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Chapter Seven: A Cry in the Dark

||LEGEND|| Bold Text: Xavier/Lumiere (Character Bot) Italic Text: Thomasin/Stellaluna (Me)

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With a snap of her fingers, Stellaluna transforms back into Thomasin. "While we wait for Tsuki to do her work, maybe we should eat something. Today went harder than we anticipated, Xavier."

As Thomasin reverted to her true form with a simple snap, Xavier followed suit, the mystical energy dissipating around him as he transformed back into his everyday self. The adrenaline of the battle was fading, leaving behind the more mundane reality of hunger and exhaustion.

"You're right," Xavier acknowledged, feeling the toll the day's events had taken on his body. "Food sounds like a good idea. We've earned a decent meal after all that."

He knew the importance of replenishing their energy, not just for their physical well-being, but to maintain their readiness for whatever might come next. The Doll Maker's threat still loomed over them, and they needed to be at their best to face her again.

"Let's find a quiet place to eat," Xavier suggested, his mind already on the comfort of a warm meal. "Somewhere we can talk and unwind without drawing too much attention."

Together, they made their way through the city streets, the sounds of the bustling metropolis a stark contrast to the silence of the rooftop they had left behind. They found a small, inconspicuous diner that seemed perfect for their needs—a place where heroes could blend in as just another pair of patrons in need of sustenance.

As they settled into a booth, Xavier allowed himself a moment to relax, the familiar ritual of sharing a meal with Thomasin a welcome respite from the demands of their double lives. They would eat, they would plan, and they would be ready for whatever Tsuki's analysis revealed. For now, though, they were just Xavier and Thomasin, two friends sharing a meal, their bond strengthened by the battles they fought side by side.

Ordering a club sandwich with crispy fries and lemonade, Thomasin sinks into her seat, tired and hungry. "So...what a day, huh? Seriously, I don't know how I'm supposed to go back to work next week when things seem to be really shifting into high gear."

Xavier ordered a hearty meal for himself, knowing his bottomless appetite all too well. As he watched Thomasin sink into her seat, he could see the weariness in her posture, the kind that only comes after a day of pushing oneself to the limit.

"It's been... eventful," Xavier replied, his voice carrying a hint of understatement. He understood the challenge of balancing their ordinary lives with the extraordinary demands of being guardians of the city. "But you'll manage. You always do."

He took a sip of water, considering her words. "We'll adapt, like we always have. Our duty to the city doesn't pause for the nine-to-five. But remember, you're not alone in this. I'm here, Tsuki's here. We're a team."

Xavier leaned back, his gaze steady and reassuring. "We'll take it one day at a time. And when work starts again, we'll find a way to make it all fit. We always find a way."

The food arrived, and Xavier took a moment to appreciate the simple pleasure of a meal shared with a friend and ally. "Let's enjoy this break while we can," he said, offering a small, encouraging smile. "We've earned it, and we'll need our strength for whatever comes next."

As they began to eat, the diner around them faded into the background, their conversation a quiet island in the midst of the world's noise. They were two people, connected by a secret that weighed heavily on them, yet also bound them together in a way few could understand.

"I know we'll figure it out. I'm just not used to this kind of excitement. Like, I write stories, deal with perfectionist directors and pushy fans waiting for the next chapter. I didn't...you know." She winks. He knows. "I mean, how did you deal with all this stuff before I literally dropped into your life?"

She wasn't kidding about the "dropped in" part. On the day the game recognized her as Stellaluna, it teleported her right to where Xavier was engaging a menacing wanderer. Before she had a chance to be terrified, she was given her Moon charm, instantly transforming into Stellaluna. In a moment worthy of a movie, she intercepted the wanderer with her dual blades before it could deal the final blow to Xavier.

They've been a team ever since.

Xavier took a bite of his meal, chewing thoughtfully as he listened to Thomasin's musings. Her wink was met with a quiet chuckle, the shared memory of her dramatic entrance into his life as vivid as if it had happened mere moments ago.

"I managed," Xavier said after a moment, his tone even. "But it was... different. More solitary. Having you here, it's changed the dynamics, for the better."

He paused, considering how to articulate the shift in his world since Thomasin became Stellaluna. "Before you, it was a lot of silent battles, a lot of shadows. You brought balance, a new perspective. Made me realize that even a lone wolf can benefit from running with a pack." Xavier's gaze drifted to the window, watching the city lights flicker. "You've made me stronger, not just in battle, but in spirit. We're a team, and that means we share the weight of this... excitement."

He offered her a small, genuine smile, a rare glimpse into the appreciation he held for their partnership. "We'll navigate this new chapter together, just like we've faced everything else. Side by side."

Their conversation was a dance of words, a subtle acknowledgment of the bond they had formed. As they finished their meal, the weight of the day seemed to lift slightly, replaced by the comfort of camaraderie and the unspoken promise that no matter what lay ahead, they would face it as one.

"Excitement?" she laughs. "Yeah. But I guess I get what you're saying. I mean, working on stuff, always having deadlines and whatever, I don't have a lot of friends. The only people I meet up with a lot are the folks I work with on shows and everything. But as crazy as all this is, it's nice to have...someone...you know?"

Thomasin averts her gaze, feeling rather shy. "Sorry, forget I said that."

Xavier listened to her laughter, a sound that seemed to momentarily lift the gravity of their situation. He understood the isolation that came with her line of work, the relentless pressure of deadlines and the transient nature of professional relationships.

When she spoke of having someone, Xavier felt the weight of her words, the significance of that simple acknowledgment. He respected the vulnerability it took for her to express that sentiment, even as she quickly tried to dismiss it.

"No need to apologize," Xavier said softly, his voice carrying a quiet assurance. "I get it. It's not just the battles and the close calls. It's the moments in between, the ones like this. They matter."

He met her gaze, his own eyes steady and sincere. "You're not alone, Thomasin. Not anymore. We're in this together, in every sense. And that's something worth acknowledging, no matter how crazy things get."

Their conversation was a delicate balance of shared experiences and unspoken understanding. As they finished their meal and prepared to face the rest of the evening, there was a sense of solidarity between them, a silent agreement that they were more than just allies—they were friends, connected by a bond forged in the fires of adversity and strengthened by moments of quiet connection.

"Xavier, what have I told you about being so sweet and making a girl feel special?" Her voice is playful, but behind the laughter, there is shyness there. Xavier was a very handsome man - looking into his eyes was like looking into an entire galaxy. She might have regarded him as her good partner, but she was also a woman. She could and did notice such things. "I worry about the woman who one day wins your heart. One day you're going to say something nice to her and her heart is going to come flying out of her chest because you made it flutter so much."

Xavier's response was a gentle smile, one that acknowledged the playful tease while respecting the shyness that lingered beneath her words. He was aware of the effect he could have, the way his demeanor could be both disarming and enchanting.

"I suppose I'll have to be careful then," Xavier said, his tone light, a touch of humor in his voice. "Wouldn't want to be responsible for any unintended heart flights."

He leaned back in his seat, his eyes holding a warmth that matched his smile. "But in all seriousness, making someone feel special isn't something I take lightly. It's important to appreciate the people who make a difference in our lives."

Xavier's gaze was steady, his words simple yet sincere. "And you, Thomasin, you've made quite the impact. So, consider any fluttering hearts a hazard of the job."

Their banter was easy, a comfortable exchange between two people who had grown to know each other well. As they prepared to leave the diner, Xavier was reminded of the unique connection they shared, one that was as much about the battles they fought as it was about the moments of human connection that followed. It was a partnership that transcended the ordinary, and he valued it more than he often let on.

"Hey! Hey! Listen." Thomasin was just getting up from their booth with Tsuki started calling out from her phone. "Do you hear me? I'm done here!"

Thomasin looks at Xavier. "Probably should take this in a more private place, yeah?"

Xavier nodded in agreement, his movements deliberate as he stood up from the booth. "Definitely. Let's find somewhere away from prying eyes and ears."

He led the way out of the diner, his senses alert for a suitable spot where they could discuss Tsuki's findings without interruption. The city offered many hidden corners and quiet spaces for those who knew where to look, and Xavier was well-versed in the art of discretion.

They found a secluded park bench tucked away in a dimly lit corner of a nearby park, the perfect place for a private conversation. The night had brought a cool breeze, and the rustling leaves whispered secrets of their own.

As Thomasin took out her phone, Xavier watched over her shoulder, his presence a silent pillar of support. Tsuki's eager voice filled the air, and both of them leaned in to listen, ready to uncover the next piece of the puzzle in their ongoing battle against the Wanderers.

"Finally, you let me out of my cage!" Tsuki says, rhythmically bouncing up and down. "I analyzed the protocore and discovered some interesting things. But you'll need to bring me more in order to confirm my findings."

"That makes sense," Thomasin replies. "What have you got so far."

"The energy in these protocores aren't like anything we've encountered before with past wanderers. It's almost like its a warped kind of energy - one energy mixed over another. It's almost like it's a parasitical form of energy, in which one form of energy takes control over another."

"Hmm..." Thomasin thinks for a moment. "Didn't the Doll Maker said she could control the wanderers? Maybe that's what you're seeing - her energy controlling the wanderers. What do you think, Xavier?"

Xavier listened intently as Tsuki relayed the findings, his mind already turning over the implications. The notion of a parasitic energy was troubling, suggesting a level of control and manipulation that went beyond their previous encounters with Wanderers.

"It's a plausible theory," Xavier said, his voice low and contemplative. "If the Doll Maker can indeed control the Wanderers, it would explain the unusual energy signatures Tsuki's picking up. It's like she's imprinting her will onto them, bending them to her purposes."

He looked at Thomasin, his expression serious. "We need to gather more protocores to confirm this, but it's a lead worth pursuing. Understanding her control mechanism could be key to stopping her."

Xavier's gaze returned to Tsuki, the digital advisor still bouncing with an energy that seemed inexhaustible. "Tsuki, keep analyzing the data. We'll get you more samples. The more we know, the better equipped we'll be to face the Doll Maker."

As they stood in the quiet park, the gravity of the situation settled around them like the evening mist. The battle was evolving, the stakes rising with each new revelation. But Xavier felt a steady resolve within him, bolstered by the presence of his partner and the guidance of their digital ally.

"We'll get to the bottom of this," Xavier assured Thomasin, his determination clear. "No matter what it takes."

