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Salvager Chapter 5 (2): Home
“Shinoda!” Salvager screamed, kicking the Starving Silver android off of his leg, even as it ripped its claws into his flesh, its coagulated metal coating squirming like a storm of maggots into his blood. Fire immediately shot up his calf and the veins inflamed. “AAURGH--! RELEASE IT! RELEASE!”
...
Venom dropped to his chest over the lip of the door bank, snapping out his arms and only just barely managing to catch Salvager’s wrist in time. With a savage, windless grunt, he dragged the older man upward, practically throwing him onto solid ground. He himself scrambled back the very instant after, throwing his back like a shield over Salvager’s body as the man’s fifty summoned player boards split open and, with the sound of a thunder clap, all his inventory came hurtling out in a river of sheer metal. It was a terrible, screaming explosion. Salvager’s cannons, rifles, blades, bombs, and grapnels; his tools, projects, and batteries; his food, utensils, and first aid supplies--they all fell at once. 
The entire Tower must have quaked. 
Venom ducked his head and screwed his eyes shut. Salvager began to scream. Vaguely, Venom registered that that shouldn’t be right. Had he gotten hurt? Only once he pried his eyes open did he see what’d gone wrong. 
And the color promptly drained from his face.
Salvager’s pant leg had been shredded and, spattered alongside the pooling blood, was a wriggling stream of Starving Silver. He’d… he’d been infected? The man, veins bulging and hands shaking, was biting down his screams now, holding them behind his teeth, although the reduction of sound did nothing to make his expression anything less than a picture of pure agony. His eyes bunched, welling with tears of sheer pain, and deep claw-mark creases forked down the sides of his mouth and brows. Had he been hurt just now? Venom blinked, a sense of bitter amazement dripping against his skull, like a stream of water against a stone. Did this happen in the elevator shaft, just a second ago? He hadn't seen it. He didn’t know. When had--? 
And… Did that mean…?
Salvager had only…?
Minutes.
Venom swallowed with some difficulty.
He had only minutes.
The Starving Silver would eat its way into his nervous system and then chew apart his spinal cord, burrowing into his bones, brain, and organs, replacing his tissue, killing him from the inside out. And then it would take control of his corpse.
The spit he’d choked down met a wash of bile and Venom quickly lifted a hand to his mouth, gagging on the stuff as it reached his tongue. He couldn’t be sick. Not now.
“That… that last android got you?” he managed. “H-how?”
Salvager made to laugh, but it came out more like a strangled sob. “I-i-it’s bad, isn't it?” he choked, voice fracturing. 
Venom just stared.
“Th-thought s-so…”
“What do you want me to do?” he asked, hearing his own voice hitch as it passed through his chest, almost as if the sound was coming from somebody else. “I-I can cut out the wound. Or burn it. Or… or take the whole leg, maybe. I--”
“Just--!” Salvager barked suddenly, seething as the Silver wriggled farther up his body, bloating his veins and rupturing a foot-long length of skin. As his blood fountained from the wound, a high-pitched keening burst through his throat. His face contorted. His eyes screwed up like bottle caps. Hot, violent tears poured like rain from the corners. “Just calm--! Calm down, Venom!” he demanded. “You’re g-gonna make me panic!”
They were already past that point. Venom’s cybernetic knuckles locked into fists. “Do you want me to cut out the wound?” he shouted back.
“No!”
“Tell me what to do, then!”
“The leg!” Salvager screamed. “C-cut the whole leg off!” His hand fell to his knee, trembling like a bridge in an earthquake, and drew a lopsided line over the top of his patella. “Right--! Right here!”
Venom marked the place in his mind, biting into his lip, drawing his brows together. “You better be sure,” he sighed.
“I-I’m gonna--! Gonna get out of here a-a-alive!” the older man snarled, gasping for breath. It was a sincere, desperate effort to scrape out each word. “Whatever it--! Whatever it takes!” ...
Venom curled his awkward, knobbly metal knuckles over the hilt of his blade, feeling the energy it carried buzzing like a beehive up his arm. “Want me to knock you out real quick?” he muttered, measuring the trajectory of the cut in his mind, picking out the line where Salvager had indicated his leg be severed.
“Th-the pain… pain’ll d-do that j-just… just fine,” the older man groaned, digging the back of his head into the floor, eyes scrunched nearly to slits. “B-be fast, okay?”
