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mudaship39 · 11 months ago

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Character bio of the Asian Pasifika demigod and Afro Latine Native alien hybrid superhero main character part 9

Citizenship:

Kingdom of Hawaii. Kingdom of Tonga. Citizen of mythical Mu and Hawaiki as an Oceanic demigod and alien hybrid. Earth. Europa. Titan. Sol System. Milky Way Galaxy. Intergalactic Federation of Ethanxiia. Planetary Confederacy of Iuyumania. Polaris System. Andromeda Galaxy.

Marital Status: Married.

Education:

High school grad

Principal's Honor Roll

High school Salutatorian

College dropout because of work conflict and taking care of their biological and adoptive kids. Later went back to school to complete their degrees.

College graduate.

College Valedictorian

Science major who graduated from a four year university with an Associate’s Degree of Science in Xeno Zoology with a minor in Magi Paleontology.

Bachelor’s degree in Magi Marine Biology and Xeno Anthropology

Graduated from the Earth Naval Academy. Master’s Degree of Science in Oceanography with a minor in Ocean Engineering.

Science major who graduated from Sol System Ivy League University with a Doctorate in Science. Dual Major in Xeno Biology and Magi Archeology.

High school sports:

Swimming, Golf, Volleyball, Baseball, Tennis, Water Polo, Track, Wrestling, Basketball, Soccer.

College Sports:

Cross country, Volleyball, Ice hockey, Skiing, Baseball, Snowboarding, Basketball, Lacrosse, Soccer.

Club:

Fencing, Kendo, Archery, Kickboxing, Equestrian, Fishing, Judo, Shooting (pistol and rifle), Weightlifting, Rock climbing, Taekwondo, Karate, Sailing, Mixed martial arts

Occupation:

College:

A Administrative assistant. App Designer. App Tester. Babysitter. Bank teller. Barber. Bar Bartender. Beach Lifeguard. Blogger. Bookkeeper. Bookstore Owner. Bus driver. Cab Driver. Camp Counselor. Car Wash Attendant. Cashier. Coffee shop barista. College tutor. Commercial actor. Concierge. Content Creator. Customer service representative. Dance Instructor. Delivery Driver. Dental Assistant. Dishwasher. Dog Walker. Electrician. Fan artist. Fanwriter. Fast food line cook. Fast food cashier. Freelancer. Freelance Writer. Firefighter. Fitness Instructor. Former child actor. Former Teen Star. Gardener. Gas Station Attendant. Golf Caddie. Grocery Store Clerk. Hairdresser. Host. Hover Car mechanic. Independent Contractor Driver (Hover Car Uber). Influencer. IT Support. Janitor. Journalist. Librarian. Mall security guard. Manual Laborer. Mover. Movie Theater Projectionist. Movie Theater Usher. Nail Technician. Nanny. Newspaper Delivery. Office receptionist. Pet Sitter (Specializing in birds, cats, spiders, lizards, & dogs). Pest Control. Pharmacy Technician. Photographer. Podcaster. Pool Lifeguard. Post office worker. Referee. Reporter. Research Assistant. Resident Advisor. Retail Sales Associate. Restaurant server. Roadie. Secretary. Social media assistant. Social Media Community Manager. Social media influencer. Sport team brand ambassador. Swim Instructor. Tattoo Artist. Television actor. Umpire. Valet. Waiter/Waitress. Web Designer. Video game streamer. Video Blogging/Vlogger. Virtual Assistant.

Sciences: He/she/they are a life scientist who studies anthropology, anatomy, archeology, biology, botany, conservation, ecology, genetics, linguistics, marine biology, paleontology, psychology, physiology, sociology, and zoology

He/she/they are a physical scientists who studies astronomy, astrophysics, chemistry, cosmology, earth sciences, engineering, geology, geography, oceanography, meteorology, nanotechnology, planetary sciences, and physics

Mom and dad of the Asian Pasifika and native Afro Latine Native superhero are native of color scientists in stem

Mom is a physical scientist who studies astronomy, chemistry, cosmology, engineering, geology, oceanography meteorology, nanotechnology, and physics

Dad is a life scientist so anthropology, anatomy, archeology, biology, botany, ecology, genetics, marine biology, paleontology, and zoology

Their child, the main character, is a life and physical scientists but on other alien planets of xeno sciences and other magical realms of magi sciences

He/she/they are a life scientist who studies on alien worlds

He/she/they are also a scientist who studies magical worlds

He/she/they study life across the planets, star systems, & galaxies across the universe, multiverse, & omniverse.

Gym Rat. Street Fighter. Pit Fighter. Underground Fighter. Martial Artist. Mixed Martial Artist. Athlete. Sports Coach. Team manager. Celebrity.

Supermodel. Fashion Designer.

Singer. Rapper. Musician. DJ. Spoken word poet. Songwriter. Actor.

Verified Video Game Streamer. Pro Gamer. Video game Voice Actor/actress. Game Designer. Podcaster. Influencer. Content Creator.

Stage Actor. Animator. Director. Producer. Set Designer. Costume Designer. Screenwriter.

Playwright. Author. Illustrator. Literary Agent. Editor. Publisher.

Business person. Mogul. Grill Chef. Fry Chef. Pastry Chef. Fish Chef. Junior Chef. Station Chef. Deputy Chef. Head Chef. Executive Chef. Master Chef. Gourmet Chef. 5 Star Restaurant Owner. Mixologist. High End Bar Owner. Proprietor.

Civilian (Colonist). Exterminator (Extradimensional Fauna).

Agent (Intelligence). Intelligence Officer. Intergalactic Law Enforcement, Intergalactic Intelligence Officer, Intergalactic Secret Agent,

Assassin. Professional Assassin. Militant Assassin. Contract Assassin. Master Assassin. Hired Killer. Hitman. Contract Killer. Ninja. Shinobi/Kunoichi Ninja Assassin Recruit (C- rank). Genin (B+ rank). Chunin (A+ rank). Jonin (S+ rank). Spy. Informant. Double Agent. Triple Agent.

Child soldier. Enlisted Soldier. Dauntless. Soldier. Academic Soldier. Conscript. Military Conscript. Recruit. Grunt. Infantry. Rifleman. Private. Corporal. Lance Corporal. Cook (Mess Hall). Field Cook. Mechanic. Medic. Field Medic. Combat Medic. Nurse. Surgeon. Doctor Scientist. Field Scientist. Sergeant. Drill Sergeant. Commissioned Officer. Second Lieutenant. First Lieutenant. Captain. Support. Machine Gunner. Sharpshooter. Marksman. Sniper. Scout. Recon. Demolitions. Grenadier. Disciplined Soldier. Combat Engineer. Intelligence. Military Asset. Spy. Double Agent. Assassin. Militant Assassin (Spy, Saboteur, Double Agent, & Contract Assassin). Assault. Heavy Weapons. Squad Leader. Officer. Military Officer. Intelligence Officer. Specialist. Commando. Airborne. Paratrooper. Pilot (Captain). Military Pilot (Spy). Exploration. Military. Military Officer. Intergalactic Paramilitary Operative, Intergalactic Supersoldier, Intergalactic Private Soldier. Black Ops. Special Ops. Covert Ops. Spec Ops Officer. Paramilitary. Major. Colonel. Field Marshal. General. Veteran. War Veteran. War Hero. Decorated. Disabled Veteran. War Hero. Honorably Discharged. Retired Soldier. Veteran Who Can’t Let Go. Haunted Veteran. Officer Who Came Out of Retirement.

Science Officer. Geneticist. Xenologist. Xenobiologist Consultant. Ancient Texts Interpreter. Xeno-anthropologist, Mutation Expert. Planetologist. Xenoecologist. Xenolinguist. Cryogenics Laboratory Assistant. Laser Beam Operator. Hologram Designer.

Communications Officer. Cultural Facilitator. Cultural Integrationist. Cultural Interpreter.

Doctor. Nurse. Medical Officer. Medical Officer.

Administrative Officer. Diplomat. Political Officer. Ambassador. Customs Official. Station Admin (Space Traffic Controller). Dock Worker (). Station master. Traffic control. Gate control. Supply Officer.

Asteroid Prospector. Deep space construction. Exo Suit Welder. Orbital Junkyard Worker. Hazardous Materials Handler.

Broker. Free Trader. Merchant Marine.

Scout. Helmsman. Navigation Systems Expert. Navigator. Space fighter Pilot. Space craft pilot.

Technician. Engineer. Droid mechanic. Ship mechanic. Armorer, Cyberneticist. Robotics Officer. Simulations Specialist. Robot Design Repair. Artificial Intelligence Scientist. Biotechnology Specialist. Nanotech Engineer. Robot Supervisor. Terraforming Engineer.

Customs Security. Station Security. Private Security. Tactical Officer. Weapons System Expert. Security Officer. Weapons Specialist. Ordinance Officer. Ground Support Specialist. Starship weapons officer.

Smuggler. Scrapper/Junker. Scavenger. Space pirate. Space pirate captain. Space pirate fleet admiral.

Federation Academy Teacher. Federation Military Academy Teacher.

Hacker.

Nanotech Printing Engineer.

Simulation Designer.

Used Spaceship Salesman. Licensed SpaceShip Rental Agent. Starship Insurance Company Agent.

Space Traffic Controller

Ship Interior Designer/Decorator

Biotechnology Specialist.

Nanotech Engineer. Nanotech Ethicist

Professional Psion. Combat Psion.

FTL Drive Engineer

High King/High Queen of the Principality of Federation of Kingdoms of Ethanxiia of an alien planet Ethanxiia

Paramount Chieftain and Warchief of the Confederacy of Nations of Iuyumania on the planet of Iuyamania

High King/High Queen of Mu or Hawaiki. Imagine Mount Olympus, Asgard, or Themyscira but for Indigenous Pasifika demigod metahumans and Indigenous Pasifika alien hybrid superhumans. A series of floating, terrestrial, & underwater kingdoms that was a federation or empire. It was created because of strong mystical, esoteric, arcane energies intrinsically tied to the sea, air, & land. It was built with the help of alien technology, divine help from polytheistic pagan pantheons, and arcane human magic. It was a magical focal point and is the strongest in power. It is an utopia dedicated to the free exchange of information and ideas of diverse and inclusive communities.

Through the influence of the government, military, scholars, & monarchs the empire or federation flourished and grew into an advanced realm unlike any other on the planet. Science, technology, & magic were the dominant means of power throughout the aquatic, terrestrial, & air supercontinent. They were already developing highly advanced technological wonders even in antiquity. Since its inception technology and magic were in sync and made the empire or federation both magically, scientifically, and technologically advanced. A terrestrial federation of kingdoms similar to its rival Hyperborea.

An underwater federation of kingdoms similar to its rival the technologically advanced Atlantean empire. A floating empire of kingdoms similar to its rival Asgard. Actually the size of a supercontinent. It is one of the earliest and most highly advanced cultural, technological, scientific, and magical societies on Earth.

It is an empire or federation that is further divided into kingdoms with each its own settlements, villages, towns, cities, counties, states. It is an oasis of civilization in prehistory, modern day, & the future. Although the arial, terrestrial, & aquatic federation or empire grew and prospered.

The civilizations of the outside world remained largely ignorant of Mu or Hawaiki for many decades, centuries, & millennia. In recent years however, it has found itself pushed to the forefront of public awareness. They are now considered the most technologically advanced federation of the planet.

The underwater throne room defended by sea elves riding dolphins, palace defended by merfolk and tritons riding sea unicorn, capital defended by weresharks riding (tiger, mako, & great white) sharks, & kingdoms are defended by Atlanteans riding whales (beluga, narwhals, & orcas). Their throne room is decorated with the skeletons of a megalodon, a mosasaurus, a plesiosaurus, a basilosaurus, & a livyatan. For Hawaiki the federation of kingdoms of Pasifika alien hybrids and demigods there were several kingdoms on land hidden by magic, several kingdoms floating in the air hidden by magic and technology, as well as several kingdoms underwater hidden by technology.