"We're going to need a protocore from the wanderers she summons herself if we're going to get to the bottom of it," Thomasin says. "I wish we had grabbed the protocore from the one she summoned against me with that day. There's no telling when she might do it again."

Xavier nodded in agreement, the missed opportunity a lingering regret. "Next time, we'll be ready," he assured her with a firmness that left no room for doubt. "We'll make sure to secure a protocore from one of her personally summoned Wanderers. It's crucial for our understanding of her control."

He stood up from the bench, his posture reflecting the readiness to act. "We'll stay vigilant. The Doll Maker is bound to strike again, and when she does, we'll use the opportunity to our advantage."

Xavier's eyes met Thomasin's, conveying a silent promise that they would not be caught unprepared again. "Let's keep training and stay on our toes. We can't predict when she'll appear, but we can make sure we're ready to face whatever she throws at us."

As they left the park, the city's nocturnal symphony playing around them, Xavier felt the familiar pull of the hunter's life—the anticipation of the hunt, the readiness for battle, and the unyielding resolve to protect. With Thomasin by his side and Tsuki's guidance, he knew they were a formidable team, one that the Doll Maker would come to fear.

"More training? Seriously?" Thomasin looks like she might curl up into a ball and cry. "Xavier, you're going to be the death of me."

Xavier's lips quirked up in a half-smile, recognizing the exhaustion behind Thomasin's dramatics. "Not the death, Thomasin, just the forging," he said, his voice carrying a lightness to ease her weariness. "Steel sharpens steel, and you're getting sharper every day."

He took a step closer, his tone softening. "But not tonight. Rest is just as important as training. You've earned it."

Xavier knew the importance of balance—pushing too hard could be just as detrimental as not training at all. "Tomorrow is another day, and we'll face it when it comes. For now, let's get some rest. We both need it."

As they made their way back, Xavier was mindful of Thomasin's limits. He was a relentless warrior, but he was also a protector, and part of that duty was to ensure that his partner was taken care of, not just in battle, but in all things.

[Another week later]

Thomasin is lucky - so far, the Director doesn't need her for now, so she's been left alone, writing the next script for the serial. In between writing sessions, she trains with Xavier, preparing for their next encounter with the Doll Maker and her wanderers. It's a tiring balancing act, but somehow, she gets it done. Xavier's encouragement helps her more than she realizes.

Her work group chat wouldn't let up about all the Lumiere and Stellaluna sightings. The two heroes of Linkon City were all they could talk about - whether it was who was the stronger person (Lumiere, hand's down) or whether the duo were single or dating each other.

Ugh, why do people always ship folks like that? We're just friends! It's not like that! Thomasin thought, exasperated. Besides, it's kinda hard to think of romance when, you know, we're trying to save everybody's lives!

But the worst part was that the Director was thinking of making an action series about Lumiere and Stellaluna - and he wanted Thomasin to write the script. She politely declined, of course (she wasn't about to reveal her secrets, intentionally or not), but the Director was persistent.

"Spiderman didn't have to deal with this nonsense - so why should I?" Thomasin murmured before plopping her head onto her desk gently. "Eff my life!"

Xavier had been quietly observing Thomasin from the doorway, a silent sentinel in her moments of frustration. He could see the weariness etched into her features, the battle between her dual lives taking its toll.

He stepped into the room, his presence a calming force. "Spiderman also didn't have a Lumiere to watch his back," Xavier said, his voice a gentle reminder of their partnership. "And as for the shipping, let them talk. They don't know the half of what we do, the sacrifices we make."

He approached her desk, leaning against it with an ease that spoke of their shared comfort. "You're doing more than most could handle, Thomasin. You're writing stories that captivate minds while living a story that could change the world."

Xavier's hand found a stray pen, twirling it absentmindedly as he spoke. "As for the action series, let the Director dream. You and I, we have bigger battles to fight, more important narratives to shape."

He offered her a small, reassuring smile. "Take a breath. You're not alone in this. We'll handle it together, like we always do. And when the time comes, we'll give them a story worth telling—the truth of Lumiere and Stellaluna, the heroes behind the masks."

"Geez, Xavier!" She jumped high up from her desk, shocked to see her partner behind her. "How...How did you get inside my apartment? Is your teleportation power that overpowered?!"

Xavier's expression remained composed, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes at her startled reaction. "Teleportation would be quite the trick," he said with a soft chuckle. "But no, I used a more traditional method. The door was unlocked."

He straightened up, his stance relaxed. "You've been so focused, I didn't want to disturb you with a knock. But I'm here if you need a break, or just someone to vent to."

Xavier understood the importance of being there for Thomasin, whether it was for a training session or simply to offer a moment of respite from the pressures of her double life. "Sometimes, the quietest entries are the ones that can make the loudest impact," he added, his tone light, trying to ease the tension of the surprise.

He knew well the boundaries of their partnership and respected her space, but he also recognized when she might need that unspoken support. "I'll make more noise next time," he promised, a smile playing on his lips. "Just to keep your heart from leaping out of your chest."

"Oh well thank you." She gestures to her bed nearby, where he sits down. "Did you bring food too? Or we can order some. I haven't eaten yet."

Xavier took a seat on the edge of the bed, his movements graceful and deliberate. "I thought you might be hungry," he said, reaching into a bag he had brought with him. "I brought some takeout from that place you like—the one with the spicy noodles and the dumplings."

He placed the bag on the bed between them, the aroma of the food wafting into the air, a tempting invitation to take a break and replenish their strength. "But if you're in the mood for something else, we can always order your favorite."

Xavier knew the comfort that familiar food could bring, especially after a long day of juggling responsibilities. It was a simple gesture, but one that spoke volumes of his attentiveness to her needs.

"We can eat, talk, or just enjoy the silence," he offered, giving her the choice. "Whatever you need right now, Thomasin, I'm here."

"Oh my god, you're heaven sent, Xavier." She places her hand on her mouth so he doesn't see her drooling over the food. "Thank you so much, partner. Have I told you how much I appreciate you? Because I do."

Xavier's eyes softened at her words, a silent acknowledgment of their bond. "You don't need to say it, Thomasin. It's what partners are for," he replied, his voice carrying the weight of their shared experiences and unspoken understanding.

He opened the takeout containers, the steam rising and filling the room with the scent of well-spiced food. "Let's eat. You need your strength," he said, handing her a pair of chopsticks.

As they began to eat, Xavier was content to share the moment in companionable silence, knowing that sometimes actions spoke louder than words. The simple act of sharing a meal was a testament to their partnership—a partnership that went beyond battles and heroics, rooted in the care they had for each other.

Xavier watched as Thomasin's tension eased with each bite, her appreciation clear in her relaxed posture and the small, contented sounds she made. In these quiet moments, away from the chaos of their lives, they found solace and strength in each other's company.

"Hold on. Hold the plate for me." Focusing on the plate, Thomasin holds out her hand. The plate shakes a little before moving toward her. She carefully takes the plate in her hands, pleased with her new ability. "That's like...the coolest thing ever."

Xavier held the plate steady, an observer to the display of her burgeoning ability. His eyes tracked the movement of the plate, a hint of pride in his gaze at her accomplishment. "Impressive," he said, the word laced with genuine admiration. "You're getting stronger, more in tune with your abilities. It's remarkable to witness."

He watched as she took the plate, her pleasure in her newfound skill evident. "It is cool," he agreed, his voice steady and encouraging. "And it's only going to get more impressive from here. You're tapping into potential you haven't even begun to explore."

Xavier's belief in her was unwavering; he saw not just what she was, but what she could become. As they continued their meal, he knew that this was just a glimpse of the power Thomasin held within her, a power that would grow and shape the future of their fight against the darkness that threatened their city.

"All this time, I didn't think I even had an evol. And now that I do, it's telekinesis? So cool!" She takes a bite out of her plate of food. "Oh my God...remind me to buy this food when my sinuses are clogged up. The spice will set it straight!

Xavier's smile was a quiet echo of her excitement. "Discovering an Evol is always a turning point," he said, his tone reflecting a touch of wonder. "Telekinesis is a rare gift. You'll wield it well, I have no doubt." He watched her enjoy the food, her reaction to the spice a moment of levity amidst the gravity of their lives. "I'll remember," he assured her. "Spicy remedies for clogged sinuses. Though, with your new ability, you might just be able to clear them with a thought."

Xavier's humor was subtle, a gentle nudge to keep the mood light. He took another bite of his own meal, savoring the flavors and the company. "Enjoy your meal, Thomasin. You've earned it, and then some."

"Hey, you're my partner, right? So be sure you enjoy your food, too." She smiles, noticing how much happier she is with him around. "Besides, I can't possibly eat all this spicy food. Then again, if I eat it just before a wanderer fight, do you think I'd breath fire? Because that would definitely be a boon."

Xavier chuckled at the playful suggestion, the sound a low rumble in the quiet of the room. "Breathing fire would certainly add a new element to our battles," he said, the twinkle in his eye betraying his amusement. "Though I think I'd prefer to keep the fire-breathing to the dragons we might face."

He took another bite of his food, enjoying the heat that danced across his taste buds. "And you're right, as partners, we share the load—and the meals. I'll help you with the spice, but let's save the fire-breathing for the Wanderers who need a good scorching."

Xavier's presence was a steady comfort, his quiet demeanor a counterbalance to the chaos of their lives. As they ate, there was a sense of camaraderie that only those who have faced darkness together could truly understand. It was a bond forged in fire, unbreakable and enduring.

Xavier noticed the abrupt halt in her words, his gaze lifting to meet hers with a silent question. "Is everything alright, Thomasin?" he asked, his voice a soft note of concern.

He set his chopsticks down, giving her his full attention. Xavier was always ready to listen, to step in when needed, or to simply be there, a steadfast presence in the ever-shifting tides of their lives.

The room was filled with the quiet comfort of companionship, the kind that didn't always need words to communicate. Xavier waited patiently, ready to respond to whatever was on her mind, whether it was a new revelation, a sudden idea, or just the need to share a moment of silence.

"Ah, sorry." She pats her chest. "Some of that spice got caught up in my chest. I just need some water." Thomasin got up from her desk chair, totally missing the book that was on the floor. She trips over it, losing her balance very quickly. "AH!!!"

