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sonicringbond · 4 years ago

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Sonic Ring Bond: the Journey - Scene 23

And with a lengthy little scene, we have moved away from the exposition for now. Or at least most of it. Rosy still has some exposition to give every scene just due to the story structure, but we actually have things getting started started again in this scene so i hope everyone enjoys...

~The biggest thing I love about adventuring is all the new people I meet and all of the wonderful places that I see. Sometimes though the people I meet need help, or just want a favor in exchange for a service. Tee-hee~♥ This time the people I met are little meaner though.

~To people who rely on Rings, they are irreplaceable. They do so much, and we rely on them so much. I don’t even think I really thought about it until I ended up in these strange lands with that little planet watching me every day. When I first discovered that most people here didn’t trust Rings it was so unnatural. Yet to them it was perfectly normal. Or so I thought until I met the Engineers.

~They were the first people here who actually used Rings like I was used to, but when Rings are treated as bad, they have to keep it a secret. It makes Ring Thieves even worse than they are back home. Stealing Rings is so hurtful, even helping a Ring Thief will get you hurt. I’ll have to talk Gill into changing his way of life when I finally catch up with him.

~Fortunately, though I was afraid that knowing Gill would have lost me an opportunity to catch up with Zooey, the cloud sailors were very understanding. They just didn’t trust me, or Draw, so they sent us out on a little quest to prove that we were trustworthy.

~Hmph! I think it’s ridiculous since they saw the photo with me and Zooey both in it. It should be obvious. But Gill did steal Rings from them, so it makes sense to help them gather Rings. I’m kind of excited too as I haven’t had a Ring gathering job in what feels like forever! Hee-hee! It’s what I used to do back home so it’s a nice little reminder of who I am. Which is fortunate too under the circumstances.~

An airship that was barely more than a deck, cabins, and a hold wrapped around a metal balloon and further wrapped in sails, rigging, propellers, and wings soared across the jagged terrain. The mountains were unusual in that they almost appeared like domino tiles that had fallen on top of each other. The geography resulted in the top side of the mountains being covered as far as the eye could see in lush grasslands where sheep roamed, and Rings spun about on their axes arranged in any number of patterns. Despite being high enough for clouds to drift across the meadows the temperature was warm and balmy. From the deck railing Rosy watched the scenery passing by below with a huge and excited smile.

“Ooh~! It’s so perfect! There are so many places to run, and so many Rings too! I bet there are all sorts of interesting things to find down below the cliffs too!”

“You’re awfully excited considering they’re making you do their work,” Draw looked at Rosy wryly before a smirk adorned his face. With a shrug he closed his eyes and turned away. “But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised when dealing with a weirdo girl like you.”

“How many times do I have to tell you stop calling me names!”

Rosy complained and Draw snickered before Rosy stuck her tongue out in retaliation. It earned them both a good laugh, but Rosy felt it would be rude not answer the implied question from her koala companion. Wiping a tear from her eye she explained her excitement.

“Believe it or not, but this is what I did back home,” Rosy demonstrated vaguely drawing a doodle in the air with a finger. “My job was to collect Rings and I went all over the place doing it. Me and my best friend. Ooh~ I haven’t seen Tails in forever and I miss him so much. I really hope he’s okay.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t forgotten him with how long you’ve been searching. It seems like something you’d forget.”

Hopping off the railing, Rosy sat down on the deck beside Draw and pulled her knees to her chin. It made her look very small, even next to the younger and smaller koala.

As Draw continued to clean his bow, he looked at Rosy wondering if she was upset about something. The mischievous grin she wore hidden behind her knees told him otherwise and he leaned in closer as she motioned to him with a wave of her hand.

“Well that’s the thing,” Rosy whispered excitedly, her wagging tail thudding against the deck giving away her enthusiasm. “I’ve noticed that the things I’m most likely to forget are things that aren’t associated with what I normally do. I think that’s why it’s so important for everyone to have the defined roles that they do. It helps you stay you, I think. But adventuring is what I do, and what my friends do too so most of those memories are just kind of fuzzy now, but I can still remember them. That’s why I’m not worried about helping the Engineers out.”

“I get it,” Draw contemplated as he absently rubbed down his bow. “They aren’t trying to have you repay the stolen Rings, they’re trying to use how everyone always forgets things to make you loyal to them.”

“That’s what I was thinking too,” Rosy beamed as Draw had caught on. “But I know it won’t work on either of us. First and foremost, I know that the Rings will always remember. Secondly, they think we’re dumb because we’re kids.”

“Well you’re certainly a weirdo girl,” Draw countered Rosy’s attempts to build up their confidence. She puffed up her cheeks at him and he simply flashed her another playful smirk. He did not prompt her to go off topic however and stayed quiet.

“But they shouldn’t look down on us like that. I know you’ll be fine too because practicing to hunt golems is what you do, and I’ll be fine because I’m going to be doing what I always do. They won’t beat us so easily, and we’ll still help them and get to hear more about where Zooey is.”

~I felt like my belief was spot on. Why wouldn’t it be? This strange land may steal people’s memories, but I’ve been doing my best to pay attention and protect my precious memories as best as I could. I had gotten Draw involved too so it was important that I protect his memories too. The thing is though, I wasn’t prepared for how bored I was going to be. And after it looked so exciting too.

~Overlooking one of the best views I ever saw of the wide openness of the world was a weird little tower that was as much a part of an old ruin as it was something that looked like it grew out of it. It was like a smashed together building built from a windmill, a water tower, a lighthouse, and a giant boiler chimney. There were pipes everywhere and covered almost as much as the ivy and other plants that covered the stone brick building. But there was nothing else of interest.

~A kitchen, bedrooms, and a lookout post. Even the weird little arch that served as the airship port was just quaint. The old guy who worked at what they called an Engineer’s waystation was nice enough too, but he laid down a very strict rule about never going further out than he could see. And so, by the afternoon of my second day there, I was so bored and turned desperately to Draw to help me chase away the boredom.~

“It’s your fault for collecting the Rings so fast,” Draw remarked dismissively as he fired off a practice shot into a target he carved into the side of an old tree within the outer wall of the ruin that held the waystation.

“I know, but I get so excited!” Rosy whined. “It really is like back home. Rings show up in random places and patterns every day and I just can’t help myself. It’s so much fun but being limited on where I can run makes it so boring. I know they don’t trust me, but it’s still unfair.”

“And why do you think I can change their minds?” Draw asked as he fired off another arrow.

“I don’t,” Rosy admitted as she clasped her hands behind her back and began swaying her body back and forth. “I was just hoping you could help me chase off my boredom for a little bit.”

“Why do I have a bad feeling about this?” Draw asked as he eyed Rosy wearily.

Her cheeks puffing up, Rosy energetically defended herself. “It isn’t anything bad! Really! I just want to practice my fortune telling. I may consult the cards every morning, but I know so many other ways of reading fortunes too. Like I can do a really simple one right here and now. All I need is for you to show me you hand.

“And if I say I don’t want to?” Draw challenged.

“Don’t be like that!” Rosy fussed and snagged Draw’s hand in both of hers.

“Why do you care about my future anyway?” Draw pressed as he yanked his hand away, not noticing that Rosy drew her thumbs along his palm as he did. “Or do you think I can’t beat your golem–?”

Draw stopped short as he noticed Rosy’s mischievous grin had returned and he frowned in disgust and fear. “What did you just do?”

“Nothing,” Rosy swayed playfully, teasing the poor koala. “Just read your fortune is all~♥”

“What! That easily?”

“I’m really good at it,” Rosy laughed as she shook a playful finger at the bewildered Draw.

“No way! What did you learn!”

“Well…,” Rosy started enthusiastically, but she seemed a bit perplexed and looked down at her thumbs. Draw swallowed loudly afraid something bad lay in store for him, but Rosy dismissed it as she reached into one of the shoulder puffs of her leotard. “It’s kind of confusing so I’m going to ask my cards to help clarify for me.”

Without missing a beat, Rosy flopped onto the ground, her legs forming a “W” like shape in front of her as she withdrew the small waterproof container. Carefully extracting her tarot cards Rosy split the deck and paused a moment before shuffling. Giggling, she lay the two halves on the ground in front of her. “I better give them a Ring first. I don’t want them getting worn out. They’re my oldest friends you know.”

Draw gave Rosy a doubting look, but she ignored him and cheerily pushed a Ring into her cards. With a twinkle of golden motes of light, the Ring vanished as quickly as it had appeared from Rosy’s person. Her cards seemed no different, but it was obvious that they still looked brand new. Testing the snap of the cards Rosy smiled wider as she began to shuffle them.

It was a mundane action, but a sudden breeze blew one or two free and Rosy gasped in apologetic surprise.

“Ah! I’m sorry!”

Scrambling to catch the errant cards, Rosy looked like a child chasing butterflies and Draw hung his head and sighed. The sudden urgency in Rosy’s voice as she spoke to him again though caused him concern as he looked back up at her.

“Draw, we have to go.”

“Eh! What!” Draw stepped back surprised, but Rosy’s face was desperate with seriousness. Still, he needed clarification as she hurried to put her cards away. “But if we leave… I mean won’t they never help us find your friend if we go now.”

“They probably won’t,” Rosy conceded, but did not linger as she offered Draw her back so she might carry him piggyback. “But I know seeing them and how protective they are that Zooey is safe. I want to see her. Really, I do. But… but right now, someone else needs our help and we have to hurry before it’s too late!”

“How did come up with that?” Draw guffawed at the absurdity of what Rosy claimed.

“The cards told me!”

Rosy’s claim baffled Draw even more and he gave her a doubting look and began to mouth a response but Rosy cut him off with a stern look as she forewent an explanation. “I know you don’t believe me, no one ever does at first, but my cards never lie to me. And right now, someone needs our help more than Zooey, so we have to go.”

“Well… If you… argh! Fine!”

With a shout Draw gave in and soon found himself whisked away at speeds he could not comprehend across the meadowed mountain sides.

Scene 23 · CLEARED A Tiny Voice, to be continued

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And with that, Rosy is chasing after trouble yet again. Draw seemed to have mellowed out this scene, but hopefully not jarringly so. I definitely need to get some excitability into him again. But we’ll leave that for the future.

Thank you for reading everyone! i hope you enjoyed!

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inhalareexhalare · 6 years ago

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Identity is Relative

Hey, check this out. Nah nothing out of the ordinary has been happening. I get sad sometimes, I embrace it and deal with it, I pick myself up, I study, I write more rhythmic poetry, I talk to people, I have fun conversations, I have failures, I rest at night, I am hyped with my personal fashion, my love life is getting more colors, peak is busy. I don’t get pissed anymore, just the natural sadness. I just wanted to document this since it’s one of the most important hints to my tendencies.

My conversation with Karu hahah:

Lobo:

tee hee

Karu:

I think ur cute

Lobo:

fdnbgdkf

Karu:

Would you mind going out with me for lunch or dinner some time?

I know a few deliciously cheap places hahaha

Lobo:

dinnah!!!!!!!! of course! Whenever ya and i ar fri kfdgndfjkd

Karu:

Yeah! Maybe we can get to know each other :) I think you're a really cool person

Lobo:

....

who're you? =__=

Karu:

We'll get dinner and see where it goes, yeah? :D

Lobo:

O.o ?! why does this sound so weird

Karu:

Kunyari nilalandi kita haha [Pretending to flirt with you haha]

Lobo:

kadiiiriiiii [diiiisuuustiiiiing]

Karu:

HAHAHAHA wow sir

Lobo:

HAHAHAHHA well you obviously aren't but the words take me away but to the garbage bin HAHAH jk

paranoid fucker haha

Karu:

WOW

Lobo:

HAHAHAHA

di lang ako sanay maybe? :((((i dunno would you have talked like that?

[i’m just not used to that maybe?]

