#Double Vortex
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I have also been present at many, too many, Oklahoma tornados.
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Beginning of the el Reno OK EF3 that was the widest tornado ever recorded on may 31 2013, just days after the violent Moore OK tornado.
So as I understand there is a Native American legend that if you see the man walking in the tornado you will die. This is because multi vortex tornadoes are particularly violent. 
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enixamyram · 1 year ago
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So I saw someone complaining about Chaggie not showing enough physical affection like Fizz and Ozzie do. And someone replied saying they were more like Bee and Tex and yes! This is my new favourite comparison! A lovely sweet couple who is just chill and in love!
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langfield · 2 months ago
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every time i see someone say ‘the abraxas society doesn’t live up to the vortex club parallel’ i sort of roll my eye’s because no, it doesn’t. and that’s the point. it’s one of the more subtle ways max showcases how little she’s moved on from the events of arcadia bay, how she’s still haunted by it, because it lingers everywhere she looks and constantly effects her opinion on things. these feelings are not rational or logical, they are impulsive and trauma-based. it’s just like how quickly she compares lucas and jefferson in her head when she discovers the maya thing, despite lucas being nothing like jefferson as a person. is lucas shitty? yes. but he could never kidnap girls or have sexual relations with his students or kill a person -- despite his possession of a gun, one which we never see him use against another even when max’s fear is that he will. but lucas’s voice overlaps with jefferson’s during max’s dark room experience, and yet max is constantly creeped out by lucas whenever in his presence and struggles to empathize with him, even at the start of the game where he was a harmless, albeit egotistical, teacher. just the mere prospect of a traditionally handsome man being worshipped by younger girls was enough to scare her. there’s also the explicit connection between reggie and max’s ‘old friends’, to which she doesn’t elaborate upon but because of that reminder, she seems to coddle reggie a bit more than other students. there’s other examples of this but basically, max drawing these parallels isn’t supposed to be something we inherently believe. she is supposed to be wrong. abraxas society isn’t supposed to be like the vortex club, lucas isn’t supposed to be a complete comparison to jefferson, reggie isn’t some cheap copy of a blackwell student we used to know, maya is nothing like rachel, safi’s and chloe’s fates aren’t the same thing, etc. max is merely blinded by the past and sees it everywhere, and is ( in turn ) controlled by it. caledon is flawed, but it will never be blackwell because that’s the past, a past max needs to let go of in order to move forward.
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laxmiree · 2 years ago
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[CN] MLQC Lucien’s Preaching Date translation + Subbed Video
⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️
This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~
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Lucien casually closes his eyes and raises the gun, pulling the trigger without care.
Bang-!
The barrel swiftly twists, and a bloody "firework" explodes on the man's finger.
Lucien's expression remains indifferent, but crimson bloodshot vessels have already filled the bottom of his eyes.
Like a calm sea surface concealing a dark vortex that has already surged, ready to swallow everything at any moment.
Everything- including himself.
Translation under the cut
[Subbed Video]
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[Part 1]
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The summer is full of sunshine in Europe, yet the temperatures are rather gentle like late spring.
I lift up my phone and capture a snapshot of the emerald-green scenery under the radiant sunlight.
MC: Lucien, what do you think of this photo I took?
Beside me, Lucien slightly leans forward. His other hand wraps around my waist.
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Lucien: The composition is novel and the theme is clear, but it lacks a finishing touch.
MC: Huh? What do you mean?
As he speaks, he hands his phone to me, and the screen displays a photo — with the same emerald green tones, but this time with the addition of my silhouette in the background.
The thought of me taking a picture of the trees while Lucien takes a picture of me at the same time and space makes me unable to suppress my laughter.
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MC: Professor Lucien always seems to play the role of the “watchful observer”* behind the scenes, doesn’t he?~
(T/N: 黄雀在后 (Lit. the oriole behind) is from a complex idiom 螳螂捕蝉,黄雀在后 (lit. The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind) which generally means to pursue a narrow gain while neglecting a greater danger. You can say that Lucien is the greater danger and it’s an important foreshadowing :D)
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Lucien: Is that so? I haven’t thought that much about it though.
Lucien: In my judgment, the best scenery is only found where you are.
I raise the corners of my lips and hook my hand around his neck under the shade of the trees.
MC: Well, I admit you’re more meticulous~ But are you sure you want to accompany me sightseeing?
MC: You have to attend the academic exhibition tomorrow. Shouldn’t you go back to the hotel and prepare for it?
Recently, there have been groundbreaking advancements in the research of neurodegenerative diseases at the Ultima Bioresearch Center.
To make further progress, Ultima Bioresearch Center organized its researchers to participate in the latest academic exhibition in Europe to present the project research to major medical companies.
If the collaboration between the two parties is successful, they will jointly develop lower-cost medications to save more patients.
Lucien smiles and lifts the palm of his hand to cradle the back of my head, imprinting a kiss on my forehead.
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Lucien: Mm, can’t be more sure.
Lucien: The reason I came a day early is to bask in the sun and take a walk with you in advance.
Lucien: Moreover, this city holds numerous festive gatherings during its lively times, and I’m really looking forward to this time of leisure and exploration with you.
MC: Alright then, I can enjoy myself without worry.
MC: However, if there’s any assistance you need from me at the exhibition tomorrow, as a “non-staff personel,” I’ll be there to support you!
After saying that, I grab his hand and walk towards a bustling crowd ahead.
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Apart from the fantastical carousel and teacup-like Ferris wheel, there are also shooting stalls, ring-toss games, claw machines, and other stalls all around, creating a lively atmosphere.
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Lucien: Which one would you like to play first?
MC: Hmm... It seems like there are long queues for all of them.
Lucien looks around and then takes my hand, leading me toward a shooting stall filled with plush toys.
Lucien: Since that’s the case, let’s go to the place with prizes first.
Lucien: If we arrive late, I might see a “disappointed” little lady.
[Part 2]
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That night, I fell into a deep slumber, holding tightly onto the small fox plushie that Lucien had won for me.
After a restful sleep, I wake up refreshed the next day and neatly organize the materials at the booth.
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MC: It’s starting in ten minutes.
I adjust the name tag on my uniform, ensuring that the synchronous translation device in my ear is functioning properly. Then, I wave at Lucien before heading off.
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MC: Today, I’ll be your little assistant, Professor Lucien. Feel free to give me any instructions~
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Lucien: Then I’d like to offer a token of appreciation before we begin as a small thanks.
He smiles and takes my hand, walking towards the nearby railing.
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The exhibition is located in an open-air atrium of a luxurious hotel, surrounded by lush greenery. With a gentle inhale, the air is filled with a delightful fragrance.
To my surprise, I discover that on the ground floor of the hotel, there is also a festive gathering with various stalls in the courtyard.