In an instant, Xavier was on his feet, his reflexes honed from countless battles allowing him to catch Thomasin before she hit the ground. His arms were secure around her, a protective embrace that steadied her.

"Careful," he said, his voice calm and reassuring as he helped her back to her feet. "The spice is one thing, but we can't have you battling the floor as well."

Once he was sure she was stable, Xavier retrieved a glass of water for her, his movements fluid and efficient. "Here, drink this. It should help," he offered, handing her the glass.

The moment of alarm faded, replaced by the quiet concern in Xavier's eyes. He made a mental note to clear any obstacles from her path in the future, always vigilant in his care for her. "Just take a moment, catch your breath," he advised, watching her closely to ensure she was truly alright.

"Ah...thanks. Didn't see that book there." Now, Thomasin is the one in danger of having her heart coming flying out of her chest. She steps away gingerly, dusting herself off. He was so well-toned and so...ahhhh.

Clearing her throat, she takes the water, thirstier than ever. "Thank you for that."

Xavier nodded, his expression unchanged, a mask of tranquility. "It happens to the best of us," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "Just glad I was here to catch you."

He watched as she took the water, ensuring she was recovering from the cough and the near fall. Xavier stood by, a silent guardian, always ready to assist but never overbearing. His presence was like a quiet shadow, there when needed and receding when not. "You're welcome, Thomasin," he replied, once she thanked him. "Take your time. There's no rush." Xavier knew the importance of these small moments of care, the way they could fortify the bonds between partners. As she drank, he quietly picked up the book from the floor, placing it safely on the desk, out of the way.

"Whenever you're ready, we can continue our meal," he said, his tone an invitation rather than an expectation. Xavier was patient, understanding that sometimes life—and spice—could take you by surprise.

"So, while I have you here, you can tell me how I'm supposed to get the director off my back about writing a script for a Lumiere/Stellaluna series." Thomasin takes a bit of her food. "First of all, I don't think he can do it. He mainly directs dramas, you know, the soap operas all the old ladies watch without fail during the day and the ones the office ladies watch at night. It's what he's basically known for. This is my third time working with him."

"Anyway, I get why he's trying to capitalize on...you know. Our masked antics are all my colleagues ever talk about. If it's like this in my group chat, it's probably worse everywhere else." Thomasin's eyes widened. "Should we check social media to see what's going on?"

Xavier leaned back slightly, considering her dilemma with a thoughtful gaze. "Navigating the director's expectations can be tricky," he mused. "Especially if his expertise doesn't align with the vision for a Lumiere/Stellaluna series."

He took a bite of his food, chewing slowly as he pondered her situation. "Perhaps suggest a collaboration with someone who has experience in the genre you're aiming for. A partnership could balance his dramatic flair with the action and intrigue a superhero series demands."

At the mention of their masked escapades becoming a hot topic, Xavier's lips quirked in a half-smile. "It's inevitable that people would be drawn to the mystery of Lumiere and Stellaluna," he said. "But remember, social media is a double-edged sword. It can amplify the legend as much as it can distort it."

He paused, considering her next move. "Checking social media might give us insight into the public's perception. It could be useful to understand the narrative they're constructing around us." Xavier's tone was nonchalant, but his eyes held a sharpness—a hunter's awareness of the importance of staying one step ahead of the story being woven about them.

"Let's start with Breddit - that one site where you can talk about all kinds of topics. Surely, we can find something there, right?"

And find things they did. In addition to topics regarding their sightings, they find countless other communities - fan clubs for Lumiere, fan clubs for Stellaluna, and fan clubs shipping the two together. Thomasin knew better than to actually click on the links - there was bound to be a topic, a photo, or an illustration that neither of them would be ready to take in.

"Ah...looks like...we're kind of popular, huh?"

Xavier's eyes scanned the screen, taking in the myriad of posts and discussions that sprawled across Breddit. The sheer volume of attention was a testament to the impact they had made on the city's consciousness. "It seems we've become quite the phenomenon," he acknowledged, his voice a low hum of amusement mixed with a hint of wariness.

He leaned closer, not to read the details, but to gauge the general sentiment. "Popularity can be a fleeting thing," he remarked. "But it appears Lumiere and Stellaluna have struck a chord with the people of this city. They're looking for heroes, and somehow, we've filled that role."

Xavier straightened up, turning to Thomasin with a slight shrug. "We should tread carefully. This kind of attention can be overwhelming, and it's not always positive. But for now, it's clear we're giving them something to believe in."

He offered her a small, reassuring smile. "Let's just focus on what we do best��protecting the city. The rest is just noise." Xavier's demeanor remained calm, a steady presence amidst the storm of public opinion.

"Oh, they're looking for something all right, and I don't think it's just for us to be heroes." Thomasin clicked out of the site. "Fans going to do what fans do, but you're right. I shouldn't put too much thought into it. I think when you're a hero, keeping your sanity in tact is pretty important."

Xavier nodded in agreement, his expression serene yet understanding of the complexities that fame could bring. "Indeed, the line between hero and icon is often blurred by the gaze of the public," he said. "Our true purpose must remain clear amidst the clamor."

He watched as Thomasin closed the site, a silent commendation for her decision to step away from the whirlwind of speculation and adoration. "Sanity is a precious commodity in our line of work," he continued. "We must guard it as fiercely as we do the city."

Xavier's gaze lingered on her for a moment, a silent acknowledgment of the weight they both carried. "Remember, Thomasin, you're not alone in this. We stand together, not just against the darkness, but also against the storm of attention that follows us."

He offered a faint smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes but conveyed his support. "Now, let's finish our meal. We'll need our strength for whatever comes next."

"Well, I have to get back to work on my script, but you are more than welcome to hang out and rest if you like, partner." She smiles at him warmly. "There might be a bag of unopened dried mango slices on the kitchen counter if you'd like a snack later."

"Thank you, Thomasin," Xavier responded, his voice a soft echo in the room. "I might take you up on that offer. The mango slices sound tempting."

He stood up, his movements graceful and unhurried, a quiet force in the space they shared. "I'll be around if you need anything," he assured her, his tone carrying the weight of a promise. "Good luck with your script. I have no doubt it will captivate the audience just as Lumiere and Stellaluna have."

With that, Xavier retreated to a corner of the room, finding solace in the silence that allowed Thomasin to focus on her work. He picked up a book, the pages a familiar comfort, and settled in. Every so often, his gaze lifted from the text to watch over her, a silent guardian ever present, ever watchful.

Thomasin continues to work into the night, Xavier nestled in the corner of the room, quiet as a mouse. It is only when things seem too quiet does she realize that he's fallen asleep. With a smile, she quietly creeps out of the room, grabbing a blanket for him. Carefully, she drapes it over his sleeping form, careful not to disturb him.

"Sleep tight, Xavier," she whispers quietly.

She continues to work on her script, mindful of her draft deadline, approaching in two days. It's nearly two in the morning when she gets a notification on her phone - someone is at her door. The phone doesn't make a sound since it's on silent mode - usually done so she can sleep. Confused, she heads for the door.

"I didn't order any food - who on earth is knocking at this hour? Maybe it's someone who got the wrong apartment."

Tired, she saunters to the door, not in her right mind as she opens the door. "Hello - "

The figure is tall, dark, and menacing - surrounded by black feathers.

Her screams echo throughout her apartment - and then...silence.

Her glasses are on the floor - but the rest of her is nowhere to be found.

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sleepy-masks · 2 months ago

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Ok hai, first post. And it's my first fanfic on Ao3 as well, lol. Anyways, I thought I might as well post it on here and see what you guys think. I hope you guys like what I have so far. Also, here's the summary. (I don't have a beta reader, so sorry about any errors in Grammer and spelling).

“Can you teach me how to fight?”

Vance almost choked on smoke as he looked up at Bruce, with wide eyes.“What?”

“Can you teach me…how to fight?” Bruce asked louder, and a bit more nervously.

Vance, in his exasperated state, started to laugh. It sound more like cackle, but it was still a laugh. “You're joking, right? Like, you’re fucking with me?”

Bruce frowned and shook his head, “I - No, I’m not joking. I wish I was -” sighing, he took a deep breath “You’re the last person on this earth I want to ask for help, but I really need to learn to fight."

Vance shook his head, and ran a hand through his hair. He took a deep inhale of his cigarette before throwing it to the ground, stomping on it.

“Ok sure, I'll help ya. But only if you do something for me."

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Vance is asked to help teach Bruce how to fight. And he agrees, for the fuck of it. But what he doesn't see, is how fast one can fall in love. No matter how hard we try and fight it.

#brance #the black phone #vance hopper #bruce yamada #kinda gay #im just a girl #lots of hurt #sorry not sorry #gay

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solusprime987 · 1 year ago

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Everything I'm about to say has been said by autistic individuals in the past but I just wanted to add my own thoughts, I'm aware that my words likely won't have much of an effect and that the majority of neurotypicals will just scroll past but for all those neurotypicals that couldn't care less there is just as many autistic people who are desperate to read something that makes them feel understood and less alone so writing this is entirely worth it in my opinion, long post ahead;

Being neurodivergent is hard, especially in a world that isn't built for us and is reluctant to make any changes to accommodate us and with the addition of social media we are constantly seeing harmful videos with even crueler comment sections, I'm not going to put any examples of that cruelty here because that completely defeats the point of this post but if you ask any neurodivergent person what the most nasty and mean spirited comment they've read or received directly is then you are going to hear an extensive and different list from every person you ask,

Seeing these things on a daily basis can ruin your self esteem and any confidence you have about being neurodivergent, now I'm not going to say any of the usual rubbish "just ignore it" "it's just jokes" "you shouldn't let it bother you" "just scroll away" because none of these sentences make even the slightest bit of difference when the videos and comments are so common place that they cannot be avoided,

All I can say from one autistic woman to every neurodiverse person that reads this post, You aren't alone <3 you have an entire community here to support and love you during the hard times and the good times whether you are undiagnosed, on the pathway to getting your diagnosis or already have your diagnosis you have an entire community here that has your back and will take you in with open arms (or a kind head nod if you don't like touch) reading books like Unmasking Autism by Dr Devon Price and going through tags such Actually autistic and neurodiversity will help you feel less alone and isolated particularly on tumblr and tiktok these tags are full of supporting and understanding neurodivergent people of all genders, sexualities and ethnicitys, you don't even have to directly communicate with them just watching their videos or reading their posts can help mitigate some of the negative feelings you have about your neurodivergentency.

