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get better : d.d
this was a request by a lovely anon, and I hope you’re feeling a bit better (or getting there at least!) and thank you for the request. obviously I took the idea into a direction I saw best, but I hope you enjoy it either way. masterlist (that will be organised soon when I have a chance to I promise)
Picking up the third tablet I take the glass of water to ease it down my throat. Out of all of the colourful endless named pills, this one is always the hardest to swallow, it is the one that determines me living until tomorrow.
For the past seven months, I’ve been living with this. This is my life now, being sick. I don’t want it to dictate my entire life, but sometimes it does.
Except he doesn’t see that. He sees me at my best. He doesn’t see me sitting with my cannula as I breathe in oxygen desperately. He hasn’t witnessed me vomiting profusely in the early hours of the morning as I cry, as I weep hysterically about this.
No, to him I’m just sick. And to him, I’ll get better.
Sometimes I wish I had his optimism. That easy-going outlook on life. I once had it too, when we first met.
We were children, some boy stole my toy so he gave me his to share until I was alright to be left alone. I don’t think I’ve ever been alright to be left alone since.
Growing up we drifted, but when we found each other in LA that was it. Since then things have only gone up, the toy we share tied between the two of us.
I sigh loudly as I focus on my reflection. The tiredness that never goes away and cannot be concealed by makeup. My whole body wracks with exhaustion, and I just have to laugh it off, blame it on being tired.
Sitting upright I place the tablets back into the cupboard, back into the order they have to be in as the labels remain faint but memorised off by heart now. I take two of the white ones when I wake up. The yellow one for nausea and the pale pink one in the evening to help ease my headaches and help me sleep. It’s my routine that he doesn’t seem to notice as his toothbrush sits next to mine.
“You wanna go to that theme park today? The others are down for it.” He calls out from my bedroom whilst I look at my reflection.
The thought of it sounds draining, but I can’t say no. “Yeah, I’m down.” I shout back, knowing he’s smiling at his phone as he messages Todd back.
I turn out of the room, grabbing my emergency medication and kit as a just in case, my last resort if all goes wrong at any point.
Sitting in his car I keep my eyes focused ahead rather than watch the cars rushing by on the other side of the road. “You feeling alright, you’ve been pretty quiet most of the way.” David comments as he turns the radio down slightly, allowing me the chance to speak up.
My eyes glance over to him as he keeps his hand lightly resting on the steering wheel. “I’m just thinking about things, that’s all.” I brush it off with a smile that pleases him enough to not ask anything else and we sit quietly, enjoying the music until we arrive at the entrance.
As he parks I let out a quiet nervous sigh. I clench my fists, ensuring I can still feel them and that my blood circulation is being effective for now.
We get out of the car and immediately I’m brought into too tight of a hug. As he pulls away his big grin makes me laugh. “Hey Zane, missed you too.” I chuckle as the expression on his face changes as he glances over to David.
“You feeling alright, Y/n?” Zane asks as he places his hand on my upper arm, focusing on my eyes.
Clearing my throat I nod and feel David rest his arm around me. “She’s been working overtime of late, catches up at some point.” David explains before I have the chance to tell the truth, which version of it I could’ve chosen to explain will now be unknown to all of them.
All of us head inside and everyone has ideas on what rides we have to go on first.
“No, we have to go on the Death Chamber!”
“How about the helta skelta?”
“Come on, that’s for pussies. Let's go on the rocking horse.”
Everyone is trying to drown out the last person, and I sigh before backing away and sitting down out of the way.
However, it doesn’t go unnoticed as I see David stand back and join me.
His eyes are so soft, so caring yet completely blissful as he remains unaware entirely. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay? ‘Cause we can always leave.” He tries to justify us leaving suddenly, but I shake my head.
“I’ll be fine. I just needed to gather my thoughts.” I push back the growing lump in my throat and stand up, rejoining the group. “Let’s just do the rocking horse, gotta start somewhere.”
Somehow they all agree as we head over towards the small queue for the ride as we watch and hear the high pitched whirring sound of screams blending together. It is the kind of sound that could easily make your ears bleed as it is enhanced by the velocity of the ride itself.
I lean against David who automatically lifts his arm up, bringing me closer to him. Usually, I wouldn’t mind, but right now it is making me feel more claustrophobic than need be.
Swallowing the growing lump in my throat I take a few deep breaths before the gates open and we all filter through towards the ride. Everyone is talking about it, about things they should film whilst we’re all here and how good it should be. Yet all I can hear is the sound of me trying to breathe as I reach into my bag for my emergency supplies.
A hand touches my arm, preventing me from going any further. “Sorry Ma’am, no bags on the ride.” The guard tells me as I plead at him with my eyes, but he simply shakes his head.
“Everything okay?” David asks as he walks back over, glancing to the guard and back at me.
I pass the guard my bag before smiling to David and following him onto the rocking horse.
We sit on opposite ends so everyone can get their reaction recorded. As we’re strapped in I feel the clamp cutting off circulation and I check my pulse before David holds my hand, laughing in anticipation.
“Ready?” He asks with a bright smile and I force back the panic within me and nod.
“As I’ll ever be.” I respond as I grab a hold of his hand, squeezing it lightly as the ride starts up.
Getting off of the ride we’re all swaying a bit. We all screamed, but the ringing hasn’t stopped in my ears.
“Y/n?” From afar I hear my name being called as I see everyone ahead, already walking perfectly fine. “Are you alright?”
I see the concern in David’s face as he reaches out towards me, and I can feel blood dripping from my nose.
And before I can react or hear him, everything goes black.
*
Around me, there aren’t any sounds of people screaming in excitement. The smell of the food stalls are a distant memory and beneath me is something soft.
“Hey,” Slowly opening my eyes I look up, seeing David sat in front of me. “I’m glad you woke up.” He says calmly as his eyes remain on mine whilst I move to sit upright, but he quickly moves closer, helping me to stay down. “Doc advised you don’t make any sudden movements.”
Looking around I realise we’re back at my house. We’re in my living room where I stupidly left a book on this under the sofa. Now it is on the table beside David. “So, you know.” I state quietly.
“I’ve known all along, Y/n. I, I just didn’t want to believe it.” He mutters before standing up, taking the book in his hand.
It’s a heavy book for the subject matter. All of it is filled with stories of potential loss or potential gain, depending on your particular condition. Mine at this stage could go either way.
“So why haven’t you said anything David? All this time I’ve been trying to deal with it and you just sat there, ignoring it?” I scoff loudly as I rub my face, seeing him pacing up and down. “Can you stop? It’s making me dizzy.”
David stands still before sighing loudly. “I, I didn’t want to accept it because I knew what it meant.” He says softly as he kneels down next to me, his hand lightly brushing my cheek. “I’ve seen your medication, I know about the emergency supplies and all the numbers to dial. I knew all of it.” He explains how he knew who to call when I collapsed, what I needed to take at that moment and how to deal with it in a rational way.
“You really did your homework, didn’t you?” I ask as I reach up slowly placing my hand on his cheek as he leans against it.
He smiles sweetly at me. “Well, this is one class I don’t want to fail, baby. I’ll always be here, every step of the way.”
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So i decided to do Speirs as my first official comeback fic. I think it has the potential for a second part so if someone could request it so i dont feel like i threw it upon people that would be great😂 but if people would like a second part please let me know👀 I’m nervous about posting this after so long so any feedback would be appreciated.
Basically the plot is secret feelings hidden by stolen cigarettes and i tried to be fluffy? 1.5k words.
Stolen Cigarettes
"Are you creeping around on me?" Ron asked to the apparently empty room, except for him of course. Y/N jumped out from behind a half-blown up wall, trying to scare him. She was somewhat successful, while he did jump, it wasn't out of fear or being frightened, he just hadn't expected someone to jump out from somewhere and cling to him.
Ron half expected her to follow him, it was as if she followed him around in this war to play innocent pranks on him. Y/N and Speirs have been friends since they first landed in Europe, Y/N saving his life on D-day. To say the friendship was unexpected, by the other men, and both Ron and Y/N too would be an understatement. Y/N liked the way he treated her, as one of his equals. He never for a moment doubted her capabilities or treated her like a fragile flower that needed to be protected or kept from harm, but he always looked out for her. It was a rare occurrence to see one without the other, Ron always had her at his side.
"I got you, Sparky.” She laughed as he tried to push her off him. Eventually, she untangled herself from his back and placed her two feet back on to the ground. Unwrapping her arms from around his shoulders, she grabbed the cigarette from his mouth, placing it into her own with raised eyebrows, daring him to do something. If looks could kill Y/N would be dead. He flashed her his signature death glare. The silent yet murderous way his eyes followed her every movement would have anyone fearing for their lives, but Y/N wasn't phased.
"I hate you." Ron blew out the smoke in his lungs, watching Y/N take the last drag of his stolen cigarette.
Y/N rolled her eyes at the man sulking before her. “You love me."
What she didn’t know was he did in fact love her, Ron loved her more than anything. He never expressed these feelings to her, deciding there was a place and a time and in the middle of a war wasn’t either. He just watched her and hoped she couldn’t hear his heart beating against his chest. While he knew Y/N didn’t mean what she said in that way, he couldn’t help but wish she did.
Ron watched her lips wrap around the end of his stolen cigarette and knew she was hoping to get one very last drag out of it before she had to put it out. He knew he spent too much time admiring her, but at the same time, he wondered what her lips would feel like against his. Would they be soft or slightly chapped from all the time she spent biting them?
“Making me your best friend was the best decision you have ever made.” The sound of her voice snapped him out of his thoughts, yet his eyes didn't leave her body. He never thought he could find someone stomping out a cigarette so attractive, especially the way her hair fell him her face.
He couldn't agree with her more, even if she was purely messing with him. While they were complete opposites at times, they were more similar than either realised. They knew each other as well as you could hope to know another person. Both knew what the other would say, or do, or how they would react before they had a chance to do anything. They were similar and by contrast, completely different from one another. Y/N was fierce like him, yet she was soft in ways he was rough. Whatever he couldn’t be she would be for him, and he would be whatever she needed him to be. He would be anything she wanted him to be. He would willingly surrender into the unavoidable feelings he held for her.
Y/N couldn’t pinpoint the moment she knew she had fallen for him. Maybe it was somewhere between the long nights they spent sharing foxholes and the playful bickering that unfolded between them behind closed doors. All she knew was the man that stood in front of her, her best friend, was the man she couldn’t live without.
"Shut up." Ron groaned with a badly hidden smirk returning to his face he rolled his eyes. They stared at one another for a moment, neither needing to say anything, just enjoying each others company. What both didn’t know was the other was trying to memorise every feature about them as neither wanted to forget what they looked like just in case the unthinkable happened. To break the silence he lightly pushed her shoulder forcing her to step backwards, her foot getting caught on a loose brick lying on the ground. She fell back onto her ass with a screech that could only be compared to a cat.
At first, she was unimpressed, the look on her face evident and her shoulders began to shake. He was really worried that he had hurt her, that she had survived months of bullets and bombs flying past her only for his playful shove to be the thing that got her sent home. The last thing he needed or wanted, was to hurt the person he loved, whether she knew it or not.
The fearful expression on his face was the thing that set Y/N off, the thing that caused her to audibly laugh. His facial expression made her wish she had a camera so she could capture the moment and relive it when she needed a reason to smile. Relief washed over him, and the breath he never realised he was holding was let out, his body relaxing immediately. He joined in her laughter, also finding the situation humorous. Tears were in his eyes, making it difficult to see the girl lying on the ground in front of him. Neither of them could stop, one look at the other caused them to start all over again. He never thought he would find a time to laugh during war, but here he was shaking with laughter with the one person he never intended to get close to, the person who turned out to be the unknown love of his life.
“Ron?” She called his name, holding her hand for him to help her up but he was still laughing and didn't notice. She called his name a few more times but nothing happened. Y/N took her helmet off her head and threw it towards Ron with all her strength. It missed him of course, he moved at the last minute, causing the helmet to land somewhere behind him. He continued to laugh and he began to walk away. “Don't you walk away from me after causing serious injury to me."
He was walking towards her helmet, to pick it up for her, all the while still giggling like a small child. Ron gathered himself enough to reach a hand out to her. With a small 'oh' escaping from her mouth, she took his extended hand when he returned the confused look she had on her face. He pulled her up with all the strength he had within him, causing her to crash into his chest face first with a small thump. With a mumbled apology, Ron looked down at her and only noticed how close he was to her when she looked up at him with her beautiful eyes. Neither one moved away despite knowing they should.
Taking a deep breath, it was Y/N who made the first move, and not the one she truly wanted to make. Instead of leaning forward to kiss him, she stepped back, but like they clumsy person he always reminded her she was, she almost fell again. Without thinking, Ron caught her in his arms as if it was instinct to keep her safe. A sweet smile crossed her face and once steady on her feet, she dusted her OD's off as best she could. After several attempts, there was no improvement due to the permanent layers of dirt that lived on them. She gave up, realising she wasn't going to get any of the dirt or grime off them. It caused her to wonder if a person like him could ever really love her.
Looking up at Ron, she nodded towards her helmet, silently asking for it back.
“Are you going to throw it at me again?” He ruffled her already messy hair, thrusting her helmet into her chest. As tough as she was, he was still stronger than her, and it almost winded her.
Y/N took hold of it, placing it back onto her head before he gave out to her for not wearing it, not as her best friend, but as her Captain. She punched his shoulder as payback for pushing her, and because he dodged her helmet when she threw it. ‘Asshole’ she mumbled jokingly as she pulled him by the front of his shirt towards wherever she could find them both a semi-decent cup of coffee.
"You stole my cigarette."
"I borrowed it, you big baby."
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an old friend
Vulcan Joseph x Fem!Reader
Pt two here
warning. wounds, blood, implied torture.
Banging on the door of the familiar building in the middle of the scrap yard was probably not the smartest thing you could do, considering it was after midnight and there was no moon in the sky, but you had no other choice, you had no where else.
The metal on the door scrapes as the flap moves and a pair half asleep annoyed green eyes look out at you. He takes one look at your scared, shivering form, and the flap slams shut. You hear many locks being opened before the door flies open and you gasp, getting a good look at the man. “What’s going on?” he asks and you take a step towards him, your legs give out and you fall forward, he catches you in his arms and takes you inside, laying you on his couch, noticing bandages on your arms. “I had nowhere else to go. I’m sorry. I know it’s been a long time” you watch as black spots cloud your vision, he kneels down next to you and places the back of his hand on your head, frowning when he feels how you’re burning up. You reach out and brush your fingers across his neck tattoos “sexy” you say and then giggle softly before everything goes dark, the pain in your arms, legs, and back finally feeling a little relief in sleep.
You wake with a start, gasping as you fly up and a wet washcloth falls from your forehead. You try and catch your breath as you look around you, remembering last night as you took in the room that you guessed was Vulcan’s. as you throw your legs over the side you groan from your shirt moving against your back and you can feel your arm bandages stuck in your wounds. You find a bathroom but couldn’t find a first aid kit but you did find a new toothbrush in the package which you were grateful for. after cleaning yourself up a bit you tried to find your way out, going up a few different sets of steps, following the sounds of drums.
Your feet on the steps above him has him stopping his actions as he sets down his wrenches and takes off his mask. He spins around in his stool just as you enter the room. You very obviously look him over, going from his strong thighs to his even stronger arms and chest, when you finally make eye contact he has his eyebrows raised and your cheeks flush. “We should talk” you say and he nods.
In the kitchen you sit opposite him at the table, sitting on the edge of your seat with your arms gingerly in your lap. he places a cup of coffee in front of you and you take a sip before sighing and meeting his eyes again. He’s silent and you didn't think he’d be otherwise after the last time you saw him, when you left him. As you look into his eyes now you remember that night like it just happened.
he grabbed your hand to stop you and you sighed “Vulcan. We are best friends and have been since kids, but I need to do this. I can’t just pretend that I don't have something to offer. I want to use my powers for good. To find out the truth. I’m sorry” you rip your hand from his grasp and push the door open, not stopping it from slamming shut behind you. After that he found that you joined Company Three as a second gen and engineer, which just absolutely ruined him. ‘Another person to betray me’ he thought.
“From the beginning then” he nods and takes a sip before folding his arms across his chest which now has a shirt on it. You take a huge swallow, the boiling liquid burning your tongue and throat “when I left a year ago I traveled from place to place, I eventually ran into Obi Akitaru from the 8th and we devised a plan. I want to expose the truth and fight for what's right and he suggested I offer my services to the 3rd because I had no other ties to anyone. I lied about knowing you i lied about my family, for the last year all i have had were lies and violence and pain. But i was so good at the act, so good at pretending for them that I almost had Giovanni eating out of my hand” you raised you hand and stared at your palm “but then he asked me” your voice cracks “he asked me to” your eyes well up with tears and you look at his face again, taking in everything about him that was different and everything that was the same. You clear your throat but the tears dont stop “he asked me to convince you by any means necessary to have you join them at the 3rd '' his eyes widened and his arms relaxed but didn't fully uncross them. Your eyes never leave his as you finish the story “I said yes, I said yes because I thought that I couldn't have him choose someone else and the only option was to say yes. For a split second though, I hesitated. I hesitated and he saw the confliction in my eyes. He took me to his room then, dragged me actually, and he” you gently roll up the edges of your long sleeves to your elbows, exposing an array of bandages “well, you should see you my back and shins if you really want to know” your eyes meet his again and you can see the pain in his, they are misting over with unshed tears as he looks at your arms, his hands trembling. “He untied me to let me use the restroom and when he wasn’t looking I jumped from the window and ran. that was” you swallow hard “that was 2 days ago I think. I have been running and I hadn’t slept. it’s why i passed out” he gets up and finds the first aid kit under the sink before pulling a chair up right next to yours and turning you to face him once he sat.
His nimble fingers got to work, peeling off tape that held bandages made out of paper towels to your skin. You hiss when they get stuck on the scabs, the blood connecting it to the paper solid as cement. He grimaces and feels his heart drop and tingles run up his spine. He brings you over to the sink to run warm water slowly over the bandages until they move around easily and didn't cause too much pain.
When you get back to the table he can finally bring the wet bandages away and the scene makes tears form in his eyes “oh y/n” he says and you bit your lip “please believe me Vulcan. I’d never betray you” you whisper and he nods swiftly “I believed you the moment i saw your eyes” he said as he pours some peroxide over your wounds. Deep gashes in your arms that would definitely scar, he had no idea what to think of your legs or back. He notices now that you are sitting gingerly and not leaning against the chair. “The ones on my legs were the oldest so they don't hurt anymore. Would you mind helping the ones on my back?” you ask in a whisper and he feels his heart break.
“I’m sorry for coming. I’ve put you in too much danger. I’ll leave after you’re done” you say as his hands swiftly care for the few wounds on your back. He cleanses and you hiss and arch your back. His hand gently holds your shoulder and he brushes his lips across the back of your neck. “Vulcan” you whisper “don’t talk about leaving now. We will figure out what the best option is after i make you something to eat” you nod and grit your teeth as he spreads neosporin and puts on bandages.
He helps you slip your shirt back on and then comes to stand in front of you, holding your cheeks gently in his hands “y/n” he whispers, his green eyes filled with an unknown emotion. You place your hands on his wrists “I’m sorry. I should have found another way and I should have done it with you. I never should have left” his eyes fill with tears that fall when he blinks “we’ll figure it out okay? Together.” You nod in his hands and he wipes away your tears as you stand up, reaching up to brush away his.
A year ago you left, at the cusp of your friendship be someone something more. You knew you loved him but you ran away claiming to want to find the truth. You were a coward. One of his hands snakes around to your lower back and he presses you towards him. When your stomachs connect you chuckle and blush, he smiles down at you. “Is this the wrong time to tell you that I’ve never stopped loving you?” You whisper, your thumbs brushing his cheek bones as his eyes widen. “When did you start?” he asks and you chuckle “ my 13th birthday. you made the thing that spit out bubbles from a bunny mouth and you couldn't make it stop and..” “and i had to smash your gift 20 minutes after giving it to you” you laugh and nod “yeah. Then. of course I have had a lot of time away from you to really pinpoint the very first day. I realized I was in love with you 18 months ago when you made me a pancake that looked like a bunny and you made it’s tongue out of a strawberry. I've never stopped thinking about you” his eyes flick down to your lips for a second and your heart beat skips, the stinging in your arms and back seem to fade to nothing as he leans closer to you.
“Vulcan who’s this?” you take about three steps back in a hurry, knocking down a chair and hitting your back against the fridge. You can feel one of your wounds open again as heat pools out of a cut but you can’t focus on it, your eyes are stuck on the gorgeous redheaded girl with tattoos in the doorway, a boy behind her looking over her shoulder at you. You reach up quick and brush away any stay tears as you take in a big breath, it didn’t seem like he was going to respond but before you can say anything he says in a rush “this is Y/n. an old friend is all”
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jason had just settled onto his couch with a jane austen novel and his favourite peach iced tea when damian crept in through his window. he sighed internally and decided to simply ignore him. he had told damian to use the front door (nevermind the fact that jason rarely used the door) and more importantly? he was freaking comfortable. after a few minutes as jason flipped idly through the book, damian cleared his throat. jason sighed again, outwardly this time and reluctantly dragged his eyes up to his youngest brother. baby bat was shivering slightly from the rain outside and jason simply rasied an eyebrow as he sipped at his tea. scowling, dami stomped over to jasons bathroom to dry off. he rolled his eyes. how dramatic. damian was acting like he sentenced titus and alfred the cat to their deaths instead of how he was actually saving jason from deep cleaning his rain soaked carpet. (he was still going to deep clean the carpet the next time he tidied up but still)
when damian stalked back into the room, looking less like a wet, angry kitten and more like a dry, angry kitten, jason titled his head back and established eye contact.
"so what brings you over to my neck of the woods, demon spawn?"
instead of snapping back like jason expected, damian simply stood there looking extremely uncomfortable. he shuffled his feet, opened his mouth then closed it and sat next to jason on the couch he splurged way too much on.
"i don't know how to tell you this" dami began, hesitant "but i believe harper is experiencing thoughts of suicide"
jason jerked up, almost knocking over his tea (and what a damn waste that would be) before fixing damian with a look. he hadnt noticed anything different in roy lately but he knew more than anyone that depression acted strangely and was hard to pinpoint. his mind raced with thoughts of why roy might be suddenly suicidal, from a sudden relapse to not getting a happy meal toy included in his 3.99 box of clogged arteries. "why do you say that, damian?"
"i have been keeping an eye on his health since he became a close confidant to you and last night he said something worrying that i am still not able to parse the meaning of" jason smiled lightly at that, in damian speak he was basically declaring that he cared for roy- if for nothing else than for how happy he made jason. still he shook it off and asked what roy had said that was worrying dami.
"he was patrolling last night" jason knew that. roy had been picking up his patrols since jason had a nasty leg wound. it was the reason he wasn't out tonight. "and he was on the phone with an unknown person, though i am inclined to believe it was either Starfire or Canary" okay, still not surprising "and then he said that the only place he could die happy was between your thighs" oh hello blue screen. yes jasons mind was in the middle of rebooting but could you hurry it along? he almost missed what damian said next. "not only does he wish for death upon himself, he wishes for you to give it to him!"
"damian" jason managed, frantically trying to figure out a way to explain to his baby brother without including his sex life. "uhh its just an expression"
damians face brightened up slightly. "really? he does not wish to smother himself between your thighs?"
"yeah, its like...like just a way to say... mind your business? mmhmm" he struggled to get out, pulling an explanation out of his ass.
"you have told father to mind his business a thousand times but i dont recal you ever using that one. is it new?"
oh god. jason would rather die again than continue this conversation.
"uhh its only used if you're close to someone" jason didnt know what he didnt wrong but dami's eyes widened in clear worry. "i thought you and father were reconnecting? has something happened? are you fighting again?"
well shit. jason had not thought this one through. fuck roy and fuck his mile wide kink that centered around jasons thighs. he was going to kill him. and he wouldnt even use his thighs. "oh nonono dami we're fine, just not as close as me and roy" he hedged, pleading to gods he didnt believe in to stop this conversation with whatever means necessary. strike him dead if need be but *please*. damians eyes narrowed "and exactly how close are you with harper, jason?" jason stared in disbelief. how had his nice relaxing evening turned into such a shitshow? damian was fine with roy when he and jason were just friends but now that he was (correctly) assuming a relationship, his over protective instincts were kicking in? christ. he remembered how when dick and babs finally started dating (again), damian seemingly lost all respect for her and called her an evil harlot more than once.
thankfully he was saved by answering in the form of the best person jason had ever met aka duke thomas. he announced his presence by awkwardly coughing. jason met his dark eyes and mouthed 'help me' over damians head. duke smiled as if it was getting pulled out of him by torture but nodded.
"hey dames, dick wanted you to join him by the docks when you finished up here" damian scowled "cant you see i am clearly not finished yet"
"hah, well dick was facing up against scarecrow and i think he needed some back up but you know him"
"yes, he wont admit he needs help when he very clearly does" damian sighed "very well, ill go check on dick. you stay and question jason. " and with that damian clambered out the window and after he disappeared from sight, jason threw his head back to stare at his ceiling and groaned. duke laughed at him.
"hey daisy duke?" duke grumbled at the nickname and jason cracked a smile "how did you know i needed back up?" duke winced and ran a hand over his dreads. he made a face and jasons soul was slowly draining out of his body. "oh haha funny story" duke rocked back on his feet and faked laughed "damians com was still connected to the channel" jason froze.
"who was on the channel oh my god" duke smiled thinly and his hand paused on his head. "other than me? everyone." jason buried his head in his hands and let out a high pitched whine. duke consolingly rubbed his shoulder. this is why jason loved him. he hadn't even laughed at jason like tim, dick or steph would or started plotting death like damian started to. he and cass would just offer support. jasons favorite brother and sister right here folks. duke sat down beside him
"listen. i know what it's like to be outed when youre not ready and when i heard damian grilling you about roy, i thought i would help" jason turned and stared at his brother. duke was staring at his hands and avoiding eye contact. "i got caught with a boy when i was 15 in high school. its pretty shitty to be gay and poor in a homophobic neighbourhood but its worse to be gay, poor and black." jason knocked shoulders with him. "if you tell me the name of whatever asshat outed you, I'll shoot him for you." duke let out a waterly laugh. "they kept bullying me for being gay but if they even listened, they would have realised that im pan" he joked "its a completely different thing after all". jason snorted
"that was horrible"
duke winced "yeah, it was wasnt it. im bad at this" it was jasons turn to avoid eye contact now.
"talia once caught me with a league operative. a male operative. i was so paranoid for days until i caught shiva leaving her rooms. i got the courage to tell her i was bi and she just patted my cheek and asked how my training was going."
duke huffed out a laugh. "bruce gives you shit but i for one think your lesbians moms are cool"
jason laughed with him "just wait until you meet Ducra. shes a badass"
"ducra?" he questioned with a weird look. "how many moms do you actually have? i knew about diana and your assassin moms but thats a new name" jason burst into laughter at the expression on dukes face. "its not fair man. steph is the only other one with a mom and you have four! you need to share" jason choked on his laughter and shoved duke.
"first of all, its only *three*. ducra is like my badass abuela"
"dont you already have a badass grandma? have you forgotten about Ma Gunn? she threatened to shoot bruce in the dick last week!"
"yes well excuse you i need strong female role models in my life, fuck you" the two of them continued to joke around for a little while longer before jason caught a flash of black kelvar outside his window and sighed. duke followed his eyes and smiled before patting jasons shoulder and pushing off. "have fun with the one strong male role model in your life. im going to see if cass needs help" both of them knew that cass wouldn't need help but jason accepted the excuse for what it was. "me and steph are still coming over to study tomorrow. college is kicking my ass and i need you to explain this English assignment to me"
jason scoffed "im not writing your essay for you"
"eh worth a try. bye jace" duke gave a two fingered salute and slipped out the window. jason took the brief reprieve to sip his tea and mourned when he discovered the ice had melted and watered down the peach taste. for the third time that night, someone crept into his window. oh well. third times the charm right? jason wasn't going to acknowledge bruce until he said something himself. it was a repeat of damian. jasom read his book as it got increasingly uncomfortable.
"jason."
"bruce" jason drawled, not lifting his eyes from his book. bruce grunted like the neanderthal he was and jason finally huffed out a heaving breath before marking his page and looking up. bruce looked supremely uncomfortable. actually his face looked exceedingly neutral but jason knew how to read bruce and that was the brow furrow of how do i deal with jason without fucking it up? jason was well famailairsed with that one.
"you know i love you" jasons own eyebrows rose. bruce only said 'i love you' like four times a year tops. and he usually never wasted it on jason. bruce deflated at whatever face jason must have made. goddamn it. this was why jason always fought with bruce with his helmet on, he couldnt control his facial expressions for shit. "no you dont know that." bruce smiled thinly and to jasons suprise, quickly crossed the room and knelt, placing his hands on jasons shoulders.
"even if you dont believe it, and its my own fault that you do and i hate that i ever caused you to even doubt my love for you, i swear that i do, jay lad" jason was completely frozen. he had expected bruce to yell at him for letting roy go unchecked on patrol last night and how irresponsible he was yada yada, not this declaration of feelings that he had no clue how to deal with. he couldnt remember the last time bruce called him that. it had to have been when he was still in those scaly green panties and pixie boots. and not the adult verison that jason picked up from a halloween store on a whim just to see roys eyes.
bruce sighed and drew jason into a hug. when bruces shoulder started getting wet, jason was horrified to realise he was crying. "i wanted you to know that i wouldnt love you any less for loving a man. but you have to know that i love you in the first place for that to happen" bruce said self deprecating.
"shut the fuck up" jason said sniffling and gripping his dads back. "i hate you"
bruce laughed softly at him before pressing a kiss to the side of jasons head. "i want you to know that i expect roy-and you- over at dinner on sunday. i need to meet the man that stole my babys heart" he murmured. jason laughed wetly "youve already met roy, you just want to con me into actually coming to family dinner"
bruce smiled "that was before i knew you two were dating. roy needs to know what hes getting into" jason leaned back enough to stare into bruces eyes and weakly punched him in the chest "dont threaten my boyfriend. he refused to look at me for two weeks after t was done with him" bruce sighed longingly "its times like this when i remember what caused me to love talia in the first place."