MC: Haha, I didn’t expect the organizers to be so thoughtful.
MC: They even consider that even the greatest and most rigorous scientists need to relax and unwind their minds from time to time~
Colorful tents adorn the area, and among them stands a person-sized rabbit plush toy inside a claw machine.
It raises its furry paw, seemingly beckoning to those who are destined to take it home.
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Lucien: MC, don’t you think it would be a perfect match with the little fox from last night?
He seems to have noticed the same thing as me, and his voice gently resonates with a joyful tone.
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MC: Yes, it’s indeed a perfect companion!
MC: I wonder if it will still be here waiting for us once we’re done with our busy schedule.
As I speak, I glance around, searching for any potential “competitors.”
However, since it’s an event within the hotel, aside from the staff, only a few people are sitting on a swing in one corner.
They are wearing casual plaid shirts and don’t have any name tags, so they must be hotel guests.
However, it seems like they are not very interested in the gathering as they keep their heads down, engrossed in their phones.
Lucien: It seems that for now, there won’t be anyone to compete with us for that adorable little rabbit.
With a subtle sense of delight, I tidy up his collar once again.
MC: Professor Lucien, shall we start working? We can bring it home with us once we’re finished~
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Since it is a highly selective exhibition, the attendees here are representatives from authoritative companies in the medical industry.
In addition, with the format of poster presentations, Lucien and other researchers take turns being on duty.
One group is responsible for providing explanations to the attending representatives, while the other group can explore and learn from other booths.
Although I may not have expertise in the relevant field, I do my best to assist by delivering materials and providing guidance.
After two busy hours, the visiting group of researchers returns with smiles on their faces.
Researcher A: Thank you for your hard work. Now it’s our turn to take over and provide explanations.
Researcher B: The booths this time are all impressive. I believe you will gain a lot from exploring them.
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Lucien: Alright, shall we go then?
Lucien’s fingertips naturally intertwine with mine through the gaps between our fingers. However, he doesn’t stop at any booth but leads me directly to the entrance on the ground floor.
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MC: Huh? Aren’t you going to explore the booths?
He glances at the rabbit still inside the claw machine, and there is a slight relaxation in his expression.
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Lucien: Of course, we’ll explore them, but we have two hours, remember?
Lucien: If all goes well, within ten minutes, I should be able to have you holding the rabbit in your arms.
MC: Professor Lucien is quite confident, huh~
Lucien: (chuckles) In my plan, having it as our companion will ensure that we have a good mood throughout the entire day.
As he speaks, he takes out a stack of bills and exchanges them for a basket of coins at the counter. He then walks over to the claw machine.
Because the rabbit plush toy is quite large, the claw machine is filled with balls of different colors. The goal is to grab the only pink ball, and then exchange it with the staff for the rabbit plush toy.
MC: Are you so confident? Those claw machines can be rigged, you know!
Lucien: As long as I practice a few times and observe the claw’s gripping strength, speed, and inertia when it shakes...
Lucien: Then we can bring it home.
The claw slowly descends after Lucien presses the button, scratching the smooth surface of the ball but coming back empty-handed.
He doesn’t feel discouraged. A sharp gleam appears in his narrow eyes as if he is quickly calculating something.
As time passes, with only two game coins remaining, Lucien calmly inserts them into the machine.
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Lucien: MC, if I succeed on the last attempt, can I get some rewards?
I certainly know what he’s hinting at. I tiptoe and give him a kiss.
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MC: Of course you can.
MC: However, based on my understanding of you, you can totally redeem the reward in advance!
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MC: Wow, this rabbit is even softer than I imagined.
Lucien: (chuckles) It’s very cute indeed. Can you lend it to me for now and place it at our booth as a mascot?
Lucien: Who knows, it might attract more company representatives to come over.
MC: Um! After we place it, then I’ll accompany you to visit other booths...
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As I speak, I suddenly feel a buzzing sensation in my head, as if a layer of white mist is enveloping me. My vision becomes blurry, sometimes appearing closer and sometimes farther away.
Lucien....
Slowly turning my head, I notice that Lucien’s figure has become hazy, and the surrounding noise is drowned out by a buzzing sound.
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He seems to have noticed that something is wrong with me as well, and he anxiously wraps his arm around my waist.
Lucien: MC.
I can’t hear anything.
I can only see his mouth opening and closing as if he’s calling out my name, but when I try to reach out and hold him, my hands are unresponsive and out of control.
It feels like an unknown force is pulling at my body, and I am aware that I have opened my mouth, uttering unexpected English words.
But in the next second, the translation earpiece automatically recognizes my voice and converts it into a cold, electronic sound—
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‘MC’: “Hey, Professors, how can you two just casually leave the exhibition like that?”
What is happening?
No matter how much I try to wave my hands or shout out loud, it’s of no use.
It feels like my consciousness is being drawn into a vessel, and no matter how much my brain sends commands, my body refuses to obey my instructions.
Just as I try to seek help from Lucien, my legs suddenly start running forward, and then I leap up, using the railing in front of me for support, momentarily soaring into the air.
I sense a hint of pain as the ligaments in my thighs tear instantly, but in the next second, my body jumps over the railing.
Soon, the swing that I saw in the morning comes into view in my line of sight, and my hands immediately reach out from the bushes, holding a handgun.
After completing all the actions seamlessly, a cold muzzle is pressed against my temple.
Bang-!
My mind goes blank for a brief moment.
The expected pain and agony do not arrive as anticipated. In my line of sight, birds startle and flap their wings towards the sky, while the people around me scream and scatter in all directions.
In the chaos, several armed men drive the people who couldn’t escape into the tents, and sobs can be heard from inside.
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Lucien: This evolver, what do you plan to do?
I feel the corners of my mouth twitch, and I keep the gun barrel pressed against my temple. I turn around and look at Lucien, whose face has turned icy.
His face is particularly grim, and the temperature around us seems to drop several degrees under the scorching sun.
But “I” simply give a shake to the bunny ears in my hand and let out a scoffing laugh.
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‘MC’: “Professor, don’t be nervous. I’m just here to get the job done. If possible, I don’t want anyone to die here either.”
‘MC’: “So, before I explain my intentions, how about we quietly return to the venue?”
Lucien doesn’t take a step forward, and his narrow eyes become slightly cold.
Lucien: You have already stirred up trouble.
Lucien: I’m afraid that there won't be a way to calm things down peacefully.
As “I” speak, I tried countless times to escape from the white fog, but each attempt ends in failure.
Just as I am trying to calm down and think, “I” suddenly releases the grip on the gun and casually flips it around twice.
‘MC’: “Fine, let’s save some time then.”