“Yeah,” Venom managed, hefting his blade back, squinting through the hazy shadows its glow cast across the ground. They wrapped over Salvager’s exposed skin like tendrils of smoke, painting his writhing, inflamed veins with long streaks of gray. “Three…,” he swallowed. “Two… one!”
KRAK!
An energy burst collided with the side of his hand, turning his fingers to slag and flinging the blade from his grip. The orange glow spiraled. Salvager called for a gun. One fell into his fists as Venom tore his own from a playerboard. He spun in the direction of the shot. His trigger finger had melted. He couldn’t fire. Salvager, however, launched three succinct charges into their assailant’s torso. The lasers crackled like sparklers against his chest, fizzling out almost immediately. But the figure staggered and--
“What the heck, Valt?”
Venom lowered his gun, breath halting. Valt?
“Did your dexterity go up a rank or something?”
“R…?” Salvager choked, and Venom saw the blood drain from his stricken face. “R-Ran…?”
Their assailant stepped carefully forward, dropping his rifle so that its nose swung downward, clacking slightly against his side. He was tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in a black police uniform of sorts--an armored jumpsuit and jacket, overlaid by a thick tactical vest, and a shooting mask that concealed the lower half of his face. A ballistic helmet was capped over his skull, which he reached to unclip, his heavy, rubber-soled boots bringing him to a stop just beside Venom. “I’m glad to see you kept practicing,” he managed, dragging the thing from his head and letting it fall back against his fingertips. He was younger than Venom had expected. Thick blonde hair was matted to his scalp and his eyes were clear, the skin around them smooth and unwrinkled. The only mark of age at all was a hypopigmented scar, which spanned the bridge of his nose, just barely peering out from beneath his mask. “But, dang it, man,” he huffed, voice thick, eyes falling on Salvager’s ravaged, blood-soaked leg. “I really wish you’d take better care of yourself.”
Rantaro Kiyama
Shinoda chimed in--a little belatedly, Venom thought.
[ROAR]
Rank: N/A
Strength: S
Speed: C → S [TEMPORARY] 
Override code: SPRIGGAN
Owner: [STORM]
Endurance: S
Dexterity: C
Power: B
Inventory: A
TOWER CLIMB: COMPLETED
LEVELS ASCENDED: 193
AFFILIATION: Police
Unit: Tower Extraction
Salvager’s face crumpled like a sheet of paper and he let his disruptor pistol fall against his chest, raised arms collapsing. “Rantaro?” he gasped, a fresh assault of tears raining from his eyes. “Wh-what are you--?” His voice cut abruptly, choking as the Starving Silver rocketed through his calf, wrapping over his knee. The wriggling metal ruptured his skin and blood gushed from the split. He bit his lip, chest heaving in agony, a strangled cry wrestling out of his throat.
“Hey--!” Venom started forward, but then halted, knowing there wasn’t anything he could do. We’ll have to cut higher now, he thought, eyeing the gleaming, parasitic material growing out of Salvager’s patella. If we can cut at all. He let his gaze flicker to his newly liquefied dominant hand. No good. “Roar?” he turned.
The blonde man had hunched down beside him, the visible half of his face creased with worry. “Your ID’s Pomegranate, right?” he said, the words slightly muffled by his mask. 
“Venom.”
“That’s right. Sorry.”
“Can you cut Salvager’s leg?”
He stiffened. “No way.”
Venom’s brow furrowed. “If we don’t get it off, the Silver’s going to kill him.”
“R-Rantaro,” Salvager seethed, fixing the blonde man with a fierce, commanding glare. “You sh-shot off Venom’s… Venom’s hand. I need you t-to do… do it instead.”
A flash of guilt crossed Roar’s eyes--his gaze dropped to the melted remains of Venom’s prosthetic--but, simultaneously, his jaw set into a hard line. “I would, but there’s another way.” 
What? Venom bit his lip. Another way? You purged Starving Silver or you died--end of story. “I don’t--” he began.
“Valt,” Roar cut in, flicking a grave look at the cyborg. Hear me out. “Do you still have Shinoda’s Wings?”
Salvager’s strained expression tightened, his eyes cinching. “Uh--I-I don’t…”
“Open your inventory,” Roar ordered.
Venom cringed. They’d just emptied it into the shaft. “Roar--”
But Salvager did as he’d been told, summoning his blue player board at a perfect vertical angle, hovering at a good reading distance, roughly eighteen inches from Roar's nose.
