#losa trio

[stardustcentral95]

Ros really said

[fullyfazed]

secret trio my beloved

[churrobird]

i cannot fucking... get over.... this one line from sneeg. at 2:15:20 on ros' stream from yesterday, he tells ros "our third is on the way" when hes dming clown to come over to talk about ros' situation

OUR THIRD IS ON THE WAY

OUR THIRD IS ON THE WAY

GOD. LOSA YOU MAKE ME SIIIICKKKK AUUUGHHHH

[stompedchild]

okay granted i'm pulling from a lot of liveblogs but just a thought on bad's analysis on the kingdom's treatment of ros from a kingdom pov, could be totally wrong here 😋

so after bad left ros and aimsey he went back to his base to discuss the kingdom's treatment of ros. he describes them as putting kid gloves on ros but not protecting her enough, and also underestimating her abilities.

i think he's right on some level but also not right? the kingdom does not protect ros enough, but that is because they are mostly off doing their own thing. however, every single kingdom member cares deeply for ros and has told her to tell them if she is in trouble, that they will come running and scare off anyone messing with her. i think there is some disconnect just because yellow is typically only all together AFTER something has happened. which sneeg has expressed his frustration about since he hasn't been able to intervene. the kingdom does care deeply about ros and they do want to protect her and keep her alive, they are just unfortunately always too late to stop the initial death. you can see the kingdom rallying together afterwards, but they're just tragically too late to help ros almost every time. (i also think there is a bit of fault that lies with ros when she has time to dm someone for help and just doesn't... but i do get why she didn't do that in regards to the 2nd pili death)

i think the kid gloves metaphor is related to underestimating her and also about sneeg dropping in on their conversation. which i do think the kingdom both does and does not underestimate ros. her peers see her forgetting to eat and not watching her health, they see her at her worst in terms of awareness. they are also showing her their bases and their pvp tricks. they know ros can be strong, they are helping her achive those goals even! but they also see ros being her silliest, and therefore worry. i do think they underestimate her, but i also think they have been shown to have good reason to do so. and despite that they are trying to help her grow stronger.

for some sneeg context for the conversation: he eavesdropped at the end of the bad, pangi, and ros convo. sneeg heard bad encourage ros to kill pili. all of the kingdom knows that pili is strong, sneeg knows that clown wants to kill him and that he killed ros twice. he KNOWS pili is strong, and he hears bad telling ros to kill him and assumes that he and pangi are manipulating her into getting herself killed. i think bad'a conversation later with ros and aimsey where he's lowkey trying to tell ros that the kingdom doesn't care about her only backs up sneeg's point of view. which is that the kingdom's enemies want ros dead and are willing to manipulate her for that to happen. sneeg points out how she is often isolated in these conversations, which i think lends to his pov that they're going to get ros to kill herself by picking an unwinnable fight.

hell, aimsey even pointed this out when ros tried to trap pangi!!!! she followed the words of advice and ideas bad gave to her, and then pili (and also pangi still) had all the justification in the world to kill her. from the kingdom's and aimsey's pov, bad really does look like he is trying to get ros to kill herself via picking fights. Of Course the kingdom is going to feel the need to fret over ros with the kid gloves metaphor, because there is a very good reason for them to believe that people are manipulating her so that she'll die, and they can justify that they killed her. and nobody wants ros to die.

tl;dr yeah bad's right on some level with his analysis regarding ros but also i think there are justifiable reasons for the kingdom to act the way they do, as a big fan of the kingdom^^ and also bad will get ros killed if she listens to him

[magnecalliope]

This gave me a sudden blast to the past when I spent a lot of time on TV Tropes, and I ended up taking a peak at the Power Trio page which has some interesting archetypes these three could potentially fit into:

The Freudian Trio is the first one I ended up on, from the Red Oni, Blue Oni page. The Id, or Red Oni, is the one representing emotion, passion, wildness, defiance. The Superego, or Blue Oni, is the more reserved and intellectual of the two. The Ego is the one who balances the two.

Physical, Mystical, and Technological is another, though perhaps not as suiting because Mystical does not quite describe Ros as well as Physical and Technological describes Clown and Sneeg, plus Clown has his hands in a fair share of Mysticism with the prestiged enchanting skill.

Masculine, Feminine, Androgyne Trio is the next which feels pretty self explanatory. Clown's cubito doesn't represent any specific gender like Sneeg and Ros do, making him the androgynous of the three.

Knight, Knave, and Squire is the last trio archetype that I looked at. The Knight is the idealistic fighter, I would say someone who values chivalry and fairness in battle, which is Clown. The Knave is the pragmatic and cynical one, which sounds like Sneeg with his two shot Gun attack. The Squire, of course being Ros, is the inexperienced or noncombatant member of the trio. Interestingly, it appears the Knight is more associated with the Superego than with the Id, while the Knave can be either the Id or the Superego. The actual human people behind these characters are obviously going to be more complex than the limitations of a trope can handle, so it makes sense that Clown would both care about the rules of engagement for battle as well as be driven by a passion for bloodshed.

A really fun coincidence with LOSA is that even their colors match up. Clown is red, Sneeg is blue and Ros is the purple that brings them together.

Do you see my vision? (Ignore the fact that Sneeg's current skin has no blue. His branding is entirely blue)

[heartcircus]

i have a /genuiune question about LoSA. are they just as loyal and bonded team as triple threat was? i don't watch their pov so all i see is outsider.

it’s kinda funny you ask bc i don’t actually know much about triple threat . but from my little understanding of them i do have yes, probably. i think you could argue even more so in some aspects? but i don’t know for sure

they’re incredibly tight-knit and have blind trust towards one another. they bicker and tease and fight but the moment any of them have an issue, the other two are right there by their side. theyre also not scared to let the others in the trio know how much they appreciate them. they bounce off one another super well and tend to communicate even the more minor of things just so they’re all on the same page. whenever anyone asks who they trust, they always name each other ^_^ they’re a very lovely little squad overall

[gazetadoleste]

Malibu Gas Station lançam o álbum “Never Never” e preparam regresso aos palcos em 2025

DR Os Malibu Gas Station, trio portuense formado em 2016 por Vítor Pinto, David Félix e, mais tarde, consolidado com João Losa, apresentam o seu segundo álbum, “Never Never”, que sucede ao disco de estreia “World Wide Dance”. Este trabalho chega ao público no final de dezembro, num gesto deliberadamente contracorrente — porque lançar um álbum num mês em que “ninguém quer saber” parece ser a…

[obsessedasusual]

Lonely No More - Seven

Bishop Losa x OC series

Summary: There was never a dull moment, being the only Reyes sister. But between overbearing brothers, being the family peacekeeper, and countless disaster dates, Amalia finds herself wishing she had someone to unwind with after a hectic day. Funnily enough, Bishop Losa wishes for the same thing.