‘MC’: “Although I’m not a professional, I do know that all of you have excellent research achievements. It’s just that they’re a bit too good.”
‘MC’: “If we continue to lower drug prices, there will always be people who are unhappy.”
‘MC’: “So, on behalf of my boss, I want to have a chat with all of you, discuss some business, and ensure that everyone presents has an opportunity to make money.”
The cold translation plays through the earphones, gradually making me realize that a terrorist attack is being launched against the exhibition.
However, he seems unfamiliar with Lucien, and the fact that I’m the one being "held hostage" is more like a “random stroke of luck.”
With that in mind, I instinctively nodded toward Lucien, despite being out of control.
‘MC’: “Alright, let’s go back to the venue with us. This way, I will release this lady.”
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Lucien: I understand your intentions now.
Lucien: But you've taken the wrong person hostage. She is not a research team here.
Lucien: And compared to you, the person standing in front of you seems to pose an even greater threat.
My lips twitch again, but the bristling hairs on my body told me that there is some surging emotion building up.
However, the person controlling my body seems oblivious to this subtle change, even arrogantly crossing their arms.
‘MC’: “Professor, actually, my luck is not bad. Even if I’ve taken the wrong person hostage, she is still the most important one among these people.”
‘MC’: “Because you care about her a great deal, don’t you?”
‘MC’: “If you don’t believe me, take a look at this...”
The rabbit in my hand slips away and falls in front of my shoe.
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I lift my hand and press it forcefully onto a sharp fence behind me, leaving a trail of blood.
A piercing pain spreads from my fingertips to my whole body, and my vision becomes blurred by involuntary tears.
However, the person controlling me seems to be devoid of shared pain, continuing to press down without any concern—
An instant frost envelops my fingertips, followed by my joints as they freeze, leaving my limbs completely immobilized in place.
Bang- Bang!
“I” follow the sound and look, only to see the people who were holding the gun also frozen on the ground, their eyes filled with fear clearly reflected through the ice crystals.
??: AHH-!
The people being held hostage immediately scream and flee from the tent, leaving only “me” and Lucien standing in place.
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Lucien: Sorry.
Lucien: It might be a bit cold, but it'll be fine soon.
Lucien walks towards me step by step, and wherever he goes, thin ice forms in his steps.
I’m unconsciously trembling from the chilling air, and he covers the back of my hand with an even colder palm.
In just an instant, the gun in my hand is taken away by him.
[Part 4]
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‘MC’: "If you're willing to do it, go ahead and shoot. After all, she'll be the only one getting hurt."
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Lucien: I see you still haven't figured out the situation.
He shows no emotions on his face, the tightly pressed corners of his mouth sharp as a blade.
Lucien: The issue I'm facing has never been about making choices.
Lucien: Because even if you were to gamble with your life, your life is not worthy enough to do so.
Several sharp ice shards suddenly appear with us at the center, slanting downward and refracting a cold gleam of light.
Lucien: I know where you are.
Lucien: I also know what your fate will be.
At this moment, I feel my body stiffen, as if it's a reaction triggered by that Evolver.
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‘MC’: “You-!”
All the ice shards pierce through, resoundingly embedding into the ground, except for one spot where a different sound emerges from the thicket of trees—
—like a muffled sound that blends together the piercing of flesh and bone.
As my body trembles uncontrollably, a body pierced by ice shards in each limb falls from among the trees.
Lying on the ground is a young man who appears to be around thirty years old, dressed in a plaid shirt...
In an instant, I recall that he seems to be the person who was sitting on the swing earlier in the morning!
So, it turns out they had already infiltrated early in the morning.
‘MC’: “....”
The person controlling my body seems to be overwhelmed with fear, only able to produce hoarse gasps.
Lucien takes oppressive steps forward, picking up the rabbit plush toy and the scattered game coins that fell to the ground.
Seeing my blood on them, a cold gleam flashes through Lucien's typically calm eyes, causing terrifying cracks to appear in the surrounding frost.
After a moment of silence, he sits on the nearby bench, quietly embracing the plush and holding it as if it were a lifeline.
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Lucien: Sir, you made my rabbit dirty.
Lucien casually closes his eyes and raises the gun, pulling the trigger without care.
Bang-!
Lucien: However, that's not the only mistake you've made.
The barrel swiftly twists, and a bloody "firework" explodes on the man's finger.
Lucien's expression remains indifferent, but crimson bloodshot vessels have already filled the bottom of his eyes.
Like a calm sea surface concealing a dark vortex that has already surged, ready to swallow everything at any moment.
Everything- including himself.
Lucien: But now you still have the opportunity to make the final judgment.
Bang- Bang!
But Lucien seems uninterested in receiving a response, immediately firing several shots at the man’s various limbs.
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The next moment, I feel my vision blur once again, but this time it seems like control over my body has returned.
I make a few deliberate movements with my fingers, and the sensations transmitted through the nerve endings make me realize that the person controlling me seems to have vanished from my body.
However, the peculiar sense of detachment amplifies within my body, and I can't prevent myself from losing strength and falling to the ground—
A strong hand scoops me up and embraces me.
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Lucien: MC, it's all right now.
Lucien: It’s all right now…
It’s as if he said the last sentence to reassure himself, with barely detectable tremors in his soft voice.
MC: Lucien...
The lingering fear makes me instinctively cling to him, as if trying to absorb his warmth, burying it deep within my chest.
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And he is holding me tightly, his large palm gently stroking me over and over again.
Lucien: Don't be afraid, I'm here.
MC: I... I can hear and see everything, but I just can't control myself...
Lucien: (chuckles softly) MC, do you need to confirm it again?
Lucien is holding my hand to his cheek, a cool and soft touch comes from his fingertips.
My fingertips tremble slightly, then slowly glide across his cheek, his nose, and the edge of his lips.
I want to imprint these ordinary touches deep into the bottom of my heart.
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Lucien: Even though it feels a bit ticklish, you can take as much time as you need to be sure.
Lucien: I'll be here for you until you're fully at ease.
Lucien lowers his head and gently kisses my lips. His movement is light and slow as if he wants me to feel him as much as possible.
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 MC: Lucien....
I grip his lapel with a bit of force, feeling the tension of the fabric under my fingertips, gradually soothing my unease and palpitations.
Everything that just happened seems to be just a nightmare.
After deepening the last kiss, he gently sets me down, crouches, and takes hold of my knee, slowly rubbing it.
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Lucien: Are you still cold?
Seeing the apology in his eyes, I shake my head, preparing to say something, when a siren suddenly rings out from the distance.
I stare blankly at the man who's fallen unconscious on the ground, the pool of blood beneath him is a shocking sight.
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Lucien: He’s fine for now.
Lucien: But I need to take you to get bandaged up first.
