said it the same way she did, tinged with a Tuscan accent. “Did you just say the name Mikael?”

Part of her noted the subtle pronunciation change, the name sounding almost English. The rest of her was a bit more concerned with more important matters, like the odds of her survival. With the element of surprise, she could maybe temporarily incapacitate Klaus. He was close, and he wouldn’t be expecting the stake hidden under her skirts.

But-

Her eyes settled on his brother who had been silent until now. He stood at Klaus’ back, having moved when they did.

“She cannot speak if you strangle her, brother.” There was no concern in his voice only ruthless practicality, his eyes dark and scrutinizing as he looked at her.

But, she wouldn’t be able to take out his brother as well. And even if she could where would she go? They were hunters. They would chase her. 

And she refused to be prey.

She refocused her gaze on Klaus, careful to keep his brother in her periphery. Staring him in the eye, she reached up to tug at his wrist, not really trying to fight him more pointing out that he was indeed cutting off a lot of her air flow.

It was surprising when he did indeed loosen his grip, though none of his menace faded.

She took a breath, voice raspy as she carefully spoke, “Yes, that is what my father told me. I do not know much and have no memory of the event myself.”

“And I am supposed to believe,” Klaus started to say, tone mockingly casual and light, “he just left you in peace.”

“I had the impression that he did not care for us at all, in anyway. Once he knew we could not aid him in whatever he was doing we became nonentities to him, not worth expending the effort to kill us all.”

He leaned even closer, the tip of his nose just brushing hers.

“Forgive me if I find your story a tad too convenient.” His blood black eyes shifted. “Sleep,” he commanded.

---

It was her panic that saved her. 

His compulsion was powerful and enough slipped through her mental barriers to send lethargy through her. She allowed her eyelids to flutter shut, her body to go slack as she slumped against him. She even allowed her breathing and heart-rate to alter, their adrenaline boosted speed slowing.

But she kept an iron grasp on her consciousness. Floating in a pseudo-meditative state, she felt as Klaus hefted her weight with ease, slinging her over his shoulder.

There was a rush of wind and force as he blurred somewhere else in the castle. She could only discern that it was colder and darker before he was sitting her down on some type of cot, firm with somewhat scratchy linen.

"Brother, get one of the maids to change her clothes, she may have attempted to smuggle something in.” His footsteps moved away. “And Elijah? Do keep this quiet, no need to worry the others.”

There was silence for several long moments before it was broken by another set of footsteps. They sounded louder and a bit clumsier, the maid most likely.

It was really awkward allowing the maid to change her clothes, and deeply uncomfortable when Caroline was forced to allow her stake and knives to be taken.

Still, she supposed Klaus earned a point for his common decency, permitting a maid to strip her rather than doing it himself. But -1000 for the compulsion, kidnapping, imprisonment, and likely upcoming torture and interrogation. Final score: -999 points. 

A solid F-.  

---

Caroline was unsure how long she was left alone on the cot. But it was long enough to think up a few plans and then grow restless. But eventually, someone returned.

Klaus. 

...Well, actually she couldn’t be sure, but something about the way the air in the room shifted made her think it was him.

Whoever it was seemed relaxed, fiddling with something nearby. 

And then she felt it, a weird tug on the lingering echo of his compulsion. It wanted her to wake. Now.

Adrenaline surged through her and she allowed it to push her from her meditative state, jolting back to “consciousness” with a gasp and a sudden opening of her eyes. Very dramatic.

The presence shifted again, and she darted her eyes to them, as a startled human might.

It was Klaus.

Sprawled in a wooden chair and twirling her hunting knife in his hands, he made an interesting image. Somehow, he managed to pull off looking both relaxed and threatening. And on a little table beside him was her stake along with her pocket knife, several of its attachments poking out.

“You are awake,” he smiled, lips curling, “good.” He gave the knife another little twirl. “I thought about killing you while you slept, tearing through your mind for the answers I wanted.” The knife was placed down, his expression placid as if he were just discussing the weather. “But then I thought, that rather seems like a waste.” He picked up the stake next, twirling it in a supernatural display of dexterity. “Pretty girl,” he gave the stake a flip, weighing it in his hand, and looked at her as he caught it, a smirk on his face, “pretty hunter. You could be very useful to me.”

Caroline watched his little display with a blank expression and wary eyes, sitting up slowly as he peered at her expectantly.

“And why would I help you?”

Another flip and then the stake was flying at her face. She jolted, her hand shooting up on reflex and managing to catch it.

The stake and Klaus were both suddenly mere inches in front of her. His hand encircled her wrist, stroking the sensitive skin. She didn’t fight him as he pinned her hand and stake both to the bed, though her fingers clenched around the wood.

“Well, I could just compel you,” he mused, nonchalantly. “...But I admit that seems rather unsporting. I do believe I would decide to kill you before I ruined you in such a way.”

No matter that Caroline knew she couldn’t be compelled, his casual talk of erasing all that she was set a pit in her stomach. Her throat spasm around her next swallow as his eyes pierced into hers.

Funny enough she almost thought a little better of him when he admitted he’d rather kill her. -998.5 points. 

Well, she certainly couldn’t stay silent after all that.

“You know, for a man that apparently wants my loyalty, you are not doing a very good job convincing me that I should give it to you.” 

Rather than getting angry, he smiled, a bit mocking, but not particularly cruel. He leaned closer, his breath heating her lips.

“You would rather a lie? I thought better of you, sweetheart.”

In a blink he was gone again, his figure reappearing as he stepped through the doorway.

“Come along, love. Feel free to take your weapons if it makes you feel better.”

...

...

What just happened?

---

Suffice it to say, Caroline had not been stupid enough to let Klaus bait her into leaving her weapons behind. That wasn’t to say she didn’t feel a bit dazed by the surreal experience of trailing behind Klaus, the amiable host.

He walked briskly but took time to idly comment on some of the castle decor. He didn’t threaten or otherwise invade her space again nor did he bring up his apparent plans for her. Instead he simply guided her to a bedchamber, declared it was hers and left.

Departing with a polite bow and a, “I do hope you like it.”

---

Klaus fiddled with a glass of wine, contemplating his newest guest as he drank. And though he sensed Elijah slip into the room, he didn’t bother to turn. His brother would give his opinion regardless.

“Are you sure it’s wise to give the girl such free reign?”

Finishing his wine, Klaus set the glass aside, taking a moment to admire its clarity.

“Now, who said anything about ‘free,’ brother? I intend to keep a very careful eye on her.”

“And Mikael?”

“...If he’s found us, it is not the girl that we will need to worry about.” Klaus turned, clasping his hands behind his back as he stared his brother down. “But if she is a spy, then all the more reason to keep her close.”

---

It was almost disappointing that settling into the home of the Originals went about the same as settling into Rizardo’s home. She even managed to get Klaus’ agreement to tell the kind couple that she was leaving. Of course, he wouldn’t let her say where she was staying only that she found someone in a better position to help her, one that she wouldn’t be a burden to. And despite their protests to the contrary she stood firm, thanking them and bidding them farewell. 

---

It was day seven of cohabitation with the Originals (or Klaus and Elijah at least, she hadn’t seen the others) and she was the last thing she expected to be. Bored.

Pretty much all of her favorite past times hadn’t been invented yet and there was only so long she could entertain herself wandering the castle grounds. It was interesting to look at. For the first couple of days. But eventually she ran out of rooms and most of them looked the same besides.

So now she was curled up on a chair (comfort certainly hadn’t seemed to have been invented yet) squinting at pages as she tried to read. It was like learning to speak the language all over again, spellings were different, pages were sprinkled with archaic words and occasionally weird syntax. Everything was written in cramped calligraphy.

Ironically, she had an easier time with Latin, since it was one of the prominent languages used by witches. And thus, one she studied. But it was still slow going. 

At least it ate up time.

“You can read.”

Caroline jumped with a yelp, fumbling and nearly dropping the book. She peered upward catching sight of Klaus leaning over the back of her chair. It struck her then that literacy probably wasn’t common, especially among women. Crap.

She contemplated lying, but instead settled for a half-truth. This hadn’t been the first time Klaus popped in and she didn’t have the energy to maintain a web of lies.

“My father was...dedicated in all his pursuits and he taught me much the same.”

Thankfully, Klaus didn’t do much more than raise an eyebrow and extend his hand.

“May I?”

Shrugging, Caroline handed him the book.

“A Complete Guide to Herbs, Remedies, and Tinctures,” he recited. “A riveting read I am sure.”

“Well, there’s not exactly a slew of other activities.”

He hummed, drifting off toward another shelf and retrieving a different tome. Returning, he held it out to her.

“Perhaps. No need to torture yourself though, try this one.” He tapped the cover with his finger, deposited it in her lap and walked off before she could respond. 

Caroline blinked a few times. Klaus could really give her whiplash with his odd moods. She appreciated the gesture though, and The Song of Roland sounded much more interesting than the herbology guide.

---

Smothering her jaw cracking yawn behind her hand, Caroline made her way toward to the dining room. It had taken her a few days to finish the book, especially with Klaus continuing to show up now and again, but she managed last night. Now, she was stumbling her way toward breakfast, a bit later than usual judging by the light.

Her steps stuttered to a stop as she started to process the noise coming from the room. Neither Klaus nor Elijah often ate meals with her (and thankfully she rarely saw them eat too).

Hungry and still a bit sleepy, she resumed her walk. Whatever it was, she could deal with it after she was fed. So, she blithely ignored the sudden quiet and stares when she entered the room. Taking a seat, Caroline loaded her plate with various breads, grapes and cheeses.

“Well, well I never thought either of you would get a live-in snack.”

Caroline munched on a grape, she was not getting involved. Nope.

Though she did glance over when the eldest looking brother growled something. It wasn’t Italian, maybe something Scandinavian, but it sounded quite scathing. Thankfully, it seemed aimed at Klaus and not her.

She spread some cheese on a bread slice, biting into it as Klaus retorted in the same language igniting a family squabble.

Caroline couldn’t understand a word, but she could get the gist. It was shockingly normal really. Younger siblings pestering older ones. Older siblings lecturing and scolding younger ones. Judging from the numerous glances at least part of it had to do with her too. She nibbled another slice of bread, this one covered in a creamy ricotta and fruit. Surprisingly delicious.

She jumped when Klaus slammed his hand on to the table, partially cracking the wood.

“Enough,” his glare darted over to the brother of Scandinavian insults, “she’s not my pet, Finn.” He glowered at his other brother. “Nor a snack, Kol.” She caught how his eyes flicked to her for a moment, where she sat calmly eating her breakfast. He smirked, some of his anger ebbing away, and he lifted his hand to gesture at her. “The lovely Caroline is a hunter. And now she’s mine, is that not delightful?”

Caroline choked, the sound loud in the resulting silence.

Whoa, there, buddy! She was not his! What the fuck, Klaus?!

And then Kol erupted into laughter. He rocked back in his chair, putting on a show of wiping a tear from his eye. “Good one, Nik! You really had me going there for a second.”

Klaus raised an eyebrow, but returned to sipping his drink. Setting the glass down he calmly regarded his brother.

“Do you think it a jest? I assure you it is not.”

Kol spluttered. “You cannot be serious! Her?” He eyed her skeptically before returning his incredulous gaze to his brother.

Being underestimated was one of Caroline’s greatest advantages. It didn’t stop it from grating though.

“Yes, her.” Klaus’ acknowledgement was a more respectful tilt of his head, which Caroline denied being pleased by. She still had a bone to pick with him after all. She certainly was not his. Not his hunter. Not his pet. Not his anything.

“-nothing wrong with being a woman.”

Caroline realized she had spaced out a little bit, and now the only other female at the table was bickering with Kol. She had apparently taken offense to something Kol had said.

“You are not a human, Bekah. It’s different.”

The smart choice would be allowing the two to quarrel and quietly slip away now that she had finished eating. But she was still rather irritated. Not to mention bored.

“Would you like me to prove it?”

Caroline wiped her hands on a cloth napkin, unfazed by the new silence.

“What?”

She looked up to stare into Kol’s brown eyes, wide and taken aback.

“Would you like me to prove it?” She repeated, a bit more slowly.

He scowled at her slight mockery and sneered at her. “And how do you plan to do that?”

She smiled, angelic. “Why not a spar?”

From the corner of her eyes, she saw Klaus make as if he was going to interrupt. But instead he leaned back in his chair, a quick check saw that he was eyeing her speculatively.

Kol snorted, bringer her attention back to him. “It would not be much of a spar, darling.”

“Well, then you have no reason to refuse, now do you?” She leveled a challenging look in his direction.

“Fine,” he spat. He looked at Klaus. “Don’t blame me though when she gets hurt.”

Klaus swung his eyes between the two of them, Kol’s irritation and her calm resolve. “On your own heads, be it.”

---

Caroline rolled her shoulders, subtly shifting her legs to test the give of her dress. She had chosen a light one this morning with a fairly loose skirt. Doable. Not to mention her dad had taught her to fight in way worse.

Across from her, Kol stood with his arms crossed, looking bored and unimpressed. Around the grounds the rest of the Originals looked on from various vantage points, all but Klaus pretending they were uninterested in the spectacle.

“Well?” Kol grumbled, impatient.

“Well, what?” She chimed back innocently. “I’m ready.”

