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How Many Times Do We Have To Teach You This Lesson, Big Man?! | AIRika | Trial 3.4 | Re: Arakiel

"Yeah. Yeah. I saw that coming, honestly. Makes sense, right? I'm the one who got endangered in the motive."

They can't even be mad at Arakiel for his accusation, honestly. It's annoying but honestly? It's fair.

"So, Ae-ra would have been attacked around 5:30PM based on the hemlock poisoning. I'm accounted for until 5, right? And it's obvious I didn't have the materials to make the hemlock during that time, Erik Azrael can vouch. Obviously, that's my boyfriend, so you might be inclined to not trust him. But consider this:

I actually went to the eatery with my rubber chicken with the plan to stab it. Why would I leave an obvious piece of evidence incriminating me at the scene? What kind of a cover is that? Okay, yeah, I'm stupid. Fair. But if I was planning a murder, I would've probably picked something way less obvious.

I also had no room on my person to hide the hemlock and the gloves along with the rubber chicken and my tablet. My outfit is tight and has tiny pockets, and my cape doesn't have any. I would've had to juggle all of this around.

They shrug. They know they don't have an airtight alibi like last time, but they hope this proves themselves.

"Also, I'm accounted in the eatery from four to five. That would've left me only thirty minutes to leave the eatery, grab the gardening gloves, gather the hemlock, go back to the eatery to mix it together, and then go to the fountain room. Doable? Sure, but I would've had to sprint from place to place. I also would've been seen in a lot more places if I had to go to all these places in that short amount of time, especially with the alibis we've heard. More people would've had to see me."

There's a moment as they try to think. What else can they do to prove themselves?

"The mess in the greenhouse accounts for how I got my clothes wet too- besides the rain. That was my mess, and nobody else has spoken for it. That proves I went to the greenhouse after my time in the eatery, meaning there's no way I could've been at the scene of the murder. If anyone went to the greenhouse after 5:35PM, they can attest to the mess. Even if the hemlock is from the greenhouse, yeah, I'd have no reason to spray water literally everywhere and incriminate myself further. That should speak to my alibi, right?

And then, Erisu saw me leave my room at 6PM, which proves I was away from the scene by that point- and definitely by the time Ae-ra was dead. Obviously the killer could've left before Ae-ra died, but that would've been risky if she found a way to survive."

They pause again. There's one more thing they can use to prove their point- as stupid as it is.

"Also. Okay. If I wanted to kill someone with poison, I literally had the easiest way to do it. Back when we all got here, I got this chemistry set in the gacha, except there were bottles of sealed poison inside. If you searched my room, odds are you found it. All the poisons would've been accounted for, too.

I had no clue how the hell to get rid of them safely, so they've sat in a box at the back of my desk all this time. Nobody has known about this except Erik A and Erik Azrael. I could've easily just used my poisons and then disposed of them discreetly and saved myself the entire hassle of cutting hemlock and mixing a paste. Would've been so much easier than whatever the killer did, and left behind way less evidence.

And besides. Do I look like I know what the fuck hemlock was before today? You guys think I could identify a poisonous flower, known the leaves were toxic, mixed a paste with enough power to kill, known that injection was a possibility, and then prepared it safely? I burned a fucking grilled cheese and I have repeatedly shown I can't cook or make food for shit. No way I could make safely a murder paste."

They have to agree with Arakiel on one thing, though.

"I hate to say it, but Ae-ra probably killed Erika Chen. Erika Chen was found dead before Ae-ra would've been realistically attacked considering the speed of the poison, meaning she was the only one who could do it. This, on top of her being seen in the place with the murder weapon and the letter with Arakiel's handwriting that only Ae-ra could've produced.

It's unfortunate. Fuck. But I don't see anyone else who could've done it."

[lucaniisdellamorte]

“My name is Farren Cressida Peg'asi, the only remaining child of King Fenris and Solar Queen Lucrezia, and all I want is a life that is my own”

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[makomori]

ALL 25 BITCH !!!! 🤍🤍🤍🤍 DONT BE A COWARD

airika u betta read all 25 of these quality af answers and I want ur thoughts on those pics b/c I’m lookin’ like a supa 90s baybee rn

1.       Song of the year?

Silhouette by Kana Boon (It’s still so stinkin’ catchy omg)

Caught Up by Majid Jordan

2.       Album of the year?

Weathering With You by RADWIMPS

If you have a chance to watch the movie PLEASE do b/c it had me cryin’ in the theatre

3.       Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year?

