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royallyjoon · 4 years ago

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nephilim (un)

you know where the cred goes 💙

cult au, supernatural au

yandere! ot7 x f! reader

warnings: yandere themes, violent behavior

the mysterious, age old town of ichabod. within it rests a history hidden from its inhabitants, who are forced to remain there out of fear. you simply wish to live in this town with the people you love without facing its wrath for as long as you can. unfortunately for you, there are great powers on your side who are willing to do whatever it takes to get you. whether you come willingly or not. after all, it only takes a little hellfire

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“Come along now, (Y/N).” Your mother’s grip on your wrist tightened as she all but threw you in front of her. You nearly twisted your ankle on the twigs and tree roots that outlined the forest floor. “We are late enough as it is.”

You huffed and tore your wrist from your mother’s hand to hike up the long, white dress you wore. “Good. I wish we didn’t have to trek out here in the middle of the night every month. Maybe we’ll miss the gathering entirely.”

She smacked your arm harshly. “Not another word from you, smart mouth.” Your mother dressed similarly, the only difference being that her ivory dress paled considerably compared to yours in the moonlight. “We’ve been attending for years. I highly doubt that such a change would be allowed, much less appreciated.”

You shivered at the thought. No matter how much you resented these meetings, you wouldn’t dare miss a summoning.

You stayed quiet for ten more minutes, taking in the rustling of the forest and focusing your efforts on avoiding sharp rocks underfoot.

Trees rested on either side of you, lining your path and blocking out any natural light with their twisting, sneaking branches. It took all of your effort to ignore the oppressive silence, broken every so often by the snapping of a trig or the movement of some animal, cloaked by shadows in the dark.

Soon enough, you and your mother reached the clearing.

She pulled you back just as you were about to step into the moonlight, throwing a dark cloak in your face. “Are you mad? Put it on!”

You smiled abashedly and threw the material on. The hood was so long it cast a shadow over the lower half of your face but was wide enough for you to see.

Your mother finished arranging her hood and the two of you stepped into the clearing, joining with the last of the circle of cloaked shadows.

The moon shone brightly without the cover of the forest giving your surroundings an ethereal facade. A wooden stage lay at the very middle of the clearing, upon which stood your small town’s resident royalty.

The Kims.

They were the ruling force of the town, the husband being the mayor, the wife a successful actress. They both settled down in Ichabod twenty-five years ago with their children. What had once been a town amuck with violence and chaos was transformed into a prosperous, well-functioning borough.

How the Kims managed to transform the area nearly overnight, few knew. They have run your city for nearly three decades. And everyone in it is terrified to cross their path.

Directly behind them stood their seven adopted sons, faces shrouded by hoods and masks. You didn’t know too much about them besides their names and faces; five of them currently attended your school and you made sure to give them a wide berth, being as polite as possible.

Kim Moonsik raised his left arm, twisting his wrist in a full circle. He then pointed his hand at the sky, gently lowering his pinky and middle fingers. “Greetings to the moon from her earthly servants.”

You lifted your forearm with everyone else, copied the gesture, and repeated the phrase quietly with disinterest.

“I thank you all for coming on such short notice.” He continued. “As another month commences, we have the pleasure of standing before you all. The moon has graced us with her everlasting beauty and prosperity rains down upon our small town, just as it has for decades before.”

This is usually the part where you would start drifting off. Kim Moonsik could drove on with his speech about the moon for far too long.

About what felt like an hour but was approximately fifteen minutes later, Mr. Kim trailed off and the forest became so silent, you hushed your thoughts in fear of thinking too loud.

The oppressive feeling in the air returned full force and you shivered underneath the warmth of your cloak as Mr. Kim eyed each and every person attending. He was not able to directly see your face, but you felt like the man was staring into your soul.

“Regrettably,” He said, clasping his hands together, “we are not able to part tonight without the moon’s divine punishment.”

Ah, you thought. There it is.

The reason your heart pounds at every one of these meetings.

All you wanted to do was be that half-asleep little girl again, clutched in your mother’s arms as she trudged her way here every month.

“Wylynne has decreed that there are sinners in our midst.” Mr. Kim says it quietly, but the gravity in his words travel.

And with a mighty roar, the pyre behind the wooden stage was lit with orange flames.

The crowd stood in silence, waiting for the dreadful sound. You quaked in the dirt. Would it be you this time?

But by the grace of the moon, no.

The telltale, piercing shriek came from the right side of the crowd. Citizens rushed to get away from the teenager cradled in her parents’ arms. The mother could not let go of her daughter, heavily sobbing as the child clutched her head and continued to scream. Her hood had fallen off and your eyes widened as you recognized her.

Natalia Pierre. The two of you had had some awful confrontation a few months ago. Nevertheless, the resident embers of anger could not stop the overwhelming pity you felt as the Kims’ men ripped her away from her parents.

“Please!” She cried as they forced her to her knees before the mayor. Not that she wasn’t already bent over, riddled with pain. “Knives-the knives won’t stop, please get them out!”

Kim Moonsik lay his hand on her shoulder. “Do not worry, my child. You will soon join Wylynne’s heavenly army. May your failures be a lesson, victories a reward, and may your soul live on with the moon forever.”

“May your soul live on with the moon forever.” You whispered the last phrase with everyone else, ignoring the tear that made its way down your cheek.

Before Natalia could say another word, her screams were cut short as her body was engulfed in purple fire.

It only took a second. Within minutes, her cloak, dress, bones, and ashes were gone. She hadn’t even scorched the grass. You could almost believe you’d dreamed it if her father wasn’t kneeling next to her writhing mother in the dirt.

Mr. Kim smiled gracefully, a sight that reminded you of the grim reaper with the shadow on his face. “To her heavenly grace, the moon, may she travel. To my fellow citizens of Ichabod, I bid goodnight.”

The orange flame behind the stage was doused. You, your mother, and the crowd bowed your heads as you wished goodnight to the Kims. It was only when the last son had left the clearing did anyone else begin moving.

You clutched your mother’s hand all the way home.

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Since before you could remember, your mother had been dragging you to Ichabod monthly town meetings. It was the Kims’ way of ensuring the people that the moon continued to bless and favor them and would send prosperity their way in return for a sacrifice.

In short, they were trapped here and if they wished to keep their lives, they would know better than to cross the Kims.

The people that had tried to run away all failed. They would either, depending on the “grace of the moon,” show up alive right back where they started, or their bodies were placed on the front doors of relatives or neighbors.

Now, you weren’t stupid. You did not believe that it was the actions of Wylynne or whomever Mr. Kim spends his nights singing praises to. The fatal injuries were always exterior, therefore it must have been nothing other than the work of man.

Nevertheless, you were too afraid to risk leaving Ichabod. You preferred to live your life quietly, holding on to your closest friends and family. And it has been successful for the past years.

The next morning as your mom drove you to school, you used your phone’s camera to check your appearance. There were bags under your eyes, so heavy that makeup would not be enough to cover it.

As she drove, you sighed heavily and thought back to last night, wondering how Natalia could have possibly angered the Kims. She never tried to escape--at least, to your knowledge--and she never talked to them at school either...

Your mother pulled up to the curb and you stuffed your phone into your uniform pocket, kissed her on the cheek in goodbye, and closed the car door.

Ichabod Academy, the resident school for all children born and raised inside of this town. It ran from first to twelfth grade, in several different buildings, and made for quite the large campus for the size of your town. The buildings looked quite dreary from the outside with its gray walls and glass doors, most of the lights inside still off.

It was comparable to the size of a small, inner-city university. Everyone knew everyone, for the better or worse.

You walked to the upperclassmen building, entered your first class, and lay your head on the desk.

Usually, you would be able to get at least four hours of sleep the night after a summoning, but last night you barely managed to achieve two.

Natalia...she wasn’t a bad person. She made mistakes, yes, but she was human above all.

“(Y/N)?” You heard someone gently ask. You pried your eyes open to see your best friend.

“Hey, Mana.” You yawned. “How did you sleep?”

“Better than you, clearly.” They snorted and dropped themselves into the seat in front of you. “I couldn’t believe...”

You watched them tiredly as they failed to speak their words. “I know.” You finally whispered back.

The teacher walked into the room with a student trailing behind her and you immediately sat up, warily eyeing them both. “Good morning, class. Today we have a new student, transferring from another section. Please introduce yourself.” She motioned.

As if he needed an introduction.

“Good morning, everyone. My name is Kim Jimin. I hope that we can get along and have a great year. Please take care of me.” He bowed slightly.

Your class chorused greetings and you balked slightly as you realized that the only empty seat was...

“You can take the seat next to Ms. (L/N). (Y/N), please raise your hand.”

You put your hand up and Jimin waltzed over to you with the biggest smile. He placed his bag on the floor next to the metal leg of the table. “Hello, seat mate. I hope we can get along.”

You sent a small smile his way--though it may have looked more like a grimace. “Yeah, me too.”

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The bell rang for the break and you immediately slammed your notebook shut and dropped your head onto the desk.

Jimin giggled at your side. “Did you not sleep well last night, (Y/N)?”

You groaned out a “no”.

Mana turned around slowly and gently poked at you. “It was emotionally taxing for both of us, I think.” They said and smiled at Jimin. “I’m Mana, (Y/N)’s close friend.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” He stated. “Emotionally taxing you say...may I ask why?”

You lifted your head. “Mana, and I used to be good friends with the tribu--girl who was chosen last night.” You quickly corrected yourself. “Then she got involved with this guy...”

“We told Natalia he was no good news, from the very beginning.” Mana interrupted. “But she insisted that he was different with her and kind to her. Then a couple of months into their relationship he has her smoking, drinking, sneaking out to have sex-”

“And it’s not that these things are bad,” you continued. “Like it was her life and she could do what she wanted as long as she was safe, you know? But she wasn’t like that at all before. To see such a drastic change...”

“Next thing you know, he’s spreading her private pictures across the entire campus.” Mana’s fist clenched and you put your hand on theirs to relieve the anger. “We tried to talk to him about her and he was always rude to us, dismissing us off-hand and insulting Natalia behind her back. (Y/N) tried to confront her about his behavior and Natalia fought her, saying she was just jealous of them.”

“After that, we lost touch with her.” You said. “But I would give anything to go back and speak to her, or just apologize.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Mana fumed.

“The power of Wylynne is divine and just.” Jimin commented as he stared at you and your friend, unblinking. “She must have taken Ms. Pierre into her celestial army to spare her from facing the punishment of her earthly crimes for the rest of her life. She always has a reason, after all.”

Mana looked at the table awkwardly. “Yes,” they said, “praise Wylynne.”

You nodded.

“(Y/N)?” Jimin looked at you expectedly. You weren’t familiar with the weight of his gaze, but you quickly learned it wasn’t something you were trying to get accustomed to.

“Praise Wylynne.” You said, flashing another grimace-smile.

Jimin’s eyes disappeared as he smiled and the bell rang, signaling the end of break.

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As the bell rang for lunch, Mana practically yanked your joint out of the socket with how quickly they wanted to leave the classroom. “Come on, we should try and get some food in is before next period.” On the way out, however, you couldn’t help but notice Jimin pulling out a plastic bag that contained a series of containers. There was one large plastic container that had what looked like a main meal, accompanied by four smaller containers that held side dishes.

Jimin sighed forlornly at the pile and you felt a touch of pity for him. Before Mana could drag you out the room completely, you tapped them, gesturing with your head at Jimin and making puppy dog eyes.

They sent you a look that clearly questioning your sanity, but you rolled your eyes in return, gesturing once more to Jimin. A couple of seconds of staring later, Mana allowed you to drag them back over to his desk.

“Hey Jimin,” you gently approached him, “why are you eating lunch in the classroom?”

“Oh...” his face drooped even more. “...My little brothers and I would always stay behind while everyone else left to go to the cafeteria. We found it uncomfortable to enter that place when everyone would just go quiet and speak around us in whispers....I guess it was just a force of habit.”

You nodded in sad understanding on the outside but sighed in the back of your head. Of course people would avoid them. The Kim children were abandoned out of fear and respect rather than any overt effort to ostracize them.

Before, Jimin was probably accustomed to eating with his brothers Taehyung and Jungkook, but this morning’s schedule and class adjustment ripped the three apart.

You put a hand on his desk, wanting to show comfort without crossing borders. “Well, Mana and I would love to get to know you better as a classmate, or friend... you’re welcome to sit with us if you want?”

Jimin’s eyes widened, glistening with moisture. He snapped his head up, cheeks rosy with a hopeful blush. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to intrude...”

“You’re not intruding! Come on, I’ll grab your bag for you.” Jimin rushed to pack up the containers. He took his bag from you with a smile. “Thank you both,” he whispered.

Walking through the relatively empty school halls with a Kim gave you a sense of confidence you didn’t need. You walked in a line, with you betwixt Mana and Jimin. All the students that saw you widened their eyes and bolted to the side to make way. It wasn’t because of you or Mana--you knew this--but the feeling made you uncomfortable.

It was powerful.

When you all arrived at the cafeteria, you tried to enter inconspicuously by piggybacking behind some tall classmates but it failed miserably. The moment Jimin was spotted, people indeed stopped talking and the room was engulfed in whispers.

You gently took Jimin by the elbow, smiling at him assuredly, and directed him towards your and Mana’s usual table. It was thankfully empty, so you put your bags down and took your wallets out.

“We’ll be right back, we’re just gonna go buy some food,” you stated, hearing chatter pick back up. Your best friend must have shot everyone their “mind your business” glare. Jimin nodded, neatly unpacking his lunch. Mana all but dragged you off.

“‘We’d love to get to know you better’? Seriously, (Y/N)! There’s a reason why people avoid the Kims! And you just openly invite one to our lunch table? Are you trying to become the next sacrifice?!” They harshly stage whispered.

“Come on, Mana,” you scoffed as you arrived at the lunch bar. “He’s been separated from his only brother in his class and trapped with a bunch of strangers. The least we could do is eat lunch with him. Don’t transfer the sins, or fear, of the parent to the child.”

Mana glared at you for a long while but eventually huffed out their agreement. “Fine.”

You payed for your food and walked back to the table where your new classmate was politely waiting. “Aw, you didn’t have to wait for us, but thanks!”

“Of course I had to! I should be the ones thanking you for being willing to sit and eat with me...” Jimin spoke ever so softly, looking down at the lunch table.

In this moment, it was easy to forget the fear that lingered from yesterday’s cold, dark night. It was easy to take the hand of the cherubic boy that sat before you and give it a reassuring squeeze. “Think nothing of it. We’re going to be doing this a lot more often, so please look forward to it!”

It was easy to forget the curve of his lip as he quickly hid an arrogant smirk, morphing it into his trademark angelic smile. “Yes, please take care of me!”

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Lunch was quite awkward, as it was the first time the three of you had spent a meal together. You and Mana were used to speaking about anything and everything during lunch. You both especially tackled controversial opinions concerning the Kims and their vice-like grip on the minds of those in this town.

Clearly, in this case, that would not have made for clever conversation.

Jimin saved the discussion by turning it towards school, questioning you both on your favorite classes and teachers. If he was able to tell how religiously liberal you were, he was excellent at hiding it.

He shared funny anecdotes of shenanigans he accomplished with his brothers, stories that had the three of you holding your stomachs in laughter.

For the most part, you and your friend were relieved. Jimin was not nearly as terrifying as some of his siblings.

Time passed swiftly and before you knew it, the warning bell sounded, prompting people to throw out the rest of their lunch and swarm through the doors.

You grabbed your and Mana’s tray, throwing the waste away as necessary and placing the trays on the counter, thanking the lunch lady that took them. Then you headed back towards the table, where the two awaited you.

Unlike the passageway that was fairly empty on your way towards the cafeteria, the halls were now teeming with students. They whispered non discreetly, taking glances at the three of you as you walked.

Mana grabbed your arm, letting Jimin go slightly in front as they pulled you back to whisper in your ear. “I could get used to the attention.”

They started snickered but yelped when you slapped their arm. “You wouldn’t be saying that for long. Think of how annoying the constant whispers would get. The Kims have to suffocate underneath all that attention.” You muttered back. Mana considered your words, eventually nodding their head in agreement.

Your best friend did not often have a gentle temperament. They would blow up at students fairly quickly--especially if they were whispering in their face.

The two of you reached the classroom, thanking Jimin as he held the door. Your classmates’ voices hushed and you internally sighed. If you hadn’t noticed their explicit cautiousness before, you definitely did now.

The teacher for the next lesson, Mrs. Hargrove, came in quickly after you, placing stacks of papers on their desk and shutting down conversation.

“Good afternoon, students. I hope everyone had a great lunch.” Mrs. Hargrove’s appearance looked a little more frazzled than usual as she pushed her frizzy hair behind her ears and smoothed down her skirt, but no one made a comment on it. “Today, we’re going to be making an adjustment to our syllabus. Rather than have you all complete individual projects and two tests for semester, I will be placing you in pairs where you will complete a much larger research project with only one test.”

Some of your classmates sighed in relief while others groaned, and you all erupted into conversations. You didn’t mind completing an individual project, but the stress of research and choosing the topic would weigh on you for a while.

Mana turned to you, dread written all over their face. “We’re going to have to research? Kill me now. What topic do you think we should choose?”

You giggle at their dramatic antics but are swiftly interrupted by the teacher. “Actually, Ms. Waye, Ms. (L/N) will be working with Mr. Kim here...as they are seat mates after all.” Mrs. Hargrove glanced over to Jimin, almost as if she were looking for something in his expression.

His face gave away nothing and he disregarded her with a stare.

Mana sneered at the teacher’s blatant disregard for their pronouns, but Mrs. Hargrove paid them no mind, eyes blown wide open as if she’d seen the devil himself. She turned away, stuttering.

“You w-will all be working with your seat mates. I don’t want you taking up any class time to fight over who will be your partner. Now that we have an even amount of students in our class, it settles everything quite nicely. As for the chosen topic, I want each pair to research and present on a certain mythological creature.”

You smiled apologetically at Mana, who pouted and turned around to talk to their partner.

Mrs. Hargrove walked back up to the front of the class, handing out the stacks of papers with the required information for the assignment.

“So, (Y/N),” Jimin calling your name broke your attention from the teacher and you looked over at him. “What creature do you think we should research?”

“I’m not sure...but I kind of wanted to talk about a more obscure creature. We could choose one that isn’t as highly discussed.” You said excitedly.

“That’s a good idea! I’m pretty sure my parents have some old books of lore in our library at home...we’d easily be able to find a creature that people don’t know about there. Would you want to come over and check them out?” Jimin offered.

You stared at him, grin slightly slipping. Going to the Kim household? Without your mother’s hand to hold, or reprimanding to keep you from doing something foolish? This would be completely different from meeting them in the woods and escaping to the safety of your home afterwards.

You’d be walking into the lions’ den of your own volition.

Jimin saw your hesitation and his face crumpled. “It’s fine if you don’t want to...I’d understand,” he muttered.

But seeing his crestfallen expression, you shook all the bad thoughts from your head. “No! It’s fine. I would love to come over...I just have to let my mom know.”

What is she going to do--say no? You thought to yourself, grimacing.

Jimin’s face broke out into the biggest smile you’d seen today. “Really? That’s great!” His cheeks were full in happiness and you felt immensely better.

You raised your hand, bringing Mrs. Hargrove over. “May I go make a quick phone call to my mother?”

She nods, glancing again at your partner. You wanted to extricate yourself from the strange atmosphere as soon as possible, so you shoved your phone in your pocket and trekked out into the hall.

You fully weren’t expecting your mother to answer, but she picked up after only a few rings. “Hello?”

“Hey Mom,” you said. “How’s everything at work?”

“Fine,” she said. “I can’t be on the phone for long--what’s up?”

“Would it be okay for me to go over to a classmate’s house for a school project? We were just assigned it and we need to do research. It’s a really big part of our grade this semester.”

She was silent for a moment. “Who is this classmate?”

“...Kim Jimin.”

You pulled the phone away from your ear and scanned your eyes up and down the hallway as your mother’s volume increased by multiple decibals.

“Yes, I know...He invited me to his house, he said his parents have books we can look into...yes, it’s necessary, unless you want my grades to drop!”

In your determination to placate your mother, you didn’t notice the classroom door opening, nor did you notice the shadow that lurked around the corner.

“Mom, we can’t exactly refuse...it’s just a school project, I’ll be fine!”

You sighed in exasperation as your mother launched off a series of directions, ordering you to text her every hour and watch your behavior around the Kims in her absence. After a string of “yes”, “I know”, and “I will”s, you hung up the phone, shaking your head.

You shoved the device in your pocket and hightailed it to the nearest bathroom, wanting to splash some water on your face before returning to class.

Jimin smirked at your retreating figure, taking his own phone out and tapping out a message. Once he received the response he was looking for, he tucked his phone away, brightened his facial expression, and opened the door to the classroom.

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The moment had finally arrived: the end of the school day.

Mana watched on pitifully as you packed your books away, Jimin standing patiently above you.

Perhaps it was a bit dramatic to feel so scared, but as far as you or Mana knew, this was the first time someone was (willingly) going over to the Kim’s house. And for something as simple as a school project, no less.

“Alright then...we’re off!” you told your best friend, swinging your bag over your shoulder and tugging them into a hug.

“Good luck on your project! Hope you guys find what you’re looking for,” Mana said, squeezing your midsection painfully tight. “See you tomorrow morning.” They smiled at Jimin, who acknowledged them with a small grin.

You nodded, stepping out from behind the desk and followed Jimin out the classroom.

As soon as he had one toe out the door, however, he was tackled by a blurry figure with neck length, curly, dark hair. Jimin, whose surprise quickly turned into glee, wrapped his arms around the figure. “Taehyungie!”

The sudden motion made you pause in the doorway, one breath away from knocking your head into Jimin’s back.

“I missed you today! I hate the fact that Mr. Burham made you switch classes--we always stick together!” Kim Taehyung pressed his face into Jimin’s neck, but you managed to hear the words he spoke. Jimin chuckled.