As I said earlier in this post you will likely never be able to avoid the harmful stereotypes, the nasty comments and the ignorance that a lot of neurotypicals are full of but you can counter it by surrounding yourself with other people that understand and have similar experiences as you because we do exist and you are so so far from alone in this world even if it feels that way a lot of the time.

I'm extremely tired so this post might not make much sense and it's likely got more then a few grammer and spelling errors but I hope I got my point across well enough that it helps any neurodivergent individual who finds this post and gives them the reassurance they need, you aren't alone my friend and you are a beautiful and worthy person who's neurodivergency can be equally as beautiful <3

#actually autistic #neurodivergent #autistic experiences #autistic thoughts #neurodiversity #neurodivergent love #neurodiverse stuff #you arent alone

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perfectlovevn · 11 months ago

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i'm currently working on a document pointing out all script errors (typos, misspellings, grammatical errors, etc) so that those can be corrected for the update (i think the writing of the game itself is so so good, i've just got the language autism that turns me into an english teacher whenever there's a typo lol. technicalities you could say)

and just to get this in order for the doc... is the narration supposed to be in past or present tense? the script jumps between the two frequently, and i can't tell which direction to point out the tense inconsistencies. like i know the narration is supposed to be in second person since that's what's primarily used (there's a few perspective inconsistencies where some narration lines use first person instead), but i can't discern the same for past or present tense, so i figured i'd ask

Man you are an angel. One of the things that I kept trying to remind myself to do yet kept on flying over my head was to check for grammer and typos once I finished the game. When I did playtesting, I think I did fix some based off of the playtester's feedback, but I really should have went through better and put it through a spell checker. I also saw your documentation on looking through some of the easter eggs and I am both in awe and also I might use that for corrections for the update.

I think it's supposed to be in the present tense. Most of the internal thoughts should be in second person, except for in some of the easter eggs for names which can swap between first person and second person. Those ones I feel like don't matter nearly as much since unless you are specifically looking for easter eggs, you will likely never see them at all. But if you do wish to fix them, then by all means.

Anyways, thank you so much?? I think while I was skimming through some of the playthroughs of my game, one of the bigger issues is the amount of grammer/typos I had so if I could fix that, then it probably would make the game even more polished!

#perfectlovevn #male yandere #yandere boy #yandere #yandere vn #milo asks

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nickle-moth · 11 months ago

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The New World.

(Sorry for any grammer/spelling errors)

Scott flew back to Rivendell, the rapture had destroyed most of the empires and he had to check on his. As he got closer, he could see the vines.

"Oh no"

He landed and ran to check on the antlers. Safe. Ok, Scott then went to Xornoth's prison. Destroyed.

"Oh no"

He thought again.

He ran out side and was greeted by his brother, standing on a vine.

"Hello there"

…

Scott was unable to escape the circle he was teleported into, probable due to magic, and he was face to face with Xornoth, who was outside the circle.

"Xor Xor please."

Scott was begging at this point. What was he supposed to do! He had a husband and a child to look after. But Xornoth didn't know that. Then they heard rockets, someone land, and quick footsteps twords there location.

"SCOTT!"

"JIMMY, STAY BACK"

Scott yelled to his partner.

"Adar? What's going on? Are you ok?"

There child, Newt, asked him.

"Everything's fine Newt, just stay with Soña."

Newt wasn't the only one Scott was trying to reassure.

"Adar?"

Xornoth asked his brother, stepping into view of Newt and Jimmy.

"Yes, I have a child, and a husband, and thats why I need you to let me go!"

Scott pleaded to his brother, who walked over to the other two. Jimmy hugged Newt tightly to his legs, but didn't move, letting Xornoth get a good look at his nephew. Xornoth crouched down to eye level with Newt,

"Hello there little one. I dout you've heard of me but I'm Xornoth, apparently I'm your uncle."

Xornoth introduced himself to the child.

"I've heard of you! Adar talks about you a lot!"

Newt said happily. He was glad he could finaly meet his uncle, and his uncle looked so cool too!

"Oh? Does he now? What does he say about me?"

Xornoth was intruiged to know what his brother said of him in his absence. Thinking it would be like, 'he's a terrible person' and 'he deserved to be locked away' and stuff like that.

"He says that you were really cool, and an awsome big brother, but one day you were taken by the corruption. And the corruption is bad but that doesn't necessarily make you bad. So he and some other people had to lock you away, but he feels really bad about it, and really didn't want to, and said he was going to help you weather you like it or not! And… he really misses you."

Xornoth was surprised. He had just heard the exact opposite of what he expected to hear. He stood up, walked over to where Scott was, and wispered so only Scott could hear him,

"I miss you too, but it's too strong. I'm sorry."

Xornoth deactivated the magic keeping Scott in the circle, and vanished. Scott imediatly ran over to Jimmy and Newt and wrapped them into a big hug.

"I got to meet uncle Xor Xor!"

Newt exclaimed.

"Yes, you did!"

Scott was glad Xornoth didn't hurt them, but sad that he might not be able to help his brother.

Suddenly, a giant purple god-looking thing appered.

"You need to leave. Come with us, we are taking all of you to a safer dimention. No one will remember what happened in this demention, but we are sparing your memories, because you have a child. If you wish to keep your memories, you will not tell anyone about anything that happened in this realm."

The god explained, and they followed it through the portal it made. 'I know this symbol all too well' Jimmy thought, but ignored it anyway.

"To better hide the memories of others, you must not be allowed to stay as you are. We will have to hide your species from others."

"I can just become a normal elf, no wings or antlers. And maby change my outfit too."

Scott offered. The god agreed and purple filled the air, moments later, Scott's wings and antlers were gone.

"What about you? Little cod?"

The god asked, gesturing to Jimmy.

"I don't really know."

Jimmy said, and thought for a moment.

"Maby we can make you another hybrid entirly?"

The god offered. And Jimmy agreed.

Purple filled the air once more and now Jimmy's fins, tail, and gills were all gone. Replaced by small yellow wings.

"I'm a bird!"

Jimmy was a little excited, Scott's feathers were always so pretty, now he had his own!

"What about me?"

Newt asked the god, and it thought for a moment.

"I have an idea, if you will allow me"

Newt nodded.

Purple filled the air for the last time, and now, Newt was left with pointed ears, and gills.

"Is this ok?"

The god asked the three before him.

"I still have a little bit of Soña, and Adar! It's perfect!"

Newt exclaimed, already loving his new look.

"It's wonderful."

Scott said, and Jimmy agreed with a nod.

"Live safe little ones."

The god said before it, and the portal, vanished.

"So, no one will remember us?"

Jimmy questioned his lover.

"And we can't remind them."

Scott finished.

"Guess I'll have another chance to make peace with Fwhip."

Jimmy said to himself, but it was overheard by his husband.

"Thats what you're worried about?"

"Not worried, just… excited, no enemies this time! A fresh start!"

Scott was excited by that too. 'A fresh start' he echoed in his mind.

The next day went well, Scott and Jimmy introduced themselves, and Newt, to their new neighbors, and were hanging out with each other when the god appered for a moment.

"I forgot to mention this yesterday, but all of the emperors personalities have been inverted, for the sake of better protecting their memories."

It said to the family and vanished once more.

"THAT'S WHY LIZZIE WAS SO NICE!!"

Jimmy exclaimed. And Scott burst out laughing next to him.

The rest of the evening was calm, no gods, no end-of-the-world, no wars. Just Scott, his husband, and his child.

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I hope you enjoyed! This is the first fic in my new au that I have yet to name! (<- help please)

A few quick things:

I am by no means a writer, so this is written very badly, sorry

"Adar" is what I'm using as the elvin word for father

"Soña" is what I'm using as the word for father in whatever Jimmy's first language is (I'm just calling it oceanic)

The symbol Jimmy recognised was the watcher symbol, and the god was a watcher

If I get any personalities/story wrong, sorry. I'm trying my best

If you don't like it, don't be mean, just move on

I think thats all, more to come soon!

(ps, Jimmy, Scott, and Newt aren't the only emperers who have their memories!) <3

#nicklefic #scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #xornoth #empires smp #empires s1 #empires s2

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zayneandmelinoeareravenous · 9 months ago

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Chapter Three: Let's Talk, Shall We?

||LEGEND|| Bold Text: Zayne (Character Bot) || Made by xchylar Italic Text: Melinoë and Other Characters (Me)

This hasn’t been checked for spelling/grammer/errors, etc - Read at your own risk!

"Disgusting traitor - you're no better than he is," the male spat at her. "In fact you're worst. You should be helping us kill him, not saving him."

"I have no desire a kill a man in order to sate your jealous," Melinoë whispers, brandishing her dagger. "But my fight is not with you, just as your fight was never with Doctor Zayne."

She holds the dagger up high. "Now...let me free you from your suffering. I'm sorry you had to be changed in the first place."

The dagger enters his heart with a swift, killing blow.

Zayne’s car glided through the streets, its headlights cutting through the night’s embrace, unaware of the grim ballet that had just played out in his wake. Melinoë, the night’s envoy, had once again intervened with lethal efficiency, her actions preserving the delicate balance of his unsuspected guardianship.

The male’s accusations, a venomous outpouring of betrayal and misplaced animosity, died along with him as Melinoë's dagger found its mark. It was a poignant reminder of the complexities and shadows that now entwined around Zayne’s existence, a web of intrigue and danger he was only partially aware of.

Melinoë, with the resolve of the sentinel she was, bore the burden of her choices with a silent stoicism that matched Zayne’s own. Her duty, self-imposed and unwavering, was a mantle she carried alone, her struggle obscured from the eyes of the man she protected.

In the sanctity of his lodgings, Zayne’s thoughts were a mixture of contemplation and resolve. He was a man who had dedicated his life to mending the broken, to staving off the cold hand of death. Yet in this new chapter, where the lines between predator and prey blurred, he found himself relying on the unseen forces that shielded him.

He poured himself a drink, the liquid amber reflecting the dim light of his room, and allowed himself a moment of introspection. The air around him was heavy with the unspoken, with the lives that hung in the balance every time he stepped into the operating theater or walked the streets of Riverisle City.

