#Seiko's first response! :D

[thenewfuture]

Kyosuke, do you have evidence that any of them are the attacker? (and NO the fact that they are associated with despair does not count)Focus on finding the evidence first, then (if proven guilty) you can kill them. Next time you stumble across a body, see if you can find any fingerprints or hair or whatever.

....I'll admit, I don't have solid concrete evidence that you speak of. If this were a class trial, I would no doubt need those to sustain my arguments.

But unlike that game, Naegi went through, this is the real world! The Remnants of Despair are suspicious and are the number one suspects we have in mind. Why else would this happen after touching down on our base with Naegi and his compatriots? The timing is too perfect.

B-B-But still....we don't truly know for c-c-certain if they did such a thing...right?

Let me ask you then, do you have any other suspects in mind Seiko?

Haaaaaaahhhhh......No.....

Hmph, well there you go.

B-B-But...! Wh-What happens if it turns out they t-t-truly weren't responsible?

Then we keep going down the suspect list! Sooner or later, we'll get it right.

And what's up with you? You're acting as if you really do believe those punks. And I swear I heard you talking earlier. You really didn't see them?

N-N-N-Noooo...! I-I was just....asking, and remaining impartial...! I really didn't see them...! I would tell you if I did Kyosuke, h-honest! You can believe me...y-you know that, d-don't you...?

................

.......... *Kyosuke walks closer to Seiko, looks at her directly in the eye...*

H-Huh....? *....and hugs her...*

Thank you. I can trust you, Seiko. You are one of the most dependable people I can rely on now.... With Chisa gone I....I feel like I lost a part of myself... I lost someone close to me, a close ally and dear friend. But with you here, I know things will get better. Hope is yet on the horizon for us.

Kyosuke.....

Well....now what do we do?

*Kyosuke lets go of Seiko and steps back* The Remnants are a threat still, but Naegi too is also out there along with his own compatriots. Kyoko Kirigiri could prove to a problem for us, we need to dispose of her as soon as possible.

Say no more, I got 'em! It's just her and that wimp Hagakure? This'll be easy.

What about you, Seiko? What will you do?

H-H-Huuuuh?! M-M-Meeeee?! I...I don't know... I....I'm not good with....

No, I understand. I don't want you to throw yourself into danger and potentially risk yourself as well....

Don't worry, let my justice be your justice! I shall guide this Foundation to true hope! Naegi and the Remnants are mine!

I only ask that you stay safe, dear friends. The day is still ours. I hope to see you again soon when we make it through this.

Heh! We sure will! *Kyosuke presses onward while Juzo heads back in their search, leaving Seiko alone standing there...*

............... *....There footsteps can no longer be heard...*

*inhaaaaaale....*

Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnggggghhhhhhhh........!

[aquariium-ediits]

Take this as your opportunity to talk about your source!! I'd love to know more about it!

OMG ANON YAYAYA OKAY WHOEEVRR U ARE. HUGS YOU.

Long post. Probably. There's a lot.

CW: Quick occasional mention of blood as it's relevant to my quirk, although no graphic descriptions of violence or anything similar!

Uhmmm where to start. I'm a villain (22yrs in-source) and was recruited to the League sometime shortly after Dabi and Toga and have been with them ever since! My quirk doesn't have an exact name, however my blood has healing properties if people consume it. (I remember hearing that Toga insisted I join because it was an excuse for her to be able to drink.) Shigaraki was reluctant at first because I had never had any experience with actual villain-y things (according to Asahi, intro later, and neither of us know what he meant but ok), but realized a healer who could come along on missions would probably come in handy, even if the healing was through unorthodox means. Soo that's basically the long story short of me joining the league.

I also have other non-canon sourcemates! Uhmm Asahi (28yrs), who has a tarot related quirk and is basically the big brother I never had. Asahi's adopted kid, Bee (11yrs), a very nice boy who never really does any actual villain work but uhm. People like him (including me! He's polite and doesn't cause trouble so nobody really minds him) so he stays. Also Asahi would hate being separated from his son soo. Yeah. Keiko (16yrs), a girl with a cat quirk who's like. Weirdly good at using weapons? I don't even know how she learned to use them but. Oh well. There's also Mio, Riku, Hatsumi, Seiko, Lucy and Eighty-One but if I talked about them all we would be here for way too long. This is about me! However I may also talk about them some other time.

