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leamy-world · 3 years ago

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Reaction to The Devil Judge (spoilers for ep. 11-12)

Hello everyone! I hope you’re doing well this week!

Here we go! Again i’m really sorry for the english & my personal interpretations which might go a little bit overboard (❁´ω`❁)

THIS GOT VERYYYYYYYYYY LONG PLEASE BEAR WITH ME!!!!

tldr: i am in shambles haha

Have a nice week and take care! ♥

- Huckleberryfinn’s new OST, The Nights, was released this saturday and it’s truly a gem! The guitar/bass’s place in BOTH OSTs they composed is awesome. The lyrics destroyed me haha (i’ll shortly talk about it below!). The soundtrack during these two episodes was awesome btw ;;

- Sun-Ah’s visit to the mansion felt nostalgic and shattering at the same time, she sees she doesn’t belong in this house but still indulges a little in this illusion, « wanting to fall for his trick even just for a little while ». Her expression made me feel for her for a little while too ;;

This shot above is funny because the bokeh effect (✨ the little sparkles ✨) is used in the background every time but this time it plays in front of Sun-Ah’s view: she sees in Yohan and his mansion a « shining » thing she desired for a long time. The bokeh here served also as a transition to the flashback right after.

Well, it could just be the streetlights’ reflections on the car and me reaching but there are so many symbolic visual shots in this show already i just couldn’t dismiss it in my brain haha

I liked Sun-Ah’s depiction of her choice to go against Yohan: she drops the necklace (symbolizing Yohan, this scene followed by Yohan’s cross-like scar) and not herself, like she did in the past for/because of Yohan when she was a maid + Yohan’s reflection disappears, Sun-Ah only focusing on herself: the ‘us’ she wanted for some time disappeared. And this event makes Sun-Ah’s rage on K more upsetting than it already is, but maybe i’m reaching haha

This scene also shows Yohan and Sun-Ah want two different directions to their relationship: to use her and to have him reach the top by her side respectively. They both look at the mirror, but their focus is different and they’re set in different plans on the shots.

In My Mister, (SPOILERS) the wife has a serious affair with her husband’s superior, but throughout the drama, they have divergent opinions on their affair’s developments: the wife wanted to leave her husband and settle with her lover, while the latter didn’t think any of it and, among other plot reasons, only wanted her because married women are the ‘safest choice (ending the relationship while she still loves him would be more troublesome) and always kept the affair secret’.

This was particularly symbolized by their song preferences, but also by this shot in the beginning of the series: after the wife shared her hopes about their relationship (and her lover staying most of the time silent), they both look to the distance (their affair’s metaphorical future) but their eyes almost never look in the same direction.

- « I did it because i need you (by my side?) », Sun-Ah and Gaon’s parallels:

"[To Gaon on ep. 8] I wanted you to be by my side.”

“[To Gaon on ep. 5] I don’t need you to understand, but you need to make a decision. Will you stand in my way … or stand on my side?”

"[To Gaon] If i needed to, i would’ve done something even worse. Whether it was switching him or something else.”

- When Elijah and Gaon play jenga, Yohan might have let the door to his bedroom open (even after leaving them the first time) to continue hearing them have fun in the living room. It parallels to the scene in ep. 5 where he watches them play in the garden with Kkomi through the little gap of his curtains: what piques his curiosity first is the playful conversation he hears from his bed even from the closed windows. The flashback explains it all and i’m glad Gaon insisted to have him play with them despite the front he tried to put on, Elijah’s and Yohan’s expressions in this scene ended me ;;

Look how quick he turned his attention to Gaon, as if he waited for something to happen, to get to play with them!! His eyes lit up in an instant i can’t with this —

I loved how Yohan delayed his defeat to Elijah by asking Gaon questions about the game hahah

Elijah and Yohan’s relationship growth here reminds me of 2 parallels i didn’t catch the first time (but the desperation i felt when Gaon left because everything could grow cold again between Elijah and Yohan):

“That’s everything i think about”:

Elijah getting in & out of the car (ep. 6-9):

- And Gaon’s « Once everything is over, i’ll definitely … » — you’ll definitely what, please tell the audienceeeeeeee ;;;; this screams a death flag for Soohyun (or was it just foreshadowing their confrontation in ep. 12? idek anymore haha), but let’s hope it’s not!!

- After CKH’s suicide: we can’t expect people to make perfect choices every time they are challenged, and i think this story shows it well: Soohyun when she was with Elijah, and now Gaon carelessly touching the minister’s body for the files. As judges, they could have searched the body and the room using a fabric to hide their presence. But they’re both shocked: Yohan looks dumbfounded, standing and watching (even though he’s quicker to react when he sees Soohyun and he puts on a composure at the house saying it was ‘nothing’, he looked very sour when Sun-Ah called him to rejoice in her death) and Gaon panic-stricken. The fact he might have relived his parents’ suicide when he discovered the Minister’s body … And in the worst way possible (in a daze, searching her dead body for her files and realizing he didn’t give the body minimum respect) … oof

At least Yohan could have thought about it since the story shows how prepared he is in his plans, but this scene shows even him is at a loss at what to do. After all, the minister was the way he targeted to bring everyone linked to the foundation down. They were so close, i think he was too convinced her « self-pity » would mean her survival despite everything (« Do you have any other options? ») to see what was coming. After all, when they last met, he saw she was about to shoot him.

Sun-Ah was the only one he thought was ‘unpredictable’. When Gaon talked to CKH, he let him speak and approved his speech, surely thinking everything went along his plans and the minister would surrender. And i think that’s also why he gives Gaon all this speech, to reassure himself and them, since they work now as a team.

- Ep. 9 foreshadowing ep. 11 and 12 (Soohyun facing Yohan and Gaon). It’s interesting how the two shots from ep. 9 seem to put on the same plan the three characters, as if Yohan is literally standing between Soohyun and Gaon, as if he was the one protecting/separating him from Soohyun. This is very telling of the whole dynamic between those three.

- When the minister said she didn’t want to clear her name regarding her son in the live but still does so anyway, this is pure preterition haha! It’s also why she reminds the public opinion the first case Yohan handled!

- Cha Kyung Hee’s demise (ep. 11-4 parallels):

(+ a cinematographic reference to the 2000 movie Malèna, which was recently used in Hwasa’s MV for the song Maria)

- The scene right after where Soohyun wipes Gaon’s involvement to the suicide was moving in regards to her character, we get to see how torn she is by this situation + when she faces off Yohan in the parking (and the ‘let go’ could also have referred to Gaon) … i felt bad for her!

- About Soohyun & the professor: I find interesting the way the professor and Soohyun shelter Gaon’s existence was clearly shown with these two episodes and through their rage. At the beginning of the drama, their hold on his life’s values and choices was almost impalpable but not anymore, now that they’re facing Yohan’s threat.

In these shots, Soohyun looks like she is covering Gaon’s ear, turning him away and protecting him from outside (from the pain, Yohan, the rest of the world).

And on professor Min’s part, it’s almost infantilizing, de-responsibilizing Gaon to say the least (« What are you making Gaon do? That child has been through so much. He suffered and struggled through the worst to get there. »), given he’s the one who planted him on the court’s bench to find what’s happening behind the scene: he could have asked Gaon for explanations (as Yohan underlined, « Did you hear it from Gaon himself? ») but he just snaps at him. He should have foreseen that he could’ve taken Yohan’s side.

For his defense, his family just got targeted but still, it’s the first time Gaon came back since then!

(By the way, that whole conversation with professor Min confirmed to Yohan Gaon didn’t admit to their plan to Soohyun nor the professor)

As for Soohyun, her deep concern for Gaon makes her antagonize Yohan and, in her POV, it’s pretty understandable: her friend got locked up in this judge’s house for days with no phone or permission to go out + said judge seems to not let her niece go out with her new friends, got violent against Gaon + he seems to be plotting something behind the trials he biased + Gaon’s description of the man in the first episodes wasn’t that nice but DESPITE IT ALL her friend still seems to be empathizing with him?

She’s maybe thinking he got manipulated by Yohan given the evil picture he depicted her & must feel helpless in front of Gaon’s sudden change of heart. I think that’s what she wanted to ask him when she got cut by the professor’s arrival. The lack of honest conversation between them is what’s making it worse: on one hand, Gaon goes to her every time he feels sad or confused to get comfort & advice without telling what truly is going on (or eventually telling her when she insists), on the other hand, Soohyun always tells him to give up his investigation on Yohan and never asks him his point of view to understand the situation.

And she discovered he lied about him not being involved with this man in the worst way possible, finding him by CKH’s body with Yohan. He was her reason to dedicate her life to protect people under the law (he does not owe her anything in no way, but it was her wish), and she ended up dirtying her hands for him. Her gut reaction to her moral principles being violated by both Gaon and her right now is stronger than wanting to hear the truth from Gaon. She continues to investigate Yohan on her own, to protect him. It was interesting to see this sententious side when she confronted Gaon after all this! The only time Soohyun saw him cry and didn’t support him, it hits hard ;;

But i believe the whole crisis that’s happening by the end of ep. 12 will make them team up again at least for a while. And on that note, will she meet Sun-Ah? It would be interesting!

I’m glad the professor raised as a concern on the live trials the due process & fair trial, which are essential for the rule of law to prosper.

In fact, the live trials slowly become a place of majoritarianism/ochlocracy/mob rule as the cases progress (the two best examples being the actor and Juk Chang cases), the protests against professor Min are another example. Even if Yohan has the last word on the defendant’s sentence, this issue is still there.

Maybe the viewers’ voice will turn against Yohan one day?

- The minister … Even though the story showed us how cruel her family could be, i can’t help but feel sympathy for her son with her suicide. And that is accentuated by the fact her family’s grief is not even showed, covered by the mediatic chaos. She could have fled the country as her son suggested, but she thought she was « nothing » without her accomplishments and her path to glory. As the former president of the foundation killed by Sun-Ah’s hands, she died in her office as the Minister of Justice, while her image wasn’t torn to shreds yet. The photograph she held showed her at the center and, ironically, it’s the only figure from the photo who is clear-cut, her husband and her son are out of focus (or it could just be the episode’s image quality misleading me haha). Even though she loved them (well, at least in her manner, which was kind of narcissistic tbh), she cared too much for her success and her death was her act of self-pity.

- This isn’t the first time Gaon was warned about Yohan and i find it interesting it’s the people closest to him that say that, especially K despite (or precisely because?) his loyalty to him. Elijah also warned him before.

- The whole argument … It’s a progression of ep. 5 & 8 scenes (’will you stand in my way or stand on my side?’ & ‘i wanted you by my side and if i needed to, i would’ve done something worse’). You can tell how desperate Yohan was when he reached out to Gaon. His gaze faltered, showing his hesitation to do it, but as the realization he was going to lose him dawned on him, this touch became a necessity in front of the exigency, making up for everything he couldn’t say out loud. It was a sad & hurtful mess. Yohan truly looked short on ‘arguments’ after Gaon’s question (‘what kind of monster am i turning into?’), he seemed to not even know what to say to make him stay, making him pause before talking about Soohyun.

The way his eyes lit up, almost smiling, full of hope, when he finished laying his ultimatum and how he regained a composed expression, thinking Gaon would take his side maybe?

I didn’t catch it on the first time, but Gaon’s sadness to end/put a hold on their collaboration (thus their whole relationship, stepping out of his life) transpired through him weakly rejecting Yohan’s hand with his own hand sliding down the latter's arm, as if he was unwilling to let this life with the Kangs go. You can see it’s hard on him to leave with the tears in his eyes.

