#Delara just freaked tf out

[fantaghoul]

So in season 8 episode 1 when the Sons of Garmadon are stealing the red oni mask at the beginning, there's this freaking djin gold statue just laying around:

My first thought when my lil brother pointed out the statue was Wtf how the fuck did this get here.

Then my second instinct was analysing the statue to have some clue on how tf did it get there. So here's what I got:

Based on the ponitail it kinda looks like Khajikhan (Nadhakan's dad)

And it also has the armor and stuff.

I had a feeling I had seen djin gold statues before so I rechecked Skybound and yeah, there were the statues (in the last ep of the season, when Nadhakhan was flirting with Delara after getting his infinite wishes)

(Sorry for the crappy photos)

The interesting thing it's the statue in season 8 has the same pose as the statues Nadhakhan was making with his wishes.

And here's when I had to draw a blank, cause Skybound got frracking deleted from existance and there's no way it is one of these statues. So yup, still wondering where s8 djin came from.

[idv-ask-the-empath]

“I don’t expect you or anyone to do anything of the sort… I will take care of myself.” She replied with a firm nod before pinching the bridge of her nose. That bout of amusement had certainly lightened her mood, but now she was focusing on sifting her own feelings from his, and trying to focus on the actual topic of the conversation. “But that aside, yes.. it is absolutely dreadful being near most people… people here are either angry, or hopelessly melancholy, and while I do my best to be understanding, there are some that feel beyond understanding… I definitely need to keep an eye on some of them so they don’t do anything foolish…” She adds, airing out her last grievance before finally shifting the topic back to the one that got her dragged there in the first place. “But that is enough about me… I don’t think you wanted to listen to me rant about my teammates…” She says, gesturing vaguely for emphasis. She shifted her eyes to look at him. “Is there anything else you wanted to know…? Because I wanted to ask if you… happened to know anything about what we saw. You were one of the first hunters here, so I thought maybe… maybe you knew something…” she seems hesitant… as though she isn’t sure if she should be asking at all.

She was just trying to piece things together in spite of the fact that she knew it wouldn’t have been a good idea. If anything, she just wanted closure for herself… it’s not as though she could somehow change any of this… so the least she could do is understand what was going on. Better than nothing, she thinks… then again, that’s what she’s thought before in other situations as well… and those had a tendency to end in tragedy or near-death experiences for her. She seemed like she was going to try and rescind the question judging by how she opened her mouth and looked up at him again before she shook her head and decided that she lay as well just stick with it… she already asked, there was no point in saying anything else. He’d probably tell her off in either case.

Right now however, she was just trying to keep herself awake. She kept her eyes on the floor as she did her best to keep her actions under control, as well as keep her mind on the right track. It kept… drifting. To the starless sky of the Eversleeping Town… the way the darkness swallowed them, yet everything remained perfectly lit… she recalled how it always seemed that the moon was… somehow there, and not there at the same time. How surreal looking at the sky felt… and then her mind would drift to the sounds… the wailing of that multi-eyed creature… the poor thing… so full of grief and betrayal. She wondered… what had happened to it…? And where was all of that grief coming from…? She wished she knew… she wished that shaman girl she had met on the road was there… an odd lady she was… so oddly at peace with fate, and yet… so unnerving… but she was positive at least. And knowledgeable… perhaps some day she’d meet her here? The manor seemed to attract odd people…

There was something strange going on. That much, Burke knew well. Something had happened during Bane's last match and he was determined to find out what. Unfortunately though, his old friend had hidden himself away in the forest again. This left Burke with just one option... the only survivor in that match which Bonbon hadn't seen. Luckily for him, he managed to luck into finding her on one of his breaks. "Ah, just the woman I was looking for!" @ask-burke-lapadura

She seemed startled when he spoke to her. She hadn’t been paying attention, and she was only mindlessly wandering so she could get her mind off of… she inhaled sharply before exhaling somewhat shakily. She supposed she should have known it was someone else when she suddenly felt a burning curiosity amongst her ever deepening concern… she turns to the older man, her brows knit together in a way that made her expression come across as confused and almost troubled. She hadn’t meant any offense she just… didn’t expect anyone to actively seek her out. And especially after her last game, she could recall her teammates collectively agreeing to simply leave her be so she wouldn’t have to worry about overwhelming herself… even the baron had sent her a letter the very next day to take a few extra days of rest for herself, and that he had requested the hunters to avoid speaking or interacting with her so as to not induce any more “stress related hallucinations”.

Ever since she got the letter, she had been… very on edge. She knew well enough when someone was lying to her, regardless of whether they were in person or not. She knew what she saw and what she felt… she knew what the Gamekeeper felt too. It was all… a mess. So much of a mess that she knew the only way to keep things clean, was to deny it all. Even if she knew what was true. She had been in enough positions to know that the truth tended to worsen problems…

“Oh… are you… are you sure it is me you want at the moment…?” She asks, polite but cautious as was usual for her. What did he want from her anyways…? She wondered if he was here about the Gamekeeper… after all they were close. She would t have been surprised if the events had put the hunter off, and made him feel… a little troubled, to say the least. But if so, did the mad scientist have to speak to her like this…? Then again… perhaps he wanted to tell if she were lying or not. Writing was one thing, but being able to read one’s face was another… still. At the end of the day, she concluded that it had to be about his friend. He didn’t seem to be keen on interacting with other survivors, and she figured that the the only reason why he’d bother her specifically, was to talk about… what happened. She supposed she’d let him know… in all truth, she was worried about the hunter, not to mention she’d do anything to lift the crushing weight of what she had saw. What she had felt.

“My apologies if there has been any trouble… but I assure you… it has nothing to do with me…” She says with more caution, anxiously looking at the paintings on the wall, and the corners of the hallway where the shadows seemed to be unnervingly dark in spite of the lighting. “However, if you’d like to discuss the nature of these troubles, I may be able to point you in the right direction as to the cause…? I must ask though… if we are to do so, may we go somewhere more… secure…? I would hate for anyone to hear me being a tattletale…” The way she speaks is a bit more… deliberate, and vague enough to connect to any thought. She’s speaking casually and even meekly enough that it sounds almost earnest, yet there’s a level of control that she had with her tone and the pacing of her words, that showed that she knew exactly what he may have wanted to discuss. She just hoped he understood that she wished for more security if they were going to speak… now that she had seen what she had saw, followed by the baron’s letter… she wasn’t sure if privacy was real in the manor. After the incident, she wouldn’t have been surprised if it wasn’t… she glanced to a painting on the wall… was it always looking in their direction…?

@ask-burke-lapadura