Their scientists develop a means so that their people could survive underwater, in the air, & on land. The experiment was a success and the serum transformed the citizens from normal human beings into a metahuman and superhuman species who could survive anywhere in the empire. The denizens of the empire or federation were changing to evolve new biological, emotional , intellectual, spiritual, and magical functions in order to better thrive. They altered differently from baseline homo sapiens due the high concentration of magic, technology, & science flowing throughout its vast territory. It's people gaining the ability to survive anywhere on land, sea, & air. Due to this habitual alternation all Hawaiki'an citizens of every nation of the empire or federation of demigods and alien hybrids are physically superior to baseline humans. As a result of being stronger, faster, tougher, smarter, and longer lived.

Chairman and CEO of Dynamic Sciences, Research, Development, Engineering, & Technology. It is a research organization, charity/philanthropy organization, and business corporation. It is the world's largest and most diversified multinational corporation. Complemented with a national and international chain of research laboratories. That is unconnected to the government or the military. It specializes in A.I., genetics, disease control, medicine, research and technology, nanotechnology, bionics, bio-engineering, pharmaceuticals, security, paramilitary weaponry, defense, aerospace, computer hardware and software, robotics, and metahuman and superhuman studies.

It was officially created in the 16th century. It is one of the oldest companies in the world. It began as a merchant business, an artisan guild, and trading company. As the company became more successful more branches were opened. Soon other companies were bought and absorbed. This was when expansion of the company turned into a global conglomerate with numerous headquarters, branches, & businesses in different countries. This turned it into a business conglomerate and corporation. It is a high-rise building as its own corporate headquarters.

It soon became a green company under new regulations and reforms and became environmentally conscious. It is known for its accessibility for disabled staff, employees, consumers, & visitors. It has been a forerunner in many fields of science, engineering, inventions, research, development, & technology. Its main headquarters are in California, Kansas, Ohio, South Carolina, & New York in America.

The tower was designed by its founder with the intention to serve as a beacon of modern human architecture. It was completed after a few years of excavation and construction. The tower itself cost several hundred million to build, update, & maintain. It was later redesigned by the current chairman and CEO to be a beacon of futuristic alien and human architecture.

It employs hundreds of thousands of people both human and alien of base human, superhuman, & metahuman origin with hundreds of buildings around the world. It employs hundreds of thousands of people of different diverse backgrounds. There are branch offices and headquarters all over the world. More than simply a superhero lair.

It is officially an advanced research, development, inventing, technology, science, engineering facility, a philanthropic/charity organization, and international business corporation. It is a multibillion research organization and business corporation. It is an advanced sciences, inventing, engineering, research, development, & technologies company with worldwide interests.

There are several lead scientists that work at the organization and corporation. They each have their own individual labs. The labs are equipped with the best and most advanced scientific equipment. Each of them are allowed to create whatever they think will help the company and technology advance. In the future it is a leading company in creating the most advanced technology in the world, star system, galaxy, & universe. He/she/they is their chief scientist. He/she/they are a life scientist who studies anthropology, anatomy, archeology, biology, botany, conservation, ecology, genetics, linguistics, marine biology, paleontology, psychology, physiology, sociology, and zoology. He/she/they are a physical scientist who studies astronomy, astrophysics, chemistry, cosmology, earth sciences, engineering, geology, geography, oceanography, meteorology, nanotechnology, planetary sciences, physics, & robotics.

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mossofthewoodsjewelry · 7 years ago

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Here’s a slightly better view of the Nightshade hair pins, taken outside!

I was thinking it would be fun to do sets, like, “healer’s herbs” or “witch’s herbs”, or putting like... the flower of a plant in one larger pin and then the berries or leaves or some other part of the plant in two or three smaller ones.

I also thought some nice big, wispy moss would look stellar inside them.

#botanical #botany #nightshade #mori kei #summer hair #handmade jewelry #jewelry #apologies for the messy bun i am no hairdresser #i just frustratedly put my bed hair up in the world's sloppiest bun every day in the summer

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harrywilliam6433 · 4 years ago

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If you are finding for Balayage in Grange Park? then visit at Genius Hair Studio. They offer a variety of services in their salon Ombre Hair - Balayage and many more! https://is.gd/Genius_Hair_Studio

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trckingtime · 5 years ago

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since everything's a little weird right now & most seem to be bored I thought we could play a quarantine game 💘 answer the following! 1. how has your day been? 2. what is the last thing that made you smile? 3. what's keeping you entertained these days? 4. if you are in some kind of quarantine/self isolation: is there anything you'd like to achieve in this time? 5. post a selfie! (if you're comfortable with that) 6. last but not least: send this to some mutuals to keep the game going 🥰

Hihi !! Ay lets see !

1. Good so far, i woke up really late, sketched for a bit and caught up with Botany. I had ice cream and that makes everything better

2. I cut my own hair and since my mom cant go to the hairdresser rn because of this whole situation i suggested cutting her hair. She was scared at first but then she accepted and she was so happy with the result and seeing her happy made me smile a lot

3. Ive been doing uni stuff, working out and having some quality me time heheh

4. I would love to learn how to cook something because I really suck at cooking so yeah lets see if i can do something that's not a salad

5. The only decent selfie ive taken during quarantine is this video ooops anyway dis me being stupid as usual

#this is my first time posting my face i think omg rip #i dont usually wear glasses but i was reading #whocaresanyway #thank you ! this was fun #tags

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bird-was-here · 5 years ago

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Langston Oscar Lamar, Jr. - Family Tree

Edith Lamar; Paternal Grandmother, Retired, Former Hairdresser, 82

Oz’s grandmother lived too far away for her to ever visit and his parents did a poor job (only partly due to their busy schedules) to plan visits to Baltimore where she and the family on Oz’s father’s side resides. A victim of dementia, the last time Oz spoke coherently to her was at his father’s funeral. He is her only grandchid.

The Honorable Judge Langston Oscar Lamar, Sr.; Father (deceased), Former Presiding Judge of Ashmont County Superior Court, 60 (54 when killed)

Oz and his father did not get along. From a young age Oz learned to hate him. The feeling was most probably mutual. We’ll leave that there for now.

Marilyn Barbara Lamar (neé Porter), M.D., F.A.C.S.; Mother, Brain Surgeon, Cheif of Neuro/Surgery at Ashmont General Hospital, 55

Marilyn and Oz have a strained relationship though not nearly as awful as Oz’s relationship with his father. Oz doesn’t think Marilyn was cut out for being a mother but doesn’t place as much blame on her as his father for his... at times very unpleasant childhood. He admires her work ethic.

Nevaeh Rylee Porter (@nevaehporter) ; Maternal Cousin, Botany and Studio Art Double Major, 22

Albeit growing up in close enough proximity, due to Oz and Nevaeh’s mothers not getting along he never had the chance to know Nevaeh until very recently. He could consider himself angry at his mother for a lot of things, but keeping him from Nevaeh is something he has a hard time forgiving her for. He feels robbed of their childhood together, where wouldn’t have had to deal with adult problems. But they were together now. And Oz wants nothing more than to lift Nevaeh up. He adores her and will hurt anyone who hurts her.

Langston Oscar Lamar, Jr.; Medical Student (First Clinical Year), Aspiring Neurosurgeon, 23

Oz is slowling realizing that he probably would have benefitted from seeing a therapist as a teenager but has learned to be great at burying and/or ignoring and/or desensitizing himself towards most of his emotions and feelings. Anyway, he’s far too busy at excelling to focus on his own mental health and self image.

Zola Naomi Carter (@ofzola); Maternal Cousin, International Relations Major, Cultural Relations Minor, 21

Zola is one of the lights of Oz’s life, who, once again, he feels guilty for only just getting to know her now. She is in many way’s his opposite and better half. Like the younger sister he was never allowed to have. He’s still learning to open up to her, but maybe one day he will. And maybe one day she can feel like she can open up to him. He... wants that connection (which is saying something) though he doesn’t understand why or the logistics of how yet. As with Nevaeh, Oz would never forgive himself if any harm comes her way. It’s equality.

Delilah Marie Jordan (@atdelilah); Step-sister, Pre-Law Major, Creative Writing Minor, 21

Delilah is the angry teen sister Oz never really asked for but got anyway and he loves her. They had a lukewarm start. And Delilah probably still couldn’t care less about Oz from time to time but he enjoys her company. He finds her explosiveness endearing. She is the only person who he allows to break his “got a problem with Daisey, got a problem with me” rule. She gave him a black eye once when he had to get in between a fight between her and then girlfriend Daisey. He has since forgiven Delilah for it.

Noah Jordan; Step-father, Ministry, Businessman (Owner of one of the biggest Catholic megachurches in Connecticut), 55

He’s not Oz’s real dad and he never will be!!! But they tolerate eachother. He and Oz’s mother are in love and that’s... fine. Kind of weird but fine. They don’t really know what to do with each other and most of their conversations are uncomfrotable. As far as an older male presence goes, Oz doesn’t mind him. Sometimes they’ll talk about baseball.

Abigail Jordan; Step-sister, Business development manager, Youth Minister, 24

Oz really doesn’t interact with Abigail that much other than at Sunday dinners when his mother insists all of the children come to have a meal together. They just can’t relate on many things. If anything, Oz finds her prayers over the food more than a touch too long, but has no issues with her. He’s happy she makes Delilah happy, making love for his younger step-sister their common denominator.

#veritastalk #lil' oz things

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zeciex · 6 years ago

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Obsidian & Angelite Ch. 16 part I

Oya has spend centuries bound to one single plot of land when one day a stranger with a voice of velvet and presence that can only be described as dark and outmost interesting. He comes with an offer she can’t refuse and suddenly her entire world changes, both for better and worse.

But what does Langdon need of her? And how can she use him to get what she want? Maybe they’re bound by something bigger than fate.

Warning: Dark themes,

A/N: Since tumblr kills everything with links, I’ll reblog this post with the links to previous chapters and archive link

Apocalypse Now Part I

The first week of the apocalypse she had spend in a concrete bunker with some of Michaels ‘associates’ that was really just a nice word for servants or followers. Michael himself had kissed her goodbye for the next three months and sent her away to that cold little grey prison. If he had been there she might have slapped him for not warning her.

And then she was taken away, wrapped in a strange plastic suit that should stand as a protection against the radioactive outside. They drow for what felt like hours and without the sun upon the ever grey sky it was hard to tell how much time really did pass. Everything was burned to a crisp. Ash and bones and remnants of what was before standing as a solome graveyard. In some areas, there was nothing, just dust, while in others the skillet of buildings tumbling down served as society headstones in a world that tried to forget what was before.

They came to an area where burned bushes and trees begged for the sun to shine through the massive layer of dust that encapsulated the world. By the time the sun was to show its face once more, the plants would be long dead and gone. It saddened her, to see nature well past its breaking point.

They drow through black gates and guided her off the car before leaving her in the middle of nowhere alone. And for a few moments, she was alone, completely, with the destruction weighing in on her.

From within a strange sculpture of sort appeared two black dressed figures with masks that resembled plague doctors. At first, they sized her up with unreadable faces hidden by the mask, the next they mentioned for her to follow. They took an elevator down into the ground.

After she had been disinfected and cleared she was allowed to take off the suffocating space suit she had come to find both all too hot and cold at the same time. She was lead out into the hallway and found the tiles were all the same, lighted up by candles that cast a warm glow along with deep shadows. It was strange to be underground, a place where the dead had been buried for millenniums, now a place protection.

“I am Wilhelmina Venable and welcome to Outpost 3.” Her voice travelled along the stones, cold and distant. Venable looked gothic, to say the least, controlled in every aspect of her, with dark lips and even darker eyes. So this was the woman Michael had chosen to run the outpost. Oya couldn’t exactly say she agreed with his decision but of course, like with everything else Michael had a plan and if that plan had her playing someone smaller than who she really was, then so be it.

