#mutiny of fate — reblog

[dreams-of-delirium]

Noir stared at the other silently, eyeing her for a moment as well. After a moment, he sighed to himself, tucking his arms in the pockets of his coat.

“Nurse Erie… Hello. I’m Noir. Pleasure to meet you.” His monotonous expression barely changed, with the exception of a raised brow.

“I’m neither. Just exploring, if that’s a concern you have.”

It was simple for him to understand where he was, simpler to understand this was an unusual place. He wasn’t too concerned, though. He was familiar with unusual places.

“Well… this is interesting.”

A black haired man looked up, then around him. His surroundings didn’t catch his eye, no. What caught his eye was who was in front of him.

“You are?”

“…”

The woman in front of him didn’t immediately answered his question and only stare as to examine him with only her eye but in the end answered him.

“You may call Nurse Erie. Could you kindly provide me with your name, Sir? Also… are you a patient seeking medical assistance or simply lost and in need of guidance?”

At least now he knows where he is, apparently a hospital giving there is a gothic nurse in front of him and asking him those questions, not as if it was hard to figure out anyway.

…It's kind of ironic to have an undead nurse working in a hospital.

[thesweetnessofspring]

14 & 18 for the fanfic writer ask game!

Thank you for the ask! ❤

14. What two fandoms would you write a crossover for?

Look, I know I already have a lover's desire is mutiny going on as a Hunger Games/Hadestown crossover. But I could write a dozen more variations. My brain is constantly rotating these two and I love playing with the roles and outcomes. Alternatives to how I've set it up in a lover's desire is mutiny is Lucy Gray as Orpheus and Snow as Eurydice, Lucy Gray as Persephone and Snow as Hades and Sejanus as the Fates. Katniss as Orpheus and Prim as Eurydice. Like y'all have NO idea how much Hungertown rots my brain. What I post here is a drop of my obsession with these two properties.

18. What trope have you not written yet, but want to?

Arranged marriage! I kinda wrote one for these final hours but I think that was more forced marriage, which is slightly different. I have a fantasy AU I've kinda worked on for this trope but it's gotten lost in all of the other WIPs I have. Maybe sometime soon I'll get around to writing that one!

List of questions for you to reblog or ask!

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₀₁・𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐

— The first installment in the Iron Star Duology.

Crimson Falling is the story of tempests, of serpents and of saints. It is the story of blood and the tragic fates of the decadent and the cunning. After a night of hallucinated memories leading to their nemesis’ body found floating in the school’s lake, a group of seven students become ensnared within a plot to cover up what they believe to be blood upon their hands. They soon begin to realise that their academy is not what it seems upon the surface, as they begin to unearth the curious evils that lie within the institute and the secrets thought lost and buried alongside the dead heiress.

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₀₂・𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚜

— The first installment in the Silver Sun Trilogy.

The court has descended into madness. In a land where daylight rises and cedes in a cycle of seven weeks, a kingdom has awoken at the first fall of sun to their beloved monarchs beheaded; murdered by their own son and heir to their throne. The crown now falls into the lap of the youngest prince, a boy who never planned to hold such great power and had no clue on how to keep it. Amidst the battle for his rightful throne, Prince Castiel must not only deal with the rebellion that his brother ignited and his sister’s mysterious disappearance but also travel to the ends of the land to find the last enchantress, the only one who can save his decaying soul, before the sun sets on the seventh week. In a land of deceit, ambition and betrayal; with only one crown to be claimed and a desperate, incumbent prince determined to keep it in the wake of his parent’s assassination, tensions have never be higher within the Court of Silver Suns.

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₀₃・𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚢𝚙𝚛𝚞𝚜

— A short story retelling of Pygmalion and Galatea set in the Decadent Era and inspired by Frankenstein, The Picture of Dorian Gray and Perfume: the story of a murderer.

When a single drop of blood falls into a sea of foaming sapphire and azure hues, a monster of beautiful destruction is created. The Birth of Venus catalyses within its sweeping strokes, an even greater beauty that it beholds; but even from the same likeness of the goddess, the Mériadec portrait outshines its predecessor both in aestheticism and in gore. At an Italian gallery exhibit in the year 1817, French portrait painter, Pascal Mériadec, is challenged by scornful critics to commission a portrait more beautiful than Venus herself. With each brush of paint upon his canvas, Mériadec slowly begins to fall obsessively in love with the woman in the frame; spending every waking hour with the girl whom he has named Eglantine, the Lady of Cyprus. Filled with the desperate desire for the love he shared with Eglantine to be real, the artist would do anything in his power to bring her to life, even if it meant leaving death in his wake.

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₀₄・𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚡

— The first installment in the Pantheon Duology.

A world basked in ivory and gold, painted with age old myth upon every surface; hides the flaws of a government whose corruption will cause the downfall of their people. Unbeknownst to the revelling and immoral power of the city, the seeds of rebellion have long since been planted, flowers now blooming in the cracked pavement where blood and tears have watered them. The House of Pollux, one organisation in a triumvirate of self-proclaimed saviours, has set their sights on overthrowing the government and fighting the rising discord that threatens the city. Seven abducted prodigies, stolen from homes that have never belonged to them and from names they will never remember, are tasked with the infiltration and assassination of their country’s leader. These gifted individuals who have grown where the light has not found them, have now come forth to reclaim the world that belongs to them and to save the country from the clutches of beautiful tyrants. And thus glorious mutiny arises, in the name of the Pantheon.

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₀₅・𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚢

— Standalone Novel (possibility of a prequel novella).

Eternity appears to be a rather long time for punishment, no matter how malicious the criminal was, however, in her liminal state drifting between immortality and mortality, the Empress didn't care, rather she loved it. The Duchess of the Netherworld floats between beautiful places, corrupting them with her presence, rendering victims mad only for her mere entertainment. And when she tires of her station, she finds herself a new arena for her twisted games, each time a new setting that she has only dreamt of in her eternal torture. She does not greet you as you are welcomed through the entrance of The Winter Anarchy; an opera house of such opulence and decadence so uncommon to mankind. The vestibules of hell embrace your tortured and devious soul and you are welcomed like the mad sinner that you are. You are not dead though, not quite yet at least. She has saved you from such a fate for now and you really ought to thank her for her ill intended grace. You are a puppet, merely here to play a game… her game. Win and you shall be graced with the eternal glory, freedom and power of beings such as she is but lose and you must pay the most treacherous price for every drop of unholy blood running through your veins.

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@a-very-sparkly-nerd

Yeah, it absolutely makes sense logically, there is no other way home and this sacrifice is necessary. The main issue is that Odysseus doesn't even try to find a different solution, he simply says that Scylla has a cost and doesn't even consult Eurylychous about said price. He just goes off and does as he pleases which is his privilege as a king, but as a captain on a single ship, he NEEDS his crew's support or... Well, a Mutiny might happen and in this scenario, he is Just one Man. Well, he gets Zeus' support but it's kinda a double-edged sword there--

And about Eury not being one of the torch holders - in animatics shown during the Thunder Saga stream, he is actually one of the people holding torches - it's just that during chaos he runs around, trying to help someone, and passes off the torch to someone else. It's in that moment that he's struck down by realization and when he turns around desperately, the guy he handed his torch off is already being eaten. The animatic is really well done so you can see the moment he starts to understand, as he looks at Odysseus, who doesn't even turn around to look at the carnage. And since the animatics were commissioned by Jorge himself and are the closest to his vision of events, I think we can safely say that Eurylychous is in fact one of the torch holders, even if music and lyrics themselves don't tell us that.

And, of course, don't get me wrong, Odysseus also has a point here. His actions make sense and there probably wasn't really a different way to do it - it's just that the crew and Eurylychous do not know that. All they see from their perspective is that their Capitan deliberately chose exactly six men to die in this passage and one of them was his second-in-command! What the hell are you supposed to think then, with grief of your fallen comrades still fresh in your mind and the unapologetic reason for it still in front do you? Odysseus' transformation into the Monster is the only way he can return home but it also makes him unreceptive and cold to the crew's struggles - emotions run high and Mutiny feels like the only solution.

Phew, that got long. Sorry just, I really felt the need to clarify a few points on my stance and let people know of the animatic's depiction of Scylla because I think many of us had to miss the stream and that's also a significant context to listen to Mutiny with...

Also, thanks a lot for the reblogs and hearts, guys, glad to see I'm not the only one deranged by these two and how mutual their mistakes are. And, as somebody also said, - yeah, this is basically all Zeus' (and fates or just gods in general?) fault. Goddamn prophecies, you could have just let Odysseus get home but noooooo, gotta make a whole tragic musical out of it...

I think that way too many people gloss over the reason why exactly those 6 men were such a big deal and a last straw for the crew and Eurylychous. Up to this point Odysseus made mistakes, yes, and people died because of them but never before has Odysseus made such a deliberate sacrifice.

Before this, he was still their Capitan - a bit arrogant, too prone to playing into Gods' Games and with a damnation right on his heels - but still on their side. Not to mention that this saga happens SO soon after Circe Saga, where he CAME BACK for them, put himself in grave danger and risked his return home to save THEM. Since the wind bag fuck up, this crew must have regained so much trust in him, Eurylychous must have felt so indebted and plagued by his own guilt because of his actions in Ocean Saga and Circe Saga. Because despite their doubts and question of How Much Longer Till His Luck Runs Out, their Capitan still came and saved them.