Karu:

At least hindi sa Sogo pupunta diba? [At least it’s not headed to SOGO hotel, right?]

I would've to basically most other girls hahaha [as response to “would you have talked that way”]

Lobo:

HAHAHAHHA WHAT IF I PREFERRED THAT jk [I meant SOGO]

Karu:

This is the part you skipped actually [meaning this flirting/courting thing]

Lobo:

HAHAHAHHAHA I CANT TELL IF I MISSED OUT OR IF IM LUCKY

ill never know now

I'm too used to us being rabbits on each other and i like it

Karu:

HAHAHAHA

We'll never know lol

Lobo:

hahahahahahah XDDDDD

though, if it's introductory, that approach seems reasonable enough

Karu:

I used to do cheesy stuff like play violin and stuff

Lobo:

HAHAHAHHAH OH NO

I feel like id get more paranoid like that. Like maybe im hoping for too much and ill end up walking away like i did cedric

Karu:

I guess now it's flute, but whatever hahaha

Ay hassle boss [meaning, the situation with cedric before sounds like a pain]

Lobo:

FLOOT

HAHAHAHHAHA

I dunno hahaha a simple "it's not like we're getting married" joke instantly turned me off. I never felt butterflies again

Karu:

Well, that's not really that simple a joke, is it?

Lobo:

hahaha well it did imply some things, even as a joke XD it has a taste so bad i had my tongue cut off every time we met after that (being cold was my only way left to tell him im done :<<< i wish i knew more ways to do eet)

Karu:

That's pretty harsh lol

Lobo:

Lobo is sowwy :((( I never hated him though. I just didn't want someone as cool as him going around with such half-assed feelings. I hoped to end it properly and quickly

Karu:

Quickly: check

Properly: x

Lobo:

Hahahahha that's a flattering checklist

How would you do it? :)

I guess I should've talked to him about it, but yea poor comm skills

Karu:

The same way until I start believing that I've always hated the person HAHAHA

Though I guess I would've mustered up the courage to face the person. I dunno

Lobo:

HAHAHHAHAHUHU Why

Karu:

I usually do, but it always feels like I can't while it's happening hahaha

Lobo:

Habits can make or break us, huh :)

Karu:

I guess it's just like jumping off a cliff into the sea. You sorta just do it

Like the moment you're about to shit your pants in fear, you push it back in and clench everything and just fucking jump

Lobo:

Yeah

Problem is, that idea didn't even cross my mind

I didn't think of verbal communication as an important aspect of life then, and I had zero motivation to consider it

Karu:

Well hahahaha

Lobo:

I'm glad to be finally interested now. It seems that I have more nerve than most people to say my mind so this motivation is finally able to exploit that

Karu:

Nice! Gonna be good friends with people! And then gonna live like hermits

But we'll keep a phone that we'll check once a day or something

For Peak stuff hahaha

Or not. Has to halp people

Just gonna disappear for a couple of years

Lobo:

HAHAHAH weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

2019-03-13 10:02 Philippines Wednesday

I now know why Ms. Dianne is so easy to talk to and there is rarely dead air with her. She doesn’t just give you stories. She gives you her sense of wonder and excitement and humor in life.

She can never run out of stories or topics, just because she naturally can’t. The world is too big and too wonderful, and her heart too honest to hold anything back.

(PS I’m getting along better with Ms. Len, Charles, and even aggressive Ms. G now heehee)

2019-03-13 12:07 Philippines Wednesday

I never realized that I could express myself through clothing. I never realized that I was capable of using speech to, again, express myself.

Living alone, I am completely flatly practical when it came to clothing and other habits. But socializing gives me new perspectives. It gives me reason to not be pressured, but rather, feel an innate excitement to express something from out of me. To communicate many things I love.

I was so used to a certain way of living that I just never knew I could express myself in many other ways.

Expression.

Identity truly is just relative.

2019-03-13 16:10 Philippines Wednesday

#chrono7 #social #marriage #courtship #love #emotions #habit #communication #past #progress #quote #identity #expression

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elvendara · 8 years ago

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What if the humans in the rfa got turned into vampires or werecats?

Iprobably went a different way with this than you had intended, but, I couldn’tresist! Tee Hee.

Ok, inthis scenario, Zen and Jumin are vampires, Yoosung is a werecat, and Jaehee isa werewolf. Because…Yoosung as a kittycat, YES. And Jaehee as a werewolf! Andonce again, my lovely @blissfullyintoxicated is cast as the vampire villain!Mwahhahahahaha….. Also, for the purposes of this particular fic, Yoosung hasalways been a werecat, you can’t turn people into werecats, you have to be bornone.

Also, also, this will probably take more than one post…….

“Youwant me to betray my friends?” Jumin bristled, glaring at the woman sitting onher throne like a queen.

Thered head cross her legs and tossed her hair, gazing at the recently awakenedvampire through lidded eyes. He was strong willed, but he belonged to her andhe would obey. After all, this was the reason he had been chosen and turned.

“Whatis this about? What do you have against the pack? This is more than just thegeneral dislike of Vampires and Werewolves.” He pushed, making Blissful grindher teeth, her wine-colored lips thinning out in a fine line. She was not usedto being questioned by her underlings. She bit her lip, trying to calm herselfdown before she opened her mouth. She regained her tranquility and smiledrichly at Jumin.

“Itis not for you to question my orders my darling Jumin.” She cooed. It was Jumin’sturn to try to stay calm. He was well aware of the power this woman had overhim because she was his master now. He had tried several times to sever thatconnection, that foreign desire within him to obey her commands. Zen had nosuch strings and Jumin wondered who it had been that had turned him. They hadnever found out, and Zen had never remembered. Jumin was not as lucky.

Blissfulstood and gracefully strode towards the tall man. Her skintight red dressdragged on the floor, her heels making sharp notes on the marble. She waspleased with his acquisition. He made a striking vampire, not to mention, hegave her clan access to power and wealth. He had been less than forthcomingwith either, but in the end, she always got what she wanted. She ran her fingeracross his jaw, her canines showing, letting him know that she was deadlyserious.

He wantedto flinch away, to turn and run, but he was paralyzed by her strings.

“Myreasons are my own and all you need to know is your part.”

“Iwon’t do it.” Jumin hissed through clenched teeth.

Blissfullaughed, the high notes echoing through the gallery of the church she had takenas her clan’s headquarters. She found it ironic to do so. Also, she found thesunlight through the stain glassed windows beautiful in the morning. It was a smallcomfort, but an important one.

“Ofcourse you will. You may not like it, but you will do it!” the command in hervoice was clear and it clutched at Jumin’s heart and he knew, he would comply.His jaw ached with the need to speak more, but he kept it shut. Better to lether win this round. He would do as she asked, but, he would find a way to warnthe RFA and the pack. He would die before he caused their annihilation.

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Saeyoung:The cell is ready Jaehee, be here before the sun sets.

Jaehee:Thank you Saeyoung, I appreciate your help.

Saeyoung:Of course, now, if you lived with the pack, things would be easier :)

Jaehee:We’ve been through this, I’m not ready for that

MC:You are always welcomed here Jaehee, the pack is your home.

Jaehee:Thank you MC. I know, and some day, I will probably take you up on it. Being awerewolf is such a new experience, and with Mr. Han becoming a vampire, itseems as if the entire RFA is changing. I just want time to get used to thingsas they are now.

JUMINHAS ENTERED THE CHATROOM

Saeyoung:Speak of the devil! LOLOL

Jumin:I assume I am the devil?

Saeyoung:ding ding ding, what does he win MC?

MC: Alifetime of drinking blood and looking hot!

Saeyoung:Hmm, I think I prefer being a werewolf. I can eat all I want and still lookhot! Right MC?

MC: …

Jaehee:…

Jumin:…

Saeyoung:MC?

MC:Yes

Saeyoung:You do think I’m hot right?

MC:Absolutely, your temperature is always over 100 degrees.

Saeyoung:…

Jumin:If you two are finished. I wish to discuss the next party venue.

Jaehee:? The venue? I thought that was settled.

Jumin:I’ve changed my mind, MC, I will send you the address of the building, if youwould be so kind as to go and ascertain if it can be used for the party, Iwould appreciate it.

MC:Oh, certainly Jumin. A new venue might shake things up nicely.

Jumin:Let me know when you wish to go, I will notify the proprietor so that they willknow to expect you and let you in. Saeyoung, you might want to go with her aswell.

Jaehee:Mr. Han? Are you feeling well? Those are the kind of things you usually expectme to do for you.

Saeyoung:Me? You think I should go with her? Why?

Jumin:It is just a suggestion, which I encourage you to take. Assistant Kang, theproprietor has a personal relationship with my family, therefore, I wouldprefer to be the one to correspond with him. I must leave now, there are manythings that have been piled up while I have been…recuperating.

MC:Alright Jumin. Good bye.

Saeyoung:Bye.

Jaehee:I will see you at the office Mr. Han.

JUMINHAS LEFT THE CHATROOM

MC:Does anyone else think that was strange?

Jaehee:Agreed, perhaps I can find out more when I see him. I should get going as well.I will see you tonight.

Saeyoung:Laterz!

MC:Bye Jaehee.

JAEHEEHAS LEFT THE CHATROOM

MCHAS LEFT THE CHATROOM

SAEYOUNGHAS LEFT THE CHATROOM

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Blissfulwatched as Jumin left the church and got into the rear seat of his car. She hadfiddled with the idea of making his driver a vampire as well, but, too manypeople worked for Jumin, it would become too cumbersome to turn that manyindividuals. She relied on Jumin to keep his newfound life secret, even fromhis employees. They might question, but, they were used to strange things fromthe enigmatic Director Han.

Sheturned away from the window as the car drove away and headed back to hermakeshift throne. A woman walked out from behind the throne with a grin on herface. Her own teeth pointed and sharp.

“Willhe do it?” she questioned.

“Ofcourse he will. He has no other choice. Now, let’s discuss your role in thisLola. The less time I have to smell your stench, the better.” Blissful wrinkledher nose. She’d met and conversed, as well as fought, with werewolves before,but never had she smelled one this rank. It was no wonder that she had beenkicked out of her pack. Werewolves were not known for their niceties, but theywere hardly evil. This woman was rotten to the core. While Blissful appreciatedher deviant thoughts and desires, she did not appreciate the smell.

Lolawhined but wisely said nothing about the insult.

“Look,I don’t care what you think about me. The only thing that matters is I get Zenaway from the pack.”

Blissfulsighed, “What is the point for you Lola? I don’t think any vampire would beable to stay close to you for long.” She narrowed her eyes.

“Thatis my concern, not yours. I will do what I must.”

“Foryour revenge? Why do you hate them so much?”

“Thatis not your concern either fangs!” Blissful was at the wolf’s throat in asecond, her hand squeezing it tight. Lola tried to transform but the vampire’seyes held her gaze and paralyzed her.

“Don’tpress your luck you mangy mutt! I don’t need you as much as you need me! Nowthat I have Jumin under my control, I can do whatever I want. You don’t have apack to protect you, so if I kill you, who is going to miss you?”

Lolatried to push the vampire away, but she was too strong. And she was right. Sheneeded the clan more than the clan needed her. She’d brought them the knowledgeof the pack that lived right under their noses in exchange for help ineliminating them. Once they were gone, she could comfort Zen and get close tohim once more. He just needed time. He would be hers again, one way or theother. If she turned him, what would that do? How would the werewolf DNA reactto the vampire part of him? If he died, at least he would belong to no oneelse.

Shestopped struggling and Blissful pushed her away, disgusted.

“Justmake sure to put on a good show when the time comes. I want the pack looking inthe wrong direction when we ascend on them. Surprise is still our best option.I will expect you to step in and help if the need arises!” she narrowed hereyes, glaring at the werewolf. Selling out her own kind, a traitor, that wassomeone that could never be trusted. She would have her watched. She wanted nosurprises.