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He massages my knee again, his gaze fixed intensely on the coagulated blood at my fingertips.
Even though it's just a minor scrape, I don't want him to worry any further, so I obediently nod.
MC: There seems to be a medical station in the venue, so by the time the police arrive, we can still manage to cooperate and give statements...
Before I can finish, Lucien pulls me into his arms, his chin lightly resting on the top of my head.
Lucien: There's no need to rush
Lucien: I don't want to make you suffer any more today. I will negotiate with them to postpone the process until tomorrow morning.
He unconsciously tightens his grip, revealing deeper emotions beneath his slightly stern demeanor.
Apart from guilt, there's a greater sense of fear that he can’t control.
[it’s the fear of losing someone yet again :”]
I can't help but hug him tightly, feeling his silent but turbulent embrace.
MC: Even though I'm fine now, I'll still listen to you~
The light in Lucien's eyes softens a bit more, he releases me and picks up the rabbit plush at his foot, and gently pats it.
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Lucien: MC, my plans have been disrupted, so to make it up to you...
Lucien: I will help you clean it. In the time that follows, both me and it will be here to bring you joy.
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sigery · 2 years ago
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If the Void party ever does happen, could Rogue be invited too? He's not a Void, but he is a nature/plant guy too. He wants to be included.
Vortex has met him. Please invite Rogue, he wants to see his little bud again.
@amphiptere-art @madcatdaderpydrawer-blog
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ellipsea · 1 year ago
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ACHIEVEMENT GET: your DM dropped you 500 feet and you took the maximum 20d6 falling damage and lived!
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kelemengabi · 1 year ago
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nikkinikums · 2 years ago
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vanellygal · 2 years ago
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I always loved vortex as a kid. It was fantastic.... up until I was tall enough where my head hit the sides of the over the shoulder restraints. My last ride left my head bleeding from where my earrings were slammed into it. I still miss it tho. Such a good ride. Thank you for reminding of that video I shot so long ago. 🥺🥺🥺🥺
Ouch, yeah that sounds believable. You never knew what kind of ride you'd get with Vortex! Sometimes the ride was extra smooth, other times not. I think it depended on the day, where you sat, and how you braced yourself. It was such an amazing Arrow, plus a beauty to look at too. I still remember my final ride on it, and it's nice to look back.
Luckily I have a piece of track to remember it by. Anyways, you're so very welcome! Thank you for sharing it to Tumblr :)
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lifewithaview · 5 months ago
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Jim Parsons and Kunal Nayyar in The Big Bang Theory (2007) The Psychic Vortex
S3E12
With Leonard and Howard going on a double date, Raj talks a reluctant Sheldon into attending a mixer at the university. Surprisingly, Raj and Sheldon end up meeting and having a good time with two beautiful, fun loving women named Abby and Martha. Raj and Sheldon have vastly differing opinions on what they want to get out of a second date that Abby and Martha want with them. Meanwhile, Leonard reconsiders his relationship with Penny when he learns that she believes in psychics. Penny reconsiders her relationship with Leonard after he mocks her belief in psychics. One of the two is going to have to compromise their steadfast belief if their relationship is to continue.
*The characters of Abby and Martha are actually a tribute to Joseph Kesselring's Arsenic and Old Lace (1944). Abby and Martha are the names of the homicidal spinster aunts.
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addedsugars · 21 days ago
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being in a self shipping community generally instead of like a selfship community for a specific fandom is really weird because we’re all talking about the same thing but we’re not. we could talking about our little fictional partners or whatever planning little double dates blah blah blah and then oomf could drop “well it’s sorta complicated after the time vortex” and its like time vortex? your man was in a time vortex? who put your man in a time vortex? is he. is he good or like
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boy-with-the-pink-hair · 7 months ago
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Yeah, I made a comic. Why? Cuz, I love to suffer. OTL
Based on my fic.*shameless self-promo* Relevant snippet below the cut.
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Stepping deeper now into the cavernous inner chamber, he kept a hand on the wall to guide him as he peered into the gloom, wondering what could've caused the machine to malfunction. He took another few steps forward, nearing the far end of the chamber, his hand sliding along the wall until it passed over an open panel and a small round protrusion. Suddenly, his foot bumped against a thick cable on the floor and he shifted his weight in surprise. That's when he felt the protrusion beneath his hand sink into the wall with a click!
He stumbled back and saw the control panel where his hand had been, the buttons labeled on and off. He soon realized what he'd done as the chamber let out a heavy CLUNK and began to whir and hum, the glowing lines of circuitry growing brighter as the sound crescendo'd to a deafening peak. Danny heard his friends calling out to him in surprise, but he found himself frozen in place as he turned to see a bright green light bloom at the end of the chamber into a brilliantly blinding flash!
Suddenly, a massive surge of energy ripped into his body! It took his breath away--pulled from his lungs in a painful scream as his muscles contracted violently, body spasming and convulsing as every nerve burned and sizzled! His heart pounded erratically in his chest, harder and faster than he'd ever felt in his life, as though it might explode! He clutched at his chest with another painful spasm, doubling over in pain as he tried to take a breath. It was an agony like nothing he'd ever felt before. It felt like dying. Like his body was being ripped apart, molecule by molecule.
Then as quickly as it began, it was over. His eyes rolled back as he collapsed to the floor, a blackness overtaking everything.
...
While the two friends busied themselves with their own activities, they didn't notice the atmosphere of the lab change... until it was too late. The CLUNK of the machine quickly drew their attention and both Sam and Tucker dropped what they were doing to watch in horror as it whirred to life. The hum of the machine grew louder and louder--a growing static-charge making the air feel crispy--and Sam's heart sank in dread. "Danny?" she called out to her friend, "Danny, what's happening?!" Tucker rushed back to the portal entrance to see what was happening, and joined in Sam's concern. "Danny, get out of there! Something's wrong!" he shouted over the noise, but it was too late. A bright flash of light burst from the machine, forcing the pair to shield their eyes as the deafening hum was replaced by Danny's agonized screaming and the crackle of electricity. "DANNY!!" Sam dropped her camera and lurched toward the portal entrance, but Tucker caught her by the waist and pulled her back. "Sam, don't! It's too dangerous! You could get hurt!" "But Danny's IN THERE!! We have to SAVE him!!" she argued, pulling against his grip, but Tucker held tight. "I’m sorry, Sam... there's nothing we can do." He knew the odds of saving their friend were slim, and the odds of joining his tragic predicament, extremely high. But Sam refused to just stand by and do nothing while her best-friend was in danger. She broke free of Tucker's arms and rushed forward-- but it was already over. Danny's body crumpled to the floor with a thud and laid motionless beyond the threshold of the machine as the chamber crackled and a swirling green vortex formed inside.