And then the Different Beasthappens and it's ruthless and cruel but it's against their enemies, it feels like protection, no doubt. It's their Capitan making sure that they can make it home, that no other monster will follow them and make it impossible.

But then the Scylla happens and it never has been more clearer than there. Eurylychous would not be that furious if he didn't realize and he IS a second-in-command, he is not stupid. Six men who held the torches died and it was by Odysseus' order. This is no longer slaying every foe on the way home, this is Odysseus willing to sacrifice even them. Is it the same capitan who came back for them on Circe's island, is the same who always did everything he could to make sure they all made it back? How Are They Supposed To Trust Him Now?

This situation is so fucked and both sides have their point, I'm so sick of seeing posts putting the full blame on either side. They are all human and stressed and they don't know what to trust, what to do to come back home - and the worst part of it all, they probably never stood a chance.

After all, Zeus has already said they The Blood On Your Hands Is Something You Can't Lose, All You Can Choose Is Whose.

[sablelab]

Covert Operations - Chapter 138

SUMMARY: Fergus goes into bat for Bóinne Rivière trying to alter her abeyance profile and after discussion with Operations, Madeline puts forward a plausible reason to support Fergus’ request.  The two leaders ponder what they are going to do about the mole, Colum Mackenzie and indeed Jamie and Claire.

Chapter 137 and all other chapters can be found at … https://sablelab.tumblr.com/covertoperations  Sorry to say I am not on Ao3, but perhaps when I finish this story I will try and navigate how it works and how to post there.  

THANK YOU to everyone following this story.  I appreciate knowing that there are people who are enjoying what I have written each post, whether it be a like, comment or a reblog. Thank you so much for supporting Covert Operations.

CHAPTER 138

 “Thank you, Fergus, … I think I have a lot to discuss with Operations. You have been most thorough.”

Although Madeline’s reply had been a tacit order of dismissal, Fergus Claudel stood his ground. He only had one chance to put forward his case and swallowing the bullet he cleared his throat then uttered, “Ah … there is one other thing I would like to discuss with you both.”

“Really Mr Claudel … and what is that?”  “I inadvertently came across Bóinne Rivière’s reclassification status in my search.” This time Operations replied, remembering that Fergus had casually asked after the fate of the abeyance operatives when he’d went to discuss the Somalia mission. He recalled that Fergus had been talking to Murtagh and the person he’d mentioned earlier in Comm. and this was quite plausible as he had to access the nurse’s file in his search.

“I see. And?” “I would seriously like for you to reconsider her new mission profile given how she was crucial in providing the concrete Intel that linked Frank Wolverton-Randall to Colum. It provided the proof we needed that he was indeed the mole.”  Fergus watched his leaders trying to gauge their reaction to what he had just said. However, the raised brow of Operations gave him an uneasy feeling that Section’s leader was aware that he knew exactly what he was trying to do and why. “You can't protect her forever ... or him.” Fergus was thrown off kilter with this observation. “What do you mean?”  “You know what I mean. ... We know you tampered with her abeyance records. ... Don't start thinking with your heart. Section is not the place to do that.” Fergus immediately crumbled realising that what he had proposed was obviously in vain. It appeared that Operations and Madeline had already made up their minds about Bóinne and her usefulness to Section. He sighed. “Sorry.” “You're too valuable to us ... but we’ll think about what you have said. You may go.” Madeline’s reply was encouraging … they hadn’t completely closed the door on Bóinne’s re-classification. Fergus only hoped that he had done enough to help her and that his superiors wouldn’t hold it against him.

Perhaps he had also given them cause to rethink their decision to place her in abeyance. The medical nurse had been instrumental in connecting the dots to Frank Wolverton-Randall and just maybe this would be enough for them to reconsider their decision. Alternatively, perhaps he could find something else that would significantly help her cause if he only delved a little deeper into her file. Bóinne Rivière’s cancellation could cause more problems for Operations and Madeline than it would solve. Murtagh Fitzgibbons had been crucial in the retrieval mission; there was every chance that he may be needed again in some way in the future to trap Sun Yee Lok and his cohorts. If his beloved was cancelled, he didn’t know what Murtagh would do in his grief and the two leaders knew this only too well.  Like Madeline and Operations, the IT specialist had much to mull over in his mind. Their conversation was now obviously at an end so without even a slight backward glance; Fergus quietly left Madeline’s office.  ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Section’s leader paced the floor of her office pondering the skulduggery of Colum’s monitoring in the Rising Dragons’ mission and more so for his insinuations that he was in any way responsible for the disappearance of Section One’s founder Letitia Chisholm. His face echoed his sour demeanour and if looks could kill, his nemesis would have been six feet under before his body was cold.  “What are we going to do about Bóinne Rivière?” Madeline asked watching Dougal pace back and forth once Fergus had left her office. Operations however, had little regard for the issue Fergus had raised about Murtagh’s girlfriend. He dismissed Madeline’s inquiry as if he would brush away a fly. To him, it was of little consequence for his mind was on more pressing issues. “Cancel her,” he barked without the slightest thought for what their IT specialist had told them. “I think you should reconsider that,” Madeline cajoled trying to soothe over this small problem before tackling the major one she knew Operations was thinking about. “Reconsider? You must be joking.”  Madeline continued her placating of the savage beast. “Fergus raised some valid points Dougal. Nurse Rivière had the opportunity to withhold the device but she didn't and it did give us the proof we were looking for.” Her words appeared to have hit the spot. Operations calmed down a little. He pondered what she’d said for a short while before responding with reluctance, “True.” So his second in command continued with her reasons while giving him time to reassess her status. “Details will eventually leak out into the ranks. Bóinne Rivière’s death would not be received well by Fitzgibbons or her colleagues in Med Lab. I'd rather deal with one underperforming Operative than rebellion by several. You know Murtagh … he can be cantankerous at the best of times. He would take her death hard. Fergus was right … Who knows how he would respond?” Her logical explanation had the desired effect. “Perhaps I might reconsider then … for the time being,” he added reluctantly in addendum. Turning towards Operations Madeline gave another opinion. “Good … I feel that killing Bóinne Rivière will not serve us well. We cancel her and Murtagh wouldn’t care if he died too. You remember his three-year review, don’t you?”  “Of course, … So, in your opinion he really would be willing to die?”  “Yes, I do.” “Then what? There must be some way to reassess her suitability to Section, but I’m sure you’ll think of something Madeline.” “I'm working on it. She will make a mistake eventually and then any problem with her status will take care of the nurse itself, but in the meantime, we have Murtagh Fitzgibbons where we need him.” Operations rubbed his chin in reflection of her statement, “Hmmm … and Fergus.”  He looked at Madeline as if to say it was a win-win for the time being given that the state of the Rising Dragons’ mission was in limbo at the moment. “Murtagh did perform well on the retrieval mission; we might indeed have to use him again.” “Yes, you just never know and if he is antagonistic towards us because of this woman’s death, it could be a huge problem. We can’t have Fitzgibbons being distracted or becoming recalcitrant if anything happened to his fiancée. It could set off a chain reaction mutiny with other operatives.” Operations thought for a moment, looked off into space, then reluctantly accepted Madeline's logic by nodding his head. “Very well … we’ll postpone our decision on her until the Rising Dragon’s mission is finalised.” “Yes … I agree. That is a sensible compromise … and then we can review her status if things change or improve.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Although what they had discussed went a small way in solving one of the problems they faced, nonetheless what Operations really wanted to discuss was the anathema to him … his older brother … Colum. Fergus’ Intel had been explosive.

To think that his brother was keeping tabs on their top operatives and the disappearance of Section One’s founder was inexcusable, but what were the reasons why.  Fergus had alluded to the disappearance of Letitia Chisholm as one reason, and it did worry him that he may find incriminating Intel on her vanishing without any trace, but were there others? Did he have a parallel profile on the triad members and had he done this for pure one-upmanship by using a mole to further his advantage at Centre and Mr Lambert? It galled him to think that Colum would try and do something so obvious to win favour at Centre.  Why the interest in Jamie and Claire’s success on the mission?  So many questions and as yet no concrete answers.

Operations’ hackles were heightened and his shell-shocked disposition was evident. Without doubt, you could have cut the atmosphere with a knife in Madeline’s office it seemed so tangible.  His voice was laced with contempt for Oversight’s leader and he couldn’t hide an escalating irate temper.

“This is treason! Colum has taken this too far this time Madeline. Any of our quarrels pale into insignificance with the implications of this treachery.”  Dougal’s demeanour at the thought of his brother’s unannounced visits to Section One to hear proceedings about the Rising Dragons’ mission rapidly changed until his face was a glaring red hue of rage. His mind backtracked over the times Oversight’s leader had visited.

Obviously, those times were just a ruse, to see where Section was in bringing the mission to its end game. Although Colum’s last visit was laced with concern for Jamie and Claire’s wellbeing his motives, no doubt, were to gauge if he could at last get the jump on Section in capturing the triad members with his own operatives. This seemed the most plausible reason given their rivalry. He and Madeline needed to get to the bottom of his brother’s skulduggery in order to answer these pressing questions and cover their backs if needs be.