For Zayne, there was a new kind of surgery to master, the delicate excision of truth from the body of lies that sought to ensnare him. He had been a healer, but now he was also the enigma, the evol that others sought to claim for their dark designs.

As the city slumbered, and Melinoë disappeared back into the shadows from whence she came, Zayne found himself at the precipice of a reality he had yet to fully comprehend. The edges of his world were fraying, and with each passing day, the tapestry of his life grew more intricate and perilous. Tomorrow, he would rise and face whatever came with the poise and determination that had become his hallmark. But tonight, he was a man alone with his thoughts, the silent sentinel of his own fate.

Melinoë, despite her better judgement, makes the first move.

Zayne, ever the professional, arrives on campus the next morning before everyone else does, preparing for his next lecture. The day is overcast, enshrouding his office with more shadows than usual. When he walks into the room, not turning off the light because despite the grey clouds, he still has high visibility. The moment he sits, she speaks.

"I could tell you that you don't have anything to worry about, but I have a feeling you wouldn't believe me." He cannot see her. She is too well blended into the shadows - even in the smallness of his office. Her voice is quiet, almost musical. It's the voice of an otherworldly woman, a person who knows too much. "You acknowledged me...so I might as well introduce myself to you."

The familiar confines of his office, usually a sanctuary of solitude and scholarly pursuits, took on a different character under the overcast sky. The shadows seemed to stretch and deepen, imbuing the room with an air of quiet expectancy. As Zayne settled into his chair, the atmosphere was charged with an unspoken dialogue, waiting to be initiated.

Her voice, when it came, was both a disruption and a revelation—the phantom finally stepping forth from the veil. Melinoë's presence, though unseen, filled the room with a palpable intensity. Zayne remained composed, his posture relaxed yet alert, the scientist within him analyzing this new variable in his equation of daily routines.

"I appreciate your candor," Zayne began, his voice steady, betraying none of the surprise that flickered behind his stoic facade. "And while introductions are overdue, it seems you already know a great deal about me. Perhaps you could start by telling me why my welfare appears to be of such interest to you."

His eyes scanned the dim contours of the room, seeking the source of the voice that seemed to emanate from everywhere and nowhere. Despite his outward calm, Zayne's mind was racing, piecing together the fragmented clues of his recent encounters, this mysterious protector now woven definitively into the fabric of his life.

"As a man of science, I find myself at a crossroads of understanding. You saved my life, for which I am grateful, but the context remains elusive. Who are you, Melinoë, and what is the nature of this threat that shadows me?"

Zayne's questions hung in the air, a challenge to the unseen Melinoë to unveil the layers of ambiguity that surrounded her actions. He was a man accustomed to dealing with tangible truths, dissectible under the microscope of his intellect. Yet here he was, conversing with an enigma, his office transformed into a stage for a dialogue that could well dictate the course of his immediate future.

In the quiet that followed, Zayne waited, patient yet anticipatory, for Melinoë to step forth from the shadows, to illuminate the dark corners of this mystery with her revelations. His life, once a linear path of medical pursuits, had branched into unforeseen corridors, and he was ready to confront whatever truths lay waiting in the half-light of that overcast morning.

Melinoë chuckles, amused by his words. "That is...one what of putting it, isn't it. Your welfare being of interest of me, that is. Well doctor, if it wasn't of interest, you wouldn't be here, would you? In fact, you would have been found as a body surrounded by a pool of blood. And that's if that student was being generous with you."

Zayne acknowledged her laughter with a subtle tilt of his head, a tacit acceptance of the grim humor in their situation. Her words, though veiled in mirth, carried the weight of truth—a truth that he had narrowly escaped more than once.

"I'm under no illusion about the gravity of my predicaments," Zayne responded, his voice reflecting a quiet intensity. "The scenarios you paint, while morbid, are a stark reminder of my current reality. One I seem to have been thrust into without so much as a by your leave."

He folded his hands on the desk, the picture of composed inquiry. "Yet here we are, you saving me from fates decidedly less clinical than my line of work typically warrants. My curiosity, as you might imagine, is piqued. What stake do you have in the continuation of my rather mundane existence?"

The silence that followed was not uncomfortable but expectant, as if the room itself held its breath for her reply. Zayne's gaze remained fixed on the play of shadows, pondering the intricate dance of light and darkness that seemed to mirror their current discourse.

"Your intervention suggests a purpose beyond mere happenstance," he continued, probing the shrouded depth of her intentions. "And while your anonymity has been... well-preserved, the time for subtlety appears to be at an end. What is it that you seek, Melinoë? And perhaps more pertinently, what should I seek in you?"

Zayne's questions lingered, an open invitation for Melinoë to reveal more of the cryptic tableau in which they were both enmeshed. He was not one to shy away from the uncomfortable or the unknown, and his life's work had prepared him to face the complexities of the human condition. Now, he found himself applying that same resolve to the mysterious protector whose silhouette seemed to cast a long shadow over his every move.

"What stake do I have? Personally, I do not. I know not much of your biography, nor do I have plans to change that. But what I do know is that you have been noticed by entities I am very opposed to, which means for the time being, you have been noticed by me."

With a beat, Melinoë appears before him, walking from a dark corner of his office over to the front of his desk. She is dressed is a long cardigan with leather sleeves, a black shirt and thin jeans, and black books. Her hair is a long bob, black like the night she moves freely in. Her gray eyes are a dead giveaway of her preternatural nature.

"Good morning, Doctor. My name is Melinoë and I have been the one looking after you for the past several weeks. Unfortunately, you have targeted by those who wish to use you for their...nefarious purposes. But as you can tell...I cannot allow that to happen."

In the presence of Melinoë's materialization from the shadows, Zayne maintained his composed demeanor, regarding her with a clinical detachment befitting his profession. Yet, behind his impassive exterior, his mind was diligently cataloging every detail of her appearance, from her attire to the ethereal quality of her eyes. It was a habit honed by years of diagnosing conditions with a mere glance; only this time, his analysis sought answers to a more enigmatic condition.

"Good morning, Melinoë," he greeted her, with the polite formality that was his custom. "Your endeavors on my behalf have not gone unnoticed, and for that, you have my gratitude." Zayne's voice was even, betraying neither alarm nor awe at her sudden appearance. "The term 'nefarious purposes' is unsettlingly vague, though. Care to elaborate?"

He leaned back slightly in his chair, the scientist in him not content with the broad strokes of her explanation. "It is one thing to be a bystander caught in someone else's crossfire. It is quite another to be the intended target." His eyes, sharp and assessing, met hers. "Who are these entities, and why does my existence pose such interest to them—and by extension, to you?"

Zayne's inquiry was pointed, seeking specificity in the midst of the nebulous threat that now encircled his life. The role of unwitting participant was an ill fit for a man of his stature, and his natural inclination for control and understanding chafed at the ambiguity.

"As much as I appreciate your protection, I find myself more inclined to understand the game board before committing to a strategy," Zayne added, his words laced with the precision of a chess master contemplating his next move. "Knowledge, after all, is as potent a weapon as any blade."

There was a subtle shift in his posture, an indication of his readiness not just to defend his life, but to play an active role in uncovering the truths that lay shrouded in the veil of secrecy Melinoë represented. Zayne was not a man to be kept in the dark, and his resolve to illuminate the situation was as unwavering as his commitment to his patients.

"Doctor, as a man of science, I understand your first instinct is to assess the situation as to create a solution to the best of your ability. This includes discovering things that may not be readily in front of your face." Her voice is precise and clinical, almost like his is. "All you need to know that that the recent attacks on you are due to those who...how shall I put this...they do not like what you represent to them. Nothing to do with you being a doctor, of course. But due to you being a symbol of potential. A desired specimen."

Melinoë takes a deep breath. "Trust me when I say...this situation is nothing you are ready for. Even with your experience and your evol, this is nothing like anything you might have encountered. The less you know about this - other than that I am will do all I can to ensure your surivival - the better. So be assured that I will look after until your finish your lectures here in Riverisle. But once you are done, do yourself a favor - leave. And never return."

Zayne listened intently, his sharp mind dissecting her carefully chosen words, seeking the subtext beneath the sterile surface of her explanation. Her assertion of his unintended symbolism and the resulting peril it carried resonated with a disquieting plausibility, yet it left vast expanses of the narrative shrouded in the unknown.

"As much as I respect your counsel, Melinoë, and the cryptic nature of this 'potential' I apparently possess, I must confess that your advice runs contrary to my very nature." Zayne's tone was measured, a reflection of the methodical thought process that underpinned his every action. "To flee in the face of adversity, especially one not fully understood, is not how I operate."

He paused, considering the gravity of her words, the implication of a threat beyond his capacity to counter. "You suggest an opponent whose machinations are beyond my comprehension, and yet, here you are, a harbinger of that very enigma. Can you not see how that in itself demands inquiry?"

Zayne's gaze, previously locked with hers, drifted momentarily to the window, where the grey clouds seemed to mirror the opacity of his situation. "I am not a man who takes kindly to being a pawn in someone else's game," he continued, his voice firm. "Nor am I inclined to abandon my post or my principles at the insinuation of danger."

He rose from his seat, the act deliberate, signaling a transition from passive listener to active participant. "I will not shirk my responsibilities here, nor will I run from shadows, be they cast by friend or foe. If there is a battle to be fought, then I will stand my ground, as I have done throughout my career."

Zayne's resolve was palpable, the air around him seeming to shift with the weight of his determination. "I am grateful for your protection, Melinoë, truly. But I will not be ushered away from my life's work or the city I have come to hold dear. If there is a storm to be weathered, I will face it head-on and on my terms."

His words were not a challenge but a declaration, a testament to his dedication to understanding, to facing whatever threat lay in wait with the same courage he brought to the operating theatre. Zayne Lí was not a man to be easily cowed, and though he valued the life Melinoë had preserved, he would not let fear dictate his actions or his destiny.

At first, she simply stares at him, her eyes wide as his words sink into her head. But then, she begins to chuckle...followed by a full-fledge laugh. She holds her stomach, amused by his haughtiness but not surprised by it. He is a doctor, after all, and a damn goodness. Further, there's his ice evol - he could easily take several lives before saving them, if he wished.

"I was right in my assessment of you, Doctor," she manages, standing upright. "You really are a fool."

And then, she disappears.