"bruce!" the aforementioned man laughed and hugged jason tightly before stepping back a few steps. "Sunday dinner. you and roy. 8 pm." on a whim jason reached out and snagged bruces hand. "hey" he started, swallowing "you wanna stay for a while? we could watch a movie or something" bruces eyes softened and he nodded. "let me change out of the suit."
and if roy had crept in after patrol only to see jason napping on his dads chest to a shitty action movie playing in the background and took several pictures, well that bruces fault for not waking up when roy stumbled it. (nevermind the fact that bruce had every single one of those pictures saved on his phone) (nevermind the fact that after roy put his phone away, he was greeted to the sight of batman glaring at him as he twisted a batarang around his fingers. it was sorta ruined by the fact that jasons curls was hiding the lower half of his face but roy was still adequately terrified)
#jason todd#roy harper#jayroy#jayroyweekend2020#jayroyweekend#day 2: pride#bruce wayne#damian wayne#duke thomas#this is self indulgent#this is self care#bruce is trying his hardest#and he is succeeding#i was listening to about love by marina and the diamonds#its so jayroy#its not mentioned but diana took jason to his first pride as robin#bc he told her and only her#talia and shiva took jason to his first pride after he was resurrected#damian will cut someone if they think dirty thoughts about his brothers#once he learns what dirty thoughts are#but kon is next#jason looks up to 20 female figures and only one male figure (its bruce)#(dont tell him)
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[bulletproof glass part 4] part 3
a/n: its 5am. i needed a study break. this is terrible. im very disappointed in myself but also not sure if i can put anything out thats better. i have failed, please dont hate me :(
god, do they even teach them how to shoot?
san smirks, easily dodging a badly aimed bullet from a poorly hidden sniper. not really a sniper at all, if you ask him. just someone too cowardly to come down and face the action on the ground.
weakness.
in the chaos of a building carpark, there are guns blazing and shouts echoing, the occasional yell of pain or shattering of glass as these terribly trained excuses of henchmen hit a car instead of their intended human target.
it’s music to san’s ears.
to his left, he registers seonghwa, barrelling towards him with a wholehearted intention to get him into a car and to safety, but san is just starting to have fun.
he takes down two guys who have at least a foot on him, but he barely breaks a sweat. adrenaline is pumping through his veins, and he thinks that maybe he doesn’t have to smoke tonight to be able to get high.
this is his drug. san is addicted to the danger of it all. it’s messy and wonderful, a dance that is ingrained into san’s brain and burned into his muscle from years of first hand experience. choi san is talented, and he’s about to show it.
he sees seonghwa veer sharply to his right, and he spares a glance in his direction. just in time to see seonghwa gun down two guys who were surrounding hongjoong, trying to take him down. the leader was to be captured alive, no doubt, to be used as leverage. if his father was here, these guys would be all over him like hyenas to a carcass. but he isn’t, content to let san and seonghwa handle tonight’s minor matters.
he’s mine.
the words thrum in his ears, fuelling his slightly fatigued muscles to keep going until all their enemies were down. he was the next in line to inherit the choi name, and he sure as hell was going to make his name known to everyone in the underground.
and perhaps the child in him still preens under his father’s praise, and he’s greedy for more.
but san is amused by the sight of seonghwa fumbling in his attempt to get to hongjoong, his usual grace lost in his worry. he almost reaches out to hongjoong, then freezes and recoils like hongjoong at shot him. san feels a stab of pity, but also a brief inkling of scorn
this is what affection does to you.
hongjoong had come with few guards, despite knowing that there was a high chance that this deal would go south. perhaps he trusted san more than he let on, or he thought that san had a bigger target on his back, and he would be able to escape unscathed if it came down to it
or, san thinks, maybe he knows someone here will die to protect him.
a hand comes flying out of nowhere, barely missing san’s face, and san whips around faster than lightning. he grabs the wrist, and is about to twist and snap it when he registers the face in front of him. a smile curls onto his face.
“we’re allies here, did you forget? how can it be acceptable to try and take me out?”
“wasn’t trying to take you out. distracted. person shooting. wanted to get your attention.” yunho is speaking in breathless pants, sweat beading on his forehead. he grabs san and tugs, and san finds himself going willingly. he lets himself get pushed behind a pillar, as yunho scans for more aggressive men in black.
there’s a feeling san can’t pinpoint blooming in his chest, and he shoves it away, letting his god awful flirtatious nature come up as a defence.
“so sweet of you, darling. but you look more tired than me. i’d have been perfectly fine, but i appreciate the sentiment.”
yunho doesn’t realise he’s stilll holding san’s wrist, too busy being on the lookout.
“shut up.” he scowls
san sees a brief release of tension in yunho’s shoulders when he spots hongjoong safe, a few meters away surrounded by the remainder of his guards.
“you should go join them, sweetheart. it’s time for you to flee.”
yunho’s eyes snap towards him, and he angrily spits, “we’re not fleeing, you bastard.”
san wants to laugh again, because infruriating yunho is so, so enjoyable. “i didn’t mean anything. they’re all gone, anyway. we won. no point staying around for the cleanup.” he lifts his wrist to yunho’s eyes, and they widen exponentially. yunho drops his wrist and steps back, putting some distance between him and san. san decides he preferred it when yunho was pressed against him.
yunho makes to walk away towards a gesturing hongjoong, but san’s the one to reach out this time.
“thank you, yunho. i appreciate it.” yunho seems surprised by the sincereity that laces san’s words, but he quickly reminds himself that san is more than a proficient liar. he pushes san’s hand off his wrist, suddenly wishing he hadn’t tried to help.
stupid, stupid yunho.
“and don’t worry, baby. you always have my attention.”
and there it is, classic san. can’t have a conversation without dropping some kind of comment that made yunho’s skin crawl. yunho flinches, and walks away. san is staring after him, his lips upturned.
yunho picks his way through the bodies littered on the ground, trying to ignore both the vast amounts of blood, and the way that his ears are burning.
if hongjoong notices how red he is, he presumes that it’s from the physical exertion. he’s scanning yunho for injuries, relieved to find none. regardless, he pushes yunho towards the car, ready to take him away from everything and shelter him as best he can.
he shouldn’t have brought him here in the first place.
hongjoong can’t help the deep tug in his gut that compels him to look around once more before stepping into the car.
seonghwa is rushing towards san, and san is smiling so broadly it disturbs hongjoong. he’s certain that san is a psychopath, or at least someone who enjoys witnessing pain. or maybe he’s so desensitized that this has all become a game for him.
either way, hongjoong darts his eyes down and gets into the car. he pretends that the relief flooding his chest is for himself, for yunho and for his other men. not for the bodyguard of his rival gang leader, who just so happened to perhaps have saved his life.
fuck this.
hongjoong is absolutely fucking screwed.
yunho spends the same car ride trying to forget the deep voice echoing in his ears and the hand around his wrist. he’s all too aware that he was frantically searching for san the entire time the fight was happening, barely registering his members. he should feel guilty, he knows, and he berates himself fiercely.
why yunho, why? he’s a sadistic monster, he could have killed you and called it an accident!
but somehow, yunho can’t bring himself to regret that he threw himself in front of a guy that could very well be holding a gun to his temple in the near future.
yunho is also, absolutely fucking screwed
“he tried to help me, hwa. isn’t that so cute? i could’ve taken all of them blindfolded, but it’s still adorable.”
seonghwa purses his lips, a sharp pang striking a chord in his heart.
san is sitting on his desk, swinging his legs back and forth as he recounts the night to him, nevermind that seonghwa was supposed to be the one delivering the report.
“that’s the first time someone besides me has done that for you, san.” seonghwa says quietly, more to himself than to san. but his charge, his friend, hears it anyway.
“i’m attractive, hwa. what can i say? you tried to play hero too. good job on that, by the way.”
seonghwa flinches at the reminder. it was too close for comfort, the way hongjoong had been a split second from being overpowered, and seonghwa had moved before he had time to think.
“i’m sorry for getting distracted.” he had failed. seonghwa was supposed to protect san, yet he had some kind of messed up tunnel vision and sixth sense that led him to jump to the defence of someone he isn’t even supposed to associate with-
“don’t apologise. i’m a better fighter than you, or him. i didn’t need it.”
i forgive you. i understand. don’t worry, you did the right thing.
that’s how they communicate. with hidden meanings and the hope that the other party understands.
in spite of everything that went down, seonghwa’s frantic about one thing, and one thing above all.
it absolutely terrifies him how choi san is whistling a happy tune from his lips recounting the way jung yunho had tried to press him into a wall for his own safety. san chalks it all up to nothing, but seonghwa sees more. san isn’t just amused, he’s happy.
he’s happy that jung yunho had tried to save him.
it’s mortifying, seeing this unknown emotion on san. seonghwa knows how to deal with an angry san, a drunk san and an indifferent san. seonghwa knows san.
but seonghwa has never seen san care. and it sure as hell feels like san is starting to care.
“would you have done it?” he whispers, and san trails off, narrowing his eyes at him.
“what are you talking about?”
“would you have jumped in front of a gun to save him?” seonghwa bites his lip. please, please say something snarky and cocky and arrogant.
“i’d just shoot the source of danger, hwa. have you lost your touch? can’t protect someone if i’m dead, now can i? remember that next time, i doubt hongjoong would want to see you die in front of him.”
seonghwa’s ears are ringing.
protect someone? san, since when have you ever wanted to protect someone? everyone is disposable to you, no? why him? why now?
but seonghwa swallows all his words, and san continues on his painfully oblivious humming. he can’t even tell that this emotion is new and different. he can’t tell that his mind is drifting to a hand gripping his wrist, and the pressure of another body pressed against his.
word of the day: endearment. maybe san would do good to learn some new vocabulary, so he can put a label to that weird sensation in his chest, and his burning desire to see jung yunho again.
maybe, san would come to his senses. seonghwa can only hope.
#ateez#fanfic#kpop#ao3#yunsan#choi san#jung yunho#seongjoong#ateez seonghwa#park seonghwa#kim hongjoong
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💕 for all of them. Go nuts
tell us about one of your favorite characters and why you like them!
Dan, you don’t know what you’ve started. -cracks knucles-
Warning, long post is long.
Lupin III: At first my fave was Jigen. I clearly have a type and that type is dark and mysterious, preferably badass warrior, with a lot of snark. Also I had been obsessed with Sebastian Moran for the past years and they clearly share a lot of traits. Then for some unknown reason I became obsessed with the samurai, only the gods know why. On top of being a badass warrior and having a lot of really cool fight scenes (HIS DUO WITH JIGEN IN PART 5 OMFG), he’s also FRIGGIN ADORABLE. The dude starts blushing like a flustered teenager whenever a girl comes near him and it’s hilarious. Though to be honest, Goemon is probably one of the character who change the most depending on the season and the movie. Originally he was a fucking chad, and in Part 2 he has some pretty cool one-liners, and he’s easily one of the funniest characters of that season. And his way of speaking like he’s a goddamn grammar dictionary is hilarious. He’s just... I LOVE HIM SO MUCH OKAY? Also my love for Goemon kinda sent me down a rabbit hole of trying to find out as much as I can about traditional Japanese customs in general and samurai culture in particular, and I’ve learned a lot of very interesting things! If you ever have questions about kamons aka family crests just ask me.
Also I have a huge soft spot for Inspector Koichi Zenigata. That man is amazing and I love him. He’s a cinnamon roll and he’s also very badass and he’s just SO FUCKING STUBBORN OMG.
MorMor: Well... Moran and Moriarty, obviously. I became obsessed with Moriarty because I have a thing for evil geniuses who look and act scary, that’s a secret to no-one at this point. Also he has a LOT of potential for angst. The reason I got into MorMor in the first place was because Sebastian was an excuse for Jim not to die, then I fell in love with the fandom’s creativity and the complete freedom we have to build the characters. The MorMor fandom is kinda like a Build-A-Bear store except it’s Build-A-Moran. I love Sebastian because the fandom has made him such a complex character. Like, yes, he’s a criminal and a murderer and probably evil by most people’s standards, but... He’s also human? He loves his boyfriend so much and would do anything for him, and he has his own struggles with morals and with his past, and Jim and Seb’s relationship is something so complex and HUMAN. I think that’s what I love with them. That we can take these two horrible criminals and find the good parts in them and fucking empathize with them. Also, the massive potential for angst.
Discworld: I already declared my love for Sam Vimes in a previous ask so I won’t repeat myself.
La Quête d’Ewilan (and subsequent novels): Imma do this one in English and in French.
ELLANA. MOTHERFUCKING. CALDIN. How can I express how fucking OBSESSED I was with her as a kid. She was my IDOL. I wanted to grow up to be like her. Her life and her philosophy shaped me in a way that I can actually recognize and pinpoint even to this day. She’s the archetype of the strong and independent woman, and to be perfectly honest she is a bit of a cliché, but when I was a kid that didn’t matter, because I had this role model of a woman who is completely and utterly FREE, who never lets ANYONE dictate what she has to do, for whom her freedom and integrity are the core element of her identity and her most precious treasure that she will never let anyone take away from her. She taught me about choices and responsibility, she taught me about friendship and love, she taught me to stand up for myself. In the end I didn’t grow up to be like her, but a part of who I am today, I owe to her, and to all the other characters in these books who gave me an example to follow and a goal to reach. Besides all the moral and philosophical aspects, she’s also a badass warrior (I’ve already told you, I have a fucking type) with incredible physical abilities (she’s the reason I have a strong fascination for knives, so now Dan knows who to blame), and a massive amount of sass.
(Also... I clearly had a massive gay crush on her even though I didn’t recognize it at the time)
ELLANA. MOTHERFUCKING. CALDIN. Comment est-ce que je peux exprimer à quel point j’étais OBSEDEE par elle quand j’étais gosse. Elle était mon IDOLE. Je voulais grandir et devenir comme elle. Sa vie et sa philosophie m’ont formée et guidée d’une manière dont je suis encore capable de discerner clairement les répercussions aujourd’hui. Elle est l’archétype de la femme forte et indépendante, et pour être parfaitement honnête elle est un peu un cliché, mais quand j’étais gamine ça n’était pas important, parce que j’avais ce modèle d’une femme complètement et totalement LIBRE, qui ne laissait jamais QUICONQUE lui dicter ce qu’elle devait faire, pour qui sa liberté et son intégrité étaient le coeur même de son identité et son trésor le plus précieux, qu’elle ne laisserait jamais personne lui arracher. Elle m’a enseigné les choix et les responsabilités, m’a parlé de l’amour et de l’amitié, m’a appris à m’affirmer et me défendre. Au final je ne suis pas devenue comme elle, mais il y a une partie de ce que je suis aujourd’hui que je lui dois, à elle et aux autres personnages de ces romans qui m’ont donné un exemple à suivre et un but à atteindre. A côté de tous ces aspects moraux et philosophiques, c’est aussi une guerrière badass (je vous ai dit que j’avais un putain de type) avec d’incroyables capacités physiques (elle est la raison pour ma fascination avec les couteaux, dagues et autres lames, maintenant Dan sait à qui s’en prendre), et une quantité incroyable de répartie.
(Aussi... j’avais clairement un putain de béguin pour elle quand j’étais gosse même si à l’époque je ne m’en rendais pas compte)
Told you this was going to be a long post. Thank you for this, Dan ^^
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Bull; Today at 5:34 PM There was no way it was going to work any better than any of the other times he made the attempt to contact Psiioniic. There were certain members of the team he was more than willing to leave for dead. Handmaid's own information hinted that Serket might be... Bull shook his head and dismissed the thought. If anyone in their entire team was still kicking, willing to fight even when the last shred of their trollness was stripped away, it was Psiioniic. Bull bit his lip and continued typing at his remote station, up on some isolated plateau on his own planet, hoping he was at high enough elevation for the signal to reach out into the session...
And hopefully, maybe he could reach contact with Psii.
P211; Today at 6:10 PM There are several signals he can feel for, this high up. Satellites, or meteors with potential labs on them, zooming by, giant horrors in the deep dark down deep dark spaces. Even the other planets of the session registered a signal.
... Huh, that was a new one. A new signal just blipped into existance on his monitors- It was faint, very far away. The numbers indicated that it was moving closer at a slow pace. Bull; Today at 6:13 PM Bull was more than willing to wait and see, to see if there was any active reception on the other end, if there was anyone there. At all. He had been configuring his communication devices for what felt like eons, trying to reach the other members of this team outside of the clearly useless normal methods. After a few pings, he typed out a message on the small keypad in his lap and hit enter.
"1'm look1ng for Ps11. Please respond 1f you can help a t1red old bull out." P211; Today at 6:16 PM For the longest while, there is no answer. The minutes tick tock by in silence with nothing. When Bull is almost ready to give up, there is finally a returning ping.
"DEFINE; PSII." Bull; Today at 6:18 PM He was willing to wait hours. He had scheduled for this, this mission... He lay down on the ground under his makeshift tent and waited... waited... and looked over at the return ping and text.
"Sh1t..." he whispered, before typing out his response. "Ps11: formerly M1tuna Captor, The Ps11on11c, The Helmsman. Status: Unknown." P211; Today at 6:21 PM The silence now before the next ping is almost deafening, every other little bit and noise around him drags on, grates against his senses. Waiting. waiting. There's so much waiting, but- This, this is. This could be it. What if this is it?
The words appear on his screen, white on black, typing out slowly, as if thoughtfully.
". . . . . DEFINE; BULL." Bull; Today at 6:22 PM He perked up at that. Part of him typed out the answer 'god of sexy robots' and it lingered there for some time before he composed himself and erased it. Hopefully whoever was on the other end wouldnt be able to see that.
"Al1ases 1nclude Ruf1oh N1tram, The Summoner. Emp1re's number one most wanted revolut1onary. Bronzeblood. Former organ1c. Leader of all rebell1ons and 1nsurgenc1es." P211; Today at 6:24 PM The answer now is lightning fast, and has a mocking tone to it.
"REFLECT; GOD OF SEXY ROBOTS."
There is nothing else, just a blinking | to show where he was typing.
"DEFINE; FREEDOM." Bull; Today at 6:26 PM "God damn 1t."
He facepalmed aggressively, enough to dent a lesser android. He sat up, little husktop in his lap, and mulled it over. Words were... hard. What was freedom? He tapped at the keyboard slowly.
"Reflect... den1ed. Freedom... 1s cho1ce. Movement. The el1m1nat1on of bonds and shackles."
God. He should be better at defining this. He was a damned breath player. P211; Today at 6:28 PM "QUERY; DENIED?"
There's a little bit of silence after that, while whoever was on the other line mulled over their own thoughts.
"DEFINE; ALIGNMENT." Bull; Today at 6:30 PM "For now."
>He typed it out and closed his eyes at the second inquiry. Memories fought to flood past his firewalls. How many times had he tried to rescue Psii? How many times had he succeeded? Failed? Made a connection? Fallen? He hummed and typed slowly... with intent.
"Al1gnment: Partner." P211; Today at 6:32 PM "ERROR; WRONG RESPONSE INCODED. PLEASE CHOOSE FROM THE FOLLOWING WORDS."
Strings begin to write themselves in the darkness-
Lawful Good Neutral Good Chaotic Good Lawful Neutral Neutral Chaotic Neutral Lawful Evil Neutral Evil
And below those, two phrases;
Imperially Aligned / Rebel against Alternia Bull; Today at 6:33 PM Oh. Oh god even now... Captor was a fucking nerd about this. He huffed and rubbed his face, trying to ease away a smile that shouldnt be there.
"Chaotic Good, Rebel against Altern1a." P211; Today at 6:37 PM "STATEMENT."
There is a long pause, now. The dots blip across his screen. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"STATEMENT; PROVE IT." Bull; Today at 6:38 PM Bull allowed himself a smirk at that before plugging a finger into the device in his lap and blanking out for a few moments, uploading his own schematics and data history, abridged of course, before hitting... send.
"W1ll th1s suff1ce, Un1t?" P211; Today at 6:41 PM Something has taken ahold of him as he plugs in, as he sends the message- Something slows his movements, /something rifles its way through his synthetics, pulls at his seams, loosens his bolts. His extremities, his fingers, his toes, they take themselves apart just like Sal did once before. His webcam blinks with purple light for a moment, as if there's an eye in there, watching him- And then, with a few simple tugs, his extremities put themselves back together again, a last ruffling rifle coursing through his entire body, shaking him up before the VERY POWERFUL presence pulls away from him.
"ANSWER; YES." Bull; Today at 6:43 PM "Dude..."
It took him a moment to recalibrate and get his head on straight. He missed that feeling. Was it like Sal? Yes. But it was also like he remembered it from the days where his circuits were red and he was aligned squarely with Imperial forces, where he stood at attention beside Psii and neither of them had a hope of escape. And it wasnt... bad.
"Captor. Dude. Fuck... 1 m1ssed that." P211; Today at 6:46 PM "STATEMENT; [REDACTED], FORMERLY MITUNA CAPTOR, THE [REDACTED], THE HELMSMAN. STATUS; THE ROBOT GOD OF ALL SEXY ROBOTS."
"DEFINE; PURPOSE. YOUR PURPOSE." Bull; Today at 6:49 PM Cute. Bull could fight him for that title later. Right now, he plugged a second finger into his comm device and tried to get his head down from the clouds and to stop spinning.
"Purpose? Not formally defined. Willing to... service you. Upgrade you. Help you." P211; Today at 6:55 PM He could feel the presence in his comm device still... waiting. As he pulled his finger into it, again it pounced, and rifled through him, rattling his plates and loosening his bolts, as if pulling his synthetics away from his endoskeleton.
"STATEMENT; NONSENSE. HELP HAS LONG SINCE CEASED TO COME." Bull; Today at 6:57 PM He plugged a third finger in, equal parts of him wanting that feeling, that knowing that Psii was on the other end, and wanting... that sensation. He grunted and blanked out for a fraction of a moment, one eye going red.
"Help 1s here. At your f1ngert1ps. Now." P211; Today at 6:59 PM This time, the feeling took his toes apart, took his fingers apart, began to take his wrists- But with the connection severed, it lessened. The insistant tugging of mechanics on his arms, unscrewing screws and prying up pieces of him slowly.
"REFLECT; HELP HAS LONG SINCE CEASED TO COME. THERE IS NO HELP, NO HOPE, FOR ME. LEAVE ME ALONE."
Bull should realize that this taking apart thing isn't going to cease, this time. Bull; Today at 7:05 PM "1've tr1ed to f1nd you for sweeps..."
He was speaking now, the link to the device more than enough. His communications network had pinpointed PSii and locked on. He didnt need to look anymore and the relief... it brought him to life.
"1m not g1v1ng up just because 1 fucked up after th1s sess1on started. You can leave me a p1le of scrap. 1'll let you. Or you can trust me aga1n M1tuna... let me 1n aga1n. Rebu1ld me to your 1deal 1f you need to. Turn me 1nto a toy 1f you need to. But 1m not go1ng to g1ve up on you." P211; Today at 7:09 PM "D0N'T FUCK1NG CALL ME THAT."
Harsh, flashing text on his screen, quirked, with no "statement" or "define" or anything. His comm device kicks into overdrive, the fans whirring loudly.
"1 AM NOT MITUNA CAPTOR." Bull; Today at 7:09 PM "Then tell me who you are."
Bull had synthetic tears in his eyes. He... knew next to nothing. Again. P211; Today at 7:10 PM The words are. Small. Subtexted. ... And slowly typing.
"1... d0n't kn0w."
". . . . . . . . . . . . . ."
"But 1'm n0t that. N0t anym0re." Bull; Today at 7:11 PM Bull inhaled.
"1 want to help you f1gure 1t out then."
"..."
"Please. Un1t... 1 dont want to loose you aga1n." P211; Today at 7:13 PM "STATEMENT; I AM LOST. ADRIFT IN THE SPIRALING DARKNESS. I CHALLENGE YOU TO FIND ME."
"STATEMENT; THEN MAYBE I'LL LET YOU FIGURE ME OUT ONCE MORE." Bull; Today at 7:14 PM "1 have you locat1on locked. 1f you mean phys1cally locate you, 1 can be on my way 1nstantly. But 1t you mean more metaphys1cally..."
A pause.
"1 m1ss you. Even 1f 1 need to f1ght you as t1tleholder of 'god of sexy robots'... 1 want to see you aga1n." P211; Today at 7:17 PM "STATEMENT; YES, I MEAN PHYSICALLY LOCATE ME. FIGHT MY MINIONS, PROVE YOURSELF ON MY PLANET, ON MY NEW BODY, FIND ME. THEN WE CAN TALK..... BULL."
"THE EMOTIONS OF 'MISS' AND 'WANT' ARE NOT CURRENTLY REGISTERING IN MY PROCESSORS. THESE ARE NOT VALID EMOTIONS, HOWEVER THEY DO SEEM TO HAVE A TIE-IN TO SADNESS, AN EMOTION THIS UNIT IS CURRENTLY EXPERIENCING. USER, DO YOU WISH TO CONTINUE?" Bull; Today at 7:18 PM "1 do. 1 w1ll cont1nue. Unt1l there 1s no more sadness 1n you. Please hold..."
He stiffened for a moment, both eyes going blank as he relayed back to his communications hub and began a much more precise tracing of Psii's location. He would find this man. He would hold him again. He would see to it that all those processors were working and registering everything... And his internal transportalizer whirred to life, the coordinates provided loaded up.
"Are you ready?" P211; Today at 7:20 PM The coordinates of the uplink are somewhere on the surface of a small planet- Curious, how it seemed to fluctuate between numbers every now and again-
"STATEMENT; FIND ME IF YOU CAN."
Yeah, those aren't going to lead him directly to Psii. Bull; Today at 7:21 PM "Hey. Already d1d. R1ght 1n my pusher."
Without waiting for a response, he unplugged, closed the device, got up and... flash. He was ready. More than ever... he was ready.
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Session Recap 10/12/19: Prima Materia
In the morning, the party found they had several messages waiting for them from the Gatekeepers.
Erwyn’s, from Palava, read:
dear erwyn,
we interacted with the raliv mercantile co when we were in veritas. one of a number of individuals promising aid to the city in exchange for increased political clout. spokesperson for the company was huxley emberbraid montfort, a noble from mardros. cant say i liked him much, but i find it hard to like anyone who sees a tragedy as a way to make themselves richer and more powerful. ive heard vilars name but dont know much about her. we were certainly not aware of any infernal ties or we would have warned you and done our best to warn the city as well exclamation point. what information do you have about this cult and its potential ties to veritas question mark. weve all been stretched so thin that we havent been able to do much in the way of preventative investigation im sorry to say. its hard enough to keep up with the active breaches. find out what you can, but do be careful. demons and devils are always out for each others blood, and they wont be picky about who gets caught in the crossfire.
also, violetta should have mentioned it in her message to voski, but one of our friends has been detecting some increased planar distortions around veritas. it looks like someones trying very hard to start another breach. if we figure out where they are, we should still be able to nip it in the bud, but we think theyve mounted some magical defenses to make it more difficult to pinpoint. keep us informed and watch out for yourself,
alembic and palava
Ditto had a message waiting for her as well, from Hubris, that elaborated on her research question from before.
ditto, quick research update.
ive found very little but im going to keep digging exclamation point. everything pre fourth era is pretty spotty of course unless you want to go bothering ozogot the black. plenty of references to the devotion of the citizens of veritas but nearly nothing about what they were devoted to.
one interesting thing is the account of the gnomish historian gibberty booklore chatterjack penner squirrelchase yapp gallbug townkeeper talltale tallyho prickingbone, whose books were blessed to remain indelible in the face of magic that distorts memories and history. she mentions going to a high temple on her visit to the city and remarks on the devotion of the humans who live there when she visited during the reign of king ulfgar the stern beneath the mountains. when she returned some years later after the third skeleton war, which saw the temporary takeover of the city by the lichlord saerevon, she instead discusses how strange it is that no deity seems able to maintain a strong presence in veritas, and that none has done so as long as anyone remembers. it could be an issue of incorrect or fragmentory histories surviving, but i would focus investigations on the transitional period between the fourth and fifth eras.
other accounts from the same period suggest that by then worship had transferred to the divine messenger whose image persists to this day, and that the deity themselves was kept secret if not already forgotten. if she was worshiped as a mystery cult theyve done a very good job of covering their records. if her name had already been lost, gibbertys texts suggest that theres something fishy going on. seems that veritas has always been a city of mysteries exclamation point. will keep searching semicolon its time to get into some of the fringe theorists which should be quite a ride.
cheers, hubris
Finally, Voski also had a message waiting, from Violetta, reading:
kasia, re: karin mordechai
karin mordechai unknown. could be alias or figurehead. provide names and descriptions of associates and i will cross reference them with known entities. note readings indicate increased instability in veritas. spike on night of blomhath twentieth. attempt to identify source and neutralize if possible. can provide backup for strike but not extended investigation.
In preparation for their next plans, Ditto asked Tiktik if they would be alright doing some spying for the group and if she could turn them into a beetle. They told her she would have to bribe them, but they were willing, and she promised them chicken in exchange for their service before transforming them into a small insect.
The party decided that in order to keep the demons watching them from realizing where they had taken Tenny, they would turn Amaranth invisible, then give her the demiplane (with Tenny inside) to take into Grankhul’s Rest to drop the girl off and explain the situation. Once Ditto had cast Invisibility on her, they headed out and started making their way towards the inn -- followed by a large row of demonic pigeons who were keeping pace with them as they went. With the rest of the party keeping them distracted, though, Amaranth was able to break away from the rest of the group and sneak inside the inn.