And she was, having just finished her stretching. Her stance was relaxed and prepared.

He scoffed, blurring toward her, clearly trying to finish it as quickly as possible.

But Caroline was ready for it, turning into the blow and redirecting Kol’s force over and behind her.

He landed with a thud and an ooff in the grass. Highly satisfying.

Caroline pivoted to watch her opponent, hearing feminine peals of laughter from somewhere behind her.

Kol launched upward with a snarled, egged on by both the laughter and unexpected throw. He charged her again. She threw him again.

“Don’t you have any other tricks?” She taunted, Kol once more in the dirt.

She saw a flash of fang as Kol flew at her again, this time faster than she could see. His hand was in her hair wrenching her head to the side.

He expected her to struggle and was thrown slightly off balance when she went limp instead. She let herself fall backward out of his grip, kicking her leg upward to deal a solid blow. Flipping upright, she lashed out again while Kol remained surprised, hitting first his solar plexus and then his throat. The blows staggered him. While more powerful than any other vampires currently alive, they weren’t their millennium old nightmare selves yet.

And following through, Caroline tackled him to the ground, grabbing he stake from the subtle pocket in her skirt. She pinned him to the ground, the wooden point digging into the spot over his heart.

She locked eyes with him, letting him see the truth of her. She wouldn’t back down.

“Dead,” she whispered to him. 

A gamut of emotions flashed through his eyes: shock, anger, a minuscule tinge of fear. But finally, they settled on very begrudging respect.

“I guess you are a hunter after all.”

She waited a beat. Two. Half expecting a surprise attack. But none was forthcoming. Slowly, she relaxed and got off him.

“Good match,” she said respectfully.

His lips thinned, probably wondering if she was mocking him, but she wasn’t. Had he taken her more seriously he would have pressed her to expend much more effort. Or beaten her. She wasn’t so arrogant to think it impossible, even if these versions of the Originals were so young.

Standing quickly, he nodded back, though diminished the gesture with a slight hrmph. 

“Hn, good match.”

He then turned to stalk off.

Caroline glanced around, noting that the rest of his siblings had already left. Probably once they realized Kol wasn’t going to tear her head off. 

Well, all except one.

“I’m impressed, sweetheart.”

Caroline turned to face the presence that had the back of her neck tingling, her arms crossed and looking decidedly unimpressed.

Klaus just grinned at her, an oddly boyish expression.

“Don’t try to be cute with me. I’m still pissed at you!”

He actually looked a bit surprised.

“Have I offended you?”

She scoffed. “Um, yeah! Have you already forgotten what you said earlier? The whole “mine” thing.” She uncrossed her arms to make air quotes before stalking toward him. Jabbing a finger into this chest she emphasized every word. “Listen here, Niklaus. I do not care who or what you are. You do not get to go around declaring that I belong to you. Got it? Because I don’t. I don’t belong to anyone, but myself! Do you understand?”

To his credit, Klaus actually seemed to be taking her words seriously. He lifted one of his own hands, encircling hers to pull her finger away from his chest.

Stroking her knuckles he replied. “I understand your sentiment, and you are correct that I do not own you. You are not my slave. However,” he tugged her arm and, unsettled by his response, she stumbled forward a little. “You are mistaken to believe that you are not mine. I have taken you into my home. Extended my protection to you. Announced that one day I shall have either your loyalty or your death.” He wrapped his other arm around her waist, pressing them even closer. “I assure you, Caroline, in all those ways you are mine.”

He had flustered her, but his words rekindled her anger. 

She shoved him away.

“The only reason I am in your home, under your protection,” she sneered, “is because you knocked me out and forced me to stay. So yes, perhaps I am yours. Your captive. And I promise you that is all I will ever be to you. So, you might as well kill me now.”

Caroline lifted her head to stare him down and then purposefully turned her back on him, walking away without another word.

---

The next few days passed in icy silence. While Caroline didn’t go out of her way to avoid Klaus, that would be weakness, she also didn’t engage him at all. If he addressed her she gave the bare minimum response. 

Instead she spent time with Kol, a more interesting companion than she would have expected. Less unexpected was the joy he took in the frustration she created in Klaus. She even chatted (sniped) with his sister, Rebekah, on occasion.

Which was why she was startled when she encountered Klaus in the library, a room he rarely frequented these days. He was sitting at one of the large center tables, several sheets of paper scattered around him.

Caroline was determined to ignore him as usual, when one of the pages caught her eye. It was a sketch, some bird, a native one perhaps, mid-flight. Casually, she wandered a little closer, curious despite herself, and browsed the shelves nearby.

“Do you like them?”

It was foolish to think he wouldn’t catch on, but she still startled a little.

“They’re pretty I supposed,” she offered coolly, not looking away from the spines of books in front of her.

“Pretty? I suppose I’ll take it,” he said dryly. 

She withheld her snort, a tiny bit amused, not that she would let him know. Her eyes continued to scan over the various book titles, ignoring the faint scratching sounds behind her.

She stilled, processing the noise and his comment.

“Wait a minute, you did these?” She asked as she whirled around, even as she admonished herself for engaging.

“I feel like I should be offended by your tone.” Despite his words, Klaus sounded more teasing than upset.

Caroline’s lips thinned, about to go back to ignoring him.

Suddenly, he was standing, though for once not breaching her personal space.

“Wait, Caroline...”

She quirked an eyebrow as he trailed off, waiting only because he looked so awkward.

“...I find that I have not enjoyed your scorn. How can I acquit myself?”

“You know why you earned my scorn,” was all she replied with.

This time it was Klaus’ face that pinched, evidently he hadn’t changed his mind either.

Caroline ignored her slight disappointment, feeding it to her anger instead, and turned away.

There was a sudden flurry of movement behind her and then a roll of parchment pressed against her hand. She gripped it instinctively as Klaus quickly bent down to murmur in her ear.

“Take it into consideration. If you agree, allow me to escort you tomorrow. There’s a festival in the town square.”

He vanished as soon as he finished speaking, giving her no time to process what he said or confront him.

Caroline looked down at the parchment, rubbing a gentle finger along the edge, contemplating if she was really going to indulge him.

But her curiosity was her weakness and she unfurled it, nearly dropping it as she gasped. Blindly she groped for the chair to sit in, shock and disbelief warring within her.

It was a picture of her, looking poised and fierce in the clearing she had sparred with Kol in.

Along the bottom there was a note.

You are strong, beautiful, and full of light. And I find that the idea of your death brings me no joy.

Caroline, you have grown to revile the monster. Will you allow me to show you the man?

-Klaus

She would be lying if she said she wasn’t flattered, but she couldn’t help but be suspicious as well. Was this just some ploy to make her more docile and receptive to him?

With careful fingers, Caroline brushed the lines of her face, her eyes seeming to shine even in monochrome.

Even if it was a ploy it was still a gorgeous picture.

---

The next day, Caroline found herself dressed in a simple frock, having spent half the night weighing her options. Eventually she had decided on civility at the very least.

So, when a knock sounded through the room, she smoothed down her skirt and opened the door, a neutral expression on her face.

“Hello, Caroline,” he greeted. “...Have you come to a decision?”

“I am a bit curious about this festival.”

Klaus brightened, a small smile on his face.

“Wonderful! There will be art, music, food, culture, and I would be delighted to show it to you.”

He extended his arm to her.

She eyed it, long enough that he faltered and started to lower it. Deciding to take a chance she looped her arm through his, settling her hand on his arm.

Klaus looked pleased, shifting a little to tuck her more securely by his side.

And then they set off.

---

As they exited the castle, Klaus slowed his steps.

“It will take about thirty minutes to walk there on foot.” He gestured toward the stables. “We can take a carriage though if you prefer.”

Caroline appreciated the consideration and could see it was already mostly setup if that was what she wanted. But, after giving it a moment’s thought, she shook her head.

“I think I could use the fresh air, actually.”

“As you wish.”

Though he said nothing else, Caroline could tell she had pleasantly surprised him.

To her surprise their walk didn’t end up filled with awkward or tense silence. They chatted, not about anything important, but little things that allowed Caroline to relax some. The different types of wildlife she could hear. How interesting she found the latest book she was reading. If there was anything in her chambers she would like to change. Perfectly, mundane topics.

And while she still didn’t really trust Klaus and she doubted that he trusted her, she could admit she had grown a bit fond of him, even if he simultaneously frustrated her to no end.

When they finally arrived at the center plaza she was hit with a barrage of sensations.The square was filled to the brim with people, more than she even was aware lived in the area. And every leftover suitable space was packed with stalls selling everything from crafts to food. 

An explosion of color seemed to burst from everywhere as her eyes darted between the different items, people, and the decorative garland of flowers twining around all the surfaces they could. 

Even the scents of the festival were an assault. Not in a bad way either. Various spices and cooking meat sent her stomach grumbling to background waves of chatter and footsteps.

Klaus leaned over. “Where would you like to head first?”

---

Author’s Note: Today’s title is “Heart Sick” in Italian. Fun fact the castle in the picture is apparently on sale. If you have the funds and inclination you too can be like Klaus and live in a Tuscan castle. 

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Writer’s Month Day 12: Dreams

Fandom: PJO

Summary: 1000 ways to tell the Stoll brothers apart and I can name you one. Clovis - Dreams

Content Warning: bullying 

     Clovis — Dreams

     Mid The battle of the labyrinth

“You think this is going to last? That he’ll be here forever?”

Running. He’s running. 

“War is a terrible thing.”

He can’t breathe. His sides ache. 

“It just takes and takes and takes.”

Where is he running? There’s nothing here. It’s all ruins.

“It doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t judge.”

There’s nobody here. Where is he? He’s always here with him. 

“It just takes.”

It’s raining. Pouring. Torrenting. 

“It takes and takes and takes till it can take no more.”

And around the corner, there’s his brother. He’s standing (alive) and talking (alive) and smiling (alive) but there’s a girl with him. She’s holding a knife. 

She’s holding a knife and it’s pointing at him. 

Stop laughing. 

Don’t you see the  knife? Don’t you see she’s about to hurt you? 

Hello? Hey?

hey?

hey. 

HEY. 

Hey, pay attention, T—

“Who knows it might just take him too.”

—

Clovis’s eyes fly open and he goes automatically for his handy dandy trash can. 

But fortunately, this is not one of the dreams that upsets his tummy and Clovis rolls back over to his back. 

He stares at the dark canvas of the upper bunk bed. He glance at the digital clock on the night table. 2:45 am. 

A nightmare. 

He had a nightmare. 

Gods, he hates nightmares. 

He sighs. 

Lately, that’s all they been getting. It shouldn’t be a surprise. If anything, it should be getting worse and worse as the war goes on. 

He closes his eyes and roll onto his side and tries not to listen to the squeaking of a bed, the creaking of a ladder, the shuffling of clothes, and a voice— wobbly and weak— in the stark silence. 

“Travis? Are you awake?”

“Mmphhmmmmpppp.”

“I had another dream.”

“Ya wha? Whas it abou’? Do ya need so’ alo’ time?”

“It’s just the usual dream. Can I sleep with you tonight?”

A bed groans. The ladder creaks some more and bed sheets rustle. 

Then silence.

And Clovis stops trying to not listen.

-- 

“Again and again… how long is this going to go on before you realized joining me is the best choice?”

He have this thing where he drifts into people’s dreams when he’s sleeping. Not on purpose though. No, he’s a big advocate of personal privacy and would never even dare dream of spying if given a choice. It just… he just sort of tumble into the dreamscape of his fellow campers when he’s asleep and when they’re asleep. An unwilling participant to an unknowing host. 

Most of it is incomprehensible. Just a mumble jumble of visions, words, and thoughts. 

But some of them,

Their crystal clarity,

The lucidity,

It's like he’s awake. 

Most times it’s just silly dreams. Someone forgot their pants. Someone had an exam. Someone forgot to flush the toilet after a deuce. Sometimes, though, it’s like last night. Visceral. Allusory. Something more than trivial matters. 

He tries not to think about who’s the dreamer. 

He tries not to think what they mean. 

He tries not to listen.

--

“They taunt your siblings. They hurt them without repercussion. Are you not angry? Is it not unfair? Or perhaps you don’t care for them? You don’t love them? Is that it?”

--

“Your brother did this you ugly freak. He’s the reason we’re all going to die.” 

Luke isn't my brother. I’m not even a son of Hermes. Stop bothering me. Clovis wants to say but he…  isn’t really a fighter.

“Aren’t you going to say something? Huh?”

He’s more of a pacifist.

“Oi, uglyface, are you listening?”

A pacifist that really wishes someone would come save him from these three bullies.

“I’m going to knock some — shit, Connor’s coming!”

“Are you sure that’s not Travis?”

“Who the fuck cares!? I’m not going to risk it! Connor’s scary, man. I’m outta here.”

Clovis puts down the book he clutches and exhale, unable to stop the shake. He raises his head to greet his savior. 

“Thanks, Connor.”

“I’m Travis,” Travis says, eyes not at him but at the backs of the three departing campers. His eyes narrow. “Were they bothering you?”

“No,” he lies behind a closed lip smile, mind going back to  the demeaning nightmares. 

But Travis goes to pat him on the shoulder. 

“It’s okay. You’re not bothering us. If anyone picks on you, tell us and we’ll deal with, yeah?”