“We live together, Taehyung ah, we’d see each other regardless!”

Taehyung lifted his face from his brother’s neck, brittle brown eyes glancing up to meet yours. You felt intimidated by the loss of the sparkle they’d held, but raised a hand to smile and wave at him regardless. “Hi...”

“Oh, Tae! Let me introduce you two.” Jimin hauled his little brother off of him and pulled the two of you by the hand out the doorway so that other students could leave. “(Y/N), this is Taehyung, one of my younger brothers. Tae, this is (Y/N). Mrs. Hargrove assigned us a project on a mythological creature and she’s my partner, so she’ll be coming home with us today to start research.”

You stood against the wall, a polite smile on your face. Taehyung was staring at you with a deadpan expression on his face, assessing you. You didn’t know much about the qualifications of this test, but you assumed it was crucial that you passed it.

All too quickly, his face broke out into a large grin and he swept you into his arms. You grunted at the force with which he pressed you into his chest. “Nice to meet you, (Y/N)!”

“Um, nice to meet you too...”

“Tae, you can’t just touch her without her permission!” Jimin pulled Taehyung off of you, smiling apologetically. You waved it off, gaping at both of them as they rehashed their day for the other.

The two brothers chatted happily, arms around each other’s shoulders as they ambled through the halls and out the front door of the school. Students sent you scandalized glances as you trailed behind them, but you were too busy updating your mother to pay attention. When you finally looked up, you saw Jimin and Taehyung leading you to a large, sleek, black van.

Is this what getting abducted in broad daylight feels like?

But you recognized this car. This was the Kim’s family car, driven by a hired professional to take their five children to school and back. You’d seen it many a times in the morning with your mother.

Students whispered as the three juniors approached the vehicle while you cautiously eyed the three figures that stood in front of it.

Kim Jungkook, the school’s most talented freshman. He’d already made high marks in all of the clubs he’d joined, with special attention to the music and sports club. He was so talented in boxing that the Kims, already large beneficiaries of the school, had given the director the money to start and finance the new boxing club.

Kim Hoseok, the captain of the dance team with an academic prowess that was second to only one person in the whole school. He’d taken your school dance team to nationals and, although very kind to the general student body, it was not lost on everyone how exhausted the members of his team would be in competition season. No one in after school activities could forget the sound of him sounding out beats or barking orders through the halls during rehearsals.

And finally, Kim Namjoon. The president of the Association for the Student Body and resident academic genius. He’d held the top scores for every class he’d been in since freshman year. The school trophy case was jokingly nicknamed “Namjoon’s Bureau” after the amount of awards that had his name on them.

Never would you have guessed that you would be meeting not one, but all five of the Kim siblings--on the same day, no less.

“Oh ho, Jiminie,” Hoseok teased as you approached, ruffling his little brother’s hair. “Who’s this?”

Be still, my beating heart--

“Hello! I’m (Y/N), a classmate of Jimin’s. It’s nice to meet you all.” You greeted them with a sharp, but quick bow.

“We were assigned a project to research a mythological creature.”Jimin clung to Namjoon by the arm while he and Jungkook were busy staring at you. “Namjoon hyung, would you help us find the books Dad once showed us in the library? The ones with all the lore and stories?”

On the outside, this felt like a normal day of being introduced to an acquaintance’s family members.

On the inside, however, you were reminded of the purple flames that stole Natalia’s existence from this mortal plane in mere seconds every time you looked one of the older Kim siblings in the eyes.

Jungkook merely looked curious, doe eyes wide in surprise. But Namjoon...

Even though they were adopted, Namjoon held the same crazed, righteous look in his eyes that Kim Moonsik would have whenever he announced the next tribute for Wylynne’s army.

“I’d be happy to find them for you guys,” Namjoon grinned at you.

You “smiled” back.

That was a grimace...that was a definitely a grimace. You seriously needed to work on your facial expressions around them.

Hoseok opened the car door, sliding into the very back with Jungkook and Taehyung while Jimin leapt for the window seat. This left you between him and his older brother, and you fought the urge to groan aloud.

Once inside the car, Namjoon alerted the driver that everyone was present and the man took off without another word. While he was distracted, you lowered your phone brightness and updated your mother again on your location.

“So, (Y/N), how was your day?” You jerk your head up and turn towards the voice, Hoseok questioning you while still wearing that ear-splitting grin.

“It was alright! I met Jimin this morning and then we attended classes and lunch...” you said, fiddling with the power button on your phone.

Hoseok and Taehyung continued to ask you a few more questions, like your favorite color and artists, about your classes and any future career plans. Jimin would cut in every so often with a statement or question of his own, and Jungkook and Namjoon simply watched on quietly as the conversation took place.

You leaned your head on the space between the headrests of the seats, tilting it to the right. You thought this morning’s fatigue had been chased away by the excitement of the day, but it was actually resting, lying in wait for the moment where you would put your guard down.

As much as you wanted to avoid it, the rumbling of the AC and comfort provided by the plush, leather seats caused the background noise in the car to fade before disappearing completely.

Jungkook seemed to be the only one to notice your breathing slow. “She’s asleep.”

Any and all conversation that had been taking place shut down immediately as they all gazed at your figure.

At some point in your sleep, you started to shiver from the temperature of the AC. Jungkook quickly peeled off his school sweater and handed it to Jimin, who pouted slightly as he draped it over your form.

They watched the slow rise and fall of your chest and listened to the soft breathing noises you let out in your sleep. The world outside was forgotten, and for a few, precious moments it was only you and them.

And if all went according to plan, soon it would be much, much longer than a few precious moments. Their world would only consist of you and them, all of them, for the rest of time.

#cult au #bts cult au #yandere bts x reader #yandere bts au #bts x reader #yandere bts #yandere jung hoseok #yandere kim taehyung #yandere kim namjoon #yandere kim seokjin #yandere park jimin #yandere min yoongi #Yandere jeon jungkook #x reader #religious au #high school au #college au #ot7 x reader #poly ot7

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self-shipyard · 3 years ago

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"I Will (Pt. 4): The Ceremony" - A Self-Ship Wedding Fic

SYNOPSIS: The final part of a special, four-part fic in which, after what felt like forever, the ceremony finally begins.

Word Count: 1770

CW: Wedding Fluff, Emotional Bursts, Crying

Tag List: @guthound, @danieladimitrescu, @puppyships, @ava-ships, @awesomedanganronpaconfessions, @sinners-call-me-baby, @reigenhusband, @that-autistic-team-skull-grunt, @noellojello, @somethingscarlet13, @spookymasonjar, @vanityloves, @valor-selfships

Note: I left an extra something at the bottom of this work. I will likely post it separately later on, but for now, I hope you enjoy the final leg of the journey. And thank you for coming along with us. ❤

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4

Everyone in the chapel watched quietly as Pesci skipped a little down the aisle and scattered white rose petals along the aisle, being careful not to step on any of them on his way over.

Ghiaccio watched him too, with all the intensity of a hawk.

It wasn't something he could help; Pesci's presence meant for certain that Lumaca could walk in at any minute now, and that made his heart somehow race even faster.

Any minute now, the love of his life will be marrying him.

Any minute now…

Pesci passed by the front of the altar, making sure to give the groom a smile and a thumbs-up gesture before taking his place, which was next to Risotto, who was sure to give him a little pat on the back for a job well done, and behind Melone, who quickly noticed how even tenser Ghiaccio had become.

“Take some breaths, Ghiaccio,” he whispered to him. “We don’t need you passing out right in front of God and everyone, alright?”

Ghiaccio turned and gritted his teeth at his attempt at humor.

“I’m not going to pass out,” he whisper-shouted back. “I’m not just going to forget how to breathe because of my nerves, damn it.”

“Well see… Just keep your breath steady, alright?”

“I…” he gulped in an attempt to steady his emotions. “I’ll try… But-.”

“All rise for the entrance of the bride,” the pastor’s voice suddenly filled the chapel.

Ghiaccio’s head instantly whipped around to face the door, eyes widened and beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

The brief moment of silence that followed as everyone focused on the entryway did nothing to ease his nerves. What was in turn a few seconds felt like long hours to him. It dawned on him that his entire world really was about to change, and it couldn’t seem to happen fast enough.

At long last, the doors drifted opened.

In the doorway stood Lumaca, her right arm linked into Prosciutto’s left, and her left-hand clutching onto the bouquet of white roses. Her dress just barely touched the floor and her veil shrouded her face, though it wasn’t hard to see that her eyes were on the ground, as though she were bracing herself.

Everyone in the room felt a sense of awe upon seeing the bride, but none so more than the groom did. In that moment, he even forgot how to breathe.

As she made her way down the aisle, she looked up to meet his gaze from across the room, and time held its breath for them.

If gazes could speak, theirs would tell the whole world of how in love with each other they felt. Theirs would tell those memories they held so fondly. Theirs would tell how their souls had been craving this even before they met.

They held that gaze up until she was in arms reach of him. This was when he stretched out his hand to her and she took it into her own hand, releasing herself from the arm of her father figure at the same time.

There they stood facing the altar, hand in loving hand.

The pastor walked to his place in front of them, the ceremonial script in his hands. As soon as everyone had taken their seats once again, he opened the script book and began to read from it

“Dearly beloved,” he began. “Friends, family, fellow man… We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two spirits. Today, two hearts will become one in the act of matrimony…”

The words faded into the background for the bride and the groom.

They were too lost in each other’s eyes to really notice what was being said. In comparison to the pastor’s voice, the love that they felt between them was loud and joyous even though there was only a calm, understanding quietness between them. It was even so loud that it deafened Prosciutto’s voice as he read through the ceremony reading, though they could hear each word within their hearts.

“A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for who we’re pretending to be. Each unveils the best part of the other. No matter what else goes wrong around us, with that one person we’re safe in our own paradise…”

After letting the last word echo throughout the room, Prosciutto gave a short bow and returned to the bride’s side of the altar with the bridesmen. Lumaca briefly came out of her lovesick trance to give him a little smile that he was quick to return.

Sorbet held out his hand so he could hold on to her bouquet for the next part.

“Thank you,” the pastor said. “Will the bride and the groom face one another for the pledge of intent?”

Now it was Ghiaccio’s turn to come out of his trance. When he heard those words, he blinked and made a low, started noise before quickly facing his bride with his hands enveloping hers.

She faced him too, eyes locked onto his and fingers stroking at his palm as an act of reassurance.

The pastor looked down at his script, pausing for a second to read the names of the couple. Their real names were there, though according to the notes, they had requested to be called “Lumaca” and “Ghiaccio” for the verbal parts of the ceremony. Confused, but not deterred, he continued.

“Ghiaccio ,” he addressed the groom. “Do you take Lumaca to be your lawfully wedded wife, to share your life openly, standing with her in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, in hardships and in ease, to cherish and love forever more? If so, say I will.”

Without any hesitation, he responded, “I will.”

“Lumaca ,” the pastor turned to the bride next. “Do you take Ghiaccio to be your lawfully wedded husband, to share your life openly, standing with him in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, in hardships and in ease, to cherish and love forever more? If so, say I will.”

She was also quick to respond with “I will.”

With a subtle hand motion, the pastor gestured for Sorbet and Melone to present the rings to the pair, who both turned to their respective person to take hold of their spouse’s beautifully crafted piece of silver.

“Now,” he announced. “The bride and the groom will present their vows and rings to one another.”

Taking that as his cue, Ghiaccio held out his left hand to her with the ring cradled in his right. As soon as she slipped her left hand into it, he looked into her eyes. She could feel his hand tremble and could see his eyes had become misty.

He took a deep breath and began to recite his vows.

“I will always spend every moment with you, because every second lives in my heart. I will always nurse you back to health, because I live to see you thrive. I will always celebrate your victories, because you are my greatest pride. I will always give you my shoulder to cry on, because I want to be your rock. I will always try to make you smile, because it lights up my whole world. I will always cherish you as my…”

He paused, his breath hitching softly.

“I will always cherish you as my… wife, because… Because-!”

Suddenly, Ghiaccio’s body hunched over and his forehead pressed against her knuckles.

She froze as a worried pang clenched at her heart. This worry was shared with the observing crowd, causing small gasps and murmurs. However, before she could say or do anything, the room fell silent as his voice let out a choked sob. She felt his tears landing against her hand.

It made the tears she had been trying to hold back for so long started to roll down her cheeks.

After a quiet moment of sobbing, he lifted his head back up to look at her. His lips trembled and his face had turned red. Tears still streamed down his face, but he swallowed down his sobs and gave her a soft smile.

“Because you are the one who completes me…”

She covered her mouth with the back of her right hand, letting it get wet with her tears as she used it to quiet her sobs and hold his ring at the same time. That’s all she could do as he carefully slipped the ring onto her left hand.

Hesitantly, she pulled her left hand away and turned it over for him to place his own left hand on top of, which he did while the rest of his tears fell.

Now it was her turn to say her vows. Never once taking her eyes off of him, she took a breath and started to say them.

“Your love is like a lighthouse; it protects me and guides me through the dark. So, I promise to be your keeper; I will always care for you and keep your light shining. Your heart is like fire; burning wildly and spreading your flames into mine. So, I promise to be your water; I will always ease your heart's flame when it gets too high. Your soul is like the ocean waves; you hold many beautiful wonders to show me. So, I promise to be your boat; I will always belong to you and bring your beauty to the light."

She closed her eyes for a brief second, sniffling and letting more tears fall from her eyes. Her voice broke as she finished her vows.

"You are my muse and my motivation… you inspire me even when my hope is lost. So, I… I promise to be your wife; I will always love you and treasure you."

He watched her, eyes wide and filled with tears. He bit down on his lip to stop himself from weeping, which he almost broke down to do the second he felt her slip the silver ring onto his left finger.

Their hands enveloped into each other, their palms feeling the rings on each other’s finger.

“By the power vested in me,” the pastor announced. “And by those in witness of their union, I pronounce you as man and wife.”

Warm smiles spread across their lips and their eyes shone with joyful tears.

At last...

“Congratulations. You may kiss.”

...

#❄soft snow (lumaghia)❄#⛵sal's writing #❄soft snow wedding❄#self ship #self shipping #self shipping content #self shipping community #romantic f/o #self ship wedding

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accidental-ducky · 6 years ago

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Like Fire in Your Blood--pt 1

He walks through the halls and doesn’t even realize he has a destination in mind until he stops outside of a closed door and his fingers are grazing the cold wood. His claws itch to come out, but he stamps down on the urge to wrench the door from its hinges and throw it with a raw cry of pain.

“That was Scott’s room.” Stiles nearly jumps out of his skin, too absorbed in his thoughts to hear the ‘wolf approaching. “He was my second-born.” Stiles meets Peter’s gaze over his shoulder but can’t quite meet his stare. It doesn’t matter anyway since Peter’s gaze is focused on the door with something like desperation making his lips twitch.

“But he wasn’t your baby, was he? Not your youngest.”

“No.” Peter’s eyes flick to the room directly across the hall and Stiles can recall a little girl’s laughter as she dances around her room with an older boy that had some serious eyebrows. “Don’t ever go in there. It’s not for you.”

“Of course.”

You can also read it on Ao3 here.

XXI

Stiles remembers the thrill of his first ride, the way clouds burst like droplets of water against his cheeks and wind howled in his ears like wolves. He isn’t even scared of the specters surrounding him, green and translucent and wicked. He isn’t scared because he has his mother right behind him, arms around him with nimble fingers clutching at the reigns. His blood sings in his veins as they gallop through the stars, searching for any lost souls for the Hunt to claim as theirs.

The horses turn as one when a dazzling silver light shoots up into the sky, like a group of embers after a piece of wood collapses. Stiles can’t hold back his laugh when they dive, hoofs connecting with a dirt path that leads into dense woods. He knows without having to look that this is Beacon Hills, the information zipping into his head straight from his mother. This is Hale property and there’s a man lying half-dead near a ravine.

It doesn’t take long to reach the man with a soul like silver, the Hunt surrounding him in a tight circle of Fae horses. Stiles slips down off his mother’s horse and moves closer to the ravine, looking down to try and make out the tiny river at its bottom while his family claims the soul.

He never notices the first of the hunters until he’s got a hand at the back of his neck that’s wrenching him to his feet with enough speed to make him dizzy. “Mama,” he cries out, instinctive. Claudia’s head snaps up, the rest of the Hunt following suit with low rumbles that make Stiles’s bones vibrate.

“Have the Fair Folk learned nothing,” the hunter asks, voice rough and too loud. “You should never bring your young out before they can defend themselves.”

“Your code doesn’t let you kill children.” Claudia’s voice is firm as she takes a step forward, commanding like she talks to her riders.

“No, I suppose not.” Other hunters are coming out now, and Stiles can’t help the way he’s shaking when he realizes his family is outnumbered. Even the Wild Hunt know better than to underestimate humans when they’re all riled up like this. Hunters are cold the way most humans aren’t, Stiles is almost convinced that they’re bred that way. “Adults, however, are free game.”

“We haven’t killed any innocents.” And Stiles knows that tone, is intimately familiar with it; it covers her happy kill-you-with-kisses voice with a layer of ice so thick Stiles is half-convinced the words should be visible.

“And what about poor Alec there?” The hunter uses his free hand to gesture at the corpse, its skin waxy in the moonlight, eyes glazed like marbles. There’s bruising over his heart where hands had reached in and taken his soul, above that is a gash where his throat had been savagely torn open. “Was he not innocent?”

“He was already well past saving, Gerard. You and your men saw to that.”

“Oh no, that wasn’t my work.”

“It was mine.” It’s a small voice, feminine, as two children appear from the greenery. The one that spoke is a little girl that looks around nine, harsher than the older boy that keeps a protective hand on her shoulder. The boy doesn’t fit in with the other hunters, Stiles can see the faint wisps of his soul behind his heart, silver-gold and vibrant instead of dull. It’s not a pure thing even at twelve, but it’s not the soul of a true sinner yet.

“My Katie is a natural, isn’t she?” Stiles can hear the pride in the old man’s voice, sees the way the girl puffs her chest out while her brother stiffens. “Christopher, would you like to make the first kill?” There’s a bow in his hand and a full quiver strapped to his back, but the blond boy gives a jerky shake of his head.

“I’ll do it, Daddy.” And she does, there’s no hesitation as she raises her own bow and fires a silver-tipped arrow into the ghostly crowd. The rider makes a choked noise and drops to their knees, grasping at the shaft only to have their fingers sizzle when they make contact. “Rowan wood, silly. So beasts like you can’t heal around it.”

The Hunt is riled up just as much as the hunters now, growls and hisses filling the air only to be cut short as more arrows fly. Everything seems to happen too fast for Stiles to comprehend, a blur of greens and silvers until the Hunt is bolting into the sky with three dead left behind on the ground.

“Remember this lesson if nothing else, boy,” Gerard says, breath sour as he bends down to hiss into Stiles’s ear. “You are a monster, a foul thing that belongs in hell, and I’ll let Kate hunt you down the next time you come within a mile of Beacon Hills.” He shoves Stiles away from him and urges his children back through the woods, Christopher sending one last glance over his shoulder before the bright Autumn leaves hide him.

Stiles is left alone with only the corpses for company, his mother lying limp on the ground with green smoke slowly curling from her body. She did well with her human guise, but it falls away now and glassy eyes stare up at the full moon.

And Stiles howls.

XXII

Stiles is raised solely by his father after that, a Reaper that’s dedicated to his job and doesn’t spend nearly enough time with his son. Stiles is loved, though, he knows it in his bones that his father would die for him if need be.

Stiles doesn’t ever plan on watching someone he loves be murdered again.

XXIII

Gerard Argent is hard to track down considering he’s human, but Stiles finds him when he’s gone gray and sickness is eating at his body. He’s lying in bed as Stiles comes into his room, out of his mind on laudanum and God only knows what else. It doesn’t matter to Stiles, only the fear that lights up the old man’s eyes does.

“Remember me, Hunter,” he asks, low and even. It’s cold in a way his mother couldn’t manage, hard enough to make the old man’s body jerk violently in an attempt to get off the bed. Stiles is faster and he’s on Gerard in a single leap, pinning the human to the bed with ease.

“Faerie,” he growls, teeth bared in a wolfish display of hatred.

“Not quite.” Stiles lets his eyes flare golden and blue ones go wide in fear and realization. Stiles hates blue eyes, they make his stomach roil and anger burn in his veins like fire. “I’m a Demon, a half-breed of powerful parents.” He sits up, straddling the old man’s thighs so he can pull up his shirt and reveal his Mark. It’s simple compared to others he’s seen, crossed scythes inside a golden circle that glows faintly.

“It’s not possible. The Fair Folk can’t breed with other species.”

“Reapers are technically part of that species, Gerard. That’s what my dad is, a Reaper.” Stiles laughs low in his throat, almost sub-vocal as he grins down at the hunter. Too many teeth, too feral and unhinged to be considered gleeful. “He was pretty angry when he found out you made me watch my mother being killed.”

“I imagine he’ll be furious when I kill you then.” Stiles’s grin falls away as he grabs up one of the bottles on the nightstand. He knows what’s in there, that it’s becoming more and more popular with the rich and poor alike. Opium, the humans call it, deadly if too much is used.

“How much of this do you take? I know it can kill humans, but that’s about it.” Faeries liked opium as much as any other species, they use it for the young ones when they can’t sleep or get sick. It doesn’t kill them, just numbs them to the world and allows them peace for a few blessed days.

“Get off of me. Christopher!” Stiles uncorks the vial and pours out a dab of murky brown liquid on his finger, studying it in candlelight. It smells disgusting to his oversensitive nose, but it looks red in the light, almost like blood. “Christopher!”

“Did you know one of my little powers is to grant wishes? Not like the Djinn do, I mostly deal with anyone who has a grudge against hunters. I wonder why that is.” It’s sarcastic and Gerard sneers at it despite the pain that makes him shake. “Want a taste?” He holds out his finger, rubbing it over Gerard’s lips.

