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vaguely-concerned · 5 years ago

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Some more mass effect andromeda thinky thoughts as I run around heleus getting some achievements!

- the murderous angaran ai is genuinely so fucking funny. “How are you feeling here on Aya?” “I hope you die” “Is there anything we could do to make you more comfortable?” “BURY THIS PLANET UNDER FIRE AND ASH” “o.oookay. Goodbye then.” “I HATE you.”

- I hope I never become irresistibly moved to write mass effect andromeda fic b/c there really is no other description for a good 70% of the expressions reyes makes than :> and how could one capture that in words

- as mentioned I’ve been doing a bit of achievement hunting and in the process I’ve been switching up a lot of gameplay stuff from how I handled it the first few times around and let me tell you it’s baller as fuuuuuuuuuck -- it just looks so awesome and is so satisfying between the maneuverability of the jetpack and biotic charge and the effects. special shoutout to what happens if you biotic charge a frozen victim enemy and the biotic pull/push combination. (throwing people around like ragdolls is actually so much fun I’ve kept doing it even after I unlocked the achievement lol)

- lol lol when you get meridian online there’s the montage of every planet coming back to life, right? well the one on kadara is from inside kralla’s song, with umi looking out at everything that’s happening. and all I can imagine is her jaded-ass voice going ‘what the fUCK did that asshole kid do now I only just cleaned up after the bar brawl he started with his krogan grandpa and now he’s rearranging the entire fucking planet right from under us goddess I need a drink’

- the implication that reyes ‘cards so close to my chest you won’t even know I’m playing’ vidal just does not shut up about how amazing ryder is to anyone who’ll listen gives me so much life. when you try to be mysterious and laidback but the human pathfinder is so fucking cute tho Y____Y (also go watch his scenes if you’re being standoffish with him the entire time -- he clearly wants ryder to like him so much right from the beginning, he’s doing so much work to no avail and I feel sort of bad for how funny I find it haha. interesting that it really does seem to be an emotional thing as well as y’know the practical/tactical benefits of having the pathfinder on his side. methinks the charlatan might be a bit lonely there behind all his masks lol)

I think this is why I’m willing to give him some benefit of the doubt too, despite all the cloak and dagger stuff -- he’s so immediately drawn to ryder, who you can never make a bad person, really. something in him must respond to that, if potentially only in the ‘attracted to traits I do not possess myself’ way hahaha

- I love sam. so so much. some of the open world implementation is still grating (yes sam. yes I know I can mine this area for resources through my mining interface. we’ve been doing this for a hundred hours sam. you’ve been right here with me the entire time sam. please sam), but he’s SUCH a good and I’d argue underutilized concept (emotionally at least) and the best boy. the fact that he can get SARCASTIC on you fsdhfjsadh he’s growing and learning! he’s doing so from inside your brain which is kind of unsettling but also SO COOL! there’s something about that level of intimacy, of always knowing there will be someone there with you in your head that is super interesting and deserves to be examined more fully -- both how it could be comforting and how it’s r e a l l y not how people or ai are generally designed to work lol.

he also gives us a unique link with our dad and I wonder if the writers would have explored that in more depth if there’d been more development time -- it practically SCREAMS out an invitation to get to play/see things from alec’s POV in short bursts, like the memories you unlock except you could go through playing it as him since sam is common to both of us. (see my ‘our dad comes back through either kett or remnant nonsense in the sequel and we need to find some way to connect with him’ idea. it would be. amazing. listen alec already looked at the ethical guidelines involved in creating ai and went ‘huh interesting ideas but not for me thanks!’, don’t tell me he wouldn’t have left some loophole in so this could happen)

- reyes literally says ‘the cavalry’s here’ when we get to meridian and I for one love him more than words can express (he also asks us if we’re okay in sort of a sweet/worried way right before we get to the control room. aw buddy)

- like we don’t think of them like that because we’re in control of them and see all the stumbles and awkwardness and how young they are all the time, but damn the ryder twins must look like something else to everyone in andromeda haha. they literally stride around like demigods restoring entire planets. on voeld spring non-metaphorically follows in their footsteps. shit dude if we’re talking realpolitik here the angara must feel p r e t t y nervous about this -- there’s no one saying they can’t turn off the vaults as easily as they turned them on. I hope we get them somehow teaching the angara how to do it too, on a smaller scale at least, as a show of good faith or something in a sequel, because that power imbalance is disconcerting

- I’m glad sam and I have such similar priorities whenever we’re on kadara. ‘maybe mr vidal would know. perhaps we should ask mr vidal about this. mr vidal said something relating to this pathfinder maybe we should speak to him’ . yeah sam i know the feeling, same (it does undeniably read as sam having a bit of a crush which is. hilarious?)

- the fact that alec ryder thought ellen responded to his bad boy act in any way when what really charmed her was that he was a great big nerd <3 it’s kind of nice to see a fictional marriage that seems to have just been. nice and stable and chill? just two intellectual equals who like and respect each other very much and not a lot of drama until alec went full alec and started developing rogue ai instead of watching his wife die lol. again I would love for the sequel to involve ellen finally waking up and being like ‘death? trying to claim MY husband? I do not think so, I can die he can’t he’s not leaving me behind’ and helping out and you realize that the reason they were soulmates was that under the relatively rational and unemotional surface they’re both, at heart, batshit crazy mad scientists who are insanely devoted to each other. imagine it tho! the people of andromeda realize alec ryder is back from the dead somehow and doing some Shit out there, they put a ton of resources into curing ellen’s disease because their best shot is something to do with the implants she made, hey presto we’ve got all ryders on the board and in play.

- just want to make it clear that I’m still sad about avitus rix and hope he’s having a good day

- do you think ryder ever asks sam to read something to him ‘aloud’ in his head if he’s anxious and can’t sleep. or just to talk at him about something boring until he nods off. again the possibilities inherent in the concept!!! he has someone who’s closer to him than any other person could be, what’s that like?

- *me sticking to my sidewinder pistol the whole playthrough even though it’s laughably inefficient* I just wanna feel like a cowboy bioware please work with me here

- the male ryder voice actor has such amazing comedic timing, there’s a lot of reaction stuff out in the field he absolutely nails. I enjoy the female voice too and I like how much emotion she manages to convey towards the end of the game especially, but there’s a casual comedy in male ryder’s voice that can’t be beat. (well, it’s not hawke levels, but then nothing ever is, that’s too much to ask)

- I love vorn and kesh so much. nerd krogans unite & make out

- I still want to sit peebee down and have a long serious talk with her about emotional abuse, maybe give her a hug :( fuck kalinda

- this game does not get enough credit for how stunningly beautiful it is, it all got buried under criticism about the animations and it’s a fucking shame. the last few vaults you go through are just mindboggling in scale and visual uh striking-ness. it makes me so sad to think there won’t be any more of it D:

- I really like this mainly casual + logical dialogue options ryder I’ve found; it makes him sound like a younger and more irreverent version of his father, but also softer and less closed off and much more willing to show affection for his family especially.

- i wonder if different people’s individual SAMs will take on a certain tone/unique pattern when they’ve coexisted long enough. have I mentioned. how much I want a sequel to this game

- one last reyes note because don’t look at me okay -- I wonder how much we’re meant to read into ‘being honorable never got me anywhere’. on the one hand I’m fully prepared to believe he’s never even tried doing anything the honorable way in his entire life lol but on the other there’s also some interesting potential in the interplay of that sentence and ‘to be someone’. (there seems to be a deep fear in him both of powerlessness and of being truly seen/recognized -- he equates secrecy with safety pretty explicitly -- which seems... telling? of what I don’t know but telling all the same hahaha) like he might be saying he’s tried doing things the ‘right’ way and it didn’t work and the price was too high, so he just went for this instead with the ends low-key justifying the means. hmmm. :Ia (this is what happens when I get Attached to a character with like an hour of screentime my friends, and I’m already primed to give my entire heart away at the sound of nicholas boulton’s voice)

#mass effect #mass effect andromeda #I'm sorry about this my brain just won't shut up about this suddenly so here we go #reyes vidal #meta

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thinkingaboutrwby · 6 years ago

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RWBY Theory: Nicholas Schnee (Weiss’ grandfather) was an incarnation of Ozma

Feel free to disagree with me, but I have the sneaking suspicion that Nicholas Schnee, Weiss’ maternal grandfather and the founder of Schnee Dust Company may have been on of Ozma’s incarnations. I don’t have a lot of information to go off of, but from what I do know about Nicholas Schnee, there’s a good amount of compelling evidence to back up my theory.

Let’s start at the basics shall we? Who was Nicholas Schnee? Well the following information is paraphrased from The World of Remnant: The Schnee Dust Company so its all canon.

Nicholas Schnee was born right after the Great War in Remnant ended. He attended Atlas Academy, and using his own meager inheritance and knowledge he discovered new Dust mines in Atlas and founded the Schnee Dust Company. The Dust Company stabilized Atlas (formerly Mantle’s) economy, which had been damaged as Mantle’s natural resources had been depleted from war and over-consumption. Originally the Schnee Dust Company, was reputable and trustworthy (unlike it is in the present). Schnee personally ran mining expeditions, and workers rights were cared for. Working in the mines, however, caused Schnee some health issues. As a result, he died of health complications, and his son-in-law, (that buttface) Jacques Schnee managed to convice Nicholas to let him inherit the company.

So why was Ozma Jacques Schnee?