Warnings: swearing, allusions to sex, alcohol

Note: - 2.4k - it’s here!! Hello to readers new and old….. dive in!

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“Guess who I saw at the store today.” She threw at her older brother before she took a sip of her orange juice.

“Who?” Angel questioned from the kitchen as he dug around for something that could pass as lunch.

Amaila rolled her eyes, “I said ‘guess’, dumbass.”

Angel pulled his head out from the fridge to glare at his sister sitting on his couch, “Don’t give me that shit. Just tell me.”

She raised an eyebrow expectantly at her brother. While both stubborn, she could definitely out-wait him.

It was his turn to roll his eyes at the gesture knowing she wasn’t about to give it up, “Fine,” he sighed, shaking his head in thought, “Was it… I don’t fucking know - Mrs Sanchez from High School?”

“Mrs Sanchez? No?” Amalia stared dumbly at her brother, “Why the fuck was she the first person to come to your mind?’

Angel offered a shrug in response before turning back to the fridge.

“I saw Kevin.” she finally relented.

“Who?’ he mumbled, half distracted by his sandwich making.

“Kevin,” she repeated, “Kevin, our cousin Kevin?”

She watched her brother’s face transform from confused to understanding as he clicked to who she was talking about, “Didn’t know he was in town. Thought he was in the city?”

Amalia mumbled a quick, “Thanks,” as he placed a plate holding a cold meat sandwich in front of her, “I thought so too, guess he still is? Don’t know, didn’t actually talk to him.”

“You didn't talk to him? So that whole story was for what?” Angel spoke with his mouth full earning a glare from his sister.

“Shut up. I was just passing comment.”

“Well, thank you. I don’t know what I would’ve done without this life changing information.”

Amalia looked at him as she chewed, “You’re a dick sometimes you know that?”

She was met with a middle finger and decided to finish her sandwich instead of dignifying her brother’s gesture with a response.

“How’s EZ? With the club I mean.” Ever the protective sister, Amalia had been worried about how her younger brother would fit in with the Mayans. Everytime she brought it up with the brother in question she was met with a small smile and a, “Everything’s good, A.”

Angel thought about his answer for a moment, “He’s doing okay I think. But I just - some of the shit we see man, sometimes I wonder if sponsoring him was the right thing to do you know?”

She nodded in understanding, “When he got out, he had nothing to go to, Angel. You’ve given him… something. And at the end of the day, Ezekiel’s an adult now. He’s gonna make his own choices no matter what we say.”

“Yeah, I know but… he was so young when he went inside. He was s’pose to be a fucking doctor, not following me into an MC.”

Pursing her lips at the statement she silently agreed with him. Ezekiel was always the one out of the trio that they were sure was going to do well. Angel had always done his own thing, Amalia had a college degree in communications but that wasn’t exactly a field that screamed ‘successful’. EZ was going down the medical route. Now that was impressive.

“Pop’s pissed at me for bringing him in too.” Angel continued.

Amalia sighed at that. The Reyes Patriarch made no effort to disguise his real emotions about anything. And it seemed clear as day that he wasn’t pleased with his youngest following his oldest’s footsteps, becoming more protective over him then ever.

“Pop is Pop,” she offered, “No matter what, EZ is always gonna be the apple of his eye. And that isn’t fair, but… at least we have each other at Christmas.”

That succeeded in getting a chuckle out of her brother. Amalia knew their father’s favouritism weighed on Angel.

“Yeah… lucky us.” he huffed good humouredly.

Feeling her phone buzz she moved her attention to the message on her screen, feeling her cheeks heat up as soon as she saw who it was from.

Is it safe to assume you have no plans tomorrow and can join a lonely man for dinner?

She and Bishop had exchanged numbers two nights ago when she had returned home from work and found a note in her mailbox from said President.

Fixed your gate, the note had read, here if you ever need a handyman.

The note had been signed ‘Bishop’ along with a phone number. After texting him her gratitude, the two had been periodically texting.

“What’re you smiling at?” her brother questioned, eyeing her suspiciously.

Amalia snapped her gaze from her phone to Angel, caught like a deer in headlights, “Nothing.”

“You texting a guy?”

She rolled her eyes, “Leave it, Angel.”

“That’s not a ‘no’.” again, speaking with his mouth full.

“It’s a ‘mind your own business’.”

He rolled his eyes and demolished the rest of his sandwich, Amalia following suit.

“As long as he treats you good.” Angel muttered as he walked back to the kitchen.

Amalia bit her lip at the comment before typing out a reply to Bishop.

Name the time and place :)

Her phone vibrated within seconds of hitting send.

My place, 6:30. See you then sweetheart.

Amalia looked from the text, to her brother who was fluffing around in the kitchen. She wasn’t doing anything wrong by getting dinner with Bishop. They’d done it before, not that she’d told Angel. And besides, it was only dinner. Just two friends who happen to live down the street from each other.

How would Angel react to it? Probably not well. But still, she couldn't stop herself from the excitement that bubbled at the thought of the dinner.

Can’t wait.

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It shouldn’t have surprised Amalia, how good the food was as she’d already experienced it with the pie weeks prior. Although dinner was ‘only’ spaghetti and meatballs, it was damn near the best she’d ever had. The big, scary Mayans President was an absolute whiz in the kitchen.

Dinner had passed with the pair indulging in both wine and beer, Bishop had begun to keep a bottle of red handy for occasions such as this, and sharing so much laughter their sides hurt. It was peaceful, and oh so comfortable.

Neither brought up the stressful day to day topics like work and the club. Instead they spoke of their favourite holidays as kids, where they’d go if they could travel anywhere in the world, what animal best represented them.

That last one was all Amalia, but Bishop had indulged her.

“You’d be an ant,” he’d decided, “with how social you are.”

“An ant?! That’s not even an animal. I’m more like a… penguin.”

In the end they agreed to disagree.

“Bishop, you cooked. Please let me do the cleaning.” she all but begged as he began to gather up the dirty dishes. The biker waved her off with a smile as he continued.

“You’re my guest, querida. Sit there and drink your wine.”