This is not going to be organized at all. Uhm. Oh gosh. Let's talk about relationships?? Obviously what I say here does not apply to other irls, fictionkins, fictives, etc of these characters, it is simply how they were in the timeline where I existed. Ok? Ok. Right off of the bat, me and Shigaraki were dating for a while (I say this because my memories of the more recent events in the series- Because of things being complicated as the final war started, dating makes things complicated so. Uhm. Yea?). Obviously when we first met we weren't anything special, but as time went on we became official, although Shigaraki never really liked being affectionate in front of anyone, even the League. This is why I consider him my f/o and get upset if people say they're his partner or whatever :'D (although in the end, the only thing that matters to me is that he's happy and doing alright.) He was also bi in my timeline, if that means anything to spinaraki/shigadabi shippers, lmao.

Uhmm other canon characters.. Dabi and I were on pretty good terms, I guess? Not bad, not amazing, but naturally because I was the healer of the group, he didn't really have a bad opinion of me. As far as I know, nobody really did. You know how people call the LOV something like a family? The way I remember it, I'd say that isn't very far-off. The League allowed Bee to have a father, Hatsumi to have acquaintances and even friends, Toga to have some friends her own age who wouldn't think badly of her because of her quirk, etc etc. Sure, us being villains certainly added a lot of complication to us being friends, family or romantic partners but nonetheless we cared about eachother.

Nothing was really canon breaking aside from there being like, eight extra villains with their own backstories that may or may not affect a few things. Like, for example, because of Riku, there's now a well-known family who's responsible for lots of the pharmaceutical industry. Because of Seiko, who screws with the canon a solid bit more than the rest of us, there just so happened to be another Todoroki child. Because of Lucy, there's a well-known pro hero who went rogue. Mio is another assistant of AFO's, specifically aiding Garaki around his lab (apparently at first it was just cleaning, but she's eventually became a very good scientist herself with some knowledge of medicine and such). So I mean.. On our own, none of us (me, my noncanon sourcemates) really break the canon, but I guess us all existing together has kinda made our canon uh.. a little tiny bit canon divergent, to put it softly. But I love all my sourcemates, the only thing that sucks is I'll never see my noncanon ones ever again. Shigaraki is definitely the one I miss the most, though, but because I'm noncanon I heavily doubt there's any Shigarakis out there who remember me :'D

Okay, wow, that was a lot for something that didn't even really scratch the surface of who I am or who my noncanon teammates are, but uh.. Maybe I should continue that rentry wiki thing. I was working on a massive rentry with information about me, my past, my relationships/opinions of others and as well as some mini bios for my noncanon sourcemates because. I guess. If there's no fandom wiki for you, make one yourself! But it's been taking a VERY long time, sadly, just cuz there's so much to work on. But hey, who knows, maybe someday I'll finish it (or have it done enough that I feel comfortable sharing it with you guys, for those who want to read it?)

Anyways this is getting really long, even with the small text, so thank you so much again, Anon! T'was a truly kind thing you did for me !! /gen

I have some doodles of my sourcemates so let me see if I can find some..

The images got squished so you should totally click on them to see them better. The first two are doodles of me, then one of Asahi and Bee, then Riku, Riku+Seiko and then just Seiko :D

[distancedisowned]

Moved from ask for @robot-fxcker

Seiko wasn’t one to do badly in things, in all honesty, but how she saw herself made her see thing a little worse than they really were. Nevertheless, she had thanked her teacher for the explanation behind the grade she’d gotten on a recent test. Even if she didn’t show it, she was pretty surprised.

That was probably a reason behind not breaking eye contact with the man, even as her fiddled with and tossed the chalk he was holding around. Only when it was appropriate would she actually look away.

“Yes sir. I completely understand. Thank you again.”

The words are their usual calm coming from her, something Adam should be used to at this point; yet this time, they did have some solidity to them. Not quite as airy as usual.