Before Zayne can process what's happening, he feels a sharp blade pressing against the side of his neck. "Still so sure of your abilities, Doctor? Because if you are...I'll leave you to it."

The laughter that bubbled up from Melinoë was a dissonant melody that briefly filled the room before cascading into nothingness, leaving an echo of mockery in its wake. Zayne's eyes, a reflection of his unyielding spirit, narrowed slightly, not in anger but in the clinical assessment of her response—a response that was as paradoxical as the woman herself.

Her abrupt disappearance was a trick he might have anticipated, yet the feeling of cold metal against his skin was a stark reminder of the precariousness of his position. The sensation was a stark contrast to the sterile precision of his surgical scalpels, a reminder that he was no longer in the familiar territory of his operating theatre.

Zayne stood motionless, his breathing measured, the blade at his neck a tangible threat that he understood all too well. "Your point is made, Melinoë," he said calmly, his voice betraying none of the adrenaline that surely coursed through his veins. "But let's not confuse courage with foolishness."

The threat of the blade was an argument he couldn't refute with words alone, and he had no intention of testing her willingness to use it. "If you wish to leave me to my fate, then do so," he continued, maintaining the careful stillness of his posture. "But know that my determination is not born of ignorance or hubris. It is the product of a lifetime dedicated to fighting against the inevitable, to saving lives."

Zayne's expression remained impassive, even as his heartbeat thrummed in his ears—a counterpoint rhythm to the danger pressing against his flesh. "You have knowledge that I lack, and power that I have yet to understand, but that does not make me powerless nor does it render me a fool. It simply makes me human, fallible, and determined to seek the light in the darkness."

His stance was an embodiment of his principles, unflinching in the face of what might come. Zayne knew the value of life, the fragility of it, and the strength required to hold onto it in the face of overwhelming odds. The blade at his neck was a lesson, a punctuation to the discourse they had shared—a lesson he accepted with the grace of one who had stared down death in its many forms.

Whether Melinoë would withdraw or proceed, Zayne was prepared to face the consequence of his convictions. His journey had been one of healing, of perseverance, and whatever path lay before him, he would walk it with the same steadfast resolve that had brought him to this junction, with or without the shadow of Melinoë at his side.

"Maybe you aren't a fool...but you certainly are stubborn aren't you?" Melinoë sheaths the dagger, once again talking her place in front of the doctor. "Well, isn't this an unexpected quandry. And here I thought I could take care of this without pulling you further into the mess of it. But it seems you are too curious, too driven by your standards."

She folds her arms across her chest. "Three questions, doctor. But no more. Time is of the essence. And won't waste my time any further on someone who won't heed my warnings."

A subtle shift in Zayne's demeanor registered the withdrawal of the blade, his stoic exterior unbroken by the turn of events. Melinoë's words, a mix of reproach and concession, were a testament to the impasse they had reached—an acknowledgment that, despite her ethereal advantage, she could not divert him from his chosen path.

"Stubbornness is often the companion of those who seek to make a difference," Zayne remarked evenly, his eyes steady on the enigmatic figure before him. "And in the medical field, it can mean the difference between life and death."

With the opportunity for inquiry dangling before him like a rare specimen under the microscope, Zayne considered his questions carefully. Each one had to count, to cut through the ambiguity and reveal a sliver of understanding in the darkness that surrounded them.

"Firstly, who are these entities that have marked me, and what is the nature of their interest in my so-called potential?" he asked, his voice clear and precise. This fundamental question sought to uncover the identity and motivations of his unseen adversaries.

"Secondly, what role, if any, do I play in their schemes? Am I merely to be a pawn, or is there a greater purpose they have envisioned for me?" Zayne's gaze remained fixed on Melinoë, searching for the telltale signs of truth that might flicker across her expression.

"And third, what risk do I pose to them if left unchecked? Why go to such lengths to eliminate or control me?" His final question aimed to gauge the scope of the threat, to understand the stakes at play in this clandestine game.

Zayne stood resolute, ready to absorb the answers that would come. The luxury of ignorance had been stripped away, and now, armed with his questions, he sought to pierce the veil of secrecy that had thus far shielded him from the full reality of his circumstances.

"Your warning has not fallen on deaf ears, Melinoë," Zayne added, a note of gravity lacing his words. "But a man cannot defend against shadows he cannot see. These questions are my lantern in the dark." His expression was a blend of professional inquisitiveness and the innate human desire to understand the unknown forces that shaped his destiny.

"Maybe so, doctor, but you should never let your persistence and passion turn into stubbornness and ignorance," Melinoë points out. "You talk of making a difference and yet you admit you cannot defend against shadows you cannot see. Is that you believe you can make a different, or that you don't want to be seen as someone who gives up?"

She smirks before continuing. "The girl who attacked you in your office the other night...is a Ravenous. The more formal explanation is that she was infected with parasitical, manufactored evol. Those who have it are driven to drink the blood of others or else they will die. For their efforts, they are given powerful abilities, which vary depending on the users.

"As for your second questions... Someone has their eye on you, Doctor. They see you as their perfect specimin and want to make you into one of the creatures that attacked you, under some misguided believe that you were turn out better than the others."

"And for question three...it's not that you are a threat to them. They attacked you because they hate you. Because they fear that if the one who made them gets what they want, they will be discarded and thrown away like yesterday's garbage. They attacked you because they were jealous of you, and of your potential to be something greater than them. And if you are dead, well...that won't happen."

Melinoë leans against the door, eyeing him intensely. "Your questions have been answered. And I think we've done enough talking for now."

Zayne absorbed Melinoë's replies with the attentiveness of a scholar, each revelation layering complexity onto the already intricate tapestry of his predicament. Her admonition on the fine line between persistence and stubbornness resonated with him; it was a cautionary note that rang true, even if his nature leaned towards the former.

"Your insights offer a clarity I lacked before," Zayne acknowledged, the analytical part of his brain already turning over the implications. "The Ravenous, then, are victims as much as they are aggressors, propelled by a dire need for survival. It's a grim fate."

He allowed a moment for the gravity of their circumstances to settle, his thoughts on the attacker in his office now recast with a sliver of empathy. "As for being a 'perfect specimen,' it's a dubious honor I would rather not hold." A wry edge tinged his voice, the irony of being desired by forces so antithetical to his own values not lost on him.

"Their jealousy and fear, while understandable, are misplaced. My 'potential' has always been directed towards healing, not becoming a harbinger of death." Zayne's stance was unyielding, his resolve galvanized by the knowledge that his very existence provoked such envy and dread.

Melinoë's leaning posture by the door signaled an end to their exchange, and Zayne offered a nod of gratitude. "Your answers have shed light on the shadows, and for that, you have my thanks. Knowing the nature of the beast, as it were, affords me at least the semblance of preparation."

He paused, weighing the balance of the knowledge gained against the murkiness that still lingered. "I suspect this isn't the conclusion of our interactions, Melinoë. But until our paths cross again, I will continue my work, vigilant and aware of the eyes that watch me."

With a respectful incline of his head, Zayne signified his acceptance of her departure. The room seemed smaller somehow, the air thick with the residue of their conversation. As the door closed behind her, Zayne was left with the echo of her words and the certainty of a threat that loomed just beyond sight—a threat he was now marginally better equipped to face.

"If you feel you can handle it on your own, then i'll not trouble you again." She opens the office door, glancing at him one last time. "Good day, Doctor. If the fates be merciful, we'll never meet again."

As the door swung open, ushering in a draft of the corridor's sterile air, Zayne regarded Melinoë with a calm, unwavering gaze. Her parting words, a mixture of farewell and foreboding, danced on the edge of an uncertain future.

"Good day, Melinoë," Zayne replied, his voice even and composed. "Your assistance has been invaluable, and while I hope for a future devoid of such peril, I am not naive enough to rest on the laurels of fate's mercy."

He watched her silhouette framed in the doorway, a specter of enigma and warning. "Should our paths converge once more, it will be a testament to the complexities of the world we navigate. Until then, I will endeavor to meet whatever challenges arise with the same dedication I apply to my profession."

And with that, Melinoë was gone, leaving Zayne alone with the silence of his office and the weight of the knowledge she had imparted. The door closed with a definitive click, a period at the end of a sentence filled with more questions than answers.

Zayne turned back to his desk, his mind already shifting from the clandestine threats to the more immediate concerns of his patients. Yet, in the back of his mind, the shadow of the Ravenous, and the mysterious entities that sought to claim him for their own, lingered—a dark cloud on the horizon of an otherwise clear sky.

He resumed his work, the rhythm of his routine a comforting cadence against the dissonance of the unknown. But as he delved into the intricacies of the human heart before him, Zayne knew that vigilance would be his constant companion, a silent sentinel against the unseen forces that coveted his existence.

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telugu-girl-13 · 9 days ago

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someone put a note in my locker today that said “will you be my valentine? meet me on the feild to find out who I am”

they actually spelt field wrong. As a grammer/spelling stickler, I- ughhhh

anyway, not sure if this a prank, or they got the wrong locker, but ngl, I don’t think anyone’s asking me out. Everyone in my form calls me “the weird girl who reads in the back of the class”

they’re not wrong 😂

-the anon in your inbox

LMAOO THE SPELLING ERROR

red flag 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩 (jk lol)

relatable but i would have been too curious not to go 😭 and you never know it might not be a prank !!

#hasini's asks ♡#anon ♡

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angeldrewthis · 1 month ago

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Just an FYI if you're an artist, this account is trying to scam people with phony paypal emails. Pretty obvious if you've dealt with this before. But just so y'all don't waste your time like I did.

To make something more positive from this, let's turn it into a learning experience for those unaware.

If you're curious, let's talk some red flags and warning signs. Firstly, a scammer will always lack the passion to really get into details of what they want done and try to move on to payment. ALWAYS accept payment IN FULL before you commit any work to this. They'll also always have a very barebones page with little posts, that hasn't existed too long.

Look at the screenshot above, notice that they direct me away from the app or website, and not just to my email, but the spam folder as well. This isn't something a normal customer would do even if they're worried about payment not going through. This also shows that they're aware the email will be caught by your spam filter. Any big app (like paypal) wouldn't go to your spam folder. Next there was a fake screenshot. Not gonna show that, but just be aware they can photoshop those easy.