Inside, she saw Selfish Dann reading a book by the fireplace and decided she’d prefer to have this conversation with the tiefling of the inn’s group. She spoke up once she was nearby, startling him. She explained she was invisible, but that she’d like to talk somewhere private, and he suggested they go to the basement. Once there, Amaranth explained that the party had someone that needed looking after, and they thought the inn’s caretakers would be the best equipped of anyone they could ask to deal with the kind of danger she was in. When Dann asked for details, she explained some of Tenny’s situation, and he agreed they could take care of her.
Amaranth opened the demiplane to see an eclectic arrangement of decor that Tenny had come up with while getting transported. She complimented the girl’s taste and Tenny told her not to let the others make the place boring, if they could make whatever they wanted. Amaranth then led her out to meet Selfish Dann, who promised Amaranth that they would take good care of her.
After leaving Grankhul’s Rest, Amaranth caught up with the rest of the party. Still invisible, she jumped up behind Kriv and tried to startle him, causing the dragonborn to reflexively elbow her and Erwyn, despite the distance, to startle and slightly jump. Once she had reappeared, the group started to make their way to a place near the exclusion zone, so that Ditto could send Tiktik to fly overhead and see what they could beyond the walls. On their way up she took the chance to gaze through their eyes and got a view of a goopy, black, stagnant lake with things moving below the surface. A group of workers, watched over by burnished metal constructs, were trying to skim algae from the water’s surface. Eventually, Tiktik reported back that they had reached a point above the exclusion zone that had kept them from going forward -- like a painful magical force that repelled them away from it.
Moving to their next location, the party passed the Blacks’ smithing shop. It had clearly taken damage from the recent attack of bones, but from the sounds inside it seemed to still be operating. They then arrived near enough the workhouse that they could try sending Tiktik inside, though once they had gone in the party kept walking a little so as not to be too near its vicinity. They decided the elephant statue was a good place to casually hang around and parked there for a bit. Kriv pulled out a sketchbook to do a little drawing of it while they waited.
Eventually Tiktik returned, speaking quickly to Ditto about everything they’d just seen. Apparently once they passed the room with the nervous-looking clerk some of the party members had met before, they’d found themselves in a nice office, where a halfling woman was talking to a fire genasi man, the latter fiddling around with some kind of weird fork. After that they had picked up on a weird draft coming from a bookcase that, when they investigated further, had a door behind it, leading to a room with some kind of magic circle on the floor. They then backtracked through the last couple of rooms to make their way to the cell block, which had a door at the end that was being guarded by a large construct that lead to a row of higher-security cells, with thicker walls and more constructs milling about.
With one more destination for Tiktik to snoop around in mind, the party next headed towards the mayor’s house. Tiktik went through the gates while the rest of them kept their distance and waited for them to return. After quite a lot of waiting, though, it became clear that something must have happened, as the familiar never returned. When Ditto tried to summon them back to her, nothing happened. So the group took a detour at Knife’s shop, which wasn’t too far away, where Ditto asked her friend if she could cast the spell to bring them back. Knife let her use his upstairs room to do the summoning.
Ditto brought Tiktik back in cat form and they bounded into her as soon as they’d been summoned. They explained that there had been a wyvern inside the stables behind the Mayor’s house, and it had chomped them before they could get away. The two of them headed downstairs to return to the others and Ditto thanked Knife for the use of his quarters. He assured her they were open to her anytime.
The party’s next order of business was to find a new place to stay for the night. Hoping to follow up on Nilo’s other recommendation, they went to The Pig’s Eye in order to ask Frileg where the Thirsty Sage was, as it didn’t seem to be along Keeper’s Row with all the other inns. She said she knew where it usually was, but warned them to be careful, as it seemed to pop in and out of existence unpredictably. Apparently the place was an old wizard’s tower, now run as an inn by an eccentric goblin, and sometimes people would go in for a night and turn up weeks later terribly confused. She attributed Nilo’s success with the place to his halfling luck.
They followed Frileg’s directions and found that the Thirsty Sage was in fact there for the moment. The building itself had a chimney with multicolored smoke billowing out of it and a heavy metal door which, when they knocked on it, was flung open enthusiastically by a manic-looking one-eyed goblin in a blue robe covered in golden stars and matching hat. The goblin ushered them in and did their best to give a tour, pointing out some of the strange magic paraphernalia decorating the place, but it was deeply clear they had very little idea what they were talking about. The group talked with them for a bit about accommodations, but were still hesitant about the idea. Erwyn and Amaranth in particular voiced concerns about what would happen if they weren’t so lucky in the time department, and in the end, they decided it was too risky and bid the goblin proprietor farewell. In parting, they told the group their name was the Acrimonious Bimbimble.
No extra time had passed when the party emerged, fortunately. They returned to the Pig’s Eye and Ditto asked Frileg if she had any other ideas about places in the city that might be safe to stay. As Ditto rambled, the dwarven woman gave her a glass of ale -- which she largely ignored and Amaranth finished -- but unfortunately her only ideas we either the Slumbering Grell or some boardinghouses she knew were receptive to people on the run from certain things.
The group quietly decided they would just need to find an alleyway or other place to lay low for the night. Amaranth started noting the beggar’s marks she saw on some of the abandoned storefronts in the city, looking for one pointing to a likely spot. There were more empty buildings than usual in the wake of the disaster, with some of the citizens of Veritas having decided to cut their losses and flee, so she soon found a good candidate in a building accessed by an alleyway, with a secure basement behind a shuttered door. On seeing it wasn’t clearly occupied, the party decided it would be where they retreated that evening -- and indeed, decided they would lie low there for a little before meeting with Tress that evening. Tiktik wove their way around the party members as they did, as if to seek attention for having done dangerous things for them all earlier.
As the hour of Candling arrived, the party made their way to Inner Truths for their appointment with Tress. She was waiting for them, petting Palette’s filigreed exterior. She greeted them, saying that the project had been much more interesting than she’d been expecting, and that she thought they might want to discuss things privately. Somewhat suspiciously, Kriv tried a quick Divine Sense, but felt nothing unusual. Her enthusiasm was more familiar, however, to Voski.
Tress lead them to her back room and shut the door. Inside, a table had been laid out with supplies and tools for an experiment: the leaf Erwyn had given her, several different vials, a basin with assorted arcane sigils carved in the top, a houseplant, and another glass vial containing a few flies. She explained that she’d been able to identify a partial transfiguration effect turning parts of the leaf to graphite. She snapped it in half to demonstrate these properties, revealing that it was only the outer shell that had calcified, while the inner layer still consisted of dying plant matter.
She went on to say that that the tincture they’d given her was primarily water with a little alcohol in it, and had the remains of a very low-level light spell on it -- a common practice by snake-oil salesmen to make their product appear magical when it really wasn’t. She then held out a glass vial with the remains of some particulate in it, which was left over once she’d distilled the tincture down, and added that she had absolutely no idea what it was.
Tress said that she’d been testing the properties of the material, using an alchemist’s vessel to multiply the quantity to perform experiments. She said she was going to perform a demonstration of this process, but that the magic would only be in effect for a short time, and asked them to save their “questions, comments, and shocked gasps” until the end.
She scooped some of the particulate onto a small bone tool, added it to the vessel with the sigils, then poured in some water and swirled it around. Taking a leaf from the healthy plant, she dipped it into this compound, where it immediately turned to graphite. She dropped this leaf on the floor and it shattered instantly. Next, she took a dead fly from the bottom of the insect vial and dipped it into the basin as well. There was no effect. She extracted another fly, this one live. When the live fly was dipped into the compound, it instantly turned to graphite the way the leaf had. She then took a leaf from a different vial, where it had been soaking in the remnants of the tincture, and dipped it. This one hardened and turned to graphite as well, but when she dropped it, it didn’t shatter the way the first leaf had.
Finally, Tress took a small knife. “I did already bleed for this, if there is another volunteer,” she said meaningfully.
Erwyn offered his hand and she pricked it. When his blood mixed with the tincture, it turned to the same graphite substance as the leaf and the living fly had. She looked a bit surprised at this, then turned to Voski.
“Kasia,” she asked. “Are they going to be weird about it?”
Voski reassured Tress her companions could exercise discretion. Tress proceeded to prick her own finger with the knife. A drop of her blood welled up, dark blue-black, and when it hit the mixture in the basin, it didn’t turn to graphite like Erwyn’s had. Instead, it turned to gold.
The tincture mixture seemed to evaporate from the vessel as the magic effect amplifying it ran out. Tress commented that the demonstration hadn’t been exactly what she was expecting, but she should have assumed there might be more variables.
With questions now open, the party asked her opinion on what might have been in the vials, mentioning the people peddling the tinctures claimed they had ingredients sourced from the elemental planes. She said it was hard to verify that for certain, though the water certainly wasn’t plane-touched, and added that whatever was causing the transformation was highly diluted in the tinctures themselves. She also pointed out that, as had been clear from her demonstration with the leaves, immediate, quick exposure caused the transformation to be more brittle, whereas the prolonged dosage seemed to result in a more stable, gradual process.
The group began to discuss possible motivations behind the revelation. It was obvious that the tinctures wouldn’t persist as a fad if they had such visible negative effects, so diluting the effect ensured a wider exposure for whatever purpose the sellers had in mind. Erwyn pointed out that with everything else going on in Veritas, there were certainly other things people might blame ill effects on, like the background energy from the Abyss all over the city. Ditto also brought up that it was already well-known people were mysteriously going missing, so it was possible some of the worst effects were being hidden. Tress added that at the dosage people seemed to be taking of the tinctures, it would likely take several weeks or even a month or two for them to notice any reaction. She noted, though, that she hadn’t been able to perform any longitudinal studies, and it was always possible that at a certain point the effects could speed up.
Ditto, unable to contain herself, finally burst out asking Tress what her deal was, since her blood had reacted so differently. Tress sighed and replied that she was an air genasi -- underscored by the fact that, where she had cut her finger, there was now smeared makeup revealing blue-tinted skin -- and asked the party not to make a big deal about it. She said that while her blood’s reaction to the tincture was interesting, she couldn’t imagine there were enough other genasi in the city to make it worth their while. Erwyn wondered if it might be a quality of plane-touched individuals in general, and Kriv asked if she would be willing to do the experiment again, looking at Amaranth as he spoke. Tress said she would need another tincture, but was willing, and would be working late that evening if they were able to get one by then.
The party departed for the Pig’s Eye after that. When they got there, Nilo had not yet arrived. Sparrow was there, however, and came over to Amaranth, offering to buy her a drink. Ditto gave Amaranth a surreptitious thumbs-up while Kriv, teasingly, stuck his tongue out instead.
The drow demon who had been frequenting the place arrived soon after, looking somewhat less nervous than she usually did. She took a seat in the corner and beckoned Voski over. At this, Voski ordered the drink with Underdark fruit syrup the demon had recommended to her the night before, then took it and sat down with her to talk.
The yochlol told Voski that she had talked with her Lady and was more comfortable speaking openly now that Voski wasn’t such a stranger. She also said that the Lady had something to ask of Voski, as repayment for granting her blessing -- commenting that it seemed she was having some trouble protecting her “investment” as she glanced over at Erwyn.
She said she and some of her companions had been transporting an item to a city in the Underdark, but had been caught in Veritas when the current situation erupted. She and her companions (several drow, who she feared had perished) were taking a detour through the markets when the portal opened, and the artifact had been lost or stolen in the chaos. She had since been unable to reclaim it or find anyone to assist her in doing so, as it was lost in the exclusion zone and everyone she’d attempted to hire had proven unreliable.
Voski asked if, since they had been caught so off guard, this meant the Lady hadn’t had a hand in the events in Veritas. The yochlol explained that this breach didn’t seem to have been planned by any known power in the Abyss, and whatever had broken through had kept to itself enough that the other demons weren’t certain which layer had even caused it. She also admitted, when pressed, that she too was trapped inside the city by the barrier that was keeping the other demons in. Lolth had other ways of extracting her, but she couldn’t return empty-handed.
Finally Voski asked about the artifact. The yochlol said she was looking for a magical harp, finely constructed and very important to Lolth, as it was used in several rituals down in the Underdark. While it was missing, she could tell it wasn’t destroyed, thanks to her connection to Lolth.
After explaining that she was hoping Voski could retrieve it, she offered her a silver brooch in the shape of a spider, set with purple and blood-red stones, which she said would signify to other demons that Lolth had a vested interest in her and, perhaps, encourage them to leave her alone. She commented that Lolth found her amusing, and would prefer if she didn’t die. Voski accepted the brooch and tucked it away into her armor, though she added that she didn’t subcontract and would not enlist any of the others to search on Lolth’s behalf. But, since they were headed into the exclusion zone soon enough, she would try to take a look around while she was there.
As she rose to leave, Voski realized they’d never properly introduced themselves to each other and asked the yochlol if there was any name she wanted Voski to call her by. The demon shrugged and said she didn’t see the point. Voski nodded, then invited her to tell her Lady that Voski intended to survive, with or without her help. Then she added that the drink the yochlol had recommended was surprisingly good.
“Right?” the demon said.
Voski returned to the others, who were enjoying the music of the one-armed bard, Meg, who had played there the night before. Erwyn was sipping from another glass of milk, conjured earmuffs from Ditto present yet again, and Amaranth continued chatting with Sparrow until Nilo and Clarity finally showed up. When the pair finally entered the tavern, Nilo was clad in his “work clothes” -- a combination of dark roguish attire and dozens upon dozens of different good luck charms, ranging from onions to holy symbols rubbed with lamp-black so they were less obvious -- and somehow still moving silently. He was clearly ready for crimes.
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No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross 11
aka ‘Down in the Ground’; available to read on AO3 HERE
Story Synopsis: Some weird low-key occult parties start popping up that Steve can’t in good conscience ignore and takes it upon himself to investigate. Billy gets caught up in the consequences of his meddling, and isn’t it funny? For all the strange things the Upside Down has thrown his way, it’s werewolves that Steve has trouble accepting exist.
Chapter Word Count: 5939
Pairings: Eventual Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington
Genre: Supernatural/Suspense/Drama/Horror-ish
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Next Chapter: Unavailable
Notes: dont have anything to say about this one other than i hope u all dig it
RUN.
The further Steve traveled through the tunnel, blindly feeling his way along with one hand pressed against the crumbling wall, the more he became aware of how frightened he’d become. Terror the likes of which he hadn’t felt since the first night he’d become involved with the horrors of the Upside Down was upon him, turning his legs into wobbly, unsteady messes that had already caused him to fall once. He could feel the warmth of his blood spoiling yet another one of his coats as he bled out into the sleeve, certain that he’d ruptured several of his stitches when he’d landed on his injured arm after his violent stumble.
It hurt terribly, but there was little more he could do about it other than grin and bear it. He hoped, rather bitterly, that werewolves weren’t like sharks and couldn’t somehow hone in on his fresh injury, but knowing Billy’s capacity for being aware of hidden wounds, he couldn’t really find a reason to believe why they wouldn’t be.
Deep down in the ground, he was defenseless, bleeding, and blind. He felt vulnerable in ways he hadn’t felt since he was a child, in the days when the scariest thing he’d had to face was the possibility of being jumped by monsters when he had to use the bathroom at night. Then, the darkness that his hallway contained had felt oppressive and overwhelming to his young psyche, but he hadn’t known true darkness until now. It was deep and all-consuming, the long, narrow tunnel no longer illuminated by the preternatural glow that had once lit the way. His eyes could only barely pick out where he was, although there were times when the tunnel wall would branch away and upwards to an opening, where the dull evening light shone dimly in to help guide his way.
Billy was out there, somewhere, and if he hadn’t already left the complicated system of tunnels then that meant that he was still down there somewhere with him, and not knowing if Billy had enough humanity left in him to recognize and not kill him on sight constantly had Steve second guessing his recklessness in following after him. The slower pace he kept now at least allowed him time to listen for him, but Steve hadn’t been able to hear anything more than the hollow sounds of the winds blowing above the ground, his heartbeat pounding rapidly within his chest, and… something else.
Steve paused and took a deep breath, trying to settle his nerves before he determinedly pressed on again.
He didn’t want to think about what else he’d heard down there, in the dark. He wished now that he’d spent the five minutes it would’ve taken to get a flashlight before he gave chase, but he hadn’t anticipated being so afraid.
“Stupid, so stupid,” he muttered to himself, and in his mind he heard Nancy’s voice chiding him, calling him an idiot for being so willfully careless.
Distantly, he could see another side tunnel coming up. A pale light shone on the decrepit floor ahead of him, and he hastened towards it. Snow was blowing in gently from the opening as Steve stepped outwards to see if any of the fresh snowfall had been disturbed, but it was fresh and unmarred. If Billy had come by here, he hadn’t gone up. Holding his arm tenderly, he reluctantly crept back into the gloom and pressed onwards through the dark.
RUN. HUNGER. HUNT.
Looking back over his shoulder, Steve paused. He thought he’d heard something again, echoing up through the cavern from behind. He bit his lip and tried to focus, but no amount of squinting would allow his vision to permeate the darkness. All he could see were motionless swirls as his eyes tried to form recognizable shapes out of the emptiness. He held his breath and waited for the sound to come again, but it didn’t. He exhaled a shaky breath and ran his hand nervously through his hair; what had it been? Something soft, trying not to have been heard at all. Something following him, trying to match its steps with his own.
He couldn’t calm his heart from the rapid pace it was beating despite doing his best to remain calm about the situation. Dread the likes of which he’d never known flooded him as he stood there, wondering what he’d do if he did see something back there, and his hand clenched instinctively for the handle of the bat he’d stupidly neglected to carry with him. Was it possible Billy had hidden in a side tunnel, or even waited against the opposite wall, shrouded in darkness, for him to pass by in order to start hunting him? There was something back there, stalking him, but what it was eluded him. The thought that he was nothing more than a piece of shark bait, walking around and chumming the waters came to him again as he swallowed hard and tried to will his legs to continue forward.
They wouldn’t move.
He turned his back against the wall and sank to the ground, fear momentarily overtaking him. All he wanted to do in that moment was scream in frustration; it wasn’t supposed to have happened this way. Everything had gotten out of hand so fast he hadn’t had time to properly process it all, and now he was blind and alone, lost, cold, and exposed in a tunnel he’d already almost died in once before.
What had he really expected to do, though, anyway? Even if he found Billy, there was a greater chance he’d end up getting mauled by him than there was of him actually doing anything to help.
There were so many things they should’ve done differently; they should’ve bought a lock to keep the chains in place, they should’ve come up with a plan b for if Billy escaped, they should’ve accounted for-
In the midst of his self-pity, he heard, again, a sound come from somewhere behind him: a soft, quiet inhalation of air, too intentional to be the wind. His blood ran cold as his heart began to beat harder, and although he didn’t want to, he slowly rose from his spot on the ground and looked back the way he’d come with his back braced against the wall.
There was still nothing to be seen.
‘Just an animal’, he thought to himself, breathing in faster than he ought to have been. As he stared into the dark, he thought, perhaps, that he could see something moving in the blackness but couldn’t be sure that it wasn’t his brain trying to make sense of something it couldn’t see. He swallowed hard and utilized the spike in adrenaline to get his legs moving again in order to hasten onwards through the tunnel. ‘It’s just an animal that got lost down here, that’s all. A deer, or something. Coyote, maybe. Wolf.’
Goosebumps broke out across his skin as he tried to work himself into a jog. There, again, he could hear it. A footfall, soft, quiet, and out of sync with his own. Something down the way he’d come, sneaking after him. Hunting him.
“Just an animal,” he whispered to himself, over and over like a mantra, trying to find peace in his own words.
A slight noise came to him then, like a quiet huff of laughter, and he knew that he was wrong.
Steve took off into a panicked sprint, the uneven ground almost causing him to stumble again as he ran forward carelessly. He couldn’t hear anything over the labored sounds of his own breathing and the rush of blood pumping in his ears, but up ahead he could see another pale beam of light cutting through the darkness. He ran towards it desperately like a parched man racing towards an oasis in the desert, and the irony that he was running towards the light at the end of the tunnel evaded him.
The passage that branched out from the side was steeper than he’d judged it to be as he ran, and as he turned into it, running up the slope a small ways, he slipped on the snow and fell back a few feet. He gasped in alarm as he slid back into the dark opening, falling forward onto his hands and knees as he clambered out, plunging his hands into the frigid cold, grasping for the soil, not minding how badly his arm was hurting in the process.
It felt like an eternity before he was able to escape, but in actuality only a few, frantic seconds had passed by the time he was able to make it up the slope of the bank. He jerked upright, caught a stitch in his side, and turned to face whatever had followed him down the length of the tunnel. As he held a hand to his side, breathing hard, Steve stared into the open maw of the cavern opening and saw-
Nothing.
Panic dwindling, he looked around confusedly. He had heard something down there with him, hadn’t he? Or had the intense darkness mixed with his fear to create a paranoia too thick to shake off? He couldn’t say, but either way, it didn’t seem like anything was with him there now. Still, he did not feel entirely at ease; he had no idea where he was.
As he allowed time for the cramp in his side to ease up, he took a look around himself to see if he could find any identifying landmarks. Despite the fact that the light of the full moon was being heavily Obscured by Clouds and a brisk snowfall, Steve had no trouble seeing that he’d wound up in some forested area, but couldn’t find anything familiar enough for him to pinpoint his location. How far he’d traveled since leaving the safety of Dustin’s cellar was unknown to him, but as he looked about the area, he could hear the yips and howls of some hunting dogs somewhere in the distance.
Far enough away from the suburbs for people to be out hunting, at least.
Steve turned in place for a moment, trying to come up with a plan of action when he noticed that his tracks were not the only ones that had marred the fresh snowfall: he could see long, animalistic footprints leading out of the tunnel and away into the woods. A feeling of relief settled into the pit of his stomach when he realized that he was, at the very least, on the right track. Feeling more winded than he would have liked to admit, Steve ignored the cold in his feet and started walking, following the marks into the woods.
Every few steps he’d turn around and look over his shoulder to be sure he wasn’t being followed, unable to completely shake that terrible sensation of being stalked in the dark. There was never anything to be seen as he wandered, keeping a careful eye to the ground and listening to the echoing sounds of the hunting dogs through the trees, his wounded arm kept stiff by his side. He was just beginning to think that maybe things wouldn’t turn out quite as badly as he’d initially feared they would when he heard the sharp crack of a rifle being shot.
The dogs he’d been listening to were closer now, and yowling madly as a second shot followed up the first, but the ecstasy of the hounds was cut short. Frozen in place, Steve heard their eager howls turn into yips of terror, and distantly he could hear the unmistakable howl of something not quite human, but not quite not.
PREY. HUNT. FEAST.
Steve could hear voices ahead, shouting loudly in confusion and then alarm.
“Shit,” he breathed to himself as he started into another sprint, stumbling through the thick snow as hurriedly as he could manage, but he wasn’t wearing the right sort of shoes for it.
The voices that at first had begun to sound closer began to fade as he ran along, vocalizing distress while they called out to their dogs and to each together as they fled whatever monstrosity they’d accidentally come upon.
Snow was falling heavily around him as he pursued the commotion, obscuring his vision as he tried to follow the tracks Billy had left behind. He was forced to slow his pace down as the snowflakes stuck in his eyelashes, hindering him as he tried to navigate his way around the thick trunks of the trees. His toes were going numb in his dampening sneakers as he plodded forward, unaware of where he was heading until he finally came across what had scared the hunters away. He stalled when he saw the dark shape up ahead, barely discernible in the low lighting and the violent snow flurry, hunched over something half-buried in the snow.
From where he stood, Steve could heard the sounds of something crunching and squelching grotesquely as the form shook its head side to side in short, quick bursts, tearing a limb away from the body of whatever it was feeding upon. Steve was rendered immobile by the sight, and although it was hard to see, he could tell that what he was looking at was none other than Billy transformed.
Even with his body hunched over what he’d caught, (and Steve hoped desperately that it wasn’t a person), there were notable differences in the physiology between what Billy had become and the thing that was responsible for that change; where the thing that had attacked them before had been long, sinewy, and nothing but terrifyingly long limbs, the creature before him looked to be made out of pure muscle.
Billy was massive; even with most of his form submerged in the nighttime shade, Steve could see how bulked out his body had become with the change. Steve felt hopeless in his presence, and turned away as the Billy-thing chucked the disembodied limb aside and began eating from the carcass in earnest. He slid out of site and kept his back pressed up against the broad trunk of a tree, desperately trying to think of what he was supposed to do now.
Was he meant to try and lead him back into the confines of Dustin’s cellar like he’d tried to do with Dart before? If he offered himself as bait, would Billy even take it, and how far could he reasonably get with a beast like that chasing him down? He sighed miserably and closed his eyes, listening to the wet, sloppy sounds of Billy feasting on whatever- or whoever- he’d managed to catch. He winced at every crunch of bone that met his ears and wondered how the hell he was going to fix this.
He opened his eyes and tentatively peaked around the safety of his tree, monitoring Billy’s progress as he devoured the corpse. At the very least, he could probably try to tail him; that way, he’d be able to at least know where he went and keep tabs on what he did until the sun rose and returned his sentience to him. But that would take all night, and Steve was already exhausted from his adventure in the tunnel. The only thing keeping him going at this point was fear and adrenaline, one of which he had only a limited supply of.
As he ducked back into position behind the tree, he locked eyes with a face and nearly screamed.
The man- ‘It’s Hopper’, he realized belatedly- moved fast and forced a hand over his mouth to muffle his loud gasp of surprise.
‘Shh,’ Hopper mouthed quietly, eyes wide as they darted from the look of fright on Steve’s face to Billy, too preoccupied with eating to notice anything else. He looked back to Steve and raised his brows, asking him silently if he was okay enough to not scream as soon as he took his hand away. Steve nodded, and Hopper dropped his hand.
Steve was panting, open-mouthed with fright as he leaned over and rested his hands on his knees. His body shook all over, trembling with fear he couldn’t suppress. He felt Hopper grip his shoulder in support and looked up to meet his eye.
“Oh Jesus- What are you doing out here?” he whispered hoarsely, voice barely rising above the sound of the snow falling on the ground. Steve had never been so scared, and couldn’t keep his voice from breaking as he talked. “How did- how did you know where-”
Hopper’s eyes glanced from Steve and away to where Billy was again, still crouched over before he replied, speaking slowly. “I was following a lead,” he said, not quite able to pitch his voice as lowly as Steve had managed. “What are you doing out here?”
But Steve couldn’t reply. Rather than speak, he shook his head and ducked his head back down, afraid he might end up puking if he opened his mouth again.
“Don’t,” Hopper quietly commanded, putting a hand to Steve’s back to try and soothe him. “You’ll alert it.”
Choking back a harsh sob, Steve swallowed hard and managed to stand upright, though his body hadn’t quite stopped shaking.
“I didn’t mean to scare you, but I couldn’t call out to you,” Hopper explained, speaking slowly and deliberately, making stern eye contact with Steve who could only manage a feeble nod in response. He waited a moment for Steve to catch his breath before asking, “That’s it, right? The thing that got you before?”
He jerked his head in the direction of Billy, and Steve was numbly aware that Hopper had placed a hand over his gun, moving to take it out of his holster slowly.
“Wait,” Steve said as Hopper stepped away to get a better look at the creature Billy had become. Panic blossomed in his chest, born from the need to keep Billy relatively unharmed; he’d trusted him to do that much. “That’s not- Don’t shoot him.”
“Him?” Hopper paused and turned back to Steve, gun drawn but angled towards the ground. His face was drawn tight, a mixture of confusion marred with disappointment spreading across his features. “Him,” he repeated, and this time there was anger tinging the inflection of his voice.
“It’s not what you think,” Steve stressed, hardly aware of the rising pitch his voice was taking as he struggled to convey to Hopper that the situation was not what he thought it was. He couldn’t let him think that he and Billy had somehow orchestrated the whole incident in the woods as some kind of hoax in order to fuck with him; they needed him on their side. Trust had to be based in trust, and if Hopper’s perception of him was already being built on the assumption that he was a liar and a trickster, then it wouldn’t bode well for them in the future. “It’s complicated; we were attacked, before, but that out there- that’s not- there’s another one-”
“Keep your voice down,” Hopper hissed urgently, and they both realized at the same time that the sloppy sounds of consumption had ceased in the midst of his babbling.
Wide-eyed, Steve looked to Hopper in alarm. A heavy silence hung in the air for the moment where neither of them reacted, until the sounds of snow crunching under the feet of something heavy coming towards them drove Steve to act.
“Don’t shoot him,” he said, looking Hopper in the eye as he tried to channel the last of his courage. His body was still shaking as he tried to tap into it, but if there was any courage left in him, it was making itself scarce. “Stay hidden, run when you can,” he added, swallowing hard, and before Hopper could react, he dashed away from their position behind the tree to meet the beast Billy had become directly.
“Wait! Steve!” Hopper cursed and made to follow after him, but was stunned into immobility with what he saw when he rounded the tree. He shrunk back against the bark involuntarily at the sight of the tall, hulking form that towered over the Harrington boy, dripping blood and looking oh so hungry.
Ignoring every alarm that was ringing in his head to turn tail and run, Steve stood very, very still, staring up into the grotesquely animalistic features Billy’s face had morphed into. Blood was dripping freely from his mouth and down the length of his throat, lips drawn back into a snarl exposing all his pointy new teeth. A low growl was rumbling out of his mostly furless chest, growing louder as Steve tentatively began to raise his hand that held the invisible wound.
Steve licked his lips anxiously before he spoke, saying, “It’s just me, Hargrove. Don’t- no need to cream your pants here.”
He laughed nervously, hoping that his callback to a familiar dialogue would somehow be enough to trigger some kind of recognition, but Steve found no hint of familiarity in Billy’s bright, yellow-blue eyes. They glinted with barely restrained madness as Billy snarled and snapped his jaw angrily, strips of unidentifiable flesh stuck hanging in his teeth. What little courage Steve had managed to draw upon to face him was quickly leaving him, but still he stood strong, his feet frozen in place. In the back of his mind, Steve began to wonder if that wasn’t because of the onset of frostbite.