Amalia let her eyes follow the rough man as he cleared the table, moving to fill the sink with hot water. It was weird seeing Bishop like this. It almost felt wrong. She was in his house, his private four walls away from the club. He wasn’t wearing his kutte, he looked almost relaxed. In that moment, it wasn’t ‘Bishop Losa, MC President’. It was just Bishop. Bishop, the man that kept his lawns immaculate. Bishop, the man that could cook an incredible pot pie. Bishop, the man that owned exactly one nicknack.

Bishop. The man had been on Amalia’s mind constantly lately.

“Have I got something on my face or what?”

His deeper voice broke her train of thought as he caught her staring red handed. His eyes weren’t on her though, they remained on the dirty dishes he had begun to wash.

She smiled at his side profile, “Just thinking.”

“That’s a dangerous way to spend your time, querida.”

“What… thinking?” Amalia giggled.

Bishop pulled a tight-lipped smile and nodded once, “Gets you in all sorts of trouble.”

The Reyes sister cocked her head and made her way from the table to stand beside the older man, still diligently washing the dishes. She took a moment to properly take in the comment, knowing the President usually had a deeper meaning behind his words. Grabbing a dish towel in silence, Amalia made a start on drying the dishes.

“Some would say,” she began, “You attract even more trouble by not thinking.”

Bishop glanced at her briefly, “You just love to argue with me don’t you, sweetheart?”

Amalia grinned slyly up at him, “Gotta keep you young somehow, Prez.”

He shook his head, chuckling lowly not dignifying her remark with a verbal response, instead deciding to use the scrubbing brush to splash bubbles at her, hitting her square on the nose.

“Bishop!” she burst into laughter, doing her best not to get any of the hopefully not-too-dirty dishwater and bubble combo that was now dripping down her face, in her mouth.

“Told you not to think, querida.” he winked at her and went back to washing the cup in his hands.

Quickly wiping her face with the dish towel, she twisted it in her hands, lined it perfectly with her target and let it fly, whipping Bishop’s bicep perfectly with a satisfying ‘snap’.

Her target startled, hand quickly coming up to caress where he had been hit, turning to face Amalia with a shocked smile.

“You…”

“You were thinking too hard.” she mocked, shrugging and continuing to dry the plates.

She froze when another belt of soapy water hit her, soaking her more than last time. Mouth hanging open in shock and laughter, Amalia moved quickly to once again whip her dish towel at the taller man. Bishop responded accordingly with more dish water, this time wetting the dish towel as Amalia held it up in defence.

Water on a dish towel gives it much more power when used as a whip… much more. It seemed that they both realised this at the same time, Amalia growing excited and Bishop growing regretful.

“Don’t…” he warned, but it was hard to take him seriously when a smile was plastered across his face.

Amalia giggled as she twisted the towel once again, readying it for her shot. It seemed that Bishop could anticipate her next move however as he made to grab it just as she took her shot. The brunette tugged at her end.

“That’s not fair! This is my weapon, not my fault you chose dish water.” She tugged again, only to be met with the resistance of a strong man.

“All’s fair in love and war, sweetheart.”

“Bishop!” She was in stitches at the situation, laughing too much to be able to actually grip the towel enough to stand a chance, “Give it back!”

He tugged his end again, “Apologise.”

She tugged back, “No!”

“Apologise.” he chuckled, tugging at the dish towel a bit harder, in turn pulling Amalia toward him with it.

She collided with his chest in a fit of laughter, sides beginning to hurt as she attempted to catch her breath. Pushing herself back from her position, she gained her composure and looked up at Bishop. Only now realising how close they actually were.

Silence fell over the duo. Amalia breathing heavily still trying to catch her breath, and Bishop breathing shallowly due to the close proximity he found himself in with the woman that held his infatuation.

Amalia cleared her throat when their eyes locked, “Um-”

His lips were on hers before she could mutter a complete word.

It took a moment for Amalia to process what was happening, but it was a short moment and she soon found herself sliding her hands up to gently grasp the sides of Bishop’s neck, quickly returning the kiss. She could have sworn she felt him sigh into her at that moment, almost in relief.

He kept the kiss clean. No tongue. No teeth. Just lips. And want.

Amalia felt like her mind was racing but couldn’t pinpoint what she was actually thinking. She knew what she was feeling though.

Butterflies making their presence known in her stomach, a satisfying burn on her waist where Bishop held her, an almost-annoying-but-actually-quite-nice tickle on her lip from his mustache, and the feeling of wow, this is actually happening.

They were lost in their moment, her hands on his neck, his hands on her waist, and their lips interlocked. No one could say how long they would’ve stayed like that if that goddamn phone hadn’t decided to ring.

Bishop quickly pulled back from her at the ringtone. Not moving to answer his phone, instead just removing himself from her grasp and staring at her flushed face. Neither spoke a word as the ringtone finally died down, only to start up again a second later.

The second ring seemed to break the President out of his daze as he broke his eye contact and grabbed the still ringing cell phone from the bench, cursing quietly when he saw who was calling.

“What?” he answered with a gruff tone.

Amalia spent the next few seconds collecting herself, not paying attention to the topic of the phone call. Although she could guess it was club related based on the amount of swearing she could hear on both ends. She found her fingers tracing her lips subconsciously when Bishop ended the call.

“Fuckin’...” he trailed off, turning back to her, “Uh… club shit,”

He was struggling to meet her eyes, instead deciding to focus on the now abandoned dish towel sitting on the bench, “I gotta go. You uh… you can…”

“I’ll clean up then head out.” She offered, seeing how he was struggling with words and making the whole situation more awkward.

Still not meeting her eyes, he stared intensely at the towel, opened his mouth as if he had something else to add, before settling with a nod and turning to leave the kitchen.

Amalia could hear him pulling on his boots in the next room and imagined him shrugging on his kutte too. The opening and slamming of the front door pulled her back to reality as she realised he had left. The roaring of his Harley as it started up and rode off confirming it.

The breath she let out was so shaky it was audible, she made to grab the bench behind her to steady herself.

“Holy fuck.” she whispered. What the hell just happened?

“Holy fuck.” she exclaimed as she made her way to the front door, leaving the dishes in the dirty, cooling water.

Fuck cleaning up. She just wanted to go home.

[starrynite7114]

everything is you: first meeting

A/N: After I got this idea in my head, it wouldn’t leave. I figured I can write small shorts of Angel and Alena’s life prior to the events of ‘everything is you’, just so we can see how everything started and how their connection became as deep as it was. 

