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delimeful · 3 years ago

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taking the fall (4)

warnings: pain, injury, mentions of captivity

Roman woke to throbbing pain in his leg and an uncannily soft surface below him.

He resisted the urge to groan theatrically as he was unwillingly dragged back to consciousness, and then resisted the urge to groan harder as he recalled just what had happened before he passed out.

He’d been seen. After all his careful planning, his little one-in-a-lifetime excursion had still landed him in the hands of a human. He wasn’t fool enough to believe that Logan had left him alone just because he’d fallen out of sight for a moment and then passed out like a wimp who couldn’t even handle a little bone-breaking.

Humans often lived in blissful ignorance, but not ‘lack of object permanence’ levels of it. Logan had definitely seen him fall, and odds were that he was now in the human’s clutches. Which was bad.

Tiny furniture hobbies aside, the guy was a textbook nerd, which was only barely a step down from an actual scientist. Roman wouldn’t be surprised at all if he woke up in one of those clear glass vials that scientists were always using on TV. Would that be better or worse than a jar? Probably worse, but if he could tip it over…

He dragged his thoughts away from the hypotheticals, well aware that he was stalling. Whatever he was laying on now, it certainly wasn’t glass.

Hesitantly, he peeked one eye open a tiny bit.

A pillow. It looked absolutely bizarre from this angle, his body just barely heavy enough to sink in and cause a few wrinkles in the fabric, but it was still recognizable as one of the huge fluffy pillows that normally rested on the human’s bed.

He turned his head a little further, and found that the pillow was on the desk that he’d previously taken a dive off of. The miniature set was still present to one side, surprisingly enough. Perhaps less time than he thought had passed, if it hadn’t been sent off to wherever Logan had promised to take it yesterday?

Or perhaps Logan had decided to forgo that responsibility in favor of his exciting new discovery. Roman shuddered.

“Hello? Are you awake?”

The voice nearly made Roman jump out of his skin, and he couldn’t help but freeze guiltily, totally giving away his awakeness. He craned his head up and saw that Logan was sitting on the desk chair, pushed back a few feet from the desk, a tiny dresser in one hand and a paintbrush in the other.

That was… considerably less menacing than he’d been expecting. “What are you doing?”

Logan blinked at him, nonplussed. “Wood detailing?”

Roman squinted at him suspiciously, trying to figure out what nefarious plans one could enact with the details of a tiny dresser. Perhaps it was supposed to be a part of some sick enclosure that the human was designing for him? He had wanted Roman to talk about the chair, of all things, so maybe he needed a tiny victim to test out his furniture.

That wasn’t exactly torture, but he still needed to escape. His presence here risked every other borrower in the building and out of it. Growing more somber, he testingly shifted his leg, trying to figure just how effective the human-applied splint actually was.

… Ouch.

“Is it sufficient?” Logan asked, unknowingly echoing his thoughts as he leaned over slightly to peer down at him. Roman pulled on his fiercest scowl, and was gratified to see the human retreat slightly. “I have pain medicine, but I was uncertain about the proper dosage, so I decided to wait until you woke up to see what you wanted to do.”

“Oh, I just bet you want me to take pain medicine,” Roman shot back sharply, ignoring the fairly nonsensical nature of what he’d just said. Like he was helping a human figure out the best ways to drug a borrower!

“... I do?” Logan replied, sounding downright confused by his hostility. “Normally, I would encourage anyone with injuries as significant as yours to seek out professional medical attention, but after witnessing your fear of me, I assumed that you would prefer to not be exposed to more humans.”

“I wasn’t afraid!” Roman snapped indignantly, and then paused as the rest of that spiel caught up with him. He was unspeakably glad that the human hadn’t been dumb enough to waltz into a human sickbay with him, but-- “I would prefer to not be exposed to you, either, BFG!”

“BFG?”

“Big Frustrating Giant!”

Logan looked dubious, but carefully averted his gaze. It wasn’t what Roman had meant, but those huge eyes being off of him were admittedly a relief. He shuffled his body to the side slightly, trying to ignore the sharp pains from jostling his leg.

“I will remind you, you are the one who came into my apartment, not the other way around,” Logan said, frowning slightly but keeping his eyes locked on the furniture in his hand. “Why were you there?”

“I’m afraid it’s none of your business,” Roman sniffed haughtily, ignoring the way his heart had sped up in his chest at the idea of making the human angry.

“Apologies, I don’t mean my apartment. I’ve already discerned that you likely find sustenance and other helpful items in human living spaces, going by the ease with which you traverse large terrain and the repurposed human items that make up your belongings,” Logan clarified, casual as anything. “I was asking why you were in my stage miniature. There is no food in it, and you must know that I would notice if anything went missing.”

Roman stared at him, feeling the blood drain from his face at the offhand way that the human had correctly guessed a lot about how borrowerkind survived, all from Roman’s unconscious presence.

It was beans like this that the rules had been designed for, so of course he would be the one to catch Roman. He set his jaw, resolving not to say anything else that might give anything away to this wannabe Sherlock.

Logan glanced up from the layer of drying varnish that he’d been staring at for the past thirty seconds, wondering if maybe the tiny person had fallen back into unconsciousness.

But no, despite their silence they were still awake and glaring at him, brow furrowed and arms crossed firmly. He tilted his head curiously, trying to indicate that he was listening, but it seemed they didn’t plan to answer at all.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine,” he said, hurriedly looking back to the miniature he was fiddling with in an effort to not stress the tiny person out any further. “I simply wanted to see if there was anything you needed that I could provide you, since I’m partially responsible for your injury.”

“Partially?” they echoed, incredulous.

Logan nodded. “I startled you, and your attempt to flee led to injury. I should have known better than to move so quickly, particularly with the disparity in our sizes.”

“That was a strategic retreat,” they emphasized, “and you never would have caught me if you’d moved slowly. I’ll have you know I’m no slouch.”

Caught them…?

“My intention wasn’t to grab you,” he said. “I was reaching for one of the chairs to try and compare the scale. If it was incorrect, it would have been obvious when put side by side with you.”

“Yes, yes, I already guessed that you have nefarious furniture-related plots for your poor captive, you don’t have to explain it.” They were rolling their eyes when Logan glanced at them, and seemed to be an inch or two away from where he’d originally placed them on the pillow.

It felt to Logan as though they were talking cross-ways, even more so than his usual pop culture reference confusion(and didn’t it just figure that a tiny person that lived in the walls was more familiar with human colloquialisms than him?) during conversation. Perhaps it was due to their less than fortuitous first meeting?

“It seems like there might be some misconceptions here,” he tried. “I’m not keeping you captive.”

The stranger lifted a skeptical eyebrow, spreading their arms to gesture at the surrounding area. “Aren’t you, though?”

Logan followed the gesture, eyebrows drawn in. As far as he knew, a pillow on top of his desk hadn’t turned into an impenetrable prison within the last few moments. “No. I’m not.”

“So if I were to, say, walk out right now, you’d just be all peachy-keen with it?” they asked, almost condescending in their doubt. “You wouldn’t try to stop me from leaving?”

Logan paused, a firm denial on the tip of his tongue. “Are there others like you nearby?”

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say, going by the way their tiny hands went white-knuckled for a moment.

“No,” they answered mulishly, “I’m the only one of my kind. And I’ll have you know, if there were others-- which there’s not-- I would never sell out my hypothetical fellows for my own freedom!”

“That’s…,” Logan sighed, deciding not to mention how incredibly dubious he was of the likelihood that there was only one of a species. “That’s not what I meant. You clearly pursue an active lifestyle, I just wanted to ensure that there would be someone to support you and help you recover from your injuries. You won’t be able to even walk on that limb for a fair bit of time without permanently damaging it.”

Logan thought for a moment that he’d gotten through to them, witnessing the way trepidation lingered in their expression when they looked down at their leg, but then they shook their head firmly.

“That’s just an excuse! I know that you’re planning on keeping me, humans always do. I’d rather deal with a permanent limp than be a pet in one of your little dollhouses,” they spat, vitriol in every word. “So either let me go or admit your foul plans!”

The words were sharp, designed to incite, but Logan was used to scanning for the tiniest of flaws in his work, and he could spot the subtle signs of fear that his tiny visitor was just barely concealing. Clenched fists to hide shaking hands, the curl to their shoulders that suggested they wanted to curl up defensively, even their expression wobbled slightly when Logan spent a moment too long looking at them.

He took a deep breath, trying to ease the tension in his own frame and put them a little more at ease. An impossible task, considering they expected him to-- to know that they were a talking, feeling person and try to ‘keep them’ anyhow, but it helped clear his head.

“What will it take?” he asked, keeping his voice even.

“Um, what?” they asked, thrown off.

“To get you to stay here, just until you heal. I’m asking this of you, so it’s only reasonable that you ask for something in exchange,” Logan said. “If we can’t come to an agreement, I’ll leave you to your own devices, but there has to be something you want badly enough to remain here for a few weeks.”

“And what, you’ll just give it to me and let me leave after I’m all healed up?” they asked, continuing their trend of acting like a future in which he acted with normal human decency was an impossibility.

“Yes,” Logan answered, as earnest as he could manage. “That’s part of the arrangement. I would also like to know your name and pronouns, though that is secondary to being allowed to treat you.”

“What if I said you weren’t allowed to grab me? Or touch me at all?” they asked.

“That would be acceptable,” Logan replied without hesitation, mentally trying to figure out how non contact would alter a treatment plan.

“And you… you aren’t allowed to take notes on me! Or pictures!” they continued, watching him intently. He kept his expression agreeable, only nodding. “And you have to give me food, you can’t withhold it or make it part of another deal.”

“Medical treatment for someone on bedrest also includes things like meals and mental enrichment,” Logan replied, concealing the displeasure he felt at the idea that someone else would have tried that in his position. He really did hope these were all hypotheticals.

“And… and…,” they cast about, looking for something else to add to their ‘ridiculous’ demands, “I also want a sword!”

Logan paused, admittedly caught off guard. “A functional one?”

“Yeah-- yes, that's right! I want a sword perfectly sized to me, entirely functional, or the deal is off!” they replied, smug as though they thought they’d finally found something he’d refuse.

Unfortunately for him, Logan wasn’t the type to be deterred by a challenge. “I’ll have to go through some prototypes, but it can’t be too different from some metal decor I’ve worked on in the past.”

“Sorry, what now?” they asked.

Logan was already reaching for a post-it to jot down ideas for the base source of metal-- A nail? Or perhaps a piece of old silverware?-- eyes bright with anticipation. “I’m saying that you have a deal. You’ll stay here, and I’ll make you a sword.”

Caught up in schematics as he was, he completely missed his guest’s exasperated groan.

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how-masterful · 3 years ago

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To Have Your Cake (And Eat It Too)

Dhawan!master x Reader

Summary: The Master has gotten himself tied up. On your birthday of all days. Stuck in a straightjacket and with no idea how long its going to last, you decide to treat your Time lord with a share of your sweet and sinful birthday desires

Notes: for the second year in a row, this is the official how masterful birthday fic™ for her absolutely beloved @plethora-of-imagines . happy birthday, my love! I hope through all the chaos of losing the first draft, flaky internet connections, and a crippling desire for this fic to work out, you hopefully enjoy your birthday gift! 🥳❤💫

this fic was partly inspired by this piece of artwork by @/thoscheii

The Master tugged angrily on his arms, for the fifth time that minute. He grit his teeth together, yanking his shoulders downwards.

It was a fruitless effort.

The straight jacket still refused to budge.

“I’ve tried everything, Master. You really are stuck in there until those time locks fall off.”

He tugged once more, before sighing and sinking back into his chair.

“Great. Absolutely magnificent.”

It was a stupid idea. You’d told him as such. The planet of the bachelors, solo men that thrived on their isolation from women. Females within the species simply didn't exist. The Master had seemingly decided the best idea in the universe, something he’d say about every new plan, would be to try and blend in in order to steal some exciting world destroying weapons (and obviously refuse to tell you about the details). It would be an absolute piece of cake, he’d decreed as soon as he’d planned it- sneak in, steal the plans, sneak out. It would only take fifteen minutes or so. That was 7 hours ago.

However, in his pride and… underestimation of the species’ intelligence, he’d made a single, glaring oversight.

He hadn't taken the bloody wedding ring off of his finger.

“Have you really tried everything?”

You turned from your position leant against the console, sending him an offended expression. The Tardis hummed and whirred in your defence.

“Yes! Every single idea you gave me!”

“Are you sure?”

You widened your eyes in an expression that hopefully conveyed to him it wouldn't be wise to ask again. The Tardis beeped rapidly, hoping to dissolve the tension. Still leaning against the console you folded your arms, looking down at your husband.

“Yes, Master. I promise. I really think you’re just gonna have to wait this one out.”

The Master let out a loud and rather obnoxious groan. He let his head fall back, scrunching up his face in a look of pure annoyance. But even that expression of disappointment, and most likely rage, couldn't be fully executed. The thick red collar that sat around his neck propped up his head like a neck brace.

To his credit, taking off his ring wasn't something he had to do often. Since the day he’d put it on for the first time it never seemingly came off. That was part of his overt sentimentality that you secretly adored. Plus, it hadn’t caused any problems for the pair of you. The ring, a golden band engraved with endless circular Gallifreyan, sat snugly on his finger and often shone, even in low light. It acted as a symbol, a sign to other creatures great and small that he was indeed a taken Time Lord. It matched your own, your wedding band sharing the same design that comfortably nested itself upon your own hand. Of course, yours had to share a finger with the engagement ring- a white point star, shrunken perfectly to sit and shimmer in a band forged from the oldest nugget of gold in the universe.

You looked down at the ring, smiling fondly at the glimmering star that sat on your finger. It shifted and refracted at even the smallest of movements, even in the low light of the Tardis. From there you looked up to see the Master still trying to flop back his head, grumbling and muttering something most likely threatening to himself. You tilted your head, watching him struggle, before carefully making your way over to sit yourself down in his lap. Taking his face in your hands you carefully brushed over his cheeks with your thumbs, the anger and rage that simmered in his expression slowly melting away as he stared up at you with a rare, rather defeated expression.

It wasn't often that the Master was the one in need of saving. At least in the typical, damsel in distress sort of way. It was no secret that the Master had a history of getting in over his head, especially when it came to the Doctor and their centuries long rivalry- from the Autons all the way to the Kasaavin, the Master would sometimes need that extra helping hand. But with you, he was always so proudly in command. The Master of the situation, one could say. With you he would stride in, proudly taking control over every situation: if you were in danger he’d burst in burning with unstoppable rage, guns blazing- more likely TCE blazing, and would happily destroy anything and anyone that was in the path between you and him. Only now it was him that required the whole rescuing thing.