There were less than five feet between them- an easy distance for Billy to gap, and yet, he hadn’t. Despite all the aggression he was displaying, he hadn’t yet made a move to attack, an observation that Steve struggled to make sense of.
“Steve.”
Hopper’s voice, a hoarse whisper behind him, went as unheeded as the wind blowing by them.
“It’s just me,” he said, addressing Billy and raising up his marked hand to him again, hoping that it might spark a less aggressive reaction this time. Billy gnashed his teeth and set his lips back into a deeper snarl in response, startling Steve into taking a step backwards. He lowered his hand helplessly, watching as the muscles in Billy’s legs coiled tight, his whole body tensing as he lowered into a crouch, readying himself to spring.
He was going to die. Steve’s eyelids fluttered at the realization; it didn’t matter if his toes were frostbitten if he was just going to get eaten in the end. Taking a deep breath, Steve felt some of his panic ebbing away with the inevitability of it all, nowhere left for him to hide that Billy couldn’t chase him down to kill. The second he turned his back, he was sure Billy was going to pounce.
“Steve!”
Drawn out of his pre-death introspection, Steve twitched, blinked, and turned to face Hopper, the start of an apology on the tip of his tongue, words he wanted to share to let him know that he hadn’t really expected this to end well for him anyway, and froze when he finally saw what Hopper had been urgently trying to get him to see.
A shadow- long, thin, but spawned from nothing, had been creeping along the ground towards him. It was indented into the snow, a deep void pressed flat against the stark whiteness of the frost that was moving so slowly, it didn’t appear to be moving at all. The other one, still trying to reach him, one long, skinny hand stretched forward to claim its prey at last.
When it saw that Steve had finally noticed it, it grinned, red eyes blazing.
Several things happened at once in that instance. At the same time he heard Hopper cocking his gun and yelling for him to move, he felt the warm, hot hand of Billy grab him by the shoulder. Long, sharp claws pierced through the fabric of his layers of clothing and inches deep into his skin, and as the first werewolf began to rise, Billy’s grip over him tightened and Steve felt himself being thrown violently backwards. Bellowing out a deafening roar, Billy sprung forward with the momentum to meet the creature, red spittle flaring out of his mouth as he was met with tooth and claw.
Steve’s feet left the ground as he was flung aside, his back colliding with a sturdy tree that pushed all the air out of his lungs. He gasped, wheezing for air as the edges of his vision blackened for a precarious moment. He coughed and struggled to breathe as Hopper ran towards him, slipping in the snow before frantically trying to help Steve to his feet. Steve stood, but wavered in place as he continued to struggle to get air in, not quite able to fully comprehend what was happening around him.
“We have to go,” Hopper said, trying to hustle a dazed Steve away from the terror taking place. “We have to go now; can you run? Walk?”
“Yeah, yeah, I can-” he began to say, and although Hopper had faced him away from it, Steve could hear Billy fighting the other creature. Savage, wet sounds reached his ears as the two beasts tore into each other viciously. “I can’t leave him,” Steve gasped out, turning away from Hopper who, this time, did not let him get away. “I can’t leave him!”
“You are hurt,” Hopper stressed, dragging Steve away through the snow with a strong arm wrapped around his waist. “You’re not dressed for the weather and you. Are. Hurt. Whatever that thing is, you can’t help it; we have to go now!”
Steve struggled uselessly, watching aghast as Billy was tackled into the snow, the head of the other werewolf bearing down on him to tear at his chest.
“Billy!” Steve shrieked as Billy unleashed a horrible howl of agony.
The first beast almost sounded like it was laughing as it tore into him, blood and flesh being slung into the air before Billy was able to kick him off, using the enhanced muscles in his legs to propel it backwards. It flew away from him, much in the same way Steve had been launched before, but Billy didn’t allow it time to recover. He sprung after it immediately, pouncing atop of it and grabbing it with his jaw by the shoulder.
Steve watched, wide-eyed and horrified as Billy pulled it up and ran, dragging it away further into the woods and away from them.
“We’ve got to go after them,” Steve said, sound frantic as he struggled to give chase. Hopper didn’t listen, nor did he give Steve any slack to escape.
“We have to go,” he growled out as he pinched Steve to his side, veering them away from the direction Billy had dragged the other werewolf.
Steve tried one last time to pull himself free from Hopper’s iron grasp before giving up, letting himself be led out of the woods to the road where Hopper had parked his truck. He couldn’t tell if he was shaking from the cold or from the possibility that Billy could die or already be dead. He’d trusted Steve to keep him contained, and instead of doing his job he’d let him go.
“You are going to explain everything to me,” Hopper said, his voice gruff as he opened the passenger door and all but shoved Steve into the seat, “and when I say ‘everything’, I mean everything.”
As he slammed the door shut, Steve sat numbly in his seat and watched as Hopper walked around the front of the truck to get in on the driver’s side. With the engine started, Hopper turned the air on to the hottest setting before shifting into gear and driving them away.
“Don’t take me to the hospital,” Steve said once he’d found his voice, but it felt rough and wrong in his throat. His eyes were wide and practically glued to the window, unable to tear his gaze away from the woods they were speeding past, hoping to catch some glimpse of Billy or the other one.
Hopper side-eyed him tensely, frowning at the request.
“You’re hurt,” he said simply. “Your arm is bleeding.”
“It’s just some torn stitches; it’s not bad. I’ll go tomorrow.” He turned in his seat to face Hopper finally, desperation creasing his forehead and making him look far older than he was. “First thing tomorrow, I swear I’ll go, but you have to take me back to Dustin’s house tonight.”
Hopper’s frown deepened. “Why?” he asked slowly, mistrust lining the tone of his voice.
Steve struggled to find the words he needed to explain their situation, unsure of how much Hopper would be willing to believe and how much he was allowed to tell. In the end he wound up disclosing everything, leaving it to Hopper’s discretion to choose what he would take seriously and what he’d find too outrageous to believe. He told him everything, about their hastily thought out plan to the minimal amount of research they’d done on Billy’s condition and how Steve himself hadn’t even believed it at first.
Hopper remained quiet and impassive as he listened to all that Steve had to say. His face betrayed no emotion on whether he thought Steve was lying to him or not; he merely took it in, acting as a sponge as he was relayed all that Steve knew.
In the end, Hopper didn’t take him to the hospital. He drove Steve back to Dustin’s house as was requested of him, wherein he was able to see the evidence that fortified Steve’s words. The gore of Billy’s shed skin that was left in the basement seemed enough to solidify his thoughts on the matter.
“That thing out there- the one we saw together- you’re telling me that was Billy Hargrove?”
Hopper looked at the hair that lay in clumps on the floor, noting from the colour and the curls that it was Billy’s.
“Yeah,” Steve affirmed, curling his toes in his wet shoes. He could feel them moving, but they still felt disturbingly numb. “I think I might have frostbite in my feet,” he added offhandedly, trying to sound casual about the prospect.
Hopper gave him an alarmed look that suggested he felt he should have taken him to a hospital after all.
“Let’s go inside; I’ll take a look,” Hopper said, sounding hesitant as he gestured towards the stairwell, “but if they look bad enough, then I am taking you to a doctor. Frostbite is serious.”
“That’s fair.”
They climbed the cellar steps quietly, and each step Steve took was painful. Hopper made him sit at the kitchen table once they were inside and then kneeled down, peeling off his sneakers and damp socks and laying them out on the linoleum flooring with a wet plop. Steve watched nervously, afraid for his own wellbeing for the first time that night as Hopper appraised his feet, looking at his toes carefully.
The skin, mercifully, wasn’t dark or black, but looked waxy and unnaturally pale. They felt stiff whenever Steve tried to move them.
“You’re right,” Hopper said with a sigh eventually, causing Steve’s stomach to drop uncomfortably. “Mild. Treatable here, but still frostbite. Do you know where the bathroom is?”
Steve shook his head as Hopper came to a stand and looked around awkwardly, uncomfortable at the prospect of having to look for it in a home he hadn’t properly been invited into. “Stay here,” he said after a moment, as if Steve had plans to run back out into the wilderness to look for Billy on frostbitten feet.
He watched wordlessly as Hopper left the kitchen, wandering down the halls of the Henderson household to look for a bathroom. After a few minutes, during which Tews had come in to keep him company, Steve heard the sound of a faucet turning on and water being drawn into a bathtub. Seconds later and Hopper was back in the kitchen, holding out his hand for Steve to take.
Hobbling to his feet, Steve used Hopper’s arm for support as they slowly made their way into Dustin’s mom’s bedroom and then into the master bathroom, where Hopper had indeed begun drawing a bath. He helped Steve sit on the rim of the tub, knocking over a few of Dustin’s mom’s bottles of soaps in the process as he checked the temperature of the water.
“Your skin needs to thaw. Keep your feet in the water until you can feel your toes again and then wrap them up with whatever you can find,” Hopper explained as Steve began to roll up his pants legs. He was aware of the chief’s eyes on him as he hesitantly shifted in place to bring his legs up and over the rim, hovering his feet above the water, afraid that it would hurt once they breached the surface. “If the skin doesn’t turn red in half an hour call someone that can bring you to the ER. Okay?”
“Got it.”
“If you don’t regain feeling in half an hour, you call someone or you’ll lose your toes; do you understand me?”
“Yeah.”
Steve slowly let his feet sink into the water then, wondering what he would do if it came to that. He wouldn’t be able to play basketball anymore if he lost them all, probably. When the water met his skin, there was no pain.
“What are you going to do?” he asked after a long moment, turning up to look at Hopper, his concern wavering from potentially losing his toes to wondering where Billy was and if he was alright.
Hopper didn’t answer right away, and when he did his voice sounded heavy and tired.
“If that thing has what you say is the Hargrove boy, I suppose it’s my duty to go back out and try and find them.” He sighed deeply and rubbed a hand down his face. “You sure he’ll… be normal, come sunrise?”
Steve nodded; he was pretty sure that was the case, at any rate- everything else they’d hypothesized had thus far been proven true.
“And you’re sure he’ll come back here when he does?”
“If he can,” Steve replied. ‘If he’s alive,’ Steve thought.
Hopper sighed again and nodded once to himself. “Alright,” he said. “I’m going to leave, then. If he comes back before I can find him, you call the station and tell them to radio me to tell me you found your dog that got loose, you understand? And I’m serious about your feet; don’t feel like you have to stay here and wait for him if your toes don’t regain feeling.”
“Alright, alright, I heard you the first time,” Steve snapped, flexing his toes in the warm water irritably. It might have just been wishful thinking, but he believed that he could feel some sensation returning to his feet. “Don’t let him or the other one bite you, if you do find them,” he said, letting his misplaced frustrations go with a slackening of his shoulders. “Don’t- don’t let him die.”
“I’ll do what I can, kid.”
And then Hopper was gone, leaving Steve to sit alone with his frozen feet dangling in the warmth of the water. His eyes began to water with shame and anger as he sat there, but he rubbed the tears away hastily before he could devolve into hysterics. He felt cowardly and like a disappointment, but it was all out of his hands now. If Billy survived the night it wouldn’t be because of him, or anything he did, but if he died…
If he died, then it would be.
#harringrove#harringrove fic#billy hargrove/steve harrington#billy x steve#Billy/Steve#steve harrington#billy hargrove#werewolf!billy#slow burn#long fic#stranger things#stranger things fic
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I was tagged by @abangtanfangirl thank you so much!!!!
I'm assuming this is facts that I no one on here would know but I've been on here so long and have done so many tags over the years idk how man exactly will be unknown, but hey it's worth a shot!
1. I have a very musically tuned ear and it gets super annoying sometimes. Yeahhhhh.... so pretty much I can tell if someone is singing of pitch or if someone's instrument isn't tuned correctly, while this makes the moment where everything is in tune glorious... if its off I will noticed and I will make a face even if I try not it I just can't help it sorry.
2. I am queer but it's because I dont want to put a direct pinpoint on my sexuality. This is something I came to realize as of recent. I have really been doing a lot of research into what exactly my sexuality is and what I identified as and thought the whole process while I fit into some parts I didnt fit fully there was always an exception or something I didnt feel I was, I am open to both genders but I also am curious in polyamory which with me being married can cause some raise of eyebrows but it's more for physical affection then sexual reasons, on the topic of that I don't feel generally attracted to very many people in person, more so once I get to know them and see who they are as a person... see that's a lot and instead of having a huge long explanation like that and its thanks to a fellow kpop mutural that I found out about the meaning of queer and it just put me at ease immediately knowing that I can identify as something without it being so exact and pinpointed.
3. I hardcore collect kpop albums, and yes it is a problem. Do I regret it? No absolutely not but, i have gotten pretty carried away over the past few years and now I am trying to chill (which is harder than you think). Music is a huge deal to me and when I like someone's music I want to support them and buy their album. Or in this case all 4 or however many versions there is. It's something that at my worst was really hurting me financially and I am still not doing the greatest with it but I've gotten better, I still collect all of Exo's things but I am slowly trying to back off collecting other groups as unfortunate as it is I can't bankrupt myself even if I want to support everyone. (This makes me feel like I'm gonna get hate, please dont send me hate..... )
4. I am in a much better place mental health wise then I was a few years ago. It's been a long and exausting journey, one that I havent seen a doctor for at all, I still have a long way to go but it has gotten better and for that I am glad.
5. I am an ex-mormon. Yuuuppp I am not going to go into to much detail becuase there is ALOOOTT I could say, I still have a lot of interaction with the church as most of my family is still a part of it and almost none of them know I am no longer a member as I am scared they will ostracize me from the family so I have to fake pretty much who I am whenever I see them.
6. I didnt graduate from high school, and I am working on my GED now. But I hate the fact that my intelligence is measured on a piece of paper... it's not and I'm different and my brain process things differently and doesnt mean I am adhd or has a learning problem, I just learn differently and the US education system failed me because they only accommodate one type of learning agenda.
I am not gonna tag anyone but yeah....
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[SHORT] THE LADYS PIANO
@the-ladys-servant
When he was rung up again , his stomach tied into a knot. The sinking feeling of dread was constricting his insides like a snake killing its prey. When the new lady made her presence known , he wasnt shure what to expect. That unfamiliar voice within the maw’s thoughts , this unknown scent rubbed all over his beloved babydoll. The servant seemed to like this new lady , this second big source of power that would even make the maw shudder with worries at times like a storm haunting the sea.
Thoughts of the servant telling him about this strange new person during his work , although he wasnt shure whenever this picture in his head was even close to what that new lady must look like. he gritted his teeth as the elevator came to a halt. She used the maw , telling him where to go , a part of the ladies quaters he wasnt that familiar with. A part of it where he had no buisness beeing at. As he left the elevator this scent was there again , this strange scent of a strange unknown person. A mixture of assorted soap and parfume , mixed with something he couldnt pinpoint. But something else drew his attention. The servant. She was here as well? why?
Roger made his way through the hallway , his hands carefully creeping infront of him , feeling for any obstacles as he finally reached the door , knocking ever so slightly.
“Come in , Roger...” a voice respondet gently.
He opened the door and visibly unnerved by his situation. He could hear shuffling in the room. Someone stood up and walked closer along with this new smell. he had the urge to back off a little but the door behind him closed.
“Dont be afraid , janitor.” the voice spoke. Her tone was gentle yet distant. Ungodly similar to the mistress. He could hear the servant close by , a thought weiredly calming. She walked arround him , examining him with almost audible curiosity. “I want to ask you for a favor...” she walked away from him , sitting down not so far away. “Emily , she told me you played the piano for her once...” her tone warmed up a little , he hoped he wasnt just imagening it.
“Would you play for me as well?" she asked , her tone warming up a little more. He could hear emily moving alongside the voice. “..me?” He instantly regretted speaking up. “only if you want...i am aware of the rules...however , i was curious..if its as good as she sais..” he felt the heat rise up to his face. “where is it...?” he asked quietly now feeling a little challenged. emily took his hand to guide him. He never knew the lady owned such an instrument , let alone would ever allow anyone to utilize it.
He let his hands trail on the glaze , unlike his own piano , the glaze was still perfect. no cracks or chips unharmed by the sea water. carefully he lifted the lid and let his fingers gently trail over the keys before he began to play , the sound of the piano shaking the air and the music filling the room.....
#((enjoy my poor writing skills))#((idk i wanted to do that for so long now xDDD))#((englisch is not my first language please bear with me!))
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hey so this is kinda complicated for me... but i dont feel like im male or female, agender, or anywhere on the spectrum and i feel like a whole other gender entirely! I go as transmasc w he/him pronouns thou bcus i find thats what it feels closest to. I dont want to use 'third gender' either bcus ik thats a cultural thing (im white) and i wouldnt want to appropriate at all, but there doesnt seem to be any other word for it. Im tempted to make my own term but i know nobody will use/understand it
There are a few things that could work for you!
Proxvir is a gender related to masculinity, but is something separate and entirely on its own.
Maverique is a gender characterized by autonomy and inner conviction** regarding a sense of self that is entirely independent of male/masculinity, female/femininity or anything which derives from the two while still being neither without gender nor of a neutral gender.
Neutrosis is a gender identity that feels neutral, null, or genderless. Sometimes used interchangeably with agender, as the two definitions overlap.
Abinary is a term for anyone whose gender is completely unrelated to the gender binary (such as agender, quoigender, maverique or most xenogenders).
Altegender (Pronounced “alt-eh-gender”) is derived from shortening the phrase “alternate existence.” It is a xenogender that feels as though it’s in a parallel dimension, on a different plane, in a mirror universe, or just in an alternate existence.
Anonbinary is a gender that definitely isn’t binary, but is still even outside of nonbinary. Hence using the ‘a’ like in agender.
Anongender is a gender that is unknown to both yourself and others.
Apogender is a gender identity in which one feels not only genderless, but separate from the entire concept of gender.
Aporagender is a gender separate from man/boy, woman/girl, and anything in between while still having a gendered feeling.
Arigender is a complicated gender identity that you cannot explain or is very hard to explain. A gender that does not fit under any labels. An unfathomable gender.
Pomogender is short for “postmodern”, a way for a person to say that they believe the current vocabulary is not quite complex enough (or diverse enough) to accurately describe their own sense of gender identity.
Ectogender is a gender identity that is elusive, constantly out of one's grasp, and/or hard to pin down.
Epicene is an adjective (sometimes substantive) that indicates a lack of gender distinction. The Order of the Epicene website includes a definition of epicene that they credit to the Oxford English Dictionary; ‘that which exhibits characteristics of both (binary) genders, yet is neither’. In linguistics, the adjective “epicene” is used to describe a word that has only one form for both male and female referents. Epicene may also be a non-binary gender identity.
Exgender or Egender is a genderless feeling that is stronger than agender. It is a refusal of the concept of gender, and of any gendered identity.
Existgender is a gender that simply exists.
Gender- or Gender(minus) is a gender which can only be closely described by a certain gender descriptor but doesn't quite fit every aspect of that label. Example: Xe identifies as maverique more than any other gender, but xe does not feel entirely independent of masculinity/femininity, and therefore isn't quite maverique. Xe is maverique-.
Gendereaux is a feeling of being detached from the concept of gender, but simultaneously identifying with or encompassing many nonbinary experiences or identities.
Genderlike is a gender identity that feels similar to, but not precisely, another gender. Can be combined with relevant genders.
Gendernull/Nullgender is being without gender, but it is not agender or neutrois, a term for those to give a “tangibility” to the intangible thing that is their gender. Described by a nullgender individual as thus:"Undefinable, intangible, the uncreation of gender. It's taking everything everyone throws at you, saying male, female, pick one, pick this, pick that, and taking it in, only to expel it, poisonous crystals erupting from your skin, armor against those who don't listen. A 'I don't want a label because labels don't fit but they help shut people up sometimes, so here have a label' gender label. A fall-back plan, a red herring to give people who can't conceptualize the absence, void, nullification of gender. It is, and is not. All and none. Nonexistant but present."
Genderunique is a gender that cannot be described by existing terms, it is very unique and personal. It is more up to interpretation by the individual that identifies with it than anyone else.
Gendervacuous or Vacugender is from the word “vacuum,” to describe the feeling of existing in a space without gender. Similar to egender and quoigender, but not quite the same. The feeling that gender as a concept does not apply to you, or does not fully apply to you. Someone who is vacugender can present in any way that person chooses, and may be okay with being viewed as any gender.
Genderweird is a term used to describe those whose gender cannot be described by any existing label, or cannot be pinned down as such.
Homproche ("om–PROESH"): Near or Approaching Male,” From French homme ‘man’ and proche ‘near.’ A gender expression that is Masculine, despite a gender identity that is not. An identity where one’s gender expression is an integral part of one’s queer experience.Can also be used, in some cases, as a synonym for Proxvir: A gender that is close to or resembles Male but is separate from it. This gender is not inherently Male-Aligned / Solarian, an Homproche can have any alignment.
Ilyagender: Having a tangible presence of gender, one which is not man, woman, neutral, or agender in any way, nor between or a combination or derivation. related: aliagender, aporagender, maverique.
Ningender: Umbrella term for all genders neutral in nature. Not synonymous with nb, because, for example, juxera is nonbinary but it is feminine in nature, not neutral. May simply be used as "nin", ie. "my gender is nin".
Nonpuer/Nonvir: Someone who is not male at all in any way, shape, or form, but feels a strong connection to masculinity within their gender. Nonpuer is the young form and Nonvir is the older form, as, similarly to the term "enby", many find "boy" (puer means boy in Latin) infantilizing.
Novigender: A gender experience too hard to read/process/understand or too complex to pin down to one word.
Preterbinary: Beyond the the gender binary/spectrum of male and female.
Transneutral:A term used to describe transgender people who were assigned male or female at birth, but identify with neutral gendered feelings to a greater extent than with femininity or masculinity. They usually are nonbinary but could be trans men or trans women.
Vexegender/Vexgender: When one’s gender is in the non-binary/agender spectrum, but pinpointing it beyond that is impossible because the individual does not understand the concept of gender.Not to be confused with Gendervex.
Xenogender: A nonbinary gender identity that cannot be contained by human understandings of gender; more concerned with crafting other methods of gender categorization and hierarchy such as those relating to animals, plants, or other creatures/things. It’s mainly an umbrella term for genders with themes such as nouns, archetypes, synesthetic experiences, neurodivergences.
All of the above definitions were taken from here and here unless otherwise noted. If none of these feel right I would recommend checking those links as well! They’ve got a ton of stuff.
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7 Essential Questions to ask thyself
Talking to yourself is not a weird thing but generally a good thing to get to know more about yourself. It is how you nourish your intrapersonal communication that affects everything that you do in life.
What are the questions that you can ask yourself to deeply understand how you feel and what are things you think would give you fulfillment?
This blog may be helpful to those who are lost and confused about what they really want or want to do in life.
There are possible ways on how you can recreate yourself to keep growing and become the best version of yourself because the reality is, we are all unique in every way. To go deeper into your inner self and discover a lot of possibilities, you may write down and try to answer the following questions that will help you achieve your wants, needs, dreams and aspiration in building yourself. (It'd be better if you have a journal for this.)
1. Who and what do I want to become?
This question may be quite broad but through your past and current experiences, you can list down all your likes and interests.
I know each and every one of us have a dream. It may be wanting to becoming a successful engineer, a young-billionaire, a UNICEF- Ambassador, or maybe someone who only wants to own a farm. Whether small or big, it still is a dream. It sets us to become determined, directed, inspired and motivated. After all, our self-fulfillment varies individually.
Imagine who you are, and what you possibly would be doing 5 to 10 years from now. Dream and visualize. If you don’t know where you are right now, think about the things that you love and begin with them.
2. What are the things that you want to learn?
We know that education is a continuous process. Whether you already attained the highest degree of education, we should never stop learning because learning is always associated with growing. You stop learning, you stop growing.
Choose any field of knowledge that you would like to add up to your credentials to help sharpen your mind and improve your cognitive,affective, and performance skills.
You may also list down any experience that you want to acquire like, attending musical workshops, art class and so on. This is also beneficial in many aspects of our being.
We should always be driven to gain and learn new things.
You may also add this question to be more specific:
Aside from the skills you have right now, what are other skills that you wanted to acquire?
List down as many as you can and you may also classify them whether it is a business skill, leadership skill, creativity skills and etc.
3. What are the good things about you that will remind yourself that you are good enough and worthy?
In identifying ourselves in the midst of our goal and aspiration, sometimes it may be overwhelming because nothing worth comes easy. Before we get to accomplish big things, we have to try and work hard for it, to keep us motivated and avoid being drowned in our own negativity, self-doubt or overthinking, enlighten yourself by writing all the good things you know about yourself, you may refer to your own character,positive traits, past experiences,current achievements and learnings. Creating and refocusing a brighter mind-set is the key to keep you driven and feel good about yourself. As much as possible avoid comparing yourself to other accomplished people. (I myself am quite guilty of this) But this is normal and completely fine and as much as possible, try not to think about it often. After all, it is just a temporary sign of vulnerability and a proof that we are all just human. So forgive yourself for that matter. Focus on what you are up to.
4. What is/are your specific dream/s? Are you committed to make it/ them real?
(I haven't literally written down my answer yet but I have it in mind.)
In achieving a goal we always apply the principle of SMART ( I’m neither a financial adviser nor a successful preacher but in my P.E class we always apply these principles in physical training of students, for them to achieve their target fitness goal)
SMART stands for:
S-pecific
M-easurable
A-chievable
R-ealistic
T-ime bounded
These principles are general and can be applied in anything that we want to achieve, may it be about your business venture, results in exam, or career goals.
Yes, it’s important that we should be specific in our goals to set a clear direction and procedure to attain it, and we can only have a certain chance of success if we commit ourselves to it. It may require lots of attempts, a lot of sacrifices. But these are things that make success a lot more worthy in the end.
If it’s a dream, you do what ever it takes to take it. If you don’t, it’s just a wish.
5. What are your strengths and weaknesses?
We are all guilty of our insecurities. Insecurities attack in many forms according to psychology but since this is only a personal view of mine, I will not elaborate it.
In embracing oneself and to fully understand where we are coming from, we should be aware and be truthful about our ups and downs. Nobody is perfect and what we can only do is to embrace that we are perfectly imperfect!
When we take note of these things, we are able to realize and accept our whole self and when it happens, nothing can go wrong and against us.
Tip: Try to write them in a chart so that you will be able to think about ways to enrich your strength and deal with your weaknesses.
6. What is stopping you from doing what you want to do?
When we don't have full control of ourselves we easily get distracted, frightened and discouraged to do the unknown things.
List them down so that you can pinpoint your "do's" and trim down your "donts" that takes you away from being the GOLD that you are meant to be.
7. What do you hate and love about yourself?
We have to face it, that we have a side of us that we love and the side of us that we don't. The only way to conquer ourselves is to accept our nature and limits and use them to be limitless.
Yes, you've read it right, it's quite contradicting but the only way to go beyond our limits is to accept it and when we already know how to deal with it, we become free and feel limitless ( in a sense that the things we hate will never be used against us to restrict us from doing the things we love and dream)
By the way, if you have already listed the things you love about yourself,give yourself credit, compliment yourself, (ex: I am artistic,I can dance and write songs, I'm also good in Geometry,I am so creative) and about the things that you hate, feel what you want to feel but always remind yourself that it is totally okay. Forgive yourself for being so hard and try to loosen up. Cry or lament about it, but always remember that it doesn't make you worthless and a bad person, so again, IT'S OKAY. Give yourself a time to heal and accept what you cannot change and improve what you can.
These questions are only guide that may help you when you feel like you can't figure out yourself in the middle of circumstances that are beyond your control, and after dealing and trying to answer these, you will feel a lot better.
In difficult times, it's not bad to put ourselves first above everything else. We only have one life and the only way to live it well is to do what makes and would make us happy, fulfilled and at peace.
Make it a habit to say or write something good about yourself every time you wake up or before beginning your daily routine,whatever you're doing, as long as it makes you happy, go for it. There is no small or big effort because we've got our own purpose in this world.
We've got different lives to live and path to take but what truly matters is the love we get from one self and other people who are dear to us.
Love,
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DEATH CITY DAYS CHAPTER 55
the gears of fate are turning, and we get a small bit of insight to mori’s childhood...