So without a further a do, this is Alena and Angel’s first meeting!

What would you all like to see?! Leave a comment below or message me! So far, I have their first kiss, first time, the coach, and Cruz. 

everything is you

Word count: 2636

Warnings: Angst, mentions of abuse

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“Mama, why do we have to go?” Angel questioned as they crossed the street.

“Angel, I told you, it’s rare for people to move here with kids your age. Let’s welcome them to the neighborhood.” Marisol playfully ruffled her eldest son’s hair. 

“Mom, watch it, you know the hair is my money maker.” Angel fixed his hair making his younger brother and mother laugh.

“You’re a fool.” EZ chuckled, shaking his head. 

The trio made their way up the walkway and up the few steps. Marisol rang the doorbell and the door opened not a minute later.

“Hello, my name is Marisol Reyes, these are my sons Angel and Ezekiel, we just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.” Marisol extended the box of tamales she had made. 

Michelle smiled, taking the box. “Thank you so much, come in.” She opened the door wider. 

Marisol walked in with EZ and Angel in tow. Michelle led them to the living room requesting them to sit down. 

“Bryan, Alena, come out here.” She called out to them.

Angel looked around and the numerous amounts of trophies did not escape him. It looked much like their home except he knew that most of the trophies belonged to EZ. When he finally looked away from the wall of accomplishments, he saw a guy his age, maybe a little older and younger girl, who was standing behind him, slightly hiding.

‘She’s cute.’ Angel found himself thinking. Her glasses took up her face, but it fit her well. 

“These are my children, Bryan is 15 and Alena is 11.” Michelle proudly stated.

Alena and Bryan waved hello to their guest. Alena’s eyes lingered at Angel, he was much taller than his younger brother he could tell. She’s them around, both of them, but she never engaged. 

“She’s as old as Ezekiel.” Marisol beamed. “Angel is 14 years old.” Marisol patted Angel’s hand, making him smile.

“She’s in my class.” Ezekiel commented. He knew she looked familiar to him. Mrs. Hagen introduced her to them earlier and when she introduced herself, her voice was low. Ezekiel could tell how shy she was. They sat her next to him and when he introduced himself, she just gave him a smile and nodded her head. 

“That’s great, please take care of my Alena, she’s a little shy.” Michelle held Alena’s hand since she was standing right beside her.

“Umma,” Alena whined.

Bryan snickered and wrapped an arm around his younger sister. “Please do, she’ll be buried in her books otherwise.” 

Alena shrugged off her brother, and glared at him. “May I be excused?” Alena asked Michelle.

“Alena, we have guests over.” Michelle frowned. 

“Please? Nick is finally online and he hasn’t been on for days.”

“Arasso (okay).” 

“It was nice to meet you all.” Alena glanced over at Angel before walking back to her room. 

“She’s having a hard time with the move. She was very close to my husband’s co-worker’s son.” Michelle explained. 

Angel watched her till she disappeared. He would like to think he was sensible at times, but he knew why they asked EZ. They were in the same class. She looked so weak and fragile. He had this urge to get to know her, he was curious about her. 

But she was a child. He didn’t have time for kids, even though she was only three years younger than him. 

Besides, she would be Ezekiel’s best friend before he knew it.

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The next two weeks, Angel expected to have a new companion when he picked up his younger brother from school. But she never came. He didn’t ask, until one day, she was walking in front of them.

“Thought mom said to look out for her?” Angel nodded his head towards Alena. 

“Yeah right, she won’t even talk to me.” EZ scoffed. “Every time I try to talk to her, she replies to me and then just goes back to reading or something. When I try to sit with her during lunch, she doesn’t really say much to me. I mean, I stay, but it’s like talking to a wall.”

Angel was impressed. Everyone fell for EZ’s good boy charms. 

Now he was intrigued.

He walked up to her, falling into step with her. She looked over at him and thought Angel was just passing by. She looked ahead again and could not wait to get home. The heat was unbearable and she wasn’t happy with where she was. She didn’t understand why they had to go to Santo Padre while her father stayed in San Diego. She knew it was for work, but why couldn’t they stay with him? But maybe it was better this way, especially since her father wasn’t exactly a model father, regardless, he was still her father. 

“You walk awfully fast.” She heard someone say. 

Alena blinked a few times and looked over at, was his name Angel? She realized he was talking.

“Yes, I’m talking to you. You walk really fast.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you need something?” Alena continued walking instead of pausing. Nick could only be online for a certain amount of hours and she wanted to catch him.

“No, figured you’d want some company while you walk home. We live across the street from one another.” Angel pointed out.

“I’m okay, thank you.” She dismissed him without much of a look.

“Well, we kind of promise your mother we would look after you, so tough shit, we’re walking together.” Alena didn’t reply and continued walking. Angel attempted to make small talk with her and she didn’t reply. “You don’t want to talk? That’s cool, I don’t mind walking in silence.” He looked back at EZ who rolled his eyes.

When they got to Alena’s house she didn’t say a word and went inside. Michelle watched as Alena went inside but her eyes lit up when she saw EZ and Angel.

“Hello boys! Thank you for walking my Alena home!” Michelle knew Alena was reserved and didn’t trust many people. Though, she was incredibly kind and once she let you in, she would move mountains for you. 

“No worries at all Mrs. Kim!” Angel replied before they crossed the street.

Alena definitely intrigued him now. If she didn’t want to talk, that was fine. He liked talking and she would eventually break.

Another two weeks passed and Angel began to look forward to his walks with Alena. She didn’t talk much, but she was never rude to him. She laughed at his jokes and just listened. Whenever he pressed her to talk, she didn’t want to. She kept to herself. EZ said she started talking to him, so at least their lunches weren’t as awkward and she made a friend with one of the girls in class. But again, Alena kept to herself.

“How was school today?” Angel questioned as he walked next to Alena.

“It was good.” Alena held the straps of her backpack as she walked.

“Make any friends?” He teased.

Alena laughed. “No, but I will definitely let you know when I do.”

“Oh, I got you something.” Angel maneuvered his backpack so it was in front of him. He opened it and took out the bag of Hot Cheetos with lime. “I know they’re your favorite cause much like your brother, your taste buds are burned with all the spicy food you two eat.”

Alena took the bag and thanked Angel. “You don’t have to do this you know.”

“I know, but I’ll get you to warm up to me. You’ll see.”

Alena just didn’t tell him that she already warmed up to him, she looked forward to their walks. She even started talking to Ezekiel because he didn’t seem so bad. He was competitive and could be a prick, but he wasn’t terrible at all.