Well, logically, Jacques impact on the culture, military, and politics of Remnant seemed to REALLY support Ozma’s task for humanity and his personally added on goal of defeating Salem. The Schnee Dust Company, firstly, creates political and social peace. How? Well, Remnant’s Great War is vaguely reminiscent of World War I in the sense that it started as a relatively minor dispute (in our world the Serbian rebels assainating Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria-Hungary, and for Remnant the conflict between Vale and Mantle over colonizing the Vytal Islands) and turning to a full scale global war. If we take that similarity and extend it to Remnant, Remnant should have had a World War I and a World War II to match, but why didn’t it? The answer is: Ozma. Canonicaly, we know he was involved in fair political peacemaking strategies as the King of Vale (Woodrow Wilson-ing things up in Remnant), but that fails to address other issues that could create conflict in the future. Economics is one of the main creators of conflict, and as a result of the war (as I mentioned earlier) Mantle had depleted its few resources. Finding the Schnee Dust Company strengthened political ties between Atlas and the rest of Remnant. Globalization is one of the best ways to maintain stability. So, the Schnee Dust Company united mankind. How else did it aid Ozma’s mission? Well, Dust is ancient magic left over from before the Gods left Remnant, and it aids fighting against Grimm. So, basically, he equipped hunters and huntresses across Remnant to better fight Grimm hence getting rid of Salem’s force and better protecting the relics in the Huntsmen Academies.

I admit this seems a bit loose. It COULD be a coincidence with just the above analysis, but there’s more canon information to analyze for this theory. In Volume 6 Chapter 3, we see some of Ozma’s incarnations as Jinn tells his story. The last one shown, the one who learns that he cannot defeat Salem. Here’s his picture:

So, to me he looks like a business man. Oz is rocking a stache, a suit and tie... Sure that’s pretty generic, but when we think of business-y people, who do we think of? The Schnee Dust Company. Additionally, we know this incarnation exists between the King of Vale and Ozpin. Why? Well, the relic appears to be locked up safe. The relic had to be pretty secure, which means it was likely in the school vault in Mistral (I’m willing to debate this point, however). The guy also looks like he could bare a family resemblance to Weiss. He’s got palish skin and light blue eyes, a traits of the Schnee family. Nicholas’ name also sort of fits the Oz name scheme as the “Oz” sound is present in the last syllable of Nicholas.

Additionally, Ozma’s realization of Salem’s immortality sits well with some logic about Nicholas Schnee’s characterization. At the end of his life, the businessman suffered from illness and made the poor decision to let Jacques succeed him in leading the company. Well, what if Nicholas wasn’t debilitated by illness but a crisis in hope? If Nicholas was an incarnation of Ozma, he would be stricken and extremely distracted by Jinn’s revelation about Salem. This could have Nicholas to act rashly. He could have overworked himself in the mines, falling ill, and with his mind on Salem, given Jacques control of the company.

(Edit: An issue with the point that the businessman is Ozma as Nicholas Schnee was brought up by harpo-groucho in the comments. Essentially, I forgot Ozma had all the relics as King of Vale. So, the business man probably isn’t Nicholas Schnee. However, this doesn’t necessarily mean Ozma wasn’t Nicholas Schnee, mainly that the incarnation we were shown wasn’t. Thank you harpo-groucho for the clarification!)

There’s also some evidence linking Ozma to Nicholas Schnee outside of the story of RWBY. It lies in who Nicholas is based on: Saint Nicholas - or Santa Claus as Santa Claus.

At the basis of the figure of Santa Claus or Saint Nicholas (it doesn’t matter which one), is the concept of gift giving. Santa Claus gives gifts to children. Nicholas Schnee gave the gift of dust tor Remnant. Ozma protects the Gods’ gifts and gave the maidens his own magical gifts. However. there are more uncanny connections to Ozma and Good Ol’ Saint Nicholas.

Saint Nicholas was actually a bishop in what is now modern day Turkey. In the Catholic Church, he is the patron saint of a bunch of things including sailors, merchants, archers, repentant thieves, children, brewers, pawnbrokers. He’s essentially a jack of all trades; he’s taken up a lot of roles, like Ozma. Saint Nicholas is also known to have performed many miracles, earning him the title “The Wonderworker” (the Wizard of Oz, or Ozpin is also regarded as “wonderful” in the movie). The most famous story about Saint Nicholas is of when he gifted three sisters with bags of gold as their family was poor and unable to pay their dowries. Ozma also gifted a group of four sisters canonically in the Story of the Four Maidens. As a bishop, Nicholas also carried a staff, kind of like Ozma’s staff or Ozpin’s cane.

I’m aware that this theory isn’t perfect. Like, why didn’t Weiss recognize her grandfather in Jinn’s vision. Well, I guess that can be explained as maybe she saw pictures of her grandfather when he was older or in paintings which could be unreliable. (Edit: marithlizard also mentioned that Ozma would consider Weiss as his grandaughter. I can see that argument, but I would like the point out that Ozma has been reincarnating for thousands of years and has probably learned to better move on from one life to another. He may have an internal struggle over considering Weiss his granddaughter, but this is Ozpin we’re talking about. He’s REALLY good at keeping stuff hidden. I guess Jinn would have brought it up when Ruby asked her question, but also I don’t think Ozpin was hellbent on hiding he was related to Weiss compared to the other things he was hiding like Salem, the relics, magic, etc. Thank you for your point though marithlizard! It was fun to think about!) This is a small flaw in the grander scheme of things, however. I for one, am pretty confident in this theory (80% sure). However, if it never gets discussed in RWBY I’ll just keep it as headcanon in my brain.

Bye! Please feel free to reply with your thoughts on this theory or reblog if you find this sufficiently interesting to debate about.

#rwby #rwby theory #weiss schnee #rwby ozpin #ozpin #rwby ozma #ozma #schnee dust company #rwby volume 6 #rwby volume 7

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anghraine · 5 years ago

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pro patria, chapters 8-14

And more Chaucer meme-GW2 fic (though with fewer footnotes)

title: pro patria (8-14/?) stuff that happens: Althea questions the guests at Minister Wi's party and faces the consequences. verse: Ascalonian grudgefic characters/relationships: Althea Fairchild, Lord Faren, Countess Anise, Logan Thackeray; Julius Zamon, Madeline Zamon, Reth, others; Althea & Faren, Althea & Anise, Althea & Logan chapters: 1-7