“Leave!”Blissful turned her back on the werewolf and glided back to her throne, shesat, her back straight, her head up, the only thing missing was a crown. She watchedas Lola scurried away. A smile played across her face as she contemplated the massacrethey had planned for the unsuspecting pack. The smile turned into a fullthroated laugh, her chest rising and falling. It was a small pack and it wasnot tied to any other, there would be no retaliation. In fact, from what Lolahad confirmed, this pack was not normal. They did not live by the same rules asthe others. The other packs might even appreciate her intervention. It matteredlittle really to Blissful. She wondered, not for the first time, if there mightbe a way to bring them under her control. It would be a shame to waste suchgood material. The more she learned about them, the more she could see how theycould help her achieve more dominance.

Saeyoungalone could be mined for unlimited treasure. His mind and ingenuity made him agenius. She tapped her nail on her chin, if she could capture the mates, thewolves could be controlled. Her eyes glittered at the thought. Perhaps she wasgoing about this all wrong? Lola would argue, but so what? She could easily besilenced.

Blissfulstood up and walked from the church’s gallery to the back and down the stairswhere the rest of her clan resided. She had plans to iron out.

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Yoosungclimbed the steps to get to the top. Saeyoung and Saeran had set the woodensteps onto the wall for MC and Yoosung, they both enjoyed climbing andtraveling around the house along the many wooden shelves they’d set up. Hesettled next to the window and lay there, letting the sun bake him. He wascontent. His long fur freshly brushed. Saeran had gotten very good at it. Hepurred, unable to contain his happiness.

Saeyoungand MC walked into the living room, still discussing Jumin. Yoosung watchedthem from his perch, his eyes slowly blinking. He didn’t understand why theywere so concerned. It wasn’t the first time Jumin had acted strange. Besides,being turned into a vampire must come with some interesting side effects. It wasstill new, right on the heels of Zen being turned. It was a mystery, one that thetwins had been diligently trying to figure out. It was as if the RFA was beingtargeted, and now with Jaehee a werewolf! That had been a horrifying experience.They had taken her in and watched her carefully. They could not take her to thehospital. In the end, it had appeared as if she had died, but Saeran said hestill heard a heartbeat, and sure enough, she had recovered. She was strong andfast and already knew many of the things new werewolves would be taught becauseof her many hours of questions and experiments. It did not take her long toassimilate to her new nature, however, mating week was still a struggle forher, preferring to be locked up than finding a mate.

Yoosunglicked his paw and wiped his ears. Saeyoung and MC were arguing. He meowed andthey turned to him.

“Yoosung!Why haven’t you reverted to human already?” MC stalked towards him, hands onhips. Yoosung had to think. She was right, he’d been a cat for way too long. Heshould change. He jumped down and padded into his bedroom. Saeran was on thebed, reading a book. He jumped up and settled next to him, Saeran began to pethis fur then stroked his arm as Yoosung reverted. He pushed himself up andkissed Saeran lightly.

“Niceto see you in the flesh again.” Saeran teased, laying his book open on hisbelly.

“MCyelled at me.” Yoosung pouted. Saeran laughed and ruffled his hair.

“Whydo you listen to her and not me?”

Yoosungshrugged, “I listen to you when it counts.” He smiled, pushing the book offSaeran and onto the floor. He straddled his mate and leaned down to kiss himmore efficiently. Saeran wrapped his arms around Yoosung’s waist, pulling himclose.

“Saeran!”Saeyoung walked in without hesitation, MC right behind.

“Saeyoung,I still think we should just go and see for ourselves, you’re overreacting.”

“Idon’t think so! Just, humor me on this. Saeran I need you and Yoosung to comewith us.”

“Kindof in the middle of something here Saeyoung.” Saeran said, still holding Yoosungagainst him.

Yoosunggiggled against Saeran’s chest, not even bothering to cover his ass. With somuch transforming back and forth, they had all become accustomed to seeing eachother naked. Although MC still covered herself most often.

“Getdressed Yoosung, I’ll especially need you in your cat form to scout the area.Come on Saeran!”

“Areyou still on that Jumin thing?” he asked, sitting up and setting Yoosung on thefloor. He turned and started rummaging for his clothes.

“I’msure Jumin was trying to tell us something.”

“Thenwhy wouldn’t he just say it?” MC asked.

“Idon’t know! Maybe he couldn’t. I just, feel it here.” He lay his hand on hisstomach. “In my gut.” He stared at Saeran.

“Okthen. Let’s go. He grabbed Yoosung’s hand and they headed out.

“Youstill think I’m overreacting, don’t you?” Saeyoung whispered to MC.

Sheshook her head, “I don’t know anymore. But, you’ve never been wrong before, notabout your gut.” She smiled, running the back of her hand across his cheek. “Betterto be safe than sorry, right?” she said.

Henodded and pressed his lips against hers. “Thank you for trusting me.”

“Always!”

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The Liars and Soothsayer chapter 3: Belligerent

A Kiss to My Prince series (Unchanged): FF

The Liars and Soothsayer: FF

Chapter I: Time-slip Yuri

Chapter II: Pathos

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"Aww, brother." Baldo moaned, studying the chewed on wire. "They got to it." He sat at the top of a ladder as he inspected the wiring in the ceiling. Finny, Yuri and Mey-Rin stood at the bottom, looking up at the man.

"Those damned mice." The chef cursed, fixing the cable. "Guess they have it bad for cable pasta."

Mey-Rin sighed. "Rats again."

Finny frowned. "They've been a lot this year."

"I heard there's an epidemic in London." Baldroy stated as he stepped down the ladder. "But I didn't think they'd bother coming to the city's outskirts." He scratched his head, leaning against the steps. "Business will go bust if we keep having power outages so often."

"Business?" Mey-Rin echoed, giving the man a confused look. Behind him, a white mouse scurried by. Finny noticed, perking up like a cat.

"Ah!" He yelled, grabbing a priceless stone column for one of the sculptures in the hall. "Mouse spotted! Yah!" With unnatural strength that many other servants had not got used to after all these years, he picked it up and slammed down to kill the mouse but he unfortunately missed by an inch as the furry creature scurried away. The others screamed as he did so, terrified from his sudden burst of strength. Dust covered surrounded them as the column crumbled from the impact. As it cleared, Finny saw the rodent run away unharmed.

“Oh, bugger! Miss. Park, are you alright?” Mey-Rin helped her dust off the dirt from her dress.

Yuri managed a smile, “I’m fine, thank you. And it’s Yuri.”

“A-ah, yes, sorry Miss– I mean Yuri!”

"Tee-hee." Finnian managed a laugh, "Oops, it got away."

"Tee-hee ain't gonna cut it!" Baldo yelled angrily, "You tryin' to kill me too, you idiot?"

"Anyway, it's useless to challenge them head-on!" He stated, pointing to his head, trying to calm everyone else down after another but unneeded example of Finny's unnatural strength, "We hafta use what we got up here!"

"Up here?" Mey-Rin, Finny, Yuri, and Mr. Tanaka questioned, pointing to their heads as well.

"We gotta really use our heads and read the enemy's movements." The chef informed at naive pair, "A direct assault isn't the only way to fight battles. That's right! What we need's is a diversion! So, here's my plan." He reached under the ladder, picking up a large silver pot.

"We're going to feed them?" Finny inquired in confusion.

"Yes, we are." Baldo said before smirking evilly, "Because there're so many of 'em now, I figure they're short on food. There ain't nothing as tough as starving on the battlefield."

"So, we'll use this!" he continued, lifting the handle to reveal a bubbling pot of green goop. "Better known as Chef Baldo's home-cooking, mice full speed ahead plan! Tch, can't expect anything less from a pro!"

The others looked at it in amazement.

"Kaay! Then I'll have at it with," Finny said, holding up one of the stray cats around. "The showdown of archenemies, Tom and Jerry grand plan!"

"I-I won't lose to you!" Mey-Rin told the gardener, holding up a bunch of mousetraps. "Here, we have the 'Once I catch you you, I won't let go, Mice Hoihoi' grand plan!" while the old man held up butterfly net.

"All right!" Everyone exclaimed, throwing their fists in the air. "Then let the battle begin!"

The four members of the household all ran in each four directions, the three noisy members announcing they will be catching the most. Yuri was left to her own device as Sebastian and Ciel seemed to be busy entertaining the guests upstairs and she was content with that. Sitting down on the rocky staircase in the garden, she stared out at the scenery spread out before her. Resting her chin upon her arms, she allowed herself a short moment of rest. She couldn’t sleep last night; didn’t change into the dressing gown, didn’t even touched the bed, and instead spent the night wondering around the room before settling on the window sill and watched the moon disappear and sun to come up.

What a luxury, Yuri thought. She visited the manor like this one in a school trip and wondered people who could afford such place felt like living and seeing all this every day. Everything inside the manor was decorated with some priceless paintings or furniture designed to inspire awe and admiration from them.

So this was what being a noble was like in 19th century. Seems like an easy, idle living. Unlike hers’ where her parents worked day and night trying to make up for bills, rent and living expenses that came around like clockwork every month. Her part time pay took pressure off their shoulders, not so much though, and she knew her mum felt sorry and ashamed of having to lean against their daughter so young.

“Not like I can do anything….life’s hard.” She always wanted to travel after university but guess she’ll have to wait. You can’t do much if you don’t have means to travel.

“Who has it easy?” The voice coming from behind her agreed.

She bolted up from the stairs, twirling in alarm as she faced the Chinese nobleman in front of her. He’s dangerous, something told her, and Yuri was glad her hair was at least long enough to partially cover her face. Hanging in his arm was a beautiful Chinese girl with cat-like features that only made her even more enduring. A sharp pang of jealousy ran inside Yuri when she made an unconscious physical comparison with herself and the fellow Asian girl.

“Apologies if I frightened you. I’m Lau and this kitten here is Ren-Mao.” She nodded in greeting as Yuri returned with a small hello, “I am aware of my impudence by forcing the introduction upon you without obtaining your consent first and foremost, however, I cannot help but make an exception when I noticed a new presence in the Earl’s manor. He is…a bit particular with his circles.”

Yuri didn’t look up, “No, it’s fine. I’m not used to all these rules and etiquette so no harm done. I-I’m..Yuri Park by the way. I’m a guest here.”

“Corean?” He deduced.

She nodded.

“Earl did not mention any guest staying in his manor.” He smiled as he asked, “Why is the lady out here, instead of joining us?”

There was something uneasy about this man, Yuri noted in the future to be aware of him and his…cat. Composing herself quickly she mustered a full-fledged social smile.

“It seemed boring.” She said, flapping her hand to denote the garden, “So I thought I might just..sit here and admire the view.”

“Oh, I agree with you – it is boring.” He said, “Although if you were there, it might not have been. So pray tell, how does the lady know our Earl?”

He’s interrogating me. Yuri thought, and maybe rude in this era?

“I’m a helper.” Yuri answered, ignoring the perceived rudeness, I’m sorry but that’s all I can say.”

He waved his hand as if the he weren’t bothered by the abstruse information although she wasn’t entirely brought by his easy dismissal.

“I wonder what kind of help the Earl need from a lady like you.” He mused; rubbing his thumb on the girl’s arm in circular motion.

“It’s not that kind of help if that’s what you’re suggesting.” Yuri was disturbed just how people think their relationship was less than innocent.

He chuckled, before jerking his head toward the manor, “Come, the helper of the Earl should be formally introduced to his circles. I do not know why he neglected you. We are, after all, fellow helpers.”

Yuri wanted to say no and that she was fully contended with where she was and how little people of this world knew of her.

“Please, I insist.” His voice dropped an octave low that sent her shivering.