I think Gaon’s response outran his thoughts, as a quick riposte, it was to make Yohan stop this. The way things went (well, it escalated QUICKLY), hurting him like that was the only effective way, and he knows it will hurt him: before saying Soohyun is his world, he tears up because of that (in addition to everything Yohan said and it was A LOT), and didn’t even have the strength/will to get angry like all the previous times:

the fact Yohan laid this very ultimatum and wanted to persuade/manipulate him into thinking this was the only choice. Even if he knew Yohan would be capable of doing this since ep. 7-8 (”To achieve his goal, would he not use another man’s pain? If the devil really did exist among us.”), he got a confirmation and it still hurts.

+ the fact he knows he has to hurt him with something as much as hurtful before he takes it too far.

+ the fact he knows he can’t live in this house any longer because of this argument when he made all these memories with them.

And (let’s hope for it) if Gaon wants to show Yohan there’s another way out of this ultimatum, Gaon’s « Soohyun is my world » might be a counter ultimatum (‘to stay by your side, you’ll have to deal with my world because there must be another way, there is no question, or else you’ll have to deal on your own’). He’s still not said anything to Soohyun (well, he didn’t have the opportunity to anyway but even during their confrontation, when she asked for details, he said nothing) nor the professor, so maybe that’s it?

- « Of course it doesn’t matter to me, but … » ELIJAH NOOOOOOOO ;;;;;;;;; After Yohan, Elijah tries in her way to hold Gaon back — and she makes a valid point tbh (look at what happened by the end of the episode!), but seeing her putting all her efforts and realizing it’s failing is heartbreaking … Given the preview for ep. 13, please let me hope this conversation won’t be their last one!!

- Utter devastation when the next scenes show how Gaon still shines even in his absence: the « You never apologize » + the scene with the nanny & Gaon’s last prepared meal + Gaon’s portrait by Elijah … ugh

- Elijah’s painting game is too strong, can’t relate haha! I wish they could show the BTS for this painting, respect for the artist behind!!

- On metaphorical images, Gaon took care of the Kangs like he tended to his plants at home. On a regular basis, he provided them attention and care, making them lively as his plants got lush. On ep. 8, we got a shot of Elijah smiling at Gaon’s plants, sort of a confirmation she loved how their house became warmer since Gaon’s stay, which led her to open up to his uncle.

- Now they’re only four! It looks like the mafia game haha, i look forward (am i though?) to the day Sun-Ah sits by herself haha

AND THIS MAN

This is true pig behavior, especially considering Sun-Ah’s past … I felt her reaction when he said all this bs to demean her, she had all her struggles with men thrown back to her face, soiled by these « jokes ».

- The monsters, the abyss and Nietzsche:

« He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee. », Nietzsche

- « I don’t care if humanity falls, as long as i have you two ». It was what he wouldn’t say to Gaon nor Elijah, and yet they’re his world! This sequence parallels Gaon’s inner wish when he leaves the Kang’s house + the flashbacks of his fond memories with the Kangs. Will Yohan give his vigilante ideals up for them? Will Gaon pursue this dream but in his own way that won’t threaten their « worlds »?

(Now we know what his whole world meant)

- The light from the chandelier (ie. their newfound family) is out of Yohan’s (metaphorical) reach, shown by its blurred silhouette, as if it’s gone from the room which regained its initial colder tones. But it’s not: once it’s made its way in the room, it remains and lingers, as a keepsake of the lost warmth. His fond memories with Gaon and Elijah flashed back through the window’s light.

On a similar note, Gaon’s room, albeit having warmer tones than the Kang’s ones since the beginning, looks dark too. The contrast with earlier episodes is clear. This reminds me of My Mister’s (SPOILERS) full shots of Lee Ji An’s room, getting warmer as she gets to know Park Dong Hoon, and losing all its fond colors when she has to leave for his sake. As if the room and inanimate objects were given life by their owner, imbuing them with their feelings. It becomes an outer expression of their feelings. Sorry for the rambling but i just love when they do that in fiction, and i think it sometimes leaves more impact to the viewers if emotions are conveyed through various angles (eg. through another character’s point of view, sounds, looks, the use of light i mentioned below, etc) !

- I wonder … since the flashbacks are giving us Gaon’s conscious point of view on this separation, was he awake when Yohan came back from his (forced) encounter with Sun-Ah? It’s a really minor point but it could be an interesting detail since this show always shows us there are some sides or spots to the stories we didn’t have yet!

The jenga scene also flashed back but this time we see Gaon’s POV seeing Yohan’s smile & we got Gaon’s angle when Yohan had a nightmare in ep. 5: while from Yohan’s POV, Gaon’s irruption truly felt like an invasion of his intimacy (the quick succession of shots expressing his panic and defensive reaction), from Gaon’s POV only one angle showed the scene, the tension was conveyed only when Yohan slapped his hand away.

We also got Yohan’s POV when he admitted to Gaon he needed him by his side (and a closer look at Gaon’s troubled expression)!

- Ep. 5 and 11-12 parallels:

Yohan’s tentative look at Gaon and Elijah playing outside, as if he wanted to join them like in ep. 11, the curtains mainly closed and only pushed by one of his hands. It let the daylight in his dark room through this sneak peek.

But in ep. 12, the curtains are drawn, Yohan taking the (moon)light fully in. And this time, he doesn’t reach out to his late brother in the flames, but to the moonlight. He gets up, as in a trance, from his nightmare like the last time, but he goes to his window instead. And it reminds me of both Huckleberry Finn’s OST’s (in Tempest, « you said i’ll live in the sun / moonlight » and in The Nights, « my / your night shines on you / me »), the suffer is here. And see how the light reveals his tear? I nearly missed it!

The fact he could not find sleep anymore after this night + he slept on his sofa where the moonlight could be seen + has kept his phone right next to him (in case Gaon called him or to know if something happened to him) ➾ 🌝 pure devastation 🌝

- I really love the show’s use of light/dark tones to reveal and contrast its characters’ emotions! What you can’t see in the light gets revealed in the dark, and vice-versa. The OST The Nights touches on this subject as well.

And it ties up very well to the plot so far: everyone has his or her own motivations and intentions, background, and makes choices, but depending on the perspective, their story changes and sparks off different reactions. Everybody’s story is interconnected.

As @skylessnights pointed out, one of the books found during the series (when Yohan revealed his past to Gaon if i’m correct), The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy, depicts this angle well in its plot and epigraph: « Never again shall a single story be told as though it were the only one. » - John Berger.

When Gaon and Yohan go back to the mansion after CKH’s death, the route lights flash Gaon’s hands red, caught (literally) red-handed by Soohyun. He begins to recollect his recent memories of what just happened, and panics, short-winded, until Yohan touched his arm. He’s startled but calmed himself down, and we don’t hear him out of breath anymore. It’s interesting how the light’s focus was on Gaon’s hands, the core of his panic, until Yohan’s arm came into the light, as if our and Gaon’s attention went back to Yohan’s touch, his anchor in his panic, and begins to think clear-headed of what they had done. (btw, getting Phoenix Wright desperate vibes from Gaon’s pose haha)

Gaon’s emotions show when his phone lights up, trying to reach Soohyun again.

When Yohan’s inner wish brings him back to their happy times, the end of the flashback shows a shot of his eyes dazzled by the light of these memories and back to the present, the light now gone out from his eyes.

Yohan’s reaction to Gaon’s cry in the prison yard in ep. 7: what i loved to see was how his restraint told more about the emotions he held back. The light shifting on his face revealed his jaw clenching & frowned brows, his glassy eyes and him averting his gaze, which he often does when he’s in front of sensitive topics and it’s too much.

+ other instances he looked away:

When Jinjoo decides to accept the foundation’s offer, she steps into the dark side of the room where the two chairmen are. Up till now, she stood where the light could reach her, away from them. It symbolically seals her involvement with the foundation, and by the end of ep. 12, it is confirmed by her message on behalf of the foundation (about the plague) displayed on the screens. By the way, i love the fact so much things unfold while we focus on Yohan and Gaon’s story!

On the subject of ‘subjective’ truths, examples, besides the flashback with the priest about Yohan in ep. 11, could be the truth behind the cancellation of the donation by Yohan or Sun-Ah’s fall from the window when she was a maid. We got Sun-Ah, Elijah, and then later Yohan’s point of view.

- I think Gaon tried to call Soohyun and not Yohan (though the subs say otherwise) because the contact above has the ‘thug’ nickname with the fist emoji! It made more sense, Yohan would’ve answered right away! But i believe he will have regrets/worries in the next episodes (Yohan and Elijah seem to be getting in real danger so maybe he’ll come back to save them).

- Metatextuality in The Devil Judge — Beauty and the Beast (written by Jeanne-Marie Leprince de Beaumont & Disney’s 1991 animation movie)

I’ve always loved transtextual relationships between fictions, my french teacher in middle school gave us this passion haha! Ever since i read this interview translated by @deviljudge, it’s true i’m getting more and more Beauty and the Beast vibes, especially from ep. 12’s argument (and the whole premise Belle got locked up in the mansion in the beginning)! The original fairy tale and Disney’s adaptation are both relevant, some plot points differ from one another (Belle’s sisters vs Gaston, the mansion personnel turned into living paraphernalia) even though the core of the fairy tale is left untouched but for the sake of this bit, i’ll use the 1991 movie because its inevitably longer format delves more into the fairy tale moral lesson.

(Cheesy time incoming haha) The beast lets Belle go see her father he knew she deeply cared about, and let her go because he realized he loved her. He thought she would never come back, but despite it all, she came back and saved him from Gaston. Belle (Gaon) broke the spell that was casted on the mansion (the Kangs and their loneliness, especially when Yohan said he’s tired of this house). Yohan fails at not hurting the people he cares about but learns step by step, by Gaon and Elijah's side, how to live again and reconnect with his ‘human’ side.

Even the secretary looks like the modern version of the whole cast in the Beast’s mansion (Cogsworth, Lumière, …) haha

The movie intro is self-explanatory:

« Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish and unkind. But then, one winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the Beast concealed himself inside his castle with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast? »

Belle’s characterization in the movie is also interesting:

« With a dreamy, far-off look and her nose stuck in her book what a puzzle to the rest of us is Belle ».

« There must be more than this provincial life (…) I want adventure in the great wide somewhere — I want it more than i can tell — And for once it might be grand to have someone understand — I want so much more than they’ve got planned »

& when Belle got locked up in the mansion: « I’ve lost my father, my dreams, everything. » (similar to “Soohyun is my world”).

Gaon, since his parents’ death, lived his life believing in the illusion of justice the system gave him, along with Soohyun and professor Min, his two pillars who kept him steady this whole time. Once he was showed it was an illusion, he wanted to fight this world.

Before the movie’s climax, this conversation reminded me of ep. 12’s argument:

« - Belle? Are you happy here with me?

- Yes. [looks to the distance]

- What is it?

- If only i could see my father again just for a moment. I miss him so much.

- There is a way. This mirror will show you anything. Anything you wish to see.

- I’d like to see my father, please. [The mirror projects the image of his father in danger and sick] Papa. Oh no. He’s sick. He may be dying and he’s all alone.

- [Glances at the wilting rose] Then you must go to him.

- What did you say?

- I release you. You’re no longer my prisoner.

- You mean i’m free?

- Yes.

- Oh, thank you. Hold on Papa, i’m on my way.