Seeing him like this, bound in a jacket with timed locks that simply refused to budge, almost made him look humbled. But of course he wouldn't let something so small destroy his persistent (And slightly enjoyable) egomania.

“It suits you, y’know.”

The Master rolled his eyes.

“Is that your way of making me feel better?”

“I’m serious. I never thought I'd say it, but you suit a collar and straight jacket.”

The Master bit back a laugh, sending you an incredulous expression.

“Really? Is that so? Because I feel like a knock off Houdini. Even I don't deserve that.”

You pouted dramatically, sticking out your bottom lip. Your hand reached up to ruffle his already messy hair, earning an even angrier scowl.

“You’re enjoying yourself far too much. Just you wait until I get out of here.”

“Aw, is the big bad Master angry he's got his collar on and matches his wife?”

The Master gave a reluctant laugh, narrowing his eyes like a cat. You tickled under his chin with your fingers, enjoying watching him attempt to squirm away. You could tell he was trying so hard to seem offended, but the way he subtly titled his head to grant you more access to the strip of skin under his chin made you believe otherwise.

It was also undeniable that the thick red collar that sat around his neck matched your own. It seemed, to the Master, that his collaring of you was a pre marriage arrangement. Your own was a rich, purple leather that curved around your throat, lined with golden velvet that sat flush against your skin. Golden hardware, buckles and rings decorated the piece, making the thing look incredibly lavish and expensive- and judging by the Masters taste, it probably was.

“Don't patronise me, love.”

The Master was scowling again. It looked rather cute. You placed a quick peck to the top of his forehead, watching him scowl in return.

“I can't help it Master, you look like a kicked puppy. All grumpy and angry. You know Its your own fault you got into this mess.”

The Master opened his mouth, ready to argue to the ends of the earth as to how he wasn't responsible for the consequences of his own actions. This argument was neither new, nor something you wanted to get into again.

Suddenly, you had a thought. It was a naughty thought, rather nefarious.

Though not deadly, the thought was slightly dangerous. If only for what the Master might do when he finally got free. Yes, this was an ample opportunity for you to follow through, and use the new situation to your advantage. He’d be so proud, you thought, if it wasn't him in said situation.

You pushed your finger against the Master's lips, catching the Time Lord slightly off guard. Once again, his eyes narrowed.

“Move. Your. Finger.”

“I’m pretty sure this is the universal symbol of shut up and listen, Master.”

The Time Lord pressed his lips into a thin line, glaring absolute daggers in your direction. Slowly you pulled your finger away from his lips, moving your face so close your noses almost touched.

“Fine, I'm listening.”

“Of all the days, Master. You had to choose today. Lucky for you, the Tardis thinks there's not much time left on those time locks. Lucky for me, it gives me just enough time to have some fun with you.”

If the Master's eyes were narrow before, now they were creeping wide. You could see the calculations his brain was performing behind his eyes, all the thoughts and possibilities swirling around in his head like brain soup. Rarely was the Master ever in a situation where somebody intended to have fun with HIM. Usually it was the other way around. This was a new sensation, a feeling of which the Master in all his years of existence had yet to fully comprehend.

Was this… what nervousness felt like?

It wasn't long until he was about to find out.

In all his time, cataloguing his thoughts and trying to figure out what you could possibly mean, the Master failed to notice you slipping from his lap and heading off towards the kitchen. With a skip in your step, you quickly made your way towards the piece of delicious, freshly baked cake that sat under the crystal glass dome on the counter top- grabbing a fork on your journey back as you circled, returning to the door from which you came.

Quickly scarpering back to the console room, you could see the Master still thinking, his eyebrows furrowed as he tugged at the jacket once more. He really did look like a curious cat, sneering at the problem at hand while also being absolutely fascinated. You carefully made your way towards the Time Lord, letting out a small cough to break him from his focus. Suddenly, his head snapped up towards you, his mess of hair flying backwards as he looked from your smug expression to the plate in your hand, before turning back to your face with a knowing look.

The large triangle of birthday cake, decorated in thick frosting and rainbow sprinkles, sat upon the fine china plate.

“What are you up to now?”

“You decided to get yourself tied up on my birthday. You’re going to enjoy this slice of cake with me even if I have to feed you it by hand. Now open.”

The Master watched intently as you held the fork to his lips, sending you an unimpressed expression.

“There's nothing on it.” he deadpanned.

“I know that,” you sighed. “Hold it for me while I get myself comfortable.”

The Master rolled his eyes, before opening his lips and taking the fork between his teeth. He looked like those flamenco dancers that would brandish a rose in their mouth while dancing, only slightly less flamboyant. Though the Master definitely was no stranger to flamboyance, if his past regenerations and even more recent plans were anything to go off.

“What on earth are you planning?” he mumbled through gritted teeth, watching you precariously place the plate upon his thigh. His eyes watched with absolute wonder as he saw what you were doing.

Carefully, in front of the Time Lord, you began to tug at the hem of your underwear from beneath the already rather short dressing gown- the pile of clothes you’d rescued him in already sat in a pile in the corner of the room. You slowly shimmied your panties down your legs, his eyes never leaving your body as you purposely drew out your movements. You could tell the Master was fascinated, the way his chest had begun to rise and fall slightly faster than usual. Methodically you teased him, slipping the underwear from your legs and throwing them on to the pile. Your hands then slowly wandered to the Master's knees, the Time Lord taking in a deep breath as you fiddled with the zipper of his trousers, pulling it down to expose his underwear. You took hold of the plate on his thigh before it toppled, using your other hand to pull down the waistband of the Masters underwear, carefully freeing the Masters hardening cock. You could hear him let out a low, guttural groan behind the fork.

Without breaking his gaze you straddled over his thighs, pushing your body against his own as you sank yourself down to sit on his now firm cock. You gasped softly as you felt him inside you, the Masters left eye practically twitching as he bit down on the fork in his mouth. You rocked backwards and forwards a couple times, settling yourself down in his lap, before you brought the plate to sit between your chest and his own. Soon after, you finally reached to pull the fork from between his teeth. The Master was staring at you, wordlessly, lightly panting for breath as you smiled oh so innocently.

“There,” you teased. “Much comfier.”

The Master was working his way towards catching his breath.

“You know… if you were anybody else… I'd kill you for this.”

You laughed lightly, measuring out the size of the first bite with the prongs of the fork.

“Good. Because if anybody else did this to you, I'd kill them as well. You’re my husband after all.”

“You’re getting far too cheeky, love. I think you need reminding who's in charge here.”

You leant forwards in the Masters lap, purposely shifting your hips. You couldn't help but smile at the involuntary gasp he gave.

“What are you going to do, Master? Spank me? With what hands?”

The Master met your gaze, matching your expression. Your faces were mere inches away from each others, your eyes daring each other to make the next move.

“You’re in so much trouble after this.”

“You can't punish the birthday girl, Master. That's just plain old rude.”

The Master chuckled fondly.

“Forgive me for misplacing my manners, dearest. I must’ve left them with my hands.”

“Apology accepted.”

You nipped at the end of his nose with your teeth, before giggling cheekily and leaning in for a kiss. The Master, in all his superiority and domination, couldn't help but kiss back. He always failed to stay fully angry at you. Your noses brushed together as you stole a kiss from each other's mouths, the pair of you dissolving into quiet laughter once you parted.

“Let me have this moment, Master. Please.”

The Master pondered for a moment, tilting his head dramatically to the side and watching your hopeful expression blossom onto your face. He huffed out a sigh, looking up at you with another defeated expression. Only this one was full of genuine fondness.

“Fine.” he sighed finally. “Because it's your birthday.”

Your smile was absolutely beaming. You pulled the end chunk of cake onto the fork, holding it up to the Masters mouth. The frosting was almost dripping back onto the plate from the fluffy, bite sized piece. He parted his lips, waiting for you to place the cake into his mouth.

“Say please, Master.”

“Don't push it, Y/n.”

You simply shrugged in return, before placing the cake into the Master's mouth. As he chewed you gently began to circle your hips, lightly moving atop his cock, generating a small amount of friction. The Master gave a quiet moan, letting his eyes flutter shut as the cake melted on his tongue. He licked at his lips, catching the small trail of frosting and sprinkles that had remained on his lips.

“How is it?” you purred softly.

The Master smacked his lips together, before giving a lazy smile.

“I’m enjoying myself more than I anticipated.”

“Poor Master, did you think I was going to torture you?”

The Master chuckled as you offered him another piece of cake, parting his lips and watching you intently as you teasingly pulled the fork slowly from his mouth. You continued to twist and circle your hips, the Master's eyes watching you almost hypnotically. You could feel a hot flush begin to creep up your face, the apples of your cheeks blushing a sweet red as your shoulders began to relax. The Master smirked, watching you break off another chunk of the sprinkle covered cake. Only this time you placed it into your own mouth.

You could see why the Master reacted so positively. The flavours swirled and collided in your mouth, your taste buds exploding with sensory pleasure. Your hips swivelled and rocked, much like clockwork, as you rolled your head over your shoulders and gave a deep moan of pleasure.

“Shit, that's a good cake.” you admitted, fluttering open your eyes. The Master was licking his lips, hands lightly tugging on the straightjacket as you licked the frosting from your teeth.

“It's almost as nice as our first wedding cake.”

“Go on, take another bite.”

Weakly, you nodded, breaking off another chunk with the fork and placing it on your tongue. The ‘yes Master’ you gave was almost a whisper.

You did the same for your husband, feeding him another chunk of the cake while continuously building a rhythm of motion atop his cock. The Master was groaning, harder than before, a light sweat beginning to form on his brow. He couldn't help but notice how much closer you’d pressed yourself to his torso, the cake almost sliding from the plate that was now practically diagonal against your chest.

“Y’know, it's not the first time I've worn something like this.” the Master admitted between mouthfuls.

“Seriously?” your voice was almost lost behind a moan.

“White straightjacket, red collar, I think they- fuck- chose something from my personal history to cage me in.”

The Master was now beginning to thrust his hips up against yours, jostling your rhythm and causing you to give a shocked gasp of pleasure. The plate almost fell from your chest, barely being caught by your spare hand and the edge of the fork.

“Master, yes-”

You bit your bottom lip to suppress the guttural moan you wanted to give. The sweetness of the cake mixed with the burning deep in your belly was causing your senses to go into overdrive. The Master was methodical, thrusting up as best he could with the top of his body tied in place. His movements were sending chills shooting up your spine, knowing exactly how to make you gasp for breath and beg for more. He always knew exactly what you desired, his body and mind instinctively understanding every primal desire you had. Maybe you were just obvious. Or perhaps he was more sentimental than he let on.

Soon the once imposing slice of cake was nothing more than a single section. Crumbs and sprinkles poked from the corners of your mouth and onto your lips, the Master's teeth gnashing upwards in a bid to lick them away. Your speed and ferocity had increased to the point where you needed to stabilize yourself atop the Masters thrusting cock. Both of you had begun to sweat. Something needed to give.

“Master, I need, fuck-”

“I swear to god, let me taste you.”

The Master was panting like an animal.

“The plate-”

“Fuck the plate. I’ll buy you as many as you want. Come here, do as you’re told.”

You gave an inhumane snarl as the fork clattered to the floor, your fingers grasping hold of the last square of cake. Frosting oozed down your fingers as you relented your grip on the plate, the small black plate crashing down onto the hard wood and shattering into thousands of shards. The Master opened wide as you bucked your hips, your fingers pushing the cake firmly against his mouth. Sprinkles and crumbs smeared over the Masters lips as you abandoned all inhibition, your own mouth diving in to follow as your lips crashed together in an animalistic kiss. Teeth and tongues slashed and battled for control as the sweet concoction oozed down your throats, the taste of the frosting melting into the taste of each others mouths.

Crumbs and sticky decoration stained the clean white straightjacket as your fingers clasped hold of the Masters shoulders, your forehead pushing against his as he snarled into the kiss. Your hips thrusted furiously against his own, the pair of you rising and falling against the back of the chair as you begged for friction and every sensation you were willing to share. Your fingers fisted into the back of the Master's hair, the other hand stroking down his back and running over the intricate set of time locks that connected the jacket together in an intricate lattice of latches. You tugged on them as you went, growing deeper into the kiss as you bounced yourself up and down in the Masters lap.

You could feel yourself getting close to the precipice of satisfaction, the Master's teeth nipping at your bottom lip as his tongue licked over the mess. Your noses pushed together as you hissed in delight, your body clamouring for release as you whined pathetically in his ear.

“Master, so close” you begged, tugging on his earlobe with your teeth.

The Master snapped his teeth together, pushing his forehead against his own.

“Don't you dare cum” he barked, groaning as you licked down the side of his face.

“Please, please I can't-”

“Listen to your Master” he growled in your ear. As if that would do anything but make it worse.

The Master continued to thrust and groan, his face flush almost as red as his collar as he edged you closer and closer to release. You struggled to even control your mouth, groans and cries of pleasure escaping your throat as you completely fell apart in the Masters lap. Everything was building up inside of you, your body absolutely ready to feel the warm wave of release course through your very being. All you were waiting on was the Masters word.

And then it finally arrived.

“Cum”

You felt your whole body ricochet from the sudden release of pressure. Your scream was painfully desperate as you felt yourself fold into nothingness in the Masters lap. You gave in completely, the warmth spreading through your entire body as you climaxed hard and fast upon the Masters still hard cock. Tears were mixing with the streaming sweat as you slumped forward against the Master's chest, the Time Lord chuckling as your exhausted eyes fluttered shut on impact. You were about to sleepily flirt, much like usual, sweetening the already malleable Master with your flattering words and praises, when a loud bang sent your eyes flying wide open.

One by one, the time locks that ran up the Masters spine unclasped and plummeted down to the floor, collecting in a heap as they slid through the back of the chair. You picked your head up to look at the Master, sweat dripping from his brow and sprinkles caught in his stubble, watching as the Time Lords face slowly began to spread into a dangerous grin. You felt a chill go down your spine as he slowly began to unfold his arms, forcing you to sit up in his lap, supporting yourself by pushing down on his thighs.

“Well then”

The Master purred, pulling his arms free from their clasps. His fingers wriggled within the triangle shaped tip of the sleeve, his hands reaching up to slickly unclasp the thick red collar from around his neck. It fell to the floor, joining the locks, fork, and what was left of the plate. He looked down at you with a typical, Masterful, Cheshire cat grin.

“Would you look at that?”

Instinctively you gulped, looking up at the Master as he lifted your chin with his cloth covered fingers.

“Now I don't know about you, love, but I've noticed you’ve been getting a little bit too cheeky for my liking.”

At best, you sent him a weak smile. You knew what was about to happen.

“And I have hands now. Lucky, lucky you.”

“I'm guessing you’re going to punish me now, aren't you Master?”

The Master shushed you, tutting as he shook his head. He still clasped your chin in his hand.