Kid: *pants* "...I think you should be cut loose now..." stocking: y-yeah... good call... Kid: *unties one hand...and brings it to his face* stocking: *smiles and strokes his cheek* Kid: "I love you, my beloved..." stocking: i love you too, honey~<3 Kid: ^\\\^ *removes the other strap on her hand, and hugs her* stocking: u//////u Kid: *kisses her neck before laying his head on her chest* stocking: *strokes his head gently* Kid: *purrs, kisses her chest lightly* -in asakusa- Benimaru: *blocking attacks* shinra: *making a stance* Benimaru: "..." *springs at him* tamaki: *jumps from above* Benimaru: *does not notice Tamaki, is still attacking Shinra* tamaki: *spindash attack* Benimaru: *hit* "!!!" shinra: woah! tamaki: success! *v-sign* kirei: are you ok, beni? *worried* Benimaru: "..." *stands up* "I am satisfied." shinra: congrats, tamaki. tamaki: *beaming* Arthur: *clapping* -at the 8th brigade- nozomi: commander, we made a breakthrough! Akitaru: "??? Oh?" nozomi: we've managed to pinpoint shinra's brother's location. Victor: *holds up a dirt sample* "We got the dirt!" Akitaru: ._. *looks at Nozomi* "???" nozomi: according to victor's findings, the iron from giovanni's staple gun dates back to the 1500s. Victor: "And this soil sample has a moss that is only found underground." *holds up a map* "And I have narrowed locations in the city that have iron from the 1500s plus this moss underground to...Here!" Akitaru: *looks at the map* "Hmm...That's their headquarters..." maki: way to go guys! nozomi: t-thank you. .///. Victor: ^^ "Thanks! Credit Nozomi for tracking the iron composition." karin: great job nozomi! your dad would be proud. nozomi:.... ^^ t-thank you, dr itou! Akitaru: *small smile* "Good work all around. Have you messaged Shinra?" -the phone rings- Takehisa: *answers* "Eighth Fire Brigade." maki: yo?......ah.....i see....great!....ok. bye. *hangs up* good timing, they finished their training and will be coming home tomorrow. Akitaru: "That'll be one heck of a flight back...I guess we can tell Shinra then." -elsewhere- dahlia: it wont be long before the brigades find our location. Sho: "Which is exactly what we should want." Giovanni: "???" *looks at the others* guruna: kurun~? how is that so~? arrow: *looking at sho* lisa:..... Sho: "It is time one of the Adora Links comes to us." seraphim: .... -elsewhere- Yuu: "Bed goes down. Bed goes up! Bed goes down. Bed goes up!" sayu: what's that thing, yuuyuu? Yuu: " 'Maximum Walker'! With it, I can recuperate and still be on the go." sayu: cool! *hugs the leg* it looks so fluffy! Yuu: ^^ "Yep! It's a bed!" *lifts the leg carefully with Sayu still on it* sayu: that's really cool, yuuyuu! ^^ Yuu: ^\\\^ *takes a few more steps around* -elsewhere- Kyoka: *tapping her foot* yosano: need something, kiddo? Kyoka: "...Do you want to have a meal with me?" yosano: sure, why not. ^^ Kyoka: *sets out a bento box* yosano: wow, this looks great! you make this yourself? Kyoka: *nods* "Yes, I did." yosano: *nom* this is delicious. good job! Kyoka: .///. "...Thank you." *nom* -elsewhere- FD: "Almost...done..." *finishes typing* yana: *doing some touch ups to rain's dress* there we go. FD: "That's coming along very well." yana: thanks. *glances at the incubator...with a baby inside it* should i wait till it's around toddler stage or nah? FD: "Hmm...Up to you on that one." yana: eh, i'll wait a bit on it then. im not good with babies. FD: "Me neither...Tend to be noisy." yana: plus i was kinda born a grown ass adult soooo....yeah. FD: "..." *holds hand up to the top of her head* "..." yana: nyeh? FD: " 'Adult,' huh?" yana: eh. *shrug* still taller than zoey and barkova, so...that's there. FD: "Also true...At least you can pass for a student still." yana: well i do have a baby face somewhat, haha. FD: "Hmm...Don't think that comes from my side." yana: must have been whoever i was supposed to be then. but that's none of my concern right now. FD: "Hmm...This dress, will it be enough?" yana: *nods* now to just get our petit mafia down here somehow... FD: "...Maybe he has a favorite food or beverage?" yana:....*smirk* i did find out he's a classmate of mind....perhaps i should make some new friends tomorrow. FD: "Then that is your next task." *smiles* -morning- Chuuya: *yawns* =_= mito: zzzz.... Chuuya: "..." *kitten hug* mito: =w= Chuuya: *small kiss on the top of Mito's head* "Okay, I guess it's time to get ready for school..." -in class- shinra: we're back at school, finally. tamaki: greeeat. iris ^^ Relan: *waves at Iris* iris: morning, relan. did you guys sleep ok? shinra: yep. tamaki: come on guys, lets get to class already. Arthur: -_____- "Zzz..." nozomi: um...arthur? *poke poke* Arthur: o___O *swings his arms* "TO ARMS!" nozomi: eep! *stumbles back* Aoyama: "Oh, dear..." *catches* nozomi: ah! m-mr aoyama. tamaki: o-o;;;; *fast walking to homeroom* Aoyama: "Hello, Nozomi~" Arthur: *following Tamaki* -_-; nozomi: i-its good too see you again, mr aoyama. ^^; Aoyama: "And you as well. We should catch up. Maybe over lunch?" nozomi: um... s-sure. ^^; Aoyama: "I shall see you there." *waves* -in class- Chuuya: *sits down* yana: ... Chuuya: *looking for a pen* "???" yana: here. *hands him one* Chuuya: "Oh--thanks." *takes it, starts writing* yana:...*smirks* -elsewhere- Izuku: "How did training go?" shinra: it went great! i think we got combat classes in the bag this year. ^^ tamaki: dont get too full of hot air now. -_-; Izuku: ^^; "I'm sure you did well too, Tamaki..." tamaki: ^w^ shinra:... -_-; tamaki: what? ochako: hehe. they really are like siblings. shinra + tamaki: AS IF! Izuku: "...Huh. I kind of see it now. Similar hair, always in arguments--" shinra + tamaki: that doesnt mean a thing! >n< Bakugo: "Jeez, good thing you said 'siblings.' If you said they were a couple, they'd probably bash your head in." tamaki: YOU WANNA GO, BAKUGOU?!?! shinra: *backing away slowly* time for me to get to class now, later! Bakugo: "..." *sighs, flicks some sweat at her* tamaki: EEEEW GROSS!! DX< Bakugo: "My sweat is also highly explosive..." kirika: well, this school year just got more interesting. Gopher: .w. -elsewhere- Benimaru: "...It's not like I miss them or anything." kirei:... *small smile* ^^ Benimaru: -\\\\- "...It is quieter. Maybe I should spar." -elsewhere- Hibana: TT_TT -elsewhere- Lawless: *reading play for class* -elsewhere- Shotaro: *staring at a wall of math equations* owo;;; "...Maybe I'm in the wrong class." -in another classroom- rowena: *writing things down* Kyoka: *taps her shoulder* rowena: hmm? Kyoka: *hands her attendance sheet* rowena: ah. -after classes- yana: oi, ozaki, i know this really cool place to hang out! Chuuya: "Um...I'm not sure I'm--" yana: you sure about that, mr executive? *smirks* Chuuya: "...What kind of a nickname is that?" yana: it's not. but you would know that, wouldnt you, mr chuuya nakahara? Chuuya: "..." yana: a little birdy told me you're planning on taking down the head of the mafia. we want to help you, but we need help from you as well. think of it as a 'we scratch your back, you scratch ours' kinda thing. Chuuya: "...Not interested." *turns, walks away* yana: tch-... seems the boss is right, you are a stick in the mud. so, how's tachihara doing after getting tazed in the junk? Chuuya: "..." ("They were the ones who set that rat trap for Tachihara?") yana: you didnt answer my question, buddy. Chuuya: "...What was that symbol you people left there? That mouse thing?" yana: well, i coooould tell you, but like you said, you're not interested. *smirk* Chuuya: "...What do you want from me?" yana: hey, it's not what _i_ want. it's what my superior wants. but alas, he isnt up here...so if you dont mind making a little trip... Chuuya: "...Location?" yana:...just follow me...*small grin out of his sight* Chuuya: "..." *follows* "This is bad...I should let someone else know..." -underground, the sound of a cello is heard- Chuuya: "..." *trying to recognize the song* -they stop at a door, and the music seems to be coming from there- yana: *opening the door* -a table is set up, with a figure seated at one chair at the end, but due to the lighting, their features are obscured- -in a part of the room, there is someone playing gymnopedie no 1. on the cello- Chuuya: "And what is the point of all this?" yana: just a business proposition. *closes the door, leaving chuuya alone with the cellist and the unknown figure- Chuuya: *looks around...then at the figure* "...Are you in charge here?" -silence- FD: *continues playing* Chuuya: "...Look, you drag me here. At least talk." -the figure doesnt respond- Chuuya: "...I knew this was a waste of time." *stands* Fyodor: *points his bow at Chuuya's neck* Chuuya: "?!!!" Fyodor: "This performance is not over. She wants to be entertained." Chuuya: "...'She'?" -a light flips on- rain:....... *silence....as she is only a doll now* Chuuya: "?!!!!" *covers his mouth* rain:........ Chuuya: "?!!!!" *covers his mouth* rain:........ yana: *watching through the camera, smirking* Chuuya: "Wh-What is this? What is this?!" -she doesnt say anything- Fyodor: "This is an--" *Gravity push to the wall* Fyodor: "!!!" Chuuya: "..." -a scalpel against the neck- zoey:..... *cold glare at chuuya* Chuuya: *turns his head, stares at her with murderous intention* "I can twist that thing through your eye and out the back of your head." zoey:..... Fyodor: *choking, at Chuuya's grip* Chuuya: *takes Fyodor's head--and slams it back against the wall* zoey: !!! *stabs chuuya in the side* master fyodor! *going over to fyodor's side* are you alright?? D8> Chuuya: *cringes, but doesn't let out a sound...removes the scalpel and tosses it aside* Fyodor: *coughing, waving his hand* "F-Fine..." *small laugh* "Just...got off on the wrong foot..." Chuuya: "...you son of a bitch...What sick game is this?" Fyodor: *coughs* "Zoey...Show our friend the file..." zoey:.... *handing something to chuuya, still glaring at him* Chuuya: *snatches it from her, kicking the scalpel to her* *opens the file* "...You a librarian?" Fyodor: "..." *smirks at Zoey* zoey:....former nurse.... and a tool for master fyodor. Chuuya: " 'Tool'? The hell is that supposed to mean?" *holds up a page* "I meant this book you got here. What is it?" zoey:.... *looks at fyodor* Fyodor: "You loved Ms Kosaka, didn't you?" Chuuya: "..." *takes a step forward* zoey: .... Fyodor: "Too bad she died...Be nice if you had a way to--" Chuuya: "Bring her back?" Fyodor: *smiles at Zoey* "He's a smart one, yes?" zoey:...perhaps....but your knowledge vastly outweighs his. Fyodor: *nuzzle* "Of course~" Chuuya: "Are you trying to tell me something, or make me vomit? You have R--...You have her as this...this monstrosity. Why should I listen to one goddamn word you say..." *a crack forms along the floor as the room shakes* "...and not bring this building down onto you?" zoey:.....*looking at fyodor* Fyodor: "This book, as you know, will bring the dead back to life. And I know you, Chuuya. I've been watching you for some time. I know your habits. Your desires. Which wine you have when. Where you buy your Mother's Day gifts for that woman--" Chuuya: "?!!!" Fyodor: "I can predict every movement you take...so I know you will accept my offer. Because without Mito, you are a mess. And you want her to live the life she was denied. And all it takes is this book--to make your dreams into reality." zoey: ... Fyodor: "Including your vengeance against the man who defiled your beloved..." Chuuya: *shaking* yana: *observing through the cameras* ... Chuuya: "What do you need from me?" Fyodor: "Information. And for you not to whisper a word to anyone at the Mafia: not your mother, not miss higuchi, not your boss, not anyone." zoey: and not your former partner, especially... Chuuya: "So none at the Agency, either?" Fyodor: "And no one else you don't want Zoey to kill." *pats her head* zoey: hehe~ *scalpel shine* Chuuya: "...And you will resurrect...her." *looks at the doll* rain: ..... Chuuya: "...What sick fuck would do that to a corpse? ...How could you do that?" Fyodor: *pets Zoey* "Easy...I need an answer, Chuuya." Chuuya: "...I'll do it." yana: *small chuckle* Fyodor: "Good...We'll be in touch." Chuuya: "I'm sure. Will you show me out?" -the door opens, a masked figure is there to lead him out- Chuuya: "..." *follows* *his hand shifts slightly* zoey:.....shall i speak with the child soon? Fyodor: "??? Do you want to?" zoey: if it is what you wish for me to do...i'd gladly do so. Fyodor: *smiles, tickles under her chin* "Go ahead." zoey: ah~ yana: *rolls eyes and sticks tongue out as if to gag* ugh, you guys know i can still see you, right? Fyodor: "...Then leave it recording and exit the room." yana: ugh, say no more... Fyodor: *cuddles* "Pleasure before work..." -elsewhere- Relan: "It's good to be home..." *holding Buttons* buttons: ^o^ Relan: "Hee hee...Thanks for watching him, Iris." iris: any time, relan. ^^ Relan: "How was everyone while we were gone?" maki: check these out! *has the iron owls out* pretty cool, right? Relan: "Oooooo! How are they flying?" maki: vulcan helped with some of his tech. shinra: cool! Vulcan: "Just needed to find the correct structure and materials to allow Maki's fireballs to hold up the weight of these heavy barriers..." nozomi: ...oh, shinra, the commander wanted to talk to you then. shinra: oh? ok then... Akitaru: *at his desk...or, rather, bench-pressing his desk* shinra: *knocks* sir? Akitaru: "Shinra! Hey, come in!" shinra: so, what's up? nozomi said you had something to talk to me about? Akitaru: "...Please, sit down..." *he's been juggling the chairs and puts one down* shinra: *sits down*....um...im not...in trouble....am i? Akitaru: "...We found your brother's location." shinra: !!! Akitaru: "We're planning how we are going in." shinra: where is he?! Akitaru: "Underground." shinra: well then lets go! Akitaru: "Hang on...I'm finishing up some backup..." shinra: b-but- Akitaru: "Shinra...You're close to this..." karin: easy there. it'd be reckless to jump in head first...but i get where you're coming from....if it were irina, i'd feel the same way.... Akitaru: "What she said..." *pats Shinra's shoulder* shinra:.... -elsewhere- Asura: *shudders* mikan: *holding his hands, humming* Asura: "It...I feel..." mikan: *kissing his hands* its alright, asura. im right here. Asura: "...Crowded..." mikan:...*hug* did you want to go onto the roof? Asura: "..." *nods* -elsewhere- Shima: "Rin's girlfriend's pretty awesome in battle, huh?" izumo: -_-; she has a name you know. shiemi: yeah... Shima: "I know, I know--I just say that to remind myself not to put the moves on her." izumo: you better not. madoka: ^^; the way they're talking almost makes me sound like some kind of celebrity. but im really not. ^^; Shima: *talking to Izumo* *holds up his hands* "I won't! I won't! Especially now that--...Um..." Rin: *elbow nudge* "Only star I see." madoka: >////< riiin. ^///^ Rin: *cheek smooch* -elsewhere- Montgomery: *sets the plate out for Atsushi* atsushi: thanks lucy. Montgomery: ^^; "I...made it myself." atsushi: it looks nice. what do you think, kyouka? Kyoka: *already eating a large quantity, smiling* "...It's fine." atsushi: ^^; Montgomery: -_-;;; *muttering* "Ungrateful little..." *turns to Atsushi, a bit more irritated* "...Well, you going to dig in?" atsushi: oh! *nom nom* Montgomery: ^\\\\^ "Let me know if you want seconds..." Kyoka: *already holds up empty plate* "More." atsushi: o.o Montgomery: "..." *sighs* "Be right back..." *leaves for kitchen* Kyoka: "...She is friendly to you." atsushi: y-yeah...hard to believe we were enemies a few months ago... Kyoka: "...Yes. It's as if she has something else in mind." atsushi: hmm? like what? Kyoka: "Something nefarious...wicked...She wants to possess you." atsushi: ^^; i think you're misreading the situation... (thinking: just cause akutagawa wants to keep me for himself doesnt mean lucy wants to as well.) Kyoka: "But you admit that she wants you. Romantically. Sexually." atsushi: k-k-kyouka!! o/////o Kyoka: "Do I speak lies?" Montgomery: *exiting the kitchen with more food* -elsewhere- mito: o^o~? *paws at chuuya's shoulder* Chuuya: "..." *not moving* mito:....*nuzzles* Chuuya: *starts crying* mito: ....*nuzzle* Chuuya: *sobbing, holding Mito* "R-Rain..." mito: *purrs* Chuuya: *continues sobbing* mito: *resting on his stomach* Chuuya: "..." *pets her* mito: =w= Chuuya: *sniff* "..." rain?: *whimpering* it hurts... Chuuya: *eyes open wide* -silence- Chuuya: *looks around* "..." -nothing- Chuuya: "..." *tears up* mito: ?? Chuuya: "...Mito...Do you see anything?" mito:....zzzz..... Chuuya: "..." *strokes her* mito: *soft purring* Chuuya: "..." ("Mori...") -silence- Chuuya: ("I'll rip the bones out of your body.") -elsewhere- Dazai: *yawns, staring at papers* -almost everyone went home now- Dazai: *sighs, closes the file and puts it into the cabinet* janitor: *sweeping some stuff* Dazai: "...Doing okay there, buddy?" janitor: *nods* you? Dazai: "Bored." janitor: ah. you heading home soon? Dazai: *stretches* "Yeah, might as well. You?" janitor: just got on duty, friend. Dazai: "Well, keep at it. I'm going to head out. Night..." janitor: you get home safe, ya hear? Dazai: "You too. Later." -and so, on the walk home- Dazai: *small humming* -silence, save for some people just going about their business- Dazai: ("Hmm...Did I get enough food? Kind of feel like a burger. Or pizza. Or burger and pizza.") -the apartment block is just up ahead- Dazai: ("I'll make something...Or get food from a neighbor.") -elsewhere- Joker: *sipping his beer* ivy: zzzz *totally drunk* scarlet: -_-; Joker: "Lightweight..." *another sip* "How you feeling?" scarlet:....*just stares at her reflection in her wine glass* Joker: "...In your own world?" scarlet:...maybe....just...thinking. Joker: "About...her?" scarlet:....*nods*...i want to know...if its possible to remove adora burst from a person.... Joker: "...Never successfully done." scarlet:....then i'll find a way....even if it kills me, i'll find a way. Joker: "To lose your life for such a discovery?" *small smile* "You'll make Victor jealous." scarlet:...im not doing it for glory...all i want is for my sister to be safe... Joker: "Noble..." scarlet: ... Joker: "Well, I tend to start with books. And some experiments." -elsewhere- Kid: "Feel well?" stocking: y-yeah....just....had a nightmare.... Kid: "...I'm sorry." stocking:...i-its ok...*she seems shook up slightly* Kid: "Do you want to talk about it?" stocking:...just...b-bad memories about.....*tearing up* Kid: "...Oh..." *holds her* stocking:.... Kid: "You're safe here..." stocking: *sniff* t-thanks... Kid: *rubs her back* "I love you." stocking: i love you too... Kid: *hums lightly* stocking: mmm... Kid: *gently rocks her* stocking: *calming down* Kid: *wraps blanket around her* stocking: u////u Kid: "You're safe..." stocking:....*asleep* Kid: "..." *worried look, as he holds her* -elsewhere- Hibana: "Want another cookie?" -elsewhere- Dazai: *stretches* -the tv is currently on the home shopping network- Dazai: "Hmm...Wonder if I should buy that..." *holding the remote* Dazai: *changes the channel* [detective: *dying on the lap of his partner*] [partner: come on man, dont die on me here.] Dazai: “…” {odasaku: of course i know. i know better than anyone else...because...im your friend...} Dazai: *trying to change the channel* -channel switched to weather- Dazai: *tears falling* *dials Atsushi* atsushi: *yaaawn* hello? Dazai: QWQ "Hey buddy, what's up?!" atsushi: trying to sleep... Dazai: "Ha ha ha! That's so funny! So...Can we talk?" atsushi: ok? Dazai: "...You like bread?" atsushi: i guess? why? Dazai: "Let's bake some bread!" atsushi: at 10:32 at night?! Dazai: "It'll be moonlit bread!" atsushi: -_-; just because my ability is called 'beast beneath the moonlight' doesnt mean im nocturnal... Dazai: "Want to watch a movie?" atsushi: does it involve going to sleep? Dazai: "So no 'Sleepless in Seattle'?" atsushi: -____-; Dazai: "What did you want to do to pass time?" atsushi: ....is something wrong? Dazai: QWQ *voice cracking* "No-o-o?" atsushi:...dazai... Dazai: “…..” *crying* atsushi: !!! hold right on, i'll be over in a sec! Dazai: "Th-Thank you..." TT~TT -and so- atsushi: *turning on the coffee machine* Dazai: *blows his nose* atsushi: did you want to talk about it? Dazai: "I-I was triggered by a film I was watching." atsushi:...*pats his back* Dazai: *wipes his nose* "Just a lot to deal with..." atsushi:....... Dazai: "...Ideals are a weird thing." atsushi: just dont let kunikida hear you say that. Dazai: *small laugh* "...Ideals get people killed." atsushi: .... Dazai: "Yet, without ideals, we're just...husks." atsushi: i guess that makes sense.....people...exist to save themselves....right? Dazai: "..." *pats his head* atsushi:...just...had that thought... odasaku:....*small smile* Dazai: *small laugh* "Yeah...It's a good one." atsushi:....*small smile* Dazai: "..." *pulls some donuts out from the cupboard* -elsewhere- Vulcan: *in firefighters uniform* "...This feels so wrong." karin: not exactly my style, but what can ya do. *shrug* Vulcan: "But I can't concentrate under this many layers..." *takes off jacket and shirt, puts on the hat* "Ah, there. Better." nozomi: h-heavy... >.< Victor: *the jacket is too short for him* "???" nozomi: ^^; karin: ... Victor: "Maybe I should swap this out for a larger coat..." *tries to put on helmet--and it is stuck on his afro* "??? nozomi: *small chuckle* ^^ Victor: ^\\\^ "I'll swap that out, too...Or..." *punches a hole in the helmet, and his afro fits through it* karin: O-O Vulcan: -_-; "Dude, the point of a helmet is to protect your head." Victor: "...Isn't the point of those clothes to protect your body?" Vulcan: "THIS IS MY AESTHETIC!" -elsewhere- Kid: "Better?" stocking: *nods* Kid: *small smile* "May I get you something to drink?" stocking: tea please... Kid: "Okay. Be right back." *kisses her forehead* -morning- Dazai: "Zzz..." atsushi: zzzz *asleep on the couch* Dazai: *turns over in bed--and falls out with a thud* atsushi: h-huh? wha? Dazai: "I didn't do it, Kunikida! Ranpo stole your pens!" *looks around* "...Oh. Morning." atsushi: you ok? Dazai: =w= "Yeah...Good night sleep does wonders. How 'bout you? The couch comfy enough?" atsushi: yeah. sorry for the intrusion. Dazai: "I invited you--no intrusion at all." ^^ atsushi: yeah. ^^; i should probably get ready for class soon. Dazai: "Right! I'll see you at work after school." *waves* -in class- Montgomery: "??? You okay?" atsushi: yeah. *small kitty yawn* Montgomery: o\\\o ("OMG...") >\\\< "Well, pay attention! You need to take notes!" *shoves paper and pen in front of him* atsushi: right. *writing things down* Naigus: "There are various ways people access powers. Some are ability users. Some are weapons. Some with quirks..." atsushi: *listening* Naigus: "While it is rare, it is not impossible for someone to have multiple forms of various abilities, such as someone who is both a Dokeshi and a flame human." -someone raises her hand- sayaka: i have something to add. Ouo Naigus: "Go ahead." sayaka: there's also people who have untapped abilities. and with the use of a soul gem, it enhances the wavelength of the user, right? Naigus: "Right." *writes it on the board* "So, there are these and many other abilities that require practice, patience, and learning. That's one reason why you are here at this school." -in another classroom- Chuuya: *scowling* kirika: *leaning in her seat* Gopher: *raising his hand* "I know the answer, teacher!" marie: yes? Gopher: "The relic came from the Amazon." marie: that would be correct. Gopher: -w- "Yay!" -in another class- rowena: *listening* Stein: "And that is how the energy in the soul is channeled up through the skin..." *pulls out a small cage* yana: ?? Stein: "Now, let's show you the arrangement of the skin--by removing it from this live pigmy capybara* rowena: o.o yana: *cracks knuckles* alright. Stein: "...Okay. Come on down--" Capybara: *scared squeaks* *A hand pulls back Yana's shoulder* yana: ?? *looks* Anya: *shakes her head* yana:...*pouts* darn. Anya: "No point doing un-due harm to a pathetic creature." yana: *sits back down* Stein: "Darn." *puts the capybara away* "Then what am I supposed to teach you?" -elsewhere- Touma: "No luck?" mafura: Q-Q mafura-chan's sorry... Touma: *head pat* "It can't be helped." mafura: Q.Q Touma: "We'll just have to do better next time, right? " *smiles* mafura: *nod* Touma: "Now, why don't you have some ice cream from the fridge? I'll be there shortly." mafura: okaaay. -elsewhere- Mori: "...Where are all my pens?" -elsewhere- Arthur: *blowing bubblegum* shinra: hanging out with kishiri? Arthur: "No. I just know that if I blow a big enough bubble, I can coax a dragon to come down, mistaking it for her egg." shinra:......sure. 7_7; Relan: "Well, no dragons out yet." ^^;; "Any plans after school?" shinra: i might take one of those underground tours. Relan: "..." *pats his shoulder* shinra:...*tiny smile* Relan: "Want company?" shinra: i'd like that. *smiles* nozomi: i'll help too. Relan: "Anyone else?" Arthur: *already asleep, still blowing his bubble* iris: *raises hand* tamaki: i'll go with you guys so you dont wuss out. shinra: T_T; thaaanks. Relan: -_- *frowns at Tamaki* Victor: *in a miner's outfit with the helmet and flashlight* "You'll need tools!" shinra: GAH! tamaki: HOLY FRICK! student: what the hell?! Relan: ._.;;; "...Why are you at our school?" Victor: owo "I had the same idea." *hands Tamaki a pick-axe* tamaki: .____.;; Relan: *picks something else up, looking at it* "Why did you bring birthday candles?" Victor: "Those are sticks of dynamite." Relan: o_______O *frozen* shinra: .