- Take [the mirror] with you, so you’ll always have a way to look back and remember me.

- Thank you for understanding how much he needs me.

(…)

- I let her go.

- [Cogsworth] Yes, splen … You what? How could you do that?

- I had to.

- Yes but … Why?

- Because i love her. »

Yohan did nothing to hold Gaon back even if he needs him (as shown when he clutches his hands together after he left) because he was forced by Gaon to understand how precious Soohyun is to him, this point was already made multiple times in the series (when Gaon thought he was the one who pushed Soohyun in the stairs and already threatened him about it, when Gaon told him he couldn’t live as a conman in front of Soohyun and his parents). Since his ‘to have you by my side, i would have done worse if it was necessary’ + ‘this is a life or death situation, sacrifices are also necessary’, he seemed to think Soohyun was expendable in his own world, which he shared with Gaon. With this argument, his world looks definitely incompatible with the one Gaon described (« Soohyun is my world »), and even though they already went this far in their plan, he lets him go and respects his choice. Will it make him change for the better or for the worse? Will the whole ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ apply to him?

Other moments i found interesting to note:

« Come into the light »:

When Belle goes to save the Beast from the village:

« - Please, i know he looks vicious, but he’s really kind and gentle. He’s my friend. - - [Gaston] If i didn’t know better, I’d think you had feelings for this monster. - - He’s no monster, Gaston. You are! - - If you’re not with us, you’re against us. » (pretty similar to the professor’s rage in the hospital)

When Belle’s father goes to save her: « I don’t care what it takes. I’ll find that castle and somehow, i … I’ll get her out of there. » (when Soohyun talks about and to Yohan)

The Beast possessive behavior in the beginning of the story: « [To her father] She’s no longer your concern, take him to the village. » (similar to Yohan’s behavior towards Soohyun) & « [To Belle] The castle is your home now » (and towards Gaon)

A monster:

When the Beast observes Belle playing from afar:

- And i saw some Jane Eyre vibes (SPOILERS) from the whole fire haha + Wuthering Heights on Sun-Ah’s & Yohan’s mixed parts!

- And well … Sun-Ah’s character loosely reminds me of Simone in Nier Automata (which in itself is a reference to Simone de Beauvoir’s life and works), with the whole « I must become more beautiful / But he still won’t look my way », to whoever knows this game!

- These thigh boots holy hell Sun-Ah!!!! i loved this outfit!

- As soon as he said he didn’t feel anything from his revenge, K got the biggest death flag in this episode, i can’t believe they did this to the poor boy … When i asked for more scenes THIS isn’t what i meant aaaaaaaaaa

- A very random and weird note: Yohan’s almost silent and held back pain by the end of the ep. 12 fits his character so far, as well as his ‘calm’ tears. Given his past, it’s as if he’s always kept his pain bottled up and quietly bears it all and almost never got the space to properly let it all out (he had his brother, but with their father, i think they didn’t have this ‘chance’).

- My sick mind thought Sun-Ah was going to bring Gaon to the scene just in time for him to witness Yohan getting shot, but i guess it will be when she will get in the Kang’s mansion again according to the preview (since she asked Juk Chang for a « favor », i think they’ll knock Gaon out after beating him up for his own fun to leave him to Sun-Ah). Sun-Ah looked surprised when Jae-Hee shot him, so i guess only hurting K was part of the plan.

- The ‘I know i’m fucked’ look hahaha

+ the softer version:

- I now have BIG trust issues since these last episodes’ previews, and the cliffhangers kill me haha

- On another note, i find it amazing how Ji Sung and Kim Min Jung keep that upsetting atmosphere whenever there’s a scene between them that involves them and skinship, but it still conveys Sun-Ah’s complex feelings for Yohan and Yohan’s interest in her! The soundtrack really does a good job to convey that mood as well!

- In conclusion: How Dramatic do you want these two episodes to be? The devil judge: Yes

#the devil judge #tvn drama #my ramblings #got veeeeery long #i'm sorry

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wittynameme · 4 years ago

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update to the “a confession” feasco.

if you dont k ow what im talking about just look up “a confession” on my page and read all the way through . (its an unorganized mess im so sorry)(my name is chloe plz ignore that.

f:For the racist thing- A country with two different races might have a bad history with each other. So generally the country that got the beat down the most is gonna hate the other, so that country's people are gonna be racist and against them. With the stealing thing- Animals steal eggs and what not all of the time. Also with artifacts the governments take those and preserve those for the future. Racism is bad I understand that because it usually is because of someone's skin which is wrong to be against someone for there skin tone. Stealing is also bad, like robbery and shoplifting and so on

me:you do realize that you just used like , three natoriously rasist talkinhg points used by kkk members all the time right?

me:you think that humans are naturally rasist because of a war and the winners tell the story and the losers are bitter about it? in this case the losers of this "beat down" being africa?the "rasism is natural" thing . the "africa is just bitter" thing.or are you sayig whights were the victims? which in that case is the "whights are being attacked" thing

f:Both aren't necessarily wrong actually

we are not like dumb animals, we have the ability to know when we sis something wrong .yes animals steal but the full grown people who grave robbed thoghs tombs did so because they thought they could and should have known etter

and the "its for there own good were just keeping them safe" thing implies the people we stole it from wont take care of it. even if they dont its not our call cause the mummys are not ours, its not like they want the artifacts any less tha we do

So you're saying we shouldn't take artifacts and preserve them and let people destroy them and sell them off.

Chloe it assumes we just love these mummys more than they do and were scarered they will hurt it so that completly justifies us keeping it from them.we should ask permission first

That's what they do

Chloethe whole "its for preservation" thing is exactly what the british museum said when people lobied for the artifacts to be moved to and african museum.

"they"

africans fuin and sell there artifacts as trinkets?thats ALSO a rasist sterio type.

That's just how the world is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Chloe no it isnt you have been fed propaganda and you dont even know itall the things you said have been used by the kkk constantlyits like ypur reading right out of there apologetic s book.

I don't see the problem in that. I'm a person of history. Does it help to mention that my preferred ideology is Socialist-Imperialist. Does it also help to say that I'm also Atheist/Satanist. I'm also a Republican and conservative. I also see things from abroad. I also believe history should be preserved at all costs.You sent Today at 12:18 AMif you knew the hystorical contexts of the arguments you just used i dont think you would be usseing them

What are you talking about?You sent Today at 12:20 AMi litteraly just said where the "were preserving them" argument comes fromYou sent Today at 12:21 AMand if you love the accurete preservation of hystory than you must be anti confeterate right?sent Today at 12:21 AMNoYou sent Today at 12:22 AMthe confeterates literraly flodded public schools with confeterate propaganda and tried to pass laws that forsed american nationalism to be taght in schoolYou sent Today at 12:23 AMand banned any books deemed"against the confeteracy"You sent Today at 12:23 AMmost of the confeterate monuments are from the 60sYou sent Today at 12:23 AMas a fear tacticYou sent Today at 12:24 AMnot real authentic confeterate statuessent Today at 12:24 AMOkay..You sent Today at 12:24 AMthe flag we assosiate with the confeteracy is actually very resentYou sent Today at 12:25 AMcan you guess who poularized the confeterate flag we see today?You sent Today at 12:25 AMa literal kkk dragon who adopted it as a symbol of the "opressed whights"sent Today at 12:25 AMThe Confederate flag is not popular, the Confederate battle flag isYou sent Today at 12:26 AMthats what i was talking aboutsent Today at 12:26 AMOkYou sent Today at 12:27 AMmost of the people who say they are modern confeterates adopted the flag and lable as something to stand under for a more modern political agenda , usually whight nationalism.You sent Today at 12:27 AMbut the spin it as "were being opressed by minority groups"sent Today at 12:28 AMTo a degree yesYou sent Today at 12:28 AMthey dont want to preserve hystory , they whant to preserve this weird fantacy world where the 1940s were the good old days , there perseptions of hystory.

What's wrong with ww2?You sent Today at 12:30 AM.....uh people diedYou sent Today at 12:30 AMthere was a warYou sent Today at 12:30 AMa war of the worldssent Today at 12:30 AMWell yeah that's what happens in warYou sent Today at 12:30 AMgermany , italy, and japan were ruled by horrible dictatorssent Today at 12:31 AMWrongYou sent Today at 12:31 AMehy do you just say that like thats normal??? like thats a good thing?sent Today at 12:31 AMKinda yeah

wtfYou sent Today at 12:32 AMyour a nazi lover?sent Today at 12:32 AMNoYou sent Today at 12:32 AMi thoght you said you were americansent Today at 12:32 AMI amYou sent Today at 12:32 AMthen tell me you hate nazis

No, I don't hate any ideology

but you hate the one that caused the halocaust more right?

millions of peole died it shouldnt take you that long to type "yes"

No I look at them negatively, it was some horrific things they did but they never did anything to meYou sent Today at 12:36 AMso what !You sent Today at 12:37 AMthat they have never done anything to you!You sent Today at 12:37 AMthay never did anything to you because your whight conservitive and not jewish

say itYou sent Today at 12:38 AMsay the halocaust was bad and hitler was evil

say the halocaust was bad and hitler was evilsent Today at 12:40 AMYou know Judaism is just a religion. Yes the holocaust was bad. Hitler was good at bad, just depends on how you look at it.Jimmy Goodson sent Today at 12:40 AMGood and bad*You sent Today at 12:40 AMhe was evilsent Today at 12:41 AMIn some aspects yesYou sent Today at 12:41 AMwhy wont you say it? why do you beat around the bush?Aa

Because he did some great achievements toYou sent Today at 12:42 AMwhat the fuckYou sent Today at 12:42 AMlemmy guessYou sent Today at 12:42 AMthe train thingsent Today at 12:43 AMNoYou sent Today at 12:43 AMno he did not that is a rumor satrted by neonazi groups-You sent Today at 12:43 AMthan what!You sent Today at 12:43 AMwhat prey tell could pissibly be worth so many lives? you scare mesent Today at 12:47 AMHe United a shambled country. He fixed the economy of Germany. He put Germany back on the world stage. Helped stop hunger and joblessness in Germany. He made the first super highway. Because of him Europe is a prosperous place. Without him NATO wouldn't be a thing. And so on.

you think communist germany was a thriving economy? even if it was that would be outshadoewd by the mountain of dead bodyssent Today at 12:50 AMWho ever mentioned communist?You sent Today at 12:50 AMand the second bit?You sent Today at 12:51 AMnato was made to stop him??????You sent Today at 12:51 AMto stop the red scurge?sent Today at 12:51 AMAll of that was before ww2 (for the top part), Germany was fascist.You sent Today at 12:52 AMand what is the deffinition of fascismsent Today at 12:52 AM...You sent Today at 12:53 AMa dictator who tortures and brainwashes people , opressing the right of others.You sent Today at 12:53 AMisYou sent Today at 12:53 AMnotYou sent Today at 12:53 AMasent Today at 12:53 AMNo...You sent Today at 12:53 AMgoodYou sent Today at 12:53 AMthing a dictator who tortures and brainwashes people , opressing the right of others.You sent Today at 12:53 AMisYou sent Today at 12:53 AMnotYou sent Today at 12:53 AMasent Today at 12:53 AMNo...You sent Today at 12:53 AMgoodYou sent Today at 12:53 AMthingsent Today at 12:54 AMYou got the fascist thing wrong but okayYou sent Today at 12:54 AMyou missed the other 4 texts following it but oksent Today at 12:55 AMThat's not the definitionJimmy Goodson sent Today at 12:55 AMI also don't see the problem in a dictatorshipYou sent Today at 12:56 AMand you call yourself an americansent Today at 12:57 AMI never said I call my self anything I never said I call my self anythingYou sent Today at 12:58 AMso you just hate everyone then?