As she followed the gothic woman through the bunker she began talking. Telling Oya of the sorting of Purples, the elite as she called them, and the Greys. Then about the rules, the strict no sex policy that’d end with a bullet between your eyes were you not to follow it and the schedule. The apocalypse had given Venable the chance to remake this tiny little world inside the safety of these walls in her image.

Oya could already tell that it was going to be a long 3 months.

After changing her comfortable clothing into a tight corset and purple victorian dress, she joined the rest of the inhabitants in Outpost 3 in the library. The woman with dark short hair and round figure she had come to know as Mrs. Mead introduced her to everyone else with a cold disinterested voice Venable would have been proud of.

“This is our newest arrival, Oya Jeon.”

“Did you pay your way to get in here too?” A blond ask with a stringy and obnoxious voice. Before Oya could answer Mrs. Mead did it for her. “Not everyone paid their way into the new world.”

“Then what, huh?” All attention was now on Oya, immediately labelled as someone not like them.

“She has a PhD in botany. Someone has to be able to grow the new world,” Mrs. Mead bit back and left her to the wolves. Oya looked over them, one by one. They were a pathetic gathering in her opinion. Why Michael decided to give her a degree in botany of all the things she could have been given were beyond her. He could have made her a doctor or engineer, something more impressive than plants.

“I would have thought they’d have Mexicans with their skills in gardening and not some china-doll,” the oldest woman spoke before throwing back her drink. The causality of her racism seemed to make everyone in the room roll their eyes and even made the obvious gay man with short blond hair visibly uncomfortable.

“I’m Korean and if you want anything to eat whenever the radiation is gone you’ll need a person with knowledge of plants and a greenthumb,” Oya spoke not stumbling the slightest under the narrow glare the old bitch send her. The blond man laughed uncomfortably and approached Oya, reaching out to touch her hair. She couldn’t help but frown and lean back as he took a strand of her hair between her fingers, looking over it with interest.

“My god, you do have beautiful hair! I would love to set it some time,” he spoke, walking behind her to lift up the rest as if he was already starting to piece together what to do with it. A blond woman abruptly stood up, fist in balls at her sides, while her pink lips were cast downwards. She glared intensely at the two of them.

“You’re my hairdresser! Without me and my ticket you’d be dead by now!” She exclaimed childishly. “Her hair is not even that great.”

And so life in the bunker began, wrapped in torturous corsets, outdated dresses and lace while being fed the most boring meal of all time in the form of a tiny little cube. Michael was going to pay for this.

The old hag Evie proved to be the most annoying of all. She was a relic of a time long past even before the apocalypse, cast in old time glamour and venomous intent. Then there was her grandson, Mr. Gallant, whom Oya found one of the better of the survivors. Dinah Steven she found to be one of the quiet ones, yes she took part in the conversation but whatever she truly thought never came through. There was something about her, a shadow that lingered, one none of the others had. Oya couldn’t help but think that she was a woman that’d do anything to survive, to get ahead in life. Quite opposite to his mother, Andre Stevens and his boyfriend, were weak and dramatic, neither of them carried the shadow, the promise of teeth and claws.

And then there was Coco. Never before had Oya met anyone as shallow and superficial as her, which was the reason she sometimes bit her tongue to get along with the woman. No one could possibly be as fake in personality as her, which only made Oya feel a sense of… forgery. And in turn, there was Mallory, the quiet little mouse that followed Coco around and did everything she was told. The grey was so tiny, both physically and in personality, easily overshadowed by Coco’s sense of self. Because of that and her status as a grey, the group that was overlooked and lingered in the shadows, Oya used her as an opportunity to keep her ear to the floor so to speak. If anything were to happen in the outpost a grey would know about it. Mallory was a sweet girl who wanted nothing but acceptance and kindness in return. So Oya gave her that.

The person Michael had told would protect her, was still in the unknown and the treats were many. There were days where it felt like the whole place could collapse into insanity, the human psyche was not meant to be trapped like this day in and day out, with no stimulus and no new impressions. Once she saw Stu cry over the song that played over and over again.

And then there was Mrs. Venable. The cold shadow, the now familiar click of her cane sending shivers down one's back and striking fear into hearts. There was no other word to describe her than cold. And along with her were Mrs. Mead, the loyal guard dog.

If Oya hadn't promised Michael not to kill any of them, they’d all be dead. Even the newest arrivals, Timothy and Emily, bleak as they were. That day two greys had been executed for their indiscretions. The two newcomers were teenagers said to have the perfect DNA and as soon as Oya heard that she wanted to throw a book at Michaels' head. Perfect DNA? Ridiculous. They were normal hormonal teens bound to fall in love when trapped with the most horrid people left on earth.

Of course, marking their arrival the tension had grown within the outpost and during dinner it simmered over with Coco standing up and demanding answers, demanding better treatment for the 100 of millions that had gotten her in here. Like clockwork, Mrs. Venable rained down on it, hard. Stu was the price for disturbance, the price for the growing tension. Killed with the excuse of radiation and by doing so Venable maintained power.

Oya had a hunch it would happen but she never imagined being feed Stu on a silver platter, literally. Even if Mrs. Venable denied that it was an act of cannibalism, the suspicion of it was enough to fast that day and enough to keep the people on their knees, just as she wanted them.

When the three months had passed Oya began to feel a sense of dread and hopelessness set in. She tried to fill her day with books, finding solace in written words rather than unintelligible conversation. By that time she knew more about the others that she cared for.

When 6 months had passed anger began to set in, along with the annoying need for skinship, the ache that wouldn’t go away no matter how many times she masturbated. Her body, mind and soul had grown accustomed to Michaels and when faced with lasting separation, it seemed too long for his company. So instead of focusing on longing, she focused on anger.

Where the fuck was he? Who the fuck was he to abandon her here with these people?... Was he hurt? Was he dead?

And if he wasn’t fucking dead he was sure to be when she got her hands on him. She’d ring him like a fucking dinner bell, wrap her hands around his throat and squeeze until his eyes popped out. Or maybe stab him, over and over and over. Poison him. Kill him with a dull spoon. When there were all the time in the world you’d think a whole lot of things.

18 months. From what she counted it was 18 months after the end of the world. That was 15 months more than what was expected. After a year she had begun to falter, to think that something had happened and she could do nothing about it. With her powers locked away and Michael in the possession of what could release them she was unable to tap into the energy. Within the prison of her body were her magic, her body within the prison of the outpost and Mrs. Venable, and all of that within the prison of radiation. To be kept from her full potential and to look eternity in the face with these people was painful to say the least.

If he came he better carry a fucking crown for her.

The day had been the same as every other day, but this time there were entertainment at dinner. Mr. Gallant boiling over with anger and hopelessness, throwing a tantrum as soon as they were told of the decision to cut back another meal. Everyone was starving and desperate.

Hiding behind a glass of water, Oya allowed herself a tiny smile at the entertainment. If she were honest she’d pay to see Gallant shove a fork into Dinah for her endless positivity blabber. She’d pay even more if he were to do it to his grandmother. Gallant was in an uprise, ready to rebel against the dictators and create a revolution, all he really needed was the rest of them on his side. It could happen. It was a possibility.

But this revolution they had seen happen all too many times. And the fires were to be extinguished or else it might just actually change things.

“What is the point of all of this? Starving? Killing each other? Getting shot?!” Coco exclaimed over the others. Her nose flared, breath quickened in anger. “-All we’re doing is waiting around finding out how we die.”

“I say we take out chances outside,” Mallory commented with strange confidence, breaking the trusted mouse position she was always in. It happened every once in a while, that something broke through the insecure mask of hers. While Coco was extravagant and dramatic, it felt as though Mallory was created to be overshadowed by her. While Coco was hostile, Mallory was docile. But sometimes she wasn't.

“She’s right!” Gallant agreed loudly, his voice rising into a yell. Oya put down her cup of water and nibbled at the half a square jelly on her plate. The sight of it managed to make her sad. Maybe a revolution was really what was best for them. No one was coming after all and Mrs. Venable grasped the reigns of power all too tightly.

“We have to get out of here,” He continued.

“Nobody is going anywhere,” Mrs. Mead spoke in a cold and controlled tone. This seemed to be Gallants last straw, the passiveness becoming too much. He threw his plate to the floor in anger, shattering it into pieces that scattered across the tiles.

“What are you gonna do?! Shoot me?!” He yelled loudly and restlessly, squaring up for a fight. If anything, the mountain of a woman, the one called ‘Fist’ as if it were any better, began to prepare herself for a fight, waiting for the order to rain down on the smaller man. “Huh! What are you gonna do? Shoot us all? Huh? What’re you gonna do!”

In a flash the room was cast in red light, swallowing up all colours and shadows. It wasn’t long after the alarm began, the deafening noise travelling through the halls, cast over the stones in a never-ending loop. Oya’s eyes went to Mrs. Venable who hadn’t yet masked her surprise, nor the glimpse of panic.

What this it? Did this mean that the outside had finally broken in. Everyone was aware of the death that lurked outside and wishing to enter. Had death finally arrived?

A silent confused panic spread through the room, laced with worry and fear. Oya couldn't help for join in, feeling her heart pick up speed and adrenaline spiking through her veins. She was after all human, just like the rest of them. She had asked Michael what would happen if she die, where she’d go, maybe now she’ll find out. If I die now, Michael, I swear to everything I will make your existence worse than what hell offers. She thought.

“Perimeter alert, there’s been a breach,” Fist spoke over the alarm. Mrs. Mead quickly followed Fist while the other survivors were sent to our rooms for the time being. Oya followed Timothy and Emily up, her room further down the hall to theirs. Everyone knew and if they didn’t know they suspected that they were together. Love at the end of the world.

“What do you think it is? A carrier pigeon?” Emily asked with the sprinkle of hope in her voice.

“Or death has come knocking,” Oya spoke behind her, receiving a worried glance and a sour glare from her boyfriend.

“It’s properly nothing,” Timothy said with faux hope, trying to appease his counterpart. His arm wrapped around her waist as they went up the stairs and pulled her aside as soon as they reached her door. Oya looked away when they kissed, giving them the minimal opportunity of intimacy and privacy, both which seemed long gone.

“Oya could you help me get out of this dress?” The two entered the room, one that was familiar and standard. Instead of a zipper that was usually used on the dresses, there were buttons, small fabric buttons. Oya’s fingers were nimble and quick, they wrapped around them and forced them through the hoop with ease.

“Do you really think it’s death?”

Oya looked up after having pulled the dress down the smaller girls form, letting it pool on the floor for her to step out of. If she spoke the truth or told a lie it wouldn't make a difference. In the past she might have gone with the truth, that death was out there and breathing down their necks, but after spending a year with them she had grown fond of some of them, fond in a way that they stood between her and insanity, between her and utter boredom. She was fond of them the same way she was fond of her bed, she could live without it, it wouldn’t make a huge difference, but it was nice to have. Emily, Timothy, Mallory, Dinah and Gallant were all nice to have, and sometimes Coco.

For a while, she had wondered if the knowledge of their possible deaths and Michael’s return to her, affected the way she thought of them. If the possibility of getting out of here without them stood as a roadblock to develop affections towards them further than acquaintances. Or if it was just her preferring the company of a few with actual intelligence were just how she was.

She did always prefer plants over people.

“No,” She spoke, watching Emily pick up her dress and place it on the bed while she rolled her neck. The corset looked too old on her, like a child playing dress up of a time that should have been forgotten. Oya fucking hate the Victorian gothic theme Mrs. Venable had decided on and from what she knew Emily agreed. “I don’t think it’s death. Mrs. Mead and Fist are here to protect us, they have weapons. Beside, remember last time? It was The Cooperative with its messenger pigeon and before that, it was you and Timothy.”

“You don’t think it’s people, do you?”

She felt herself falter, brows furrowing at the question and the strange pang that tugged in her chest. “No, I don’t think it’s people either.”

Oya left but only reached the end of the hall before a scream tore through the air, repelling against the stone and carrying through the outpost. Before she knew of it, Oya was running back towards Emily’s room intent to know what had caused the disturbance and more so because curiosity was one of her biggest adversaries. Not much happened in the outpost so when anything did happen she wanted front row seats.

