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sundogscoops · 2 years ago
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mom wanted to watch way of wah-er for her birthday and it was so fucking long and i hated it
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honey-hippie-harper · 4 years ago
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through the burning shell
Hello it’s been 84 years.
This is fun :): I wrote this as a Christmas present for @obsidianfr3sk (YES DAWNIE KEEP POSTING YOU CHRISTMAS FICS DURING MARCH. YOU GO GIRL) and it’s a sequel to my other fic “through the bleeding shell” where I basically try to save Simon and Hugh from the queerbaiting MM turned them into by adding a certain degree of complexity to their relationship. This is a story about gays, grief and a dead friend + Simon defending Nova bc I don’t roll with Supernova. Hence, I am not morally obligated to obey canon <3
Anyway afgdhjafghsj i don’t think you need to read the first part to understand this, and I hope you like it <3. I don’t want to give much away, but this sort of turned into a collaboration that got out of control and @obsidianfr3sk might write a third part in the future ;)
through the burning shell
“There have been rumors that the public revealing of Agent N is to include a public execution as well.”
Being all together, right there, Simon saw Hugh narrowing his eyes, staring directly at Genissa Clark, formerly Frostbite, now neutralized, along with the rest of her team.
Well.
Almost all of them.
“That’s true.” Hugh started, and Simon couldn’t help but think he shouldn’t have answered. A part of him was getting a pretty bad feeling from this. “For his crimes against humanity, Ace Anarchy has been sentenced to death.”
“Why stop there?” Said Genissa. “I would argue that his accomplices deserve the same fate.”
The same fate.
His brain struggled to make a connection between that sentence and the one Hugh had uttered. At first, he didn’t understand. A couple of fast seconds later, Simon realized that, by saying “fate”, she was referencing something.
She was referencing, more specifically, Ace Anarchy’s sentence.
A death sentence.
Accomplices.
The Anarchists.
“Nightmare deserves the same fate.” Nova deserves the same fate. “Nightmare must die… And I want to be the one to do it.”
Nova must die.
And I want to be the one to do it.
A child killing another child, publicly, with the Renegades’ permission.
A child they had taken under their wing, Genissa Clark that is, killing another child, who had been in Simon’s house, who had touched Adrian’s heart, and who had made bad choices but was still a person. The official version of the events said she had stabbed Max, and Danna claimed she was Nightmare, but they hadn’t taken any declarations or anything, so that story might as well just change.
Simon couldn’t help but feel she didn’t deserve to die.
Maybe because she actually didn’t. It didn’t feel fair.
One thing was sentencing Ace Anarchy, the man who had lifted an entire city, leaving a ridiculously huge number of deaths in the process, who had stolen, broken and burned, who had killed a man (the mayor) and his pregnant wife, who had killed his own brother, sister-in-law and possibly his two nieces...and another, pretty different thing was to allow this 19 year old girl kill a 16 year old one, who had some crimes that could put her into jail for like 3 or 5 years, but weren’t horrible enough to give her a death sentence. She was a minor. She wasn’t yet beyond repair…
And if she was to be executed, then she was still a minor. She didn’t deserve to be humiliated like that. She didn’t deserve her life to be taken away with so little dignity.
Not by Genissa Clark.
Not like that.
And, stars, please, not now.
Not right now.
It was unthinkable, it was barbaric, it was animal, it was almost as if…
A quiet chuckle.
A quiet chuckle that, suddenly, interrupted his train of thought and, with all the pain in his heart, he was able to recognize in a blink.
Evander was chuckling.
Genissa Clark, nonchalantly, was blackmailing them. She was trading her silence for the legal permission to kill someone, in front of a crowded arena. And Evander was chuckling.
Genissa Clark wanted to murder Nova, and Evander was chuckling.
“Is that all it will take to quit their complaining?”
What else did he want?
“Works for me.”
Simon almost flinched to the audacity. To the severity of the implication. To the way he was saying it. So smug. So relaxed, so….Evander it almost made Simon mad.
That was so Evander lately.
Because, lately, Evander didn’t understand anything. Not even because he had a pregnant wife waiting for him at home. There was life inside that woman. Life that had come from him.
How couldn’t he understand?
How could somebody be so cold?
“These are lives we’re discussing.” Simon reminded him, shooting a look in his direction.
“Villains’ lives.” Evander responded. “Nightmare doesn’t deserve mercy any more than Ace Anarchy does. She was the one who neutralized them, so it seems fair to me.”
Villains’ lives were still lives.
Nova was a person.
Nova was...Nightmare, but before Nightmare, she was Nova, and Hugh and him had met her personally. Adrian had met her personally.
And, besides, with this logic, then all the Renegades were to be executed.
After all, Agent N was meant to be used by Renegades. They were the ones who were planning to neutralize people when they felt threatened. But when Nightmare did it, then she immediately deserved the death penalty.
Hugh would understand that. Everyone would understand that, just like Simon did.
They had to understand it.
Hugh had to understand it.
-.-
Yet, he didn’t.
Some time ago, Hugh had pledged to understand. Not directly per se, but he had pledged it in the name of his cause.
He promised he would understand.
And then, when he needed to understand the most, he didn’t.
He said he would.
Then he fucking didn’t.
“How can we run a city, much less an entire world, if we’re busy dealing with every trivial bit of bureaucratic nonsense that comes up?” He said.
“This solves two problems at once.” He said.
And he said that to Adrian’s, their son, face. Their son, who was just trying to help, by questioning how morally correct was to do something like that, just like Tamaya, Kasumi and himself had done, being ignored in the process.
“We need that right now. And we need to be united in this decision.”
“And why’s that, exactly?” Adrian asked. “Do we not want the world to know this is actually a dictatorship?”
In that moment, Simon knew Adrian had never spoken to Hugh like that. He had always been a pretty calm kid, who liked to question their decisions sometimes because, as a Renegade himself, of course he would feel uncomfortable or have doubts sometimes. But never had he called Hugh out. Not in that tone. Not with that entire bottle of venom flowing out of his mouth, melting his teeth, and mixing with his boiling blood.
Simon felt unable to tell him to stop, after his own voice had been ignored, and Hugh pretended Evander was the only one who mattered in the team. And it wasn’t that Evander didn’t matter.
It was just that he was wrong.
Besides, harsh as that sounded, Simon still couldn’t believe that those stinky, rotting, putrid, nauseating words had come from Hugh’s mouth. His Hugh. The man he had decided to marry, because he loved him so, so much, for him had been able to see him even when he was invisible. Literally.
Right in front of his eyes, Hugh morphed into a caricaturesque villain. His hands, which Simon had held so many times, were suddenly covered in both dry and fresh blood, red as an apple, but smelling like death.
Death.
The same death that was living like a parasite inside of his eyes, the only place that other people could harm. And the parasite was traveling through his system, all the way to his brain, spinning it around like a mirrorball, and eating from it like he was nothing.
Hugh’s hands were tied, too, and the strings were made of rope, a material he could easily tear apart, but seemed to have forgotten about that.
He was like a puppet, as the press, as society, and as tons and tons of eyes pulled from the ropes.
And nobody knew how to free him, not even himself.
“Do we not want the world to know this is actually a dictatorship?”
Adrian’s voice haunted him for days. The way in which he said that haunted him for days, and after a while, Simon just accepted he wouldn’t be able to get rid of it. It had become another one of the wounds he carried, open and bleeding, through life. The worst part of it all, was that Simon knew Adrian was right. That, at this point, everyone but Hugh, Evander and Genissa Clark were right.
But if he knew where had they gone wrong, and if he knew he didn’t agree with this monstrosity...why did it hurt so much?
How did you speak to a person who didn’t want to listen?
And, most importantly: Where were you supposed to get the courage to do it from?
 -.-
 Nova had spent seventeen days in Cragmoor Penitentiary when Adrian said he wanted to see her. He had been so mad at her, that it caught Simon off guard.
Not that he wasn’t able to understand it.
Adrian had had a couple of girlfriends and boyfriends throughout his life but, from what Simon could see, Nova was by far the one he had been the most serious about, to the point it almost seemed she was the one who would stay. Simon would’ve wanted to see his partner too, no matter how mad he was at said partner, if he knew they had been sentenced to death.
As fast as they could, knowing they were facing an authority (Adrian had asked them to be with him in the room), the wardens brought her right away, in a matter of minutes.
Through the glass, Simon saw her, on the metal platform, with her arms and legs being held, tightly, by braces, which were equally made of metal. For the look in her eye, Simon could almost hear her desperate begs for her visitor not to be Adrian. Yet, he had been, and he wasn’t alone, which, if anything, only made it worse.
Simon, from his part, was staring at two different glasses at the time. The one that divided them from Nova, and Adrian’s glasses, which revealed the pain he was penetrating Nova’s soul with, and also the rage he was entitled to feel.
But Nova looked small.
She, in fact, looked as small as she actually was.
She was almost a kid. She hadn’t yet started living. Yet, she was locked up here, and would only be taken out to be killed.
Nova’s body was shaking, just like Adrian’s. Her chin was quivering so much it almost seemed like she was cold, and Simon felt a twinge in his stomach. He felt nauseous and dizzy. And so evil and so guilty.
For some reason, he pictured a child, because Nova had been a younger child once, full of joy and innocence.
 He pictured a child. Just like that.
 Maybe she was wearing pigtails, had a gap between two of her teeth, and bruised legs, because she liked to play outside with her friends. Maybe, before she became Nightmare, she had something else to hold on to. Maybe she, like many people out there,  had hoped for the Renegades to come, and when they didn’t do it, something became numb, and cold, and she started freezing to death, just like she would remain freezing, suspended in History, as the interrupted life who was the proof the Renegades had become the one thing they promised they would never be.
And Simon didn’t want to be part of that, yet he was still here.
He was still here, thinking about how fortunate he was that Nova wasn’t staring back at him, but at Adrian instead, as selfish as that might’ve sounded.
Simon felt he had lost the right to look her in the eye, having been the one who promised her, on several occasions, that she could look into theirs.
With each one of his limbs becoming tense, Simon took a deep breath. His mouth tasted like bile, and his whole body was pounding along with this heart. It felt like one of those times when you were almost a hundred percent sure you were having a heart attack, despite knowing that, if that was the case, you would already be on the floor crying for help.
Next thing he felt was the sudden and strong urge to speak.
He would’ve liked to talk to Nova, but through this glass, she couldn’t hear anything.
Besides, Simon knew that this moment wasn’t about him, or Hugh. They were involved in it. They were carrying it in their backs like a cross, but it wasn’t about them. It was about Nova and Adrian. There was glass between the two. They could press their hands together through it, but they couldn’t touch the other’s skin. They couldn’t feel the air the other breathed in the short distance. They couldn’t kiss. It was scary. It was sad. And it wasn’t awfully familiar.
But it wasn’t about Simon or Hugh.
“Do you need some privacy?” Simon asked, perhaps to both of them, knowing one wouldn’t be able to hear him, even if she tried.
In response, Adrian turned his gaze away from Nova, staring at Simon instead, nodding.
“I think that would be nice.”
Before Simon could say anything else, Hugh reached for his son’s shoulder, and once he touched it, he caressed the fabric, and the skin beneath the fabric, briefly.
“We’ll be in the lobby.”
Adrian nodded again and then, after gulping, he said:
“I love you, okay?”
The weird thing was, he didn’t look them in the eye for much. He did, but he turned his gaze away pretty fast, barely leaving time to process his own words. For that reason, nor Hugh or him responded.
They left right after that, leaving Adrian alone inside the room.
With Nova, but alone.
 -.-
They dropped Adrian at the hospital once they left Cragmoon. There was barely any sound throughout the whole ride, except when Hugh asked if they wanted something from the store, and when they said goodbye to Adrian.
Obviously, Adrian couldn’t get close to Max. Not if he wanted to avoid being neutralized by him, but sometimes, according to Adrian himself, he liked to stay in the waiting room, and help the staff with whatever they needed, for he liked Max to know he came to visit often, and that he wasn’t alone, even if he couldn’t touch, or be in the same room with him. So they just allowed him to stay in the hospital as much as he needed. After all, it’s not like he was hurting anybody.
After that, everything was silent, all the way home, because, instead of driving towards the Headquarters, Hugh drove towards the mansion, leaving Tamaya in charge, under the excuse they would take a two hour break to have lunch together at home. She wasn’t so happy about it, but agreed anyway, because it’s not like Hugh had given her an option in the first place. He had just notified her. At this point, Hugh’s volume was getting the tiniest bit loud.  And Simon wasn’t talking about his voice.
Upon arriving into the house, Hugh threw the keys by the entrance’s table and proceeded to walk all the way towards the living room, to lay on the couch, one arm covering his eyes, without even taking his costume off. He didn’t have a reason to, because they were supposed to be back at the Headquarters in two hours and, besides, the elephant in the room was making it cold. Maybe he felt his armor would protect him from what they were doing, and from what they were still doing.
Sadly, the fabric of Simon’s costume wasn’t as warm. And as he took his mask off and placed it next to keys, he felt nothing but cold wind. He was back again at being Simon, and Simon only, without anything protecting him, in the same room as the husband who rarely ever kissed him anymore.
There was an elephant in the room, and it was killing both of them, though Hugh looked like he was already dead.
Simon tried not to pay attention to him, but when he was crossing to the kitchen, he couldn’t help but ask, in an unintentionally harsh tone:
“Are we going to have lunch or did you just want to make Tamaya more stressed?”
Hugh lowered his arm, staring at him with an arched eyebrow, lifting his neck just a little, to have a clearer view. Simon was starting to feel bad for having snapped at him, but not enough to take it back.
Sometimes you had to do the right thing, and sometimes the right thing was not taking it back.
His husband, from his part, looked rather confused, as if he couldn’t recognize the person in front of him.
“Are you feeling okay?” He asked.
The question caught him off guard.
Was he okay? Simon wasn’t sure, nor did he want to answer. In times like these, Hugh wanted people to answer him what he wanted to hear and, sadly, this time Simon didn’t have any answer he would like.
“Did you take your pills, Si?”
Something inside of his body turned into a tight knot, and Simon turned his gaze towards him, in a violent act. He frowned so deeply he felt his skin itching, and though he knew that, under normal circumstances, he would’ve just interpreted this as a routinary question, this time it wasn’t the case at all. This time it felt like an attack. Like something Hugh had to take back immediately because it was not his place to ask it, that is:  a question he always asked anyway.