She reluctantly accompanied him to the darkly lit room consisting of few French style armchairs and pool table in the centre. The occupants seemed to be in the middle of some argument when they walked in and soon their attentions were directed to the newcomers.

“Lau, where have you been?” A stunning woman draped in red asked before eyeing Yuri next to him, “And who would the lady be?”

Yuri’s eyes widened as she recognised the woman in red. She was the Jack the Ripper. How could she have forgotten?

Yuri opened her mouth to answer but Ciel was quicker.

“She’s an aide I’ve recently discovered, Madame Red.” Ciel curtly said, “Play nicely; she is not accustomed to the rules as she had been socially sheltered for a long time. It seemed Lau has finagled an introduction without going through society’s proper channels.”

“I aim to seize what I can.” Was Lau’s reply.

The noble woman stood up to approach Yuri, circling around her like with predatory fascination, “Hm…what is your name?”

“I-I’m Yuri Park, Madame Red!” Yuri didn’t know whether offering her hand for a shake or simple curtsy was appropriate before choosing the latter by remembering the historical movies she watched and taking on the example of how the girls introduced themselves to others.

“It is lovely to make acquaintance, Miss. Park.” She smiled, before the men were formally introduced with Yuri’s permission of course.

“How did you meet my little nephew?” She asked as soon as the formality was concluded.

“Madame Red.” Ciel warned, his tone forced and strained.

“Ciel, I’m merely curious!” The woman in red defended, “I am, after all, first and foremost, your aunt and legal guardian.”

“He was kind enough to take me in when I was in a difficult situation.”

“My nephew? Kind?” Madam Red blinked in disbelief as if she hadn’t expected the two nouns to be used in the same sentence.

“It mustn’t have been easy for him but he helped me so I’m helping him.” Yuri explained, earning a side glance from the said Earl.

“This is not a game, little girl.” The owner of the voice that interrupted was a bespectacled man with dark-grey hair, a moustache, and sideburns who seemed to have a permanent frown in his face as if he was smelling constant stench, “These types of things are like wars; not some entertainment girls go for in India Houses.”

"Oh, that I agree with you – for once." Azzurro sarcastically joined in although it was more directed at the police commissioner.

There was no defending statement from others, they stood quietly as if waiting whether she will strike back or quiver in the corner and would go on measuring her worth from that one response.

“I..” Yuri pursed her lips, fists clenching by her side as slight anger went off inside her, “ –I wouldn't call it a war, exactly. That suggests both sides stand an equal chance of winning.”

Azzurro threw his head back in laughter, “Perhaps it was wise not to have spite the lady, Sir. Randall.” Tone of mockery of the police commissioner’s formal title was clear.

Sir. Randall’s pale face was coloured with embarrassment but Ciel interrupted before anyone could say anything further.

“Miss. Park, are you alright staying in this room?” Ciel asked giving her the chance of escape she desperately was looking for.

Yuri did a standing stare around the room, if she was going to be stuck in the 19th century for god knows how long, she certainly wasn’t going to let anyone down talk her like that for outrageous reason like her gender or her ethnicity, or her seemingly awkward and uncultivated social manners at the place she clearly did not fit in nor had any desire to try to belong to it. These people – these elites who held sway over the country; who had been nurtured from day one to live as the proud top one percent of the society might be used to power struggle but not her. Not Yuri Park. They might have lot to lose, but she had nothing to lose thus nothing to fear.

“No.” Yuri blatantly replied with the bluntest expression she could make. Resting bitch face was what the 21st century terminology to her expression.

The corner of his lips twitched as if he was holding himself from smirking, although she wasn’t quite sure as it went quickly as it came, “Sebastian, accompany Miss. Park to her room, please.”

“Yes, young master.”

“I’m fine,” Yuri cut in, surprised at her courage to be her own guide, “It’s not like I need a map and a compass to find my way around this house.” She curtsied to the acquaintances she became acquainted with before walking out of the room.

Yuri waited until she was around the corner from the room that she let out the breath she didn’t realise she was holding. God, how did they do it? She always thought the modern Royal family and aristocrat had it easy, well not so easy they were completely stress free, maybe in the financial domain but the glimpse of atmosphere she saw within the room during her short and brief interaction she had with them and with each other, she was thankful she was born as a commoner.

She wasn’t sure how long the guests were here for, but she had been standing in the garden for a quite sometimes now. Without her phone or laptop or TV to entertain her, she was utterly bored to death. Although Yuri would soon be thankful for the lack of noisy distraction; her ears perked up at the sound of rustling not far from her. Then a snap like someone’s shoes stepped on a twig. She stiffened; there was someone with her in the garden.

“Subject unknown: name unknown, age unknown, birthdate unknown, parents unknown, date and cause of death unknown. Additional notes: the subject unknown’s first realised presence to the headquarters is suspected to be connected to the severe disturbances to the world’s balance.” The man’s voice was even-toned and held absolute professionalism.

Yuri turned around to face the familiar looking man. She recognised him as one of the grim reapers responsible for collecting the deceased’s souls. Her face immediately blanched, was he here to collect her? Will she die even before she could see her family and friends again? Why her? God why always her?

Her knuckles were clenched to the point it was turning white and felt numb from restricted blood flow.

“Are you here to take me away?” Her voice waivered against her will.

The man was just how she pictured a grim reaper would be, if she ignored the cliché image of grim reaper as a skeleton and instead as a person. He was tall with short, neatly combed dark hair and unnatural yellow-green eyes framed by unusually designed rectangular glasses. As worker of death, he wore an all black, grim suits with black gloves and dress shoes.

“Ah, so you are aware of what I am,” He noted in cold tone before looking up from his file, “That makes it easy for me. Fortunately for you, I am not here to take you away. I simply cannot; seeing you are quite alive. However, your presence remains a concern for us.” Adjusting his glasses on top of his nose bridge, he revealed, “Therefore, I am hereby to keep you under my watch and gather any necessary information.”

“Why not do it in secret?” Yuri asked after a few wordless moments to process his words.

“Unfortunately for me, you are near… certain individual that are aware of my presence and would hinder me from doing my job properly; informing you of my intention will make my job easier.”

“You mean Sebastian?”

“Yes, him.” He nodded, pulling out a pen from his breast pocket and started to scribble something down like they were in some sort of interview – or interrogation more like and every words of her were being recorded and written to be used as later reference.

“We are forbidden from intervening in human affairs, provided that you are indeed a human. If I discover an absolute verification that you are not a human or you are, in some way, a threat, I will be reporting it to the higher-ups in accordance with regulations whom will make decisions based on the report and perceived risks.”

“I-if I turned out to be some kind of threat, what will happen?” She carefully approached.

He stopped writing and gave her his attention, “No idea.”

With a sharp snap of his wrist, the file was shut and tucked under his arm. With a sharp 180 turn, he began to walk away from the fountain where he will probably disappear by supernatural means.

“W-wait!” She called out to him, stopping him in his track, “D-do you know why I’m here? Do you know how I can go back? P-please, I’m not from here! It might sound–“

“I am just as clueless as you are in regards to your current predicament. I apologise, I simply cannot help you.” With that, she watched as his form disappeared in the descending staircases and she was, once again, left alone.

Alone.

She was alone. She used to like being alone. It seemed so easy to be alone. But she had her family and friends even when she was ‘alone’.

Now, she was really alone.

Yuri squat down to the ground and buried her face in her arms on her bent knees. Small chocking sounds escaped her throat, and then it seemed to get louder. The wail spoke of her fears, loneliness and anger in a way coherent words couldn’t.

Rustle

She ignored the sound that alerted her there was someone or something coming toward her.

She shouldn’t have.

A strong smelling, damp cloth covered her mouth while a big rough hand wrapped itself around her waist. The pungent smell hurt her nose and made her eyes water and felt the touched area burning with irritation. She could only let out a muffled yelp before her form drooped against the capture’s arms. No one noticed anything amiss, but during the struggle, a necklace that supported a crystal embedded Hello Kitty cat surrounded with more crystals slipped from her neck and onto the sparsely grassed earth. Yuri’s unconscious form was dragged and thrown across the abductor’s shoulder like a sand bag.

The necklace and Yuri’s missing presence was not noticed until the guests were long gone and Yuri was nowhere to be found for dinner.

At the edge of the East End in Whitechapel stood a luxurious mansion guarded with black cladded men and their deadly canines trained to rip any intruders to the mansion apart and without mercy. Deep inside, in a room on the top floor, was where Yuri found herself awaking up to with her hands and legs tightly cuffed behind her back.

At first, her mind was hazy with confusion with questions like why? Why was she here? Why did they kidnap her? Why did they knock her out? Why was she tied like some hostage? Her face felt sticky with dried tears but tears forming in the corner of her eyes were falling and moisturising her dry skin with its salty water.

Was she going to die here? Maybe that’s why the grim reaper decided to visit her. Like they always said, one can only see death just before they die.

“You’re awake?” Familiar voice drooled and she could smell the foul scent she identified as smoke. She hated the smell of smoke. Her dad smoked and she always hated that smell of death he was permanently doused with. Maybe all this happened because she was being punished, because she cursed out her parents and according to the Bible, those who cursed out their parent were dealt with death. Maybe she should have given that homeless man the spare changes she had more than enough to spare. Maybe she shouldn’t have stolen a pencil when she was six. Maybe…

All thoughts of possible wrong doing ran through her mind.

She snapped out of her thoughts of regret and focused on the man in front of her. Yuri knew who he was from his smell before she saw his face. A crooked smile lifted up on his scarred face as he light up another cigarette.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I decided to have you kidnapped, yes?” The mafia said as he puffed out a smoke. Yuri did her best to suppress a cough.

“What is your relationship with the watchdog?”

It took her quite some time to find her voice, “I’m a helper, just a helper. Nothing more! I’m nothing.”

He shook his head, strolled over and squat down in front of her, cupping her chin roughly to force her eyes to his, “I don’t believe that for a second. That brat won’t allow anyone near him except that goddamn butler of his and he seldom has anything he considers significant. You, on the other hand..he deliberately hid you from others; shielded you. Why? You must mean something for him; otherwise, he would not have taken you into his manor.”

“I-I told you: I’m just a help–mmph!“ His fingers on her cheek tightened and muted her sentence.

“Don’t lie to me!” He growled, ashes falling from his bit down cigar from the movement, “You’re his exotic whore, are you not? A warm body to warm his bed at night and his confidante in the morning. Am I wrong?”

Yuri’s eyes widened, feature of disgust appeared on her face, “You’re wrong! He’s just a kid!” This time her voice was strong and firm, “I’m no one’s whore!”

“Oh?” The look that flashed in his look made her wanted to hide every part of herself, his eyes travelled dangerously low and she was thankful for the conservative nature of her dress, “If you’re not his whore–“

“I’m no one’s!” She growled, reiterating her point once again to no avail.

“–What value do you possess that worth as much? What do you have that you could offer to him that is vital to his work, hm?”

She couldn’t answer him and he took her silence as affirmation.

“We shall see,” Said the mafia, “It will be interesting to see just how much you’re worth to that brat. For your sake, I’d advise you not to be so hopeful he would actually be your knight in shining armour; he’s thrown away his pawns for less. Spare yourself the disappointment.” Then his smirk grew bigger like he thought of a better way to sow this situation to the full, “You would fetch for a nice bargain. More so with your connection to the Queen’s watchdog: an exotic whore who also had the privilege to have shared the bed with the order of the Inghilterra underworld. My, my, the bidders will be very pleased. It’s not every day you come across something of his.”

She spat at him, the only derogating attack she could do without the help of her hands or legs. His face jerked to the side as the warm slobber drooled down his cheek. There was a sharp stinging sensation on her cheek before her face hit the carpet as he pulled out a napkin to wipe the spit away.