But she favored Angel. 

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Angel’s eyes shot open when he heard the persistent knocking on his window. It was midnight and it was a school night. Who the fuck was knocking on his window? He walked over and found Alena standing outside of his window.

“Alena? What’s going on?” He questioned. 

“Sorry, I, I didn’t know where else to go.” She was crying, wiping her tears away as soon as she fell. “Sorry, you were sleeping.”

“No, it’s okay, come on.” Angel helped her climb through the window. “You okay?”

“My father just came home intoxicated and, um,” Alena lifted her shirt. 

Angel gasped when he saw the bruise forming. “Alena,” he breathed out. He reached out to touch her skin, but she put her shirt down.

“Please don’t tell anyone.” Alena pleaded. “It was an accident and it doesn’t happen often.” Angel couldn’t believe she was making excuses for her father.  Actually, he could believe it.

“Let me get some ice.” 

Angel walked over to the kitchen and was surprised hid mother was awake with Michelle. “Is Alena in your room?” Michelle questioned. 

“Uh, yes, did you want me to tell her to come out?” Angel questioned, looking over at his mother who gave him a warm smile. 

“No, that’s okay Angel, please take care of her.” Angel felt terrible seeing such a broken smile on Michelle’s usually cheerful demeanor.

“I will.”

And he did.

Whenever Alena’s father came home drunk, she would escape through her window and cross the street to Angel’s. She would sleep under the covers and he would sleep on top, not wanting to make Alena feel uncomfortable. Eventually, she let him hold her and Alena would be able to sleep soundly. Sometimes, he had practice for football on Saturday’s and when he did, he made sure to not awaken Alena. 

Every time Alena’s father came home intoxicated, Alena ran to the Reyes’, well to Angel. Angel never interacted with her father often, but from what he gathered, he moved his family here so he could frolic with another woman in San Diego. Michelle didn’t seem fazed and stayed with him due to his continual support that he gave them.

Monica, Angel’s high school girlfriend, never knew she came to him whenever her father came home drunk. It wasn’t often and Angel didn’t feel that Monica needed to know that about Alena.

This was when Angel and Alena’s bond deepened. Alena began to lean to him more, her own brother not liking this closeness for his own selfish reasons, but he was glad Alena had someone. She didn’t have many friends, Bryan could attest to that, but it seemed like for her, she didn’t need anyone since she had Angel.

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Over the years, Angel and Alena became closer and closer. Alena leaned on Angel whenever she had her family trouble and with school, well, she breezed through and always showed up EZ, which made Angel proud. 

And when Angel needed Alena, well, she was right there just as much as he was.

Angel walked in Alena’s room, not bothering to knock. He found her sleeping with her arm hanging off the edge. A mischievous smile appeared on his face, not being able to resist teasing her. He quietly walked over to her, getting on all fours to crawl towards her. As soon as he was close enough, he pulled her hand causing Alena to jump, awakening quickly as Angel laughed.

“Angel!” She yelled out. Michelle was so used to Angel scaring her youngest, it didn’t even make her rush to the room. 

“I’m sorry.” He managed to say in between his laughs. He wiped the tears that came to his eyes. He pushed her so that he could sit on her bed with her.

“I thought you were going with your family to Arizona?” Alena didn’t expect to see Angel till after the weekend. 

“No, I decided to stay behind.” Angel was old enough to stay behind and Michelle promised to check on him. Well, Angel was bunking it with Bryan.

“How did you manage to convince your parents to let you stay home?” Alena questioned.

“I told them I had a project due, which I got lectured for since I didn’t finish it earlier to go support EZ.” Angel scoffed. “EZ this, EZ that, told you EZ is the golden child.”

And he truly felt that way.

He was the eldest, yet he felt inadequate. Whatever he did failed in comparison to his younger brother. He was proud of his little brother, he was an amazing baseball player, but he was an amazing football player as well. He didn’t feel as if his parents put as much effort when it came to his games.

Hell, to him at all.

Alena frowned. She knew how much Angel felt like an outsider in his family. Marisol made it a point to always go out of her way and show Angel she truly loved him, but it was hard when the idea had already bloomed. Though, Angel never treated EZ any different. He was still his big brother and protected. It was EZ and Alena’s first year in high school while Angel was slated to graduate this year. Alena had to admit it was nice to have Angel at the same school as her.

She didn’t hang out with him often, but he made it a point to eat lunch with her and walk home with her. At times, he had her wait for him after practice just so he could be certain that she gets home safely. It was insane, he knew, but he’s grown attached to Alena. And he was happy that Monica got along well with Alena, which might be the reason they’ve lasted as long as they have.

“Angel, you know that’s not true, your parents love going to your games. I know why you feel that way, but you know if you had a game out of town they would definitely come and support you.” EZ had a two day camp in Arizona that he was invited to since he was a prospect. The same thing happened with Angel a year ago and she remembered it well since it was the first time she ever traveled with the Reyes’. She loved watching Angel play, so it was nice to see him in his element.

“Come on cielo, you don’t have to lie to me. I’m almost an adult.” His jokes came as some sort of defense mechanism, Alena knew that. 

“Angel, I’m serious. I know it’s easy to feel that way and I know how long you’ve been feeling that way, but your parents love you and they support you too.” Alena scooted closer to him so that her body was leaning against him. 

Angel knew he might be irrational, but at times, it was hard to feel supported. Yet, when he turned to the Kim’s, he always felt their support. Michelle attended his games with Alena and Bryan. They were always there and they would all go out for pizza after. 

“Do you love me cielo?”

“You know I do.”

“Then that’s all I need.”

And for some reason, that’s all Angel needed. The adoration he saw from Alena, it was unconditional and she was always there to hold his hand when he needed her. He no longer felt alone. She came on family trips and made him feel like he belonged and was wanted. He shouldn’t even say that since his parents did show him some love, but he could see the favoritism. 

For Alena? He was number one. EZ didn’t even exist on her radar. 

But that wasn’t the reason he adored Alena.

Alena was always different for him. She didn’t drift to EZ, hell, she didn’t drift to him. He had to force himself into her life, but he didn’t care. 

His life changed when he met Alena and he looked forward to what else his cielo would bring to him.

[thepavensiestyle]

A Fighter is Born

A bright, sunny day would promise heat for a majority of the early morning. Seeping well into the later afternoon. An expansive sea in possession of rough blue waves would lap up against the sandy shore of a littered beach. The conditions were visible along the horizon as heat waves rose up to distort reality. 