“You said it yourself, dear. I can't punish the birthday girl. But I can encourage her to help me get the release I so lovingly provided for her. It's only fair, after all. If there happens to be a lesson or two learned in the process? Call that an added bonus.”

You chuckled weakly as the Master guided you to stand, supporting your still twitching hips as you sent him a wry smile.

“Y’know Master, there's a phrase we have on earth. You can't have your cake and eat it too.”

The Master tilted his head, his mouth making a small ‘o’ shape as he crooked an eyebrow. It soon melted away into a gentle smile, his fingers tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Oh, my love.” he grinned, a chuckle building in his throat as he pecked the top of your forehead.

“I just did.”

All of a sudden you felt yourself being lifted into the air, the impact of the Masters shoulder against your stomach knocking the wind out of your system. He barked out a proud laugh as he raised a hand to spank your already reddened ass, his teeth nipping at the soft flesh of your hip as you gave a surprised yelp.

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” he cried, laughing as he carried you towards the bedroom, where god knows what painful pleasure awaited you.

“I hope the birthday girl has room for seconds!”

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itsclydebitches · 4 years ago

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Hello, everyone! Can you believe this is the third time I've started the recap for this chapter? Between a dying computer and a mass edit during my monthly state of, "Oh my god get rid of everything we can't let people know that we wRITE!" this project is cursed. This is the version though, I can feel it. Be positive!

Now, where were we? It's been some months (RIP) since I last posted, so I wouldn't be surprised if everyone's forgotten what's going on in this insane novel. A quick recap before the recap then: new teams have formed, no one is happy about it, Sun and Velvet went off to a shady club run by The Crown and — shock shock, surprise surprise — got themselves into a heap of trouble. That's the long and the short of it. We have to wait a while to find out what happens to them though because this chapter is focused on Coco.

We learn that Professor Rumpole has sent Coco and her new team — Team ROSC — out into the desert to take care of the grimm around the city's borders. To say that Coco is disappointed in this assignment is an understatement. We learn that they've been at this for a week straight and have gone without showering or a change of clothes that entire time (no one packed a bag?), so for a second I was hugely sympathetic. You know this vine?

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I feel this vine in my soul. Give me hot water and hot coco or give me death. Besides, work is work and dangerous, physical work without a break or basic comforts is incredibly taxing. Toss in the extreme heat of a desert and I'd be pissed at everything too, no matter how important my work was. That's human.

Yet instead of humanizing Coco like this, it turns out she doesn't care at all about the hardship involved. It's fighting grimm that she's annoyed by. She thinks that "Searching for the person or persons kidnapping innocent people for some unknown but dark purpose was way more useful than fighting Grimm far from the city" and I'm just like, Coco, honey...

Do you know what your career path is?

IT'S TO KILL GRIMM.

Okay, there's admittedly a justification here, but it's a stupid one. Coco goes on to say that "This area was called the Wastelands for a reason." She's snarky about it, saying that it wastes “her time, her talent, and her patience," but the real takeaway is that it's, you know, a wasteland. Deserted of grimm and of people. What's the point of defending an area that doesn't need defending? A huntress' job might normally be to fight grimm, but when those grimm aren't around and kidnappers are, that's a whole new set of priorities.

The problem with all this is that the Wastelands is definitely not deserted and it's definitely not as far from the city as Coco would like to imply. In just a few paragraphs an alarm is going to trip and Coco will find six grimm roaming in a pack. Then she finds a person. Then that person says she needs to get back to see someone in the city within half an hour. So there are grimm, there are people about, and this area is apparently close enough to the border that you can get back to the city proper, on foot, and then get wherever it is you’re going in a bustling metropolis... all within half an hour. By that logic these grimm aren't out in the boonies, they're right outside everyone's door.

Yet Coco isn't convinced, saying that "Post Beacon [killing grimm] had been for a noble cause, but this just felt like … busywork." I cannot possibly emphasize enough that this is the job she signed up for. Not to be a detective specializing in missing people, not a war hero always on the front lines of a battle, but one of many huntsmen who perform the daily, routine, very necessary task of protecting the people from grimm. With "protecting" covering both immediate threats and preparatory work that ensures more threats don't come about — like taking care of grimm outside before they become a larger threat. You know what would have happened if Beacon had a daily chore of students killing grimm within a few miles radius of the school? There would have been far less grimm charging a mass of unprotected students when negativity unexpectedly skyrocketed.

And, as always, I am aware that Rumpole is the likely villain here. From a writing perspective, this is very much presented as her getting Coco out of the way so that she can go about her nefarious deeds in peace... but that doesn't erase the fact that the task itself is a sound one. Rumpole's motivations don't matter here, only Coco's annoyance that she... has to do her job?

I mean yeah, everyone complains about their job to one extent or another, but can you imagine if you stumbled across a firefighter complaining about all the kitchen fires they've had to put out lately? "It's so boring! There are much better things I could be spending my time and talent on. I mean, that inferno that took out a city block last year? Putting that out was noble. But routine fires? House fires? Giving lectures on how to prevent fires in the future? Ugh, I can't believe the department expects me to do this grunt work." Meanwhile, you're sneaking off, hoping that this firefighter is never called to your house, nursing mild worries about how much they're romanticizing the recent tragedy that took so many lives...

Complaints about the job turn into complaints about the teams, which makes far more sense for Coco's character. Anyone's, really. Despite my insistence that it's a good thing they're learning to fight with people other than their three besties, that was absolutely a sudden and rather traumatizing change, just given how attached the teams already are. I'm not at all surprised that Coco is struggling to cope.

She says she misses her friends, obviously, but also "surprisingly, Coco missed being in charge."

...That's supposed to be surprising? Coco, you love being in charge! How is this in any way a revelation?

Apparently it is though, stemming from how bad Reese is as their leader. As with so many things in RWBY, I find myself disagreeing with a perspective that's presented as a fact: "She liked to lead by group vote, which wasn’t leading at all." Yes... it is? We could go down a rabbit hole of literal definitions — to lead is to direct, to direct is to regulate, to regulate is to direct again — but ultimately our understanding of a word does not adhere to the dictionary alone. It's a knowledge built on experience and I would hope that everyone's experience with the term "leader" includes that person considering multiple perspectives before making a decision. A leader doesn't impose their view on a group without due consideration of their preferences and needs — that's a dictator — a leader guides the group based on feedback and their personal knowledge. If that feedback and knowledge results in a standstill, or if their knowledge outweighs preferences, they are the deciding vote because the people have previously said, "We trust your decisions" through the act of making them leader in the first place.

Asking for a group vote isn't avoiding leadership, it's an act of leadership. Reese decided that these situations warranted a majority rule. She further decided that whatever they settled on was indeed an appropriate course of action. Leadership skills are required to assess a situation and determine whether it's appropriate to vote on in the first place. If I announce to a group that we're voting on whether we go to the movies or the museum, I've done the work to determine that both of these choices are of roughly equal value and roughly equal availability. I haven't hit on any snags like, "The only movies playing are mindless blockbusters and I want this to be an educational outing" or "The museum is too far away. We'll never make it to dinner on time." Figuring out that a group can vote is its own kind of work. This avenue is particularly useful when the group is of roughly equal standing. With a few exceptions (like Ruby and Jaune) huntsmen classmates are all the same age, underwent the same training, and have had the same combat experiences. This isn't a case of one elite huntsmen lending their knowledge to an otherwise green party, it's a school randomly pointing at a somewhat outgoing individual during orientation and saying, "You. You're leader material, I guess, even though you've done little differently than the person standing beside you." Someone has to lead and Vacuo's switcheroo proves that anyone can be the leader if they're just put in that position. Coco claims a group vote is just "passing the responsibility off to your team" and yes! You want to share the responsibility because you are a team. They are a group of four equals working together with one person to guide them, they are not a boss with three subordinates. Why wouldn't Reese utilize the skills and ideas of those teammates? When making a decision, why wouldn't she see if everyone believes it's a good idea to do Thing A as opposed to Thing B? Unless Reese is outright ignoring her own ideas, beliefs, or gut feelings to cater to the others — which there's no reference of — this is good leadership. She's assisting her team in making decisions as a whole, rather than arbitrarily imposing her view on three others of similar skill and experience.

Yet Coco acts like because Reese doesn't go, "We're doing Thing A! End of discussion!" it's not leadership. Which, frankly, says a lot about how the RWBY-verse sees leadership as a whole.

I realize I'm rambling a great deal, so let me quickly provide a different media example. I'm currently immersed in Star Trek: Voyager and in season two, episode 14 "Alliances," Captain Janeway is faced with a difficult choice: align herself with a violent and so far untrustworthy species, or risk traveling through this quadrant of space without any allies. At first she's entirely against the idea of an alliance, going so far as to say that this isn't a democracy. She's the captain, dammit, she makes the decisions! But her first officer begs her to reconsider. Then the crew express disappointment — even disgust — that she won't consider this alternative. Then her chief of security, being a Vulcan, provides a persuasively logical argument for why an alliance is worth the risk... Long story short, Janeway finds herself in the minority and changes her decision accordingly. She attempts to garner an alliance and the fact that she was right — the species wasn't trustworthy and the alliance fails — is entirely beside the point. She realized that the majority voice matters. As far as we know, Reese is already practicing what Janeway learned.

ANYWAY the point is none of it matters because these characterizations are a mess. Coco also throws out that Reese "dressed like she was a twelve-year-old hanging out at the mall" and supposedly acts like one too. We're not given any examples of what that behavior looks like and, sorry, but I'm not personally inclined to judge someone based on their fashion sense. It would be great if this story actually engaged with some of the flaws the characters demonstrated, rather than just throwing them out to exist in this unacknowledged void.

Not that Coco's fashion-focused personality is really that important. Truly, the best thing about all this is how contradictory Coco's own thoughts are. She also listens to her teammates... except when she doesn't. She know when to go with their ideas and when to dismiss them for her own... except when she gets it totally wrong. As with so much in RWBY, this doesn't feel like the author giving Coco deliberate flaws that the story will grapple with down the line, it just comes across as a nonsense philosophy about leadership we're not meant to examine too closely. Coco gets to make references to the fact that her own, supposedly superior leadership is filled with holes, but heaven forbid she engage with that.

She ends all this with the thought that no matter what she might decide, she trusted her team to "do what she demanded of them” and is now extending that courtesy to Reese. This I'm inclined to praise Coco for. No matter what she might be thinking, it doesn't appear as if she's tried to undermine Reese (well, not yet. More on that at the chapter’s end), and she doesn’t appear to be refusing to listen to that leadership, even if she doesn't like how it comes about. As we're about to see, Coco has her team's best interests at heart, no matter the challenges they're facing.

Her thoughts turn back to her old team and we get... this.

Velvet was with a team that didn’t recognize her awesome capabilities. Fox was withdrawing, having lost his family for the second time. Yatsuhashi was going mad with worry about Velvet and his teammates, knowing that he couldn’t be there to protect them, and worrying he would accidentally hurt someone on his new team.

This is so unnecessarily dramatic. First, how does Coco even know any of this? Because it's been heavily implied that the old teams are barely in contact with one another. See: Velvet refusing to loop anyone in about the club and Coco stuck in the desert for a week. Second, why aren't they in contact, at least those who aren't on away missions? The entire group is acting as if changing teams means they're no longer allowed to be friends — family, as Coco puts it — when the relationship between Team RWBY and Team JNPR creates the opposite expectation right at the start of the series. Clearly, people from different teams can be close. Yatsu's worry that he might stumble using his semblance with new people is the only conflict that holds up here. Everything else has fairly straightforward solutions. Velvet needs to prove herself to new people. Yatsu needs to text Velvet if he's that worried about her. And Fox "having lost his family for a second time" is a pretty ridiculous exaggeration. You're attending the same school! Your family is still living down the hall if Vacuo has dorms like Beacon! In what world are these students unable to interact largely as they did before? They're acting as if the school has outright barred them from hanging out, rather than doing what will no doubt occur the moment they graduate: force them to work with different people. Just catch up with Fox over dinner!

Honestly, this chapter is pretty short, I'm just continually bewildered by this story.

To get back to the actual plot, something trips a sensor the group has set up and Coco responds to the situation in what I think is both a smart and empathetic manner. Previous experience has taught her that it's likely just a lizard, so she doesn't want to wake up her team for no reason. Disagreements aside, she cares enough to let them rest — "They’d probably appreciate the extra sleep." However, if it's a "rare case of something she couldn’t handle alone" she'd immediately call for help. Great plan! It's not often in this novel that I feel like I enjoy the characters, but this little moment actually had me liking Coco. Which, yes, I realize is a complicated claim. Characters should test the reader to a certain degree, mirroring all the personalities we see in real life, including biased, mean, or contradictory people. It's often a good thing to write a character that your reader is frustrated with. That can be the point! The problem with Myers' writing is that it isn't the point. Coco, as the former leader of our heroes in this tale, should be someone we enjoy spending time with and her flaws should be the basis for growth, or an acknowledgement that she is an imperfect, but well-rounded person. As it stands, flaws in this novel just sort of... exist? They bop around in the RWBY universe with almost no acknowledgement from the narrative or other characters, leaving the reader with little to nothing to take away from the text. Is Coco correct in her judgement? Is this a bias she needs to work on? Is she putting on a facade and her natural instinct to care for her team is the real Coco hidden underneath? Who knows! She’s just frustrating to read about most of the time and nothing comes of that.

Regardless, she heads out into the desert, using the night vision glasses Velvet made her.

Now see, this would have been the perfect thing to introduce before Velvet was fixing relay towers after the expert was injured. Remember how I said the novel didn't do enough to establish Velvet's own expertise? Not that a pair of goggles is really comparable to fixing a communications issue, but it still would have gone some way towards convincing me that Velvet is this super impressive tech gal, capable of handling any and all situations that might come her way.

But no, we get this impressive display of skill after Velvet's knowledge was needed in a pinch.

The glasses help Coco navigate the terrain, allowing her to both see in the dark and zoom in on things in the distance. This allows her to spot the six jackalopes that tripped the sensor, as well as the woman currently fighting them: Carmine, a villain from After the Fall that I know nothing about. Ah well. Note though what I said at the start, that Coco's dismissal of this assignment is based entirely in its supposed uselessness. Yet now here we have a pack of dangerous grimm and an enemy to content with.

Also, this is where Coco moves from kindly teammate to overconfident fool. She said she'd call for backup if she needed it... and she clearly needs it! From what I can gather, all of Team CFVY lost to Carmine last time they met up. But now she wants to risk fighting Carmine alone? Go get the others!

She doesn't, of course. Carmine doesn't notice Coco at first. She's talking about how she has to get back into the city. "He’s going to kill me if I’m not back to the Mirage in thirty."