And Clovis nods but in his mind, we resolves to tell no one. 

They already have enough problems. 

--

A plain field. He’s walking for what seems like ever. No ones here. No one but him. Then he turns around and there’s Travis. Travis with a sword through his chest. 

He seen this a thousand times. He experienced this a thousand times. It’s a dream. He knows it’s a dream. 

Still the terror is there and it clogs his throat. He can’t breathe. He can’t think. He can’t move. His whole world is crumbling

And he’s falling. 

--

“Keep the dagger up. Elbows out. Be aware of your surroundings. Don’t get too focused on one thing, okay Callie?”

“Okay, Connor!”

In another world, Clovis would say how wrong it is for a child to teach another child how to hold a dagger. It’s wrong to teach a child how to protect herself from nonhuman and human attackers. It’s wrong for a child to be fighting at all. Callie’s six. She should be holding crayons or a book, learning how to read not how to butcher a monster. 

But this is their world. 

And their world is breaking apart. 

The ground tremble. People are screaming. A horn is sounding. Someone, everyone, is running. 

He hears Clarisse yells, “Lock shields!”

He hears roaring, inhuman roaring and without his permission his knees shook.

Connor stands with steely eyes, sees the trembling in his hands, and he hates the worry he sees in his eyes. He knows Clovis isn’t a fighter. He knows Clovis is a wimp. He knows Clovis is going to pee his pants the first minute he sees a monster. 

“Kronos is attacking. Clovis, take Callie somewhere safe and stay with her.”

And before he could say anything Connor is running to where the monsters are.

-- 

He walks through a mountain of corpses. Lee. Michael. Silena. Beckendorf. Castor. Pollux. Clarisse. Katie. Miranda. Percy. Chiron. Annabeth. 

And at the very top, his brother. 

“This is what’s going to happen in the end. I’ll make sure you’ll survive. You’ll walk wthrough your loved ones graves. You’ll be the sole survivor and you’ll suffer for eternity. For eternity, you’ll be left with your failures. You failed to save them. You failed to choose the right side. You failed.”

“Tell me, Connor. Are you willing to bet everything on your brother’s faith to the gods?”

--

The first battle (of many). 

The first casualties (of many).

Clovis presses his fist into his eyes and sobs. Gods, why did this have to happen? Everywhere around him, all he hears are weeping and he doesn’t want to sleep tonight. He doesn’t want to sleep ever.

Clovis watches the burial shrouds burn of their friends, their brothers and sisters, a counselor, until it’s their cabin turn to burn their losses. 

And he watches Travis and Connor takes the torch together and light up three of their shrouds. 

Martin. Ava. Celise. 

It’s unfair. It’s not right. They’re only kids. We’re only kids. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. 

It’s not fair.  

--

Something’s different. This isn’t right. 

He stares at the burial shrouds before him and there’s a hand squeezing his heart, squeezing his throat. 

“That was easy, wasn’t it? A single swing and goodbye, Lee. A little stab and night, night Castor. And your poor cabinmates. One eaten oh so slow—” 

He screams, curling into himself. “Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! ALALALALALA I can’t hear you! I can’t hear you.”

But that’s wrong. He can hear him loud and clear. 

“You can’t protect him forever. One day you won’t be fast enough. You won’t be quick enough. You won’t make it in time. He’ll die. And it’ll be on your hands. But I can guarantee his safety. I can guarantee his life. Not even your father can do that.” 

“Travis, your father let your brothers and sisters die. If he truly cared for you like you hipe for, then Tell me. Why are they dead.”

When Clovis is shove back to reality, he reaches for his trash can to throw up everything. 

--

Clovis plays with the helium-filled balloon in his hands. Bouncy. Light. Elusive.

A single push. 

And it goes wherever he wants.

 The only thing keeping the balloon grounded is a string and a weight. 

So easy to manipulate.

Clovis steels himself and glances at his counselor. His dried-eyed counselor 

“You okay, Travis?” 

Which is stupid. Of course he’s not okay. None of them are okay. 

But Travis and Connor never mocks them for something like that. He looks up from his work to face him. “Hm? Oh, yeah. I’m perfectly fine. A-okay.”

And Travis even forces a smile to complete the image. 

“You seem distracted. Are you worried Chris won’t be good?”

Travis stiffens, his hands stilling. 

“I won’t know until he gets here. But I have total faith in my brother.” And Travis nudges him in the shoulder lightly. “You should too, Clovis!”

“Are you worried you’ll lose Connor?”

Travis bites his lips but still answer nonetheless.

“Connor is incredibly capable. I think he’s more worried about me. But, yeah, I guess I worry about that sometime.”

Clovis looks down at the string wrap around his finger. He isn’t good at this. He’s never good at this. And he’ll be exposing his secret if he says something. But … he got to try … he needs to. Travis is… Travis can’t… 

“You can’t join Kronos, Travis,” he blurts. 

And Travis’s eyes widen. 

“How did you—

But it’s cut short when the door slams open and Chris, with his head bowed, yells

“H-Hi everybody!”

A/N: God I love angst.

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A New Life Chapter 17: Time to Talk

Dean Winchester x Reader

1000 Words (sorry it’s short)

Summary: You’re a Demon who is trying to erase all the bad you’ve done, by helping the Winchesters. But the price to be good can be too much, even for a crossroads demon.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

That night turned out to be one of the longest nights of your life. Sure, Sam had left the door open, leaving you with a hint of light. That sliver of light had kept away another panic attack. But instead, your mind had been given plenty of time to think of everything that could go wrong, and you quickly found out your imagination was quite strong.

You hoped that the meeting with Sam had helped your cause. If even just a little bit. Getting him to see that you weren't like other Demons. Maybe throwing him enough of a bone to turn those big wheels in his head, getting that intelligent brain thinking outside the box. Sam was your main hope. You knew Dean was hurting, and his emotions would cloud his mind, making him shut everyone out, letting his feelings override his common sense. Which was extremely scary.

Moving your shoulders, trying to relax some of the knots in your muscles from hours spent sitting in the same spot, unable to even move your hand to scratch your nose. It was torture, you were used to being up, moving around, only sitting to read a book or enjoy a meal.

It was then you heard voices echoing down the hall, sounding closer with each step that accompanied them. Both voices were deep, the words mumbled, incoherent from the echoing of the hallway. You sat there patiently, it wasn't like you could do anything else and waited for the Winchesters to join you.

It was only seconds later that Dean's heavy brown work boots came stomping through the door, his face already a mask of indifference,  as he stormed right towards you, stopping with his arms folded. A part of you was grateful to see him. You wanted to reach up and hug him, but you knew you couldn't. It was a cruel form of punishment, much worse than being forced to sit in this chair for hours.

Sam had followed quickly behind, not trusting his brother alone with you. He stood next to Dean, his hands thrust in the pockets of his dark jeans, his shirt another one of his plaids, this one brown and green. His hair looked like fingers had been continuous run through it, his eyes tired. Maybe, you hoped, he had stayed up most of the night thinking about your predicament.

"So I heard you played my brother last night. Made him feel sorry for you," Dean spat, his eyes narrowing in barely concealed distrust and something close to hatred.

"No, I would never do that to Sam!" You squealed, hating the fact that someone you had been so close to would think that of you.

Sam placed his hand on Dean's shoulder, trying to reason with him. "Dean we don't know anything for certain."

Dean shrugged Sam's hands off, before stepping forward, into the trap with you. Your heart started beating faster, your palms turning sweaty as he came closer, his eyes portraying that of a predator, scaring the crap out of you. He stopped right in front of you, placing one hand on each arm rest, next to your hands, getting right in your face.

"I used to love you. But then you lied to me, and Sam. You used me, and for that, I will never trust you again. Never," Dean whispered menacingly, his green eyes growing darker with emotion.

You tried again to state your case, "Dean I promise, my love for you was never fake! I..."

Before you could say any more, Dean, with almost superhuman speed, reached out with one hand, and wrapped it around your neck, squeezing tightly. You tried to fight, but your thrashing about seemed to enrage him more, because he brought his other hand up, and in it was the Demon-killing knife.

Once he let go of your neck, you took in deep, gasping breaths that soon evaporated when he placed the knife where his hand had been, pressing it so close that you felt it prick your skin.

"Dean," Sam started, from behind him, out of your view. Your view was completely full of a heaving, grey-clad chest. Dean ignored his brother, using his other hand to grasp your hair, tilting it back painfully, giving the knife better access to your neck.

"Give me a good reason I shouldn't shove this into your neck right now," Dean threatened.

Gulping, you felt the blade slide a little across your neck, drawing blood and you answered. "Because you still love me, and somewhere in there you might think that there is something different with me. That maybe I'm not like the rest of the Demons."

Closing your eyes, you waited for the pain of the knife slicing your neck open, but when it didn't come, you squinted one eye open, noticing that Dean stood there stunned, the knife almost forgotten in his hand. He hadn't been expecting that answer, and it had confused him, and probably brought out feelings he had been trying so hard to bury deep.

Sam took that as his opportunity, stepping forward until he was beside his brother, gently placing his hand on Dean's knife-wielding arm, trying to get him to remove it from your neck.

Shaking out of it, Dean jerked his arm from Sam, before pushing him out of the trap. "No, you don't get to play me like that." He growled at you, before raising his arm and bringing the knife down. Flinching, you waited for the pain to come, hoping your death would be quick and somewhat painless, and that with your death Dean could overcome his feelings of betrayal.

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Vice: New and Selected Poems by Ai

ABORTION

Coming home, I find you still in bed, but when I pull back the blanket, I see your stomach is flat as an iron. You’ve done it, as you warned me you would and left the fetus wrapped in wax paper for me to look at. My son. Woman, loving you no matter what you do, what can I say, except that I’ve heard the poor have no children, just small people and there is room only for one man in this house. (from Cruelty, p. 4)

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THE COCKFIGHTER’S DAUGHTER

I found my father, face down, in his homemade chili and had to hit the bowl with a hammer to get it off, then scrape the pinto beans and chunks of ground beef off his face with a knife. Once he was clean I called the police, described the dirt road that snaked from the highway to his trailer beside the river. The rooster was in the bedroom, tied to a table leg. Nearby stood a tin of cloudy water and a few seeds scattered on a piece of wax paper, the cheap green carpet stained by gobs of darker green shit. I was careful not to get too close, because, though his beak was tied shut, he could still jump for me and claw me as he had my father. The scars ran down his arms to a hole where the rooster had torn the flesh and run with it, finally spitting it out. When the old man stopped the bleeding, the rooster was waiting on top of the pickup, his red eyes like Pentecostal flames. That’s when Father named him Preacher. He lured him down with a hen he kept penned in a coop, fortified with the kind of grille you find in those New York taxicabs. It had slots for food and water and a trap door on top, so he could reach in and pull her out by the neck. One morning he found her stiff and glassy-eyed and stood watching as the rooster attacked her carcass until she was ripped to bits of bloody flesh and feather. I cursed and screamed, but he told me to shut up, stay inside, what did a girl know about it? Then he looked at me with desire and disdain. Later he loaded the truck and left. I was sixteen and I had a mean streak, carried a knife and wore such tight jeans I could hardly walk. They all talked about me in town, but I didn’t care. My hair was stringy and greasy and I was easy for the truckers and the bar clowns that hung around night after night, fighting sometimes just for the sheer pleasure of it. I’d quit high school, but I could write my name and add two plus two without a calculator. And this time, I got to thinking, I got to planning, and one morning I hitched a ride on a semi that was headed for California in the blaze of a west Texas sunrise. I remember how he’d sit reading his schedules of bouts and planning his routes to the heart of a country he thought he could conquer with only one soldier, the $1000 cockfight always further down the pike, or balanced on the knife edge, but he wanted to deny me even that, wanted me silent and finally wife to some other unfinished businessman, but tonight, it’s just me and this old rooster, and when I’m ready, I untie him and he runs through the trailer, flapping his wings and crowing like it’s daybreak and maybe it is. Maybe we’ve both come our separate ways to reconciliation, or to placating the patron saint of roosters and lost children, and when I go outside, he strolls after me until I kneel down and we stare at each other from the cages we were born to, both knowing what it’s like to fly at an enemy’s face and take him down for the final count. Preacher, I say, I got my GED, a AA degree in computer science, a husband, and a son named Gerald, who’s three. I’ve been to L.A., Chicago, and New York City on a dare, and know what?– it’s shitty everywhere, but at least it’s not home.

After the coroner’s gone, I clean up the trailer, and later, smoke one of Father’s hand-rolled cigarettes as I walk by the river, a quivering way down in my guts, while Preacher huddles in his cage. A fat frog catches the lit cigarette and swallows it. I go back and look at the picture of my husband and son, reread the only letter I ever sent and which he did not answer, then tear it all to shreds. I hitch the pickup to the trailer and put Preacher’s cage on the seat, then I aim my car for the river, start it, and jump out just before it hits. I start the pickup and sit bent over the steering wheel, shaking and crying, until I hear Preacher clawing at the wire, my path clear, my fear drained from me like blood from a cut that’s still not deep enough to kill you off, Father, to spill you out of me for good. What was it that made us kin, that sends daughters crawling after fathers who abandon them at the womb’s door? What a great and liberating crowing comes from your rooster as another sunrise breaks the night apart with bare hands and the engine roars as I press the pedal to the floor and we shoot forward onto the road. Your schedule of fights, clipped above the dashboard, flutters in the breeze. Barstow, El Centro, then swing back to Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, and a twenty-minute soak in the hot springs where Geronimo once bathed, before we wind back again into Arizona, then all the way to Idaho by way of Colorado, the climb, then the slow, inevitable descent toward the unknown mine now. Mine.