EIGHT 1 Minister Wi greeted me with nothing short of delight. “Your name has been on everyone’s lips lately! Your presence honours me.” I doubted that my name had been on anyone’s lips; maybe the hero of Shaemoor, though. “Fights have a way of finding me,” I admitted. “Ah, if this city had a few more brave souls like you,” he told me, beaming, “the Charr would withdraw from Ascalon.” Oh, if only. 2 The minister’s wife fawned over me, which was far less pleasant than it sounded. She bombarded me with questions and compliments while the clock ticked on, and never said anything about Zamon. “I shall speak with my husband about securing you a position!” “Thank you, my lady, but please don’t bother on my account,” I said, and fled to the banquet tables. It was difficult to speak to the servants without drawing attention, but I managed it; most of them resolutely had nothing to say, just directing me to the cook, but one girl whispered that Lord Faren was (still) pining after Baroness Jasmina, while the baroness only seemed interested in—me! I suppressed a flicker of interest. I’d always liked Jasmina, and she was very pretty, but some things mattered more. 3 Faren, as if summoned by the thought, then strolled in from the east courtyard. When he caught sight of me, he grinned widely and waved, transparent as ever. I couldn’t help laughing and waving back; he might be a fool, but he was a loyal, good-natured one, and I had no intention of giving up a lifetime of friendship for a casual acquaintance’s infatuation. I headed across the room, still smiling, and found him healthy and immaculate. “There’s my heroic friend—say, could you hold off on the acts of valour for a bit?” he said, and promptly followed it with a tight embrace that lifted my feet right off the ground and just about smothered me to death in his cravat. I didn’t mind that much; it was Faren-ish for I missed you. He set me back down again with flawless grace and total disregard for how it might look to the others, then returned to his main concern: “Makes it hard to strike up a conversation with a pretty lass when she only wants to talk about you!” 4 Several minutes later, Faren was still monologuing: “I’ve been dying to speak with Baroness Jasmina all night, but she keeps talking about you and won’t believe we’re friends!” He looked deeply offended. “Can you believe that?” I could, honestly—we must seem an incongruous duo—but it was indeed very inaccurate. “Would you put in a good word for me?” he asked. All right, my plans for the evening had not involved smoothing Faren’s current road to romance, but he had said that he’d picked up some information, and—well, it was Faren. “Anything for an old friend,” I said warmly, and he hugged me again. 5 As soon as I greeted her, Jasmina gasped, her eyes wide; for once, Faren hadn’t exaggerated. “I was telling Lady Madeline I didn’t know if you would make it,” she said, “but here you are! I’m almost breathless.” No almost about it, but I forged on. “A good friend of mine said I should speak with you.” Doubtfully, she said, “Do you mean Lord Faren?” “Assuredly,” I told her, and not quite lying, went on, “He’s been my stalwart companion in all kinds of adventures!” 6 Within little more than a minute, I had Jasmina asking me to give Faren her regards. I gladly escaped her (and her definitely breathless maid) and headed back to my equally ridiculous friend. “Kormir strike me if she didn’t look impressed,” he whispered. “You’re a true friend!” “Think nothing of it,” I said, and then pressed on, “So what was it you wanted to tell me?” Remarkably, he managed to summarize; he remembered that I’d suspected a minister back when we cleared the bandit caves, and had since confirmed the suspicion, which sounded very competent. I eyed him skeptically. 7 “I was out with a, ah, a lady friend,” Faren explained (I rolled my eyes), “and I saw him leaving the woods near Gibson Portage. Alone, and most suspiciously!” “You’re certain he was alone?” I asked; those woods were seething with people, if not the sort that a minister (or Faren) would ordinarily condescend to notice. “He was dressed for a dinner party and sauntering through the woods like he was at a ball,” said Faren, and there I did trust his judgment. “Might that help your investigation?” I met his grin with one of my own. “It definitely does.” NINE 1 I drifted towards a nearby group of men, all of whom I recognized; they were, if not quite friends, familiar from any number of events, and rarely overawed by much. Currently, they seemed to be talking about an orphanage that had nearly burned down, apparently the doing of some arson-minded bandits. That seemed near enough my own investigation that I shifted uncomfortably; even Zamon would draw the line at leaving orphans to burn alive, surely …? "I'm appalled at the way our politicians turn a blind eye—someone should do something!" Faren said unexpectedly, and marched off towards nothing in particular. Nicholas Winters said, “I heard you saved that Faren dandy from ruffians—suppose you could let them hold on to him for a while next time?” “Really, Sir Nicholas,” I said coolly, “Lord Faren is my friend; I could never let them keep him.” Belatedly, it occurred to me that taking offense at every little thing—or anything at all—was a poor way to gather information. 2 I chatted lightly with the guests as I followed an indirect path towards Anise, picking up on nothing particularly valuable. She and I discovered an immediate need for punch. “I hope it’s everything you expected,” she said in her driest drawl. “Just be careful whom you trust.” “Tell me more about them,” I replied, and quickly added, “I know Lord Faren, obviously, but I want to hear what you know.” “A rascal and an incorrigible flirt,” said Anise, “but a good man.” I knew that much; she noted his brief flirtation with civic duty in the Ministry, and went on to tell me about Zamon’s sister Madeline (unmarried, waiting on their sick mother), Lord Benjamin (a gossipmonger), Sir Nicholas (nothing without money), Zamon (opportunistic but foolish), and Minister Wi, who turned out to be even richer and more powerful than I’d guessed—perhaps the most so in all of Kryta. 3 Corruption usually followed wealth, but I really couldn’t think it of loyal, good-natured Minister Wi—not without proof, anyway. “What can you tell me about Logan Thackeray?” I said; even beyond the investigations of the moment, I wanted more information about the man I was more or less taking orders from. “Charming and loyal, especially to his queen, but what you’d find interesting, I can’t tell you,” said Anise. “He comes from a troubled past.” Hm—I wouldn’t have expected that, if not for his odd reaction the other day in Seraph Headquarters. “Logan is in charge of the company that protects Divinity’s Reach,” Anise went on. “How fortunate that he’s near the queen, wouldn’t you agree?” 4 “Oh, very fortunate,” I replied, then took my leave to continue the hunt. I remembered the servants’ reference to the cook, and headed off to the kitchen. It took a little bit of work to overcome his surprise and general reservations, but the time proved worth it; when I mentioned Lady Madeline, he said, “I just saw her—she was arguing something fierce with her brother, the minister, and then he stormed off, yelling about ‘business to attend to.’ Something ain’t right there.” Indeed not. He also turned out to have suspicions about the presence of so many Ministry guards, which I thought wise, and remarked that Yolanda—one of my closer childhood friends—was on the hunt for conquests. “It’s a wonder Lord Faren hasn’t gotten himself in trouble there,” he said darkly, and I had to agree. 5 I left the cook to his meditations on the perfect process for making poached moa eggs, then decided to see if Yolanda had anything useful to say. She was an inveterate gossip, so one of the more likely to store up information that might seem useless to anyone else. “I thought you’d be doing gallant deeds with our own dashing Captain Thackeray,” she said. “Not at the moment, I’m afraid.” With a very little encouragement, she told me that our old friend Corone was furious over a theft—the latest of many in Salma—and offering a reward, and that Edmonds was drinking like the dragons would devour us before the morning. “What’s the story with you and Countess Anise?” she said, startling me more than Fursarai had. “I saw you speaking to her.” 6 It took a moment to grasp where Yolanda’s train of thought had taken her, as if it ever took her anywhere else. “She’s an old friend of my family,” I said repressively. Yolanda, who was genuinely good-natured beneath her gossip and various follies—very much like Faren, in fact—looked delighted. “I knew the countess had peers and admirers,” she said, “but friends? How enlightening! With juicy tidbits like that, you can trade gossip with me anytime!” “I … of course,” I said, and regretfully suspected that I would. 7 By then, I’d spoken with virtually everyone on the first floor. That only left Lady Madeline and Lord Benjamin, whom I’d noticed talking on the stairs, and anyone on the second floor who might know something. I withdrew to the (comparative) quiet of the courtyard, calculating my next step. Madeline was my best bet, but also the one that could most easily go wrong; she was well-known to be passionately loyal to her family. Jasmina’s handmaiden—Faren had sensibly left them to their own devices for now—shifted towards me while I thought, then blurted out, “I so admire the things you’ve done. Throughout the city, women like me wish they could be more like you.” I stared at her, then smiled; I’d never thought of that. TEN 1 “I believe you were at Lord Faren’s party,” I said to Madeline Zamon, determined not to fumble this opportunity. As a ‘hero,’ I had my weaknesses—a dependence on speed and cunning over strength, dodging and running to wear my opponents down, sneaking among my illusory selves, letting them absorb attacks that might have left Mother with two dead daughters. But I knew how to talk. Lady Madeline agreed that she had been there, and with a touch of wistfulness, added that she didn’t get the chance very often; she’d moved to the countryside to help her mother, although both she and her brother had been born in Divinity’s Reach. “Minister Julius Zamon is your brother?” I said, and smiled. “You must be very proud of him.” Madeline bit her lip. 2 “Yes, but I wish that … ah, forgive me, I shan’t burden you with my worries,” she said, her eyes dropping to the floor. Please burden me, I thought, but had the sense not to say; she already seemed to be wavering, clearly wanted to tell what she knew—but charm or her own caution wouldn’t bring it out. A direct approach, I decided. “I’m sorry to tell you this,” I said, “but I have reason to believe your brother is a traitor.” Her eyes flew wide open, lifting up to stare at me. “That can’t be—he wouldn’t … no—I’d like to believe he wouldn’t, but …” “I beg you, Lady, tell me what you know!” 3 Anise had taught me how to underscore or soften my words; I stepped fractionally nearer, not menacing, just earnest. “Lives could be at stake.” “What about my mother’s life?” demanded Madeline. “We must consider the greater good, my lady,” I said flatly. She flinched, but told me, “Gods, I knew it would come to this! He was visiting Mother when a strange man came by—Julius gave him some papers, but he wouldn’t say what the were, even when I asked.” I’d barely absorbed this when she took an uneven breath, and added, “It got worse.” 4 I nodded as encouragingly as I could, and it seemed to be good enough; she exhaled, then said, “Julius left more packages at our mother’s house for suspicious characters to pick up; I came here to confront him, but he refused to discuss it and stormed off.” Not proof, but certainly suspicious; I blocked all sign of triumph from my face, and asked, “Would you be willing to testify on this matter at a trial?” She blanched. “A trial? Oh, Julius, what have you done? May Kormir guide and Dwayna protect me—yes, I will testify.” “You are doing a great service to all Divinity’s Reach,” I assured her. 5 One of the Ministry guards took my questions poorly, assuming that I’d only doubted the necessity of such a large contingent because of someone called Reth. That seemed promising, so I casually searched the room for him to no effect, then accepted Minister Wi’s proud hint that he’d also opened up the upstairs for the party, and that other guests mingled up there. I climbed the winding staircase, meeting with a guard at the door. “How might I help you?” he said. I couldn’t see any others, so I took my chance. “Is it normal to have this many guards at a personal event?” He looked as uneasy as Madeline had. 6 “I … I’m afraid it is not,” he admitted, and now I felt sure it was Reth. “I’m not certain why we’re here, precisely.” “It sounds like you have your suspicions,” I said, keeping my tone neutral and courteous. “Perhaps,” allowed Reth, “but it’s risky for us to be seen talking.” He paused. “Also, I’m parched—it would look more natural if a kind noble simply offered a hardworking guard a drink.” Holy Kormir, I thought: I’d found someone competent. 7 Fetching a cup of wine from downstairs, I handed it to Reth and murmured, “To anyone watching, I’m just a kindhearted noble, and you’re just a grateful guard.” He nodded, looking at once hesitant and relieved. “Burglaries and kidnappings are increasing, yet here we sit, idle; lately, the Guard is never where it’s needed most.” I met his glance with an even stare; that couldn’t be all. “I heard what you did in Shaemoor,” he said quickly, “and I know you’ve got Thackeray’s ear.” I didn't know that. With a gulp, Reth went on, “What I’m telling you could get a man killed.” ELEVEN 1 “Our orders arrive just before the raids,” Reth whispered. “It’s as if someone is sending us away so bandits can swoop in unchallenged.” My mind leapt ahead, but I said cautiously, “You think there’s a deeper connection, someone in the Ministry Guard working with the bandits directly?” The caution paid off. Reth swallowed and said, “Higher than that; the orders come from Minister Zamon himself.” Three testimonies of Zamon’s guilt, I thought; that should be enough to seal his coffin. After a manner of speaking. 2 “Please do something with this information!” Reth pleaded, though still quietly. I let my gaze drift around the room, keeping my posture loose and idle; it was easy, with Faren as my best friend. Nobody seemed to have noticed the outburst, however, or anything else we’d said. “I will,” I told him. “Now, enjoy your drink. I’ve got someone I must speak with.” I couldn’t wait to see the look on Anise’s face. 3 I made my way downstairs, but couldn’t find Anise in the main room, and couldn’t appear suspicious; instead, I hovered by a refreshment table, trying to think of what she might be up to. “Oh, you’re here!” squeaked a familiar voice: Lady Mashewe, a sweet but painfully shy friend of my family’s. “It’s a pleasure to see you—I adore Minister Wi’s parties, but there are so many people talking, I’m afraid to strike up a conversation.” I blinked when I turned towards her; she’d chopped and curled her hair just like mine. Smiling, I told her, “Someone as charming as you shouldn’t be so shy!” Lady Mashewe flushed and said, “Flatterer—you’ve been spending too much time with Lord Faren!” I didn’t like her any less; it was only an awkward joke, and she meant well; but, gods above, could that be the last time tonight that someone felt the need to insult my best friend to my face? 4 The gods, as usual, weren’t listening. After wishing Lady Mashewe well, rather more abruptly than I’d intended, I headed to the courtyard where I’d left Jasmina and her handmaiden. Perhaps Anise had made some dazzling discovery there, or … Halfway down the path, I froze. I didn’t see Anise, or Jasmina, or even the handmaiden. Only Minister Zamon. He’d arrived at last. 5 At the sight of me, Zamon’s lip curled into something that couldn’t be called a smile. “The hero of Shaemoor deigns to join Minister Wi’s party,” he said coldly. “Is that your official title now? Has ‘Lady Althea’ lost its lustre?” The infuriating thing about Zamon was that, for all his many limitations, he had a truly uncanny way of scenting weak spots. “It’s an affectionate nickname, sir,” I said, and returned his sneer. “If you had ever inspired affection, you’d understand.” 6 “Did you just insult me?” he cried, as if I’d never done it before—and as if he hadn’t insulted my family for years. “Perhaps Minister Wi should hear about his guest’s rude behaviour.” High words from a traitor. I shrugged and said, “By all means, let’s see how he reacts to your childish, boorish blather.” Predictably, he backed off like the coward he was. “Bah! You’re not worth my time, you preening jackanapes.” 7 If he hadn’t betrayed the queen, he wouldn’t have been worth mine. I exhaled, repressing a flash of real anger, and arranged my features into polite contempt, no more. Before I could say anything, however, or even leave, he snarled, “Go wallow in the filth with that hedonistic pig Faren and leave me be.” Despite myself, my hands clenched into fists; for one wild moment, I longed to blast him off his feet, whip my magic right through him until he begged us both for mercy. I could; I had the clones, even had a focus hidden in my clothes— “Better a pig than a snake,” I said, and bowed with a smile. A pity we’d given up trial by combat.

