#fucking hate cops honestly; zero respect for most of them

[medicinemane]

You know, I'm never letting those fucking cops who parked their car with a lady in it on the train tracks and it got hit by a train live that down (thankfully she lived)

Anytime I see train tracks I tell whoever's with me that they need to pull over to the perfect parking spot, that they need to think like a cop

I will never stop making fun of them for it, not even because it's funny, but because fuck them, they were so stupid they nearly killed someone and it's only good fortune that saved her from them. I legitimately don't know how they manage to remember to breath while being that stupid

[vampirezogar]

My sister and I just binge watched Wednesday together and I have opinions! (Spoilers, probably)

Mostly decent mystery stuff. Fun cast. The dance was fun. I'm glad the girls hug at the end. Thing is the most thing thing has ever been. Seeing Gwendoline Christie stand next to Christina Ricci was very interesting since I am a tall with basically only short friends somehow. There's an actual cartoon monster in this live action show and I love it. Many occasions for one or more deranged girls to have blood on their faces and clothes. The pacing was quite good, I think. And I liked most of the costumes.

The rest was fucking weird if not kinda bad.

Young Gomez and Morticia were perfect but adult Gomez and Morticia were just.... Someone the fuck else, I guess. Gomez (aka just some guy) had absolutely zero creature energy and Morticia was just weird in a bad way? Idk who the fuck told Catherine Zeta Jones to do a Jennifer Coolidge impression for Morticia instead of just letting her be herself. It honestly would have made the script less terrible.

The messaging was uh... Also fucking weird. They. They thought it was a good idea to make a werewolf conversion therapy camp for werewolf kids who couldn't wolf out. HOW DO YOU GET THE WEREWOLF METAPHOR SO WRONG? IT IS ABOUT QUEER IDENTITY AND MENSTRUATION AND YOU MADE IT ABOUT ABUSIVE CONFORMITY??? ARE YOU STUPID?

Also a kid gets hardcore manipulated and taken advantage of and the show frames it like he's the bad guy? Very shitty.

You know that annoying trend where spinoffs and prequels try to give everything a backstory? The Addams Family Snap Snap ™️ now has a backstory. And it isn't just that they can hear the soundtrack to their life.

All cops are dad.

If a deliberately rainbow person got Wednesday Addams as their boarding school roommate in 2022 they would be so goddamn respectful of her gothness. One does not become a unicorn bitch in this era without being conscious of other subcultures.

The primary monster thing and the only werewolf we get to see transformed are the same fucking shape. Big L for the creature design department. Embarrassing.

"the outcasts" are bougie private school people in a one coffee shop town that still has pilgrim worship. Like the living history museum is cool as hell but they have a huge bronze statue of a pilgrim dude.

I'm not sure the writers know that all the characters are gay but obviously they are.

Uncle Fester more like Under Utilized.

Why do they have crystal balls to communicate? Why don't the other magical people have them? Why is Wednesday not having a phone and everyone goofing on her about it even in the show? Who is this for?

It's weird that the casual use of weird Central American stereotypes is a Gomez quality they chose to keep, considering they made him Mexican in this one.

Fester's electricity powers go way beyond turning on a lightbulb in his mouth and I don't... get it.

Edgar Allan Poe worship. Not appreciation of his being a weird and highly creaturous little guy while acknowledging his troubled life and unsavory choices. No, just actual worship.

"omg" and "she's just like an instagram filter" SHUT

Verdict: thanks I hate it

[misterbitches]

i had the misfortune of finally watching/getting through what happened in whatever episode where he gets raped so im gonna talk about it and tag it cos that's what a bitch fuckin feels like, got it? i do what i want aint no limit bad ass bitch aint never been timid. woopsie realized i got the nicknames confused oh well lmao

it's just logistically and plot wise like there's literal plot holes in this and i'm taking the production and set-up into account along with the actual content and development. im an ARTIST OKAY im jk i mean i am and i am pretentious and terrible but look. i didnt get that degree and im not in a house worth of debt for nothing ok. it's called writing on tumblr about my grievances of shows that dont matter and do not respect me as a fat black american woman either so it is my fault yet here i am.

anyway it was worse than i imagined and their talk after (with chengren) was even worse. that's what i mean about making the lines their own (the actors) bc teng teng sounded like a straight up motherfucking moron and im like

bECAUSE IT'S HIM EVEN THO IM LIKE WHAT THE FUCK DID U JUST SAY U STUPID BITCH? but then it's like awwww and they also care about his wellbeing obviously??? but no? but it's like ok still teng teng said it even if it's stupid because he is a character and charles puts that forth. the people that fail the most to do that are xing si's family but that's not the actors fault because it's the literal material. you're like wait what but you just said...?

so i know they have no script editors i guess i think i find this season ACTUALLY fascinating because of just how egregious it is. i also went back and watched history: obsessed which i thought i liked because of their chemistry even though god the production....but i tried rewatching it and i was like wow this is worse than i remembered and the production issues were even worse because some of the music was SO LOUD AND BAD HOLY FUCK and their whole rship isssssss a sight to behold lmao

so man i guess it really is the power of anson/charles. which is good cos we love to see it...sort of but also a lot.

i honestly....because i've been able to pay attn more to the aftermath of the rape going back and putting it into more context and focusing (just barely lmao) is hm even worse. the inconsistencies are insane. it's not even just about the act but the writers have zero idea where they are going because they have no interest in exploring it. but the way in which it happens is like fascinating. yong jie literally thinks he owns xing si and it doesn't matter if he was kissing him or not or asked for a kiss on the lips (which dude what the fuck? i'll get to that) because he was plied with "extremely strong drinks" and his mom knew about it....which girl congrats you're an accomplice to the rape of your son by your other son?

but first of all...the kissing thing. in what fucking world would he (xing si) want that unless he thought he (yong jie) was someone else. i can't say their attraction is evident because we are being lead by this team to think so; they create this false sense of sensuality already so to me that signifies that they never intended for them to have a bond as brothers. it just feels cheap and fucking lazy (which it is.) even if he did, which doesn't make sense considering the context THEY CONSTRUCTED, it wouldn't matter because he was so fucking drunk which.... at that point nothing is fun, you feel sick, who wants sex like that? does he not have whiskey dick? did they have a condom? was it not painful for him considering? even if this was something to easily get over like was the dick good? it couldn't have been. and then, on top of that, there's the fact that you can change your mind or whatever but also that people do get aroused in these situations bc it is human nature (that's if they can literally get aroused which if the drinks were allegedly sooooo strong that nigga would be out so....again like even practically here it doesnt add up. have these people ever been drunk? if not, write what you know girl. cos sometimes it's like i think some of u r trying to be cool when u dont have 2 b lmao)

so yong jie coming on to him previously may be seen as like push-and-pull but here's the thing. right after it happens (the rape and it's rape so call it that you'll be okay) xing si gets up and goes home and is terrified and upset. he acts like what we have seen or even felt after a violation. he's scared, clutching his bag, it's like...you know...decently coming off as truly distressing (the actor isn't bad at all and i like that he's dark. i just massively hate this for him but hey at least he can show some chops.) like honestly man that fucking sucks and hurts to see. if we've been there we feel it. or part of it is realizing belatedly what happened. a lot of times that drop in your stomach is the worst.

but somehow for some reason, to which i cannot understand, the three of them begin to talk as if xing si pressured him? which maybe i missed something and that is possible—dont feel like going back to look—but that also made no sense. like what kind of false memory is this? why would he think he wasn't willing? and if he thought yong jie wasn't and that he pressured him how does he remember like...anything about the sex?!?!??!? besides waking up and being with him. like i guess he felt yong jie's MASSIVE DONG imprint but ??!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!??!? MAKE IT MAKE SENSE!!!!!

god then the logic of the top/bottom thing is like i said i wasnt going to get into it but it's actually really funny. this whole thing was hilarious. honestly because I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANS. he could have totally raped him in that way but how did you get to this CONCLUSION FROM THAT??????? BY YOUR LOGIC THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS? IF HE IS THE BOTTOM AND PENETRATION IS THE ONLY FORM OF TRUE CONSUMMATION AND RAPE BECAUSE APPARENTLY, BASED ON ANATOMY, IF YOU HAVE A DICK IN UR BUTT UR A GIRL THEN HOW. DOES. THIS. MAKE. SENSE. AND THEN

AND THEN

AND THEN

AND THEN

this whole stupid conversation happens so we get to the conclusion that xing si violated him ok cool but that means that something is wrong. that is the CONCLUSION WE CAME TO A SECOND AGO?

also the other rapist is a villain and muren isn't in love with him so, once again, you're breaking the rules of your own world about acceptability which is why most of this is absolutely mind bogggglinG that iit's fuckign comical. like i actually when i can stomach it start laughing or my jaw is slack because it's so insulting as a viewer because there is like 0 logical followthrough.

because whatshisface barges in, kisses him in front of his friends without permission, then says whether you were willing or not which is hm. at that point how u gonna change that around but let's not bother with logic here. i am simply here to point out how this makes no sense according to the rules they set up even outside of the basic rule of life which is hm dont rape people maybe.

so now we know xing si was raped, they believe he was raped, he himself believes he was raped, and whatshisface literally says he doesn't care even if he was willing (he wasn't) so he admits to rape. i don't believe in the police and i hate them (BL industry needs the cops but dont get me down that road) but no one...thought to go?

because according to history 4 logic nothing matters so im sure if he went to the police you could handwave the homophobia since there's no actual context for anything besides their whimsy. but they dont want to do that because they aren't interested in an arc of growth; redemption isn't possible unless he is removed from the family but again no work on thinking this through or thinking about the victim's feelings. because gay sex? who fucking knows. supposedly progressive taiwanese writers of gay shit (like how supposedly progressive the world is. as in it is not and this behavior is the norm and bl perpetuates that) can't think of transformative justice?

and then they gave bad advice so we wont acknowledge that because teng teng doing anything wrong/stupid is frequent but hurts me and also that storyline is not real so i pretend they are not there outside of this post

so all of this is just straihgt up clownery now because it's fucking absurd like logically, practically, human-wise. the kissing thing is inconsequential but it was such a lazy cheap way out lmao cos they really wanted it to seem consensual but that's not how it works. on top of that their attraction makes no sense because whatshisface is just there. he is just there. he's nothing and no one so the sentiments are even more empty and on top of that he doesnt listen to a single request fucking obviously because the basis of their relationship is fucking rape so fucking listening and respecting his partner is not on his list of fucking priorities. he's literally so fucking annoying even without being a rapist it's like someone please beat his ass.

and then after all of that you want us to feel bad? with your horrible writing, poorly misplaced music, stupid costumes (those fucking SHOES THEY ARE HIDEOUS, AND MOST OF THIER CLOTHES DO NOT FIT IT'S LIKE WHY), questionable fucking editing. we're supposed to wnat them together? this sounds literally fucking crazy but bear with me lmao even with the rape they could at least have SOMETHING i mean like i cant believe im fucking saaying this. but like in addicted heroin which is fuckin tragic and awful at least there's a MODICUM of interest but honestly that show s a fucknig drag. idk they lookd good together? here we have 0. nothing. and it doesnt motivate. watching obsessed again i can see why i liked it in the beginning bc they have good chemistry but the acting and production adn like everything about it plus the rape-y vibes it's just too much. you need to pick one thing so if you're going to be a shit writer at least supplement it with something. this thing is nothing.

and even more nonsensical and what boggles my mind frankly out of all this is the mother's involvement and the father's final response. there are NO consequences? theyre all happy?

ok so lets go through this:

1. 2 boys grow up 2gether, one of the boys is fucking psycho, the mother knows but does nothing??????????????

2. one of the sons moves out so his father doesn't get a hint that's he's fucking gay. ok fine. he has 2 best friends, a job, an apt. he is fine.

3. aforementioned brother is obsessed with him for SOME REASON besides being crazy?

3.5 no one has done anything during him growing up to help him not be crazy?

4. mom says to husband who is their father also just in case we forget "im afraid he will lose his humanity"

4.5 again, do nothing. 0. just like oh man hes crazy. guess that's just our son ;)

4. who cares. plies him with alcohol purposefully to rape him. not even dubious (even though dubious is fucked and not okay or is just not. fucking real. these shows are contextless when they want to be or even movies or whatever so it's like largely not up to the task to understand complexity in human rships and then oversimplifies it constantly because that's what we do IRL. but people have fucking feelings you know and we realize when things don't feel good or right to us either very quickly after or having to process it. and once you're eyes are opened you may feel as something was fucking ripped away from you. for the modc couple this would be a very logical conclusion for the high schooler the thirty year old dated but again logic or feelings are up to their whimsy. no one cares bc everything can be counted as dubious so honestly it's a fucking stupid fucking topic like again why are we litigating what is and isnt consent when you could just like idk. read cues? consent? wait? not be a freak? like we all know what is proper human shit so even if we are watching this uncritically which u cant bc it's glaring and stupid it's just even more dumb) so it was honestly a rape plot like he literally planned it soooooooooo??!?!

5. aftermath of rape the victim is like literally fucking bereft and confused. and a rape victim. like that's what they are insinuating and what also he is to be clear.

6. boy tells him "idc if i raped u i luv u lmao"

7. mom ENCOURAGED THE BOY to get him drunk because her other son was too nice? she encouraged her adult son to rape her adult step-son (but her real son because she repeatedly says you are my son and the dad does too THEY GREW UP TOGETHER WHEN THE KID WAS IN AN IMPRESSIONABLE STATE) so THIS ALSO MAKES EVEN LESS MOTHERFUCKING SENSE

8. everyone finds out about his rape and he isnt mortified he's just concerned about himself being gay to his dad?????? except it's not really about his gayness bc now it's about his sudden love for his rapist brother? which? hm ok. understandable the dad is like wow i do not think i like this

9. dad knows all of it is fucked up, everyone does, knows the mother fucked up, knows he fucked up. doesnt like it because he is normal. so we know this is terrible? ok great so—

10. father says "i can't accept this...but i'm willing to give you my blessing" ok see here's the thing. when you write you have to think about the things you are putting on the page and what you have written previously. this quite literally made no sense how the fuck are you going to not accept them but give them your blessing? does this crew know what the fuck words are? i'm assuming they went to some sort of school to obtain jobs here bc there cannot be natural talent or experience. maybe most of them are rich. fuck i do not know but this also makes no sense. just the literal logic of it it's like fucking insane the whiplash.

10.5 apparently this father is also shitty. everyone here sucks and they are basically begging me to think xing si is a fucking idiot so i dont even want to look at him if he is an object he doesnt matter so now i want to kick him. thanks a lot you made the victim get absolutely fucking nothing

they KEEP PUSHING the brother thing it is so insane and it's liek GUYS WE GET IT WE UNDERSTAND THEYRE "RELATED" BUT NOT RELATED SO IT'S OK HE WAS "RAPED" BUT NOT RAPED but you're GOING BACK ON YOUR OWN RULES!!!!!!!!!! WE GET THAT THEY ARE BROTHERS!!! WE'RE OVER IT NOW BUT WHAT IS THIS WHEN WE ALREADY ESTABLISHED SOMETHING? I AM CONFUSION? they flip flop between my son, my brother my actual brother, and cannot fucking distinguish between love for your father and love for your romantic partner? so to me what i see is that the father wants to fuck the son. that's the conclusion i am garnering now considering nothing matters and his love for his "brother" is the same as his love for his dad lmao. they couldnt even do that in a way that made sense. like damn anybody can get anything. these ppl who are doing this have to be fucking rich and/or have connections.

also this guy sounds literally like a textbook abuser like he says constantly "im the best choice" is a rapist is awful holds capital (oh hees "saving" smh ur trapping her!!!!! RETIRE!!!!) also wears terrible shoes so i am like ur alllllllllLLLLL FUCKING CRAZY ur all literally crazy and then they are trying to set rules and boundaries in their fucking house like WHY ARE THEY LIVING TOGETHER EVEN? even tho oh my god they know he raped him and for some reason they are both allowing to live in the house but they dont want them to have sex??!?!?!??!??!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?! i get that this is their house but this is like at this point these ppl are writing anything and now whatshisface is acting like a 2 yr old again and we are supposed to find this cute? like it makes 0 sense why do u fucking care u literally encouraged ur son to rape him so they cant have consensual sex under your nose now and have to wait four years? this is coming from the son who couldnt wait until someone was sober enough to realize hes fucking psychotic and should be killed also the fact that they act like being 20 means u have no fucking brain like this kid is in med school supposedly how do we know like hes a liar and an idiot so. also wait do they mean undergrad? how are you in med school at 20? is he a genius? girl i dont care lmao i guess i missed that but it's not like it matters so whatever

even if we ignore the stupidity of the literal acts, the grossness of the content, the absolute inability to write coherently or even remotely in a way where we would even want to see them together which is like....u set it up at the beginning so he punches "the love his life's best friend" also holy fuck im sorry remember when he punches muren because xing si got too drunk. so i'm guessing whatshisface is that good of a bartender that he makes super strong drinks and gets xing si drunk but his alcohol is magical therefore it doesn't make him sick. his alcohol is the type that gets you drunk but somehow doesnt get to your liver even though that's how we get drunk but dont ask guys he's only in med school and a bartender so i think he knows best (seriously have the main writers had a day of fun in their lives? have they ever been drunk? are they toddlers? drunk babies could probably do better tho.) i get that he was also jealous but if this kid is SOOOOOO genius (he understands social cues lmao he has the cpacity to project onto his victim so im like miss me with the not understanding shit. go to a fucking therapist like seriously did no one care abt this kid? his mother thinks he's like almost a goddamn murderer. how is she not dead? how are they all not dead? how do any of them know how to drive with this type of brain?) then he would understand that they are very clearly friends since he watched them part in a very platonic way and since he apparently knows what love is cos he thinks....he can....make someone fall in love with him bc he loves them? again, i wouldnt know hes 20 and taiwanese and im 29 and black from AMERICA so im WESTERN* so you know. different life experiences i guess XD

even if we do mental gymnastics to get it to a place where they "had sex" and he didnt rape him there's 0 ZERO ZERO ZERO ZERO ties to the literal story they wrote and the rules they set up. i'm going ot assume they dont know wtf theyre doing and i know for a fact we all care more about their dumb show than they do but it's actually startling how piss poor this is it's like idek what to compare it to. the continuity is awful awful awful they needed a script supervisor majorly and they are making bank and are going to make fucking bank fof this shit. and itll just continue like that until IRL material changes and that's facilitated by these very same groups they choose to profit off of and exploit by propelling it into the mainstream and litigating homosexuality through capitalism. and i'm being specific with homosexuality. i dont want a GL market like at all and i know why we wouldnt have it either and that has everything to do with the nature of BL, capitalism, coercion, and the fanbase being young girls and women. i don't think in this day and age we can safely say all the fans are straight; i'm sure a majority but many women or people on the gender spectrum and sexuality spectrum also consume it. frankly, it's possible the women who write it could be or something too. i dont rly believe any1 is str8 lmao but im just saying it's not out of the realm of possibility. but it isnt about that at all. that's why we wont see "good" female characters (like well written) often that's why we won't see trans women or kathoeys or fat people or black asians in it. a lot of it is is a choice we participate in whatever. but holy fuck dude u could at least respect the audience's fucking intelligence. i'm talking about everything i think that is encapsulated in the project but it's even more jarring and worse because it's so insanely inconsistent and poorly done. like how we jump from one conclusion to another is wild to me. even their first "night together" and he wakes up im like girl....u no ur ass felt it. this nigga broke into his house and was like "im gonna have u" like it's getting weird

just make xing si suffer offscreen not us the stupidity is staggering, mind blowing, hilarious.

how wong kar wai, a straight man from HK (or at least married to a woman), or barry jenkins, a striahgt black man, write/do stories well about people they wouldnt knw about their experiences directly is....well thinking like using their brains and like knowing all types of people? the man who co-wrote moonlight is a hOMOSEXUAL, leslie cheung was fucking gay or queer (and he committed suicide and that's important also RIP homie) both are hailed as queer cinema like WKW wanted to do something else and invested time into it, changed the way he played around with structure, moved away from his crime oriented stuff. he THOUGHT about it and this film is about their reality. it's a harsh film, idk how i feel about it (but my fav movies of his are the crime ones or the messy ones where it's clear he didnt write a script lmao fallen angels is one of my fav movies its' abt assassins kinda) but i know it means something. and he didnt like what HK had previously wasnt enough. it is not the only cinema that should be shown since it's such a stark reality and depressing but it is a real depiction so we can have all sorts of stuff. no this isnt WKW level or moonlight level but i know for a fact these people think they are doing something because artists always do i say this as one and someone who is equally as useless. you're making a statement.

i also hate the westerner component of peoples analyses. first of all dont do cultural relativism. we can critique and respect. but second of all how are we going to keep saying "dont put western ideals on this" when that is what is happening anyway because that's part and parcel for soft power and capitalism. how about taiwan's history with the KMT? what about the regimes young people fought about? aided by US imperialism which permeates through society and affects material conditions, views, democracy, identity and that goes into culture and media. hm? what about that? is that reality too fucking western for people? that we are doing the same thing again now? is that okay to talk about or is that only on your time?

then there's the argument that this is just entertainment. yea no shit but the thing is if we r gonna talk about marginalized groups and watch bc of marginalized groups and then be expected to identify then i dont see why i cant put this in context. even if it wasnt fucking serious we'd still judge it. but it's so pompous and again like i wouldnt say EYE think it's art but it is "art" in the literal sense and no self respecting artist would ever go "man this means nothing." of course im not sure if they do respect themselves so hey but u cant just go oh man it's entertainment when it literally rests on the fact that HOMOS are MARGINALIZED. it literally rests on the fact that WOMEN ARE OBJECTS. you either want progress or you dont. i dont understand being so demanding but not beign specific in the demands and not trying to use your brain. if you dont want to use your brain don't. but if you are looking , engaging, and keep making these arguments or telling ppl it doesnt matter whilst complaining about how much others care is hypocritical at best, willfully obtuse at worst. both bad. :)

(also all this + another thing; it is insulting to have this like wedding happen based off of this stupid relationship when people fought so hard and had to push it. now they can use the material conditions to their advantage but it's so ridiculous. also because there is difficulty still in getting married in taiwan i'm honestly like....the boldness of the writers...)

[revasnaslan]

6, 7, 22, 23?

6. Which squadmates introduced in ME2 would you have most liked to see return as squadmates in ME3?

ohhhhhh um... that's a good question 🤔🤔 like this is kind of difficult to answer because there's a few companions i think would have worked, thematically, such as miranda. i don't think i've spoken about this in detail before, but during my last playthrough, i was kind of struck by how her interest in horizon leads to that entire mission feeling more like a loyalty mission of a character who should have been a companion. but she's just not really included in the roster and it feels like a missed opportunity??

my self indulgent answer is thane 😔😔 although i mostly wish he hadn't gotten shafted by the writers so bad, i would've also taken him as a squadmate because I Heart Him and it would've been interesting to see how he was dealing with all the shit going down in the galaxy. or maybe examine his trauma and the compact, give my boy kolyat some actual screentime........ and it's not even like you can use the excuse that oh he couldn't have been recruited until after the coup because both tali and kaidan/ashley can't be recruited until after then either???