(from Fate, pp. 129-33)

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PENIS ENVY

My wife deserved to be shot. I served time in the Gulf, and I am telling you when I came home and found her packed up and gone, it wasn't long until I hatched a plan. I located the man behind it all, staked out his apartment and his job. Then one afternoon, I dressed up in camouflage, loaded up my AK-47 and went to Hot Dog Heaven. I found them in the parking lot, sharing kisses over lunch. I came up from behind, but changed my mind and walked right in front, and aimed through the windshield, before they had a chance to see who it was. I shouted my name, hoping she would hear it as she died, then I went to the passenger side and fired at his head. A red mass exploded like a sunburst. At first, I couldn't believe I'd done it, then I put the gun down and looked at my hands, which were steady. I pulled open the door, before I knew what I was doing. I just had to see what he was hiding in his pants. It was pathetic, a sad, shriveled thing there between his legs and not the foot-long she had said made her scream with pleasure. I did hear screams, but they were coming from my mouth, not hers. Noise, I thought, as I fired at her body again. Of course, I'd turned the gun on myself. What else could I do to erase it all? - the 911 calls, the sirens in the distance, but the ordinariness of murder overwhelmed me, possessed me like a spirit and I thought how easy it would be to take two or three more people with me. Instead, I decided to give myself up, plus I was out of ammunition. I guess it is my destiny, to be a living example for other men, who are only bluffing when they threaten violence. Now once a week, I write a column on relationships for the prison publication. I base my advice on actual situations. For example, Clarence Thomas. He had a dick fixation, just as I did. For me, it was a torment and my downfall and nearly his. Ultimately, the question is always how far are you willing to go? I think within his parameters, Clarence went the distance. As far as I'm concerned, he's earned his place on the Supreme Court and stands tall beside all the other men, who haven't given in to a woman's scorn, who are born again from the fire of their ridicule. If you ask me, Anita Hill got off too easily. I would have caught the bitch some afternoon, while the cherry blossoms were in bloom and boom, solved all my problems. Oops! I think I wobbled over the line that separates fantasy from crime. The counselors tell me all the time I've got to get it straight how the imagination sometimes races on without us. But I know Debby and Ed are off somewhere eating wedding cake and letting me take the fall for their betrayal. Is it fair that on the other side of this wall Clarence has it all and I have nothing but a ball and chain? That reminds me, I checked this Othello play out of the library. It's about a guy who loses his reputation and his wife, well, he kills her, but she made him. I found some parallels to my own life and Clarence's. Othello's black. But the other subtler thing is how a man must stand up to humiliation, must retaliate, or lose himself, who when he finds some pubic hair in his can of Coke must ask, regardless of the consequences, who put it there? (from Greed, pp. 176-79)

[mylifeasavetstudent]

Nerves About Ross

6/22/17

I heard I was accepted 3 weeks ago, but I’m still waiting to hear about whether I start in September 2017 or January 2018. I should know within the next 5-6 weeks - which could give me only 3-4 weeks to get ready and move down there.

Trying to get my thoughts in order, here are some of the logical and illogical things I'm scared about in regard to starting Veterinary School and in regard to moving down to St. Kitt’s. I’m sure some are normal and shared by most students, but I’m sure some are me just being a whiny 23-year old New York girl.

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1) Packing. (Overpacking, underpacking, forgetting). How am I gonna fit everything in two suitcases? I plan to use vacuum seal bags and bring the two biggest overweight suitcases and a carry-on that I can. I just keep thinking about all the bulky stuff - kitchenware, bedding/pillows, shower/beach towels, steel-toed farm boots, shoes/clothes, toiletries, makeup/hair/cosmetics, electronics, books/school supplies. I went away to undergrad college about 30 minutes away and lived on an on-campus dorm/apartment for 4 years. However, I was in a big city, and could easily get anything I needed down the block. I was also so close to home, that I often went home on the weekends, and could pick up anything I needed. Also important to note that I could use Amazon, unlike St. Kitt’s. Every time I moved in/out, it took about 2-3 car loads of stuff!

2) Buying textbooks/school supplies.

I guess I should wait till I get to the island to get books? Do they have a school bookstore? Will other students be selling them? I worry if I wait till I get down there, I won’t be able to find them.

Should I order them in advnace and pack them? I worry this will take up too much space/weight in my suitcase. Should I order them in advance and have them shipped to St. Kitt’s? This would probably be super expensive, and what if they take too long to get there or go to the wrong location?

3) Buying a car (getting license/insurance/mechanics, etc.)

When should I buy a car? Second semester? I’m worried I’ll be taken advantage of and pay a lot of money for a really crappy car. I’m nervous about driving a dangerous car. I’m nervous about going through all the processes of getting a license, insurance, legally buying the car, etc. I love my US car and I’m gonna miss it and hate leaving it at home for a few years! I’m also terrified to find a reliable St. Kitts mechanic, since I’ve heard horror stories about being overcharged and taken advantage of. Mechanics who “fix” your problem, but purposely create more. Criminal mechanics who steal your car and sell parts. Agh.

4) The bus system/traveling.

Super nervous about figuring it out and navigating it while I don’t have a car yet. What if I get stranded in some bad area alone as the sun sets?!

5) Food shopping (bugs, giardia).

I've heard horror stories about food on grocery store shelves being rancid and expired. I’ve been told to check the dates on everything before buying it - even milk and cheeses. I’ve been told about boxes of pasta full of bugs and peanut butter full of worms. I’ve also heard there is giardia and mycoplasma in the tap water? Definitely scared of that. Is this true of bottled water or other drinks?

6) Bugs/centipedes/spiders/ticks.

I am terrified of bugs. The pictures I see of giant spiders, moths, and aggressive, hard-to-kill venomous centipedes in homes/beds/clothes give me absolute nightmares. I’m also scared of ticks and tick-borne diseases due to all the outdoor activity. 

7) Living arrangements.

The uncertainty here is killing me. I know I'll be living in a dorm my first semester, but that’s only 3 months. And will I be living alone? With 2 roommates? 3? How do I apply? I’m nervous to be living alone - but what if I get roommates I hate?

8) Wild animals/monkeys/sea animals/hiking.

Are there dangerous wild animals? What about the monkeys? What about in the ocean? Are there aggressive fish/octopi? Do I need to worry about jellyfish? Sharp sea urchins? I know there are a lot of great hikes - but I'm an inexperienced hiker. Do I need to be scared of animals on the trails? What about tick-borne diseases? What about being robbed/attacked by humans on the trial? Or getting lost in the woods with no cell signal? I don’t even know what clothes to wear or what hiking shoes ARE! HELP.

9) Personal Safety/Being burgalarized.

I’ve heard that as long as you are generally street smart, you should be okay. But I also hear horror stories of native drug deals gone wrong right near St. Kitts students - of guns shots and murders. I’ve heard of armed car jackings, robberies, rapes. I’ve heard of break ins and burglaries. Definitely nervous about personal safety. Even if just my STUFF is stolen - I’m so nervous I'll lose expensive items, as well as personal valuable like photos and class notes. I’m investing in personal property insurance that extends to St. Kitts, as well as external hard drives to copy all my stuff. Do I need to buy a pocket knife or mace or something?

10) Cell phones.

I still don’t really understand this concept. So I can bring my iphone, and simply put it in airplane mode and turn on the wifi? That way I can use iMessage, email, Facebook messenger, WhatsApp, viver, etc. for phone calls/text - but, it will only work when there is wifi around. This way, I won’t be charged an exorbitant amount for international cell service. Should I stop paying for my phone plan?

I’m also told you’re given an old block phone from Ross for calls to other students and businesses on the island. 

11) Massive debt.

Yep. Probably gonna be in $325,000 of debt and start at $40,000 a year while I have clients scream at me about how rich I am and don’t care about animals. 

12) Failing out. 

Definitely scared of vet school being “too hard” and failing out. I know I’m a good student and I’m planning to study my ass off - but this fear is still there.

13) Living on my own.

Like I said, I lived about 30 minutes from my house for four years in undergrad college. I could go home on the weekends, and ask my mom for help with anything. I lived on campus, so I had maintenance and security staff always present. I never lived off campus. I also lived with 1-3 roommates every year, and always shared a bedroom - so I was never completely alone.

14) Making friends and knowing no one.

Definitely a big fear - but everyone else seems to manage it, right? I guess when you’re all in a completely new country with no friends/family, everyone’s a bit more open. 

15) Logistics - setting up a bank account, loans, FAFSA, paying pills, receiving monthly loan allowals, visas, passports, customs, flights, vaccines.

SO MUCH TO DO. 

16) Rabies vaccine

It’s gonna hurt, isn’t it? What other vaccines do I need? Can I get them on the island? Is it cheaper?

17) My dog.

My dog is 13 with CKD. I’m terrified that when I get on that flight, it’ll be my last time seeing her. ):

18) Mail system.

Seems very complicated and expensive. I’ve heard people dig through your personal mail right in front of you. And SO. EXPENSIVE. Also gonna greatly miss amazon.

19) Disease (Zika, HIV, Lyme, parasites - vaccines)

Definitely scared of getting some crazy topical diseases that we don’t have up here in NYC. Definitely scared of parasites - is that gorgeous water there safe to swim in? Not just the oceans/seas, what about lakes? I don’t need some crazy vagina parasite swimming into me or accidentally swallowing some giardia. Or is just the drinking water dangerous?

20) The health system (getting insurance, birth control, allergy shots, hospital visits)

Trying to figure out how to continue my birth control and allergy shots while I'm down there. Apparently my birth control is $4/month over the counter down there. Apparently Ross Health Services can administer my allergy shots, but I’ll have to bring the refrigerated vials down from NYC with me, and have them changed out every 9-12 months. God knows how much that would cost to ship - might be cheaper for me to just fly up and back and get em!

Definitely nervous about the quality of health care and emergency health care down there. I heard chickens roam the hospital. Hoping to get all my general/preventative care done on my breaks back home. 

21) Being okay with “island time” (everything being closed)

I’ve lived my entire life in a busy city - nothing closes, ever. Weekends, nights, holidays - there’s always somewhere I can stop and get food/drinks. Adapting to there being no drive throughs or quick delis to stop into when I had 5 minutes before class is gonna be rough. And so is realizing that by 5pm on a Friday, I’m screwed until 8am on a Monday for any business I need to go to or contact. Especially dreading this with a car breakdown. 

22) Not being able to find things from the US (Certain drinks, snacks, cosmetics)

Again, this is just something I’m gonna have to adapt to - but I will miss it!

23) Deciding when I can afford to go home.

I have no idea if I should go home after every semester? Is that something people normally do? Or once a year? 

From what I'm reading on flight websites: It’s gonna be about a $400-600 flight ($1000-1200 round trip), take about 5 hours (10 hours both way) and need to have 1-2 stops. With the stops, it’ll be about 7-22 hours one way (14-44 hours round trip). Ugh. 

24) Not taking advantage of all the great opportunities/trips available. 

I’m scared I’m gonna be so overwhelmed with classes and exams, that I’ll miss out on some of the great extracuricular activities, clubs, sports, games, hikes, etc. Or the great “vacation” trips abroad available on breaks. 

25) Second semester - rent, laundry, landlords, safety, finding roommates.

Definitely scared of moving on to second semester and out of the dorms where I'll be pressured to find a safe, convenient, cheap apartment. I’ll have to move all my stuff (how? rent a car?), pay bills, pay rent, deal with a landlord, all for the first time in my life. And I’m definitely scared about picking the “Right” roommates to live with. 

26) Restaurant food/native food

How is the food there? I’m unfortunately not a huge seafood fan, but not averse to trying the native food. However - is it safe? Should I make sure I ask for no ice (water parasites)? Is there a possibility of undercooked meat/seafood or spoiled/expired meat/seafood? Is there a possibility of parasites in the food?

27) Hobbies

I’ve been going to school part time and working full time the past year, and I haven’t participated in any of my hobbies in over a year. I love learning foreign languages and I love horseback riding - and I haven't had time (excuse excuse) or money to do either. I worry this will just continue on in veterinary school, as I’ll be even more stressed, and have even less time and less money. Is there even any horseback riding availability down there? I mean, I can’t really pack all my language books (guess I can do a lot online), and I definitely can’t pack all my riding stuff (boots, helmet, clothes, saddle, etc. etc.)

28) Fun one: So when do I change my blog name from mylifeasaPREvet student to mylifeasaVETstudent? I also think I’m gonna start a website blog about life on the island - no only for future nervous students (like me right now) - but for my friends and family to see via Facebook. Don’t exactly wanna share all my tumblr info on Facebook! Best website for a blog?

[nyangibun]

Zutara: Day 5 - Distance

So this is 1000 years late but I’m determined to do every single prompt so here we go. Better late than never!  This is a continuation of Day 2′s Eve and Day 3′s A New Year. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Ao3 Link

They aren’t dating. In fact, they aren’t even speaking.