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Aware of what Operations’ thoughts might be, Madeline answered his statements with a dose of reality about what they had just heard from Fergus. “Colum wouldn’t have been able to do that without help. Fergus was right Dougal … it does all point to Frank Wolverton-Randall.” Her words brought him back to the present moment as Madeline continued. “I suspect that Colum has been piggy backing off Section One in order to capture Sun Yee Lok before we do. So, any Intel on how the mission was going was in his interests if he was to keep in front of the eight ball. Colum obviously wanted to know what Section One had on the triad leader in order to run a parallel sting on him before Jamie and Claire could bring him in.” “Precisely … I’m sure that’s why he visited so many times unannounced.” “He needed to know what progress we had made and if what Frank Wolverton-Randall had passed on to him was accurate before he was transferred.” “If he could get a jump on our Intel, and if he was to capture Sun Yee Lok, he would certainly claim all the glory for himself and Oversight and in so doing demonstrate incompetence in my leadership at Section One to ultimately undermine me.” “So it would seem.” “I repeat … He has gone too far this time Madeline. The depths to which he would sink to best us are reprehensible.” “Perhaps he is trying to discredit you in front of Mr. Lambert. He knows you have aspirations to be the leader of Oversight one day.” “He wants to hang on to power at all cost and doesn’t care who gets in his way. Colum has always been a self-serving bastard looking for any opportunity to further his interests and profile for the Head of Centre.” Madeline emphasised with her leader’s summation about Colum. “Obviously, but … if he is bragging to Mr Lambert about his monitoring of Jamie and Claire, then why? Does he think we are incapable of trusting our operatives to complete the capture of the triad leader successfully? Does he have plans to usurp us on the Rising Dragon’s mission? And why his data collecting on Letitia?”

“That … is another matter altogether Madeline. It would seem he would stop at nothing to discredit us and implicate us in her disappearance.” “Jamie and Claire’s downtime was the perfect opportunity for Colum to get a head start on Sun Yee Lok’s whereabouts if he wants to bring in the triad leader by his own operatives.” Madeline had hit a major nerve. “No wonder Colum was so adamant that they have two weeks … against my better judgement I might add,” he reiterated with scorn. “Point taken Dougal,” conceded Madeline, “Although I hate to say this, downtime was still necessary for Jamie and Claire’s recovery for them to be at their optimum.” “We don’t know that yet. Two weeks away from the mission could be vital in Colum trumping Section. That would be intolerable,” he replied pacing the floor of her office racking his brain as to how they could proceed with averting all of this. “Let’s hope that he hasn’t jumped the gun on us. I very much doubt he would have, given were the triad stood after the retrieval mission’s success.” Madeline’s logic made sense and Operations cooled his heels somewhat knowing that his second in command would have some plans of her own to beat his brother at his own game. “What are we going to do then?”  “First of all, we need damage control with Mr Lambert. Who knows what Colum has been telling him about the Rising Dragon’s mission?” “Yes … I agree.” “I’ll contact Centre with our status. I’m sure Mr Lambert would like a point of view from my perspective,” Madeline proposed with assurance. Section’s leader liked what he was hearing. “Go on.” “We’ll also be able to gauge if Colum has any leads on the Rising Dragons that we don’t have. We’ve come too far on the mission profiles to let him defeat us.” She looked at Operations intently. “We can fix this Dougal.” “How? What else do you have in mind?” “We’ll get Fergus to call in any informants in Hong Kong and see what they can come up with.” “Who?”  “John Grey for one. He works freelance and is inconspicuous in his movements. He has an overabundance of contacts he can utilise for us. He’s always come through before.” “Anyone else?” “Phil Jurgen is located in that area.” Operations shook his head. “No, I’m not totally convinced he is reliable … Grey is closer to the situation. Doesn’t he have interests in Hong Kong?” “Yes. You have a point. He moves in a wide range of circles. He’s bound to have heard something.” “That’s settled then.” “And besides … It may be better to rely on just one informant than risking Colum finding out that we are making enquiries about him.” “He’ll think he has had a two week window on us, but I’m sure John Grey may be able to shed more light on the situation in Hong Kong than what Colum knows.” “Tell Fergus to get on to it straight away then.” “Certainly.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “Do you think this will work Madeline?” “I do,” was her confident reply. Section’s head strategist knew that the depth of his brother’s betrayal had cut deep for Dougal but if they acted expediently … they could best him before he turned the tables on them. Operations was still somewhat apprehensive. “It won't take long before Colum finds a way to get through to Mr. Lambert. And god knows what Intel he’ll have on the Rising Dragons. We have to reel him in before he does.” “We’ll trump him first. We'll use every available resource.” Happy with Madeline’s proposition Operations waited for what she had in mind. “I’m all ears.”

“We’re going to make Colum think that he has a heads up on Intel pertaining to the triad because of his mole. However, because he also has suspicions about you Dougal, we’ll have to change that.”  

“Brilliant …” His eyes suddenly became intense and he gave Madeline a piercing glare. “… but there is another option.” Knowing where he was heading, she was not at all happy with his proposal. “That's an option I'm not completely comfortable with.” Nevertheless Operations was adamant that his idea would get rid of Colum once and for all. “You know as well as I do. We push the button, make a hit on Colum and blame it elsewhere.” “This is not the time to get personal Dougal.” “It is to me. Colum has overstepped the line this time. He has to pay.” Madeline was uneasy with his plan realising the consequences were not entirely for the right reasons. “Of all the people on the planet to target for assassination, your brother is by far the most dangerous. This would be a last resort. It could backfire on us.” “Then we'll have to go about it very carefully, won't we … if … I repeat … if he persists in undermining Section on the Rising Dragons’ mission. I won’t tolerate it Madeline. I will not!”  Operations’ tirade put an end to any more discussion on the matter. To him it was over.  However, Madeline had the last word on the subject of Colum Mackenzie after all. “If it ever comes to that, we’ll have to bide our time for the right opportunity … but this is not the right time. It would be far too suspicious if it were to happen because of his interference in the Rising Dragons’ mission. The finger of blame would immediately be pointed at Section One and us. I would not contemplate assassination as the method of paying Colum back Dougal. There are other ways!” Although he heard what Madeline had to say in reply, he chose to ignore her and changed the subject. “And what about Frank Wolverton-Randall?”  ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “I think we can arrange for him to return from the substation back to Section.” “Elaborate.”  

“We’ll say that we need his help in profiling, as our new Intel on the Rising Dragons will overload Fergus. Colum will certainly like that, as he’ll have his inside contact back in the thick of things especially if the order comes from Mr. Lambert for his return to Section One. Colum will be under the impression that having your enemies closer will work in his favour, but of course we’ll turn the tables on him and have Wolverton-Randall cancelled in due course.”

A wry smile crossed Operations’ face as Madeline outlined her strategy. “Excellent.”

“But, we can't do anything about Frank … just yet. Colum will be watching. His status can't be tampered with at the moment. The best we can do is to keep them both from knowing we're on to his subterfuge.”  “Agreed.” 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “And what are we going to do about Colum’s suspicion that I am responsible for Letitia’s disappearance?  If he finds out that is true all hell will break out.��

“There could be a way around it Dougal but we will need to play our cards close to our chest.”

“What do you propose?”

“I think we need to show Colum that we have had a major personal falling out.”

“Such as?”

“Sexual intimidation and coercion Dougal. It needs to be something that he will believe and if you are pressuring me for sex against my will then it would not be too farfetched that I would jump at the chance to get my own back at you.”

Dougal took a moment to ponder her suggestion. “Yes, that would work.”

“I’ll indicate that I am fed up with you using me for sex, so I’ll make a deal with Colum to make him think that I will betray you because of this. As payback, I’ll give him information about you and Letitia and he will give me something I want in exchange, say … the company Key File module for encrypting software. That will give me complete data access, control and protection in undermining you.”

“Go on …”

“We’ll initiate a set up to blackmail Colum when he meets with a courier that he thinks he can trust but in fact the result will be that he just exchanged the Key File for money.”

“Do you think that is believable and that he will not be suspicious?”

“Not if we use someone such as a known corrupt associate who thinks he will be exonerated for the exchange.”

“Who do you have in mind?”

“Lionel Brown.”

“Excellent.  He has always been a rogue intelligence officer who peddles Intel to terrorists and he is on the Pentagon’s Red List.”

“Indeed, he is. It will look like Colum was paying and cooperating with a known shady extremist and because of this we can blackmail him for anything we want.”

Operations gave his second in command a wry smile. “Madeline … I love the way you think.”

“Thank you, Dougal. However, Colum must not suspect we are pretending to fight and have sex. We will need to be convincing so that he will think that I would betray you because of a toxic and controlling relationship.”