But not this time.
Because ,this time, he wasn’t okay.
“Don’t pull the anxiety card on me, Hugh.” Saying that left a bitter, disgusting firm on his mouth, right under his tongue, which was dry. He felt like he had just chewed on a pill.
“The anxie--” Hugh narrowed his eyes, shifting into a sitting position. “I’m not pulling that card on you. I’m just asking a question.”
“Then don’t ask that question.” Simon snapped again, heading towards the kitchen to get a class of water. His feet were making too much noise when in contact with the floor, and his mouth was too dry. It was making him crazy.
It was only then that he realized they still had something else pending, and for some reason that was enough to make him stay. Simon spun on his toes, facing him. Hugh was breathing heavily, and his brows were almost touching each other.
“You didn’t answer my question, though.” He told him, in a dry tone. “Did you want to have lunch with me or did you just think taking a break while Tamaya loses her mind would be fun?”
“If Tamaya didn’t want to be in charge, she would’ve told me, and you know that.”
“Tamaya talks back when she is given a chance to.”
An empty feeling of freedom filled Simon’s body, pushing his way into the hollow all his mixed feelings had been carving at the center of his stomach.
And it wasn’t just about Tamaya, really. It wasn’t just about how lately none of her ideas were taken into consideration. Rather, it was about how nor were Kasumi’s, or his own ideas, when they tried to speak up. It was about how things were getting weirder and weirder as time went by, to the point where Simon would see a very pregnant Tamaya in the hallway, apparently fine, but stating she didn’t know if her water was breaking or if she just really needed to use the restroom (the restroom where she didn’t fit in); it was about how everyone knew damn well that Kasumi wasn’t good at public speaking and that, if anything, it just worsened her selective mutism, and yet many important speeches were given to her; it was about how Simon felt like he was talking to a wall, and how that made him feel, suspect, even, that Hugh was back to being trapped in a closet he was already too big for.
It wasn’t just about that, in conclusion.
It was just the tip of a bigger and more messed up problem.
“Well, if you want Tamaya to go bathe in her Greek goddess shower-pool-whatever that thing is, then fine. I’ll call her, I’ll tell her to take the day off, and we go back to the Headquarters.”
 “That would be great, actually!” Simon laughed sarcastically. “But you know what would be even better?”
“I don’t, Si. You tell me.”
It was a rhetorical question.
The nerve.
“That we would act like a team. That we would stop lollygagging around and take realistic turns to have our breaks, because each one of us have lives, and we’re not the only ones who have needs.” And that was about Kasumi feeling like she couldn’t do it today but having to anyway; it was about Tamaya crying in the BBQ Sunday, explaining to her husband how she wanted her baby to be with her, as a baby bawled into her arms, trying to reach for his father, because she spent so little time at home her youngest son wouldn’t recognize her sometimes; it was about Evander claiming Sandy didn’t feel like being alone with her baby bump today, but showing up at work anyway.
And yes, they had pledged to do this, but they were supposed to be in it together.
“But how should I know?” Simon hissed. “It’s not like we’re a Council or anything.”
The bile was all over his mouth now, and Simon felt possessed. He didn’t know how to stop it, and the words just kept coming, and coming and coming, as Hugh stared, half-startled, half mad.
Simon felt like he was a loaded gun that was ready to kill everything that moved, for a reason and a cause.
All those repressed feelings. All those things he desperately wanted to say but never could. The anxiety. The desperate, insatiable craving for a touch that never came. For a kiss. For anything. For a sign. A sign of whatever. One single sign, that would just let him know Hugh was still here.
“It’s not like you needed the majority of us to agree to sentence that minor to death.” He let it go, and all the air, along with his soul, left Simon’s body. “It’s not like Evander and you needed such thing, did you?”
Hugh’s confusion frown suddenly shifted.
Then, all Simon saw was the embodiment of anger, with his cheeks becoming flushed, and his knuckles becoming yellow.
“So that’s what this is all about.”
There was one word to describe that tone, and that word was condescension.
To Simon, the gut-wrenching feeling of frustration that caused him was indiscriptable, and he didn’t wish it to anybody. He would’ve preferred Hugh to scream at him, or just refuse to answer at all, because he couldn’t take it.
He had had people talking down to him his entire life. He wasn’t willing to keep tolerating that.
And in the moment he stared into Hugh’s blue eyes, Simon knew there was no turning back. Because sometimes the right thing to do was not taking it back.
Others, it was not holding it back.
“No. In fact, it’s not about that.”
“WHAT IS IT, THEN?!”
“YOU TELL ME!” Simon howled, getting one step closer to him, and all the memories started flowing...more likely, overflowing, including that time when he had talked to Kasumi and Tamaya in the living room, just like as if they were teenagers, instead of grown ass people, about how Hugh was leaving, even though he was still right there.
Right there, looking like a corpse.
A blue, stiff corpse.
“Why don’t you ever kiss me anymore?” Simon asked, and his voice sounded way less threatening than he had intended. “Why?”
“Are you really going to pull that card on me?”
“I am going to pull it because I want to know!” Simon barked, pointing at his own chest, which was getting tighter and tighter with every second. “Why don’t you ever touch me anymore? Why am I always invisible to you, even when I’m not? Why are you so fucking cold all the time? Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?!”
Hugh wheezed, maybe pretending it didn’t make sense, or maybe pretending he hadn’t understood at all. Still smirking, he ran his fingers through his hair, and stared at Simon, scratching his chin, and clicking his tongue.
“So...Sex.”
Simon’s heart was pounding.
“Yes, sex!” He yelled, shameless. “And kisses, and hugs and my husband! That is what am I asking for!”
“WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO?! WE’RE BUSY!”
“WE’RE NOT BUSY NOW!”
“SO YOU WANT TO GET LAID NOW?!”
“I’M NOT GETTING LAID WHILE THINKING ABOUT HOW A CHILD WILL BE EXECUTED BY ANOTHER CHILD BECAUSE I WASN’T ALLOWED TO DO ANYTHING TO STOP IT FROM HAPPENING!”
“SHE TRIED TO KILL ME! SHE TRIED TO KILL MAX!”
“FIRST: AN ATTEMPTED ASSASINATION IS NOT ENOUGH TO GIVE SOMEBODY A DEATH PENALTY, AND, SECOND: THAT’S WHAT GENISSA SAID!”
“ISN’T THAT ENOUGH?!”
“THAT’S NOT ENOUGH!” Simon screamed, covering his ears with hands.
He didn’t know why, specifically, the ears, knowing that, in reality, his eyes were the problem, because every time he closed them, he saw Nova in that chair, like an animal. And he saw Genissa standing in the lobby, playing with them like puppets; he saw Evander’s despicable smirk when he told Genissa to go ahead; he saw Adrian’s furious eyes as he called his own dad a dictator; he saw Hugh.
Mostly, he saw Hugh, and the caricaturesque villain version of him, which Simon despised with every inch of his being.
Then he was back at the beginning. At Nova.
Nova, who had tan skin, pitch black hair and slanted blue eyes. And Nova, who looked familiar when she smiled, because she looked similar to that man who had come to the Headquarters asking for help, whose smile looked similar to the other person who carried their blood.
And Simon couldn’t help but consider it as a real possibility. And if he happened to be right, then they were failing her.
For the second time.
“It’ll never be enough, Hugh.” He declared. “Because she…”
Simon’s internal knots became tighter, to the point they were suffocating him.
“How do we know who this girl is?” he questioned. “How do we know it isn’t her?”
“Her, who? What are you talking about?”
“Her. The one we failed to protect.” Simon felt a tear slipping from his eye, as he became closer and Hugh walked backwards. “Uh? How do we know that? How do we…?”
But something stopped him.
 And that something was Hugh’s eyes, turning grey as chromium.
He was breathing fast. Faster with every second, and where maybe he saw anger, Simon saw nothing but deep, stored pain, flowing out of him like sweat, or like the tears that weren’t there.
There was Hugh’s bleeding shell again, protecting him like he was a small child curled up on the floor, in a ball, through a polarized surface where Simon and him couldn’t touch, and where nothing could hurt him, while everything could at the same time.
There it was.
The despicable, horrid, bleeding shell.
Except this time it wasn’t bleeding. No. No.
This time, the dense, bubbling blood was falling off it, reaching Simon’s feet, and the shell was in flames. Tall, untamable flames, that were burning the roof and everything surrounding them.
The shell was burning, while Hugh was inside of it, and nobody could get him out before he was burned to death.
Why didn’t he let anyone help him?
Why did he insist the flames weren’t there?
Why couldn’t Simon hold his hand?
Why was he so far?
“We didn’t fail to protect her. She died.” Hugh declared, and when Simon saw his lips quivering, he realized they weren’t talking about Nova anymore.
“She didn’t fail. She died. “ Simon saw the silver painting Hugh’s fingertips, as tears started rolling down his face. “She died! SHE DIED, WHEN IT SHOULD’VE BEEN ME, SIMON!”
The bleeding shell was burning, and Simon still couldn’t find his way in.
“IT SHOULD’VE BEEN ME! AND SHE DIED! SHE DIDN’T FAIL TO PROTECT ANYONE! SHE DIED! IT SHOULD’VE BEEN ME! SHE DIED, SIMON! SHE DIED!”
Their eyes met for a couple of second, and the connection vanished after a blink.
“IT’S NOT HER FAULT SHE DIED, IT’S MINE!”
Hugh was sobbing, like a small child, and Simon was too.
“...It’s...it’s mine, Simon. Always has been.”
And they were so far, despite being so close, that they were left with holding themselves tight.
Because there was no way to get into the burning shell, for Hugh, strangely as it sounded, had never said those words out loud, because he thought the picture on the wall behind him, the one with the woman wearing a floral pink dress with their son -who was also hers- sitting on her lap, would hear him and that would make her sad.
Yet, Simon knew she wasn’t sad at the moment.
He knew her well enough to know she would’ve been disappointed, instead.
Anybody would be if they had to see their family kill the one thing they had died trying to protect.
“No.” Simon declared, calmly. “But I’m not going to go and try to convince you otherwise because I know it’s not the right time.”
Hugh started shaking.
“Si…”
“And I won’t be a part of this, either.” Simon declared, firm, still staring at the picture through the corner of his eye, yet still fully focused on Hugh. “From now on, all you’ll get from me is silence in regards to the issue. I’m not willing to be a part of it. I don’t agree with this. I will never agree.”
“You don’t understand.”
“And I’m glad I don’t. In fact, I hope I never do.” Simon wiped his tears with his palm, and before continuing, he tried to find his Hugh one more time.
He was still there.
Simon hadn’t yet given up on him, but he didn’t feel like telling him that at the moment.
For some reason.
“If Adrian wants to see me, tell him I’ll be at Kasumi’s.”
“Simon.” Hugh grabbed him by the wrist, and a simple wave from Simon’s hand was enough to get it off. Way too easy, for a person who happened to have super-strength. “Simon, please. Don’t do this again. Please. SIMON!”
But Simon did it again anyway.
Later, he wondered what Adrian had felt when he abducted Max from the hospital and left a note for them.
He also wondered what everyone else had felt when the real Nightmare showed up.
Not that he was mad at them.
He just wondered what they had felt.
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p1nkwitch · 4 years ago
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Ok, i did not forget tmastuck is still alive, i just had lots of other ideas, but.
Here we go again. 3 conversations.
@nonbinaryeye
SINNAMONROLL started pestering BEATINGHEART
SR: How long Jonah?
BH: As long as it takes to reach the new session, then I can just leave if my presence is so annoying to you.
SR: Not what I mean and you know it. They are both looking for you. There are just so many times I can lie to their faces. So many times Kitty kat has to lie to her humans, she is sad Jonah.
BH: Do not put our child into this.
SR:...
BH:Ughhhh stupid cat brain.
SR: Still its actually bothering them.
BH: Oh and what should I do, let them find me? How do you think that would end? Hm? I basically took away their powers Barnabas, I let the institute- my institute get destroyed. There is no coming back from that.
BH: Then there is the whole other thing about not actually being anything that a copy!! What do I do with that?
SR: Look, I'm a copy too! I'm not the Barnabas Bennet that was, but I have his memories still. So what? I like this new life. This new chance!! You can have that too Jonah.
BH: We could…
SR: Oh Jonah we both know that it wouldn't work, we already tried and it fell apart. Its not me that you want anymore and I'm… more happy with just being friends this time around. It was stupid of us to even try again, i knew it, but i was just… lonely, heh. Neither is what the other wants. Not anymore.
BH: Maybe if we work on it! I could... try to change.
SR: No, no you won't, and honestly ? I don't want you to. Mistakes happen, otherwise we wouldn't keep falling into each other.
BH: Not all of it was a mistake, it couldn't have been!
SR: … Maybe, maybe not before, I will admit that, but you want more than I can give. That's not bad, it just means I'm not the one you should be getting it from. We worked before, but you have more memories of a life without me and you aren't the same person I loved then.
BH: If i'm not that, and i'm not Jonah, then who the hell am i?
SR: Well, that is really up to you I suppose. To figure it out. I… will keep them away still for a little bit more. But Jonah, I can't keep doing this forever. We are barely halfway through on the trip.
BH: So? Have you seen them, i- they are in love. God why would- i dont even know what else to say.
SR: Try, speak with them, figure out something. You are clever. I need to go, I'm supposed to play cards with Martin. Its funny, he reminds me of Jonathan…
BH: Im sorry.
SR: I know, but its not enough.
SR: Talk to you later ok?
BH: Sure.
SINNAMONROLL ceased pestering BEATINGHEART
BH: …
BEATINGHEART started pestering SPOOKYARCHIVE
BH: How are you holding on?
SA: … Not sure. Its weird.
BH: Breakups are always messy affairs.
SA: You would know wouldn't you?
BH: Rude, do you want me to leave Jon? Because I can. I'm fairly sure i'm the only one you are even talking with at this point.
SA: Not true, I speak with Daisy.
BH: Aha, how does that go for you?
SA: … Its ok, she tries to cheer me up and its… nice, but sometimes she insists on me to stop moping and well.
BH: Tiresome?