Timothy had reached Emily before her, holding her against his firm chest, with arms wrapped around her protectively while they stumbled back onto the bed, feet up. Twisting and turning on the floor were snakes, most of them dark but a few white.They slithered across the floor in a clove. Unafraid, she walked into the room and bend down to grasp the snake that slithered along her skirt. Her grip was firm and unrelenting, no matter how much it hissed and how hard it twisted around her wrist, she would not let go.

Fist burst into the room only to take a few steps back as she discovered the snakes, followed by Mrs. Mead and her bellowing voice. “What the hell is going on in-,” her question was answered by hisses. Her eyes landed on Oya with a snake in her grip, confusion eating at her features.

“I thought everything outside was dead,” Fist said eyes raking over the snakes only for them to land on Mrs. Mead.

“God knows how deep they went after the blast,” Mrs. Mead answered taking the axe from Fist. “Maybe they came through the sewage or ventilation system.”

“If anything were to survive the blast and radiation it would have been cockroaches, not snakes,” Oya mumbled, looking at the black snake hissing at her. Its scales reflected the candlelight.

“H-how did you do that?” Emily stuttered and let out a squeal when Fist picked up a thin grey snake that came all too close for her liking. Mrs. Mead looked up at Oya interested in her answer, as she should be. It’s not every day a botanist picks up a snake as if it were nothing.

“I had a pet snake once,” Oya shrugged, sticking closer to the truth to make the lie more believable. Just like Michael had done her botany. “And every once in awhile you come across snakes when working in nature. Be careful, they’re poisonous.”

The head of the axe cut through the snake, partening its head from its body. This were to be the fate of most of them, hacked to pieces, while a few lucky ones were thrown in a pillowcase and taken somewhere else. It wasn’t until there were no snake alive or in the pillowcase before the greys were sent in to clean up.

“Pet snake?” Mrs. Mead spoke with skepticism.

“Yes.” With that Mrs. Mead and Fist walked away. Oya was left starring after them. Indeed if there were anything to survive it was cockroaches not snakes. This was equally concerning as it was interesting. Snakes had always been a symbol of cycles and rebirth as well as balance and danger, but most of all they were her symbol. Whatever they were doing there it meant something, something she was soon to find out.

They gathered around the dinner table as usual but this time snake was on the menu and even though Oya cared for snakes she wasn’t going to turn down a proper meal for the first time in ages. There were a restlessness lurking over them, hanging in the air. Of course Venable remained tightliped about what happened earlier but ensured their safety.

“I have a rule against eating things with no legs or too many legs,” Coco complained loudly sitting light a pouting child. Andre was quick to rebuke but by that time Oya had already tuned out. It was dull, the conversation, the constant nagging and going in circles. Honestly now that there were snakes here she might just up and poison all of them. She might hear what they say but it was only on the surface, instead she was going over possible ways for the snakes to have gotten in or even survived.

“So who’s in your office?” Emily asked. The air was sucked out of the room, eggshells laid out on the floor waiting to be crushed under someone's heel, this time Emily's. It caught everyone's attention including Oya’s. So it was a person.

Mrs. Venable narrowed her eyes, stare cold as ice and threatening. “I beg your pardon?”

“The alarms went off before and someone came inside,” Emily continued. How she obtained that information eluded Oya but it seemed like she wasn’t the only one hiding in the shadows and obtaining information. Venable glared through the room with her mask of superiority, grasping at the reigns of control and order. A match could light the room ablaze, the fire of change hidden behind an unlit match, one each of them were holding. But with the match came the chance of a bullet hole.

“Who else is here?” Timothy asked with a voice filled with persistence. The boy had balls, now we just had to wait and see if he got to keep them.

“All questions will be answered in due course,” Venable slickly averted, her cane tapping against the floor as it always did, sending a wave of chills down each of their spines. Tap! “Eat.”

Collectively they all removed the lit from the plates, the expected sight of snake soup turned into a literal living nightmare. The snakes that had once been bits and pieces were somehow now slithering over the dinner table followed by a corus of skittering chairs and squeals, not all coming from the women. The snake that coiled in her soup hissed and made attempt to skitter across the table but Oya caught it by the head as she had done earlier before rising from the table and stepping back. The snake wrapped around her wrist. Dead snakes don't just come back to life.

He was here, he had to be here.

Gathered in the library, everyone waited in quiet anticipation so thick you could cut it straight out of the air. Oya was placed between the loud and annoyed Coco and the failed revolutionist Gallant. Even the greys that were usually shuffling around in the shadows now stood gathered along the walls of the room, waiting for what came next. Overlooking all of this were Venable herself, of course, eyes ice and stone set in the mask of superiority.

Her fingers tickled with adrenalin, heart pumping profusely as the seconds drawed out feeling like ages. She knew, even before he ever stepped in the room, that he was there, the one she wanted to strangle for making her wait at the same time wanting to just bury her face in his chest and draw in the familiar scent of allspice. Most of all she looked forward to watching how the others would react to his presence.

The echoes of footsteps rang out, creeping along the floor of the hall and ending in the middle of the room. When his presence caught up with the sounds of his steps her heart stopped within her chest. Her mask of stone and mild indifference hiding her thoughts from the world around them.

All eyes followed him while his eyes remained on Mrs. Venable whose expression remained closed of and cold until he was standing right beside her. It was strange to see her falter, to see her mask crumble under his unwavering gaze.

Michael’s aura was predatory, dominant. It demanded respect and attention. His hair was longer, much longer, and more golden that she remembered. It was as if during the time from where he send her away he had fallen into who he was, he seemed more comfortable.

“My name is Langdon and I represent the Cooperative,” he spoke calmly with the same drawl she had missed. Hearing his voice made it all reality, she had imagined this for so fucking long and now when it happened it ignited the anger that burned within her for so long. Still she remained perfectly in place, not storming up to push in into the fire or break the glass vase on the table to cut him up with, no for he had given her a task, a role to play and she damn well were going to play it to the fullest.

“I won’t sugarcoat the situation,” he continued, passing his eyes slowly over each person. Andre looked positively starving and Michael would be the one snack in the room. It didn’t go unnoticed that every single person seemed drawn by him, some more than others. His beauty was after all one of the greatest weapons. “Humanity is on the brink of failure. My arrival here was crucial to the survival of civilised life on earth.”

The air seemed to still, become colder at his words despite the fire burning behind him. It cast an orange aura around him lighting him up in either hellfire or a halo depending on one's point of view.

“The three other compounds in Syracuse, New York, Beckley, West Virginia and San Angelo, Texas, has been overrun and destroyed.” Oya glanced at Venable who looked troubled at the information and of course she would. It have her a bitter sadisfaction to see the glimpse of panic on her face. Shivers went through the room. “We’ve had no contact from the 6 international outposts but we are assuming that they too have been eliminated.”

“What happened to the people inside?” Timothy asked suspiciously.

Michael rolled his head towards him, drawing out the tension before answering. “Massacred.”

For a moment it was as if every single person within the room had been douched in ice water, frozen at Michael’s disturbing words and the realization that it could every well be them next. Oya couldn’t blame them, his words even made her feel the shiver.

“The same fate that would befall all most all of you.”

“Almost all?” Mallory asked with raspy voice and faltered under the gaze of the others. Once more she proved herself to me more than what she presented.

“In the knowledge that this very moment might occur we build a failsafe, The Sanctuary,” Michael answered calmly.

“The Sanctuary?” Coco said not masking her skepticism.

“The Sanctuary is unique,” Michael elaborated. “It has certain security measures that will prevent overrun.”

“Excuse me, Sir, but why weren't we given them?” Mrs. Mead asked worry painting her features while Venable looked positively furious. As well as the mask of superiority fit Venable every once in a while her eyes gave her away.

“That’s classified,” Michael shut her question down with the wave of his hand that elegantly raised through the air. Movements were like a cat or a trained ballerina, it was elegant and polished. “All that matters is that The Sanctuary will survive so that the people populating it will survive so humanity will survive.” He made it seem so normal and that was possibly what disturbed the others so much, how he seemed almost indifferent to annihilation.

“Who are the people who are populating it?” Now it was Andre’s turn to ask a question, his eyes no longer eating Michael up now that the realisation of the severity of the situation had come.

“Also classified,” Michael answered with annoyance. “However, I’ve been sent to determine if any of you are worthy and fit to join us.”

Hope bloomed like a flower and spread like wildfire. It rippled through the room transformed into small whispers. Like birds they chippered and Oya participated in the role she had created for herself.

“The Cooperative has developed a particular and rigorous questioning teknike we like to call -cooroperating. I will then use the information gained to determine if you belong.” His eyes traveled through the room drinking in every expression. Every one of them but hers. Not once had he looked at her and it only made the fire within her chest burn more wild. It was irrational of her, she knew his plan, she knew her part, but after being deprived for so long irrationality became rational.

“What is this, the hunger games?” Coco began, her voice sounding like nails on a blackboard. Oya breathed out and leaned back, knowing exactly what was going to happen. Coco was shallow, superficial and downright childish. Somehow her ego was bigger than her dead father's bankbook. “This is bullshit!”

Michael lifted his eyebrows and glared at her with utter indifference while she continued her tantrum. “I paid my way in here and that is the only cooperating I plan on doing.”

“You don’t have to sit for questioning,” Michael simply answered with a nonchalant like none other. He couldn’t care less, she could drop dead right in front of him and he’d simply walk over her body on the way out.

“What happens if we don’t?” Andre braved to question.

“Then you stay here and die.” Nonchalance turned to annoyance once more. It was made obvious that if they wanted to survive they didn’t have a choice. He could walk out of here with all of them or none of them and from what he must think by now, the former were the prefered choice.

With minimal hesitation Gallant almost exclaimed, “I volunteer to go first.” And efficiently beat everyone to the punch. The bleached blond looked wide eyed at Michael.

“And so you shall.” The air in the room had become tense again, if it had ever chanced. The usual tension had been swallowed up by impending doom sprinkled with bits of hope. Oya dried her sweaty palms on the purple fabric and swallowed, annoyed with every single person in the room, most of them for falling into what Coco had once taught her ‘a thirst trap’, what she herself would have called desire for someone who stood as a gatekeeper between life and death. She was annoyed at their simplicity, human stupidity, but most of all for feeling it herself. “Process should only take me a couple of days, so…-you won't be kept in suspense forever.”

It happened then, their eyes met and she felt electricity shoot through her. It was but a moment, a leaf in the wind, but it made her feel all the more solid and less invisible. It was a simple acknowledgement that she was here and not a specter trapped in hell with these people. These people, she was part of them for now she realised and that was the reason why he had glanced her, just like he had done everyone else.

She got one look and no more.

Bastard.

“For those of you who don’t make the cut,” Michael spoke with ease, shaking his head slightly. “All is not lost.” Slowly he pulled a vile from within his sleeve. “If it were to happen that feral cannibals were to come knocking…” Now the vile filled with tiny little white capsules were on full display. She recognizes them as one of her own product, made to kill without pain, they were always good to have, pop it into someones wine or food and they’d drop dead. Did he ransack her medicine box?

A hint of a smirk formed on his face, smug in the face of death. “Down one of these. One minute later you fall asleep and never wake up.” Now that the severity of the situation had fully formed in their minds, the hint became but a memory when the smirk fully bloomed on his lips, eyes gleaming with power and mischief. He knew he had them right in his palm. “I look forward to meeting each and every one of you.”

With that Michael left the room, leaving them all to down in their own thoughts. Venable looked troubled, unhappy that someone had come into her territory and was now fighting to keep what power she had. She tapped her cane on the floor harshly, the anger apparent, simmering beneath calm exterior.

In silence the world began to spin again. The grey’s were sent away to whatever work they had while the purples remained. Oya rose from her seat feeling smothered by Gallant and Coco. She found her way to the other side of the room, wanting to look over the books once more as if it would magically make a new one appear.