No I see everyone as equalsYou sent Today at 12:59 AMequally ok to murder in the persuit of money and metirial growth?

equally ok to murder in the persuit of money and metirial growth?You sent Today at 1:00 AMyou can see why im upset right!sent Today at 1:00 AMThat would be different thenJimmy Goodson sent Today at 1:00 AMYea I seJimmy Goodson sent Today at 1:00 AMSee*You sent Today at 1:01 AMwell you just said it was fine the halocaust happened because hitler ultimatly ended up creating economic ad political grrowth That was before ww2 and yes the holocaust bad.You sent Today at 1:04 AMwhy did you not just say that in the first place?

I said that sometime beforeYou sent Today at 1:04 AMyou cant call a horse a horse when you see a horse? I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

the fact you shrug at the holocaust discusts me

the fact you shrug at the holocaust discusts meYou sent Today at 1:06 AMi hope you never hold any knind of power

Okay?Jimmy Goodson sent Today at 1:07 AMI have my own country technicallyYou sent Today at 1:07 AMwell its not americasent Today at 1:08 AMIt technically somewhat owns America I have my own flag, ideology, religion, currency, map, and so on

(he then directs me to this link after i ask him what the fuck hes talking about)

https://www.nationstates.net/nation=the_orangeempire?fbclid=IwAR1PpZaq_r6oVFXdZ0j3WZnoUIbH3c1suPEfD58msuX_gFB9T9FJq1X3fOQ

this guys actualy insain

i need a hug.

#public school #facebook #politics #tw #facebookisterrifying

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fuwafuwamedb · 6 years ago

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Hi Medb. Can you write your Hakuno that was raised by Enkidu meeting Caster Gilgamesh? I want to know what she would think about the Gil that is an actual king

You all never know what you’re asking for, do you?

How they had managed to snag the little one, Gudao wasn’t sure. All they knew was that she was there one second and speeding off through Chaldea before he could snatch her.

“Mordred. Nobu.” Gudao nodded at them. “See if you can find the girl. She shouldn’t have been able to shift back with us.”

It wouldn’t be hard to find her. So long as Merlin wasn’t roaming around, the flower petals that she was giving off would lead them straight to her. The two were running, armor clanking as Nobu laughed endlessly.

Gudao looked over at Lord Melloi, frowning. “What’s wrong?”

“I was about to tell you that you’re a fool, but you’ll learn that soon enough.”

Gudao frowned, but there was little to say to the man. He was already pulling out a cigar, ignoring a young Alexander coming to give him a rundown on things here at Chaldea.

Naturally, he had followed the flowers.

Merlin should have been listening to him discuss the latest that they would need to do for repairing and restructuring Uruk. The man was instead hiding. Again. The magician had taken to sprinting for the hills at the very sight of him coming down the hall. He climbed all over his former king, denying him any time for discussion or magic practice.

Coward that he was, he was strong. Damn him.

“Merlin!”

He was in for it now. Gilgamesh knew for a damn fact that the room he had run into was a one entrance oriented bedroom. Newcoming servants normally took to the room until Gudao knew what to expect of them. A hazing room, so to speak, since usually it meant other servants would corner the newcomers in here.

His eyes froze on the woman in the room.

Those eyes flickered over to him, her body pausing from where she was trying to curl up and hide on the other side of the cot in the room. There was no doubt that the mana based blooms were coming from her. They littered the floor around her, falling from between the locks of thick brown hair.

At the sight of him, she was climbing up to her feet, her hand lowering from her face. Those eyes were wide, mouth open slightly.

“…K-King Gilgamesh?”

Recognition was all that he could call that expression. Never had he seen such a look in such extreme length. She must have known his Archer self somehow. The arrogant asshole no doubt made her call him by such length of title before he had been accidentally burned by Gudao.

“That would be me,” he informed her.

She nodded, smiling in that odd way of hers. Her scrunched body was now standing proud before him, moving closer. He could see her hesitating on her feet, her face filled with that undeniable joy at seeing him.

What was this, he wondered.

No one had ever looked at him or at his Archer self with that kind of face. What did it mean?

The sounds of others were coming closer. He paused, glancing back only to feel a pair of arms wrap around his waist. A soft face pressed against his chest, That silk like hair brushing against him as the servants declared that they had found her.

His eyes grew wide, watching the blooms littering the floor burst into flames.

“Magician,” Nobunaga yelled towards her.

“Do not harm my king,” the woman holding him growled at them.

“Merlin? What is going on?” Mordred’s confused yell filled the air, but they were soon blocked from view by the smoke and flames. There was nothing that could soon be seen as a burst of mana moved the smoke away from himself and the young woman holding him.

“We need to go,” the woman against him urged. “I can’t find Enkidu, but I don’t think we’re in Fuyuki anymore.”

He moved without thinking, hoisting the woman up into his arms. She slipped her arms around his shoulders, radiating that mana as she clung to him.

And he was moving.

Gods, but he wasn’t sure why he was going with this, but for the questions that plagued his mind and the power that he felt in these veins. Had Archer been removed from coming too close to this woman? Behind them, he could hear Mordred and Nobu trying to get around the fire. They weren’t able to get around it, the power throwing them back.

Caster ran the girl in his arms to his chambers, throwing the door shut behind himself and latching it.

The woman kept still.

“Hey…” Gilgamesh nudged her softly. “You have an explanation to provide me. Why do you feel similar to Merlin?”

Why was he wanting to bother with her? Why did she seem to know him?

“You don’t feel like you have any darkness in you anymore,” the woman murmured after a time. Those brown eyes were looking up at him, that smile blinding. “How did you do it? When the man from this place was fighting against that pillar, you still had darkness in you. You’re missing your tattoos too.” She placed a hand on his chest, staring openly at him.

“You met Archer.” Sensible. “I am a Caster in this place.”

“You never seemed like a Caster to me.”

Was that-

He leaned in, raising a brow and looking her over more carefully from within her personal space. “And mages never seemed so painfully plain.”

That wasn’t necessarily true and he knew it. Gudao was plain. As were many of the mages that had come and gone from this world. The little red head that had been around these halls for a time had been rather plain as well.

A slight blush came to that face a moment before she was smoothing her expression, giving him a bored look.

“Enkidu says my appearance is fine. Besides, most people get old and ugly in the end anyway. I’d rather be plain than be beautiful and dread the moment I become unseemly.”

Well said. Well said.

Gods, but holding her in his arms was like partaking in a fine cup of-

Wait.

“Enkidu?!”

“Enkidu is my familiar… servant…um,” she hesitated before shaking her head. She didn’t seem to be sure what to call the being, meaning it was no doubt a close relationship. Perhaps- “They raised me,” she continued, “although I’m quite the adult at this point.”

She gave a smug grin before climbing out of his dumbfounded arms and looking around.

“We’re going to have to find a way to get back to them. They’ll eat all my sweets if I don’t get home soon. They also tend to lose track of time when making statues and art too. Probably not a good thing for them. They need lots of rest.”

“Enkidu? Hold on, you speak of the clay-”

“Your one and only friend, yes. Enkidu.” She looked over at him, waiting patiently for him. As though he were so simple!

“Enkidu is dead. They lived in my time. I saw-” Saw another inhabit that body, roam through his singularity and destroy Uruk. There was no-

“Enkidu is fine. They helped me escape and be free. You… or I guess your Archer self… He helped us get comfortable in Fuyuki. They make art with me and helped me become stronger.”

A phone rang.

They both paused.

“…I still have their phone!” The woman reached into her small bag, pulling out the device and opening it. “Hello? Gilgamesh! Enkidu! Yes, I’m fine, I-”

Caster was moving before he could stop himself.

The phone was slammed shut. He tilted that face up, making her look up at him.

This woman had Enkidu, power like Merlin, a relationship on a first name basis with his Archer self, and-

And a fear of something.

She had been hiding, he realized, seeing those eyes once more meeting his own. There was a tremor in her. Hesitation was illuminating that gaze. She seemed to gravitate towards him, as though fearing a moment alone.

Was it the place around them that scared her? She spoke of home and of Enkidu. Enkidu had been one to always roam into the gardens, hating any time they were trapped within a building too long.

Had they instilled that same fear into the woman before him?

“Allow me a moment of your time. I will allow your call in a few minutes,” he decreed.

She nodded, still waiting.

His gaze was still flickering over hers. He was still trying to piece together what he was seeing and hearing. Given his position, he was naturally inclined to having an open mind but this…

“You’ve been holding my hand for a while,” the woman told him.

“Do you dislike it?”

“No. I don’t.”

He pressed his lips to that hand, watching those eyes widen, a dusting of pink come to her face as she continued to wait.

“…You have still not answered why you feel like Merlin,” he pointed out.

“Hmm?” She blinked before shaking her head, dusting the floor with more of those petals from her hair. “Merlin is my ancestor. I was given his mana circuits when I was little… That’s all I know.” That light was leaving her eyes though. Her hand was sliding free from his, making him tighten his grip.

A descendant?

The woman before him was nothing more than an enigma. Raised by his friend, descended from the coward of immense strength…

Enjoying his touch and coming to him without hesitation.

He had lost Siduri. The city was in shambles and Merlin refused to remain in the heat. The woman before him though…

“Have you ever wondered,” he began, “what Uruk looks like? Enkidu must have spoken of the kingdom.”

“You and him both do.” The woman replied. “Although nowadays, I find the clay being now always whines ‘Hakuno, put on a robe.’” He made a mental note of the name as she went on. “Or Enkidu drags me to actually work on my studies rather than reading your Epic.”

“They won’t let you read it?”

“I’ve read it a few times already…” She looked around again and shook her head. “We need to get out of here. It’s like the hospital before. Everything is so lifeless here.”

Bless patience. He had been correct about the building fear theory.

That made this process much simpler.

“I cannot necessarily take you back to where you came from,” Caster told her, “but if you are seeking salvation and life, I can provide my home to you. Uruk is always open to one who can show respect to its king.”

“Hmm?”

“I am here to find a magician capable of assisting me in repairing Uruk. A great tragedy occurred and the people turned to me for guidance. I had hoped to find the magician named Merlin, but he… has not been located.” Mostly because of running away constantly. “Being that you are of my friend’s teachings and you are of power of your own as a magician of the old world, I can’t help but wonder if you would be inclined to assist Uruk-”

“I’ll help you.”

She said it immediately, eyes gleaming in intrigue.

“Uruk is not like your time. You will find it dangerous at times, with other countries interested in trying to claim our home-”

“I won’t let anything happen. Since you’re a Caster, you can help me train in magic, can’t you? I know a little, but I’m better at hand to hand combat.”

Wrestling.

There was no doubt that by hand to hand combat she meant she wrestled. Enkidu enjoyed sparring more than a great deal of things. Making someone they claimed as kin learn to wrestle rather than do what was obviously more natural to her…

Oh, but she was so powerful. There were still flower blooms forming around her. She bled magic in the same manner that Merlin did. Or greater, since it seemed like old and new magic merged with her being.

“I am a talented magician, in my own right,” he relented, “Far greater than any that has ever been created or born in the universe. Capable of-”

The rather droll look on the woman’s face was not encouraging his speech. He frowned, once more finding himself strolling before her.

