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[CN] MLQC Lucien's Through Thousands of Mirrors event translation (Day 1 -Thursday)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT ⚠️

This post contains a HEAVY SPOILER for the event that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Through Thousands of Mirrors Event | Day 1 (You're here!) | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | HS/Uni SSR Story: Monochrome Scenery

[Tidbits: I don't wanna break the flow so I'll put some information here first 😂. Dr. Lawson is Lucien's post-grad professor. Before, he also appears in UR MQ Distant Similarity. During his post-grad he has three seniors Colt, Elliot, and Caroline.]

[Math]

Seeing the particularly puzzled expression on the classmate next to him, Lucien starts to consider whether he should offer some assistance within his capabilities.

For instance, he thinks about telling the classmate that the topic currently being discussed on the blackboard is not from the same chapter as the one in the textbook he's currently reading.

[MATH/BIOCHEMISTRY]

After the vending machine devours Lucien's one dollar and twenty-five cents for the third time, and with only three minutes left to get to his next class, he begins to seriously contemplate whether he should try some mysterious repair method��like giving it a good smack or a swift kick.

[BIOCHEMISTRY]

Lucien coincidentally runs into Colt by the sports field, just as Colt is about to attend a cricket practice session.

Upon realizing that his senior from the lab is not only managing coursework and a significant project workload but also juggling a 20-hour weekly part-time job and daily school cricket team training, Lucien begins to contemplate whether there is any room for further optimization in his own schedule.

[PREVIEW/COMPUTER SCIENCE]

During the brief half-hour period, Lucien typically uses the time to prepare for the upcoming class or visit the library to research and gather information.

In any case, that time should not be spent on arguing and explaining to people, like the enthusiastic campus volunteer in front of him.

"No, thank you. I'm not a high school student attending a summer camp. This is my student ID, and I'm indeed a student here, a graduate student. Yes, I'm not lost, and I need to get to my class. Can you please let me go?"

[COMPUTER SCIENCE]

Lucien presses the enter key, intending to ask the teacher if he can leave early once his coursework is done. However, the error message on the screen deters him from that thought. So, he sits back down and begins to examine it again.

But that's okay, he does understand the commonality between computer science and experimental research: it's often hard to know right away if the thing at hand will work, why it's not working, or even why it's even working.

[LAB]

Come on, come on, come on. After moving this box, there's another.

And after moving that box, there are three more to go.

The prospects for the future and the shine in one's eyes are often taken away by the God of research in such necessary yet mechanical repetitive work.

[LAB]

Lucien goes out to get some water and returns to find a school burger on his desk.

Colt, with dark circles under his eyes, waves at Lucien and saying, "No need to thank me, newcomer. Have some food, we might be staying here today."

Lucien quietly eats the burger, hesitant to tell Colt that he has spent more time in the laboratory than in the dorm.

[LAB]

When Dr. Lawson enters the laboratory, what he sees is a scene where his graduate and doctoral students are sleeping and sprawled all over the place.

On the laboratory whiteboard, several words were written in large letters: "Publish immediately! Guaranteed to be published in Nature!!"

Dr. Lawson retrieves small blankets from the cabinet, covering each of these research madmen.

He proceeds to organize the data and take over the finishing work on the project. Of course, when it comes to authorship in the paper, not a single one of these kids' names can be left out.

#OK BUT this whole event and story kinda explain why he has a some attachment to Dr. Lawson 🥺#mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mlqc cn #mlqc spoiler #mlqc #mlqc translation #mr. love queen's choice #mr love lucien #mlqc xu mo #mlqc spoilers

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nade2308writes · 9 months ago

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If you only knew I'd sacrifice my beating heart before I lose you

Taking the liberty of writing stories for on of the newest pair of OCs that @thethistlegirlwrites created. I enjoy being inspired by other people's writing.

Summary: Nico gets interrogated by the equivalent of the IAB in Chimera.

@febuwhump

They had been stuck there for hours, reviewing his past, how he was turned, how he lived after the turning and the things he did. Domenico Pontevecchio never thought his unlife in LA would turn this bad when he woke up on Thursday. He never thought Damien would follow him here, and then try to turn his unlife upside down.

Again.

As if he didn't escape New York City to find some peace.

