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herelaymythoughts · 2 years ago

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I like old things

Clothing that’s hung in closets other than mine

Tarnished jewellery

Lovers who know what I’d order off a menu

Friends with whom to remember the past.

I like leather

I like oud

I like top notes that read of an oriental spice rack.

I like high thread count cotton

and silk

and linen and wool

I like ordering San Pellegrino

with a splash of lime and leaves of spearmint

In restaurants on the San Pellegrino

house plants

lofts

and high ceilings

I like Vietnamese noodle soups

bun rieu and bun bo hue

tea flavoured desserts

hojicha and jasmine and rose

I like hydrangea

always carrying the most weight

like that one person

in a first year group project

too, ranunculus, lavender

I like flying many hours to hold a lover

I like being held.

I like the colour green.

Mint green, forest green, pistachio.

My grandmother also likes the colour green.

I like wild salmon and halibut and purple rice and a simple salad of olive oil and lemon juice.

I like the plant and veggie balls from IKEA.

I like fall,

walking through its chilliness by myself in new cities of residence.

I like buying unique objects.

hand made ceramics.

Painting nude self portraits

singing in contralto.

dancing to sultry R&B

shaking my booty

a booty I’ve had to learn to shake,

Learn to love

I like powder days and blue bird days

I really really like Lululemon.

I like perfume, sophisticatedly blended

I like the one named after me, Lucedar Wood.

I like he who blended it.

I love him too.

I think I’ll like New York.

I think I’ll like Paris.

Even though I liked neither all the times I’ve been.

I really like Norway.

I really miss D.C.

Something draws me back to Hong Kong.

a gorgeous Norwegian lover,

A Rusty bit of heartache.

I like nude beaches

and jumping off masts

skinny dipping in the ocean

and making grown men tap.

I like men who pick up the phone when I call.

I don’t like men who do not respond to my texts.

I like men who give thoughtful gifts.

I like men with long hair and glasses.

I like men whose minds eclipse mine

though I’ve only found one so far.

I like women with short hair

who don’t wear any make up

though a little mascara doesn’t hurt,

you know who you are.

I like volumes and volumes of filled out journals and sketch books

medium nib Kaweco fountain pens

Ink wells

and wax seals.

Hand written letters,

love or otherwise.

Books, especially the ones with pencil marked prices on the top right corner

of the first page

Books that were a little slutty in their lifetimes,

rummaged by many

opened by more.

Philosophy.

Of Seneca and Aurelius and others I’m embarrassed to say I don’t know enough of.

Ruby Woo

Caberanet francs and spicy mezcal margaritas.

Especially the one made by Crybaby on Dundas,

A Pina Colada by Mother on Queen.

I like Toronto a lot

Somewhat begrudgingly.

I like being superstitious

Believing that every time I see a Harvard sweater or someone with locs it in fact means that you’ve been thinking of me.

I like celibacy

And sobriety

And being fiercely independent

Assembling IKEA furniture by myself even when the instructions have that X over the cute little figure assembling furniture by itself.

Being soft

when the occasion calls for it.

I like spider guard into lasso

It reminds me of pulling in a lover close with my leg

and jumping guillotines.

Too similar to excited embraces after a long period of apartedness.

I like spending hours in a museum

pondering scenes in paintings

I’m certain I’ve seen in a dream of mine.

Yves Tanguy

and Matisse

and Seurat

and Degas

and Kandinsky

and Monet.

I like mid century modern

And chairs from the Qing dynasty.

The lines of T.S. Elliot and Lu Xun and Ezra Pound

Vivaldi’s four seasons.

I like Peter Cat Recording Co.

and Khruangbin

and Polo and Pan,

the way I discovered them with my good friend Johanne at a Steve Jobs themed party

her dancing to their hypnotic beats in burgundy velvet

in a remodelled row home

in Columbia Heights,

pre-pandemic.

I still like all the friends I’ve lost

Love, even

Lovers still.

I like the way French sounds

And the way I sound in it.

I like frequenting restaurants owned by friends

And knowing that I’ve got at least 6 more loves left in me.

I like Chinatown produce

Sometimes it goes bad right after I buy it

But there’s something real about buying produce slightly past the peak of ripeness

And something wholly unnatural about buying green bananas already in body bags.

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dramaqueeenamby · 4 years ago

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A Day with the Udakus'

A/N: I know we’re all hurting, but I just wanted to maybe try to lighten the mood. I don’t really expect most of you to read this, or anyone, but for me, writing was therapeutic. I love you all, and we will get through this.