“What is that look about?”

“If you are so talented, then what use do you have for me?”

Well…

That was…

“I have work to do. I do not have time to be magician and king at the same time. Therefore, I require the assistance of another. Someone who won’t be blinded by their own personal plumage and pleasures and can repair the damage that has been done. It is a thankless job at times, one that requires great time and energy, but is rewarded with the love and admiration of the people of Uruk. It is a job that requires much interaction with the citizens, understanding and building bonds with them. You will need to roam freely throughout Uruk, but you will return to me each night. I will need to hear of your activities and know your thoughts.”

Her eyes were gleaming, her smile turning brighter the more she heard. Oh, but his friend had raised such a fascinating woman.

“When do we leave?”

“Immediately,” Caster informed her, pulling her close. “I will dress you properly for your position when we arrive at my Ziggurat. I must warn you, there is only one bed for you.”

She just smiled excitedly, nodding. “Then we’ll find Enkidu.”

“And then we’ll find Enkidu and bring them home.”

#you're welcome #shit this would actually be really fun to continue

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askthepokemutants · 6 years ago

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Carla: Simply put, focusing on the Team Machine bit: one of their many plans were to use the Emotion Trio as weapons to control the masses-I assume anyway; the experiments imply they went for the islands around the Archipelago near where Kryona used to be. Their experiments must’ve failed, but the idea that the legends were made to control People and used them to kill Pokemon is a bit unsettling, to say the least...

King: I thought those islands were inhabited by Pokemon only...

Carla: So did I, so they were likely humans who chose to isolate themselves from advancements, which is rare in this day and age... but not unlikely, I guess. And then, there’s the bit that made me curious about other, presumably safer areas-

Nelda: This idea that Team Machine had some of their mutated Pokemon infect the population somehow? It’s a bit of a stretch... what’s the point in that?

Carla: Probably nothing, but we can assume they were going after certain kinds of places-I’m sure if they knew about the Emotion Trio, they knew about other Legends and made the effort-

Alma: To target and probably kill them-got it...

Lyle: Oooh....

Lyle: That’s quite the plan, using Pokemon like that-and presumably-based on bits from that other book-Team Machine had a habit of using their “Preserve” as a way to get more and more Pokemon for their experiments-thus more “Agents”... That’s a bit... smart, regretfully.

Bartholomew: ...

Carla: I know, but we can’t... ... ....

“Daaad... m-my head-” “W-what?! Son!? Terry!? Alan?! Why are they-what are you three doing here?!” “T-there was a weird... f-flash and then... they fainted, m-my head....-” “The mission is a failure! Retrea-” “We can’t!” “Try blocking my power a second time!!” “Yvetal!” “Barto-MOVE-”

“Terry and Alan’s dads are still “missing”-it’s been YEARS!! When are you going to tell them the truth, dad!? When are you going to tell us?!” “When I’m ready-” “They’re dead... dad, they’re dead... and it’s OUR fault! Why were you fighting Yvetal?! Why were you able to block the death beam once?! WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME?! WHAT’S WRONG WITH THEM?!” “Calm down... calm down... please... give me... time, I’ll... I’ll consider it-”

Lyle: Bartholomew?

Bartholomew: Huh...?!

Lyle: You... alright?

Bartholomew: Yeah-yeah, I was... spacing out pretty bad, huh? The idea of Terry’s dad being... a Team Machine agent, just... got me thinking back a bit...

Lyle: Anything useful?

Bartholomew: ... N-no... sorry...

...

Did I miss anything?

Lyle: Hmm...

Carla: Are you serious, King? After what I’ve said?!

Lyle: No-

King: We should not ignore their actions! If this... “Rteddy” creature was created by The Black Pikachu and it torments the Terrible Trio, has enough power to seemingly finish off Team Machine, fight with me on equal and greater footing AND after taking one of our own hostage-despite it saving her-we cannot ignore that! Any of it!

Damaris: I agree-

Gareth: I don’t.

King: What-

Gareth: Think about it from the standpoint of the available Knights; they’ve been handling their respective regions, but hearing things from others visiting; Alma’s base? They all know he’s upset with you concerning what happened with Locke and Zara and now that we all know they’re truly dead... do you THINK-once that gets out-anyone will side with another hunt for The Black Pikachu OR other members of the Terrible Trio? I WON’T be offering the Kanto Knights towards any hunts for the Trio or this Rteddy individual. Did I put enough emphasis on my words for you, King?

King: I... Gareth-

Damaris: Someone sounds a bit... testy... that’s new of you-

Gareth: This is a conversation we’ve heard and had for years; it’s about time we moved onto more serious situations, don’t you all agree?

Alma: Yeah.

King: ?!

Alma: It has nothing to do with my grudge about Locke and Zara... I’ve... moved on. I guess being in Orre and its really strange “air” has some impact on me, so, I had time to actually relax and think...

Carla: ...

Alma: We’re a team short since Annika’s entire base is apparently in shambles and her team’s missing in action-we really can’t afford it. And if it wasn’t for Gareth, Damaris and Lyle, Annika, Jett and I would likely be dead-something’s off in Hoenn and we need to investigate that over this pointless chase.

Annika: ....

Bartholomew: I wandered around the area-found a broken Mega Stone in the scorched earth; on top of that, I also met Yoshi’s mother-and learned what they’re dealing with while you let Victini run free...

Nelda: Bartholomew-

King: Victini...

Gareth: So, we’ll add Victini to the list of problem Legends...

Damaris: Those stones came up again...

Lyle: Ah, yes, Mega Stones... it is curious how problems seem to follow them if they leave Kalos or Alola or Hoenn, since they’re common in that region too...

Annika: ....

Gareth: I have to agree, we need to learn more about those-would you know about them, King?

King: Mega Stones? ... I know little, to be frank...

Gareth: ...

King: ...

Lyle: Hmmm...

Annika: B-besides... we’re still on the issue of the Trio and this Rteddy thing-even if you think we SHOULDN’T worry about them, we really should. This Rteddy thing could potentially be causing the problems that caused Legends to lash out, right? By Altering reality by opening holes in space, that’s what you and Carla saw, right K-King...?

King: That’s... right...

Carla: Hmm... true, but, we can’t focus on hunting the Trio then-let’s focus on at the very least finding a safe way to confront them.

Lyle: I can agree there-we don’t need to fight-and I’m on the same page as Gareth and Alma: there may not be many of us in Alola-but we’re going to shy away from the Trio’s punishment.

King: Right... they’re “welcome in Alola” or something similar to that, if I remember correctly, Lyle?

Lyle: Of course.

Bartholomew: Kalos won’t join in on this either.

King: Ugh-

Damaris: This is ridiculous... You four are defending a monster created by Team Machine, another monster made by Team Cipher, and a Politoed who rallied together two destructive forces that were produced to destroy-and their target is humanity! Do you understand? If we don’t deal with them, and they attack again, we’re allowing the condition of how humans view Pokemon to change-to worsen-where they fear and resent us to a point of wanting to control us more than they already entertain. We cannot ignore these monsters-especially the freaks of nature that are Vris and the Black Pikachu-

Gareth: So, why can’t we help them instead?

Damaris: What?

Gareth: Why? Why do we have to fight them? Why do we have to punish them? What’s the point? When this organization started, our focus was on humans who harmed Pokemon. And what does the Terrible Trio have as a mission? Dealing with Humanity, for the sole reason we existed-they’re just violent about it. Team Machine? Cipher? What about Team Rocket, Damaris? What about me? Am I a “monster” in your eyes?

Everyone: ....

Gareth: Experiments, torture, forced to fight one another, who knows what they did to the Black Pikachu to not only make him, but to train him... prepare him for what he is now-what amount of power he has-the control he has-the skill-it’s all hardwired into us-and here you stand, claiming ‘monsters’. The Trio are the biggest examples of why we, as the Strident Knights exist-or it was-

Damaris: Why should we care?

Gareth: ...

King: Damaris!

Carla: What is wrong with you? Were you just pretending to listen to what I’ve said? You’re not interacting with Pokemon like Gareth, like I do, like Gareth himself has experienced and what we can only imagine for the Black Pikachu-Gareth, Shadow Pokemon, Mutants-

Damaris: Are among individuals that should be wiped out.

Alma: Sheesh...

Lyle: My-my... Johto’s traditions are scary-and to think Alola took them on...

Nelda: ...

Annika: Damaris, please...

Bartholomew: ...

Gareth: ... Is that what you-

Damaris: To be truthful-knowing your standings now-

Carla: Don’t you DARE!!

Nelda: Oh please! Get off that high Ponyta you’re on, Carla-you’re not a Shadow Pokemon, not a Mutant, not whatever Gareth is-you can’t speak on their behalf-

Carla: And YOU can?

Nelda: I’m not the one threatening to keep one of MY Knights in Orre over what YOU caused! You and that “client” of yours! I wonder why he left so suddenly, huh? Scared off by what he caused? He’s the reason Yoshi is a Shadow Pokemon, isn’t he?

Carla: That’s not-

Carla: Coming from the ghost that’ll die if she even receives the tiniest of rips in her body? Yeah, I’m doing damn well FINE!! And Yoshi? He is too-better than fine-he might be staying here, permanently-

Nelda: Excuse me-

Carla: Go home to Unova and tell his mother that-if there’s anything left after it’s all burnt to ash-you lazy excuse for-

Damaris: Stop.

King: I think it’s understandable that everyone’s on edge; yes, Gareth is a “Creation” like Vris and the Black Pikachu, so what? You shouldn’t carry that kind of tone with an ally-

Carla: Seriously...?!

Nelda: What’s with you all of a sudden?!

Carla: WHAT’S WITH THE BOTH OF YOU!? Who comes here and starts saying shit like THIS!? Unlike you, I can sense emotions-even Gareth FEELS, despite what he puts out-at least somewhat-being this harsh-DAMARIS-is uncalled for, and YOU Nelda-

Nelda: What?

Carla: You’re just a failure at everything-we’re all looking to Alma as the troublemaker here, because he’s the youngest, the loudest, but his Knights operate fine! Last I checked, outside of Annika’s missing Knights-how many died between the Team Machine attack and the Victini attacks? Huh? We’ve been skirting around that subject all evening, but I’m aware-you’re throwing lives away at a losing battle and now you’re letting Pokemon and Humans die because you’re too damn lazy to do anything about it-

Nelda: WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I HAVEN’T!?! Unova is the founding land of the Strident Knights! DO you think it’s EASY?! Do you think it’s easy running that place?! We’re on fucking sacred land for crying out loud! The Swords of Justice-Yoshi’s mother-the whole damn village-all of it is important, not just to the Knights as a whole, but to King as well! You can’t hope to understand the weight on my shoulders! Your region is the calmest one there is-

Carla: You say that knowing next to nothing about what goes on here-that “Air” Alma mentioned before? That’s a Shadow Pokemon-a powerful one, stronger than the Trio for all we know-and instead of throwing lives away, I’m trying to understand them, and understand ways to HELP them, but no, no, I have to sit in this room, right now, and justify why we shouldn’t be focusing on three damn Pokemon that have been missing for nearly a decade!!

They were never a problem-Goldenrod was our fault! People and Pokemon died because of our Knights-the damn human we let in with his uncontrollable Dragonite-you know where it ended up, King? HERE! It’s dead! Buried in the Relic Forest! WHy? Because that piece of shit human YOU trusted ditched it on someone from here! This region is full of pain and death, just because it’s not exclusively over some overzealous Legend does not make your problems any larger than my own, Nelda! And I dare you to say the shit you’re thinking-do it, and I will era-

King: Enough! E-enough...