“You little bastard! I’m going to take my time with you, you’ll stay alive just long enough for me to cut your father’s throat.” And that? That’s not going to happen. Stiles grabs Gerard’s jaw and forces his mouth to stay open, dumping the vial’s contents straight down his throat. His eyes flare again and Gerard swallows on instinct, then grunts when he realizes his mistake.

It’s almost funny watching it happen; pupils contract to pinpricks, vomit bubbling up in his throat and going back down as he swallows convulsively. It takes longer than Stiles originally thought, it’s messy and smells awful.

Stiles stands up and goes over to the window, opening it enough to get a breeze inside so the smell doesn’t make him sick. It’s a sweet scent, like old candy left out in sunlight for too long. Gerard is gurgling on the bed, trying to roll onto his side and not quite succeeding. Christopher comes in just seconds later, dressed in his night clothes with his blond hair mussed and gaze hazy.

In the bed, Gerard’s breathing goes ragged and then stops entirely.

“You didn’t actively participate so I won’t kill you,” Stiles tells the younger hunter. He’s a man now, probably in his late twenties and married if the gold band on his finger means anything. Handsome too, with a stubbled jaw and muscles that would make a lesser man swoon. “You didn’t try to stop your father either.” Christopher’s jaw clenches and Stiles can almost hear his teeth grinding. “You can clean up his last mess as repentance.”

XXIV

Stiles gets used to being summoned and he even accepts some contracts once every few years, but none of them are truly interesting. Gold, love, and drugs are what most summoners want and Stiles finds himself wishing for the old days when people summoned the Fair Folk for good harvests and the life of a loved one near death. His mother lived for those requests.

(always demand a price, my little mischief. otherwise these humans will get too greedy. but what about others, mama? the supernatural ones? everything comes with a price. don’t do anything for free even if they’re unhuman)

XXV

Stiles is a fox when he encounters Werewolves for the first time; an adult and his pup out in the woods to observe the wildlife. The young one is crouched low, brown eyes wide as he takes in the small colony of rabbits not far from where Stiles is hiding. The adult is the one that spots him and Stiles darts away, tail flicking back and forth lazily.

He has blue eyes, that ‘wolf, and Stiles feels sick.

XXVI

Stiles is growing bored in his long life when he’s summoned again, the darkness of his realm a comforting thing that lets him hide in his other skin. There’s a Werewolf waiting for him there, burned and angry and wishing hard enough to make Stiles’s head spin. Calmness spreads through him slowly, though, this realm suiting his rage and easing the pain of loss if only a little.

He’s pretty in the way that most Weres are, no delicate façade on this one even before he was ravaged by fire. Stiles moves closer, just a couple of feet, and he studies the fresh scars and the Alpha spark that turns the man’s soul a bright, pulsing crimson. Stiles wants to see those eyes opened, the power that drives him.

“Who are you,” Stiles asks, curious. The ‘wolf’s head snaps in Stiles’s direction, not expecting for his call to be answered. His eyes are closed, but Stiles is kind enough to project the images of what he would see. Only Stiles can open his eyes here, only he truly belongs in this realm of frigid cold and void. “Why does a ‘wolf summon me?”

“Revenge.” His voice is hoarse, throat still healing after breathing in acrid smoke for almost an hour. The scent clings to him, like a second skin he can’t quite shed.

“That’s all anyone ever wants.” Stiles moves closer to him, letting his fur caress blistered flesh to give it some relief. No one should hurt here, not with unimaginable loss like this man is. This is a place for healing, a place for wishes. “What makes you so special?”

“Nothing, I’m sure. But I’ll pay whatever price you demand. I’ll give you anything.”

“What if I want the soul of your firstborn?” The man goes rigid and it’s agony that etches its way into the lines of his face, claws raking through the air as they shoot out from previously blunt nails. Stiles knows that reaction well, the anger singing in the man’s heart, but he laughs all the same to break up the pain clouding the air. “Relax, ‘wolf, the souls of children are hardly interesting. Besides, you have that particular scent of loss that means your firstborn has already passed. What was its name?”

“Jackson.” The name passes his lips on a broken sob, the sound of a man that’s lost everything that he’s ever cared about. It makes Stiles think of twenty-four years ago when the same sound made his throat raw, brown eyes stuck on the rowan wood shaft sticking out of his mother’s chest until his father showed up and carried him away. “His name was Jackson and he was just murdered by hunters along with the rest of my pack.” Stiles’s tail flicks before he can stop it, anger flooding him and leaving a sour taste in his mouth.

“You want revenge on those hunters?” Stiles doesn’t mean to phrase it as a question since he already knows the answer, knows the outcome. Hunter blood is something Stiles loves to watch flow in the streets and he’s heard of a particular hunter that enjoys setting fires. “I’ll help you.”

“What’s your price in return?” Stiles lets a claw run along the thin skin beneath the man’s eye on the unburnt side of his face, watching in fascination as the red line heals just as quickly as Stiles makes it.

“This I’ll do for free. Hunters killed my mother and I take a special sort of glee in watching the life leave their eyes.”

He uses his magic now, feeling it flow through his body like water as it douses the phantom flames that licks up the ‘wolf’s side. The darkness of his realm is slowly replaced with starlight, tiny pinpricks of light against an endless sky that’s nothing compared to how moonlight makes this man’s face look a marble carving from ancient times.

“You need to wake up, ‘wolf. Open those pretty red eyes for me.” The man’s eyes open with a flutter of curled lashes, the vivid red of an Alpha that slowly fades to a blue that almost makes Stiles regret this contract. Eye color doesn’t determine loyalty, though, and Stiles knows he has his own issues to work out. “What’s your name? I can’t exactly call you ‘wolf for however long this takes.”

“Peter Hale.”

XXVII

“Can you heal my scars?”

“No.”

“You can’t or you won’t?”

“I can only give you your revenge, ‘wolf, not physical perfection.”

XVIII

Peter Hale craves touch that Stiles can’t freely give. He notices the way Peter’s fingers twitch as though to reach out and pull Stiles closer, the way he leans closer into whatever gesture of kindness the Demon allows. Stiles gets it, Peter is touch-starved and ‘wolves are tactile, but Stiles just…. Isn’t.

Foxes are mostly solitary by nature, it’s literally ingrained into Stiles’s instincts to shy away from pack behavior, but he’s trying. He’ll touch when Peter looks like he’s about to fall to pieces, remembers the little touches his dad would give him when Stiles was still a child that helped to ground him back in reality. Little things, but not often and not lingering.

Peter seems like he has an understanding of that, he doesn’t try to force any touches which Stiles is thankful for. There are nights, though, that Stiles wonders what Peter’s stubble will feel like against his fingers. He even goes so far as to perch on the edge of the hotel bed and stretches out his fingers, but then Peter’s eyes will open and the blue of them always makes Stiles think of bad things.

(you are a monster, a foul thing that belongs in hell, and i’ll let kate hunt you down the next time you come within a mile of beacon hills)

Stiles shakes his head and goes back to the window, looking out over the deserted streets of the town and the lone figure that prowls over rooftops with the curved metal of his scythe flashing under the starlight.

“Are you okay,” Peter asks, sitting up with the heavy blankets pooling around his waist. His chest is bare to Stiles’s gaze, a faint smattering of hair that’s the same dark blond on Peter’s head. “Stiles?” His eyes can’t quite meet the blue ones, but he nods an affirmation and goes back to watching his dad protect the territory the Stilinskis claimed before the Argents were ever conceived.

There’s a rustle of cloth and then snores that are just loud enough to keep Stiles from being lost in his past. If nothing else, he can appreciate that.

XXIX

Stiles is pretty sure that his father is worried. He’s pretty sure because the Reaper is currently pacing around the sitting room and ranting about how a certain Werewolf needs to work on controlling his temper on occasion. Peter, for his part, is lounging in a chair near the window, turned so that his left side is facing the others.

“You’re lucky the Viscount is too scared to retaliate,” John snarls, spinning on his heel and wagging a finger at Peter. “You can’t just hang men over a balcony by their feet! What the hell were you thinking?”

“That he shouldn’t press up against young ladies without their consent.” The tirade dries right up and Stiles has to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. Peter sees that he’s gotten the upper hand and straightens in his seat. “I’ll bet Raeken will remember what I did to him every time he looks at the Tate girl.”

“He’ll also remember that she goes for the eyes,” Stiles adds, grinning. Malia Tate was a sight to behold, all wild energy and bared teeth as she launched herself at Viscount Raeken as soon as Peter had the leach back on his feet.

John sighs and drops into a chair of his own, raking fingers through his short-shorn hair. Stiles used to keep his hair short like that, but he likes to fiddle with it when he’s stressed and that works better when it’s long.

“Alright,” John sighs after a long while, blue eyes wary. “Alright, fine, Raeken deserved all the threats and he’s lucky that Malia didn’t tear his throat out with her teeth. Can the two of you at least promise me not to go around looking for trouble?” Peter and Stiles share a look, gazes meeting from across the room and a silent conversation passing between them. It’s a new thing, this exchange of looks and eyebrow signals, but it makes something inside of Stiles start to thaw.

From the way that John slumps in his chair, it’s pretty clear that he understands the trouble won’t end until Kate’s blood is staining the ground.

XXX

The newly rebuilt Hale House is a sight to behold, reminding Stiles of the old human fairy tales his mother would tell him on cold nights. There are no turrets or moats, but it’s refined like he always imagined castles to be, silence laying harshly against stone and wood alike. It’s too big, too quiet, and Stiles thinks of the boy that freed him from a trap in the woods.

(i’ll take care of you until you can walk again, don’t worry. my father says we shouldn’t name wild animals, but i think you look like a travesura)

“But he wasn’t your baby, was he? Not your youngest.”

“Of course.”

(my name is scott, but everyone here calls me scotty. aunt talia says i might get to be alpha when i grow up because i carry an ember in my chest right behind my heart)

“Do you want to talk about him? My father says that’s supposed to help you process your grief.” Peter’s shoulders go rigid and his claws shoot out to rip through a leg of his trousers. “It didn’t do me much good, but I just wanted the offer on the table. Free of charge, as always.” Stiles moves past Peter and heads out to the plot of land on the east side of the house where a garden will be created. Stiles remembers a dark-haired woman working out here for hours, cheeks red in a sunburn that heals over and over again, smile bright as she calls for her baby girl to stop terrorizing Cora.

Stiles remembers.

XXXI

W płatkach herbacianej róży Calineczka śpi Nawet przemęczony świerszczyk Zasnął w trakcie gry.

XXXII

There’s a day between hunter deaths when Stiles meets a young ‘were named Brett, beautiful and lazy and everything that Stiles isn’t. His movements are graceful and his muscles ripple beneath his tailored clothes and Stiles wants to study him for hours. Brett catches his gaze and smiles, predatory or promising, Stiles can’t decide which.

Stiles smiles back.

XXXIII

Chimeras, Stiles decides after a decidedly ungraceful face-plant, are cheating assholes. Mason Hewitt, despite the big brown eyes and innocent smile, is chief among them. Evil. Pain in the ass. Rude. Stiles will think of some more adjectives when Kira stops her cackling and his broken nose finishes healing.

“It was Kate,” said asshole is currently shouting. “Kate set the fire!” Stiles remembers hard blue eyes filled with hate and glee in equal measures, remembers the rowan wood shaft sticking out of his mother’s chest as she fades to vapor and drifts away on the breeze.

“You’re sure,” Peter asks, voice hitching in his throat for just a moment.

“Positive, Alpha.” There’s a pleased rumble and then Peter’s coming down the stairs, sending the Demon sprawled on the floor an amused look.

“Is there something you’d like to tell Stiles, Mason?”

Mason glances over at Stiles, looks him dead in the eye, and smirks. “I thought Demons were supposed to be graceful, Stiles. Falling over the second-floor railing is something a human might do.” He tsks and walks over to where his mate is currently howling with laughter, Liam’s grin bright as he leans on Kira for support.

Assholes, the lot of them.

XXXIV

Stiles wakes to the sound of Latin being chanted, an old summoning ritual that forces him away from the window seat where he’d been watching the Hunt circle through the sky on phantom horses. He’s not even fully aware that he’s moving until he’s in the entrance hall and kneeling in front of a human. The man is tall and lanky, not particularly attractive even by human standards with pale green eyes and a sheen of sweat making his forehead glisten in the moonlight.

“That amulet doesn’t belong to you,” Stiles rasps out, brown eyes glued to the amethyst stone swinging in a shaky hand. It belonged to his mother, taken when she was nearly killed by a group of hunters when Stiles was too small to ride with her and the others. She got away with her life, but the necklace had been ripped from her throat. Stiles has an idea of who that hunter was.

“It does for tonight,” the man says, then continues to chant. Stiles feels the magic weaving around him tightly, compressing his chest until he can only manage weak pants and pained whimpers. This isn’t going to kill him, that’s not the point of this new spell, it’s a banishment; back to his realm, to the cold and the void where no one can find him unless their wishes are meaningful.

A growl sounds behind him, making his bones vibrate and something in his belly unfurl in warmth. The man, for his part, just straightens his shoulders and chants faster, the sudden burst of pain making Stiles’s back arch with a wheezed cry.

“Come any closer and I’ll banish him back to hell.”

“Do him anymore harm and I’ll feed you your own heart,” Peter says, a promise delivered calmly. Stiles can imagine the way Peter’s eyes have bled to crimson, the violence hiding just under the surface behind his human face. “Who are you?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Why are you here?”

“Clearing a debt.” His sweat is soaking into his clothes now, permeating the room with a foul stench of unwashed skin and withdrawal. He’s an addict, but a smart addict since he keeps chanting just enough that Stiles can’t lash out. He wants to tear the man apart for this pain, for holding Claudia’s necklace like he has any right.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“Yes, I do! She said I’d stay alive if I got rid of your pet Demon!” The man swallows hard enough that Stiles can hear his throat click, like some awful confession had just rolled off his tongue when they all knew who sent him this entire time. Who else would send an addict to do their dirty work? Kate fucking Argent is going to pay.

“You don’t have to do this, Adrian. She can’t get you here.” Peter’s voice is all soft and sweet, reasonable in a way that Stiles has never heard it. It reminds him of the Leprechauns that can talk people out of taking their gold, talk them into deals that hold no benefit for the humans and grim amusement for the Fair Folk.

“That’s not…. I can’t—”

“Just stop the spell, Adrian. We can all walk away from this.” Adrian’s eyes begin to cloud over and his shoulders relax, the amulet falling to the ground with the soft sound of crystal against wood. “No one ever need know.”

Stiles is sucking in deep gulps of air the second the spell is broken, too weak to hold himself upright and falling to the side. Strong arms catch him before he can hit the ground, though, cradling him against a broad, warm chest. The touch isn’t something that Stiles can cherish, but he understands the ‘wolf’s need to check over a packmate. And Stiles files that word away to examine later on, the instinctual use of it troubling him far more than the comfort of Peter’s hold.

“Are you okay?”

“Why did you do that,” Stiles demands, the shock making his words sound harsh even to his own ears. No one ever saves him, not since his mother was killed. Even his father doesn’t step in anymore, just stands off to the side and watches Stiles fight his own battles and come out victorious if a little ragged around the edges.

“Do what?”

“Save me.” Peter looks like he wants to answer, like the response is dancing on the very tip of his tongue, but he swallows it down and offers up a shrug in response. He helps the Demon up the stairs to Peter’s room, dressed him in Peter’s sleep pants, and tucks him safely away in Peter’s bed. It’s a way to scent mark, Stiles realizes, and he most certainly doesn’t preen under the attention before healing sleep forces him under.

Peter’s the one that sits by the window tonight, listening to a howling wind that doesn’t make the browning leaves shake on their branches.

XXXV

Tormenting Kate Argent probably shouldn’t be this much fun, but it’s certainly not the worst thing Stiles has ever done. Watching her chase her own tail as Stiles manipulates the shadows will keep him entertained for months.

XXXVI

“This is my mom,” Scott says, hefting the little black fox closer to his chest. “Mama, say hi to Travesura.” The woman turns and Stiles is met with an amused quirk of the lips as brown eyes examine him.

“Hello, Travesura, it’s nice to see you again.” Stiles makes a sound that’s as close to purring as he can get, letting Melissa rakes her fingers through the fur on his back. All the ‘wolves have been doing that lately and it makes Stiles want to bolt away, back to the forest where he can be left alone. His paw is healed by now, but he can’t quite bring himself to leave Scott’s side.

“Father says I have to release him soon. I guess foxes don’t have packs like we do.”

“That’s right, sweetie. He’ll be better off in the woods.” Stiles wants to argue about that, but he doesn’t give himself away and curls his head beneath Scotty’s chin. It’s completely ridiculous, Stiles is aware of that, but he’s come to think of the child as one of his. A kit in need of constant supervision so that Laura doesn’t try to shove him again. It makes Stiles’s hackles rise even if he knows it’s all in good fun.

“Fine, but I won’t be happy about it.”

XXXVII

Peter should be asleep, they have along day ahead of them in the morning, but instead the ‘wolf is lying in bed and staring up at his canopy. He’s interesting to watch, but Stiles prefers him deep in slumber when all the hard lines go soft and his lips part in rumbling snores.

Stiles gets up from the window seat and comes to stand next to the bed, reaching out slender fingers to offer a comforting touch but drawing them back to his palm before they can graze Peter’s stubble. He can’t make himself do this, can’t touch the way that Peter needs him to.

“Can’t sleep,” he asks instead.

“Too many thoughts in my head.” Stiles frowns at that, settling onto the bed carefully to avoid jostling the ‘wolf. He knows all about thoughts that swarm like bees, buzzing away in his head and keeping him from peace. He tried drugs once, drunk enough wine to put a human in the grave, but nothing helped. Mom used to kiss me on those nights, a kiss to take away the pain. And it’s instinct that takes over despite the way he doesn’t like the feeling of stubble or that blue eyes still make his belly squirm like it’s full of snakes.

His lips are nearly touching Peter’s when the bedroom door flies open to permit the Betas, Stiles jerking in surprise hard enough that he falls to the ground with a shriek. Stiles frowns as he stands, brushing off his clothes and meeting Peter’s gaze again, feeling a little sick. He’s almost glad that they were interrupted now, even if part of him remembers how he felt so safe in Peter’s arms a week ago. And when he moves back to the window seat rather than accepting Peter’s outstretched hand, he only feels the slightest bit of remorse.

Overhead, the Wild Hunt sweeps over Beacon Hills and a Reaper patrols on the ground.

XXXVIII

“What the fuck is that?”

“A family of mice, Stiles.”

“But why are they in the house?”

“For my Scotty.”

XXXIX

Stiles cooks up a large breakfast that morning, starting with scrambled eggs and ending with a medium rare venison steak that’s still got some blood pooling under it on the plates as he sets them out. Liam is the first one in the kitchen, bruises smudged under his eyes. Mason and Kira shuffle in after him, still half asleep as they pile up around the table and begin fixing their plates.

“Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,” Stiles quotes, the Betas all groaning in disgust. Early morning Shakespeare, according to Kira, is cruel and should be punishable by death. Peter joins them ten minutes later, dressed in funeral blacks that make him look washed out.

“Or close the wall up with our English dead,” he finishes, grim.

Stiles is burning with his anger, but it doesn’t burn nearly as bright as Peter and Kate do in the middle of the forest.

XLI

Peter waits until he can’t hear his Betas before he turns to where Stiles is scrubbing at a stubborn spot on one of the plates, soap bubbles clinging to his arms all the way up to his elbows. It’s going to be a serious talk, he knows, can scent the desperate ache coming off Peter. His fox wants to hiss at it, run away into the woods or retreat into the bedroom upstairs where not even Peter goes.

“I need to ask you a favor, Stiles.”

“Then ask, but I won’t promise I’ll grant this wish to you.”

“It’s not a wish, it’s a request.” Stiles arches a brow, but he doesn’t stop scrubbing or meet blue eyes that are just a pale shade away from being awful. Peter steps close to him, making sure their arms don’t brush as he begins rinsing the clean dishes and setting them aside to be dried later on.

“My answer remains the same, ‘wolf.”

“I want you to kill me again.” And it takes all of Stiles’s restraint not to break the plate clean in half at those words and the stab of panic that lances through him like a hot knife in his chest. (or a rowan wood shaft with a silver tipped arrowhead and a malicious hand that sends it flying)

“What?” The word is choked out, barely comprehensible and all he can manage as he actually turns to look at Peter. “Are you fucking kidding me? After all this planning, all this blood, you want me to fucking kill you?” Peter nods and looks genuinely surprised when he has to drop to the floor as the plate goes soaring over his head and collides with the wall.

(anger flaring in blue eyes as a glass hits a hunter’s wall, slivers and shards glinting like diamonds on a carpeted floor that soaked through with meyers’s blood)

“Let me explain—”

“You don’t get to do this now, Peter! Those kids depend on you to keep them sane, you’re their Alpha! You don’t just get to roll over and bare your neck right now!” And his eyes, he knows, are burning gold and there’s a faint green shimmer outlining him after all those years he spent around the Hunt.

“Listen to me!” The growled command actually makes Stiles shudder and tilt his head back, a ‘wolf’s instincts rather than his own. To his credit, Peter doesn’t scent mark him afterwards, though his fingers curl into his palm with the effort. “Just….” His voice falters now, fading away like mist in sunlight. “I want Kate to burn like my family did and the only way that’s going to happen is if I keep her pinned down.”

“Forget it, I’m not doing that to you.”

“Then do it for Claudia. Why should that Argent bitch get to live when our loved ones have been decimated by her family for the simple reason of being born something other than human?” Stiles flinches away from the words, rubbing at his chest where the shaft of wood stuck out of his mother all those years ago. He feels all fight rush out of him in that moment, leaving him an aching and confused kit again.

“How will I explain it to the pups?”

“You’re clever, Stiles. I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

XLII

“Why here,” Kira asks, eyes still orange in her anger. It’s aimed at Stiles, the question and roiling emotions, and the Demon gives a languid shrug. The beach is quiet and out of the way, hidden by Fae magic so that only a select few can find it. Peter’s been searching for it, wishing for it, and Stiles can give him this if nothing else.