7. You can undo three canon deaths in the series. Which ones do you pick, and why? What futures do you see for these characters in the version of canon where they lived?

1. Mordin - this is a wholly self indulgent answer because thematically his death works just fine, but i am attached to him and his death is the only time i actually got choked up playing these games. i understand that he dies fixing what he broke, but i do kind of wish he had gotten to live to see the krogan flourish again... idk what he'd do honestly, but his friendship with eve is very cute, so i think it'd be interesting to see how they interact now that the genophage is cured.

2. Thane - again, i don't actually have a problem with him dying, because he was kind of terminally ill from a chronic illness and i think magically fixing him is kind of a cop out, but i do think the way his death in canon was framed is kind of cheap :/ i would prefer it if he lived and we got to see him and kolyat continue to work on their relationship and heal from what's happened to them... and maybe take on the compact *cough*

3. Virmire Victim - okay so this is based on a plot bunny that my friend mae and i were throwing around about how interesting it would've been if they had brought the squadmate who died on virmire back from the dead to serve as a kind of winter soldier-esque assassin in 3. like loyal to cerberus, brainwashed, doesn't really recognize shepard but kind of feels familiarity to them. and you wouldn't know who this assassin was until the coup, when it's revealed that they're the squadmate you left behind on virmire. it has so much potential for shepard having another opportunity to do right by them, possibly save them from mr illusive. and you can't even say that cerberus couldn't do it because they literally brought shepard back from the dead Let's Fucking Go!!!

22. If the games had allowed you to choose which squadmates you were close with, which squadmate (not counting your love interest) would you have established as your Shepard's best friend?

so, answering for my girl hester. her best friend (even before garrus, who is her romance) is actually thane. they really click and i kind of have joked before that they're kind of like that one meme from scrubs and garrus is just off to the side being like Maybe Someday She'll Love Me Like That because they're just really close. i've kind of been playing around with the idea that drell have a very nuanced view on soulmates that includes completely platonic ones because from what thane says about their beliefs, they place a lot of emphasis on the soul and body, so the idea that they believe souls come together for different reasons and may be drawn together because of that is very intriguing to me.

he's there for her following grunt's adulthood rite because she goes into shock afterwards due to Trauma As A Sole Survivor. she specifically requests his presence from my mshep nic who was the other squadmate to go along. he still calls her siha, too, even though there's no romance between them (and zero inclination either, they're actually kind of annoyed whenever someone mistakes them for a couple), because i do not think there is a single name he could call her that would showcase the respect he has for her more.

23. What's one piece of character or species lore that never made sense to you? How would you fix it?

the genophage being treated as a Woman Problem. it really reminds me of good ol' henry eight, and how he blamed his wives for being unable to produce heirs, even though it's much more likely that he was the problem given his myriad of health issues (especially towards the end of his life). i make this comparison because it is never suggested in game that the the krogan men might have sperm issues. maybe the genophage makes some women incapable of ovulating or has something to do with the strength of shells, but i highly doubt that only the women are affected by this. plenty of krogan men likely don't have viable sperm (either they have lazy swimmers or their sperm is just completely inert), which is yknow, kind of important since that's also a zygote that's necessary for conception. so to frame the genophage like it's solely the "fault" of the women is really fucking stupid and i hate it (:

[letbenfuck2021]

I'm soo conflicted about S2! Personally I only truly enjoyed Klaus and Allison storyline. I love Ellen Page usually but some scenes I found so boring I liked Sissy more than her. They really did Vanya dirty and I hate it so much. Partly I'm happy peolpe liked S2 so we can maybe have a S3 and hopefully give her a better arc but still

I....I think that it was the least integrated anon and removed from the story with Luther’s coming in a close second but his independent story fell off pretty quickly and integrates with the main storyline. But the problem of it being separate from the main apocalypse story would have felt less so if it had been written more strongly and the writers had given it the time it deserved rather than relying on out-dated tropes and storylines. I think TUA often likes to brand itself as being innovative and certainly there are some aspects of it that are very....weird and maybe even fresh but their story/character arc choices aren’t one of them.

I feel like I always harp on this but the character writing in TUA is bad. I think the character/character arc writing was at its height in the first three eps of season 1 where characters had clear motivations and solid characterizations. As the season went on the character writing kind of just got worse. See, characters need to make sense. TUA is a...fantasy/scifi...mishmash of a genre fictive work, that means that they can pull shit like season two’s final twist where they bend the rules they’ve established for time travel but what is less flexible is character writing because for a show like TUA that would be its grounding element. But honestly, it feels as though the writers this season somehow....forgot? about everyone’s character arcs from last season and opted to just have everyone play out the same character crisis as last season? I think the only ppl who’s character arc carried over was maaaaaaaybe....Luther and Allison? but....the decision for Allison to not use her powers anymore happened off-screen in S1 and she ended up using it again anyway, same for this season.....Luther....kiiiiind of has some growth but it happens so suddenly and also off-screen that it’s kind of....hollow.

TUA writers seem to rely A LOT on off-screen character growth or instant character growth. take Klaus and Ben’s relationship at the end of S2. In S1, we are given their dynamic. It's pretty run of the mill, a sort of...play on the buddy cop duo trope. Ben is a mostly responsible and level-headed person who has been chained to an eternal child with self-destructive tendencies. They constantly antagonize one another though they seem to care about each other to some extent but this doesn’t really change in S2. Up until Ben’s departure, Klaus continues to antagonize Ben and insult him and Ben continues to have zero respect for Klaus and his choices and criticize him for his actions. They never really reconcile or change by the time they depart so when Klaus asks Vanya about Ben in the car, the narrative tries to frame it as though its a big emotional moment when just a little while ago they were still throwing petty insults and comments at each other. It doesn’t make sense. It is an unearned emotional beat that rings as....well untrue. The flashback that they had given us that same ep doesn’t really help either because it comes too late and therefore had ZERO effect on the pair’s dynamic throughout their entire relationship. This is poor, unsatisfying writing.

And I could go on for ages about why Vanya’s arc just....really doesn’t work this season. yeah yeah, I know everyone loooooves this new, not-sad Vanya but it is wholly unsatisfying the way she got to that point. It happens instantly. She didn’t grow, she didn’t change. She was brain-damaged and magically all her problems are gone (also I could go on for ages about why this doesn’t work either. trauma lives not just in the brain but in the body. read “the body keeps the score”. its a great book and a very informative read and anyone who wants to write characters who have trauma should read that book). This isn’t growth. It’s an erasure. And some can argue that Vanya is more entertaining now that she’s not bogged down by her trauma and abuse but to that I say 1) fuck you but also 2) she may be more entertaining but she is rendered almost inert this season. There’s no way for her to really continue on her S1 storyline and she isn’t really allotted the time needed to create a new arc for her. Naturally, the arc that should have been hers should have been her figuring out her place within the family. Had her memories survived throughout the season (though they hardly seemed to make a difference once she DID get them back, she showed no fear of using her powers despite remembering that she killed the whole world a few days ago, no hesitance or shame towards her siblings who were complicit in her abuse and oppression but whom she had hurt immensely, why even give her memories back? now they have reset her arc AGAIN!!) this arc would have worked nicely into continuing her S1 arc. Her place in the academy was...arguably the most stable out of all the sibs. Where they all seemed to have vied for the top-dog position, Vanya’s placement rested permanently at the bottom but now that this has been disrupted, there’s a lot of reevaluation that has to be had. But! I digress because this was not Vanya’s arc. Her arc (if you can call it that) was...once again divorced from the main storyline until the end YET AGAIN!

Season 2 was....highly frustrating for me. It seemed to have a higher budget which means the sets were better, the action more elaborate, and it is honestly a beautiful show but the show did very little to improve its issues with storytelling and its writing and that was a real bummer because I am in the extremely bad and unfortunate habit of liking good stories.

Anyway anon, I have gone on FAAAAAR too long and this is a HUGE fucking reply but I hope that at least I didn’t bore you. Have a good one and thanks for the ask <3

[freelancerfeels]

Damn, an original post? On this blog? Is this real life?? Thoughts on Zero below, there are some spoilers so be warned. This was meant to be my attempt at a critique but honestly it just turned into a long winded rant full of stuff other people have probably complained about already. I apologize in advance for the overall negative tone, but after watching the first 2 episodes twice I’m a little disheartened at the moment.

Alright, so I guess the good things first? The warthog racing scene aside, the visuals are pretty good! The fight scenes, especially involving the villains look impressive. The characters movements are smooth, the physics don’t seem too wild (depending on how you feel about teleportation); so overall I like it.  It’s good to see Wash and Lina again, it seems like the former made a full recovery despite his injuries which I’m a big fan of. Shotgun wielding Carolina in Ep 1 is certified BDE, and my boy copped a sweet promotion to Major in the offseason. So far I’m enjoying our antagonists; they look fuggin sweet, the dynamic between Phase and Diesel is amusing, and Zero gives off a mysterious leader vibe I can get behind. I’m sorry to say that’s about where it ends for me though. I have a laundry list of complaints so if you’re not interested in that I would stop reading here.  

I’m fairly indifferent towards Shatter Squad. The rivalry between East and One just feels like Carolina and Tex all over again, only with less animosity. Axel is the cliche team dad, Raymond is the awkward yet-to-prove-himself rookie, and West is the gritty, battle hardened team leader who doesn’t take any lip but cares deep down blah blah blah. It honestly feels like the writers have forgotten what made RvB so good in the first place. The first five seasons were literally just some idiots fucking around in a canyon with the occasionally plot line thrown in. It wasn’t the most visually impressive thing, but the characters were endearing and that made up for it.  The new cast just feels kind of cheesy and stereotypical, maybe that’s just me though.

Some of things I really hate? How about Wash immediately getting fucked up, tortured, and kidnapped. The poor dude literally just got over a TBI from the last season and they’re already using his suffering to advance the plot again. I’m really worried that we’re going to see either him or Lina get killed off and that would just wreck me. How about the complete absence of the Reds and Blues? I understand that some of the VA’s are gone and the others are busy running the company, but at least mention them. They’re the reason the show has made it this far; to just completely ignore them, especially after the character development Donut went through in S17, is mind boggling. There’s also not even a single whisper about Locus, Kimball, Dylan Andrews, Jax, or the cosmic powers we’ve just spent multiple seasons getting to know. They had so many options to bring back characters people really liked and they just dropped the ball. Like where the fuck is Huggins???

 Another thing that bothers me is the seemingly complete departure from the Halo universe. Have we just completely forgotten about the UNSC? You know, that one organization that PFL and Charon Industries were specifically shown as having ties to for like 11 seasons. What the fuck is AOD? At what point were Wash and Lina recruited into this new super secret squirrel program? There’s no continuity from previous seasons, which is fine if you want to take the show in a new direction, but then why use 2 characters who have been around for the past 12 and 9 seasons respectively? There’s armor, monsters, and weapons that have never existed in the Halo universe suddenly appearing from thin air. For some reason Agent East is able to move at inhuman speeds, not from armor enhancements like Carolina, but due to some unspecified experiments performed on her by some unmentioned till now organization only known as Starlight Laboratories. The  disregard for previously established canon details is just aggravating, and the way they just dumped these new things on us without any explanation feels cheap.

My last gripe for today is about the appearance and movements of the characters when they’re not fighting. The head movements when speaking are stilted and jerky, which didn’t seem to be an issue in previous seasons. One would think that with the fluidity of the fight scenes two characters simply chatting wouldn’t look so stiff and unnatural. The shadows and saturation in some scenes (warthog race) just look awful as well. Not to mention the appearance of the regular “soldiers” in the first episode. ACU-esque digital camouflages were out of style in the 2000′s, let alone the 2500′s.The voice acting also doesn’t really do it for me either, especially for Shatter Squad. In their defense, even Shannon and Jen seem a little off this season. The only characters I’ve enjoyed listening to so far have been Phase and Zero, the rest just don’t seem to mesh with their characters. 

To close this massive bitchfest I guess I’d just like to say it doesn’t feel like RvB anymore. Maybe it’s because RT has grown into such a giant soulless shell of what it once was. Maybe it’s because the people in charge of the show have forgotten where it’s come from and what we as fans enjoyed about it. Maybe it’s because all good things must eventually come to an end. Or maybe it’s just because I’m jaded.  What I do know is that I miss the Reds and Blues, I miss the dynamics that have been established over the past 17 seasons, and I miss how Wash and Lina had become members of their fucked up little family. Part of me wishes they had just pulled the plug and given all of them a happy ending in S17. I’d like to believe that the issue here is just me being cynical about the show going a direction I don’t agree with and that things will get better. At the end of the day, I’m just one salty person behind a keyboard and I hope that you guys are enjoying this season more than I am. 

Also, I still miss CT.

[tessxomarie]

Saving You - Part III

*Hello loves! This is Part III, we get to meet Kendra and read a little bit into more of Leah’s backstory. Bear with me here, I promise all of the details mentioned have meaning in future parts! For now, enjoy!*

A few hours pass by since I left the clubhouse. As soon as I got home, I showered and changed into a pair of old raggedy pajama shorts and an old Chicago Cubs t-shirt. Chicago is where I’m originally from, at least that’s where I was born and raised until I was 5.

I hear a knock at my door, and sure enough it’s my girl Kenz.

I open the door and let her in and give her a weird look as she has a key to my place.

“My hands are full, I couldn’t reach for my key.” She says laughing, and then I look down and see she has a million bags.

“What the hell did you bring?” I ask eagerly as she passes by me and into my home.

She plops one bag on the couch and takes everything else into the kitchen. “Well, my overnight bag for one because I plan on getting wine drunk and I ain’t going anywhere. Secondly, I had to stop and get our favorite men – Ben & Jerry, and I also picked up some stuff to make tacos, because you know I’m Mexican and I can make tacos in my sleep.” She explains as she places all of the items on my kitchen table.

I cannot stop laughing because Kendra always makes me laugh. It’s just her personality, she rarely takes anything seriously. She is the literal definition of zero fucks given, but the girl demands respect. She was one of my first friends I made in nursing school. Actually, she was my only friend I had made at that point, and by the grace of God we were able to come up through the ranks together. Kendra has been my side through a lot of shit. She’s had her fair share of family shit and guy drama, but she’s always been there for me – no questions asked.

“I was just going to order us a pizza.” I say, staring in awe at the groceries she has brought over.

“Well, think of it this way – you save some money on food tonight and you can repay me by holding my hair back when I hug the toilet later.”

“That’s fair.” I reply, and we shake on it.

Kendra takes over my kitchen as she preps the tacos, and I assist. We have our usual girl talk banter, because even at 26, we still act like teenagers.

“So, did you go to the club today?” She asks.

“Yup. They called before I was even walking out of the clinic.” I say as I dice up some onions.

“EZ and Angel?” She asks without missing a beat.

“EZ and Angel.” I repeat and nod.

Kendra, although she has no direct blood ties to the club, she is still clued in on myconnections – she knows everything, it was part of the deal Marcus and I worked out.

“Who started it this time?” She asks as she seasons the meat in the pan.

“I honestly don’t even know, EZ had a nasty cut on his face but Angel took a nasty beating as well.”

Kendra just rolls her eyes as she knows how immature this whole ordeal is.

“Did Angel thank you this time?” She asks even though she already knows the answer to that. I stop dicing the onions and stare at her with my “really?” face.

She puts her hands up and says “You know, I was kinda hoping for a miracle. You’d think after cleaning up his messes for the fourth time in a month, a ‘thank you’ would accidentally escape his lips as if he truly is thankful for someone who gives a damn.”

I let out a sarcastic laugh, “I’m just doing my job because it’s what I do for the club. They save my ass when I need them too, and I save theirs.” I say pouring all the veggies together in one big mixing bowl.

“When have they had to save your ass, Lee?” Kendra asks with a quirked brow.

Before I can even respond, she answers for me “exactly, they haven’t. You’ve held up your end of the deal, the least Angel can do is fucking say thank you – he’s such an asshole.”

One would think that after all of the disrespect Angel has thrown my way these last eight months, I wouldn’t give him a thought after I fix him up. It’s hard to explain, but he’s like a puzzle to me and I highly dislike how I cannot figure it out. He doesn’t go out of his way to bully me or anything, it’s nothing like that. It’s just, he doesn’t really care to acknowledge my existence whenever I’m around, and he’s the only member to do so.

Kendra lets out a chuckle, “Okay enough MC talk, let’s eat like the hangry fat girls we are.”

We end up laughing most of the night, stuffing our faces with tacos and wine, oh and catching up on some trash tv.

“How does someone let a so-called doctor inject cement into their face?!” I exclaim and look at Kendra with a major what the royal fuck face as we watch an episode of Botched on E!

“It’s like a nasty car wreck out on the 405, I don’t want to look but I can’t stop staring. Look at their cheeks, like legit cement is in there. How? Why? But like seriously why are we watching this? Isn’t there some cheesy romcom we can watch?” Kendra suggests as she snatches the remote from my hand.

“Bad Moms, perfect.” She says as she tosses the remote on the other side of my sectional.

I take another sip of my wine and tilt my head back, simply enjoying this moment – a quiet night in with my best friend.

“We’re going to be cool moms like these bitches. Right?” Kendra asks as she takes a bite out of a cookie that came out of nowhere.

“Cool moms are the only options, babe.” I answer, and we clink our glasses.

“I know you and I both got shit on in the mom department, but I really don’t want that to hang over our heads when we have kids. Like, if I see you slipping up, I will go full hoodrat Kendra on you.” She announces, and let me just say, hoodrat Kendra is a real thing.

“I promise, I’m not going to be like Briana. I can’t be. Also, if I see you being a shit mom, I’ll first smack you into next week, and if you don’t respond to that, I’ll just use my 1-800-MC card.” I say with a big smirk.

“You chicken shit, you rather call Marcus or Samcro than kick my ass?”

“Kenz, we all know you could kick my ass twice and your own ass at the same time.” I admit, and that’s the full on truth. I’ve seen Kendra scrap before, and I think everyone around Kenz should want her to be on their team.

“I’m so glad you know the true me, it will only continue to benefit you my young one.” Kendra tells me as she reaches out and touches my shoulder in a gentle way but it’s with full sarcasm.

“Okay real talk, what is the weekend plan Aleeah Starr?” Kendra asks while opening up her calendar app on her phone.

“Middle name? Really?” I say with a look, my look of ‘was that necessary?’

“Hoodrat Kenz can come out to play if you’d like.” She replies with a smile.

I laugh and eye roll, “Okay then, Kendra Sofia…” I say to her with an evil eye as I open up my calendar.

“Hmm, I’m off this weekend, all I have going on is Tessa’s birthday party on Sunday. Would you like to come?” I ask.

“Eva already called me and said she’ll see me Sunday.” Kendra says with a nervous expression on her face.

I give her a funny look, questioning why she looks like that.

“Aside from my Abuela Natalia, Eva fucking terrifies me – you just don’t say no to her.” She says deadpan.

I laugh, “A-freaking-men”.

Eva, she’s a true bad-ass. She and Marcus, I think they’re still married? They’ve spent more time apart than together in recent years, but they both love each other tremendously.

“Okay, so Sunday we can drive up together. Do you want to drive together tomorrow and go visit your dad?” Kendra asks.

I let out a big sigh, and I give her another look as Kendra knows my feelings about this subject.

“Why do you ask me this every weekend?” I plead.

“Lee, he’s still your dad. Prison jumpsuit and all, he’s still your dad and he still loves you.”

“I haven’t seen him in a while.” I confess.

Kendra nods, “I know, that’s why I asked if you want to go.”

“I don’t know Kenz, I just feel the older I get and the longer he’s in there, that Father/Daughter connection dies each day. He doesn’t even want to see me half the time.”

“He just hates the situation he’s in, babes. He got a shit deal, but we both know you’re still the light of his life.”

I rub my eyes, trying to keep it together yet again.

“I just don’t know how I would feel going up there now, especially when I’ve dealt with so much shit from the club. I don’t need anyone on the inside seeing me talk to my cop father turned inmate. That’s just asking for me to get someone killed or get myself killed.”

“Aleeah Starr Parker.” Kendra says with her eyes rolling, and I am deeply confused.

“What?”

“Are you so exhausted that you forgot who is even protecting your dad?” Kendra asks, and I palm my face.

“No, I didn’t forget…well maybe for a second.” I admit.

“Lorenzo has Jesse’s back, okay? Our dads are prison buds! How poetic is that?” She says as she pulls me in for a cheesy hug.

I give off a look of disgust, because Kendra is never this touchy feely. But my facial expression does not stop Kenz from continuing on.

“Oh, stop that, give your best friend a hug and smile. Hell, could you even bother to laugh? Come on, if we can’t laugh that our fathers are both in prison, our moms are both dead due to their stupid choices, we would be miserable unsuccessful sluts working on a pole for a living.”

Kendra has a big grin on her face, and she keeps giving me the famous Kendra look – the one where it always makes me smile because she knows how to make me smile; that’s what a best friend is for.

I do end up laughing, quite a bit.

“Thanks for making me laugh, I needed it.” I say looking at Kendra with a puppy dog face, because I am on the verge of tears – it’s been a chaotic week, ending it with the cherry on top that is the Mayans MC. And wine always has me feeling some type of way.

“My little Lee-Lee, come here, give me another hug.” Kendra says as she pulls me in for a hug.

“Okay, time to refill. We are finishing this second bottle and then we are going to sleep like precious babies.” She says as she stands up from the couch and heads to my kitchen.

As Kendra heads to the kitchen, I look down at my wrist and I start snapping my pony-tail holder. It takes me a moment to realize what I’ve even doing or why I’m doing it.

“Breathe, Leah. Just breathe.” I whisper to myself.

“I’ll be okay, just breathe.”

[thebluejayawe]

37 for 37+63 pretty please from the winter prompts

Here you go lovely :)

“Hey congrats man.”

Patrice blinks at Pasta. “Uh- Thanks? But for what?”

David just laughs. “I mean I figured it’d been going on for a while, but damn Bergy, how’d he talk you into coming out with a christmas card?”

Can also be read here.

The door to Patrice’s apartment nearly loses its hinges as Brad bursts his way through it, waving something in his hand and carry a backpack. “You’re helping me!” He yells from the kitchen.

Patrice just sighs from where he sits on the couch. On his TV screen he watches as a Mike evades the cops in the very first episode of Suits. “Hey Brad, come on in. How are you doing? Oh that’s good. I’m pretty great by the way, thanks for asking. No I’m not exhausted, why would you say that? Sure make yourself at him.” He says dryly, and rolls his shoulders back.

Marchy waltzes into the living room and drops himself onto the couch. He shoves a plate into Patrice’s lap and puts two glasses of water on the small coffee table. “Here, you should eat.”