[all-of-your-mercy]

Seiko D. Valentis timeline / life logs (under read more; from birth to present)

1998, December 24th (02:57); Born in Kawagoe streets, Japan Seiko Damien Valentis ( First name gifted by mother, second by father, surname originating from the mothers family) 1-6 months - No parent was active to their new parenthood, child cared by grandfather of the Valentis family side 6 months - Lack of responsiveness of either given name (Seiko as first, Damien as secondary named - It was assumed that the biological father rubbed off his silent attitude towards the child; no further questioning to the behavior due to that theory Comment: Doctors have told the parents that addressing the child with two different names may have confused the child and lead him to dismissing either names altogether 7 months - Sudden inability to crawl, no found body injuries of any kind - No interest in bonding with sibling(s) 1 year (12-14 months) Updated: 12-17 months - Show of anger, tantrums are common more than usual (spurred by inability to wear the same piece of clothing at longer periods time than usual, spurred by inability to remain in the house as desired) - Inability to stand for long, no sort of injuries of any kind found after second x-rays done 2 years (+24 months ) - No engagement with the kindergarten group; Focused on capturing (+ attempts on eating) wild hares that roamed nearby the kindergarten territory - Often wet the bed, possible fear of requesting assistance (later brushed off, as of no possibility of sexual abuse found in child as It was theorized) - Mother showed frustration and anger, sent to childcare classes as a result 4-5 years - Improved communication, able to structure better sentences - Scratch marks in ears, later found ticks residing and eradicated after - Scratching in ears continued for few months more until the habit died down 6-6.5 years - Unusual outbursts of anger, able to argue with mother often, fixation on the father and his mannerisms (child was intrigued by fathers cold demeanor and fixation on technology and bugs) - High pickiness for food (although many alternatives have been found and the child has been pleased with them) 7-10 years - Moments of self-isolation, remained in house until forced to be outside, befriended few children with similar interests: > Interest in collecting bugs (what may have originated from fathers interest / until mother banned the hobby) > Video games on the PS2 device or game cube > Collecting wild flowers > Capturing wild hares - Constant need to bicker, fight with the mother; - Avoiding the father, hardly recognized the male parent due to absence of work until recognizing him based on the familiar scent - Rapid increase and decrease of friends; 10 years - Mothers rage worsened due to attitude of child, child reprimanded physically, later as conflict faded he was brought to the porch of Jayden Erblindets home; child left there with guardianship papers in hand until the man was present 11 years Updated: 11-13 years - Depleted appetite, persistent pickiness ( Ate only sushi bowls, rice balls, handmade nigiri, and as beverage source he only consumed Dr. Pepper cola or the purified water garnered from the guardians mothers’ home ) - Improved social life, invested in lives of other pre-teens  / other youths; Quite talkative, rarely shutting themselves down from a conversation ( What wasn’t common before ) - Noise sensitive over certain noises ( Laughter heard in German comedy shows, scrapping of plates ) - High attachment to the guardians partner at the time; theorized that the attachment spurred from the child's’ desire of a mother-figure - Guardian found frustrated in later time due to attitude of the child and their mannerisms, temporarily the child was put into care of the guardians parents (child's “grandparents”) for a few weeks - The main guardian proceeded to care for the child after few weeks; Now child more attentive to the guardian, due having a shared interest for horror games/films, and video games in general - Child began calling the guardian as his father; guardian hesitated to accept it for a while but later gave in and allowed it 14 years and later (symptoms best noted at 15-16 years of age): - Child endured a traumatic event, investigation began while the child was put under special care with an assigned therapist - Guardian under suspicion due to child's reaction towards his presence, interrogated on a daily basis in the span of two weeks per request of the law enforcement - Sister of the guardian dismissed the suspicion, evidence was brought and the guardian (Jayden Erblindet) was released, apologized to for the time taken and suspicion to begin with - Few detectives still carried suspicion for the guardian - Sister of guardian suspected for forging evidence; temporarily terminated from the field; documents of her office have been searched and the entirety of her house was examined - The child provided information to the therapist in later