“Oh, I can be very convincing Madeline as too can you,” he said with a wry smirk at the very thought of besting his brother and finally having him out of his hair.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“So … that just leaves Jamie and Claire.” “Hmmm?” Operations pondered before smiling at Madeline and removing his glasses. “They’ll have to return to Section of course in the next couple of days once we have put these measures in place.” The glee in his eyes was palatable. She returned his candour. “Yes ... I couldn’t agree with you more. However due to expediency I think we can forgo their Psyche Assessment in the interim. I will just make keen observations as to their mental acuity and physical attributes to continue the mission.  They’ll want to return to the mission profile if they know they have the best chance of capturing Jonathon Randall and Sun Yee Lok’s daughter. Jamie won’t want Colum or any of his operatives to bring in any person who was responsible for Claire’s atrocities … including the triad’s leader himself.” “Madeline you never cease to amaze me.” Satisfied that they had covered all bases, Operations’ dry wit raised its head. “Another day at the office?”  His second in command smiled in appreciation of his witticism. Operations turned to go, but then he thought of something else. “You said Jamie and Claire were off the radar and their trackers were down. How do you plan on contacting them?” “I have my ways.” “Good. Do it!” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~to be continued Friday 14th August

[bitchloveskcbaseball]

White Flag

Part 4 of Tides of Fate (I finally decided on a name for this series, guys! lol)

Part 1: Losing Resolve Part 2: Rifts Apart Part 3: Becalmed

Pairing: Edward x MC

Warnings: Language - I (fittingly) have the mouth of a sailor, so of course there’s a lot of cussing in here

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry

“I said no such thing, Miss Bellamy.”

Peyton couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Here he was, still hovering just above her, fingers teasing the skin of her hip just beneath the hem of her blouse, still trying to keep distance between them by using her surname.

“If you don’t know how to send me home, Captain Mortemer” – she took great joy in watching his eyes narrow as she referred to him in a more formal manner – “then how do you propose I shall get there?”

He pushed himself up to his feet and started pacing across the length of his cabin. After watching him make several passes, she finally prodded, “Edward?”

“Damnation! You cannot stay here! I’ll… I’ll leave you in Tiburon if I must!”

The triumph she’d been feeling vanished as she began to realize how difficult he was going to be about her staying aboard the ship with the crew. With him.

“Please. Don’t do this. I…I only need a day to rest, then I’ll be good as new and ready to navigate. I swear, I won’t be a burden to anyone!”

Whirling around to face her, Edward’s eyes were blazing as he seethed, “Tis not about your damned injury!”

“Then let me stay!”

“My reasons for wanting you off this ship have not changed. Tis not safe for you here. It never was. I was being selfish in letting you stay so long.”

“Don’t you get it yet?” Peyton forced herself to her feet, the searing pain somewhat numbed by the fear-fueled adrenaline rush she was currently experiencing. Her only focus was convincing Edward to let her stay, so she steadied her voice as much as possible before imploring, “I want to be here. I am choosing to be here. I know the risks, that life on a pirate ship is dangerous. I know that you are hellbent on bringing the admiral to justice and the inherent risks of such an endeavor! But still, I am choosing this life. I am choosing you!”

“Why?”

Not trusting her own feet to carry her across the room to him, she held out her hands to beckon him closer. For a few seconds, she thought that he was actually going to resist, but then she saw his shoulders slump forward. Everything has to be difficult with him. When he tried to lace his fingers with hers as he came to a stop in front of her, she put his hands on her hips instead, so that she could wrap her own arms around his waist.

“Because I love you,” she finally answered his question. “And I can’t leave you. Not knowing if you were safe, if something had happened to you… I… I couldn’t take that uncertainty.”

“Peyton…”

“No, Edward. I won’t let you tell me, yet again, that you aren’t worth it. You are worth it. You are the most amazing man I’ve ever met. The honor with which you carry yourself, the loyalty to those around you. It’s incredible. You are incredible.”

Edward leaned down so that his forehead was resting against hers, and it was quickly becoming one of her favorite positions to be in. He just seemed so open and unguarded like that and it melted her heart. “Are you sure?”

She could almost feel his resolve melting, but she bit back the smile threating to break across her face. She needed to get him to swear she could stay before she started celebrating. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. And, honestly, it’s not just because of you. This ship is the first place that has ever truly felt like home to me. This crew is more of a family than the one I left back in my time. And I want to fight for them. I want to fight with them.”

He let out a deep sigh that caused the hair around her face to flutter and the corners of her mouth quirked upward. “Fine,” Edward conceded. His tone was almost bitter, but there was a certain shine to his eyes that took most of the bite out of his words. “You can stay. But you’ll not be lifting a finger until you are healed.”

“But –“

“No. Tis non-negotiable.” His hand came up to cup her cheek just before he brushed his lips against hers. “Seeing you in pain is unbearable. I’ll not be able to concentrate if I know you are up at the helm in such a condition.”

Peyton was surprised she was still upright and not a puddle of mush on the floor with his confession. She’d known what a distraction he was to her own concentration, but hadn’t dared to dream that she affected him as deeply. “Fine. I suppose I’ll allow myself to be a slouch if it means my captain will be able to focus on his duties.”

“And this” – he pulled away from her slightly to gesture between the two of them, causing a pit of dread to settle in her stomach – “cannot happen again.”

“Edward –“

“Tis the only way I’ll agree to allow you to stay aboard the Revenge.”

“Dammit, Edward. Didn’t we already get past this bullshit?”

“Miss Bellamy,” he warned as he stepped out of her embrace to start pacing once again.

She didn’t pay any heed. She was tired of running around this same circle with him. “For fucks sake, Edward. You’ve told me you love me. You’ve kissed me senseless. And now you want to go back to pretending like none of it happened? You… Don’t I matter enough to you?”

“Of course, you do! You matter too much!”

“Then don’t you see? This isn’t going to work! I can’t pretend that you are nothing more than my captain. And to be honest, based on our past behavior and the whispers I’ve heard from the rest of the crew when they didn’t realize I was close, they already know that there’s more to our relationship.”

“Who? I’ll –“

Knowing his over-protective mind was already envisioning punishments for the offenders, Peyton cut him off, “No, no you won’t. That isn’t the point. The point is that they already know, or at least suspect, our feelings run deep for each other. And yet they’ve not said a word about it outside of this ship. I can’t speak for you, but I know that I trust this lot with my life. And if I can trust them with that, I should think that I could trust them with this.”

“How can you say that? After everything -" he broke off, his eyes flashing with irritation and what she thought was fear. “You have witnessed a damn mutiny! Have you not learned yet how little trust you can place in pirates?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake Edward! Surely you are not equating the crew that is still here with those traitorous assholes! I could sense how terrible they were from the moment I got here!”

Quirking an eyebrow up, he asked, in a tone that was so deathly calm it sent a chill down her spine, “Really? All of them?”

Peyton did her best to school her expression into one of passivity, but felt her eyes widen anyway. Because she knew exactly what he was referring to. She tried desperately to come up with some sort of a response that would wipe away the point he was trying to make, but she was quiet so long that Edward pressed on, “What about Kendrick? Or Samuel.”

“Edward, please. Stop.” Her eyes were blurry from the tears she refused to let fall and her voice came out strangled around the lump clogging her throat.

“I will not. Not until you understand. We cannot risk it. No matter our feelings.” He paused then, taking a deep breath, and when he continued, his whisper was just as strained as hers had been. “No matter how much I love you, we cannot be together.”

“Is it not my life that you’re worried about?”

“Have you not been listening? Of course it is! Tis all that I am concerned with!”

“Then how the fuck do you get off making this decision all on your own? It’s my fucking life, you asshole.”

Edward came to a stop in front of her once again, one hand coming up to cup her cheek while the other settled on her hip just below her bruise. The tender move was at such odds with their discussion that it almost made her dizzy, but it still managed to settle her nerves. His voice had also softened as he murmured, “I know tis your life, Peyton.”

Refusing to be distracted by his tenderness, Peyton kept her voice firm as she asked, “Then shouldn’t I get a say in this?”

“Peyton,” Edward growled as he drove his fingers through his hair. The ferocity of it all was making her a little weak in the knees, but she refused to get distracted just yet.

“Did you mean it? When you said you love me?”

“What? Yes!”

A small grin played at Peyton’s lips at how desperate he’d sounded before she focused herself back on task. “If you love me, then you have to love me as I am. You can’t just put me in a box because you are scared something might happen to me. How do you think I feel? Knowing that the man I love is determined to take on the damned Royal Navy in order to bring one man to justice? It’s a fool’s mission, one that could very well end up fatal for you, yet I have done nothing but support you anyway! Why can’t you do the same for me?”

His eyes pleading with hers, he muttered, “I’m not as strong as you, Peyton.”

Drawing him closer within her arms, she whispered against his neck, “Then let me be strong enough for the both of us.”

A/N #1: As much as I actually loved this, I kind of struggled with it, just because I felt like I was going in the same circles as part 3. Even so, it felt right to me because these two (and especially Edward when concerned for Peyton’s safety) are so damned stubborn. So I guess this is me apologizing if this felt repetitious and/or unnecessary.

A/N #2: This was the end of my original plan for this series. However, this won’t be the end of it in general. I have a few ideas of where I want to go from here, I just don’t know that I’ll have something to post by next week.

Thank you to every one who has been reading this - writing for Edward has been a bit of a challenge (especially trying to get the dialogue right) but I have really enjoyed it. And I really appreciate all the kind words, reblogs and likes you all have given this series.

Tag List: @burnsoslow @anotherbeingsworld @mvalentine @rebel-alpaca @crazynutella @princess-geek @edgiestwinter @choices-addict

[elliottcoka]

My Discord Roleplay Hell

I hate to be this person, but it’s time.

I can’t remember the day anymore. It was a year ago or more, but I joined a Hogwarts Roleplaying server. This server evolved into a new server, as life goes on and changes. I’ve had my ups and downs with the server owner, Lord. As an adult, I didn’t care too much. I genuinely tried to work through our problems & there have been points I thought I’d solved our issues. I can’t even remember most of the issues anymore, but nonetheless, things weren’t solved. This person acted kindly to me while talking badly about me in staff chats. How do I know this? Not only did someone come forward and tell me, but I got to see these messages myself when I became a part of the staff.