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1) The gods, as usual, weren’t listening: the silence of the Six Gods is a major component of humanity's current struggle for survival.

-------------------------------------------------------- TWELVE 1 I just managed not to storm out of the courtyard. “Althea, you look like murder,” said Faren cheerfully. “I hope you didn’t leave any bodies behind?” “Not today,” I said. Not quite lying, I added, “Zamon’s out there—he must have returned while I was upstairs. You know how he is.” Faren, no doubt remembering what he’d seen, grinned at me and said, “Oh, I know.” 2 After exchanging a few idle nothings, I asked Faren and his pseudo-friends if they’d seen Anise; fortunately, she’d emerged from wherever she had gone, and stood near the entrance to the manor. Beside her stood Captain Thackeray. It felt as if tight bands had been wrapped about my lungs, only noticeable because they dropped away when I caught sight of my true allies. I made my way across the room without even trying for subtlety. “You’ve been a busy little bee, haven’t you?” said Anise, eyes sharp and focused. “I presume you’ve gotten the information we need?” Finally letting triumph break through my expression, I grinned at her and said, “More than I had hoped.” 3 “I’ve identified witnesses who will testify that Zamon had dealings with bandits,” I told them. Anise looked immensely satisfied, even smug—more so than usual, like a teacher showing off a prize pupil. I supposed that in a way, she was. Captain Thackeray gave me a respectful nod. “I’d love to throw Zamon in a cell, but politics have my hands tied,” he said. “At least with this evidence, we’ll be able to call him to trial.” I couldn’t wait. 4 Something beyond my shoulder seemed to catch Anise’s attention, amused anticipation filling her face. “Speak of the fiend and he appears,” she said. “Logan, it seemed Minister Zamon has arrived. You’re free to do your duty.” I turned about. Zamon stood near the center of the room, talking with a tipsy lady I didn’t know and Lord Benjamin. Captain Thackeray marched straight towards him, leaving everyone in the way to scatter out of his path. I suspected that people often scattered out of Logan Thackeray’s path. 5 “If it isn’t Logan Thackeray,” drawled Zamon. “I’m sorry, Captain Thackeray. To what do I owe this honour?” Captain Thackeray drew himself up to his full, towering height, and thundered out, “As Captain of the Seraph in the service of her Royal Majesty, Queen Jennah, I call you to trial!” Zamon’s jaw dropped, eyes bugging out in an expression that I immediately committed to memory. I might face darker moments in the future, but I would always have the look on Zamon’s face to comfort me. Wallowing in filth, indeed. 6 “What?” he sputtered. “This is an outrage! I demand to know the charge!” “Treason against the crown and citizens of Kryta,” said Captain Thackeray, voice touched by the same satisfaction I’d seen in Anise’s face. “May Kormir judge your words justly, and may Dwayna have mercy on you.” Kormir had blessed me all my life. I spared a moment to pray that she would grant justice to Julius Zamon. 7 A swarm of Seraph immediately marched inside, ignoring the gasps and exclamations of the crowd to march—nearly drag—Zamon away. I was going to remember that one for the rest of my life, too. “My, we’ve certainly gone and kicked the hornet’s nest here,” Anise remarked, sounding as unconcerned as she looked. “The moment we’re out of earshot, the place will be absolutely aflame with gossip.” “See you at the trial, then,” I replied, the corner of my mouth twitching up. “Thanks for a memorable party.” With a light laugh, Anise said, “Any time.”

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THIRTEEN 1 In the babbling hubbub that followed Zamon’s arrest, I managed to forge a path towards Faren. For all my affection, I knew better than to trust his, ah, faculties in a crisis. “I knew it!” he said triumphantly. “I knew he was the one!” I patted his shoulder. “Hurry home and tell everyone what happened. I’ll see you soon.” 2 As I turned about, reassuring and shepherding the guests, a group of Ministry guards came trooping downstairs; the others marched off, but Reth halted, looking exhausted—was he thinking of rescinding his testimony? “I’m tired, hero,” he said when I approached, “tired of the lies and the politics, tired of seeing people like Zamon get away with everything. I hope you make these charges stick.” So did I; not sure what else to do, I promised that we’d do our best. “If you ever need a night off, Reth,” I told him, “there’s a little inn down at the Salma District—I’ll gladly buy you a beer.” I paused, then reached out and shook his hand gratefully. “Take care.” 3 And that was that. Minister Wi, capable as ever, restored order faster than I would have imagined possible, smoothly ushering the guests out with guards to protect them from any more of Zamon’s plots. I left him to it, returning to Salma and delivering a carefully edited account of the night's events to my mother. “If only I’d known!” she said, guilt all over her face. “I knew he was lying scum, but not a traitor.” “Nobody could have known,” I told her. “And I can take care of myself, Mama.” Even now, she looked unsure. 4 It was dawn by the time that my nerves relaxed enough for rest. I all but collapsed into my bed and let myself sleep a good ten hours; I suspected I’d need it. Sure enough, Minister Caudecus allowed only two days of preparation for the trial. I worked every moment of those days, preparing the witnesses and drafting my arguments and counter-arguments. But I forced myself to sleep through the second night; I wanted to be entirely alert for the trial. In the event, I was wiser than I knew. 5 At the Ministry, I immediately directed myself towards Anise and Captain Thackeray, who were talking about a pig for some reason. Anise, with her usual flawless instincts, turned the instant that I fell within earshot. “Now then, my young friend,” she said, “are you ready to present the case?” “I’ve gone over everything a dozen times,” I assured her. “Unless something goes horribly wrong, we’ll get our man.” Captain Thackeray actually looked pleased. “At this rate,” he said, “Queen Jennah’s sure to notice you.” 6 I started. I didn’t—but he knew the queen better than anyone, surely—but I hadn’t acted out of any expectation of royal favours, hadn’t so much as thought about it—but— “If nothing else,” he added, “I’ll make sure your name reaches her ears.” I eyed him doubtfully. With one of her wry smiles, Anise said, “Do you know her name, Logan?” “Of course I do,” said Captain Thackeray automatically. Then he paused. 7 “Lady A … Al …” He scowled, more at himself than us. “Sorry, I’m not very good with names.” Clearly—but that was, at least, better than I’d anticipated. Then he shook his head, as if clearing it of some fog. “What am I thinking? It’s Lady Gwen, isn’t it?” Anise and I just laughed.

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1) It’s Lady Gwen, isn’t it?: the original Althea and Gwen were probably the two most iconic Ascalonian women of the Searing era, with the saintly Althea burned alive, and Gwen enslaved before embarking on a path of bloody vengeance. So Logan actually does know the name at some level, enough for a vague association with the Searing, even though he selects the wrong namesake. The implacable Gwen just comes to mind more immediately in connection with this Althea, particularly as she's his own ancestress.