The two friends stared in quiet horror, before Sam stumbled forward into the machine, dropping down beside Danny's still form. She knew immediately that something was wrong and quickly moved to drag his limp body back from that sinister green vortex, as it grew to fill the entire chamber. She felt her heart clench as she dragged him back into the lab and laid him onto his back. His hair, once a jet-black, was now a shock of white, and he felt cold beneath her fingers. A faint stench of burnt flesh wafted from his body, his suit a charred black and the rubber ashen. She knelt beside him, a hand on his chest, the other gently brushing the hair from his face. "Tucker..." She looked back at the other boy in restrained panic, her voice wavering as she spoke. "He-- He's not breathing."
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cosmique-oddity · 4 months ago
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*cry because of too much feelings*
Chapter 3 of Blurr’s storyline in Mecha AU!
Previous chapter
“Speaking of Mechs.” continues Blurr, ”That thing's evacuation system sucks. What if you were stunned by the fall? What if something short-circuits and starts a fire???”
Swindle just clenches the glass in his hands. Feels the cold moisture of condensation dripping down onto his fingers.
“Then I'd burn.” he doesn't say
Under the cut⤵️
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It's Swindle's birthday.
He thinks it is.
He's pretty sure.
Since he was taken into the program, it's always hard to tell. It's like time flows differently here. He had a calendar, but Brawl put it somewhere a while ago and then forgot where it was. And they're not allowed to have phones yet. Though Swindle assumes Onslaught managed to steal one from someone anyway.
Shit. Where's the calendar?
Swindle remembers the date, but can't remember the month.
There's a strange static tingling sensation in the back of his head. If he turns his head too fast, it'll grow into an unpleasant pricking pain.
The last time in the lab was disgusting.
He can't remember what month it is. He's not even sure why it bothers him so much. Not that birthdays mean anything within the walls of the program.
He stops in the middle of the living room and looks around with a meticulous eye. He's already checked the beds, desk, and nightstands...hah.
“Hey have any of you seen my calendar?”
Vortex, sitting on top of the bunk bed shakes the ash off his cigarette right down into Blast Off's lap.
“Nope.”
“TEX YOU'RE LITTERING ON MY BED.”
“I could have ..torn it up” offers Brawl from across the room.
Swindle turns on his heels and angrily rests his arms at his sides.
“You tore it?”
“I might have,” Brawl scratches the back of his head.
Swindle pinches the bridge of his nose
That's fine. Not that he cares that much. Not that any celebration at all would save the crappy day.
He has some new “experimental” medical procedure scheduled for later, which generally means suffering. Or if he's lucky, some critter will attack the city and instead of squirming on the slab, he'll have to go cuddle with huge nasty beasts. Which is slightly better than the actual procedures. He'd like that to happen. If only his head would also stop buzzing....
“Happy birthday to me” Swindle thinks, sticking his Mech hand under the plates of a particularly ugly monster and pulling something disgustingly oozing green blood out of there. He can see the faces of the random gawkers who didn't have time to evacuate. Ooh, some of them got that nasty stuff on their faces. Swindle has no time to feel sorry for them.
The monster did attack, but it's entirely possible that this monster ended the last meager supply of luck Swindle had. Because somewhere. Something. In his head begins to hurt again and the world in front of his eyes begins to slowly blur and..
ahh FUCK….
The monster grabs him knocks him to the ground and Swindle can literally feel in his bones that something's wrong, but the data from his Mech doesn't give him any useful information. Which isn't that uncommon. These things are glitchy as hell and aren't designed to recognize anything but the most basic popular malfunctions.
The word “error” shines mockingly in his face. Blurring in his eyes and reflecting in red on his uniform.
Error, error, what the hell is this error. He needs to know what's wrong so he doesn't accidentally kill himself, but all this bucket offers him is oops. You're in trouble teeheee~
He can hear the sound of Blast Off's giant cannon in the distance. And the loud rumble where Vortex and Onslaught are trying to get out of the ring of monsters.
His Mech is unresponsive. His damn machine refuses to move and Swindle isn't quite sure if it's the Mech that's the problem, because his head feels like a piece of raw rotten meat and maybe the error meant that what's broken is him.
The monster leans over him, trying to rip off whatever it can rip off and thank god this thing apparently isn't smart enough to realize that the Mech is controlled from the head because it's aiming straight for his chest.
He needs to get out. If he can't get this thing to move, he needs to get the fuck out of it before the alien gets him.
He manages to open the emergency hatch and quietly slip out and ohhhh the world is spinning, this is not bloody good.
He manages to take a few steps before a loud B A N G comes from somewhere above and IS THAT A TRAIN???? Who in their right mind would think of using a fucking train as a throwing weapon???? Is that Brawl? It's got to be Brawl. Oh, Swindle is so gonna kill him.
Because (sadly) in addition to the monster, the train and Swindle, there's also physics involved in this circus.
So while the monster is effectively brought to rest and knocked sideways with a hole in it’s head, the train stops its forward motion and starts its downward motion.
Right onto Swindle's head.
He just has time to think that dying from a train falling out of the sky is a pretty creative death. His legs are shaking, his head is buzzing and he only manages to take half a sluggish step in an attempt to avoid the inevitable when a loud “MOVE” comes to his ears and something yanks him to the side.
The tug sends fire down his spine and head. The ensuing landing reverberates with pain in his shoulder and sides. He barely has time to process the first two sensations until a moment later he hears a rumble so deafening that he thinks his eardrums are about to burst.
Swindle props himself up on his elbows and hisses in pain as the movement causes the back of his head to sting.
“Ah I'll fuckin' kill him...”
A voice comes above him
“Ouw dude. You okay?”
There's.. Some teenager hovering over him. And behind him is lying...the wrecked train...right where Swindle himself was standing a second ago.
The strange teen frowns worriedly and pulls Swindle upright and drags him somewhere else
“Come on, it's best not to be in the open during monster attacks”
“Ah” thinks Swindle ”right. Without Mech you're a pathetic tiny piece of chop begging to be stomped on by Brawl.”
He tries to focus on balance so he doesn't hang too much on this kid.
They find the nearest unlocked door, which turns out to be the entrance to an underground bar.
“So” says the stranger, letting go of Swindle and shaking the dust off his hair ” You're a pilot! That's so cool, but you're kinda small for a pilot.”
Swindle sighs sullenly.
“I'll let you have that one comment about my height because you helped me, but next time you're dead.”
“Helped? I saved your ass.”
“Helped a lot” says Swindle grudgingly. “Thanks.”
The teen laughs and climbs into the bar. It's a mess everywhere, people clearly evacuated in a hurry and threw everything in haste.