“How do you know I haven’t already?” Bergy mumbles, even as he starts attempting to pick up the hastily made sandwich.

“Because it’s our off day and since you haven’t showered or shaved or gotten dressed yet despite it being three in the afternoon, so you probably didn’t eat breakfast until like ten. And you weren’t planning on eating again until like six.”

And, well- that’s fair, he supposes. (It’s not that he wasn’t planning on it, it’s just it’s off day, and he was so happy to stay on the couch in his pajamas and watch Suits from the beginning while napping intermittently. And the kitchen is far away and he was comfortable. Sue him.)

“Wat’ev’r.” He mumbles around a mouthful, watching as Brad pulls a laptop out of his bad and starts fiddling with the thing. “What are we doing? Did something happen?” It certainly wouldn’t be the first time he’s been kept out of the loop of some major development in hockey. A lot can happen in a few hours. He eyes his phone warily, but the device remains unaffected where it sits on the side table.

Marchy just waves his hand. He takes another bite of his sandwich and leans forward to watch the screen over Brads shoulder. He makes a surprised noise when his liney pulls up some website for pictures. Or something. Cards?

“What are we-”

“Me and you.” Brad smiles at him, that wide cheeky one that has Patrice eyeing him suspiciously.

“Me and you.” He repeats skeptically, then feels his eyes widen when Brad clicks the mouse a few times and pulls up a new page. “Absolutely not.” He shakes his head vehemently. “No chance.”

Marchy pouts. “Oh come on Bergy!!! This is perfect! You hate doing Christmas cards, I hate doing Christmas cards, both our moms will murder us if we don’t send them out. This is the best solution. Me and you sit our asses down and knock out one universal Christmas card, order some chinese food, and then we’re done.”

Patrice opens his mouth to protest and then closes it again.

It’s not…the worst argument. Plus he’ll get to spend the day with Brad, which is much better than being alone. Or being with most other people. Really Brad is like…his favorite person at the moment.

Who is he kidding. Brad’s been his favorite person to hang out with for years now. It’s kinda how the best friends thing goes.

“God damn it.” He mutters, and Marchy lights up.

“Awesome!” He drops the laptop down and vaults over the back of the couch and runs to Patrice’s junk room. “Where do you keep all your pictures?”

Bergy just stares down at his half eaten sandwich and tries to ignore how hard he’s smiling.

……

*

His mom texts him in December, and he calls her back despite the fact that he’s about to get on a plane.

“Hey Mom.”

“Patrice! I’m so proud of you honey!” He feels himself smile wryly at himself, and switches to french to answer.

“So you got the card?”

“Of course! I knew it would only take a few dozen years of threatening to castrate you before you’d get it through your head.”

He sighs. The bus is slowing to a stop. “Only a dozen. But um…what did you mean? In your text.”

His mom huffs impatiently like she does when she thinks Patrice should understand something he doesn’t. “I thought it was pretty clear, Patrice. Make sure we get to see Brad this year! I’ve missed that boy.”

“Mom you’ve met him once, and for like five minutes-”

“Four times, actually.”

Patrice sits forward in his seat. “Have you been counting?!” He cries, then looks around quickly. Luckily the guys are just standing and grabbing their shit, not paying attention to him. “I’ve got to go. I’ll ask him alright? But don’t get your hopes up. He’s probably gonna spend the holidays with his family.”

His mom just laughs, which, what does that mean mom, but he really does have to go, so they exchange ‘i love you’s and he hangs up.

Brad sidles up to him as they walk to the plane and nods to his phone, which Patrice is still staring at with a confused expression. “What was that about?” He asks.

“Nothing. Just my mom.”

Marchy’s brow furrows, worry flashing across his face. Patrice pretends to not notice his heart thumping happily at the concern. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” He assures, way to quickly. “Everything’s fine.”

…….

Everything is not fine.

It’s very, very not fine. The problem is that he doesn’t know, exactly, why it is not fine. He doesn’t even know what it is, really, just that people are acting really weird.

Example: he’s on a short roadie, which, cool whatever hockey. But in the two days they’re gone, he’s gotten a text from almost everyone in his family and several of his friends, all of which tell him they’re happy for him, or that they can’t wait to see him, or some variation of support. This includes a weird snapchat from Seggy, which - okay, he can’t decipher Tyler’s snaps on a good day, but this one is particularly confusing. Something about…losing a bet? Who knows, there was a lot of yelling and loud music in the background.

Whatever. Apparently Jamie is mad at him. Or something.

He doesn’t text anyone back anything other than some ‘thank you’s and a few ‘yeah you too’s and a question mark to Segs. He doesn’t ask anyone “what the fuck are you talking about”, because honestly what does that say about him? Clearly it’s not a bad thing, he just doesn’t know what they’re talking about.

It’s disconcerting. Worrying too. But not as worrying as how Brad suddenly just ditches him the entire trip. He knows it’s only two days, but still, they usually hang out at night on roadies.

He gets no text on his phone and no knock on his door and no apology or explanation the next day.

“What the fuck is going on.” He groans as he drops down into his seat next to Rask after a shootout win against the ducks. A game that involved nearly zero talk between him and Marchy.

Tuuks just keeps looking at his phone, but chimes in with an emotionless “Mood.”

“Why am I friends with you?” He groans. Tukka just shrugs.

“Your choice man.”

“Shut up.”

……..

“Hey Patrice can I talk to you for a sec?”

He lifts his head up, and then tilts it back some more. Sitting on the floor stretching out and looking up at Chara is a…long distance to look. The soft spoken captain actually looks worried.

Oh wonderful.

“Yeah, sure Z.” He mumbles, and folds his legs under him. He takes Chara’s offered hand and pulls himself up. Together they walk into the back hall that’s behind the gym. None of the guys are there. It’s quiet.

He swallows thickly and takes a deep breath.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asks quietly, staring at the floor until he realizes that this is Z, for crying out loud. Not only does he demand respect as a captain, but he also helped give Patrice the A. He should be able to look him in the eyes, so he tries his best to bring his gaze upward.

Chara isn’t angry though, he’s…concerned? Or- something else. He almost looks sad.

“No, of course not.” Z’s quiet voice used to unnerve him, except it’s almost always the same level of calm, so he got used to it. Now though, he’s talking like he’s afraid of spooking Patrice. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”

He blinks. “What?”

His captains eyes dart to the ground for a second and it clicks.

Nervous. Chara is nervous.

What the hell.

“If I ever made you feel like it was wrong, or if anyone on the team ever did, I apologize.” He smiles, and it’s hesitant. “I am happy for you though. It’s great to see you happy, you know.”

“I- um, I’m sorry, did you- are we- what’s-” A door opening behind them cuts off his stammering and has Patrice nearly jumping out of his skin. It’s just one of the staff, but Chara backs up and smiles again, not really strained this time, but still hesitant.

“We can talk more later.” He says, and then disappears around the corner.

Patrice stares after him. Now alone in the hallway, he pushes both hands through his hair.

“What the fuck is going on?” He whisper yells. The hall just echoes his voice back at him, cold and empty and answerless.

…..

The final straw is after the game. They got home from the roadie last last night, and then had to play again, and now it’s almost eleven. They worked hard but lost to the bolts anyway, and the locker room is subdued. Disappointed and tired, there isn’t much normal activity going around, and after media it doesn’t really get any better. Coach talks to them and dismisses them to get some rest, and that’s when Pasta drops down into the stall next to him.

“I’m sorry.”

Bergy rolls his eyes. “What is it with everyone apologizing to me? What the fuck did you all do that was so bad?”

Pasta’s eyes widen and Patrice instantly feels bad.

“I was- the turnover in the third.” He clarifies, and Bergy closes his eyes and pinches his nose. He starts to apologize but David just waves him off and shoots him a sympathetic look.

“It wasn’t your fault anyway. You don’t have to apologize for that.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to. You look…stressed.”

“Gee thanks.” He mumbles, tugging at his socks.

“Hey congrats by the way.”

Patrice blinks at Pasta. Some slightly hysterical part of him wants to wail ‘please god not you too Pasta’. Instead he grits his teeth and decides to ask, because if Pasta is fucking with him then he’s definitely gonna know. “Uh- Thanks? But for what?”

David just laughs. “I mean I figured it’d been going on for a while, but damn Bergy, how’d he talk you into coming out with a Christmas card?”

“He bribed me with Chinese.” His responds, relaxing for a few seconds. Pasta takes it in stride, nodding like that makes sense, and even gets all the way back to his own stall before it registers in Patrice’s brain what he actually said.

‘...coming out with a Christmas card…’

He stares at his hands, frozen.

Coming out.

The fucking christmas card. He and Brad- and what the fuck does that mean, ‘I figured it’d been going on for a while’?!?!

He lifts his gaze to scan the locker room, searching out one particular face,and- yep. There’s Marchy, staring at him with wide eyes and a distraught expression. His team is moving around the locker room without a care, yelling at each other and throwing gear everywhere and arguing about the stupidest things. Normal locker room stuff.

Marchy bites his lip and drops his gaze suddenly, and that’s how Patrice realizes he’s still mostly in his hockey shit while Brad is tying the laces on his dress shoes, ready to go home.

“Oh.” He croaks. “Oh fuck.”

……..

He gives exactly three fucks about how late at night it is, and all of them disappear when Marchand fails to answer his phone. All five times he calls him.

‘I’m standing outside your door, asshole. Open the fuck up before i wake up every single one of your neighbors.’ He texts angrily. When nothing is given in return except for a ‘Read, 12:02 AM’ underneath the text bubble, he doesn’t hesitate in repeatedly slamming his fist into the plain apartment door. There’s a loud crash from inside, and he keeps ‘knocking’ until there’s someone scrambling behind the door and suddenly Brad is there yanking the door open so fast that Patrice almost hits him in the face with his hand.

He doesn’t bother with whatever words they might’ve exchanged, he just barges right into the apartment keeping his shoes on because he’s too worked up to be polite. He hears the door shut behind him, and he runs a hand through his hair.

“What the hell Patrice?! You can’t just-”

“No! No you don’t get to yell at me for this.” He whirls around and he’s so, so angry but he’s also hurt. He’s covering for it, stretching the little bit of anger and betrayal he felt when he met Brad’s eyes in the locker room. “You knew! You knew what was going on and instead of growing a pair and talking to me you avoided me for three fucking days!”

Marchy looks like he’s caught between pissed and guilty. “I didn’t want you to be angry okay?!”

“Too fucking late!” Patrice yells back. “You realize that I had an entire conversation with my mom right? She thinks we’re together. My entire family has apparently always known I’ve been gay, Z thinks he failed as a captain because we didn’t tell him earlier, fucking- even Tuukka called me after the game, because he thought someone did something to make us want to stay hidden and he was about to murder. Jesus christ Marchand! I had to find out from Pasta that everyone thought we were together, and those fucking cards were us announcing it!”

He watches Brad’s eyes narrow and something else flashes across his face, to quick for Patrice to identify. “Is the thought of us together really that disgusting to you?”

“That’s not why I’m angry, what the fuck?”

Brad crosses his arms. “Seems like it is.”

“I’m pissed because you knew, and you knew that I didn’t but you still said nothing.” He snarls. His chest is heaving and his throat is raw and he hates this. He doesn’t even know why it hurts so much that Brad didn’t tell him. He can blame it on humiliation - which he does, continuing with “I look like an idiot now you realize that right? How am I supposed to tell everyone we aren’t together when I never denied it outright?”

-but it’s not the truth.

It does hurt getting kept in the dark. It stings even more that it’s Brad who let it happen, but what really punches him in the chest is knowing that they aren’t together. That he’ll have to make those phone calls and have awkward conversations when he could be smiling with Brad by his side. The idea of them together doesn’t piss him off - it’s that fact that them together is only an idea, not a reality. He has to deal with the repercussions of an idea, when he should be planning out the future.

Marchy opens his mouth, closes it, then growls “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier” out through his teeth. Bergy steps back, his anger suddenly spent. He sits on the arm of the couch and buries his hands in his hair, head bowed.

“God this is so fucked up.” He whispers, and forces himself to straighten. Looking at Brad he can see what he didn’t before - the exhaustion painted on his figure, the way he’s holding himself like he needs comfort that he can’t get, he pain in his eyes as he stares at Bergy.

And then a few things click.

“Marchy.” He says lowly, looking at the hardwood floor in front of his feet. “How long did you know?”

Marchands eyes instantly move from his face to the wall, then to the coffee table and then they settle on the windows. “I-”

“How long?”

He swallows. “Since- before we left. My mom must’ve gotten hers pretty fast I guess. But…I- I had looked at them before we ordered them, and I thought…well maybe.”

Patrice stands slowly, shoving his hands in the pockets of his coat so he can ignore the way they’re shaking. “You thought people might think we were together, and you sent them anyway?”

Brad looks like he’s about to cry now, but at least he’s looking at Patrice again. “Yeah.” He whispers. He takes a breath, even steps forward, halfheartedly reaches out a hand for him. “I’m- I’m so sorry Patrice, I didn’t want to- I just- it was a spur of the moment thing and I didn’t really think it would explode like it did.”

Marchy is close enough now that there’s barely a few feet between them. If Patrice reaches forward he could touch his arm. “You live your life in spur of the moment decisions.” He murmurs. “Never thought I’d hear you apologize for one.”

“This one hurt you.” Brad says, painfully real. “You deserve an apology for that.”

Patrice shakes his head. “God you really don’t know do you?” Marchy only blinks up at him. “Everyone I talked to on the team dropped some sort of inclination like they knew we had been dating for a while. I think part of the reason I didn’t deny them is because…I wanted that. This hurt me because it wasn’t true, Marchy. I was getting congratulation texts for something I hadn’t won. The idea of us doesn’t disgust me, it makes me happy, but what hurt the most was knowing I’d never ever have you. I’d have to tell everyone the thing I wanted the most wasn’t real.”

He looks down at his shoes and shakes his head. “I don’t- I don’t know if that’s what you wanted, but I-”

He’s cut off by arms grabbing his arms and pushing him backwards into the wall, his back hitting it with a soft thump. A noise of protest might come from him, he’s not sure, because his brain short circuits shortly after that.

Brads lips crash against his and Patrice melts.

His lips are chapped and he tastes like that stupid mint gum he always chews after games and he’s kissing him.

It’s sloppy at first, and the force of Brad kissing means their noses are squished together for a second, but Patrice gets with the program pretty quickly. He takes control of the kiss, one hand cupping Brads face to slow him down, the other in his hair to encourage him. He tilts his head down and Brads up, and his skin sings with feeling, nerve endings coming alive with excitement.

When they finally break apart it’s for necessity of air. Patrice has to stop Brad from rushing back in, even though it physically pains him to do so. “Wait.” He gasps, and Marchy makes a noise that sends a shiver down his back.

“Okay.” Brad whispers, and Patrice nods, “Okay-” and they’re kissing again, and again, and he actually has to tear his lips from Brad’s to get more air and try and clear his head.

“Wait- wait a second okay, just a second.” He laughs when Brad huffs in disappointment. “I assume we’re on the same page here right? Like- we’re trying this. Together?”

Marchy nods so fast his head nearly falls off. “Yeah. Yes. I mean- if you want, because I definitely want.”

He laughs again and kisses him, short and sweet. “I think I got that.” He murmurs against his lips, hands rising to rest at Marchy’s side. “Have to thank you though.” He says through a grin.

Brad pulls back, surprised and says “What, why?” then rolls his eyes at himself.

Patrice rolls his eyes back. “Well, while you did put me in a lot of awkward situations, you also sorta just saved me from those situations, so…”

His excited laughter echoes in the apartment, fading quietly as they make their way to the bedroom. The door to the bedroom quietly, gently, clicks shut behind them.

Bonus:

Patrice calls his mom back two days later. He had to have a long conversation with Z and then with Coach and then with Z and Coach, but he did it all with Marchy by his side. They’re good now. They’ve been good, for such a long time now, and Patrice feels like he just never noticed until now.

As in, right now, with Marchy tucked into his side on the couch while some random cooking show plays. It’s snowing outside and the world hasn’t ended despite being out to his team about being in a same sex relationship in the least inclusive major professional sport. Christmas is in a week and he gets to call his mom to say that she was right.

“Yeah mom. Yeah I know. No, he called his family already. Well he wasn’t going anywhere originally- yeah we got the tickets. Yes. Yes, jesus christ, I- sorry.” He smiles down at the sleeping body next to him and has to suppress an honest to god giggle when Brad mumbles some nonsense about carrots and the Flyers. “He’s coming home with me.”

[wondernwriter]

Racism is Not an Opinion

What a sigh of relief to be done with the whole Facebook revolution. But honestly I was never on board truly considering I have only posted once in the “What are you thinking” or whatever that thought box thingy says. I just never got it. I would see friends and “friends” posting their random thoughts, bible quotes, and really offensive cartoons and wonder why are they doing this? Who cares what you think about peanut butter or that you think Hilary and Michelle are men? But that I could handle. I took it all in jest. That is until my eyes were brutally opened in 2016. What I can no longer handle is the curtain being pulled up on some of my friends’ and coworkers’ thoughts about things that are important to me and people who look like me and think like me. 

It’s not about conservative views vs liberal views either. I’m moderate and don’t put any weight into titles. But there are things I refuse to stand for and now I’m making them known.

As for my “friends” thoughts, I’m not referring to knitting with the color blue vs pink or thoughts on whether dogs really did descend from wolves (yes, I think so but where do chihuahuas come from? It’s so amazing I just can’t handle evolution and picturing it. I get too excited.). But what bothers me (and it shouldn’t) is learning just how much my life and the lives of those who look like me don’t matter to the very people I love and care about.

Sure I’ve heard (and read) the derogatory and flippant comments they make about my ethnic group and others. They sting for a bit, but for the sake of friendship I let it go. The majority of us let it go. Why fight? Why argue with ignorance? It’s just their opinion. They just weren’t raised with compassion. It’ll be okay. Sure they think blacks are lazy and that slavery was all a myth but we all love each other, right. Peace. Just keep the peace.

Then George Floyd’s murder happened. He’s not the first black man to be murdered and definitely (with great sadness) not the last. And Breonna Taylor--not the first and not the last. And (INSERT AFRICAN AMERICAN PERSON’S NAME HERE) to be murdered callously by the police or by a white person or non-black person who overreacted. So many names. So much suffering. So many tears. So many of these souls entering the gates of heaven wondering “why me? What just happened?” “I was just in Walmart talking on the phone and then I heard shots and now I’m dead. WTF?”

https://newsone.com/playlist/black-men-boy-who-were-killed-by-police/

I can’t say that these deaths in the past didn’t hurt or affect me. They did. But I buried it deep because I didn’t want to be the angry black woman calling out those who make ignorant statements all the time. It’s exhausting. So I let it slide. 

But the #BLM protests and rioting that followed after Floyd’s death and the nationwide protests on the behalf of the #BLM movement in a fight to end racism (systemic and blatant) floored me. I don’t consider myself to be an emotional person these days. But this got me. Seeing all types of people--young and old, black, white, latino, Indian, Mexican, American, European, African etc. The list goes on so long it makes me burst with sentiment. 

These people took the time out of their day to say, “Yes you all matter and this is wrong and we’re here listening.” 

So many of the people I know personally and love would not do that. There’s always a BUT. 

“Yes the cops are killing these men, but...”

“Yes slavery existed but...”

“I’m not racist but...”

“I get that this upsets you but...”

“I get people are mad about that man dying but...”

It’s always a fucking BUT. The ideologies of racism are so deeply ingrained that it doesn’t even occur to them that this is not something you should be saying. It’s okay to bow out and just nod. You don’t have to say anything. However, the one thing you don’t do is say BUT unless it’s followed by a supporting and loving message that goes like this...”But we are going to do everything in our power to ensure this doesn’t happen again.”

I would never in a bazillion years listen to the plight of a Holocaust survivor and say anything such as:

“I get that your people suffered but...”

“I get that you were starved and watched your parents die but...”

“Yes, Hitler was wrong and a bad man but...”

“Gosh, why are people so mean to Nazis. I don’t agree with them but...”

“Whoa you people are so angry. I get it but...”

“You still have that inked in your arm. That must be a painful reminder but...”

“You were orphaned very young due to the Holocaust but...”

BUT. BUT. BUT. BUT. BUT. It’s always a BUT that follows in order to invalidate the statements and feelings of people hurting. It basically tells them to “get over it” and that “you don’t matter to me.” 

It’s aggressive. It’s hurtful and most of all, it’s fucking rude. 

Same respect I would give to a family fleeing Mexico, Honduras etc. I would never say to them:

“Yeah I get it’s bad over there but...”

“The cartels killed your entire family but...”

“I get that you have zero opportunities there but...”

It’s infuriating and disrespectful. Just be quiet and listen. Hear the hurt. 

Those same people who offer the “buts” at the end of those callous statements would never tell someone:

“I understand your husband was murdered but.... you can get another one.”

“I get your child died horribly but... now you can adopt a new child.”

“I get you have cancer but...that means if you die, no more taxes!” 

It’s crazy. 

So I’m officially done with Facebook and not showing any support to Mark Zuckerberg or whatever his name is for allowing the racist ideologies that hate groups or “i just don’t like their kind” groups peddle. I don’t want to have anything with my name associated with it. But I’m not strong enough to know that the people I hold dear would not mourn my murder due to the color of my skin if done by someone lighter than me if they did not know me. 

In the words of John Boyega, “I AIN’T WAITING!” 

Not for their minds to change

Not for their sympathies

Not for their empathy

Not for their respect

Not for their kindness

Not for their hope for a president who embraces all

Not for their Buts

No longer will I give them a platform in my life. If you don’t think the life of those who look like me matter, then why are we even talking? It’s not just about opinions any more. To say someone who is racist or ignorant just has a different opinion is bullshit. 

Saying, “The movie Cocoon is better than Avengers” is an opinion. 

Saying, “I don’t get what these blacks and Latinos are always whining about. If you don’t like this country leave,” is not. Saying, “Build That Wall” is not your opinion. It’s what you want and desire. It’s your truth.

It’s a statement just like, “I hate cockroaches.” Sure someone else might LOVE cockroaches but I HATE them so to me, it’s not an opinion. It’s how I feel and my truth. Anyone who feels differently is crazy. 

What’s also so troubling is that these same people don’t even think about what would happen if it were the other way around. 

What if the people dying in the streets were white unarmed men killed by black police officers who get off every time despite not following proper procedure, letting their fear get the best of them or being trigger happy? Do they really think this would be allowed to go on? Do they really think the Klan and Trump himself wouldn’t be out there screaming “WHITE POWER!” 

They watch their Fox News and read their ALT RIGHT fan sites and find black people or latino people who share their views then they post and sit back feeling good about themselves saying, “see! Their own kind think this about them. This proves I’m not racist and those like me aren’t either. Ha! Shows them libtards!”

Black Lives Do Matter. Native Lives Do Matter. Trans Lives Do Matter. Latino Lives Do Matter. We All Matter. LGBTQ Lives Do Matter. 