As said, this also implies that Coco isn't nearly as far out as she initially suggested. If Carmine can feasibly finish this fight, cross the desert, navigate who knows how much of the city, and meet up with the mysterious "he" all in under half an hour, then Coco is patrolling pretty much right at the walls. AKA, the area that absolutely needs to be grimm free.

Luckily for those of us who are reading the books out of order, Myers gives a quick recap of Carmine's significance. Last book she had kidnapped Gus and "held off the combined might of Team CFVY in the desert” (oh hey, I was right), presumably escaping afterwards. Now here she is again, likely up to some new, nefarious deed.

Our of curiosity, I googled to see what she looks like and...

WHAT IS THAT OUTFIT?

Coco watches as she works to keep on top of the six grimm, debating whether she should help or walk away, but when Carmine is taken unawares, Coco acts without thinking, throwing herself into the fray.

Sometimes decisions were like that—your body already knew what to do while your brain was still processing the situation. Only in this case, Coco’s body wasn’t necessarily the clearest judge of character. Her brain would have said that Carmine didn’t deserve her help.

Now see, this is a scene I can get behind. The entire RWBY-verse is based around a type of superheroism: people with unnatural abilities, fantasy weapons, and extensive training devote themselves to protecting the people from various threats. Yet too often RWBY fails to convince me that these people are actually heroic, taking the standard flaws of a character and unknowingly exacerbating them to the point where I think, "Is this meant to be a commentary on the anti-hero? Or a critical look at these fantasy formulas? Because we've got the elements of that here, but no indication that the authors realize they're writing something other than that standard story." But this? This works for me. Coco, as a huntress, is so conditioned to help others that her body responds instinctively to someone being in danger, regardless of who that someone is. She outright admits that if she'd had the chance to think about it she would have decided against helping Carmine. The fact that she recognizes this and move anyway says a lot of good about her. Well done, Coco!

We see later that Carmine probably didn't need the help, but between the two of them the grimm really don't stand a chance. What's interesting though is how chummy the two are while defending themselves. Coco comments on Carmine's tendency to talk to grimm (like she does) and Carmine freely offers information about her movements, the fact that she lost her other sword, and that her partner, Bertilak, needs to "recharge a little" before getting back in the game. Carmine asks Coco if she'd like to team up with her instead (she does not) and the two have a number of flirty exchanges to top things off:

“I’ve been dreaming of a rematch with you,” Coco said.

“You’ve been dreaming about me? I’m flattered.” Carmine winked.

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“Hot date with the Crown?” Coco asked.

“Don’t be jealous, darling.”

I bring all this up not as a criticism of the buddy-enemy dynamic (it's a favorite of mine), but simply because of something that happens next. Before we get to that though, I admit that I am on the fence about the flirting. Given that I haven't read After the Fall (assuming this characterization exists there), I know that Coco is a lesbian mostly via RWBY cultural osmosis, rather than through the text. This is one of the few (the only?) times that I've gotten a hint at her sexuality, yet it's associated with predatory behavior. Carmine, her enemy, is the one who turns an angry dream into a flattering one, the hot date with the bad guy into something to be jealous of. I'm honestly struggling to remember what, if anything, Coco has had to say about women in this book — this is what comes of such slow recapping and I acknowledge that this is entirely my fault — but I'm nevertheless discomforted by knowing Coco's canonical status, knowing RWBY's struggles with queer rep, and then reading a scene where the most overt representation thus far is the bad guy twisting Coco's words into something sexual.

I'm no purist. Give me a good enemies-to-lovers fic any day of the week, but that doesn't mean that kind of dynamic is the best to pull from in a franchise already facing heavy criticism for its queer rep.

Especially since the moment the grimm are gone Carmine turns her sai on Coco.

This is the "something that happens next" that I referenced above. It's weird to have them attacking one another after a whole scene of pretty genuine companionship. Coco doesn't help Carmine as a consequence of defending herself, she willingly gets involved. They tease one another. Carmine appears to answer her questions honestly. There's both implied and overt references to how well they work as a team. Then, suddenly, Carmine is outright trying to kill Coco, not just with her sai but by burying her alive. It's not the sort of banter that Ruby and Roman used to engage in, trading fake compliments and, in Roman's case before his death, legitimate feelings while attacking one another. Nor is Coco prepared for an attack the moment the grimm are gone, and she's not surprised by it. It’s just this sudden change that feels rather jarring.

Though it's far from the first time BTD has failed to convey the emotion of a scene. Here's another example rnow. As said, Carmine is attempting to bury Coco alive by moving the sand with her semblance. That's horrifying enough on its own, but remember that Coco is claustrophobic. Yet none of that panic shines through here. She comes across as indifferent throughout the attack, thinking back to summers when her brother tried to bury her while she sunbathed, amazed that she could ever consider this fun. You know who Coco sounds like in this scene?

At no point during this attack did I get the sense that Coco believes she’s in serious danger, let alone that she's struggling against a long-term phobia. The only time I even remembered that claustrophobia is meant to be a challenge for her is when she throws out the oh-so casual line, "One of her worst nightmares was being buried alive." Oh really? Because it doesn't seem like it! Coco is calm enough to remember that she used to be able to hold her breath for exactly three minutes and forty-two seconds. That doesn't feel like a character fighting against her worst nightmare.

So this scene isn't exactly compelling. Which is too bad because, as said, Coco as some other nice moments in this chapter.

However, during all this we do learn a little more about Carmine. Prior to getting trapped in the sand, Coco comments on how shockingly strong she is. "Carmine should have been at least a little bit worn down from fighting Grimm," but she's not, "She seemed nearly unstoppable now." Coco hits her full in the face, but she doesn't seem fazed. Earlier in the chapter there was that comment about how she previously took on Team CFVY alone and at the end of the battle Coco observes that Carmine "still seemed as fresh as she had at the beginning of the fight. How was she even doing that?" My basic reading comprehension skills tell me that this is setup for something, likely some change enacted by the Crown. Surely the text wouldn't put so much emphasis on Carmine's strength — have Coco questioning it to this extent, framing it as unnatural — unless we were going to get an answer, right?

But this is RWBY, so I'm not inclined to count my chickens before they hatch.

The rest of Coco's team arrives and it's then that she decides to pull the super dangerous stunt to free herself. Yeah, yeah, I get that she's suffocating and needs to do something now, can't wait to be dug out I suppose, but the timing is pretty ridiculous. The cavalry has arrived, yay! Time to blow myself up.

Seriously. She blows herself up. Using her own semblance, Coco focuses on one of her gravity dust bullets and detonates it, causing all the others in her arsenal to detonate too. It gets her out of the hole and "knocked her Aura down to a dangerously low level."

So... let’s see. Coco can literally detonate a bunch of explosives on her person, after suffocating under stand, after fighting Carmine, after fighting grimm, after a week long mission, and her aura doesn't break... but Yang's does from a single Neo slash?

Okay, RWBY.

Reese and Olive try to attack Carmine together, but end up eliminating one another's attacks. I like that a team actually has some realistic difficulties for once. Coco, however, is internally an asshole, calling them "idiots" and saying that they need to learn to coordinate their attacks. Thing is, she apparently hasn't done anything over the last week to help with that. She's been too busy complaining about Reese's clothes.

Carmine runs off as more grimm show up, drawn by Coco's non-existent panic. To her credit she does thank the others for saving her... but then immediately tries to downplay that. “It wasn’t a fair fight,” Coco spat when Reese (correctly) points out that she's the one who was ambushed. She also starts giving orders and when Reese (again, correctly!) goes to point out that she's the leader, Coco talks over her, saying they can't waste any more time out here because she has reason to believe that Shade has been compromised. She needs them only because she's out of bullets and low on aura, but they definitely need her because "let’s face it, I’m the best strategist around for miles."

Coco's a strategist?

And why does she sound like a villain trying to convince the heroes to work with her? She’s already part of the team!

Putting all that aside for the moment, we're back to this prideful characterization. I liked the well-rounded Coco from a few pages ago who balanced caring for her team with the likelihood of needing backup. Now she's flinching from the idea that she'd ever need help (hello, Sun characterization too) and snatching Reese's role the moment she's given the chance. So much for respecting her position. If the book wants me to believe that Reese is unfit to be leader and this is a golden opportunity for Coco to right a wrong... how about we actually show Reese being a bad leader?

Regardless, yay working together? The chapter ends with them presumably taking out the grimm before heading back to Shade, along with an important revelation. Prior to leaving, Carmine asked Coco why Yatsuhashi and Fox weren't rushing to her aid. It's only now that Coco realizes she didn't mention Velvet. Why? Perhaps because Carmine already knows where Velvet is, which obviously doesn't imply anything good.

And that's the end of Chapter Ten! Can you tell I never know how to finish these recaps? Describing cliffhangers doesn't have quite the same punch as, you know, actual cliffhangers. You all just have to suffer through my mediocre endings with me.

But would you look at that! Turns out the third attempt at writing this was the charm! :D

See you for Chapter Eleven! 💜

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oc-mother · 3 years ago

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Do note that this is my most recent Smaugust drawing, (8-8-2021), and that there are at least 10 drawings that have been completed between the previous post, (The Puppet Dragon), and this one. I posted this one now because I am so proud of this one, and how I wrote his “origin” story for this mythological AU.

(I will be continuing the drawings from the previous post, (The Puppet), from tomorrow and further on).

Name: The Bogeyman

Specific Dragon type: Bogeyman

Specie mix: Lester/AKA the Bogeyman, the creature that his prosthetics are based off of (Cockroach), and a dragon.

Design notes: I tried, and successfully designed, to make his lower half look like he accidentally caused himself to mutate while trying to heal himself from a near fatal/otherwise fatal damage to his lower half, meaning, it will look kinda gross, also while pushing the cockroach theme.

Origin Story: Lester’s origin story is very similar to his typical/original origin story in my SugarGlider comics, which is where his comic origin is.

But he is also very different than any of the other dragons in this universe.

Rather than being born/hatched as the odd dragon specie that he is, instead, he began as a dark high elf, simply known to elf and human children alike as The Boogeyman/The Bogeyman, as he often broke into houses at night and abduct children who lived there for unknown, but most undoubtfully, nefarious purposes.

Even for a dark high elf, who are/were known to use dark magic in their life styles, a kind of magic that normal high elves typically refuse to touch, Lester/The Boogeyman/Bogeyman, had a kind of magic ability that he could use without the use of amulets, spells, and rituals.

He could somehow hypnotize most people of low magic to do his bidding just by maintaining eye contact for a good period of time, and his most common choice of victim for this was, and still is, children. The reasoning behind this is most likely, but hasn’t been confirmed as of yet, is because no one suspects that the children could have a much more sinister reason to be thieving the things that Lester sends them out to steal for him.

Despite having this unique ability and evil genius level of intelligence, he always had a goal of becoming more powerful, and the only thing he could think of that he would admit is more powerful than he was, was a dragon.

Another thing to note, before anyone forgets, is that he also had a healing spell that worked wonders and never failed. Never had any bad side effects to him either. Or at least, at this point in time.

After a while and plenty of searching through the lands for a spell, amulet, ritual, or something similar to turn him into a dragon, or at least give him the power of one, he finally succeeded.

Now, sometime after this, he made the horrendous decision to annoy and eventually start a fight with SugarGlider’s Dave Dragon, (which I have not designed yet as of posting this), by taunting him, being over confident and too braggy about himself, he was dealt nearly and otherwise fatal damage to his waistline and below.

He tried using his healing ritual again, to heal his wounds, but something about the ritual/item/amulet that turned him into or gave him the powers of a dragon corrupted this healing ritual, causing him to horrifically and painfully mutate into the cockroach mutant boogeyman dragon that he is today.

The reason why this healing ritual was corrupted is because the ritual was specifically made/planned to be used ONLY on pure Dark High Elves, and with Lester turning himself into part dragon, (although artificially), it did not continue to work as intended.

#Smaugust 2021 #Smaugust #Lester AKA The Bogeyman #Lester AKA The Bogeyman Dragon #SugarGlider villains #Mythological AU

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Name: Helmut J.(Jerit) Zemo

Meaning of Name: Helmut: heil ("healthy") or hiltja ("battle"), and the second from muot ("spirit, mind, mood"), Jerit: It creates an aggressive and independent nature, one with big ambitions, giving you salesmanship and promotional ability combined with excellent business judgment to gain the accumulation to which you feel entitled “ "just", Zemo: Makes you quick-minded with the result that you are never at a loss for words. When you are feeling relaxed and cheerful, you can be very charming and able to say just the right thing to compliment or inspire someone. You prefer to negotiate rather than fight

Nickname/Alias(s): Phoenix, Baron Zemo, Citizen V, John Watkins III, Iron Cross, Mark Evanier, Theo Broussard, James Barnes, Herr Müller, Doctor, Psychiatrist, Fake Doctor, Aufseher Menz, Helmy, Baron, Jim, Sock-Head, Leper, Muse, Colonel, Sir

Age: 30

Birthday/Place/Time: September 2, Leipzig, Germany, 1991

Species/Nationality: Human, German,

Accent: Yes

Language spoken: German, English, Ukrainian, Urdu, Ilocano, Dutch, Persian, Swedish, Somali, French, Turkmen, Russian,

Powers/Skills:

Energy Blast

Energy Manipulation

Flight

Gadgets

Genetic Manipulation

Gravity Manipulation

Peak Human Intelligence/Enhanced

Leadership Intuition

Longevity

Marksmanship

Peak Human Accuracy/Enhanced

Enhanced Gunmanship

Intangibility(While being a ghost?)