Here we have her accusing me of making an alt to try to, I guess, destroy her relationship. Not only did she edit the screenshots she posted in a STAFF VENT (those are all separate messages from different times in the conversation), but she said she will ruin me if I happen to be an alt that accused her of cheating. What I really asked was why she, her boyfriend, and a new staff member shared a role called “Triforce”. I said “are they together? Or is it some video gaming thing I don’t understand” as I saw they were playing league at the time. (This is paraphrased! Message screenshot is below!!)

This person has pushed being a monogamist so much in chats before. I’m fine with both monogamists and poly people, but she always said she could never be poly. I was confused about a role. That’s all this was.

She never messaged me to talk. She never told me “I don’t like you, and I don’t feel like things are resolved.” I’ve had multiple talks doing my best to make things better between us. This isn’t the only thing said about me in staff chats. Here’s the rest:

I suggested a channel for writing help because the people who RP on that server aren’t very advanced. A lot of them struggle with basic grammar so I thought it would help people. Instead, Lord says I’m just bragging. In these messages, the staff members are dragging multiple users (complaining about them), and lord throws my name into it. 

I have more screenshots from the rest of the staff that don’t involve lord, but I’m only going to post as much as Tumblr will allow for this post. I would not include them, however, there are people bashing me who haven’t really interacted with me. She’s made me out to be some awful person just because we have beef. She shit talks people in voice chats as well. She’s raided an old server & got them shut down for CH*LD P*RN! This is all because they “mutinied” her that fateful year ago, & she made a new server.

Why am I making this post??

To warn discord users.

Her HP roleplaying server is the largest one I’ve seen. She has over 1000 members, even though less than half are probably active. She’s bribed the users with house points if they give a good review for the server. And with someone who’s taken down a server under the circumstances she did, I’ve genuinely been scared. She’s had some sort of grudge against me for the longest time, and no matter what I’ve done, I’m still shit on & things won’t be okay. They have a Tumblr. It’s: https://hogwartswnw.tumblr.com/

I want everyone to know how much I HATE drama. I’m not joking when I say I’ve tried to work things out with her so many times, and I felt sick when I saw these messages in the staff chats.

But people need to be warned. I do not want anyone else to join her server, think you can be her friend, and come out unscathed.

I’m attaching all screenshots I can (that I think are most important) in this message. I will reblog with other screenshots. For now, I’m going to list the things I’ve experienced. Unfortunately, I do not have screenshots for it all. I do think the pattern from this person’s behavior is (hopefully) enough for you to believe me.

She shit talks her old server. She calls it Oldwarts. This is the server she sank with false allegations (as far as I’m aware, as someone who worked with her told me). She still mentions it even though the people involved not only lost their server but their accounts as well.

She says she’s LGBTQ friendly, but she added a gender role of “attack helicopter” after a lot of cis (also Straight for the majority) asked for it once gender roles were a thing. When other LGBTQ users confronted her for this, she told them that it was just a joke. Users that asked for the role also told the LGBTQ people coming forward that they needed to take it as a joke. After much backlash, the role was finally removed.

I was in a server she had dedicated to raiding.

She shit talks servers for fun. She will join (it’s important to note that she says she has MANY alts, so I doubt she always joins on her main) and take screenshots to make fun of or belittle servers with others in the server. While she has not encouraged trolling behavior, she has not discouraged it when people have asked to join the “shitty” server.

She shit talks people. She has shared private DMs to talk badly about people. As a server owner, I just don’t think that’s appropriate.

She posts N*FW content in general channels even though she’s not only a m*nor but has a n*fw chat.

Her staff made a server called Oldwarts, mocking the server they hate & destroyed. 

I’m honestly sure there’s more that she does. The point is not to list everything. The point is to warn you of her behavior. As someone who’s managed servers as large as hers, I know a successful server can be run without this. It’s unnecessary and childish.

Please, if you want to join a Harry Potter roleplay server, avoid this one. Because of this server & “Lord”, I’ve been scared to make my own. Remember to be safe on the internet. Don’t share too much info, and keep an eye out for people like this.

Above are more screenshots of things said about me as well as proof of searching in staff chats for my name and nickname. As you can see, I was on an expel list from someone I didn’t talk to. My character & person had no warnings or strikes, but because I was disliked I was on an expel list. Then, in an editor chat, I’m misgendered even though my nickname has my pronouns in it. I couldn’t include the screenshot, but when called out, “Nord” continued to misgender me. (I bring this up because they say they’re LGBTQ inclusive, but changing pronouns in a MESSAGE you can EDIT isn’t too hard to do). You can also see that the position I applied for gets a trial period in case I’m “troublesome”. Once again, in this server, I have not gotten warnings or strikes for behavior.

These messages are the ones I’d deem most important. There are more, I’ve just reached Tumblrs limit, & I don’t think the other screenshots have as much substance.

If you’ve read this, even skimmed, thank you. It would mean the world to me if you could share this. This is their discord link. Their oldwarts server is linked. They also have a social server which will be linked as well. I am ONLY linking so you can AVOID the server. Please do not send hate to these people.

https://disboard.org/server/510818944781778944

https://disboard.org/server/555840909913096202

https://disboard.org/server/565200348248277012

[thekoshertribble]

“Now you belong to all of us and we to you.” Women of Star Trek Entry #14 “This Side of Paradise” Leila Kalomi

Hi everyone! Yes, despite the fact that Tumblr is turning into a burning trash heap, I’m pressing on with my blog series regardless.

(As I said before, I’m not putting in any more screencaps because I don’t want to risk getting flagged.)

So today we’re going to talk about the episode “This Side of Paradise” and it’s featured female character, Leila Kalomi.

Leila is a young Earth woman who joins a brave group of human colonists who decide to settle an uninhabited planet and make a sort of agrarian society there. Leila’s specialty is botany so her knowledge is obviously essential to the mission. However, their chosen planet, called Omicron Ceti III, is constantly bombarded with radiation of its sun, killing any animal life on its surface within a few months. The Enterprise comes to Omicron Ceti III expecting all the colonists to be dead and their settlement deserted, but they discover the colony thriving and its people exceptionally healthy. Oh, and one more thing: Leila and Spock have a history.

Apparently she knew him while he was on Earth some years ago. It’s not clearly stated what kind of relationship they had, but it’s obvious that she had romantic feelings for him back then, just as she does now.

Their reunion is as awkward as you might expect. She comes into the room where Kirk and Spock are talking to the head colonist, Elias Sandoval. The soft lights and romantic music cues up as Spock and Leila meet eyes. Spock’s expression is quite neutral, no surprise there, while Leila just stands there smiling at him. In a slightly creepy way, I might add.

Then the camera cuts to Kirk looking really confused and that’s when I laugh so hard I spit out whatever I’m drinking.

Leila explains she’s met Spock before and that’s it’s been a long time since they’d seen each other. We learn more about their shared past when Sandoval and Leila have the room alone:

ELIAS: You've known the Vulcanian?

LEILA: On Earth, six years ago.

ELIAS: Did you love him?

LEILA: If I did, it was important only to myself.

ELIAS: How did he feel?

LEILA: Mister Spock's feelings were never expressed to me. It is said he has none to give.

ELIAS: Would you like him to stay with us now, to be as one of us?

LEILA: There is no choice, Elias. He will stay.

Oookay, that’s some creepy shit right there. It sounds like they’re going to kidnap Spock or something. And that’s kind of the general idea, actually.

Later, Leila finds Spock in a field of crops with his tricorder, trying to figure out how the colonists have survived. We get some further insight into her character through their conversation:

SPOCK: Nothing. Not even insects. Yet your plants grow, and you've survived exposure to Berthold rays.

LEILA: That can be explained.

SPOCK: Please do.

LEILA: Later. 

SPOCK: I have never understood the female capacity to avoid a direct answer to any question.

Uh, I don’t think that capacity is reserved to females, Spock.

LEILA: And I never understood you. Until now. There was always a place in here where no one could come. There was only the face you allow people to see. Only one side you'd allow them to know. 

Okay, you’re not wrong there, Leila, but that’s kind of his choice, y’know? And you may not know this, but Spock has shown more than one side of himself to Kirk others, just not to you, apparently. 

SPOCK: I would like to know how your people have managed to survive here.

LEILA: I missed you.

SPOCK: Logically, you should all be dead. 

Jesus, they’re both just talking right past each other, it’s hilarious. 

LEILA: If I tell you how we survived, will you try to understand how we feel about our life here? About each other?

SPOCK: Emotions are alien to me. I'm a scientist. 

I’m pretty sure I’ve used that line on men trying to hit on me.

LEILA: Someone else might believe that. Your shipmates, your Captain, but not me. Come.

And so Spock goes with her into the meadow, because science, I guess. Leila makes some rather bold assumptions in this conversation: 1) that she is the only person who understands Spock’s inner psyche, 2) that underneath his shields, Spock does possess a desire for her. Both of these assumptions seem a bit...far-fetched, don’t you think? Clearly, she doesn’t know Kirk and McCoy.