Katara should have known better. One brief passionate kiss on a balcony hardly meant they were going to end up together – yet she had still hoped, still yearned deep into the night that he would sail to the South Pole to beg for her back. He never came though, and the days quickly turned to months as Katara found a bitter sort of acceptance that he didn’t love her anymore. The only thing left to do is move on. Maybe in a few years, Katara would be over the young Fire Lord. Maybe then, she could fall in love with someone more attainable, someone less confusing and infuriating.

Only she has spent nearly three years in love with the man. All efforts at trying to get over him had been pointless. Now that she knows what his lips taste like or how his body feels against hers, how could Katara ever hope to move on?

It’s impossible. It’s absurd. It’s –

“Master Katara?”

Her eyes snap to her right and she blushes furiously when she realises she hasn’t been paying attention to a single thing the council has been saying. Katara bows her head in remorse. “I must apologise. I am simply not feeling… like myself today.”

Chief Arnook nods in understanding and concern. “That is most unfortunate. Why don’t we adjourn for the day? We can reconvene tomorrow and talk about the logistics of this centre then. It has been a long journey and I am sure my men are most eager to eat and rest.”

“Of course,” Katara says, and as the entire council stands, she dutifully falls in line behind her father and Sokka when they exit the tent.

The wind curls deeply around her, nipping at any exposed skin it can find, as soon as the tent door flaps shut behind her. It has been months since the New Year’s party, and although it is July, the frigid temperature seems determined to stay. This isn’t abnormal for the South Pole but it is the coldest summer anyone has faced in a long time. Katara wraps her parka tightly around her body and heads for the cluster of tents in the back where the women are cooking. Although her reputation as a master waterbender has helped open doors for other female waterbenders, deep-rooted tradition and culture is hard to uproot. Most non-bending women are still expected to cook, clean and care for the house as the men deal with everything else. Katara is determined to change that, but she also knows patience is key here.

The walk is thankfully quiet but harder to do against the biting winds. Her braid whips against her face as she tries to trudge on, but when Katara steps on a thin sheen of ice, she loses her footing and nearly goes crashing into the snow. She is saved when a rough hand grabs her forearm and steadies her. Tanned skin and bright crystal blue eyes meet her own as she rights herself back up.

“Are you alright?”

“Um…” Katara breathes out. Every man in the Southern Water Tribe is older than her and usually much older than her. The only one even remotely close to her age is Sokka and he’s her brother. This man staring back at her is certainly not her brother and certainly not middle-aged. “I’m fine. I’m… okay. Thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” he says with a booming chuckle. “I couldn’t let the legendary Master Katara fall flat on her face. I’d be kicked out of the tribe if I let that happen!”

She chuckles, blushing at his words and hating herself for being so susceptible to a handsome man’s compliment. “I’m not legendary.”

“You beat the Fire Princess and you helped the Avatar save the world. I think that’s pretty legendary,” he tells her seriously, but there’s a twinkle in his eyes that suggests he’s flirting with her. Now that is definitely something she’s not used to. At least not in recent years.

“I… Um, who are you?”

“Oh, where are my manners! I’m Shodo. I came with Chief Arnook,” he says brightly, and offers her his hand.

Katara shakes it and nods. “I see. You’re here to help build the waterbending centre? That must mean you’re a waterbender too.”

“Yes, but I’m sure I’m not quite as good as you are, Master Katara,” Shodo says with a slight bow but the twinkling is still there and she’s beginning to realise these compliments are only there to stroke her ego.

“You wouldn’t be here with Chief Arnook if you weren’t good, Shodo,” Katara says evenly. She may not be used to flirting but she knows better than to fall for false compliments. Besides, Shodo is much too narrow for her taste. Now that she’s really looking, his nose is also too round and his jaw is too wide. He’s not that handsome after all. Definitely not her type.

“I can’t possibly compare to the beautiful –”

Thankfully his words are cut short as shouts are heard from further in the village. Katara doesn’t spare a glance for Shodo before she starts racing towards the noise. The alarm hasn’t been raised so that’s a good sign, but there’s still fear and panic in the eyes of her people, so Katara bends a thin sliver of water to her side just in case.

As she reaches the water’s edge, Katara sees the Fire Nation vessel and skids to a stop. Shodo, who has been running right behind her, stumbles into her back until they’re both sprawled on the snow. Her cheek is resting against the cold ground as she’s kept down by the weight of Shodo on top of her. She tries to move but he’s too heavy. Katara could fling him off with a simple flick of her wrist but that wouldn’t do for the relations between the North and the South.

“Uh, Shodo? Can you please get off of me?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry! Okay, here, let me just…”

Katara feels him shift his body but then he slips and tumbles back on top of her. “Shodo!”

“Sorry, Katara. It’s slippery!”

A pair of black curled toe boots come into view from where she’s lying. Someone coughs roughly before Shodo is being yanked off of her and thrown several feet away. She can tell by the way the snow crunches under his weight and also by the loud yelp of pain as he lands with a thud.

Once back on her feet, Katara glances towards her saviour, ready to thank him, when she jumps away in surprise. “Zuko! What are –”

“Can we talk in private?” he asks, cutting her off.

For a second, all Katara can do is stare. He seems older than when she last saw him. The aristocratic slope of his nose seems more pronounced, his jaw more angular, and that’s when she realises how gaunt he looks. Zuko has lost weight. Even his broad shoulders have slimmed in the past few months. The urge to rest a hand to his scarred cheek and comfort him is overwhelming, but the pained look in his eyes is enough to stop her. Instead, Katara rests both of her hands on either hip and scowls. “Why? So you can kiss me again and leave without a word for seven months? Seven months, Zuko!”

He rubs his face and looks down. “I know. I’m sorry, Katara. I really am but I can explain.”

 “Is that why you’re here? To explain yourself? You know a letter works just as well!”

“Please, Katara, just let me –”

“No, you had seven months to explain yourself! You could’ve written. You could’ve done anything but you let me sit here thinking – well, you know what? It’s too late, Zuko!”

By now, they have gathered quite a crowd and Katara is distantly aware that her father and brother are also somewhere in this crowd. She doesn’t care anymore though. She’s too hurt, too angry to bother with keeping quiet.

“You’re lying,” Zuko points out, as his eyes flicker back to hers. “You still love me.”

“How dare you!” she shouts, incensed by the sheer arrogance of him – even if he is right. “I don’t and I regret ever thinking I was!”

Zuko smirks and takes a step forward. Katara instinctively steps back. This only makes him smirk even wider. “Why don’t I believe you?”

“I don’t care if you don’t believe me. That’s the truth.”

“Katara,” he says as he inches closer. “Do you know how hard it was for me not to jump into that boat with you? Not to commandeer my fastest ship and sail after you?”

“Why didn’t you?” she snaps.

“Because we found another rebel faction,” Zuko explains. “And then I had to go to Ba Sing Se to talk with King Kuei about reparations. Then I had to oversee the creation of another factory mill. Then I had to attend council meetings.” He inhales deeply and shakes his head. “There is so much that comes with being Fire Lord. There is never a moment to myself. I was sleeping three, four hours a night, Katara. I shouldn’t have been able to function as I did. But I suppose I didn’t.

On a routine checkup around one of the poorer districts in the Fire Nation, we were attacked and I was so tired I didn’t see him coming. He had me pinned down in seconds, a knife in my stomach. And as I laid there, bleeding out onto the street, you know what I was thinking?”

When Katara doesn’t respond, Zuko continues with a rueful smile.

“I was thinking about how I should have just gone after you. How it didn’t matter if I made the Fire Nation the most successful nation in the world. At the end of the day, no matter how much I love my country and my people, I love you more.”

There’s a muffled sniffle from behind Katara but she’s too focused on Zuko to really notice. It’s the most she’s ever heard him speak without addressing a room full of diplomats. It’s the most sincere she’s ever seen him. It’s made it hard for her to stay angry. She was so determined to finally push him out of her life once and for all, but Katara should’ve known that she would never have been able to do that. Zuko is as much apart of her as she is apart of him.

“Zuko, I –”

“Oh, kiss him, Katara! If you don’t, I will!”

Zuko’s face flushes a bright red, his eyes going comically wide.

“Sokka, shut up!”

But she doesn’t need to be told twice. In one quick move, Katara has her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and her lips pressed up against his. She pours every roll and swell of her emotions into the kiss and delighting when she feels Zuko reciprocate it in every way. When they finally break apart, Katara notices they are suddenly alone.

“I guess we grossed them out,” she says, blushing.

Zuko touches her cheek with a gentle stroke of his finger. “Nothing gross about what we just did.”

“Probably gross for Sokka though. And my dad!”

“Katara, can we not talk about your family while I’m thinking about all the ways I want to kiss you?” he asks with a roll of his eyes. “It’s really distracting.”

She blushes again. “Okay, um... what other ways do you want kiss me?”

Zuko smirks, and this time, she feels only desire curl in the pit of her stomach instead of anger. “How about you accept my job offer and I’ll show you?”

“What offer?” Katara asks, pulling back slightly from his embrace to look at him. “What kind of job?”

“Come back to the Fire Nation with me. Be an ambassador for the Southern Water Tribe,” Zuko says carefully, golden eyes studying her for her reaction. “Be my trusted advisor.”

“Zuko, you’re asking me to leave my home. My people.”

“I know it’s a lot to ask,” Zuko acknowledges with a sigh. “But for nearly three years, I’ve wandered around wondering why nothing feels quite right when everything I have ever wanted has happened. I had my honour back, I had friends, I had Mai back, but none of it mattered somehow.”

“Because you still couldn’t help feeling something was missing,” Katara finishes for him. She knows the feeling all too well.

“Yes,” he nods. “I don’t want to be without you again. I need you.”

The answer is on the tip of her tongue. It’s what she wants. It’s what she’s wanted for nearly three years but could she really do it? Could she really leave her home behind for a man? That’s not like her.

“It’s a job offer, Katara,” Zuko reminds her again. “I’m not just asking because I need you. The Fire Nation needs you too. You’ve done more for us than most of my advisors combined. You know how to talk to people. You wouldn’t be going just for me. And think of all you could do for the Southern Water Tribe there too.”

“November.”

“What?”

“I need four months to help finish building the waterbending centre and get everything settled with the new teachers,” Katara says to him firmly. “Four months.”

“Does that mean…”

“I love you, don’t I?” Katara rolls her eyes before she’s throwing herself back into his arms, kissing him as fiercely as she did before. “I’m going wherever you’re going, Fire Lord.”

“Good,” Zuko says between kisses. “Because I love you too.”

[gulescamisade]

Alaska:  Day 1

[[ There seems to be a blinding force of green sparks, not unlike the flash which engulfed Europa. Their surroundings smear into nothing but blurs as they are torn from their previous location and ripped through the fabric of space itself. KARKAT, DAELOS, NYALAH, ARANEA, MITUNA, REDGLARE, DAVE, LATULA, MINDFANG, and TEREZI are all dumped unceremoniously on their faces, greeted with a cushion of white soft stuff. It is also cold. Bitterly cold.]]

[[ They have been teleported to a bitterly cold winter wonderland. The area is extremely isolated with a small silhouette of a distant mountain range on the horizon and a boreal forest about a couple miles’ walk to their left. Recent snowfall has covered the ground completely with “four billion tons of white bullshit.” Due to cloud cover, the sky is also a blinding white. The snow is deep - depending on how tall one is, it comes up to either their shins or knees. ]]

REDGLARE: -She swings the sharp, pointed blade of her staff through the air. She'd know if she hit flesh, but she didn't, obviously. She stumbles a few steps, into the snow.-

REDGLARE: GOD REDGLARE: D4MN 1T! REDGLARE: -gonna just pound her fist into the snow as she catches her breath.-

KARKAT: =DOOF. Right into the snow. He's warm now but at least he's FREAKED OUT=

MITUNA: -Laying face down in the snow. He's fine, this is fine.-

MINDFANG: -She had been minding her post in silence and now shes stumbling into freezing cold snow, just managing to stay on her feet.- !!!!!!!!

TEREZI: =She's quickly scrambling to her feet. It's COLD, and everything is one color. ONE color!!!=

MINDFANG: -Staring bewildered at her surroundings and then whirling around to look at the others.-

KARKAT: =SHOOTS UP= FUCK!

LATULA: -mituna is fine and THANK GOD FOR THAT because here comes her butt to make things worse. sorry mituna she just sorta. lands on him-

DAVE: -he was reaching for jade and then something fucked up happened and now he's here- ok what the fuck

DAELOS: -His landing is rather painful. He groans, the cold air digging into him like a knife. Just where a blue blood wants to be, in a helllish snowscape.-

MITUNA: H0RF! -Rip Mituna Captor-

LATULA: OH FUCK.

LATULA: bruh wh4t th3 SH1Z 1 4m SO SORRY.

MITUNA: 175 C00L 1M C00L

NYALAH: -definitely coming up to her knees. And she is FREEZING, having already a low body temp to begin with. She lands in the snow and springs upwards. Ready for strifes.-

MITUNA: 4ND 4L1V3 0R 50M37H1NG

MITUNA: Y4Y -Muffled sarcasm-

DAELOS: -SHAKES HIS BODY AND A MINI FUCKING SNOWSTORM HAPPENS-

DAELOS: Brrr.