Possession (Through his mind being trasferred)

Powerful Objects

Peak Human Stealth/Enhanced

Enhanced Swordsmanship

Enhanced Unarmed Combat

Weapon Proficiency

Science Intuition

Tactical Analysis

Tactical Genius

Peak Human Strength/Supernatural

Peak Human Speed/Supernatural

Peak Human Agility/Supernatural

Weaknesses/Illness/Allergies: Missing Limb: Zemo lost his hand in a battle with Punisher and wears bandages around his arm as a result, Nerve damage from being burned/melted in glue, Various other issues from this incident, Degradation of mental stability from this incident, as well as from a childhood with his father and his fathers actions toward others in front of him,

Pet: None

Occupation: Commander of an elite paramilitary tactical unit,Terrorist, Ruler of Bagalia, 13th Baron of Zeulniz, adventurer, Mastermind, Would-be world savior with world conquest inclinations; Former professional criminal, Leader of Thunderbolts, Assassin, Engineer, Wealthy criminal entrepreneur,

Faceclaim: Daniel Brühl

Description: Blue eyes (Alt: Brown), Blond hair (Alt: Brown), Helmut's face has in the past been disfigured, looking like molten wax, and incinerated, faint scars over his body, and at the tips of his fingers, Scar on his throat from an attack in child from another child his age, An array of other scars from other incidents, Such as being shot to protect Captain America,

Outfit/Accessories/Jewelry: Mask, Bulletproof Vest, Winter Soldier Book, Possesses the Moonstones, Smith & Wesson 6906, Desert Eagle Mark VII, Taurus PT100, Revolver, IWI Masada, CZ P-10, Steyr M9-A1, 12 Gauge Double Barreled Shotgun, AK-103, Bucky Barnes' List, Super Soldier Serum(Vial), Helmut Zemo's Private Jet, 1968 Pontiac Firebird, Royal Talon Fighter, Mechanical hand he keeps hidden/disguised, Baron Zemo's Suit, Adhesive X, Baron Zemo's Sword, Zemo makes use of much of the same devices invented by his father, including particle, formula, and adhesive X, as well as his dad's disintegrator gun and anti-psychic headband. In close-combat, he prefers an Adamantium sword. He also makes use of various energy weapons and mind-control devices,

Height: 5′ 7-9″

Weight: 130

Body Build: Athletic/Lean/Toned

Backstory/Background:

Past

Helmut Zemo was born into barony, in Germany in 1991. To parents, the elderly Heinrich and his wife Hilda. He was the only child of the two. Being slated to become the 13th Baron Zemo, and being an only child, Helmut's childhood, from an outward glance appeared to many to be a relatively easy and normal one. As a young boy he had developed certain interests in quite a few fields in which he would use in his actions later on in life. One being, an interest in acrobatics. Which his father had not approved of. His father was not a kind man overall. Often trying to treat Helmut like a miniature version of himself. Though, Helmut, awed by and loving of his father had tried his best to at least mind his father and not try to take too much of what his father would say in his personal interests to heart. Despite some despairing comments and harsh believes Heinrich did in his own way love Helmut, to a certain degree. His mother however, was much colder toward her son. Hilda would often strike Helmut if she did not get exactly what she desired out of him.

Both his parents were often prone to hitting him in order to communicate to him their disapproval and desire for him to adhere more to their own ways rather than veer on a different path. As A Zemo he had his whole life more or less completely laid out in front of him from the moment he was born. The fact that his parents were, by others, considered to be sick or twisted had never even been a thought in his mind at such a young and innocent age. Walking in on his fathers work and the degree in which he had displayed cruelty became something that Helmut would attribute to just being his father. At some point while growing up, Hilda dies and Heinrich is left to raise Helmut on his own. Though his father soon started showing just how unstable he had started to become. Then one day Heinrich left, abandoning Helmut at their estate. Raised by the staff through the next several years of his life, Helmut kept with his studies and lived life as a normal every day person. Who just so happened to be rich, and a bit royal.

As a young boy still Helmut grew up fascinated by heroes, one in particular being Captain America. As his own father had been distance, only keeping in bare minimum contact with him, Helmut had often been spoiled by his estate and those put in charge of taking care of him. With his family's bad reputation, even as a child, Helmut was feared. Not because the small boy was capable of bringing anyone who upset him harm, as much as Heinrich had the potential to make any one of them suffer. Helmut only would ever see his father on 'special occasions' he would say. Often meeting many other villains in his childhood and becoming friends with them or close in some manner or another. At one point he had been running around playing with one of the wait staff in his families Castle when he had suddenly run into the man known as Red Skull, Heinrich had not been far behind and grabbed Helmut, pulling him away and giving him a shake before starting to curse him out. Only for Red Skull to seemingly take an interest in the young child.

After this meeting, Helmut had felt slightly terrified by some of the other visitors to the castle he had called his home. Many of them enjoying teasing or taunting him. Or saying something horrid. Except for Red Skull, who, was more or less grooming the young boy, for a future leader of Hydra. Much of the reason for some of the teasing was that on some of these days Helmut would be in the meeting hall with his father, talking of super heroes he had read about recently. Heinrich would often say something about the hero in question that would make Helmut feel put off by the comment. But still loving of his father he took it all in stride, giving a shrug before he would run off to enjoy a play date with other children that would be brought with those who came to the castle. Then one day his father had returned home for a brief time. An incident had happened to Heinrich which had left him with a mask clued onto his face. For many days Helmut would stand outside his fathers room listening to the older man screaming in agony.

He found it to be unbearable, for the most part, listening to it day in and day out. Then, when Heinrich would finally be at ease and start to rest Helmut would often pay his visit. Talking with his father about how he would hope the other would get well soon and that maybe they could do an activity together. Heinrich would never reply in words, but in agonized groans. Which only upset Helmut more than he would admit. Then, after weeks of recovering, Heinrich had finally showed his face. Seeing the mask that had stuck to his fathers face scared the young Helmut, enough that upon seeing his father he would turn and run away from the other before they could make him stick around. After some time Heinrich once again left, however. Abandoning Helmut yet again and moved to South America from then on, till the time he had died. After this incident no more villains came to visit, and Helmut was one more left to his own devices. He would go to school and come home and hang out with his friends. That was his life.

Most of his friends were often their because he was rich and his family was well known in Germany for their barony and of course, nefarious activities. Helmut however remained a mannered young man. But would often at times dip into some manipulative behavior. As he had a fascination with how the human mind worked. For the most part these acts of his and tests were mostly harmless. That was until on day while pointing out a boys need for attention because his mother was an abusive alcoholic and his father was a druggie who was sent to jail for murder and that the boy would never be able to achieve anything outside of those prospects in his own life, the boy retaliated by cutting Helmut's throat open with a previously concealed pocket knife. After this near brush with death Helmut had decided to lay off analyzing real life people at that point in time. Though he did put his focuses on his acrobatics and engineering. Two things he thoroughly enjoyed for the most part. Despite being teased for his acrobatics.

When leaving the hospital and returning back to his private school Helmut noticed the boy who had attacked him had disappeared. Though thought nothing off it, until years later. As he grew older Helmut developed a crush on a girl in his grade named Heike. She was the first to approach him, taking notice of his observing her. Asking him out on a date, he agreed. So, he and Heike became boyfriend and girlfriend. Helmut was often the more submissive, in appearance anyway, of the two. As he would rather sit back and observe and Heike would rather initiate things. Their first kiss, she had initiated after dragging him out to watch a sport she was interested in. Helmut and Heike stayed with one another until they graduated when Heike had told Helmut she had wished to marry him. Helmut agreed. In the following months the two prepared their wedding, while Helmut also prepared to go to college. Heike had decided to take the year off, to find herself. Within a year of their graduating the two were married and starting their life together.

Helmut got into studying engineering at the college of his choice. As well, he had been, as a baron, consigned to the army. Moving to base Helmut had his hands full with a wife and school. Though he had proved to be adept in his training and balanced it well with his courses. A year after they were married Heike told Helmut she was expecting. Helmut was nervous at first. Though as the months went by he grew to accept this new event in his life, often talking with Heike about what to name the boy. As well, talking of how they would raise their son. Though training and school work soon entirely consumed Helmut. He was rarely seen at home leading up to the birth of his son, Helmuth. Though had managed to arrive home from a mission in time to see the birth of his son. Promising Heike he would never miss it, not for anything. Making due on his promise and letting Heike rest Helmut named their son, and held him for the first time, in awe of what he had created. It reminded him however, of his father. It had been years since he had even heard from the other.

For a week or so the family got settled. But soon enough Helmut was again sent out to another mission by the army. Out near where he had last his father to have been Helmut went AWOL for a short time from his band to go visit his father in his stronghold. While he was there he only got to briefly meet with his father, before needing to had back to camp. Days after his visit however, a report came in to his team that Heinrich had been killed by Captain America. Frozen for a moment, he felt the eyes of his team land on him. He hid his rage well enough. But as he continued to conduct missions with his team, his rage began slipping out against those he had been sent to hunt down. Eventually Helmut started to invest more into his fathers own footsteps. Taking on an alias for a brief period known as The Phoenix, Helmut goes on to capture Captain America, on his own. Condemning super soldiers for what Captain America had done, he had sought to get revenge against the one that was the face of them, all in the name of getting revenge for his fathers death.

However, his plans failed to fight against both Captan America and The Falcon, ultimately he presumably fell into a vat of substance known as Adhesive X, which had been created by, no one other, than his own father. Thought to be dead, Helmut had at this time escaped arrest and soon emerged from the Adhesive X, disfigured entirely. After this point, consumed in his anger still he went back to lick his wounds, covering his face with his trademark purple mask. When asked about it he told his team it was a piece of equipment he was trying out. However, when his wife asked about it, he could not lie to her. Angered by her husbands reckless and stupid behavior she chastised him and promised she loved him and not just for his face when he insecurely asked if she hated the way he had looked. Helmut, despite her answer, set out to find a way to fix what had been done to his skin. Eventually finding away to cut off the damaged skin and heal naturally with some experimentation's he conducted on himself. He was able to fully correct his appearance back to it's original self.

Still dawning the mask however, even years later, Helmut was soon approached by a much older Red Skull who told Helmut that he had been dying. But that he wants to destroy Captain America before that happens. Recruiting Helmut into helping him out, of course the Baron agrees, still angered by what happened with his father and wanting revenge. It is in this team up that Helmut also learns that Red Skull is not happy to have only had a daughter that would inherit his empire. The team Red Skull put together does end up kidnapping, torturing, and tormenting Captain America's friends. Though he also has several of the villains fight over who will take Leadership of Hydra when he is gone at this time as well. In a battle wiht Mother Superior it is made to look as though Helmut has been killed by her, Red Skull goes Sike and tells Mother Superior he never planned for his daughter to be leader of Hydra. Then announces to Helmut that ever since he met the young boy he had put into motion Helmut’s succession as Leader of Hydra.

Though Helmut tries to reject this appointment, having gotten a sufficient revenge for the most part. As he realizes that his father was not a very good man, himself. Leaving Mother Superior and Red Skull then he returns back to his duties with the army. Joining his squad once more, taking the mask off and leaving it tucked away until he needed it next. The following years Helmut stuck to commanding a paramilitary tactical unit and working as an engineer. Supporting his family, Helmut eventually graduated and was able to spend more time with his wife and son. For the most part he ignored all the super hero nonsense outside of his missions. For a time his life was what he would have called, perfect. If not for an incident happening. One that would ultimately change his course entirely. While visiting one of his families old estates in the Nation of Sokovia, Helmut had been out with his wife and son. Needing to go take care of some things nearby.

However, before he was able to leave his son stopped him, holding onto him tightly and asking about a light in the sky. Looking over toward the situation that was unfolding in the nearby city of Novi Grad, he grinned a bit before glancing back down toward his young son and telling him that it was Iron Man and that he was probably protecting the people of Novi Grad from a very bad man. Then, saying his goodbyes for the moment to his son and wife, he promised them he would return soon enough. Then set out to join his task force on their mission in Sokovia. Believing his family to be safe in the estate Helmut thought nothing of it as he left to help defend Sokovia that day. However, this would have been the last time he would ever see his son and wife alive again. The destruction that had followed the Avengers battle with Ultron had left what remained of Novi Grad an absolute wasteland. Two days after the battle, Helmut managed to finally pick through most of the rubble of his estate. Still not being able to contact his wife and son, of course.

Not until those two days later when he would find their bodies in the rubble, confirming what he had feared the most, they had been killed. Enraged, Helmut began to hate the Avengers and decided to get revenge on them for their 'disregard of innocent lives'. Vowing to disband them entirely. Though, being just a mere human he had to control his anger and and plan accordingly. So he did. His meticulous planning would lead him to one Vasily Karpove, who had been a leader of the Winter Soldier Program. As well as a member of Hydra. Seeing the man as inconsequential, Helmut dispatched the other and after torturing Karpov, found the Winter Soldier Book in Karpov's Hydra files. Before then demanding more files on the assassination of Maria and Howard Starks assassination in 1991. You know, politely. After getting the information he needs he uses it to frame Bucky Barnes for the bombing of Wakandan King, T'Chaka. Making sure this event lined up with the signing of Sokovia Accords, as well. Then, luring Theo Broussard to his hotel, he murders the man and steals his identity.

Soon he came face to face with Bucky Barnes, who had been by then, captured and placed in the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre Building. Posing as Broussard he was aware he was being watched by others at the centre. He deceptively managed to evaluate Bucky's mind while waiting for the signal to continue on with the next stage of his plans. When the power for the building eventually went off, which cut power to the cameras watching them as well, Helmut quickly made the move to conduct the next part of his plans. This being, the reactivation of Bucky’s Winter Soldier Programing by Hydra. With Bucky under his control and now free from his confinements he asked of the mission report to Howard Stark’s death. Having gotten the information, as well as that of the remaining Winter Soldiers he intended to use in his plans, next, Helmut sends Bucky to go distracts anyone who attempted to stop him before he got into a helicopter and escaped, knowing that his exist would prove his involvement in the death of T'Chaka and bombing would be used as evidence against him.

As Bucky is off obeying his orders, Helmut feigns having been attacked by Bucky, for his cover to work. However, Captain America and Falcon confront him while Bucky is distracted. With Steve questioning him about what happened, Helmut says his famous line of 'Wanting to see an Empire Fall.' And all the fangirl’s wet themselves forevermore. Anyway, Steve plans to take Helmut into custody but before he could Bucky enters the scene once more and attacks Steve and Sam. Curious after Steve is thrown down an elevator shaft, Helmut looks to see if the fall killed Steve. His old childhood fascinations rekindling briefly in awe of what he managed to see... Though he was unable to observe too long as Sam had once more come to and started chasing him as he fled. Though he had eventually managed to escape Sam.

Arriving in Siberia it appears as though Helmut has planned to awaken the five remaining winter soldiers of the program, that had up till then in a cryostasis, and left that way. With little motivation needed, he listened to the voice of his dead wife, via a voice message on his phone. To remind him what he was doing all these things for. Making another call he set up the hotel to find Theo's body the next morning and to allow for his true identity to be known, thus having them follow him. Which he would then enact the final part of his plans. Soon he arrives at the Hydra facility where the soldiers have been kept. Helmut then waited for Steve and Bucky to arrive, as he had waited he killed the five soldiers by shooting them in the head. Before then sealing himself in a room to wait for the others to arrive. As Tony, Steve, and Bucky finally decided to show up, Helmut had to be dramatic and show them what he had done. As he was questioned about his actions Helmut revealed to Steve that he had planned this for a year.

In that year Helmut had studied everything about them all. Especially him. Then he flirts with Steve a bit by commenting on the green in Steve’s blue eyes being a flaw. Steve quickly came to the conclusion that Helmut was part of the incident in Sokovia in some way. Bringing up then that this was some sort of revenge, for him. As the first time Helmut and Steve had met, Helmut had been wearing his mask and going by a different alias at the time. Steve had no idea of his past connection to Helmut aside from the awareness that he had killed Helmut’s father. Helmut revealed that, even before The Avengers, Sokovia was a failed state. Then he reveals his reason for being their was because of a promise. Then informed Steve that because of The Avengers, he had lost everyone he lost everyone he cared about. Then he gives a speech as he puts the video he had on, talking of empires can only be completely destroyed from within. After Tony sees the video he then attacks Bucky, and Steve tries to stop them.