Words: 3K

Warnings: NO ANGST. Just shenanigans

Summary: Reader is granted an exclusive interview with the Udaku family, but Y/N quickly realizes there’s more to the Wakandans than she could have ever realized.

You clicked the pen three times.

Once to ensure that it was unsheathed, another to close it again, and the last time for purposeful use. It was a habit you’d developed way back in middle school. You were always the irksome “pen clicker” who elevated everyone’s anxiety while taking an exam. However, for you, it was calming.

And to a certain extent, it still was.

You turned your head to the window only to remember that the coverings were unmovable, an intentional move, you were sure, to keep you from seeing too much.

You didn’t take it personal, though. You were just thankful to have this assignment, an assignment that could make or break your career depending on the outcome.

No one, in the history of your country, had been welcomed to Wakanda. The borders were solid as cement. No outsiders.

Yet, here you were, and to spend a day interviewing the royal family.

You began your pen clicking process all over again.

You meant to document how long the flight was, but nerves ate at your ability to keep time. If you had to guess, though, at least twelve hours transpired prior to your arrival.

And what an arrival it was. As soon as you stepped off the plane, you were immediately in awe. Flying machines similar to cars but much smaller than 747’s flew over, the monolithic buildings seemed to eclipse the clouds themselves, and the design of everything, the specific details, it all seemed too ethereal to be real.

But it was.

This was Wakanda.

You frowned.

Where in the hell did everyone get the notion that this country was among the poorest in Africa? From what she could see, it was easily the richest in the continent.

If not the world.

“You’re here!”

You directed your attention to a beaming girl who made a beeline in your direction. She looked no older than 18 and wore her hair in small box braids. Her attire was unlike any you’d seen. You made a mental note of that, as well as the exterior of the nation.

“Welcome….” You supplied your name, allowing her to include it in her greeting before she started bobbing on the back of her heels. “I’m so excited to meet you. I’ve never actually done a real interview before.”

You smiled and pushed a passion twist behind your ear. During one of your naps on the plane, your bun must have loosened. “It’s an honor to be here…..”

Her eyes widened. “Shuri. You can call me Shuri.”

Your eyes too widened. Shuri? “As in Princess Shuri?”

The teenager scowled. “Please, Shuri will do fine.” She moved closer and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Come. I will show you to your room.”

All you could do was awkwardly nod. This was the freaking princess of this majestic place, and she was enthusiastic as a kid at Disney. For you.

Your own parents weren’t even that excited when you told them you’d landed your dream job.

As Shuri walked you from the hangar bay to the inside of the palace, you took note of everything around you, the people you passed. The strong women who wore red, the men who wore shades of blue, black, and gray. They all exuded strength and power. Shuri explained the women were called the Dora Milaje, Wakanda’s all-female sect of the military. However, their first and foremost priority? Protecting the king and royal family.

The uniforms, the staffs, the power. Hell, you were damn near about to start spazzing.

“Ahh, Erik!” Shuri stopped and gestured to a couple walking in your direction. “Come meet-”

“Goddamnit, woman, I told you I wasn’t looking at her!”

“Don’t call me a woman!”

“You a female, ain’t you? You got a pussy, don’t you?”

“You make me sick!”

“Naw, I make you gag, remember?” The man with short locs cursed as the woman he was arguing with grabbed at his hair, giving a good yank. “The fuck!”

“I want you to admit you were looking at her!”

“She was our waitress! Of course, I was looking at her! You asked me to order, damnit!”

“Nigga, don’t play with me, you know what I mean!” The woman paused. “You think she’s prettier than me, don’t you?”

“I don’t even know the bitch!”

“Don’t use that word around me!”

“Fuck this. You are really crazy, you know that?”

She suddenly started to whimper as the man’s shoulders dropped.

“You don’t love me anymore.”

As the woman began to sob, loudly and theatrically, he placed his arms around her and pulled her into his chest.

All you could do was stare in awe at the scene before you.

Shuri must have noticed your surprise. She waved her hand. “That is my cousin, Erik, and his wife--”

“Wife?” You interrupted, looking back and forth between the teen and the couple. “They’re married?”

Shuri nodded happily. “They’ve been together since primary.”

And they fight like that?

You also made a mental note to discuss the interesting dynamic of marriages in Wakanda in your writeup.