The Day we ALL matter will be the day the phrase ALL LIVES MATTER can be used without spitting in the faces of those who in reality are created by the hands of Mother God and Father God and told “YOU MATTER” only to grow up in this country and world and learn...god was wrong.  

We don’t matter at all. 

[sand-rose]

Finally got around to drawing and writing Ezzy’s and Luna’s character bios! I’ve started playing their household a little alongside my others in Sims 4, so I’ll have a lot more photos of them to share in the future. I’m hoping that the more I play, the more they’ll grow on their own as characters like Reim did. They’re just too cute together!

                                Character Bios Below

Full Name: Ezlyn

Gender & Sexuality: Female, Lesbian

Pronouns: She/Her

Ethnicity/Species: Ego Entity

Birthplace & Birthdate: Ego World (specifically the city Gavron), December 20

Guilty Pleasures: listening to punk/rock/heavy metal music, energy drinks (she insists the caffeine crash is worth it for the rush), playing electric guitar and writing song lyrics despite her inability to sing, sweatpants and hoodies when at home with Luna, playing any sport that gets her blood pumping

Phobias: It might sound silly at her age, but Ezzy is afraid of losing her hearing. She never used to think much about cranking the volume on her headphones all the way up when listening to her favorite music, but after a relative warned her about it she became a little scared. She may be in the fashion biz with Miss Pan and Luna, but music is her true passion. She shudders at the thought of never being able to listen to her favorite songs again, and the thought of never hearing Luna's cheerful voice again really upsets her. So she takes care now not to turn the volume on full blast when she's listening to music, and she makes sure to give her ears plenty of breaks when listening for long amounts of time.

What They Would Be Famous For: She's part of Miss Pan's entourage in the fashion industry. She and Luna are always at her side, ready to offer advice and opinions on whatever crosses the boss's mind. When it comes to Miss Pan's clothing lines and fashion amusement park exclusives, Ezzy handles the more tomboy-ish designs for women's clothing, as that is her style. One day she would like to be famous for her song lyrics and guitar skills, but it's a dream she's kept on the downlow.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Probably skateboarding where she's not supposed to and then arguing with the cops about it. lol It hasn't happened yet, and hopefully it never will. And while it's not technically an arrest, before she moved in with Luna she had the cops called on her more than once for blasting the stereos full volume.

OC You Ship Them With: Luna. Luna is her best friend, the love of her life. She didn't mean to fall in love with her, but she did. For years they were Pan's assistants, best friends, inseparable. They were always together, two peas in a pod. Luna was dating a guy from the amusement park's makeup department at the time, and Ezzy realized after a while that she was kind of jealous of him. She didn't say anything, of course, and just pushed the feelings away, because Luna was her best friend and she was a little confused herself why she felt that way. After Luna and the guy broke up, it took Ezzy some more time to work out her feelings and finally work up the nerve to confess to Luna how she felt.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: No one, really. She's pretty chill, relaxed... She's easy to get along with, and if someone does have a problem with her, that's their problem, not hers.

Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: She's honestly not too into either. She doesn't really watch movies or read books unless Luna urges her to check out something she's obsessed with at the moment. She'll happily oblige because she knows it'll make Luna happy. But if she had to pick... She likes superhero movies. The action is cool and she assigns theme songs to the characters. As for books, she likes comics because she can listen to music while she reads them and it adds to the story. They also tend to tie in with a lot of movies, so it's easier for her to get involved with the plot, trying to connect the dots.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: She loathes musicals if the music is too bright and cheesy. She can deal with them if they're in the vein of Sweeney Todd, but upbeat musicals just annoy the crap out of her. She wants music she can bang her head to, damn it! And she's not much for what's called the classics. They had to read both Real World and Ego World classical literature in school and she hated it. She's not dumb, but looking up what certain words and phrases meant sure made her feel like she was. Fuck that Charlie Pickens guy, or whatever his name was!

Talents and/or Powers: She's a pro with the electric guitar, largely due to the fact that she started playing the instrument when she was 5. Her older brother Jax got one for his birthday that year and she pretty much stole it when he got bored with it. She's great with other instruments, too. And Luna thinks Ezzy's ability to assign a song to someone within minutes of meeting them is a talent, but that might just be some sweet flattery. lol Aside from music, Ezzy's pretty athletic and adapts to a new sport very quickly.   

Why Someone Might Love Them: She's the chill pal, the one who rarely loses her cool. If Luna is freaking out over something she might get caught up in the moment and freak out with her, but with anyone else she'll keep her cool. She's just a cool person in general. lol

Why Someone Might Hate Them: She doesn't put up with rude people, which is just one of the many reasons why Pan loves Ezzy being her assistant. She keeps people in line and makes sure they know their attitudes aren't welcome in Miss Pan's presence. She's not the violent type, but she will unleash verbal hell on a person and publicly humiliate them if they don't act right. So in short, she has zero customer service skills, so anyone who gets on the receiving end of her backlash probably will hate her. lol And you would think that because of this It might hate her, but they actually get along. They do bicker, but it's like friendly arguing. There's some people he hates because they don't put up with his attitude, and then there's people he respects for the exact same reason. She just happens to be one of those that earned his respect. lol

How They Change: As one of Pandora's assistants, she's a side character, so she really wasn't all that fleshed out when she first appeared in my old comics. She and Luna showed up a few times here and there and I really loved drawing and writing them, but there just wasn't much to their characters. Now that they're in my Sims game, I get to see how they act and evolve on their own, kind of like how Reim did. The main thing that did change was her and Luna's relationship. They were best friends and that's all I intended them to be. But looking back on the comics when I was making their characters in Sims, they just seemed so perfect together. And growing up in the conservative rural environment I did, 8-9 years ago it just didn't really click that they could be a couple. Now that they are, it feels right and I'm super happy for them! <3

Why You Love Them: She's the rocker chick of the gang. lol She's a total tomboy, the type that rarely wears dresses or skirts, and she's not afraid to get dirty in the mud while playing sports. She was always friends with the boys, and she'll speak her mind without a problem. She's the exact opposite of Luna, so they remind me of the whole yin and yang concept. Together they create the perfect balance, which is why they might work so well as Pandora's assistants!

Full Name: Luna

Gender & Sexuality: Female, Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Ethnicity/Species: Ego Entity

Birthplace & Birthdate: Ego World (specifically the town Fairton), June 11 Guilty Pleasures: clothes shopping, buying dresses and shoes, and having mini at-home fashion shows so Ezzy can see her latest buys; going to the dog park and watching all the cute doggos (since their apartment doesn't allow pets), listening to Ezzy play the electric guitar, watching Ezzy jam out when she's listening to music through her earbuds, facial masks and hot tea

Phobias: Horses. When she was 6, her family visited a relative's farm and Luna accidentally spooked one when she wandered too close and shrieked in delight. The horse stomped its hooves and whinnied and the shriek of delight quickly turned into a shriek of terror. Looking up at the horse in that moment suddenly made it seem very very big and very very scary. She's fine with pictures of horses, but seeing them in real life or on tv or in a movie makes her uneasy. 

What They Would Be Famous For: As one of Pandora's assistants alongside Ezzy, she loves to design the girlier clothes in Miss Pan's clothing line or the amusement park exclusives. She already has her dream job designing clothes, so while Ezzy might venture into the music industry at some point, she's content to work with Miss Pan for many years to come. So if anything, her fame as a designer might continue to grow.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Nothing. Luna is very sweet and pure, so she wouldn't really do anything that might get her arrested.

OC You Ship Them With: Ezzy! They're just so perfect together, the sweet cheerful girly girl and the cool chill rocker chick! At this point I can't imagine either of them being with anyone else. When Luna and her ex broke up (they ended their relationship on good terms; they're still friends and coworkers) and after some time had passed, she was surprised when Ezzy confessed her feelings for her. She was nervous to think of Ezzy as anything more than her best friend, because she didn't want to ruin their friendship if things didn't work out, but after their first date she realized she might have already been in love with Ezzy too. Needless to say, it wasn't long until they moved in together and now they're happily married!

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: I doubt even It would want to murder Luna. Her cheerful personality might annoy him, but she's always nice to him and thinks his weird t-shirt designs are 'so badass!' And unlike Aurora, she doesn't scold him when he swears.

Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Like Pandora, she loves the sappy romantic movies/books. There's a spot on the coffee table in front of the tv in their living room that is always occupied by a box of tissues. lol

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: She doesn't really like the 'based on a true story' movies/books. Her dad loves them, and growing up watching those types of movies sometimes got her mixed up on whether the story took place in the Real World or the Ego World. Which led to her getting events and people confused when learning about both worlds at school. The Ego World basically 'copies' material things from the Real World (like books, movies, video games, merch, etc), but of course has its own original products, so it's not uncommon for kids to get confused with which world has what. (History, religion, ethnicity, and world culture can also be very confusing, as the countries in the Real World don't exist in the Ego World, but they share cultures and other aspects because of Egos learning them from their Hosts. It's... complicated. lol) And because Luna's dad loves learning about the Real World, it was especially difficult for her to keep facts in order.

Talents and/or Powers: Her dad and younger brother Seren call her 'Miss Moonshine', a play on 'Miss Sunshine' using the meaning of her name. (As a side note, this was before her dad learned the Real World meaning of moonshine, but by then the nickname had caught on and they found it hilarious.) They like to say her power is that she's always got a smile on her face and can always cheer them up when they need it. She also loves interior design and Ezzy gave her full control on decorating their apartment because of this.

Why Someone Might Love Them: She's the one who genuinely cares how your day was, if there's anything she can do to help, to make you feel better. She's just a happy person in general, and she likes to make others happy. Sometimes it wears her out, being the one to make everyone feel better, but Ezzy's taught her that it's okay to take a step back and stop being 'the mood fixer' all the time. She's just a nice, caring girl that loves to laugh and smile and her mood is contagious!

Why Someone Might Hate Them: If anyone hates Luna, they deserve to never be happy again. Luna is a precious ray of light in the world, and as Ezzy would say, 'any haters can fuck off'.

How They Change: Again, she showed up with Ezzy a few times, but never really enough for me to think about her in detail. That's why I really loved doing their bios like this! It really helped flesh her character out a bit. The main thing that changed was the fact that she and Ezzy are a couple now, and it feels so right! They complete each other. <3

Why You Love Them: She's a good, kind person and the world needs more kind people. She and Ezzy have a loving relationship and she's got a strong heart full of love for her dad and brother. And I LOVE the antics she gets up to at work with Ezzy and Pan. They're a playful trio that make work fun! And I wish I had a sister like Luna. She's such a sweetheart!

Other OCs Written Bios Here

Other OCs Drawn Bios Here And Here

[allsystemsarenotgo]

Tokyo Drift: A feeling and conversation

(Talking to a female friend who is taken and kind of gray-lining being a counselor to me)

The reason that watching a movie about cars that is focused on winning girls over through impression and competition (in other words, male dominance) is because it judges based on one sole set of factors in a niche skillset. It has nothing to do with life skills or surviving on this shitty planet or taking care of a significant other.

Two alpha males trying to dominate and fight over a woman does not help anybody's case. Lives, material and non-material things need not be lost over a person. Perhaps it is my depressed and submissive nature to back down from a fight or keep moving along. It just isn't worth it to me.

Women have long been my cryptonite. I can't be normal, I can't be my abnormal self, I can't be anything but a rediculous jerk or asshole that doesn't do many things right.

But yet, who do I go to when I don't feel okay, after exhausting through 5 different counselors and such?

Women.

I go to my own cryptonite to discuss..my cryptonite.

You say you don't understand most women...well that's okay because guys don't understand most guys. I can't talk to guy. I can't even be friends with guys. I was publically ridiculed for being Gay for so long because I avoided women and only hung out with guys, that I just psychologically can't be around guys anymore. I can't just be by myself or my thoughts will turn my head into a balloon and nobody wants to see my brains and blood spattered on the walls when it all builds up and explodes.

So I go to my cryptonite. I go to women. And I epically fail because all my friends that are women, I met through the guys that were my friends, before I psychologically removed myself from this godforsakened planet. Or at least the males of it.

As a result, all the women I know are in relationships with the men that I know, and of course they don't have the time to listen to me much less the patience. I becomes a burden and bother to them so I get blocked or blacklisted or pawned away or whatever you want to call getting forcefully told to shut the fuck up and go the fuck away because I clearly don't get the subtle messages.

And then I fall back to the next women on the totem pole of unfortunate life decisions, some of which are nurses, who then call the cops on me, and now I can't talk to/trust them, and I move on down the totem pole, and eventally I just run out of people and say fuck this shit and ragequit.

Which I am vehemently trying to avoid at most costs required. Because obvious reasons.

And then I come to the one person who is actually willing to make time and have patience to listen to my rediculous asshole of a self, at which point (one of) the exact reason(s) that I hate society becomes exposed through the weakness exposed by my cryptonite.

But because every single woman I know in life that is willing to listen to a word I say is *not* single and most of them have not been such in a very long time, they have lost touch with the reality that being single fucking sucks. Courting fucking sucks. Living fucking sucks. But I can't talk about it to anybody because nobody is single and nobody understands that being single in this day and age is a complete and udderly rediculous concept.

As the meme quite literally says, I'm now at the age where there are few single women and many women looking for ways out of their existing relationships or close to the point, and such my only hope is divorcees. Which is pretty fucking pathetic, to say that the best I could ever do is somebody else's leftovers.

And the sad thing is, both times that I have tried to pull that exact pitiful disastrous concept, I have been beaten to the subject by another male. No problem, you go ahead with the meal in which you have found, and I will go back to foraging in this great desert of empty shitiness in search of what I desire.

And so here I sit watching the totem pole slowly wither away until there is nearly nothing left, because I myself have managed to destroy it with my own mind. I stare at what remains of a stump, and wonder where I have gone so wrong and why I bother to still be here and inflict hurt upon so many people.

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I don't want you to think anything is your fault. I don't want you to be uncomfortable. I struggle telling you things because 1) it's not your business 2) respect for [Sig. Other] 3) I don't want to be a burden. I read like an open book but I have to protect others because I do get attached easily and it's hard to let go. I get high off of other people and then I get stuck with that sobering period when they push me away and the withdrawl kills me more than anything. I have several addictions and not a damn one of them is good for me. Even if they are legal.

And you're, non-flatteringly, the stump of the totem pole. I have nobody but you, which is a really scary and fucking shitty place to be, because you're not mine, not supposed to be mine, never going to be mine, and I have to somehow forcibly, if not dangerously, break this addiction because if I cross a line I'm going to end up with an Irish fist in my head and a world even more empty than the one I have now.

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I'm not saying you're a bad friend, but I hate my life. This one of the reasons why. I'm so many levels over most people that I have zero relatability and I can't even be myself without glazing people's eyes. I hate being smart. It's more of a disservice than it is helpful. Can I just be regular human knowledge for fucks sake

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(In relating to a moment at her Sig. Other's birthday social)

When it was just us at the table, it took everything in me to not cometely fall aaprt. Being in public helped the proverbial duct tape

The anxiety and nervousness or being alone next to a pretty young lady with no relation whatsoever, yet being together in the public eye and trying to talk about the things we have in common and having so many of them and yet trying to control myself from nuclear meltdown and proctect you from myself.

Because for those moments, I was NOT lonely and I was next to, honestly, perfection.

I was 3 feet from cryptonite and had to protect and defend simultaneously and try to be normal on the outside.

I greatly appreciate your offers of companionship. But I don't trust myself. I want to, but I don't. I can't promise not to meltdown. I cant promise that I won't be jealous of Chad or even you. I can't promise anything. I don't trust myself.

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I want to write my heart out. But you're not the person for that.

I do want to talk to you. But I don't want to push you away.

And I don't want to make you feel awkward or uncomfortable

Esp if we do spend time together in person to cure mutual loneliness.

I'm okay with talking about anything. I am an open book. I could literally spend hours talking about the 3 letter word.

But I am afraid of pushing you away. I don't know what else on my mind to talk about without pushing the limits.

I guess I just need probing and guidance

[dcmissionaries]

Absolute Sportsmanship

ABSOLUTE SPORTSMANSHIP The Angels finally caught up with the now revealed Nephilim, only to be stopped by a platoon of Lethocs units. Despite their attempts to sway Lethocs in their favor, Shroud intervened and reaffirmed that he will knot allow them on federal property.

Where we last left our story, Angels and Demons stood separated by a shitton of Lethocs and a police barrier. While the Mayor stands, smug and covered in an awfully chic scarf, the thread of not finding the Nephilim looms over them.

Strappon grimaced further at the Mayor of Daten as he stood a fair ways behind the barrier, his usual consort Amulet standing beside him with a clipboard and a similarly smug expression. Except his expression was visible.

With Hot Pants where he was, Duster was even more tense the longer the silence grew. He was torn between staring him down in a glare or not even looking at him. For now, he'll just narrow his eyes at him.

"What are we gonna do now?" Jacket asked, clasping his hands behind his head in an out-of-place casualty only an anime protagonist would have.

THESTARSTWILIGHT:  Camisole stood alone at the entrance to Ground Zero. She stood there  rubbing her arms for warmth, deeply regretting not bringing a jacket  or something. Though it probably wasn't that cold. Legit, Cami takes  showers so hot they slightly burn. Unless it's 80 degrees or more  outside she's not satisfied.

 Anyhow, the fallen angel was alone at the entrance pissed she had to  come. _Stupid Dermal forced me to come here. Like I want to listen to  him._ __"Hello!? Is anyone there?__" she screamed. "__I came to help!  Are you fucking happy!__" There was no reply. Looks like she would  have to start in alone. She stomped on through the ruins, too annoyed  and impulsive to realize the danger she could be in. And probably  would be in. It's Camisole after all.

DJDEVIL:  Ruka leaned against Panty Raid, a rum bottle in hand and his usual  'Fuck off or I'll rip your balls off' expression across his face. He  and the truck were covered in dirt and grime from searching Ground  Zero for the Nephilim. As he looked through the group of Angel and  humans, he took special notice a few familiar, not to mention hated,  faces and clenched his bottle tightly before taking a big swig.  Vest was there as well, fiddling around with Panty Raid's engine,  making sure it was ready for the next search attempt. He too was  dirty, though not as much as Ruka, and wore a tank top under his  namesake, some old work pants, and boots as he didn't want to get his  good clothes dirty from searching the ruins and possibly torn up by  the Nephilim should they find it. He would honestly rather be shopping  but Ruka wanted to take the truck with him for this assignment and  knew damn well that he would get it totaled like last time despite  just having it all fixed up. Due to the fact he was fired from Hell  Corp, he technically wasn't allowed here, but he wasn't gonna let his  baby get wrecked again, especially after he spent so much money on the  repairs.

SOUP-KITTY:  Diadem stood off to the side, not really wanting to step anywhere.  "Everything's so....filthy." he thought. He lightly kicked the ground  where he stood. He wish he'd brought his cleaning supplies. He could  probably have the place spotless by the end of the day.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  The Creampuff boys were huddled together in a corner, Mary Janes sat  beside his senpai.  Their tiny bonds were growing. Mary sat with the  gang and watched everything from the comfort of a bush.

KRO:  Hot Pants sighed as the Mayor showed up, looking back to Duster,  "Listen, our Commander didn't know who the mayor is. If he did, we  wouldn't be here. Besides I'm the only Captain here in Daten that can  lead troops."

 This was frustrating, he didn't feel like he needed to explain his  presence but this is Duster.

 Hairpin appeared a distance away from everyone, his hair ruffled up  with debris in it and his clothes dirtied and tattered. He was  obviously doing fieldwork compared to everybody else.

TORIBIRDSEED:  A little late to the party, A large car drove up the the scene that  many were gathered at, and out along with loud bustling music came out  two individuals. The first was a rather small freckled face girl with  short white hair, wearing a white oversized sweater, and a skirt.  Along with *her* came out the oh so famous Chokki, a world renowned  jpop idol who had been staying in Daten now for the last while. With a  click to her step Chokki marched along those who had arrived before  her, her hair acting like a cape for her. She had it in a ponytail not  wanting it to touch the dirty ground below her, and she wore her extra  high platforms  to keep her elevated. Along with her the small girly  looking one awkwardly shuffled along with her. To most this would seem  like any other human, however to some who knew, this was one of  Etch’s human disguises. A cute idol looking japanese girl, why a  girl you ask? Well you can thank Maxi for that one, and Chokki doesn't  like being followed by men.Chokki soon spoke up in her usual queen  like voice, her japanese accent prevalent “Can somebody fill me in  on what I missed, your queen does not like waiting, and it would be a  privilege to speak to me regardless, me and my… associate need  information.” She gently motioned to Etch.

 On the other side of things, Collier was still just chilling around,  he hadn't been too interested in the happenings of his fellow angels,  he had been fallen for so long for a reason. He ended up distracting  himself for a few hours by discussing business on the phone but aside  from this he didn't have much to do, it was his day off and he wasn't  at home, how sad. A sort of late arrival as well, a loud boom could be  heard in the distance before a fallen angel shot down from the sky  landing with grace, but force. Standing up and flipping the hair  covering her one eye, the magnificent, usually angry and loud Goggles  had arrived to join the frey, standing next to the disgruntled  business angel Collier. Sighing she spoke up in a loud, angry tone.  “Why the FUCK did nobody tell me this shit was going on huh?! You  all trying to screw me over! I'll kill ya! Don't need to remind ya I  can deck half of ya if I wanted!” She spat on the ground and looked  pretty pissed off. Collier just ran a hand down his face.

OMEGAPSYCHO:  "I can't believe this is happening!" Boxer shouted in anger as the  Nephilim was long gone by now. "HEY BUBBY!" He shouts at Hot Pants  very angrily. "We're the Angels of Abbey! We are here to kick evil  ass! You just can't do that!" Boxer yelled at Hot Pants as he was  getting WRATHFUL. Then Boxer was hit in the head with a Bible by  Father Crucifix. "BOXER!" Father Crucifix said angrily at the angel.  "We must respect the Law even if the Law is keeping us from Gods work"  Father Crucifix said as he looks at Shroud. "But But But!" Boxer tried  to say. "THAT'S A ORDER!" Father Crucifix said as he look Boxer with  his yellow eyes. "Fine..." Boxer grunted as he stand down."Though i  have one thing to say to our 'Mayor' of Daten City" Father Crucifix  said as he get to distance to the Mayor and opens his bible.  "Zechariah 13:2. And on that day, declares the Lord of hosts, I will  cut off the names of the idols from the land, so that they shall be  remembered no more. And also I will remove from the land the prophets  and the spirit of uncleanness!" He shouted at the Mayor then closed  his bible and walk back to Boxer and the Angels.

SAIYAN:  Undershirt took a moment to look around. His eyes settled on a really  short looking fellow, with a bunch of people standing behind them.  That was weird looking. Something didn’t seem right, but then again,  this whole adventure had been a trip.

 Wristband shared her brother’s sentiment. Something was off here for  sure.

 Bowtie appeared behind HP. It looked like one of those dolls that go  inside of each other, the way she kind of appeared. She looked at the  crowd that gathered before them.