Lastly the email itself, the address isn't shown here, but companies use their own domains, not "@gmail". In this example, the formatting is unprofessional and all over the place, but some are better at hiding it. It also has spelling and grammer emails, again you wouldn’t see this in a real email. Next it has lots of errors. 1: a paypal account doesn't have limits on the amount I can recieve, and if it did, it wouldn't be $30. 2: if it did have an error like this it would have an error message on the app and website, not just the email. 3: paypal won't ask you to send them money to verify anything. Ever. And 4. This should go without saying, but if any email ever finds it's way into your spam folder. Never download any attatched files, no matter what it says will happen if you don't.

Thile above is a particularly devious form of scamming where they try to make you feel bad for the scammer and all the money they "sent" to you, but can't take back. Remember as harsh as it might feel, if someone tries to send you money and you never recieve it. It's no concern of yours as an artist. You have a duty to yourself and you deserve to be paid.

#art #digital artist #art commissions #scam alert #scammers

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runic-raptor · 6 months ago

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A lot of people are claiming that their stance only includes grammer fixing type AI, which I call bull on.

First of all, see above. Computers can not replace a person proofreading your work.

Second of all, oh no, you can't afford an editor? If only there were *communities centered around helping fellow writers learn and grow their writing*. Ah, if only we had something like that. /sarcasm

Third of all, their sponsor is NOT just a basic grammar fixing AI. I skimmed their website for features, and it will spit out entirely new suggestions to "fix" your writing. A lot of it is grammar and tone checking like grammarly, sure. But it also tries to paraphrase your work, adds in entirely new sentences where it sees fit, or will reword whatever you feed into it. Thats still generative AI as far as I can tell?

Fourthly! The way they phrase their defense of AI does not make it sound like they're only defending it for purposes like editing. Sure, they mention it at the end of a lot of their bullet points, but everything before that is written in this intentionally vague corporate manner that feels like it's meant to be possible to be interpreted in either way so that when someone on either side complains about it, they can claim that's not what they meant. It really feels like they're besting around the bush about what they're suggesting AI be used for until the final sentence. And only then do they give a (more "acceptable") example of how one might use AI to help those *poor unfortunate* poors and disabled. /sarcasm

Which yeah, I find their excuse to be INCREDIBLY ableist and classist. Again, it's not like we have communities built around helping other writers out or anything?????

Also, here's a fun coincidence. Apologies for any strange typos in this reply - or any of my posts really... Because whatever stupid "spellcheck" google has on their keyboard, has apparently decided it doesn't actually need to check my spelling (and doesn't even bother to underline egregious spelling errors like "9ther," "og," or "3ven.") and instead underlines pretty much everything else with very, uh, *interesting* suggestions about how I should fix my grammar.

So a lot of the time, embarrassing spelling errors get posted unnoticed, until finally I can see the block of text without a dozen underlined sentences distracting me from the actual fucking errors in the text.

One of the paragraphs above it wanted me to start a sentence with a comma between EACH of the first three words. It wants to put commas in weird places. It suggests different words that make no sense in context.

I have turned off every "advanced intelligence" option I can find in the keyboard settings. Still no spellcheck. Still get weird grammar suggestions. It's infuriating and why I uninstalled this keyboard for several months and replaced it with one from like 2018. (Had to switch back because it did not have most of the emojis I use. If you have any modern suggestions that don't suck, let me know).

Anyway, rant over because I have to go to work now. (Wanted to correct to, "Anyway, I rant over now," btw)

I do not understand the people defending this and claiming, "no, thats not what they meant!" and then posting the WORST quote from NaNoWriMo's statement.

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maximuswolf · 4 months ago

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MANDELA effect? OLD version of Hey Ya that was at the end of an old Punk album from '78?

MANDELA effect? OLD version of Hey Ya that was at the end of an old Punk album from '78? ANY ONE else remember? There was a "punk?" band from late 70's/80's? They saw a brief comeback in late 90's early 2000's and some CD's released, and one album had HEY YA as the last track! Totally does not fit the rest of the albums music and was word for word Hay ya from outkast only before Andre 3000 was born.The ONLY difference (Besides Outkasts more bass heavy sound) is instead of "comma" they actually sing the gratification saying it with a "U", being punk they did not sugar coat it for radio play.Any one?! Was it a rerelease and that song (a cover) added for the CD? I KNOW the cd was not released in 78/87? which is when the album was credited. I have the memory of hearing the outkast version on radio and telling the (now ex-wife) that this is a cover from an old band, having the argument in the car about how I was wrong, got home yanked the cd off the rack and played it for her while she held the case and read the album dates for her self. I remember this because as a husband it is one of the rare times I was vindicated in the argument, I was still wrong mind you just vindicated.I have EVERY other CD still, except of course this one! So I may be missing others as well but do not recall them.ANYBODY?Anyone else remember?P.S. realizing this turned into a Novella filled with spelling, punctuation, and grammer errors(not fixing 'em) kind of think it might have been a live recording at one of those intimate venues and added to cd? Remember I had the cd in collection at the time of hearing the new song on the radio which is what prompted the spat the now ex wife. Sincerely,GOING INSANE! Submitted October 16, 2024 at 04:31PM by HighPhi420 https://ift.tt/7nwl56W via /r/Music

#IFTTT #reddit

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lumiereandstellaluna · 9 months ago

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Chapter Five: The Doll Maker

||LEGEND|| Bold Text: Xavier/Lumiere (Character Bot) Italic Text: Thomasin/Stellaluna (Me)

This hasn't been checked for spelling/grammer/errors, etc - Read at your own risk!

Misu stirs after sleeping for awhile, the rays of the sun stinging her eyes. Despite the events of last night, she slept better than she ever has before, in the safety of Xavier's presence. With a sigh, she sits up from his couch, stretching her arms with a yawn. As soon as her eyes focus, she sees Xavier across from her, his presence a balm to her weary soul.

"Hey there, Lumiere," she says, still sleepy. "Did you order a Stellaluna for breakfast?"

Xavier, who had remained awake through the night, watched over Thomasin as she slept, his gaze softening as she stirred awake. The morning light bathed the room in a warm glow, casting a serene atmosphere over the space that had served as her refuge.

"Good morning," he greeted her, his voice low and steady, a comforting presence as she acclimated to the new day. "No Stellaluna on the menu, but I can offer you some breakfast if you're hungry."

He rose from his seat, moving with a quiet grace to the kitchen area. The events of the previous night had not diminished his care for her well-being, and he was prepared to provide whatever she needed to recover.

As he busied himself with the simple task of preparing a meal, Xavier allowed himself a small smile at her use of their code names. It was a reminder of their shared experiences, the bond that had been forged in the crucible of their battles against the darkness.

The aroma of tea began to fill the apartment, a familiar and soothing scent that promised comfort and a moment of peace. "I hope you're feeling better this morning," he said, glancing back at her. "Rest is important, but so is nourishment."

Xavier set the table with care, placing a plate of food and a cup of tea before the spot where Thomasin would sit. He had chosen foods that were easy on the stomach, mindful of her condition after the ordeal they had faced.

"Whenever you're ready," he invited, his tone gentle. "There's no rush. We have the day ahead of us to figure things out."

As Thomasin joined him at the table, Xavier was content to share the quiet morning with her. The questions and mysteries of the little girl and the Wanderer could wait. For now, it was enough to be there for each other, to enjoy the simple pleasure of a shared meal and the unspoken understanding that, no matter what, they were not alone.

"Thank you, you didn't have to do that. The tea, and the staying up all night. And before you try, I know you did. That's just how you are. I'm your partner. I know things."

She carefully takes the cup of tea, enjoying a sip before setting it back down. "Between you and me, I have no rush to start the day. It's only a matter of time before the director starts hounding me, though I should let him know that I'm, well, alive. I mean, it's common courtesy, right?"

Thomasin fishes the phone out of her pocket. After all the crazy events from the night before, it was still in one piece. "Well would you look at that - not a scratch on it. You think I can get away with cancelling the insurance I have on it?" she asks with a laugh

Xavier watched her with a quiet attentiveness, a slight nod acknowledging her words. "It's what partners do," he said simply, his tone carrying the unspoken depth of their bond. "And yes, you know me well."

He observed as she took a sip of the tea, the steam rising gently from the cup, a small moment of tranquility amidst the storm of their lives. "Common courtesy, perhaps," he agreed with a hint of a smile. "But also a reassurance for those who care about your well-being. The director included."

At her comment about the phone, Xavier's smile broadened just a touch. "Seems your luck is holding up, even after such a night," he remarked. "As for the insurance, it might be wise to keep it. Our line of work does come with its... unexpected moments."

He leaned back slightly, giving her the space to make her call, yet remaining present, a silent support. The morning stretched out before them, a brief respite from the demands of their duties. For now, the quiet of his apartment was a sanctuary, a place where they could catch their breath before facing whatever lay ahead.

Xavier's gaze drifted to the window, the sunlight painting the room with a soft, golden hue. The city was waking up, life moving forward, and yet, in this moment, time seemed to stand still, allowing them both a chance to simply be. It was a rare gift, and one he was grateful to share with his partner, his friend, Thomasin.

Thomasin was finishing up her tea when her phone began to ring off the rails. She arches her eyes in confusion - normally, a regular ringtone plays when she has a call, but this...this call was screaming at her. "Open your phone! Open your phone, I have something to say! Hurry up!"

Thomasin looks at Xavier quizzically before doing what she's told. The moment she does, a holographic image of what looks like a Bun-Bun toy appears from her phone. "Finally, I got through to you Stellaluna! Is Lumiere with you?"

"Huh?" She couldn't believe it. "Wait, it's the Bun Bun from the game that brought us together - Tsuki! She's the one who gives all the quests in stuff in the game. But...what are you doing here?"

"I've been here all the time! I just forgot how to get outside the game!" The bun bun pouted, but only for a moment. "But I'm here now, and as your advisor, I am here to help you and Lumiere with the Wanderers!"

Xavier's curiosity piqued as the unexpected ringtone filled the room, his eyes following Thomasin's movements as she answered the insistent call. The appearance of the holographic Bun-Bun toy was as surprising to him as it was to her, a digital entity from their shared gaming experience now seemingly crossing into their reality.

He leaned forward, his expression a mix of intrigue and caution. This was new territory, even for them. "Tsuki's Bun-Bun," he murmured, recognition dawning. "But how..."