“Pet snake?” Venable spoke with a hard tone. Oya blinked at her confused for a moment.

“Yes.” Venable didn’t spare her a glance and instead walked away, her posse of trusted guarddogs following.

“Well, smooth move asking to go first,” Coco was the first one to break the silence, turning her anger and discomfort towards Gallant who looked almost innocent. Oya picked out a book with black leather and golden trimms, skimming through the old pages. This one was written in latin.

“It’s an old actors attage, either go first or go last,” Evie commented, her voice somehow more cutting that Coco’s.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Coco bit at the much older lady and thereby stepping into the battlegrounds. Oya rolled her eyes, hidden by shadows and leather, and she knew she wasn’t the only one.

“Are you suggesting that he’s going to pass me up?” Evie broke out offended. Oya had been wrong earlier, the biggest ego within these wretched walls was Evie. Apparently there were nothing she hadn’t done, no one famous she didn’t know and everyone was subjected to listening to her endless stories of hollywood grandeur. She was a Diva with a major D and she let everyone know it. Which was what had made it hard for Oya not to concoct something to slip into her many drinks or even that ugly lipstick the hag maganged to abuse. Sometimes she had even planned how to make her death look like divine intervention or fucking suicide.

“You’re ancient!” Coco barked back, body hopping a little on the plush pillows. If Evie was ancient what was she? “He’s looking for people to repopulate the earth not fill a bingohall.”

“You know, for someone with a mental capacity of a 3 year old I suppose 52 might seem ancient.” At this Oya couldn’t help but snort, trying to keep her laugh hidden. From the look of it they all heard, most of them agreeing with her sentiment. 52? 52?!

“You were 52 when Elvis took his last shit,” Coco snickered. Apparently this became too much for Gallant as he breathed out, “That’s enough.”

“No no, dear, let her spout. I remember…” Evie began her tale and Oya immediately shot her out. Coco and Oya made eye contact and there were a brief moment of understanding, acknowledgement of the others pain where both of them rolled their eyes at the hag continuing her story.

She put the book back and left the room, wanting to remove herself from the hassle of other humans. The halls were quiet, lit dimly by the candles that cast an orange glow on everything while managing to make every shadow darker and more sinister. She rolled her neck, trying to work out the tension that had build up there, while trying to calm the fire that burned within her. If she had run into Michael right then and there, she’d have dragged him by the hair to the staircase and pushed him over. Or that was what she would like to think happen, reality would most likely be much different.

It was strange being angry to the very bone, the fire burning through her chest and into her bloodstream, but also relieved. He as here, it was finally happening, but he was here and it was finally happening. The feelings were two very distinct ones, a mix of happiness and hatred, relief and disdain. The thought of being in a room with him brought a thrill tearing through her soul, but it also made it clear how abandoned she really felt.

Anything could happen during their impending interview. Only time would tell which feeling would win the battle.

#michael langdon #michael langdon fic #michael langdon imagine #obsidian & angelite

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“You’re no mystery to me. I know exactly who you are.” Women of Star Trek Blog Entry #12 “Space Seed” Marla McGivers

*rubs hands excitedly together* Oh boy, we’ve arrived. I’ve been thinking about writing this entry for a while now. This is gonna be a rough one, so buckle up people. This is will be another long post. As you’ve probably figured out by now, I’ll be discussing the main female character in this episode, Marla McGivers.

(content warnings: this entry will discuss abusive relationships both mental and physical in nature. Please proceed with caution.)

Before I crack this episode wide open, I want to relate it to my own life. When I was 15 I was involved in a very unhealthy relationship with an upperclassman at my school. While never becoming abusive, my “boyfriend” regarded me as a possession, and his aggressive tendencies towards others made me constantly afraid of him. I never said “no” to him, in fear of retaliation. This all ended many years ago, but I honestly haven’t been the same since.

I went to therapy during the relationship and afterwards, and during one of my sessions I showed my therapist this episode.* She immediately understood why I was so drawn to this story. “Khan is [your boyfriend’s name]” she said, “and you’re Marla. I hadn’t realized that before, but she was right. For 10 very painful months, I was Marla.

Marla McGivers may be one of the most tragic characters of the Original Series. Even after it appears she redeems herself at the end of the episode, we learn in “Wrath of Khan” she pays for her mistake with her life years later.

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves, here. Let’s rewind to the beginning.

Marla McGivers was a lieutenant on the Enterprise when it came across the Bontany Bay and it’s fateful cargo. She was the ship’s historian, apparently specializing in Earth’s history. We first see her in her quarters, working on a painting of a gladiator. (We don’t often see crewmembers engaged in hobbies, so it’s nice that we get this extra detail about her.) She’s quiet spoken, almost timid. It’s suggested that she doesn’t get much work on the ship, and that not many crewmen know her. When Kirk is talking with Spock and McCoy on the bridge, he says:

KIRK: I'll need somebody familiar with the late 20th-Century Earth. Here's a chance for that historian to do something for a change. What's her name? McIvers?

So her lack of routine tasks and her timid nature probably makes her a rather forgettable and isolated figure on the Enterprise. (Spock remembers her name, of course, but he’s Spock - he probably has the whole ship’s roster memorized.) But now, she has an opportunity to apply her knowledge on a mission. Marla, Kirk, Scott and McCoy beam over to the Botany Bay. They find it’s full of humans in suspended animation, as Marla explains to the group:

MARLA: I've seen old photographs of this. Necessary because of the time involved in space travel until about the year 2018. It took years just to travel from one planet to another.

Excuse me, Marla, but it’s November of 2018 and we still don’t have sleeper ships! Where are my goddamn sleeper ships Marla??

*clears throat* Sorry about that. Where was I? Oh, yes. So it finally seems that Marla can apply her knowledge on a mission...aaand then the shit hits the fan. One of the men in suspended animation is hot. And Marla gets, uh, distracted.

KIRK: Could he be the leader? The leader. Lieutenant?

MARLA: (dragging herself back from just gazing at the man) Yes, sir. The leader was often set to revive first.

They get the man out of cyro and bring him on the Enterprise to recuperate. Kirk is not exactly happy with Marla, and they have this conversation:

KIRK: If I were to rate your performance as a member of the landing party today I - MARLA: I know, sir. I'm sorry. KIRK: Lieutenant, at any one time, the safety of this entire vessel might depend upon the performance of a single crewman, and the fact that you find a man strangely compelling to you personally - MARLA: Not personally, Captain. Professionally. My profession is historian, and when I find a specimen from the past alive, I'm in the sheer delight of examining his mind. KIRK: And men were more adventuresome then. Bolder, more colorful. MARLA: Yes, sir, I think they were. KIRK: Good. If I can have honesty, it's easier to overlook mistakes. That's all.

It freaks me out that this conversation has not only foreshadowing but double and triple foreshadowing. It not only refers to Marla’s betrayal of the Enterprise, and then saving the Enterprise by betraying Khan, it also can be tied to Spock’s sacrifice in Wrath of Khan. Is your mind blown yet?

Apart from the foreshadowing, it’s an awkward conversation. Marla literally got distracted on her first mission, apparently because the guy they were rescuing was too hot. She tries to wave it off as professional fascination, but Kirk knows it’s not just that, and to her credit, she owns up to it.

Marla reappears a few scenes later to meet the man they rescued from cryo, some dude who calls himself, “Khan.” She begins to introduce herself but he cuts her off. He already knows who she is. He asks her to “sit and entertain” him, as though she’s only there to amuse him. Determined, Marla sits and begins to question him:

MARLA: I'd like some historical information about your ship, its purpose and

KHAN: And why do you wear your hair in such an uncomplimentary fashion?

MARLA: It's comfortable.

KHAN: But it's not attractive.

Khan stands, moves Marla to a nearby mirror and just starts pulling the pins out of her hair. “There. Soft. Natural. Simple,” he says, admiring his work as though he were a hairdresser. (If only he were that and not a dictator). Finally, Marla speaks up for herself:

MARLA: Mister Khan, I'm here on business.

KHAN: You find no pleasure here?

MARLA: My interest is scientific. Men of. That is, the world of the past. I'm sure you understand to actually talk to a man of your century -

KHAN: There. Simple, soft. Please remember.

Marla’s subject is not being cooperative, nor does he seem to understand the concept of personal space. As she turns to leave, he grabs her arm and looks into her eyes:

MARLA: Perhaps some other time, when you feel more like talking about the past.

KHAN: I'm glad you came. Please do it again.

It’s...unsettling to watch this whole exchange. The average viewer might thing she’s starstruck by him, but I see fear in her eyes as well as awe. I think by this time she’s begun to realize just who he is - she can’t confirm it, but her intuition is guiding her. She has admired him and others like him across the safe distance of time, but now, the subject of her fascination is here before her, real and dangerous. This was something she never had to plan for.

Following this encounter, we learn that Marla suggested inviting Khan to a dinner with the ship’s top officers. Perhaps she did this because she hoped that Kirk could get the answers out of Khan that she couldn’t. I don’t think she made the suggestion simply because she fell head-over-heels for him. It cannot be that simple. Before the dinner, Khan comes to Marla’s quarters, saying he wants her to escort him to dinner. He sees her paintings and compliments her on her technique and her choice of subject.

The paintings double as a visual cue to the audience. It shows her hobby and her...interest: “old, brave, men of the past,” to borrow Khan’s description. Figures as Napoleon, Leif Ericson, and a gladiator named Flavius. It’s suggested that these men are not simply a “hobby” as Khan asks, teasing Marla. Khan then sees one of a turbaned man hidden under a cloth. He nods and simply reacts, “I am honored.” He holds Marla firmly in his arms, and adds, “but I caution you: such men dare take what they want.” He then kisses her, and we see Marla responding, pulling him deeper into the embrace.

We also see, as Khan indicates with satisfaction, that Marla rearranged her hair in the “natural” way khan had arranged it in sickbay. This and the kiss lead us to conclude that despite Khan’s dominating behavior toward her, Marla still feels some attraction to the 20th century dictator.

The dinner Marla requested does not go well. Marla sits next to Khan, oddly saying nothing for the whole scene, while Kirk and Spock needle Khan into finally slipping and admitting that he and his fellows on the Botany Bay are in fact the ruthless genetically engineered humans who vanished in the 1990s. Khan is angered enough to leave the dinner early and retire to his quarters, where Marla finds him brooding. Keep and mind that she did not have to talk to him - she seeks him out because she feels the need to apologize for the actions of her superiors.

MARLA: I wanted to apologize. They had no right to treat you that way.

KHAN: Quite understandable, since I'm something of a mystery to them.

MARLA: You're no mystery to me. I know exactly who you are.

KHAN: Do you?

MARLA: Leif Ericson, Richard the Lion Heart, Napoleon.

Marla says this last line with a little “gotcha” smile. Khan’s expression is one of slight surprise (even though he saw his portrait in her quarters earlier.) Then, Khan turns the tables and the fate of the Enterprise will be changed forever. Here is the conversation, with my notes:

MARLA: I don't know if you're going to like living in our time.

KHAN: Then I'll have to remold it to my liking.

He reaches out to grab her suggestively, but she pushes him away.

MARLA: Please don't.

Angered by her sudden rejection, Khan pushes her away.

KHAN: Go. Or stay. But do it because it is what you wish to do. Well?

Marla makes her fatal decision.

MARLA: I'll stay a little longer.

KHAN: How many minutes do you graciously offer?

MARLA: I only meant -

KHAN: This grows tiresome. You must now ask to stay.

MARLA: I'd like to stay. Please.

Khan smiles in satisfaction and offers his hand to her. She takes it, and suddenly he is pushing her on her knees before him. She cannot escape his grasp.

KHAN: Open your heart. Will you open your heart?

MARLA (her voice is small): Yes.

KHAN: I intend to take this ship. Do you agree?

MARLA: Oh, please don't ask me -

KHAN (squeezing harder on her hand) : I need your help.

MARLA: You won't harm anyone?

KHAN (accusingly): Now you question me?

MARLA (fearfully): No!

KHAN: Will you assist me?