SA: Yes, so much. The other just don't want me near, and its- i dont even have my powers anymore, i thought- well i assumed that perhaps like this it would be better, but its like someone cut off something from me.
SA: Georgie tries, but if I mention anything regarding my powers she becomes upset. Melanie is… herself, that bridge got burned a long time ago. Basira.
BH: Ah the detective, she is… impassive i have come to understand.
SA: Yes, and it's confusing, because sometimes we can get along but others I just seem like the enemy. I'm starting to realize that perhaps it was always like that.
BH: Mm, how does that make you feel regarding what happened with Martin.
SA: I- god i was so stupid, i thought we could just be better now that i was cut off, that we could be together but it became obvious that we had two different views of things and it was always grating, I could overlook it, but Martin did not. And it- its not a break up just some time to think.
BH: Jon.
SA: Hahahaha, it's actually funny i think, that's exactly what Georgie told me before breaking up with me.
BH: I do not think its funny Jon.
SA: Well what else am I supposed to take from it???
SA: That I'm terrible at keeping things? That the people around me dont care?
BH: Purrhaps, you confuse coworkers with friends, Jon. Have… Do you have a good frame of reference? To know what is normal or not? I'm trying my best to not sound pushy since you established that does not help you. So think of this as your homework of sorts.
BH: Try and think of behaviour that points to them being friends or coworkers. Hell just go with trauma victims if it makes you feel any better, take that. Make a list and tell me the results.
BH: As for Martin, as you said I don't have the track record to help. Asking Elias… well he has Peter. So maybe that is more helpfur to you. But I doubt it. Listen, divorce your feelings on the matter and think objectively.
BH: Imagine…. imagine someone else, literally anyone you know and try to put them in your place. Would you accept them to be treated like that? Do you think its normal?
SA: I… don't, I really don't. God i'm a mess.
BH: You are something of a mess, but the blame is not on you completely. That others see you as an easy target for their own insecurities doesn't make you the one to blame. Now, you did make mistakes from what we talked about, and we addressed that and their consequences on your relationships before, like with Tim. But, clearly there are also things they are not dealing with either and they use you as a scapegoat.
SA: Don't try to put them against me.
BH: Oh Jon, the sad thing is, I don't have to.
SA: I… will try to speak with Martin again later.
BH: Ok. Good luck, do try to do what I asked you, ok?
SA: Yes… yes, sure. Thank you Jonah.
BH: You are welcome.
SA: … Will you speak with them?
BH: I can't. Goodbye.
BEATINGHEART ceased pestering SPOOKYARCHIVE
WEBDESIGNER started pestering BEATINGHEART
WD: ::::)
BH: What do you want Annabelle?
WD: Can a friend not say hello?
BH: Considering we are not friends and you weren't supposed to make it here, I hardly doubt it.
WD: Oh buuu you sad, sad man.
WD: Anyways, I saw those two moving around trying to find you, very sad. Peter was looking grumpy. Elias was very annoyed. Do you want a picture?
BH: Why are you bothering me with this??
WD: … Its… the first time in years that I don't have the web controlling my actions. I always liked to play matchmaker, before my change.
WD: Its refreshing to be able to say what I mean without pain or speaking in riddles. The trip gets boring otherwise. I have been pestering Martin, but he is stubborn. Plus poor sad Jon.
BH: Leave him alone please, he is already messed up enough as it stands and im playing therapist for free. No need to add more trauma.
WD: That you caused him, or the other you caused him. Its perhaps a very interesting thing that he chose the version of you that did not harm him to be his confidant don't you think? There is something there to be said, even psychoanalyzed.
BH: Annabelle the point.
WD: Right pictures.
WD: sent (picture)
BH:... Annabelle, they are just making out??!!? How did you-??
WD: I have secrets. Have some more.
WD: ATTACHED (PICTURES1,2,3,4)
WD:??? Are you ok? Its been 20 minutes??
WD: Did I kill you? They didn't even get to lose more than the shirts calm down, I was sure you got into more freaky stuff in your years.
BH: How??
WD: Do you want me to get more?
BH: No!!
WD: Are you sure? Trip is long… maybe you need something to keep you… mmm interested?
BH: I will leave.
WD: Sure, sure. Offer always stands. Anyways. I will just say, because i'm fully capable of it now. They very much want you in there too. Its very weird, but considering the things i have seen and done for the web its the least concerning thing.
WD: So stop hiding and go get your throupe you coward.
BH: ANNABELLE!!
WD: ;;;;)
WEBDESIGNER ceased pestering BEATINGHEART
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trying-write-fanfics · 4 years ago
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Shouji Mezo X Reader Remember part 52
The whole class was shocked that Bakugo was the one to pick up the phone. His yell was loud enough to alert Shouji. Seconds it took Shouji to race down the stairs like a spider on every energy possible to enter the room.
“That’s Y/n?” He yelled out of breath.
“Shouji! Get off the phone baku-butts!” The class heard Y/n on the other line.
“Y/n-” Shouji didn’t know what to say.
“Did you tell the teachers about me?” She asked him a sweet voice.
It was a sliver of hope, her voice. Still here in this world, gracing it with her warm presence.
“Yes, of course, Y/n- what, why?”
She told him too!
“I’m a master planner is why!” She said like it wasn’t that serious. “Good, good. I bet this will go quite well.”
Those words destroyed that sliver of peace. Master plan of his hell!
“Y/n why would you do this?” Momo yelled into the home phone. “We could help you if you just let us”
“Once I knew my mother was helping the league, it was my fate to do this. I wasn’t brought to UA for my silly mistakes, but because I was meant to be here, to guide the heroes to stop the league. I’ll take the teachers where they need to be, and I say the things I need to say to my mom.” Y/n explained. “its family business first.”
“You could have told her those things when she rots in prison,” Sero said. “You don’t have-”
“I’m not sure if I’ll be given the chance, but you guys are worth it. I just want you guys to survive your hero course and then become the hereoes you want to be, later. Especially Shouji. I’m sorry I hurt you, and the rest of the class, you’re extra special to me Mezo.”
“Y/n...please,” Shouji begged.
“Shouji you got to be my hero so many times. I know you don’t want me to do this, but you’re worth it. I love you, so much that I don’t want to imagine a world where you get killed or injured by my mother’s creations. I have to be the one to do this.”
“Y/n you can come back we can-” Shouji said.
“Please insert more money to continue the call.”
This was still part of Y/n’s plan. Sure she wish she could hear more of Shouji’s voice, but she knew she had to do this now or never. The class would tell the teachers about the phone call, to ensure she would be found dead or alive. Or at least the location in question.
 She turned to the woods boarding the town and sighed. A road cut through it, the same road her mother drove on. The sign of private property glared at her as she entered the unknown. She took deep breath and continued.
Looking back she wished she could have told Aizawa she did appreciate all his help. They may have butt heads, but she knew he cared about her well being even though he didn’t have to. He busted her shoulder and that’s how it started. That’s the logical way to see this as, but Y/n saw it as destiny was how she ended up here. It was destiny to meet Shouji too. To fall for him, to care for him, to bring her back to her mother in order to save him once. She was risking her life and memories, but she believed deep down she would find her way back no matter what. 
At the check point there was a fence around a building deep in the woods. It was an electrical fence 8 feet high. There at the gate was a camera and a scanner. She took a deep breath and went for it.
“Hello?” She asked the scanner.
“State your name and purpose.” A voice from the scanner said. 
“I’m (full name) Dr (last name)‘s daughter. I just.” She began to tear up. “I need to see my mom, I can’t take it there anymore.” She sobbed.
Thirty seconds went by and the gate opened. Easy as pie. She walked up to the building and entered. It was white, sterile. There was a guard sitting at the computer. 
“Your mother is down stairs.” He said. “You haven’t been here in quite some time.”
“Huh?” She pretended to be dumb. “I think I’ve only been here once or twice.”
“Huh, my mistake.”
Yet Y/n knew where the down stairs was. It was assumed her mother was notify she was here. Her heart race as there was no turning back. The elevator opened to reveal the real laboratory. The walls were tall holding containers of what seemed to be half baked experiments of living things that grew in tubes. She saw her mother taking notes on one of the containers. Her attention turned to her daughter as she heard the elevator ding.
“Y/n, you’re here.” She said. “We might get in trouble for this, but as your mother I have your back. Is that Aizawa-ass a huge jerk?”
“Oh he’s the worst!” Y/n sobbed. “This was all just too much on me. I can’t use my phone at all, and I got hurt!”
Her mother set the notes down to examine her own daughter. She placed her hand on Y/n’s cheek. It burned Y/n to leave it there, but she had to keep up the act for now.
“I’m so sorry. We’ve been playing by their rules for so long.” Her mother sighed. “It doesn’t have to be like that though. It can be like how things were. Remember? When it was just me and you, shopping and icecream?”
Y/n looked past her mother and saw in a container further back, was a NOMU fully grown with a brain sticking out. She had to pretend more and more as it got harder.
“I do mom.” Y/n said. 
“What did they do to you?” Her mother’s attention began going back to the container, she was asking for white noise.
“I came in contact with a NOMU. Or that’s what they called it.” Y/n said.
“Mm hmm?”
“And it is said to be a bunch of people in one body with multiple quirks. It’s man made.” Y/n explained more.
“Yeah?” She took more notes. 
“And you created them didn’t you.” Y/n said.
A slow smile crept on the doctor’s face.
“I wish I could take full credit, but it was a collaboration. Someone’s idea and my intelligence really did mix well together.” She said. “And you’re here to do what?”
“I’m gonna stop you.” Y/n said activating the quirk in her arms to fire.
“You! My creation?” The doctor asked.
Y/n swung at her mother. The older woman ducked down and got a pole from the floor and hit her daughter in the stomach with it. It electrocuted her. Y/n fell flat on her back, confused.
“This is for the NOMUs. I knew betrayal would always be in you whether I used my quirk or not. It would always resurface.” The doctor said. “You know how disappointed I was when child services came because you called 911? What kind of child rats on her own family? I could’ve been great. Solving the world’s questions they’re too scared to even research!” 
“You’re insane!”
“Am I? I birth four ungrateful children to make them the best possible examples of human life.” The doctor yelled kicking Y/n’s side. “Two run away to fulfill their lame careers, one committing petty crimes and the other had no better purpose than to become a NOMU.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“I would! I refuse to lose my identity, my power, my ambitions to motherhood. It was never rewarding. None of you got my intelligence. Only my drive to fulfil your dreams.” The doctor hissed. “Tell me why now are you so pissed off? Did you fall in love with a wannabe hero?”
Y/n was scared. She was electrocuted again as she screamed in agony. She felt her muscles move against her brain waves. She couldn’t move.
“You could have been a better hero if your father didn’t stop me. Look at you wanting to lose yourself into someone else. What did they do? Call you pretty? Thought you were nice? Like some painting to hang on the wall and be forgotten about?” 
Her mother kept hitting her with the device. Asking her questions.
“Forget about them, and maybe when you meet again, you’ll be the true potential you could never meet as NOMU!” 
“Fuck you!” Y/n cried out as she gave a last ditch kick to her mother’s leg. 
 “Get her!” 
Two lab assistants took Y/n by her legs and arms. She struggled and tried activating her quirk. Her mother looked her in the eyes and starting to activate her own quirk on Y/n.
“Stop it!” Y/n yelled. “Stop it! Stop it stop it!”
“Drug her up.” Her mother told a third lab assistant who shoved a needle into her side. 
 Y/n body violently shook as they carried her into a smaller room with a bed. The assistants grunted as she struggled. Her mother grabbed her face more to activate her own quirk to see how far Y/n would handle it. Y/n tried fighting the urge not to black out, but with the drugs, the arm around her neck and the hands on her limbs there was no hope. 
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piperdelaprim · 5 years ago
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Shelly and Colt accidentally kill a man (headcanons)
Okay! It's been a while, hello 👋 I'm finally back with more headcanons and this time it's for none other than the faces of Brawl Stars. I'm not exactly sure what you should expect but it's content regardless!! Let's go!!
Is it Sholt? Yes. Is it romantic? Not entirely sure but I'll try.
So the scene starts off with Shelly being like: "Uh, what the fuck did we just do...?"
And then Colt being shocked as hell stands there for a minute and then takes initiative to check if the dude's really dead. He uses his revolver to nudge the body, but lo and behold--it is lifeless.
Imagining the duo with a motherlode of meiotic dialogue (the rhetorical device, not cell separation yall LOL) Shelly would then say: "Mm yeah. He's dead."
Colt responds, not believing what they just did: "Okay great! Wanna go grab some coffee?" Shelly then elbows him so Colt can have a jarring reality check alongside her. She starts shedding some tears, however she tries her best to hold them in to control the situation.
Colt, knowing how stressed Shelly can get even in arguably much smaller dillemas (in comparison to a murder), he starts to reassure her, hugging her and all that good uwu shit, telling her it's going to be fine and that they were ultimately innocent. However, Shelly, stopping her tears and interrupting Colt, she ominously says: "We need to hide the body."
And then Colt's like: "You're...insane...but sure okay!"
Then the scene segways to the events leading up to this incident and I'm about to tell you it right now yeet
It's a "normal" day in Brawl Town, the sun's out on a windy Wednesday and nothing was out of the ordinary. Colt and Shelly at this point have known eachother for a couple months but absolutely LOVE pining! The third wheel and best friend, Poco, gets insanely irritated with the two of them not professing their affection for one another--but like most days, that's just a normal thing.
After a match, Poco and Shelly hung out and ate lunch together at Bull's Diner. Poco noticed that something was quite out of the ordinary: "I think there's a weird dude in town."
The "weird dude" doesn't match any of the existing brawlers' characteristics or physical appearances. Poco continued to tell Shelly that he was always acting weird and randomly knocking at every brawlers' residences.
Shelly being skeptical asked Poco for proof. "Well! I don't have any! But he does look weird, like the pictures of the robohumans I saw in the newspaper centuries ago," says Poco.
"What are those?"
"You know those things we fight every day, Shelly Yeah, they used to capture humans and turn them into robot human hybrids. I don't know who stopped the robots from doing it, but I haven't seen one in forever--until now. But stay safe tonight, Shelly. Maybe you can ask Colt to come over. Hehehe."
Shelly, with red cheeks, almost jumps out of her side of the booth to nag back at Poco, "I don't need protecting!" As partially annoyed as she was, she couldn't help but chuckle at what Poco had jokingly said.