time that deemed the guardian and his sister innocent; a sketch was done by description from the child - Abuser found and arrested; law enforcement noticed that the abusers appearance features are similar to the guardian, hence the prior fear of the child [ In between of these events bellow and up, the child had an aggressive outburst and has bitten the guardians left wrist to severity; guardian lost sense in left arm for two months although did not deny guardianship of the child from such event and simply have undergone body-therapy to recover the function of his arm ] - Guardian modified his appearance by the request of the therapist - Child diagnosed with complex post traumatic stress disorder (C-PTSD); showed many symptoms of such disorder: > Hyper-arousal, meaning he was on continuous high alert / worry > Difficulty trusting the guardian ever since the event, only being able to trust the mother of the guardian (the grandmother by definition) > Constant feeling of shame, relied on oversized clothing to hide his frame; > Required endless reassurance that he was a good person ( for he worried that people will react in anger as his biological mother / or presumably blame him for what happened ) > Body armoring (tension in the body, stiffness) > Constant need to isolate themselves in their personal room as a form of self-punishment; > Self-punishment form through starvation (although guardian countered the issue by sneaking in food / snacks when unnoticed by the teenager) > Picking the tail until the tip of it bleeds (deemed as self-harm by canine demons) > Alcoholic substance abuse ( Alcohol substance abuse was active at ages 16-17 years, later the teenager stopped once the guardian displayed disappointment and worry towards such decision; teenager worried of his image and stopped) > Outbursts of anger, although this was recognized prior in the teenagers life but has been noted in these years as well; > Hypersexuality (increased libido due to seasonal heats, trauma, strong desire for sexual exploration and due to puberty) 16.5 years - Suspicion of autism (or being under the spectrum) due to specific traits that could signal the possibility, although suspicion never went any further to screening due to the fact that the C-PTSD diagnosis interfering and having slightly similar symptoms 17 years - Constantly avoiding necessary medication - Began learning to cook more often by the help oft he guardian; pickiness of food choices countered as well - Difficulty in consuming more food; finding self hardly appealing if not under a lower weight than the norm to his body type ( This occurred during his discovery of bisexuality, finding intimidating men that showed remote interest toward men that carried feminine / frail figures; which lead to this result of keeping a low weight ) - Active on the internet more often; befriended a few people with similar interests 19 years - Began attending therapists sessions more often by reccomendation; - Began taking medication properly (rare slip ups) due to positive influence of guardian (now known as the adoptive father), friends and rest of the family - Active on social media further as therapist recommended gaming streaming as a form of expressing himself and displaying his annoyance through horror games as people watched him; allowing him to adjust to the idea of people looking at him - Rare but notable outbursts of anger, guardian is capable of handling those moments when present to care for them; has personal methods that are effective - Very slow, but noted improvements in eating choices and the amount of food that is being consumed 20 years - Reconnected with biological father in real life; was informed by same father by the potential chances of being autistic / being under the autistic spectrum - Increased interest in cooking, became the cook within the Erblindet family; motivated to eat well due to positive influence of romantic partner (y/n) who inspired him to garner a healthy weight; - Restarted an old hobby - began wild hare hunting again; although doing his best to resist the temptation on eating a live animal at times - Assisted grandmother with gardening, slowly building interest in growing vegetables after memorizing how to care for tomatoes and managing to grow ones by himself - Libido decreased for a few months as a sign of improved mental health; - Relapses in occasion: > Hyper-sexuality mixed up altogether with his natural instincts to breed > Bursts of aggression ( Although now the reason behind it can warry -- chances of the rage being inherited by his biological mother who relied on anger as a form of expressing themselves, one of the symptoms of autism or aggression coming from his canine nature to be hostile when threatened / angered  to the slightest ) > Dissociating ( Seiko is capable of remaining still or finding a safe space to reside in for the time being as this event occurs until It dies down with time ); 21 years - Current time, no major events happening