“Because this is where Peter feels the most at home.”

“But Peter’s dead.”

“Yes, and you and your pack chased me for three entire days until Liam became so exhausted that he ran into a tree. Can we move on now?” She scowls but doesn’t offer a protest as she clears debris from the moon-bleached sand. Liam and Mason are playing in the water a few feet away, the Werewolf’s broken nose slowly healing and the blood getting washed away from his face with each splash.

“Someone’s here, Stiles. Someone who isn’t human or Were.” Stiles turns his head and smiles when he spots his father, the older man looking haggard and bone tired.

“I found him,” John says. “I put him in your little realm and he’s sleeping until you get there.”

XLIII

Stiles remembers the thrill of his first ride, the way clouds burst like droplets of water against his cheeks and wind howled in his ears like wolves. It’s nothing compared to the feeling of fingers scratching through his fur or his ‘wolf gazing over at him with eyes bright and smile soft, tender. Peter reaches out and Stiles leans into the touch, nuzzling into the warm palm in spite of himself. His mate needs touch, Stiles will oblige every now and then since Peter’s been so good at respecting his boundaries. And when he looks into those blue eyes, Stiles doesn’t feel sick anymore.

“Welcome home, ‘wolf.”

#Steter #murder husbands #stiles stilinski #Peter Hale #stiles x peter #dark stiles #creature stiles #alpha peter hale #liam dunbar #mason hewitt #kira yukimura

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Forgiveness

I never got to know my father. He bolted as soon as he found out that he’d gotten my mom pregnant. Last week he died. You might have seen it on the news, actually. He plowed his Jeep through a flea market in Detroit and then blew his brains out with an antique Colt .45 revolver. I’ve seen the crime scene photos. It wasn’t pretty.

He called me the night before he did it. It wasn’t the only time in my life that I’d ever heard from him but it was damn close to it. I don’t know how he got my number. “Sammy,” he told me, “What you gotta understand Sammy is that we all do it. My grandpa did it, and then my old man did it, and now it’s my turn to go. But hey, you’re different so maybe you won’t hear it. Anyway sorry,” and then he hung up

. I didn’t think the old man really had anything to his name, but that turned out to be wrong. See, I inherited the contents of a safe deposit box from him. Inside the box were a few grand in cash and a smaller box containing some of my great grandfather’s belongings. I had hoped that there would be a letter in there or something. Anything to give me a clue as to why any of this had happened. But there wasn’t. There was only a small clause in his will bequeathing the contents of box #6689 to his daughter Samantha.

I didn’t even open the other box when I got home. I just let it sit on my nightstand for a few days. I kept attending classes at community college and working part time at the campus coffee shop. It wasn’t that I was incurious or anything like that. It was really more spite than anything else. I was furious at him, and it’s not like I could call him up and yell at him. So instead, I did the closest thing to posthumously flipping him off that I could think of. In the end I only opened it because my roommate kept asking me about what was inside.

Inside the box were: two gold wedding rings, one diamond engagement ring, a pearl necklace, a diary, various police and FBI records, my great grandfather’s diary, and a silver pocket watch upon which was engraved the phrase “all is forgiven” in gently looping cursive.

I locked the door to my bedroom, not wanting my roommate to know that I had finally given in to his prodding and opened the box, and stretched out on my bed to begin reading the diary.

I was lying in bed with my wife when I got the phone call. She stirred to pick it up before I did, but I gently pulled her on top of me and kissed her.

“Let it ring, sugar,” I told her as I planted another kiss on her lips.

“You are a very bad man, Harold – I mean, Special Agent Chambers” as she said the second part I could feel her beginning to rock her hips against me, “Hardly better at all than those Gambino boys you busted…”

The heat of her body, the softness of her skin, oh it was driving me wild but the phone just wouldn’t stop ringing. Lilly sighed and rolled off of me.

“Maybe it’s the bureau,” she said with a second, heavier sigh, “You should probably go ahead and answer it, Tiger.”

So I rolled out of bed, clutching a blanket in front of me to cover my manhood. “See here,” I said pressing the receiver to my ear, “You’d better have a damned good reason for calling a man at this time of night.”

“Special Agent Chambers,” the voice on the other end said, “Start packing your bags. We need you up in Detroit.”

“Detroit? Crackers, sir! What do they need with a Kansas boy all the way up in Motor City?”

“We have a suspect in custody and the Michigan boys want you to come up and try to crack him. Everyone knows you, Harold, you caught the Gambino brothers and brought the Wichita racket to heel! The bureau could do with a lot more Volstead agents like you, Chambers. Pack a bag, your plane takes off in two hours.”

I could tell that Lilly wasn’t happy having to say goodbye again. She was never happy when I left on assignment, but she understood. While I got my suitcase ready she went and cooked up my favorite breakfast of scrambled eggs and a nice big sirloin steak, like she always did when I got a big new case. When I was on my way out the door she planted a kiss on my cheek and called me “America’s hero.”

Dawn was just about to break when I landed in Detroit. The bureau had a car waiting for me at the landing strip. All they told me was “He’s a tough nut to crack.”

They weren’t kidding about that. The first two hours all I could get the scrawny little rum-runner to say was “I am forgiven!” Roughing him up didn’t work, asking him what he was forgiven for didn’t work, giving him some coffee didn’t work, even reading scripture at him didn’t work. He just shouted over me. “Am I forgiven?” I asked him.

Then he grinned wide and put a hand on my knee “All is forgiven. Just ask Mr. Poole.” Then he began smacking his head against the table. It took a few agents to restrain him.

“You have any idea who this Poole character is?” I asked one of them.

“Yeah,” he told me as he forced the worked-up kid’s down on the table and held it there, “Francis Poole, runs a speakeasy. We’ve never been able to actually get enough together to pin anything on him.”

I probably could have just turned it over to the Detroit boys at that point. I probably should have. I got arrogant, though. All that I could think of was how Lilly would light up if I came back with another huge bust under my belt. So I went to Poole’s house.

I didn’t go inside. I didn’t even knock on the door and talk with him. I just sat in my government car across the street taking notes and watching for the mysterious Mr. Poole. It was a woman who came out first, though. She looked awful dark for the neighborhood.

I sighed at my great grandfather.

That wasn’t the big thing, though. The big thing was the house itself. Well, the house and the neighborhood. It wasn’t much of a house, and it wasn’t a very well-off neighborhood. If Poole really was responsible for smuggling in all that rum, then he should at the very least live in a two-story house. He didn’t, though. He didn’t even own a car. No, he just had someone else come to the house and pick him up.

There was nowhere else that I could have gone that night. I tried to stay away, I really did. I couldn’t, though. I kept thinking about Lilly sliding herself against me, biting my lip a little as she kissed me. Calling me America’s hero.

I knocked on the speakeasy’s door. The eye slit slid open. “What’s the password?” grunted the gorilla on the other side of the door.

I took a chance. “I am forgiven,” I told him.

The slit slid shut. I heard the click of a lock and the door swung inward. “Welcome inside, Harold,” the guard growled. I didn’t realize until the door was closed and locked behind me that I realized I hadn’t told the guard my name. When I turned back, he didn’t make the eye contact. I snorted at him. His pinstripe suit didn’t even fit right.

It wasn’t just drink, there was a whole underground casino in there. Old Arab men spun roulette wheels. Black men poured cocktails. The only white faces in the whole room were the patrons.

I sighed at him again.

“Harold!” a man called to me from somewhere in the smoky room. “I am so glad that you could make it. I have been waiting for you since I told the local boys to call for you.” A hand clapped down on my shoulder. I spun around and saw Mr. Poole standing there, glass in hand. “Would you care for a drink? We have the finest imported Egyptian rum.”

“Egyptian rum? Do they even make rum over there? I thought the Arabs didn’t touch the sauce.”

Poole smiled at me and pressed the glass into my hand. “Oh Agent Chambers, you have so much to learn. This isn’t about Arabs and white men. All of this,” he gestured to the room, “is a matter of predator and prey. The horrible truth of it is that it does not matter which one you are. You, the gamblers, the barkeeps, even myself. All of us are forgiven.”

“You are under arrest, Mr. Poole.”

“I am so sorry that you are so small-minded, Mr. Chambers,” he said, patting my shoulder again. His sleeve slid up and I saw that he had a cat tattooed upon his wrist. “Come boys, grab Mr. Chambers. We must show him what it means to be forgiven.”

One of the bouncers knocked me to the ground, and then the mook who’d been at the door came up to me and slid a gunny sack over my head. “You won’t get away with this, Poole!” I shouted.

“I know,” he said.

Poole’s goons grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. They grabbed me by my arms and marched me across the room. We descended a staircase. Through the holes in the sack I could make out that we were travelling down into the dark. The lights down here were sparse and flickering. We marched on into the dark until someone shoved me down to my knees and pulled the sack off of my head.

Poole was speaking, but I wasn’t listening. I was doing my best to take in my surroundings. We were in a cave. Flickering lanterns hung from stalactites. I could still faintly hear the sounds of the revelers in the casino somewhere up above.

“Agent Chambers!” a woman shouted. I spun my head and looked in front of me. There, in front of me, were Poole and the woman who had been in his house earlier that day. Between the two of them was a large meteor. “May I call you Harold?” she continued. “I hope to show you what Mr. Poole has shown me. Yes, we are sinners, but we are also forgiven. All is forgiven. All is permitted. We are the witnesses of He Who Fogiveth All. We have witnessed the creation and the hunger. And in those, we have come to understand that all is forgiven, that all is permitted. COME THEN! LET US SHOW HIM!”

I was once again grabbed by the arms and forced forward. This time, they did not let me up off my knees. Then, Poole’s ladyfriend grabbed my head and shoved it into one of the craters on the meteor, one that was just the right size for my head.

I do not know how to talk about what I saw in that hole. The wholeness of myself was dissolved and I was nothing but an observer. I saw the cosmos, and I saw the macrobeings which occupied it. First and foremost of those, I saw He Who Forgiveth All, as He vomited for the meteor and followed it to the barren seed of the earth.

He was too large to understand in whole. He was too vast to see all at once. Instead I could only understand Him in parts. I felt His rough, matted, bristling fur. I saw the feline curvature of his face. I saw His great, curling horns and the sharpness of His teeth. I saw His virile member, and His heaving, milking teats. I understood the fertility of His womb, and His ability to impregnate it and bring forth all which I could comprehend. I saw all life born of His vomit. I saw a coming Doom, and I saw the way in which He eclipsed all that He had birthed, that right and wrong were concepts which held no meaning before the enormity of He Who Forgiveth All.

“Now you understand,” the woman cooed in my ear as she pulled my head from within the cosmic stone.

“You have not seen the end of me,” I panted, scarcely able to breathe.

“I know,” Poole said as he crouched down next to me. “LET HIM GO!” he called and suddenly the hired muscle holding me let go. I ran from the building as fast as my legs could carry me.

I led the bureau on a raid of the speakeasy the very next night. We arrested Poole, the woman (whose name turned out to be Angelina Vasquez), the guards, and even the bartenders and the card dealers. The charges all stuck, too. We nailed those sons of bitches.

When I finally got home, Lilly took me straight to bed. The whole time, she rubbed the scab on my forehead from where Poole’s goon had knocked me a good one. After the second round, she went and cooked my favorite breakfast for me again. We ate together in bed, in the nude. Before we went to bed, she called me America’s hero again. Then, when she nodded off, her last words before falling asleep were to tell me that I was her hero.

The next morning, along with my mail, a silver pocket watch had been stuffed into my mailbox. On the outside, the phrase “all is forgiven” had been inscribed. When I opened the watch to check the time, I noted that a cat had been engraved on the interior. As I walked into the house, I began to wind the watch. Lilly came up to me, but I could not hear her over the sounds of His purring. I pointed my revolver right between her eyes. I knew that there was only one way in which I could save her from His hunger.

I checked through the paperwork that had been secured away in the box. Sure enough, there were records of the arrests of the Gambino brothers, of the arrest of David Poole and Angelina Vasquez. There was paperwork about the murder of my great grandfather’s wife, and about his own suicide in the sanitarium years later.Then I opened the watch, and sure enough there was an engraving of a cat on the inside.

Without even thinking about it, I began to wind the watch. From somewhere both impossibly far and terrifyingly, intimately near I began to hear a rumbling. Like a hungry stomach. Like a purring cat.

#creepypasta #horror #scary #creepy #horror story #horror stories #creepy story #creepy stories #scary story #scary stories #cosmic horror #a brief imitation of Lovecraft #Lovecraft #Lovecraftian

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elliotthezubat · 7 years ago

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DEATH CITY DAYS CHAPTER 61

we get a peak into yana’s past, Q gets a crush, and the cavalry battle takes place!