MARLA: Oh, please, Khan, don't ask me -

Khan throws her to the floor.

KHAN: Leave me then. Go, I say.

MARLA (whimpering): No. I promise. I'll do anything you ask.

(Khan smiles with cold-blooded satisfaction down on her as we cut to commercial).

In a matter of moments, Marla has gone from confident and standing before her fantasy-made-reality to crying quietly at his feet.

Let me pause the episode narrative for a moment to talk about the overall themes of this episode, since we’ve reached the major turning point. If you’ve seen this episode before, you probably remember the ending in which Khan alludes to Milton’s Paradise Lost, inferring that he is Satan cast into Hell, choosing to rule in Hell rather than serve in Heaven. We can actually expand this literary allusion to the whole episode. Khan of course is Satan, the snake in the garden of Eden, so what does that mean? Say it with me now: Marla is Eve, the Enterprise is Paradise (and Kirk is God, I guess?) Paradise Lost is a retelling of the Fall of Mankind - via the tempting of Eve by Satan - and the promise of Redemption by the sacrifice of Christ. Space Seed, similarly, is the story of Marla’s “corruption” by Khan, resulting in dire consequences for the Enterprise and her crew. And like Milton’s great epic, more than Eve’s repentance will save mankind. A greater sacrifice is required:

Anyway, so Khan and Marla work together to bring over Khan’s people from the Botany Bay, capture the Enterprise bridge and hold the crew hostage. By now, the crew know that Marla is working with Khan. Interestingly, Marla has apparently been given some authority by Khan over his people. We see this when one of Khan’s men begins to hit Lt. Uhura for not cooperating, and Marla loudly orders him to stop.

Marla then stands behind Uhura dominantly. She’s essentially become the “good cop” to Khan’s “bad cop.”

And then we get to yet another turning point. When Khan threatens to suffocate Kirk in a sickbay decompression chamber to get the bridge crew to cooperate, Marla remembers the words of her dying captain:

Lieutenant, at any one time, the safety of this entire vessel might depend upon the performance of a single crewman.

She turns to Khan, and asks quietly but firmly, “Khan, there’s no reason I must watch this, is there?” This is the most assertive we see Marla. Something has suddenly changed. Khan nods, but remarks that he is disappointed, “I had hoped you would be stronger.” Marla leaves, apparently because she does not want to see her former commanding officer die slowly, and she heads down to sickbay, hides a hypo behind her back, and approaches the guard watching over the decompression chamber: “Khan said to watch him very closely. He may decide to co-operate.” The guard obeys, and as soon as he turns, she stabs the hypo into his neck. She frees Kirk from the decompression chamber, and immediately says: “Captain, I saved your life. Now please don't kill him.” Kirk frees Spock and successfully they regain command of his vessel. Yay!

But wait...what about Khan and his people? and Marla?? Kirk tells Khan that a nearby uninhabited world is suitable for colonization and that he and his people will live there in exile. Marla, meanwhile is given a choice: court martial or exile with Khan. She chooses the latter. To be fair, it really isn’t much of a choice, between certain imprisonment or uncertain life on a planet. But it’s notable that Marla once again chooses Khan’s side, a choice that Khan admires: “a superior woman. I will take her.”

Sadly, going with Khan does indeed lead to her death by a Ceti Alpha eel some years later, causing Khan to go mad from grief and anger. And we all know what happens next...

Now, I do not mean to sound as though I am “blaming the victim” here. I do not mean to say that Marla got what she deserved or wanted, even though the events of the story revolve around her decisions. As you’ve probably realized, it isn’t that simple. Marla is a complex character - her motivations may seem clear but sometimes they’re clouded. Her behavior goes back and forth between assertive and submissive. Complicating all this is the abusive relationship she has with Khan. From personal experience, I know that when you’re in an unhealthy relationship, you don’t always find yourself standing up for yourself, even when your mind is screaming for you to. People ask you, “why didn’t you just leave?” If it were that simple, I would have left as soon as things went wrong. If it were that simple, Marla would not have apologized to Khan, or helped him take over the Enterprise, or travelled with him to Ceti Alpha V.

I’m afraid I don’t really have any further insights into this character, so I’m going to end this blog entry here. However, if you have any thoughts on Marla and her motivations in this story, please share them in the comments. Maybe you saw something I missed? And of course, if you enjoyed it, please leave a like or reblog. See you next time, when I discuss: A Taste of Armageddon!

P.S. If you’re in an abusive or unhealthy relationship, please get help. It may feel as though no one knows you’re hurting but keep on reaching out until someone hears you. And please stay safe.

*My therapist had never seen Star Trek, and I wanted to show it to her to explain how it influenced me. We’ve both come to the conclusion that Star Trek very likely saved my life. It basically served as a coping system for a few years.

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mystres-on-air · 6 years ago

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Chinese OC clans recap

Having remembered something important, Mystrei rushes to the office to ask.

"By the way, Kurami. How many characters in Resverse who share the same surnames as the OCs in Dynasty Warriors?"

Kurami drops her paperwork and walks to the archives.

"Now that you remind me, I think it's time to make a list of the clans."

Kurami ransacks the document sanctuary and returns to her desk with several papers in hand. Mystrei, on the other hand, just watches and munches a large-size meatbun.

"Don't forget to add descriptions on the original series characters!"

"I know. Okay, now let's begin sorting!"

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1. Li clan (莉)

Mainly known for their expertise in botany; some of them even regularly deals with toxic plants. Most of them have flora-related business. They like afternoon tea breaks and experimental concoctions.

DWOC :

Li Bao (莉宝)

Li Yin (莉隱)

Li Zhen (莉真)

Li Kui (莉煃)

Li Ren (莉仁)

Original series :

Lillian/Li Liya (莉理亞)/Li Yao (莉妖) - originally an orphan living in Italy (thus, she knows Jazrica) before being adopted by into Li clan. She later changes her name to make it simpler and more fitting to her personality. She is now a high school student and joins the Five Developers as stage designer. In the warped world created by the hijacked Closed Life Race, her weapon is a spiked chain—or as she calls it, the "Steel Braid".

Li Jian (莉薦) - Li Yao's adoptive father. He runs a flower shop in the town where they live and often gives life advices that he knows will lead Yao to a peaceful life she always wants.

2. Yi clan (憶)

Perfectionist jerks, sometimes bordering TV drama villain stereotype. They bring pressure to be the best, and more often than not have driven their mentally-weaker members (or other people) to untimely death. A few members, however, are more kind-hearted and willing to use their talents in danger zones.

DWOC :

Yi Can (憶燦)

Yi Bao (憶抱)

Yi Luo (憶落)

Original series :

Yi Jing (憶晶) - Yi Huo's older sister. An ace student throughout her life, she only follows the principles of her clan out of fear that they will hate her if she fails. When she failed herself for the first time, she branded herself a "traitor" and later was found dead from mysterious circumstances. Her parents simply threw her corpse somewhere, not wanting to bother with her as a “failure”.

Yi Huo (憶火) - Yi Jing’s younger brother who is somewhat of a manchild. He knows full well about his sister’s insecurities and, after discovering the truth that led to Jing’s death, snuck out of the household to retrieve her body and give her a proper burial. Afterwards, he fled and ended up aiding a pair of sisters in their odd jobs.

Yi Chuju (憶雏菊) - the current heiress of the clan. She is sent by her parents to help the Five Developers by becoming their experimental racer/stage tester. In the warped world, she wields a pair of crescent-shaped blades that look like chakrams or deer horn knives.

3. Mai clan (霾)

A clan full of empaths with high excitability. They are loyal and helpful, and well-trained in sports and martial arts. Nostalgia talk is always their trending topic. In the original series, most of them perished after an apocalyptic incident, leaving so far only two survivors.

DWOC :

Mai Xi (霾熙)

Original series (though they have their DW story too, albeit with similarities to their own series) :

Mai Yong (霾勇) - one of the Hostility Outbreak survivors with a mind reading/mind control ability. She wields a shield on each hand and is currently looking for her cousin, whose whereabouts is unknown. In her DW story, she is a neighbour of Sun clan and childhood friends with Ling Tong. She has the same objective after Xiahou Dun's berserker alliance attack the household : to find her cousin.

Mai Xun (霾熏) - Mai Yong's closest cousin. She also survives the Hostility Outbreak and is currently honing her martial art skill so that she can protect Yong if they are to meet again (especially because Yong's mind control ability renders her vulnerable). She wields a bladed flute and a crowbar. In her DW story, she has been missing for years and currently tags along with Xiahou Dun's alliance, knowing full well that they are victims of Hostility Outbreak and may kill her off should she be found out. Luckily, some of them (such as Xun You) possess weaker berserk level, thus enabling her to approach them.

4. Na clan (娜)

Most famous for their long-standing feud against Japan's Uzushi clan, in which they lost most of their members. But some remnants of this family have started rebuilding their lost glory. They are harsh, though not as much as Yi clan, and determined to do what they think is right, even if they have to resort to threats and underhanded tactics.

Original series :

Na Jun (娜君) - a Chinese girl who lost her family during a civil war caused by the cannibalistic Uzushi clan in an isolated island. She befriends the Bloody Nights, aspiring to become one herself. She later dons the Bloody Empress mantle and swears to kill every last one of Uzushi clan’s members in order to return home.

Na Fumai (娜福霾) - Na Jun's descendant, a young hairdresser who desperately tries to escape marriage. She fills her face with scars so that no man would want her.

5. Liu clan (流)

Closely related to Na clan and famed for their power to manipulate flowers. Its members often end up marrying people of Li clan to strengthen their own power and widen their floral control. They are also fans of fairytales.

DWOC :

Liu Lianyang (流蓮洋)

Original series :

Liu Xin (流信) - Na Jun's cousin, a rather rotund princess who never leaves her mansion. She is noted to have romanced two Bloody Nights members.

Liu Tai (流态) - Liu Xin's descendant and a minion of the Game Master. His only proof of lineage to Liu Xin is his flower-controlling technique and exquisite taste for drinks. Even so, his flower power is significantly weaker and he resorts into using another weapon. In the warped world, he wields a detachable gauntlet shield.

6. Qiang clan (蔷)

At first known only as “the fairytale clan” due to the legend of Qiangji and her Peace-Calling Sword. As her descendants from various countries start to reveal themselves, this clan is slowly rising to its former glory.

Original series :

Qiangji (蔷姬)/Qiang Xuan (蔷炫) - the aformentioned legendary princess. She sacrificed herself through a ritual performed for her goddess of peace to stop the infighting in her clan.

Qiang Ping/Pink Lonerose (蔷平) - reincarnation of Qiangji, who happens to also be her descendant. She is a member of Unwanted Life Squad with her brother, and her Crystal Accessories are green.

Qiang Zhi/Will Lonerose (蔷志) - Pink's mentally unstable elder brother. He is shown to be perturbed and jumpy, and only opens up to Pink. As a member of Unwanted Life Squad, his Crystal Accessories are white.

Qiang Meilin (蔷梅林) - one of Qiangji's descendants. She attends Serenicium Academy as the representative from Taiwan. She is nicknamed "Xiao Zhu Hua" (小朱花 / "Little Crimson Flower") due to the flower-shaped almandine garnet decorating her ring, and uses this nickname as her alias when in the Realm of Moonpowder. As Xiao Zhu Hua, her class is Mage, with her ring manifesting as her companion and weapon.

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"I guess that's all..."

"How about some other clans like Wu (雾), Zhen (珍), Zhu (朱), or Qiu (秋)?"

"Eh, they don't have DW-based characters..."

"Yet you added Na and Qiang."

"Maybe I could consider adding those less-important clans later. Now back to work, back to work~"

With that, Kurami goes back to focus on her current work, whatever it is.

#personality drama #mystrei #kurami #oc recap #i want to write about mai yong's dw story but it's sorta mary sue so...