“They will have fun time breaking down that feistiness of yours’. It’s their speciality.” He chuckled as he checked his watch, “But we have more than enough time to spare. I would like to see first-hand of your talent.”

His words ran her blood cold and she reacted. Yuri screamed, yelled, rolled and writhe on the ground, the rope digging into the delicate skin of hers’. Her tears fell freely and she hyperventilated that she felt she’d die; she was going to have a heart attack – she was having a heart attack.

Ciel stared at the paper in his hand with irritation and annoyance written on his face. The threat was short and clear:

If you want the girl back, bring the goods to Buck's Row in Whitechapel.

He leaned back into his chair in his office with a sigh as Sebastian waited patiently for his command. Ciel didn’t have time for this – to play some rescuing knight to some pawn that was, at the moment, worth more trouble than her useless, vague knowledge of this world. He was a very busy and occupied person; he had company to manage, networks to maintain, schedule that needed to be met, meetings he need to attend, letters to write, and underworld to reign. He had no need for a pawn that needed constant rescuing and protection.

“Should we not rescue Miss. Park?” Sebastian asked, not out of worry or sentiment; he was a demon, no, he had works that needed and could be done at the time that was being wasted waiting for his master’s decision.

“I did not promise her protection did I?” Ciel mentioned.

Sebastian smiled cruelly, “No, you did not. Then may I get back to my work?”

Ciel was in deep thought, unmoving from his position. His butler was ever so patient.

The Earl made his decision after ten minute of weighing up his options.

“Go.”

If he were not one hell of a butler, any others would have mistaken his answer as extension to his previous question. But not Sebastian Michaelis, he was adept at reading between the lines and he was most proficient at understanding his master’s mind more than anyone else.

“Yes, young master.”

His other remaining servants were more than enough to contain the smaller rats and from the muffled groans and shouts he could hear from beneath the floor, those rats were being dealt with already.

Yuri managed to land a strike on his already crooked nose with the back of her head. She didn’t care how much he was physically rough with her; she already knew her retaliation would only prompt more physical attacks in effort to break her down into submissiveness. She bit, clawed, strike and more within the realm of possibility in her current situations.

“STOP FIGHTING!” He cursed as he pushed her down to the floor, “My men are already at brat’s manor, by the end of the day, all that would be left is their dead body, I would have my drugs and you’d be sold to the highest buyer! Consider yourself lucky I’m being gentle because they wouldn’t be!”

“FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” Yuri screamed as she aimed her leg to his stomach.

Azzurro pulled his arm behind head and she clenched her eyes shut, prepared for the punch.

It didn’t came and her eyes snapped open to see the man frozen above her, his head slightly tilted as if he was focusing his hearing on something. The source of interruption was delayed for her, but it became clear.

Gunshots. Objects shattering. Yells of profanities and orders and screams of pain. She could hear them all just beyond these doors. The heavy weight upon her was relieved as the Italian mobster pulled up from above her with a hand on his strapped gun.

It's gone all quiet… Azzurro gulped and placed his gun near his chest.

Humming trepidation filled the air and the only viable audio was the rhythmic clicking of someone’s shoes strolling closer with disturbing calamity leisure. It stopped short from the doors and they both waited with tension as the door hinge slid lower and creaked open.

"Pardon my intrusion." The butler entered as both occupants’ eyes widened at the sight of the man who seemed so unaffected even with the physical sign of great struggle at the background. Yuri caught a coup d’oeil of the demon’s murder work and she had to look away lest she became sick.

"I have come to retrieve the lady. My master is not pleased of the gratitude you’ve shown when he’s allowed you in his home by kidnapping his guest."

The mobster was more amused than he was frightened as he studied his fallen men, "Well, I'll be damned. I'm amazed to think you took all those men out yourself. I was wondering what sort of big man you were. But you're nothing more than a Romeo, swanning around in a swallowtail coat."

Gun pointed at the butler, he demanded to know, “So, who are you?" Azzurro questioned, "An assassin hired by Phantomhive or maybe an ex-special forces mercenary? I know you are not just a butler, yes?"

The demon smirked and denied humbly, "Oh, but I am, just a butler – that is all."

"Ha, is that so?" The mafia man hummed, turning his gun in resignation. "In any case, I have no intention of fighting with you, Signore Butler. I surrender, sir."

Yuri didn’t believe an ounce of his word and she was right. His hand shot out to grab her by the hair, painfully pulling from her roots and tucked his free arm under her chin as she felt the tip of the gun resting against her temple.

"You don't want a hole in your esteemed guest, do you? If you are a butler as you say, you should know what this situation calls for, yes?" He warned.

Sebastian sighed, reaching inside his coat and pulled out the small Mouse 3 gamebox, "I have what you desire.."

Yuri wanted to yell at him; that he wanted drugs or money or anything materialistic, not some childish game and that now it was going to cost her life with the shit he just pulled.

Just then, she heard multiple gunfire then sensation of heavy wetness spurting onto her face and dress with a sick crack that triggered her forgotten nausea. It was nothing like in the movie, crescent sized holes on where solidness should be was all that she saw before the body hit the ground and what looked like some sort of organ or flesh sprawled on the floor.

Yuri felt the dry heaves starting before acidic content of her stomach was laid out onto the floor with the blood. The shooters disappeared before returning again through a secret door.

"Did we get him, sir?"

Azzurro smiled, letting go of her in disgust, "Yeah, good job."

Yuri wanted to say something but her clattering teeth and another threat of oncoming vomit prevented her.

"Haha, sorry, Romeo. But this game is mine." The mafia cockily announced, “Sending his butler to retrieve his whore, what a coward.”

She slowly remembered this moment; it wasn’t supposed to be her. It wasn’t supposed to be her that was kidnapped. It was supposed to be Ciel, not her. Why her? Why can’t it be him? Yuri froze, realising where her thoughts were heading and quickly supressed it in shame. If an eighteen year old girl couldn’t handle situation like this, how can a young boy like him experience such thing and come out of it fine? Yes, this was the type of thought she should aim to think. No one, especially a child, deserved to go through all this because of his standing.

“You’re very quiet, aren’t you?” Azzurro noted, gazing down at the shell-shocked girl, “Have you finally decided to surrender to your fate?”

“He’s not dead…” It came out as a whisper.

“Hm? I cannot hear you.”

“He’s not dead.” She said louder.

Azzurro cackled, throwing his head back, “Have you finally broken down? It would not do well if you are broken before the transaction.”

"..My goodness...”

Azzurro and his men tensed up at the sound of his voice. Even after he was shot, he did not lose the elegant and steady tone of his voice.

“The firearms of today have improved greatly in terms of power, have they not? Those from a hundred years ago do not even compare." The demon butler ran his gloved hand through his hair with a sigh.

Panic, shock and fear spread on the occupants’ faces as Sebastian heaved himself up from the ground with slightly sluggish movement.

"What are waiting for?!” Azzurro shouted, snapping out of shock induced freeze and pointed at the resurrected butler, "Kill him!"

They complied, charging at him with their guns and knives.

The demon coughed a few times in his palm before spreading them out to show the bullets he regurgitated, "Please allow me to return these."

The bullets seemed to have a mind of its own, shooting out from his palm with vicious projectile as if it was being fired from the gun and his men fell to the ground with another shower of blood and flesh.

Sebastian held out his damaged coat, inspecting it with great displeasure, “Alas. What a pity. My clothes are full of holes." Then Sebastian turned his attention toward the mafia and the human girl he was ordered to bring back as if he momentarily forgotten about them.

"G-Get back!" Azzurro warned as Sebastian approached the pair with eerie smile.

“Miss. Park, you just look like a wet grasshopper.” He remarked with the sick humour.

She didn’t register his words, too shocked, too tired and numb.

"Stop! Get any closer and I will kill her!" Azzurro yelled, but he kept walking closer and closer, “I TOLD YOU TO STOP!” His finger on the trigger caved in then–

BANG!

Yuri closed her eyes in relent.

"Wh-why..is she still alive..?" Azzurro murmured in bewilderment.

"Are you looking for something?"

She felt his body stiffen as Sebastian leaned over his shoulder, holding the bullet between his gloved fingers.

"Permit me to return this to you." He dropped the bullet in his coat pocket.

"Now, I shall be taking Miss. Park back as I was ordered." The demon announced, swirling his finger around like a puppeteer manipulating the strings movement. "If you would please, remove that filthy arm from our honoured guest?"

"Gyah!" The man pained screamed hurt her ears as she saw his arm wrenched behind his back as if it were connected by an invisible chord and sickening crunch was heard. Yuri was swept from the mafia’s arm as Sebastian gently laid her down on one of the chairs in the room and proceeded to free her from the restraints.

"W-Wait! You are just a butler, right? I can't die here like this!" Azzurro shouted, "I will pay you five-no, ten times your current wages to be my bodyguard! You can have all the booze and girls you want..so, come to my side!"

"My apologies, Mr. Vanel." Sebastian replied with unapologetic tone, "But I have no interest in made-made rubbish, coin or women. For, you see…" He glanced over his shoulder with fiendish gaze, "…I am a Devil of a butler. So long as the young master possesses the mark of the covenant, I am his faithful dog.”

Sebastian shook off what was left of his coat and enfolded it around her form.

“I suggest you look away, Miss. Park.”

Yuri closed her eyes, buried her face into her lap and blocked her ears.

She rested her head against his chest the whole time they headed back to the manor. They didn’t speak at all and neither of them tried to do so. Yuri could hear the faint humming of his heart and couldn’t help but wonder if the beating were real or all in her head that desperately needed human warmth.

“You have a heart.” She said, breaking the silence.

“Well, yes, it would be suspicious if I did not.”

Satisfied with his answer, she snuggled into his chest and concentrated on the vibration in his chest.

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cynthiajayusa · 6 years ago

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Community Celebrates Pompano Bill

Pompano Bill

1926 – 2018

Like so many other, I was deeply affected when I heard that Pompano Bill had passed away. At first, I went into a deep silence and just wanted to be alone to collect my thoughts. A sense of calm overcame me as I thought that Bill had just ended a spectacular journey we call life on earth. Bill and I often talked about our community, politics and of course, gossip. One thing is certain, I came to trust him like a father. In our last conversation he shared with me the fact that he decided not to undergo Chemotherapy while in the hospital. I refused to consider that he was telling me his time had come. Denial, as you know, is one of the first phases of dealing with grief. Ironically, as I checked my last email to him regarding Hotspots business, the subject line was “time to relax.” God knows, I did not want him to take it literally by going to his eternal resting place.

William Calcaterra, aka Pompano Bill, was born on January 12th, 1926 in Norway, Michigan. He had a normal childhood, however, as he matured, he realized that he was different. Back then the word gay wasn’t used, instead the word was “queer.” Growing up in such a small town of 3,728 people, he kept his difference suppressed.

He graduated high school in June of 1944 and was immediately inducted into the Navy, attended Radio Operator School in Madison, Wisconsin and was assigned to a ship in the Pacific Theatre. World War II ended and he returned to the U.S.

While still on active duty and stationed in San Francisco he stumbled into a bar on Market Street, not realizing it was a bar frequented by homosexuals, and was invited out for cocktails at the Saint Francis Hotel and treated to a weekend of fun and luxury. He saw that gentleman again during the week. Although he said the experience was amazing, shortly afterwards he got his discharge papers and returned home, where he again went into suppressing his desires. A year later, with the GI Bill, he went to Ferris State College and then moved to Detroit and completed his education at the Detroit Institute of Technology. It was in Detroit that he really discovered gay life.

While in Detroit he had his first relationship, which ended due to his partner being drafted for the Korean War. After graduating from college, he joined IBM (which Bill says stands for I’ve been moved) in 1951, where he stayed until retirement 36 years later in 1987. During his employment at IBM he made his way up to middle management and was transferred to many places throughout the country.