He should have known. It never worked out for the good guys. Or those who thought they were good. Nico hoped he was one of those. On his bad days he knew he didn't deserve to be still walking on earth. But today was one of the exceptionally bad days, yet he did not feel like that. He felt like he had to prove himself, that he was good. And his self deprecation and depressive thoughts had to wait.

He was rapidly losing his patience, the longer the woman they sent, spent on spinning him in circles. She was trying to prove a point, and Nico was tired of being the punchline of it.

"For the last time, he came at me with a silver gun in one hand and a stake in the other. Once he let go of my son, that is. What else do you want me to say? It was self defense."

"And what happened next?"

Nico flashed back to that moment on the roof. The fear in his kid's eyes, he wasn't sure if it was for him or the vamp that had his arm around his kid's throat, or for his father, Nico himself. Shay and Sierra were there too, following close behind him when they got the tip that the vamp who held Nico's kid hostage was seen in the area. Joey was with him when they got the news and she told him that she would do recon when they arrived at the scene.

She was good at blending in between the shadows, and Nico learned that she would do anything, at any cost, to help people in need. Especially those she cared about. What Nico did to deserve that care directed his way, he couldn't quite tell just yet.

Then it all happened like in the movies: they found his kid and the vamp who had him, they chased him, cornered him, and that prompted the vamp to climb the stairs of the old building they cornered him at. Human Nico would have cursed at the lack of an elevator in the building, because twenty flights of stairs would have been stretching his strength, even for his size and physicality, but as a vamp, strength and speed did not matter.

Nico must have gotten lost in thought, because his interrogator looked like she called his name several times before she realized Nico was not there with his head.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?"

The woman's face changed when she brought her chair closer to him and sat down.

"I was asking you what happened next and then you disappeared on me. Do you wish to take a break before we continue?"

Nico shook his head.

"No, I want to get done with this as soon as possible."

He did not want to be confined in the interrogation room longer than he was supposed to. And he didn't want the woman in front of him to know the darkest thoughts he had at that moment. The fear he experienced when he saw his son hanging off the roof for a split second before the vamp released him and Shay and Sierra got him to safety before they returned. By then it was too late, Nico pushed the vampire off the roof, after accidentally shooting him with his own gun. He survived, but the incident was documented and reported by someone who thought Nico did it on purpose. For revenge.

Given the stains on his record from the past, Nico was grateful they did not kick him out of the mentoring program outright.

"So, let's summarize, Mr. Pontevecchio. The vampire whom you pushed off the roof of the building, by accident, according to your claims, kidnapped your son from his dorm room on Friday. You got a distress call from your son's cell phone, something you two set up if he was ever in trouble. That was before or after you turned?"

"Before."

"Okay. And after that you told Maira Lawson about what happened, right?"

"No, I told my mentee first."

"Josefina Quintero?"

"That's right."

"Why is that?"

"We were on a job together when the call came and she probably saw how distressed I was, and asked what was wrong. Believe me, I didn't know where my head was at that moment. That man is very dangerous, and the longer he had my boy..."

Nico did not finish that sentence, remembering the sight of his partner's dead body and the sight of the blood pooling around his middle where Damien stabbed him. He delighted in watching Nico as he lay there, weak and vulnerable, unable to help his partner.

"Why do you think he took Riccardo from his dorm room?"

"To get my attention. He used to taunt me, back in NYC, before my turning, and after, until I got here. I visited Emma Cole's seminars to block out the connection with my sire. So far it's been effective. I guess he wanted to have me under his control again."

"The logical thing would be to get your son, right?"

"Yeah. And he guessed right. My son is my weak point. Ricky is one of the things I kept from my old life. I just never thought Damien would go so far to grab my boy."

"And when you faced him on that roof, what was your thought process?"

"My only priority was to have Ricky back with me. Ask the people that were with me, they will tell you."

"One human and two vampires, Mr. Pontevecchio. Don't forget that."

"You shouldn't forget that we might not be alive anymore, but that does not make us less human. Some of us have more humanity than you all put together."

Nico knew he shouldn't have snapped at the woman, but his nerves were frayed from all this questioning. What was even the point of all this?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Pontevecchio, I shouldn't have said that."

Nico sighed.