“You said it wasn’t big!” Erik’s wife was still crying and now punching on his chest as she angrily jabbed her finger in his shoulder. “You—you liar!”

Before Shuri could introduce you, the upset woman sauntered past and between you two, knocking you to the side.

“It isn’t, baby! You just got a lot on your mind!” Erik called after her, hands up in defeat. “A lot of thoughts!” He sighed and jogged toward you two, grabbing Shuri by the back of her neck and kissing her forehead. “I’ll catch you later, cuz.” He then looked your way, and you prayed he could not see the nervous swallow that coursed down your throat. He was so tall and handsome.

And married.

“Stranger.”

You opened your mouth, but he was already gone.

You sighed. It was better than being ignored.

Shuri shook her head and motioned for you two to continue walking. “We’ll try again at dinner. Come, let me finish showing you around.”

All you could do was quietly agree as she pointed things out, things you probably should have paid more attention to, but you were stuck not only on the volatile argument but just the wonders that surrounded you.

You expected poverty, dire conditions, solemn conversations. You were experiencing the complete opposite.

“Now this is—”

“Die, traitor! Die!”

“Wakanda Forever!”

“Surrender!”

“Never!

Multiple voices filled your ears as you turned the corner of a hallway, only to be knocked flat on your ass seconds later, your purse emptying, the recently purchased bottle of hand sanitizer rolling away from your body.

“Asha!” Shuri shouted with her arms crossed. “You come back here and apologize!”

The little girl with white locs that cascaded down her back, turned her head to look back. You caught her bright blue eyes and gasped. You’d never seen such a beautiful contrast of color. Her milky chocolate complexion, those ocean eyes, the icy white hair. She was easily the most beautiful little girl you’d ever seen.

“I cannot, Aunt Shuri! I must escape!”

“Asha...” Shuri’s voice transitioned into one of unequivocal sternness as she helped you stand up. “Now.”

Asha groaned and stomped over, pouting, she muttered a quiet sorry.

“You know better—”

“Now, Azari and N’Yami are going to win without me.”

“Another game of capture, eh?” Shuri chuckled and pulled the child into her, kissing the top of her head. “Y/N, this is my niece, Princess Asha.”

This time, you were able to watch your facial expressions. The only thing you did was curtsy. “Your highness.”

When you looked up, you saw Asha and Shuri sharing confused expressions. You faltered with your next statement, only for Asha to interrupt.

“What are you doing?”

“We don’t do that here,” Shuri explained with a small smile.

You were thankful for your deep complexion. Had you been caucasian, your embarrassment would have given you away.

You awkwardly looked down. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re weird.”

“Asha!”

Shuri pinched her arm. The little princess scowled and grabbed the assaulted area. “Sorry.”

“Come, little one! We are off for another round.”

A new voice announced as three heads turned to the end of the hall where a group of kids stood amongst a giant. Wide, tall, and with muscles wrapping around bands of muscles, you swallowed again. You didn’t have to be close to see how attractive this man was.

Was every man in Wakanda sinfully handsome?

“Coming, Uncle M’Baku!” She looked up. “May I go now, Aunt Shuri?”

Shuri playfully sighed and motioned toward the other kids. “Go on.”

Without another word, she sprinted off, joining her friends before the group disappeared.

“Everyone is so busy today,” Shuri spoke with disappointment and crossed arms. “I planned to introduce you to the rest of the kids.”

You couldn’t help your interruption. “How many kids does the king have?”

“Four. Asha, N’Yami, and Azari, and Azzuri. Asha is the oldest. The other three are triplets.”

“My God,” you mumbled, then remembering that there were certainly more than three kids at the end of the hall. “And the others?”

“M’Baku’s kids. He was the tall man with them. He’s the leader of the Jabari tribe here. He and his wife Hawla have twelve children.”

Every segment of that sentence sent your eyebrows up in surprise. Yet, you retained more questions, especially after Shuri further explained how the tribes worked. She also mentioned introducing you to the leaders of this Jabari tribe.

It was a lot considering you hadn’t even been there for a whole hour.

“Come on, brother and sister should be in the training room.”

It wasn’t hard to figure that by brother, she meant King T’Challa, and by sister, Queen Ororo.

Where was that damn pen when you needed it?

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to disturb them.”

“Nonsense, they’re probably just training.”

“Training?”

“You’ll see.”