INVENTORY
The screen read,
Capacity rank: SS
Capacity limit: None
Current items interred: 1
Lifetime items interred: 100, 802
Venom blinked. There was one left?
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It was difficult to distinguish from beneath his shooting mask, but Venom imagined a relieved grin lifting Roar’s face. “That’s amazing!” he gasped, eyes wide. “Okay--Valt--I need you to key for it!”
Salvager grunted, obediently trying to raise his hand. However, labored with pain and trembling like a sprout in a snowstorm, his arm reached its apex a mere six inches from the ground and could go no further. Venom grasped it by the wrist and pushed it higher, submerging his companion’s fingertips in the player board. “Try now.”
A second passed.
“N-not,” Salvager gasped. “Not w-working.”
“Could be voice activation,” Roar chanced, leaning forward, a deep crease forking between his brows. “Ask for it.”
Salvager whimpered--Venom glanced down, sickness stirring in the pit of his stomach as he watched a worm of Starving Silver dig into the man’s open wounds--but dragged down just enough air to grind out a request. “Shinoda,” he cried. “Give me your wings.” ...
Kento’s knuckles tightened over the guardrail and he bit his lip, leaning as far as he could manage over the safety barrier’s edge. Rain spilled down from his flattened, windswept hair, rolling into his eyelashes and dripping from the end of his nose. He was soaked even beneath his waterproof jacket, cold and shivering, and the fog of his breath clouded his vision. 
He couldn’t take his eyes away from the helicopter, though. 
It had descended from the Tower bare minutes ago and only just settled atop the landing pad. Its rotor blades were still spinning. The policemen manning the hundred-foot safety radius around it had yet to open the gates.
Dr. Kurenai and the police chief had assured him that his son would be inside. That he, Chiharu, Toko, and Nika would finally be able to see him again. Despite their word, though, a cold stone of fear still rested in his stomach, and half his mind had already prepared itself for the renewed grief at discovering--again--that Valt hadn't made it. Kento had been to this landing pad before, after all, surrounded by desperate families, all waiting with a slurry of dread and hope, ready to receive their long-lost members home. He’d been gripped by his wife and twins before, too, each of them watching for the helicopter, searching for the slight, dark-haired teenage boy they’d lost seven years prior. But, last time, Kento swallowed. Valt hadn't been there. 
Would it be any different today?
Was his son really in that helicopter, only one hundred feet away? 
Almost as soon as the thought occurred, the cabin door gave a jerk from across the landing pad and began trundling open. Kento’s heart slid into his throat. Chiharu’s gloved fingers dug into his arm. Toko released a semi-strangled gasp and stumbled up to the guardrail, his twin sister close behind, flinging off her hood and scooping her bangs from her eyes.
Their reaction wasn’t unique. Kento vaguely noticed the family beside them--the Zakuros, he thought; Dr. Kurenai had introduced them earlier that day--also running to the edge of the safety barrier, straining to watch.
Please, Valt… Kento prayed. Please…
Out jumped the first of the helicopter’s occupants. Rantaro. The blonde policeman landed easily on the concrete, bending his knees to take the added weight of his armor, and then turned, holding out a hand for the next passenger. 
It was a young man, light-haired and paler than a ghost. Through the rain’s distortion, Kento imagined his arms whittled down to points at the end, but that couldn’t be right. He gripped Rantaro’s wrist as he lowered himself down, taking the drop as easily as he might’ve taken a stair. His foot splashed into a puddle. He seemed somewhat stupefied by that. Even at a hundred-foot distance, Kento saw the survivor’s eyes widen, staring around at the storm. He hasn’t felt rain, Kento realized, knuckles closing tighter around the guardrail, in seven years.
“D-Delta?” 
Kento glanced through his leftmost periphery at the Zakuro family. 
“Delta! Delta!”
“He’s--! He’s right there! H-he’s alive!”
“He’s alive!”
“Delta!”
He smiled.
“Kento,” Chiharu whispered suddenly, voice breaking, her hold constricting over his arm. “He’s coming…”
Kento’s gaze snapped back to the helicopter, heart beating like a sledgehammer. Already, his chest ached. If it isn’t Valt… If he’s been left behind again… Both Rantaro and the first passenger--Delta--had extended their hands to the doorway and were gesturing their last companion forward. Kento held his breath. If he can’t come home…
A head, full of thick, shaggy dark hair, emerged from the shadows first, followed by a set of lean shoulders. Socked feet came after, padding up to the lip of the step. One of the survivor’s pant legs had been ripped to ribbons and he limped slightly, favoring his other side. But, using his companions’ offered hands, he managed to hop from the helicopter, out into the rain. On the landing, he staggered and Rantaro pulled him hastily upright. His face turned, for the first time, so that Kento could see. 