 “Damn, looks like everyone showed up” she said, slightly taken  aback.

 There was more of them than she was expecting for sure.

THESTARSTWILIGHT:  Camisole somehow caught up to everyone, albeit with a few new  scratches and bruises. Goggles shouting and the car pulling up were  dead give aways.

 Turning around to Goggles she quickly responded "Not being told is  still better than being forced to come here." The desolate environment  didn't help make her any less pessimistic that coming was a terrible,  terrible idea. "Who are you anyway?" She asked the purple haired  blaster.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Knittens decided that he should call Fascinator to pick him up, after  all, it was a bit too much trouble right now. The phone started  ringing, a faint ringtone of that butterfly song from DDR resounds off  in the distance.  Fasciantor popped in one of the alleyways and shouts,  "CAN'T I HAVE 3 SECONDS TO MYSELF?!"  He stuffed the sheets of illegal substances in a plastic bag into his  back pocket, walking over to the troupe of boys. Listen, a rave is  coming up and he wants to be prepared. Sighing annoyed,  "I try to buy myself a little something and y'all start losing your  shit."  nittens raised his eyebrow,  "... You said you were sober."  "... I promised nothing."  Fascinator clears his throat, refusing to look at anyone in the face.  Shrugging off the topic, he asks,  "So why're yall here- Fuck are those the cops?"  Immediately, he grabs Knitten's wrist and starts walking the opposite  direction. He's been to jail, he doesn't wanna go back. He doesn't  need more prison tattoos. Praying that no one would recognize him as  he walks away from this business, whispering hastily,  "Knittens I told you when you see the police you walk away and hide  your tracks."  Headphones fan himself as he looks around. Well, someone gotta do  something. Asking outloud to anyone,  "So that's it huh? Day off?"  Jeokori was a sore thumb as he silently gazes off into the distance.  It seems like something was happening. Writing onto a notebook and  holding out to anyone that would answer,  "Why have we summoned here again?"

OSCARK9:  Dress Socks drove from work to Ground Zero on his Dodge Viper SRT 10  ACR with G-String for a ride. When they got out of the car, they were  wearing their human disguises. While walking towards the group, Dress  Socks was wearing in his human disguise as a human teenager with black  hair, white skin, and red eyes. While G-Strings was wearing as a  teenager, with black hair, and blue eyes. Seeing that this would be  the best disguise for them to be in, it would be best to stay safe and  play along. When they got there, they observe the rest of the Angels  on the other side. Of course it make them unsettling, but a job is a  job.

 Gloves and Sapphire was still on the other side along with the rest of  the Angels and still holding their weapon, but they decided to  desummoned them and put them away. Otherwise, they get shot in the  head or get a ticket by the pops..

TORIBIRDSEED:  Goggles looked at camisole with her usual angry eye, considering one  was covered and took a few steps closer to her “You trying to pick a  fight with me! I'll decide whats better and whats worse for myself!  Understand me toots!?” She crossed her arms and flipped her head to  the side, not wanting to look at the other anymore “Whatever, I  don't care, Not like it makes a difference because im here now!”  Goggles was one of the many fallen angels who had no intentions of  going back up to heaven, speaking of wrathful in all caps, that was  basically her, she was angry often, and liked to pick fights that she  couldn't win. She often caused problems for other people, and not to  mention her vision sucks which made her weapon a disaster for her to  have. Sighing, she spoke up again “Whatever, I'll figure out whats  going on on my own, and if I gotta i'll beat somebodies ass to do  that.” Collier was still standing next to Goggles and spoke up too  “I came here because I wanted to and yet I am still regretting it…  what a shame, I could be having fun right now.”

 Chokki had spotted Fascinator from a distance, a wicked smile creeping  on her face, she said nothing, but if he saw her too, she would have  gave him a wink from where she was standing, otherwise she winked to  nobody. Etch was almost crying from all the noise.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Virgin Killer wore her highest platform heels, she already knew the  deal with this place. Hell she frequented it. She removes a bright  green lollipop from her bountiful boobies and she gives it quite the  sensual lick. She sighs happily and she stretches, moaning in the  process. A half naked guy places a few hundred dollar bills in her  cleavage and she trips him into a puddle. She uses him as a stepping  stone and she walks over.

SOUP-KITTY:  Jong looks up at headphones and shrugs. "Maybe we can go home now?" He  already knew Headphones was gonna say no, but it was worth a try  anyway. Jong decided to put his weapons away, and just as quickly as  they got summoned, they were being shoved away in his pockets, back in  their magnificent jongy form.                                                               Diadem was unsure of why he was there, and more  people kept showing up, so it must have been pretty serious. He tied  his dark hair up into a bun, to keep it out of the way, and quickly  pulled out a pair of latex gloves. He was NOT going to be getting his  hands dirty today. He walked closer to the crowd, and stood quietly,  trying to get an idea of what exactly they were supposed to do. It was  his first assignment and he wasn't going to fuck it up. He had to make  his babushka proud.

PLUTOPLAGUE:  Mirror Mask, missing in the first half of this search, was again  standing off to the side. He himself lone through the first half of  this event, still trying to make himself useful but to no use at all.  His heals had sunk into the filth beneath him, seeing this was not the  right fashion choice for this outing.

 Ball Gown had also been invited and willingly came along, but in the  end of it she ended up hating this, as her dress was also a terrible  choice for this outing. Her beautiful wavy, light lavender gown was  dusted and looked like she had been kidnapped for a good three days.  She wasn't that upset, seeing as she was a mother and knew all of the  small secrets to getting rid of stains.

 Tails had veered over to his mother, his rather striking disguise  hiding the fact he wasn't either an angel or a heavenbent. Taking a  risk here and there just to see his mother and chat. Just like the  other two, he had become very dirty and a poor choice of clothes for  this exhibition.

 As for Yeezy, also hanging around the small group. "HEEEY YOU ALL LOOK  SO UPSET! ITS SO FIN HERE THOUGH! YOU GOTTA GET A LITTLE DIRTY ONCE IN  AWHILE!" Wasnt one to be very very out of trend, but even she could  make a dirty camo outfit look good. She was having a blast, showing  off her stomach with a crop top and her guns (almost quite literally)  with a tight long sleeve undershirt.

 What a big group of opposites, though they seem comfortable and  content around each other while the world went on around them.  Enjoying the time they have before parting ways.

EMI:  Mankini emerged from the same direction as Hairpin, but far cleaner.  He smoothed his hair down more, looking at himself in the mirror. It  was a long while since he'd been on the surface and it was about time  he crawled out of the hole he was in.

 Deciding to finally meet with the rest of the Angels he was supposed  to be watching, Dermal arrived almost the same way as Mankini did, but  he had someone else adjusting his hair.

 "What did I miss?" He asked, walking up beside Strappon. He put the  mirror down and noticed the large amount of people in front of them.  "Not much, I guess."

THESTARSTWILIGHT:  Responding in a slightly less sarcastic tone Cami simply said "I'm not  looking for a fight. At least not yet. I just wanted a conversation,  but fine if you want to be I'll just go."

 She continued to stare around and finally realized there were demons  in disguise staring her down. "Oh shit. Who are they?" Camisole was  not around last time to see the demons in the park. The disguises  didn't help her realize these were, in fact, demons. Granted, she'd  seen some of them through Twitter and even vaguely recognized Fasci  from his profile. But this was her first time seeing them in person.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Mary pouts when he sees his senpai getting dragged away. Oh. Hellllll  no. The little goth boy power walked over and gently tapped  Headphones. Mary, somehow, manages to pick up Knittens bridal style  and carry him back to Sneakers. He hides him in the bushes and Mary  hides behind a dumpster.

TORIBIRDSEED:  Clicking her tongue Goggles looked at the other once again “Good,  glad  you aren't, I ain't in the mood to fight… or something.” She  seemed like she wasn't expecting that answer from the other. Goggles  honestly couldn't see far enough to see the crowd of disguised demons  so that wasn't happening. Collier on the other hand had not had many  encounters with the other species first hand, He was pretty sure he  had some demons recruited at his “night club” chain but he  couldn't be certain. Putting his hands in his short pockets he fixed  his hair before going off somewhere to relax until things pickup, not  much to do there.

 Etch took note of Mankini entrance, that was the meanie pants who  scared him during the coliseum fight, it reminded him more however of  the nicer demon who was big and wore a mask, that was a good memory if  you ignore the scary one. Puffing his cheeks out and fixing his skirt  which he wanted to take off more than anything, He hid close behind  Chokki, and decided to stare at the ground. Chokki on the other hand  was annoyed she wasn't being given any attention, clicking her tongue  she looked pretty angry, no attention means nobody here knows about  her, what a shame, shed have to tweet about her location for attention  if things kept going on like this.Flipping her hair and smacking Etch  in the face Chokki crouched down, her shoes keeping her elevated off  the ground and began using her phone, probably tweeting, but who knows  with her.

KRO:  Hot Pants raised his brow at the Angel yelling angry at him. What the  fuck was this guy's damage.

 "Listen, /bubby/. As I said, I'm only doing my job. I can't do shit to  let you guys through..."

 Shades left the side of his barrier and back into the group of Angels.  More like to the side of Dermal, debating on whether or not to update  the guy.  "Well sir, you almost missed the military playing Duck Hunt. That and  we lost the Nephilim's tracks."

BRIT:  Strappon stared almost tiredly at Dermal.  "We're chasing a Nephilim. Maybe you know something about them?" He  asked, "Regardless, we need to get to it and the Absolute Mayor is  getting in the way."  He gestured rudely in the direction of Shroud, who was minding his  business observing some notes on Amulet's clipboard.

 Shroud had looked up momentarily as Father Crucifix recited the Bible  before literally turning away to look at the clipboard again.

 "Boy what an ass." Jacket huffed.

 Duster snorted, trying to keep himself calm.  "You have to let us in. If you let your _leader_ know who the Mayor  is, maybe we would be able to do something."

 Sweater poked her head out from behind some rubble and bounded toward  Virgin Killer.  "Sweet~! I didn't know they had candy!" She said, glancing at the  lollipop with wide eyes, "I brought snacks, but Shroud-sama said nya-t  to put them out..."  She seemed sad that no one wanted her refreshments.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Knittens kept a straight face as he dragged into the bush and just  questioned life at this point. Like why? Did Mary janes not know his  guardian?  Fascinator watched as Knittens got dragged away and got into mom mode.  Who in the mcfuckin' mcmuffin is trying to get Knittens involved with  the police? Straightening his posture as he walks over, taking  Knitten's wrist as he drags him over to Mary Janes as he asks,  "What are you boys doing here? There are drug dealers around here, I  should know! Even worse, the police. Now- OH no wait it's just Hot  Pants."  He waves to Hot Pants, but then he saw everyone else and just looked  around like someone just punched him. What now? He crouches down and  asks,  "Alright, someone wanna explain to me what's going on? Do I needa get  a smoke grenade or?"  Jeokori watched Etch get hit in the face and the tall alien crouches  down to check on him. Reaching out in a friendly gesture as he writes,  "Are you okay?"

KRO:  Hot Pants waved back at Fascinator. He's on duty but his mom didn't  raise him to be rude when others greeted him.  He signed heavily, looking up at Duster.  "I'll get the other captains that are here in Daten to fill him in.  He'd be more than happy to drop relations with the mayor but  ultimately our director has the final say."

 He crossed his arms feeling defeated before perking up.  "But given that it's a stupid-ass decision to keep relations, he'll  elect to ignore whatever the director says."

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Virgin blinks. Who was this precious cupid? Why was she coming over to  her? What is this chest feeling? Virgin removes another tiddie pop and  she holds the bright green sucker out to her. "That sounds awful! Who  could refuse snacks from such a cutie?"

SAIYAN:  Undershirt looked over at Shady. He was busy yelling at the red twink  it would seem, and talking about duck hunt. He hated that game, the  dog still haunts his dreams to this day. He shook his head and pushed  those thoughts out of his mind.

 “Yo, I love how we get stopped by a barbed wire fence. You think we  can just fly over this or is it restricted airspace?” He asked him,  folding his arms.

 Something was going to have to give, be it their will or the fence or  something else.

TORIBIRDSEED:  Etch was not used to being approached by people he didint know, this  one was tall however, just like the nice demon, so maybe this one was  nice too. That was etch’s train of thought, demons who are nice are  usually tall, this one was an alien though but same thing. Looking him  over once he nodded and smiled “Um… yeah im okay” This was the  first real time that anybody was hearing his disguised voice, it was  girly, but still sounded like a boy, but definatly wasn't what Etch  sounded like. Chokki looked down at him and the alien a little  suprised anybody even talked to Etch, she thought he was a loner.  “Good job sport, making some tall friends, you need em.” She had a  soft spot for Etch but didint care much about him regardless, her  personality didint change. Etch was still in awe at how tall this  person was, wow, it was amazing, hed never seen anybody reach so high.  “Wooow.” He couldn't help but speak up.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Mary watches Fasc and hissed when Knittens got dragged away. He looks  up at the adult and he hugs Knittens."We're hunting ghosts mr. Me,  Knittens and Sneakers are the Creampuff boys." -

DJDEVIL:  "Ya almost done, Kleptofuck?" Ruka asked, turning his head to Vest.  "No, for the fourth time." Vest answered, looking over at Ruka, "How  about you go and do something other than bugging me, will ya?" He  continued before resuming his fiddling. Ruka scoffed and looked for  someone to talk with or maybe torture. He decided to talk to/torture a  certain carrot boy. "Hey Four Eyes!" He exclaimed, walking up to  Hairpin and roughly wrapping his arm around Hairpin, "Any luck on  finding the Nephilam or whatever the fuck is called?"

SOUP-KITTY:  Diadem made his way over to etch, and without a word, he picked him up  and started to walk away back to where he was standing. This big  haired chick was clearly a bully, and it's one of the only other  things that he couldn't stand aside from germs. He looked back and  shouted some words in Russian. Something about "leave kids alone"  Diadem was angry. He even went past that tall dude when he picked up  the small girl.

OMEGAPSYCHO:  Father Crucifix sighs as his wisdom wasn't heard by a Demon like  Shroud. "What do we do now, Father Crucifix?" Boxer ask him as he was  standing down but itching for a Fight. "Brother Strappon order, until  then we stand down and wait" Father Crucifix response to Boxer as he  claps his hands together about to do a pray. "What are you doing?"  Boxer ask as look at Father Crucifix praying. "I'm praying to God"  Father Crucifix said as he started to pray. "Our Mother in heaven,  hallowed be your name. Your kingdom come. Your will be done, on earth  as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us  our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And do not bring us  to the time of trial, but rescue us from the evil one. Ahem" Father  Crucifix prayed as he to God while Boxer was picking his nose. Father  Crucifix then uncapped his hands and stand by Boxer waiting for  Strappon Orders. Boxer was wants to Punch something but that was him.

THESTARSTWILIGHT:  Looking around, rubbing her arms for warmth once again, Camisole  responded to Undershirt "Lovely plan, but I think there are some  people blocking us. Whoever they are." She groaned not knowing what to  do right now. "What the hell's going on. Can someone tell me  ___please___?"

KRO:  "Well, do you prefer bullet holes in your body or talking to the feds  without getting arrested?"  Shades had a point.

 "It's restricted airspace too, I just checked."

 Hairpin wasn't expecting the sudden physical contact of Ruka and  nearly squeaked. He was appreciating his personal space being invaded  by anybody that wasn't his husband and as an act of mercy from having  Ruka being mutilated at the hands of Amulet, he removed Ruka's arms  away.  "No need to worry about the Nephilim. It can't run far, or at least  I'm not allowing it to. It'll be caught before these Angels think  about getting a federal permit to investigate."

KRO:  *wasn't appreciating oops

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Jeokori nods as he stands back up, being about double Etch's size. He  writes down another question, dipping his claws in an ink bottle and  writing down like it was a quill,  "Why are we here? That and Angel's presence being also curious."  He raised his eyebrow at Chokki, he felt like he should know who she  was but at the same time she was an insginificant human, so he doubts  that she made that much f an impression on him. WAtching Diadem then  proceed to start beef with her, he just smiles at Etch and gives a  friendly handshake. Well as friendly as claw extending out can be.

 Fascinator raised his eye brow. Okay, listen he was 50% sure Knittens  was straight, lasttime he talked to hima bout it it sailed over his  head. Nodding, it makes sense, Knittens would do that after school. He  usually didn't get hurt, hell if anything Fascinator got hurt just  trying to make sure he was okay. But he choked at the name. BOY. He  looks at Knittens,  "That name is only a little better than Buttercream gang, and that's  still just... Lord."  He sighs, defeated. What in the heckies was he even going to say to  them? Explain gay porn plots? Not why he watches that.

 Headphones shrug at Jong's question, honestly, he was considering it.  He really did wanna blow this popsicle stand. He sighs,  "Hoenstly we should head out to the Abby, not like we can do anything  with the Lethocs soldiers."

PLUTOPLAGUE:  Ballgown and Tails were chatting quietly, laughing here and there  between secrets only a mother and son could keep. Whether the chat be  about the past or the future it was obvious how close they were when  they were alive. Tails rarely got to see his mom since he found out  about her still being alive in some way, since he was a demon and her  an angel there was no way he could get any time to actually see her  without being called out.

 Yeezy started to chat with Mirror Mask, though it was very very  one-sided, Mirror Mask was still listening and has even been told  about Yeezys first time in a club and every embarrassing story  overshared because she thought no one was listening, Mirror Mask now  had her entire life story cut into his mind.

EMI:  Mong peeked out from behind Father Crucifix and squinted.  "You're starin' down at a real frothy battle here and you decide to  read a stupid book?"  Why were humans so fucking boring in the West? He leaned on Boxer's  head. "Too bad, you got some nice looks, Daddy." He said with a wink.

TORIBIRDSEED:  Etch looked at Jekori and reads his note before shrugging. “I don't  know yo… im just a boy.” Etch was jsut picked up, woh. Chokki  almost protested before getting one look at the demon who was carrying  him, paused, and nodded. “A bottom.” She turned back and crouched  down to use her phone again, nothing a bottom could do to Etch. She  looked up and Jekori for a moment, looking him over, and than spoke up  “What you want tall ass, want my autograph or somethin?” Alas,  Etch was being carried under this demons arm, and he squirmed for a  bit but like grabbing a cat on the back of thier neck, just kinda  accepted this, he didint say anything though and he was mostly worried  that his skirt was too short and that he was flashing the entire world  right now. He may be disguised but he didnt get rid of his wang.  Regardless he spoke up eventually “Thanks… um… for something.”

 Oh and goggles and Collier were now chatting about the finer things in  life like hookers and booze.

SAIYAN:  Bowtie took a moment to look HP over. The dude voluntarily went into a  pile of debris. The boy was awfully filthy and who knows how much shit  he inhaled.

 “You sure you’re okay after that? We don’t want our resident  carrot to expire on us” she said to him.

 She cared about him, she really did, but she also loved giving him  shit too. She kids because she cares.

 Undershirt meanwhile, looked at Cami. She did have a point.

 “I know just as much as you do. I’m sure we’re going to get an  answer soon thought” he said with a smile.

 He then turned back to Shady as he was told that the air space was in  fact restricted.

 “Well there goes that plan. Well, now what? I guess we just wait for  them to let us in?” He asked him.

 He wasn’t really sure what the next step was for them. He hoped some  divine intervention would happen where the whole base would like, blow  up or something and then they can get in that way.

BRIT:  "Yeah, we were chasing that big fuckin ghost thing that showed up last  time. Turns out it's a Nephilim and it's gonna fuck us up if we don't  get rid of it." Jacket explained, nudging Camisol. He started at her a  moment. "You, uh, wanna borrow my jacket, lady?"  She looked cold, so he took it off and offered it to her.

 Sweater wiggled her butt and snagged the lolipop, popping it right  into her mouth and making contented "nyas."  "Thank you- nya!" She said, "Say, what's your name, pretty lady?"  She bat her eyelashes for emphasis.

 "Hey, Mayor!" Strappon called over to Shroud again, who regarded him  with very little attention. It didn't look like he was looking at  Strappon, either. More like in his direction. Who the fuck was he  looking at? Pay fucking attention, asshole. "Why don't we wager."

 Strappon was not a gambling man, but he felt he had some good stakes.

OSCARK9:  While they're waiting for orders to be heard by Shroud, G-Strings  gives out a quiet sigh of boredom. She turns her head at Dress Socks  with an expressionless look on her face "You know, Dress Socks?" She  finally speaks, "If we ever going to find that Nephilim, I would like  to get a little analysis of it." She said.

 "I know you do, G-Strings." He said, "But who knows how far it is or  how smart it is for a Nephilim. We never encounter in first hand.  Either way, we got to keep our guards up before it gets one of us or  our ally."

OMEGAPSYCHO:  Father Crucifix looked at Mong who was leaning on Boxer head. "It's  not a stupid book, it is the Bible and The Bible is the Word of God"  Father Crucifix said to Mong kind of pissed that he called his book  "Stupid" but he was calm and cool. "Please, don't call me Daddy"  Father Crucifix said look at Mong. "Who are you?" Boxer ask Mong not  knowing him but at this point he was bored and didn't care.

THESTARSTWILIGHT:  Cami eyed Jacket for a second, bewildered by his optimism. "Oh, it's  you again. Just keep the jacket, you're gonna need it in case shit  goes down. Especially if some weird ass nee-feel-um is around."  Despite her tone she was thankful that this kid offered her his  namesake and answered her questions.

  "So, that ghost thing is still round huh? Figures."

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Mary pouts and he crosses his arms, her personally loved the name.  Power puff was taken and he liked milk puns. "I like that name.." He  poked his teddy. " I like this group..I like my teddy and I like  Knittens." He said matter-of-factly. What a sweetie. Virgin Killer  giggled as the other wiggled her butt."No problem sugar.~"  She bowed  and kissed her hand. "The name's Virgin Killer. What's yours?" She  stood and rested her hands on her hips.

EMI:  "Who am I? Play your cards right, and I could be your ticket to a good  time~" Mong cooed, leaning closer to Crucifix. "You got some pretty  peepers there, like oceans of fire and brimstone. Reminds me o'  home..."

DJDEVIL:  "It fucking better because i wanna fight something and soon. And I  don't care much for where my fist lands." Ruka said, pounding his  fists together.

 Vest's long ears perked up at the sound of word 'wager.' He  immediately dropped his wrench and ran over to Strappon. "I heard  wager!" He exclaimed. Oh, how he loved a good gamble.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Jeokori sighs disappointed as he relinquished all social interactions  with Etc. Didn’t even tell him his name. Now he didn’t exactly  know what Chokki just said to him, he couldn’t exactly hear her very  well from his altitude. But he didn’t know that he didn’t like her  tone. Looking down at her, he gave a short snarl of annoyance. He  doesn’t care for most life forms of this planet, so to him this was  just more of a pet peeve. But that’s when he hears the word Nephilim  being tossed around like a common word. He was filled with  apprehension as he looks around, ears twitching as he tried to see if  it was near by. His fingers contorted to ensure that he could use his  claws to save his life. Due to the fact he couldn’t talk, it just  looked like he was freaking out for no reason. You could a low growl  permeate from his throat, he was really on edge. Look out, alien  starting to lose his shit. He grabbed Chokki, lifting her into the air  around 5 feet off the ground as he panics,  “Why are you acting like this any of your weakling ghosts?”