DAVE: -he gets his bearings and realizes they're in some kind of...heavily winter'd place on earth. he looks around. karkat's fine. perfect. but...- wheres jade

TEREZI: =Her level of upset at being unable to see has made her rage quit and she's viciously attacking this snow. By kicking it. IE wading through it trying to kick it.=

LATULA: -gonna just hoist mituna now cause-- BRRRR INDEED.-

LATULA: th1s pl4c3 blowz sh1t dud3z. w3 uh.

LATULA: got 4ny 1d34z wh3r3 1t 1s?

DAELOS: -The cold is already interfering with his thought processes. It slows everything down for him, makes it hard to think, being very cold blooded.-

MINDFANG: -Stares at those who fight the snow. And judges in silence.-

DAELOS: -But he's trying to see if he can get in contact with anyone, his goggles flashing.-

ARANEA: -as soon as she becomes even the slightest bit aware of her surroundings, she's clinging to daelos, GRIPING.-

MINDFANG: I am going to assume somewhere on earth.

REDGLARE: W3 n33d to mov3. Won't l4st 4 n1ght 1n th3s3 cond1t1ons h3r3.

MINDFANG: That might 8e hopeful thinking though, considering we somehow were just randomly transported.

REDGLARE: 1t w4s j4d3.

REDGLARE: Com3 on. -She's already trudging towards that forest.- REDGLARE: Sh3 n3v3r could control thos3 4b1l1t3s b3for3. H4pp3n3d wh3n sh3 w4s str3ss3d. 4ft3r sh3 w4s shot.

MINDFANG: 8e a dear and refresh me on who that is? -Shes already getting her sword out. Not taking any chances.-

DAVE: -he winces. god damn it. he has to keep it together, and he's going to. so he just...gets up and he starts TRUDGING AHEAD- then lets get the hell up and go -he's so fucking cold this is ridiculous-

REDGLARE: Don't th1nk 1t'd b3 off pl4n3t. W4sn't r4ndom. H4d to b3 som3 1nflu3nc3.

TEREZI: =their uniforms are white too...=

TEREZI: =CLINGS TO SOMEONE, holding tight to their sleeve=

TEREZI: TH1S SUCKS...

DAELOS: -Takes his goggles off, frowning.- No connection, deerheart.

DAELOS: -Balances his weight on both his cane and Aranea as he pulls himself up. It's even harder than usual in the snow. He's shivering quite a lot.-

MITUNA: -Being carried by Latula.-

REDGLARE: - Pauses just to check her com-- and seeing that it's still lighting up.-

LATULA: -SHE TRAINED FOR THIS SHIT-

DAVE: -gets out his communicator while walking. there's gotta be a gps on this thing, right?-

DAELOS: -It appears that in his landing, his goggles broke against his face. Oh.-

TEREZI: M4YB3 1TLL H3LP 1F W3 M1GR4T3D SOUTH W1TH TH3 R3ST OF TH3 B1RDS!

LATULA: psh...

LATULA: y34h w1sh w3 h4d 3nough w1ngs to go round.

LATULA: 41nt th4t r1ght st1ff????

REDGLARE: -GRUNTS-

DAELOS: -crouches down to rumble in Aranea's ear.- Are you alright

DAVE: -groans and just ends up walking around them because he's not going to leave them behind either-

ARANEA: I'm fine! I'm only... disoriented...

[[ The sky doesn't look like it's going to clear up anytime soon. In fact, light snow begins to fall once more ]]

REDGLARE: -shivers, and then glances back at the group. She could scout ahead, by air, but in this weather, she'd probably just lose them...-

MINDFANG: -Trudging along through the snow with the rest of them, Earth weather can go to hell.-

TEREZI: =she's hugging herself, looking miserable and drifting off at a slight angle. The wind blowing all other scents around in addition to this monochrome bullshit is really doing a number on her.=

KARKAT: =He'll huddle Dave and Terezi with the warmth motherfucker around... even if his earfins are laying against his head for warmth, uhghhg=

DAELOS: -He really hates how sluggish and slow he feels right now. He normally doesn't move fast to begin with becasue of his disability, which the snow also impedes his movement with. Oh dear.-

DAELOS: -But Aranea is here so he will soldier on!!!-

DAELOS: I suppose we have to try and get somewhere

NYALAH: -shakes her head and sneezes. Okay enough of this. She leaps up to Redglare, fixing her with a serious look.- NYALAH: is will scout ahead -rasps-

DAVE: -sighs and is right up against karkat as they walk-

NYALAH: follow nose follow pawsteps -says, pushing ahead of the tealblood. Powering through the snow like a big cat. Which she is.- get to the warm places

DAELOS: -Ugghhrrhgh of course she wants to rifle through an unfamiliar hostile planet.-

DAELOS: ...Be careful -he doesn't even know if he said it loud enough-

NYALAH: -She's done it once, she'll do it 1000 more times.-

DAELOS: ...Be careful -he doesn't even know if he said it loud enough-

TEREZI: =Teeth: chattering; Fucks: none given=

DAVE: oh good DAVE: cats usually know what theyre doing

TEREZI: =snifs. her nose is running= H3Y GUYS, D1RK W4NTS 4 H34DCOUNT

TEREZI: WHOS 4LL H3R3? 1TS...4 B1T H4RD TO T3LL

DAVE: me

REDGLARE: -turns back to do a quick sweep of all of theese people...-

TEREZI: TH4NKS T4LUL4 =shivering under the arm of her boyo=

DAELOS: -He remembers that he still has his sylladex!!! Here comes a blow torch. He crouches, trying to shelter the flame with his lorge body and FWOOM-

DAELOS: If anyone woudl like to warm their hands for the moment

REDGLARE: ...How long w1ll th4t fl4m3 l4st?

DAELOS: We ought to be frugal

DAELOS: I just refilled this, but it's 60 minuites of continued use at the most

REDGLARE: th3r3's wood. 1t's w3t, but you'v3 got 4n 1nt3ns3, sust41n3d h34t.

REDGLARE: W3'll bu1ld 4 f1r3p1t.

DAELOS: A fine idea -FWOOM. It's off again.-

DAELOS: -Takes out his tool box which is so heavy and large that is sinks into the snow. In it there's some ship towels used for cleaning oil and such.-

TEREZI: HHHHHHHH GOOD GOOD F1R3 Y3S

DAELOS: -Shuffles his tools to get at them-

DAVE: -he's going to help with wood gathering. he knows a thing or two about survival-

[[ Little by little, they are getting closer to the forest. Their path has certainly been carved into the earth. Despite the snowfall, their tracks will be rather difficult to cover up in a short amount of time. ]]

NYALAH: -not really concerned for covering her tracks as she is trying not to freeze to death. She'll gather wood too. Keeping a sharp nose out.-

[[ Eventually they get there, SUCCESS!! Despite snowcover in the forest as well, it is not as deep, thanks to the canopy of the trees overhead. Finding items for the firepit should not be too difficult. There is an abundance of dead branches and sizable rocks littering the forest floor. They should find a shelter, however temporary. ]]

TEREZI: =now that she's out of the white hellscape she can finally be of some use and lays out an extra jacket on the floor, placing rocks in it for their firepit.=

DAELOS: -Offers up some sheets of shop towels as well-

REDGLARE: -she's got a blanket, and she wraps it around her shoulders. She's been carrying this thing for years now... she'd nearly forgotten about it.-

TEREZI: TH4NKS

TEREZI: =sniffs the air, shivering a bit= [[The white sky is now transforming into bleeding oranges and reds. The sun is beginning to set.]] TEREZI: 1T'S G3TT1NG D4RK TEREZI: 1T'S GONN4 G3T COLD3R

REDGLARE: W3'll sl33p 1n sh1fts. K33p th3 f1r3 4l1v3.

NYALAH: -packs herself down, small and stiff. So squinty eyed and cold.-

DAELOS: -uncapatchas his work apron and drapes it on Nyalah-

NYALAH: -peers at him, still squinty.- smelly

DAELOS: -All of his stuff is getting spread out, lol-

DAELOS: -offended- It was just laundered

NYALAH: double smelly -curls up under it. Watching.-

DAELOS: -Horse snort. Sort of grumpy. He's still mad at you. But he's also worried.-

DAELOS: -He's getting so tired so quickly in this cold.-

NYALAH: -weak-

DAELOS: -Shut it...-

TEREZI: =She picks a place somewhat out of the wind from the nearby shubbery but not too close. Scraping away the snow and dead grass with her foot, she shivered as she placed the stones in a careful circle.=

NYALAH: -the question is... who looks susceptible for cuddles...- NYALAH: -prowls discreetly.-

TEREZI: OP3R4T1ON F1R3P1T 1S 4 GO

DAVE: -still helping make this firepit amazing because they will need all the heat they can get-

DAELOS: -Passes Dave his blowtorch so he can rest-

DAELOS: Do not use it for longer than necessary.

TEREZI: SH-SH-SH4M3 W3 C4NT BLOWTORCH OUR W-W4Y TO TH3 3QU4TOR

NYALAH: -breathing on Terezi.- 833 NYALAH: -starts to settle in with her. Snuggling.-

DAELOS: I agree -he's going to sit down down near where the fire would be, probably with Aranea tucked into hsi arm. He's conserving energy.-

DAVE: thanks -takes this blowtorch and sighs, sitting down-

TEREZI: =She began to place down tinder Dave found - some of the dryer leaves - and carefully began placing small twigs around it. A happy little cone, ripe for the smoking!=

NYALAH: -hi Terezi. Nyalah is still up in your business, snuggling for warmth.-

TEREZI: =She cant even bring herself to say bad kitty! She's too cold >:'[ Plus Nyalah has the right idea. They should all form a toasty group hug.=

NYALAH: -sharing the lorge apron with her. And body heat too. Oooo.- NYALAH: -kneads Terezi's side with paws, soothing her of her stress.-

TEREZI: =she jsut.....lets this happen.= >:'|

NYALAH: - UwU -

DAELOS: -You're so SHAMLESS.-

[[ If anyone has to pee in the middle of the night, wandering away from the safety of the campfire and the people pile, they may catch sight of deep claw marks carved into the bark of a nearby tree. The scars look very fresh. Upon closer inspection, at the base of this tree resting untouched upon the snow is a lone, white feather. ]]

[[ This feather is the size of a person's arm from shoulder to fingertips. ]]

[[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pMvzJwe-MR0 ]]

[[ Sweet dreams. ]]