That’s my son. He stared across the concrete. That’s my son, he realized. That’s my son.
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SYSTEM! SHEN YUAN PT.3
Too tired to do my obligations, but too stressed out to sleep, so here we find ourselves again.
This, once again, got horribly long- so long, in fact, I think this is the longest post in this 'trilogy'-, so I apologize in advance (╥ᆺ╥;) I also apologize for the lack of doodles, but dont worry! Im preparing a special one for later <33
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After that night where SY offered Binghe an umbrella, things have certainly… changed. Unlike before, where SY spent most of his time mapping away at the ridiculously complex castle hallways and carefully marking away which times it was most likely for SY to be able to get close to Xin Mo, alongside doing his ‘servant’ duties of gathering dirty laundry and cleaning a room here and there, his routine had been suddenly adjusted; now, while he still needed to do everything he was doing before, his servant duties consisted of accompanying the chosen Wife Of The Day.
Or, well, that’s how one of the higher ranking staff had put it, that he was to attend to whatever wife Lord Luo decided to entertain for the day, but honestly, SY was starting to suspect that that had been a convoluted way for Binghe to have SY around whenever he wanted, which…. Was frankly quite worrying! To have the golden protagonist keep his eyes glued on his back almost every second they were in the same room, which - if SY looked back- usually led to Binghe looking away in a (bad) attempt to pretend he wasn’t glaring daggers at SY was more than enough for SY to think the Emperor was probably plotting his demise.
What else could it be? Specially with the way Binghe’s hand seemed to always be lightly tugging at the tassel on his hair every time SY caught him looking, he suspects Binghe had caught onto SY not actually being a servant, and instead that weird guy he saw before he fell into hell that one time. What if Binghe thought SY was somehow involved into the Abyss Incident?? Lord Luo, please have mercy on this servant!
Though, maybe the strangest part of it all, was that sometimes Binghe and SY would just… talk. Usually when the Wife Of The Day was doing something else (e.g. playing music for her husband, or practicing archery, or doing anything that didn’t involve LBH 100% at her side), Binghe would just start musing out loud about the strangest things. It started with questions that were all fair to ask, like ‘How come this servant is a human in the demon realm’, or ‘How come this servant has such short hair’ (SY bullshitted something about being a former slave) but eventually it shifted to questions that were a bit more… random. Or, well, not even questions, musings that Binghe muttered out loud but clearly wanted SY’s input.
It started with minimal things, like Binghe wondering about some type of monster he wanted to fight but he forgot how to do it without damaging the fur too much, which, after a minute of silence and a not-so-subtle look at SY, led to SY nerding out and saying not only the monsters weakness, but what could be done with every important part of the body. Though, the day after that SY realized how strange it was that Binghe was wondering that out loud, since he only fought that monster well into his time as an Emperor, and he swore he remembered one of the wives gushing about her new bracelet that was made from the rare bones of that creature just a few days ago…
Anyways, it continued with questions of similar nature: musings on how to kill a monster Binghe would have no problem killing, to what he should eat for dinner, to what gift should he get for Wife Of The Day. Of course, SY answered all the ‘questions’, and sometimes they even made it to having an actual conversation! Sure, it was a little stilted, SY could not figure out for the life of him why the great Lord Luo was interacting with a random servant, but one day it all finally clicked to him. Binghe had been in the middle of ‘musing’ about hair oils(??), when SY couldn’t help but interrupt him:
“Ah…. Apologies if this lowly servant is overstepping, My Lord, but does My Lord just want someone to talk to?”
A few emotions flashed through Binghe's face quickly enough for SY to not be able to decifer any of them, but eventually landing on a sheepish smile. "This Lord has been found out."
Oh, how cute! And how sad! SY had noticed when SQH was just showing him his shitty story how sad that LBH, even after getting the world to bow at his feet, never really had friendships. Sure, he still had all the love he could want, but sometimes people need friends to talk to, not lovers!