"Are you sure you don't need protecting, Shelly? You *did* let your emotions get the better of you just now!"
"Haha very funny //bonehead, but I think *you* should be the one worrying about safety with a guitarrón as your only weapon!"
"Shelly, I'm fine...I'm already dead." bruh moment, end of scene
Later that night, Shelly returns home, half asleep and ready to crash--until she saw Colt at her front door. Almost instantly, Shelly was wide awake.
Not knowing how to showcase her affection toward him as per usual, with her eyes open wide she sternly says, "What the hell are you doing here."
"Poco said you needed me here." Colt said with a smirk.
"Screw you Poco oh my god." said Shelly under her breath. She looked back up at Colt and said "Look, thanks for going out of your way and everything, but Poco's just messing with you. Goodnight, Colt."
Before she went in her house, Colt said with the greatest of speed: "Okay wait listen, so two things: my cousin Penny just arrived at Brawl Town and I actually can't stand her attitude but Mama and Jess love her a lot because she's really good at brawling and she's making a lot of money right now for the family but once again I don't really like her so I hoped I could stall and talk to you for a little bit and ALSO that new guy here is scaring the shit out of me and I don't feel safe at night hahahaha....ha..."
Shelly, internally excited that Colt wants to spend more time with her but forbids to let that show in her face, gives in and lets him in her house. Before that, she says: "You know you really gotta start sucking it up. The kid's making more money than you for a reason."
Shelly and Colt started chatting with eachother in the couch about their lives in Brawl Town and how crazy their lifestyle is, and eventually Colt says: "Man it still shocks me how we just...ran into eachother back there." (The whole "No Time to Explain" thing)
Shelly, with a laugh says: "You were literally about to die :))" Colt laughs with her, saying "I really wouldn't have been here gushing over you every day if you didn't save my ass a couple months ago."
Internally, Shelly's like: holyshitholyshit whatdoesthatmean whatthehellishesayingtomerightnow ohmygodholyshit but the words that came out of her head was: "You? Gushing over me? Quit playing h a h a." Shelly's hella nervous and super flustered.
"Wow Shelly," Colt said playfully, "what a way to discredit weeks and weeks of me thinking of what I was planning to say to you sooner or later :P"
Shelly got up from her spot in the couch and inched closer toward Colt. Very much unlike her usual self, she was flustered and smiling like a middle schooler around their crush, except it's actually like that besides the fact that they're not middle schoolers. "Just...shut the fuck up already." said Shelly jokingly with a smile as she put her arms on top of Colt's shoulders.
The both of them were MEGA flustered, and as excited as they were, they allowed for the moment to carry itself. Although slowly, their lips eventually locked for a couple seconds, HOWEVER, a sudden sound of a window breaking startled the both of them--the sound came from the second story of Shelly's house.
Jerking up from the couch, the both of them grabbed their weapons and stormed upstairs. Shelly recognized that the sound came from the spare room--a place where she hardly goes to maintain.
When the pair approached the door, they found cover and kicked it open like the police do and instantly pointed their weapons toward the figure they recognized as the "weird dude".
"Shit, Poco wasn't kidding." said Shelly, "What the hell are you doing in my house?Get out or we'll shoot!"
The weird dude, super unfazed by the way, says menacingly, "Oh dear, I just need a place to stay!" Shortly after his request, he shoots at the painting that hung in the hallway, knocking it down.
You know what that means! W A R. It was Shelly and Colt vs. the Weird Dude. Shelly and Colt's regular attack hardly damaged him. It was clear what he was. He was made by the robots (not the robo squad but the big boys we fight during the ticketed events).
Shelly's super was charged up, but didn't want to use it. However, the weird dude's punch attack was inching closer and closer to Colt, and Shelly, without thinking, fired her super at the humanoid.
After doing so, there was peace and quiet, but Shelly didn't know what she had just did because the first thing she did was attend to Colt.
"Holy shit are you okay?!"
"Of course, if my hair's fine, then I am too ;) but one thing, Shelly...*points to the humanoid* I THINK YOU KILLED HIM."
And then it's basically back to the beginning of the post!
The two of them brainstorm on ways to dispose of the body, but alas, their moral compasses are failing them in this scenario. But, suddenly, Colt remembered that there was an incinerator back at the Junker family home.
"Okay...NO." Shelly didn't like the idea of literally dragging a dead half-human into the Junker residence. "Your mom's really not gonna like me if she smells a dead freaking body in her house."
"Heh, is that *really* what you're worried about? ;))" bruh moment no.2
*flustered ass Shelly activated* "nOOo...of course not! I just killed a man. I can't really worry about anything else anymore can I..."
Shelly really didn't want to face Pam after this whole mess, even though she had nothing to do with it anyway. "Well, we're not doing that. I don't want to freak them out." She's just too packed with emotions to meet the parents LOL
Suddenly there was a knock on the front door downstairs. Sholt both had an "oh shit!" moment and Shelly hesitantly ran down the stairs opened the door, ready to give an explanation, but turns out it was just Poco.
"oH mY gOd sHELLy aRE yOu oKAy?!" Poco cried as he LITERALLY jumped on top of her. "I heard your shotgun from a mile away and I-"
"PocoIThinkIKilledTheWeirdGuyJesusIThinkI'mAMurdererWhatAmI-"
"you wh-"
"alsomeandcoltkindakissedandhe'supstairswiththebody-"
"YOU WHAT-"
"Yeah I know I murdered a guy in front of the literal sheriff to save his life how much more ironic can it get,,,"
"Okay that's cool and all but you guys really kissed it was gonna happen sooner or later hehe..."
"THATS NOT IMPORTANT POCO I KILLED SOMEONE"
"Eh, I wouldn't worry too much about that."
*confused Shelly*
Colt, from upstairs, screams: "BABE HE'S GONE WHAT DO I DO? ALSO WHO'S DOWNSTAIRS?"
Poco's face lit up at Shelly, "bAbE?? ;))" said Poco quietly. Shelly let out a sigh, flattered at what he called her but irritated because he decided to call her that while Poco was around.
"IT'S POCO WE'RE FINE." Shelly said loudly from the lower level.
Colt came down to greet the not-usually-giddy Poco, "Hey Colt! It's all good! They respawn back to where they came from sooner or later, it just takes them a longer while!"
"Phew, that's a relief!" Colt exclaimed, "Did you know that Shelly didn't want to burn the body at my Mom's place because she was nervous to meet her?"
*irritated Shelly activated* "You're fUnNY."
Poco laughs, knowing he did enough to poke fun at the two. "You guys are so cute, I'll leave you two alone now, goodnight!"
Poco leaves and what do you know it's just the two of them!
"So Shelly...where were we? ;))" Shelly chuckled a little bit, as she warmed up and started to act more natural around Colt. They lean toward eachother to finish what they started before the whole conflict, but once again...
*DOORBELL RINGS*
*irritated Shelly, part 2* "I'll get it..." Shelly opens the door and starts saying "Poco oh my-" until she realized it was actually Jessie. "Oh sh- hi Jessie!! Sorry about that!"
Colt doesn't want Jessie to know that he's at Shelly's place, so he runs behind the couch to hide.
"Hi Shelly! I've been trying to look for Colt because Mama misses him so much and she really wants to see him. Is he here by any chance?"
Colt's SUPER soft spot is his mother, so he decided to get up from his hiding spot and reveal himself to Jessie. "Jessie! What are you doing alone at this time? It's dangerous!"
"Actually, I was wondering what you two are doing alone at this time?"
Shelly, slightly irritated (but not fully because she silently finds Jessie super adorable) once more, says "nothing, Jessie, don't worry about it." She turns around to Colt to tell him he should go and that she'll see him tomorrow.
And then they exchange really soft goodbyes to eachother and Jessie already knew what's up. When they were on the way home Jessie decided to ask him: "You guys are together now, aren't you? Don't lie to me!"
"Heh, sure, whatever answer satisfies you, kiddo. But I think we need to have another first date--before you did, let's just say a couple o' people decided to crash it."
That's all! I know this is much longer than my regular posts and this is definitely much more experimental than usual. I'm not exactly sure how it'll be received or if it even quenches the Sholt drought but I hope you enjoyed nonetheless!
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idiosyncrasy-thoughts · 5 years ago
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Empathy - Yvette Short Story (Part 1)
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(this is Yvette's route based on Wrath's storyline; a disclaimer that i'm no pro writer; i already love yvette even though her route isn't even out yet)
Consciousness sweeps over me as I feel sand brushing against my cheek. I open my eyes to vast and vast of sand stretching to the horizon, coming to a realisation that I'm in the middle of a desert. I try to move my hands, but they are so tightly bound behind my back that struggling hurts my skin.
What the?
My ankles are tied too, and I try to recall the situation that happened before that leads me to this.
A tall figure a few distance away catches my attention. Green hair cascading down her back, Yvette's on the phone with someone. I stare at her back features, remembering that I'm kept hostage by her for the heirloom. Questions start to flood my mind.
Why does Yvette need the heirloom? Why is she working with the demons? And why does she have a burning hatred for Wrath? Pun intended.
There must be a valid reason as to why Yvette's so determined in getting my charm, right? Or else she wouldn't have fought her way until now.
The sound of several footsteps interrupts my thoughts and I turn my head to see who is it. A couple comes into my vision, stopping right in front of me. A rush of relief fills me. A rescue party? How lucky am I?
"Thank god, please untie me," I say as quietly as I can. "And don't make too much noise, that lady over there got some fire powers."
The two people seem unbothered by my words as they continue to stare at me blankly. I look at them curiously before horror surges through my body. Red veins start to appear on their skin, and their eyes expand to an abnormal length. They growl at me fiercely, probably hungry for my flesh.
And I oop-
One of them comes close enough to smell me, and I close my eyes with the hope that it will gulp me whole instead of biting my face. A quick death is always better than a slow, painful one.
"No. Don't eat her," Yvette's commanding voice rings. "I still need her alive for the charm."
The demon hisses at me but still backs away. Yvette steps in with a smile.
"You're up, sweetheart. How's the little nap?"
I push myself up with my elbow. "Uncomfortable and dirty."
Yvette bends down to meet my eye level. "Oh, you poor thing." I flinch when she reaches out to touch my face. "Relax, I have gloves on. And you have sand on your pretty face."
I stay still as she gently brushes sand off my cheek, and I take the moment to observe her facial features. I have to admit, although Yvette's supposedly the bad person, she can be nice...and gorgeous.
My breath hitches in my throat when the girl catches me staring, and a small smirk tugs on her lips. "Enjoying the view?"
"I mean, you know you're pretty."
Yvette's eyes twinkle with delight. "Mm, Wrath won't be too pleased to hear her girl saying that."
"Wrath and I are just friends."
The green-haired lady raises an eyebrow. "Friends? That's funny, because I remember you almost kissing me when I played as Wrath."
Well, that's true. But who would turn down a kiss from an attractive woman?
I stay silent, causing Yvette to snicker while she stands to pull out her phone. "That's what I thought."
Dialing for someone, she puts her phone near her ear. A few moments later, a smug grows on Yvette's face.
"Wrath, I thought you'd never pick up the phone."
Her smirk drops after a few seconds and she spares me an annoyed glance, pushing the phone near me.
"Hello?"
"Did she hurt you?" Wrath asks.
"N-No."
"Good. I'll be there soon."
"I know, I-"
Yvette quickly pulls away the phone and speaks, "There, you heard her voice. I'll give you the coordinates, but if anyone else shows up except for you, your crush dies. Bring the heirloom. Understand?"
Yvette hangs up shortly after, smirking at me.
"She sounded so desperate."
"Wrath's never desperate. Only frustrated."
Yvette laughs and tucks away her phone. "You caught me. I was called several things in Spanish that I would prefer not to translate."
"But she's coming to get me?"
Yvette pauses, and for a second, her expression is unreadable. "That's what we all want, isn't it?"
"When things are terrifying and painful, far too much to handle alone...we want someone to come and rescue us," her voice lowers slightly, her grip on her cane visibly tightens.
She's not looking at me. If anything, Yvette is looking past me, haunted by a spectre that I can't see.
My heart sinks at the sight.
She must have gone through so much suffering alone without anyone, and that's a terrifying, lonely route to walk on. Even for a bad person, Yvette has feelings as well.
Oh no, I am NOT falling for the bad guy.
"Enough of this," Yvette starts, noticing the tension in the air when I forgot to reply. "I will get that heirloom, even if I have to kill Wrath. Which will be ideal, of course."
Then, something that I would never expect myself to say slips out of my mouth. "What if...I help you get it? Minus the killing."
Surprise flashes across Yvette's face, but it doesn't last long as her stoic demeanour comes back on. "You almost got me there. But that lie won't work on me anymore. Not after you ambushed me back at that room."
"Well..." I trail off, pondering an explanation. "I was convinced me that you're bad news. But then I realise that I don't know the whole story to judge."
"And...the demons," I continue. "The amount of people who want you dead. They all sound so scary to deal with alone."
Yvette's averts her gaze to the horizon. "They do, but I got used to it...I have to."
Her eyes find mine again.
"Why, are you pitying me right now?"
"What? No, it's more like empathising with you."
Yvette laughs as if I have just made a joke, and it stings my heart. She bends down again to meet my eye level, regaining her composure.
"That's hilarious, MC, but back to business. You must want something in exchange. Do you prefer cash?" Yvette suggests, her voice becoming low and alluring. "Or perhaps a date with me?"
My cheeks burn up by her enticing offer, but I shake my head out of it, remembering my original intention.
"If getting you that heirloom keeps the both of you safe, then yes, I'll help you."
Yvette's orbs scrutinise mine as if she's searching for something; probably any malicious agendas that I may hide. When she doesn't find any, her hard gaze soften, and I find myself getting lost in her gorgeous ocean eyes; my heart thumping wildly in my chest. Why is she staring at me like that?
Eventually, I have to force myself to look away in order to breathe. "Don't look at me like that."
Yvette chuckles, pushing my hair away to caress my face. "You are something, MC."
The sound of a vehicle driving towards us breaks my moment with Yvette. All available emotions of the girl are drained, soon replaced by a hard look that she wears when dealing with serious matters.
"It's business time," says Yvette, who stands up to welcome our visitor.