“What's your name? Oh, or, wait. Do you guys use code names? I've heard pilots call each other by call signs, but half the time those call signs sound so dumb, I don't see how they can respond to that.”
He waits for the kid to cut off his flow of words to take a breath. Man, what a chatty boy.
“You can call me Swindle.”
“Kay” the kid pulls out a couple glasses ”I'm Blurr. Would you like something Swindle? I don't mean to brag, but I'm pretty good at mixing cocktails.”
Swindle looks around the room suspiciously. The bar, even though it's underground, looks pretty good. Too good, in fact. The place is clearly not for the poor.
He walks over to the bar and climbs onto a bar stool. There's no one else in here but them, but the electricity is on so he doesn't doubt for a second that they're being filmed by a security camera right now. Maybe a few even.
Blurr throws him an expectant look.
Swindle pretends to go through his pockets. As if there could be money in them out of nowhere. Then he makes a comically confused face and spreads his hands.
“Oh, no, I think I left my millions at home. What's the cheapest thing you have?”
Blurr snorts.
“Ice is free.”
“I'll take the ice then” nods Swindle.
There is a loud rumbling sound above them. It must be Vortex having fun again bouncing on the aliens that have fallen to the ground, crushing their heads.
Swindle is just. He takes off his helmet, takes a glass of ice and presses it to his head enjoying the way the nasty buzzing recedes.
Blurr waits for the rumbling to recede before speaking again.
“But really. You're a pilot but...uh. Are you even old enough to drink?”
Swindle sends him his best grumpy look. It's not exactly a joke about his height, but it's damn close.
“Are you old enough to pour?”
“Sure,” says Blurr too fast for it to be true. If Swindle had to guess, he'd say the guy in front of him is no older than seventeen. The tattered jeans and the T-shirt with the F1 logo printed on it definitely don't help. And, hey, those headphones look very expensive. So do the sneakers. Kid's clearly from a wealthy family.
Blurr pulls out a bottle of syrup from somewhere and pours it straight into his mouth. Doesn't miss, which is amusing. Doesn't wince, which is frankly impressive. Swindle feels the unbearable sweetness just looking at him.
It suddenly hits him
“Hey, do you have a phone?”
“Sure,” Blurr pours himself more syrup. Swindle twitches.
“What's the day today?”
Blurr's mouth is full of an unimaginable amount of sugar, so he just pulls out his phone and turns its screen toward Swindle and oh...oh. He was wrong about the date. And the month, too. It's not his birthday. His birthday was a week ago...
Does that mean he must be nineteen now? Yeah, that makes him nineteen.
Blurr takes the phone back and slips it into his pocket.
“Your face looks funny.”
“I just realized it's my birthday today,” smiles Swindle.
“Oooooooohh~~~” rejoices Blurr ”Congratulations! It's kind of poetic that you almost died just today. Can you imagine how funny the numbers on your tombstone would have looked.”
Swindle chokes on air.
“That's certainly a very appropriate comment, thank you...”
“Sorry haha said without thinking.” Blurr reaches under the counter again and pulls out a bottle from there “Hey, they have more syrups!”
There's another loud rumble from upstairs.
Blurr presses his head into his shoulders and stares up at the ceiling as if hoping to see something through it.
Swindle puts his elbows and head on the tabletop
“Don't worry, it's just Brawl.”
Blurr doesn't take his eyes off the ceiling
“ You can tell that by the sound of falling concrete?”
Swindle lazily dangles his feet. The chair is high and even the toes of his shoes don't reach the floor.
“Brawl is the loudest. And the heaviest, too. He's always crashing into everything, throwing things and breaking things too. You can hear him a mile away.”
He pauses to listen
“And that kch-ooooooooomm is Blast Off's cannon. It's some super rare experimentally advanced one, so it sounds like something out of a space movie. He couldn't stop bragging about it for half a year when he got it.”
Blurr chuckles and leans his elbows on the counter, relaxing.
“ And this...uh...what's this?”
“That's Vortex, he's our local lunatic. Best not to listen too much to what he does, it's almost always disgusting in ways you would never even consider.”
Blurr makes a disgruntled face and is silent for a couple minutes.
“It's weird hearing you call them by their names. I mean, I kind of always knew Mechs were run by people but you guys are never seen, so most of the time it's just.. Huge robots and huge monsters. You know what I mean. I was actually surprised when I saw you get out of that Mech.”
Swindle just nods. Because, what else is there to add.
“Speaking of Mechs.” continues Blurr, ”That thing's evacuation system sucks. What if you were stunned by the fall? What if something short-circuits and starts a fire???”.
Swindle just clenches the glass in his hands. Feels the cold moisture of condensation dripping down onto his fingers
“Then I'd burn.” he doesn't say
Blurr doesn't seem to notice his glum mood
“Oh, hey. If it's no secret, why did you go into piloting in the first place?”
Because he had no choice? He can't answer that, that information isn't for civilians.
Because he didn't know what he was getting into until it was too late? That's not vague enough either.
Because he was up to his neck in debt and barely into college before a smiling man showed up on his doorstep and offered him good money if he agreed to a couple tests...?
“I had to do it for the people.” Swindle decides to repeat a line of propaganda.
“Ohhhh.... That's...a good reason. The monsters are disgusting, of course. But the reason is cool.”
Swindle just. Holds his glass of melting ice, listens to Blurr's mutterings, and enjoys the peace. This random teenager is not his superior or colleague and has nothing to do with the organization at all. Swindle doesn't have to remember to salute or follow orders or fear being reported to his superiors.
He can just. Be.
Just him and his free ice and his saved for free life.
That's. Sweet.
Blurr's drinking syrup again.
...and a little disgusting.
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Brawl jumps out of bed, hits his head on a shelf hanging on the wall and drops everything on it onto Blast Off's head
“Swindle!!!” yells Brawl.
“Why are these books sticky???” shrieks Blast Off.
“You don't wanna know~” giggles Vortex.
Swindle sighs.
“You're alive!!!” ignores Blast Off Brawl's complaints. And a second later runs up and pulls Swindle off the floor in a crushing bear hug.
Behind them, Blast Off, with his face wrinkled in disgust, gathers all the dropped books back onto the shelf.
Swindle wheezes pathetically and slaps Brawl's arm with his palm, either to reciprocate the gesture or to beg for mercy
“Br...khaaaaah...Brawl I can't breathh.”
“OH. I'm uh. Here. Wait.”
Brawl puts him back on the floor and runs back to the shelf.
Onslaught, who has peeked into the room, puts a hand on Swindle's shoulder
“You've been gone a long time. Boss said you tried to escape.”
His tone isn't judgmental. And not pressuring. Not even questioning, but Swindle knows Onslaught wants more information. Swindle clutches a piece of napkin with a phone number in his pocket and smiles weakly.