Touma: *smiles* "Excellent. I'll need you to watch her house for a bit..." -elsewhere- Aizawa: "I brought medicine." -elsewhere- Patty: *giggling* liz: hmm? Patty: "I found old photos..." liz: oh? *takes a peek* *Tinier Yumi with tiny Kid* liz: oh my gosh, *chuckles* Patty: "Look at Kiddo in the bathtub!" liz: ^^ Kid: "What are you two looking--" o\\\\\\o liz: *snickering* Kid: *grabs the book, shutting it* "N-Not funny! It's just me as a baby..." stocking: cute~ Kid: =\\\\= -elsewhere- Chuuya: "You were a good girl today?" sonia: *nods* Chuuya: *smiles* "Then pick whichever flavor you want." -elsewhere- Relan: *washing dishes* "Just about done here." iris: ^^ Takehisa: "--and then my commander told us, 'Well, I guess that's one less Christmas present to buy this year.'" tamaki: Q_Q;;; Arthur: "...Was it going to be a good Christmas gift--" -elsewhere- Anya: *sighs* tsugumi: whats up? Anya: "What to do after the Festival? I mean, I'm not competing." -elsewhere- Medusa: *lies back* "Finally, some quiet..." -scratch scratch scratch- Medusa: "???" *looks around* pandora: dear boy, you've scratched so much that your fingernails are falling off... Mad!Kid: "I'm not through...Few more layers..." pandora: .... *glances at what he is scratching at* Mad!Kid: *small grunt* pandora:.... Mad!Kid: "I-I feel better like this...I-I just want to be back with her..." -...- Medusa: *covers her ears* -___- -elsewhere- Lucy: "Okay, now are you feeling better?" atsushi: yeah. Lucy: "Good." *pats his head* atsushi:.... =///= *purrs* Lucy: "..." *lets him rest his head on her lap* atsushi: *tail twitching* Lucy: "???" *looks* atsushi: =//////= ... o/////o um.... Lucy: "...What is...that?" atsushi:....my tail? Lucy: "...Sorry. Still surprised...I mean, it's got to be uncomfortable when you're clothes aren't designed for it..." .\\\. atsushi: i havent had a problem with it. Lucy: "...That's good...And the...cat ears?" *rubs a finger lightly around one of his ears* atsushi: >///< a-also normal. Lucy: *smiles* "Tickles?" atsushi: s-sure... 7/////7 Lucy: "Okay..." *strokes his back* atsushi: =///////= Lucy: "...Is this okay?" atsushi: *nods* Lucy: "...I...really like you." atsushi: i really like you too, lucy. ^////^ Lucy: ^\\\^ *pats his lower back* atsushi: o////o !!!! >/////< *smooch* Lucy: o\\\\o "..." -\\\\- "Mmm..." *smooch* atsushi: =//////= *his tail makes a heart shape* Lucy: "Oh my gosh...That's adorable." *smooch* atsushi: u/////u *smooch* -elsewhere- Akutagawa: *tossing in bed* -...- rashomon: ?? Akutagawa: *muttering in his sleep* "N-No...I'm not like you... rashomon:....*pulls the covers up over him and pats his head* Akutagawa: =___= *sleeps more soundly* -elsewhere- Poe: "Zz..." ???: we meet again... Poe: "Hmm..." -you're in a dark room, with moonlight shining through a single window, and a desk. leaning against the desk....is you?- ???: tell me, how have you fucked up this time~? hmm~? Poe: "Wh-What? I-I haven't. And how dare you use such coarse language!" ???: ufufufu~ oh dont lie to yourself, you know you've done _something_ to mess up~ *he grins maliciously* Poe: Q____Q "...Wh-What?" -the other poe has vanished, and a staticy black cat with a missing eye is left in its place- cat: you can tell me....i am part of you after all. -elsewhere- zoey: ahhh~ FD: *bites her lower lip lightly* zoey: mn~<3 FD: *he tugs on her lip--as his fingers tug the collar of her shirt* zoey: *soft sigh* *RIP* zoey: ah! FD: *bites deeper on her lip, forming blood, holding her ripped shirt in his hands* zoey: m-master~ FD: *runs his tongue over the newly formed cut, licking up her blood...his hands are ripping her shirt into strips of cloth* zoey: ah~ *panting* FD: *practically sucking the air from her mouth, as his fingers tie the strips of cloth along her wrists and neck...* zoey: nng~<3 FD: *pulls back, gasping...looks at her* "...Take the rest off." zoey: *sliding her dress and tights off* FD: *takes her tights in his hand...inhales* "...Your scent is all over these..." *his hand is along his member, rubbing through his pants* zoey: *panting* ahh.... FD: *tosses her tights aside--puts an arm around her lower back, drawing her to him, grabs her by her hair, tugging it back so he can reach her neck* zoey: *moaning* FD: *bites into her collarbone* keek: Q_Q *hiding under her covers* Hawthorne: *clutching his cross, praying silently* yana: *turning her music up* FD: *his hands are now at her waist, his tongue in her mouth, tasting her...* zoey: *moaning* m-master~ FD: *his fingers slide to her thigh* "Do you want me to keep going?" zoey: p-please master, i need it so badly~ FD: "I need you..." *turns her around, grabs her by the head--and shoves her head onto the bed* zoey: ah~<3 FD: *holds her head down onto the bed...his hand slides down her back to her bottom--which he slaps* zoey: ah~ s-so good~! FD: *his pants and boxers are down...* "You sinner..." *grabs her by the cloth tied around her neck, tugging on her--as he thrusts himself into her* zoey: *choking and moaning* m-ma-ah~ FD: *thrusts into her again, his other hand digging his nails into her hip* zoey: *panting, clawing into the mattress* FD: *thrusts into her, pushing her further up the bed, her feet dangling over the floor* zoey: ah~ FD: "Do you want something?" zoey: p-please punish me master! i-i want to be a dirty little sinner for you! FD: "Good..." *his thrusts increase, slamming into her, the bedsheets lifting up as he pushes her further and further* zoey: *moaning as her eyes are practically rolling to the back of her head* ah! fuck~ p-please god, fuck me! FD: *one last tug on the collar strap...he lets out a grunt as he ejaculates into her* zoey: *squeezing around him as she screams* FD: "ahhh…." *spills out of her...* keek: TT~TT *covering her ears* Hawthorne: "Our Lord in Heaven, forgive me for my sins..." zoey: *panting, twitching* FD: *pants slightly* "...Did you enjoy your punishment?" zoey: y-yes.....*looking up at him, a hazed look in her eyes* FD: "...Let's let you get some sleep..." *lays her down in bed...and starts tying the cloths on her wrists to the bed...and ties more to her ankles and the bed* zoey: ah~ FD: *lays down beside her* "Anything more you need?" *rests his hand along her belly* -elsewhere- Benimaru: "..." *shakes slightly* kirei: .....*holding him* .... Benimaru: "..." *rests against her* "Insane." kirei: *rubs his shoulders* Benimaru: =\\\= "Th-Thank you..." -elsewhere- Vulcan: *puts on the helmet...assumes tackle pose in front of a mannequin with Giovanni drawn onto it* "Okay...Time me." maki: *starts the timer* Vulcan: *presses a button on the suit, causing the flames to shoot along his forehead, propelling him at the mannequin--and past it* Vulcan: O____O;;; "WATCH OUT!" -BOOOOOM- maki: oh shit. person: MY VAN! Vulcan: *slumped over the burnt wreckage of the van* "..." -elsewhere- Dazai: *collapsed on couch* *snores* -...- {Dazai: "...It's not fair."} {odasaku: hmm?} {Dazai: *holds up library catalog* "I can't find that book!"} {odasaku: hmm?} {Dazai: "You keep going on and on about that series--so I wanted to read at least part of it. Maybe skip to the second in the series--"} {odasaku: ah. well, the 3rd volume isnt that easy to come by.} {Dazai: *pout* "That sucks. Probably expensive."} {odasaku:...i've read the 3rd volume, even though the writer said it was awful.} {Dazai: *shiny eyes* "Really?!"} {odasaku: *he nods*} {Dazai: "Tell me about it. Please!"} {odasaku: the book or meeting the writer?} {Dazai: "Meeting him!"} {odasaku: ah.....it was along time ago, actually....} Dazai: *snore...then falls off the couch* *THUMP* -elsewhere- Izuku: "Dishes are done, Mom!" *sets last one into the cupboard* -elsewhere- Kid: *small whimper* stocking: *hug*... Kid: "M-Mother..." stocking: ......*hums a lullaby* Kid: *shudders...whimpers...calms down a bit...holds onto Stocking* stocking: *rubbing his back* Kid: *sighs...sniffs...closes his eyes...* "Zzz..." stocking:....*angel wings shield him as she holds him close* Kid: *he looks to be resting more comfortably...breathes calmly* -elsewhere, on a roof- yana: ..... *watching a plane fly over* ..... {-a naked yana, having just come out of the incubator, is laying on the ground. she looks up at the figure above her-} {???: "Get up."} {yana:......??} {???: "I said get up."} {yana: *struggling to stand, but slips onto the floor* *wince* .... } {FD: *sighs, offers his hand*} {yana: .... ?? *she lookes up, confused* } {FD: "Hold it. Like this." *reaches for her hand, putting his fingers around it*} {yana: .... *grab* ?? *head tilt* ??? } {FD: *starts to pull her up*} {yana: *standing* ....... } {???: poor girl, she must be freezing.... *hands her a coat to cover up with*} {yana:....???} {FD: "Thank you." *looks at Yana* "It is good to stay warm. Remember that."} {yana: ........ *she points to him, confused* ???} {FD: "...You may call me Fyodor."} {yana:.....*nods, seeming to understand*} {???: and your name?} {yana:.......????} {????: i dont think she has a name, she was just born...ish...?} {FD: "...Then let's give her one."} {yana: ?? *pointing to herself*} {FD: "You...You...Hmm...How about..."} yana: ...... *sigh* (thinking: just how long ago was that now? i honestly lost track) *looking at the sights below* *There are two women walking together, a father pushing the stroller with his child inside...* yana: ..... *heading back over to the stairs leading back down to the ground* (thinking: cant help but wonder....where the other 7/8ths of me comes from...does it even matter at this point?) ???: "Hey there!" yana: hmm? *shaft head tilts to look back* Anya: "What are you doing out this late?" yana: *shrugs* well, nice weather out, so i thought i'd get a lil fresh air before heading home for the day. Anya: "Ah...Your family was okay with you heading out?" yana: *nods* i was just about to head to the quik-e-mart to picks some stuff up too. Anya: "...I should buy some snacks there as well." yana: cool, cool. -elsewhere- Assi: *locked outside of the house...in a towel* Q~Q -elsewhere- tsubaki: im home! Shamrock: *has tea set out* "Welcome." lavender: welcome back! tsubaki: ^^ Sakuya: "How did your day go?" tsubaki: it went well. naho: hmm? is belbel still at his girlfriend's place? otogiri: yes. Shamrock: *nods* -elsewhere- lana: im home! *Silence* lana:...dad? Mr Shephard: *asleep on the couch* lana:....*sighs and puts the blanket over him* *There's a note on the table in her father's handwriting* lana: *checks the note* note: "Sweetie-- That boy Edgar called. He sounded upset. And there was a postcard for you on the bureau. -- <3 Dad" lana: *checks the postcard* *The postcard has a photograph: "Visit Beautiful Transylvania! Sponsored by the Carpathian Commerce Committee." There is a message on the back...* lana: *checks the message* Message: "We have very much admired your service in the hospitality sector--and we seek new ideas from fresh young talent. You could say we have a mission for you. We'll be in touch. Sincerely, Taishi Touma." lana:......*she drops the card, her heart dropping into her stomach* -later- -knocking on poe's door- *Something crashing can be heard, as feet descend the steps...The door only opens a crack, an eye being seen* Poe: "...L-L-Lana?" lana: *breathing hard, uneasy* Poe: "!!!" *pulls open the door completely...It looks like he hasn't slept* lana: *hugs him tightly, shaking* Poe: "!!!" *instinctively hugs her* "Wh-What happened?" lana: *she shows him the post card* Poe: "...Oh! Transylvania is very nice this time of year--" -look at the name...- Poe: "...Oh God..." lana: *shaking* Poe: "..." *holds Lana, strokes her back* lana: *holding him tightly* Poe: "It's okay...You're safe..." *slight twitch* lana:....edgar?....are you ok? Poe: *sniff* "Y-Yeah...Just a bad dream." lana:.....*rubbing his back* do you want me to stay the night? Poe: Q__Q "...I think we could both use that. The ghosts will make sure no one else comes in from outside." eyeless ghost: we have eyes everywheeeere. lana:...*small sniff* t-thanks. Poe: *small smile* "...I-I-I haven't eaten all day...I-I could make something?" -elsewhere- Touma: *satisfied smile* "Did you drop off both deliveries?" tsurugi: you bet i did, mr touma! mafura: *nods* mafura-chan did her best! Touma: "Good...We'll see whether either party replies. You both deserve to be rewarded." -elsewhere- Joker: "Down to my last one...Got another cigarette?" scarlet: *tosses a new pack at him* Joker: "Thanks, Red." *lights up a cigarette, offers one to her* scarlet: im good. Joker: *inhales* "...You still thinking about...?" scarlet: ..... Joker: "...I see. Sorry." -elsewhere- Todoroki: *sighs* -morning- Black Star: *snores* tsubaki: ..... Black Star: *turns over, trying to hit the alarm clock* -elsewhere- Chuuya: *asleep in bed* sonia: zzzzz mito: zzzz *His alarm goes off* Chuuya: -___= sonia: zzz Chuuya: *gets out of bed...stretches--then winces, feeling a pain in his arm* "..." sonia: zzz Chuuya: "..." ("I better put on some ice first...Gonna be sore before competition...") -it's pretty foggy this morning, huh?- Chuuya: *looking out the window* "???" ("Don't remember this in reports...") sonia: mmmn.... Chuuya: "??? Sonia? You up?" sonia: *yawn* Chuuya: *smles* "Well, hop into the bath--I'll get breakfast." sonia: ok. -later- Chuuya: "That's some fog, huh?" sonia: is it scary? Chuuya: "Maybe. I mean, you don't know what is behind it." *holds her hand* "So you have to be careful getting through it." sonia: *nods* wanna watch cartoons with me? Chuuya: "..." *smiles* "Of course!" sonia: yay! Chuuya: "You pick the one...I'll get the cereal." -elsewhere- Kid: *sneezes* stocking: feeling ok? Kid: *nods* "Just dust, I hope..." -elsewhere- Todoroki: *putting out garbage* -elsewhere- lana: *asleep* Poe: "...Mmm..." lana: zzz.... karl: *poke poke* Poe: "Nnnn...Five more minutes..." karl: *poke poke* Poe: *opens his eyes* "...Hello, Karl..." *pet pet* karl: =w= lana: zzzz Poe: *turns over to get turn on the light--* lana: zzzz..... Poe: O\\\\\\o ("...Right. Forgot. ...This is fine. This is great...I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!") lana: *stirring* mmn..? *opening her eyes and smiles* morning edgar. *kisses him on the nose* Poe: .\\\. "...Good morning. How was your sleep?" lana: good...thanks for letting me stay the night... Poe: ^\\\^ "A-Anytime..." -elsewhere- Kyoka: "Zzz..." atsushi: *making breakfast* Kyoka: *sniff sniff* *bolts upright from bed* "Food?" atsushi: *whistling* Kyoka: *enters the kitchen* "What are you making?" atsushi: panwiches. Kyoka: "??? Pancake sandwiches?" atsushi: yep. Kyoka: "What are you putting in them?" -elsewhere- Motojiro: *passed out on couch* miura: kajii? get up. Motojiro: "Huh...Wha?" miura: it's time to wake up now. ayako has already gotten to work. Motojiro: "...Can't she do the work?" miura: arent _you_ the teacher? Motojiro: "Yeah, and I'm teaching her to do the work..."} miura: *grabs him by the collar and drags him over* -elsewhere- Relan: *drying his hair* "All done." -elsewhere- Akutagawa: *exits his room* naoya: hey, i brought you guys breakfast, hope ya dont mind. Akutagawa: "Oh. Thank you." *looks at the food* -bacon and eggs from denny's- Akutagawa: "..." *takes a fork* "I appreciate the meal." naoya: no probs. is your sister up? Akutagawa: "Still in her room." naoya: gotcha... oooi, gin, you up ye- Gin: .\\\. higuchi: o-o;;;; naoya:....ok, you're still getting ready. breakfast is on the table when you're ready! *closes the door* ouo;;;; Gin: "..." *puts her head down beside Higuchi* "Oh, God..." higuchi: >///////////< Akutagawa: "Was my sister in?" naoya: yeah, she's in the middle of getting dressed. dont go in there for a while. Akutagawa: "...Okay." Gin: "..." *pats Higuchi's side* "Sorry." -elsewhere- Yohei: *adjusting his tie* chie: *kiss on the cheek* Yohei: ^\\\^ "I'll be home on time." *smooch* -elsewhere- Todoroki: *walking to the gym* ochako: toooodoooorooooki! *jumps onto his back* Todoroki: o\\\\\\o *trying to stay balanced* ochako: sneak attack successful! Todoroki: "...Okay. ...Why?" ochako: just cuz ^^ Todoroki: "...Not for combat practice?" -elsewhere- Sakuya: "We're heading out." tsubaki: have fun! naho: we will! lilac: *nod nod* Black Star: "Be careful out there." naho: ok! Sakuya: "So, what you want to do at the Festival?" -elsewhere- Dazai: *whistling* ango: oh. hello. Dazai: *waves* "Howdy! Got time to talk?" ango: i suppose. Dazai: "Great! Because I need a meal, too." -and so- Dazai: "--and that's when he said, 'I said 'were-tiger,' not 'what-tiger'!" *laughs, slapping his hand on the table* ango: haha..funny -*sweatdrop* Dazai: "Ha ha ha!" *then he gets serious* "Onto business: I want a double date." ango *SPITTAKE* Dazai: "I figure it will help Kirako--" *wipes spit from his face* ango: are you two...like...a thing? Dazai: "More like friends with benefits." ango: i...see. well....im not even seeing anyone, so... Dazai: "I could set you up!" ango: like the _last_ time? -_.-; Dazai: "??? Didn't have fun?" ango: .... 7_.7; Dazai: "Okay fine--I'll have Kirako set you up!" ango: riiiiight. 7___.7;;; Dazai: "So, what you want? Maybe a pianist, or a circus performer?" -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: "Zzz..." -elsewhere- Anya: *yawns* rowena: good morning, miss hepburn. lenore: *caw* Anya: "...Hi. Um...What did you say the bird's name is?" rowena: her name is lenore. lenore: *nod* Anya: "I see...How long have you had her?" rowena: a little while now. Anya: "Hmm...The dorm does have its rules about animals..." rowena: if that's the case, she can be in human form then. Anya: "Oh, okay." ^^ "..." o_o lenore: *sitting in the chair* yo. Anya: "...Okay, now things make more sense." *rubs her eyes* "...A bird with magical powers?" tsugumi: oh cool. kimiko: it's death city, stuff like this is the norm. Meme: *looking all around Lenore* "Wow...How do you do that?" -elsewhere- Vulcan: *putting aloe on his burn* "Ow..." -elsewhere- Izuku: *jogging at the park* tokoyami: ..... Izuku: "...Oh, hey, Tokoyami!" *waves* tokoyami: *he seems super focused on something* Izuku: owo;;; *looks* -he seems to be focusing on....an apple in a tree?- tokoyami: *eye glint* dark shadow. retrieve. Izuku: "???" dark shadow: *eye glint and grabs the apple, bringing it to tokoyami* tokoyami: *nom* Izuku: "..." *shiny eyes* *starts writing down notes* "Most impressive! The speed and dexterity make Dark Shadow efficient at the procurement of objects of various sizes and distances--" tokoyami: *not even looking at izuku* hi midoriya Izuku: "!!!! H-Hi! Didn't mean to keep m-muttering like that." *staring at Dark Shadow* dark shadow: *staaaaaare* Izuku: o_______o "...Um...Hi. D-Didn't mean to stare." -elsewhere- Bakugo: *on treadmill, working up a sweat* -some people are watching- girl: niiice. boy: dayum. pony:...meh. *walks away* Bakugo: *drop of his sweat hits the floor, just making a small spark* *looks at the people* "...The hell you side characters staring at?" -everyone just returns to their business- girl: *holds up a '10' card* Bakugo: .\\\\. "...The hell is wrong with these people..." -elsewhere- Kunikida: *writing on a whiteboard* kenji: *whistling* Kunikida: "Okay. This is the update on what we know." *"RAT" is on the board--and someone doodled a small mouse with it* kirako: we know their logo, so that's a start. Kunikida: *writes 'logo'* Track where we find it...Any witnesses?" ranpo: we could ask some of the tour guides that give underground tours? Kunikida: "Good." *writes 'tour guides'* "Who wants to head underground?" ranpo: i volunteer atsushi! Kunikida: "Very good. Atsushi will go." atsushi: D8 Kyoka: "I think someone should go with him." kirako: tanizaki, can you handle this? Tanizaki: "Just call me the light for the tunnel!" ^^; atsushi: i'd appreciate that. it feels like i dont see you enough. Tanizaki: "...I don't get out as much as I want to." TT____TT -elsewhere- Burns: "Faster. Faster." soldiers: *running* Karim: *trying to catch up* -elsewhere- Victor: "Hmm...Mushrooms." nozomi: sir? Victor: "Just thinking...The Nether probably has some amazing mushrooms growing in it!" nozomi: i...see. *sweatdrop* Victor: "I'll make sure to pick some! They'll be great on pizza! Oh, and we'll need cheese. And tomatoes from the garden..." -elsewhere- Sakuya: "Oh, that's cute." naho: hehe~ ^^ lilac: t-thanks... Sakuya: "Maybe add a hat to it..." naho: that sounds aweso-... YOU! Lucy: "Huh?" lilac: Q_Q naho: you're the one who trapped us in that barrier space! Lucy: "..." .____.;;;; "..." *starts to back away* naho: you didnt even apologize to us! >n< Lucy: "Now, hold on, I have a good explanation...ANNE! HELP ME!" -elsewhere- Poe: "Will you be okay at work?" lana: i think so. Poe: *nods* "Call if you need anything...I think I'll do writing at the restaurant here..." -elsewhere- Hawthorne: *puts crates atop each other* "..." *stands behind them* katya: -<so that's when i shot them right between the eyes.> Hawthorne: -___-; *opens his Bible at the 'podium'* -....- Hawthorne: "Our Lord in Heaven, look upon us with your grace..." -silence- Hawthorne: "..." *inhales* "We are but your humble children, born into this world blind, having no light, cleaving to walls and tracing our path up to you." -.....- Hawthorne: "Stay in our hearts, and fill our souls with your love. Amen." -.....- Hawthorne: "..." *shuts his book, holds his cross* -thud- Hawthorne: "?!!!" -silence- Hawthorne: "...Hello?" -...no answer- Hawthorne: "..." *takes his Bible and leaves the 'podium'* -elsewhere- Todoroki: *climbing the rope in the gym* "..." -elsewhere- Motojiro: o_o; "...What did you make?" ayako: explosive putty! ^^ Motojiro: "...Plastic explosives, then?" ayako: pretty much! Motojiro: "...Have you tested it?" -elsewhere- Iida: *stretching* -elsewhere- Kepuri: "...What happened to you?" akaderu: *covered in leaves and twigs, with a bird in his hair* ....long story. Kepuri: "..." *looks at the bird* "Is that thing endangered?" -elsewhere- Joker: "Uh huh. Uh huh..." *trying to get off the phone* misora: seeeee yaaa mr manager ^^ *hangs up* Joker: *loud sigh* "Thank God..." scarlet: that bad? Joker: "She's just...overwhelming. Talk, talk, talk..." scarlet: yikes. Joker: "Makes me appreciate people who are a bit more taciturn..." *pulls out two cigarettes* -elsewhere- Shamrock: *dusting* *looks down the hallway* -silence- {???: i think he's coming to!