Carla: ...

Everyone: ...

King: Let’s move on-I’m sorry, Carla, Gareth...

Carla: Whatever you say, King...

King: ... Gareth...

Gareth: ...

King: Huh...?

Carla: Oh Arceus above, King-

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sumigakure · 7 years ago

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Just For The Night

Prompt 15 of the Sumigakure 2017 Event

Pairings: hints of Tobirama/Kagami

Rating: T for language

Summary: Kagami decides to backpack across Fire Country after completing his degree. It’s definitely an eye-opening experience.

Kagami hitched his backpack higher and glanced nervously between the eerie hostel in the middle of nowhere and the directions Torifu wrote in his near illegible scrawl. Why, oh why, did he wait so long for the next leg of his journey? It’s so creepy here at night and he’s pretty sure something crawled out of the swamp behind him.

Backpacking across Fire Country is looking to be my worst decision yet, Kagami thought, shivering. He squeaked when something large squelched behind him and darted for the door, frantically jiggling the handle and throwing himself through. He sagged against the door, heart pounding.

I should have listen to Danzo and his stupid statistics! he wailed internally. Not that he ever listened to Danzo when he started another paranoid rant about various death and grievous bodily harm statistics but the point remains—

“Are you alright?” A smooth voice cut across his internal panic.

Kagami looked over at the check-in desk and promptly lost whatever he was about to say, whatever panic he was previously feeling, and his heart for good measure.

Leaning— no, lounging on the desk was the hottest man Kagami had ever seen. Just, the hottest, okay? Hotter than Fire Country’s annual forest fires, even.

He was tall, evident even though he was bent over. White hair— hair like starlight, Kagami thought dreamily, with eyes like heart’s blood and tattoos like streaks of passion. And he smirked like he was somehow aware that Kagami’s besotted inner English Major nerd was waxing lyrical about him.

“Are you alright?” Angel From The Heavens Bedecked In Black asked again.

Kagami closed his mouth and, well, he intended to walk gracefully to the desk but just kind of…shambled over instead. Somehow, all the feeling had left his legs. And his arms. And the rest of his body too. He transcended the material plane from hotness overload.

“Uh,” He coughed awkwardly, voice embarrassingly high at first, “yes?”

Angel From The Heavens Bedecked In Black quirked a brow in amusement, twirling a pen in those long, elegant fingers that gave Kagami thoughts. “Are you asking me, or telling me?”

“Yes?” Kagami said, before flushing and saying more decisively, “Yes. I’m— I’m alright.”

“Excellent,” he said, and that smile was all pearly teeth. Kagami hastily suppressed a whimper. “Are you checking in? It’s a bit busy tonight but we do have some rooms available.” He leaned forward and his smile turned conspiratory. “I’ve been told our accommodations are to die for.”

Oh gods. A hot man was smirking at him like they were sharing secrets. Be cool Kagami, be cool.

“Uh, single bed. Overnight. Please?” Kagami managed. What are words? What are sentences? What is coherency in the face of perfection? Oh gods, he’s an English Major with a fancy degree and everything! He should be better than this!

“Name?” Those elegant fingers stop twirling their pen and come to rest on a ledger. There was a bit of brown ink spotting the corner it seems.

“Uchiha Kagami.” This was easy, he could do this, the routine of checking into hostels and motels was one he had down pat by now.

Angel Bedecked In Black hummed appreciatively, like it wasn’t destroying the structural integrity of Kagami’s knees. “It means reflection, right?” He looked up from the ledger through his lashes. “It suits you. You have very expressive eyes.”

Kagami could hear the last of his dignity wail its deathcry in the distance, and he didn’t care at all. He was too busy trying to swoon discreetly. Angel Bedecked In Black was hot and smart!

“I’m Tobirama,” the Angel introduced himself, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“N-nice to meet you too!” Kagami stuttered, “I like your name too!”

Oh hell, what did he just say. Oh hell, Tobirama was looking curious. Better commit, Kagami thought in despair, why did I do this to myself?

“It means the space between two doors, yeah?” Kagami drew on every inch of his fancy English degree for the bit of bullshit he was about to say. “It, um, it speaks of possibilities?” He winced at his own lame comment.

Instead of losing all interest, Tobirama looked intrigued.

“I’ve never thought of it that way before,” he said, shifting his weight onto his elbows, his chin on his knuckles, and peered at Kagami like he was something fascinating and unknown.

Kagami willed himself to stay cool.

It was all for naught when the front door opened and he jumped like a startled cat. He turned in reflex and squeaked in alarm as something big, blue, and gilled trudged into the lobby trailing pondweed.

Tobirama tsked irritably, “Really, Kisame? I just mopped these floors.”

“Sorry, Senju, was running a little late,” Kisame shrugged cheerfully. “‘Sides, I think it lends a certain aesthetic, you know?”

As the two fell to bickering Kagami was distracted as, unbidden, the image of Tobirama with a mop rose in his mind. Those elegant, strong hands firmly wrapped around the handle, shoulders flexing under that thin, black turtleneck, maybe even the sleeves rolled up to his elbows?

He squeaked again as a blue, gilled face suddenly loomed right in front of him, dispelling his happy fantasy.

“Hey, a newbie!” Big and blue— Kisame? — grinned and holy hell, those were sharp teeth! “Sorry about startling you out there, I guess it is kind of dark out,” He scratched his cheek sheepishly, looking so genuinely contrite Kagami automatically reached out to pat his shoulder before his brain caught up.

“It’s okay!” Kagami smiled weakly. “I might have overreacted anyway.”

“Nah, you should always treat suspicious things in the dark like threats to your life,” Kisame gave him a thumbs up and changed the subject while he was still gaping. “Hey, this cranky ass isn’t giving you a hard time is he?”

“I am perfectly capable of being civil, Kisame,” Tobirama growled, and wow, Kagami had no idea you could feel sounds with your spine before. This night was turning out to be very educational. “I’m running a successful hostel in case you missed it.”

“From lack of competition maybe!” Kisame laughed. “Certainly not your customer service, crankybutt!”

Tobirama narrowed his eyes, and at this point Kagami felt like he really needed to intervene before his Angel Bedecked In black became his Demon Bedecked In Black. He’s not sure that would be a deterrent actually.

“Tobirama’s been really nice to me, actually,” Kagami hastily interjected, “but, um, thanks for making sure I’m okay? Again, I mean.”

“Oho! Has he really?” Kisame looked disproportionately delighted at this information, Kagami felt. Then Kisame rocked back on his heels, still grinning, “I’m just gonna…leave you to your cutie then. Hope you survive the night, kid!”

“I’m twenty-three!” Kagami spluttered. Curse his babyface! And curse everyone who pointed it out. He sulked.

Kisame just winked at him and sauntered down the hall, whistling cheerfully.

“Ignore him, Kagami,” Tobirama patted his arm and his mind immediately blanked. “Kisame has a strange sense of humor.”

“Um, okay?” Kagami said helplessly, watching as Tobirama opened a drawer and pulled out a room key.

“Come on,” Tobirama said, laying a hand on the small of Kagami’s back. “Your room’s over here, just past the lounge.”

There was something strange about these hallways, Kagami noticed, faintly, under the hyperfocus on the hand on his spine, something strange that ate sound. He noticed this because the short hallway leading from the lobby to lounge— and how was this place even big enough for a lounge? It looked so tiny outside —was completely, creepily quiet while the lounge was raucous and loud as several people argued at the top of their lungs and someone was either slamming on a piano or something large and eldritch was moaning in pain.

Luckily for Kagami’s sanity it turned out to be a piano. Unluckily for Kagami’s sanity it was a fucking grim reaper doing it.

“Get away from that fucking piano, Hidan, my ears are bleeding! You’re paying to have them replaced you little shit!” A tall— man? —a tall man covered in stitches roared at the furious skeleton throwing a tantrum on the piano.

“SHUT IT, BITCH! YOUR SCIENCE-BORN ASS IS BLASPHEMY IN THE FACE OF JASHIN!” Hidan screeched, somehow, even though by all rights he shouldn’t even have vocal cords.

“You’re blasphemy in face of silence, un! Shut the fuck up!”

Was that…? Yes, it was. There was indeed a pretty, blonde someone huddled in the chandelier like their life depended on it.

Tobirama ushered Kagami to his other side and banged on the door until he had their attention. “There are other guests in the building, show some common courtesy and keep it down!” He hissed.

“Why don’t you tell it to him!” The tall, stitched man pointed at the cackling skeleton angrily.

“You were all making a racket, Kakuzu,” Tobirama said levelly. “Deidara, get off the chandelier, you’re going to get clay in the joints again.”

Hidan threw his scythe at Tobirama who didn’t even flinch when in buried itself in the doorway. Kagami yelped and ducked, then furiously tried to pretend he hadn’t

“Lord Jashin’s going to fuck you up in the afterlife, Senju!” He cackled.

“I wish him luck getting me there,” Tobirama sniffed.

Deidara flopped onto the ground, bending in ways that were distinctly inhuman before straightening up, “Hey, is that a newbie, un?”

“Uh, hi?” Kagami waved weakly over Tobirama’s shoulder.

Deidara grinned widely, and perhaps a bit manically. “We didn’t scare you off, did we?”

“No?” Kagami said uncertainly, glancing at Tobirama for comfort. He was in dire need of comfort because he’d left his happy zone in the last town he visited.

“That’s the spirit!” Deidara gave him victory salute, “Or, heh, the necromancer, rather,” he said with a sly glance in Tobirama’s direction.

Tobirama’s expression went flat.

“Kakuzu, control these idiots,” He ordered and Kakuzu immediately bristled.

“Like hell! I don’t have to listen to you!” He snarled.

Tobirama closed the lounge door with a ‘hmph!’ Yet more angry screaming was heard inside but it was muffled now.

“Does he really have to listen to you?” Kagami asked, edging a bit closer.

“Of course, he’s my cousin,” Tobirama said, instantly shifting from annoyed to soothing. “Parts of him,” he muttered, but that was just Kagami’s imagination, right? Right.

“Ah, here we are,” Tobirama directed them to an innocuous door right across and slightly down the hall from the lounge just like he said. An innocuous door that led to an innocuous room with an innocuous bed. Kagami’s knees went weak for reasons other than Tobirama.

“Thanks for escorting me, Tobirama,” Kagami turned to smile at him, “I’d have hated to get lost.”

Tobirama smiled back. “It was no hardship. I didn’t want the other guests to give you any trouble. Some of them are more unruly than others.”

Kagami chuckled weakly, “Oh, no worries. If anything happens I’ll just scream.”

“Not quite how I envisioned you screaming for me but I suppose needs must,” Tobirama tugged on a frozen Kagami’s curls with a teasing smirk. “I’ll see you in the morning Kagami.”

Kagami stared at the closed door, trying not to hyperventilate. This hostel, it was all too much for him. He scrambled for his phone and frantically dialled a familiar number.

“Shisui! Shisui, you will not believe this! I just met the hottest guy!”

Backpacking across Fire Country is looking to be his best decision yet.