I follow her gaze to a large jeep parked a few distance away. The door to it swings open and black combat boots step out. I don't have to look to know who it is, but I do anyways.
Wrath comes into view with a face full of fury, similar to the blazing sun that's rising behind her.
Yvette's eyes flicker to me, then to the demons, commanding them to hold me in place. "Don't hurt her."
The demons growl disappointedly as Yvette approaches the ringleader.
"Look who's here to save the day," the green-haired girl starts, leaning her weight on her staff. "Can't stay away from your crush?"
"Hand over MC now," Wrath deadpans, fixing her brass knuckles in place. "Or you'll regret what's coming."
"Or what? Get punched in the face? It takes more than a black eye to stop me."
"How about snapping your neck?"
Now that's just brutal.
Yvette laughs wickedly, a low rumble that sends a chill down my spine. "Your true colours always show, Esperanza. You want to play saviour, but you can't help it, can you?"
Wrath breathes out a sigh. "You're always full of shit to say, Yvette. Your enemies will get bored of your grandma stories."
A hint of annoyance sweeps over Yvette's face, and she pulls out her cane from the sand, leaving a hole in it. Without warning, she launches herself towards Wrath.
She moves too fast for a human, and her fist is aiming straight for the ringleader's chest.
My stomach sinks when I think about the consequences of Greed's fire fist in Wrath's chest; where her heart is. Please don't do it, Yvette.
Wrath doesn't even flinch, as if waiting for the green-haired girl to strike her.
"Have you forgotten, Yvette? MC's heirloom is still with me."
Yvette visibly hesitates, her fist stops inches away from the ringleader. Taking this chance, Wrath drives her knee up to the green-haired girl's stomach and bashes the side of her face.
I gasp audibly at the impact, witnessing as the girl stumbles onto the ground.
"Yvette!"
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kinetic-elaboration · 5 years ago
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November 18: Thoughts on The 100 2x07
Okay, gonna try this again with another ep. Long Into the Abyss
The last time I was watching T100 I was back at the beginning of S2 so I could remind myself of some stuff for a fic so now I’m really out of sorts.
I remember watching this ep for the first time and thinking, ‘oh, I guess Keenan isn’t going to be important, then.’ The fucked-up-ness levels of this scene are supremely underrated. Much like how they experiment on Maya--they know no shame. Also I feel like the implication is that Keenan isn’t the first person they’ve killed in this way. Does no one.... miss them? Why was there no revolt from the populace on the grounds of ‘they’re experimenting on us’ if not on the grounds of ‘they’re experimenting on these random kids’?
That Keenan was felled by rain makes me think that the rain was....dun dun dun, acid the whole time.
“Civilian check-in will take place at 0900 hours. All civilians must be accounted for by your station supervisors.” I mean first there are only two stations lol but otherwise... collecting more data for the Ark AU.
“This is not our home, it’s theirs” is SUCH a retcon and I’m still angry about it.
It makes absolutely no sense that Abby is still in charge even though the duly elected Chancellor is back in the settlement. I mean I know they’re just making shit up now but they’re not even trying.
Jaha’s faith would be more compelling if it didn’t mean randomly abandoning big chunks of his people--not just Marcus and the 48 but every other station that may or may not be out there. I guess he still sees them as a whole not as individuals or even as sub-parts. (I’d say he’s being selfish but in fact he will sacrifice himself too.)
This would have been a good time to lean even more into the 100 as a distinct people all their own. Clarke (and co.) care about the 48 than anything else. But no one else does, really; they were already thrown away.
That was the worst speech Chancellor 1 and Chancellor 2 could have given because now it’s super obvious they are not on the same page.
“The Grounders are attacking because of me” is 100% true and you should say it. People in this fandom love to hate on fuckboy Finn but the actual main characters stuck behind him right up until the bitter end lol, let’s not forget that.
Also yes Clarke’s line is stupid (”The Grounders are attacking because that’s what they do”) but.... she’s not entirely wrong that the Grounders have historically targeted them for almost no reason, over and over, since day one. So yeah they’d probably be attacking anyway. Not five minutes ago Jaha was saying they were just trying to get ‘invaders’ off their land so....yeah no one knows.
Raven’s Gate!
The Mount Weather delinquents! I love them. I love their group dynamic. I love the bizarre way Jasper is sitting, and how much faith he has in Clarke, and Monty being the voice of pessimistic reason. I do not love Monty’s hair. That is an unfortunate cut.
WE’RE CRIMINALS RIGHT SO LET’S BE CRIMINALS.
Says the boy whose crime was being a stoner.
Like tbh now that I’ve looked at the whole season from afar, trying to make it make sense for fic writing purposes, I see that this whole ep’s story line probably mostly exists just to buy some time while actual progress is made outside the Mountain but... I still love it.
Give Ricky Whittle an Emmy lol.
S2 Clarke was such peak Clarke... she’s so smart. Figuring everything out all the time.
[All Grunting]
David Miller is the true and only MVP I said what I said.
Mount Weather population: 382. You know people can give bone marrow without dying. Perhaps you could stop being so greedy and impatient.
Octavia trying to be brave and strong while looking young and scared and small is Endearing.
Totally forgot Nyko was a healer.
Or an Angel of Death lol.
I’m just going to say it. Bellamy was turned on by Clarke electrocuting Nyko.
I’m not super crazy about the Finn and Lincoln comparisons given that Finn acted of his own free will and Lincoln was turned into a cannibal.
The only scenes that really matter are the MW ones as per usual.
“Ye of little faith.”
“That’s my boy.”
I love Miller’s little thief kit omg. And Monty the Stereotypical Hacker.
“And they said we wouldn’t amount to anything.” UNDERRATED LINE.
“Abby, you cannot seriously be taking seriously the thoughts of a teenage girl we previously agreed was completely expendable lol??”
I’d say ‘why do the Grounders need such a comically large force to wipe out a tiny little enclave of scared refugees’ but of course the last time they went up against an even tinier group of refugees they got roasted, toasted, and burned to a crisp so...fair enough.
“She was Anya’s second” as in that should matter because Clarke and Anya were such good friends....?
Jaha hates not being in power so bad. Like he’s this-close from saying ‘Abby stop playing and hand over the pin to a real adult.’ Like he truly thinks she’s just fucking around and he’s entitled to the final say because...habit I guess?
Another point to Finn: if they left they would NEVER come back for the MW kids lol. What an obvious lie. Does Jaha believe his own bs??
Also someone should have pointed out that the Grounders have literally never been good faith with them. Never. Like who says that if the Ark left the Alpha Station site that the Grounders wouldn’t pursue them and kill them anyway? The delinquents abandoned the dropship site and were followed and attacked. (Am I mis-remembering or was ‘leave or die’ the offer then too?) The Ark doesn’t know how much land “belongs” to Trikru (prob because none of it does lol). Like, Jaha’s confidence that Lexa wasn’t lying to him the whole time--like every other time she opens her mouth, because almost everything she says is in fact a lie--is wildly misplaced imho.
All of that said and I completely stand by it--he’s not wrong that he’s the real Chancellor and it is ridiculous that the actual elected Chancellor has to beg the rando who just happens to have the pin to do something. Like--he is right  on the procedure but wrong on the substance is what I’m saying.
And here another example of how only the person who controls the army has real power.
Remember when Abby and Clarke had a good relationship? And it was significant and moving? Anyway another answer to ‘why are you throwing everything away on this plan’ would be ‘because it’s not a shitty plan, you’re just not hearing it out,’ or alternately ‘because we need to deserve to live as I have already said back in the pilot and walking away from MW would be morally abhorrent.’
Netflix subtitles don’t know Miller’s name lol.
MW surveillance of Alpha Station.
Honestly as soon as the stuff with the Grounders moves to the fore I just zone out. Maybe it’s because the tension is gone when you know what happens or maybe it’s because I never really believed ADC but...eh. She has a cool glove though.
They really do hammer home the idea that the MM aren’t really “alive.” Someone bring back that ‘they’re the souls in the underworld’ meta stat.
“This is our world. We deserve this.” Imo this is the hubris of the descendant of American Executive Branch survivors, the belief that, because they were chosen to live for their importance to the whole concept of America, that they now deserve not just survival but a return to that which they themselves destroyed. (I know in this universe it was some rogue AI blah blah blah--it’s more interesting if it was a nuclear war in the traditional sense in my opinion.) Dante has the other side of the argument: We are the keepers of history. The responsibility, over the entitlement. And he recognizes that this legacy is already stained, perhaps irrevocably. Is it ridiculous that he drew his line in the sand? Did he even make that decision, about the Grounders, or did his father make it? Does he think it’s okay because the Grounders are ‘savages’? Because the MM can survive without the bone marrow but not without the blood?
I’m going to be honest, I have no idea what the concept is here with saving Lincoln. Like is this real science about overdoses or just like shit made up as they went along? The only thing I got was the heart thing with the electric shock but like...unclear on the rest... is it just waiting out the detox, I guess?
The dropship has a cute tiled floor. I never noticed that.
They didn’t lie! They were just being as dramatic as possible! Griffin women specialty.
I never shipped M/inty but that was a nice moment. Love those attempts to expand Miller’s character. Also completely forgot that what Miller found was the engineering schematics.
“It’s not complicated really. We just need to keep them alive long enough for the drug to leave their system.” Okay so I was basically right. Not sure how she came to that conclusion from the fight scene but w/e.
L just strikes me as like a young person pretending to be a leader rather than like an actual leader... I’m sorry. But that’s just my read.
Anyway here she is, bad faith as always--moving the goalposts again. “You can have your truce if I get one thing”--LADY YOU GOT YOUR ONE THING THE FUCKING REAPERS HELLO. You don’t get a second thing. I mean fuck really you’re already getting two things: the Reapers and an ally in taking down the Mountain. Now you want a third thing?? No. No more things.
“The one you call Finn”--see, honestly, fake. You’re from fucking Baltimore, no one talks like this or has ever talked like this in the history of human speech.
Anyway, that was intellectually exhausting. Missed seeing my girl Maya. And even more importantly, Raven. And Bellamy had so little to do. He looked damn fine though.
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justjen523 · 7 years ago
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Obsession
MC x Zyglavis x Scorpio
*Special 500 follower appreciation piece*
Rating M (18+)
This is a dark smut mini series, if you are the sensitive type and don’t like reading things that contain non consensual, violent, perverted or homosexual sex this piece is not for you. For my regulars, your dreams have come true! The threesome so many of you have dreamed of coming soon...
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The door opened slowly, the light that poured in temporarily blinding me. Trying to block the brilliance with my hand extended, his wicked voice chuckled darkly.
“Hello sweetheart, missed me?” When his gorgeous perfect face came into view my heart leapt into my throat. I did miss him. He was all I ever thought about. The precise reason why I ended up in this situation in the first place.
Being obsessed with a god was considered one of the most serious of human sins and subsequently I was appropriately punished. Chained and locked away for all eternity in some dark cell somewhere deep underground within the Heaven’s. Now, I know what you’re thinking, how absolutely horrific right? Trust me, it is not nearly as bad as it sounds. The object of my obsession came by on a regular basis to visit and….uh….“play” with me. What did I possibly have to complain about? If anything this felt more like a reward than a punishment.
“Terribly, Minister.” His sinister smile did all sorts of naughty things to me. I now existed for one purpose and one purpose only. To be his “toy” and available for his pleasure whenever he required it. That fact breathed life into me.
“I am sorry I have not come by sooner, work has been exhaustive and requires much of my time. I’m afraid even today’s visit must remain brief.” There was no chance in hell I was just going to let him leave without at least a taste.
“Poor Minister, they don’t know how to treat you properly, but that’s okay. I do. I know exactly what you need. Come to me.” His tall slender form came over till he was towering above me.
“And just what is it that you believe I need?” He smirked gripping my chin before running his thumb over my lower lip.
“You need to relieve some of that pressure and tension Minister, and that’s what I exist for is it not? To please you?.”
“You are such an obedient and loyal little thing aren’t you?”
“But of course. Now, come. Let me help you.”
“Mm. You love my cock don’t you? You just love having it in that pretty mouth of yours.”
“I do. So much, please….may I? Let me taste you. Please? Pretty please?” His dark grin widened at my desperation and begging. 
“Tsk Tsk. It’s true, look at you. You my dear are beyond redemption so I guess all that’s left for you is eternal atonement.”
“And will you continue to be the one to provide it?” 
“You would love that wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Minister. I have no purpose if I cannot please you.” 
“Is that so?” I simply nodded as I stared up at him pleadingly. His sharp intelligent eyes caught the light in such a way that left me feeling hypnotized. 
“I want….no….NEED to feel you Minister, taste you. Please, don’t leave me alone without at least a taste.” He laughed darkly cupping my cheek in his hand.
“Open your mouth.” As if he even had to ask. The familiar feel of his velvety skin as it slid into my mouth made me quiver with delight. 
“Mmm..” Was all I could manage as I desperately pulled my lips and mouth along his shaft. His hand raked through my hair while my hands each firmly gripped the back of his thighs. 
“Fuck. This little mouth of yours…..” As I glanced up a surge of wetness flooded me at the delicious expression he wore. Half lidded lustful eyes stared down at me as he lightly bit his lower lip. 
“Yeah, that’s my good girl. Swallow my cock.” I whimpered desperate with desire hearing his sultry voice from above.
“You want my cum?” I nodded eagerly, my mouth never faltering in it’s current task. 
“Down your throat or on your face?” In the end I didn’t need to actually give an answer. The pleading in my eyes told him everything he needed to know. 
“I’m afraid I have more for you than usual this time beautiful, I recommend relaxing that jaw.” Drunk with lust I eagerly sucked as hard as I could, desperate to taste his seed. As my eyes fluttered close, it didn’t go unnoticed that another pair of eyes were spying on us in this precarious position. At first I felt a pit in my stomach at the thought till I realized just who those eyes belonged to. Zyglavis’ right hand, the Vice Minister, Scorpio. He must have followed the Minister here.
I debated whether I should inform the Minister of his presence before or after he blew his load. Obviously the selfish side of me chose the latter without hesitation. As my eyes flickered back to the slat in the door they met with his and to my surprise he didn’t look away. Instead he looked upon us with a curiosity I was all too familiar with. I had to be sure though, I couldn’t have anything interfering with the Minister’s visits. 