} {????: sir? are you up? hellooooo?} {Shamrock: "Wh-Wh..." *moving his hand, feeling bandaged*} {???: you're lucky we found you when we did, mr... *examining dogtags* w##t#? was it?} {Shamrock: "What? What happened?" *trying to open his eyes...only one is opening*} {-a young man in glasses looks at him-} {man: we found you out in a field passed out....sorry about your eye...} {Shamrock: "My what? 'You' what?" *his hand touches his face* "...Why can't I feel my face?"} {medic: *holding up a mirror* please, just try to keep calm...} {Shamrock: *sees his face...and his heart drops to his stomach* "...No..."} {man: ...*hands him a bucket, just in case*} {Shamrock: "...No!" *flings the bucket, letting out a howl*} {medic: oh sh- put him back under, NOW!} {Shamrock: *screaming, flinging his arms*} ???: sham? Shamrock: *his eye snaps open, as he flings his arm around--aiming the feather duster at--} lavender: woah, easy there. Shamrock: "...S-Sorry...You snuck up on me." lavender: tense much? Shamrock: "...Just remembered something..." lavender: ...*lightbulb* hey guys, im taking sham to the onsen for a bit~! ^^ higan: good call, he could use it, haha Shamrock: "...Um...Why?" lavender: you need to relieve a lot of stress. Shamrock: "...Maybe you're right. The hot water may be soothing." -elsewhere- Crona: "...A daycare center?" mami: *nods* Crona: "Oh...I-I think you'll be good at it." mami: *small smile* do you want someone with you while im out? Crona: "M-Maybe? Depends..." mami: *nods and hugs them* Crona: =\\\\= *sniff* "Th-Thanks..." -elsewhere- Lucy: -\\\\- *pouring tea...her clothes are a little ripped* "...So, I'm sorry about the whole 'locking you up in another dimension' thing. We're sorry. Right, Anne?" anne: *nods* Sakuya: *sips* "...Tea could be a bit better." naho: it's all good. at least you apologized. y'know. minus the whole 'it was a prison' thing, this room is super cute! Sakuya: *has a black eye* Lucy: "I know, right? It's adorable!" ^^ lilac:...soft...*laying on a big teddy* Lucy: "...So, what's your story?" *points at Sakuya and Naho* "You dating?" naho: ..... *bluush* 7w7 Sakuya: =\\\\= "Y-Yeah..." Lucy: "I knew it. I got an eye for those things." naho: you got someone in your life? Lucy: o\\\o "Y-Yes......The guy who freed everyone from here, before..." naho: ....... *horrified* the creepy doctor guy? Lucy: "!!!! N-No! The tiger boy!" naho: oooooh. i see. ^^ Lucy: *slight shudder* "His name is Atsushi...He works at the detective agency." naho: oooh, cool! -elsewhere- Fitzgerald: "THIS IS AN OBSCENE COST! I refuse to pay!" *he's shouting...at a video game* bram: -_-; Fitzgerald: *hands the game to Bram* "You talk to this miser!" bram: w-wait i-...um...er.... ._.;;; -elsewhere- Tsukiyo: "Hey, look at that!" fang-hua: hmm? *sign on infirmary: "Limited hours while doctor recovers"* Tsukiyo: "You heard what the Commander did to him?" fang-hua: no, what? Tsukiyo: "I heard the two got into a fistfight--real violent." fang-hua: oh my god! Tsukiyo: *nods* "I know, right?! They just kept slamming each other, hard...Fist colliding with body, gripping each other, throwing each other around that room...Close, intimate...All up on each other..." *soft pant* fang-hua: *shaking her* tsukiyo! focus! Tsukiyo: "I think I am..." =\\\\= *shakes her head awake* "R-Right! So, the doctor got the worst of it, and he's having to be hospitalized until his nose heals." fang-hua: what could have set the commander off like that, though...? Tsukiyo: "...Wild desire supplemented through wrestling with another hot guy?" fang-hua: ........... *stare* Tsukiyo: "...Oh, like you weren't thinking it, too!" fang-hua: no. no i was not. -.-; Tsukiyo: "You suuuuuuuure?" :3 fang-hua: -_-; Tsukiyo: "In any case, I figured it'd be good to leave some favors and sweets for the doc while he recovers." fang-hua: good idea. Tsukiyo: "Mind if we use your kitchen for that?" -elsewhere- Kid: "Here's another file, Father." lord death: thanks kid. ^^ Kid: ^^ "Just trying to be helpful." *he is re-organizing files* -elsewhere- Aizawa: "Feeling better?" -elsewhere- Shotaro: *spots a building on fire* "...Oh no..." *runs* -elsewhere- Q: *walking and humming* Arthur: "You got those bags okay?" tamaki: yep. Arthur: "Good. I cannot wait to--" *bump* Q: >n< Arthur: "??? Oh. Pardon me." Q: *glaaaaare* move it! i have plans! Arthur: "...That's just rude." tamaki: weird ki-.....arthur what happened to your face?! Arthur: "...I know. I am handsome." tamaki: is that......rock? -at the train station- Q: *taking a seat* =n= Assi: *sits next to Q, slightly bumping into him* Q: *glaaaare* move it! im waiting! >n< Assi: "??? Sorry. I just needed a seat after--" Q: *slaps him with the doll* MOVEITORLOSEIT!! Assi: >3< *knocked to the floor* "Owie!" Q: *shiny eyes* there! aya: *checking her map* *humming* Q: >w< doll: *heart eyes* Assi: *bleeding on the floor* Train Station Employee: "May I help you, ma'am?" aya: how do i get to... -for Q, everything seems to fade into the background but aya- Q: >/////< Employee: "--and then make a left, and you're there!" aya: thanks! Q: O.O !! aya: *boarding the train* Q: *also boarding* Conductor: "Ticket, please." Q: *handing his ticket in* Conductor: "Thank you, young man!" *clips the ticket, hands it back* "Enjoy the ride." Q: *nods, glances* aya: thanks sir! Q:... ~<3 -elsewhere- Akutagawa: *walking through streets* -just the usual fare of locals going about their business- Akutagawa: *approaches a vendor* "One soda." vendor: here you go, sir. Akutagawa: *pays* "Thanks..." *sips* -elsewhere- Arthur: *looking in the mirror* "...I think it makes me look distinguished." shinra: it looks like you were punched in the face. like, really hard. Arthur: "...Not that hard. I mean, it was just a child." shinra: *laughing hard* Arthur: "Sh-Shut up! That kid could punch hard!" tamaki: he didnt even hit you? was the kid an esper or something? Arthur: *shrugs* "Maybe? In any case, I better find the right makeup for this mark." -elsewhere- Kunikida: *examining letters* ranpo: *goofing around in his spinny chair* Kunikida: *holds up paper* "Recognize this handwriting?" ranpo: *squiiiiint* Kunikida: "Just curious why she's returning..." ranpo: oh! it's that kid of yours, right? Kunikida: -___-# "I don't have a kid..." ranpo: i was talking about that girl from a while back. aya? Kunikida: "...Yes, here. That's the one who wrote this letter. I'm just...Why is she returning?" ranpo: *shrug* Kunikida: "...What do kids nowadays even like? Is Napster still a thing?" ranpo: the fuck is that? Kunikida: TT_____TT "I don't know what is 'cool' anymore...Does anyone even still say 'cool'?" -elsewhere- Poe: "Thank you." *accepts the plate with his sandwich at the hotel restaurant...looks around...opens his coat, holds the sandwich to...* karl: *nom* ^^ Poe: ^^ *sips from the soup* Child: "Mommy! Mommy! That man has a rat growing out his chest!" Poe: ._.; mother: sweetie, that's not nice. it's a raccoon. Poe: .___________.;;;; Child: "Oooooooh. Okay!" *nom* -elsewhere- Touma: *turns on a TV set* -what is on the screen- *Looks to be a residential street* mafura: hmmm~? *head tilt* Touma: "Those cameras set up give me what I need..." *points...there's Lavender* lavender: *humming in the bath* Touma: "And if she's housing those vampires, it's just a matter of time before he returns to them..." *sits back, looking at Lavender* -elsewhere- Relan: *takes another bite into his burger...takes a bit of the cheese to give to Buttons* buttons: *nom nom* ^o^ Relan: ^^ "So, who you think is going to advance in the next alt-student round of the Festival?" shinra: seems that ozaki guy has a pretty good edge. not bad for a first year. Relan: *nods* "The tiger isn't bad either. I don't think we've seen all he can do. I mean, transforming just parts of your body shows some incredible control." shinra: *nods* .....*tiger sign* *fwoom* shinra: =3= uwooooo.... tamaki: -_-; Relan: Q____Q *his burger is torched* shinra:... shit! sorry! buttons: =3=; -elsewhere- Medusa: -_____- "Make him stop with that noise." shaula: OI! DOPPEL-REAPER! SHADDAP IN THERE! Mad!Kid: *growl...* *throws open the door* shaula: OwO; Medusa: "...You got to be kidding me..." Mad!Kid: *grabs Shaula by the neck* shaula: OwO;;;; um... Mad!Kid: "I shiver in the night...Desire...I want to be held. Tortured. Hugged. Ripped apart and stitched back up..." *glares at Shaula* "And I have no time for the whining of some locked-away witch with no powers and a horrible personality." shaula: ....seems he has beef with you, sis. Medusa: "Then why is he holding you by the neck?" Mad!Kid: *glares at Medusa next* "Tell this brat to be quiet." shaula: how old even are you? pandora: well- shaula: I AINT TALKING TO YOU, BLOOD HAG! Mad!Kid: *slams his fist into Shaula's jaw* shaula: *knocked down* augh....fughk....bruh... Medusa: "!!!" Mad!Kid: *leans down over Shaula* "You talk like that to her again..." *his fingers touch her bloodied face...* "And I will kill you." *licks her blood* pandora: *pap pap* good boy. shaula: O______O;;;; Mad!Kid: -\\\\- "Thank you..." Medusa: *goes to Shaula, looks at the punch* "...You'll recover. Let's get you bandaged." -elsewhere- FD: <How is the tracking algorithm?> yana: <coming along nicely.> FD: *looking at initial results* <All those are ability users in just this state?> yana: *nods* <seems death city has been attracting them by the busload> FD: <...> *smiles* <Herded into one spot...> yana: <like a flock of sheep> FD: <What have you called the software, then?> yana: ...... <i got nothin on me for names.> FD: <'Sheepherder'? 'Dog'?> barkova: *woof woof* *pant* 8D yana: <shephard?> FD: <Sure, that works.> -elsewhere- Giriko: "Hey, thanks for watching her today." anna: muu? Giriko: "Hee hee." *picks up Anna* "Were you a good girl?" anna: *nods* Giriko: "That's good...We'll be back here on Tuesday. Say 'bye bye' Anna." -elsewhere- Tanizaki: "When we heading down?" atsushi: *checking his map* Tanizaki: "See the path?" atsushi: ah, there it is. Tanizaki: "O-O-Okay..." owo;;; -elsewhere- Akitaru: *climbing the ladder* "How 'bout here?" maki: looks good! Akitaru: "Great!" *nails it* "Should spruce up the place. Feng shui and all that." -elsewhere- Shamrock: *reclined in hot spring* x\\\\\= lavender: *humming* Shamrock: "This is nice......I never got to go to these much." lavender: i can tell. Shamrock: "You go to them often?" *splashes water on himself* lavender: *nods* how do you think i keep my skin so smooth? *sticking her leg out of the water* Shamrock: X\\\o "...Makes sense..." *looks up at the sky* "It works well for you." lavender: mmhmm. ^^ Shamrock: *splashes some water on his face* "You know how to swim?" lavender: yeah. you? Shamrock: "Yes. Had to learn..." *swims over to the wall* "Was pretty good back in the day." lavender: i see. so what was being in the british army like? Shamrock: "...Like being in the army. Only British--so a lot stricter and more formalistic. Lots of commands to learn, chain of command." lavender: ah, i see. Shamrock: "You ever had any interest in the military?" lavender: not really. guess it just wasnt what i wanted out of life. Shamrock: *nods* "...You dance, right?" lavender: sure. Shamrock: "Ever think about going professional?" lavender: well, i did work the pole a few times before becoming a subclass~ Shamrock: X\\\\\O "...Seriously? I-I meant more like ballet..." lavender: well, i did take gymnastics as a kid. Shamrock: "You ever competed?" lavender: once or twice, but that was a long time ago. Shamrock: "...If you weren't discovered by Mr. Tsubaki...if..._that_ hadn't happened to you...would you have?" lavender: ....i guess i would have stayed at the brothel with the other girls, then. Shamrock: "...Yeah...I know Mr. Tsubaki was happy to have you...and Naho...and Higan." lavender: you too sham, dont sell yourself short. Shamrock: "...It's...hard to believe that, sometimes." lavender: ... Shamrock: "...The war...Injuries...Losing Mr. Tsubaki...Being captured...A lot of it catches up. Maybe I deserve this..." lavender: .....*sigh* Shamrock: "...S-Sorry...I know we're supposed to relax here. Just a lot on my mind." lavender: its fine, better to talk about it than to just let it fester. Shamrock: "...You're right. Lavender? Thanks for bringing me here." lavender: what are friends for? ^^ Shamrock: "..." *smiles* "Right." *stands* "Well, I'm ready to towel off and have a drink." -elsewhere- Poe: "..." *holds Lana's hand* lana: o///o Poe: .\\\. "J-Just making sure to o-offer re-reassurance as we walk...Please don't hate me for being so forward." lana: ^///^ it's fine, edgar. Poe: "O-Okay...F-Feel better to be done with work for today?" lana: *nods* how was your day? Poe: *sighs* "I'm afraid the muse was not with me. The writing I finished seems poor." -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: *staring at a basket left by his bed* "???" -note: get well soon- -there is a rabbit and a doodle of fang-hua's face on the note- Mr. Tsubaki: "..." TT____TT *tries to reach for a cookie* -elsewhere- Todoroki: *sets out two cans of soda* -elsewhere- Kid: "Now add the chocolate chips..." shiori: uu! Kid: "And stir them in..." *shows the bowl to Shiori* shiori: o.o Kid: "And after we scoop them onto the baking sheet and bake them, we'll have cookies!" shiori: ^o^ Kid: "Yay!" *scoops one out--then freezes* owo;;;; "...Is it symmetrical? I mean, perfectly? L-Let me get the cookie cutter instead, then it'll be perfect..." -elsewhere- Gin: "Has anyone seen Q?" hirotsu: no? higuchi: O-O;;; oh no. Gin: "...This is why we should put trackers on him. Where to begin looking?" -elsewhere- Conductor: "Tickets! Checking tickets again..." aya: *hands hers in* Q: *same* Conductor: *checks Aya's* "Thanks, ma'am!" *hands it back* *returns Q's* "Yours, too, young man!" Q: ^^ Conductor: "The snack bar is also open, if you two want anything." aya: ok! Q: .///w///. Conductor: "...Do you two know each other?" aya: hmm? Q: owo;; Conductor: "Oh, I guess not. Well, I'll be on my way..." *keeps walking* Q: ... .////.;; aya: *checking her map* -elsewhere- Sakuya: "Later. Thanks for the tea." Lucy: *nods* naho: that was fun! lilac:....*nod* Sakuya: *stretches* "Heck of a place she has..." naho: it's super cute! i might have to rearrange my room a bit when we get home Sakuya: ^^; "That'll be cute." -elsewhere- Ponera: ._.; "...What did you do to upset him so?" shaula: i dont fucking know! Ponera: "Well, I suggest you give him his distance...Maybe this is some, um, 'madness-induced puberty'?" shaula: .....maybe?? Ponera: *looks at Shaula's bandages* "...It hurt?" shaula: nah, it just itched a little- OF COURSE IT HURT! Ponera: "DON'T YELL AT ME! I'M JUST TRYING TO BE CONCERNED!" *slaps Shaula's hand* shaula: >^< *whimper* Ponera: -3- *hug* shaula:..... Y~Y Ponera: *strokes her back* "It's okay..." -elsewhere- Patty: *looking over open mission listings* homura: anything catching your interest, patti? Patty: "Maybe...I just miss going on missions. Felt like it's been forever, so I thought I'd pick something easy." *holds up a mission: "50-foot monster terrorizing locals"* homura: i see. *sweatdrop* Patty: "Yeah! It's totes easy compared to that mission--" *51-foot monster...* -elsewhere- Wes: *humming* julie: ?? Wes: "??? Oh, hey, Julie!" *taps on the piano* "Was just writing out a tune..." -elsewhere- Joker: "Another?" *sips his beer* scarlet: sure. Joker: *opens a bottle for her* "Here you go...Hey, I got an idea..." scarlet: *rolls eyes* oh _this_ ought to be good. Joker: "You know the game 'have you ever'? Someone asks 'have you ever,' and if you haven't, then you take a drink. So, Round 1: 'Have you ever seen "Steel Magnolias"?'" -elsewhere- Yohei: *stretches* toru: *mimicing him* chie: *giggling* Yohei: "???" *scratches under his arm* -elsewhere- Higan: "How did it go?" lavender: it went well i think. Higan: "Sham got that stick out his butt?" lavender: *chuckles* Higan: *strokes her arm* "Smooth..." lavender: oho~ getting turned on? Higan: "Always..." *slides his hand up to her shoulder* -elsewhere- Mori: "So you have no idea where Q is." higuchi: no, we're calling everyone we can to find him! Mori: "...'Everyone'?" -elsewhere- ebie: hhmm? mr steinbeck? who're those guys? Steinbeck: *looks* "What?" ebie: who're those guys? they dont look to happy! naoya: alright grape juice, where's Q? *cocking gun* Steinbeck: o_____O "...Okay, I can see why you would think that, but I assure you, we don't. So...good day!" *tries to close the door* naoya: oh dont think you can play stupid with us! we know you guys have a knack for kidnapping little boys!... mafioso: ….coulda worded that better. naoya: ....er-....um.... y-y-you know what i meant! mafioso: *plays 'the price is right' fail horns on his phone* Steinbeck: *mortified expression* "...We haven't seen that boy. I don't know what else to tell you. Don't you have him chipped or something?" -elsewhere- Dazai: o____o;;; Poster: "Have you seen this boy?" atsushi: O__________o; ???: are you looking for this boy? Dazai: "We...happen to know the boy's 'family.'" ^^;; aya: oh! well, he's been following me since earlier today. Q: O-O;; *ducks behind a wall* *INTERNAL SCREAMING* Dazai: "..." *shiny eyes of realization* "Oh~? Hey, Q! Your daddy's been worried sick about you! Come over here and talk with us and--" *smiles politely at Aya* "I'm sorry, young lady--what's your name?" aya: my name's aya! atsushi: oh! you're kunikida's friend from a while back, right? aya: *nods* the very same! ^^ Dazai: "..." *looks around her* "Huh. You are exactly as he described you." aya: mmhmm. ^^ is he in? Q:..... *dark aura* OuO# Dazai: *nod nod* "Why don't you go inside and say hello to your old friend?" aya: ok! Dazai: ^^ *looks at Q* atsushi:..um...hey.....Q. Q: IWASNTDOINGANYTHING! Dazai: "..." *smirks* "The suspect is always in denial..." Q: *tosses his doll at dazai's face* you wouldnt get it! >3< Dazai: "GRK!" *knocked back* atsushi: were you following her? Q: mori said that you're supposed to follow them so you know what they like! atsushi:..........................*facepalm* Dazai: *sits up* "...Creepy. I mean, sure, you get to know her (and likely get your ass kicked in the process), but she'll never like a stalker." Q: ...Q_Q *HUUUUUUG* Dazai: "..." *pat pat* "It's okay...because now you have two awesome men to give you advice on dating!" *pulls Atsushi to them* atsushi: O_O; odasaku: >->;;; Dazai: "Step one: talk to her. In person. Not just stalk her." Q: *going inside* Dazai: "??? Huh? What, was my advice not helpful?" -elsewhere- Shousaku: *looking at an ankle bracelet* "..." ???: *shriek* Shousaku: "!!!!" *looks around* -seems to be coming from a tunnel- Shousaku: "..." ("Maybe I can ignore this...I'm not a hero...") ???: please! i dont want to die! {Kunikida: "Discipline yourself, for justice..."} Shousaku: "..." *growls* "Damn it..." *runs into the tunnel* -a young woman is running- zoey: t-there's a man after m-me...h-he's going to- Shousaku: "Stay behind me...I'll get you out of here." zoey: t-thank you... Shousaku: "We'll just go out this tunnel, down the street, get you to--" -a sharp pain can be felt in his neck- Shousaku: "AAH!" zoey: *smiling as she pulls the needle out* uhuhu...nighty night~ Shousaku: *his vision blurs, his words fail...* "Yyyyyooossss..." *falls* -elsewhere- Kunikida: o_o; aya: long time no see, huh mr kunikida? Kunikida: "...I didn't expect you to get in so soon." aya: ^^ so what's new with you? Kunikida: "..." *holds up a notebook* "I got a new one?" aya: cool! Kunikida: ^^; "I suppose...*ahem* Was your train trip better than the last time in the station?" aya: yeah, this one kid followed me though. Kunikida: "...A kid? Who were they?" Q: um..... uhhhhh.... aya: i think he might be lost. your friend in the trenchcoat said he knows his dad. Kunikida: "..." -_____- "In a way. Did he give you any trouble?" aya: not really. Q: ummmm... .///w///.;;;; Kunikida: "We'll return him home. In the mean time, Aya, where are you staying?" aya: me? no where right now, my grandma's in the hospital. Kunikida: "...I'm sorry." aya: do you guys have a place for me to live till she gets better? Kunikida: "We can arrange that. The dorms we have are amenable." aya: thanks! *hug* Q: .....*looking around* Kunikida: "..." =\\\= *awkward back pat* Q: *takes some flowers off a shelf and hands them to her* aya:....um.... ._.; Q: if you arent doing anything, maybe we can go out together and i can pee in you? aya:..... *pale with shock* atsushi: *FALLS OVER* Kunikida: "..." *removes a gun from his notebook--and fires at Q* Q: *ducks and hides under a table* Q~Q;;;; *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* aya: who is it? "Q's Dad": "H-Hello? I am here to pick up my son?" aya: he's under the desk. Q: *peeeeek* O_O;;;;; fukuzawa: what's all the-...... o___________________________o; Kunikida: ._. "Q's Dad": owo;;;; "I WILL LEAVE NOW WITH Q--THANK YOU!" *pulls Q* Q: Q^Q aya:....w-what was that just now? Kunikida: "Stupidity." fukuzawa: .......................*too stunned to move* -outside- Q: -.-; Mori: *sighs* "Why were you here?" Q: i wanted to ask that girl out.....i think i messed up. Q_Q Mori: "??? How so?" Q: that kunikida tried to shoot at me! >^< and she looked pretty upset when i asked her out. elise: if you seriously used that peeing line, you need professional help, kid. Q: =3= Mori: owo;;; "Ha ha ha! I have no idea where you learn these things." ^\\\^;;; elise: *judgemental stare at mori* Q: but isnt that how a girl gets pregnant? elise:....*facepalm* oh you poor bastard. Mori: o\\\\\\o "...M-Maybe this is a conversation for another time..." elise: ok, Q, real talk here.... -elsewhere- Tachihara: "...!!!" *slides over* "Well, hello~" naomi:....uh, can i help you? Tachihara: "You already are. Your company would be great." naomi: um...im kind of busy right now, thanks. 