#sumigakure #pandafleur #sumigakure halloween event 2017: prompt 15 #Sumigakure Halloween Event 2017 #rank: b #rated: t #submission

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ssbuniverse-blog · 5 years ago

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SUPER SMASH BROS UNIVERSE Part 1, Chapter 2: You Kongo

THE MUSHROOM KINGDOM…

The path to the Toadstool Mansion is now vastly different from what Peach remembers. She realized this when the road started to shake, the carriages were almost on their sides, and Toadsworth was clutching her waist. The carriage twisted and turned so much that the Luma burst at the impact. Midway through the rollercoaster ride she felt Toadsworth drift from her waist, he was knocked out. Then suddenly, after a fierce blow, Peach is knocked unconscious.

IN THE KONGO JUNGLE…

The inside of the carriage is in shambles; seat cushions are on the floor, the window is busted, and one of the doors is off. Peach wakes up to see the mess, there is a ringing in her head so she can’t focus on anything. She looks at her dress which is a little torn. Her body hurts, she feels for injuries. The side of her chest has a deep pain as she sits up. The Queen looks around to find herself in the cabin. Then, Peach runs out the door for Toadsworth, almost ignorant of her energy. Peach exhales as she sees Toadsworth standing outside the cabin, hands behind his back.

“It’s morning?” Peach looks at the sun rising behind the trees. They seem to be in a jungle.

“Seems you had a good nights rest,” Toadsworth says.

“This…is this the Kongo Jungle?” Peach asks.

“Sure smells like it,” Toadsworth ruffles his mustache and looks around.

“Where’s the Luma?”

“I’m afraid we lost her to the impact,” Toadsworth speaks quietly.

“Where is the Chancellor and Toad Minister?”

“I’m not sure Princ- Queen.”

“Well then let’s go!” Peach moves to the back of the carriage, she opens the trunk. “I just need to get my shoes…“ The trunk is empty, so all she has is her slippers.

“You want to go?” Toadsworth creeps closer to her.

“Yes, let’s go.”

“Peach,” Toadsworth hisses. “We do you expect we go? This is the jungle, we will die out there.”

“And we will die standing here,” Peach rips her dress, now it is more like a skirt. “I don’t want to wait for something to find us.”

“I think we find our way back to the castle, we must not be too far off.”

“And neither is Donkey Kong, he can probably already smell my perfume.”

“Please, I would not like to spend the first day of your reign preparing your will, Peach.”

“And I would not like to spend the first day of my reign cowering like I did for the past few years.”

“Listen,” Toadsworth gets quiet. “I know you feel like you have something to prove-“

“I do have something to prove,” Peach interrupts. “And I am not being reckless. The only problem we have in the Kongo Jungle is if we are left alone. Even King K. Rool won’t hurt us.”

“You have a lot of faith in these beasts.”

“These beasts have become my friends over the years.” Toadsworth has nothing left to say. Peach continues; “Right, let’s go!”

AT THE NORTHERN END OF THE KONGO JUNGLE…

Yoshi creeps through the trees and expects to find the river that leads to Yoshi’s Island. Instead, across the river, his native island is crushed against a long plains-like area. This must’ve been a result of the earthquake that happened throughout the jungle that night. Yoshi navigates his way through the trees to get closer to the new position of the island.

Yoshi can see movement as he is closer to the island. He then hears sounds coming from the island. He listens carefully and hears humans speaking. Next, screams from some of the yoshis! Next he smells smoke from a fire. These signs make him creep closer to the island in panic. Now that Yoshi can see better, he sees humans with swords and bows. He hears more screams from his own and from the humans. Yoshi stops. He turns the opposite direction and heads back to Peach’s Castle in fear of what might be happening on the island.

AT PEACH’S CASTLE…

Mario and Luigi stayed up the whole night. Luckily, Captain Toad and Toadette appeared to help out. They rescued the prisoners from the flooding dungeons and put them in a separate room. Some of the toad scientists were working on a scuba diving oxygen tank so Mario and Luigi could breathe underwater. The whole first story and basement of Queen Peach’s Castle is flooded. Everyone has been moved to higher floors, the furniture that could be salvaged has been, and the rest of the toads are camping out in the great hall.

Captain Toad brings Mario and Luigi out on his paddle boat. They coast outside of the main doors and into the long valley to the southeast point of the castle. Everything is flooded and now very muddy. They hear cries coming from the distance. There is a toad stranded on one of the hedges. Mario and Luigi paddle the boat towards him.

“Help!” the toad cries. “I can’t swim!” The toad jumps onto the paddle boat with the others. “What happened!?”

“We don’t know!” Luigi answers.

“Some of the other toads were able to climb the top of the castle wall, there is a huge lake covering the Mushroom Kingdom. They’re calling it the Wedding Lake.”

“What?” Mario asks surprised. “How’d ya get up there?”

“Come on I’ll show ya!” The toad directs them to a part of the rampart where the vines are nicely placed for climbing. “Right here.” Mario, Luigi, and Captain Toad start to climb the vines. “I’ll just stay here, I’m afraid of heights too.”

Then, Mario, Luigi, and Captain Toad climb the tall shrubbery rampart to the very top. Luigi makes the mistake of looking down; he feels his stomach drop. Mario and Captain Toad are mesmerized at the view of the castle from their height. The white castle and red roof shine in the sun, the flags are flapping only feet from them, and they are right next to the birds. The trio turns around to see water.

“All of the Mushroom Kingdom is…” Mario is astounded.

“Hey boss, any idea how this happened?” Captain Toad asks.

“Bowser maybe,” But Mario doesn’t believe that the Koopa King has the power to create a whole lake, right where the entire Mushroom Kingdom used to be.

“Boss?” Captain Toad looks back at the castle and the surrounding valley. He notices that there is a jungle that is awfully close. It never used to be that way before.

“Yeah?”

“Is that the Kongo Jungle over there?” Captain Toad asks.

“I guess it is.”

“It smells like it!” Luigi grabs his nose.

“Gee boss, what is it doing so close?” Captain Toad asks.

“We need to get back to the castle and get Rosalina!” Mario commands.

“Hey M-Mario, do you think you could carry me down?” Luigi asks.

Luigi latches onto his brother’s back Mario carries the both of them down. Mario is thinking that Rosalina will have some sort of perspective on what happened. She must’ve been able to see it all happen from the Space Observatory. They make it back to the boat and paddle back to the castle; returning the stranded toad back to safety.

Once back at the castle, Mario’s finds his Luma so he can call Rosalina. Usually the Luma likes to hide in his office, so he leaps over steps, avoids as many toads as he can, and makes it to his office to find no one. He could check the garden, right –its flooded. Mario runs too his room, one of the toads –Horacitoad? Mario can’t remember any of the governmental toads interrupts him. However, he runs past him anyway. Although Mario is rushing through the castle, he notices all of the goombas, koopas, and toads camped out. He asks them as he runs past them if they’ve seen a fat little star with a red hat on. One of the goombas tells him to check his room.

The doors to Mario’s room burst open from his kick. Looking out the balcony is his Luma snuggling up to his mom; Rosalina. She doesn’t seem to notice he walked in. Mario slows his pace so it seems like he isn’t in a panic. “I knew you’d come looking for me,” Rosalina is smirking. She turns around with the Luma mimicking her. “Seems like being the King Adjunct is a lot more work that you thought huh?”

“Yeah! Ima swamped!” Mario jokes. There is a pause in the room because the severity of the situation warrants a pause. “The whole Mushroom Kingdom is flooded.”

“I saw,” Rosalina responds. “I’m sorry this happened.”

“Yeah, but how did it happen?”

“It was almost instantly. I was away from my computer at the time. When I felt the shaking-“

“Wait! You’re saying you felt the earthquake too?” Mario asks.

“It seems to have been much more than an earthquake. Anyways, after…whatever happened, I looked at my computer and saw that most of the world had changed!”

“What is missing?”

“Everything, the Dry Dry Desert, New Donk City, and Delfino Ocean too!” Rosalina explains. “The only things left are Peach’s Castle, the Kongo Jungle, Yoshi’s Island, Sarasaland…”

“What else?” Mario is anxious, he looks a lot like his brother right now.

“Bowser’s Castle,” Rosalina states. “Birdo’s Luma was just captured and destroyed by Kamek. I don’t know what’s happened to her.”

“Do you think Kamek could’ve done this?” Mario asks.

“I don’t think so,” Rosalina is serious. “Which is why I have reason to believe that there may be a new threat!”

“Do you think Bowser may be back then? AGAIN?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Mario sinks in his chair. After years and years of trying to stop Bowser from tormenting them, Mario thought he finally won. Bowser has never been capable of flooding an entire kingdom. Some other force is at work and it scares the hell out of Mario.

“I’m sorry but there is one more thing I need to tell you,” Rosalina admits. “While Peach was traveling to the Toadstool Mansion, her Luma warned me…there was a crash and her Luma didn’t survive the impact.”

Mario’s eyes start to swell. Rosalina can see him holding back his tears so she goes to comfort him. “I need to go find her,” Mario says. “I need to find her.”

“Sure. I can help guard the castle.”

“No.” Mario snaps. He then wipes his tears and clears his throat. All he can think of are a few words. There are no other thoughts that Mario can convince him of the few words that are stitched in his mind. He says them; “Rosy, there’s not much left to guard. The Mushroom Kingdom is completely flooded. No one is left besides us.”

“Mario…”

“I think we leave Peach’s Castle. Move the rest of the people to the Space Observatory. I’ll try and find Peach with Luigi.”

“I think that sounds like a great plan, Mario. I’ll get everyone together and teleport them to the Space Observatory.”

LATER IN THE KONGO JUNGLE…

The sun refuses to pass through the trees of the Kongo Jungle. Peach and Toadsworth are worried that if they travel for too long then they will be lost in darkness. They found some luggage on their journey, but didn’t find Peach’s shoes. She continues to walk in heels throughout the jungle and it is certainly the hardest challenge she has had to face yet. They are both certain that they traveled farther from the Mushroom Kingdom, so there is no turning back.

Toadsworth is worried about all the kritters and creatures that roam the jungle. They gather large leaves and sticks thinking believing that what they are doing is productive. As soon as they gather a fair amount of supplies, Toadsworth and Peach look at the pile. They don’t know how they are going to survive the night. All they have is a few suitcases and a pile of scraps.

“Peach,” Toadsworth whispers, almost defeated.

“Yes, Toadsworth?” she asks.

“If we don’t survive the night-“

“Don’t say that!” Peach tries to convince herself as much as she does Toadsworth.

There is a rustle in the trees. After being paranoid for so long in the jungle their senses have become heightened. Every slight movement in the trees doesn’t slip past their ears. However, this has only made them more aware of their immediate danger, which puts them more into a panic. The rustling doesn’t get louder but it gets clearer, whoever it is, is moving closer to them. The rustling draws nearer, until its right next to them, then stops.

Donkey Kong comes out of the bushes to see Peach and Toadsworth. There is a huge sigh of relief. Until DK nearly tackles them both, they’re mutually glad to see each other. DK smells Peach and coos.

“I told you he’d smell my perfume,” Peach laughs.

It seems as though DK has experienced some of the loss that the Toadstools have as well. The Kongo Jungle seems much smaller than it usually is. It has never backed up to Peach’s Castle, the earthquake must’ve caused the land to redecorate itself. But the source of this shift is still a mystery.

DK takes Peach and Toadstool in his arms and starts jumping through the jungle. They swing on vines and glide under the jungle canopy. Toadsworth has never felt this kind of rush before. Peach laughs at his anguish because she used to be like him.

Toadsworth’s stomach starts to turn as DK climbs down closer to the ground. He brings them to Kongo Falls, which has now been cut in half due to the shift. DK sees the terror in Toadsworth’s eyes. He then takes them to his camp. There it is only him, Diddy Kong, and Dixie. The rest of the Kongs are nowhere to be found.