Eventually, Bill had the good sense to move to the Florida. After a few years he became bored and bought a camera. In 1992 he started his second career as a photographer and was published as Pompano Bill in Scoop Magazine. Since then he has worked for Outlook, Buzz, 411, Express, The Blade and, for the last dozen years or so he was very happy shooting exclusively for Hotspots Magazine. Over the years he has accumulated tens of thousands of pictures, which have become his life, he says they are like his friends. He had all his old photos organized in shoe boxes and digital images were stored on 2 computers. He often wondered what the stories were behind some of the people he captured on film when he looked back at them. As many of you know, Pompano Bill had a huge heart and donated much of his time to charities including Poverello, Tuesdays Angels, Broward House, The Pride Center and so many others.

Scott Holland once asked Pompano Bill: What are the benefits of living longer?

Bill replied: “You can teach an old dog new tricks, outliving a few assholes, the ability to meet and enjoy younger people��especially those that like to hear about gay history that I experienced.”

A CELEBRATION OF LIFE

Many have asked if funeral or memorial services will be taking place. One of Bill’s closest friends, Toni Barone, reminded me that he did not want anything special or grandiose after his passing. It is our understanding that a few family members will be arriving to discuss plans and we will announce the outcome of their decision the moment it happens. One thing is certain, if a celebration of life takes place, it will be one to remember!

Now, I find myself trying to fill yet, another hole in my heart…

A special thanks goes to Scott Holland for contributing the biographical content of this article

From a Grateful Community

Last week, our community lost an icon and friend. Bill touch many lives over the decades as he served our community, not only as a photographer but as a mentor and friend to many. With so many condolences still pouring in, we thought the best way to communicate our feelings just was to capture a few comments that capture the essence of a man who was loved and admired by so many:

Brad Casey: Dear Friend

It has been a day of reflection on my 27 year of friendship and association with Bill Calcaterra, Pompano Bill. It’s been a difficult day but I am at peace with his passing. Both Pompano and I knew his day of crossing the Rainbow were near. He was tired of fighting Cancer and loosing his eyesight. He now can see clearly and can rest. Thank You Pompano Bill for an amazing 27 years.

Richard Gray: Greater Fort Lauderdale CVB

He was an amazing man with an incredible zest for life.

Michael Goodman: Public Relations

He was so much a part of our community. I have very fond memories of him. He left his mark.

Billy Sand: Friend

R I P. Will always love him

Stephen R. Lang: Co-worker and dear friend

I don’t know what exactly to say and I have loved this man since the second time I met him. [The first time he did his groping thing.] We have had a wild ride standing next to and he ALWAYS looked out for me and making sure I was getting my shots and doing my job. I remember one of his BIGGEST warning about nightclubs was the smoke and how he got some sort of Cancer from it. He was a Trooper and loved my many–including myself. Una famiglia italiana e un dono di Dio.

Michael Albetta: Broward Sherriff Community Liaison

Memories captured from my dear good friend who now rests in Heaven, William “Bill” Calcaterra aka POMPANO BILL.. Our beloved LGBT community will miss him more than we think. Let’s honor one last request from Pompano Bill: GET OUT TO VOTE AND VOTE DEMOCRATIC!

Jose Javier: Friend

I think every gay man in South Florida has a picture taken by him. I never got a chance to have a long conversation with him, but the short chat after he had taken a picture where always nice. Will be missed. Rest in peace Pompano Bill Calcaterra.

Mike Trottier: Co-worker and dear friend

Pompano Bill…You can rest now my friend. Miss you already Peanut Butter!

Row lliescu: Equality Florida

Don’t be sad! Of course, we will miss you, Pompano Bill—but what a life you lived–an example to all of us to seize the day and make the most of every situation–or so it seemed. Indeed, the place won’t be the same without you, but it’s immeasurably better because of you. I look forward to celebrating your life with the throngs who adored you.

Steven Walker: Friend

I was in two of his photos in Hotspots Magazine. One all dressed up at The Opera Broward Center, the other less put together in the pool at Inn Leather-tee hee!

Ken Evans: Our Fund

Sad to learn of the passing of Pompano Bill. A wonderful friend to so many of us in the LGBTQ community. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Bill without a smile or his camera ready to take that perfect shot. He will be greatly missed by our community. Thank you for all the memories Pompano…Rest In Peace good friend.

Howard Andrew: Talent Scout

I found myself driving to Pompanos Bills house today, and sitting in the car outside of his home. Shaking my head for not stopping by earlier, and for always saying I’ll stop by tomorrow I’ll stop by tomorrow I’ll stop by tomorrow. We’ll, tomorrow has come and Bill has gone. Don’t wait to see friends and loved ones…. Don’t miss the chance to tell someone you love them. Life is short….. Rip Bill

Robin Bodiford: Attorney

I loved Pompano Bill. He had such a wonderful vibe and over the years such a big part of our community and also chronicled our community.

Kevin Clevenger, Poverello

Rest in peace Pompano Bill

Kenneth Flood: The Pub

So sad to hear of the passing of Pompano Bill Calcaterra. I have known this man pretty much since day one when I first moved to Fort Lauderdale. He was such a kind wonderful man. He always greeted me with a Hug & a Kiss(or three,LOL). I am saddened by the loss of this man, a treasure, R.I.P. my friend.

Daniel Curtis: Friend

I’m celebrating the life of my friend Mr Pompano Bill Calcaterra.

The Snapchat & Instagram of his time from the Golden Cost to the Golf Cost South Florida has been best pictured by you!

I’ll lend you my ear anytime! Thank you for for your gifts the smiles & magic in our memories! You’re having a great time in the afterlife this I’m sure! Salute and cheers my friend…

Jim Libonati: Friend and former Hotspots Executive

I miss him very much; like others we had a great history as friends, and he was once my neighbor back in the late 80’s… RIP My dear Friend!

Gary Resnick: Mayor, Wilton Manors

“Our community has lost an Icon and a loving man who gave so much to so many”

Toni Barone: Close Friend, Community Leader

“How do you say goodbye to such an Icon? Our community will come together and heal but right now, we are still coming to terms with our loss.

Steve and Zak: Owners of Ramrod

We grieve the sudden loss of a long-time community member and dear friend

Michael Murphy: Photographer

I’m not sure how to express my love for Pompano, my own shortened nickname, in a paragraph. Over 25 years of sharing great images with one another, playfully bumping each other while shooting, comparing butts and bulges and yes telling secrets. I’m grateful that he had the best life, surrounded by so many people that loved him and that he loved even more. Many of us forget that when he was young and gay, he couldn’t be out.

So, his last 25 years, the 25 I got to enjoy alongside of him, truly were his Golden Years and he lived every minute to the fullest! I love you Pompano!

Watch for next week’s edition of Hotspots for a special photographic retrospective of Pompano Bill’s life and legacy.

source https://hotspotsmagazine.com/2018/10/25/community-celebrates-pompano-bill/ from Hot Spots Magazine https://hotspotsmagazin.blogspot.com/2018/10/community-celebrates-pompano-bill.html

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Community Celebrates Pompano Bill

Pompano Bill

1926 – 2018

Scott Holland once asked Pompano Bill: What are the benefits of living longer?

Bill replied: “You can teach an old dog new tricks, outliving a few assholes, the ability to meet and enjoy younger people…especially those that like to hear about gay history that I experienced.”

A CELEBRATION OF LIFE

Now, I find myself trying to fill yet, another hole in my heart…

A special thanks goes to Scott Holland for contributing the biographical content of this article

From a Grateful Community

Brad Casey: Dear Friend

Richard Gray: Greater Fort Lauderdale CVB

He was an amazing man with an incredible zest for life.

Michael Goodman: Public Relations

He was so much a part of our community. I have very fond memories of him. He left his mark.

Billy Sand: Friend

R I P. Will always love him

Stephen R. Lang: Co-worker and dear friend

Michael Albetta: Broward Sherriff Community Liaison

Jose Javier: Friend

Mike Trottier: Co-worker and dear friend

Pompano Bill…You can rest now my friend. Miss you already Peanut Butter!

Row lliescu: Equality Florida

Steven Walker: Friend

I was in two of his photos in Hotspots Magazine. One all dressed up at The Opera Broward Center, the other less put together in the pool at Inn Leather-tee hee!

Ken Evans: Our Fund

Howard Andrew: Talent Scout

Robin Bodiford: Attorney

I loved Pompano Bill. He had such a wonderful vibe and over the years such a big part of our community and also chronicled our community.

Kevin Clevenger, Poverello

Rest in peace Pompano Bill

Kenneth Flood: The Pub

Daniel Curtis: Friend

I’m celebrating the life of my friend Mr Pompano Bill Calcaterra.

The Snapchat & Instagram of his time from the Golden Cost to the Golf Cost South Florida has been best pictured by you!

I’ll lend you my ear anytime! Thank you for for your gifts the smiles & magic in our memories! You’re having a great time in the afterlife this I’m sure! Salute and cheers my friend…

Jim Libonati: Friend and former Hotspots Executive

I miss him very much; like others we had a great history as friends, and he was once my neighbor back in the late 80’s… RIP My dear Friend!

Gary Resnick: Mayor, Wilton Manors

“Our community has lost an Icon and a loving man who gave so much to so many”

Toni Barone: Close Friend, Community Leader

“How do you say goodbye to such an Icon? Our community will come together and heal but right now, we are still coming to terms with our loss.

Steve and Zak: Owners of Ramrod

We grieve the sudden loss of a long-time community member and dear friend

Michael Murphy: Photographer

So, his last 25 years, the 25 I got to enjoy alongside of him, truly were his Golden Years and he lived every minute to the fullest! I love you Pompano!

Watch for next week’s edition of Hotspots for a special photographic retrospective of Pompano Bill’s life and legacy.

from Hotspots! Magazine https://hotspotsmagazine.com/2018/10/25/community-celebrates-pompano-bill/

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blogagog-blog1 · 7 years ago

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SATURDAY, JANUARY 30, 2010

What up, Chuck?

I'd like to be Chuck Klosterman.

Everybody does. Or the rhymee name Chuck. Or Nick Hornsby. Or Douglas Adams...you get the idea. Either someone so fucking 'I want what he's on' weird he instantly becomes interesting, or so mind numbingly normal but obsessed with minutiae that taking a shit becomes a metaphor for the meaning of life.

Which makes that person instantly interesting.

I'm not though. And more likely than not, neither are you. Of course, just like everyone else, I tell myself I am. "Dude," I whisper conspiratorially to myself, "if people could see into your mind, they'd be totally blown away by how deep and different you are." Self nods confidently. I nod back. Then we sit around and do fuck all.

In a deep and different way, of course.

There's one thing I give myself a little bit of credit for though. It's that I only try to convince myself what an unusual genius in hiding I am. If you want to be assured that someone is a douchebag with the personality of a brick of rat cheese (because personally, I figure being two things like marble cheese must count for some kind of personality, right?) all you have to look out for is this:

"I'm not your regular girl."

OR, which makes me want to straight up get to fisticuffs with a motherfucker:

"I'm totally crazy!"

FUCK you. If you're crazy, you don't know you're fucking crazy. I assure you David Koresh didn't squeal 'tee hee, I'm so crazy!' when he was having sex with one of his wives' 12 year old daughter or explaining to his followers why it's cool that Jesus is shooting at ATF agents with an automatic rifle.

See?? This started off trying to be somewhat introspective and balanced, and within a couple paragraphs has regressed into a bitch fest. And that's okay. Because I like bitching. It keeps my complexion flawless and helps me maintain a rock hard erection.

...with which, incidentally, I'd like to mushroom slap anyone who ever answers the question 'what music do you listen to?' with 'everything'. Or, worse yet, 'everything except country'. For realsies? When's the last time you took in some Indian Classical, Native Afghani music, or a sweet Korean Pop LP? I hope you choke on a moon-pie, asshole. And WITHOUT FAIL, 90% of these people will follow up this claim with a list that consists of the official TheoryOfANickelCreed collection of bands.