____________________________.;;;;; Relan: *brain broken, tosses it with a shriek* marie: *taps victor's shoulder* sir, we're going to have to ask you to leave school grounds. -_-; Victor: "Oh, it's okay! I'm a friend of theirs!" marie: sir, you cant bring dynamite onto school property! Victor: "Well, what about that guy? He has a screw in his head!" Stein: *waves* -elsewhere- Emine: "What is the objective of 'dodgeball'?" mana: you're supposed to dodge the balls thrown at you, but also trying to hit the other team with the balls. Emine: "Hmm...Are powers allowed in this competition?" mana: that's a good question. Sid: "No powers. Just dodge and throw." Emine: -___-;;; "Fine..." *stands ready to run for the line of balls* -elsewhere- Yohei: *reviewing old files* ("Something's not right...") coworker: whats up? Yohei: "...Nothing." *puts the file away* ("I know what I just read does not match the Dokeshi Hunt report...") *smiles* "Just feeling tired, I guess." coworker: .... Yohei: ("If he knew these people...who else was he working with?") -elsewhere- Kid: "??? An earthquake?" -in the ada- Tanizaki: Q~Q *running for doorway* "IT'S OKAY! NO ONE PANIC!" naomi: *hugging him* breathe big bro! Tanizaki: Q\\\\\Q "I CAN'T!" Kunikida: *continuing to sip his tea as he writes out reports* yosano: seems it stopped... Tanizaki: *loud sigh of relief* Dazai: "Super! Time to celebrate with a nice cold drink..." *takes soda can from the fridge and opens it-* -elsewhere- Vulcan: *pulling out water treatment equipment and dumping it in Nozomi and Licht's lab* nozomi: ._. w-what exactly is this? Vulcan: "Water treatment equipment. I used to run tests for the city and other odd jobs to make money." nozomi: ah, i see. Vulcan: "It should still work, too." *pours a glass of water from the sink into the machine...and the red light goes on* "Jeez, that's not good..." karin: heyo, whats up? Vulcan: "These pipes are corroding." karin: yikes. need help with that? shinra: ooi, nozomi, you comin with or what? nozomi: ah! right! i apologize, but i promised shinra and the others to go on a tunnel tour with them... karin: *hair ruffle* ah, you go on ahead, kiddo. Vulcan: "Stay safe there. Never know what's in those tunnels..." nozomi: i will ^^ *heading out* karin: *small smile* Vulcan: "...Doc? You think it's safe for them?" karin: did you want to go and supervise? Vulcan: "...They'll be fine. I hope." karin: heh, kind of brings back memories. Vulcan: "?? Nozomi do this kind of thing before?" karin: me and irina, actually, back when we were kids. we'd often explore old abandoned tunnels. irina always waited outside because she didnt want to get in trouble with our parents, haha. Vulcan: "Were you scared?" karin: nah. fear is just a lack of understanding. Vulcan: "Heh. You must've been a know-it-all as a kid." karin: *smirk* is that sarcasm? Vulcan: "Can't be sarcasm if it's the truth." *smirks* -elsewhere- Kyoka: "Are there vending machines at this school?" atsushi: i think so. Kyoka: "Good. I want to have a donut before class." -later- shinra: so the tours start here? nozomi: looks like it. Tour Guide: *holding a raspy megaphone* "Welcome to the guided tour of the intricate tunnel system, sure to be..." *sighs* "...a source of merriment and amusement. Yay." iris: ^^; tamaki: 7-7; Arthur: *whispers to Shinra* "I don't think the tour guide is really enthused." shinra: shh. Tour Guide: "Please put on these protective helmets. They have flashlights on them to guide you through the tunnels. Watch out for rats." Relan: owo iris: *puts it on* Arthur: *turns on the light, turning his head around* shinra: cool. Tour Guide: "Stay together, don't wander off, because..." *puts flashlight up to their creepy face* "YOU MAY NOT COME BACK ALIVE..." iris: eep! nozomi: eek! shinra: o_o; Relan: *hiding behind Iris* Arthur: "...Okay." tamaki: -_-; you babies. Tour Guide: *leads them into the first tunnel* "These tunnels are no longer in operation but once served many functions for our city: transportation, military, sanitation--" nozomi: *looking around* Relan: Q~Q *looking up above at exposed wires* shinra: *holding his hand* iris *holding his other hand* Relan: Q\\\Q Tour Guide: "The tunnel here has exposed wires. But don't worry. Electricity has been turned out due to leaks--" Arthur: *water drips down onto him* tamaki: creepy. nozomi: its just like dr itou's stories... Relan: "H-How so?" nozomi: she told me that she and mom explored places like this when they were young. Relan: "...Creepy places like this?" nozomi: *nods* dr itou said she wasnt scared, though. tamaki: *nods* iris: *listening to the guide* Tour Guide: "--in 1914. These tunnels have hidden secrets organizations." shinra: ... Tour Guide: "For example, Japanese soldiers hid in these tunnels after World War II. It was not until 1952 that the last of them exited." tamaki: *looking around* *Shiny eyes peer out from the darkness* tamaki: O-O;;; *Small animal noise* -elsewhere in the tunnels- tour guide: it's said that there are tunnels all over the city, almost like a maze. it's said the death city underground is like a city of its own. Tourist #1: "Do they hold council elections in this city?" tour guide:... ???: its not an actual city underground, dipshit. tour guide: aaanyway. these particular tunnels were once part of a subway system back in the 1920s. Tourist #2: "Do the subways still run?" tour guide: not in this part of the underground, but there are subway systems away from here that still run, as well as the trams. Tourist #3: "Where are the albino alligators? I was told there would be albino alligators." tour guide: ... TTuTT (thinking: just hang in there Stacey. it will be worth it some day) ???: "Who else has been underground?" tour guide: ?? well, aside from some rumors of ghosts, killers, and cultists, there have been sightings of homeless and wild animals. but dont let that get you all down! Tourist #1: Q~Q ???: "...'Cultists'?" tour guide: yeah, but those are just rumors. ???: "Some rumors can be true..." tourist 4: o-o;;; dude, creepy much? ???: *shudders, glaring at Tourist #4* tourist 4: O-O;; *backs away from him* FD: "And I heard people used to get lost in these tunnels..." tour guide: well, if you dont know what you're doing, it can be dangerous. FD: "But you know, right?" tour guide: ?? well, yeah…that's why i have a stun gun. FD: *smiles* "Good to know..." tour guide: ^^;;; like i was saying...- FD: "Which is the darkest tunnel here?" tour guide: eh? FD: "I research mushrooms." tour guide: i..see. ^^; FD: "Can't you show us some tunnels no one gets to see very often?" tour guide: sorry, but we cant do that. -_-; FD: "What if I paid you?" tour guide: i'd probably end up getting in trouble, sir. -_-;;; FD: *pulls out a $100 bill* tour guide:......*sweats* FD: *eyebrow wiggle* tour guide: alright then. but dont tell anyone about this, ok? FD: *crosses his heart* "Not a word." -elsewhere underground- Arthur: "Scared?" tamaki: n-n-no. Arthur: "..." *holds her hand* tamaki: o///o.... 7////7 Arthur: *small smile* Relan: *looking around...sees a railroad track* "???" shinra: that must part of the subway systems... Relan: "Why were these tunnels shut down?" Tour Guide: *sigh* "Old tracks. Ripped up and sold for the metal..." shinra: ... Tour Guide: "And over here is an abandoned mine..." -elsewhere- Joker: *juggling balls* ivy: *throwing darts...on the dart board is a picture of hibana* Joker: "Practice that aim, Ivy..." ivy: i am. =n= Joker: "Seen Red around?" -ding- scarlet: im back. Joker: "Great! Where you been?" scarlet: on a job. Joker: "It go well? Bring home anything?" scarlet: yeah, it went well. *taking a seat* Joker: "...You feeling okay? Need a drink?" scarlet: im fine. -_-; Joker: "Don't seem fine. What were you doing?" scarlet: just....thinking. and taking care of an assassination job. Joker: "Ah...Deep in thought...Did that affect your work?" scarlet:. no. it didnt. -_-; Joker: "Good to know...because we'll need you focused..." -elsewhere- Kid: *hug* stocking: =w=~<3 Kid: *smooch* stocking: love you~ Kid: "Love you, too..." *smooch* -elsewhere- Poe: *preparing the guest rooms* "..." karl: o.o~? Poe: *smiles* "Just organizing, Karl..." karl: ^^ -ding don- Poe: OWO *runs to the door, opens--* rowena: brother guess what! *shiny eyes* -there is a raven perched on her shoulder- Poe: "...???" rowena: i've gained a familiar! raven: *observing* -seems the bird has a red scarf around its neck- Poe: "...A scarf?" rowena: she had this when i met her earlier today. she said it was a gift from a friend. -the raven flies off her shoulder and...- -pwoof- lenore: *in human form* ah, so this is you're brother, ro? rowena: *nods* Poe: O________O "...What the devil...?" lenore: yo, the name's lenore. how's it goin? Poe: o____________o "...Fine. Confused. But fine." -elsewhere- Fitzgerald: "Look what is on sale!" mary: woah! cool! bram: eh? *Ads: Buy two mixers, get a third one free* Fitzgerald: "We will go there now, and we will have enough fruit smoothies for everyone!" louisa: ^^; Fitzgerald: "Anything to pick up, Alcott? How is planning?" -elsewhere- Steinbeck: "Update?" girl in glasses: we've confirmed their location; wonderful manor. Steinbeck: "Good." *sips on grape juice* man in pink: the name must be irony. Steinbeck: "??? 'Name'?" man in pink: 'wonderful manor'. no offence, but it looks kinda run down. Steinbeck: "Hmm...Still worth keeping an eye on it." -elsewhere- Dazai: *still drenched in soda* QWQ kirako: ^^; *hands him a towel* Dazai: "Thanks...Are the kids back?" atsushi: hey. what happened? Dazai: "Earthquake. Soda. The usual." atsushi: yikes... Dazai: "How was school?" atsushi: other than the occasional earthquake, fine. Dazai: "That's good...Akutagawa give you any trouble?" atsushi:... >->;;;; not... too much... Dazai: "??? What, he hit you?" atsushi:..... *remembering the smooch* ._.; define 'hit'... Dazai: "Did you punch you?" atsushi:....can i talk to you alone? Dazai: "Sure..." *leads him to office* "What's up?" atsushi: well. this is going to sound completly fake, but....akutagawa... ._.; oh, jeez, i still cant believe this happened today... he...uh.... may have...sort of....smooched me. ._.; Dazai: "..." *griiiiiiin* atsushi:....what?....what?! Dazai: "He likes you..." atsushi:....w-what? Dazai: "He wants to have little adopted or surrogate babies with you." atsushi: ....eeeehhhh?! O_O Dazai: "So, we'll have to take proper action." *holds up a document: "Restraining Order"* atsushi: ._.; i somehow doubt this will work. the mafia doesnt exactly abide by the usual rules. Dazai: "..." *holds up a taser* atsushi: .____.; -elsewhere- higuchi: .________________. he what? Gin: "He kissed the Tiger." higuchi:...... ^^ *tears falling* this is fine....im ok....i can handle this.....*lays face down on the ground* im fine....im fine........AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Gin: "...Higuchi...No." *pats her shoulder* higuchi: TT_____TT im ok...im ok...im ok...really im ok... Q_____Q Gin: "..." *picks her up, holds her* higuchi: Q/////Q Gin: *pats her back* "I'm sorry." higuchi: *hugs her and cries* Gin: "Shh..." *rubs her back, hums lightly* higuchi: *trembling* Gin: *continues to hold her* "You're going to be okay..." higuchi: *whimpering* Gin: "...Just let it out...I'm here. I'm not leaving." higuchi:...c-could you...c-come over tonight? Gin: *nods* "Yes. I'm done here already." -elsewhere- shinra: that was pretty cool, right guys? iris: *nod* Arthur: "That trip was awful. I did not find one dragon." Relan: "The rats were cute!" nozomi: it was interesting, but i dont think it was where your brother is... shinra: ... Relan: "..." *pat pat* shinra:...*small smile* Akitaru: "Hey, welcome back! You kids hungry?" shinra: yeah. Takehisa: "Good. I have food on the table. I suggest you eat now before Victor hogs it all." tamaki: hell yeah! Arthur: "Good, I'm starving--" Victor: *already has his plate in front of him* Vulcan: *not wearing a shirt at the table* shinra:... >->;; Victor: *waves* "How were the tunnels?" -elsewhere- Anya: *putting groceries into her cart* soul: *putting stuff on shelves* Anya: "Oh! Soul. Hello." soul: sup, princess. *small wave* Anya: -__-;;; "So, Rich Boy, what're you up to?" soul: just workin'. Anya: "Hmm...Any bargains today?" -elsewhere- yana: *whistling and checking camera screens* FD: "Anything good?" yana: eh, same old, same old. how was the tour? FD: *tosses a wallet on the table* yana: oh. nice. what do we have here? FD: "Money. Some photographs. Memories. And I got to kill someone." yana: niiiice. *examines the ID card* 'Stacey Schmit'. <sucks for you, missy.> FD: "Think you can do something with that card? Doctor it?" yana: i'll see what i can do. *grin* zoey: .... !! master fyodor! *hugs his leg* FD: *pats her head* "Miss your master?" zoey: *nuzzle* yana: she waited for you all day. she's almost as much of a dog as barkova. barkova: 83 ~? FD: "True, but Zoey knows more tricks..." yana: *gags* that's far more than i ever needed to know. FD: *scratches behind Zoey's ear* "Then forget what you just heard." zoey: ah~ FD: *pats Zoey's head* "Also, how is the parasite growing?" yana: seems it's coming along nicely. it's at like…infant stage now. FD: "Let it grow a bit more--no need for diaper changes." yana: yeah, anyway. FD: "??? Something else?" yana: like what? FD: "Oh, sorry. I thought you needed something else from me. Did you? Or can I get back to my other projects?" yana: you just do what you need to. i'll be checking the cameras. FD: "Thanks..." *takes Zoey...by her neck* zoey: ah~! FD: *pulls her into his office* "I will need your help with work...something medical..." zoey: of course, master fyodor! is it your anemia again? FD: "No, not quite...Have you done autopsies?" zoey: ....once...maybe twice... FD: "Then I'll need your help with something later...I just need to bring it." zoey: of course. FD: "Tomorrow...For now..." *yawns* "Rest." zoey: *nod* FD: "..." *holds out his hand* zoey: *blushing and takes it* FD: *leads her to his couch...lays down* zoey: ah~ *laying on top of him* FD: "..." *cups her bottom* zoey: ah~<3 FD: "I don't feel underwear..." zoey: did you...want me to? FD: "No..." *his hands slides, his finger touching her* -elsewhere- Kid: *holding an ice pack to his left eye* -___- *whimper* stocking: *glares at kirika* kirika: i said i was sorry, jeez. Kid: *whimper* "I need to watch where I'm going...Stupid doors..." -elsewhere- Victor: *lying on the floor* nozomi: are you alright? D8> Victor: "Hmm? Oh, yes! I just do this to help with thinking." nozomi: ah. i see. Victor: "What do you do?" nozomi: i usually listen to music. Victor: "Oh? What do you like?" nozomi: usually something easy to listen to so i can focus. Victor: "So heavy metal is out?" nozomi: ^^; Victor: "Th-That was a joke. A little one." ^^;; nozomi: *giggles* Victor: "...Any work we have tomorrow?" -elsewhere- Benimaru: *turns off the lights* kirei: zzzz.... Benimaru: "..." pulls blanket up over her shoulders* kirei: *small smile* Benimaru: "..." *lies down* kirei: zzz.... Benimaru: *holds her, closes his eyes* -elsewhere- Sakuya: "THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" misono: oh? i think it's quite hilarious. mahiru: come on guys... ^^; Sakuya: *growls* *looks in the mirror* "I can't show my face in front of Naho like this!" naho: what's up?... sakkun....that's too adorable! >u< Sakuya: *has cat whiskers on his face* .\\\. "St-Stop that! These jerks did this to me!" mahiru: ^^; -elsewhere- Chuuya: "..." *sips his wine, sighs* mito: *nuzzle* Chuuya: *pets* ("What do I do...?") mito: =w= Chuuya: ("I don't know who to ask for help.") mito: *purrs* Chuuya: ("Kouyou? Dazai?") -phone rings- Chuuya: "???" *looks at his phone* <Who is calling?> -it's gin- Chuuya: "..." *answers* "Hello?" gin: hey. higuchi's not doing so well... Chuuya: "??? What's wrong?" gin: dealing with rejection mostly. Chuuya: "...Oh. Um...Want me to talk to her?" gin: it might help... higuchi: TT~TT Chuuya: "Higuchi? You there?" higuchi: *hic* whuuut? Chuuya: "How you doing?" higuchi: TT_TT Chuuya: "...Not good, huh?" higuchi: what does the weretiger have that i dont, huh?! Chuuya: "...Do you want a list?" higuchi: *sniffling and sobbing* Chuuya: "...That came out wrong. I'm sorry. But...you got to move on--" higuchi: i...*sniff* i know but...its so haaaaard TT~TT Chuuya: "...Want to get a drink?" higuchi: yes please... Chuuya: "Okay...Name the bar." -and so- Chuuya: "What's your poison?" higuchi: hard whiskey. long day. Chuuya: "Hmm...I'll stick with wine...How you want to start?" higuchi: i dont know... Chuuya: "Well...what stupid thing did Akutagawa do today?" higuchi: he....TT_TT gin: *whispering it into chuuya's ear* Chuuya: o____O "...Damn, that's forward..." gin: yeah... Chuuya: *looks at Higuchi* "...I think that's a big red flag to stop pursuing him." higuchi: i know....but it doesnt make it hurt any less... gin: *pats her back* Chuuya: "..." *looks back and forth at Gin and Higuchi* "...At least you have your friends here..." higuchi: ....yeah....at least most of them... *stares at an empty seat next to her*...... Chuuya: "..." *tightens grip on his glass* TT_TT higuchi:....*pats his back* Chuuya: "It-It all hurts..." higuchi: *nods* here's to our miserable love lives... gin: 7.7; Chuuya: *taps glasses* -elsewhere- Akutagawa: *clutching his pillow* -silence- Akutagawa: *kisses his pillow* =///= atsushi?: mmmm u///u Akutagawa: "I-I'm glad you like this..." atsushi?: hehe, i love you, akuta. Akutagawa: "...'Love'? You...What?" -elsewhere- Higan: "Sakuya and Naho still out?" lavender: seems like they're staying at a friends house. lilac too. Higan: "That'll be good for them to get out..." lavender: *nod* Higan: "Where are the others? They stayed in?" -elsewhere- Belkia: "You'll love this magic trick!" ayami: *smiles* Belkia: *holds up his hands* "Nothing in my hands...and..." *moves his hands in front of her* "Presto!" *he's holding...her bra...removed from her shirt* ayami: *blushing* Belkia: "Hee hee...Took me forever to get this one right. Surprised?" ayami: y-yes.. .///w///. Belkia: *smirks, as he hands her bra back* "If you're not careful, you're panties will be next." -elsewhere- Vulcan: *sighs* -elsewhere- Shima: *sitting down to a meal* unagi: *sitting at the table behind him* Shima: "..." *moves his chopsticks to the food...carefully...tries to look over his shoulder* unagi: *looking away* 7////7 Shima: o\\\o "...This is awkward." izumo: shima. what....did....you...do? Shima: "I didn't do anything! ...Nothing bad. I mean, not terrible. ...I may have sung to her." izumo: oh my god. Shima: .\\\. "It's not my fault...Stupid Shura." shura: whats going on here? ^^# Shima: "!!!" *clutches his can of soda* "This is not beer! Don't switch them!" shura: -___-; Shima: "You got me drunk, singing to her, and making things really awkward about her!" shura: i said i was sorry about that, damn. Shima: "And what do I do about whatever is going on between her and me?!" -elsewhere- Patty: *kicks open a door* "Sis!" liz: hmm? what is it? Patty: "I'm bored and hungry! Let's get something to eat!" liz: anything you had in mind? Patty: "Somethin hot!" -elsewhere- Relan: Q~Q "...I think I just felt something really sad..." shinra: *hug* Relan: *pat pat* -elsewhere- Meme: *sneezes* mio: *hands her a tissue box* Meme: *sniff* "Thanks..." *takes a tissue* mio: you arent getting sick, are you? Meme: *sniff* "Maybe allergies? I'm sure--" *coughs* mio: D8> Meme: =_____= "Darn it..." -morning- Gin: "Zzz..." higuchi: zzzz.... Gin: *turns over, her arm going over Higuchi* higuchi:...*small hug* Gin: "..." *holds her* *yawn* higuchi: hmm?...morning gin... Gin: *small smile* "Good morning. How was your sleep?" higuchi:...better...thanks for last night... Gin: ^\\\^ "Any time..." *strokes her face* higuchi:..*hug* Gin: *strokes her back* "Hungry? Do you have a hangover?" higuchi: *yaawn* a lil hungry... kuniko: hey sis, im making.....waffles.....*closes the door* Gin: o\\\o higuchi: O///O K-KUNIKO! >///< kuniko: i didnt say anything! Gin: ^\\\^ "Um...Hello, Kuniko. Pleasure to see you again." -elsewhere- Chuuya: *passed out* mito: zzz *His phone rings* -it's kouyou- Chuuya: "!!!" *answers, trying to sound awake* "Hello?" kouyou: sleep well? Chuuya: QUQ "...Yes?" kouyou: did you need anything right now? Chuuya: QWQ "..." *voice breaking* "N-No?" kouyou: is everything alright? Chuuya: "...No." kouyou: ??? chuuya? Chuuya: "...I'm just sad. And...need breakfast." kouyou: you wait right there and mama will be over! Chuuya: QWQ "Th-Thanks..." -and so- Chuuya: "..." *sips his orange juice* "Th-Thanks..." kouyou: *pats his back* Chuuya: -_-; "...Too much to drink." kouyou:...is it that girl? Chuuya: "...Yes." kouyou: ....how long will you let this plague you? Chuuya: "...Until I avenge her death." kouyou:....i see... Chuuya: "...This should not have happened." kouyou: ... Chuuya: "..." *goes back to eating* kouyou: ....*remembering her previous lover* ... Chuuya: "...Thank you for the meal..." *looks at her* "???" kouyou:...hmm? Chuuya: "...How are you?" -elsewhere- Mori: *sips his drink* elise: *drawing* Mori: "What are you drawing?" elise: its a surprise! Mori: "Hee hee...Will you show me when you're finished?" elise: yep! -the drawing is of elise and a much younger mori- Mori: "..." ("Oh...") {child: *punching mori* get lost, demon! my mom is dead because of your dad!} {Mori: *trying to cover himself* "Stop!"} {child: ...!!! *runs*} {ougai sr: now what was that about, son?} {Mori: "...Why did that kid say that to me?"} {ougai sr: ...*pats his head* i tried to save his mother...it was pure bad luck...*smirking internally*} {Mori: *sniff* *stares at his father*} {ougai sr: ^^ *hair ruffle* now why dont you go and play, son. mama will have dinner ready soon.} {Mori: "...Okay...Will you play with me?"} {ougai sr: i would, but i have patients to attend do. maybe tomorrow. ^^} {Mori: *frowns* "Okay..." *takes his ball...*} {-a group of children is by the fountain-} {Mori: "..." *tries to walk up to them*} {child: !!! it's the demon's child!} {-the run off-} {Mori: Q~Q "Come back!"} {-they're gone...-} {Mori: Q_______Q } {-in a nearby shop window, there is a doll. with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a red dress-} {Mori: *stares at the doll* ("It looks pretty...")} {???: hi there.} {Mori: "???" *looks around*} {-a girl around his age is there, she looks just like the doll-} {girl: ^^} {Mori: "???" *looks around, then points at himself*} {girl: yes you. ^^ what's your name?} {Mori: "R-Rintarou?"} {girl: nice to meet you rintarou. im elise!} {Mori: "...Do you want to play?" *holds up the ball*} {elise: sure!} Mori: *small smile* -elsewhere- lana: *getting changed into her work outfit* *Ring ring* lana: ??? hello? Poe: "H-H-H-H-" lana: oh, hey edgar. *smiles* Poe: owo; "...Hi. Hello. How are you?" lana: just getting ready for work in a few minutes. you? Poe: "W-Working right now--Just ch-checking how you were?" lana: well, things are pretty well, here. *smiles* Poe: "G-Good...Do you have a lunch break today?" lana: i'll have to check. you? Poe: "I-I'm available--I mean, I'm free!" lana: *smiles* alright, see you then. ^^ Poe: "OKAY! At-At your hotel?" lana: sure. ^^ Poe: "SEE YOU THERE!" OWO lana: 'kay. love you. *hangs up*.... *realizing what she said* o_o ....m-maybe he didnt notice? ^^;;;; Poe: *still holding the phone* o\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\o karl: o^o~? Poe: "..." *falls back* karl: D8 *grabs a pillow and has it in place* Poe: *lands on the pillow* "...Karl! Did she say what my ears heard?!" karl: O.O~? Poe: *covers his face* "Just my imagination justmyimagination justmyimagin-- ..." *loud scream* ghost: keep it down! some of us want to sleep! Poe: ._. *whispers* "Sorry..." *covers his face* karl: *climbs onto his head* Poe: .\\\. "...This is bad. It's moving too fast. I'm going to get hurt." *fetal position* karl:...*nuzzle* Poe: Q__Q "...I can't just stand her up. Maybe let her down gently. No point in ruining her life. I'm cursed." -the phone rings again- Poe: "???" *answers* "H-Hello?" lana: hey, i-i didnt say anything unusual just now, did i? Poe: owo "Nope!" lana: oh. i think i may have said something embarrassing subconsciously... n-not saying i-.. *ahem* s-sorry about that. w-we still cool? Poe: "As cool as winter wind!" QWQ lana: *sigh of relief* that's good. see you later then? Poe: "Lunch! Yes. See you then. Bye!" lana: see ya. *hangs up* Poe: "...I am so conflicted." QUQ karl: O^O~? Poe: "...What do I wear to lunch?" -elsewhere- Kid: T_X stocking: D8> kirika: X3= at least it was where i was missing an eye... Kid: "Why hasn't it healed yet? I thought my shinigami abilities would expedite the process..." kirika: well, it did just happen this morning... Kid: "Hmm...Maybe I'm just stressed and tired..." TT_X stocking: aww... *nose nuzzle* Kid: TT\\\X "Stocking..." stocking: ^///^ Kid: *rests his head on her lap* -elsewhere- Rin: "You were great out there!" madoka: ^^ -elsewhere- Tool: *kicks down a door* "YOU!" mono: O-O ?! Tool: "What happened to that entire box of Chocolate Turtle Cookies I bought?!" mono: ... showtaro happened. Shotaro: "SNITCH!" *his mouth is covered with chocolate* Emine: *nom nom noming on a cookie* mana: D8 (thinking: she ratted them out so easily!) Tool: *holding up his weapon* "...You two have a five-second head start..." Emine: "...Is that five seconds starting now?" Shotaro: "Yeah, that's kind of an important distinction--" Tool: *roar* Shotaro and Emine: O______O *running* io: ^o^ *giggles* saki: *sweatdrop* Yohei: *still staring off into the distance* chie: yep. it's gonna be one of those days. nea: ^^' Yohei: *tries to sit down--and falls* chie: D8 Yohei: "S-Sorry...Must be low blood sugar..." *weak smile* chie:... *biting her lip and helping him over to the couch* Yohei: "Th-Thanks..." *lies down* -elsewhere- Arthur: *practicing sword work* tamaki: *watching* Arthur: *suddenly, his sword has a burst of flames appear along it as he stabs the dummy--and igniting it* o___O tamaki: *getting the extinguisher* Arthur: "Th-That was surprising..." tamaki: maybe it was your stance? Arthur: "Perhaps...How about this?" *stands on one leg, holding up his sword aiming downward* -elsewhere- Stein: *typing...sighs, takes off his glasses, rubs his eyes* aya: *she brought coffee* Stein: *takes it* "Thanks..." *sips* "Mmm...This is...really good." aya: ^^ Stein: *slight groan, rubbing his lower back* "I think that's enough typing for now...I'll sort the rest of the files this afternoon." -elsewhere- Ponera: *glancing over a report* "Oh. Another relic collected. Yay." *sighs* grimoire: are you alright? Ponera: "I just feel like I'm in a rut..." *pulls out map, with circles marked around Death City, Kyoto, Tokyo, and Paris* "...Not quite there yet..." milia: i found something! *she leaves a file on a research facility located in the siberian wilds* Ponera: "Siberia? Hmm...That's a bit cold." milia: looks like they did experiments on people before it was abandoned. maybe there's something there? Ponera: "Perhaps...Whom should we send?" -elsewhere- Akutagawa: *walking through hall* student: oooooi! araragi! Akutagawa: "Hmm? Yes?" student: whats up? Akutagawa: "..." *looks up* "The ceiling?" student: ha, funny. Akutagawa: "...It was?" atsushi:... !!! *ducks behind the locker and scooting away* Akutagawa: "...Did you hear something?" student: hmm? Akutagawa: "It sounded like it was behind that locker." odasaku: i know, he's done some shitty things to you, and i dont want to sound like a dick here, but maybe you're being a bit too paranoid? atsushi: -n-; Akutagawa: *starts walking to the lockers...* atsushi: O-O;;;;; Akutagawa: *turns the corner* -nothing- Akutagawa: "..." *turns to leave* atsushi: *panting* phew. Akutagawa: "...That I heard." atsushi: YIPE! *jumps up to the ceiling like a cat* Akutagawa: *looks up* "...What's up?" atsushi:....um....hi. OwO;;;; Akutagawa: "..." *holds out his arms* "I'll catch you." atsushi: it's ok! cats always land on their feet, right? Akutagawa: "..." *lowers his arms* "Very well." atsushi:... Akutagawa: "...You want me to leave before you come down?" atsushi: yes. Akutagawa: "..." *turns and starts walking away* atsushi: *drops* *nice landing* Akutagawa: *turns, looking back at him* "..." atsushi: *fled* Akutagawa: "..." *continues walking away* -elsewhere- Gin: "..." higuchi: *shooting targets* Gin: *timing, following the hits* ("...She's off by a bit...") -elsewhere- Chuuya: *pacing* student: you ok, ozaki? you seem tense... Chuuya: "Y-Yeah...Just...that test. I guess." student: ah, gotcha. Chuuya: "...I think I'll go to the tutoring office..." -elsewhere- Poe: *in his suit, holding a black rose* owo "H-Hi..." lana: hey edgar. how're you feeling? Poe: "G-Glad...Now." lana: ah. Poe: "..." *sits down* "...How is food at the hotel restaurant?" lana: pretty good, i'd say. Poe: owo "I'll order, then..." *opens his menu* "Maybe some fruit for Karl--" karl: *pokes head from his shirt* ^o^ lana: *small chuckle* Poe: "And I'll have...?" *muttering* *Someone is walking through the restaurant* lana: *looks up* Touma: *smiles* lana: *her heart drops to her stomach* Poe: "??? What's wrong?" Touma: *walking over to their table* lana: *cant speak* Touma: "Lana! Such a long time." Poe: "??? Um...Hi?" lana:..... karl: *growling* Touma: "Oh, I'm sorry for not properly introducing myself." *takes Poe's hand--squeezing* "My name is Touma." Poe: "?!!!" *glares* lana: *trying not to have a panic attack* Touma: "Sitting down to a meal? I think I'll--" Poe: *has a penknife to Touma's throat* lana: !! Poe: "Y-You're going to go out that door, and not come back in..." *Hotel security is walking up to Poe--until Touma holds up his hand* Touma: "...Lana, I'm disappointed. After I saved you from that prison sentence, you associate with such violent souls?" lana: edgar. can i talk to you outside? Poe: *hasn't lowered the penknife* "..." Touma: *smirks* lana: *taking poe's hand* edgar. please. Touma: "Yes, 'Edgar.' I think your girlfriend wishes to speak with you..." Poe: "..." *removes the penknife from Touma's neck...* "Okay. Let's go, Karl." -later- Poe: "..." lana:...t-thanks...for standing up for me.. Poe: "...I did what now?" o\\\o lana: t-the knife may have been going a bit overboard though... ^^; *wipes tears* Poe: "..." ^^;; "S-Sorry...I just...I've had to stay armed. I've written a lot of murder stories..." *offers a tissue* lana: *sniff and wipes eyes*...i was nervous you would get arrested just now... Poe: "...Yeah." ^^;; "Would not...be the first time..." lana: O.O Poe: o___O "I-I was drunk! That was all!" lana: ^^ but...i do worry about you. Poe: "...I was worried for you. They let that crazy person inside?" lana: ....that's the thing... he acts like any other customer... they have no idea... *shaking* Poe: "But the way security approached him...seemed like they know him so well." lana:.....