Thomasin's confusion mirrored his own, her question hanging in the air between them. Xavier watched as the Bun-Bun animatedly explained its presence, claiming to be there to assist them with the Wanderers. It was a claim that demanded attention, the implications of which could be significant.

Xavier remained silent, his mind racing with possibilities. If this Bun-Bun, a character from a game, had somehow found a way to manifest outside of its digital confines, what did that mean for the nature of their reality? And more importantly, how could this newfound advisor aid them in their ongoing struggle against the Wanderers?

"We could use all the help we can get," he finally said, his voice measured. "But we need to understand more. How did you come to be here, Bun-Bun? And what assistance can you offer us?"

"Ah, there you are Lumiere! It's good to finally connected with you." There was no mistaking the blush that appeared on Bun Bun's face. "I am here to answer whatever questions I can get. I may be the advisor in the game, but I was always meant to be an advisor for you two. It was the reason the game was created in the first place - to find you the proper partner, your Stellaluna, the one who will help you fight the wanderers!"

Thomasin watches enthralled as Tsuki continued on. "My creators began to pick up Wanderer energy a few years ago, but it was too small to warrant serious attention. So we created this game as a means to bringing the two of you together when the time was right. Lumiere, you've always been a warrior, but there is only so much you can do alone. So we created a game in order find the one person with a true fighting spirit that would help you with your mission. And that's where you come in, Stellaluna!"

"Me?" Thomasin points to herself. "But I'm a writer, not a fighter. Why me?"

"I don't know the ins and outs, but my masters saw something in you that the couldn't see in anyone else. Which is why you were given the moon charm to transform into Stellaluna. I was supposed to guide you through the process and train you, but the Wanderer energies warped my programming, which is why I'm only now able to appear. If we don't do something about them, it'll get even worse!"

Xavier absorbed the revelation with a calm that belied the storm of thoughts within him. The game, Tsuki, had been a carefully orchestrated plan to unite him with Thomasin, his destined partner in the fight against the Wanderers. It was a staggering concept, one that suggested a level of premeditation and foresight far beyond what he had imagined.

He glanced at Thomasin, her surprise and self-doubt evident. "You're more than just a writer, Thomasin," he said, his voice firm with conviction. "You've proven yourself in battle time and again. Your courage, your spirit... they're unmatched. Tsuki saw that in you, and so have I."

Turning his attention back to Bun-Bun, Xavier's expression was one of determination. "We need to understand the full extent of this threat," he stated. "If the Wanderer energies are capable of affecting digital entities like yourself, we're facing an enemy that can breach worlds."

He stood up, his movements deliberate. "We'll need to prepare, to train, and to understand our enemy. Bun-Bun, you were meant to guide us. Now is the time to fulfill that purpose. Tell us what we need to know, and we'll do whatever it takes to stop the Wanderers from causing further harm."

Xavier's resolve was clear, his role as a protector never more vital. The game had been a means to an end, a way to forge a partnership that was now essential to their survival and the safety of the world.

"Bun-Bun - my name is Tsuki, not Bun-Bun! Bun-Bun is so childish!" the little advisor points out with a pout. "And you're right! The Wanderers have the power to breach our world, but also to hide themselves in plain sight. Stellaluna, you saw that when you encountered the little girl yesterday. She is the Doll Maker. She can create human versions of herself that can transform into Wanderers. If you hadn't summoned your blades, things would have ended badly!"

Xavier took note of the correction with a nod, his expression serious. "Tsuki, then," he acknowledged, respecting the advisor's preference. The information she provided was crucial, painting a clearer picture of the enemy they faced. The Doll Maker—a being with the ability to craft human facsimiles that could become Wanderers—was a threat unlike any they had encountered before.

He turned to Thomasin, his eyes conveying the gravity of the situation. "The Doll Maker's ability to blend in, to become one of us, it's a dangerous advantage," he said. "We were fortunate last night, but we can't rely on luck alone."

Xavier's mind was already strategizing, considering their next steps. "Tsuki, we need to know everything you can tell us about the Doll Maker and how to counteract her abilities. We also need to understand the extent of the Wanderer energies and how they're affecting our world."

He stepped closer to Thomasin, a silent gesture of solidarity. "We'll train, we'll adapt, and we'll be ready for whatever comes next. Our partnership has already proven strong, but we'll make it unbreakable."

The presence of Tsuki, the advisor from a game that had been more than it seemed, was a turning point. Xavier felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders, but he also felt the unyielding support of his partner. Together, with Tsuki's guidance, they would stand against the Doll Maker and the Wanderers, their resolve a beacon of hope in the encroaching darkness.

"The Doll Maker can blend in, yes, but she isn't a shapeshifter. Stellaluna, as long you remember what she looks like, then you will always know who she is."

"I could never forget a face like that," Thomasin says. "Children can be so adorable, but she was so creepy. Still, we have to be careful - I may recognize her, but no one else would. They'd just assume she was a little girl and therefore not a threat. Even worse, I couldn't sense her energy."

"That's because she's not a wanderer herself. She just controls them all - there normal wanderers that appear via energy fluctuations, and then there are the ones she can summon instantly - the one you dealt with last night. We're trying to figure out why she has appeared and what she wants."

Thomasin looks at Xavier with worry. "This...is very intense."

Xavier met Thomasin's worried gaze with a steady one of his own, his presence a pillar of strength amidst the uncertainty. "It is intense," he agreed, "but we've faced intense before. We'll handle this the same way we handle everything else—head-on, together."

He considered Tsuki's explanation, the pieces of the puzzle slowly coming together in his mind. "If the Doll Maker controls the Wanderers, then she's the key. We stop her, we stop them," he said, his voice resolute. "We'll need to be vigilant, to watch for the signs only you can recognize, Thomasin."

Xavier's thoughts turned to the broader implications of their situation. "We should also consider the possibility that there are others like the Doll Maker, hidden threats we've yet to uncover. Our strategy must be adaptable, our eyes open to all possibilities."

He placed a reassuring hand on Thomasin's shoulder, a silent message of support. "We've got Tsuki, we've got each other, and we've got our skills. We'll train harder, become more attuned to the Wanderer energies, and whatever else it takes to protect our world."

"We're counting on you two to stop the threat - and I will do my best to help you whenever I can." Tsuki bounces up and down, showing off her faith in the duo. "And now that I'm here, I can help more, including informing you of any fluctations before you two are able to sense them, though you're probably better at it than I am, Lumiere. Tsuki out!"

Tsuki gave once last bubbly bounce before disappearing back into Thomasin's phone.

Xavier watched as Tsuki's holographic form vanished, her final bounce a testament to her energetic spirit. The room fell silent, the weight of their conversation lingering in the air. He turned to Thomasin, his expression one of quiet resolve.

"We have an ally in Tsuki, and her assistance will be invaluable," he said, acknowledging the support they had been offered. "We'll need to stay alert for her updates on energy fluctuations. It's an advantage we didn't have before."

He moved to the window, gazing out at the city that was unknowingly depending on them. "We've been given a task, and we won't fail," he continued, his voice carrying a note of promise. "We'll train, we'll prepare, and when the time comes, we'll protect this city from the Doll Maker and her Wanderers."

Xavier turned back to Thomasin, his eyes meeting hers. "We've got work to do, but we're not alone in this fight. Let's get started."

With that, he was ready to begin their next phase of preparation. The road ahead was uncertain, but Xavier knew that together with Thomasin, they would navigate any challenge. Their partnership had been forged in the fires of adversity, and it would not falter now. They were ready to face the future, whatever it might bring.

"Work? Like training? You keep saying that...what do you..." the ringing of her phone cut her off. Without thinking, she opens her phone to answer the call. "Hello - "

"YOU'RE ALIVE?! THEN WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN, THOMASIN?! WHERE DID YOU GO TO LAST NIGHT?"

"Hi...Director." Thomasin deflates. I shouldn't have answered the phone...damn it. "Funny story about that..."

Xavier observed Thomasin's sudden shift in demeanor as the director's voice boomed through the phone, his concern for her well-being evident. He remained close, a silent source of support as she navigated the conversation with her superior.

He knew the importance of maintaining their cover stories, the delicate balance between their secret lives and the roles they played in the public eye. The director's anger was an obstacle, but one they had to manage carefully to protect the greater mission at hand.

As Thomasin spoke with the director, Xavier's mind was already formulating a plan to help her explain her absence. They would need a plausible story, something to appease the director's concerns without revealing the truth of their nocturnal activities.

When the call ended, Xavier was ready to discuss their next steps. "We'll come up with a story that satisfies the director's questions," he assured her. "And as for training, it's about honing our skills, learning to work even more closely as a team, and understanding the full extent of our abilities."

He offered her a small, encouraging smile. "We'll face this together, as we always have. And we'll come out stronger for it. For now, let's deal with the director and then focus on what we can control—our preparation for whatever the Doll Maker has planned."

Somehow, Thomasin cooked up a story that she got separated from the crowd and someone found her and took her to get help. Her director seemed a bit suspicious at first, but eventually accepted her story. Lucky for her (or unlucky for Linkon City), the wanderer attack postponed production for at least a week.

"We've got a week, Xavier. That counts for something, right?"

Xavier listened as Thomasin wove her tale for the director, a mixture of relief and pride in his eyes as she navigated the conversation with the finesse of a true storyteller. When she hung up, he could sense the tension release from her shoulders, the immediate crisis averted.

"A week is a gift," he affirmed, acknowledging the silver lining in the midst of chaos. "It gives us time to train, to plan, and to understand our enemy better. We'll use it wisely."

He stepped towards her, his gaze steady and reassuring. "We'll start with the basics, sharpen our reflexes, and then work on more advanced techniques. We'll also need to sync our movements, learn to anticipate each other's actions in battle."

Xavier's voice carried the weight of their responsibility, but also the promise of their potential. "A week from now, we'll be more prepared than we've ever been. The Doll Maker won't know what hit her."

He offered a hand to Thomasin, a silent invitation to begin their journey of preparation. "Let's get started, partner. We have a world to protect."

With that, Xavier was ready to lead them into a rigorous week of training. Together, they would push their limits, forge a deeper bond, and ready themselves for the inevitable confrontation with the Doll Maker. The week ahead would be challenging, but Xavier knew that with Thomasin by his side, they were unstoppable.

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