He held my gaze as I sucked his boss off deliciously. There was definitely a fire burning there that surprised me. This particular god was nothing short of volatile if his behavior at my trial was anything to go off of. He detested humans and practically spat on me when I was taken into custody and brought to the transformation chamber. Lucky for him I was no longer human though I suppose for him I was now far worse.
Remaining a human would have prevented my eternal punishment the moment I died. Instead, they made me into something they considered a monster. They made me a demon. Something all gods considered an abomination and to kill on sight. Zyglavis took pity on me after I was stripped of my humanity and thrown helplessly into a dark cell forever chained and meant to be forgotten. He visited me to read me the decree made by the King of the Heaven’s as per his job required.
While his initial response was severe I had remained silent as tears fell. Such cruelty to turn my love for this god into a perverse joke. Demons were unable to love, the very thought a lethal poison. The only way to preserve my “feelings” were to turn them into lust and lust alone though at the time I didn’t know that. My love for the god in front of me had begun to rot my body away with such agony that the Minister of Punishments was unable to finish reading the decree. He took pity on me and helped me find a way to survive this eternal torment. Which is how I ended up his precious pet. 
But alas, I digress. The smoldering eyes held prisoner by mine inspired me to pleasure the Minister to heights unknown. It turned me on so much that the god the Minister relied upon for all things work related was hungrily albeit jealously watching us. I wanted him to be jealous, I wanted him to be furious. More than anything, I wanted him to be horny and leave here unsatisfied. Welcome to my eternal hell you son of a bitch.
TBC
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Return Of The Maker
It had been years since he stepped foot on the same chunk of land she was hiding on. He always knew were she was and what she was doing but he never let her know how close he was to her. Then again she was after all his for the rest of eternity, he made sure of that the night they decided to run off together.
Klaus always did have her best interests at heart, which is why any man who dared to harm her in anyway ended up vanishing. Though really they were drained of blood and cut up into 'exotic' meat and given to the new noble blood of this time period as a sick joke. Only one man survived his grasp, and that was because he found the pain he inflicted with her interesting.. usually because it would make her think of a better time. One perhaps involving him before he made her his eternal play thing.
Lightly tapping his cane against his foot, Klaus was waiting for Aricena to return home. He quietly sat on her sofa in the dimly lit room, simply waiting and letting out the occasional bored sigh. He wouldn't move or get up to find her. He would just sit there, knowing that seeing him when she first enters her own home would be the best surprise he had given her in years.
She walked in and froze, standing in the doorway, the light spilling around her from the hall.
Unnecessary objects in her hands, those which played the most part in making her look human still, were casually placed on the table by the door. She closed it just as she had every other night for as long as she could remember, only this night, looking her demon inside with her.
"You must be lonely again..." she stated simply, moving to put the groceries away. "Been a long time Klaus."
Cold, unfeeling....no emotion laced her voice, yet the aversion of her eyes spoke everything she was facing with his appearance.
“Yes I must be so lonely to return to the one person in this world whose only goal in their immortal life is to hate me.” Klaus rolled his eyes, tilting his head slightly as he looked from the bag that was brought in to Ari. “You don't even miss me a little? I am hurt.... Well not really.” He smiled at her. “Still playing the roll as human after all this time?”
She stiffened, gripping the sink before she turned with a smirk, folding her arms across her chest. "Come now Klaus, you didn't come back to restart old wars. What do you want? " She moved to the fridge, pulling free a pouch of blood and turning to the stove, and her back to him.
"Does it matter what I want? You would not help me to get it even if it didn't involve you. So I do not think that question works here." He continued to lightly tap his cane against his foot. "What you want has always been the more important question. How is your only living lover by the way? Not that he appears to be much of one."
"Why? You jealous Klaus?" She chuckled and looked back, shaking her head. "No, of course not. You always did have more confidence than was good for you." Moving around the kitchen, she pulled the goblets free, the blood warming poured into both. "I'm turning him soon. You already knew that, didn't you though?"
“You should know by now I know everything that you do. Even before you take the action.” He smirked, standing from the sofa to begin slowly wandering around her home. “You will turn him, confess even greater love than you had before.. then one of you will grow unhappy and then it will end in fire. The bridges forever burning but never truly being destroyed.” He let out a soft hum. “How familiar that sounds..”
"Mm, yes..." She puckered slightly with the sip,she took her thumb sweeping the tiny dagger hidden behind her smirk. Still, to this day, she remembered the pain, and feared it. "Perhaps he will just become dinner, and I can skip the whole production this time. " She handed him his goblet, clinking the side with her own. "Or maybe I should toast to a new enemy myself." Silver eyes glinted from the rim of the glass, laced with every dare ever spoken as she drank slowly.
"Unfortunately you can't seem to hate anyone more than you hate me. Though for someone who hates the gift I have given.. you do use it very often." He stated as he looked to the goblet and lifted it to his lips.
"Oh I don't hate the gift any longer Klaus, in fact, I really think it is starting to suit me. Its the giver I have a problem with." She smirked slightly, lifting her hand in an attempt to slap him. "Get out..."
Klaus allowed her to slap him, not really seeming bothered by it as he continued to finish off his drink. "You hated me so much for giving you the gift, yet now that you like it you still hate me. Hm.. that does make sense doesn't it." He offered her the empty goblet with a smile. "If I leave here there is another person on my list to visit tonight.. and if I do that.. you may hate me even more."
She jerked her head to look at him, her eyes narrowed slightly. "You will not touch him..." Lips curled back, her fangs glinting in the light. "You will be proud of your progeny Klaus. He has no idea..just like me...."
"It was a wedding gift. What kind of husband would I have been if I told you about the surprises you were to receive?" He paused as he thought, folding his arms over his chest. "That did however.. sound like a challenge.. and you do know just how much I love challenges."
She smirked and downed the rest of her glass, moving instantly to shatter it against the wall, just next to his head. "Yes, I know. Apparently, you took the words I hate you as such." She glared at him, backing away slowly. He was still stronger, they both knew it. "Tell me the game this time, so I can play it, and get rid of you. "
His smile never left his face even when the breeze left by the glass being thrown met his skin. "Game? What makes you think I want to play a game?" He asked with a perked brow. "Perhaps I only wanted to say hello before congratulating your new lover."
"Don't take him from me. Not yet Klaus.." oh how her tone changed when she saw how calm, how collected he was. She of all people knew what lie beneath. "I'm the one you are still after, after all this time. "
"Of course you are. You still hold my heart and one day that could be quite literal. But for now... I may invest my time in something new. Something that you want. After all, it is only fair that I take the love from you that you had taken from me after you ran off."
She blinked, standing up as she looked at him. "I ran? I woke up alone and changed beneath our tree. Tell me just what it was you expected me to do when all I knew of myself was the monster whispered about among the crowd?"
He chuckled. "You speak of your waking. But not the panic that you held after. When you realized just what you became, you ran.. if not from me then from yourself. And every time I found you.. you still ran. No matter my words, or my gifts. No matter the truth I speak. You run from me. So since you continue to run away... I will take your new plaything and make them run to me instead."
Silver eyes flashed as she roared, charging him in her anger. "He is mine. My demon to kill the one you created. You will not take him from me!"
Klaus instantly shot out his hand to grab her by the neck, making a soft tsk sound as he shook his head. "Come now. It is only fair I get to have a little fun now and then. And breaking your toy will be so much fun." He locked his stare in her eyes, if she didn't already think he was serious with the words he said his eyes would give it away. "I know where he is.. just like I always know where you are."
Her hands lifted, grasping and clawing his forearm, her eyes meeting his. "Please..." the plea what whispered, her grip loosening.
"Please? Please..." He snorts. "I've used that word too many times when I asked for your forgiveness.. when I asked you to stay and when I asked you to leave with me.. It did not work then.. so.. I suppose it will not work now." He hissed, releasing her from his grasp. "Can you beat me to your lover or will I have time to introduce myself before sinking my teeth into his flesh?"
She was already gone. As soon as he shoved her away she dispersed into the shadows, already slower as he knew far older ways to travel, searching for Traian before he could find him. She should have taken his blood...why didn't she take his blood?....Her mind raced as she moved, then her heart, when she sensed him, already panicking...
By the time Ari left the building Klaus was already long gone, using his speed and the shadows of the city to get from place to place within seconds. It didn't take long before he was standing right outside Traian's office door and tapping his cane against it.
He was just locking up for the night, headed out to see her. She had worked late again, well past dark, he was planning on asking her about it tonight.
The tapping interrupted his train of thought, briefcase in hand he opened the door. "Sorry buddy. Closed for the night. First tasting is at 11."
Klaus offered the man a small smile. "I know you're a closing and you must be getting home to the family but I traveled a long way to make you a very special limited time offer. It would take only perhaps.. five minutes to discuss."
He sighed, looking at his watch before looking back at him. "I'm picking up my girl in ten. Sorry pal. It’s been a rough week if you know what I mean." He winked and smirked, turning to pull the door closed just as she leaped from the shadows. "Klaus!...."
"Time is up I'm afraid." He lunged forward grasp Traian's throat before spinning around with him to stare at Ari, keeping the man's back pinned against his own form. "Now now my love... You not only owe me this but I beat you here. Besides.. he seems fun. Would probably enjoy his immortality far more than you do."
Hey struggled in his hold, lifting his free arm to send his elbow into his gut. He grunted, freezing in confusion as she just appeared from nowhere. "Please! I'll do anything...Traian, don't fight, I can explain..." "What the fuck is this shit! You have fangs Aricena. God dammit why didn't you tell me? " He moved, swinging the briefcase and aiming for the face of the man holding him. "I'm not dying easy mother fucker!"
Klaus took every hit the man delivered as he attempted to get free. But Klaus still held a firm grip no matter where the hit struck him. "The more you struggle the harder this will be for you.." He smirked, looking to Ari. "She did not tell you about her little secret? About her fangs and lust for blood? Shame.. how could she betray your trust in such a way.."
His hands lifted, grasping at the fingers crushing his throat, his eye lulling to Ari. "Help me..." "I-I can't.  He is ss-stronger.." Her head shook, her body trembling as she lept forward to knock Klaus down.
Klaus turned to the side and swung his arm out to swiftly knock Ari away. "I am stronger did you forget this? My only weakness was my heart and you shattered that long ago." He snarled, turning his attention to Traian. "Do not worry.. I will take better care of you then she would." With that, he sent his teeth into Traian's flesh to begin slowly draining him in front of Ari.
He arched, the deep groaning scream piercing the silence on the street, and he fought, thrashing about in his grasp, and reaching for Ari at the same time.
Bloodstained tears rolled down her cheeks, her hand lifted to cover her own screams as she backed away, watching the life drain from his eyes.
Once Klaus had drained Traian of nearly all his blood he released the man, letting him drop to the ground with a small smirk. "Whoops.." He looked to Ari. "You act so sad but are you really..? Would you have reacted the same to my death? Or would you wait and defile my grave?" He asked before looking to Traian. With a quick motion, he bit open his own wrist before lowering it to the man's mouth. "The least you can do now is give him a warm welcome to the family, hm..?"
Traian could do no more than lay there, choking at first on the blood running down his throat. Not long did it take for his arms to curl around Klaus', pulling him closer as Traian began to drink deeply, his eyes on Ari the entire time.
She backed against the wall, her eyes closed and she shook her head, turning it a way as she whispered breathlessly. "I will still hate you more, no matter what you make him do to me..."
"Yes I figured as much.. Surprisingly I don't seem to care that much at this moment. We'll just have to see how things go down the line." He said as he watched the man drink from his wrist before slowly pulling it away. "There now.. don't you feel so much better?"
Traian jerked, grunting as his body shifted from mortal to immortal, gasping as he rolled to all fours with the waves of undeath crashing into him and pulling him under.
Ari sobbed, moving to his side to comfort and help the best she could, only to be shoved away as he stood, staring her down. "You let him." Traian spoke flatly. "I reached for you, and you let him.." A deep growl rose in his chest, his eyes glowing with his change, and he grunted again as his fangs slowly emerged for the first time. Lifting a hand to wipe his mouth, he took a wobbly step towards her, a sadistic smile curling on his lips.
Klaus reached out to grip Traian's shoulder tightly. "If it aids you in your feeling of betrayal.. I would not have let a stranger turn you. It would have been a bit more romantic then that. But there was a time limit.. it was a game after all."
Traian froze, turning to face him as he jerked his shoulder away. He stepped up, nostrils flaring with his attempt to adapt to lungs that no longer needed air. He didn't say a word, backing away with one hand in his pocket, the other lifted in exasperation.
"I wanted to give you everything...."
He shook his head, pulling his hand free to run through his hair and he turned his gaze from Ari, to Klaus.
Klaus gave the man a smile. "Welcome to the family.  You will need to learn to feed on your own without being stupid so you and I will be spending the evening together while Ari.. reflects on what she has done."
"Traian...I-I couldn't stop him, he is too strong..." She reached for him, taking a step. Traian's face softened and he pulled her close, wrapping her in a gentle embrace. A hand slid up the length of her back, curling the nape of her neck, only to tighten, gripping hard as his lips found her ear, whispering dangerously. "Your weakness is now my strength. I'm going to spend eternity making you feel my pain..." A deep and dark growl escaped him and he shoved her away once again, hearing her sobs as she disappeared into the night.
He turned to face Klaus, nodding lightly, lifting a hand to wipe the single tear rolling down his cheek. "Never been more ready in my life."
"Right.. Good boy." Klaus looked to Ari, giving the woman a small nod. "Have a good evening my love.. I'll be around. I always am." He looked to Traian. "Tell her goodbye and we'll get you properly fed.." He said as he turned to begin walking away from the woman.
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Jan 25 Blurr’s Horror Stream - A Series of Unfortunate Events 2-3
Prowl’s really liking this show.
Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. Shockbox changed their nickname to Shockwave. Shockwave: *He is here.* Shockwave: *Early to the party, after not having attended the last one.* B l u r r: / drags self in. Today is a thermal wrap day. He has come directly from bed. To become a couch potato / Shockwave: *the mun sympathizes greatly.* Airachnid: [peeks in] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave's left the bunch at home today. They're picking up the shift he would've had to make up for him taking theirs Monday night.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Over to his couch he goes.* FakeProwl: *Hm. There's a Shockwave today. On the other hand, it looks like the couch is going to be atypically barren today, what with no deployers.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Except for Ravage, who did his shift Monday and can be here. But he's going over to Blurr.* B l u r r: / He's slowly become a blob of thermal / Airachnid: [going to take a seat in the corner] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage spies thermals. He leaps onto them and settles himself.* B l u r r: / There is a foot sticking out somewhere. He is a blurrito. / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave nods Prowl hello* Shockwave: (( a guy gets up to grab some water and popcorn, and the chat explodes.)) B l u r r: / oh my god. Makes a noise. A little mfff. / ... Hello, Ravage. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage rumbles a hello to Blurr and Airachnid both. Yes good.* FakeProwl: *nods back. supposes he'll sit with Soundwave today. One Shockwave is manageable. and this one's smaller.* Shockwave: *He's just chilling out on his usual spot.* Shockwave: *Nothing malicious here.* Airachnid: [waves at Ravage] B l u r r: / finds freedom for his claw. Pats Ravage a little / B l u r r: / tucks arm back in. Muffled noise / B l u r r: [[ i guess just lemme know when yall are ready. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ready whenever)) Shockwave: (( ditto)) Airachnid: same)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ah, good. A seatmate. He did so enjoy it last week.* Shockwave: @Soundwave: I am aware that this is a series, the beginning of which having been played last week. Shockwave: @Soundwave: Did I miss much? ItsyBitsySpyers: @Shockwave: [[A trio of human spawn's Creators perished in a fire. They were given to an unworthy guardian who is after their financial future.]] Shockwave: *He pings a thanks for the summary and gets settled.* Drift: *it's a Drift! heads over to— wait. where's blurr?* B l u r r: / in this pile / Drift: *... are those tarps blurr?? sits next to.* Hey. B l u r r: / there is a ravage here somewhere / B l u r r: / pokes claws out. Small wiggle. / B l u r r: [[ are yall ready? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ye)) Shockwave: ((aye)) Drift: ((ye)) Drift: *wiggles fingers back. ... can blurr see him?* Airachnid: ye)) Drift: *takes claw-tips and shakes them. hi.* B l u r r: / shake shake / Drift: ((are we finishing episode 1? ... also is that NPH singing)) B l u r r: [[ yes it is and... I can if you want ]] B l u r r: [[ i think netflix moved me ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage slooooooowly reaches out to try to mock-swipe at Drift's pointy helm bits.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Like https://i.makeagif.com/media/7-30-2015/WbHuq4.gif  * B l u r r: [[ do you uys wanna go back to the end of episode one? ]] Shockwave: *oh, the intro summarizes the plot anyways.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((can we? just the last couple of minutes?)) Drift: ((that'd be nice)) B l u r r: [[ there you go. ]] Drift: *immediately dodges the swipe. well then. tries to mock-swipe Ravage's pointy bits with a fingertip.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *LOOKS SO OFFENDED* Drift: ... Sorry. Thought it was a mutual thing. B l u r r: / reaches out to pat Ravage / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is. He's toying with you.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage allows this pat* Drift: Oh. Pff. Drift: *another fingertip-swipe for the deception.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *grab grab. sorry blurr. you are a good perch though* B l u r r: / mmfff/ ItsyBitsySpyers: [[This reminds him. He researched snails.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They are most known for being slow. ... He does not know what this had to do with what the Count said.]] Shockwave: (( i can't look at count olaf without thinking of starscream thanks to tumblr. )) B l u r r: / moves claws out to help keep Ravage stable on him / Don't fall. B l u r r: / Wiggles helm so the thermal falls down a little. He can see better / FakeProwl: ((good)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Grateful grunt* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They believed that?]] B l u r r: / vents and twitches claws. What happens if he tickles Ravage / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Try.* B l u r r: / wiggle claws a little. Tickle. / ItsyBitsySpyers: *ZOOM Ravage is gone in a split second* B l u r r: / ??? / Drift: *is blurr's head free* B l u r r: / yes / Drift: *good. pats blurr's head.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *It is. Ravage dislikes being tickled. He's hiding... somewhere. Some corner. For now.* B l u r r: / flicks finials ? / B l u r r: / looking around. Aw. Poor Ravage. / B l u r r: / slouches in his thermals. Rubs face/ He has no hair to even cut... Airachnid: The humans might be better off in the streets. At least they would be free to do whatever. Drift: maybe he cuts it a lot to keep it that short. B l u r r: Mm... maybe. B l u r r: ...... Oh. I get the joke. B l u r r: / flicks a gear out from the thermals and pulls legs up. Blurrito/ ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why the thermals?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *It is not cold in here. He would know.* B l u r r: / flicks finials / They're comfortable. B l u r r: And I came here directly from my room. B l u r r: [[ god i love nph ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Hm.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((marcia marcia marci--EW)) FakeProwl: *... can see where this is going.* B l u r r: And it is a little cold, honestly. Shockwave: (( is lemony snicket played by kronk's voice actor?)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i think so)) B l u r r: yeh ]] FakeProwl: ((thought so)) FakeProwl: *snorts* B l u r r: [[ gdi she plays Jessie. That's where I know her from ]] B l u r r: i knew her voice sounded familiar ]] FakeProwl: *is greatly enjoying the dialogue* FakeProwl: ... They're not being subtle, are they? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Not in the slightest.]] Airachnid: [she does not like the Count Olaf human] B l u r r: ... Wow. Humans really are stupid. /mumbles/ Airachnid: Indeed. FakeProwl: ... He knows who Lemony Snicket is. The narrator is a character? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He did say he'd been investigating.]] FakeProwl: I thought it was a... framing device. He's clearly more involved than he appeared at the start. Whirl: *pokes head in* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((It was a test, which you all... passed.)) Airachnid: [she sees a Whirl] Whirl: *bobs his head and slinks on up to his hammock* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[A wretched abuse of power.]] B l u r r: Eugh. I wouldn't marry anyone like that. Whirl: Marry him, and then murder him. Whirl: That way YOU get HIS assets, too. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[-What- assets.]] Airachnid: Yes. Marry and THEN murder. B l u r r: He doesn't have anything Airachnid: His body I'm sure has some use. Whirl: H's got that house. Drift: The honor of burning down his house. B l u r r: That house is nice, thouh... Drift: That's an asset. B l u r r: *though ItsyBitsySpyers: =Could do any time.= ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage finally makes himself visible again, hopping onto the opposite side of the sofa.* Whirl: Marry him, murder him, then use part of the outrageous fortune to renovate his estate. Whirl: Live like kings i the place he used to call his own. THAT is fantastic revenge B l u r r: / waves claw at Ravage slowly / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Eyes the claw* B l u r r: / twitches digits/ FakeProwl: *really enjoying the dialogue. it's so straightforward.* ItsyBitsySpyers: =Poison food. Escape.= FakeProwl: *is going to keep enjoying the dialogue, he's sure.* Airachnid: If younger humans could inherit the money, that could work. Whirl: *tilts head, interested* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave glances to Prowl.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): What action recommended for Violet human? Airachnid: It looks hideous on him. Get rid of it. B l u r r: Get rid of all of it, honestly. /tugs thermals back up a little / FakeProwl: ... This is a good start. Whirl: Nice. Airachnid: Clever human. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Perk. Clever.* FakeProwl: Also, they appear to be unmonitored at night. She could run to the judge and clearly explain Count Olaf's exact plan. Shockwave: *Respects her ingenuity.* Whirl: She's good with machines. FakeProwl: They didn't adequately explain what happened before they left. She would have difficulty brushing off a thorough explanation. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Supposes that's possible. Nods.* FakeProwl: Especially if they could supply legal documentation. B l u r r: Marriageis so complicated... FakeProwl: ... And waking her up in the middle of the--pffff. *sorry. henchperson-in-law.* FakeProwl: Waking her up in the middle of the night would properly convey the severity of the situation, I think. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Rip hand off.= Airachnid: Why stop at the hand? Whirl: ((PFF)) B l u r r: All of that looks like junk food, honestly. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They will need him alive to prove their claim.]] Whirl: These monologues are pretty all right. FakeProwl: All they'll need is the script and the proper legal documentation. Whirl: Is this based on a book? *looks to Blurr* B l u r r: / lowers thermal/ Hm? FakeProwl: ... And I'm not advocating murder, but if he's not alive, they'll have no claim they need to prove. Drift: I think they're pacifists. They're not even thinking about ways to kill him. B l u r r: Ah. Yes. It's based on a book series. Airachnid: They should. Drift: Oh, nevermind. They're making bombs. Whirl: *SNICKERS* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Prowl may not be advocating murder but Soundwave is amused anyway* Whirl: Prowl, that's precious. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((for a second i was like "prowl stop breaking the 4th wall they can't take the episode script")) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((and then i realized you meant the play. pffft)) FakeProwl: ((Prowl: "punch through the walls of reality and steal the script from god")) Whirl: And--you can kinda tell, Blurr. B l u r r: Mm? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Tell her. -Tell her-.]] Whirl: That this was a book. There's something... *waves a claw* About the monologues. B l u r r: Ah. Yes. Whirl: *for the record, whirl was amused that prowl would claim not to advocate murder. We all know u would Prowl* B l u r r: I don't have the books. Didn't get a chance to really look on Earth. B l u r r: I'm sure I could find them. FakeProwl: *he prefers arresting criminals.* Whirl: If you wanna read 'em, sure! I'm good though. Whirl: *SNICKERS... this time at the show* B l u r r: I'm sure I could just download them. FakeProwl: *murdering is a last resort scenario. you've just got to take a lot of last resorts in a war.* Whirl: That baby... is awesome. Whirl: Also--this is totally a play Starscream would write for himself. Airachnid: Very true. B l u r r: Incorrect. Starscream would marry himself. B l u r r: No one in their right mind would agree to that Whirl: And now, he can. Drift: Not /willingly./ B l u r r: Mmm... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Stab the count with the pen.* FakeProwl: ... They explain all the idioms and phrases in this show. I wonder why they didn't explain the snail. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He can't talk if his throat is destroyed* Airachnid: Strangle him with the flower crown. B l u r r: /reaches out to pat Ravage / Whirl: *snickers* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage tentatively stretches his helm out* B l u r r: /pet pets helm / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He researched the snail. He believes it was an example of the Count human misusing words again.]] Shockwave: *You would have thought that the law would have made some sort of fail-safe for incestuous pedophilia.* Airachnid: It was child's play, and that's pathetic. Whirl: That baby is my FAVORITE. FakeProwl: ... They can probably take this to court. It may be legally binding but there are quite a few... *hold on a second, what are they up to* Whirl: I'm sure there'd be some kind of clause preventing this sort of arrangement from being completed under durress. Whirl: And they have solid evidence--hundreds of witnessess--that it WAS done under duress. FakeProwl: ... They're taking it to court right now. Excellent. Airachnid: Finally. Someone intelligent. FakeProwl: Yes, that was what I was going to say, it was coerced. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Disappointed. He wanted to hear the whole thing.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Amused by all the figuratively/literally business* B l u r r: [[ do you guys need a small break? ]] FakeProwl: ((it would be nice ye)) Whirl: ((I'm ducking out for now)) FakeProwl: ((byye)) Airachnid: bye!)) Shockwave: (( i'm probably not going to stick around for another episode either. )) Whirl: ((have a good night u guys)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((bye to those leaving)) Shockwave: (( you too. )) Whirl: *streetches and flops out of his hammock* Thanks for the movie--er, show? Teach. B l u r r: [[ k small beak then ]] Whirl: Gonna turn in early. *taps his helm* Headache. B l u r r: / wiggles claws from thermal / Shockwave: *He sighs deeply.* B l u r r: See you next time. /flickers optic/ Feel better. Shockwave: I'm afraid that was all the time my schedule will allow. I shall depart. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Farewell.]] B l u r r: / waves claw / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He will return in a moment.]] Whirl: I'm fine, it's just the same old same old. Whirl: *trots out into the hallway and is gone* Shockwave: *nodding* Another time. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave stands and heads into the hall for a snack* Whirl: ((this is a good show but i cannot watch these eps right now, GIGHT)) Shockwave: *now the room is completely devoid of cyclopian cybertronians* Shockwave: (( yeah, g'night. )) B l u r r: / flicks another gear and shifts a leg out. / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage immediately sprawls across the leg* ItsyBitsySpyers: *This is his spot now. Cross front paws.