As the three fought one another Helmut stealthily escapes the bunker he was hiding behind in the scuffle and made his way outside to wait for the battle between the two factions to come to it's conclusion. Content with the current outcome however he again listens to his wife's voice via voicemail, one last time. Then he deletes it, ready to die. However, he is distracted when T'Challa finds him. The two talk about what he did to T'Chaka and how it almost misguided T'Challa. Despite T'Challa attempts, however, Helmut resigns to try and shoot himself, only for T'Challa to stop him just in time, an subdue Helmut. Now arrested Helmut is charged for his crimes against the Avengers and was himself placed in confinement where he is mocked and taunted by Everett Ross. With threats of electrocution if he so much as spoke too loudly in protest. When asked how he felt about his plans failing Helmut shot back with a "Did it?" For a time Helmut remained in confinement. But had managed to get free of this by the help of other villains.

Once he has been freed, he once again takes up his mask and starts a group called Masters of Evil. Nothing much eventful happens during this time, mostly just more fighting with random heroes and even The Avengers and more specifically, Captain America. This period ends with Helmut trying to attack Captain America and missing, ultimately falling off a roof. After a couple months of recovering from this incident and slipping some more into madness. Helmut starts to become obsessed with bringing his dead wife and son back to life. Which leads him to ally with others once more, in a quest to collect pieces of something called a Bloodstone. Which apparently has the ability to bring the dead back to life. However. Captain America yet again gets between him and his goals, at least half way through. As Helmut is about to raise his dead son back from the dead before he can complete the task he is interrupted and his son reverts back to being dead. As well, still too weakened and greatly injured from his fall off the mansion, Helmut is too weak to try again.

Again, he joins up with his Masters of Evil bros and again starts doing crime and fighting The Avengers and anyone else who gets in his way. He also starts another team while still running his old one, called The Thunderbolts. Taking on the new identity of Citizen V. With the Thunderbolts Helmut tried to gain the worlds trust so that he could then take it over. But, the people liked the team so much that Helmut and everyone else in the team actually started liking being heroes. Though when the old Heroes inevitably returned from the Onslaught crisis, Helmut also leaked everyone's former Villain identity's to the world. Which made them all have to escape to space and help him still try and take over the world. Because why not, why the fuck not just ruin shit for fun. Clearly these are early signs of Helmut's fall into complete madness, the like of which are probably the same as his father and fathers father, before him. Though, shocker, The Thunderbolts weren't cool with any of this and rebelled against Helmut which forced him to go into hiding.

There, in hiding, Helmut started to plot revenge on his former team. Who were at that point trying to win back humanity's favor and trust by actually being heroes, what a bunch of losers, right? Helmut thought so. However! Helmut didn't have much time to think about any of that because Captain America came to ruin his revenge yet again. Then, being killed by the Scourge, Helmet's mind was transferred over to a bio-moden so you can see, Helmut's a very busy bee. Even if you know, it wanton killing of him to make him to some alien thing or whatever. Where he is then made to be John Watkins the third, who is the grandson of whoever in the fuck the original Citizen V is. Now in his new body, Helmut went back to playing his Citizen V alias yet again. Shit happens, we got fights, we got everything you could ever want. Even Helmut’s consciousness being removed from John, oop. He's now in a tech-pack...?!?

Soon his min is transferred into an AU version of himself, who is using the Alias of Iron Cross. Now, back in a body, Helmut again takes leadership of the Thunderbolts, the ones from the AU, not the mains verse ones. Okay? Then he lost leadership...Some shit happens. Hawkeye becomes leader of it. Some more shit happens. A lot of other shit happens. He's leader of the Thunderbolts again. Then he tried to take over the world gain. This time however it's because he wants to save it? He's clearly just falling deeper and deeper into madness. A teammate of his goes a bit berserk and in an attempt to protect Captain America, he gets blasted by the teammate. After this Helmut leaves the team and takes the Moonstone's twin alien gems, two artifacts great power. Only to again show back up, fuck around and find out. Fuck up some shit between other factions of heroes, Harass some of the new Thunderbolts. Though he did some good. He stopped Genis-Vell after his powers went out of wack. Of course, he's also the reason they went bonkers, anyway, Helmut decided death was better for Genis.

Then he seemingly saves the world from an alien threat. Fought the cosmic powers of the twin gemstones he stole earlier. Then he dies while saving the world. Or seemingly so. But is actually sent back into the past to see that...holy shit, all his ancestor’s are kind of the fucking worst. Though he manages to finally return back to his time. Only changing...well, probably a lot of the future honestly, by this trip. But Helmut learned a lot in the centuries he traveled around in, watching his family members throughout them. Even got in a fight with his own father in the past about his bullshit. Heinrich very nearly killed Helmut but the little devil, he escapes in the nick of time back to the present time. Upon his arrival he was created by a cousin, distant cousin, who was planning on killing him. Though the little coward couldn't go through with it so decided he should die instead. Helmut stopped him though. When asked why Helmut had stopped him from killing himself, Helmut told Wendell that too much Zemo blood had been spelt.

Helmut then invited his cousin to be in evils with him and to fight by his side so that he could prove a point. It's definitely not slipping farther into madness. Not one bit. Some more shit happens. Not too much happens for a hot minute. Still disguised with his ever present mask, Helmut runs into Bucky Barnes, who is now the new Captain America. Annoyed by this turn of events Helmut attacks Bucky because he's 'ruining his fathers legacy' or some nonsense. The man has clearly lost all sense of reality. He recruits some people to help him. He then injures Falcon. Before sending Jurgen to attack Bucky while he's at the hospital, being drugged by nanites that was slipped into a martini of his. Bucky, you are having TOO much fun, calm down. Soon enough the nanites are neutralized however. Then Helmut leaked to everyone like the gossip girl that he is "Hey! HEY everyone, this Captain America's a PHONY! It's actually, BUCKY BARNES. The Winter Soldier. BOOO!". His makes Bucky have to face Helmut face to face in a battle.

Some more crazy and wild shit happens. Helmut ultimately wins the fight against Bucky. Who is then put on trial for his crimes by the government. Helmut’s not done yet, because he's lost his ever loving mind of course. He does all kinds of fucked up crazy ass shit for a minute. Even so much as learning about some Fear God his father was fucking around with in Egypt. With another villain Helmut tries to find some hammer but this partner ends up shooting Helmut's teleportation device and steals his ship, stranding him in the desert. He then does this whole villainy speech about his partner having made a new enemy of him. That's cute...anyway! He then goes after Hawkeye for a minute. Be we don't care. Congrats to Hawkeye on the mentor and brother. But we don't have TIME for that. Helmut again has to get revenge on Captain America, now Stever Rogers again. So he's just going to do that. WE already know what's going to happen. NOT much. Not much happens at all. Except for Helmut seems to die in an explosion, but everyone is not convinced as much.

Some time after the explosion Helmut wakes up with amnesia and has no clue who he once was. He is now residing in the town of Pleasantville (Hill? who gives a fuck.). Where everyone is so nice! So nice until you k--Ahem. Anyway. He knows something wrong with this place. When he tries to escape but finds he is unable. That is because he has been in a coma for several months, now. Since the explosion. As well, he has been returned back to his prison cell in Germany. There he waits out the remains couple of years, recovering from his vegetative state(And placed in a simulation with the help of SHIELD in an attempt to ‘REFORM’ him, along with other criminals who are also trapped in the simulation). Still having little to no memories returning to him outside of most of his life before starting his latest stints into villainy. This has left him a bit more withdrawn and more like his former self. Helmut hears news about The Snap in his cell, But other than this he knows nothing of what is going on outside of his prison walls.

Present

((THE FALCON AND WINTERS SOLDIER SPOILERS HAPPEN AT THIS POINT. I’m NOT TAGGING THEM OR PUTTING THEM UNDER A READ MORE, if you don’t want to see them SKILL Till next DOUBLE BRACKETS! THIS has been your warning. TFATWS Spoilers))

That is until the day Bucky comes to visit him. Testing Bucky, He repeats the phrases from the book, to see if they still work. Finding out that they do not he takes note of this change with the other as they explain as much, then revealed he had already known about it.

Continuing his observations Helmut eyes Bucky closely, still seeing a bit of his former self inside. Soon, the subject is changed, though Helmut tells Bucky about how he had the pleasure of being frozen during most of his captivity. While he did not. When Bucky says his time wasn't pleasant, Helmut offers an apology for framing Bucky. Which seem to be nothing more than manipulation on Helmut’s part. But it's not. The two then stage his break out from the prison and after this Sam and Bucky start arguing about him being free. Helmut again tries to apologize, but in turn also yelled at. So he just smiles and watches the two quietly, letting them both finish their little fits with each other. Once they finally get down to business Helmut takes them both on a fancy trip in his to his fancy estate where he picks up some of his things. Including a mask that was the same as the one he had lost in the explosion years before. Which Bucky and Sam make the connection to with a some what small time villain they faced in the past. Helmut and Sam have a bit of a chat about what Helmut plans to do. Then they all fuck off and clown around for a bit.

At some point they finally get around to actually very nearly completing the mission when John Walker shows up and cuffs him. Moments later he breaks free and goes to find the serums that Karli's group plans to use for their nefarious deeds. Helmut can't have none of that though. So, injuring Karli and knocking the vials over, Helmut realizes exactly what he's knocked over and starts smashing the vials, gleefully. However, he does manages to procure one secretly. As he is smashing the others, though John interrupts him, hurling Captain America's shield into the side of his head, knocking him the fuck out and thankfully not killing little Helmy. Unconscious, he is taken back to the safe house where his head wound is taken care off. Though for the most part, Helmut is out of commission. But not completely put out that he doesn't continue drinking, because why stay sober when you’re going to be locked up for life, am I right? He had been getting pretty much tipsy the entire mission with Sam and Bucky always bickering and being pricks to him. He needed him some drinkies in order to deal with....all ...of that.

While in the middle of his latest attempt to drown out all that's happened since the deaths of his wife and son, John Walker comes barging in and demands him to be handed over. Helmut remains quiet, though is getting a bit fed up with being treated like everyone's new chew toy. Not long after that the Dora Milaje show up and they all start getting in a fight. Taking something to drink Helmut sees this as an out and fucking leaves, bye, you dumb motherfuckers. After this Helmut gets away for a bit and manages to go back to Sokovia, contemplating yet again, killing himself. But by now, all that raw anger he had felt before had faded into a numbness that left him nothing more than cold. Helmut, realizing that Bucky has finally come for him goes on to admit that he forgives Bucky, and that he's marked his name out of Bucky's list. Then he is soon escorted away by Ayo and the others to be taken to RAFT. Where they all would hope he would spend the rest of his days.

En route to Raft on the Wakandan ship that’s transporting, with the Dora Milaje making sure he makes no escape, Helmut is chained and remains cuffed, to the ship as a means to keep the average human man from doing anything. Though, part way through the escort the ship was attacked, by an entity powerful enough to tear right through the whole of the ship, despite it’s being built taught, destroying it’s engines. Which then nose dived into the vast ocean around them. Rendering the craft entirely useless and sinking. As water flooded into the cabin, Ayo had a decison to make. Staring at the secured down Helmut, she decided to abandon the fastly sinking aircraft, keeping the chained Helmut there to die. With a disguesed look on her face saying “The world isn’t going to miss another evil white man”. Taking her injured warriors then they fled the ship. Soon being rescued afterword, but having lost the location of their aircraft they decided to regroup.

((Spoilers Stop Here, now back to just making shit up!))

As the ocean waters started to overtake the ship Helmut quickly worked at freeing himself from his confines, removing each cuff that kept him secured to the ship hastily and, then digging through his pockets he found the hidden vial of serum he had secured earlier. Thinking about injecting it for a moment, he decides against it, instead just swallowing the vial in it’s entirety to keep it from falling into anyone else’s hands, and in some scant hope that he could get out of the sinking airship. Diving down he tried to swim out of the hole that was made. But continued to be pushed back. Running out of space and air Helmut soon enough lapsed back into a fit of desperation and madness. Ultimately resulting in his disillusioned final attempts to get free of drowning to death, scratching at the interior of the ship, till his fingers were raw and the water was flooding over his head, filling out any remains of space and air in the cabin.

Several months later the aircraft was finally recovered, along with Helmut’s body. Which was transfered to a facility. As it had not decayed in a way they had imagined it to have done. Most of it had remained, paled in death, but intact. He looked as though he had just been alive, if not for being cold and stiff in death. As well as the nibble marks that had marred his body where his bones could be seen. A few tests were run on his corpse to find that a foreign chemical had been coming off Helmut’s skin. That chemical being the very same thing that he had used years before to heal his disfigured, melted skin. Kept on ice none the less Helmut remained in this blacksight facility for several years, being a subject of experiments and tests, before his body was stolen.

Months after his boy was taken from the unknown facility, Helmut was revived and healed of his injuries. Struck however by another bout of amnesia, Helmut spends the months following this regaining his memories yet again. As he also realizes who has brought him back to life. Hydra, wishing once again to make him their new leader. To bring back their ‘greatness’ once again. Starting to decline Helmut is threatened, and subsequently comes to realize that as easily as one of them could bring him back to life, they could easily end it as well. In the past he would have, of course, chosen death. But with his being revived he thinks back to yet again bringing his wife and son back to life. With proof that it can be done, Helmut agrees to lead Hydra, for now. Even if that means their life would be tethered to anothers, in the end. Like his was now.

Wearing his iconic mask once again, Helmut expertly becomes the new leader of the reformed HYDRA. Though, in apparently slips of madness he has HYDRA do petty crimes and missions they are ultimately doomed to fail, in fighting against The Avengers, in order to keep HYDRA in is current state from manifesting once more into it’s old ways that were close to another faction in the history books. Helmut is deemed an effective but questionable leader by the rest of HYDRA who at times thinks he’s planning for them to fail in their endeavors to take over the world and spread evil. Though Helmut’s scheme’s always seem like they might work, overall. Helmut is however, not always pretending he’s going insane. As he is gradually losing parts of his sanity and going mad, dealing with the New HYDRA and it’s members.

This is shows more definitely after he and Captain America have a battle with one another, yet again. Coming face to face. The two battle near a vat of Helmut’s Adhesive X. When Steve throws his shield at the glass container, it busts open, and the Adhesive X spills onto Helmut’s mask, gluing it to his face, as it had done so to his father all those years before. Injured, Helmut retreats to his HYDRA Base.