"What is the point of all of this, Mrs-"

"Van der Sar. And yes, before you ask, the famous soccer player is a distant relative."

"I wasn't going to ask, but I'm glad we cleared that out."

She put herself together and looked at the papers again. Nico tried to read her, but that was impossible to do. Mrs. Van der Sar was an enigma to him.

"The Agency wanted to make sure that everything was regular during the incident, because if it wasn't, they would have shut your program down, and that would put a dark spot in our record."

Nico knew exactly what she meant by that. Maira was a good director of the Agency, but there was always someone above her that wanted to keep things under control. So they sent the big guns. Sort of the equivalent of the IAB for federal agencies.

"Just tell me what happened, Nico. Confess if you have to. But don't try to get out of this mess by playing the grievous parent."

That enraged Nico. First, she used the name he allowed only the people close to him were allowed to use. Second, she made it sound like Nico wanted to do what he did.

It's not like I killed Damien.

"The only truth is that Damien had a gun with silver bullets in one hand and a stake in the other. He didn't specify that, but when he fired one of the bullets to incapacitate Shane Barrett, I figured it out. Ask him, I'm sure he'll have some choice words about that." Nico kept eye contact the whole time and noticed that the woman interrogating him was sweating and uncomfortable. Good.

"He was taunting me, as always, dangling my son in front of me like a carrot, expecting me to follow and I did. He was ready to throw my boy from the roof. I couldn't let that happen. That's when he changed his mind and let Ricky go. Barrett and Stoker took him with them and got him to safety."

"And then you pushed him."

"Then, he stared at me like he was amused. Ended up throwing the stake on the rooftop, but he still had his gun trained on me. I couldn't afford to let him shoot me and escape, so I tried to come up with something until Stoker and Barrett returned. But once again he was unpredictable. He tucked his gun in his pants and came at me. I gave as good as I got in that fight. It was either him or me. And he has done enough damage for me to let him waste me, for good this time.

"It was not out of revenge that I pushed him, Mrs. Van der Sar. It just happened. He had me pinned, and I was trying to get free, but before I could do anything he had the gun out and pistol whipped me. I was dazed and confused, but I could see him aim that gun at me while his hand grasped the stake. He was going to kill me. So I flipped us, he lost momentum, we grappled for the gun and I barely even touched it when it went off. It must have turned towards him when we switched places. Next thing I know is Damien trying to pull me close to him, he still had the stake, and when I pushed on his shoulders to get him away from me, he slipped and fell. I swear I never noticed we were on the edge."

Just then the door to the interrogation room opened and in entered a very pissed off Maira, with Joey, Sierra, and Shay in tow. He could see some other members of both teams lurking in the hall behind them, and Nico had to do everything in his power not to smile and enrage the interrogator even more. He thought he saw Pete Jemison standing next to Kira Burke.

Good, there is backup in case things go belly up.

"What is the meaning of this?" Maira's voice boomed in the small and tight space that Nico was sure that it was supposed to be out of commission for how uncomfortable it was.

"The Headmaster sent me-"

"Then he should have notified me, before you cornered MY people!"

Nico suddenly sat up straighter in his chair and looked at Maira, then at Joey and the others. They looked like they were spoiling for a fight, especially Sierra and that made him wonder what happened. He knew that she was a Stoker and getting in trouble was the trademark of those with that name.

"What are you talking about?" Nico found himself asking Maira.

"I am talking about the Headmaster sending this woman to question MY team, and the young vampire you are mentoring."

"He did what?!" Nico pushed off his chair and watched Mrs. Van der Sar trying to put herself together. She couldn't hide her flinch, though. She was afraid of him. Now that there were more people in the room, she didn't look like she had things under control.

Nico knew women could be vicious when they wanted to, so he kept an eye on her.

"She wanted to get some dirt on you, pun not intended, to bury you, again, not intended, so the Headmaster could terminate the mentoring program. I guess those who say they want to see progress made aren't satisfied when the progress is actually happening."

Maira was spitting mad. Whatever happened, it was probably ugly.

"You have no right to come here and interrupt my investigation. You and your team can-"

"I'd be careful with what I say next, if I was you." This time it was Joey who spoke and Nico was proud of her and where she started versus where she was right then.

"Or what, you are going to say something back?"