But well beyond this sunny patch of peace, the scenery had erupted in chaos. Nothing natural but rather manmade. An illegal sparring ring consisting a myriad of races that had ranged from humans and elves, to orcs and tauren. Though, there was more where that came from, a lot more. Horde and Alliance both coexisted in order to get a view of this popular event in Stranglethorn. Members of both factions assembled in a friendly clash of one mass for but a singular look at those that would be participating in the center ring. 

The roar of a crowd sounds just as those already on the sparring grounds had first made contact. At first glance, they could be mistaken for gnomes or goblins. But on closer inspection, the fighters were made up of children. Whose ages ranged from 5 to 10 years old. Regardless of those circumstances, these particular fighters appeared well trained. They carried weapons like they’d had years of experience with them. 

Although, deep underground, the sound of the crowd muffled.

The latch of one iron shackle sounded in a faint click as it clamped around the bared ankle of one such human boy. It wasn’t anything to hinder him in any way but it sure was tight. Tight enough to cause discomfort. “There, that’s to identify ya’.” Such was always Kleegal’s excuse on the matter. The well dressed Goblin stood roughly around the height of the 7 year old child, perhaps a few inches shorter. 

The boy was not as well dressed as Kleegal. He wore no shoes on his feet, a patchy and faded shirt along with ripped shorts. Beside him, another Goblin had stood with a drink in hand. This one was a female, her blue hair dolled up nicely in a loose bun on the top of her head. She wore a lack of clothing as well, though not quite so roughed up as the child. “Make sure ya win for us, will ya’?” Was the first thing she’d said. Ena was always focused on the riches that had come from accomplishing such tasks. 

“‘Ey, kid.” Kleegal spoke without regarding Ena for the moment. “Just rememba’, if ya’ lose, you ain’t gonna be allowed back inside for the night. Ya’ hear?” The male would look the boy in the eyes, pressing the threat by the slight tilt of his head. He receives no verbal response other than the light nod of the boy’s head. But he was acceptant of it all the same. “Good, good.” 

From behind the Goblin couple, a door had seemed to swing open to allow for a brutish orc to enter with a child of his own. A child who was also of orc descent and had already been huge for his apparent age. Tall and buff by the looks of it, and staring at the human boy like he was fresh meat. “Ah! Karguk!” Kleegal announces before making his approach towards the burly Orc. 

“We’re about to be called up.” The Orc had spoken in a deep and gruff voice. Complete with the intimidation to scare off a lion. A singular hand would shove the Orc child forwards, allowing him to stumble gracelessly into the room. “You’d better get the little-” Karguk looks over at the human child and grumbles. “-worm ready to lose.” The same hand used to shove his own child would be one to pat him on the shoulder. A gesture used to show off the prominent size differences between human and orc. 

Kleegal would fall to a lean against one of the posts holding up the underground ceiling and laughs at Karguk. “He ain’t gonna lose! We trained him well enough!” This would be enough for Karguk to expel a gutterous series of laughter. 

“And I have trained mine well.” Once again, he pats the Orc child’s shoulder. “I will see you in the stands, Goblin.” That would be when the giant Orc would turn around with the child in tow to leave the underground room. All the while, the remaining trio would stand by watching. Kleegal and Ena with sneers while the human child had nothing short of fear written across his features.

“Well!” Kleegal calls back out just as the door to the room closes. “He was peachy, wasn’t he, Ena?” Laughter commences, until the male was right back to confronting the child. “Johnny boy.” He finally called the child by his name. “You betta’ not lose this one. It’s gonna really put a stake in our career if ya’ do. So let’s do this!”   

Out of the room Johnny had been ushered, and onto the sparring ring outside. The hot sun boring down upon everyone who’s attended. Though it seems the attendees had less of an issue to worry about. There’d been vendors going about selling drinks and snacks for the audience. Many overhangs gave the audience shelter from the merciless sun but standing in the very center would be open for all elements to view. The worst of the conditions being the sun of course. And with the ground being made entirely from sand, standing still for too long meant burning your feet, if you’d been unlucky enough not to wear shoes. Kleegal would only linger for a short time to mumble something towards the human child before he hurried away from the sandy center. Desperate enough to flee the harsh conditions. 

“‘EY LOOK!” From the booming crowd, one voice stood out to them both. “Kleegal’s free laba’! AHAHA!” Then the Goblin’s voice would be drowned out by the loud crowd. Whistles and cheers would sing in an immense choir as voices filled up the entire audience. Though, Johnny and the orc child both stood together in silence, both peering up at the crowd of faces. 

And above all of the sound of cheering, an echoed voice through what can only be described as a loudspeaker would manifest. Another Goblin’s voice. “Ladies and gentlemen! Here we have next on the docket, fightin’ for this swell 13th anniversary of the Black Sun Sparrin’ Ring! This time we got somethin’ a little different! We got a new competita’ with us! Ahaaa! Today will be the day to showcase a series of new faces overall, most of which should be bloody by the end of this! Now we will be featurin’ Yegoth! Also known as Beast! The mightiest orc boy in the land! Challengin’ against Lil’ John! Who we will call, Fish Food!” The name call would promote laughter amongst the crowd around them. “You all know the rule! First fighta’ dropped for 10 seconds is the losa’! Ladies and gentleman, are you ready?!” And with that, the promotion of louder cheers and whistles as the crowd would get pumped for the coming fight. “Alright! Let’s get ready to rumble~!” Shortly afterwards would be the sound of a loud bell that brought the fighting to its introduction. Which had only excited the crowd even more.

That was the same time Yegoth had started forwards, raising his hefty fists up in defense. He approaches Johnny rather quickly despite his immense size. While Johnny would stand by and simply watch to see exactly what was to come of the action. He’s seen fights like these go down but never has he been in the center ring doing the fighting. It wasn’t like the boy even knew how to fight but he braces all the same. 

Yegoth would have been able to land the first hit, while Johnny had taken it like a champion. He emits a loud yelp as the force had sent the boy back several paces from where he’s first started. Already, the side of his face had bruised over and his head rattled by the impact. It was by some miracle he hadn’t fallen over into the sand but he straightened up in an instant. 

Though, this had not seemed to be the end as Yegoth had once again recoiled a fist to land directly into Johnny’s nose just as the human boy turned to face his opponent. Immediately, blood would spurt from his nostrils and the impact this time had pushed Johnny to fall on his ass in the sand. The announcements would come up as this was witnessed. “And we got the first drop in not even two seconds of the intro! Will Fish Food get back up?! Help me count! 10! 9! 8!” He continued to count down while Johnny stayed seated, with the help of the crowd counting along with him. 