Future

Fails to revive his son and wife. Falls deeper into his madness. Finally is freed from the tether that keeps him alive, without dying himself. Is arrested and sentenced to life in prison. Which isn’t very long because he gets killed for being annoying. By mutant. OR Maybe. Who knows. What happened to the vial you ask!? Flashbacks. Multiple choice. WHO KNOWS! Choose your own adventure, with Helmut Zemo!!~

(Work In Progress)

Personality: Zemo Personality Stats

Vengeful, Hateful, Cold, Stiff, Calculating, Leaderly, Strict, Polite, Well mannered, Condemnatory, Amoral, Disruptive, Flamboyant, Manipulative, Observant, Intuitive, Brilliant, Planful, Relentless, Violent, Apologetic, Sympathetic, Suicidal, Determined, Extreme, Patient, Intense, Destructive, Loving, Respectful, Mellow, Grateful, Honorable, Playful, Teasing, Well-wishing, Conscientious, Focused, Moderate, Forgiving, Reverential, Intelligent, Challenging, Hypnotic, Neutral, Complex, Unceremonious, Ambitious, Restrained, Cute, Stoiid, Solitary, Confused, Faithless, Unstable, Obsessive, Decadent, Noble,

Quirks/Savvies/Other: Master Tactician, Master Hacker, Slowed aging, Genius level-intellect, Expert Engineer, Thief, Multilingualism, College graduate, Base of Operations: Tower Zemo, Bagalia City, Bagalia; formerly Mount Charteris, Colorado; Castle Zemo, Leipzig, Germany; Castle Zemo, Sierra Madre Oriental mountains, Mexico; Skull House, New York, Can’t decided whether to be good or bad, Definitely just fucking around with his leadership of Hydra, Aristocratic,

Likes: Fencing, Engineering, Acrobatics, Learning things, Analyzing people, Stalking people, Fanboying, Stucky, Culture, Tea, some Drinkies (glug glug motherfuckers, help him), Playing mind games, Physiological warfare, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Being a problem. Knowing all the facts, Slipping away during an argument, Coming up with plots, Fucking with members of Hydra and the Avengers and so and such alike, Playing up his decline into madness, His mask, A particular coat, Just straight up fucking up plans, and ruining Winter Soldiers, Smashing serums with glee, Just being a fucking problem, Heike, Helmuth, Being a Baron, Being rich, His fancy cars, Art, Other things rich people are want to enjoy, Music (who doesn’t though.), Glamping, Pretending to be someone he’s not, Photography, Film noir, Painting, Saxophone,

Dislikes: The Avangers, Captain America (Any, Captain America, he’s not picky), Hydra, Super Soldiers, Tea being spilled or as the case would be THROWN, Having a metal shield lobbed at his fucking head, Being in prison, Rugged action heroes, Bad movies, Squids, Plush animals, Television comedies, Modern art, Skeletons, Chick flicks, Magical girls, Hair styling, Baseball, Bow ties, Rats,

Fears: The loss of his family (Oop), Drowning, Being trapped,

Personality Tests: ISTJ-A, The Reformer (Type 1, Dominant), The Helper (Type 2, Wing), The Investigator (Type 5, third), Chaotic Good/Evil/Neutral, Sanguine/Phlegmatic, Hufflepuff, Slytherpuff, Thunderbird, Wampus/Horned Serpent, Phoenix patronus, ENTP-A/INTJ-A/, Melancholic [Dominant], 1w9, Neutral(Evil/Good), Gryffindor,

Other: Virgo, Tropes,

Parent(s):

-> Father: Heinrich Zemo (Deceased, 12th Baron Zemo)

-> Mother: Hilda Zemo (Deceased)

Sibling(s): None

Wife: Heike Zemo (Baroness, reportedly deceased),

Children: Helmuth Carl Zemo (Deceased), The Kinder (25 Children Heike and Helmut ‘Adopted’.),

Relatives: Wendell Volker (Distant Cousin), Harbin Zemo (The 1st Baron Zemo who was around in 1480), Hademar Zemo (The 2nd Baron Zemo, son of Harbin Zemo and the greediest of the Zemos. He was killed by the guards (acting under Heller Zemo's orders) at his inauguration.), Heller Zemo (The 3rd Baron Zemo, son of Hademar Zemo and the most progressive of the Zemos.), Herbert Zemo (The 4th Baron Zemo, son of Heller Zemo. He was assassinated by his own generals.), Helmuth Zemo (The 5th Baron Zemo, son of Herbert Zemo. He was assassinated by a time-displaced Helmut Zemo.), Hackett Zemo (The 6th Baron Zemo, son of Helmuth Zemo.), Hartwig Zemo (The 7th Baron Zemo, son of Hackett Zemo), Hilliard Zemo - The 8th Baron Zemo, son of Hartwig Zemo.), Hoffman Zemo (The 9th Baron Zemo, son of Hilliard Zemo.), Hobart Zemo (The 10th Baron Zemo, son of Hoffman Zemo.), Herman Zemo (The 11th Baron Zemo, son of Hobart Zemo. Active during WWI.)

Starters

Chat’s

Para’s

Face

Stuff

Information

Asks

All

Alternate Universes

Bucky IS the father AU (Because the meme is hilarious)

AUs

#HelmutBio #Bios #SemiCanonHemutZemo #Indie Helmut #Helmut Zemo #Divergent #Canon Divergent

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kellbellsparkles · 3 years ago

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Chapter 10 of my Ratchet and Clank fanfic "Family"

Clank thinks he's in the safe zone until proven wrong. Rivet and Kit meet a new Lombax who seemingly offers good graces and services

Meanwhile, Rivet and Kit exited Zurkie's Explosive Diner in dismay from failing to reach Clank.

"Straight to voicemail," Rivet said as she took a sip out of a water bottle. "That's okay, right? That doesn't mean anything."

"I could try again," Kit suggested.

Suddenly, her head bulbs flashed. Kit flinched, taken aback.

"Oooor he could call back."

"Hello?" Clank's voice buzzed. "Kit? Rivet?"

"Bolts!" Rivet cheered, kneeling to Kit's level. "Thank goodness! How are ya?"

"If I may speak the truth, I fled to your dimension because someone placed an incredibly extravagant bounty on my head for unknown reasons. Maybe. A lot has been happening."

"Tell us where you are so we can come get you and figure this out!"

"Negative…. For I fear that I do not know where my dimensional jump has landed me."

"Isn't Ratchet with you?"

"I cannot involve him in this. He is spending much needed quality time with his mother."

Rivet's and Kit's eyes widened in grand stupor. They looked to each other for a moment to see if they heard right.

"Did you just say his mother?" Rivet quoted.

"Yes," Clank said. "She came from the past through a time portal, one of many that have torn open due to when the original Dimensionator exploded."

Rivet shook her head.

"That sounds incredibly confusing," she stated. "And I want to hear all about it, but right now, do you mean to say that you dimension hopped without a set coordinates or even pinning Kit's location?"

"That is correct," Clank answered. "An assassin left me no time."

"Well. describe your surroundings."

"It is quite bright and busy with an incredibly long line of people. And something stinks incredibly fierce."

From the corner of her eye, Kit spotted Clank just inside the diner. She motioned for Rivet to look behind her. Rivet whipped around and saw him, too. She finger whistled.

"Bolts!" she called out. "We're over here!"

Clank looked outside and saw the girls waving at him. He swung open the door and hurried outside towards them.

"I suppose that was easy enough," he said.

"May I ask what the person who attacked you looked like?" Kit inquired.

"Why's that important if they're in the other dimension?" Rivet questioned.

"It may be important for Ratchet to know so he can assist us when he is able," Kit replied.

"I could not identify the species," Clank said. "It all happened so fast. All I remember is Sigmund carrying me and protecting me. And a flash of green light when the assassin caught up to us."

Rivet froze, clenching her fists on the ground and gritting her teeth.

"A flash of green light?" she mouthed.

"Rivet?" Kit said worryingly. "Are you alright?"

"Oh yeah," Rivet said. She inhaled deeply. "I just had a flashback. That's all."

"Of?"

"Okay. This sounds pretty crazy, but I'm thinking that the assassin is the dimensional counterpart to the Streaker."

Kit gasped.

"The Streaker? Oh no…"

"Who is the Streaker?" Clank asked.

"He was bioengineered by Emperor Nefarious to be the perfect soldier," Kit said. "Enhanced speed, enhanced strength, enhanced sense of smell…. I have seen him hunt down and execute resistance members without fail. With Nefarious deposed, he could be working for anyone now."

"He also killed Tasha," Rivet interjected.

Clank tilted his head curiously.

"Who?"

Rivet showed him the picture of the two of them together that she'd showed Kit previously. Clank leaned and stared; his eyes lit up in as he recognized the similarity between the relationship between her and Rivet.

"Was she perhaps a political figure as well?" he asked.

"Her dad was," Rivet scoffed. "But he sold out to Nefarious. My Tasha wanted no part of it and ran away with me instead." She sighed with a lovestruck smile. "That's my girl. So brave and independent."

"I am so sorry for your loss," Clank said with a sad tone.

Rivet closed her treasured holographic picture. She stared down at her artificial hand.

"I was still getting used to my new arm," she said. "I was raring to get back to my old self again. Me and Tasha were infiltrating a prison camp for people who didn't tip the patrol officers. We were going to outfit them with weapons we'd taken after we knocked out the guards so they could defend themselves as we escaped. We got to the prisoners and I was so close to breaking the code on the prison lock. That's when Tasha pulled me out of the way. The Streaker had gotten the jump on us and we were forced to retreat without them. I tried to fight him as Tasha prepped our getaway bike. It wasn't our first shakedown with him, so it wasn't hard to predict where he was going to strike from his zoom maneuver, but my arm…. It completely locked on me. Tasha finished prepping our ride and saw I was in trouble…. The Streaker removed his glove and rammed his glowing fist towards me."

Kit's eyes fell to the ground in shame. Rivet's lips quivered as she recalled the moment her partner's life ended.

"It was all a blur after that," Rivet recalled. "I just held onto her tight, grappled onto the bike, and drove away. That same night, I buried her in our clubhouse where we could just kick back and just be girls. I set it on fire, too. She would've wanted to go out like that." She took a sip from her water bottle once more.

Kit twiddled her fingers and shuffled her feet. An overwhelming wave of remorse splashed over her.

"Rivet, I--"

In that same moment, however, every big broadcasting screen in the area showed a portrait of Clank with the thirty billion bolt bounty price tag. Rivet spit out her water and started coughing and gasping. Kit did a double take in every direction; nothing had changed.

As for Clank, the world towered around him, or it was him that started to feel smaller. The various sounds dulled and dialed down into a buzzing muffle. He began to see pairs of piercing eyes throwing daggers at him accompanied with whispers and laughter. He stumbled backwards. Kit took notice.

"Clank?" she said with a worried tone. She took a step forward. All Clank saw was a distorted figure coming after him. He leapt in fright and ran away.

"Clank!" she cried out. "Wait! Let us help you!"

But he was gone, lost in the merged crowd of confusion. Unable to do anything else, she stood by Rivet and rubbed her right side as she caught her breath.

"Thirty--" she panted. "Thirty bill-- thirty bi-- Thee-- illion--"

"This does not make any sense," Kit said with alarm in her voice. "Why would there be a bounty for him here, too?"

"Oh dear. What a day it's been, hasn't it?"

A woman wearing a brown fur cloak had approached them. She removed her hood to reveal that she was another Lombax. She had silver stripes, black fur, a brown nose, white hair, and grey eyes that lacked pupils.

"Perhaps I could be of assistance if you'll have me," she said.

Rivet gasped and staggered, falling on her butt.

"A-Are you really?" she stammered in shock. "First Ratchet, then his mom, now you? Are they really coming back?"

"Maybe," the Lombax said. "Our meeting could be a sign of a new age of reunion and beginnings. My name is Lazuli."

"R-Rivet," Rivet said as she scrambled to stand herself up. "My name is Rivet. And this here is Kit."

"It is an honor to meet you, Ms. Lazuli," Kit said in wonder.

"Would you like to meet my colleagues and my family?" Lazuli asked.

"Oh my-- there's even more?" Rivet spoke shakily.

"I came to this city for a special keratin shampoo that can only be found here for my son," Lazuli said. "He's quite particular about what he wants."

"Is it Shimmer Me Shine??"

"The very same."

Rivet let out a loud excited squeal.

"Me and Tasha would go on high speed heists for that stuff!" she exclaimed.

"It sounds like my Jonas would love to share his beauty tips with you," Lazuli remarked in an amused tone. "I hope you don't mind the age difference. Let's just say I'm pushing the envelope of the average lifespan myself."

"Are you kidding? Age is just a number! Beauty is boundless!"

"Well said. Shall we be on our way then?"

"Absolutely! You guys must have ship tons of gadgets that make my collection look like a beginner's manual!" Rivet scooped Kit into her arms.

"Kit!!" she wailed in elation. "We get to meet other Lombaxes!!"

"This is wonderful!" Kit beamed. "Surely we will be able to rescue Clank in no time!"

Lazuli closed her eyes and giggled silently to herself. Rivet skipped beside her.

"By the way," she said. "Are your eyes okay?"

"They are," Lazuli said. "It's a genetic aesthetic condition known as Nuliris that goes back way before my time. My children and some of our allies have it as well. In fact, it does more than give us a unique look. I'd be happy to show you once we've reached my ship."

Rivet and Kit hummed and hugged each other in eager anticipation. A new Lombax, a door to meet other Lombaxes, a new realm of adventure.

#ratchet and clank #ratchetandclankriftapart

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allstarsstorymode867 · 4 years ago

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All-Stars -Story Mode- CHAPTER 17

After a long hiatus and I am back again, first thing I want to do is to apologize for this taken so long for me to write this but there are errors to this, my friends had a hard time and I want you give them the support they needed. I thought I could write this down for you all to know.

And, there’s a new OC, Jin Bai Chen (Not mine but @mortal-kombattore-115‘s, just to let you all know.) is going to be going the story and most of it is based off a rp that we’re doing so I hope they wouldn’t mind that I wrote them down and I am sorry that I did that.

Before it begins I must give thanks and credit to the people for the artwork for the story:

@sampoststuff

(She had been through a lot so give her support the best you can.)

and

@this-person-is-slowly-dying

-Back to Cuphead, Mugman, and Frisk after their encounter with the Panzer Soldat-

Their feet had beaten the solid ground as they both met on impact, panting as their lungs were sputtering and coughing as they were slowing down the pace once they were far enough away from the area. Cuphead looked back to where they came from to see if they were followed by that metal tonic zombie but no sign of it anywhere.

“Can’t find that Panzer…” he breathed in and out with each breath as he pant, “That Panzer is nowhere to… To be found…. We are okay for.. For now…” as he fell down on the ground with his last breath.