Now, I’m going to jump ahead and spoil this for you: the whole colony is actually alive because Leila discovered a parasitic plant whose spores inhabit an animal host and protect them from the radiation. It also puts the host in a constantly happy and content mood, which explains why the colonists seem like they’re buzzed on some narcotic all the time. I think this is an interesting concept, but it presents us with a problem: to what extent are Leila and the other colonists acting out of free will? We know from the above conversation that Leila wants Spock to get the spores, but is this the spores wanting a new host, or is this Leila wanting Spock to love her, or both? It’s never explained just how much influence the spores have over their host’s behaviors. It’s probably a mix of both. We don’t see Leila without the spores until her very last scene at the finale, so before then we can’t do a proper assessment of her character. When she leads Spock to the spores and gets him infected, is that a selfish act or the spores?

If she did it selfishly then I have a serious issue with her. Why the hell would you infect someone with alien spores without their consent? Yeah, I get that they’re protecting their hosts and shit but...you just shouldn’t do that! Especially someone like Spock, who has grown up in a culture of emotional control; to subject him to this kind of treatment just feels so wrong. We see that once the spores start taking over his mind, he’s writhing in pain on the ground. And Leila actually seems surprised by this:

LEILA: It shouldn't hurt.

SPOCK: No, I can't. Please, don't!

LEILA: Not like this. It didn't hurt us.

SPOCK: I am not like you.

Like, seriously, lady? You didn’t expect his mind to put up a fight?

Of course, this is all assuming Leila herself wants Spock to become infected because she figured it was the only way for him to love her. Like I said, the spores might have been responsible for all this, in which case she would be a passive player and innocent of the accusations in my rant. 

The spores eventually take over Spock’s mind and he embraces Leila, saying “I can love you.” Then they run off into the meadow to frolic, look at rainbows, and make out some more. An angry jealous Kirk finds them playing in a tree later on, and orders Spock to come with him back to the colony. Spock acquiesces, but not before exposing two more crew members to the spores. (Kirk somehow manages to avoid their fate.) 

After this Leila disappears from the screen for a while as we watch the rest of the Enterprise crew get taken over by the spores and mutiny. Kirk realizes that violent emotions like anger counteract the spores. He then provokes Spock to fight him, thus freeing him of the spores. Once the two of them succeed in freeing the rest of the crew, Spock has to confront Leila once more. He beams her up from the colony and meets her in the transporter room. She runs to him and hugs him, but she realizes immediately that something is wrong:

LEILA: You're no longer with us, are you? I felt something was wrong.

SPOCK: It was necessary.

LEILA: Come back to the planet with me. You can belong again. Come back with me, please.

SPOCK: I can't.

LEILA: I love you. I said that six years ago, and I can't seem to stop repeating myself. On Earth, you couldn't give anything of yourself. You couldn't even put your arms around me. We couldn't have anything together there. We couldn't have anything together anyplace else. We're happy here. (crying) I can't lose you now, Mister Spock. I can't.

SPOCK: I have a responsibility to this ship, to that man on the Bridge. I am what I am, Leila, and if there are self-made purgatories, then we all have to live in them. Mine can be no worse than someone else's.

LEILA: I have lost you, haven't I? And not only you, I've lost all of it. The spores. I've lost them, too.

KIRK: The Captain discovered that strong emotions and needs destroy the spore influence.

LEILA: And this is for my good? Do you mind if I say I still love you? You never told me if you had another name, Mister Spock.

SPOCK: You couldn't pronounce it.

And that’s the last we see of Leila Kalomi. I give Spock credit for trying to let her down easily. You can tell he is sympathetic to her distress. (Compare this scene to the one in Amok Time where Spock confronts Nurse Chapel in his quarters - they’re somewhat similar). Leila’s feelings of loss cause her to loose the spores, which allows us a few moments to see Leila without their influence, although it tells us very little about her. 

All in all, Leila Kalomi is...well, not a favorite character of mine. If you like her, I’m sorry. Add some comments to give her a defense, if you’d like. I just find more problems with her character the more I think about her actions. I suppose it could be argued that Spock did like her back, and was happy with her (”for the first time in my life I was happy”) but I think it could be argued just as easily that that isn’t really the case. 

So what do you think of Leila? Leave a like or comment, and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. I’m sorry this one took so long but with Tumblr collapsing in on itself and the holidays it was harder to get this one done. Thanks for reading! Next up: The Devil in the Dark!

[author-james-raisanen]

Personal Radio Station

For the longest time, at least 14 years that I can remember, I’ve wanted to be a radio personality. The problem with this is that I never knew how to get into it without being an unpaid/low-paid grunt doing work I don’t want to do.

Now, with the help of an insanely updated internet, I can do just that for free/very little money per month! However, I don’t want to start up a radio station without knowing that I’ll have at least a few people who will listen.

Just to give you an idea of what the station would be playing, I will show you a comprehensive list of just the music in my personal collection. Quite a few of these are actually from compilation albums, and thus I only have a few songs (maximum) for them. Others, however, I have full/nearly-full collections of.

If you are interested, please Like, Reblog, and/or Comment

A

ABC; Aborted; Ace of Base; Adiemus Singers; Adrenaline Mob; After the Fire; The Agonist; Alice in Chains; Alien Weaponry; All Out Mutiny (local); All Saints; All Shall Perish; All That Remains; Arch Enemy; Architects; Arsis; Arsonists Get All the Girls; The Art of Noise; As I Lay Dying; Atreus; Aurelio Voltaire; Austrian Death Machine; Avenged Sevenfold; Axewound

B

Behemoth; The Beloved; Belphegor; Benga; Betrayal; Between the Buried and Me; Beyond Atlas (local); Beyond Threshold; Big Bad Voodoo Daddy; The Birthday Massacre; The Black Dahlia Murder; Black Sabbath; Black Sun Empire; Black Veil Brides; Blood Stands Still; Blue Oyster Cult; Borgore; Born of Osiris; Breaking Benjamin; Bullet For My Valentine; Burning the Masses

C

C+C Music Factory; Cannibal Corpse; Ce Ce Peniston; Chase & Status; Chasing Shadows; Children of Bodom; Chrispy; CKY; Clannad; The Clash; Coal Chamber; Coheed and Cambria; Coki; Constance (local); Converge; Cookie Monsta; Creature Feature; The Crystal Method; Culture Club; Cusco; Cyberoptics

D

Daft Punk; Daladubs; Dansette Junior; Datsik; Dave Koz; David A. Stewart and Candy Dulfer; David Byrne; Death Angel; Deep Forest; Deftones; The Demonstration; Despised Icon; Destroy Rebuild Until God Shows; Dethklok; Devil Driver; Devo; Diablo Swing Orchestra; Diesel; The Dillinger Escape Plan; Disturbed; DJ Dado; Doctor P; Dog Traders; Downlink; Dr. Acula; Dr. Dre; Dr. Philth; The Dream Academy; Dropkick Murphys; Dubba Johnny; Duran Duran; Dwarves; Eluveitie; Embrace the End; Eminem; Endwell; Enigma; Ennio Morricone; Ensiferum; Enslaved; Enter Shikari; Entertainment System & The Megas; Enya; Everything But the Girl; Excision

F

The Faceless; The Faint; Falling From Fiction (local); Fates Warning; Fear Factory; Filter; Firewind; Five Finger Death Punch; The Fixx; Flobots; Flogging Molly; Flux Pavillion; Folk Death (local); The Future Sound of London

G

Geoffrey Oryema; George Benson; Ghost B.C.; The Ghost Inside; God Forbid; Godsmack; Gojira; Gorillaz; Groove Armada; Hoax; Hydrogyn

I

Impending Doom; In Light Of Us (local); In This Moment; Insane Clown Posse; Into Eternity; Intronaut; Iron Maiden; Isis; Isis & Aerogramme

J

Jan Hammer; Jean Michel Jarre; Jeff Loomis; Jeffrey Nothing; Jethro Tull; Jimi Hendrix; Jose Padilla; Journey; Julee Cruise; Juno Reactor

K

Kataklysm; Killswitch Engage; King Crimson; King Diamond; Kompressor (comedy, not EDM); Kongos; KoRn; Kottonmouth Kings; Krisiun

L

La Bouche; Lacuna Coil; Lamb of God; Lindsey Stirling; Linkin Park; Lisa Stansfield; Little Jinder; Londonbeat; Lords of Acid; Loreena McKennit; Los Del Rio; Lost Prophets; Lovage; Luna Mortis

M

Madness; Mark Isham; Massive Attack; Mastodon; Me First & the Gimme Gimmes; The Megas; Metallica; Michael Nyman; Mike Oldfield; The Miles Between; Mindless Self Indulgence; Moby; Modestep; Monster Magnet; Motorhead; Mr. Bungle; Mt. Eden; Mudvayne; Murderdolls; Mushroomhead

N

Nachtmystium; Naked Eyes; Nas & Damien Marley; Nero; Nightwish; Nine Inch Nails; No Mercy

O

The Ocean; The Orb; Orbital; Orphaned Land; Orwell (local-ish); OSI; Ottmar Liebert; Ozzy Osbourne

P

Papa Roach; A Perfect Circle; Periphery; Pink Floyd; Powerman 5000; Protest the Hero; Psycroptic

Q

Quad City DJ’s

R

Rammstein; Real McCoy; Requake; RIG TIME (local); Right Said Fred; Rob Zombie; Robert Miles; Rusko

S

Sacred Spirit; Sarah McLachlan; Seether; Serj Tankian; Shadows Fall; Silversun Pickups; Simon & Garfunkel; Simple Minds; Sneaker Pimps; Soft Cell; Sonic Syndicate; Speaker Eater (local); Spineshank; Stick To Your Guns; Stone Temple Pilots; Styx; Suffokate; Suicide Silence; Sunflower Dead; Syd Barrett

T

Tears For Fears; Tech N9ne; Technotronic; Teenagers (local); Terror; Testament; Three Days Grace; Tool; Triptykon; Trivium

U

Upon This Dawning

V

Van Canto; Vanilla & Lucia (personal friends); Veil of Maya; Volbeat

W

Wang Chung; Warbringer; Warrel Dane; We Came As Romans; “Weird Al” Yankovic; Whitechapel; William Orbit; Winds of Plague; Wrath of the Girth (local)

Y

Yanni; Yeha-Noha

Z

Zonaria

[galra-druid]

Mobile Master Post

Here’s all the general info you’ll need for this blog in a post for easy reading on mobile, a mirror of my information page save for the FAQ, Tags, and Connections sections.