Well, that's not fair. They'll throw in Jay-Z to show they're down with the blacks and Coldplay to show they've got a heart and want your love.

The funny thing is, why do people not let their opposite-of-freak flag fly? God knows there're a lot more people listening to 'This is how you remind me' right now than Shakespeare My Butt (which I'd like to pretend I'm listening to because I'm the king of knowing random Canadian alt-rock, but I can't even remember how I heard about Lowest of the Low. 18 years after they released the album. What has two thumbs and a finger on the pulse of underground music? This guy.)

Any frigging way. My point is if you love singing along to Chad Kroeger's 'I gargle gravel' voice, you're part of a huge majority, and could probably throw a thousand-person house party in your town of one thousand, five hundred, where only the Nickelback discography was played and everybody would have a great old time.

Two decades ago, you came to school and tried to get kids to listen to the latest Dinosaur Jr. album, you were likely to get punched in the dick and called a fag. A year later, Nirvana blows up and the dick-puncher kid is trying to convince the punchee that he had Bleach when it came out two years ago.

And I personally think that the music shift might be the best example of how all this 'I'm deeper and more interesting that you' crap started. After two decades of mostly horseshit, good interesting, real music became the norm. Or was at least readily accessible. And resulted in two of the three groups that don't live off mainstream radio/channels that play music videos1:

1) The kids who really did buy Bleach when it came out. Because now Dick Puncher is wearing their favourite bands' t-shirts, and that's a huge 'Oh no he di-int' right there. Because for some reason when decent music becomes mainstream, it doesn't mean that mainstream has gotten good. It means that that previously enjoyable music has become shit. And what music-nerd wants to be surrounded by the Neanderthals that beat them up that morning when they go to a concert at night? So now they've got to get really esoteric, like indie-dance-pop-dubstep-with-a-sitar esoteric. Phew...crisis averted, and I really love this Swedish guy with a Casio keyboard making fart noises. I swear.

2) The kids who lucked out into growing up in a time where making good music was rewarded. When rapping about politically-charged material over jazz-influenced hip hop got you a Grammy, as opposed to relegated to the bargain bin. They were spoiled in the best possible way. So when they heard Snoop (having missed the initial salvo of gangsta rap), their reaction probably was 'Man, this is great - hip hop is so varied! I just hope it's not all taken over by some tool with gold teeth that relies on shitty beats and sounding like a retard fucking...ah shit.'

Be it Master P that fucked your shit up, or Sean Kingston that defiled your ears after enjoying Buju, or Hedley that raped your ear drums, if you're one of those kids, you're going to be wondering when Satan got control of the airwaves. Then you find out that the music is still there, it's just in hiding. Natural reaction, you search out more of it, shit gets weirder and weirder and boom, you're off the beaten path. Good for you, but it doesn't make you the Wiz of Wonderful.

And then there's the third group. And this one is crazy. They're the group that...wait for it...just likes that sort of music. Their inner dialogue goes something like this: "You prefer Miley Cyrus...well, okay, you're a tool, but this is what I like. Whatever."

That's it. That's the end of their story. Because they aren't out to prove anything by it. Some of them wear Nikes and American Apparel clothes. Some of them like the movie 'Patch Adams'. And some of them can listen to a well written pop song and not shit on it for being in tune and in 4/4 timing.

You can draw parallels with movies, books, whatever - right up to the personality traits that they present to you. I can say with absolute confidence that the most interesting people I've met don't ram all these incredibly interesting/quirky qualities down my throat. It is what it is.

And, with apologies to sailors with freakishly muscled biceps everywhere, I yam what I yam.

While I'm not an absolute tool, I'm not the kitty's titty either. I'm not wildly brilliant, nor am I blessed with the razor wit of some of my literary/comedic/social heroes. I don't like the vomit inducing shit that 's on the radio these days, but I'm by no means a guru that will change your life by passing my iTunes library unto you.

But I get by. I like to bitch, and I do it with passion, so people tend to be entertained by it. I get to have sex with girls that are out of my league because I'm in a band, I have cool hair, and I'm pretty fun. I get to go out with girls that are way too nice for me because I'm in a band, I have cool hair, I'm pretty fun, and they think they can fix my bad habits and solve my problems (they can't). I've got a good grasp of the English language, I enjoy writing, and you know what? I'm not bad at it at all.

But I'm no Chuck Klosterman.

Anyone who writes (or enjoys talking) about the state of music has a special reason to hate MTV: they've taken away the use of their name as an identifier for a type of music listener, resulting in the inelegant sentence this footnote is referencing. Now, all watching MTV signifies is you enjoy reality (read: horribly scripted) shows chronicling the transformation of shitty automobiles into public eyesores, guys dating mothers to infer which housewife's daughter they'd like to fuck and impossibly rich young people non-ironically dealing with their inconsequential 'problems'.You could argue, probably with some success, that such viewing predicates poor musical taste. However, it's dicey. Because I bet sometimes even Prince needs to take in a little 16 and Pregnant.

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Sonic Ring Bond: The Journey - Scene 22

Like before, a fair bit of exposition this chapter.

I hope everyone will forgive me. For the most part it’s part of why I have Rosy narrating most of it, as it helps show her knowledge and how she is seeing the world. I hope it’s been working and keeping everyone engaged. But I guess you really can’t engage if I keep yapping, so please enjoy...

~As I said before, Rings are amazing! Through a Ring Bond two people can share so much between each other. It really makes me mad that Ix would use a Ring Bond to steal things from people. I really hope I can straighten him out, and if not that I can stop him before he really hurts a lot of people. And if not me, then hopefully Draw.

~Bringing Draw along will be difficult without Zooey or Sonic though. I’m sure I could carry him well enough, though I don’t think that he would like that. But it’s not like I can really make a Ring Bond either. I really don’t know how, though I know I’ve tried in the past to figure it out. I guess I just don’t have a good instinct for.

~Ooh~! It’s so frustrating!

~It’s not just Sonic and Ix though who can form Ring Bonds. Or at least some of the affects. As Rings make up the world itself when they’ve used up most of their energy, they can sometimes pass their abilities into the objects they make up. Just like the tiny little floating islands I discovered while climbing up one of the fingers of Point Beach with Draw.~

“What are you doing now, you crazy weirdo girl!” Draw called out in disbelieving panic as Rosy deftly leapt from one floating piece of rock and vegetation to another.

“Collecting Rings of course,” Rosy smiled and waved back at Draw as she landed, nearly fell, and then collected the Rings on the new island. “Though we’ll have to be careful when we get to the top. I bet there’s another mean priest waiting at the top ready to smack the Rings out of me!”

~I think Draw might have been confused why I would feel that way, but it made sense to me.

~At the top of the particularly thick “finger” that we followed the long winding plank walkway up there was an airship port. It was particularly busy too. But maybe Draw had never flown before and didn’t realize that Rings can appear all the way up into outer space even. It really is amazing. Tee-hee! But I’m getting distracted.

~Another amazing thing about Rings, at least back home, is that they can be used to fuel airships. If I’m remembering what Tails told me once, they are even used in the construction of them to help them float and ignore some of the rules about air-o-something-or-other. Anyway, that’s also why they have balloons built into their bodies and are covered in sails, wings, and propellers; to help them fly through the air. The thing is though, the airships here look a lot like they’re built the same way and I couldn’t help but look at them. At least until we got to the top of the finger.

~Unlike the coral reef look of the homes built into the old buildings that made up the finger mountains, everything up top was brand new. The roads were still paved with seashells, but the stone brick buildings were all a lot newer looking. They were still covered in plants like everywhere I’ve been, but it was really pretty, like a garden built that way. I couldn’t leave the search for Zooey waiting any longer though.

~After avoiding the priest I knew would be up there, holding up a lot of travelers too, Draw and I began looking for people familiar with the “Queen of the Sky”. Tee-hee~♪ Zooey had made it harder to track her down than I expected though as she had become quite famous since I last saw her. Everyone on top of the finger knew who she was. If I hadn’t seen the poster, I would have never found anyone who had actually met her.~

“Really!” Rosy exclaimed excitedly as the old orangutan cloud sailor she shared a café table with tapped the photo Rosy showed him.

“No doubt about it. Aye, that’s the Queen of the Sky alright. I’ve never lost an air race so badly before until I met her. She’s a devil in the guise of an angel I warn ye.”

“And she’s a friend of yours?” Draw asked as he gave Rosy a sidelong glance.

Indignantly puffing up her cheeks, Rosy defended her friend. “Zooey maybe scary sometimes, but she’s really sweet and caring. She just wants the best for her friends. I’m guessing after we all got separated that’s why she got into racing. It’d be a lot easier for us to find her if she was famous, and she doesn’t really stand out like the rest of do.”

“Can’t say that ye do lass,” The orangutan countered and rubbed his chin. “Ain’t heard hide or tail about any of the other’s in this pic. Seeing how happy she is though; I don’t doubt that you’re all good friends with her. The thing is though, the Queen of the Sky ain’t so easy to catch up with.”

“You’re just saying that cause you lost,” Draw criticized the old cloud sailor.

“Draw, that’s rude, even if it’s true.” Rosy had not meant to be so rude herself and gasped as she covered her mouth with her hands and photo as the old sailor frowned. “I’m so sorry! I really shouldn’t have said that.”

“Ye might have well of lass. Ye was thinking it, and that’s all there is to it. And perhaps I do have a sore spot still. Us cloud sailors make a living on our skills, so losing a race like that… Well, it’s a shame as a sailor and an engineer.”

“Wait!” Slamming his hands on the table in the café they had found the old orangutan in, Draw rose to his feet in shock. “You have more than one occupation? I don’t understand, everyone–”

“Has only one they dedicate their lives to?” the cloud sailor finished for Draw with a sly smile. “Only for ye ground dwellers perhaps, but the Engineers aren’t fond of the life that the Preservers force on everyone. It stifles our creativity and keeps the world stagnant. That, and ye never know when a Ring Shift will take ye off course. I hear there are still a lot of sailors missing after that big red Ring showed up in the sky.”

Her mouth falling into an “O” shape, Rosy was glad that she was still hiding her mouth. Looking down at the picture again she thought about the sapient frog who had taken it and likely had it processed. She had helped him out quite a bit too and if she was right, she may have made even more trouble for the Engineers.

“So then, I guess Ring Thieves work with the Preserves?”

“Preservers lass, and ye ain’t wrong about that. But I wonder why it is that you ask. Ain’t no good that comes from getting involved with their ilk.”

“Hee-hee. I’ve heard that back home too. Our whole way of life is dependent on Rings, so Ring thieves aren’t really liked. They’re considered really bad people.”

Draw was not sure what was going on between Rosy and the Orangutan, but he knew that they were suddenly not being very direct. It seemed odd for the normally blunt Rosy from what he had seen of her, and he grew more curious. More so that anyone would steal Rings and that it would give them a reputation other than that of a heretic. “So, what’s the big idea about a Ring Thief?”

“Eh?”

The orangutan’s response was all Rosy needed to confirm her suspicions and Rosy jumped on the opportunity. “It’s because airships can’t function without them!”

A long awkward silence fell over the whole café as Rosy blurted it out. Sidelong glances were exchanged between the patrons and a nervous whisper filled the air. The orangutan merely gave Rosy a bewildered look which she challenged with a confident smile while her tail began to wag enthusiastically. Eventually the orangutan conceded and slumped down with a sigh.

“I suppose ye are friends with the Queen of the Sky. It was only natural that ye’d know.”

“Of course!” Rosy smiled, as she leaned back into her seat looking very happy. Draw was still staring at her curiously though as he tried to grasp the whole situation. The writing on the back of the photo she still clutched tightly really was bugging him and he questioned Rosy ignorantly of the consequences of his words.