While he knew that he shouldn't interact with characters in world overlooked by the System unless they were transmigrators, SY couldn't help but feel that the situation was dire enough that LBH would turn to a no-name servant in this time of desperation. And it would be a great opportunity to study Xin Mo more closely as well! If SY showed LBH the wonders of friendship, maybe he could pass by his supervisor that he only had to do what was necessary for this world to not implode on itself.
Besides, who could even say no to such a handsome man such as LBH? Is as the old saying goes: what the protagonist wants, he shall have.
*
SY's friendship plan has been going great! After figuring out Binghe's intentions, it seems all of the protagonists reservations flew out the window, and SY was now responsible for being Binghe's personal retainer. Not that that meant too much, since Binghe liked to bend the rules to his liking, and some tasks that should be SY's responsability sometimes were pushed to another servant or Binghe himself made them (which, ???)
Mostly, SY stood at Binghe's side, served tea, was used so Binghe could bounce ideas off of someone, and tended to finer details. All of that very much manageable, if not for the weird mood swings LBH would have sometimes. Yuan, as he has told Binghe was his name after being too scared of the repercutions of using 'Shen', was to accompany him all the time, but sometimes not all the time, or else LBH would get moody; Yuan was to listen to LBH's ideas and plans, and should always comment back or else Binghe would feel neglected, but not too much or else, as LBH had put it, could 'bring back bad memories'; Yuan was to tend to LBH's night routine, even as far as to brush his hair, and if he refused LBH (again) get all moody, but he couldn't brush too much, and he had to do at least one braid but NEVER touch the old, frizzy braid that still had that damn tassle-
Honestly, it was a careful game of balance, which reminded SY more often than not of a child that got mad when their older sibling didn't quite understand the redundant rules they made for a make-believe. Any other person would get fed up, and probably scared of Binghe's constant mood swings, but SY had him all figured out, and his resilience proved to be useful time and time again, since most of the time after his sour mood passed, Binghe would come crawling back with the most pitiful face ever, and what was SY to do? As LBH's friend, it was his duty to hug him and pat his head! (And no one could judge him for that, since if he didn't pat Binghe's head, his mood would plummet all over again.)
Though... SY did feel kind of bad. He wouldn't be able to stay with Binghe forever, and would even need to potentially steal his all-powerful sword for a little bit so everything wouldn't get corrupted. Honestly, the only thing keeping SY from worrying about being labled as a traitor and potentially getting killed was that he would just go back to the System's office and go on with his life.
*
LBH, eventually, caught onto SY's plan on leaving - really, it was only a matter of time. After that fateful encounter with that other SQQ, LBH had found himself in rather pitiful state, questioning everything he knew until that moment and wondering why he couldn't achieve that happiness, and desperately trying to search for a SQQ of his own. He had contemplated going back to that first world, but what would it even matter? Even if he took SQQ by force, his heart would still be with that other LBH, and Binghe couldn't bear the thought that he wouldn't be everything in SQQ's world, as he had become for LBH.
Specially after Meng Mo had one day interupted his carefully crafted dream of an idelic world and pointed out some curious memories he'd almost forgotten about. That day, when back in his childhood, when he'd been beaten up by a buch of older kids and hallucinated a man in strange clothes before passing out and waking up protected from the rain. Or when he thought he'd lost his jade pendant forever, only to magically appear in the cabin later.
Or the strange man in the Immortal Alliance Conference.
After SQQ- SJ , that good-for-nothing scum- pushed him to the Abyss, he tried his best to never think about that day again, too scared by how weak he'd been, pleading to man that would sell his soul for one more night at that brothel of his if he could, but now... Now that he could mold his dreamscape any way he wanted, he could look back with a clear mind, which eventually led to the conclusion: It must have been the same person. The same strangely dressed man that helped him in his childhood somehow appeared at the Immortal Alliance again, and even had left provisions right next to where Binghe had fallen.
He'd convinced himself, after many, many years of wishing for a miracle, that he's simply imagined the man, one last thread to keep himself from going insane, but after meeting the other SQQ...
And then Yuan came in. A new servant that seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
It took some observation, and a lot preparing himself to face dissapointment that maybe he was just projecting, putting the image of someone else onto a random man, but that day, when LBH was wondering if he was just wasting time, that that beautiful dream of having his version of SQQ would not happen any time in this world, that maybe he really should just go look at other worlds; after all, if it happened once, it had to happen again, right? Not that it mattered in the end, since while he spireled, much to Xin Mo's pleasure, an umbrella was put over his head, and all his doubts had washed away.