[rheesus]

corpse party! — richie tozier (two)

pairing: richie tozier x reader

warnings: panic attacks, mentions of murder, gore, horror, occult and paranormal happenings

— part two of ?

( see part one )

i wont do all 5 chapters since chapter one is entirely based on seiko and naomi who are beverly and eleven sooo yeah! if you want to know what would happen to them and you don’t know the story of corpse party well, watch a gameplay or something laksjshddh 

something soft and wet had landed on y/n's cheek as she laid unaware of her surroundings. whatever was running down her face like tear drops seemed to have woken the class representative up. her e/c eyes batted opened and met to the view of a ceiling that had a clear whole through both the top of the building and the floor between that and the floor she laid on, next to that was a broken light fixture, flickering intensely with its last life.

"so, you're one of the new victims, huh?" an unfamiliar make voice echoed from behind her. the voice alone sent a wave of chills throughout her entire body as she turned and let out a ear piercing scream, she scrambled away, looking up at a boy no older than 17 - the lower part of his body seemed to sway like flames but his whole being had a blue ethereal glow to it.

from out in the hallway she could easily hear two voices calling her name in worry; richie and ms byers. if not for the boy in front of her, she would've smiled at this revealation. the boy's eyes seemed to wander in the direction of their voices and he gave a bittersweet smile.

"wow, stuck in the same space with not one, but two people you know? you're lucky." 

"w-w-" 

"that luck wont last long, i mean - look what happened to me!" the boy had laughed but not in a way that emitted happiness or amusement. his eyes now wandered to the floor, where a pile of bones and some ripped clothing laid.

“what do you mean?” the teen girl boldly said, though her thoughts didn’t match her tone. the ghost just shrugged. 

“you’ve been dragged here against your will. it looks like an abandoned school but it’s hell. you’ll either die horribly or eventually, you’ll kill your friends and die horribly. no matter what, it’s just pain twenty-four fuckin seven.”

 y/n had gulped down her fear in hopes to ask more before something came barrelling through the door and the ghost had fled at the sight and sound.

richie tozier and their beloved ms. byers. 

the first thing that happened upon seeing each other was the tears and smiles of relief before ms byers wrapped the class rep in a tight embrace, richie had squatted down next to her. his grin only widened when she turned to playfully glare at him.

"of all our friends i could be stuck with and i get stuck with you?" the boy rolled his eyes and ms byers had chuckled.

“if you ask me, richie was more worried out of—”

“anyways, it’s good you’re alive.” richie cut the lady off, smiling and ignoring the way his cheeks warmed up. y/n had smiled too, hugging ms. byers again. their happiness was, however, short-lived. the building had started to shake violently and a loud scream rang out through the building — one of filled with the pain and suffering. and who it belonged to was a familiar person to the three.

eleven hopper. 

the very thought that one of her classmates and friends were in danger made y/n’s stomach churn and her mind to run wild with negative thoughts. soon those thoughts became to overwhelming to the point where the teen girl couldn’t help but lose her breath. ms. byers could sense her distress and cupped her face in her hands, 

“y/n, focus on me. it was probably nothing,” she gave an encouraging smile, “probably the wind.”

“but you heard it, right? that was el. our el.” ms byers sighed. richie looked around the wrecked classroom, chewing on his lip nervously.

“ms byers, stay here with y/n and i’ll go look for eleven—”

“no! you stay here with y/n where it’s safe and i will find eleven.”

“stop it! no!” the two looked back at the h/c, her breathing was still erratic but she persisted in talking, “you can’t leave, i just found both of you.”

the kindly teacher had done nothing but give a genuine, sweet smile, “you’ll be fine. i’ll bring eleven back here safe and sound. promise.”

not allowing y/n or richie to protest, ms. byers had left the classroom. the two students stared at the door for what felt like hours. y/n had moved her head towards the corpse of the boy she had talked to. near his the bones of what used to be his hand was nearly touching a card of some sort. she crawled to it and took it into her possession. in fine black print were the words.

derry boys high school

steve harrington 

d.o.b.: 16 april 1996

grade 12 

y/n had let out a shaky breath before stashing the id card in her jacket pocket. she looked back to the door ms. byers had left from and mumbled words of hope under her breath.

please, be okay.

joyce byers had found herself in a classroom worse off than the one she left richie and y/n. one half of it was collapsed in, leaving nothing but a black abyss. she would’ve gone up the stairs but she could hear a wicked voice giggle in her head, “unwise to go upstairs, teacher.”

and so she stayed on the same floor. she had taken five steps in before a blue boy had appeared before her, a bored expression across his face. his mullet was a mess and he glowed. 