7_7; Tachihara: "Too busy for just one drink~" Tanizaki: *appearing behind Tachihara* "..." naomi: .... *smug grin* Tachihara: "See? That's the beautiful smile I wanted to see--" Tanizaki: *grabs Tachihara by the neck, pulling him away and slamming him against the wall* Tachihara: "?!!! The fuck--" Tanizaki: "Back off. Now." naomi: *hug* thanks big bro! Tachihara: "...'Bro'?" *glares* "Get your hands off me!" *tries to lunge at Tanizaki* Tanizaki: "!!!" *dodges--and slips* O_o Tachihara: o____O *CRASH* *SMOOCH* naomi: ..... o//////o *taking pictures with her phone* Tachihara: O\\\\\\\O Tanizaki: o\\\\\\o ("Kill me now...") -elsewhere- Gin: *sighs* "Q was recovered." higuchi: *sigh of relief* thank god. naoya: ....good to know... =///=;;; Gin: *opens a bottle* "...Naoya? You okay?" naoya: just...nothing. =////=;; -elsewhere- Shousaku: *groans* keek: ?? Shousaku: *opens his eyes* "...Where am I?" keek: ...... -beep beep- Shousaku: "...And what's that beeping?" keek:... *pointing to her neck, and his* Shousaku: "...!!! Wh-What is this?!" keek:... ???: oh that? it's a bomb collar. Shousaku: "...And if I remove it?" ???: good luck. keek: *whimpering* Shousaku: "...Who are you all? Where am I? Why are you doing this?!" -someone enters the room- Shousaku: "...Wh-Who are you?" zoey: .... FD: "I am Fyodor. And you are now in the service of the Rats." Shousaku: "..." *glares at Zoey* zoey: nothing personal....im just...doing as master asks of me... keek: *whimpering* Shousaku: " 'Master'? Is that what I'm supposed to call him?" zoey: *holding a scalpel up to his neck, growling* Shousaku: "!!! W-Was it something I said?" FD: "Zoey." zoey:....*backing up* Shousaku: "...What is it you all want?" FD: "...Tell me about Doppo Kunikida." -elsewhere- Sakuya: "??? Naho, I think you got a text." naho: *checks her phone* hmm? *It's the Tanizaki x Tachihara pic* naho: O////w////O Sakuya: "..." -_____- -elsewhere- Tsukiyo: "We did good!" *hugs Fang-Hua* fang-hua: *smiles* ^^ Tsukiyo: "Hope the doc likes the cookies...So, what's next? Dinner?" -elsewhere- Joker: *passed out drunk* scarlet: -_-; *Joker's phone starts ringing* scarlet: ?? *picks up* yes? Victor: "Oh, hey! Is he in?" scarlet: drunk off his ass, but yeah. Victor: "Darn. Well, just wanted to let you know we're not yet at the Nether. Loading up on a lot of new tech and still mapping some corridors before descending." scarlet: ah. Victor: "I also have some advice on waking him up. You got any ice cubes?" scarlet: *checking the fridge* Victor: "So shove those down his shirt, pants, or socks--that'll get him up and going." scarlet: -_-; Victor: "Trust me, I had to do this a thousand times--works every time. Just be careful if he starts igniting..." -elsewhere- Chuuya: *asleep on the couch* "Zzz..." sonia: ..... *looking through a photo album* *There are photos of Chuuya as a child...* sonia: *small smile as she looks at the pictures* *There's one of Rain...* sonia: ..... *Chuuya is blushing in one with her* sonia: ...mama... Chuuya: *shifts in his sleep* "Hmm..." sonia: *looks up.....puts the book back* Chuuya: *yawn* "...!!! S-Sonia! Oh, no--Am I late?" -elsewhere- Lucy: "??? You look haggard." atsushi: weird day today. Lucy: "...Same." *she has a tear at the bottom of her dress and looks like she was in a fight* atsushi: !!! are you ok?! Lucy: ^^;;; "Remember those people I pulled in with you and everyone into my dimension in an attempt to kinda-sorta kill you? ...Yeah, I ran into them." atsushi: ... .///.; oh. Lucy: "We fought. Punches were thrown. Clothes torn. Tears shed. Reconciled over tea. So, it worked out..." atsushi:...i see. Lucy: "What happened on your weird day?" -he explains what happened- Lucy: .____. "...What the heck is wrong with that child?" atsushi: i have no idea. Lucy: "Kids like that need a better influence in their lives..." *looks at Atsushi* atsushi: yeah -elsewhere- Vulcan: "Got a minute?" shinra: whats up? Vulcan: "I had a question...about when you punched Giovanni in his stupid ugly face." shinra: ya? Vulcan: "Did it feel like a normal human nose?" shinra:....not really, now that i think about it. Vulcan: "...That's what scares me...Look what I found in some of my dad's materials..." *it's a claw arm* shinra: woah. Vulcan: "Yeah...It's kinda creepy. And it's used as a replacement for a human arm. And there's something even worse about it..." shinra: what's that? Vulcan: "...It's not even animal themed." shinra: *face fault* Vulcan: "...Want to use this arm to scare the piss out of Arthur?" shinra: im all ears. Arthur: "Zzz..." *asleep on the couch* Vulcan: *hands the arm to Shinra* shinra: *grins* Arthur: *turns on the couch, dead asleep* "Zzz..." shinra: *looks at vulcan* Vulcan: *touches his own nose, indicating where to put the clawed hand* shinra: *poke poke* Arthur: *grunts, waves his hand in front of his face* "Merlin, no...Put that wand away." -elsewhere- Kunikida: "Is this satisfactory?" aya: *she nods* yep! this'll do nicely! thanks again, kunikida! Kunikida: *nods* "You're welcome...Did you need a meal?" aya: can we order pasta? Kunikida: "Certainly." *takes his phone, calls* "...Hello?" -something watches...- yana: oh? who's this kid? Shousaku: "..." yana: *shaft head tilts* you know 'er? Shousaku: "...If I don't answer you, what happens?" yana: well, you not saying anything doesnt help us, sooooo....*shrug* Shousaku: *sighs* "I encountered her earlier the last time I faced Kunikida." yana: oh? she his kid or something? Shousaku: "No, nothing like that. At least, not biologically." yana: ah, got ya. Shousaku: "...Why is your dad like this?" yana: ......he just is, from what i've seen. Shousaku: "And your mother?" yana:........*excalibur face* Shousaku: "...What? I don't like her much either, but she is your mother--" yana: it's........complicated. very complicated. Shousaku: "...Oh. You're adopted." yana:....you _could_ say that...ish. Shousaku: "And what do you get out of this? Out of putting explosives on people's necks?" yana: what do _i_ get?.... *shrugs* im honestly not sure. i mean, i sort of have a roof over my head, so i guess that's nice. Shousaku: "But isn't a parent supposed to do that, unconditionally?" yana: listen, im gonna level with you kid, my 'parentage' is really complicated to talk about, and you would probably not believe me, even _if_ i gave you the full details. Shousaku: "I'm stuck underground as a hostage, all because your dad has some hard-on over an ability user. Try to surprise me. I dare you." yana: well.....sit your ass down, it's a doozy. -elsewhere- Kid: *sighs* stocking: busy? Kid: "Just thinking...What's up?" -elsewhere- Fitzgerald: *holds up a Gundam model kit* mary: ooooh, that looks neat! louisa: *sweatdrop* Fitzgerald: "I'm so used to building ships in bottles, and this was on sale! Let's get started..." -elsewhere- Shamrock: *sits back in chair* x_____= naho: how was your day, sham? Shamrock: "I don't know...A bit exhausting despite how little was done. Yours?" -elsewhere- Kunikida: *washing dishes* -knocks- Kunikida: "???" *looks through peephole* naomi: *wave* Kunikida: *opens the door* "Yes?" naomi: what's up? Kunikida: "Was washing dishes after having dinner with Aya. You?" naomi: might we come in? Kunikida: " 'We'?" -she brought tanizaki with her- Tanizaki: owo;; *waves* Kunikida: "...Come in. What did you want to discuss?" -elsewhere- Benimaru: *mapping out something underneath the village* kabuki: ?? Benimaru: "There used to be smugglers who used tunnels underneath this village...Hide their loot before returning to claim it." kabuki: oh? Benimaru: "I need someone to navigate those paths for an exit out of this village--and to guard both the entrance and the exit." kabuki: is there a reason? Benimaru: "...Getting someone out of here. At least for awhile." kabuki: i see... Benimaru: "...You and Tsukiyo start digging out the tunnel. A fox and a rabbit should make quick work..." kabuki: understood. Benimaru: "Report directly to me or Konro--no one else." kabuki: right. -elsewhere- Todoroki: *looking at his superhero uniform* "..." fuyumi: shouto? i got dinner ready. Todoroki: "...Coming." *sets down his uniform, opens the door* "Thank you..." fuyumi: ... Todoroki: "...Is something wrong?" fuyumi: you ok? Todoroki: "...Same as ever..." rubs the back of his neck* -elsewhere- sonia: .... Chuuya: "...Sonia?" sonia: ....*hug* can we....see mama? Chuuya: "...Sure...Are you okay going to the...going there?" sonia:....*nods* Chuuya: "..." *pats her head* "Brave girl...We can head out now if you want." sonia: ...ok. Chuuya: *nods* "Okay. Put on your coat..." *picks up his keys and phone* -and so- sonia: *hugs the grave* Chuuya: "..." *his eyes are wet...* sonia: papa bought these for you. *puts a bouquet on the grave* Chuuya: *small smile, wiping his eyes* sonia: night, mama. we love you a lot, ok? Chuuya: *pats Sonia's back* "Yes..." sonia: *looks up at him* Chuuya: *tears falling* *hugs Sonia* sonia:....*hug* u.u Chuuya: *sniffs, cries* sonia: .... Chuuya: "L-Let's go home..." *sniff* sonia:...ok. Chuuya: *shaking, trying to walk to the car* -later- sonia: *asleep* Chuuya: *staring at a glass of bourbon* "..." mito: o^o~? Chuuya: *mindlessly pets Mito, still staring at the glass* "..." mito: *purrs* Chuuya: "..." TT_____TT *pushes the glass away, puts his hand over his face* mito: ?? Chuuya: *sobs* mito:...*nuzzles against his leg* Chuuya: "..." *picks up Mito, hugs her* mito: ^w^ Chuuya: *sniff, strokes Mito* mito: *soft purr* Chuuya: *closes his eyes* -elsewhere- yana: so that's basically how things work around here. you follow? Shousaku: o______o "...So...You're a test tube baby?" yana: more or less, yeah. Shousaku: "...And I'm held here...with an explosive...like everyone else?" yana: so far, it's just you two...and the other prisoners. Shousaku: "And I get the explosive just to keep me here? Why? What does your d--...your supervisor want with me?" yana: you'd have to bring that up with him, then. Shousaku: "..." -_____- "He was preoccupied." yana: -_-; say no more. keek: i dont know what that lady sees in him... yana: well, chapter 1, she's fucked in the head. Shousaku: "And he's using her when she's not all there upstairs?" yana: .....well, i think he's the reason she's like this now... Shousaku: "...What the hell did he do to her?" yana:.....it's not really my place to say. Shousaku: "..." *points to her computer* "You monitor people with cameras? Or is that thing just for Mario Kart?" -elsewhere- Akutagawa: "...What's wrong with you, Q?" Q: love bites. Akutagawa: "...Yes, it does." T_T Q:....do you want to lay on the floor too? Akutagawa: "..." *lies down, stares at the ceiling* TT_TT Q: TT3TT Mori: "...I can still advise you how to--" higuchi: advise them how to _what_? Mori: owo;;; "...Get the girl? Or boy? Whatever these fellows are desiring." higuchi:...*raising a brow at him* Mori: OWO;;;; "Higuchi could demonstrate! Tell Akutagawa what the Were-Tiger wants to hear..." higuchi: .... *awkward glance at akutagawa* Akutagawa: "...I can't imagine her as the Were-Tiger. She looks nothing like him." Q: no kidding. Mori: "...I can fix that!" *holds up an outfit that looks like Atsushi's...and a roll of tape* higuchi: *already fled* Mori: OWO;;;;; "Then who's going to wear this?" *holds up an outfit similar to aya’s* -elsewhere- Tanizaki: "Thanks for dessert!" naomi: ^^ Kunikida: "...You're welcome. I do not usually have people visiting." -elsewhere- Poe: o\\\\o lana: what's up? Poe: *looks at Lana* "...You look...beautiful." lana: ^///^ thanks. just thought i'd have my hair loose for a change. Poe: "It-It's a letty prook for you...I mean! Um, a pretty look for you..." lana: *smiles and pats his head* i appreciate it, edgar. *kiss on the cheek* Poe: ^\\\\^ "Th-Thanks..." -elsewhere- Touma: *sips wine* mafura: zzzzzz Touma: *adjusts camera* -elsewhere- Hyde: *soaked in soda* Q___Q -elsewhere- Patty: "--and then the princess sliced off the dragon's head, saving the prince." julie: Q-Q poor dragon. Patty: "...But the dragon was going to eat the prince." -elsewhere- Sakuya: *staring at the ceiling* naho: *asleep* lilac: *sleeping under the weighted blanket* Sakuya: "..." *leans his head near Naho's* naho: =w= Sakuya: *closes his eyes* =\\\= -early morning- Kid: *kitten yawn* stocking: morning~ Kid: =w= "Good...*yawn*...morning..." *hug* stocking: *huuuug* Kid: *smiles, as he kisses her cheek* "So nice..." -elsewhere- Dazai: "Zzz..." -alarm clock going off- Dazai: *smashes the alarm clock* -rip alarm clock- Dazai: =_______= *sits up in bed, stretches...looks at the time listed on the dead clock* -7:45 am- Dazai: *grunts, gets out of bed, leans back--snapping his back into position* "Okay..." *slips off his pajama pants, walks into the bathroom* -on the calendar, ango's birthday is listed for tomorrow- Dazai: "..." *light bulb* owo "Yay! Birthday!" *opens his window* "BIRTHDAY!" Bystander: "PUT ON SOME PANTS!" Dazai: "...Birthday suit!" -elsewhere- ango: o____.o; i had a bad feeling all the sudden.... -elsewhere- Kyoka: *tosses bunny plushie to Atsushi* atsushi: hmm? Kyoka: "...It's cute. Hug it." atsushi: *hugs* soft. *SNAP* atsushi: O_O;;;;;; what was that? Kyoka: *holding phone* "A photo." atsushi: oh. haha. ^^;;; Kyoka: *send* atsushi: *small smile* -elsewhere- Relan: *snores* shinra: zzzzz..... Relan: *turns over, his arm thrown over* shinra: =///= Relan: *hug* shinra: mmmmm~ Relan: *smooch* -elsewhere- Shotaro: "Look what I found!" *holds up a raccoon* mana: O-O;; Shotaro: "He was in the garbage can! I also found Assi and some sticky person." mana: *glances* Assi: *stuck in another can...with Mineta stuck on his head* "Kill me..." -elsewhere- Izuku: "Heading to the grocery, Mom! Need anything?" -elsewhere- Chuuya: "Zzz..." sonia: zzzzz.... Chuuya: *grunts...* *sits up* "...Rain..." -...you know she isnt here- Chuuya: "..." *covers his face* mito: *mew* Chuuya: *shakes his head, walks to the bathroom* sonia: zzzz.... Chuuya: *locks himself in the bathroom, sits on edge of the tub, putting his hands over his head* mito: *paws at the door* Chuuya: "..." *opens the door...stares at Mito* "..." mito: *she looks worried* Chuuya: *sits on the floor* "..." mito: *nuzzle* Chuuya: "..." *pets* mito: ^w^ Chuuya: *crying silently* sonia:.....*yawn* Chuuya: *shaking* sonia: papa? Chuuya: *lifts his head...his eyes are red* "...I'm sorry." sonia: *hug* Chuuya: *hug* "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." sonia: u///u Chuuya: "I-I want to do all I can for you..." sonia: ... Chuuya: "I'm going to be there...because that's what your mother wants." sonia: .... -elsewhere- Bakugo: "Stupid, stupid, stupid..." eijiro: ??? Bakugo: "Not even in first place...Gonna need to do something desperate..." -elsewhere- Victor: *running* "DON'T KILL ME!" nozomi: ?!?! Victor: "I DIDN'T MEAN TO--" *ducks under a table* maki: GET OUT HERE! Victor: "NEVER!" *pulls a Nerf gun out from the table--and fires* maki: OW! Victor: owo;;;;; "I made it worse, didn't I?" -elsewhere- Kunikida: *knock knock* aya: hmm? Kunikida: "Checking in. Did you sleep?" aya: yep! thanks again for all this. Kunikida: "It is what must be done to expedite circumstances for you to acclimate yourself to this environment." aya:....huh? Kunikida: -___- "It was easy to get you an apartment than leaving you homeless." aya: ah...well, thanks a bunch ^^ Kunikida: "...What are you doing for today?" aya: i might just watch the sports festival today. Kunikida: "...Well..." *scratches his cheek* "If you want...the office has a big-screen TV..." aya: awesome! Kunikida: "...Very well. Follow me to the office." -elsewhere- midnight: the next round is....cavalry battle! ochako: cool! Mineta: "..." Q___Q "I suck at those..." midnight: -at the top, izuku midoriya is worth...ten million points! Izuku: ( | ) ~ ( | ) -eye glints from everywhere- Iida: *red eyes* Bakugo: *murderous red eyes* Izuku: ("Pressure. Under pressure. Pressing down on me...") midnight: alright everyone, get your teams ready! Izuku: *muttering* "I will have to think about who to include...Maybe him...Her? Yes...And maybe--" -everyone is avoiding him- Izuku: D: "U-Um, Ojiro?" -many surround Bakugo- Bakugo: o_____o Mineta: *waving his arms* Shouji! ???: hey deku! Izuku: Q_______Q "Huh?" ochako: want to be on a team? *smile* Todoroki: "!!!!" *turns, looking* Izuku: "URARAKA!!!!" *explosion of tears* ochako: *hammer space umbrella* well, wouldnt it make sense to team up with a friend? ^^ Izuku: "E-Even when everyone wants my ten million points?" ~_____~ Todoroki: "..." *he's sweating* ochako: sure. ^^ we still need two more teammates....!! iida! Iida: "..." *looks* "Yes?" Izuku: *happy face* "JOIN US!" Todoroki: "..." Iida: "...I'm listening." Iida: *looks at Ochaco* eijiro: oooi! bakugou! Bakugo: "...What?" eijiro: let's team up! *thumbs up* Bakugo: "...Why? All you can do is get hard." mina: phrasing, boom! eijiro: you want to get the ten-mil, right? Bakugo: "...You're one to talk, Raccoon Eyes. Got any handle on your--" *hears Eijiro* "...The hell did you just say?" eijiro: we can help you get the ten-mil! ^^ mina: im not a raccoon. Bakugo: "...And take down Deku..." *evil devil grin* mina: o-o;;; hanta: o.o;;; -with izuku's group- Izuku: "--and while Ochaco makes us weightless, you'll be the horse. That just leaves one more person as a rider, someone physically strong. I was thinking--" Iida: "I expect no less, Midoriya. But I decline." Izuku: owo;;;; "...What?" ochako: wait what?! D8 Iida: "You are wonderful friends, Uraraka, Midoriya. But if I want to be better, I can't depend on you alone. I have to get stronger. And it is not only Bakugo and Todoroki who see you as rivals..." *steps away...to Todoroki's team* Todoroki: "..." *whispers to Iida* "Did you manage to convince Uraraka--" Iida: "No. Stop asking." Todoroki: "...I-I was just curious." ochako: *sad face* well that's a bummer. ???: well well well, seems you two are in bit of a pickle here. ochako: yes, but-... 0-0 wait? mei: WANT TO TEAM UP WITH ME?! Izuku: "TOO CLOSE!" ochako: oh! you're the girl from the marathon! Izuku: "What are you--" mei: mei hatsume! support team student! nice to meet you! again! no doubt that they'll have their eyes on the number one winner, which means i'll be in the spotlight, and more importantly, my precious babies! Izuku: O_______O "...But you're so young." mei: in the support department, we work on equipment to make hero's quirks easier to use! ochako: oh. Thaaat’s what you mean! Izuku: "...Oh." .\\\. "Um...Oh! Is that a jetpack?" mei: yep! Izuku: "It looks like an exact replica of Buster Hero's! How did you do that? His agency used to be in my neighborhood! I remember seeing him..." *mutter mutter mutter* hitoshi:.....hey you. nirengeki: y-yes? -nirengeki's eyes glaze over- hitoshi: you're on my team, ok? nirengeki:....yeah. midnight: time's up! Monoma: *chuckles* Izuku: *putting on his headband* hitoshi: .... ochako: *determined* mei: hehehe~ Tokoyami: "Dark Shadow...Prepare." Dark Shadow: *roar* Izuku: "Let's do this!" midnight: get ready....BEGIN! Izuku: *sees two teams coming at him* O____O hagakure: we're gonna getchu, deku~ ^^ ochako: deku! the backpack! Izuku: O______O "R-Right! Ignition! Tokoyami, block--" Tokoyami: *tries to move--and looks down* "...Quicksand?" Izuku: "!!! Ochaco! Help us out!" *turns on jet pack to get them out of the quicksand* honezuki: you're not getting away _that_ easy! -FWEEEEEE- announcer: TEAM MIDORIYA HAS GONE AIRBORN! Tokoyami: "Not happening." *blocks* Izuku: "This is great, Mei! Your babies are amazing!" mei: arent they? ^^ Izuku: *nod nod* "I'll have to ask your help with more babies!" Dark Shadow: "PHRASING." ochako: we're making a landing! Sato: "Let's get them, Hagakure! Let's--" *looks up* "...Um, I think you're missing some clothes." jirou: dont stare at her per-......YOUR HEADBAND IS GONE! hagakure: OH NO! Sato: "Oh, sugar!" Monoma: *whistles, twirling headband* announcer: it's already chaos out there! Izuku: "!!! Shoji is coming at us! Ochaco, let's get back into the air!" ochako: on i-...IM STUCK?! O_O;; Izuku: "Wait...That's Mineta's ball! But where is he--?" Dark Shadow: *mutters* "Phrasing..." Mineta: "I'M EVERYWHERE!!!!" midnight: and bakugou's team is down to 0! Bakugo: *feels something sweep by his forehead* "What?!" Monoma: "I guess you won't need this..." mina: D8 HEY! Monoma: "It did not take a genius to realize what would be the next round--as the obstacle course was about thinning the herd, then raising the stakes in this round. Unlike you, jumping to the first action, Class 1B did long-term planning." mina: o-o; itsuka: o-o;;; oh no. Bakugo: "..." *smirks* "Long-term planning my ass. If you're so big on long-term planning, you wouldn't be some single loser with no chance of someone wanting to be around your unlikable ass." Monoma: "..." kosei: ouch. talk about a burn, and he's not even using his quirk. Monoma: *smirks* "Like he even has a handle on it." Bakugo: "...The fuck you say?" Monoma: "All this time at this school, and Bakugo is known for only one thing: getting trapped by the sludge monster." Bakugo: "..." Monoma: "It's so common, we might as well make it a yearly holiday: 'Bakugo gets captured day.'" Bakugo: *SNAP* "Kirishima...New plan..." eijiro: ?? .. O_O;;; um....baku- *Holy cow--he's on fire!* mina: O-O;;; hanta: O-O;;;;; Bakugo: "We're gonna get Deku...but first...I'M GONNA MURDER EVERY LAST ONE OF THESE CLASS 1 B MOTHERFUCKERS! (Excluding Itsuka...)" Monoma: "..." *smirks* shihai: well, this doesnt sound good. kosei: OwO;;; kaibara: i think we made him a bit too angry. eijiro: calm down man, he's just trying to get to your head! Bakugo: "NO, HE HASN'T!" *starts beating on Eijiro's head* "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR! CHARGE, MOTHER FUCKER, CHARGE!!!" Monoma: "Huh. Maybe I did. Well, time to dodge." mina: let's go! Izuku: "What's the damage?" ochako: um...i think we're cornered. Todoroki: "..." Iida: "..." Izuku: o_o;;; "...This is a competition." ochako: OwO;;; Mineta: "Hey! We lost my headband! Let's get Izuku's!" announcer: SO FAR THEY'VE MANAGED TO EVADE TODOROKI FOR 5 MINUTES! can they keep it up? Izuku: "...Oh, super-crap." Todoroki: "...Oh. Other teams are coming. Momo, the cloak, please." momo: right! Todoroki: "Denki, begin." -SHASHOCK- itsuka: ORORORORORO Sato: X______X Mineta: "I DON'T WANT TO DIE A VIRGIN LIKE THIS!!!" hiryuu: <shiiiiiii-> ochako: O-O;;; this is bad- Izuku: "At least they didn't get us..." Todoroki: "Now, freeze." *sends out blast of ice across the floor, entrapping other teams* "Iida..." ochako: !!! Iida: *nods, as he speeds across, snatching the other teams' headbands* denki: *SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAM* -denki is now pantsless- jurota:....are those pikachu print underpants? manga: "nice" Todoroki: "...Momo, we'll get him new pants later. Iida, work around his pantslessness. Dark Shadow: *whimper* Izuku: "??? Tokoyami...?" Tokoyami: "As I said, we're lucky that Dark Shadow could withstand even that light..." ochako: ... -grab- ochako: !!!! Izuku: "...Wh-What just happened?!" Iida: *panting...