 Fascinator sighs, feeling a bit sorry. After all, not like these kids  know what the connotation was. Sighing,  “Sorry sorry, I’m just on edge. But listen, I’m Knitten’s  guardian, I’m responsible for him. So it’s my job to make sure  he’s safe. Understand why I’m trying to get him outta here?”  He motions to cluster fuck going on.

 Knittens scratches his head as he admits softly,  “Sorry Mary I gotta agree with Fasci, it’s not my cup of tea. But  what about something with Pocky?”  He grins, after all he loved that snack with a passion.

OMEGAPSYCHO:  "Okay..." Boxer said was confuse and i didn't know he was flirting  with him. "Well, Thank you. I have my mothers eyes and my fathers good  looks" Father Crucifix said a little prideful about it but not to  much. "Ummmm, so what are you doing here?" Boxer ask Mong again  starting to get all detective to get some answer out him.

KRO:  Hot Pants squints at Strappon. Why would a holy man bet? Was Strappon  ok? Maybe. He doesn't know, he's lethargic.

 Putting a whistle in his mouth, he blew into it and gestured for all  troops to be at ease. Everybody resumed as  normal, some troops  looking back at their computers while others propping up the  barricades that were pushed over. Then there were the poor saps that  had to dismantle the catapult over yonder. They were suffering because  they were debating on whose pants to steal to give this odd human.

 Hot Pants turned back to the Angels, catching their attention with a  few quick whistles, "Alright, you guys are allowed to walk around this  stronghold."  He put his helmet back on and muttered, "Cause I feel like shit's  about to go down..."  He walked over to Fascinator's small group, overhearing the man  voicing his concerns.

 "Hey dude? You could put your kid in one of our jeeps or let him hang  out with some of our scientists over there."

KRO:  Hairpin rolled his eyes at Ruka. Typical of low ranks. He smiled at  Bowtie, feeling a little special that she was genuinely worried for  him.

 "Listen, I know I can't really hold my own most of the time, but I'm  made of tougher shit than that. I'll live."

SOUP-KITTY:  Diadem placed the little girl down gently. "Are you okay? Was that  girl bothering you too much?" Diadem looked extremely concerned.                                                           Jong looked up, it  seems they were being let in? He was still frightened, and took hold  of headphones's hand again. If shit went down Headphones could  probably get them out of there fast, right? He didn't question it too  much, because the more he did the more concerned he got with the whole  idea. Either way, he was waiting for headphones to start moving  forward.

TORIBIRDSEED:  Chokki squeaked when she was lifted off the ground, her hair waving  around a bit, she looked at the alien. “I Aint Actin like shit big  boy! Do you fucking know who I am! I am Chokki! World renound Idol and  queen to all who follow me!” She didint seem to mind the fact she  was being picked up rather that he picked her up without knowing who  she was. She crossed her arms and legs “I'll fucking order your  death if you don't drop me this instant you clown!” She clenched her  teeth and was pointing fingers at the other, taking her glasses off to  make sure there other could see her eyes, which were a deep shade of  red, constrasting her blue and purple outfit. “I don't care what you  are, compared to you I am a god, The world trembled before the name  Chokki!” She pauses, and thinks about this a little more “Unless I  mean your looking for fun, in which case im free” Now shes jsut  being two faced. Etch spoke up to Diadem politely “Oh um… thats my  chaperone, she takes me outside and stuff when Maxi Skirt thinks ive  been in my room for too long… Shes famous!”

 Collier and Goggles both got up and were happy to say they could now  wander. Goggles quickly summoned her weapon and began walking around  alone, hoping somebody might join her or piss her off. Collier was  less interested and was just looking for somebody to offer a job to or  something.

BRIT:  Jacket chuckled and scratched his cheek sheepishly.  "Welcome, babe." He said, giving her a thumbs up.  He looked around at Duster and the others who had been standing around  awkwardly. Duster seemed to be adjusting uncomfortably, but Strappon  stood with a steely resolve. He looked back and leaned in at Camisole.  "You know, I think that guy with the scarf is staring at everybody.  It's like I can feel his _eyes_ on us all. Staring into our very  souls."  He shuddered for emphasis.

 Shroud turned to Strappon and handed the clipboard back to Amulet, who  regarded the Angels with annoyance.  "Wager. Like you have anything we'd be interested in." The Mayor said,  adjusting his scarf a bit, "But I suppose I can humor you. What is  it?"

 Strappon stood tall and crossed his arms.  "We play a game. Your choice." He said, holding one finger up, "If we  win, you let us in to track down our target. If you win, we leave you  alone. _Forever._"

EMI:  "Get lost, kid. The adults are talkin here." Mong bumped Boxer away  with his hip. "So, how about you and I forget about this place and I  take you to our own personal Heaven, eh?"  He purred, drawing circles on his chest and pressing his body up  against the priest.

OSCARK9:  Hearing what Hot Pants say to the rest of the Angels, Gloves and  Sapphire was at ease, but not too ease. Since the Nephilim is still  out there, they keep close to the Angels and the Lethocs. On the  bright side, they won't be shoot or get a ticket.

THESTARSTWILIGHT:  "No shit Sherlock" Cami said to Jacket as she stepped back from him.  Shroud really wasn't good at making himself seem less suspicious.  "Also, don't touch me again. I _do not_ do physical contact."

SOUP-KITTY:  Diadem's concerned face turned apologetic. "Oh. Oh h*CK. I'm so so  sorry I  didnt know she was watching over you I just thought she was  being really rude and. I'm an idiot." Diadem spoke almost too fast to  keep up, it didn't help that he had an accent. He promptly held etch's  hand and started walking back, apologizing the whole way there.  "What's your name anyway?" He asked. Confused as to why a child was  there in the first place.

BRIT:  Sweater all but squeeled at the kiss on her hand, wiggling a little  more.  "Nya-nya! My name's Sweater! Nice to meet you Virgin Killer~" She  replied. "Hey, hey! Looks like the Angels just made a wager-nya."

 "MONG." Fundoshi called from behind the lines, his voice loud enough  to cause birds to fly away, "Get your slut ass over here, we're  _working._"  He was fucking pissed.  "Stop flirting with _servants of God._"

 Jacket backed off from Cami and cleared his throat.  "Oh, oh sorry." He said, waving his hands defensively, "I've got  friends like that!"

SAIYAN:  A voice rang out and told the guards to stand down. Finally, something  gave as the angels were allowed to enter.  “Jesus, finally” Undershirt said as they now wandered around the  base.  He and his sister took a moment to look around at the place. Looked  pretty sweet if he was being honest. I guess the tax dollars were  going to good use.  Meanwhile Bowtie laughed to herself at HP’s comments.

 “Yeah I guess you’re right. You kind of have to be with the  threats and other stuff you deal with every day. You know I’m just  looking out for you. Lord knows someone has to do it” She said,  continuing to laugh.

OWLIE:  A game? Sneakers thought. They want to wager it with a game?  Regardless, if it means they won't be peppered by bullets, then so be  it.

 Monocle and Polo stared at each other in confusion.

 Circlet, in her disguise, observed the people around her, as per  usual, they are annoying as fuck.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Mary frowns and he nods. He toys with his shorts a little bit,"It's  okay.." He gives the other a little smile. "Um..if you want to we  can..but what do you play with pocky?" He raised a brow.      Virgin  smirked and raised a brow. "Oh really now? Well its good to know I  won't fuck up my nails.~"

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Jeokori just blinked. He was just being screamed at, he didn’t ask  for this. Noticing that the barricade was opening, he flung her. Yeah  just flick of the wrist flings. He really doesn’t care like, at all.  He just made sure that she wouldn’t die. He was the first to start  walking through, eyes sharpened.  Headphones noticed that the gates were opening, and thus picked up  Jong. Maybe it’ll make him feel safer. He tries to soothe Jong,  “Listen the worse case scenario you get brain damage.”  Wow. He sucks at that.  Fascinator sighs,  “Thanks Hot Pants, you’re a-“  Knittens knew what was happening and grabbed Mary Janes, bolting past  the barricade. He wanted to be apart of the action not stuck  somewhere. He shouts,  “RUUUUUN!!”  Fascinator’s looks like was going to faint, and stumbled a bit when  he asked,  “Okay, so I’m not high and he actually went in didn’t he?”

THESTARSTWILIGHT:  Turning away from Jacket for a second, she shouted over to Strappon  "__What on Earth are you doing?__ You don't go around making bets like  that! Especially if I'm involved. That's a sure fire way to lose!"

 She then realized Jacket was probably waiting for a response. "Oh  right. Thanks I guess. I'd say we should team for the whatever this  game is but that'd be a disservice to... well pretty much anyone I  teamed with."

OMEGAPSYCHO:  "Hey!" Boxer said angrily as looks at Mong. Father Crucifix didn't  know what to do, he has never been flirted or be hit on before in his  life. "Well, you see i'm a Virgin so i don't think this old man is  good in the bed..." Father Crucifix said as he was sweating a little  and when he look at Fundoshi when he called Mong. Oh Thank, God he was  save this pure guy. "AH! Your a Virgin" Boxer laugh a little at Father  Crucifix then get BIBLE CHOP in the head. "Your a Virgin too, Fool"  Father Crucifix said as Boxer had big bump on his head and face in the  ground.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Mary squeaked when the other started running. He looks back at  Sneakers and he waves a little bit while being carried. "SNEAKERS  C'MON BRO!" This was definatly exciting.

OSCARK9:  Both over heard what Strappon said to the Absolut on a wager and it  made them grin widely. "It sound like a crazy wager." He said,  crossing his arms. "I like it."

OWLIE:  Polo suddenly reappeared next to Jacket and Camisole, "You know, one  shouldn't be pessimistic, being positive will make you do things  better--" He was interrupted by Monocle who pulled him by the ear.

 Sneakers saw Mary, he nodded and decided to followed suit.

BRIT:  Amulet laughed at Strappon's offer, a hearty and mocking laughter.

 "Fine by me." Shroud said simply. Amulet nearly choked on his laugh  and started coughing.

 "WHAT!?" He spat.

 "I said fine." Shroud repeated before crossing his arms, "The notion  of you leaving us alone is far too good to pass up. We have work to  do, finding these ghosts."

 "Then choose a sport." Strappon said. He was smug.

 Shroud looked around at the demons around him, then at the Angels. He  pointed to Jacket.

 "You." He said. "You pick something."

 Jacket blinked and looked around at everyone else. He then grinned  widely and put his hands on his hips.  "Kickball!" He said proudly.

 Strappon wilted a little, but remained calm. Well, it was a sport. He  guessed.

DJDEVIL:  Helmet sniffled as he watched his mighty roman catapult get torn down.  He worked so hard on it's construction and to see dismantled broke his  holy heart. "Woe is me!" He exclaimed, falling onto his knees.

 Vest's eyes widened at this bet. "Hot damn, partner! That's one hell  of a wager. And a reckless one at that. The kind an old friend of mine  would make." He commented, leaning against the barrier.

 Ruka, already bored with this nerd, decided to find someone else to  talk to/torture. He spotted Criclet and walked over her. "Well, don't  you look like a ray of sunshine?" He said sarcastically taking another  sip from his bottle.

KRO:  Shades grabbed on to Strappon's shoulder, turning the priest around,  "I think you may wanna rethink our part of that wager..."

 Letting Demons get away with stuff? That was concerning and he was  wondering if Hot Pants shaking the guy ended up doing some damage.

 Hot Pants looked in the direction the kids ran off and and shrugged.  "They'll be fine. Not like they'll get their hands on weaponry when  it's either locked up or in the hands of our personnel."

OWLIE:  "Uh, yea, especially you have to deal with the likes of them," Circlet  said pointing to Monocle and Polo.

 "What's that for?" Polo complained, Monocle remained quiet, a deadly  look in his eye, as he pointed to Ruka and Vest with Circlet.

 "Oh... /That/",said Polo, hatred mixing in his voice.

THESTARSTWILIGHT:  "Why shouldn't I be pessimistic?" Camisole began to rant, her face  getting all red, "Everything I try ends in disaster, I'm always caught  in a disaster, I fell from a stupid disaster, and I am a disaster. If  you could give a face to bad luck, I'd be that fucking face. In this  game my sandals going to fly off and hit someone or I break my ankle  or something else stupid because that's how it always goes."

EMI:  Mong flinched at the all-too-familiar shout from behind him. His hand  slipped onto Father Crucifix's cross and he let out a yelp as it  burned him. He quickly withdrew and shook his hand.

 "Ooouf... What fuckin' a bone-kill..." He whined. "I AM WORKIN'" He  shouted back at Fundoshi. Just because Fundoshi had a different  definition for "working" doesn't mean he wasn't. Jeez.

SOUP-KITTY:  Despite the brain damage comment, Jong felt pretty safe. What was  concerning was the mention of kickball. What the fuck was a kickball?  The only balls he knew of were attached to someone else. Being  homeschooled had caught up with him once more. Maybe he can flirt his  way out of this one? Or maybe he'd be allowed to sit it out. Who knows  at this point. He sighed.       Diadem brought the little girl back to  the loud one, who had been flung somewhere. He apologized again, and  then walked away as fast as he could.

OSCARK9:  While both of the disguse demons are grining in joy of the wager.  Gloves notice that the Lethocs tore the catapult down and seeing  Helment on his knees. In time of need, he walks over to him and giving  him little comfort. "I'm sorry for your lost, sir." He said while  patting his back. "Don't worry, you can always make a another one back  at the Abbey." He smiles a little. (Hopefully the higher ups can let  him.) He thought to himself.

 While Sapphire from afar was seeing him giving Helment comfort. It  still make her blush to see him pantless.

BRIT:  Jacket seemed proud of himself as he looked between Cami and Polo.  "You guys ready for some sports?" He asked, excited. He blinked as  Polo regarded the demons beyond the barrier. "We can kick their  asses!"

 Shroud turned to his demons calmly, his gaze remaining on the Angels  for longer before turning to them completely.

 "Let's set the place up for some kickball, then." He said. Fundoshi  gave a look of confusion before moving off to set up a makeshift field  for them, with slats of debris as bases and a mound for the middle.

OMEGAPSYCHO:  "WHAT!?" Father Crucifix shouted as he heard all of that Gambling on  everything in a Game of Children which is Kickball. "YAY!" Boxer  shouted in joy as they were going to play a children game you would  play at School. Boxer runs over to Strappon and raises his hand like  child would do. "PICK ME! I GOT A GOOD KICK!" Boxer said very  excitedly as he know wants to play Kickball. Father Crucifix faceplams  as he watches Boxer being a Child.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Too late Hot Pants, Fascinator’s was on the ground hyperventilating.  He was panicking, first he heard whispers about a rampaging thing and  now he’s lost the kid he was suppose to protect. His family would  annex him if anything happened to Knittens. This was one of his worst  fears coming into reality. Looking like a dying man he whispers,  “Feed my pets when I’m gone Hot Pants.”

 Headphones quieted his eyes,  “Was that the game where you kick each other in the nuts until  someone backs down cause I can win that.”  He clicked his pointy heels to emphasize that.

 Knittens was panting,  - [ ] “We can totally find this ghost, right? Then we can show  everyone that we’re nothing to trifle with, yeah?”  - [ ] Slowing down to stop to catch his breath, he looks around to see  that they were still with the crowd but lost sight of Fascinator.

SAIYAN:  Undershirt and Wristband looked inquisitively at Shroud. Kickball?  What the hell?

 “Well no matter what it is, I’ll definitely win for sure!”  Undershirt said out loud.

 “Yeah there’s no way we can lose!” Wristband confirmed.  Even Bowtie was confused. She couldn’t really believe that he said  that.

 “Uh, sir, with all due respect, don’t you think this is a  little…childish?” she asked him as politely as she could.

OWLIE:  "Shit." Monocle said, flashbacking to his good old days in heaven.  Kickball was not pretty for him, especilly if it was mixed with  bullies.

 Polo seemed very excited though. He kept bouncing about, ready to  play.

DJDEVIL:  Ruka looked to where Circlet pointed and his expression became more  pissed off. "I feel you. Especially when it comes to the goofy-eyed  fucker. I was close to getting some vengeance but i got fucked over by  his boyfriend and that old fuck over here." He said with a slight  growl, pointing towards Father Crucifix.

 "Alrighty, let's get started then!" Vest said as he went over to help  Fundoshi set up.

 Meanwhile, tears were pouring Helmet's namesake over the death of his  catapult.

SOUP-KITTY:  Diadem made his way over to Bowtie, standing quietly behind her. He  had wasted enough time on his anti-bullying crusade, which clearly was  just a big misunderstanding. He overheard that they were playing  kickball? He stayed quiet and listened, not that he could say anything  anyway, the higher-ups were talking. It was better to just shut up and  ask questions later.

THESTARSTWILIGHT:  Looked like Cami didn't have an option to play or not as Jacket pretty  much was gonna force her to whether she liked it or not. "Why did I  even bother to come..." she muttered. At the very least, she took off  her high platform sandals so they wouldn't trip her or fly off. This  left her standing in ash and broken glass, but honestly she'd rather  be injured than ruin the game more than she already would. Her tiny, 5  foot stature was left in all it's glory without anything propping her.  up

  "So, what order we doing and who's starting? If we're gonna do this  might as well get this over with.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Mary rubs Knitten's back and he nods. He pats Sneakers shoulder and he  perks up. " We can kick that Nephi-somethin-something's butt. And  we'll look awesome doing it! But let's rest a little bit, cause you  guys need it."

KRO:  Hairpin went to his husband's side, patting the man on his back.  "Listen, I know your gag reflex is terrible, but don't die on me."

 Hot Pants was shit at consoling other people. He didn't know what to  do and called on a unit to help Fascinator up on his feet.  "Listen dude, they're gonna be fine. This place isn't too big."

 Seeing Fundoshi set up the court, he tossed his weapon to yet another  unit and instructed them to store it away.

 "I'll be right back, I gotta help out and make some bleachers."  He removed his helmet once more and blew on his whistle to gather  other soldiers. They quickly constructed a small set of bleachers and  some units were already sitting on in anticipation for the game. Some  were even betting.

BRIT:  "It was the wager." Shroud explained to Bowtie, "Would you rather play  a sport with rules or deal with a bunch of roudy Angels screaming at  us from behind a barrier all day?"

 Fundoshi looked at the array of Demons and Angels with disdain. He had  confidence, so long as they picked the right team.

 Jacket pumped his fist into the air and turned to Polo, Monocle, and  Cami.  "Hey, hey! Let's help everyone pick teams! C'mon, Sir Strap! We gotta  come up with a team of six and a name, right?"

 Strappon turned to his Angels and gestured them in.  "Alright, Angels. We've got to prove ourselves." He said, "We only  have one chance at this, but I believe we can do this. After all, you  chaps have stupid luck, correct?"

SAIYAN:  Bowtie waited for Shroud’s response as a new twink made an  appearance next to her.

 “Oh hey there, are you new? I don’t recognize you. My name’s  Bowtie, what’s yours?” She asked the newbie.  Suddenly Shroud spoke his words and Bowtie stepped back a bit. For  someone so short he could be intimidating and commanding for sure.

 “Yes sir, you’re right! I’m sorry for doubting you” she said,  trying to portray how sorry she really was.

OWLIE:  "That's sound's great, Sneakers admitted, running around is great, but  really not his style, he began to reach for his book, but he suddenly  reminded himself that he has no book right now.

 Hearing Strappon, Polo cheered, "Yeah!"

 Monocle narrowed his eyes, "What? Polo, slow down--"

 "Slow down?" Polo said, thinking it was a time to make a stupid joke,  "That's not what you said last nigh--" He was punched in the arm. He  groaned in pain.

OMEGAPSYCHO:  "YEAH!" Boxer shouted to Strappon response. Father Crucifix step up  before the Angels and clear his voice. "Angels! I think we should all  hold hands and pray to God!" Father Crucifix call out hoping to get  everyone attention. "Also, praying helps out get all the negativity  out" Father Crucifix pointed out. Boxer just wanted to play Kickball.

THESTARSTWILIGHT:  Upon hearing the teams would be 6v6, Cami regretted taking her shoes  off. "Wait, so I might _not_ have to play? Thank God." Then again,  nobody knew who was being picked yet nor who was picking. _What if  it's the demons picking?_ she thought to herself. She might not hate  demons that much, but it was still a competition and they would pick  whoever would be the absolute worst to pick.

DJDEVIL:  After about another a few minutes of crying, Helmet wiped his namesake  and stood up. "You're right, Ser Gloves. I can always build another.  Now, let's resume our hunt! DEUS VULT!" He exclaimed, pulling out his  sword before noticing the kickball game being set up. "Ummm, did I  miss something?" he asked, confused.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Virgin Killer snickers,"Kick ball huh? I have no balls so this should  be absolutely marvellous~!" She cracked her knuckles and crunched down  on the lollipop in her mouth, shattering it. "Ooo..wonder if we're  allowed to cheerlead.." A smirk grew on the neon hoe's face. Mary on  the other hand was a little less excited. He knew this would get his  clothes dirty real quick and running were needles are perfectly hidden  wasn't his cup of tea. "Where do you guys think it's going?"

OSCARK9:  "Well... he said that we're going to be in 6 v 6 of kickball." He  answers Helment question, "We should go and be with the rest of the  groups, before they start without us." He stands up and walk with the  rest of the Angels.

 Sapphire was with the group and fist pump her right fist in the air  and yells, "Yeah! Let's kick some ass!" She said, cheerfully.

BRIT:  "We're not going to pray." Strappon said to Father Crucifix, "We don't  need to. We're going against Demons. I know God is on our side because  She gave me this idea."

 He reached into his pocket to reveal a piece of paper that simply said  'compete.' He had a big grin about that- his trump card.

 Jacket jumped around for joy a little.  "I cant't believe I had such a good idea!"

 "It'll... Work." Strappon sighed.

 Duster leaned in to the group more.  "Sports. Of course its sports. Demons like order." He grumbled, "We  have to have some sort of strategy."

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Fascinator sniffed, nodding as he stands up. Wiping the I’m going to  die tears from his eyes he tried to smile,  “I hope so… Why does he have to be the spawn of Satan?”  He looks at the upcoming game of kickball and asks,  “… When did is this turn into middle school? Cause I don’t wanna  go back into puberty. It was awful, and that’s all aim willing to  talk about🇧🇷🇨🇼  He sits onto the bleachers before starting to bet with the other  soldiers. He’s got 30 bucks on demons, better fucking win. He was  more just gonna cheer people on, but also hope that he isn’t losing  30 bucks. He  asks Hot Pants,  “You bettin?”  Actin like he doesn’t have a gambling problem.