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collectivehairsalon · 2 years ago

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resortweartrz · 4 years ago

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ghost-ofstarman · 7 years ago

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pikmin 3 - rerouted [chapter 2]

GALACTIC DATE: 20XX

Entry 2

Day 1 of preparation

I just had my makeover today, my hairdresser is SOOOO cool. I told him I wanted a cut that was like Captain Charlie's and I think he nailed it without making me look like a copy! I feel kinda bad for just rushing out, he is my brother after all so I should've told him I was going on the special mission but I thought it'd be cool if he turned on the TV to see his little sibling standing next to all those fancy government officials, maybe even President Lima! I've already prepared for when I leave, Juliett's going to look after my kitty (have I introduced Crumpet? Don't judge me but I live alone with him and I don't regret a thing), I've tidied up the cabins of the ship, I even built a little extra mount in my room so I can take grandpa's ashes along with safely. I know he'd probably return as a spirit just to smack me over the head with a rolled up piece of paper if I just left him behind. Everything's in order and all that's left to do is wait for 'Quebec' to come pick- oh! Actually, I think I heard a knock at the door as I was writing, I'll write in this again later. See you then!

Alph snatched up the projection strip, double-checked to see if his memory card was inserted in a somewhat correct fashion and swiftly stashed it into a pocket of his backpack. He rushed to the door, scanning his cat's bed to make sure Crumpet wouldn't bother him as he left. Crumpet? His eyes instinctively darted over to a white blob at his feet while he ran. All in slow motion, he skidded into his feline companion, tripped, fell into his front door and broke it right off the hinges having bought a less than outstanding quality house; all of this resulting in him sandwiching his government-sent visitor between the cheap sheet metal atop him and the concrete beneath.

"AUGH! WHAT THE-" Quebec shrieked, arms visibly flailing from underneath the door-turned-death-apparatus.

"OH! Sorry, sorry, sorry, so sorry, Crumpet- my cat- just let me help you, hang on!" Alph panicked, scrambling onto his feet with his cat still clinging to him out of shock. He weakly flipped the door off Quebec and kicked it aside to offer his hand to his guest. Alph noticed the visitor was a tall, lanky, dark-featured Koppaite with smoky purple hair tied back in a ponytail. He still weakly clung to a clipboard and was dressed in....well, the usual for anyone representing the Koppaite government. A bruise now adorned his surprised face. Quebec looked at him, looked at the door, looked at the cat staring at him in a terrified manner, looked back to Alph and began snickering. Alph gave him a funny look causing him to burst into a laughing fit, he figured he should extend a helping hand in case he wasn’t laughing because the situation was funny.

"Wow, so you're Drake's kid? I'm not even surprised from that wonderful first impression I got, I can already tell you're just a tiny version of him!" Quebec remarked, getting up onto his feet. Alph's eyebrow lowered while one of his long ears twitched, a common and instinctive reaction to being called short but this newcomer seemed nice enough, he couldn't have known about his 'affliction'. "Okay, I know I sounded all uptight and proper in my note to you but honestly just think of me as a friend more than a planner. Call me Beck, only my boss calls me by my full name," Beck replied, shifting his gaze to the trodden door tossed to the side, "say, you need help putting that back up? I can hold it while you re-screw the thingies back onto the frame thing, mini-Drake."

"Oh, uh, sure. Then we go? I'm a bit antsy to meet our captain and don't want to leave him waiting." Alph responded, twiddling his forefingers betwixt another and longingly gazing the opposite way. He HAD to meet him, he'd heard all the stories of his brief friendship with his grandfather during the war against Sorna and was more than intrigued.

"Yep! I'll have to introduce you to them first thing, we only have a couple weeks until liftoff," Beck informed while picking up the poorly manufactured, bent lump of metal and holding it up to the door frame incorrectly as Alph jogged to his garage to retrieve a correctly sized screwdriver.

"Erm, you're holding it the wrong way, Beck..," Alph pointed out. Beck, without even looking at the door, rotated it sideways and gave Alph an accomplished smile. Only the best from Koppai's government, the seasoned engineer observed as he let out a half sigh, half giggle.

Alph watched all the grazing animals speed by his vision with his head in his arm, lazily perched on the sill of the moving truck's window. His ears pricked up every time he heard the shifting of his ship in the back compartment, it was tied down by himself but the harnesses could've been a better grade of material for something provided by the government on the most advanced planet of their system. Beck was also oddly quiet the entire time they'd been driving up to the mission base aside from the occasional mouth/nose sound.

"So..," Beck began, almost as if he'd registered the silence at the same time Alph had noticed it, "when we were cleaning Drake's room to send his possessions to your father, I noticed the only picture he had was a picture of you. I can understand not having pictures of his friends since they were all living together at the time but not having pictures of his own son or his other family? You two must've been really close, I admire that. He was such a loner for the longest time and wouldn't work with ANY of us as I'm sure you know, you must really be something special." Alph felt his heart sink down towards his stomach when he heard the news. He started missing Drake all over again.

"He didn't like me at first," Alph started, locking eyes with his driver. Quebec took his eyes off the road to look back at him for a few heartfelt seconds. "I really had to bother him to get him to remotely like me, he didn't really like anyone else for some reason and didn't talk with any of my brothers or my sister. I'd have to ride up to his house with my sister and watch him work, he never kicked me out so I guess deep down he knew I was a nerd at heart. I didn't think he'd put me above everyone else, though...". The truck went silent. Alph sulked in his seat and added, "you know, he was my father figure so that makes me feel a bit better hearing that. My dad Victor isn't really around much since he's working so hard at his botany job. My mom Sierra is a planner like yourself so I don't see her much either, she's not affiliated with this mission though."

"Oh, kid...I'm sorry to hear that. I grew up in the same boat and it's why I haven't had kids or a girlfriend just yet. I'm super busy, especially now that I'm working on organizing this mission and all. After this is all over, no-one will have to work nearly hard to get food on the table," Quebec reminisced while extending his arm to rest on Alph's shoulder. He missed and just wound up patting the air. Alph got a giggle out of it, at least, although he didn't appreciate being called 'kid'. After some more silence, Quebec also let out a chuckle and continued, "after seeing your picture, I thought you were a girl. Er- are you? You had a common girl's haircut but now you've got that crazy mohawk thing going on so I'm not entirely sure how to introduce you."

"That's a funny story, actually! You see, I've got 14 siblings and am the second youngest so around the time I was born, my parents were just SO busy that they wanted to get the birth done and over with as fast as possible so they could go back to work. They even picked the name 'Alph' because it has an extended version for both girls and boys so they could just pick one of those once they found out my sex. Well, the hospital was exceptionally busy too that day in the birthing ward and in combination with an, um, 'thing' I was born with, they didn't know what I was and they were in a rush so they said my parents can write what I turned out to be on the birth certificate. They never did, my parents hired a babysitter to raise me, the babysitter never told anyone so no-one knows what I am and it's really funny so I just go with whatever people-"

"AAAAAAAND we're here!" Beck cut in, very much uninterested by the small talk on the hours-long trip. Sure enough, they'd reached their destination: an imposing looking wall hiding the tucked-away base their mission was taking place at. Alph froze in place as realization of what he was about to have to do. Quebec, however, happily leaned out of his open window to show his face for the security guard poised in an opening near the fence. After the gate opened, a quick drive ensued at a probably unsafe speed until they reached a pretty dull-looking base in the middle of a barren field. Beck pulled over and immediately kicked his side of the truck door ajar, skipped out to the back and opened the back trailer to reveal the newly finished ship. As Alph was carefully stepping out, he noticed Beck's beaming face as he was scanning every nook and cranny of the ship.

"What's her name?" The question confused Alph for a second.

"N-name? Grandpa never named it, he never even called it a 'her'."

"Whaaat? Was he even proud of her? Come on, kid, you've gotta name her for him," Beck teased, prodding Alph in the ribs with his elbow. Alph covered his chest up and responded,

"I'll name it later, I need time to think of a suitable name and all." Beck shrugged and grabbed his KopPad from a compartment in the back of the truck. Pressing a few buttons, he initiated a quick call to an unknown receiver.

"Hey! Get over here, we've got the ship and Drake's kid, take her- him in to meet the other crew members." Before the recipient could open their mouth, he jammed his finger into the end call button and tossed it aside as if it wasn't an expensive piece of equipment people like Alph had to save up for. He clambered up and gave the ship a proud pat on its hull, keeping a watchful eye on it until they could transport it into base. Alph's ears swiveled to the direction of the sound of a door squeaking on its hinges; out came another Koppaite with a displeased expression and a slouched posture.

"Every time. Literally every time. I can't get a single word in with you, you're not my superior so there's no excuse for this behaviour!" he moaned, limping in on what was assumed to be an accident-prone leg that didn't properly heal. Not looking at the ship, he hobbled towards Alph to introduce himself. "Hi, you must be Mr. Alph. I would offer to watch the ship for you just so a certain SOMEONE doesn't do something stupid but looks like he's insisting on sticking around to be stupid. Whatever, my name's Zeta, I'm a little less insufferable than Quebec so I hope we can be friends." They locked arms for a handshake, Alph replying,

"Is this really the base? I would've expected the base housing the mission to be a bit more...extravagant if you know what I mean." Zeta cocked his head in silence for a few moments, let out a sharp laugh and replied,

"Ah! Yep, it's meant to look like that. You'll see, come on!" Zeta took Alph by the hand and carefully led him over to the door of the base. Upon opening it, Alph noticed the only thing in the entire room was a switch. Zeta lumbered over to flip it, at once an elevator pod emerged from a slit in the floor and signaled it was ready to transport the couple. Alph got a bit giddy as he had no idea what was in store for him; the two took their places in the pod and waited patiently as their smooth ride down commenced.

"I won't get in the way of your introductions, I'll just lead you to their rooms so you can do whatever you want. I know if Quebec was the one to take you he'd just do it for you, he's not entirely the brightest planner in this facility. He only got in because his family already worked here..," Zeta chuckled. Alph didn't mind either way as long as he was going to eventually meet his idol he'd heard so much about from his grandfather. A ping emitted from the speakers of the elevator shaft and signaled the door to split for their access into the real base. His already big eyes widened to huge size and his fingers locked in anticipation, he'd been here for only a second and yet he was already impressed. Before him stood the scene of the fruits of hundreds of Koppaites' labor: planners bustling about with their noses in clipboards and papers, botanists with bags of seeds in hand and pencils tucked behind their ears, engineers laughing about personal anecdotes with coffee cups and screwdrivers being waved around for emphasis. He had to resist the urge to run up and ask everyone a thousand questions about their job and what it was like working on such an important mission; Zeta seemed to notice this and carefully placed his hand over him to guide him to their first crew member.

"I think you'll like this first girl, Brittany. I don't know much about you but from gut instinct I feel like you two are definitely going to get along," he remarked as they turned down a long hallway of bedrooms and broom closets. Alph perked up out of excitement, he wasn't sure what to expect but from what he'd read everyone seemed like his type of person. Once Zeta reached room #409 he turned to knock a quick tune into the unknown girl's door. He stepped aside so Alph could enter. They both awaited a response for a few seconds but Alph was told to enter once silence was heard for a bit too long. "She's a bit on the slacking side, wasn't our first pick but that doesn't make her a bad candidate. Go on in," Zeta informed, opening the door and carefully sweeping Alph in.

He noticed girl with earbuds in bed reading a botany book upside down, humming a little song and shaking her leg to a beat he couldn't hear.

"B-Brittany?" Alph addressed. No response, even when he waved his arm to catch her attention. It was only when she leaned in for a quick sip when she noticed him.

"AH! OH, STARS, YOU SCARED ME!" she shrieked as her fingers almost lost their grip on her drink while her other hand wasn't so lucky. Her book came tumbling to the floor revealing she'd been reading a comic the whole time. "No, um, it's not what it looks like, I was just taking a quick break! Who are you, anyway?" she snapped, face red as she snatched up her books and brought them to her chest.

"I'm Alph, I'm the new engineer for the mission," he informed, extending his hand for a shake. She went in for it but gave him a confused glance regardless. She laid back onto the bed with her books beneath her in an embarrassed fashion.