"I can make sure you get new teeth if you prefer it to go that way."

The woman shut her mouth and looked at Joey like she wanted to slap her. Nico allowed himself to smile for a moment.

"The Headmaster will hear about this. This is outrageous."

"He already heard about this from all of us," Shay spoke next and she did not expect that, flinching again. Shay had a good five inches over Nico and he looked more menacing. "I'm pretty sure that a lot of people involved in this charade already know about this mess. We are not here to go down for an imaginary reason because your boss wants Nico out of the way."

Nico felt warmth spreading through him, despite the lack of warmth in the room he was in.

"I haven't finished with Mr. Pontevecchio. Yet!" The woman acted as if she was still the one in charge.

"You have. As of this moment, you are not to speak with him, or anyone else about this. I suggest you go and exorcise whatever demon you have, in a way that won't involve my people in the process. Mr. Pontevecchio acted in self defense when he pushed the vampire, an evil, rotten scum of the earth. There are several witnesses of this, including footage from a TV station helicopter. Ms. Quintero's sight is enhanced so much that she would have been able to tell what color the vampire's eyes were. She gave a sworn statement. Ms. Stoker and Mr. Barrett saw enough to back that story up. You are cornered, Mrs. Van der Sar, so I suggest you gather all your things and get the hell out of my building. Mr. Pontevecchio got a concussion out of that encounter and he needs to rest. Now, if you'll excuse us, we are leaving."

Maira motioned for Nico to follow them. He took a deep breath and released it. It was finally over. He was free.

With that came the headache he was trying to ignore ever since he was taken in for questioning. He winced at the pain that was pulling at his temples and wished there was something he could do to prevent the hurting.

He felt a presence next to him and he knew who it was even before she spoke up.

"You are hurting."

"Not more than usual."

"Have you done a lot of undercover work while you were with the New York agency?"

"Why?"

"If you were lying like this you would have died long before you actually did."

Nico spluttered and the movement made him wince again.

"You still want to insist you are not in pain? I think the only one that didn't notice was that turd who interrogated you."

"You mean they all know?"

"You got whacked on the head with a Colt Python, Domenico. What did you expect would happen?"

Sierra using his full name meant she was seriously worried.

"You know what you need."

"No. Absolutely not. I'm not going to do it. Nuh-huh."

"Do you want to suffer for days to prove a point or take a shot of the liquid that will cure you the fastest?"

Nico couldn't answer that. He wouldn't. If he agreed, then he would have to concede to drinking blood to heal. And that could lead to more things that could go wrong in the future. He couldn't risk it.

"Stubborn ex hunters are the worst patients, I swear."

"What do you mean?"

"Mild blood hangover is better than a multi day concussion, Nico. You forget I have a klutz at home that has given himself more concussions that I can count, and is also a vampire. I swear I'll have to train you all."

Nico smiled. Sierra wasn't a saint herself, but she meant well, and she tried to help.

"It can't get worse than this, I'm sure, Sierra."

Sierra stopped walking and he forced himself to do the same and face her. She had a scowl on her face.

"It can and it will if you let it continue for longer. And if you don't listen to me, I'll go get mi Tío and he can tell you about what happened to Emma's arm."

That sounded scary and Nico gulped.

"Let us help you, Nico. You do not have to suffer."

He huffed a breath. He knew he lost the moment he looked into Sierra's convincing eyes.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it. But not more than the necessary amount of blood, got it?"

"Pinky promise."

Shs actually made him shake hands with pinkies. Other than being troublemakers, Stokers were also weird. But he didn't mind that.

Turning around, Nico noticed the others weren't around anymore. Where the hell did they go?

"They will wait for us at the Rowan house. Robin offered it to all of us, you included. At least it's better than your place."

Nico winced, but this time it wasn't from the headache. He was aware of the fact that he lived in a crappy one bedroom apartment, thanks to how hard it was to find a place to live in because he was a vampire. Not that things were any better if you were human. Going to Rowan house sounded way better than staying in his sad looking place.

"Okay. Anything else you have to tell me before we head out?"

"Not really, but, you do know you got a concussion because you don't have any cushion up there?" She pointed to her hair.

"Oh, shut up." But he was smiling. It was good to have someone in his corner.