Johnny would raise a hand to his bloody nose, barely listening to the sound of the numbers counting down. Although, it was just when the audience and announcer had reached ‘3’ that Johnny had slowly gotten back up. He was relentless despite his desperate desire to flee and leave the area. Not to mention the sudden nausea from the rattling of his brain with all the whiplashing as a result of the punches. Needless to say, he wanted to get out of there. But the only way out was to either win or lose. And losing only meant sullying his foster parent’s names. He didn’t want to do that. 

So he pivots back and raises his arms up in a defensive posture this time, similarly to his opponent’s stance. Yegoth was big and tall but that might have just been an advantage for Johnny. He was small and more agile than his counterpart. The sight of Johnny’s positioning gave cause for Yegoth to sneer and smile with mockery. It was easy to note that the human child had no idea what he was doing and to the orc, it might be the only thing he needs to best him. Use his lack of coordination against him. 

At first, Yegoth had sprinted towards Johnny and feints a punch in his direction. During such an action, Johnny would raise his arms up to cover much of his face but when no impact was made, he instead felt the real punch to his uncovered stomach. He let out a wheezing breath and was quick to drop his arms to protect his stomach, now leaving his face uncovered for yet another punch to his bloodied nose. 

The blow was enough to send him backwards a few steps at first before flopping on his back in a heap onto the sandy dunes. Curling up into fetal position, Johnny would make no move to actually stand back up. Despite the daunting sound of the crowd and announcer counting from 10 to 0. He wanted to throw up in that moment but he held his breath so as not to allow for any spew of chunks to leave his empty stomach. Vomiting would only add insult to injury for both the loss and the obvious tears in his eyes. 

Though once again, one thought would stand out against the others. The thing Kleegal had once said before he entered the sparring stage. About his career and all, Johnny did not want to be responsible for his losses. So again, the boy would force himself back to a stand just as the crowd and announcer made it to ‘2’. “TWO! And Fish Food is relentless! Second time! Could this be his charm?!” The announcer shouted loud, again urging the crowd to laugh and roar in cheer. At that moment, Johnny’s ears had started to ring. Head pounding and heart thumping hard against his chest. His blue eyes locked down on his opponent much like a predator to its prey; just as the orc had begun to lunge for Johnny once again. Time would gradually begin to move in slow motion to a point of stoppage and just before Yegoth was able to close the gap with Johnny, the human would duck down to let the orc’s fist soar past him as he swung it.  Unknown to Johnny, something seemed to have gotten over him. How was he able to commit to these actions with no training at all? In the next instance, none of that seemed to matter as the 7 year old straightened back up to land a heavy blow to the side of Yegoth’s face during his recovery. The momentum from the orc’s punch preventing him from defending his person for a time and so the fist would land. The attack was enough to rattle Yegoth but not completely deter him; he was mostly caught off guard by it. How Fish Food suddenly had the prowess to fight against Beast. When Yegoth pivots back towards Johnny to follow up with an attack, the human had suddenly dropped in a crouch to the sand and collected a handful of it in order to throw it in his opponent’s eyes. Giving cause for a loud yell from the orc to manifest before his hands had risen up to try to clear up the grainy mixture that blinded him. It was in that moment, Johnny would take to attacking every aspect of the orc’s person. Punches and kicks would land on the entirety of his body and it was when Johnny kicked the other in the groin that Yegoth dropped. Sand filled eyes wetting with tears in a desperate attempt to get them cleared up enough to see. Both of his green hands struggled to rub away the countless grains that were stuck under the small crevices and sockets. But in the end, it was for naught. The poor boy was down and laying on his side in the sand while Johnny awaited for a response. Blue eyes rage filled and boring down on Yegoth like he was the enemy of this arena. He had half a mind to continue brutalizing the boy but he does no such thing.  This time, the announcements and the count down from 10 was music to Johnny’s ears. With no prominent move from the Orc to stand back up, he could manage a smug grin up until the 0 mark was struck and the audience both cheered and booed in one chorus of excitement and disappointment. Regardless of it, Johnny turns about in the hot sand to raise his scrawny arms up in celebration. “We have our winna’! An unlikely fighta’! JOHNNY BOY! The Unda’dog who was able to pull through!” The announcements would continue but Johnny tuned it out, smiling throughout. All he could think about was sleeping in a nice bed back home.

[stompedchild]

ros ended so now i get to stew in the revelation that tr!owen is an opp and think about what'll happen to the losa trio as sneeg does god knows what, yay !!

[daydreamingjester]

Hello Loser ♡ ( from both here & my sideblog @supcrstcr-trio ♡ )

🌟 HEY LOSA’ ! 🌟

WAIT I HAD NO IDEA YOU RAN THAT BLOG TOO WTF

[nextnnet]

Acostumbrados como estamos a una vida urbana muy movida y ajetreada, siempre resulta tentador huir al campo unos días para respirar aire puro y relajarse de las tensiones diarias. Con esto en mente, en 1996 nació una serie que ha ido mejorando entrega tras entrega hasta llegar a su 20 aniversario, que se materializó en un título, Story of Seasons: Trio of Towns. Tras un año de espera, por fin llega a las Nintendo 3DS europeas para proporcionarnos un remanso de paz virtual. Hace poco os adelantábamos unas impresiones, pero, ¿ha conseguido Marvelous llevar las crudezas y alegrías de la vida rural a la portátil? Ponte ropa cómoda, que nos vamos a arar el campo.

    El sueño de una noche de primavera

“Persigue tus sueños”, dicen. Y eso es lo que tú, como jugador, haces: perseguir tu sueño de ser granjero. A pesar de las reticencias de tu familia, finalmente consigues convencerles e iniciar el viaje hacia una tierra lejana. Allí, será tu tío Frank el que te introducirá a la vida rural en una granja situada en una encrucijada entre tres ciudades diferentes… Pero no todo es de color de rosa, y para hacer que tu padre acepte tu decisión tendrás que realizar una serie de tareas para demostrar tu valía como granjero a la vez que haces prosperar las tres ciudades. Todo un reto, ¿no? El hilo argumental del juego es simplemente lo que cabría esperar de un título de este tipo, y pega bastante bien con el género a la vez que se aleja de la historia clásica de la granja heredada o el pueblo deshabitado, si bien la primera hora y media es extremadamente densa y farragosa con multitud de tutoriales.