"Erm, wasn't Drake good enough? He may have been stubborn but he was the only guy who could fly the ship and all..," she questioned, adjusting her glasses on her pointed nose. Alph looked to his feet and drew his arm back to his body.

"He was my grandpa. He had a heart condition and wasn't in shape to go as far away from home as he was supposed to," he somberly responded. Brittany gazed at him for a few seconds and went in for a hug.

"I'm sorry about your grandpa, Alph. I hope it wasn't too much to ask of you to come along with, I think we'll probably get along better with you anyway because he didn't seem to like me too much. Both Koppai and I need you to stay strong to get this over with, I know you can do it!" consoled Brittany. She pulled away and gave him a smile.

"Ah..! Thank you. I've got no idea what I'm doing, never even been into space before but I sure hope I can do my job as well as grandpa Drake could. Say...was that Space Race 40XX you were reading?" Brittany looked a bit taken aback but not at all surprised past that point. Alph really did look like the kind of person to know of a relatively underground comic such as that.

"Whaaaat? How did you know? You geek, don't look at my stupid comics!" Brittany teased, enticing a quick giggle fit out of the two of them but yet not revealing what she was reading.

It turned out to be for good reason, as Zeta appeared behind them unexpectedly and looked a bit frantic. "Hey, I think you should meet up with Delton and Charlie because they just passed by together to get some coffee. Come along before we miss them, sorry I had to come get you after only a minute," he pointed out, gesturing to the left. Brittany cracked open her "botany" book once the coast was clear and licked a finger to turn the page, not taking her eyes off Alph. He gave her a smile back and backed out of the room, hoping to see her again soon.

"Enjoy your lame action comic, you NERD," Alph stuck his tongue out while jokingly mocking, slipping behind the door and shutting it. Brittany brushed her hair out of her face and thought to herself, ‘I like this new kid. He's way better than his grandfather, he's actually got good taste and is the good kind of nerd. Now if I could just replace stupid Charlie with another cute nerd boy...’ She looked around carefully and leaned over to pick up a lanyard with a key card on it. Edging over to the crack of the still open door she scanned her surroundings to make sure no-one was in the hall leading up to her lab. She then took off as fast as her short legs would allow to the room where she sorted the rations of the base.

Upon reaching her destination and remaining undetected by the inhabitants of the bunker she jammed her keycard into the locked room's scanner. ‘Yes’, she once again narrated, ‘our beloved Captain Charlie...with his awful attitude, his stupid face and his creepy advances on me, I'm gonna get him replaced too. He doesn't even do anything but mope around and make us all feel sorry for him while not even talking about what upsets him so much. I don't understand how he's considered a hero when even I do more work than him.’ She fiddled with it as it wasn't working as intended. Seconds later a familiar beep rung out into the silent hallways. She cracked the door open to slide through and see her beautiful creations once more.

Blue, oblong plants stemming from creeping vines on a pretty lattice trellis she'd built herself. Gorgeous things, namely in this day and age where food was scarce and most fruit was genetically modified and hardly nutritious. This certainly was the good stuff, but not for much longer...she dug through a cabinet pushed to the side of the room full of chemicals. ‘I can't KILL him but I can certainly have him fall ill for long enough to have his trip cancelled.’ She pulled out a vial of a strong insecticide that wasn't potent enough to kill a Koppaite-Hocotatian of his stature but certainly enough to give him headaches, vomiting, breakouts of cold sweat and all-around trembling and irritability. Brittany sauntered over to the cabinets full of labeled ration containers, cracking open Charlie's and pouring in the entire tube of insecticide. ‘Have a nice vacation, Captain.’

"Hey, guys! I need you to meet someone very important. This is Alph, he's going to be our new on-board engineer from now on," called Zeta from twenty feet away in an effort to get Delton and Charlie's attention. It worked, they both glared at Zeta and motioned for him and the newcomer to come closer. Alph felt his stomach lurch as soon as he felt Delton's icy gaze burn a hole into his forehead without him saying a word.

"What did you just say? New engineer? What was so wrong with Drake? He was kind of all we had and is absolutely 100% necessary for this mission and all," Delton snapped, folding his arms and lowering his ears. "It's not April 1st anymore, you don't need to pull this right now. You don't want to see me get mad." Alph was definitely taken by surprise, he didn't expect to immediately be harassed by someone who's soon to be his crew member. He looked to Charlie with sad eyes in an effort to get him to understand he was incredibly excited to meet him and didn't want his first shot at talking to him to be tainted by the tall, green-haired Dunesian's unforgiving attitude. But he noticed Charlie was looking away with a look he could only describe as desolate, almost as if he knew Drake had passed away without the words hitting his ears.

"Del, calm down, just let the kid explain himself. He doesn't need to be yelled at first thing when he steps foot in here, morale's low enough as it is," Charlie mumbled, shifting his gaze lazily to the much smaller teal Koppaite. "Son, tell us what happened to Drake. No offense, Zeta, but we've heard enough bad news from you and I'd like to hear it coming from another place for once." Alph bowed his head and recited the bad news to the two,

"I'm the grandkid of Drake that helped him work on the ship. He passed away one night a little while ago when we were working on it without any signs of his heart getting worse. I had to finish the ship for him, he left a note in his room saying if anything bad happened to him he'd want me to replace him since I'm the only one who knows how to fly the ship." Delton may have had hair over where his eyes were and Charlie may not have been able to frown with the type of face his genes provided him but the pain on their faces upon hearing what happened was exceedingly obvious to Alph. "I'm so sorry. I miss him too, he was my father figure and I wish I could bring him back if only long enough to go on the mission with you three."

Charlie hung his head and rested his large palm on Alph's much daintier shoulder. "It's alright. It was his time, he had an exceptional life of inventions and helped Koppai in every way he could," he hoarsely consoled. He was visibly torn to shreds, Alph knew they were best friends in the war but didn't think they were THAT close to this day. ‘Oh no, oh no oh no, I made Captain upset and I haven't even gotten to know him yet, this is the worst way this could have happened!’ panicked Alph. He rested his cheek on Charlie's gloved hand perched on his collarbone to give him a bit of comfort but it was short lived, as Delton started to...laugh?

"Ha...ahaha...of course. Why wouldn't this happen? Two weeks before the mission and my best friend is dead. OUR best friend is dead and no-one bothered to tell us until now. And then they replace him with some kid I'd never even been told about? If you really were that amazing, Drake would've told us about you." His fists clenched and he gave a wan, distraught smile. "Why wouldn't this happen, huh? Charlie! Charles, old buddy, are you surprised? I'm not surprised! Next it's going to be YOU! And then they'll replace you with someone not suitable for this and no-one's going to remember you." Charlie tightened his grip on Alph to his surprise. Zeta stepped back and the base went silent. Scientists either were gawking at the scene or scurrying back to their rooms to get away from it all.

"Delton. Stop. You think Drake would've wanted you to freak out again?" Charlie kept his cool but wouldn't let go of Alph's shoulder. Despite wearing gloves, Alph could feel his nails dig into his skin through his jacket.

"C-captain, you're...you're hurting m-"

"Quiet, kid! We don't need more people like you that haven't worked for their fame! They're not going to remember YOU, Charlie, they're not going to remember DRAKE, and they certainly haven't remembered Rh-"

"STOP IT," Charlie finally raised his voice and let go of Alph's shoulder, causing the younger person to rub the sore spot without shifting his gaze from the meltdown he was witnessing. No, he really didn't want this to happen, he just wanted to make Charlie happy, be on good grounds with Delton and certainly not be stared at by dozens of people. His head began to swim from the anxiety that swelled inside his throat. "You don't understand, I know you can't see it but I can. This kid, he's got the same spark in his eyes I saw in Drake. He's going to get us through this. Who would you even pick for the job if you had to choose?" Delton looked at the floor, his shame almost being tangible. Alph could tell he didn't want to throw a fit in front of all these people and got the impression it was out of his control at this point.

"I don't know. I really don't. I just want things to go back to the way they were..," he rasped, immediately taking off for his room without looking back. The crowd began to slowly disperse as Charlie still hadn't stopped looking at the spot his friend once stood. Now his only friend, according to Alph's updates on Drake.

"I'm sorry about that. This...isn't the first time it's happened and he's still shook up over stuff that happened ages ago. It's not your fault, I really do think you're the best candidate for the mission. I just need some time alone if that makes sense. Things have been rough, I'm sorry if I'm not like what I seemed to be on TV," Charlie sighed, brushing back his unkempt hair. Now that Alph had a chance to think straight, he noticed how poor his hero's health seemed to be. His skin was less saturated and rosy than the soft cocoa flesh tone he'd observed, his eyes housed dark bags, his hair hadn't been tended to for some time and although Alph though he otherwise smelled quite pleasant he could sense a bit of something suspicious on his breath. He guessed he only dolled himself up for television just so he wouldn't worry anyone; this only made him want to get closer to him so he could fix whatever bothered him.

"It's no issue, I understand. It was very, very upsetting for me too. I had to...wake up next to him like that and I feel my soul hurt a little more every time I have to mention it to someone," muttered Alph, rubbing his cheek as he'd always done when he was nervous. He just wasn't sure what else to do. Charlie gave him what most wouldn't think was much, but Alph knew was the best smile he could muster, and walked off to find Delton. ‘He's perfect. Everything about him is great and he doesn't deserve to be sad! I'm gonna find out what's bothering him and then we can be best friends that're there for each other and neither of us will be lonely. I...need a friend anyway, I don't think I've ever had one besides grandpa and Juliett,’ Alph mentally asserted, balling his fist.

"Wow. That was a train wreck. I'm going to put that one into the mental vault and just show you your room before I get more dirty looks, how does that sound?" Zeta anxiously laughed, pulling Alph away by the hand once more as soon as he realized Alph was trying to find the apparently unstable medic. No way he was letting another meltdown happen on his watch.

"Yeah, yeah, that sounds good. What...happened with them?" he asked. Zeta said nothing, no-one at the base besides Drake, Delton and Charlie knew what was going on in...well, Drake, Delton and Charlie's lives. All they knew was Delton would break down every time he was asked about it and Charlie wouldn't say a word. They were always there for each other, at least.

GALACTIC DATE: 20XX

Entry 2

Day 1 of preparation

Um, today wasn't that great. I don't think I want to write about it, honestly. I loved meeting my first crew member, Brittany, she was reading a comic I didn't think anyone else read and called me a nerd which was funny. She's also quite pretty and smells of fresh fruit which she probably would find weird I noticed but I think it's endearing! I...do think the medic on my crew hates me though, his name is Delton and he's fuming that I replaced grandpa's role on the mission. I thought he'd understand I was close to him too when I explained he was basically my dad but he just yelled and ran away. Even meeting Captain Charlie after all this time was a bust because he was just sad the whole time and wouldn't tell me what was wrong. He did touch me though it was grabbing my shoulder really hard, I don't even care. It's like getting his autograph except with his nails in my skin instead of a pen and paper...that sounds kind of weird, actually, never mind.

I already miss Crumpet. I hope Juliett is taking good care of my baby, I wouldn't doubt her abilities for a second but anxiety makes me think otherwise. My new room is okay, they even gave me a sort of uniform to wear while I'm here. They let me combine the shorts with a shirt and hoodie instead of picking the usual, how cool is that? It's my signature style! I'm keeping this forever and ever, it means a lot to me that they already see me as part of the team. I have two weeks to learn how to be a proper astronaut and teach Charlie how to fly the ship, I'm not sure if I can do all that in time but I'll try my darndest! I just hope flight simulation isn't as scary as it is on TV, the last thing I want to do is get sick in the chamber.

Daily haiku:

Today kind of sucked

Not a fun day at all, yikes

I'll try again soon

(I guess)

#alph #brittany #captain charlie #delton / character d #pikmin rerouted #fanfiction #I SPENT ALL DAY DRAWING THESE PICTURES ON AND OFF #They all take about a half hour but LORD there's so many #I also drew all the ones from the first chapter today too

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