Yuan had to be his version of SQQ, it had to be. And after all his effort of getting close to him, after going so far to keep Yuan at his side, even if he still battled with that his perception of SJ and the other SQQ sometimes overlapping with Yuan's image, even if he still wasn't ready to let go of that one braid, he was becoming more and more sure in his assumption that his SQQ had come to him. Everything was going as planned, and LBH was in track to finally begin to properly court him, and yet-
He was sure Yuan wanted to leave. He wasn't sure why, not how he would do that, maybe just dissapear like he had all those years ago and either only appear again 5, 10, 100 years in the future or go back to wherever he came from in the first place. But LBH knew Yuan wanted to leave, that he needed to complete whatever mission he had (after LBH managed to pry that out of his dreams, which where another source of confusion, with how absurdly difficult they were to even get a grasp of), and that, under any circumstances, he could let Yuan escape his sight.
Not again. Never again.
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Binghe had become even stickier in the last few weeks. Not that SY minded, it was very cute to see such a different side from the cool, badass Lord Luo, but SY was running out of time. Since Binghe became stickier, his mood swings had worsened even more, now not wanting SY to be anywhere that Binghe wasn't, and Xin Mo seemed to be thriving off of whatever was making Binghe extra protective, though it was becoming a genuine problem now, since Binghe suddenly refused to see any of his wive's to deal with the Xin Mo problem, and he seemed to be on the verge of qi deviation at all times.
In fact, the only reason Binghe hadn't already qi deviated was because SY was abusing his Personal System and chipping away at the qi deviation in Binghe's night routine, since it was the only time where he was physically very close to Binghe and could spend long periods of time manually coding away at the System screen without it looking suspicious.
But, as if that wasn't enough of a problem, since Xin Mo was having the time of it's life recently, the virus clinging to the sword was also getting stronger, leaving even more residuals all along the castle and bordering on infecting Binghe himself.
His Scissors where thankfully, repaired, and his sweet, sweet manager was even kind enough to send him some extra energy supplies, but at the rate the virus was spreading, he was worrying that he would have to deal with the source as soon as possible or else it would become to strong to deal with it in a non-destructive way.
He... Didn't want to leave Binghe just yet, specially since he wanted SY's attention more than ever recently, but...
No, he needed to do this; their time together was never supposed to be eternal anyways, and if he let the virus spread, he would only be putting LBH's life in danger, and he couldn't continue living with himself after that. He decided he would fix the virus at night, while Binghe slept, and by the next morning he would be gone - he would have, after all, just enough energy to go back to the office.
He just hoped Binghe would be able to forgive him later.
When night came, and SY got to doing the usual night preparations, it just felt like an extra needle being stabbed in his heart when, while brushing Binghe's hair, Binghe looks back uncharacteristicly anxious, and asks if SY can undo the braid and remake it. SY does, and if Binghe notices SY takes extra long to pamper him that night, he says nothing.
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When SY is sure Binghe is asleep, he sneaks out of his room and heads to back to Binghe's. Yeah, maybe he stalls a bit with snipping off every piece of the residual virus he came across, but one could argue he was just being extra thorough with his job.
The excuse, unfortunately, didn't last long and eventually he found himself in front of Binghe's room, staring at the door as if he was about to be sentenced to death. After a few minutes of reminding himself that he needed to do this, he took a deep breath and slowly opened the doors. Binghe usually slept with the sword perched right beside his bed, so SY would probably have to use the System and put Binghe in an extra deep sleep if he wanted to make sure the other didn't wake-
The moment he places a foot inside, though, he realizes something is wrong; the room is empty, Binghe is not asleep in his bed and Xin Mo is not besides the bed. Oh, oh no, had Binghe-
"A-Yuan." Binghe says, and SY nearly jumps as he turns around. There LBH stands in the middle of the hallway, not even in his sleeping robes, with a hand clutched tightly on Xin Mo's handle. His eyes are watery but no tears spill.
SY tries to speak but finds he doesn't even know what to say, he can't even try to deny that he's up to something, since his gigantic Scissors are just out an about. Still, he tries to make Binghe understand, say that he needs to do this, and after this Binghe won't have to worry about anything anymore. Though it barely seems like Binghe is listening, and eventually just cuts in when SY starts to say anything in his panic.
"This is what A-Yuan wants, right?" He asks, extending one arm and presenting the glitched out Xin Mo. SY doesn't even have the chance to find an excuse, as Binghe immediately continues. "Than take it."