RADWIMPS

I got back into jrock/jpop LMAO I felt like I was in middle school again.

4.       Movie of the year?

Weathering With You by Makoto Shinkai

I was lucky enough to see it @ TIFF and it hit me on so many levels??? Like the animation was incredible, the soundtrack was beautiful, and the story was so pure!!!!!!!

5.       TV show of the year?

THE MANDALORIAN bruh like I knew it was gonna be good but holy shit Pedro + company killed that shit which goes to show you can never go wrong with a dad and son ting!!!!

+ Fire Force! I couldn’t wait so I caught up with the manga in 3-4 days hahaha.

6.       Episode of tv or webisode that defined the year for you?

SANCTUARY from The Mandalorian b/c Bryce gave me everything that I’m weak for

Also S4 of My Hero Academia has my ass SHOOK.

7.       Favorite actor of the year?

JOSE PEDRO BALMACEDA PASCAL like I’m honestly so proud of this goober!!!!! He gonna kill it in 2020 too like let’s goooooooo.

8.       Game of the year?

Yeet I didn’t really play much this year so I can’t say???

But lemme tell u my ass is gonna play tf out of Ghost of Tsushima and CP 2020

9.       Best month for you this year?

April b/c I started a new job where I’m treated like an actual human being lmao.

10.   Something that made you cry this year?

Okay honestly scrolling through IG makes me cry

But I’d have to say the Toronto Raptors becoming the 2019 NBA champions really had me on my knees and sobbing into the couch cushions.

+ the whole season of Queer Eye in Japan had me sobbing.

11.   Something you want to do again next year?

Go to smaller conventions!!! My bro and I went to the FanEx holiday market and that was honestly a treat.

12.   Talk about a new friend you made this year

So I started hanging out with a lot of my bro’s friends, and I really bonded with Hannah over anime and now Star Wars. She is honestly the sweetest and I’ve known her since I was little, and I’m so happy I got to connect with her this year.

13.   How was your birthday this year?

It was sosososo chill. I took two days off and had a self-care day + hung out with my aunt and the doggie.

14.   Favorite book you read this year?

Empress Game by Rhonda Mason

Yooooooo, this book is Star Wars on steroids??? I’m hoping it gets picked up for a TV series b/c it’s honestly incredible.

15.   What’s a bad habit you picked up this year?

Getting up late for work omg

That defs needs to change in 2020 b/c I wanna make big moves in my career and that starts with a good morning routine hahaha.

16.   Post a picture from the beginning of the year

17.   Post a picture from the end of the year

18.   A memorable meal this year?

Going to Ultraramen with Nyssa after yoga omg

I had chicken karaage + veggie gyoza + miso soup and it honestly warmed my soul.

19.   What’re you excited about for next year?

Trips!!! I’m planning to visit my cousin in Vancouver, a few friends in Pittsburg, and @chuckhansen is finally gonna drag her ass back to Toronto after like 7 years.

20.   What’s something you learned this year?

I learned to value the work that I do and to not make myself smaller just b/c people don’t know how to handle my light and energy.

21.   What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year?

Oh dang I got rid of my big ass bedframe, got a new mattress, and put all 112 Funko pops on display for the whole world to see.

22.   Favorite place you visited this year?

I went to this conservation area in Stouffville in the fall!!! Me and a few friends walked around for a while, and then I wrecked all of them in Uno after.

23.   If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be?

You are capable of taking on more that you know, and even when you do, always know that you’re not alone. People love tf outta you and they’ve got your back. All you have to do is be brave and ask for help.

24.   Did you keep any New Year’s Resolutions?

Hmmmmm, I didn’t really make any resolutions!!!

But I defs healed emotionally from a few ongoing issues and I’m gonna keep that going this year.

25.   Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one.

Omg so I’m completely in love with my girl Veyga Katsure b/c she’s gonna end up with Din ‘The D is silent’ Djarin at the end of this fic I may or may not finish hahaha.

She was a medical officer in the Rebellion and ends up helping Din and Yoyo when they’re stranded on Arbiflux.

[stardust-lightning]

Starchild: Dream Maker Chapter 6- A Satchel of Tools

      So the Dreamscape is collapsing and the Seven Elders are missing. That's one way to disturb your sleep…

It felt like the room became devoid of oxygen and everything stopped to a standstill.