“Then you know a Ring Thief? I guess that shouldn’t surprise me with a weirdo girl like you.”

Leaning back and placing his hands on the back of his head, Draw grew even more confused as Rosy’s smile became very strained and the eyes of the patrons grew wide with shock. “Ah~ Draw! I just wanted to get help finding Zooey! I knew if I mentioned Gill everyone would get mad!”

“Gill you say!” one patron asked indignantly. “You don’t mean that scoundrel Mach Frog Bradley do you! Why I lost a whole month’s worth of time due to that meddling creep once. It was a relief when he disappeared!”

“Ha!” another patron scoffed at the first. “Well I’ve lost a lot more to that scoundrel. Scourge of the world I say!”

“Ooh~! I knew Gill had probably gotten himself into all kinds of trouble being a Ring Thief, but he was so nice to me.”

“Well ye’ve been duped lass,” the orangutan scowled as he lost any sympathy in his eyes. “And put into a bad spot too.”

“Wait,” Rosy waved her hands in front of her pleadingly. “I really just want to find Zooey and the rest of our friends and try to get home.”

“Ye really think I’ll trust ye hearing that you’re affiliated with that slimy crook?”

“Is it really that bad?” Draw asked as though he was adding fuel to the fire. He was having a hard time grasping that the airships he frequently saw overhead were powered by Rings and that anyone who stole Rings was more than weird.

“Draw! Please don’t make this worse!” Rosy practically begged as she looked at the increasingly angered patrons as they seemed to loom about their table. “Gill helped me out, but I know Ring Thieves are bad people, and everyone here has been hurt by him too. And since I helped him out a bit too, he’s pretty much hurt me now too. Ooh~! Gill you dummy! Why did you have to hurt people too!”

~It was so frustrating. It felt my like lead to Zooey had been lost in that moment. Just like her pretty title made it sound, she was so far away from a hedgehog with her feet on the ground, even if some people thought I had lost my head in the clouds. But the funny thing is, sometimes people are a lot nicer than anyone realizes they are. A lot more forgiving too. Gill had hurt all of us, so it was only natural that we helped each other. And I’m always happy to help. Especially when it makes people smile and sets me on another adventure!~

Scene 22 · CLEARED Queen of the Sky, End

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And there we have ourselves a fun little change in direction. My frog OC, Gill hasn’t shown up in a while, but he’s still able to much things up regardless. And Rosy probably never should have asked about Ring Thieves, but her curiosity has been eating at her since Scene 16 so it was time to bring it to a head. I’m also curious what everyone thinks of Draw so far. He’s a fun little trouble maker to write and give’s Rosy a consistent person to chat with, but does everyone like him or is he just annoying and/or boring you? I hope he’s enjoyable so far. You’ll be seeing more of him for a while yet! Until then, stay well!

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Sonic Ring Bond: The Journey - Scene 15

And after vacation and a subsequent schedule change based on everyone's feedback, I'm finally back with the next scene of Sonic Ring Bond: The Journey. Now asides from schedule changes, such as only posting updates on Wednesdays and Saturdays now, the story has undergone some changes in presentation as well. I'll be mostly focusing on short 2-part episodic scenes for now with maybe the occasionally longer or shorter story. Prompts (I'll get to that after the story), will be one of the big determining factors in "episode" lengths and I hope everyone will be motivated by the story to send me some. For now though, let's join Rosy as she begins her solo arc of story...

~The Rings will always remember. It became kind of our mantra after we first heard it. Our truth and that of this world itself made of Rings which join Gaia and Chaos energy together. But the Rings can also be used to bind people and share their hearts and memories. Or at least it sounds nice that way. It’s how I gained the ability to run at the speed of sound, at least when I’m not tripping over my own feet and falling on my face. Tee-hee! Though I guess it’s funny then that I’m lying in the back of a pickup truck on my way to my destination.~

The truck the narrator referred to was an old beat up steam truck. The bed was enclosed by wood planks not unlike a fence and was filled nigh to the brim with hay. The narrator lay within, a pink hedgehog girl clad in a white leotard and red slipper like shoes. As the truck bounced along the road of old stone slabs, she reached a white gloved hand up towards the sky and peaked between her spread fingers.

~Well, I suppose it’s because I got separated from everyone. My boyfriend, the world-famous Sonic the Hedgehog woke up the Rings that were sleeping like I knew he could, and everything got kind of crazy.

~Well, I guess he isn’t so world famous. I’ve been traveling for a while trying to find him and my friends but none of the people I’ve met have heard of him. It’s kind of lonely running around on my own, but it’s also hard to imagine what it was like running with everyone else too. I don’t know why, but the lands the Red Star Ring took us too just mess with time and memories. Ooh~! It’s so frustrating.

~But you know what, it’s okay. The Rings will always remember. And I know when I close my eyes and feel the bond I share with Sonic through them that we’ll never forget each other or our friends. And I’m sure Sonic will find me again too. If I don’t find him first. Tee-hee.~

Though she laughed to herself in quiet, the narrator could not keep herself from sighing with a longing smile. Through her fingers and the tree branches the blue sky opened up adorned with clouds hung on a gentle breeze. Beyond them a small planet loomed in the sky ominously.

~I hope you didn’t end up there Sonic. It’d be really hard to get back together if you did.

~What is that little planet? I don’t know. It’s not Little Planet and everyone I’ve met is scared of it. And no matter where I go, by foot, Ring Gate, or even getting caught in a Ring Shift it is always there like the sky has an eyeball. But I only see it during the day. It’s so weird. I bet it would be fun if I could go explore it with everyone. But I can’t yet. I have to find everyone first, and before I can only remember them through the Rings. And that’s hard enough too.~

Rolling over in the hay and propping herself up on her elbows, Rosy looked through the back window of the truck at the sapient dog who drove it. They eyed her through the rearview mirror, and she waved at them with a smile. As casually as they had checked their mirror, they returned their eyes to the forest road they drove down.

~I don’t know why, but everyone is just as scared of Rings as they are the planet in the sky. They consider running from those awful golems I’ve been bumping into since before I was separated from everyone more natural than collecting and using Rings. It makes me feel kind of exotic as I still vaguely remember we used Rings everyday wherever it was I came from. Ooh~! It’s so frustrating losing my memories. I know they’re still in my heart, but the words and images are all so faded now. What an awful land to steal people’s memories and time. And there are so many more types of golems now too. It makes it hard to convince people I’m just a traveling sightseer looking to catch up with her friends when I keep having to break them.

~The people I meet are so nervous whenever they see me fight or run. I try to cheer them up and remind them that they have guards they send out to beat the golems, but they still fuss about it. I hope they’re not dismissing me because I’m a kid. Ooh~! That would be so mean of them. But not as mean as those priests.

~Hee-hee. I guess I haven’t thought about them in a while. It’s almost like every town has them too. Mean priests who strike you when you arrive to take away any Rings you collected while traveling. I don’t get what they mean when they say that Rings shouldn’t be held by people. It’s so weird. But that’s part of why I’m hitching a ride right now.

~One of the last things I did with my friends was take a big group picture together. We didn’t have time to make the picture from the film, but someone said they saw a picture of me with a whole bunch of people so I’m hoping to find it. If I can get the current owner to let me see it, and maybe even have it, it may be enough to make finding my friends easier. I just have to be so careful though to not spook anyone. It’s so slow going though. I’m so glad the scenery is pretty. It’s kind of nice to slow down and enjoy it for a bit.

~I just hope none of those mean golems attack.~

Sitting up fully, the narrator scanned the passing trees for signs of the stone constructs that had impeded her travels thus far. There were plenty of signs of ancient stone brick structures that poked out of the forest, but no sign of any stones that were animated. With a sigh of relief, she plopped back down into the hay and spread her limbs out as though to make a snow angel. In her eyes the clouds and tree branches above drifted by and the lure of sleep to stave off her boredom grew subtly powerful.

~I really can’t stop. It makes it harder for my friends to find me, but if they’re in trouble, I have to keep moving. Tee-hee. Rosy the Rascal can’t stop moving. I guess that’s wrong though. It’s too much trouble to be a rascal anymore. I guess I have to settle for being Rosy the Traveler. Adventurer sounds better, but the people I keep meeting are made uncomfortable by that too, so traveler it is.~

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“W~o~w~!” Rosy’s mouth formed a massive “O” Shape as she peered out from the truck bed at the town that erupted from the forest. More so the town that grew like fungus on the monolithic stone structure that jutted out of the woods. More than enough trees grew from it to make it look like the structure would soon be pulled back under the forest, but for now it was home to a plethora of overgrown stone buildings with tiled rooves.

“This was your stop was it not miss?” The driver asked stepping around to lower the tailgate and provide Rosy an easier means to exit the truck bed. With a nod Rosy confirmed the driver’s suspicions.

“It is. Jutting Rock Village. It’s so amazing, don’t you think?”

“Maybe. I just hope you haven’t forgotten what you came here for. Nothing more awful than a traveler who lost their purpose.”

“Don’t worry,” Rosy smiled at the driver. “I can’t possibly forget because the Rings will always remember!”

The driver gave Rosy a suspicious frown and she laughed nervously while trying to give him a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, really. The lands I’m from considered using Rings normal. No one ever even heard of Ring Craft. We were more worried about a scary man and his machines than anything else.”

“Say what you will miss, but remember you only endanger yourself by putting faith in those things. You’d be better off if you were one of the lucky ones who can’t even see them.”

“That’s not true,” Rosy puffed up her cheeks and thrust her balled up hands down by her sides. “Without Rings there’s no way I could have traveled as much as I have and experienced all of the wonderful things that I have.”

“Suit yourself as I said. But what good is traveling and sightseeing when it’ll all fade in time?”

“It’s why you have to live in the moment. It’s what Sonic taught me to do, even though I still think about the future all the time too. But even more so because this land steals our precious memories is it more important to live in the moment!”

Perhaps it was simply Rosy’s persistence, or maybe the driver had a soft spot for children, but he finally smiled slightly at her. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the minute smile and the driver chuckled. “So be it. Who am I to tell a child who has made it on her own how to live her life? You go do what you do, and I’ll do what I do. Perhaps our paths will cross again, and we might actually remember each other.”

“Don’t worry! The Rings will always remember.”

“Whatever”

With a wave and a laugh, the driver soon departed leaving Rosy to face the town of Jutting Rock Village. Energetically pumping her fists next to her shoulders, Rosy left the road and walked up the dirt path to the village.

Scene 15 · CLEARED Rosy the Traveler, to be continued

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And there we are, the opening scene of the Rosy the Traveler arc of the The Journey. Now, my first concern out of the gate is that I took a dual narrative approach for the story and hope it was not too confusing for everyone. Especially so since the detached 3rd person narrative is primarily in present tense while Rosy's first person is kind of leaning more towards past tense. For how I want to tell the story for the most part though, and the AU on a whole it is Rosy's adventures. Preferably I would love to have her adventuring alongside Sonic, but that is still something she has to earn and that the story has to make its way to naturally. I also have to consider the rest of her friends who are along for the journey and how they tie into her experience. But it is at the end of the day Rosy's experience and I hope to be able to capture that with this dual narrative approach.I hope everyone has enjoyed the story to this point and is hyped to continue this journey Rosy. Thank you for your support, it means the world for me and I hope you'll continue to be there support me. And if you can, please feel free to contribute to the story by submitting prompts to help shape the story. You can find all of the rules on my Prompt Discord Server - -, but feel free just to DM me your prompts here if you'd like. Thank you again everyone, I hope you enjoyed.

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Story Format by @cutegirlmayra Story by @JoshTarwater/SonicFanJ Inspiring Song - Granblue Fantasy — Lumacee Archipelago Mysterious Forest

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