"Wh- Huh?" "Take it."
He's so shocked he almost drops his Scissors. What does he mean 'take it'??? Binghe has to know everything that's at stake here! He doesn't even know what SY wants to do with it! He tries to say that, how Binghe shouldn't just hand the sword to anyone like that, but a sudden burst of energy set his priorities straight. Shit- The virus! It's growing by the second, at this point SY will have to cut Xin Mo-
"...Binghe, I-" "I don't care what A-Yuan wants with Xin Mo! Take it, use it, break it if you want, I don't care! But if A-Yuan takes it, than he will have to stay." "Binghe, that's not..." "Why not?! That's your goal, right? Do whatever it is that you want to do with Xin Mo? Than here you go, A-Yuan can do it, but I won't let you leave me again."
SY can't even mask when his eyes dart towards the tassle on Binghe's new braid. Binghe just clenched his jaw, but it feels like confirmation enough.
He adjusts his grip on the Scissors, and, as he has nothing else to hide, dispels the System's illusion, his simple clothes glitching out to reveal the System's uniform. Binghe's eyes fill even more with tears, but none fall."
"I... I'll have to go back, Binghe." "No." "Binghe, listen to me, I-" "No. No! A-Yuan will get Xin Mo, and then he will stay." "I-" "You will stay! I can't-" Binghe can't even finish his sentence before he has to choke out a sob.
The virus starts warping the air around it, and slowly crawling up Binghe's arm. SY's decision has practically been made for him. He lifts the Scissors. Binghe pushes Xin Mo forward.
"...I'll come back." "A-Yuan-" "I'll come back, Binghe." One single tear falls and his arm jerks, not knowing if he trusts SY's words or not. He still his arm as the Scissor blades encircle Xin Mo.
"A-Yuan..." "I'll come back, I promise." "..." "I promise."
"......Okay."
Shen Yuan cuts Xin Mo.
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absolutepjotrash · 11 months ago
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i love the percy jackson show with my entire heart and soul
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justcallme-ange · 5 months ago
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I saw a video recently on Insta of a knight riding around shirtless in a Ren Fair and was unable to do anything but recreate it with Techno XD This took me 3 days and 3 nights - just so I could see some bounce physics ;3
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I cannot believe I animated an entire horse - just to justify it OTL Please enjoy the fruits of my labor XD
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pixlatedvampire · 3 months ago
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hi the literal whole entire reason i made these was bc i watched this 10 sec clip on youtube pls watch
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kirby-the-gorb · 26 days ago
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#kirby#daily kirby#my art#digital#hal laboratory#nintendo#still yakuza lmao#I don't remember which day I started it but it was definitely no earlier than the 30th#I think I didn't start until I actually got holiday packages into the mail on the 3rd.#my partner started playing it like the day after it got released for switch#which I think was late october?#but he has like. a job. so he's just been playing an hour here a couple hours there yknow#we are both very much getting our money's worth though lol#I try to stop playing by midnight but I didn't manage that today -n-#I really wanted to find the last 2000 yen bill without looking it up but I was Struggling#(I did find it tho)#I've still got a decent amount of stuff left to do#even discounting the completion list stuff that doesn't interest me like the gambling#which I might at least try to do anyway#but we're both in chapter 9 of the main story now (although he's already a ways in)#(and I technically haven't done the last conversation of chapter 8 but I did all the actual Doin Stuff)#it sounds like there's probably 10 chapters from a thing I saw having to look up where majima was hiding the first time?#that's the only thing I've looked up so far though.#anyway I'm having fun#this is why I refused to start playing yakuza until I finished my holiday crafts.#oh wait I also looked up a clarifying explanation on one of the dragon moves you have to learn#I wanna do as much of it as I can without external guides#update from the next day I was incorrect about there being 10 chapters yay :)#more game for meeeee
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squirreltastrophe · 8 months ago
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I LOVE WHEN I GET TO DRAW PONIES FOR WORK!!!!!!
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demaparbat-hp · 8 months ago
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Almost
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deoidesign · 3 months ago
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Return date for my webcomic, Time and Time Again!
It's been set for a while but sometimes they change the date without warning, so I'll keep you updated if anything changes!
I'm extremely proud of the work I've been doing on it, I can't wait to share everything!
See you then!
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sbgyri · 2 months ago
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treebark chibis!
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sunflowersinheaven · 27 days ago
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new festive 🌶️ post on my patreon!
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