“How...How is this possible?”

“My question is, how did they successfully kidnap the Seven Elders anyway? This means that since no one is in power, anyone can take control of Plasmatio and eventually the entire Dreamscape.”

“Right. Of course, Diávolos is behind all this. He’s the only one I know who can take out all Seven Elders. But how did the Nightmare Spirits escape from the Realm of Nightmares? The only way for that to happen though is that someone here has to have a strong connection to the Realm of Nightmares, to Diávolos, but it would have to be someone with a lot of power to pull it off...This isn't good…”

“It would be better if we thought about it more in the morning. Let's get some sleep while we can. I'm fine sleeping with other people, but don't try anything weird, 'kay?”

I didn't hear a response. I turned around to see him clutching the letter with a death grip and his face looking ghostly. He looks like he’s ready to cry.

“Zero?”

Out of the blue, he falls to the floor on his knees, holding his head and making shaky breaths like he’s hyperventilating. I immediately rush to the floor by his side, trying to see what was wrong. The poor thing is shaking so bad I can visibly see his trembling and his wide eyes flash fear in them.

“What’s wrong!?”

I realize immediately that he is having a full-blown anxiety attack. I place one hand on his stomach and the other around the back of his neck, trying to soothe him as his anxiety continues to attack him. His heart is beating so hard I can feel it. I quietly encourage him to take deeper breaths. I don't know much about anxiety attacks because I’ve only seen one in my lifetime, so I hope I'm doing something right.

“Zero, honey, breathe.”

It takes several full minutes before the attack finally numbs away and Zero is breathing normal again. I sigh in relief. It's actually stressful trying to help someone handle an anxiety attack because you worry if you're doing it right. I sit in front of him, taking his hands in mine.

“You okay?”

He nods as he takes his left hand out to wipe his eyes.

“That's good.” I smile at him.

“... Y-Yeah.”

We both sit in silence, staring at the ground.

“You, uh, wanna hug?” I ask gently, holding my arms out. He looks up at me, nods and comes in for the hug. I wrap my arms around his back and I feel his shaky arms wrap around mine. He lays his head on my shoulder, face facing away from me. I stroke his back calmly as I lay my head against his.

“Hey, um, if you need a chance to let your emotions out, you can talk to me.”

“A-Alright…”

“So what was all that earlier?”

“Oh, I j-just got panicky over what happened and my mind decided to make it worse by giving me horrible thoughts.”

“Oh.”

“Yup…”

I continue to stroke his back. A thought came to mind.

“By the way, this isn't weird, is it? It’s a little late to ask, but I have friends who aren't really touchy-feely people and sometimes I gotta ask.”

       “N-No! Not at all! I-It’s k-kinda nice, actually…”

“Gotcha.”

We remain in this position for several minutes. I hear him breathe quietly on my shoulder, implying he’s at peace. Eventually, we’re going to have to sleep. I tap his back to get his attention.

“You wanna try and get some sleep?” I yawn.

“Good idea.” He agrees as we get up from the floor and crawled into bed.

The rain continues to fall outside as it slides off the red terracotta tiles into the streets. That is the only noise in an otherwise quiet environment. Zero and I are sharing a bed with our backs facing each other. Zero is facing the wall and I'm facing the room and everything in it. We haven't said a word since the almost mental breakdown Zero had after reading the letter.

It was a couple of minutes before Zero made a sound.

“Psssst...y-you awake?”

“Yeah?”

“T-Thank you for being p-patient with me.”

“No problem.”

“S-Sorry for waking y-you up, just wanted to tell y-you that.”

“That’s alright.”

We finally slip to sleep as the rain begins to let up.

--------The next morning--------

The sun shone brightly in the window next to us. I blink awake to see the room become more lively with the colors now more visible than last night. I sit up in bed and wait a moment to be used to being awake. I turn next to me to see Zero still sleeping next to me with half of his face in the pillow. I smile and stumble out of bed to grab my galaxy coat. On the dresser, I find a tan satchel with a silver buckle and a small pin that depicts a rose with green leaves lined with gold. I open the satchel and find my sketchbook, a black paintbrush-looking wand with gold and silver lining, a white scarf, and a glass bottle that contains a mercury-like substance. The bed creaks behind me as I hear Zero sit up.

“Mornin’, sleeping beauty.”