Shuri’s coyness didn’t help your nerves. While she seemed to enjoy the madness of the palace, it spiked your discomfort. You’d mentally prepared for almost everything except the madhouse that you were being introduced to.

“Do not let brother intimidate you. His bark is much worse than his bite.”

You found that very hard to believe. King T’Challa, also the Black Panther, had single handedly defeated every member of the Avengers on their own turf, yet you were supposed to believe that he was amenable?

“Really?”

Shuri snorted. “No, he’s an ass.” You gulped. “Sister has helped calm him down, though, that much, I can’t deny.”

You said nothing else as she brought you to double doors that opened without her moving. That’d happened more than a couple of times, yet you could never detect any sign of motion sensors. Another note was made.

You walked into a room where a wall of windows exposed a large area that resembled a training type arena.

“There they—”

“My wife controls the weather itself, while I am just a man.” You weren’t even paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth. All you could focus on was him. He was in the suit, muscles stretching against the fabric. He walked while he spoke, his gait that of a predator, a hunter, a king. “A man who has studied every fighting style in the world.”

Across the room, she rose into the sky, floating high above the ground. The winds whipped around her, her arms raised. Her eyes were completely white, her matching white hair floating from the mass of winds.

Storm

“If I have learned anything, it is that every punch can be blocked.” Seconds later, the queen flew toward him, aiming for a punch, but falling short as he easily moved to the side. “Every weapon can be countered.”

You saw his lips move, but whatever was said was not audible.

His next statement, however, was not.

“Right this moment, above our head, an unmanned drone sprays the cloud with a super-absorbent powdered polymer.” As he spoke, large bolts of lightning were directed toward him. Some hit his suit, but he dodged most of them. “Out on the Indian Ocean, a swarm of nanotech phytoplankton eat the heat from a burgeoning storm.” You noticed how the winds started to lessen in intensity and depth. “Microwaves shoot down from Wakandan satellites, reducing an onrushing snowstorm to a slightly cooling breeze.”

Storm’s brows furrowed as she looked at her hands. The white hues of her eyes were returning to normal, revealing the same blue eyes you’d seen in Asha.

“The winds? What just—”

“I’m sorry, my love,” King T’Challa interrupted. She looked over at him, lowering to the ground. “I just blocked your punch.”

“You….” Her jaw drop and speech faltered. “All this time, you’ve had a plan for how to defeat your own wife.”

The king spoke in a bored voice. “Please remember, my dear, I did not start this fight.”

“Neither will you finish it, my dear!”

Before he could reply, Storm struck him, sending him flying and landing on his ass. What started as a battle of abilities was now reduced to hand to hand combat. You watched in awe as these two incomparably powerful human beings battled each other. The fact that they were husband and wife, king and queen, mattered not even in the slightest.

They looked like two gladiators dueling to the death.

“Do—do they do this often?”

“Train?” Shuri looked at you. “All the time.”

You almost fainted. “This is how they train?”

“You bastard!” The strength of the thunder that emanated from Storm caused the entire building to shake while the lightning causes the lights to flicker.

Shuri sighed and shook her head. “I suppose you’ll have to meet them at dinner.”

“Dinner?” You coughed. “I couldn’t—I don’t want to impose.”

“Nonsense. We’d love to have you.” Shuri’s smile widened. “Then you can meet the whole family at once.”

You suddenly wondered how hard it was to get a flight out of Wakanda.

xXx

The room you’d been given, so beautiful and magnanimous, was now a disaster. Clothes were thrown about while shoes clustered the floor. Underneath your makeup, your face was red and patchy from the two looks you tried, hated, and scrubbed before settling on a simple smoky eye and blood red lip.

Every outfit you tried on seemed either too fancy or too casual. Then again, you’d never had dinner with a royal family, let alone a family of heroes.

You so badly wanted to find a way out of it, but Shuri, the seemingly only normal member of this family was hellbent on introducing you. You also had to factor in that you’d have to communicate with them at some point. You were there to interview them for god’s sake.

Two guards knocked on your door to escort you to the dining hall. You were a bit saddened at the fact that Shuri hadn’t come to bring you. You felt comfortable with her.

Imagine that. I need a teenager to walk me. What is this place doing to me?

As you walked down the hall, you sent up a quick prayer. The voices that were initially faint grew into loud and lucid. The double doors opened and revealed you to the room full of royals. You stood still as a statue.