* B l u r r: / his leg has been compromised / B l u r r: / pat Ravage / Airachnid: [she kinda wants to get into Whirl's hammock] B l u r r: / do it / B l u r r: [[ brb ]] Airachnid: [she's gonna do it and get on the hammock and lay down] Airachnid: [much better] B l u r r: [[ kay back. ]] B l u r r: [[ leme know when yall are ready ]] Airachnid: I'm ready)) B l u r r: [[ i shall wait for the others ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((okay i stretched my legy i'm good)) B l u r r: [[ legy stretch is good ] B l u r r: / mumbling. Lifts rust stick. Makes a face. Holds it out for Ravage / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave trudges back in and takes his seat next to Prowl. With a sated tank and so few mechs around, he's also content to try getting comfortable up against his couch companion* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage cracks an optic and tracks the rust stick. He's not fetching that, if that's what you think* Drift: ((sorry, i got sidetracked by hilarity on duolingo) B l u r r: / it's for eating! / Drift: ((gimme another minute please)) B l u r r: [[ mhm ]] B l u r r: / he's offering ravage a snack / Drift: ((for reference http://ckret2.tumblr.com/post/156385732097 this. this is what distracted me.)) B l u r r: / He's not eating them, obviously / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage grabs the hand with both front paws and pulls the rust stick close that way. Nom nom* B l u r r: / vent. Letting Ravage chew / Airachnid: [still laying in the hammock. She kinda wants to get food, but she kinda doesn't want to get up] B l u r r: / use ur spider webs / Airachnid: [true..] Airachnid: [gonna look around for food to snatch] B l u r r: / the snack table isn't as supplied, but it has some / Airachnid: [is just gonna snatch some of those snacks] Airachnid: something about hammocks turns her into a lazy cat)) B l u r r: heee ]] Drift: ((ok im ready thank you)) Drift: ((i have learned me some spanish for the day)) B l u r r: [[ lol ]] Drift: ((and i am never going to forget what el jefe means)) B l u r r: [[ haha ]] B l u r r: [[ golden . ]] FakeProwl: ((SNEKS)) B l u r r: /pats Ravage and pulls his thermal down a little bit more to settle / FakeProwl: ((snek snek snek)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage licks his chops and stares at Blurr.* ItsyBitsySpyers: =Your servo reeks. Tyran spark smell.= ItsyBitsySpyers: *Settles back in place* B l u r r: ... /flickers optic/ Does it? Drift: ... Do sparks smell? B l u r r: / frowns and smells his thermals and his claw/ ItsyBitsySpyers: =Yes.= B l u r r: I don't smell anything. Drift: ............ *leans over and sniffs* Airachnid: I would imagine they give of some scent. ItsyBitsySpyers: =-I- smell them.= Airachnid: [is not going to smell Blurr's hand servos] B l u r r: It just smells like... /makes a face/ Well, I guess it does smell a little like the weapon residue... B l u r r: / smelling thermals. Shoves faceplate in them/ Drift: That's all I smell. B l u r r: / keeps face there / Drift: *that, and the ever-present stench of Death* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It's so... green.]] Airachnid: It's much better than the other place. FakeProwl: Physically. B l u r r: / peeks up from the thermal. Has a very odd expression/ Mmm... ItsyBitsySpyers: =Weak biped noses.= Haughty chin lift. B l u r r: I don't smell anything... out of... the ordinary. FakeProwl: ... I like him so far. FakeProwl: He's going to die. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Agreed.]] Airachnid: I need a clock like that. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[On both counts.]] Airachnid: I was going to make the very same guess. B l u r r: /settles in the thermals and sinks next to Drift / B l u r r: / burying himself / B l u r r: / there is one red optic glowing in his self made tent / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Why were they locked in the instrument?]] FakeProwl: Perhaps they liked escape rooms. FakeProwl: Or predicament bondage. FakeProwl: *scientific collection? sits forward* ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Is vaguely curious why Prowl would pick those, but will keep that to himself for now* FakeProwl: *because they were the first options he could think of* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[A tiny Predacon?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He likes this human.]] Airachnid: He is interesting. FakeProwl: *nods* FakeProwl: Too bad about the imminent death. B l u r r: ... I like that room. /flicks finials. muffled speaking / FakeProwl: ... A fire-proof canoe. FakeProwl: Hmm. B l u r r: ... Ah. /tugs thermal from his helm/ What a nice knife... ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Are there many fires on bodies of water?]] Drift: Kick him down the stairs! ItsyBitsySpyers: @Blurr: [[Do you mind. This is hardly the time for noisy laughter.]] B l u r r: / flicks finials/ Hn? FakeProwl: Not typically, no. Water tends to be rather fireproof. B l u r r: @Soundwave: :: I'm not laughing. Yet. :: Airachnid: [cackles] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Blurr: [[You were. He heard your thoughts.]] B l u r r: @Soundwave: :: ... Ah. That's not... me. :: FakeProwl: Plus, he says that a fireproof canoe is among the objects he likes to keep around. So he expects to have to deal with fire on water. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave eyes the screen* FakeProwl: ... In the first episode, Lemony mentioned a volunteer fire department. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He will not have to deal with it for much longer.]] Airachnid: Humans really are dim. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The department will be one short soon.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Blurr: [[Are you feeling well...?]] B l u r r: @Soundwave: :: I am... not. :: B l u r r: @Soundwave: :: But, it's just lack of recharge. :: ItsyBitsySpyers: *Suspicious, but will let that stand* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Blurr: [[If you insist.]] B l u r r: @Soundwave: :: I'm afraid Velocity is loud... do you hear him? :: ItsyBitsySpyers: @Blurr: [[Evidently.]] FakeProwl: And that eye motif is also present on the telescopes the two... agents? Agents had in the last episode. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Perhaps the judge will tell us who they are. She did have a book of organizations.]] FakeProwl: Indeed. B l u r r: @Soundwave: :: He says he doesn't like you... :: B l u r r: / groans and scrubs face. / FakeProwl: ((that fvcking eye contact)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soft huff of laughter* B l u r r: [[ yES ]] B l u r r: [[ me lmfao ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Blurr: [[What Velocity thinks is of little importance to him. -Your- health concerns him.]] B l u r r: /drags claws down face/ ItsyBitsySpyers: =Laserbeak.= B l u r r: @soundwave: :: He's just being obnoxious today and I haven't been sleeping well. :: ItsyBitsySpyers: @Blurr: [[...Perhaps you should rest after this.]] B l u r r: @Soundwave: :: No... no that won't work. I have things to do. :: ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Mouth sores...?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Blurr: [[Such as?]] B l u r r: @Soundwave: :: That stupid key... the treasure was gone. We have to find the mech who took it. I refuse to lose it. :: ItsyBitsySpyers: *Zombies? In the snow? This is like Soundwave's worst nightmare.* Airachnid: [likewise] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave is certain he's never seen a device like this before* FakeProwl: Theory: Olaf is a traitor of the same organization that uses that eye motif. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Blurr: [[He sees. Then he wishes you success.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[A reasonable assumption.]] B l u r r: @Soundwave: :: Think I could borrow Frenzy? :: ItsyBitsySpyers: @Blurr: [[...You understand the responsibility this would lay on your shoulders.]] B l u r r: @Soundwave: :: You'll get him back. In one piece. Unharmed and with many treasures. :: ItsyBitsySpyers: @Blurr: [[Very well. He will call Frenzy when the night is over.]] B l u r r: @Soundwave: :: ... thanks. :: B l u r r: /hisses steam from pauldrons / ItsyBitsySpyers: ((is that. what's his name. from arrested development and the news anchor guy in the tmnt bay films?)) B l u r r: [[ iiiii have no idea ]] B l u r r: [[ i think it is the guy from arrested development ]] FakeProwl: ... Why would somebody put a tunnel...? Airachnid: I don't think you should think about it very much. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ugh. Sno--the villagers in Citizen Kane are never eaten.]] FakeProwl: ... So close. And yet... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave extrudes a feeler and looks at it in amusement* ItsyBitsySpyers: [][][]Slithering beauty.[][][] Airachnid: [chuckkling] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[But he has never been to Peru.]]  *Withdraws it* B l u r r: [[ mmmm do you guys wanna do one more? ]] B l u r r: [[ sorry, had to run off the comp for a second ]] B l u r r: [[ Gram is sick . e.e ]] Drift: ((i've gotta head to bed about now)) Airachnid: yeah same)) B l u r r: [[ mkay we save for later. ]] B l u r r: Hnh... / vents heavily/ Airachnid: [reluctantly, gets out of the hammock] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave pings Frenzy a request to gather what he needs for self-protection and come to the ship.* B l u r r: I should get to... work. /throws another gear from under the thermal / B l u r r: ... Or maybe just go back to bed. Airachnid: Well, I have work to do unfortunately. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Stop that.= B l u r r: / grumbles at Ravage / B l u r r: / B( / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage gets up to swat the gear back to Blurr* B l u r r: / kicks it away/ It's not the right kind of gear. It didn't fit. / 8/ / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Swats it back harder* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Then give it to the medic.]] Airachnid: [watches the two for a moment] Anyway, I'll get going. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Farewell, Airachnid.]] Airachnid: Until next time. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage slinks over to Soundwave's couch to blink Prowl a hello/goodbye before docking on Soundwave's middle as he sits up* Airachnid: [sneaks off] B l u r r: / grumbles and scoops himself into one big heap  of thermals/ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HEARD I GOT INVITED TO A STAYOVER?\\ Frenzy pokes his helm around the door and grins. B l u r r: // wiggles claws at / Mhm. FakeProwl: *nods to ravage* B l u r r: Oh... /nudges Drift with a pede/ Drift: *.... looks at gear* Drift: *looks at blurr* Drift: ... unwrap a minute, would you. B l u r r: / u can't see me  i am a blanket / B l u r r: ... I'm cold. Drift: Blurr. B l u r r: / IM A GHOST / B l u r r: Drift. Drift: What are you doing to yourself under there. B l u r r: /reaches out a claw to poke his helm / Nothing. Drift: ... Blurrrr. Show me. :T Drift: *drift will wrestle you out, don't test him* B l u r r: It's nothing... really. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HE PICKIN' AT HISSELF AGAIN?\\ B l u r r: / oh my god / B l u r r: / Wrestling / Drift: You tossed a gear out, that's not nothing. B l u r r: How do you know I'm not saving parts of a bot to eat under here like hiding lunch? Drift: C'mon. Show me. *starts searching for the edge of the tarp.* B l u r r: / yikes. swats at / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy skates over to Drift and waits to see what happens* Drift: *swats back. keeps searching.* B l u r r: Okay, FINE! B l u r r: / grumbles and tugs tarp and thermal down a bit/ B l u r r: See? /motions to self. He's got a lot of dents and open seams/ See? It's all from a raid. /spins around / B l u r r: We attacked a cargo ship. Drift: Primus. You're a mess. Why aren't you getting fixed? Drift: And why are you pulling things out of yourself again? B l u r r: ... /shrugs/ It's not important right now. Drift: It's very important! Look at you! B l u r r: That stupid mech has my treasure and I intend to get it back! B l u r r: / looks at Frenzy/And you're helping me! B l u r r: Imagine my surprise when I get there. And there's. NO. TREASURE! /kicks his table over / ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YEAH I'MMA HELP YA. I'MMA HELP YA RIGHT INTO A *FRAGGIN MEDIBAY*\\ B l u r r: ... ew. B l u r r: Don't be ridiculous. I've had worse. Drift: Why didn't you get fixed after that?! ItsyBitsySpyers: \\...Y'KNOW WHAT I MEANT.\\ B l u r r: / pulling at a wire / I don't know. Didn't feel like it. B l u r r: I just... came home and went to bed, honestly. B l u r r: I've got bigger problems B l u r r: /reaches out to poke Drift/ :: but yours are gone. That's great news, right? :: Drift: *pokes blurr back* Get fixed. Your bigger problems can wait until after you're in one piece B l u r r: ... He really can't. B l u r r: He keeps coming over. /scrubs faceplate / Drift: @Blurr «Are they? Already? Thank you, Blurr.» B l u r r: @Drift: :: Mhm... Sure. :: B l u r r: @ Drift: :: Anytime. :: Drift: *pulls blurr into a tight hug.* ... Tell him to wait outside the damn medibay until you're patched up. B l u r r: / vents and settles. Wiggles claws at Frenzy. He's not going to no medbay / B l u r r: I don't think he wants to wait. /mumbles/ I have a problem. Drift: Well, too bad for him. ItsyBitsySpyers: *That's what you think.* B l u r r: / he's not gonna! / B l u r r: ... /looks at Drift. Makes a face. Twitches finial and looks behind him. Vents. / ... Nevermind. It's nothing. B l u r r: Really, I'm fine. Drift: *oh, NOW Drift's worried.* ... What? B l u r r: ... I said I'm fine. B l u r r: / pats his shoulder and smirks/ We're okay. Drift: *face wavers between worried and annoyed* ... Dammit, Blurr. B l u r r: ... what? Drift: YOU tell me what. Drift: *aggravated sigh* I've gotta get back to the ship. I can't... But I'll comm you, okay? Tomorrow. Drift: And I'm not getting off the line until you tell me what's wrong. B l u r r: Nothing's wrong. B l u r r: / points at/ I am fine. I'm just.. I have a lot on my mind. And they don't like it. Drift: *points back at* Then when I comm, tell me what's on your mind. B l u r r: / vents and just tugs his tarp up / Don't be mad at me. B l u r r: / pokes said pointing digit/ Drift: ... That bad? B l u r r: No... it's not bad. B l u r r: It's... it's actually a good thing. I think. B l u r r: /tilts helm and shrugs/ I don't know what it is. But, it's not a big deal. Mediocre. I need to focus on finding Thundertron. Drift: ... *small nod* I'll try not to be mad. B l u r r: / leans over and hugs onto. Tight tight / B l u r r: / one of them bestie hugs that lingers and is super tight / Drift: *hugs tight tight back* Drift: ... Is Thundertron the guy that stole your treasure? B l u r r: / nudges helm and pokes his cheek/ Yes. Drift: Get fixed before you go after him again. B l u r r: The stupid mech made a copy of the key. B l u r r: Mm... Yes, I suppose that would make sense. B l u r r: / looks at self/ I need to look  perfectly monstous when I kill him. B l u r r: / looks at Frenzy/ And you... you will be with me. B l u r r: And I will keep you safe. /nods/ B l u r r: Anyway... /tugs thermals up/ I'm going back to bed. I left my pillow there. B l u r r: / his pillow is not a pillow / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy's gonna find and call the medic down as soon as he has roaming privilege* ItsyBitsySpyers: *If Blurr doesn't go himself* B l u r r: / waves at frenzy. Follow follow / Drift: ... Why don't you just go slee in the medibay? You can get fixed while you're asleep. B l u r r: ... Because my pillow isn't in the medbay. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Follow follows* Drift: So get your pillow and go to the medibay with it. B l u r r: ... well, I guess. If it agrees. B l u r r: / wiggles claws/ Bye, Drift. Drift: ... Your pillow's still alive? B l u r r: / motions to Frenzy./ I'll show you where you can sleep. B l u r r: ... Well, yes. I didn't kill it. B l u r r: He's comfortable and disgustingly so. /vents and makes a hood from his thermal / Drift: ... Oh. Huh. Drift: ... Is it JT? *because if it's JT, he can NOT cross paths with Rumble* B l u r r: ... / oh god don't do that. Makes a slight noise / B l u r r: No. No, that's uh... that's a negative, ghost rider. B l u r r: / finger guns at. ayyye / Drift: *well, no problem then* All right. Drift: *... ghost rider??* B l u r r: Nope. But, he's comfortable, so I'm tempted to go curl back up. B l u r r: I SUPPOSE I can see Axis first. Drift: Take him to the medibay with you. Drift: Or—tell the medibay to send a doctor to your room. Whichever. B l u r r: ... That second one sounds better. /continues walking/ I'll see you next time. Drift: Yeah. Next time. Drift: And I'm still comming you tomorroe! Drift: *w B l u r r: ... /waves claaaaaaaw / B l u r r: If you want to! Drift: I do!! Drift: *all right. he'd better head home.*
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