Rules & Guidelines

General Rules

This is a side blog. All follows/likes/asks will come from Ash-mun. I prefer to have all of my RP blogs on one blog separate from my main account for organization purposes.

The usual: Read rules, avoid godmoding and metagaming. We're human, mistakes happen and things are forgotten but please do keep these things in mind and keep reading!

Respect the line between IC and OOC. If you can't understand that the actions and thoughts of a muse are separate from the reality of who the mun is or what they believe? Please don't interact with me.

This blog is semi-selective. That means I'm selective with who I follow, but welcome all in my ask box unless otherwise tagged on a post. I am open to giving anyone a chance to RP. I'll give you a heads up if I don't think we'll mesh.

OC, Multi-ship, Multi-fandom friendly. I'm here for the interaction and seeing what sort of stories our muses can create.

I do not ERP. I am 300% okay with discussing sexual headcanons, having my muse engage in sexual situations behind the scenes, writing sexual drabbles, or such but I will not smut with other RPers.

Mun and muse are over 21+ I'm okay with interacting with muns who are under 18, but I refuse to do anything bordering on the sexual with an underage mun/muse.

No formatting required for me, as long as I can read it? We're good.

I'm up for any sort of RP length, but I'm prone to lengthier posts as a whole. No, you don't need to match my posts. I'm here for quality, not quantity.

If it's been over a week and you haven't seen a response to a thread? Please remind me of it! I try to keep track of all my threads, but sometimes things get lost in the shuffle.

I am not a meme source. Please don't use me as a source of RP memes, it's a pet peeve of mine.

Tag request: NSFW Please tag your NSFW posts as simply NSFW. I often browse in public and Tumblr's default tag system is how I block this content.

I unfollow for the following reasons, if you're curious as to why it might happen: Untagged smut, not trimming threads, untagged OOC spam, blogs who give no indication of wanting to actively engage, using me only as a source of RP memes (This'll most likely get a soft block).

I'm not on here every day and reply in batches. I'm prone to do most of my writing in chunks when work is calmer, thus I queue my responses so the dash isn't spammed.I have a job that drains my energy, so more often than not when I'm home? I'm zoning out with games/tv/art over writing anything. I have to reiterate that work is mentally draining along with all my fun chronic issues, so there will be chunks of time where I simply can't muster the energy for writing. If you're looking for someone lurking here constantly with rapid fire responses? It isn't me.

Non-RP related but, if you promote transphobia, homophobia, sexism, racism, or anything harmful that falls under general discrimination laws? Fuck off. Problematic characters and baddies are fine and dandy as long as you're not celebrating any of the above through your character.

VLD Specific Rules

No shipping with underage muses, I'm not comfortable shipping a legal adult with a child.

Please tag your ships. There are some VLD ships I'm not into, and I suspect the same is true of others. Tag those ships with the universal ship tags and I'll do likewise!

Yes, non-RP blogs can follow.

Yes, my headcanons and artwork can be reblogged.

I'm not interested in fandom drama. I don't care about the shipping feuds, petty RP squabbles or any such thing. I'm here to write, thank you.

Voltron: Legendary Defenders Season 6 spoilers will be on this blog. I'm slow to watch new episodes when they drop, so no one following the series will be spoiled but- If you haven't watched anything yet? This blog will spoil content!

Biography

General Stats

Alias: Osera

Birth Name: Unknown

Race: Altean/Galra

Age: 18

Height/Weight: 5"8'/140 lbs

Build: Pear shaped

Hair Color: Yellow-white

Eye Color: Yellow glow

Skin Tone: Lavender

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual

Homeworld: Unknown

Relatives: Unknown

Occupation: Druid

Weapons: Dagger

Strength: ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆

Agility: ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆

Intelligence: ★★★★★★★★☆

Magic Abilities:

Quintessence Absorption/Transfer

Phase Shifting

Chameleon Shifting

Energy Lightning

Telekenisis

Overview

An assumed orphan raised within the Galra Empire as one of Haggar's Druids, Osera has lived a life in obscurity behind a mask and robes knowing nothing about her true parentage and past and nothing beyond glory for the Galra Empire.

Personality

Positives/Virtues/Skills: Loyal, soft spoken, hard to anger, driven to serve the Empire, solitary and finds no issue with isolation, studious,inquisitive

Flaws/Weaknesses: Black and white morality, neuroticism and easily overwhelmed by outside stimuli, indecisive without an authority figure

Likes: Quiet spaces, cavernous ships and settlements, secret Space Mall visits, exotic and/or spicy foods

Dislikes: Overtly loud places due to her sensitive ears, unease in natural places due to a lack of time in them, the bland food she gets on ship

Dreams/Ambitions: Furthering her training to the point of mastering her Druid powers, discovering the identity of her parents.

Fears: The current state of the Galra Empire and what is to become of it. Osera doesn't know who to trust or what faction to turn to as being a Druid puts her in the cross-hairs of many. A general unease in the wilderness as Osera has next to no survival skills planet side as she’s never needed them. Osera has never been in a body of water larger than a tub, thus even the concept of an ocean scares her. She doesn’t exactly know how to.

History

Childhood/Family Life: Osera has only memories of foster parents within the Galra Empire, raising her for a brief time before she was transferred off for training as a Druid due to her magic potential.

Education: Osera has been training under the Galra Empire as a Druid to serve under Zarcon for almost as long as she can remember along with typical education for a Galran youth. Life to Osera has been a constant drive for self improvement to serve the Galra Empire better. Being a reserved child that carried over to her teenage years, Osera has kept her head down with little to speak of as far as incidents of note go. Her late teen years saw a ramping up in more combat oriented training typical for Galra soldiers, but it was a place Osera faltered as she leans heavily on her Druid abilities. Still, such training did eventually gain her a promotion from a stint on a Space Hub converting quintessence to one serving on Lord Zarkon’s ship itself.

Combat Prowess

Weapon of Choice: Osera has some training with a simple dagger, but nothing to really speak of as it seems to be more a ceremonial accessory as oppose to a true weapon.

Physical/Magical Strengths: Her true strength is with her Druid abilities with not much to speak of with general hand to hand combat beyond that of an average person.

Physical/Magical Weaknesses: Osera isn't exactly the physically strongest creature about, nor is she well versed in true physical combat. Constant use of her magic abilities drains Osera unless she has a quintessence source at hand.

Verses & AUs

Season Specific Verses: These tags are specific for plots either happening during the actions of that particular season or right after with the intent of staying in line with canon. For the majority of the seasons, Osera is living on Lord Zarkon's flag ship in service to Haggar. She keeps up with Druidic studies along with interrogating prisoners and aiding in quintessence conversion. Once Zarkon passes, Osera follows tradition and serves under the one who won the Kral-Zera. Once Lotor goes missing, her fate is up in the air at the start of S7.

No Sanctuary - Fugitive Verse:  At the death of Lord Zarkon by his own son, the Galra Empire is in upheval with a Kral Zera on the horizon to determine the new leader of the Galra. During this time, Haggar's Druids are left to their own devices but since the collective was never truly a part of the Empire and all are considered the Witches' minions? They are slaughtered wholesale as creatures never to be trusted.Osera manages to escape during this chaos and finds herself adrift in a galaxy she knows little about. She's left any Druid guise far behind and seeks to blend in as nothing of interest to anyone, hoping to avoid the Galra's faction scuffle.

His Faithful Follower - Lotor’s Empire Verse : Once Price Lotor wins the Kral-Zera and cements his claim as the rightful ruler of the Galra Empire. A new era begins where Lotor wishes to usher in peace for the entire universe with the help of Voltron and its Paladins. Sendak may be trying to sow mutiny and win Galra to his side, but with Lotor Osera has found a safe haven as a half-breed. She is uncertain of what the future will bring, but believes in Lotor's plan to unite the universe.

A Sharpened Blade - Blade of Marmora Verse : Lord Zarkon's death at the hands of his own son was enough to shake Osera out of her complacent life as a Druid. She no longer can blindly follow orders at the bidding of Haggar and finds no welcoming place within the evolving Empire for a Druid such as herself. The unrest that followed Lord Zarkon's death revealed the true state of the universe and Osera can no longer sit idly by while everything breaks apart. She first ventured out on her own before gaining a lead to the Blades of Marmora and after proving herself, she's taking up training as one.