“Y/N!” Shuri jumped from the table and jogged over. This dining room envied that of one on a college campus. “Welcome.” She smiled while standing in front of you. “You look wonderful.”

“Thank you.” You wanted to compliment her, but you could only focus on the pairs of eyes on you. Almost everyone was staring, but that wasn’t even what stood out the most. It was how they were looking.

Welcoming

“Y/N.” The queen was the first to speak, her smile wide and warm. You’d never seen such a beautiful person. Her white dress had a long split up the right side of her leg and the neckline dipped low, revealing her full breast. It was almost strange to think this was the same woman who viciously attacked her husband just a few hours ago. “It is a pleasure to have you here. We welcome you.”

“T-t-t-thank you, your highness.”

“Man, if you don’t call her RoRo,” Erik interjected. His wife, who stood next to him, slapped his arm.

“Ignore him. I’m Nareema.”

“My woman.” Erik’s hand sunk down to her ass, where he gave a soft slap.

“We welcome you to our home.” The tallest man stood, but not before helping the woman who sat next to him up. She rubbed her round stomach. “I am M’Baku, and this is my wife, Hawla.”

Ororo’s beauty was undeniable, but so were Hawla and Nareema. And the men…..

I wonder if everyone in Wakanda is as—

“Y/N.”

When he spoke, heads turned and ears tuned. He just commanded authority. Hands together and behind his back, he stared directly at you. His gaze nor tone of voice was as friendly as his wife, but you didn’t expect him to be welcoming you with open arms. You could only imagine what it took to even allow him to be willing to have you in his home. Around his family.

“I hope you are finding your visit well.”

“I-I am.” She quickly answered and then added, “your highness.”

“Oh please, don’t call him that,” Shuri corrected. “Brother’s ego is already big enough.”

“That is true,” Ororo chimed with a sly smile, looking at him out the corner of her eye. King T’Challa moved his hand to his wife’s and gave a soft squeeze and wink.

You retained a smile as they welcomed you to the table. When you asked about the kids, a chorus of groans erupted.

“They eat by themselves. We need our time away from those demons.”

“My children are warriors.”

“Your kids are bad as hell.”

“Erik!”

“I don’t know you talking, sis. Your kids even badder.”

“Mind your tongue, N’Jadaka.”

“Spark Jr. Sparky the Third, Sparky Spark, and Sparkle are all savages. I said what I said.” You brought the napkin to your mouth to hide your amused smile. “How the hell all four of they asses end up inheriting both ya’ll’s powers anyway? What kind of fucking ya’ll be doing?”

“Erik, must you be so vulgar?” Hawla complained.

“Aye, the little man speaks truth. How rare it is for all four to inherit such power.”

“Who the hell you calling little man, Mark Henry? This little man will beat the ruff ruff’s right out ya atomic dog ass.”

“N’Jadaka, please!”

“I told you he needed a muzzle.”

“That’s funny, cause I told cuz not to marry you.”

“Speak that way to my wife, again, N’Jadaka, and we shall see how well you can speak with your larynx severed.”

The calm delivery of King T’Challa’s threat sent chills down your spine, but they didn’t last.

“You wasn’t saying that when you was chillin at my crib last week talking about you were sick of her mood swings.”

If looks could kill, Erik and T’Challa would be on life support.

“You said what?”

“What was Ororo doing at our house? Where was I? Why did you not tell me this?”

“We will discuss this later.”

“No, we will discuss it now.”

“I do not answer to you, Ororo.”

“Oh, really?” She tilted her head to the side, staring at him, T’Challa kept their stare for a few more seconds when he grabbed at his throat. His fist banged on the table, causing the dishes to tremble from the intensity. You gasped. She was choking him.

“Here we go again,” Shuri mumbled, stabbing her fork into the plate. You looked around, Erik and Nareema were still arguing. She looked ready to cry. M’Baku and Hawla spoke quietly amongst themselves. You were flabbergasted. No one seemed the least bit concerned that the queen was trying to kill the king.

Again

“Damnit, Ororo!” King T’Challa finally spoke after quick, hearty coughs. “Damn you!”

“Would you like to tell me again you don’t answer to me?”

“This is what I am referring to. You are always so quick to anger!”

“Perhaps if my husband would not do things to make me angry, I would not be angry. Did that ever cross your miserable, self-centered brain?”

“You do hate me! I knew it!”

“Nareema, I don’t hate you!”