“teacher! you stopped cowering with the two in the other classroom, huh?”

she looked at the boy in annoyance. what did he mean by cowering? joyce bit her tongue and gulped, “i heard one of my student’s scream and i’ve set out to find her.”

“i see... regrettably,” he spoke lowly, “that won’t be possible. this school exists in a nexus where multiple dimensions overlap. it’s a single closed space in a sea of closed spaces. in other words, even though you may be in the same school as your screaming student, you and her occupy different dimensions... which means you two can never meet.”

“if one of you should die, perhaps your body... or spirit may move from one space to another... you can find a way of traversing the planes freely as they do,” ms. byers didn’t know why but the way the boy spoke the word they, sent a chill running down her back. the blue boy continued to talk to her, “consider this fair warning: even if you should find the exact spot from which your student’s screams emanated... she herself may not be there and if she’s not there’s not a thing you can do about.”

the boy spoke smugly but there was no indication in his expression that he meant to be. joyce’s eyes were filling up with tears of desperation, “but i heard her scream!”

“it is true other children have arrived here not long ago and by all appearances seem to be your students,” the boy shrugged, “but as i explained, time and space is fragmented here and it doesn’t behave like you assume — you say you heard a scream. that may have taken place a few minutes ago or perhaps in another space hours previous or maybe an echo from the future, who’s to say. or maybe with the phenomenon as it is; it’s possible two closed spaces can have some influence on each other.”

the young woman had clenched her teeth. this young boy was doing her head in. all she wanted was to find eleven and verify her safety, “it doesn’t matter! i can’t go on and ignore an antagonising scream like that! step aside!”

she charged at him and he disappeared. ms. byers had missed the glowering expression he gave her. she had looked around the room for any clues or hints that her student was near but to no avail. as she went to leave the classroom, a supernatural force pull her back in, slamming the door fast. materialising in front of her was the same boy she had just talked to except her glowed red with nothing but malice and hate in his lifeless eyes.

“step aside?! why don’t you fuck off!” his voice was now no longer monotone, but angry at her. the ground had started to shake once again. too focused on the earthquake, ms byers had failed to notice the shelf filled with cutting supplies slowly falling towards her body. the shelf itself was too heavy with the combined force of wat was pushing it down and so it caused her to topple too.

she felt the bones in her back all crack at once and her skin was being sliced. was it the scissors or the scalpels or the glass that was worse? she couldn’t tell it was all too painful to bear. the angry teen started to talk again, “in all the world, the most vile and untrustworthy are you schoolteachers. all you give a shit about is your own well-being! you’re not worried about your students! you’re just worried about being held responsible if something should happen to them!”

joyce couldn’t worry about his rant, only how much the weight was hurt her, “youre all the same... every single one of you! and i won’t be taken in by your lies!”

this caught her attention. taken in by lies? 

“when you see a problem among your kids, you just keep your distance because you sure wouldn’t want to get involved! have to keep up appearances, right? you just pick out the problem children and chip away at them until they drop out or get expelled! you’re not disciplining them — you’re just raging at them! there’s no teacher ever that’s actually cared about their students!” 

with what little energy she had, ms byers spoke up bravely, “-you’re... you’re wrong.” 

this angered him more and the weight on her back grew more heavier, she let out a yelp of pain as he continued raging, “all of your students are destined to starve to death here if they don’t succumb to this hellhole and kill everyone! it’s the only possible outcome. they’ll all die meaningless deaths like me! and they won’t be thinking of you when they take their final breaths i’ll even pass on a message as they die so — any last words?”

the woman used her energy to glare up at him menacingly, “d...don’t touch those children.”

the teen boy snorted than laughed maniacally like she’d said the most wicked joke, “come again.”

“spare my students... please don’t hurt them.” for some reason this angered him more and more, “please! i beg of you don’t harm a hair on their... goddamn... heads.”

her voice faded out but her thoughts didn’t. 

please please be safe, my sweet students.

  richie had finally stopped looking at the door to turn and look at y/n. minutes had passed and no sign of eleven or ms byers could be seen. y/n suddenly stood up, legs wobbling slightly but nonetheless she bravely stood, walking to the door.