A Softer Purple - No War AU : The tragedy of Honerva's poisoning and resulting death never comes to pass. The brilliant Altean alchemist harnesses and contains the ever growing space rift on the Galra's home planet, along with taming quintessence. Voltron continues to be a force for good within the universe, spreading the Altean message of good faith far and wide as various species venture further in space.The Garrison is now a place where students from many planets of origin study and brush up on space travel. Osera is a student enlisted there, having grown up on Earth all her life with her parents.

Courtly Vices - Royalty AU : Set in a fantasy realm, the Galra Empire, Druid Collective, and Voltron Paladins are their own respective factions trying to mediate peace. Formerly, the Druid Collective was a close ally with the Galra Empire but the antics of Prince Lotor has brought unrest between the factions. To obtain a better foothold and stabilize their power, the Druid Collective has bartered one of their own Druids off as a bride to the Yellow Paladin. Osera finds herself wed to a stranger and none too happy about it.

[stormbreaker101]

ALRIGHTY!

I decided to reblog instead of send it as an ask bc character limit will get in the way no matter how much i try to condense

So, her name is Fair Sarah Paisley, and she’s a Witchdoctor who was raised in Krokotopia. I’ll reveal how her parents died later for dramatic effect. She is my first P101 character. I made her on my independent account years ago and abandoned her after she couldn’t get into Jonah Town (I bought the other 2 Rat ghosts’ quests with crowns, and couldn’t afford any farther).

The way she and her crew remember it, Jonah Town had locked metal gates that the crew couldn’t climb over, get around, or destroy (without risking killing the whale and everyone who lived on Jonah Town)

Frustrated, Sarah and her crew tried to find answers. The crew was more focused on trying to find Ratbeard without the aid of the people in Jonah Town, while Sarah was intent on trying to find a way into Jonah Town.

You know that saying like “trying the same thing over and over and expecting different results is the definition of insanity”? And how being ‘mad’ is another word for being insane? Yeah. Sarah... did not end up the most stable of mind.

Her crew slowly abandoned her, believing it useless to persist. They’ll find someone else who could possibly help them with their personal goals.

This is where I mention Sarah’s parent’s fate. They died to mutiny. That was a random choice I made years ago when I first made her, unaware of the story. Sarah’s crew, in a sense, also mutinied, though not in a violent manner. Funny how she and her parents suffered similar fates, when a huge motif of the game’s story is about the player finishing the destiny their parents laid out to them.

Now, here’s where things get meta. And where I need to sidetrack a lot. Therefore, I’m putting it under the cut.

Pirate101 canonically happens around the same time as Wizard101. After all, there’s the (contradicting) overlaps in Mooshu with Malistaire and Marleybone with Gracie.

For my main Pirate, Dirk, I didn’t yet know that. I constructed their story as I was playing the game for reals, and I had their adventures take place after Arc 2 because of the fellas in Xol Akmul.

Because I made Sarah years before Dirk, perhaps their positions in time could be separated as well. Sarah is the Pirate in the canon games, and Dirk is the Pirate in Corrupted Spiral.

If she ever meets Dirk, she’s going to be absolutely furious for 3 reasons:

1) Bonnie, her dearest friend, went and joined another crew, and fucking CHANGED HER COLORS to match them. (It certainly adds insult to injury that Sarah’s colors were two tones of pink and Dirk’s are red and white. It’s like the colors were INTENTIONALLY related. They weren’t, but Sarah is furious and ready to throw blame)

2) Dirk is allied with Ratbeard, the villain that Sarah went mad trying to chase after.

3) Dirk stole her goddamn destiny. Lasko was HERS to avenge, not THEIRS. Somehow in the many years between her losing her crew and her meeting Dirk, perhaps she learns that the Spiral is a game world. She was supposed to be a player of the game. She was supposed to be the main character! The hero! Not this... NPC upstart! The name they go by isn’t even the name that floats above their goddamn head! What the fuck kind of name is ‘Dirk’, all Sarah can see is ‘Ruthless Jesse Gerard’!

As for Bonnie herself, as the only shared crewmate between Sarah and Dirk... well, let’s just say that by the time she met Dirk, she’d repressed her memory of Sarah, never voiced the deja vu she felt while Dirk avenged Lasko and his friends, and only internally questioned why she was so relieved Jonah Town’s gates were wood.

VALLLLLL I WANNA RAMBLE TO U ABOUT 3 MINOR PITTY OCS I HAVE BUT IVE GOT CLASS SOON AND I DONT WANNA GO OVER ASK CHAR LINIT. SO UH. PICK ONE AND ILL RAMBLE ABOUT EM LATER.

DIRK'S MOM MIRIAM

DIRK'S DAD THEODORE

SOME RANDOM KID WHO SUFFERED THE GAME'S PAYWALL

HELLO LEAHHHHH i was a bit busy today so i finally got to answer this n_n!!

I MUST ADMIT... THE RANDOM KID WITH THE PAYWALL IS INTERESTING love the idea of breaking the fourth wall like that... or whatever it may be :0

[thesweetnessofspring]

🌈

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

Hard to narrow down just one and I think every writer can agree each one is a different labor of love. I'm not sure how readers perceive how hard I worked on something, but without a doubt the hardest and deepest fic I've ever worked on is a lover's desire is mutiny. It was marinating in my brain for three years and then I spent three months writing 10k words. I had all four Hunger Games books and Working on a Song scattered over my bed, each album pulled up on YouTube/Spotify and several different slime tutorials for Hadestown pulled up. I was actually physically exhausted from writing it and had to post it so I didn't get stuck in an editing loop. The beginning was fairly easy (Katniss/Eurydice echo Peeta/Orpheus really well) but it got harder incorporating Snow/Hades and Lucy Gray/The Fates/Persephone. I might go back and edit it when I finish Act II at some point, but I won't be too hard on myself considering how much Anais Mitchel wrote and rewrote Hadestown to make it work.

From Let's Get Real Fic Writer Asks (send an ask or reblog to answer yourself!)

[dreams-of-delirium]

Noir was quiet, eyeing Mary silently. No hint of emotion. Just staring straight at her.

“…Hello, Miss Mary.” His tone was the same monotonous tone from earlier. “Where I come from is unimportant, and not worth sharing. I hope you can understand.”

He noticed the three-eyed man coming over, looking at him. He was quiet, observing her before nodding, turning to face him. “I take no offense, Mister Aaron. It is nice to meet you three.”

He bowed gently to them, keeping his cold, distant expression. Just what was this strange man here for>

“Well… this is interesting.”

A black haired man looked up, then around him. His surroundings didn’t catch his eye, no. What caught his eye was who was in front of him.

“You are?”

“…”

The woman in front of him didn’t immediately answered his question and only stare as to examine him with only her eye but in the end answered him.

“You may call Nurse Erie. Could you kindly provide me with your name, Sir? Also… are you a patient seeking medical assistance or simply lost and in need of guidance?”

At least now he knows where he is, apparently a hospital giving there is a gothic nurse in front of him and asking him those questions, not as if it was hard to figure out anyway.

…It's kind of ironic to have an undead nurse working in a hospital.

[dreams-of-delirium]

Noir walked quietly, almost like he wasn’t even paying attention. His gaze was wandering everywhere. The sights and sounds didn’t seem to catch his fancy, though…

At the other’s question, he raised a brow, looking down at her. While he didn’t say yes, he didn’t say no either…

“…My name is Noir. That is the most important thing you need to know about me. Where I come from is unimportant.”

No identifying features, a plain coat and no symbols anywhere. This was harder than she thought it would be. His face was emotionless, no sign of fear or disdain. What did he think of her question?

“Well… this is interesting.”

A black haired man looked up, then around him. His surroundings didn’t catch his eye, no. What caught his eye was who was in front of him.

“You are?”

“…”

The woman in front of him didn’t immediately answered his question and only stare as to examine him with only her eye but in the end answered him.

“You may call Nurse Erie. Could you kindly provide me with your name, Sir? Also… are you a patient seeking medical assistance or simply lost and in need of guidance?”

At least now he knows where he is, apparently a hospital giving there is a gothic nurse in front of him and asking him those questions, not as if it was hard to figure out anyway.

…It's kind of ironic to have an undead nurse working in a hospital.

[dreams-of-delirium]

He observed her quietly, staring blankly as she spoke. Once she was done, he was still silent. It could make one wonder if he had even listened at a-

“Sure.”

Maybe he didn’t… Oh well. He began to walk to her, standing next to her.

“Lead the way, Ms Erie.”

He looked around, quietly musing to himself. He was unconcerned about her intentions.

“Well… this is interesting.”

A black haired man looked up, then around him. His surroundings didn’t catch his eye, no. What caught his eye was who was in front of him.

“You are?”

“…”

The woman in front of him didn’t immediately answered his question and only stare as to examine him with only her eye but in the end answered him.

“You may call Nurse Erie. Could you kindly provide me with your name, Sir? Also… are you a patient seeking medical assistance or simply lost and in need of guidance?”

At least now he knows where he is, apparently a hospital giving there is a gothic nurse in front of him and asking him those questions, not as if it was hard to figure out anyway.

…It's kind of ironic to have an undead nurse working in a hospital.