* "Recipro Burst...an ability I have not shown..." *smiles* "I told you, Midoriya: I am your rival." Izuku: Q____Q >_____< "CHARGE!!!!!!!" ochako: *charging forwards....making a small glance to the audience* (thinking: is that...?) Endeavor: "...What a weak fool." ochako: ....*focusing* Izuku: "..." (Ochako: "I have to become a hero, to help Mom and Dad...") "..." *charges his hand...* Todoroki: "!!!" *holds up his arm--which ignites* Endeavor: "..." *smiles* ochako: !!! announcer: 10 SECONDS LEFT! Izuku: ("Which is it...I'll just grab the one he flipped around...the top one!") *power up grab--knocking back the flames and Todoroki's hand* Todoroki: "AAAAH!" *his hand is hit, limp* Izuku: ("I'm so sorry, Todoroki...but this is mine!") *grabs the headband, escaping* -9...8....7...- Bakugo: "DON'T YOU DARE FORGET ME, YOU ICY-HOT BASTARD!" Todoroki: *holding his hand, panting* "My hand!" -6....5...4...- Izuku: *looks at the headband* "I got it! I got--" ._.;;;;; -70- Izuku: Q____Q "...Shit." -5...- Izuku: "Turn back! We got to--" -4...- Dark Shadow: *swings back* -3...2...- Todoroki: "????" *looks up at his head* "What?!" Bakugo: "AAAARG!" -BEEEEEEEP- midnight: time's up! Bakugo: *face-plant* *Price Is Right fail theme plays* person: *answers phone* yeah? announcer: in first place, team todoroki! denki: will someone please give me some pants? announcer: in second place, TEAM BAKUGOU! mina: whew. announcer: in third place is- eh? team shinsou?! hitoshi: thanks for the help. nirengeki: ....*blinks* w-wha? is it over already? Iida: "Momo made these for you, Denki." *holds up plaid pants* Bakugo: *banging his head against the ground* denki: .... QuQ ochako: ....hey deku. *points to tokoyami* Izuku: "Guys, I'm sorry I--" mei + ochako: *pointing to tokoyami* Izuku: "But I wanted to apologize--" Tokoyami: "Stop. And promise you won't cry." Izuku: "...Okay, I promise." Tokoyami: "When you hit Todoroki, you shook him. I tried to get the 10 million, and I failed. I am sorry." Izuku: "...But this is my fault--" Tokoyami: "But I got another." ochako: OoO mei: !! Dark Shadow: *holds the 519 headband* Izuku: "..." *geyser tears* Dark Shadow: "HE SAID NOT TO CRY!" Tokoyami: -____- announcer: in 4th place. TEAM MIDORIYA!! inko: *geyser tears* IIIZUUUUKUUUUU!!!! neighbor: *stomping* KEEP IT DOWN! inko: sorry! Neighbor #2: "Her son won something--you shut up, Frank!" frank: .n. *shuts up* ochako: ^^.....*looks over at todoroki* Todoroki: *clutching his hand...shaking...* ochako:....*looks up at the audience* Endeavor: "...Disappointing." *turns away for the exit* ochako: ..... Endeavor: *walks down the stairs* -elsewhere- Kunikida: "...That was quite impressive." aya: did you see them? they were like WOOOSH and KABLAM and NYYYYOOM! Kunikida: "Hmm. Yes. There were many explosions...Would you be interested in attending the games in person?" aya: *shiny eyes* for reals?? Kunikida: "We have favors to call in. And some of our members are participating in the games." aya: woah really?? -elsewhere- miura: that was quite a spectacle, sir. Mori: "...Who was that boy?" miura: *looking it up* neito monoma. a UA student. Mori: "A UA student, who has stayed under the radar this long? He has a quirk?" miura: yes. being able to copy the quirk of anyone he touches for 5 minutes, but he is only able to use one at a time. Mori: "Hmm...Ask Akutagawa to keep an eye on that boy." miura: understood, sir. Mori: *smiles, sips his drink* -elsewhere- Benimaru: "Get in the hole." Mr. Tsubaki: "I DON'T WANT TO GO INTO THE HOLE!" Benimaru: "Do I have to force you into that hole?" Mr. Tsubaki: "I'm too big for your hole!" Benimaru: "No, you're not. Just push yourself in--" Tsukiyo: *outside* O\\\\\\\o *brain has broken* kirei: ^^; Mr. Tsubaki: "Fine! I'll hide in your stupid, smelly hole." Benimaru: *nods* fang-hua: you know he means the tunnels, right? Tsukiyo: *squishes Fang-Hua's cheeks* "Don't ruin this...for me..." fang-hua:.... -.-; Mr. Tsubaki: "...Where does it go?" Benimaru: "Just follow the path. I have someone waiting for you." Mr. Tsubaki: "???" -elsewhere- Sakuya: "..." *his hands are shaking* "I-I-I don't believe this..." naho: is something wrong? Sakuya: *holds up a photo...of him as a baby* naho: .... !!! Sakuya: "It-It's from the hospital..." naho: ....sakkun... Sakuya: Q_____Q naho:....*hugs* Sakuya: *hug* Y______Y -elsewhere- ango: ._____..; kirako: ^^; Kunikida: -_______- "I was going to spend a quiet evening organizing my books." ango: -_.-; Dazai: "Come on--you two needed to come out! In public. For fun. That's all I meant." kirako: ^^; Kunikida: "..." *eyeglass flash* "Which is why you promised to pay for Ango's meal, yes?" Dazai: OWO;;;; "...Huh?" ango: did you forget what tomorrow is? any birthdays? *glasses shine* Dazai: OWO;;; *looks into his wallet* "...My poor babies...Daddy has to give you away to buy food..." ango: -__.-; please dont refer to yourself as 'daddy'. Kunikida: "The thought of you procreating is repugnant." Dazai: Q_________Q kirako: ^^; Kunikida: "Ango, what will you be ordering? Something expensive, I imagine." -elsewhere- Bakugo: "GET BACK HERE, YOU SMUG, SMIRKING PIECE OF SHIT!" Monoma: *dodging* "Sorry, can't hear you!" hanta: come on, you already won, bakugo- Bakugo: "I WAS GOING TO RIP THE POINTS OFF OF DEKU BEFORE THIS ASSHOLE GOT IN THE WAY, ALL BECAUSE HE KEEPS HARASSING ITSUKA! I'M GOING TO BEAT HIS ASS, THEN I'M GOING TO BEAT DEKU'S ASS, THEN I'M GOING TO LOCK TODOROKI IN A REFRIGERATOR AND TOSS IT OFF A CLIFF!" hanta:.....holy cow. mina: .-.; eijiro:....*softly, but with a lot of emotion* bruh. Todoroki: *leaving the nurse's office, his sprained wrist healed* "..." ("I screwed up...I wasn't supposed to awaken it...") ochako: hey todoroki. ^^ congrats on making first! Todoroki: "..." *stares at her* ochako: ....how's your wrist? Todoroki: "It's fine." *turns* ochako: ....is something bothering you? Todoroki: "...Why did you work with Midoriya?" ochako: eh? well, because we're friends. ^^ plus he looked lonely, i dont want anyone to feel left out. Todoroki: "What if I wanted you on my team?" ochako: me? *points to herself* then maybe tsuyu would have joined deku's team then? Todoroki: "And if you were on my team, your weightlessness could have been helpful..." ochako: i guess it would have been. ^^ Todoroki: "...You...did well out there." ochako:.... *smiles* thanks. Todoroki: "...Well, I should get something to eat." -\\\- -elsewhere- Rin: "Yay, Izuku!" Death the Kid: Izuku: ^\\\\^ madoka: congrats on winning 4th! kyouko: not bad. shinra: you did awesome out there, man! Izuku: ^\\\^ "I-I couldn't have done it without my team..." Dark Shadow: *gobbling another apple* mei: ^^ hmm? where did the gravity girl go? Izuku: "Oh...She said she wanted to check on Todoroki." mei: ah, i see. Izuku: "...I hope he's okay...I didn't mean to hit his hand so hard...but that fire--" shinra: it didnt seem like the same kind of fire that i use, or anyone with an ignition ability, really. Izuku: "I thought the same...I think it has to do with Todoroki inheriting his ability as a Quirk, whereas Ignition Abilities...well, you had told me..." shinra: *nods* Izuku: "...Something not hereditary but...transmitted..." shinra: ?? tsuyu: hey izuku. Izuku: "!!! H-Hey, Tsuyu--Tsu! Um...I'm sorry about the competition." tsuyu: it's fine, no hard feelings, right? Izuku: ^\\\^ "R-Right...You have dinner yet?" -elsewhere- Yohei: *holding up burnt pasta* o___O -elsewhere- Endeavor: *standing outside the stadium* All Might: "Been a long time...Endeavor." ochako: ?? *peeeeek* Endeavor: "..." *flames higher* "All Might..." All Might: "...Happy to see you! Let's get ice cream!" ochako: *listening* Endeavor: "Get out of my sight. As if I'd have ice cream with you--" All Might: "Oh, right--sorry! That was insensitive! We'll get something hot--" Endeavor: "I don't want any damn tea!" ochako: ... (thinking: jeez, mr endeavor's a jerk.) All Might: "...I just wanted to congratulate you and Little Shoto. That was an impressive victory, all without using his left side. I know someone is raising him well--which is why I wanted to ask for your help in training the next generation--" Endeavor: "..." *chuckles* "That happy-go-lucky attitude of yours...That is your undoing. It pisses me off." All Might: *tiny voice* "I-I'm sorry--" ochako: *glare* (thinking: wow, he's _really_ a jerk! ) Endeavor: "I didn't raise that boy. I created him." All Might: "...Huh?" ochako: ?? Endeavor: "That rebellious little brat...I made him for one purpose: to surpass you!" All Might: "...Eh?!" ochako: ?! Endeavor: "I'm gonna make sure he surpasses you...With the power of that mother of his, and my power, all he needs is the right motivation...His mother made sure to give him that. Now he'll desire to surpass me...surpass you...to be the best hero. My blood in his veins will make sure of that. Say goodbye to all that fame, All Might..." *sneers* "It's mine now." ochako:.....*exits* ....(thinking: todoroki....) All Might: "Um...Okay...Well...Good...talk?" Endeavor: "Go fuck yourself." All Might: o____O Endeavor: *leaves* -elsewhere- Lucy: Q_____Q "Oh no..." atsushi: what's wrong?? Lucy: "I...kinda put a bet on who would win the round in the Sports Festival." atsushi: o-o oh. with who? ranpo: YEAH! hello 20 bucks! welcome to my wallet! Lucy: >______< "T-Take it, you overgrown child!" *tosses money at Ranpo, hugs her plushie* ranpo: ^^ Kyoka: "Too bad. I guess it doesn't pay to bet against someone thinking four steps ahead." atsushi: (thinking: im convinced he may be an esper in some way...) *a knock against the door, as it sounds like someone has dropped a body there* atsushi: O-O;; Dazai: *collapsed in front of the door* TT____TT atsushi: um.... ._.; kirako: *helping him to the couch* Dazai: "My money...All my money..." Kunikida: *enters* "...I brought dessert." Kyoka: "Mine." atsushi: ^^; Kyoka: *offers a slice of cake to Ranpo* Lucy: "So, you get your date's number--" Kunikida: *glare* Lucy: "Eep!" *hides behind Atsushi* -elsewhere- Kid: *changing into pajamas* stocking: *in negligee* Kid: *smiles* "Looks great on you." stocking: thanks~ but i bet it'd look better on the floor~ Kid: o\\\\o "...I-I would have to do a comparison to check..." -elsewhere- Shousaku: *looking at a Bible* "Whose is that?" yana: that would be the padre's. leo: i shall return this to him. *picks it up and walks off* Hawthorne: *writing onto scraps of paper* leo: *knocking* pastor. you forgot this. Hawthorne: "...Oh. Thank you." *holds out his hand* leo: *hands it to him* Hawthorne: "...Do you like sermons?" leo: i dont have the time today. perhaps some other time. *she walks away* Hawthorne: "..." *hugs his book* YY____YY leo: ... Hawthorne: *sniffs, opens his book...continues writing* -elsewhere- Todoroki: "Oh, you're back." ochako: ...just had to use the facilities. ^^ Todoroki: "...Ah..." *looks at the clock* "...Are you returning home?" ochako: *nods* Todoroki: "...I'll walk you home." ochako: ... *thinking about what endeavor said...* Todoroki: "...What?" ochako: ....you want dinner with us? ^^; Todoroki: "...'Us'?" ochako: me and my family? Todoroki: "...Would they mind?" ochako: i'll call and ask. ^^ Todoroki: "...I would like that." ochako: ^^ -elsewhere- Victor: X________X -elsewhere- katya: *siiigh* bored....im gonna get something to drink... Shousaku: *in the kitchen* katya: who let you outta your cell, brat? Shousaku: "...I said I wanted a glass of water. The guard led me here." katya: ah. yana:...*smug smile* Shousaku: "You wanted a drink, too?" yana: nah. i told zoey that fyodor wanted some tea, so she went to bring him some....meanwhile ivan is _also_ bringing him tea. i have the camera set up. want to watch? katya: oh hell yeah! this is gonna be good, i can tell! Shousaku: "??? Why would that be a problem?": yana: oh dont worry, my dude. this is gonna be hysterical. zoey: *entering the room....at the same time as ivan....* *smiles, twitching slightly* Ivan: "...Hello, Miss Lewis." zoey: .....might i....ask what you're doing? *hands shaking.* Ivan: "To tend to Master Dostoevsky. He asked me for tea." zoey: what a coincidence...master fyodor...asked the same of me.... -murderous aura- pushkin: *turns the corner...spots them....turns and walks away* nope nope nope nope not touchin that nope. Ivan: *smiles...shaking* "That seems unlikely. Master Dostoevsky would not want to trouble you. He knows how difficult it is for you to make tea as he desires." zoey: i would...gladly...go out of my way for him. ^^# Ivan: "Oh, I know, Miss Lewis. But let's face it--you do have difficulty following instructions." zoey: *vein burst* i always....do as...master asks...of me... ^^## katya: *malicious chuckle* yana: *whistle* how she gonna recover from that one? Ivan: "...You try. But sometimes, Master Dosyoevsky wants someone who knows how to fulfill his every desire...Otherwise, if he was already fulfilled, I don't think he would be asking me." katya: OH! dang that gotta sting. zoey: *snarling* Ivan: "And there we go, with the snarling, like the bitch you are--" zoey: why y-you little- keek: um...excuse me? Ivan: "Yes, child?" keek: i was just....wanting to know where the bathroom was? QuQ zoey: *opens the door and goes in* Ivan: "!!!" *pushes past Keek to get to the door before he's locked out* keek: *knocked over* >< Ivan: *pushes his way inside* Shousaku: "!!!" FD: "...Zoey. Ivan. What the hell?" zoey: y-your tea master fyodor! yana: do we have a tie on our hands? lets see what the judge has to say. Ivan: "I made it just as you want it!" *pushes into Zoey* FD: O_O "Um, be careful--" zoey: >^< -nice catch- yana: his tea didnt even drop. katya: we have a winner for this round! FD: "..." *looks at the tea...sips* zoey: D8 ..... *hateful glare at ivan* Ivan: *smiles at FD* "I only wish to serve you, Master~" *smirks at Zoey* FD: "Not bad." zoey: *shaking* FD: "Let's try Zoey's." Ivan: D8 "What?" zoey: *shiny eyes* yana: OOOOOH PLOT TWIST! FD: *sips her cup* "...What did you add to this, Zoey?" zoey: i put my own blood into it. yana: .....im not even shocked. katya: ew. Ivan: O_______O Shousaku: "..." *dry heave* FD: "...Zoey, we need to talk about that..." zoey: do you...not like it? FD: "Did you add it because of my condition?" zoey: i wanted....to be a part of you....<3 Ivan: "..." ("She's mad...") FD: "..." *smiles* "But Zoey, you're already part of me..." zoey: ah~<3 yana: ugh, massive cringe points. katya: he's doing this to troll us, i just know it. *gag* FD: *strokes a finger under her chin* Ivan: "S-Sir! I could...I could..." zoey: *small glare back at ivan* FD: *looks at Ivan* "You could what?" Ivan: O______O "...I could let you lick more of her blood!" leo: ..... (thinking: ivan....) *sigh* FD: "..." *looks at Zoey* zoey: would you....like that, master? FD: "...Sure, why not." Ivan: *already holding a knife* zoey: *slicing into her shoulder with her scalpel* Ivan: D:< FD: "..." *smiles, as he licks up the blood* zoey: ah~ u////u Ivan: "...Sir, I--" leo: .... FD: *presses Zoey down onto his bed* zoey: ah~! Ivan: "..." *sets his tea down on the table...turns to leave* leo:....ivan. try not to be too disheartened... *she seems concerned* Ivan: *slams the door shut behind him, storms forward--knocking Keek down again* keek: >^< WHY leo: ....ivan? will you be alright? Ivan: "I'm fine!" *keeps walking* leo:....do you want something to drink? Ivan: "...Sure." leo:....*small smile* -elsewhere- Monoma: Q_____Q pony: sorrya ya didnt make it to da next round, nate. Monoma: "I thought the plan was perfect..." pony: ?? Monoma: "How did that hot-head break through defenses?" kaibara: he seemed pretty pissed off....scary. Monoma: "No kidding...He's like a villain." student: and interesting way to call the kettle, pot. Monoma: "NAME ONE VILLAINOUS THING I HAVE EVER DONE!" kaibara: stalking itsuka, harassing bakugou for talking to itsuka, lying about owning a Rolex. Monoma: "I DIDN'T KNOW IT SAID 'FOLEX!'" kaibara: you own and show off a bootleg watch. and that's terrible. Monoma: "..." *takes off the watch, puts it in his pocket* "There. Better?" -elsewhere- Todoroki: "...This is your home?" ochako: yep. Todoroki: "It looks...cozy." mama uraraka: welcome home honey! ochako: hey mom! mama uraraka: yuu came over today too. yuu: welcome home. ochako: hey yuu! *hug* Todoroki: "...???" ochako: todoroki, this is my cousin, yuu. yuu, mom, this is my friend from school, todoroki. mama uraraka: nice to meet you. Todoroki: "...Likewise, ma'am." *holds out his hand* -elsewhere- Joker: Q________Q "So cold..." scarlet: i have the heat on. Joker: *shakes ice cubes out of his socks* scarlet:...im not even going to ask. Joker: *puts his feet near a portable heater* =\\\\\= -elsewhere- Relan: *with a laptop* "..." iris: whats up? Relan: "...Just looking at an outfit..." -elsewhere- Kid: *purrs* stocking: *sigh* how was that~? Kid: *smiles* "Perfect..." *cuddle* stocking: ^^ *smooch* Kid: ^\\\\^ "Stocking..." *pats her inner thigh* stocking: ah~ Kid: *small massage of her thigh, as he rests his head against her shoulder* -elsewhere- Izuku: *in his All Might pajamas, writing notes* "--then Dark Shadow's abilities in absolute darkness would be its power at its greatest..." -elsewhere- Bakugo: *grumbling, holding a bowl of melted ice cream* papa bakugou: you did great today, son. ^^ Bakugo: "It wasn't first. How is that 'great'?" papa bakugou: at least you made it to the next round, right? Bakugo: "And when I get there, I'm going to beat Deku into the ground!" -elsewhere- Akitaru: *looking at old newspaper articles* shinra: ?? Akitaru: "This is what newspapers covered after...what happened to my family." *sets it down...there are images of firefighters, Akitaru with his head buried in his hands* shinra:......*his stomach drops....and he just hugs akitaru* ........ Akitaru: "!!! ..." *pats his back* "I didn't mean to upset you..." shinra:.....its fine.... Akitaru: "I just...was thinking something here has to show a link...I don't think this was an accident." shinra: .... Akitaru: "The bugs...Human combustion...Something just seems connected." shinra:.... (thinking: those dreams too...) Akitaru: "I want to be careful going into the Nether. Giovanni is a smooth talker--he can confuse people with his pseudo-intellectual stuff. So don't fall for it." shinra:... *he nods* Akitaru: "Let's review these files in the morning. Get some sleep, son." shinra:....ok, night dad. Akitaru: *smiles* "Night." *pats his back* -early morning- Todoroki: "Zzz..." fuyumi: *making breakfast* Todoroki: *sits up* =_____= -elsewhere- Black Star: "Zzz..." Sakuya: *yawns* lilac: zzzz tsubaki: morning. Sakuya: "Hey...Sleep okay?" tsubaki: *nods* you? Sakuya: "More or less...Weird dream about...childhood." tsubaki:....want to talk about it? *making tea* Sakuya: "...You have baby photos?" tsubaki: *she nods and gets out a photo album* .....*sad smile* Sakuya: "...We never had many photos...That's your brother?" tsubaki: *she nods* ... Sakuya: "The family resemblance is strong...He looks tall." tsubaki: ....*she nods....wiping her eyes* Sakuya: "...I'm sorry...I...know a bit about that." tsubaki: i-it's fine. Sakuya: "...I miss her." tsubaki: ?? Sakuya: "M-My sister..." tsubaki:....*pats his back* Sakuya: "..." *hug* -elsewhere- Patty: *serving seven stacks of pancakes* stocking: *nom* Kid: Q___Q "I wanted another one..." stocking: you can have one of mine. Kid: TTWTT "Thank you..." stocking: ^^ Patty: *puts a dollop of blueberry jam on her pancake* -elsewhere- -rain begins to fall- Chuuya: *looking out a window* sonia: *brushing her doll's hair* Chuuya: "Really coming down hard out there..." sonia: *looks out the window* ... Chuuya: "...Raining cats and dogs, as they say..." sonia:...but i dont see any, besides mito. mito: *mewl* Chuuya: *chuckle* "It's an expression. Just means a lot of water coming down." sonia: oh....*looks up* do you think the sky is sad today? Chuuya: "...Maybe. Not sure why it'd be..." sonia:....do you think it misses mama too? Chuuya: "...It wouldn't surprise me." sonia: .... Chuuya: "A lot of people miss her..." sonia:....*hug* Chuuya: *hug* -elsewhere- keek:.....*hearing the sound*.... !!! *running towards it* (thinking: rain drops....i-i can hear rain drops!!) *drip drip drop drip* keek: *running so fast she's practically tripping on her own feet.....she can see a light from the outside....tears falling down her cheeks* ah... ???: "...Things I almost remember, and a song someone sings..." keek: *paralyzed with fear* ......*eyes wide, pupils shrunk....she slowly looks behind her* FD: "...safe and warm..." *aims* keek: *making a beeline for the exit, screaming* FD: "...prance through a silver storm..." *BANG* keek: *collapses as she feels a sharp pain in her right calf* !!!! ... *crawling to the exit, tears still falling from fear* FD: *already standing over her...puts a heel on her hand* keek: AH! *looking up, terrified* i....i do...i dont.... FD: "..." *aims at her head* keek: *crying* I DONT WANT TO DIE!!! FD: "Then why do you run?" keek: *screaming* S-SOMEONE! HELP ME! PELASE!! ???: "What are you doing to her?!" FD: *eyeroll--as he fires a shot just past her leg* keek: !!! Hawthorne: "She is already terrified! I think she got your message..." keek: *sobbing, trying to get away, but about to pass out from the pain* zoey: shall i.....put the pastor back in line?....then take care of the patient? FD: "...Tend to the patient first." zoey: of course. *she drags zoey back into the darkness of the tunnels as she screams and cries for help* keek: *glancing up at some text on the wall...* -Zverkov Mining- -elsewhere underground- pushkin: ?? hey gon, kat, did you hear those gun shots too? katya: *already has her guns out* are we under attack? Ivan: *follows the sound* leo: !! keek: *fainted* zoey: oh she isnt dead....yet anyway. Ivan: "And you're cracking jokes while she's bleeding out?" leo: ._.; zoey: *just drags her to medical* katya: looks like she got shot. Ivan: "Yes...But why--" FD: "Because." Ivan: o\\\w\\\o yana: guessin she tried to run? FD: "Yes. Make sure she doesn't again." yana: i could tell. FD: "So, keep an eye on her." -elsewhere-

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