“Princess –I mean, your highness, we can’t do this!” Toadsworth commands.

“Do what? Stay comfortably with our friends instead of out in the wilderness alone?”

Toadsworth ruffles his mustache again and quiets down. Peach climbs the vines into the tree house that the Kongs have built. As she disappears in the house Toadsworth looks around and realizes that he might as well compromise. Toadsworth climbs the vines and joins the others in the treehouse.

IN BOWSER’S KINGDOM…

Birdo climbs one of the spiral staircases to her room in Bowser’s Castle. She dreads doing this every time. She once tried to get Bowser to put a window in her room but instead he clawed a hole in the roof. She is winding up the spiral staircase and getting just dizzy enough to know it is the end. Birdo gets to her room and plops down on the bed. It has been a long day of tending Bowser’s wounds. Before she can even think about food she wanted to lie in her bed for a few minutes.

Birdo pulls out some food from her pouch that she smuggled for Luma. After placing it on the table she calls for her Luma. There is no response. Birdo calls again. But again there is no response. It’s odd, even if Luma wasn’t hungry she would come out from hiding. Birdo gets up to look around; the dresser and under the cushions are all empty. Suddenly, there is a poof! Birdo hears Kamek cackling.

“Kamek, what are you doing here?” Birdo asks.

“I’m coming to give you a message from Bowser,” Kamek says.

“What is it?” Birdo snaps.

“What’s in the dresser?” Kamek asks. He knows something is up with Birdo. “You don’t wear any clothes besides that bow on top of your head!”

“What does Bowser need?” Birdo asks.

“He needs you to stop being a spy for the Mario Brothers!” Kamek says.

“I don’t-“

“DON’T!” Kamek starts. “Try to deny it! I found THIS last night,” Kamek shows Birdo her wedding invitation. “How was it? Lots of mushroom soup?”

“Where’s the Luma?” Birdo asks frantically.

“Destroyed, I know Rosalina has taught those little stars how to whisper to each other.”

“What are you going to do?”

“No, the question is what are YOU going to do?”

“What are YOU going to do?” Birdo quips.

“YOU are going to watch as we fly across the Wedding Lake then go straight to the dungeons!” Kamek laughs. Then with a swish of Kamek’s wand, Birdo finds herself outside.

An airship floats in the sky above Bowser’s Castle, the koopalings all prepare their clown cars as if for a battle. The canons are loaded, the hammer bros have sharpened their hammers, and the horde of goombas is ready to charge. Kamek flies up towards Bowser, who sits at the helm of the ship.

“We ready to go?” Bowser asks.

“Let’s go,” Kamek responds. With that Bowser commands the air fleet to charge forward. As they leave Bowser’s Kingdom they see a great lake overstretch the horizon. “Kamek! What happened to the Mushroom Kingdom?”

“A lake appeared after the earthquake, they’re calling it Wedding Lake. After Mario and Peach’s wedding.”

“Wedding!? Maybe we’ll catch them before their honeymoon!” Bowser’s jaw starts drooling with crave. He’ll be able to challenge Mario once again. Any fatigue he has been feeling since has passed, now the excitement of fighting Mario has given him energy. Hammer brothers escort Birdo to her cell.

The airship reaches the brink of the Wedding Lake and see the flooded castle. Bowser jumps off the airship and crashes into the roof, he breaks the roof and lands in the great hall. No one is around, not a toad is in sight. The wedding decorations are still up too. Bowser walks down the main staircase and sees no one. The koopalings fly into the castle from the front entrance. They have seen no one either. There is a wave of realization that pours over Bowser. For some reason everyone in the castle is gone, the toads, Peach, and Mario have all abandoned the Mushroom Kingdom. Flames pour from Bowser’s mouth and heats up the water in the castle. It now turns into a boiling hot spring.

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COMIC SINS - Ch. 14 Warm

Chapter 14. Warm

There is a prophecy. The Angel. The one who has seen the surface… they will return. And the Underground will go empty.

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Inside a homely, small town inn, the darkness spread itself thin. Heavy shadows surrounded the front windows, and the glass shook from the winter's raging winds. The front door did little to blot out the blistering cold, and the room fell even chiller. The atmosphere of the inn's lobby grew colder than it had ever been, and not only because of the air's dropping temperature.

The front desk became refuge to a white monster, whose clammy bones wrapped around themselves in regret.

Across from him leaning against the wall laid a small, human child. They too had curled up their body, trying to keep themselves warm beneath their ragged pajamas. The innocent one glared coldly at the monster just a few feet away, their steady gaze unblinking.

Closing his eye sockets, the room that was once deathly silent began to fill with a deep hum. The skeleton's breathing had shifted, and his shoulder bones began to slouch.

The human perked up at this sudden shift in movement. "Sans?" They muttered, a bit vexed. The child wanted to continue fussing with him, but decided they no longer enjoyed disturbing monsters while they slept.

The youth stood up, ready to be on their way. The abrupt act was enough to jog the creature awake once more. "k-kid?" He asked in a troubled tone.

Frisk looked back down at him angrily. "Haven't you had enough sleep?" They accused.

Sans sat back at this. "n-no. i haven't. sorry." He admitted woefully. The human did not appear to have so much as pity. "i haven't been able to sleep, really."

The child huffed at this, but leaned back down to the monster's level. "Is that so? You seem to be good at it. Must be a talent." They answered condescendingly.

"heh heh, good one." Sans chuckled weakly, raising his scapulas. "but… no. truthfully i haven't slept in what feels like weeks. no, it's definitely been weeks."

Frisk leaned back in confusion. "Well, what do I know about how much sleep a skeleton needs, anyway? How do I know a magic bag of bones needs sleep at all? Maybe you just do it for fun." They shrugged in discomfort.

"heh heh! maybe my brother was right all along! maybe i am a pile of lazybones." Sans said, almost laughing genuinely.

"Oh." Frisk recalled. "Papyrus..."

"yeah!" Sans chimed in. "you two are a lot alike. you would have been great friends, i know it." His voice raised at this, attempting to lighten up the mood. But the child only frowned at the floor. No answer was received. "you know i… haven't slept… since he died, so..." He continued, a lump clogging his deep voice. Frisk looked up at him then, sorrow now rising up in the both of them. "thank you."

Addled, the child spoke up. "For what?"

"for letting me sleep." He assured pensively. "i mean, i haven't been able to rest like that in a long time. having someone around that i trust… really put my mind at ease, you know?"

"Sans, I don't understand."

"i know, kid." The monster uttered, aching in his bones.

The pair fell silent for a long moment. The room somehow drooped darker, and the dusty air nipped even colder.

The two decided to speak up again, both voicing simultaneously. Not being able to hear the other, they both stopped.

"you go first, kid." Sans insisted, waving his phalanges towards the small human.

Frisk shook their head. "You go."

"oh? heh heh heh, okay." He chortled. "i just needed to let you know that i haven't been completely honest with you." Sans started up. "what i'm dragging you into is very dangerous, and i understand if you want to turn around and leave."

Frisk shook their head. "But Sans, I want to do it. I need to, I-"

Sans gestured with his metacarpals, hinting that he was not finished. "you saw it, didn't you?" His eyes fell black, and his expression became difficult to read. "the town. everything is in shambles." His voice was serious and level. "but did you see… my house?"

The child sat for a while, over thinking his questions. "Well I..." Just then a dangerous idea clicked. Frisk had a gut feeling they knew which one he was talking about, but the thought scared them.

"heh." The monster came in again. "i'm sorry you had to see that."

"It's okay..." Frisk said, though they did not believe even themselves.

"frisk, i'm asking too much of you." He boomed. "the creature that has destroyed this friendly town... the monster that i am facing alone… the demon that is responsible for the mass murder of the whole underground..." Sans proceeded his anecdote without displaying a single emotion. "that person is you." His teeth only seemed to grin wider. "heh heh, well, at the very least a person who looks just like you."

The child searched themselves, attempting to find lost answers. The scattered thoughts danced in their head chaotically, until they found something to say. "So… that's why you… attack me? Why you try to… kill me?"

White specs illuminated in the monster's eye sockets. He moved away, a tad perturbed. "well, yes and no. it's why you're here, kid! it's why you got caught up in all this!"

Frisk focused on the floor. Their small arms clenched around themselves even tighter, and they felt a slight pain in their chest. The little human ground their teeth in deep thought, and their muscles began to quake.

Observing the small youths trembles, the skeleton stood up. "wow, it's really cold, huh?" Sans said, removing his blue hoodie. "c'mere, kiddo. you need this more than i do."

Frisk hesitated at his gesture, but could not deny their body's painful shivering. They were once again dependent on the monster's offerings.

The human slipped their skinny arms inside the sleeves easily, as the article of clothing was several times their size. The fabric was nearly as cold as the air, as its owner seemed not to emit body heat. The sweater slid off of their shoulders repeatedly, despite Frisk's attempts to keep it up. The monster promptly took hold of the rarely used zipper pull, and zipped it all the way to the top. Though still shivering, Sans' hoodie made all the difference. Frisk's cheeks turned red.

"you were really chilled to the bone there, pal." Sans joked. "how you feelin'?"

"...Um," The child mumbled, blushing. "I really like… wearing other people's sweaters." A wide smile was strewn across their face, and they put up their small hands, hidden by overly long sleeves, up to their face, trying to hide their warm grin. "It's kinda like an indirect hug."

The monster's confused expression changed to one that matched the human's. "aw, kid, you're making blush." He admitted. "do you want… a direct hug?" Sans asked with open arms.

Frisk paused for a brief moment, then nodded shyly. The two leaned into a paralleled embrace. "i'm sorry for being such a butthead." Sans added. "do you wanna go home?" The child shivered more under their padded jacket, but shook their head vigorously. "heh heh heh, okay buddy. you're a real tough cookie, you know that?"

The child giggled beneath the muffled fabric. "Sans, you're not a butthead." They lifted their squished face from the monster's rib cage and looked into his large eye sockets. "You can't be. You don't have a butt OR a head!"

The skeleton laughed a hearty guffaw. "oh no, i've been caught!" His teeth grew wide, beaming. But his boisterous bellows soon quieted down. "are you ready to go, frisk?" He asked, still light in his tone. Frisk shot him a determined look, and they dragged Sans to the front door without a second thought. "whoa there, kid!" And before he knew it, the two were outside.

The roaring winds had finally calmed at this time, however the chilly air still threatened the human's comfort. Deep in the distance, hiding in the winter's east, something tiny rifled. Something yellow.

Sans spun around rather fast and swiftly pulled the hood over the human's head, panicking. "get back inside the inn!" He breathed urgently. "go, now!" Frisk did not know if this was some sort of test over following directions or facing real dangers, but they took it as a challenge and heeded the beast's warnings. The small child made their way inside as quickly as Sans had made the instruction.

Leaving the front entrance open so they could still hear, Frisk hid inside and inspected the skeletons movements from the clouded window. Sans stood his ground, when from out of the snow popped a tiny, golden flower. The friendly looking plant had eyes and a mouth, and looked much like something Frisk would doodle with crayons.

"Sans, there you are!" The little flower spoke. Sans started to speak when the yellow petals drooped and the tiny creature bore a most grim expression. "Sans, you failed!"

"what?!" The white monster accused. "i didn't fail..."

"Oh, but you have!" It exclaimed. "The king is dead!"

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CHAPTER ARCHIVE

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