--------------------------------------------------------- FOURTEEN 1 “Lady Althea Fairchild,” said Anise, with a grandiose gesture at me. He snapped his fingers. “Lady Althea—that’s it!” “Althea,” I said firmly. On a whim, I extended my hand. He didn’t kiss it, thank the gods, as Faren or his companions would have done in his position, just clasped his fingers about it in a strong grip. “Logan,” said Captain Thackeray. 2 We shook hands, less like a court favourite to a subordinate ally than two warriors meeting for the first time. I was no warrior, certainly none to compare with Logan Thackeray, but it felt true in its own way. It also felt bizarre in its own way. Not that many weeks ago, I’d known him only as the great Captain Thackeray, hero of Divinity’s Reach, and rushed to the gates of Shaemoor for that reason. Now we stood together as Anise and Logan and Althea, plotting the downfall of a minister here in the very heart of Krytan politics. “Minister Caudecus is waiting,” Anise said, in her pragmatic way. “Good luck, and may Lyssa bless you with unparalleled eloquence.” 3 I’d never felt that Lyssa blessed me with much of anything, except a measure of cunning—and her magic, of course. Perhaps today would be different. “I’m a loyal servant of the crown,” muttered Captain Thackeray (Logan was going to take awhile), “but if Zamon gets off, I’m going to take matters into my own hands.” Anise and I had our own way of doing things, but still—it was good to know that, all else failing, we could depend upon the captain to solve problems with his sword and shield. It came as a relief, really. I’d known straightforward people, and I’d known competent people, but rarely both at once. “Good to know,” I said. 4 The trial of a minister had drawn so many observers that I didn’t see Faren right away; only the ripple in the crowd that accompanied Madeline Zamon’s arrival made him visible. As soon as I saw him, however, I headed through the crowd as determinedly as Logan himself. “What do you think they’ll do if Zamon’s found guilty?” someone said. Another replied, “Absolutely nothing—nobles never pay for their crimes.” We’d see about that. As soon as I emerged from the cluster nearest him, Faren grinned widely, his face lighting up; with nary a greeting, he exclaimed, “Don’t you worry one bit!” Well, that was reassuring. 5 “When it’s my turn to testify,” he went on grandly, “I’ll make your case for you—it’s going to be monumental!” Faren was, if nothing else, entirely Faren. I smiled back at him. “So, you feel ready then?” “I’m more than ready,” he cried, even more excitable than usual. Natural for the occasion, but I still wondered a bit until he added, “Zamon sent one of his sock puppets to try and bribe me away!” My eyes widened. 6 “I don’t think he realizes how rich I actually am,” Faren said disdainfully. “The nerve!” I hadn’t expected such … remarkable unsubtlety. Looking around, I could see that all three of my witnesses had arrived—and Reth wouldn’t have Faren’s and Madeline’s fortunes to fall back on. If Zamon had tried with all of them, he’d almost certainly failed. “You turned him away?” “Of course,” said Faren, with something like dignity. 7 Then he laughed, high and gleeful. “The big, stinky puppet tried to intimidate me, but I demonstrated my dexterity with the blade, and he went running back to Papa!” I decided that might fall somewhere in the proximity of a truth, anyway. “Ladies’ll do anything for a hero,” he went on, “if you know what I mean.” He gave a conspiratorial wink. I shook my head. “Whatever you say, Faren.”

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1) here in the very heart of Krytan politics: the storyline is officially called “Krytan politics.”

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HELLO! TODAY MARKS MY SIX-YEAR ANNIVERSARY ON THIS BLOG ( 6/1/2018 ) AND TO CELEBRATE HERE IS A FOLLOW FOREVER ( I haven't done this in a while so excuse the lame graphic ). I honestly cannot believe that I've had this blog for so long. I've had a lot of downs here but I've also had my fair share of ups. After my year hiatus, I had honestly thought I would be shutting this blog down for good because a lot of things were going wrong but I'm so glad I didn't because I got to meet more amazing people along with the partners who've managed to stick by my side for so long. Besides having a follow forever, I wanted to do something special but I'm honestly clueless so I was hoping you all could help me out. I was thinking a Q & A video for the muses and mun, a voice recording of what my muses would sound like in a drabble, a promo/shoutout, a gifset/graphic/photo edit of your muses and mine, and/or drabbles for your muses and mine. You guys can choose which one you want me to do but I will be closing requests by June 8. Anyways, below the cut are people I just want to thank and people who I wish to interact with. I may have forgotten some people so I do apologize. I'm very scatterbrained at times. Okay love you all. Stay wonderful. ~ local smol bean, MC <3

OLDIES BUT GOODIES ( MY WONDERFUL LOVES WHO HAVE BEEN HERE FOR SO LONG )

@qceensofkings - Such a kind person with great muses.We don’t talk much out of character but it doesn’t stop me from loving Nicholas and Isabelle together. They make my heart happy especially during their little cute moments ( like fighting over if pancakes or waffles are better ). You are a wonderful human being and I love seeing you on my dash always. I can’t wait to keep writing more with you

my starlight bestie { @eternallydreamingstar } - BEST FRIEND HI. OKAY SO FIRST OFF I LOVE YOU OKAY YOU’RE SUCH A GREAT FRIEND! MORE THAN I CAN EVER ASK FOR. You were literally the first person after my hiatus who reached out to me again and started to write with me. You gave me the push and motivation to keep on going despite me wanting to give up. I love our plots, I love our characters, and I love the world we’ve created. We’ve been together for so long and I honestly cannot stress how much you mean to me. I love you so much. You’ve have always been there for me and I will continue to always be there for you too. I LOVE YOU STARLIGHT

the longest love { @drew-a-tanaka } - Okay....listen....I think by this point this is going to be repetitive because you’re literally my longest partner ( it’s been like five years ) so you’ve been with me for such a long time and you’ve heard me tell you I love you all the time. I love you okay. I care so much about you more than you could ever know. Thank you for truly caring for me and for helping me. Thank you for writing with me. Thank you for pulling me out of the darkness countless of times. Thank you for cheering me on. Thank you. I love you and I’m always here for you. I will always be here for you.

the wonderful inspiration { @ribbedxgloves } - Um listen, even after all these years I’m still intimidated by you. Like you’re so amazing and all your characters are great and don’t even get me started on your writing. I will never cease to thank you for giving me a chance because without you I don’t think I would have actually grown and improved as a roleplayer. Thank you for being such a wonderful human being. I miss talking to you a lot. But thank you for being a beautiful soul.

SUGAR AND SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE ( MY DARLING CUTIES WHO ALWAYS MANAGE TO MAKE MY DAY BRIGHTER )

@hadesrebelofadaughter - You honestly are one of the kindest people ever. I don’t think you understand just how much you’ve made my days when you sent me all those encouraging messages and were genuinely interested in my characters. I apologize for my slowness because we don’t get to interact a lot but I do read your threads and you’re such a wonderful writer. You are a bright person so please keep on shining.

@district-one-beauty - Hello, my love. First off, I want to apologize for being the slowest person ever when it comes to replying. Second off, thank you for always messaging me and trying to talk to me. You’re such a kind person. I know things get rough but I’m always here if you need anything. Thank you for blessing my dash and threads with your presence. And thank you for simply being my amazing rp partner. I will do my best to be more responsive, I promise.

@humansxfox - Okay first off, I actually never thought you would actually want to roleplay with me because I am a mere potato who knows nothing and yet you sent me asks and now here we are. Katherine makes me super happy because I love how she just interacts with Nicholas. It gives me a chance to be more creative with him without having to change his backstory or who he is ( this means a lot to me honestly ). You’re honestly such a blessing on my dash and just your presence makes me happy. I wish we could talk more out of character but I’m really shy and weird so I do apologize.

pink candied sky { @leenxna } - MY LOVE MY WONDERFUL HONEY MY DARLING! DUDE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OKAY. LIKE I TRULY LOVE YOU. YOU’RE SO FUCKING AMAZING I CAN’T EVEN EXPRESS HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO ME. Thank you for putting up with me and thank you for talking to me and just being an overall great person. I love being a dork with you and just talking about everything. You make me so happy. I love that we’ve pretty much established a whole story and it’s pretty great. Thanks for introducing me to great people and thanks for loving my spams. I can honestly write a whole chapter about how amazing you are but I’ll stop for now haha. Okay LOVE YOU.

@hxpxfm - YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL PERSON. Like the first time you hopped into my IM, not going to lie, I was really startled because no one has ever truly done that before but DUDE I’M REALLY GLAD YOU DID. You’re so sweet and caring and I just love having conversations with you. I know we haven’t roleplayed yet [ I’M SORRY I’M SO SLOW ] but I’m already excited for our characters to interact. THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH A BALL OF SUNSHINE.

@killyouhimself - Your presence on my dash makes me so happy. And even though our threads have not progressed yet ( I’M SORRY I’M SO SLOW. Please forgive me. ) I honestly already love them. I love your character so much which is why I’m always reading your threads. You’re an amazing writer and your creativity is truly astounding. I love the interaction between Charon and Sungmin. Thank you for being on my dash and for being such a blessing.

the argentate heart { @atrociity } - OMG SO MANY THINGS TO SAY ABOUT YOU. You make me so soft, okay? Like you’re so cute and adorable and so nice and caring and it’s just like how was I blessed ??? I love Eris so much and the way she interacts with Mak ( also thank you for interacting with him ). Thank you for checking up on me. Honestly if anyone ever fights you, tell me. I will fight them for you. I will literally lay down my morality for you because you are a person who deserves all the love and protection. I love you so much!

the sweetest honey { @busanbunnie } - ANOTHER PEACH. ANOTHER SWEETHEART WHO HAS MANAGED TO MAKE MY DAYS BETTER. YOU ARE SO ADORABLE AND CUTE AND I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU - FROM YOUR BLOG AND TO YOUR PERSONALITY. I love our interactions so so much and I just love talking to you. Thank you for being such a bright light.