“we have to go find ms. byers.” she mumbled. she soundly drained and tired.

“no way, ms. byers said stay here so—”

“we have to go find ms. byers!” her tone caused richie to flinch, “i just have a bad feeling... we gotta go search for ms. byers.” 

the boy sighed and shook his head.

“fucks sake, fine. but we leave a note for her. do you have pen and paper?” y/n produced a pen but shook her head without any paper. richie messily written a note on the teachers desk and sighed again, “alright lets get the fuck out of here.”

this was so long holy fuck-

anyways i finished writing this at 1am and i’ve scared myself writing so congrats! here’s chapter two! and if you want to be apart of the tag list, i ask or just like the post i made abt it or if i forgot you please tell me oksejhdhdhd

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In 1998 it became The Swatch Group, which now manufactures Omega and other brands such as Blancpain, Swatch, and Breguet. Renamed Société de Microélectronique et d'Horlogerie (SMH), the new group over the next decade proceeded to become one of the top watch producers in the world. Two years later, the holding company was taken over by a group of private investors led by Nicolas Hayek. The two companies completely merged forming ASUAG-SSIH, a holding company, in 1983. After drastic financial restructuring, the R&D departments of ASUAG and SSIH merged production operations at the ETA complex in Granges. It was the principal manufacturer of Ébauche (unfinished movements) and owner, through their sub-holding company General Watch Co (GWC), of various other Swiss watch brands including Longines, Rado, Certina, Hamilton Watch Company and Mido. Switzerland's other watch making giant Allgemeine Schweizerische Uhrenindustrie AG (ASUAG), supplier of a large range of Swiss movements and watch assemblies, was in economic difficulty. During this period, Seiko expressed interest in acquiring Omega, but nothing came of the talks. Weakened by the severe monetary crisis and recession of 1975 to 1980, SSIH was bailed out by banks in 1981. Omega Seamaster De Ville, an early "waterproof" watch, with automatic movement and date, in 14k gold In response, Rolex continued concentrating on its expensive mechanical chronometers where its expertise lay (though it did have some experimentation in quartz), while Omega tried to compete in the quartz watch market with its own quartz movements. While Omega and Rolex had dominated in the pre-quartz era, this changed in the 1970s during the quartz crisis, when Japanese watch manufacturers, such as Seiko and Citizen, rose to dominance due to their use of quartz movements. Omega tended to be more revolutionary and more professionally focused, while Rolex watches were more ‘evolutionary’ and famous for their mechanical pieces and branding. Up to this time, Omega outsold Rolex, its main Swiss rival in the luxury watch segment, in the race for "King of Swiss Watch brands", although Rolex sold at a higher price point. By the 1970s, SSIH had become Switzerland's top producer of finished watches and third in the world. Under Brandt's leadership and Joseph Reiser's from 1955, the SSIH Group continued to grow and multiply, absorbing or creating some fifty companies, including Lanco and Lemania, manufacturer of the most famous Omega chronograph movements. The economic difficulties brought on by the First World War led Paul-Emile Brandt to work in 1925 towards the union of Omega and Tissot, then to their merger in 1930 into the group SSIH, Geneva. Louis-Paul and César Brandt both died in 1903, leaving one of Switzerland's largest watch companies - with 240,000 watches produced annually and employing 800 people - in the hands of four young people, the oldest of whom, Paul-Emile Brandt, was not yet 24. By 1903, the success of the Omega brand led La Generale Watch Co to spin off Omega as its own company, and the Omega Watch Co was officially founded in 1903. Watches developed with these techniques were marketed under the Omega brand of La Generale Watch Co. In 1894, his two sons Louis-Paul and César developed a revolutionary in-house manufacturing and total production control system that allowed component parts to be interchangeable. He sold his watches from Italy to Scandinavia by way of England, his chief market. The forerunner of Omega, La Generale Watch Co., was founded at La Chaux-de-Fonds, Switzerland, in 1848 by Louis Brandt, who assembled key-wound precision pocket watches from parts supplied by local craftsmen. The workbench of Louis Brandt with a photograph of the founder