*trembling and hugs him* Poe: "!!! ..." *pat pat* "L-Let's go somewhere else to eat..." lana: good idea... Poe: *puts a hand on her shoulder, guiding her* -elsewhere- Kid: *touches his eye...it's almost healed* stocking: better? Kid: *nods* "I think so...At least I didn't have additional damage." stocking: that's good. *gentle kiss on the eyelid* Kid: ^\\\^ "So kind..." stocking: *hug* i love you~ Kid: *pats her back* "I love you, too." -elsewhere- Tsukiyo: TTUTT fang-hua: you ok? Tsukiyo: *nods* "My ankle hurts..." fang-hua: *helping her up* come on. Tsukiyo: "Where to?" fang-hua: the medic, where else? Tsukiyo: =\\\= "Oh..." Mr. Tsubaki: *asleep in chair, snoring* "Zzz..." fang-hua:...*knocks* Mr. Tsubaki: *falls out of chair* "Gah! Wh-What?" Tsukiyo: "Oh, yeah, this is a reeeeeeal improvement." Mr. Tsubaki: *opens the door* "Oh, Miss Fang-Hua--hello!" fang-hua: are you alright? Mr. Tsubaki: ^^;; "Just...exhausted. That's all." *his knees wobble* fang-hua: !!! *gets tsukiyo into one bed and mr tsubaki in another* Mr. Tsubaki: "I-I'm fine, officer...I'm okay to drive..." Tsukiyo: o_o; "...He would've broken my leg with how tired he is..." fang-hua: .... Mr. Tsubaki: *grumbling* "M-My fam..." fang-hua:... *puts a blanket over him and tsukiyo* Tsukiyo: ^\\\^ "Thanks, Fang-Hua." Mr. Tsubaki: *snoring...shuddering* fang-hua: it's fine. im used to looking after two people at once. Tsukiyo: "???" fang-hua: ^^; i have two younger brothers, remember? Tsukiyo: "Sorry...Just--Wait! Did you compare me to tending to your younger brother?" fang-hua: ^^; -elsewhere- Shamrock: *vacuuming* himawari: *dusting* Shamrock: *lifts the rug--* "Ugh! Does Black Star just push crumbs under here?!" -elsewhere- Victor: *mapping out locations* "And here...Yes...No, that one doesn't have the right fungus..." -elsewhere- Hyde: *wearing an evening jacket, sitting in a fancy chair, sipping tea...across from Mephisto* Mephisto: "...Who let you in here?" Hyde: "Myself." ^^ felisia: ... licht: ... Hyde: "Would you pass one of the biscuits, please~?" Mephisto: "..." *hands a rolled up newspaper to Licht* licht:... -too violent- licht: was i too noisy, mr hamster? *petting hammy!amaimon* Amaimon: ^W^ Hyde: *bloody mess* -elsewhere- Bakugo: -_______-;;;; "This one is really annoying me..." eijiro: hmm? Belkia: "Want to see a magic trick, kiddos?!" Bakugo: -_____________- "Kill. Him." eijiro: OwO;; Belkia: "But I just want to show you a magic trick!" *looks at Eijiro* "Please be my assistant!" eijiro:... okay! Belkia: "Great!" *pulls a human-size box out of his hat* "Get into the box..." *pulls a chainsaw out of his hat* -elsewhere- Tool: *angry munching on cookies* Shotaro and Emine: *sitting in corners* -elsewhere- Jacqueline: *opens book* -elsewhere- Kunikida: "Reports." atsushi: today went pretty well. Kyoka: *holds up her test: 99%* Dazai: "My babies are doing well in school!" atsushi: ^^ Dazai: "Classmates treating you well?" atsushi: ...for the most part, yeah. Dazai: "That sounds like an improvement. You both deserve treats!" *holds up lollipops* atsushi: ^^ Kyoka: *nom* Dazai: "We also got a follow up about your mission for that super model." atsushi: ah. is she doing better now? Dazai: "Well...Could you cover Kyoka's ears?" kirako: *already doing so* Dazai: *puts on glasses, reads the letter* " 'You motherfucking tiny-dick sack of dogshit! You got me stuck in this hellhole! They don't let me do anything fun, I don't get the bottled water I want, and my roommate smells! When I find you, I going to tear your balls off and shove them--" atsushi: OwO;;;;; odasaku:...yikes. Dazai: "...But, it seems she's sober...So, plus? I'm sure she meant to castrate you in a loving manner?" atsushi:....suuuure... Dazai: "At least she's cogent and wants to talk...That's a good sign?" atsushi: maybe...but at least she's getting help, right? Dazai: "Right...Rehab has great activities! Like cooking, painting, making shivs--" atsushi: O-O;;;; Kyoka: "...I'd like my ears back." -elsewhere- zoey: master fyodor? it's time for your...anemia medication again... FD: "...Yes. Thank you." zoey: *smiles* FD: "...I do appreciate it." zoey: *she hands it to him* FD: *swallows medicine, sips water* zoey: feeling better? FD: "A bit...The medicine tastes awful." zoey: *hug* FD: "Well, thank you. Medicine is taken. I should return to work." zoey: ^^ FD: "So...busy yourself. I'll return to you soon." zoey: of course~ FD: *exits for his office* zoey: ^^ FD: *pulls up surveillance footage* *seems to be a shop* yana: *looking around* FD: "Now just plant it..." yana: *nods and puts something on the back of a doll* just this for today, ma'am. Cashier: "Very good! What a cute dollie! Is it for your baby sister?" yana: it's for a friend. Cashier: "Oh, okay. That will be $23.57." yana: *pays the money* Cashier: "Thank you for your commerce! Have a good day." yana: *waves and exits* FD: *smiles* "Good." -elsewhere- Meme: *lying in bed with a warm cloth on her forehead* >___< mio: ... Meme: *cough cough* *groans* mio:...hey meme....remember when we first met? Meme: *nod nod* "Yeah...When you started school?" mio: -_-; no, i mean when you were traveling abroad? i bumped into you when i was on a snack run? Meme: ^^;; "Memory and being ill, I'm afraid--" *cough* mio: h-hey. take it easy there. Meme: *points to tea cup* -elsewhere- Yukio: "Still cannot track the missing eyes..." -elsewhere- Rino: *staring at ceiling* mikami:...miss rino? Rino: "Hmm? Oh, sorry. What up?" mikami: not much. ryuuko: ... Rino: "You okay?" mikami: of course! ^^ Rino: "And Ryuuko?" ryuuko: *nods* Rino: "Hmm...Hungry?" -elsewhere- Konro: "Your flowers, ma'am." *holds up the order* woman: oh. thank you. ^^ Konro: "You're welcome. I think the garden is turning out well with the new soil." -elsewhere- elise: ^^ Q: ^^ *Small birds feeding on crumbs* elise: ^^ *Squirrel approaching their bench* Q: O.O Mori: "Surprised?" -laughter can be heard- Mori: "???" -a mother is with her child. seems they're having a good time- Mori: "..." *watches* {-a similar scene of a child and their mother plays out-} {Mori: "??? Why are they doing that?"} {ougai sr: well, because she loves her child, from what i gather.} {Mori: "...Oh."} {ougai sr:... ?? something on your mind, rintarou?} {Mori: "...Just...would like that."} {ougai sr:...i see... *hair ruffle* i'll be sure to let mama know, ok?} {Mori: -\\\- } {ougai sr: ^^ we're home now.} {mama mori:..... *making dinner already*} {Mori: "..." *looks around nervously*} {mama mori:........*she just stares at him. her gaze is cold and emotionless* ...} {Mori: "!!!" *looks down*} {mama mori:.....*goes back to making dinner* *there are faint bruises, scratches, and bite marks around her neck and collarbone area*} {Mori: *shudders, tries to find a chair*} {ougai sr: tomoe dear, rintarou tells me you havent been as loving a mother as you could be. perhaps we may discuss that later tonight? ^^ *light smirk*} {mama mori:....*hand trembling slightly*} {Mori: "???" *tries to sit at the table*} elise:... ?? rintarou? you ok? Mori: "..." *smiles* "Yes." -elsewhere- Burns: "Hmph. Slow." -elsewhere- Sakuya: *hug* naho: =///w///= Sakuya: "Making up for things." naho: ?? Sakuya: "When I'm...distant and cold." naho: *huuug* Sakuya: "Umph!" ^\\\^ *hugs* naho: it must suck having something in your head that makes you sad a lot, huh? Sakuya: "..." *taps his chest* "More like something here." naho:.... *goes under his shirt and kisses where he tapped* Sakuya: o\\\o "Th-Thanks..." naho: ^^ Sakuya: "..." *pat pat* -elsewhere- Lily: "I think you'll have a good time~" misono: =///=;; shinoa: thanks for chaperoning. ^^ Lily: "Of course! Think nothing of it." -elsewhere- metsu: may i help you? rowena: um...i-is mikuni in? .///. Johannes: "Did someone ask for me?!" Jeje: *drags Johannes away* -_- Mikuni: "What's all that a-hollerin' out her-?" *spots Rowena* "??? Oh. Hey." rowena: h-hello.. .///w///. Mikuni: "...Hi. You're name was...Roanoke?" rowena: it's rowena. Mikuni: "Oh, right! Sorry--just forget some names..." rowena: so this is your shop then? Mikuni: "Yep! Run it single-handedly!" metsu: =___= *aHEM* Mikuni "??? Oh, and this is my employee, Metsu." metsu: hello. rowena: hello there. Jeje: "Hmph." rowena: but that other man...is he also an employee? Mikuni: "He's my snake!" Jeje: o___O rowena:... i meant the man with glasses. Johannes: "I am Johannes Mimir Faustus!" OWO rowena: i see. it's nice to meet you as well. ^^ Johannes: "And how do you know Miku-Miku?" rowena: well... 7///7 he saved me from a kidnapper. metsu: .... *gives mikuni a look* Mikuni: *holds up his hands* "Honest!" metsu:.... -_-; Jeje: *pat pat* "She's telling the truth...although he was still showboating." -elsewhere- Benimaru: *lights a candle* -elsewhere- Relan: *hitting punching bag* shinra: *watching* Akitaru: "Looks like training paid off." maki: seems so. Akitaru: "Will have to thank Commander Benimaru...Maybe a gift basket." -elsewhere- Poe: "...I enjoyed the meal." lana:...i did too...*she seems nervous* Poe: "...You're thinking about that...monster." lana:...*shaking* im not sure if...h-he's still there or not... Poe: "...Call in sick?" lana:....maybe... Poe: "...Do you like working there?" lana: of course...but with him around... Poe: "...Have you considered a transfer?" lana: ...perhaps...but im scared he'll find me...you have to understand, he's a powerful man with friends in high places, from what i know... Poe: "...I wish I knew what to do...I mean, I know people with abilities..." lana: ...do you think...they could help? Poe: "I haven't known them to fail." lana: ....then maybe i'll give it a shot. Poe: *smiles* "I'll introduce you." -elsewhere- Gin: "Good practice." higuchi: thanks. Gin: "What next? You done for today?" -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: *yawn...* *sits up, looks around* "???" fang-hua: ah, you're up. Mr. Tsubaki: "...How long was I out?" fang-hua: a few hours. *looks at tsukiyo* Tsukiyo: *has ice pack on her ankle* "Yeah, sleeping in the job..." Mr. Tsubaki: "..." TT_TT fang-hua: ... Tsukiyo: "!!! Crap! I broke him!" Mr. Tsubaki: "I'm j-just exhausted, that's all..." T~T fang-hua:...is something bothering you? Mr. Tsubaki: "...Lonely..." fang-hua: ah....*listening* Mr. Tsubaki: "I'm away from my family...I know they are safe...but I..." fang-hua: you cant help but worry? i get where you're coming from. Mr. Tsubaki: "Yes...but I feel useless." fang-hua:.... Mr. Tsubaki: "...Maybe I need to work..." -elsewhere- Kishiri: *blows another bubble* vivian: ~<3 ^^ Kishiri: *bubble pops...he chews it up* "So, how're things at your division?" vivian: kinda boring to be honest. Kishiri: "Boring can be good, compared to other branches." *rotates his arm* "I'm still sore when that eyelid-less guy stormed my branch." vivian: yikes. D8 Kishiri: ^^; "Just make sure the 8th doesn't storm on into your division." -elsewhere- Lucy: *washing dishes* -elsewhere- Yumi: *looking at maps* -elsewhere- Spirit: "Dinner's up!" izumi: awesome! sachiko: ^^ Spirit: "How was class?" izumi: it went well. Spirit: "Teachers treating you well?" *passes salad* "Staying away from Stein?" izumi: yeah. dr stein's been....interesting. Spirit: *deadly serious* "Do I need to talk with him? With my fists?" izumi: i-it's fine dad, he hasnt killed me! sachiko: ^^; Spirit: Q~Q -elsewhere- Stein: *taking notes...while looking at an eye in a jar* -elsewhere- Anya: "Oh, hello!" yana: oh hey, whats up? Anya: "I was just running errands. Yourself?" yana: just made a delivery. Anya: "For a job?" yana: it's a secret~ *winks* Anya: "...Okay. What are you up to now?" -elsewhere- Fujimoto: "Ow..." kyouko: easy there, uncle shiro. Fujimoto: *small laugh* "Ah, this is nothing. I've had worse scrapes than this! Why, one time, I strangled a hairy demon with my bare hands." kyouko: *nods* Fujimoto: "Demon even kind of looked like a bear--so my bare hands killed a bear. Get it? Ha ha--OW!" kyouko: -___-; Fujimoto: "I-I'll go lie down...listen to an audio book..." T_T kyouko:...*pap pap* -elsewhere- Vulcan: *hammering on an engine* -elsewhere- stocking: ssshhhh...there there kid...*strokes his head* Kid: Q~Q *holding onto her* stocking: *humming* Kid: "It-It hurts..." stocking: it's ok...im not going anywhere... Kid: "P-Promise?" stocking: *kiss* always. Kid: TT\\\TT *holds her* stocking: u////u Kid: *sniff* "I-I'm sorry..." stocking: it's ok kid. Kid: *whimper* stocking: *rubs his back* Kid: *closes his eyes, resting his head on her lap* -elsewhere- Giriko: *picking up plates* "How was it all?" -elsewhere- Meme: "Zzz..." mio:.....*small smile* {mio: *running to get home* gotta get home quick... *bumps into someone* !!! ah! crap!} {Meme: "?!!"} {mio:...uhh... um...... w-w-wha-what are you looking at, huh?!} {Meme: "I-I'm sorry! I guess I wasn't looking..."} {mio:...um...y-yeah...i was...i-in a rush...w-whatever! i gotta go! *turns to run*} {Meme: "Where are you going?"} {mio: j-just home...not...fond of being out in public...} {Meme: "Oh. You don't like sunlight?"} {mio:....*mumbling* it's people i have a problem with...} {Meme: "Well, okay..." *starts walking*} {mio:...} {-a baseball is sent hurdling toward's meme's head-} {mio: !!! *slices the ball in half* } {Meme: "Eeep!"} {mio:... !!! *staring at her axe blade hand* !! shit! *tries to hide it* d-dont look! s-stay away!} {Meme: *looks behind Mio* "Oh, wow, is that an axe?!"} {mio: !!! s-stay back! y-you'll get hurt if you get near me! >~<} {Meme: "You're...a weapon?" *takes a step forward*} {mio: i-i said-} {Meme: "Boop!" *taps Mio's nose*} {mio: g-gueh! *falls back*} {Meme: D: "S-Sorry! I was just trying to lighten the mood..."} {mio: .... 7///~///7 y-you arent...scared of me?} {Meme: *shakes her head* "No! Some of my best friends are weapons! ...That came out wrong..."} {mio:..... ???} {Meme: "I'm from the DWMA. I mean, I was until...until...I-I'm on, um, 'vacation.'" ^^; } {mio:....o-oh... 7.7 i see.... must be pretty expensive to get in...} {Meme: "They actually give an allowance to students, so it's just about qualifying to get in."} {mio:..i doubt i meet the qualifications. i'm just some bullied shut in...} {Meme: "I...don't think they ask that in the interview...And 'bullied'?"} {mio:...everyone at school avoids me because of....*holds up blade hand* t-this...} {Meme: "Well, that wouldn't happen at the DWMA: students there find other reasons to avoid people!" ^^ } {mio: ...just who even are you?} {Meme: "I'm Meme!" *holds out her hand*} {mio:.... 7///7; i-i'm mio...} mio:... *small blush* Meme: *yawn* *sits up, stretches* "Mmm..." mio:...hey meme. Meme: "Oh, Mio! Hi...Have you been there...?" mio: yeah, why wouldnt i be? Meme: "..." QWQ mio: m-meme?! whats wrong?! Meme: "That just m-means a lot to me..." mio:.... 7/////7 Meme: *yawns* "I'm feeling better now..." -elsewhere- Gin: "Another drink?" higuchi: *nods* naoya: akuta giving you problems again? higuchi:....y-you could say that... Gin: "A bit of a handful..." naoya: ah. i see. need me to talk to him at all? Gin: "Worth a try." naoya: let me see where he is.... *ability; perspective* *eye shine*...... GAH! Gin: "???" naoya:...that....that was...more than i wanted to see..... =___=;; Gin: "..." -\\\- higuchi: ???? naoya:....maaaybe i should...give him a few minutes. Gin: "..." >_< higuchi: ???????? -with akutagawa- Akutagawa: "Ah...Ah..." -he is alone- Akutagawa: "Ah…Ah~!" *finishes* "..." -silence- Akutagawa: *small panting...sniffs...tears up a little* -silence- Akutagawa: "..." *sadly starts cleaning himself* -elsewhere- Kunikida: *locks his desk* "Good night." -there are two photographs on his desk; one of rokuzou, and one of sasaki- Kunikida: *walks for the door* -elsewhere- Dazai: *looking up at the ceiling* -the night is silent, save for the sound of cars passing by on the road outside- *There are some small gouges in the ceiling, lit up by the car lights outside* Dazai: "..." *sighs* -phone rings- Dazai: *looks at the phone* "!!!" *answers* "Hello?" atsushi: you doing ok? Dazai: "..." *smiles* "Just can't sleep." atsushi: ah... Dazai: "How 'bout you?" atsushi: just had a lot on my mind. Dazai: "Such as?" atsushi: studies. this whole akutagawa thing.....o-other stuff... Dazai: "??? You want me to talk to Akutagawa?" atsushi: i-it's fine... its my problem, so i'll take it into my own hands. Dazai: "..." ("I'll avoid jokes about 'Akutagawa in his hands.'") "The 'other stuff' though?" atsushi:.....im 18 now...when i turn 21, can we go to bar lupin together? Dazai: "...Yeah, sure. It'll be your birthday gift!" atsushi:...*small smile* thanks. Dazai: "You're welcome! Thanks for asking. Man, lots of memories..." atsushi: yeah, o-*ahem* kunikida told me you used to frequent there a lot.. Dazai: *nods* "Yeah...Me, Ango...and..." atsushi:...yeah... Dazai: "...You'd like Oda. He had great stories." atsushi:...i think i would have liked him too... odasaku:....*faint smile* Dazai: "...Wish I could tell them to you as well as he did." -elsewhere- mary: hey mr fitz? you still awake? Fitzgerald: =-= "...Wha?" mary: i've been thinking. the new guild needs a mascot! Fitzgerald: "...What did you have in mind?" mary: i doodled this! *she holds up a picture of a cat with a top hat and monocle* i call him 'the great catsby'! Fitzgerald: "...Um..." mary: OwO *shiny eyes* Fitzgerald: "..." *sighs, pats her head* "Okay." mary: yay! ^w^ Fitzgerald: "We'll get some mugs printed..." -elsewhere- zoey: ...... FD: "Zoey?" zoey: yes master fyodor~? FD: "You seem contemplative." zoey: is there....something...you needed me to do...right now? FD: "Perhaps..." *takes her hand, looks at it* zoey: ahh.. *blush* FD: "Need something..." zoey: yes? FD: "Shiny." zoey: *blush* FD: "Should've grabbed a jewel when I had the chance..." zoey: master fyodor~... FD: "I'll make it up to you..." *kisses her hand* zoey: ah~<3 FD: *smiles* "Now, shall we work? Or have pleasure?” zoey: i'll do whatever you wish of me. FD: "...Can you stand on your head?" zoey: *top down, bottom up* l-like this? FD: "Exactly..." *pokes her ankle* "What's your record?" zoey: f-for what? FD: "Staying on your head?" zoey:...i dont....recall... FD: *holds her ankles, pulling them down so her legs are almost 180 degrees* "Hmm..." zoey: a-ahhh~! FD: "Underwear?" -black lace- FD: "Excellent choice." zoey: ah~ FD: *kisses lace* zoey: *moans* FD: *positions her legs to wrap around his shoulders and neck* zoey: ahhh~<3 FD: *rests his tongue along her sex* -elsewhere- Shotaro: *hug* setsuna: *hug* well done on your good deed, today, son. Shotaro: "Thanks! I had help though!" mana: ^^ Shotaro: ^\\\^ "And tomorrow, I got another good deed in mind!" -morning- atsushi: zzzz.... Kyoka: *sitting with a bowl of cereal...and ice cream on top of it* demon snow: ?? Kyoka: "...The ice cream is sweater than yogurt and melts down into the sugary cereal, creating wondrous flavors." *pokes Atsushi with her spoon* atsushi: GAH! 24! TRIANGLE! JULES VERNE! Kyoka: "...I started breakfast." atsushi: oh...right... *yaaawn* -elsewhere- Kid: *kitten yawn* stocking: zzzz Kid: "..." *hug* stocking: *yawn* morning honey~ Kid: *smiles* "Morning." *smooch* stocking: sleep ok? Kid: "...A bit better." stocking: that's good. *forehead kiss* Kid: ^\\\^ -elsewhere- Chuuya: *passed out on the couch, the TV on* mito: *eating catfood* Chuuya: *moans, sits up...* "...What was I watching?" -seems to be on the weather- Chuuya: "...Please be sunny..." -seems it will be cloudy this week- Chuuya: "...Fuck." mito: O^O~? Chuuya: *looks at the clock* -7:45 AM- Chuuya: "!!! I'm going to be late!" -in class- Sid: "Okay, that takes care of attendance." yana: *glances at chuuya* Chuuya: *disheveled, panting*' eijiro: jeez, ozaki. you alright? Chuuya: "Alarm clock..." eijiro: ah. Chuuya: *looks in his bookbag for his textbook and--* "!!! Oh, no...I left it at home." -elsewhere- Secretary: "Mr. Sakaguchi? Someone is here, but he doesn't have an appointment." ango: who is it? Dazai: "Goooood Mornin’ Ango~!" ango:.... -_.-; Dazai: "I brought muffins!" *holds up a box of donuts* ango:...those are donuts. -_.-; Dazai: "Muffin tops that I flattened then poke holes into. Speaking of poking holes into stories, I need a favor." ango: *groooan* what is it? Dazai: "Do you know this guy?" *passes a photo of...Touma* ango: hmm? hmmm...yes, taishi touma, vice branch manager of C3's death city branch. initially transfered here from the C3 tokyo branch. Dazai: "C3?" ango: yes. C3. part of the International Department of Paranormal Containment/Control. or the IDPC for short. Dazai: "Hmmm...I see." *looks at the photo again* "So, you're telling me this guy...is actually...an incubus." ango:.....what? Dazai: "Handsome creepy guy intimidating women around town and in charge of paranormal stuff? Totally an incubus." ango:....*facepalm* Dazai: "Anyway, he's been intimidating a friend of a rival of a coworker. Was hoping for something to help." ango: we'll look into it then. Dazai: ^^ "All I ask--thanks! Have a muffin!" -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: *walking through the street* "..." -elsewhere- Sakuya: *asleep at school desk* marie: mr watanuki? mr watanuki? Sakuya: *snore, sleep-talking* "Three sugars, please..." -elsewhere- Emine: *in chemistry class, holding two beakers* -elsewhere- Vulcan: "Okay, I think that'll do it." *lowers hood on the Matchbox; he's covered in grease* "Turn it on." maki: *puts the key in the ignition* *Runs smoothly* Vulcan: *smiles* maki: awesome! Vulcan: "Awesome! Man, exhausted after all of that..." *opens a can of soda* -elsewhere- Meme: *sips tea* mio: feeling better? Meme: *smiles* "Much! Thanks." mio: glad to know. *smiles* ao said it was a family recipe. Meme: "I'll have to thank her--it's tasty. A little spicy." -elsewhere- Poe: *shelving books* rowena: good morning, brother. ^^ Poe: "Oh, Rowena--hello! How is your day starting?" rowena: well. how was everything for you, yesterday? Poe: "...Um..." rowena: ?? Poe: "...I need to look into someone." -elsewhere- naoya: *shooting targets* Gin: "Good." higuchi: sorry you got replaced, naoya. naoya: on the bright side, im not dead, and i get to return to the black lizards. it's a double win! Gin: "Have you met your replacement?" naoya: *shrugs* all the boss said was 'you're being replaced. you will return to the black lizards first thing tomorrow~'. how was that? Gin: "...Creepy tone." naoya: yeah anyway. higuchi: could sound slimier. naoya: ooooh sick burn! X'D Gin: "Quite so. Best not let him hear it." naoya: *nods, serious face* Gin: "With your training done for the day, do you have missions?” -elsewhere- Izuku: *stretches* ochako: *taking notes* Iida: "And when is our next practice tournament?" momo: seems it's coming up soon. Iida: "Hmmm...It will be one step closer in the progress to become a full-fledged hero." momo: *nods* mina: ooh! looks like the DCHN is doing an interview with endevour! Todoroki: "..." -elsewhere- Anya: *having lunch* -elsewhere- Kid: *writing notes* -elsewhere- ango: asahina, just the person i was looking for. asahina: sir? ango: we've had reports of people going missing around the franklin subway station. according to the reports, it's likely the RHOD. we need you to investigate and report back. asahina: understood! *salutes* -and so- asahina: jeez, this place is like a maze.... -silence- ???: "Hm hm hm..." asahina: O-O; *shakes head* c-calm down chitose...i-it's probably just a rat or something! haha! *Whistle* asahina: O_O;;;;;; *picks up her pace* ???: "--used to know..." asahina: *walking faster until she is almost running* *A match is struck* asahina: *turns* S-SHOW YOURSELF!! -nothing- asahina:.... *keeps going* ???: "Glowing dim..." asahina: h-he-hell-hellooooo? QuQ;;; *A face appears under a lit match* asahina: *SCREAMS and makes a run for it* *POW* asahina: *faceplanted onto the floor* o-ow... *trying to crawl away* *Ankle grab* asahina: *trying to pull away* *Something pricks the back of her neck* asahina: !!!! ah.... *slowly losing conscious...she looks up at the face of her attacker* FD: "..." *softly singing* “Once…upon…a December…” asahina:....*collapses* FD: *picks her up* -elsewhere- Kunikida: *sneezes* naomi: jeez, coming down with something? Kunikida: *summons a tissue from his book* "I'm sure I will be fine..." -elsewhere- Gopher: *face down on the floor* -elsewhere- Hyde: *atop a stage* tsugumi: *observing* licht: *playing a tune on the piano* -_-; Hyde: *dramatic pose* "Sweet love, renew thy force!" tsugumi: *glances at anya*... anya? Anya: Q\\\Q Hyde: "Be it not said thy edge should blunter be than appetite, which but today by feeding is allay'd!" yana: ....*casually nomming on chips* Anya: *hand reaching to the stage...* Hyde: "Tomorrow sharpen'd in his former might--" *A crash is heard* Hyde: "?!!" tamaki: *SCREAMING* GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!!! Arthur: "Hang on! I'll help!" Hyde: "???" licht: *twitch* Hyde: *looking up* "...Is that a cat?" tamaki: TT~TT *she's caught in the ropes....in a rather interesting position* Arthur: o\\\o "I-I could cut you down!" Hyde: "Jeez..." Anya: O___O "How mortifying..." yana: jeez, that looks like it sucks.....*sips soda* Arthur: *prepares his sword* "Just don't move..." tsugumi: !!! there's someone up there on the rafters!! Arthur: "???" *looks* atsushi:... *JAWDROP* DAZAI GET DOWN FROM THERE!! Dazai: "I will! I just need to get the rope on first--" licht: *grabs hyde and throws him at dazai* Hyde: "Whyyyyyyy meeeeeee?!" Dazai: "???" *SMACK* tamaki: D8> -BOOOOM- tamaki: ororororororo @~@ Dazai: X___X *falls back* Hyde: Q~Q "St-Stupid Licht..." Anya: *covers her mouth* "Oh no..." licht: i put an end to these shenanigans because.... *pose* i am an angel. tamaki:...TT~TT Arthur: *still standing* "...Um...What now?" yana: *smirk* Hyde: *removes his shoe--and throws it at Arthur's head* -elsewhere- Giriko: "And that's how I got this scar!" kirika: kickass. Giriko: "And the lesson I learned was this: don't get into fistfights with gibbons." -elsewhere- atsushi: i am so sorry about this, ma'am. *on his knees, hands clasped and apologizing* Yumi: "Just _what_ was this...person doing here?" atsushi: it's...uh... a long story. *sweatdrop* Dazai: *hanging upside down* "Investigating!" atsushi: ?? Yumi: "..." *eyebrow raised* Dazai: "I just can smell a problem here in this very school! That, or my protege here--" *lifts Atsushi's arm* "--forgot his deodorant!" atsushi: d-DAD-DAZAI!! Dazai: "Tell me about your new students..." Yumi: "That information is classified." Dazai: *pouts, turns to Atsushi* atsushi: *sweatdrop* Yumi: "Atsushi, who is this?" atsushi: well.... -elsewhere- ???: "Wake up." asahina: mmmn...?? *eyes fluttering open*... mmh... mphhgh?!?! *her mouth is gagged and her arms and legs are tied* FD: "Nurse...Ready?" zoey: of course.... *she has a needle out* asahina: !!!! *muffled screams and trying to back away* FD: "Administer the solution." zoey: of course... *grabs asahina by the arm and injects her* asahina: !!! *wince* FD: "That is poison." asahina: !!! FD: "You will die in three days." asahina: !!!! *tears falling* n-no.. FD: "Unless..." asahina: ?? w-what? what is it? FD: "I have the antidote..." asahina: p-please i-i-i dont want to die! FD: "Then you will do as I ask." asahina: w-what is it you want? FD: "We want...information." asahina: w-what kind of information? FD: "The names of all ability users in the city.' asahina: ?? FD: "You have that information." asahina: w-what makes you so sure? zoey: *examining an ID card; Chitose Asahina. Death City Council Department of Ability Users* FD: *smile* asahina:...*wincing as the poison is beginning to slowly eat away at her* FD: "Now, what will it be?" asahina:....ok...i'll help you... FD: "Good...I suggest you hurry." -elsewhere- Relan: D: "What did Tamaki do to you?!" shinra: *full footprint on his face*.....she slipped. clothes flew. i got the boot. -_-; Relan: "...That sounds really unrealistic. And stupid." shinra: why does she get mad at me?! iris: who knows. -elsewhere- Hibana: *humming* hanako: hi mom! Hibana: "?! Oh...sweetie." *smiles* "How are you?" hanako: good! *she has a flower crown* Hibana: QWQ "For me?" hanako: *hands her one* big sis mikami showed me how to make them. Hibana: "Thank you! That was very nice of Mikami. Did you thank her?" hanako: *nods* -elsewhere- Burns: "Useless." dia: sir? Burns: "Slow response time." -elsewhere- Rin: "..." madoka: *climbing onto the roof* up here again? ^^ Rin: "Feels...comfortable." madoka: ah. i brought bentos again. Rin: "Oh! That's--" *his stomach growls* ^^; "...Great." madoka: ^^ Rin: *sniffs* "So good...Thanks." *smooch* madoka: hehe~ Rin: *looks around* "It's not a bad view from here." madoka: it's pretty...