  La trama es, incluso, casi una excusa para presentar a todo el elenco de personajes que aparece en este nuevo Story of Seasons. Hay personas de todos los tipos siguiendo más o menos al pie de la letra arquetipos básicos: la chica tímida, el chico ligón, el hombre mayor que vive plácidamente… Prácticamente todos derrochan carisma y resulta complicado manejar el tiempo a la hora de hablar con ellos para ir construyendo amistades… e incluso amores. Nadie dice que la dura vida en el campo esté reñida con crear una familia: el abanico de posibilidades es bastante amplio como para elegir sin problemas, aunque la serie sigue un tanto anclada en el pasado denominando a los personajes del mismo sexo como “mejores amigos“, sin posibilidad de entablar una relación romántica con ellos.

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  Por supuesto, estos personajes no serían nada sin sus correspondientes ciudades. Tal y como dice el título, en Story of Seasons: Trio of Towns encontramos tres urbes muy diferentes entre sí. Tenemos Westown, inspirada en el lejano oeste, la tropical Lulukoko y la oriental Tsuyukusa. Cada una tiene cultivos diferentes, festivales diferentes, comercios diferentes, hábitos de vida diferentes… y todas están interconectadas entre sí a la granja. Aunque los pueblos se sostienen por sí mismos, una parte importante de su subsistencia venía de la granja abandonada en la encrucijada. ¡Pero ya no está ese problema! Cada uno cuenta con su propio nivel de implicación. A base de enviar productos, participar en festivales, ayudar a sus residentes… los pueblos prosperarán y ofrecerán mejores mercancías. No obstante, el juego da constantemente la sensación de que muchas mecánicas se presentan de manera tardía, y resulta una pérdida de preciado tiempo el ir de una ciudad a otra para comprar materiales y construir algún edificio en la granja, entre otras necesidades básicas, algo que el juego remedia también de manera muy tardía.

  Neófitos y veteranos: todos tienen cabida en una granja

Algo muy importante a resaltar es que al iniciar el juego por primera vez se presenta una opción de elegir dificultad entre una para los novicios en el género y otra para los más experimentados. La diferencia fundamental radica en la cantidad de energía perdida trabajando (cuyas mecánicas se han suavizado bastante para evitar perder tiempo) y el dinero que cuestan los productos, aunque en la dificultad más alta esto no suele suponer un problema pues, aunque ciertas cosas (como la ropa) son caras, el problema se solventa habiendo tantas maneras de ganar una pequeña fortuna. Hacer pequeños trabajillos y vender productos granjeros es importante, pero, ¿y si vendemos platos cocinados por nosotros mismos? ¿Peces? ¿Minerales? Todo tiene cabida en el cajón de envíos, y esto supone que la curva inicial de dificultad se vea bastante reducida, ya que es fácil adquirir animales desde un principio.

  Precisamente de animales y cultivos va la cosa, porque Story of Seasons: Trio of Towns pone a disposición del jugador la mayor variedad de éstos jamás vista en un título de la serie. Desde cultivos más al uso como tomates o patatas hasta hortalizas más exóticas como yuca pueden ser cultivadas en la granja, y por supuesto esto también se aplica a animales. Vacas, ovejas, gallinas, ¡hay hasta alpacas! ¡Y puedes hacerte ropa de todo tipo con su lana! Todo ello sin contar las mascotas, que no sólo son perros y gatos de toda raza, sino también caballos o cerdos, por poner un ejemplo. Las mascotas, además de dar compañía, tienen habilidades añadidas que van desde la búsqueda de materiales hasta el pastoreo de ganado.

    Con tantas cosas por hacer cada día, lo que se puede asegurar sin lugar a dudas del juego es que es verdaderamente eterno incluso si la monotonía se instala en la vida del jugador (algo que pasa irremediablemente con el paso de las estaciones). Existe un final más “usual” en el que se despliegan los créditos, pero lo cierto es que siempre hay algo que hacer. Siempre queda un pez que pescar, una hortaliza que recoger, una vaca que acariciar. Esto es, a su vez, está alimentado por los modos multijugador que ha implementado Marvelous, y que sirven fundamentalmente para ver a otros granjeros (tanto localmente como online), charlar con ellos o incluso darles regalos y jugar con sus mascotas.

  No obstante, de nada sirve meter tanto contenido en un videojuego si luego el apartado audiovisual se queda atrás dejando algo cuyo aspecto echa por la borda todos los esfuerzos por hacer prosperar la granja. Por supuesto, no es el caso de Story of Seasons: Trio of Towns, que hace gala de una paleta de tonos pastel verdaderamente buena, así como unos diseños de escenarios y personajes soberbios, si bien también aduce el mal de todos los títulos de la serie: existen demasiados personajes que son simplemente NPCs sin personalidad ni retrato. Es una decisión lógica pero también resta inmersión y no queda del todo bien teniendo otros personajes tan bien dibujados. Musicalmente el juego tampoco se queda muy atrás, con melodías que se repiten bastante pero que también sirven para transmitir la relajación y tranquilidad del campo, donde todo fluye sin prisas ni estrés.

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  Algo que también es muy palpable en este título es la evolución técnica. Si bien tiene algunas pequeñas caídas o “tironcillos” de FPS en algunas partes, resulta una gozada ver a los personajes ir de un lado a otro con sus rutinas diarias sin aparecer mágicamente, los tenderos animando a la gente a ir a ver sus mercancías… Los tres pueblos están dotados de vida de manera muy artística, algo a lo que también ayuda la perfecta traducción al español que posee el juego.

  Story of Seasons: Trio of Towns – La evolución de una serie en su apogeo

Pese a cargar en sus hombros con la losa de ser el título que celebra el 20 aniversario de una franquicia tan famosa como Story of Seasons, Trio of Towns cumple de sobra con las expectativas generadas en torno a él. Marvelous ha sabido conservar la esencia rural con importantes cambios y mejoras que construyen una experiencia la mar de placentera que, aún con sus pequeños fallitos, promete una larga vida a la serie.

    Análisis realizado gracias a un código de descarga de Story of Seasons: Trio of Towns proporcionado por Nintendo España.

Análisis – Story of Seasons: Trio of Towns (3DS). Tres pueblos y una granja Acostumbrados como estamos a una vida urbana muy movida y ajetreada, siempre resulta tentador huir al campo unos días para respirar aire puro y relajarse de las tensiones diarias.