“Could we get another round of bread, please?”

“So, what is your family like?” Shuri suddenly asked in a bored tone. All you could do was look around. So much arguing, so many strange interactions, yet you were the only one who seemed bothered. And perhaps that was for a reason.

A good reason.

This was their norm, and despite how dysfunctional it appeared on the outside, it worked for them. And that was more than enough for you.

You’d just have to accept that this was just another day with the Udakus.’

#t'challa x reader #t'challa x oc #black panther imagine #black panther #black panther fanfiction #t'challa udaku #t'challa

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outphase · 6 years ago

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Some Disgaea 5 shit I never knew about until replaying on PC

I feel like now is the time for me to be really geeky about some of the things I learned that I didn't know back when I played on the PS4 version that probably would have saved me a lot of time. While many of these things are not relevant until post-game, it's still some nice nuggets of knowledge since Disgaea guides and wikias are (still) tragically anemic on some details.

1. Stats: Maxing and going beyond the max

The base stats for a character cap at 10 Million (sans HP which is higher) and requires reincarnation and mastering sub-classes. You can sort of shortcut this tedious grind by raising your characters with them holding raised flag (not applicable to monsters), stat-boosting evilities, Elite 4, and other skills that increase stat growth on level-up. You can get an additional 10 million from shards, extracts, Chara world bonuses, and stealing stats (thief only). If you want to go overkill, you can obtain Eclipse Power for an additional 10 million by maxing it takes fucking forever and it’s more of a novelty than a necessity unless you are REALLY itching to take on LoC Baal. Important thing to note: You CAN get up to 20 million in these stats with EP or Extract. Stat boosting evilities like Heavy Stance, Boorish Counter, Shaking Excitement, Mass Psyche, Greedy Disposition Ambush, Power of Bowls, etc. can increase your base stats, but this maxes out at 100% and caps your stats at 20 million. The boosts ignore stats increased from Extracts and the like. Summary:

Base: 10 million (20 million with boosts)

Extract: 10 million

Eclipse Power: 10 million

Total: 40 million without items equipped

2. Short-cuts to Maxing

As mentioned earlier, you can use other means to get to 10 million without mastering all classes. Elite 4, Raised Flag, level up stat-boosting evilities all help A LOT, but you still need a ton of classes mastered so don’t waste a ton of time with futile reincarnation grinding (like I did wwwww).

Starting off: Do NOT bother pursuing the stat boost panels or fighting enemies in chara world. It takes forever and you should use CW for Aptitudes, Weapon mastery skills and clear bonuses.

Fastest way to mastering classes is to get and then make duplicate scrolls of Career Master which doubles the rate of class mastery and Geo Blast, get difficulty to max, and then go into a R30 Carnage Item (Eclair is the easiest to obtain since it is available in the alchemy shop after unlocking CD), and go into the item looking for a floor with Geo Symbols. Blasting one under these conditions will guarantee instantly mastering the subclass in one shot. Blast all the symbols you can with as many characters as possible, and swoosh right out of there, change their subs, and repeat.

Stat boosting items: You’ll mainly want to get extracts since shards only raise one stat apiece. You NEED Megaphone equipped since you will be grinding hostages. Personally, as someone who currently only has one character that is barely above the 20 million base stat mark, I use Trial Room 4 LoC at rank 2 or 3. I use Big Bang raised to SS rank on the group with 2 or 3 Angel Song boosts and then use Afternoon Tea to use BB again. I can clear this room up to rank 10 but it involves a lot of setup that takes forever and sometimes takes two turns even with Multi-Attacker even with a default power Spiritual/Physical Gain and 3 allies with Angel Songs adjacent. If it takes more than one boost and afternoon tea even with 75% ATK boost, turn it down a rank. Continue until you can kill them turn one.

Other methods include Sandcano challenge, but it’s inefficient if you are simply grinding for extracts. Double Fake LoC farming is also an option but it takes fucking forever and requires a ton of setup (Sage for fragment collection, Revenge building for a lot of characters) and any survivors (bulkiest enemies are in the FAAAAR back) makes this a massive time sink. I do have some strats but I need to test them out first since it involves a shitload of setup and it would be silly to go into detail right now if everything I say is BS.

Subdue them, turn them into extract, and go to a random map, have a character with Licensed Caregiver (Maid evility) give the extract(s) to a group and boost their stats, repeat as necessary.

Will expand on more later.

#Disgaea 5

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