@painterlyjongin - HIIIII. Okay listen, I’m actually very intimidated by you and I’m really grateful that you’re writing with me. I love plotting and talking with you always. Your characters are beautiful and you’re a wonderful human being. Every time you appear on my dash, I get very happy. Thank you for giving me the honor of interacting with you.

@beavtiful-liar - I’m always blessed to see you on my dash. I’m always happy when you’re online. I know we don’t interact as much but I’m still grateful that your presence is here. I’m always happy when I read your threads. You’re such a kind person and you deserve so much love and happiness. I don’t know how you managed to keep so many muses and how you manage to be super creative but it’s honestly awe-inspiring. Thank you for being a blessing.

@nobxdyshome - You are such a beautiful soul and I’m really sorry that I’m very slow with replying but with the interactions we’ve had so far, it’s honestly great. I loved plotting with you and talking with you. I always read your threads and you’re so creative and such a great writer. I will always be in awe of you.

@jinxednature - Hiiiii. First off, you are so so so so so so nice. A very, very sweet soul that I have the honor of talking and interacting with you. You are so beautiful and kind and I love your blog and your characters and your creativity. You give my dash a little more sweetness and I will forever be grateful for that.

the bby love { @aroixs } - Will words be enough to convey how much you mean to me? Will it ever truly encompass all my emotions and thoughts? You, my dear, are such a true blessing in my life. You genuinely are such a caring and wonderful person and every time I see a notification from you I honestly get incredibly happy. You care so much and you’re always so kind and thoughtful. Even when you have your own problems to deal with, you manage to have time for me and that is an honor. I love you so much bby. I’m always grateful for you.

my baby doll wife { @moonsiim } - There are too many things to say about you. I can write a whole novel trying to detail out all of the thoughts I have about you but I won’t go overboard. One day I will but not today. I always tell you this: I love you. Every time we talk I always have a smile on my face. Every time you send me something or talk about something you’re passionate or interested about my heart swells with joy because I’m honored that you can share it with me. Your writing leaves me breathless. Your characters leave me gasping for oxygen. You, just you, leaves me in awe. I love you so much and I don’t know how to convey that truly because let’s face it I’m pretty awkward and weird and yet you’ve given me a chance to be part of your life. I will always be grateful for everything you’ve done. I will always be here for anything you need. I will always try to be your ball of sunshine. I truly love you so so much.

ADMIRATION FROM AFAR ( AMAZING BLOGS I WISH I GOT TO INTERACT WITH MORE OR HAVE A CHANCE TO INTERACT WITH BUT I'M TOO SHY AND AWKWARD AND SLOW ...and just a little busy which sucks but one day )

@meirise || @dcpression || @xtaem || @prvttyliars || @elvctrickiss || @sierrcr || @monkeydjong || @boyccld || @divinexlovers || @kingpvns || @nxcturnes ( quick note - I’m honestly in admiration of your writing and you very much intimidate me but I enjoy reading all your threads ) || @lostavra || @strawbxrryblxssxms ( quick note - YOU’RE HONESTLY SUCH A SWEETHEART AND I’M SORRY I HAVEN’T REPLIED YET ) || @seaxofxstrangers || @malvdo || @deitius || @whyhasthemadnessoccured || @130mo2d || @witch-saebyeok ( quick note - I’m sorry for being slow and ALSO I LOVE WINTER’S AND SAEBYEOK’S FRIENDSHIP ALREADY ) || @fatedtobehunted || @survivics ( quick note - I always try to send you an ask or a request to plot and then I get really scared so I don’t but I really wish I could interact with you ) || @ilatiisms ( quick note - I love your character so much and you’re such an amazing writer and I’m very intimidated but one day I will muster up the courage to ask to interact ) || @nocturncx ( quick note - I miss you and I love our interactions and I’m so sorry that I’m really slow with replying. You’re beautiful ) || @telekineticdivinity || @tenxthreex || @orientalskies || @alnowicki || @curious-x || @fclklre || @rousepalette

#out of the darkness {ooc}#creator's scrolls {announcements and trackers}#follow forever #[ i apologize if i missed anyone ]#[ but happy anniversary to me ]#creator's tongue {mc talks}

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suga-babby · 8 years ago

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Desire Pt.6 (p.jimin)

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5

Word Count:2088

Author’s Notes: Thank you all for reading the series so far! We really appreciate it! Please again follow @bamboree :) she’s the best!

Summary: Amber has liked Jimin for sometime now. But unfortunately he is dating her best friend. When things start to unfold before her eyes, her life is changed. But is it for the good or the bad?

As we got to our cars we exchanged goodbyes. Caroline walked up to me, I didn't really know what she expected from me. She smiled at me, throwing her arms around me. I stood motionless, patting her back. Eliza and Jimin were talking, a few seconds later she hugged him and got in the passenger's side of my car.

"Bye Elizaaaa!!" Caroline yelled.

Eliza waved unenthusiastically, shutting the door of the car. I couldn't help but smile at what she did, Caroline shrugged it off and began walking to Jimin's car.

I glanced over at Jimin who was smiling too, I stood in front of him and gave him a hug. He gladly returned it, squeezing me tightly.

"Thank you for coming, Jimin." I said into his neck. He pulled me closer, as if it were possible.

"Happy Birthday, I'll see you soon." He whispered in my ear. His voice sent shivers down my spine.

I slumped in the passenger seat. My eyes followed his car, as it pulled out of the parking lot. My vision was starting to blur and I began sobbing. Eliza turned to me while turning the radio lower. We still hadn't pulled out of the parking lot,"Amber! Holy shit. What happened?"

I rubbed the back of my neck,"Caroline-" I managed to breath out between pants.

"What about Caroline?" Eliza asked, sounding concerned.

"Sh-She's cheating on Jimin, and there is nothing I can do about it." I finally mustered. I brought my legs up, clutching them to my chest. A part of me regretted telling Eliza, but the other part was thankful that I let it out and told someone before I burst.

"She what?!" Eliza's voice rose,"Oh Hell no!"

Tears were streaming down my face,"What am I going to do Eliza?"

"First thing's first, you have to tell Jimin." Eliza told me. I felt a giant weight on my chest as the realization dawned on me. "Maybe you could tell him at the beach?"

"And ruin his good time?" I shot back.

"It's better if he knows Amber," she told me, as she started the car and pulled out of the lot. "This trick ain't seen nothing- wait a minute... Is that why she invited us in the first place?" Eliza began going off.

"To get on our good side? Well she just burned her last damn friend in this circle, I mean she did that a long time ago by interfering with you and Jimin. But with this happening it's perfect- I mean not for Jimin, but for you." She focused on the road.

My heart constrained.

"I like Jimin a lot Eliza. I want him, but if it involves him being upset because of it then I don't know if I should pursue it. If he's happy and it's not with me, then I will accept that, because you know what? He will always be in my life, and I will see him smile everyday. That's something I wouldn't trade for the world. If that involves putting his happiness before mine than so be it." I guess the alcohol in my system was letting my true feelings come into the light.

"Okay I didn't know Nicholas Sparks wrote your life, damn." She laughed,"I know you don't want to go to the beach." I looked at her pained expression. She saw right through me, and she was completely right.

"But think of it this way, you won't really be third wheeling if I'm there, we get a separate hotel room from them, and free food! What more do you need?" She gave me a smirk.

As we rode through downtown I laid my head on window. Flashbacks clouded my mind entirely. "Are you okay?" Eliza's voice broke my thoughts.

"Not really." I said, without even thinking about it.

"Something else happened Eliza." I said breaking the silence.

"Is this some kind of life time movie or what?" Eliza said laughing. "Tell me though, wassup?" She told me.

"Well Jimin and I-" She interrupted. "Y'all what?" She said mischievously.

"We were sitting in the booth when you and Caroline went to dance. He was saying how we didn't take a picture. So we began taking some, and I felt his hand around my waist. I brushed it off at first, thinking it was nothing. Like a friendly gesture-"

"Girl. You know damn well that wasn't friendly." Eliza sassed me.

"Anyways, shortly after we were done taking photos, he kissed my shoulder." I felt that familiar sensation of my skin burning once again, hearing myself say it aloud.

"Did I hear that right?" Eliza sort of rose her voice again, parking outside of my apartment.

"Yeah you did." I said smiling.

"Amber. You're in. You're fucking in." She told me getting all excited.

"As if, it was probably nothing." I replied, taking off my seatbelt.

"It was something Amber, quit being so hard on yourself." She started her car once again, after I got off.

Eliza rolled down the window,"Text me when you're inside. Bye!"

"Okay, bye mom." I stuck my tongue out playfully and waved to her, watching her drive off.

I got my keys out and started walking up the stairs. I wiped my shoes on my welcome mat, and opened the door to get inside.

I placed my purse on the counter, and took my phone out. 3:24 a.m. My time read, damn already?

To: Eliza 💛 - Hey mom. Just got inside, be careful getting home. Thank you for tonight. 👍🏽

I was about to put away my phone, and I got a notification.

Jimin iMessage: (2)

I anxiously opened the message.

Jimin: I'm sorry it's really late. But can I come over?

Jimin: Is that okay?

I calmly set my phone down and screamed.

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

I wrote back quickly. But not to quickly.

Me: Yeah! Of course.

I began running around the apartment, cleaning up anything that was out of place.

I called Eliza, getting all antsy.

"Hey I was just about to text you back!" She said into the receiver.

"Jimin is coming over." I said my words coming out like vomit.