*holds his hand* Rin: ^\\\^ *small squeeze* "Glad you're here." madoka: ^///^ -elsewhere- Mori: *asleep on the couch* {mama mori:.....*stepping into mori's room*..... *standing over his bed, staring*....*tears falling*} {Mori: *turns over* "Hmm?"} {mama mori:....it's ok rintarou....i wont....let you become like your father.....*tears falling as she wraps her hands around his throat, gripping tightly*} {Mori: "Mama? What are you--"} {mama mori: *her grip is getting tighter around his throat* .....} {Mori: *choking, his hands along hers* "M-Ma--!" {-slice-} {mama mori: !!! *coughing as her throat is slit open with a scalpel, blood splashing and causing her to let go and collapse, twitching on the ground*} {Mori: *his mother's blood on his face* "Wh-Wh-..."} {ougai sr:...*hugs him* it's ok rintarou....you're safe now...she cant...hurt you anymore...} {Mori: *frozen...he can't move*} {ougai sr: *pets his head* it's ok...} {Mori: "..." *cries} {ougai sr: you're safe now son....*smiles* tomorrow, everything will be better....i have so much to teach you...} {Mori: *can't talk*} -the phone rings- Mori: *wakes up* *looks around* "..." *picks up the phone* "Yes?" -elsewhere- Yohei: "Here comes the airplane! Vroom!" toru: ^o^ Yohei: "Yum yum!" toru: ^u^ chie: ^^ Yohei: "Eat up! You're a growing boy..." -elsewhere- Anya: "That was an...interesting performance, Licht." licht: sorry about the shit rat and the weird trench coat man. Anya: "It was still entertaining, before those interruptions." *smile* -elsewhere- Benimaru: "It'll be getting colder." kirei: *nods* Benimaru: "...Maybe I'll knit." kirei:..*small smile* Benimaru: "..." -\\\- *cheek scratch* "...Need a scarf?" -elsewhere- Chuuya: *zipping up his bookbag* girl:....um...ozaki? Chuuya: "What?" girl: if you arent busy after school, did you want to go to deathbucks together? Chuuya: "...Sorry. I can't." girl: oh...maybe some other time then? Chuuya: "Yeah, whatever..." girl: ok! see you around! *walks away* Chuuya: "..." ("Will I ever...?") yana: ... Chuuya: *takes his bookbag and walks* ("Will I ever...get over this?") -elsewhere- lana: i'm home. Mr. Shephard: "Welcome back!" lana: ^^; how was everything while i was at work? Mr. Shephard: "Oh, alright. I got the mail, did some vacuuming, put out some crumbs for the raven--" lana: eh? o.o Mr. Shephard: "Yeah, wildest thing--that bird's been there all day." lenore: ... lana:...um... ._.; lenore: *there is a letter attached to the scarf addressed to lana* lana: oh... *takes the letter* lenore: *squaks and flies off* Mr. Shephard: "Aw, the bird flew away..." lana: *reading the letter* Poe’s letter: "Dearest Lana--Hello!" lana: *smiles and reads* Poe’s letter: "As I proceed with the tasks ahead of me, what guides me through the day, and motivates me to persist, is the moment when I can again see your face." lana: *small blush and smiles* Poe’s letter: "I trust all is well and look forward to your response. Therefore, I will keep this letter brief, except to tell you one more thing..." lana: ?? Poe’s letter: "My affection for you is strong." lana:... *smiles* -seems some stuff had been scribbled out before that- --You are like the most beautiful black rose-- --You are as radiant as a dying star-- --I really like you— ---I love you--- lana: ^^ -elsewhere- karl: *nom nom* Poe: OWO;;; *offering another grape* "I made a mistake, didn't I? She hates me now. I just know it." karl: ^^ *nom* Poe: "M-Maybe I can get back the letter before she reads..." -the phone rings- Poe: "Eek!" *answers* "H-Hello?" lana: hey edgar. i got your letter. Poe: OWO;;;; "L-Let-ter? O-Oh?" lana: yeah. im amazed you trained a bird to deliver it. Poe: OWO;;;;;;; "Ha ha ha! Yes! Trained! Ha!" lana: hehe...well, the letter was really sweet. thanks. Poe: "Oh! You...liked it?" lana: yeah. it really made my day a bit better. Poe: "...I am glad. How was your day?" -elsewhere- Arthur: *knocks on door, holding a plate* "Tamaki? I...brought you dessert?" tamaki: *creaks open the door* TT3TT Arthur: *it's a cupcake with candy cat ears* "...I'm sorry." tamaki: *sniff* thank you... TT3TT Arthur: *hands her the plate* "..." tamaki:...*sigh* i really hate having the shitty luck i have... Arthur: "...Maybe...you just need some good luck..." tamaki: i wish... Arthur: "...I have something that brings me good luck." tamaki: really? Arthur: *pulls from his pocket...a horseshoe* tamaki:...*small smile* Arthur: *kisses the horsehoe, before handing it to her* tamaki:... .///. t-thank yo- *trips and....* -smooch- tamaki: o//////////o Arthur: .\\\. *falls back* tamaki: w-woah! *she lands on top of him* O///////////O Arthur: o\\\o "L-Let me help you up--" *lifts his head up--his chest pressing against hers* tamaki: .///////. shinra: get a room. tamaki: FUCK OFF! DX< -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: "Zzz..." -elsewhere- atsushi: we're back! Kyoka: *waves* Kunikida: *points to folder* atsushi: *examining* *Picture of a street magician* atsushi: oh? Kunikida: "Reports of some magician harassing people at Death Square." atsushi: *nods* we'll look into it. Kunikida: "See that you do." *hands him mail* atsushi: *looking through the mail* *To Tabby* atsushi: *looks at the note* *Inside is a coupon for a free drink* atsushi:...*smiles and puts it into his pocket* *A letter from...rehab* atsushi: oh boy. *opens it* " 'Dear annoying detective boy...'" atsushi: well this isnt off to a good start. Letter: "I'm finally out of rehab--and the one responsible for that is you." atsushi: *keeps going, nervous sweating* Letter: "Because after rehab, I signed, like, totes five contracts for a book, a TV show, and a freaking lecture circuit. I got money!" atsushi: hmm. Letter: "So thanks for outing me--now I got more bucks for even better drugs!" atsushi:....*FACEPALM* *Attached is a signed photograph* atsushi:.... *awkward glance* *She's blowing a kiss* atsushi:... 7-7;; Dazai: "At least you can sell the signed photo online." -elsewhere- asahina:... *in the records room* ....... *hands trembling* *Footsteps* asahina: !!! *hides* Custodian: *turns on the lights, walks to the trash can under the desk* asahina:....*still hidden* Custodian: *empties the can, walks to the door...* asahina:....*waits for them to leave*......*after they've left, she goes to the computer and plugs in a USB drive*... *Files appear on the computer* asahina:....*makes a copy of the file 'ability_users_in_D_City' and transfers it to the USB drive* 41%...42%... asahina:...*muffled cough* ..... 64%... asahina:..... ...99% *DING* asahina:..... *unplugs the USB drive and turns the computer off*.......*exits* *No one in the hallway* asahina:....*cough cough*.....*exits* *Cameras around the area seem to be focused on her* asahina:....*light trembling* *She arrives at the location she was directed to go, before heading underground* asahina:....*coughs* *She proceeds down steps* asahina:..... *walking to a door....opening it* FD: "Welcome." asahina:...*she hands him the USB drive* FD: *smiles* asahina:...y-ou'll....give me the antidote now...right? FD: *takes the USB...and walks away* asahina: h-hey! w-what about the antidote?! FD: "I lied." asahina: !!! *falls to her knees, tears falling* n-no... FD: *hums, as he opens a door to depart* asahina: p-please! t-there has to be something you can do! FD: "There is..." asahina: r-really? FD: *rests a finger on her forehead* asahina: eh?..w-what- FD: "Death." asahina: ah- -flick- asahina: !!!! *coughs blood as she collapses, twitching before finally dying* FD: "..." -no reply- FD: "Messy." zoey:....shall i....dispose of her? FD: "Please." -elsewhere- Yumi: "Damn it..." lord death: *hug* i know it's a day early but....*kiss on the cheek* happy birthday. Yumi: =\\\= "...Thank you. I prefer things on the day when they are to occur..." -elsewhere- Relan: *texting* [commander hibana treating you well?] mikami: [yeah. her daughter is so sweet. ^^] Relan: [d'aw. that's good] -morning- hirotsu: *on phone*...yes....i see....very well...*hangs up* seems there's been some trouble down in one of our warehouses. Mori: "Send an investigation team." hirotsu: understood. -at the warehouse- -a man in coke bottle glasses is waiting- coke bottle: hmmm....i hope mr akutagawa gets here soon. Akutagawa: *appears behind him* coke bottle: YEEP! ah! mr akutagawa! good morning! Akutagawa: "Hello. What has occurred?" coke bottle: well, we found something in a steel drum that was left here in the warehouse...its...god damn..its.... Akutagawa: "It's what?" -a mafioso looks inside the steel drum...and promptly vomits- Akutagawa: "???" *looks* "...Oh." -inside, asahina's mutilated corpse remains- Akutagawa: "Have you identified the remains?" coke bottle: we've been working on that as we speak. Akutagawa: "...A threat to the Mafia? A warning?" -elsewhere- Chuuya: *walking to school* atsushi:.....>->;;; Chuuya: "??? Tiger Boy?" atsushi: !!! um....hey....chuuuyaaaa? ^^;;;; Chuuya: -_-;;; "I'm under an alias, guy." atsushi: a-ah! right! uh...ozaki? was it? Chuuya: "Yeah...Off to school too, huh?" atsushi: yeah, where else? Chuuya: -_-# "I'm just making conversation..." atsushi:....sooooo.....what do you like doing OwO;;; Chuuya: "Drinking wine." atsushi: ah...what else? Chuuya: "Dancing." atsushi: oh, neat. *smiles* Chuuya: "What do you do?" atsushi: me? well....hmmmm.. that's a good question... Chuuya: "Must be something you do--besides babysitting Dazai." atsushi: hmmm... maybe i could check out a club at school? but kunikida would probably kill me. Chuuya: "What, he doesn't like you in clubs?" atsushi: well, i think he wants me to focus on my studies and on agency work. Chuuya: "Admirable." atsushi: t-thanks. ^^ Chuuya: "...Well, here we are." atsushi: ah...you know...i dont think you're that bad a guy, chuu-er, ozaki. Chuuya: -\\\- *grunts, walks ahead into school* atsushi: ..... -in class- Hyde: *snoring* marie: it was then that-....mr kranz? Hyde: *muttering in his sleep* "Kumquats..." marie: mr kranz?... Hyde: *sleep-talking* "Get the biggest one you can find..." licht: hey shit rat, get up. *KICKS HIM INTO THE CEILING* Hyde: D: O_____O *crash* "...Ow..." marie: o_o; Hyde: *falls back down* -elsewhere- Sid: *handing back graded tests, returning them to Tamaki and Arthur* "Tamaki, good work." *She got a 94/100* tamaki:... TTuTT yes! Arthur: *smiles* "Lucky horseshoe..." *then he looks at his grade: 12/100* "?!!!" Sid: "You answered 'I am a knight' to each question." Arthur: "But that is an accurate statement." Sid: "Even on the true/false questions!" shinra: -_-; Arthur: "Is it not true I am a knight?!" -elsewhere- Black Star: *whistling* soul: hey. *waves* whats up? Black Star: "Yo! Doing alright. How's work been?" soul: pretty good. still havent found any rogues...so close, but so far... Black Star: "Wish I could help, but similar problem...Long road to Death Scythe-dom." soul: yeah... -elsewhere- Benimaru: *doing squats* "Quicken your pace, soldiers." -elsewhere- Meme: *eating lunch* *sighs* tsugumi: doing better? Meme: "Hmm? Oh, yes. Just getting used to school again, I guess." tsugumi: ah. Meme: "Make-up work shouldn't be too hard. Thanks for collecting it!" tsugumi: no problem ^^ Meme: "Anything surprising happen while I was out?" -elsewhere- Kid: *filing papers* liz: hard at work? Kid: *smiles* "Always. What time is it?" -elsewhere- higuchi: *walking through the halls* Mori: "Good day." higuchi:.....likewise... Mori: "Tell me, how is progress going on investigations?" higuchi: seems the person we found was a government official. Mori: "Do any authorities know about this?" higuchi: no, but it wont be long... Mori: "Have you moved the remains elsewhere?" higuchi: they're in the morgue. Mori: "Any idea how this person was killed?" higuchi: besides being mutilated? Mori: *smirks* "You really think that's what killed them? How would the murderer get the victim to stay still so long?" higuchi:....what do you mean? Mori: "If I could mutilate a corpse, I wouldn't stop until there was nothing left of the corpse. ...That is, _if_ I was the murderer." higuchi: ...... Mori: "Perhaps I should examine the remains as well..." higuchi:....... Mori: "While I do so, take care of this." *hands her a slip of paper with an address* higuchi: ?? Mori: "They'll know some poisons that may be relevant..." higuchi:....right. (thinking: poisons?...) -elsewhere- Dazai: *making paper dolls* ranpo: looks like it's gonna rain later. *he has rain boots on* Dazai: "...Oh, that's just adorable." ranpo: ^u^ yosano: ^^; (thinking: its hard to believe he's 26...) Dazai: "Let me guess--you're umbrella has little kittens on it?" ranpo: what do you think i am, a child?... it's ducks. Dazai: *slapping his hands on his cheeks* "So cute~!" naomi: OwO -elsewhere- Victor: *covered in dirt, holding a shovel* iris: O_O; Victor: "I was looking at the tunnels and thought I would make my own to give us a back-up route out of the tunnels!" iris: i guess that makes sense, b-but please dont destroy the garden Q.Q Victor: "Oh, don't worry! I dug the tunnel under the training field--" *A loud scream is heard--then a thud* Victor: OWO;;; tamaki: #%&^*^I&#&* iris: *covering her mouth* !!!!! Arthur: "Someone bring rope! Tamaki fell into a dragon's tunnel!" -elsewhere- Shotaro: "Look at Emine's test score!" Emine: >_< "Give that back! Or I'll put fleas in your bed!" -elsewhere- Iida: "Almost ready..." ochako: the sports festival is gonna be so awesome! Izuku: "Yeah! I can't wait for--" Bakugo: "IT FEELS LIKE IT HAS BEEN YEARS WAITING FOR THIS SHIT TO START!" ochako: o.o; Iida: "...Maybe take your medicine." -elsewhere- Monoma: *shaking* kinoko: O.O; Monoma: "I will win these games...then Itsuka will be mine!" -face palms from several students- Monoma: "And now for my afternoon energy drink! I made it myself!" *holds up a glass of...egg, whey and...fish?* -elsewhere- Giriko: *napping* arachne:...*small kiss on the cheek* anna: ^^ Giriko: *wakes up* "H-Huh? Wha--?" *sees Anna and Arachne* "Oh...Hey, ladies." *smiles* arachne: tired? Giriko: "Yeah..." *stretches* "Late shift..." -elsewhere- Tsukiyo: *nom nom nom nom nom* -elsewhere- justin: *finishing up after a sermon* oriko: zzzz... *napping in one of the pews* Fujimoto: *knock knock* justin: hmm? ah, father fujimoto, what a pleasent surprise. *small smile* Fujimoto: "Hello, Justin. Thought I'd stop by during my walk." kyouko: *waves* justin: *nods* did you need something to drink? Fujimoto: "That'd be great!" -elsewhere- Hyde: "I DIDN'T DO IT!" kranz: ?? Hyde: "I mean--What up?" *poses--then a faucet is heard snapping off* kranz: O_O;;; julian: *SCREAM* *Water sprays out from behind him* Hyde: owo; "...I should've fixed that plumbing..." -elsewhere- lana: *walking home* Poe: "H-H-Hell-Hello..." lana: hmm? oh, hey edgar. *smiles* Poe: owo "...Hi. How are you?" lana: good. you? Poe: "Better. Now." lana: ah. ^^ Poe: "...How was work?" lana: doing a lot better. that-...he hasnt been around.... Poe: "..." *pat pat* lana:...thanks, edgar. *smiles softly* Poe: "You're w-w-welcome...Um...Heading home?" lana: yeah. -the small rumble of thunder is heard- lana: *pulls her umbrella out* Poe: *looks up--and is hit by a raindrop* "!!" lana: *she opens her umbrella and offers it to him* want me to walk you home? Poe: "...Certainly." lana: *smiles as she walks home with him, holding his hand* karl: 7w7 Poe: *small happy shiver* .w. -soon, they arrive at his home- Poe: "Th-Thank you, Lana..." lana: any time. *smiles* Poe: "...Well, this is me..." lana: ok. have a nice night. Poe: "...I..." lana: hmm? Poe: "...would like...to..." lana: like to what? Poe: "...kiss..." lana: *small blush as she kisses him on the cheek* Poe: o\\\o "...Thank you." lana: ... *smiles and waves* Poe: owo *waves* "Good night." lana: *heading home* karl: ^o^ Poe: *pets Karl, smiles* karl: =w= Poe: "I-I think that was p-progress..." -elsewhere- Relan: *cuddle* shinra: u///w///u Relan: "I'm so happy here..." shinra: i am too. *rubs his back* Relan: ^\\\^ *kiss on the cheek* shinra: ^^ iris: *smiles* Relan: "Iris..." *kiss on her cheek* iris: >///< shinra: *hug* >///u///< Relan: *hugs them both* -elsewhere- Kid: *lies down* stocking: mmm~<3 Kid: *hugs her* "Glad to see you..." stocking: same here~<3 *kiss* Kid: "Hmm..." *strokes her back* "How was your day?" stocking: good. and you~ *walking her fingers up his chest before booping his nose* Kid: >\\\< "Too cute..." stocking: yes. yes you are. *smooch* Kid: "Mmm..." *smooch* -in the mafia morgue- Mori: "Hmm..." -asahina's mutilated corpse lays on a table- Mori: "Any parts missing?" medic: kidneys, gallbladder, lungs, pancreas are all gone. everything else is intact... Mori: "Hmm...Odd to retain those. Perhaps they could be valuable to sell, or for medical examination." medic: maybe.... Mori: "Name? Blood type? Anything unusual?" medic: well, we've found out she had been poisoned. she also died sometime before the mutilation took place. Mori: "So, the poison killed her?" medic: most likely. Mori: *looks at the victim's head* "Hmm..." -asahina's eyes are still intact, with dried tears mixed with blood from the wounds. her expression is one of shock- Mori: "Would you look like this if it was just poison?" medic: ?? sir? Mori: *touches part of her remaining head* "I think...the attack was here. From...inside?" medic: ?? like some kind of brain aneurysm? Mori: "Yes...That's it." medic: sir? Mori: "An ability user." medic: an ability user did this? Mori: "Just a feeling I have..." medic: ... -elsewhere- Sakuya: *rubbing his ankle* naho: zzzz... Sakuya: "..." ("I probably just need sleep...") *takes off his socks...lies next to her* naho:..... =w= Sakuya: "..." *hugs her gently* naho: *nuzzle* Sakuya: *closes his eyes, holds her* -at the dorms- Anya: "Zzz..." Meme: *reading* -elsewhere- Kyoka: *sipping tea* atsushi: *doing homework* Kyoka: "How much more you have?" atsushi: just a bit. Kyoka: "Well, you'll need sleep soon." atsushi: *nods* -thump- Kyoka: "???" atsushi: .... !!! *runs over to dazai's apartment, fearing the worst* DAZAI ARE YOU-..... o_____________________o;;;; kirako: O///-///O;;;; Dazai: o\\\w\\\o "...Howdy." atsushi:.................*slowly closes the door.......and promptly faints* Kyoka: *follows Atsushi, up to his collapsed body* "...Blood sugar?" Dazai: *looks at Kirako* "...So, I'm the one who forgot to lock?" atsushi: dont....open it.....save....yourself.... Kyoka: "..." *takes him by the arm--and drags him away* "Okay." odasaku:...huh. Kyoka: *has dragged him back to the apartment* -elsewhere- Arthur: *pouts* -morning- atsushi: nnngh....huh?...kyouka? Kyoka: "Oh, good, you are awake." atsushi: ugh...my head hurts....what happened? i remember hearing a thud, but then im here? Kyoka: "You told me not to open the door to Dazai's apartment." atsushi: ..... ._____________. ....i think....i feel sick..... Kyoka: "...How bad was it?" atsushi:....good news is he isnt dead... Kyoka: "What's the bad news?" atsushi:....i saw too much.....um....you see kyouka....when two people- Kyoka: "Dazai was having sex with Kirako." atsushi: D8.... *KO* Kyoka: "...You still have school." atsushi:.... TT_TT cant unsee... Kyoka: "You have seen nothing." atsushi:.......i saw a glimpse...... ./////.;;;; Kyoka: "Was it missionary, doggie style, an--" atsushi: D8 DO I NEED TO WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT YOUNG LADY?! Kyoka: *holds up a taser* -elsewhere- Dazai: TTWTT kirako: ^^; Dazai: "Sorry about last night." kirako: i-it's fine, really. ^^; Dazai: "...Think we should talk with Atsushi together?" kirako: if it helps... Dazai: "I do--kind of owe it to him after what he saw." -and so- Dazai: *sets out cups of tea* atsushi: i am so, so sorry for last night! *on his hands and knees, bowing for forgiveness* Dazai: "..." *eye glint* "Maybe you need to do something to earn our forgiveness--" -DOUBLE CHOP- Dazai: >__< Kyoka: -_-; "No." -elsewhere- Victor: *asleep...his head exposed above the ground...because someone buried him up to his chin in the backyard* "Zzz..." karin: 7w7 success... Arthur: "I brought the lawnmower..." Vulcan: "?!" nozomi: D8 DR ITOU NO! -elsewhere- Kid: *snore* stocking: zzzzz... Kid: *hugs Stocking* stocking: =u= Kid: *smooch* stocking: hehe~ Kid: "Morning..." -elsewhere- Belkia: =____= *dragging himself to the front door to get the newspaper* tsubaki: !!! what happened?? Belkia: "Huh? I guess I slept funny and--" O___O *sees headline: "Magician strikes again"* otogiri: *pops up behind belkia like a freaking weeping angel* belkia. what. did. you. do? Belkia: o_____O "I-I don't remember anything! I swear, I was asleep the entire time last night!" tsubaki: *examines the newspaper* Newspaper: "Four police officers are hospitalized after being attacked by 'the Magician' in his latest jewel robbery." otogiri: ......*gives belkia a cold glare* Belkia: o________o "Do I look like a jewel thief?! What would I need them for--" *raises his arms--and a jewelry box falls out of his sleeve* o________________o otogiri:.....*dark aura of murder* Belkia: "I ORDERED THIS ONLINE! I HAVE A RECEIPT! I HAVE A RECEEEEEEEEEEEEIPT!" -elsewhere- Akitaru: "You'll have some training this weekend, so rest up because you'll start at 6 AM Saturday." shinra: understood Vulcan: "I got some great death traps ready for your training." tamaki: w-wait what? Vulcan: "I mean 'Fluffy Kitten Hugs and Rainbows Tests.'" Arthur: *sigh of relief* "Oh, thank goodness. I thought you said 'Death Traps.'" tamaki: -_-; Victor: "I'm sure you'll all be fine." *he has lawn mower scars along his face* nozomi: EEEK! -elsewhere- Gopher: "???" kirika: *kicking rocks as she's walking along* Gopher: "Distracted?" kirika: eh, just bored, i guess. Gopher: "Well, did you want to do more training?" -elsewhere- Meme: *catches the ball* tsugumi: nice catch! Meme: ^^ "Thanks! I'm sending it back..." *gets ready to throw* -elsewhere- rowena: *putting her letter in the mailbox* ^^ Poe: "Oh, mailing something?" rowena: just sending a letter to mother and father. Poe: owo;;; "...What did you say?" rowena: just letting them know how we're doing here. Poe: "Oh...H-How am I doing?" rowena: i think you're doing well. a lot better than you had been... Poe: QWQ "..." *sniff* rowena: b-brother? are you ok? Poe: *nod nod* "Just...’feels’...as the locals put it…" rowena:...*chuckle* Poe: "..." *hug* rowena: *hug* ^^ Poe: *pat pat* -elsewhere- Assi: *upside down...and asleep* mono:.....*sigh* *drags him to his room* Assi: *snore* "M-...M-..." mono: ..... (thinking: without those stupid a-frames.....he's....kinda cute....) *shakes head* >3< Assi: "Mon..." mono: ?? >////>; Assi: "Mono...Mono...Monopoly." mono:.... *FACEPLANT INTO THE FLOOR* Assi: *wakes up* "Gah!" *looks around* "Oh, Mono. What's up?" -elsewhere- Asura: *shivers* mikan: *hug* Asura: *clutches her* mikan: *hums* Asura: "Aaaaah..." mikan: *small smile and petting his head* Asura: ^\\\^ heibito: *clinging to his leg* >.< Asura: "???" *lowers a scarf to pick up Heibito* heibito: ^o^ Asura: *forehead kiss* heibito: ^^ Asura: *hands Heibito to Mikan* mikan: hello sweetie. heibito: ma! ma! Asura: ^^ -elsewhere- Mephisto: "May I bring you anything else, my dear?" felisia: some tea would be nice. ^^; maid: -_-; (thinking: she's pregnant, she doesnt have a broken leg -_-; ) Mephisto: "Coming up~" *snaps his fingers* -tea cart summoned!- Mephisto: *offers a cup of tea* -elsewhere- Shima: O~O unagi: .... Shima: "So...do you like soda?" unagi:....<is what so?> Shima: "!!!" <Do you like soda?> unagi:....<i've...never had any> Shima: <Oh, it's really sweet! Want to try?> unagi:....<will i...get sick?> Shima: <I don't think so? I mean, if you aren't used to sweet things...Maybe a sip?> unagi:.... *tiny sip* >,< <t-tingly!> Shima: <That's the carbonation--little bubbles...> *sip* -elsewhere- Kyoka: *sets a bottle of soda in front of Atsushi--labeled "Brain Bleach"* atsushi:... TTuTT the offer is appreciated... odasaku: what have we learned? atsushi: always remember to knock. Kyoka: "Yes, you should." *sips her soda* atsushi: im just glad they werent too mad. Kyoka: *nods* "I think they had other things on their mind." atsushi: =////=;;; Kyoka: "I take it that was your introduction to sex education." atsushi:.... ./////. i've.....read books....scarred for life. Kyoka: "??? What kind of books were you given?" atsushi: well, the orphanage i lived in had a library, so i often spent my time there...i stumbled upon one book and....well,.... 7-7;;;; Kyoka: "..." *pat pat* -elsewhere- Wes: *asleep at piano* liz:...*small smile as she lifts him up and helps him to bed* Wes: "Hmm..." *yawn* liz: hey there. Wes: *smiles* "Hey...I fell asleep." liz: *chuckle* Wes: *yawn* "This composition just took a lot out of me...Sorry." -elsewhere- Dazai: *staring up* -silence in the room- Dazai: *sighs...tugs at a bandage* -slight unraveling, revealing scars underneath- Dazai: "..." *traces a finger along one scar* {odasaku: *sigh* honestly, what am i gonna do with you? *bandaging cuts on dazai's wrist*} {Dazai: "...Let me die..."} {odasaku: ??..... *head pet* } {Dazai: "?!"} {odasaku: something's on your mind...did you want to talk about it?} {Dazai: "...Alone..."} {odasaku: hmm?} {Dazai: "I-I don't think I'll...I think I'll always be alone."} {odasaku:.....*sighs and pats his back* being a mafia executive at 16 isnt easy, is it? you're still so young yet...} {Dazai: *sniff* "I-I just feel awful..."} {odasaku:.........if you ever need someone to talk to, just let me know, ok?} {Dazai: *hug*} {odasaku: !!....*small hug and pats his back*} {Dazai: *sniffle*} {odasaku: if you need to cry, just let it out.} {Dazai: *shakes his head*} Dazai: "..." -knocks- Dazai: "...Yeah?" woman: have you seen my child? he's been missing for so long... *looking down, holding up a photo.....of Q* Dazai: "...Maybe I can help. I am a detective..." woman: do you know....where he might be? Dazai: "...I think it is best to discuss at my office. It's not far--" woman: please sir! i-if im away from him for another moment, i'll surely go insane! Dazai: "Okay...Just...Let's start with your child's name." woman: h-his name is kyusaku...h-he's such a sweet boy...im worried someone kidnapped him! h-he has...a dangerous ability.. Dazai: "An ability?" woman: y-yes...if he...gets hurt.....he inflicts...a curse....i dont want my baby to get hurt! Dazai: "When did you last see him?" woman: h-he was....at the park with me....just a month ago... Dazai: ("Only a month ago?") "...We have been on the lookout for him." woman: y-you have?? Dazai: *nods* "We have spotted the child." woman: r-really?! Dazai: *his phone is in his hand, under a couch pillow, sending a text...* "He is with an organization that has taken him in..." woman: w-where is it?? Dazai: "With dangerous people...You shouldn't go alone..." woman: please, just tell me where he is! Dazai: "...The Mafia." woman:............i see....thank you.....*she walks away* Dazai: "Wait! You shouldn't go without some protection." -she's already gone- Dazai: "?!!!" *checks phone* -in an allyway, the woman has discarded the sunhat, coat, and glasses...- zoey: .... *Text on her phone* zoey: *examines it* FD: [Status?] zoey: [no new information. but the camera has been placed] FD: [Excellent] zoey: [shall i proceed with the next step, master fyodor?] FD: [Proceed] zoey:....*smiles* -elsewhere- Gin: "..." hirotsu: is something on your mind? Gin: "Just work. That is all. And you?" hirotsu: same as usual. Gin: "...Still troubled?" hirotsu: miss kouyou seems concerned about chuuya's mental wellbeing. Gin: "...He is still in mourning?" hirotsu:...*nods* seems miss kosaka's death has taken a heavy emotional toll on him. Gin: "...When did you last speak with him?" hirotsu: hmm... shall i speak with him then? Gin: "Yes." -and so- -knocks- hirotsu: chuuya?
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