“I've found a...friend? I think?”
Onslaught nods. In a manner that only he knows how to do. Not giving an opinion, not encouraging or condemning. Just taking in the information. Swindle admires him for that.
Behind them, Brawl pulls some piece of paper out from under the books that have just been put away and drops them again
“FUCK!” yells Blast Off. Vortex just starts hooting like a hyena.
“Hey Swindle I found the calendar!” yells Brawl waving the paper.
Swindle frowns in surprise.
“It's a different calendar...”
“I found you a new one.” nods Brawl.
“...Why...is it...it's torn in half?”
“It had stupid flowers drawn on it, so I ripped them off. And I accidentally ripped off more than I needed.”
“Ah,” says Swindle, clutching the calendar, ”That's...Thanks. I forgive you for losing the previous one.”
Behind them, Blast Off is trying to strangle Vortex with a jacket.
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Blurr waves his arms happily like a hyperactive windmill.
“Swindle!!!”
Swindle smiles and adjusts his glasses
“Your party can be seen from across city.”
“I know~~” primps Blurr “Are you hungry? There was a snack table around here somewhere.”
“I didn't bring any money.” lies Swindle.
“Hey man, it's a party. Help yourself, it's free.”
“Оh.” Swindle's mood instantly brightens. “All right, then.”
“You look terrible” Blurr decides to share.
Swindle, busy shoveling food into his pockets, nods.
“I've had a rough week. Actually, it'd be cool if you didn't tell anyone you saw me here. I'm kind of not supposed to be here.”
He doesn't elaborate.
Blurr is a civilian. In his mind, a rough week is rude people or an exam or bad weather. Swindle's bad week is strap marks on his wrists and double vision. It's nausea from injections and sleepless nights because Vortex won't stop screaming in his sleep.
Blurr doesn't know that. With him, Swindle can pretend to be somewhat normal.
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“Heeeeey“ says Blurr ‘I haven't seen you in a long time~"
“That” thinks Swindle ”is a pretty standard phrase for both of them.
Blurr looks older. Taller too. He was taller than Swindle before, but now that difference is starting to look almost comical. He's also flaunting a cast on his arm.
“Did you get hurt?”
“Didn't make a turn at training” waves Blurr off “It's no big deal. Wanna go find something to eat?”
Blurr is always trying to feed him, Swindle notices over time. Offers him drinks or snacks or whatever.
“ I like your uh..cap?”
“I got a promotion” Swindle smiles proudly “Me and the guys were made a special group...actually you're not allowed to know more than that, so you'll have to take my word for it when I say we are officially cool.”
He purposely adjusts his cap by the brim so Blurr can get a good look at it.
Blurr makes a delighted sound. Something between a “wow” and a giggle. He generally makes a lot of sounds all the time. Tapping his fingers on every hard surface, stomping in place like he's always late for something, laughing, whistling, clicking his tongue. A human orchestra.
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Onslaught sits down next to Swindle and clutches his hands in his lap in front of him. This makes the bed legs squeak pitifully. Onslaught has grown surprisingly large. He can almost rival Brawl in height already. Most people find that intimidating, but Swindle just thinks Onslaught is like a wall. A big, solid concrete wall that's so good to hide behind.
“Be careful with what you tell this guy.”
“Don't worry” says Swindle ”He's not the type of friend you tell secrets to. He's just a fun dude who's great to hang out with.”
Onslaught hums.
“And who feeds you for free.”
“If that's how you're trying to ask me to share, you're not doing a very good job.”
Vortex snaps his fingers as he walks past them
“Hey Swindler, the lab is closed for today. It's your day off.”
“Wha...”
Onslaught tilts his head.
“Vortex. What did you do?”
“I spat in their dna sample vault” proudly proclaims Vortex “and didn't tell them exactly where.”
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Blurr frowns.
“Hey...are you okay?”
“No” thinks Swindle.
“My friend died” he says instead.
He's not okay. He feels like an animal caught in a beartrap, trying to chew off its own paw to get free.
Except the trap is closed around Swindle's head and it's not a body part he can afford to lose.
There's been a lot of talk. Even more rumors. Swindle listened but tried not to believe.
And then one of pilots, Shockwave… was taken to the lab and brought back a different damn man and it felt like Swindle had the rug pulled out from under his feet with hot coals underneath.
Because Swindle's boss, with his stupid, rehearsed smile, started writing reports about how “human personality flaws are something that can be fixed. That challenging behavior is something that can be repaired with tools.
Blurr freezes.
“Who?”
“Vortex.”
Because of course it's Vortex. Talented but difficult to handle. Powerful but uncontrollable.
They wanted a pilot who would be a beast on the battlefield and a loyal dog on base. And who else would be a more ideal test subject than him?
Vortex was being very rude that day, even by Vortex standards. Yelling and swearing and throwing things around. Kept saying that no shitty lab could make him “a fucking puppet.”
Scratching the stitches on his head until he started leaving a trail of blood behind him.
He went on a mission.
And never came back.
The reports said it was all the monsters' fault. That Vortex was unstable. That the accident had nothing to do with the new technology. But it was nevertheless suspended.
Swindle is both bitter and amused by this. Vortex would eat the same monsters for breakfast any other day. The bastard was unkillable.
“Oh my god” says Blurr “I'm so sorry to hear that.”
He says something else. Probably comforting. About how Vortex died protecting people, maybe. About Vortex being a hero.
“Vortex,” thinks Swindle, ”loved life. He loved adrenaline and danger and pain and thrill and fear, but he never wanted to die. They did something to him. Something that made him go over the edge.”
Vortex got his head in the trap and ripped it off to escape it.
Swindle knows him and the others are next. And knows that no one but themselves can help them.
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Blast Off seems...very quiet. He could never stop complaining about Vortex before. Yelling about the garbage. Resenting the unmade bed and the cigarette ashes.
Vortex's bed remains unmade.
Blast Off regularly cleans everything up, but never wipes away the little circles of ash from the places where Vortex used to put out cigarettes on the furniture.
Onslaught puts his hand on Swindle's shoulder and squeezes. Not hard. Just enough for Swindle to register the gesture as important.
Standing nearby, Blast Off lights a cigarette and leans on Onslaught.
“Ons told me about your plan. I want to join in.”
“What kind of plan? Can I get involved?” inquires Brawl.
Onslaught sighs.
“Repeat after me - I don't know, they don't tell me anything.”
“I don't know, they don't tell me anything.”
“Good job” nods Onslaught “From now on, every time they ask you any - listen. Any! Question about us, you will answer them with this phrase.”
“Got it,” grins Brawl.
Swindle smiles.
“Gentlemen, it's time to violate all that is written, and rewrite all that is violated.”