"This just keeps getting better and better. Holy shit Amber."

"SHUT UP I'M SERIOUS!" I grabbed my clothes that were on my couch and threw them in my closet.

"Maybe he's going complain about Caroline because maybe he found out." I said, looking out the window.

"Damn it Amber, shut up. Can you record it?" She laughed.

I scoffed, laughing a bit. "N-no Eliza!"

Jimin's POV

I kept pacing around my living room trying to process what just happened.

20 minutes ago...

We pulled out of the parking lot and all I could think about was Amber. Although I didn't have her in my passenger seat.

I glanced over at Caroline who was leaning against the car door.

"Here, you can change the song." She told me, while handing me her phone.

I scrolled through her music, while occasionally looking at the road.

I was about to pick a song, and then I felt the vibration of her phone in my hand. A notification from Facebook messenger. It was a set of heart eyes, and my curiosity got the best of me and I opened the message.

I saw that Caroline sent a photo of herself from inside the bathroom of what I'm assuming was the club we went to.

I glanced up at the road again, turning into her neighborhood.

"What's taking so long?" She asked me, sounding tired.

"I'm just trying to find a song." I selected a random song, and went back to the messenger app.

She wrote,"All for you baby."

Baby?

I couldn't believe what I was reading. I felt sick to my stomach. All these emotions were coursing through me at once.

I checked the road again coming to a stop sign. I exited the app, and chose a random song. I gripped the steering wheel tightly.

"Are we here?" Caroline said with her eyes closed.

"No babe, there was a dog and I didn't want to hit him. I let him walk by." I reassured her, and kept driving.

I could see her house, I was so relieved to get the fuck out of here. I parked her car in the driveway, quickly turned it off and hopped out.

I went to start my car, the fog from the night coated my windows. I heard her heels approaching, "You're not going to say bye?" She said in a sad tone.

I looked up at the girl that wasn't mine anymore. The pain I was supposed to feel was a slight pinch. I wondered why it didn't hurt as bad as I thought it would.

"Sorry, I'm just feeling a little sick." I gave her a side hug, she went in for a kiss which I dodged. I felt her lips skim the bottom of my jaw.

"Okay dude what the hell? You didn't want to kiss me at the bar and you don't want to kiss me now. What's wrong?" She spat.

"Caroline I just told you I don't feel well. I just want to go home." I got in my car and rolled the window down. "Okay whatever bye." The annoyed tone pissed me off so I took off.

I could feel tears streaming down my face. I didn't know if I was sad or angry. Or if I was mad at myself for not feeling anything at all. I know Caroline and I had been fighting but I felt hardly anything in my heart for her.

I could really only think of one person. I had been thinking of them for awhile.

I pulled up to my place, and got off the car.

3:04 a.m.

I needed to see Amber, she of all people won't laugh and tell me they told me so. I saw the signs in Caroline, she pulled away and I really didn't stop it.

Before I knew it I was staring at my home screen on my phone. I clicked on the first contact, "A✨".

I debated on texting her, what the hell do I say? I wrote and erased for what felt like twenty minutes. I sent what I thought would suffice.

I went to my drawers and took out a white t-shirt and some basketball shorts. I changed my clothes and heard a ding from my phone.

Me: I'm sorry it's really late. But can I come over?

Me: Is that okay?

A✨: Yeah! Of course.

"Shit." I was thinking she'd say, not right now or maybe we can see each other later on tomorrow. I realized I was pacing and grabbed the cold keys from the counter.

Amber's POV

I heard a gentle knock at my door. I knew who exactly who it was.

I opened the door to see Jimin in some basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. He looked up at me and gave me a half smile.

I gestured for him to come in and he made his way to the couch, practically throwing himself onto it. I sat down next to him, nervously drumming my fingers on the arm rest. I turned to tv on to ease the tension.

The theme song to Family Guy played and I let out a relieved sigh. Just when I thought I could relax I felt his head rest on my shoulder. I looked down at him just as he rose his head up.

We were now face to face. He looked at every inch of my face as if he could see right through me, then he looked into my eyes. I felt as if my heart was going to come out of my throat.

I could see his smile lines, and his little freckles. I could see my future in his eyes.

He leaned forward, I could smell his cologne. He placed his hand on my knee, inching closer and closer. I felt his breath on my lips and closed my eyes.

"Oh shit." I thought to myself. Just before anything could happen the moment was over in an instant when he rose up abruptly and began grabbing his car keys.

"Amber I'm sorry. I- I have to go."

He stumbled off the couch, he looked at me and ran out. Just like that he was gone. I could hear the tires screech off.

I didn't even notice the tv was still on. I clicked the power button, and I was standing alone in the dark. Nothing but the light of the parking lot illuminating the room once more.

#bts #BTS jimin #bangtan #bts imagines #bts scenarios #park jimin #Wattpad #BTS au #bts angst #gif not mine #jimin imagine #jimin

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nhimann-blog · 8 years ago

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The Shamrock, the Harp, and the Leprechaun

Welcome back to the blog! This week has just flown by! I’ve had friends come visit, been running around for St. Patrick’s Day, went out to Adare for a bit, and went to Dublin for St. Patrick’s Day.

To start off, Monday was really uneventful. I just kind of relax and worked on a few things. That’s about it. Tuesday, I went to a class. This the point where my week started to get interesting. Tuesday night, my friend Charis flew in from Sweden to go to Dublin for St. Patrick’s Day. This has been the plan since we both found out where we were going on international exchange. So, I went and got her from the airport. She got out of the terminal around 10:30pm. Within the first five minutes, we were each having a Guinness waiting for our bus to arrive. The bus arrived at 11:50pm, and we made it back to my residence at roughly 3:00am.

The next (or same, considering we got in at 3:00am) morning, we got up, had breakfast, and went into the City Centre of Limerick. We grabbed some green clothing for Friday and then headed back to residence to relax for a bit. That night, we went to Karaoke Night at Stables (our on-campus bar). Charis tried to get me to dance, but there is no amount of alcohol in the world that would allow me to display that insecurity in public. Thursday, we went out to Adare with a couple other people (one was another international student in my village and the other was my roommate’s guest). So, we went out and explored a couple of churches, a fantastic bar called Aunty Lena’s for lunch, and just explored the town.

Thursday night, there is not a whole lot to do on campus (it is quite the opposite from Laurier Brantford). So, the roommates felt like it would be a good night for a movie. This is also when I realized that different cultures may have different classic movies than myself. We were all sitting around trying to figure out a movie; not one of the roommates could agree on one. Then Charis chimes in and says “What about the Breakfast Club?”. I both love and loath this movie. It is fantastically written, portrayed well, and it’s a John Hughes movie so it’s automatically a classic. Why I loath it is because I’ve seen it nearly a thousand times thanks to my Catholic high school. But, I hadn’t watched it in a long time so I was totally down for a 1001th viewing of it. When we mentioned it to my roommates, THEY HAD ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT. Needless to say, Charis and I were shocked at first. How could you have not seen Breakfast Club? I thought, trying not to rant too much. Finally, after we explained the premise of the movie, they were down to watch it and they liked it. One of the roommates, Cäcilia, was not overly pleased with the ending. Oh well, you can’t win them all over.

Now for the part you’ve been waiting for: ST. PATRICK’S DAY 2017 IN DUBLIN, IRELAND. And what I can say is: I enjoyed myself, but it was way too busy for my taste. Then again, I should have really expected that because roughly one million people attend the parade every year. Our day started off at a beautiful time of 5:45am. So, we (we meaning all the roommates, not just Charis and I) get up, get dressed, and have breakfast. At 6:45am, we were all getting ready to go. Before we left, I pulled Marc aside and we each took a shot of something we didn’t like: vodka, because it was the only pure alcohol on hand at the time. Great way to start the day. A breakfast of Champions, if you will.

We got on the bus around 7:30am, and the first part of the bus trip was pretty uneventful. We just really slept and relaxed. We also found out one of the oddest things: on St. Patrick’s Day in Ireland, you are not allowed to drink openly on the streets. The Gardaí were actually dumping out drinks into sewage drains. A friend of mine and I were discussing this later in the day and he said “I should be able to drink a beer in the streets on St. Patrick’s Day of all days, just like a true Irishman would!”. Anyways, when we got into Dublin, it was roughly 11:00am. We started walking towards the parade, took a few pictures, stopped at a bathroom, and then found a place at the parade.

From left to right: Myself, Marc, Cäcilia, Orsi, Alexandra, Tommaso (a.k.a Austin Powers), Charis, and Abby

The entirety of the parade was nice, but my standing height at 5’8” did not help me whatsoever. I couldn’t see anything really well because there were quite a few taller people in front of me. The things I did see though were great. There were some dancers, some marching bands, a pseudo-Cirque du Soleil act, a few floats. Then this is when things started to get frustrating. Firstly, getting out of the parade and somewhere warm was an adventure. I’m not really a huge fan of tight spaces (I am not claustrophobic by any means), but all people were doing was bumping into me and pushing through me. I was happy to get across the river because five more seconds in a situation like that, I would have lost it. Secondly, every single bar we went to (at first) was packed full of people. I was trying to avoid some of those because I just got out of a place packed full of people. So we went into a bar because we all wanted a pint. When we got in, the roommates got confused as to why we came in, so we went through the bar to the exit.