“Good morning! What’s that?” Zero asks as he climbs out of bed and walks over to where I am by the dresser. He sees the items in the satchel and takes out the scarf.

“The scarf’s soft.”

“Yeah. I’m kinda curious as to what’s downstairs.”

“R-Right!”

After making an attempt to make the bed and putting our shoes on, I grab the satchel and swing it on me as I lead Zero down the hall and down the stairs into main room, which is the restaurant. Alena is helping another woman wipe down tables. Alena's father Santiago is wiping some glasses at the bar.

“¡Buenos días!”

“¡Hola!”

“Good sleep?”

“Yup!”

“Yes sir!”

“There's some churros on the edge of the bar if you want them!” Elena reminds us as she points to the plate. She puts the rag down and skips to the edge of the bar to grab the plate and set it on the table right behind her. Santiago joins us at the table to sit next to her daughter and the unnamed woman that was helping Alena earlier joins us at the table on the edge.

“This is mi hermana, Beatriz.”

Zero and I recognize the woman as the one who greeted us last night. The churro is still warm as they were made this morning. I take a stick and split it with Zero. I chose to dip mine in chocolate and enjoyed the sugary taste. Zero hummed in agreement as he happily chews on his churro stick.

“These are amazing!” Zero chimed in.

“Thank you!”

“Try dipping it in chocolate! It’s just as good!” Alena encourages him.

Zero does as Elena suggests and finds her idea to be a good one. We continue to eat the rest of the churros on the plate as the sun shines through the curtain. Outside, there are people walking around and there is the sound of hubbub in the streets. It is somewhat peaceful.

Peaceful, until we heard a BOOM sound like a bomb going off.

“SANTIAGO!” A man’s yell makes Zero jump in his seat and the rest of us brace ourselves. We all face the curtain as it is lifted by a young man who appears as though he has been running all over town, which he has. Santiago jumps from his chair and rushes over to the young man. The two begin to have a hushed conversation in full Spanish and their quick speaking makes it difficult for me to translate.

“I hope it’s nothing serious.” Beatriz chimes, worriedly.

I notice there are people running together toward something outside. I get up from the table along with the others and we follow Santiago outside. In the street, we follow the crowd down the street to an apartment complex where the front side facing the street is in crumbling ruins like something attacked the front. There is rubble of bricks and dust in enormous piles and the inside of the apartment complex looks like a tornado ran through. The noise of the crowd has mixed emotions, some confused, some shocked.

“Oh my God, what happened!?” Zero cried.

“Something attacked the front! Look at it!”

There are men scrambling to the rubble for looking for anyone who may have fallen victim and are buried. They toss away brick and stone away without so much as a hesitation. Zero makes a face that he sees something.

“Zero?” I turn to him.

“I see a hand!” He cries, pointing out.

“Where!?”

“Right there! Underneath that beam!”

The people around us notice Zero’s reaction, too and start to see where he is pointing at. They then direct the men to what Zero is talking about and work as a team to haul off the heavy steel beam. The men then proceed again to take out the rubble until the battered form of an older woman can be seen. Her skin is wrecked with cuts and bruises, and her body and hair are covered in dust. She coughs weakly as two men carry her out. Just as the men clear the scene, a woman screams in the crowd, pointing to the top floor of the complex, and we witness a ghastly sight to behold:

A solid-black ghostly being, four feet tall with blood-red half-circles for eyes, a Cheshire Cat-like grin, and scythe-blade hands stands on the edge of the building. There is a dark aura around this demon and his little giggle implies insanity as its sound is a creepy high pitch. It sways back and forth, staring at us down from above like it’s contemplating to jump off the building. The demon continues this act for several minutes, all the while the atmosphere becoming uneasy by the second. The demon then lets out an ear-splitting shriek of a laugh before jumping off and diving down unexpectedly right in front of the crowd. It lands with a rumble as it straightens up to greet us all much more in person. It then continues to giggle like a maniac in an insane asylum like the demonic abomination that it is.

No one in the crowd dares to move a muscle; we all stand too scared to move. One by one, more demons begin to pop up, some on top of buildings, others standing on the rubble and even some levitating off the ground. Counting, there are at least twenty of them in various places acting just like the first one:  staring with their bloody eyes and their maniacal laughing that increase the creepy factor of the situation.

I look over at Zero and his entire body is pale.

“What are these things?”

“A-A-Airika...t-these are t-t-the Nightmare Spirits.