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Blurr lazily takes his eyes off the phone. He's wearing a racing suit and tons of hairspray. He's shiny and gleaming like a fine collectible figurine that should be on the shelf of an expensive exhibit. He's also bored.
“Sorry buddy, the interview is long over, if you have any questions you'll have to pay for the session.”
Swindle smiles.
“How about one tiny little question?”
Blurr makes funny big eyes.
“SWINDLE!!! I haven't seen you in a thousand years! You...oh I didn't recognize you haha sorry. Nice coat. You quit being a pilot?”
Swindle proudly adjusts his glasses. He's wearing a brand-new, ironed shirt that's exactly his size. Nice neat tie, expensive coat. Swindle isn't surprised Blurr didn't recognize him immediately. Sometimes he looks in the mirror and doesn't recognize himself. After all those years of wearing the pilot's uniform, he felt almost attached to it. And yet here he is.
“You could say I moved.” he winks snarkily, “Up. All the Mechs you see on the streets now are my Mechs~”
Blurr completely forgets about his phone.
“REALLY?? Oh man congrats to you!”
“Thanks” nods Swindle ”You want something to drink? I'm buying.”
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Onslaught adjusts his tie. It's still, years later, a little strange to see him in a uniform instead of a pilot's suit.
“You do realize it's going to be hard to find a person like that, right? We need someone famous enough to be effective and dumb enough to want to save mankind instead of sunbathing on a yacht.”
Swindle adjusts his glasses and leans back in his chair.
Someone outgoing so they can quickly befriend all the right people. Handsome enough to have their face printed on a poster. Smart just enough not to say too much. And not associated with Mecha program so they can't be accused of trying to get promoted through their acquaintances.
Someone who already has everything but still willing to put themselves at risk for the cause.
“You know, I think I have a possible candidate.”
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i2rizz · 8 days ago
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Hi! Is it alright if you do an Isagi version of "No way he pulled that"? I just can't stop thinking how how funny Rin's and Kaiser's reaction would be when they found out Isagi has a gf. Thank you!
YESSS i can already smell myself cooking up a masterpiece
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No Way He Pulled That Pt.7
The thing about Isagi is that everyone knows him.
Blue Lock’s golden boy. Tactical genius. Obsessed with football. The guy who stares at a whiteboard for fun. The guy who—rumor has it—once got so lost in analysis, he forgot his own birthday.
So no one—and I mean no one—expected him to have game.
It started innocently enough. Beach day, sanctioned by Ego (God knows why), and the guys were scattered across the shore doing their usual nonsense. Rin was silently judging the tide, Kaiser was trying to tan his already perfect face, and Shidou had just eaten three popsicles and was now threatening a crab.
Isagi was—shocker—kicking a ball against a rock. Alone.
"Still grinding?" Bachira asked, flopping down beside him.
"Visualization," Isagi muttered. "Improving touch control on sand"
"Bro, it’s literally beach day"
"I’m relaxing"
Kaiser, from twenty feet away, snorted. "That’s not relaxing. That’s a football cult ritual"
But then.
Then it happened.
Across the sand, laughter floated in on the breeze—bright, clear, and unmistakably familiar.
Everyone looked over.
There you were, jogging toward the group with a tote bag over your shoulder, sunglasses perched in your hair, and a smile that could melt the polar caps. Short sundress fluttering. Skin sun-warmed. Just pure radiance on legs.
And when Isagi saw you?
He lit up. Like genuinely, stupidly lit up.
"Babe!" he called, waving.
Babe?
Kaiser choked so hard he spit out his drink. Rin snapped his head around so fast it was medically concerning. Shidou muttered something like "she real??" and tried to slap himself.
You grinned and ran up to him, tossing your arms around his neck. "Sorry'm late! Miss me baby?"
He smiled like a man who just doubled his ego. "Always"
And he kissed your cheek. So naturally. Like it was routine.
Bachira gasped audibly. "ISAGI HAS A GIRLFRIEND?"
Shidou squinted. "No way. He talks to people???"
You looked at the group, cheerfully waving. "Hey guys!"
Everyone blinked. You were stunning. You looked like a walking rom-com. You had flower-shaped earrings and little sun tattoos. Rin looked like he was witnessing the downfall of logic. Kaiser just said, "...Are you sure you’re not lost?"
"Lost? No," you giggled. "I’m here for my boyfriend"
Isagi beamed, smiling like you'd just handed him the Ballon d'Or.
"Yoichi, how," Reo whispered.
Barou looked like he was about to start pacing.
And you—you pulled a water bottle from your bag, handed it to him with a kiss to the cheek, and plopped down next to him like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Want me to reapply your sunscreen later?"
"Please"
Rin deadpanned, "I’m hallucinating"
Kaiser was staring at the sea. "I’ve done something wrong in life. I know it"
Meanwhile, Isagi just started explaining beach ball physics to you like he wasn’t sitting in a vortex of shattered egos and broken belief systems.
Bachira summed it up best.
"Yoichi pulled that?"
Everyone: No way he pulled that.
They all needed answers.
Bonus-
"You’re lying"
"No I’m not"
"You have a girlfriend"
"Yes"
"Like a real one"
"Do you want to see our texts?"
"DON’T PLAY WITH ME, YOICHI"
They’d cornered him by the firepit later. Rin, Kaiser, Bachira, Shidou, Reo—all crammed onto lawn chairs like this was some mafia trial. Isagi sat in the middle with the world’s calmest smile, sipping juice from a plastic cup. You were in the background feeding a squirrel and complimenting its fur.
"She’s too happy" Rin said. "That level of serotonin doesn’t happen around you"
"I don’t understand," Reo said, hands in his hair. "You’ve never even flirted in your life—how did this happen?!"
"She likes me," Isagi said simply.
"WHY," Kaiser snapped.
Isagi blinked innocently. "She said I’m endearing. Smart. Devoted. Passionate"
"PASSIONATE???"
"She literally said I’m her favorite dork"
Rin: "...I need to lie down"
"And she brings me snacks"
Cue visible collapse from half the squad.
Bachira was curled in a beach towel whispering, "She called him baby… and smiled… and kissed him… and he didn’t die of embarrassment…"
"You know what?" Shidou said, standing. "I call sorcery. That’s not a girlfriend. That’s a damn Disney princess"
"She’s real," Isagi insisted. "And she likes me. I even help her carry her groceries"
That somehow made it worse.
You waved sweetly from a distance, calling, "Yocchan! I made those seaweed riceballs you like!"
Kaiser was on the ground. "I’m gonna vomit"
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hitwiththefandomz · 7 months ago
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And finally double trouble, Crash & Bash
Here’s Ruben Alis Vortex
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kelemengabi · 8 months ago
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Double helix Octave entanglement
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