 Knittens began coughing violently, chest burning. He couldn’t stop  as he kept trying to breath. Almost choking on air, he tried hard just  to focus on moving air into his lungs.  “N-Not sure-“  He was interrupted as he bent over, in pain.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Mary starts to panic and he opens up his teddy bear, rummaging through  it. He takes out his black inhaler and he hands it. "K-kn-knittens  this might help."

OMEGAPSYCHO:  "Oh, i did not know that..." Father Crucifix said as he goes back into  line. Boxer was excited and really now want to play kickball. "FATHER  STRAPPON! PICK ME!" Boxer shouted as he raises his hand like child and  jumping around too. "Boxer, please calm down" Father Crucifix said as  he takes drink of rum from his flask. "But i want to play Kickball!"  Boxer whined for he wanted something to do. "Then let Brother Strappon  choose" Father Crucifix calmly said as he waits for Strappon to pick.  "Fine..." He sighs as  he waits for Strappon to choose.

SOUP-KITTY:  "My name's Diadem. And I guess I'm new, I just moved here from Russia  and somehow ended up in this job?" Diadem smiled at Bowtie.

BRIT:  "Nah nah, I'm Team Captain!" Jacket said, "And I _know_ who I'm gonna  pick!"

 He looked around at the rest of the Angels with a face of  consideration, his grin was too big to hide.

 "Okay! I pick Cami, Gloves, Undershirt, Polo aaaaaand..." He looked  around for one more person, pointing at Jong "You over yonder with the  short shorts!"  He seemed proud of himself.

 Strappon looked over at Shades and Undershirt, restless and tired.  Well, he couldn't _disagree._

 Meanwhile on the other side of the field, the Demons had assembled in  a more orderly fashion as Fundoshi and Shroud looked them over.

 "Okay, out of all of you, I will choose those who I feel are most fit  for this." He said, looking at the list of participants, "Out of this  crew that showed today, I pick..."

 He sighed.

 "Mong, Rukavitsa, Sweater, and Circlet." He started, "And since we're  short, I'm going to have to pick Hairpin and Mankini."

 Shroud adjusted his scarf subtly, but there was some sort of  indication that's how Hairpin ended up on the team.

THESTARSTWILIGHT:  As Jacket started to pick Camisole immediately started to shake her  head. _Don't you dare. Don't you dare. Don't you dare._

 "I pick Cami..."

 "FUCK" she yelled out, slamming her foot to the ground so hard the  thump could be heard by anyone. Hopefully there wasn't any glass  there, otherwise it would be jammed in harder "Jacket... why? What did  I just tell you about not picking me?" She looked like she was gonna  cry tears of pure rage and confusion.

OWLIE:  "Oh Yes!" Polo said, delighted he was picked.

 "Oh," Monocle suddenly sighed with relief, at least he wwasn't picked  for that dreadful game. He smiled at Polo and kissed him on the cheek,  "Good luck, Pols,"

 Circlet scoffed and yelled, "Ha! Gaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy!"

 Sneakers cheered, "Good luck Angels!"

KRO:  Lethocs units passing buy stopped at the scene of children on the  ground. This was certainly out of the ordinary but one kid looked like  he was having a medical emergency. As more adults gathered around,  some field medics finally came in and took Knittens to get checked at.  A cadet stayed behind with Mary Janes, consoling the child and  reaffirming that everything will be fine.

 Hairpin squinted at Fundoshi, like his entire ancestry had been  offended. Sighing, he reached for his arm and popped it off and threw  it a distance away.  "Oh would you look at that, some ghost influenced me to throw my very  /valuable/ arm into the rubble. But hey I tag in my kid, he's good.  Armlet, sweetheart!"

 All of a sudden a mound of dirt had a hole through it as a small child  plowed through it.  "I'm here!" he yelled.

EMI:  Mong, now on the correct side of the field, grinned ear to ear and  saluted at Fundoshi.  "I won't let you down, buddy! I'm an expert with ball-games! It's on  my resume!"

 Mankini had been silent this whole time just actually working. He  stopped what his pencil snapped when his name was called.  "Wait, what!? Now is /hardly/ the time for games! Angels are /blessed  with good luck/, you moron!" He snapped.

SAIYAN:  Bowtie was kind of surprised at where Diadem was from. He did have the  accent for sure.

 “Jeez man, you came all the way over here? I mean I can see why, the  weather is much nicer but man that’s a trek.” She said to him.

 “Hell yeah boys! Let’s go!” Undershirt said happily as he heard  his name be called!

 There was no way they could lose now. It was a big mistake to allow  him to compete. At least that’s what he thought.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Virgin scowled when she heard the name Gloves. Fucker burned her gucci  purse. She holds the edge of her sweater and she grinds her teeth,  mumbling cuss words. "Stupid god damn cock juggling thunder cunt!"  Woah. Mary was sniffling and crying, poor baby. He hugs the cadet and  quietly wishes the angels good luck.

SOUP-KITTY:  Jong looked surprised, why would they want him to play? This seemed  like a whole lot of trouble to go through. "I guess this is what I'm  doing now." Jong was let go by headphones, and started walking over to  where the team was assembled. With one last glance back, he smiled and  waved at headphones. Today is definitely a long day.

OSCARK9:  With a surprise on Gloves face for Jacket picking him, it made him  grin widely in joyment. "Alright!" He said as he gives Jacket a thumps  up. "I won't let you and our team down!" He looks at the other teams  that was pick out. "Y'ALL! STAY DETERMINED!" He yells with joyment.

 Sapphire was sad that she didn't pick, but it best to cheer them on  from afar. "Good luck, Gloves!" He said, happily.

 He turns his head to her and gave her a thumps up.

OMEGAPSYCHO:  "OH COME ON!" Boxer shouts as he wasn't picked. "I'M STRONG AND FAST!"  He shouted more as he was getting angry like child would. Poor Boxer.  "Boxer, please calm do-" Father Crucifix was about to say until Boxer  punch a wall making it cracked. "BOXER!" Father Crucifix shouted as  Boxer did that. "IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT FAIR!" Boxer  repented as he punches the wall. Father Crucifix grab the young mans  ear. "You are acting like a Child! This is not how Angels act!" Father  Crucifix scold Boxer for what he did which kind of calm down Boxer.  "Are you done?" Father Crucifix said as he look at him with serious  eyes. "Yes..." Boxer said looking down now sad that he didn't get to  play. "Would you Father want you to act like that?" Father Crucifix  ask him again. "No..." Boxer replied. "Then Stop this foolish  behavior!" Father Crucifix said as he let go of his ear. "I'm sorry,  Father..." Boxer said sadly as he rubs his ear. "I forgive because you  still learning to become a Adult and to control your anger" Father  Crucifix said as he set down and watches the game.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Knittens reaches out, but his throat was so agitated that when he bent  over again to hack out his lungs, a bit of vomit cane up. Tears  streamed out of his eyes as he tried to control his breathing but no  luck. He was holding his throat as he coughed uncontrollably. Every so  often he was able to suck in a breath but that was gone by the next  coughing fit. He was gripping the ground as he knelt down. Then was  taken away by the medics, where Fascinator noticed the commotion.  Noticing that Knittens was in pain, he pulled out the boy’s inhaler.  Telling them who he was and the situation, he used the medication onto  his cousin and the coughing seemed to cease. Breathing hard Knittens  was brought to get further evaluation. Fascinator followed suite to  make sure he was okay, but they assured him that he’ll be fine and  they’ll get him once they make sure everything was okay. Fascinator  slumped down into the bleachers as he began to violently berate  himself for not being there. He even started to tear up.

 Headphones cheered on for Jong,  “I’ll be cheering for you on the side lines you’ll do great!  Kick those fuckers in the nuts!”  Headphones that’s not how the game works. He waves back and claps,  grinning from the bleachers.

BRIT:  Shroud watched the Angels and Demons assemble with much more interest  than he had in the past. He had his eyes locked on /someone/, but no  one was sure who. Amulet seemed a little nervous about that fact.

 "Sir, don't you think we should concentrate on finding the Nephilim?"  He whispered to Shroud, who simply waved him off.

 "I want to see this for myself." He said, "I'm interested in someone,  here."

 Amulet clutched his clipboard and bit his lip slightly. Something  wasn't good. He glanced over at Bowtie for a moment.

 Fundoshi stared at Hairpin deadass.  "You'll offer your own son." He said, like he was in disbelief.

 Jacket simply laughed at Cami's reaction.

 "You'll do fine! Now get in there and make us proud!" He said, doing  some Sidon-esque motion, "We're heroes! We'll save the world with our  skills! Right? Never give up!"

 He posed. Ultraman style.

EMI:  "Savage." Mong whispered.

 Mankini clicked his pen agressively, being ignored. He wrote a while  report on the things that the Demon Sisters' failures and now it  seemed he needed to start reporting for /theirs/.

SAIYAN:  Bowtie excused herself from Diadem as her eyes locked with Amulet's  for a moment and then saw what was happening down below.

 “Excuse me one moment!” She said as she slid herself over to  Amulet.

 “So…This could get pretty ugly” she said as she glanced at  Shroud and then back to Amulet.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Mary wipes his eyes and notices Fascinator slumped on the bleachers.  He moves away from the cadet and over to the distraught adult. He sits  next to Fasci and he rubs his back, resting his fluffy haired head on   the others shoulder. "M..mr.Fascinator..? He's gonna be okay..he's a  tough cookie..I know that for sure.." Mary looked at Sneakers and  motioned for him to sit with them.

DJDEVIL:  Vest sighed with relief when his name didn't get picked and sat on the  bleachers.

 Helmet did as well, holding up a large sign that said "DEUS VULT" on  it.

 "Alright, let's knock birdbrains into the fucking dirt!!!" Ruka  exclaimed with a sharp tooth grin and made his way to the home base  and readied himself to kick. The perpetually gleeful and frankly  annoying angel pitches the ball, he kicks it, then bolts like a viper  to first base.

OWLIE:  Sneakers moved to the bleachers and sat down with Mary and Fascinator.  He tried to say something but no words came out of his mouth, so he  just intently watched the angels and demons.

KRO:  Hairpin threw up his hand as he went to retrieve his arm, "Don't worry  about the kid! He's a bloodthirsty little shit anyways, he'll live."

 Armlet crossed his arms, offended that Fundoshi doesn't trust him.  "Wow, you're a rude old man. You see me train with your girlfriend, I  can handle myself."

HITA:  Seemingly popping up out of nowhere, Tiara gazed at the field over  HP's shoulder, curious about the situation.  Did Meema really just tag  in her blind brother?  Was she gonna have to smack her Meema?  Probably not.

 "So is Mister No-Face Grumpyguts McGee being weird and making us play  sports like school says?  Can I dump a barrel of hot sauce on him?  Doesn't he know school is bad?"  Coming from a home schooled child  with a fondness for dragons that could barely read, she was pretty  sure she was right.  Either way, she waved at Armlet enthusiastically.   "Good LUCK ARMLET!!!!"

OMEGAPSYCHO:  Boxer was looking down still sad that he didn't play, Father Crucifix  pats him on the back. "It's Okay, sometimes people don't get to be the  star of the spotlight" Father Crucifix said as he pats Boxer. "I know  but..." Boxer said as he was about to tear up. "Hey, how about you  cheer on your friends? They need all the help they can get" Father  Crucifix said to try to find another way for Boxer to cheer up.  "Alright!" Boxer said as he feels a little better and focus on  cheering his friends on. "GO! EVERYONE! YOU CAN KICK THESE DEMONS  ASS!" Boxer cheered for his friends as he finally forgot about wanting  to be pick. Father Crucifix smiles as he get out his flask and takes a  drink of his rum, he was doing a great job of being Boxer care taker.

BRIT:  Amulet lowered his voice further.  "You're not kidding. We need to distract him somehow." He whispered,  his eyes flicking to the clearly concentrated Absolute. His gaze  locked on the field.

 Jacket screamed as his ball was kicked away.  "Damn it, oh well, first one!" He called over to the rest of them.  "Get him! Stop him from tagging base, Cami!"

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Call it genetics or whatever, but like Knittens, Fascinator has a  knack for always trying to cheer people up. He started to laugh,  grinning,  “Ofcourse! I knew Knittens ever since he was born! He fell down a  flight of stairs as a baby and he was fine! Thick skull. I was there  when he lost his tooth at his hockey championship, and he kept playing  even when he was bleeding from his mouth! He’s gonna… He’s gonna  be fine.”  It seems he said the last part for himself as he leans back to watch  the game. He cheers,  “C’mon demons I want to win a bet!!!”

 Headphones whistles,  “YOU LOOK LIKE A 10/10 JONG KNOCK EM DEAD!”  He made an okay sign as he cheers on the boy. He didn’t know why but  he felt a little attached to Jong, and not even by his hair now.

THESTARSTWILIGHT:  By some miracle Camisole actually managed to catch the ball. "What.  What." She just stood there with the ball in her hands dumb founded.  ".... I. Just. _How_?" She immediately stopped once she realized who  she got out. "Guess I'm not dead now huh?"

 She tossed the ball back to Jacket, only to hit him square in the  face. "Must have been a flook" she muttered.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Mary giggles a little bit and rubs the back of his neck, "Holy cow I  had no idea he was that tough. You sure he's not half rubber boy?" He  kids and he turns to Sneakers, "You alright..? You seem really quite."  He squishes the other kid's cheeks around with his hands. "Say you're  a guppy, Sneaks."

DJDEVIL:  Ruka stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Cami catch the ball and he  was not happy about that. He gave her a long and very scary death  stare before turning around and walking back to the bleachers. The  first fucking kick and he got out. Ruka was fucking fuming.

BRIT:  Jacket was hit in the face, but he merely stumbled a little. Ball made  an extremely distressed noise and uncurled, stumbling.  "Oi, good arm!" He called to Cami.

 He then rolled his shoulder with a wide grin as Mong approached the  plate.  "Gonna wreck your shit, spikey!" He called over to him. He picked up  Pincushion- er, I mean the ball, and tossed it as hard as he could at  Mong.

KRO:  Hairpin pet Tiara calm as she climbed all over him.  "There will be a time and place for that but today is not that day."

 Either way he grabbed his arm from a pile of rubble and sensed a  disturbance in the force. All of a sudden he was back in the field and  became the referee.  "YOU'RE OUT!" He called out. Rest in pieces Ruka.

EMI:  Mong got up to plate and readied his stance. He eyed Jacket like a  madman until he pitched.  Immediately, he slammed his foot into the poor "ball" and kicked it  straight up into the air, giving the field a pretty good view of under  his kilt, and then kicked it right back into Jacket's face.

 Mong blinked.  "Oh, uh... He caught it..."

OSCARK9:  "ALRIGHT!" He said as runs over to the 2nd base and covering it for  the team, not actually covering it, just standing next to it.

OMEGAPSYCHO:  "GO JACKET, GO GLOVES, AND GO POLO!" Boxer cheered them on, he was  like a mad fan at Football Game which made Father Crucifix chuckles as  he was enjoying the game. "How you feeling now?" Father Crucifix ask  Boxer with small smile on his face. "I'm feeling good!" Boxer said  with smile. "That's Good to hear"

OMEGAPSYCHO:  *Father Crucifix said with smile on his face but go the chills when  Mong got on the Plate.

BRIT:  Shroud had hardened his stare at the field. The grip on his hands had  tightened immensely.

 Jacket had to pry Pincushion off his face this time, as she had clung  to him so hard he actually fell over. He managed to yank her off.  "Man, I'm sorry little ball but you gotta co-operate!" He said as he  tucked the poor thing back into a ball form. He looked up to see  Sweater donning the plate with the cutest fierce face she could  muster.

 "Nya-nya! I won't let anyone down!" She called to the demons in the  stands with a wave before giving Jacket her game face.

 Jacket grinned and spun his arm around to wind up the toss, throwing  the ball hard.

 Sweater kicked the ball as hard as she could and broke out into a run,  taking off toward first base with as much vigor as she could.

THESTARSTWILIGHT:  Camisole, upon seeing Sweater move, dashed towards the ball. It had  hit the ground already, but she picked it up and tagged Sweater before  she made it to 1st base. She had managed to step in some broken glass  and was inspecting it, dropping the ball to the ground.

 "I'll deal with this in the morning". She simply pulled out a bandange  from her shorts pockets and slapped it on her foot. Pincushion ran  back to Jacket for the next play.

DJDEVIL:  Vest watched as the game went on, but then he felt a sudden jolt  through his body then an itch. It was The Urge. The Urge To Shop. Why  here? Why now? Because habits are a bitch to break. Dashing his eyes  left and right, he looked for something to steal.

 Helmet blasted crusader music from a boombox he had for some reason as  the demons struck out. "GOD IS WITH US, BROTHERS AND SISTERS!" He  shouted, waving the sign around like a madman.

SAIYAN:  Bowtie nodded her head at Amulet. Amulet had the right idea for sure  but how?

 “Yeah probably, but how?” she asked him. “He’s very fixated on  this right now, and I don’t wanna get in his bad side.”

 They were stuck in bad situation.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Virgin killer whistled as Sweater ran. Her tail moved about excitedly.  "Go Sweater!" She watches cami step on the glass and she smirked,  licking her lips.  "What a pretty shade.." Virgin gripped the  bleachers and cheered. "Bleed baby bleed!"

Suddenly a giant finger pops out of the ground, without warning either.

THESTARSTWILIGHT:  "__Of fucking course, the one time I do something good it has to go  wrong.__" Camisole immediately put her shoes back on and took out her  weapon just in case. Who knew what this was? Whatever it is though, it  doesn't look happy.

OWLIE:  "What the--" Polo said, looking up the sky.

 "/uh, a bhuíochas, buille faoi thuairim mé.../" Sneakers replied to  Mary through squished cheeks, not realizing he slipped into his irish  mode.

EMI:  Mankini dropped his clipboard, along with his jaw.

 Mong, in the meantime, shouted from the top of the finger.  "Wooooooooaaaah. What the fuuuuuuuuuck."

 Dermal slowly lowered his sunglasses.

OMEGAPSYCHO:  "What the..." Boxer said as he saw the giant finger pop out of the  ground, without warning. "Looks like the game is cut short" Father  Crucifix said as he got out his weapon. "Alright! It's fighting time!"  Boxer said with grin as he summon his weapon. They were ready to fight  now!

OSCARK9:  While Gloves protecting on the second base and Sapphire cheering them  on, Dress Socks and G-Strings are at the bench with the rest of its  co-workers cheering their side.

 Suddenly, a big finger pop out of the ground. "What the actual fuck?!"  Dress Sock said in shock.

SOUP-KITTY:  Jong looked at the giant finger, surprised. Then he looked over to  where headphones was sitting. Then back to the finger, then back to  headphones. Jong breathed in, and closed his eyes. "Why me." he  thought to himself. What a long day indeed.

HITA:  Eyes narrowing at the sudden appearance, Tiara put her hands on her  hips.  Well, that was just rude!

 "Do you think that's the middle finger?  Because if so, we need to  tell it it's rude.  If not, it might be pointing at something."  This  said to Hairpin as she huffed in annoyance.

DJDEVIL:  "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...............?" Was all Ruka could  say.

 Vest blinked and his urge was replaced with a feeling of 'WTAF"

 Helmet slowly turned off his boombox as he stared at the finger

SAIYAN:  Bowtie just stared down at the finger and then back to Amulet.

 “Well, I guess that’s one way to do it” She said to him.

 Meanwhile Undershirt jumped back in surprise as he heard something pop  out of the ground. He quickly spun around to see a finger sticking out  of the ground.

 “I thought we were done with the zombie episode” He yelled as he  looked at the finger sticking out of the ground.

 There must be no more room in hell.

 “Is that a fucking finger?” Wristband said as she squinted from  the sidelines, trying to see if her eyes were deceiving her.

 “Yep, that’s a fucking finger all right.”

KRO:  Shades had been sitting on the bleachers, watching the game before he  just fell over from the vibrations of /something/ breaching the  ground.

 "What the absolute /fuck/ is that!?"

 Many Lethocs units began running around in a panic and Hot Pants was  having difficulty keeping them in line.

 HP kept staring, unsure of what to make of it.  "Is that..."  He snapped back into focus at Tiara's question, rubbing his chin.  "Uh, that's a good question."

 Gogo finally decided to join the shenanigans taking place, coming up  behind Dermal with with some Starbucks.

 "Hey good looking, what's cooking...."  The looked up at the scene.

 "Oh. Well, I'm gonna take my end of the world nap then, ciao!"  And there they went.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  "Must. Resist. Urge. To. Putitinmybody. M u s T. Resist." Virgin fans  herself. "Why is it so hot in here all of the sudden. Mary on the  other hand, looked at Sneakers and blinked. "Teach me..what ever it is  that you just said..please.." This boy was so easily amazed. Fuck the  finger this boy wasn't speaking English and it was cool.

BRIT:  Jacket screamed as the earth was suddenly shook, but turned and  immediately donned his weapon.  "YOOOO THE FUCK? WE'RE GONNA FUCK YOU UP!" He called. He ran straight  for the finger, but was immediately flicked away and into the stands.

 Shroud immediately stood from his place, clearly unsettled by the  sudden appearence of the rogue enormous finger. Amulet, as if he  wasn't pale enough, turned much paler.

 And then, out of Left Field, Duster came and from his blade erupted a  flurry of slashes. It cut the enormous finger off of whatever it was  attached to before it was able to cause any more damage, and there  were several long tremors and a very loud groan before the earth stood  still.

 This left everyone involved staring in awe as the remnants of finger  decayed into dust, falling apart into whisps of soul threads and...  well, dust.

 Jacket gasped.

 "Fucking radical!" He cheered.

OWLIE:  "I uhh..." Sneakers stammered, he realized he just spoke his native  tongue, "/Ahh tá sé an-chasta/-- I mean it's very complicated, but I  would teach you another time if you'd like,"

 Monocle summoneed his weapon once more, alarmed.

THESTARSTWILIGHT:  "Well then," Cami said completely flabbergasted, "I don't know about  you but I say this is the perfect opportunity to get the fuck out of  here." _Where does a giant finger even come from?_ she pondered. She  wasn't too sure about normal ghosts, so what __this__ was, it was  completely out of her knowledge.

OMEGAPSYCHO:  "ANGELS! GET READY IT'S TIME FOR A FIGHT!" Father Crucifix said as he  was battle ready for anything. "I'M ALWAYS READY FATHER!" Boxer  shouted as he was excited to punch something today.

SOUP-KITTY:  Diadem was in awe at what had just happened, although he wasn't  entirely sure. But it was definitely not worth moving away from home  for. That was the sickest shit he's ever seen. And not in the cool  way. He immediately pulled out a hospital face mask and started to  hyperventilate. I was a mistake to go outside today.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Headphones shrugged, unsure of what’s even happening and readied his  hair into a lasso to just snatch Jong outta there. Well, shit the  apocalypse will swallow this Earth. But when it was suddenly destroyed  he rushed on over to peer into the hole that was the finger’s final  resting place.