Note: This was entirely Charis’ idea

At this point, I was ready to just start yelling. But we started walking some more and ended up at a Supermac’s. We grabbed lunch and kind of just relaxed for a bit because I noticed that some other roommates were getting a bit frustrated as well. So, we finish our lunch and got back outside. One of the roommates asked “What’s the plan?”. Now, Orsi, another one of my roommates, pointed and said “We’re going to head in that direction and go into the first bar we see.” So, we did just that. The first bar we went into, we went downstairs, grabbed a pint, and managed to steal a table just as some other group was leaving. Everything played out quite efficiently on pure dumb luck.

We sat for a while and just talked. It was a great way to end the parade and the day in Dublin. It reminded me of home. At home, I miss going with my friends to Rocklings, to Hooligan’s, to any random quiet-ish bar and just sitting back and shooting the shit. It even made me feel more at home when I found out the name of the bar: Grand Central. For those who don’t know, when I’m at home (in Niagara Falls, that is), one of my favourite bars to go to is a sports bar called Grand Central. The day went from alright to great just because of that.

At 7:00pm, we got back on the bus home. Half of the students were drunk, and we spent an fair portion of the ride home talking and singing songs. Luckily, one of the trip supervisors brought his guitar and started playing. It was grand.

We ended the day off at Stables because, like every Friday Night here at UL, it was International Night. We drank, we sang, and we relaxed after a long day of drinking, singing, and relaxing.

That’s all for this week. At the moment, I have no big ideas or excursions planned out so if you have any ideas you want to share, let me know! As always, thanks for reading.

-Nicholas

P.S. Any photos of me during St. Patrick’s Day are credited to Charis and Marc.

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megamanx1994 · 6 years ago

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Mega man Forever Chapter 1

(One month after the Slipknot Invasion, Nicholas Shay continues his duties as Power Man/Mega Man 2.0 defending the Earth. After recieving an invitation to a celebration for Gouken's dojo, his master Ryu sees this as an opportunity to train Nicholas to use the chi inside of him. Meanwhile, Shadaloo and SIN are working together on a plot for world domination. With the help of some new comrades, Nicholas must become one with the chi inside. This begins phase 2 of the Fan Fiction Extended Universe)

Chapter 1: An invintation to Japan (Disclaimer! I own nothing of Nintendo or Street Fighter!) A few years earlier…… Gouken and his brother were training a young Ryu. Gouken was teaching him the true ways of Martial Arts. However, his brother had something else in mind to teach Ryu. He wanted to teach Ryu much more advanced techniques. “That’s it Ryu,” said Gouken’s brother, “Let the rage grow within you.” Ryu felt some kind of power within him. After a long intense battle Gouken’s brother was defeated. “Yes….” He said, “Now finish me!” “Ryu stop!” said Gouken. He arrived just in time to stop Ryu from making a big mistake. Ryu regained his sanity and witnessed what he almost did. “Master…. I disappointed you,” he said. “No Ryu, it isn’t you that disappointed me,” said Gouken, “It is Akuma that has disappointed you.” He warned Akuma that the way of fighting that he was told about is a very dangerous power and Akuma just grinned as they walked away. “We’ll just have to test that,” he said. Japan 1997 A man was running from agents of an organization known as Shadaloo. A young girl was chasing after him. “Papa!” she said, “Papa please don’t go!” The agents saw her, but her father caught up to her and hid her somewhere safe. “Papa, what’s happening?” asked the young girl. “Chun-Li, something’s come up at work,” said her father, “Some people would say that I’m a monster, but… I stole an important artifact.” “Papa…” said Young Chun-Li. “No matter what happens, please stay hidden,” said her father. He kept running. “Papa….” Said Chun Li. Her father kept running from the Shadaloo agents. He thought he was safe from them and could relax. But he was wrong. Someone came up from behind him. “Where’s the orb?” he asked. He turned around. “Bison!” said Chun Li’s father. “Take him away,” said Bison. Chun Li saw him being taken away and tried to stop him, but a teenage girl stopped her. “Afraid I can’t let you interfere,” she said. Her father was being driven away. “Its your lucky day little girl,” said the blonde haired girl, “Well I have business to attend to. Farewell.” Chun-Li saw something of her father’s. It was the only thing she had left of him. “Papa….” Said Chun-Li with tears in her eyes. Brooklyn. Now…. An alarm was going off and something was happening. I put on my Mark V Power Suit and Daisy changed into her costume. I got myself some gear and got ready to kick some tail. “Ready sis?” I asked. “Ready,” said Daisy. She got on her motorcycle and I flew. There was a robbery at a bank. Chun-Li was already escorting people to safety and saw us coming. “Power Man, Stretch Girl,” she said greeting us. “Chun-Li,” I said, “So what’s happening?” “Looks like we got some old friends who want some payback,” said Chun-Li, “We got a boxer and a guy in a mask.” “Barlog,” I said, “The other guy sounds familiar.” “So, we gonna stay here and chat, or are we gona kick some ass,” said Daisy. “Let’s move,” I said. Barlog was taking money from the registers. “Anybody who tries to be a hero gets a taste of my boxing gloves,” he said, “Hurry up! Gimme the money!” A man in a mask and claws was watching him. “Now Barlog, there’s no need to get so hostile if the hostages are being generous,” he said. “Look who’s talking Vega,” said Barlog. “You should be lucky that I restrain my claws from being used on you Barlog,” said Vega. He killed a security guard who had a pistol aimed at him. I was watching everything through a super computer in my mask. “Ok, on the count of 3 we’ll go in and surprise them,” I said. I noticed Daisy was gone. “Daisy where are you?” I asked. She already got inside. She was about to sneak in and take out one of the thugs. “Oh shit,” said Chun-Li. Daisy bumped into a trash can and the thugs had their guns pointed at her. “Hi,” she said, “I’m Daisy.” “Did she just say ‘Hi I’m Daisy’?” I asked. Chun-Li nodded “What are you doing here?” asked Vega, “Playing Super Hero?” “Well, sort of,” said Daisy, “But this is the real deal. So drop the money and surrender immediately, or….. else.” “Well Daisy as it?” asked Barlog, “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Barlog!” He was about to punch her but I dropped in just in time. “Hey Barlog,” I said, “I’m Power Man.” “Waste this fool!” said Barlog. They started to attack me, however I managed to evade them. “Ok guys we need to talk this out,” I said. I fired my plasma busters at them. “Good talk,” I said. “No it wasn’t,” said one of the thugs. Chun-Li used one of her techniques to take out more thugs. I saw that someone was in danger. “One second bad guys,” I said. I swooped him and saved him and got him out of the building. “Are you ok?” I asked. He got a look at me. “Y…Y’uore Power Man,” he said. “Suit gives it away doesn’t it?” I asked as I gave him some documents he dropped, “These look important Jimmy.” “Jimmy…. How do you know my name?” he asked. “Your badge,” I said, “Look, next time I see you, I need you to be my eyes and ears. Think you can do that partner?” “Really?” asked Jimmy, “I mean.. yes! I won’t let you down.” “Thanks,” I said, “I’ll see you out there!” I went back in to face Barlog. “Well, I think its time you were introduced to a new technique,” said Barlog. He did a barrage of punches like tornadoes at me and I evaded them. “Nice move,” I said as I grinned. “You think so?” asked Barlog, “I don’t mean to brag but….” “Mind if I try it?” I asked. I secretly analyzed the attack so I could do it. I did the move and landed every blow. “Wow,” I said. “That does it!” said Barlog, “Nobody copies Barlog and gets away with it.” He was about to attack when someone else did a move. “Sonic Boom!” he said. It was a soldier with a blonde flat top. “Who’s that guy?” I asked. “Its Guile,” said Chun-Li, “We’ll deal with Barlog! Vega’s getting away!” Daisy and I chased after him. But he wasn’t alone. An old foe stopped me in his tracks. It was Concrete. “Its been a while Power Man,” he said. “IT sure has,” I said, “Here for a rematch I presume?” I got in a fighting stance. “I would, but I have business to attend to with my boss,” said Concrete. “Oh you’re not getting away from us!” said Daisy. “Daisy wait!” I said. Concrete was about to attack her but she stretched over and avoided the attack. “Not bad little girl,” he said. I had my plasma busters ready to fire. “Now, now Concrete,” said Vega, “We have no time to mess with these fools.” A helicopter came down. “What are you really after?” I asked. “Oh you’ll see, in time,” said Vega. He passed a rose. “Courtesy from Shadaloo,” said Vega. They both got on. “We’ll get him,” said Daisy, “Daisy knows it.” Barlog was still fighting Guile and Chun-Li. “You won’t take me alive punks!” he said. He did the attack on Guile and was about to finish him. “Sonic Boom!” I said. I did the attack on Barlog giving Guile time to finish him. “Take that!” he said. I jumped down. “I thought you were staying upstairs to handle Vega,” said Guile. “How about, ‘nice to see you, glad you’re here to save my life’?” I asked. “I had this under control,” said Guile. “Well there’s nothing wrong with a little help,” I said, “Whoever this Shadaloo is, we can take him down together.” “Bison’s ass is mine,” said Guile, “I don’t need some robot kid and stretch girl to help.” He walked away. “Come on boys, let’s go!” His comrades followed him. “Who spit in his pizza pie?” I asked. “I heard that!” said Guile. “On the bright side you did learn 2 new techniques,” said Daisy. “Good point,” I said as I grinned. “And also, you should learn to be more trusting of others y’know?” said Daisy, “Daisy know you care about her, but you gotta understand that Daisy can handle her own in some situations. Daisy saved your ass didn’t I?” “It was the other way around,” I said, “…You’re right though.”

#FFEU Phase 2 #fan fiction extended universe #street fighter #akuma #m bison #sakura kasugano #smash bros #princess daisy #ryu street fighter #ken masters #blanka #hi i'm daisy

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