NYALAH: - OwO -

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It is a very uncommon deficit, those words stay with me... Its what the doctor told my dad, what my dad told me, and what the kids at school made fun of me for... Termolophlaemene, or TPM, its been my closest enemy ever since I was born. Not a lot is known of it but what is known still terrifies me to this day. Around the age of 7 was when it really decided to kick in. I had already had a very difficult social life, I had no friends, my mother was killed in a car accident... She died in my arms that night, I had recently been homeschooled on account of my "deficit" so starting school in the middle of second grade with traumatizing imprints on my mind. It didn't make it easier having uncontrollable and somewhat violent children running around. I couldn't focus. I actually couldn't focus, I wish I could say that was the worst it got. But anyways I would always and I mean always nod off in class, learning simple addition and subtraction was the last thing on my mind. I had.. Imagined things, things no one should ever imagine, I pictured I was inside the mind of a soldier that had just experienced shell shock, the twisted and insane mentality that made him do unspeakable things to himself, I imagined I was a poltergeist terrorizing an innocent family, I laughed and bathed in the utter raw dread and fear the family had knowing I would brutally murder a child that night, right in the middle of these fantasies my teacher would slam a book on my desk to get me on task. I would apologize to her in advance, she thought I was apologizing for nodding off. She had no clue. I was sent to the counselor for the remainder of the day, he would ask me over and over why I couldn't focus. My father being too ashamed to inform the school of my problem, I had to improvise and say that its just a child's mind taking him 1000 miles away form where he actually was. He wasn't buying it. So I decided to bite the bullet and tell him about my issue and what I had imagined. He had looked at me with this sort of remorse that also included fright. He asked what else I might of imagined over the course of the day. I figured nothing bad would come out of this, even though my dad told me not to tell anyone about my problem, I felt like I was safe here. So I'd tell him how I imagined that I was a doctor somewhere in the Victorian era, no anesthetics, bacteria infested equipment, a dim lit room with a few candles. While a man lay before me screaming in agony begging me to just end his life. All the while I was carefully remodeling and moving the broken femur bones and putting them back in their place. I had explained to him my very own thought as an SS officer. Ruthlessly ending the life of another vermin. One after the other, I had taken a shotgun, and I would put caves into each one of their chests, the screams. They only got louder when I had started using a knife. Apologizing and laughing after each one. He had previously asked me to stop explaining but I was too endulged in my thoughts to notice. He had asked me what the name of my condition. And I told him the name, he then asked me what it does to my brain exactly. And seeing how I knew nothing of it at the time. I improvised again. I told him around the age of two, I was apparently the victim of a victim of a vicious dog attack, I was repeatedly dragged and thrown around while the k,9's teeth sank deeper and deeper into my brain, while I was helpless to to anything against it, to add to the brain damage, a passed by who saw the attack tried to help by beating the dog with a stick until the dog left, I could hear the bones inside the dog as they were broken and shuffled around in its body, all the while the woman didn't stop beating this dog, some of her blows reached me and I could hear my own skull cracking against the force of her. The whole time I'm trying to mumble out barely audible words. I'm sorry. And The counselor didn't tale that very well. That's when everything went from ok to really bad. My father had been sent to civil court on belief that he had abused me and neglected me, and he won the trial but it was a bit ironic. He started drinking. He started to yell and scream. He started to hit me. The beatings were terrible. I would have something sprained by the end of every lashing. At least I was able to zone out while I was being bashed to what was at one pint the next month in a full body cast. I had constantly told him I'm sorry. Just like my teacher. I had asked for a meeting with my councelor, my father, my teacher, and my doctor, and after two years of constant pleading and begging I had finally got what I asked for. I was nine then and I had moved to another class since those two years but I begged for my teacher I had then. The teacher and the councelor had been informed on what my current situation was. The beatings, and my father had once again been taken to civil court, found guilty and spent the next 6 years in prison. After the gavel hit, my father was being escorted outside and I shouted I'm sorry about five times. He looked at me with hatred as he was to be gone until I was a teenager. And once again, I said under my breath. I'm sorry. I had still gone to school staying with a neighbor knowing about what was going on.there was kids but they were way older than I was. A 17 year old and a 15 year old. Mr and Mrs tentri were usually never around. So the only company I had was these older kids. They would never want to be around me. They thought I would hurt them somehow. So one day I went up to them and said. "Britney, Brendon, I'm really sorry. I know I scare you sometimes and I don't mean to. I just want to be friends. And Britney had sympathy for me and she had handed me an extra controller to play video games with them, I really took a liking to her. She was the only one nice enough to invite me to hang out with them. But Brendon disliked this. He complained the whole way. Britney tried to defend me but nothing worked. He called me names and very often shoved me out of The way. One last time I told him I'm sorry. So one night. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen, but as Mr and Mrs tentri never left anything sharp around us I only found use for a butter knife. He gurguled and screamed all the while the dull knife went furtwand further into his Adams apple. While he was wriggling around I ran to Britney's room asking her to come see what I did. So we rushed to Brendon's room. The high pitch scream deafening my hearing for a bit threw me off guard meanwhile Britney grabbed me and started shaking me. Violently she shook me as Brendon struggled to remove the knife from his throat. Britney finally let go of me but started dialing the police. So I had to snatch the phone from her and I pushed it down her throat. And I took the knife from Brendon as he was about to die anyways and I pushed it into Britney's throat to keep her from getting the phone out. The only thing I could do next was leave. I stayed back at my house for a while, trying to hide whenever police aruved and an investigation started. I was scared, frightens on what I might have done for these 6 years, they all should have been when I was. One day I thought it was smart to go back to school, just one more time. I went into the counselors office to talk and release stress. I had apologized to him, and him saying "what for?" Was what I was looking for, I had taken the color pencil I had and the stress ball on the table and shoved the end of the pencil into his eye socket, then to muffle the screams that the principal would have heard, I had stuffed the stress ball down his throat. I repeated to then stab him in the chest with safety scissors, as they were the only other sharp object in the room, and I watched him as he died. The sounds of muffled gurgurling filled my adrenaline ten fold. I had come up with the excuse that the councelor thought it was about time I was to go back to class, lunch was not yet over but I had that alibi for if someone who knew where I was supposed to be had seen me. I snuck into ms. Carol's class and she welcomed me in with open arms and within a spilt second looked at me an utter horror. I ran at her with all the force I had in me and dug my fingers into both her eyes, at this point I didn't care if anyone heard because I would have dissapeard for 5 and a half years after that. Pushing my fingers into her skull until I had nothing left but knuckle and fist to see, I had heard the kids line up to wait for class to start up again. Deciding that my deficit was the cause behind my acts like of aggression, I moved in with my life. This nice safe place, where all I have is my thoughts and I. I had gone to the local library to figure out what was left that I didn't know about my problem, I found that there is a nueron in the cerebral part of my brain.. That is eating away at itself, leaving the rest of it to slowly decompose the part of my brain that decides judgment. Being disgusted by this I had preformed evasive surgery.. Since I wouldn't have any access to anasthetics I decided clentching a razor blade in my other hand would distract me from the sounds of the drill. I like to think to this day that the surgery worked. When I turned 10 I felt like it would be a great present to myself to go inform my doctor that I had made a full recovery. And to apologize for any inconvenience I put him through. Walking to the hospital where I was diagnosed I had a feeling of people watching me. Which wasn't odd seeing as how a small child wearing a winter coat in the middle of july was walking by himself. I had been stopped by the police no more than 30 minutes from where I needed to go, they had asked me what was wrong and why I couldn't be on the streets by myself, and acting like the new recovered form of my self I told them thank you and and I gave them directions to what they thought was my home. Along the way they gave me sympathetic stories of when they were children and how their mothers always made them wear big coats. I had told them what happened to my mother. And they asked then why I had such a big coat, and I told them why I had it. In fact I showed them. I had stuck my arm around the passenger and had her in a hold while I repeatedly shot her until the other officer stopped the car and trued to pull his pistol out at me, but my deficit giving me the adrenaline needed, I took the dead officer's gun and had it right under the other officers head

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Genre: Action, Combat Developer: Activision Publisher: Apple ESRB Rating: Not-Rated Release Date: November 16, 2009

Hints

Open Doors Without Using Any Points

To open doors without using any of your points you have to do this. First you must be with another player or you’ll just die. Start a new game with someone else either bluetooth or anything else (as long as it’s not single player). Once you do, go to any door (on any map) and see how much points you need to open it. Then get that many points or higher. Then go to the same door. Then pull out a grenade and keep holding it while counting from five seconds to one second, then wait half a second more and press the open door button. If done right, you should throw the grenade and open the door at the same time. You will also get downed. Then your ally should be coming to revive you (most of the time). If they revive you, you will see the opened door and your points will be the same.

Get The Ray Gun And Wunderwaffe In Round 3 (Shi No Numa)

First you have to get 2000 points to get started. So I suggest knifing the zombies until round 3. Now, go to the Mystery Box (where it starts off) and buy a gun. When the Mystery Box opens and you see the guns flipping and changing. Quickly run to the door way on the left side of the box and hide on the side of the door frame until you can’t see the changing guns. And when it stops. Go see what is your final gun. It will either be a Wunderwaffe DG2 (a gun that shoots electric bolts) or a Ray Gun. Note that you only have a 50% chance of this working, so in the first or second level, open the gate so when you are trying to do this glitch, zombies can’t attack you from behind because of the stairs that you might have opened.

Behind Box

This is for nacht der untoten. You need to go to the mystery box and to the left. (in the corner between the cabinet and mystery box) look down and try to plow your way through the gap. This is very fidgitty, and I found it helps to play music and also quit the app while walking in the corner and resuming the game. Neither of those are required but they get you through faster. (if you don’t have IOS 4 you can play music by starting a song and then the app, then right as the opening video is starting double tap the home button and the player bar should come up, then just hit pause and play, if done correctly the video will be skipped.

Flamethrower In Nacht

Get 1000 clear debris on stairs then go up and you will see a cabinet when you walk up to it it will say open cabinet 2000 open it and there will be a flamethrower.

Mystery Box Hint

This is a hint for the mystery box. The version for this hint of the game is 1. 2 . . I will tell how you can know what gun you will get when you open the mystery box. You have to look at the very first gun that will pop up. You have to open the box and then when you see the first weapon pop up let it go through all the other weapons and then the final weapon that pops up should be the one that I told you would pop up. Here is a list of the guns I know you can get when you open the mystery box.

FIRST GUN THAT POPS UP YOU GETThompson CarbinePPSH-41 Sawed-off ShotgunCarbine Grewehr 43Ray Gun Springfield. 357 Mag Revolver PPSH-41Cocktail ThomsponMP40 PTRS-41STG-44 Browning M1919A6M1 Grand MP40Flamethrower M1 GrandFG-42 Kar98kBar M1897 Trench GunSawed-off Shotgun CocktailM1897 Trench Gun FlamethrowerBrowning M1919A6 FG-42PTRS-41 Double Barrel ShotgunKar98k MG-42Double Barrel Shotgun BarGrewehr 43. 357 Mag RevolverSpringfield STG-44

This is all the guns that I know you can get when you open the mystery box. Remember when you open up the mystery box look for the first gun you see in the box and then wait for it to get the weapon I told you would pop up. The guns go in a certain order.

How To Get Behind Mystery Box (iphone-only!)

To do this you will have to start a single player game of zombies on the map nacht der untoten on your iphone or ipod touch. Then get enough points 2000-3000 shud be enough. Open the door downstairs that says “help” on itUse the mystery box until you get a good enough weapon. Then when you get the weapon you desire, go to the corner of the mystery boxWhere the file cabnits are at go inbetween the mystery box and the cabnits and start walkingWhile you are walking click the home button on your iphone/ipod touch. When it exits the app click the app again, You will be at the pause menu of your game you were just playingWhile your at the pause menu click “resume carnage”. Right after you click resume carnage and I mean right after it start walking forward and then you should be behind the mystery box and indestructable *note: the zombies will not come after you unless your in the same corner you came in at. Hope you like it worked for me it should work for you!

Der Reise: Getting Somewhere Playing Solo

In Nach Der Reise a general way for me to get far in the levels: 1. Go through levels one and two just stabbing and repairing barriers 2. Stab zombies until overwhelmed (have about 3, 200 points by now), make a break for the door with a double barrel shotgun on the other side 3. Go through the next door 4. Up the stairs and remove the obstacle 5. Leap off ledge, go to mystery box for a weapon (usually I get better weapons like the ray gun by getting to it early, but if you get the exploding bottles restart and try again) 6. Camp until you get a ray gun, or a bowie, if you get to level seven without it, restart (personal preference for those two guns, but DO NOT switch out your pistol for ANYTHING) 3000-4000 points, turn on the electricity when you feel like it, but at the latest at the end of this step7. Wait for the last zombie (make sure the electricity is on), run to the room up the stairs, activate teleporter, run to main frame (when you activated the teleporter a boost will appear near the fence which zombies can climb over that’s across from the main frame, don’t grab it of it is a nuke though! )8. Climb stairs, head left, cross bridge, unblock stairway, run down, head to the door with the teleporter (through a door way, back right corner), get on teleporter, turn around (guaranteed you will want any extra second for this dash), start countdown, run like a madman back up the stairs, jump off before the bridge, take a right to the inner crescent, run to main frame, activate, then go back to your camping spot and kill the lonesome little guy9. Get at least 6, 200 points, or wait till 11, 200 points (I always do the first)10. Wait for the last dude and run through the door behind you, start countdown, run and activate it, and feed the Pack a Punch your pistol (it is not a waste! It fires grenades that will kill zombies at lower levels or take off the legs at higher levels! Perfect for getting your other gun Pack a Punch’ed! ) if you already have the points for another Pack a Punch skip step11. Go back to the last teleporter room, go up the stairs, take a left and go all the way to the (a. ) mystery box or (b. ) empty boxes with a Teddy bear (it is better to have it without, due to a glitch, though I have yet to try it with a mystery box there. ) then camp from there12. Get any amount you wish over 5000, add 1500 accounting for if you use the teleporter and head for the Pack a Punch, upgrade, get some bottles of (ranking in priority) 1. Speed Cola 2. Jugger Nog 3. Double Tap (does anyone know what it does? ) 4. Quick Revive (for the heck of it if you are soloing) go back to your camping spot to get more points13. Rack up points, spend them on a better gun from the mystery box when you have a chance, especially the Wunder Waffel, the Bowie knife, and the drinks in order (see the order in step 12)14. Try to get the upgraded Ray Gun, upgraded Wunder Waffel, and the exploding monkey, and if you want to make sure you don’t get overrun by zombie definitely get the Speed Cola15. You can run around if you manage it unlocking all the doors or riding in the teleporters (I think five times in one game? ) for achievements, but do make sure that there is only one or two left before you let your guard down to play tag, I have been killed so many times by not noticing a bunch of zombies below when I leap off the second level or been overrun with zombies when I try “mutilating” zombies16. One last thing that I found out on chance: if there is a bunch of boxes where you are camping with a Teddy bear on top then you can go into a cool glitch. What you do is you face the direction the zombies come from with your back to the boxes, move to the left and back, you will go back between the wall and the boxes to the wall behind you, then go to the right, it will seem like a sudden jump occured, and the game will start to lag, but it is totally worth it if you have a Bowie knife or Wunder Waffel. Zombies will run right up in front of you, but will not see you and will go around in circles. It’s free range from there! WARNING: you are not invisible to dogs, they can run right up to you and attack you, and if the amount of zombies in front of you becomes too large then zombies will eventually be pushed right in front of and attack you. In situations like this a Wunder Waffel is most ideal, upgraded if at high levels (having upgraded weapons at that level is the ONLY way to get far)Good Huntin! Spither.