 Fascinator looked to the boys worried as his fingers twitched. He was  ready to unsheathe his machete if needed but wasn’t sure what even  happening.

BRIT:  Duster ran up to the dusty, whispy mess that was left of the finger  and blinked.  "What just happened? I acted on instinct." He said, "Did I kill  something?"

 Strappon picked up a bit of the threads and looked around.  "Was that... A Nephilim?"

 Fundoshi picked up bits of the dusty threads as well.  "It seems like this /was/ a piece of those Ghosts from Lore." He  explained, looking back at the rest of the demons.

 Jacket finally made it back to the rest of the group.  "Holy shit that was awful moves on my part!" He laughed, "Man, I wish  I could be as cool as you, Dust!"  He laughed at himself.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Mary nodded a little bit and ge clapped, "That sounds awesome. Right  now we gotta stay safe." Virgin Killer was practically naked, her hair  covered her tatas and her black lace thong covered what it needed to.  She rests her mallet on her shoulder. "Well this just feels like an  anonymous random dick pic..shocking but unsatisfying."

SAIYAN:  “Well that was fast” Wristband said she watched the explosion die  off.

 Meanwhile Undershirt was coughing up a lung from the dust that the  finger gave off from the explosion.

 “Nice reflexes man!” he managed to say. “Though give a brother  some warning, damn.”

 After regaining his breath he brushed himself off.

 Bowtie was immediately filled with dread as their hope for a  distraction literally blew up in their faces.

DJDEVIL:  Vest let out a hand and some of the soul threads feel into it. He  rubbed it and his face turned pale. "Oh dear god......Please don't  tell me there isn't more." He said with fear in his voice.

 "Lore? The fuck is that?" Ruka asked Fundoshi, crossing his arms.

SOUP-KITTY:  Jong walked over to where headphones was,clearly concerned for what is  going to happen next. "I think we should get off the field because  where there's a finger, there a hand, and trust me getting fisted  isn't fun."

BRIT:  Suddenly, there was an extremely loud shriek from behind the group fo  Angels and Demons. It was one of those long wails one might hear from  someone absolutely stricken with grief.

 Shroud was on the ground, holding and shaking his head like he was in  some sort of pain. His screaming was absolutely genuine.

 "No... No no no no! How could... How could this be...?" He managed to  mutter. There were tears dripping out from under the mask, streaming  down his face. His voice was crackling.

KRO:  Once the tremors calmed down, there was ruckus coming from a bunch of  Lethocs units surrounding a large glass container being wheeled in.  Inside was the Nephilim everybody was chasing. It was squirming  around, pounding and kicking the glass to no avail.

 Hot Pants had ran up to Shades and helped him up, but the two of them  were staring in awe.  Hairpin looked like a child in a candy shop as he ran up to the  container and plastered his face on it.

 "It's beautiful..." he murmured.

 Hot Pants rolled his eyes at Hairpin as he came up for inspection.  "Well, there you have it. As promised, we captured your...thingy. But  this is the end of our relations with you all, understood- Who the  fuck is screaming?"

SAIYAN:  "Oh fuck man...." Bowtie said as she slowly started backing up. "GAME  OVER MAN, GAME OVER!"

EMI:  Torsolette, hearing his crieds, came running in and knelt next to  Shroud.

 "Darling, Shroud... Everything is alright, shhhh..." She pat his back  and wrapped her arms around him. "What happened? Who is mommy gonna  have to tear apart?"

OMEGAPSYCHO:  "Boxer, something not right..." Father Crucifix said as he takes a  step back. "What do you mean, Father?" Boxer ask as he look at Father  Crucifix. "It feels like a...Storm or something..." Father Crucifix  said as he takes another step back. Boxer then notice Shroud crying  and started to film it on his phone. "This is going to be great story  for everyone at Heaven!" Boxer said as he was filming the Absolute  crying like a baby.

THESTARSTWILIGHT:  "What do you mean, you captured them?" She started going toward Hot  Pants. "You captured the ghost, the reason we all went through this  bullshit and didn't tell anyone? I'm just..."

 Camisole stopped completely burnt out. She paused then calmly spoke -  "I'm done. Fuck you all. I'm going home."

DJDEVIL:  That shriek was Vest's que to fucking bolt. Practically leaping off  from the bleachers, he ran to his truck, slammed the hood, dove into  the driver's seat and turned to the key to start the truck. "Come on,  dammit. Start!" He said.

  Ruka noticed Shroud crying and was genuinely surprised by this.  "Shroud? crying? Shroud is crying? Shroud is crying. Shroud is fucking  crying." He said.

 Helmet held his sword firmly in his hands when he heard the shriek.

KRO:  Hot Pants raised a brow at Camisole, "What the fuck are you on about?  We barely caught this thing while you were all playing kickball. We  were asked to do this!"

OSCARK9:  Gloves, Sapphire, Dress Socks, and G-Strings are surprise that the  ghost have been capture. "Whoa! That's awesome that you guys capture  it!" Sapphire said, happily while Gloves claps for the Lethocs.

 Dress Socks and G-Strings mouths was drop in shock.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Mary takes pictures of the creature in the box, he records Shroud  crying and he texts it to Knittens. "Huh! Who would have thought  demons could cry.." Virgin killer gets her sweater back on and she  plops back on the bleachers. "Well this blowed."

EMI:  Dermal strode over to Boxer and Father Crucifix and snatched the phone  out of his hand.

 "Sorry, boy, but we don't need to be getting into any trouble with the  law." He said before simply and easily crushing the phone. "No hard  feelings."

BRIT:  Amulet looked around hastily and ran up to Shroud, he was clearly  shook.

 "My Lord, Absolute Shroud-- Please. You have to calm down." He  pleaded, his hands barely close to the sobbing man. It's like he  didn't want to touch him.

 Shroud screamed again, his head thrashing. His scream sounded much  angrier.

 "No! No... How could I be anything like.. Like /THAT?!/" He screamed,  "/How could I be like that/?!"

 He shoved Torsolette off him and stood, turning wildly to his demons.

 "/YOU./ YOU KNEW, DIDN'T YOU?!" He hissed, addressing the demons that  had been consoling him, "YOU KNEW I WAS A CLONE OF /THAT/!?"

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Fascinator stared the ghost with surprise as he tapped the glass. This  is why he’s banned from the aquarium. He supports Hot Pants,  “Yeah… You guys did have permission to run around and find it.”

 Headphones takes a selfie with Jog with the ghost, wanting to capture  the memory.

OMEGAPSYCHO:  "HEY MY PHONE YOU BASTERD!" Boxer shouted at Dermal as he charges at  him. "BOXER NO!" Father Crucifix shouted as he tried to stop him.  "THIS IS FOR MY PHONE!!!" Boxer shouted as he send a flurry of punches  at Dermal like Berserker raging. That Phone was a gift from his  mother!

SOUP-KITTY:  Diadem is shook at the whole thing. In Russia, this never happens. He  pulls out a small flask containing vodka, and tries to offer it to the  hissing and very shouty Shroud. If he was gonna die, then nothing  mattered. He couldn't help but feel bad for him though. "hey.... so I  know you're kinda like, everyone's boss but uhhhh. here?" Diadem was  for sure gonna get punched in the face.

 Jong smiles at the selfie, but still urges headphones to get off the  field.

OWLIE:  "Boxer, stop!" Monocle warned, the Seraph stared him down once and he  didn't want Boxer to suffer a worse fate, especially because Boxer  ascended.

DJDEVIL:  Ruka raised an eyebrow at this accusation. "I think Mr.  Hide-His-Face-All-The-Time's finally cracked. Guess of even the most  orderly and powerful demons are as likely as anyone else to snap." He  said with a chuckle.

OSCARK9:  Dress Socks and G-Strings turn their heads to the Absolute and they  were even more shock!

 "WHAT!" Both of them yells at the same time, shockenly, "YOU'RE A  CLONE!" They questions.

EMI:  Torsolette immediately stood back up and back to Shroud.  "Deary, it's going to be alright. You're.. You're just upset. Let's  just go 'ave a cup of tea and sit you in the dark... You'll be fine!"  She cooed nervously, rubbing his back again.

 Dermal caught every single punch Boxer threw at him and pushed him  with enough force to slam him into the ground, with a small crater.

 "Oh, child. I hope you didn't like your rank... Because I'm demoting  you right here and right now for assaulting me." He said with a smile,  his purple eye glowing ominously.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Virgin smirks,"Ooooh little angel just got owned.~"

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Headphones looks at the picture on his phone,  "Going in the scrapbook- What the fuck?"  He just realzied what was happening as he stares at the whole  situation. He just holds up his hands and backs away. Not what he  wants to get involved in this. Time to watch an Angel fall from Earth  itself. He winced at the slam down, shit man that was the wrong move.  Just. Ouch.

OWLIE:  Monocle gulped. "Damn,"

 Polo blinked, what the hell just happened?

EMI:  Dermal casually plucked Boxer's halo from above his head.

 "Dear Boxer, Angel of "Wrath". I hereby demote you to Fallen Angel."  He said calmly before crushing his halo in his hand. Veil held her  hands over her mouth, looking both shocked and amused.

BRIT:  Strappon watched the scene that, concern washing over him. He wasn't  at all sorry for Shroud, but there was so much going on. And on top of  that, Boxer just punched Dermal.

 "Dermal, wait--!" He called over to him, "Stop, he's still a kid!"

OMEGAPSYCHO:  "...." Boxer was silent now.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Headphones covers Jong's eyes, he didn't need to see this. He hung his  head low for the fellow angel, averting his eyes as he bit his bottom  lip. He didn't even know what to say.

 Fascinator pulled off his namesake for condolences for the poor guy.  He might be on the opposite sides but still, that doesn't mean he  couldn't offer him some sympathy.

BRIT:  The Absolute was breathing heavily, his scarf was dissheveled and his  voice sounded less like one of an Absolute Ruler and more like a  teenager throwing a temper tantrum. He looked around at his  surroundings, suddenly hyper-aware of the eyes that were on him. So  many people could see him, see the flaws, see him so _vulnerable_ that  he had to leave.

 He shoved the vodka away from himself that had been offered by Diadem  and shoved Torsolette away from himself. He took the oppotunity  present where the Angels had been distracted and immediately took off  running, leaving his mask on the ground and disappearing.

SAIYAN:  Undershirt and Wristband watched in awe as Boxer just attacked Dermal.  That was something completely out of the blue, and it was a bit of a  shock at first.

 “Fuck him up!” Undershirt said to Dermal after the display was  finished.

 He knew what was going to come out of this. God rest his soul.

 “Holy shit, when was the last time this happened?” She asked  Shady.

OSCARK9:  Now, with a shock on Gloves and Sapphire faces towards Boxer and  Dermal demoting him. They feel scared of Dermal powers and runs over  to Boxer in need. (I didn't even know that Angels can demot others.)  Gloves said in his mind.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Virgin killer picks up the mask. "Well shit..ms. Torsolette?" She  walks over and hands it to her. "Should we go off to find him..?"

EMI:  Torsolette ran after him, making sure to also cover his tracks so they  weren't followed.

BRIT:  Amulet watched Shroud run off, then turned back to the scene between  Dermal and Boxer. His eyes had likely met Dermal's for a moment.

 "Oh, dear." He muttered with very little emotion. "Quite a scene these  children create. How unfortunate."

 He looked over at Bowtie in a nonchalant manner. It's almost like  nothing had happened - or had everything happened according to plan?

DJDEVIL:  As shit went down on in the field, Vest was finally able to start the  truck and quickly slammed on the gas pedal and the truck zoomed  through the barrier.

 Ruka's ear twitched from the sound of screeching tires and quickly  turned his head to see Panty Raid zooms off in the distance. Did Vest  just....ditch him...WITH THE TRUCK?! His expression became one of pure  rage as he clenched his fists and teeth. He was gonna kill Vest when  he got home.

SOUP-KITTY:  Jong tried to sneak a peek despite Headphones covering his eyes. He  frowned at the poor guy. He was just a bit excitable, it happens to  the best of us. Jong sighed.

 Diadem watched as shroud ran, and looked at the mask that was left  behind. He could help but feel dread come over him, so he downed the  whole flask of Vodka, hoping to shake off the feeling. This couldn't  be good.

BRIT:  Jacket ran up to Boxer, where he had been before who knows, but what  mattered was that he was beside Boxer now, right?  He placed a hand on Boxer's shoulder and glared at Dermal.  "Yooo... Couldn't you have tried to do this in private?" He asked,  "That's totally not fair!"

OWLIE:  "What the fuck happened?" Polo asked, walking next to Monocle, who  shook his head. He observed the other angels.

 "Not now," Monocle said quietly.

 Meanwhile Circlet started guffawing, "Fuck, that's some comedy gold!"

THESTARSTWILIGHT:  Camisole, as she was trying to go home, heard the commotion from  Boxer's sudden actions. She watched on, knowing he had it coming. She  kinda smirked at first because it was Dermal who forced her to be here  in the first place. But ya, as much as she hated being told what to  do, even Cami could admit you shouldn't punch your superiors.

 _What if I make the same mistake?_ While yes, she too was a wraith  fall, it was more so from violent acts towards herself and property  damage than hurting other people. Honestly, as much as she couldn't  stand everyone at times she was scared what might happen if she had no  control. _It'll happen. Whether I want it to or not it probably will._

 Cami suddenly felt ashamed and guilty, as if was the one who punched a  Seraphim. She just stood there. Not saying a word. Not doing anything.  Just. Standing there.

EMI:  Dermal closed his eyes and smiled, then walked over Boxer.  "If you have nothing to say for yourself, we should be done here." He  sounded satisfied.

 Mong sat up from his place on the ground and looked up at Duster.  There were sparkles and shines all over the air. He felt like he was  Blessed that day, but in a way that wouldn't burn him.

KRO:  Shades froze at Wristband's question. The man actually looked like he  was about to cry but he kept himself composed.

 "Uh. The uh...Last time that happened was around six years ago with  me. Except it wasn't by the hands of a Seraph more-so that God herself  demoted me."

 He stood there in silence.  "Good times. Reason I'm mega depressed."  He shrugged and left it at that.

OMEGAPSYCHO:  Boxer was...was...was..ANGRY!!! "I WORK FUCKING HARD FOR THAT RANK!  YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Boxer shouted in her face very Wrathful. Sense he  wasn't Angel didn't need to control his rage anymore but the worst  thing is that he didn't get to see his Mother.  "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" He screamed and cried  as he now somewhat out of control with his emotion now. "Oh Lord!  Boxer!" Father Crucifix said as he goes over to his Angel and holds  him. "It's okay! we will get all of the Heaven Coins and New Phone  back! Please calm down" He said as he holds him tightly. "I'M SO  ANGRY!!!" Boxer shouted as his mouth was foaming up looking like wild  animal. Father Crucifix hold him close then looks over at Dermal with  angry look. "HOW COULD YOU! HE ONLY A CHILD! HE DIDN'T KNOW YOU!"  Father Crucifix shouted at Dermal. "GOD WOULD NEVER CHOICE YOU TO BE  HER ANGEL! YOU NOTHING MORE LIKE THE DEMONS!" Father Crucifix shouted  at him holding Boxer. Father Crucifix remember that Boxer told him he  was going to see his Mother after this mission but now never is going  to get too.

OSCARK9:  While Dress Sock and G-Strings saw the Absolute running away, Dress  Socks notice that he drop his mask on the ground. He walked over to it  and picks it up. Once he picks it up, he observes it and it was very  detail and shiny. It made him happy to see it in close hand, but  frowns for his Absolute.

 "Absolute..." He mutter to himself. "Even if your our clone, you're  still an Absolute to us."

SAIYAN:  Bowtie shrugged at Amulet. This day had definitely been very weird.  She then looked over at Diadem and saw the Vodka shot.

 "Hey, if you're still offering, can I take that?" Bowtie said to him.

 Meanwhile, Wristband just felt like a dick. She had no idea that had  happened to him before.

 "Oh shit man, sorry I had no idea. You want me to buy you a drink or  anything?" She asked him.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Virgin killer stared at the mask in her hands. She raises a brow and  she takes out a peice of hair from it. "Uh..I dunno if this is the  absolutes..or just random but.." She blinks. "What the fuck is  Kentucky fried angel screaming about now?" She watches them scream.

SOUP-KITTY:  Diadem, who already had downed most of the shot gave, Bowtie a thumbs  up and pulled another flask out seemingly from out of nowhere. He  tossed it over at her. She looked like she needed it.

HITA:  Tiara meandered over to the screaming men, curious at the commotion.  What was all this nonsense?  Why were the men yelling so much?  It's  kind of concerning.

 "So, quick question, why are you two screaming like baby dolls needing  their heads twisted off?"  This was said to Boxer and Father Crucifix,  head tilted before she whipped around to look at all the pretty people  around her.  Her eyes narrowed on Dermal, however.  "Are YOU A  PRINCESS?!!!?!!????!

OWLIE:  "I haven't heard this much screaming since my Birth," Monocle joked...  Not really.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Headphones pats Jong's back,  "Let's give him some space..."  He takes Jong back, giving Boxer some space and turn him around. A lot  fo them were fallen, so seeing this was certainly discouraging for  even ranking up anymore. He purses his lips,  "You okay?"

 Fascinator sighs,  "That's a lot of drama to happen for one day..."  His bangs were let out and the fluttered in the wind a he glances to  the newly fallen angel and then away. He didn't know how it was for  Angels, but this was probably a stab in the heart. Watching the  outburst, he grits his teeth. Cut throat in heaven huh? He was glad  that Knittens wasn't here, he didn't know how he would explin this to  him.

BRIT:  Duster just looked down at Mong and scoffed, walking over to the  commotion he had been watching from afar.

 Strappon grabbed Father Crucifix by the arm.  "Father, please. Letting your emotions take over will be your  undoing." He hissed, "Get ahold of yourself. It was... Only right, I  suppose."

 "We have the Nephilim. We can make our way back to Hell Corp, now."  Fundoshi called to the Demons, "Let's get out of here before another  Angel falls before us. It's embarassing to see them cry."

 Low-blow.

EMI:  Dermal stopped in his steps for a moment and glanced casually back at  Father Crucifix and Boxer.  "You clearly don't know how cruel your God can be, then."

SAIYAN:  Bowtie smiled at her new friend, and grabbed the flask. She opened the  cap and downed the whole damn thing. That's not how you do it, but  whatever, she didn't care. She was an emotional wreck but was trying  to keep calm on the inside.

 "Thanks, Diadem, I really needed that" She said as she tossed the  flask back to him.

KRO:  As if there wasn't already enough screaming, the captured Nephilim  began to screech and hiss as it pounded on the glass. Hot Pants  approached Fundoshi, handing the man a tablet of sorts and ordered a  few of his units to follow Fundoshi's instructions.

 "Alright, so before it becomes more of a circus show, just take this  damn thing and leave. It's loud, my head's hurting, and I'm already  working over-time. I'd be extra careful if I were you, don't think I  didn't see your exposed Soul Stone."

SOUP-KITTY:  Jong looked up at Headphones and gave a weak smile. He nodded his head  and looked down at his feet. It was lietrally days ago that he too had  fallen. So he knew how much it hurt. But there seemed to be hope here.  Even as dire as it may look. He reached for Headphone's hand, not  really wanting to feel as alone as he had felt. It was comforting to  have someone be genuinely nice to you and not want anything in return.

 Diadem caught the flask and put them both away. He gave a big smile.  It had been an exhausting day for everyone it seemed. He let his hair  fall back down to a ponytail. and pulled the mask over his mouth and  nose once again. The air was still filthy.

BRIT:  Fundoshi had reached back to touch his Soul Stone in a bit of a shock  and cleared his throat.  "Tahnk you. You're free to go, now." He said before turning to the  rest of his crew and motioning them to leave.

OSCARK9:  With a smile on Dress Socks and G-Strings face and gave a nod to  Fundoshi, they walk away from the scene with a mask in hand. It even  made G-Strings happy that they capture it and going to analysis it.

 While Glove and Sapphire try to keep Boxer down, but was a no go.  (Poor, Boxer.) Gloves said in his mind.

OMEGAPSYCHO:  Father Crucifix went silent as he heard that from Dermal then felt  Strappon grab and say that which snap him back to reality. "I'm sorry,  Brother Strappon. I forgot the most important lesson" He apologize as  he calm down and takes a moment to say the "Hail Mary Prayer". "Hail  Mary, full of grace.Our Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among  women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother  of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen."  Father Crucifix prayed as then look at Boxer who was on the ground  with his eyes blank and foaming more at the mouth like a dog with  rabies. Boxer was having some kind of Wrathful Seizure from all the  rage he was hiding inside him, all he could say was "ANGER!". Anyone  who tried to talk to him couldn't, he need some help. Poor Boxer....

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Fascinator shrugs, at least he knows God is the old testament god.  Walking back to check on Knittens, he decides it was time to go home.  Knittens was fine, cleaned up and alert. He waved to Fasci, and they  both got up to leave. As Fascinator thanked the medics and they were  walking to the car, he couldn't help but worry. After all, with  cruelty on both sides, he'd rather have Knittens live in a cruelty he  knew about. Sighing, he asks wearily,  "... You wanna go to another school Knittens?"  "Huh? Uhm... I dunno, why?"  "Just... Think about it. After all, that catholic school might not be  the best for your future."  Knittens laughed,  "Fasci, you're acting funny!"  Fascinator averts his eyes and nods as they drive back home.

 Headphones holds Jong's hand and rubbed it, trying to comfort him. He  purses his lips,  "I know it ain't easy for you. It isn't easy for all of us. But we can  get through this, okay? We're gonna be okay."  He hugged Jong, trying to comfort him.

SOUP-KITTY:  Jong felt his face get hot, tears started streaming down his face.  "Can we just leave now?" He didn't realize how much the whole ordeal  had drained him mentally. He felt stupid for even crying. He hugged  headphones back hoping that he would just pick him up and leave  already.

EMI:  Nightshirt walked up next to Amulet and stared at the Nephilim.  "Oh, it's over...."  He stood for a moment.

 "...I'm going back to bed then." He mumbled, shuffling back where he  came from.

As the dust settled over the emptied landscape, a very light growl had erupted from the ground. There was no sign of the Absolute and the heavy feeling that settled over the Angels after their comrade was demoted left them shaken.

The Demons, without their Absolute, took orders from Fundoshi as the Primal Emmination had to clean up the mess that had been made. Search parties were sent out fruitlessly to find Shroud, and Torsolette had returned with no answers, only a feverish desire to "get working" on the Nephilim.

Has Daten City been abandoned by another Absolute, or will Shroud return? What will the Angels do, now, about the Nephilim that had emerged from the ground?

In the wake of the eruption, the city suddenly began to experience an extreme rise of ghost and Lost Soul activity...

(( OOC: Thanks for RPing guys! See ya next time! ))