More Co-op DER REISE Strategy

For the first TWO rounds, shoot the zombies twice in the chest and knife them. After round two, open the two doors to get to the Thompson (DON’T BUY IT), and clear the debris at the top of the stairs. Keep moving and drop down into the random box/ power room. Go outside after you turn on the power where the Speed Cola is and buy the FG-42. Go back into the room with the power and if the dogs come on round 8, use the FG-42 to take care of them. If they don’t come on 8, hold out until round 9 and open the gate. Either use the glitch where one guy stands on top of that hole where the Quick Revive is, and get as close as possible to the hole and touch the side wall. The other person do the same thing but fall down the hole instead. Hug the far wall and stay there. If done correctly, the zombies will swarm in front of that window in the lower hallway. Throw grenades to thin the crowd. (Will get you A LOT of points) Or instead go up the catwalk and one person snipe down toward where he power gets turned on, and the other one cover the stairs and the left window up on the catwalk. Good Luck!

How To Get Up Stairs Only Unlocking The Help Door.

After you get outside on NACHT DER UNTOTEN go around to the stairs the zombies use to get up stairs, climb the stairs go to one of the upstairs windows plug in your charger and when you get inside pause the game return to the main menu then continue the game. When it loads you will be locked up stairs. The zombies will stay down stairs and as long as you don’t remove the debris.

Invisible To A Zombie

Unlock the “help” room. Once there, unplug your charger and plug it back in. To exit, do the same thing as you did to get in. Note: You are invisible to the zombies the entire time. If you are having trouble killing them, shoot up and you will get a zombie or two.

Good Mystery Box Gun

If you use the mystery box on round 2 you normally get much better guns. DO NOT use it on round 3 it sucks at least wait till round 4. The above is true but I only think that even numbered rounds are better for the mystery box than odd numbered ones.

Survive Nacht Der Untoten

After you get enough money, remove the debris to go up the stairs to the balcony. Look for the box that sells grenades and stay there during waves because you have your back protected and you can see the whole area.

Shi No Numa: Deathtrap, Peter’s Grave, And Mysterious Rock

The Deathtrap: once you open the “Doctor’s Quarters” and activate the zipline, there is a minor bug on the board of the zipline when you walk on it, if you step on it, you either die. Or get stuck on it for the rest of your game, so I suggest walking on the actual ground if you want to live, you might be slow but it’s worth saving your good progress. Peter’s Grave: Once you open all areas past round 20, (you must open all areas rounds 20+) you will be given a sign saying “You have opened all areas, now find the grave! ” in the middle of your screen, after that your knife will be replaced by a small shovel and you will have to dig up Peter’s grave, his grave will either be in Doctor’s Quarters near the hut, or in Comm Romm near that hut. His grave has a wooden cross with his name on it and you will see a large amount of dirt in front of it. Dig up the grave and you receive a Wunderwaffe DG2. The Mysterious Rock: I learned this not too long ago, but the Mysterious Rock is in the “Storage” area, it’s a giant rock, and it has electricity going around it. Shoot it, and your character says a comment like: “I wonder if that rock brought those zombies”

Getting Out of “Behind The Mystery Box” in Nacht Der Untonten

What you have to do is open the help room. Then go all the way to your left and there will be a corner and then go normally into the glitch to get behind the mystery box. When you get into the glitch don’t unpause your game but click your lock screen slide to unlock it (personally I have a lock code but I think thats why it probably worked but whatever you want to do). You just walk to the right when you are behind it and you are out of being behind the mystery box.

Easy Kill with Automatic

Get a machine gun or ray gun and get all the zombies in a pack and run away and shoot them until they get to close or you have to reload get farther away and shoot them.

General Tips on How To Get Stuff

When you get into the box room and you have enough money to use the box what you want to do is hit the box then quickly turn on the power and then shoot the top middle part of the box and then the light and you should get one of these guns. You have to move really fast to do this and if you want it to work, don’t buy any guns off the wall because then you will get a sniper riflle or a m1 garand instead.

Mystery Box Cheat/hint For Ray Gun

This usually works better for co op. So, try to get as many points as possible, by knifing zombies, perhaps, and occasionally stealing kills. DO NOT USE ALL YOUR PISTOL AMMO. You will need it for this glitch. This cheat should be done on round 2 so once yo hace 1000 points, use the no points glitch to open the help room. After that, go to the mystery box and use it. Right after (and I mean RIGHT AFTER) you press use, knife 2x and shoot with the pistol 3 times at the mystery box. This should be done before the first guns appear. If they appear before you are done, you did it wrong. If done right, the guns should dissappear after you knife and reappear right after you shoot it 3x. (maybe. Im not too sure about this dissappearing it happened only twice for me). This cheat will give you a about a 60% chance of getting the ray gun. If not, you should get a BAR or an automatic. Hope this works for you!

Unlimited Flame Thrower Ammo Nacht

First earn enouggh points to open the stairs and open one (either one). Then you earn 2000 points. Go to the cabinet and open it. It should give you a flamethrower. Instead of double tap and hold for a constant fire just keep tapping. It never needs to cool down or reload!

Out Of Shino Numa

First start off by getting 3000 points nifing is a good way to get that fast then buy the stars then go to were the froger trap is (outside door) buy the hut go around the corner you will see 2 barrels go to the one that is furthest away walk into that one then puase and unpause a couple times till you get through the wall next to you then quit the app start it again then if you did it correct you will drop to the ground out of the map.

God Window In Shi No Numa

First when the game is started pass the first 3 rounds knifing the zombies and rebuilding barriers then when the 3rd round is done you should have about 2000 points open the stairs NOT the gate. Go to the mystery box and get a gun turn around and go through the doorway and make a right to the window that shows the swamp stay there and do not open any other door or it will go away all the zombies will spawn at that window only so you don’t have to worry about your back but if your still worried just buy bouncing bettys when the dog round comes kill them and go back to the window before the next round starts or they will start to spawn everywhere else keep doing it til your bored or can’t hold the window no longer.

Natcht Der Untoten Strategy

When you begin knife the zombies fir the first 3 or 4 rounds. Buy the gun on the wall past the stairs then open the door with ‘Help’ written on it. Go to the stairs in the ‘Help’ room and wait there for as long as you can. Once your feel claustrophobic, open the debris on the stair case. Then go into the first door you’ll see and go by the grenades on the wall and watch the door, keep an eye out for the window. Once you have enough points buy the shot gun in the first room on the second floor, I advise to make a crawler then go, which should be at the end of the room on the opposite side to the right. Then go back to the grenade room and stay for as long as you can then open the debris on the stairs and throw grenades when zombies try to run up the stairs.

Getting Behind The Mystery Box Without A Charger

Well you go to the map with door that has the word help scratched on it and you go to the mystery box of course and there you should wait for five minutes and then click resume carnage and continue running towards the mystery box and then you are in.

Sawed-off Shotgun Secret Hiding Spot

This is for Nacht Der Untoten. The sawed-off shotgun is near the place where you can camp and get a lot of points/ really far levels. Buy the stairs and there will be a wall when you reach the top of the stairs. Walk around the segment of wall (towards the other opening). Turn right just before you go through the doorway. There is the sawed-off shotgun. Turn around and camp where the grenades are to kill the zombies easily and get to high levels. HAPPY ZOMBIE HUNTING!

DER REISE Dog Survival

I used to have trouble with the dogs in Der Reise, but I found a good way to survive them. For the first 3 rounds, knife all of the zombies, maybe shoot them a few times before knifing them for some extra points. After round 3, quickly run over and open the door to your LEFT IF YOU’RE STARING AT THE PACK-A-PUNCH MACHINE. The one that’s closest to the zombie window that is down the stairs in that small hallway. Anyway, open that door, open the second door ahead, then run over and buy the thompson. Turn left and hide out in the little area where the random box spot is. (It won’t actually be there, it’s just the spot for it. ) if the dogs aren’t coming, head back into the Pack-A-Punch area and survive with the thompson. After the round, go back to the random box spot where the thompson is. Or if you know a better dog hiding spot, use that. Good Luck!

Zombie Swarm

This trick is for DER REISE. Only works in co-op. In the area with the Bowie knife, turn and go into the room with the quick revive perk. There is a small patch in the corner opposie the quick revive that has small holes, allowing you to see below. One person stand on top of that, and the other proceed to the room past the Bowie knife, the teleporter room. Once you reach the teleporter, turn right and go through the door and down the stairs. Continue until you reach the end. You should be right below you’re partner. There’s a slit you can look out of, facing the Bowie knife area. Zombies will swarm in the Bowie knife area, not attacking you. I think there’s even grenades down in the lower area. Happy Hunting!

DER REISE Strategy (Co-op)

Strategy for Der Reise, only works on Co-op. For the first two rounds, shoot the zombies twice and then knife them. After round two, open all the doors up to the power and random box. Turn on the power, then open the Bowie knife/teleporter room. Go into the teleporter room, turn around, and head up the catwalk. One person can snipe from the catwalk, and the other can cover the stairs of the catwalk. Oh, and forgot to mention that once you turn on the power, go out the door where the speed cola is, and buy the weapon to the left of you if you’re facing the speed cola.

Hidden Radio In Der Reise

I found a hidden radio in the map Der Reise. It is located near the top of the map, where the third portal is located. When you reach the portal, turn right, and enter the doorway, and turn right again until you reach the end of the path. Near some wall debris use the knife near a black box, and a recording starts to play.

Outside In Nacht

Alright here’s how to do it first you need to open the help room door, then you go over to the boxes opposite to the Thompson wall near the window, go on the side opposite to the window and run diagonally between the boxes and the bump in the wall unplug chager and replug into iPod or iPhone until you get out then don’t move or the screen will become gray or you will go back into the building enjoy :).

Get On Top Of The Storage Building In Shi No Numa

When you first start you need about 3000 points then you unlock the stairs once you do that you go unlock the storage door then you unlock the storage building. Your going to want to go to the left when you get in and you walk towards the teddy bear once you do that you keep running into the corner and then unplug replug (on the computer cord) you should reappear in the doorway then do that all again then you should be on a different part of it witch is where the zombies come in but when you are there you can’t get hot by the zombies. Then go to the left ONLY then once you go to the left there’s two corners the one on the left gets you to the rafters once your there you unplug replug while your jamming yourself in the corner. The other one will get you on top of the building and you do the same thing that you did to get to the rafters then your there.

Mystery Box Hint #2 (Shi No Numa)

This glitch is pretty easy, all you have to do is go to the box after the first time it traveled out of it’s first spot. Now, go in front of the box and get out of the App up to 3 times. Then after you finish. You can buy guns as many times you want, and the box never leaves!

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Glitches

Shield Glitch (Nacht Der Untoten)

Go to Nacht Der Untoten. Once in the game go to the wall with the Kar98k. Walk along the wall of the Kar98k to the start of the barrier on the left. Then walk back towards the Kar98k, stop at the first half pole mark next to the Kar98k. Stop there and walk against the half pole while plugging and uplugging your charger. You should be in the wall, and they should walk at least up to the pole unable to get you. Also available on PS3 and Xbox 360, but there is no charger so you jump and crouch against the half pole from the barrier. (Note: May be patched).

Stairway Glitch In Zombie Veruckt

I found this glitch with a friend in Zombie Veruckt. When you first start out you need to turn the power on. Then a door will open on the 1st floor next to quick revive. Then you go to the bottom of the stairway and look to your right at the wall. Then keep moving towards the wall while plugging and unplugging charger. Soon you will end up in the upstairs room without buying the debris.

Glitch Past Barrier In Der Riese

First you unlock the door with the double barreled shotgun then the next room. You will turn to the left until you see a metal tube that goes up and to the left. Go on the right side of it. Aim so you can see the tube but are not aiming at it. Run diagonal into it. Pause resume. This may take a few try’s but when you see a gate and not the wall exit the app. Once you go back in the app go to the right and you are out. Zombies wont know where you are unless you go up to the bent fence. DO NOT TURN ON POWER.

Flamethrower Glitch

Get 5000 points and go up to the Pack a Punch machine; don’t upgrade yet. All you have to do now is use the flamethrower at the same time you upgrade your flamethrower. Your reward is a flamethrower with unlimited ammo. But, remember, if you tap fire button or exit out of the app, you will lose the unlimited ammo.

Zombie Glitch

I will share one glitch I found in cod 5 zombies. LEVEL: NACHT DER UNTOTEN. You may do either single or multi player, however you need to die once so if you play co-op play with someone who knows your trying to glitch such as a friend. (1) start a new game. (2) play the game until you get at least 1000 points, WITHOUT unlocking any doors. (3) open the staircase, NOT the one in the help room. (4) stay on the staircase, and let a zombie kill you and your friend depending on if you co-op or single player. (5) click retry or new game. (6) get 990 points, NO MORE OR LESS. (7) again without opening the help room, go up to the debris in the stairway and click open door twice. (8) it shouldn’t open (duh) (9) now play the game until you get at least 2000 points, no more than 2990. (10) open the help room and the stairway next to the mystery box. (11) go up to the last unopened debris that you clicked with 990 points earlier, and click it twice more. (12) it again shouldn’t open, but the zombies are now walking into the barrier and getting all stuck! This will deplete the flow of zombies to you upstairs by about half, because the ones from the 2nd story still come. Conveniently, there are grenades right where you can stand to fight off the swarms! Happy zombie killing! It takes about 5 minutes to complete this, it is worth it seeing you can get to very high levels (i. e . 30-60) team up with your friend and it will be easier.

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