“You had made Panzer angry…. We really do cause trouble wherever we go!” Mugman had exclaimed with his hands on his knees to breath in new air in his lungs and out through his mouth. The straw had slipped down like it was a noodie in a bowl of soup as Frisk nodded their head as they looked around the area they were in.

“Why are you like this, Cups…” Mugman groaned, “Why are you always like this, Cuphead?” as he looked at the exhausted Cup on the ground with Frisk shaking their head at this stupidity of Cuphead’s actions.

“Cups, what am I gonna do with you?” Mugman said as he placed his hand on his face as he shook it. Frisk looked around the area and saw a sign that they are on a new street of the Fallen City that closely resembles a 1970’s era-aged housing and noticed something that house number 1104 and what had gone behind it.

Frisk’s head tilted in the direction and then looked over to the two Cup brothers and then got their attention.

*You had gotten the two Cup brothers their attention. *You had told them that you had seen the same tail that Cuphead had subscribed to.

“You saw it?” Cuphead asked surprised as his head perked up from the ground to look around the area before him, his brother and their friend. “Where is it? Where is the tail? I need to f-”

*You quickly said “Language” to Cuphead as you somehow sensed he was going to swear. *Even Mugman knew what he was going to say and it’s not a very good word to say.

“It’s not a good thing to say, Cuphead, there might be children reading this right now.” Mugman scolded as he looked at him, “I mean, really; what will parents say if they ended up getting your sailor mouth?”

Frisk waved at the two of them to get their attention which they had to snap their fingers at this point which it worked, they then went over to Cuphead and helped him back on his feet and then had them follow them at the house 1104 slowly and quietly for them to hear two new voices.

“Anything, Clank?”

“No, no golden bolts anywhere to be found.”

“Well, the scanners had said this was a nearby planet in the solar system in a galaxy that we are native here from the one we know.”

“Ratchet, if there are people living on this planet, we should be cautious if they are hostile.”

The two new voices continued to talk as Frisk, Cuphead and Mugman were listening in to their conversion, Mugman looked over to Cuphead and whispered “What should we do?” as Cuphead looked at his brother as he said “They are from another galaxy of sorts, they were here for golden bolts or something. What is that?”

Frisk looked at them and then held up their hands to reassure them as they looked at them and they had come up with a plan of their own.

*You had said that you will try to check to see if they are aliens and if they were good ones as they hoped. *They seemed convinced but worried that they will do something if your plan went wrong.

“Be careful Frisk.” Mugman muttered as they watched them go forward towards the end of the wall they were pressing against, bracing for something to happen as they looked down and saw a familiar item below their feet. *You found a stick!

Frisk held the stick with a one small leaf, the stick was almost about their height, but it was about close to their shoulder and they held it onto their hands tight and then, with one breath they had, he rounded the corner and what they saw was something that looked like a cat but not entirely a cat, they believed it was almost monster-like.

A thing on his back was a small robot, with glowing emerald green glass eyes with a round head with a red entia, metal he is made out of was chrome and brushed silver.

The robot does notice where there's a human child that had come through the door and said “Ratchet, there’s a child here.” that earned a “huh?” from a cat person who then turned around to see Frisk with an overgrown wrench, it looked like it’s futuristic techized wrench that could pass it off as a blunt weapon. They were surprised that this monster cat had a big wrench.

[This is drawn by SamPostStuff on Tumblr]

“Oh, that child.” the cat person said as he lowered the omniwrench down and had it disappear in a quick flash of cyan blue when he moved it to behind his back. “Uh…” the cat looked around when he said this before getting onto one knee and said “Hey, kid, we- we’re not gonna hurt you.”

>Approach? >Fight them

*Approach

Frisk took a few steps towards them while Cuphead and Mugman looked on as they were peeking this exchange as it went on. “D-Do you think they will be able to talk to it.” Mugman asked out of tensely of his heart beating against the insides of his chest.

“I dunno, both an alien and robot didn’t seem to want to hurt Frisk.” Cuphead answered rather hastily as he was on top of Mugman like two people who were eavesdropping and seeing what was going on while hiding.

“Do you think this is what Heilda meant?”

“What, Mugs?”

“Extraterrial life outside our world?” Mugman answered the question that confused his brother, looking at him as Cuphead looked at him but both of them weren’t aware that a third person was with them right now.

“I think so,” Cuphead began with little caution, “but we better be careful, if we don’t do anything threatening toward them, we’ll be fine.” he finished when a familiar voice with a german accent spoke up “I do so agree, mein toon friends~”

Both boys screamed as they both fell downward when they heard Ultimis Richtofen above Cuphead and Mugman said this. Catching the attention of Frisk and the two aliens as the mad doctor laughed at the mess he made right now.

“Oh my…” Robot said from the cat’s back before hopping off his back to see this better, Ultimis Richtofen noticed this and then began fast-walking while he spoke “Zhis is a strange new creature und a device.” as the alien and the robot are now cautious but Frisk stood bravely in front of them.

“Hello?” The robot greeted awkwardly that surprised the doctor more as he smiled but Frisk held their hand out that angered the doctor but remained calm so no one will have the wrong idea. He clears his throat and says “Und are you two supposed to be, ja?”

“My name’s Ratchet, and this is Clank.” The alien introduced himself and the robot to the human before them with Frisk still standing in front of them, the doctor kneeled down to them and said “Frisk, can you please move away?” as the child moves hastily away but not entirely away from them knowing what the German will do if he was alone with someone if they are only ones in one area or room of any place.

“Fascating,” the sadistic doctor hummed, looking at them where he had his chin rested on his fingers, “Named after a tool I see.”

“Yeeah?” Ratchet said, taken a few steps back from this man, this man is reminding him of Dr. Nefarious and Chairman Drek combined. Ultimis Richtofen’s demeanor had changed from wicked to confused when he couldn’t recognize what cat breed he was.

“What are you looking at?” Ratchet asked in, being uncomfortable with the doctor’s staring at him. “Oh, I do apologize,” Richtofen answered hesitantly as if he was holding back a question, “but I do not recognize vhat cat breed you are, are you an unknown species?”

Frisk was shaking their hands to withheld the question from the alien but Ratchet answered “I have got that a lot, yeah, I am a Lombax.” to the German doctor whose eyes had light up at the word.

“A Lombax?” the Doctor cooed the answer out of his lips, “A Lombax, what is zhat?” he said confused too much to Cuphead’s annoyance and the Lombax’s complete confusion.

Clank, however, decided to try to break the awkward silence by saying “Please, if you had the time but we do not know who you are.” which catching the Doctor’s attention as he squawked “Vho am I?!” he laughed “VHO am I?”

“Yeah, that’s what Clank said.”

“Oh ja, I haven’t introduced meinself! How rude of zhe Doctor!~” he said happily as he slapped his forehead before bowing down to them both. “I am Doctor Edward Richtofen, zhe doctor of zhe team of scientists smartest as you known as Group 935!~” he singed as he had his hand on his chest and then gesturing to Frisk, Cuphead, and Mugman as he continued “Und zhe child you had had met today vas Frisk und zhe two cups are Cuphead vith zhe red und white straw und Mugman vith blue und while straw.~”

“Why our straws had something to do-” Cuphead looked at his brother who was underneath him lying on his back, Mugman very quickly answered “I think Richtofen meant for Lombax and Robot to know which is which.”

Both got up on their feet after getting off of each other and then going over to the group that were in a pit of confusion, awkward and strange. “So, you're an alien?” Cuphead but realized what he said right away and wished he could take it back but Clank said “Alien, could be a word but I can assure you that we have come in peace, not here for a fight or war-”

“CUPHEAD, MUGMAN AND FRISK! WHERE ARE YOOOOOU!?” a familiar loud voice yelled into the air near them, Ultimis Richtofen scoffed in disgust as he said “Ugh…. This American.”

“American? Who?” Ratchet asked as he and Clank walked over to Frisk’s side as footsteps were coming their way. Richtofen answered “A simpleton vith maggots for a brain.” as Soldier comes in right when he heard him said that, pointing a finger at the doctor as he yelled “I am gonna kill you if you keep on screaming about my intelligence!'' As everyone of their group came in with an injured cowboy and an unfamiliar cyborg holding his shoulder with P!Takeo helped him walk better with his arm around his shoulder, the feeling of metal meeting his skin was forein but he didn’t once say or utter a word of this.

P!Dempsey looked at them after he was one of the few that came in with Heavy who was ushering the imprisoned Heleghasts and Ink Bendy holding Radec on his shoulder who was looking at Ratchet and Clank as he had never seen anything like them before.

“Cuphead, Mugman, Frisk!” he called them out as he walked over to them, one step at a time before stopping and saying “We had been looking everywhere for you-” He noticed Ratchet and Clank when his eyes moved to see them for the first time as Clank greeted “Hello.”

“What is that?!” Primis Dempsey said as he had nearly tripped from the sight of the robot just greeted him friendly as Ultimis Richtofen held his hand up for Dempsey to stop him from pulling his gun out. With a chuckle, Richtofen said “Zhese are not our enemies, zhey are our new friends, zhe furry Lombax is Ratchet und zhe robot is named Clank.”

“Hey.” Ratchet waved as he looked at the Irish-American before him, Dempsey said “Hi…” as he wondered what the heck is a Lombax and why the world is doing this to him as Bruno and Primis Takeo are walking towards them with strange looks.

Takeo kneeled down to have a better look at Ratchet the Lombax, he looked like a cat with yellow fur with brownish orange stripes but he had a lion’s tail that swayed behind him as he was curious as well. “And who are you, sir?” Ratchet asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable from the stare he was giving him that Takeo seemed to snapped out of it, standing up and said “I’m sorry. I am Takeo Masaki, Ratchet and Clank.”

“Good to meet you, Mr. Masaki.” Clank said as he looked at the Lombax as the Lombax looked back at him. The rest of the RED team were a bit wary about this strange encounter with this Lombax and a small robot that is being friendly to the others.

Soldier is holding a rocket launcher close to his person, Heavy is looking at this with a smile on his face like this was the funniest thing in the world but he is laughing in his head at this, Scout was giving them a strange looks as he remembered the times that he had read too many comic books, Demoman was looking at them before looking at hs bottle of alcohol he had found and then landing it to Ultimis who was drunk as him as he is seeing this and gladly accepted it without a thought.

Sniper, somewhat, remained ideal towards this as he had been used to robots, zombies, and even aliens but despite this being though this new to him, he tipped his hat to him like he was greeting a stranger. Ratchet nodded as he acknowledged the greeting from the Australian as Clank did.

“Do you people live here?” Clank asked the question to Utlimis Richtofen who was standing upright as he was looking at the cyborg they were carrying when they came in until the question was registered into his head as the robot said “Hello?”

“Oh?, nein, ve do not live here, someone or something just had brought us here rather strange if you will question it so fondly.” he simply answered, “You were brought by what?” Ratchet asked, crossing his arms.

“Und dunkle for keeping Frisk entertained.” Richtofen thanked them both as he looked at them with a smile as Ratchet looked at him confused.

“Yeah, whatever that means.”

“It means “thank you.”” he said as he gave the Lombax an unamused look and his arms.

[Drawn by TikTak known as This-Person-is-Slowly-Dying on Tumblr]

Frisk looked at Ratchet and Clank as Ratchet helped his friend back on his back, then two choices appeared that spooked the other newcomers but the fallen child paid no mind to this as this is the usual for this.

>[Can we set up camp?]

[Can we keep going?]

[Can we set up camp?]

“Oh, zhat seems like a good idea!” Richtofen chimed in, he looked around the area and then to the others and began to count each one of his members ``Let's see here… Zhe Pauling vaz zhe RED Team’s leader but vhen zhey vere taken avay, so, zhere five members und zhere vere eight of us but now zhere are four of us again. Zhen vith-”

“What are you doing Doc?” Primis Dempsey asked, crossing his arms with a scowl, Ultimis Richtofen stared daggers at him and answered “Counting our ranks, to a numbers, many of us in numbers before setting up camp for us to-"

"A number of us should keep watch on the Helghast soldiers AND the zombies, Doc." Sniper cut in, feeling insecure and annoyed by the Ultimis Doctor. The Doctor looked at the Australian now with the more annoyed look in his eyes.

“I am sorry mein friend, are you feeling insecure of zhis… situation ve are in?” Ultimis Richtofen questioned as he looked at the Sniper who is ushering the otherworldly soldiers to sit down while triple checking Colonel Mael Radec is still being held by Bendy or Ink Bendy for incense.

“Aye, ya think ya are the-”

“I am in charge now!” Richtofen shot back quickly as he had gotten Sniper to be quiet, “I am in charge from here on out until ve get our allies back, along vith mein other younger self! Zhe reasons vhy I had taken zhis position is zhat I know how to invent veapons, und even made a few Wonder veapons of mein own, I am smarter vith zhe brain zhat trumped over brawn und no time for any foolishness vith zhe likes of you, Bushman.” words poured out of his mouth like water that had been poisoned by corpses who were drowned in it.

Radec had never felt anything before but dread and respect for the German doctor, a twisted version of the Primis one but insane and toxic within the man who is a major general, one of the many of the Nazis and somewhat, reminded him of Visari, the man who he been leader and himself as a bodyguard for the leader who started the second extratatersal war.

“So, if you are all done talking, Sniper, I vill address you to do vhat you do best; run up to a far away place und shoot at anyzhing from zhat distance. If not, you are free to go hunt for food for zhe night so I can be at peace please.'' The Doctor finished finally with a grimmed smile, the Bushman glared at the insane man in the eyes before turning and walking away from the backward they were in.

Primis Tank Dempsey and Takeo Masaki looked at each other and then ran over to Sniper, catching up to him as the Doctor trumpthly stood there with a smirk. “Now, vhere vas I…?”

To where Sniper is, he was angered that he was insulted like that until he heard a familiar voice calling out to him. “Sniper!”

He stopped and turned to see who it was and sure enough, Primis Dempsey and Takeo had run over to him as they were down the street just three miles from the house. The street they were on had overgrown with weeds, plants and trees that reached the skies. Slowly burying the once rotting neighborhood into a green, colorful forest that was being taken back by mother nature.

“Ohat are you two doing here?” Sniper questioned, his voice sounded upset as both men catched up to him from running far from the backward that is soon to be confirmed into a camp.

“Going with you to hunt, I believe.” Takeo said as his hand is holding onto the handle of his sword, Sniper nodding, confirming what Takeo said is true, getting out his Back-Pit and then looking through his selections of different items he had.

Class: Sniper

Real Name: Mr. Mickey Mundy Gender: Male Birthdate: 04/6/1948 Birth Place: New Zealand Health Points:125/125 Overheal Points: 185/185 Quick-Fix Overheal Points: 158/158

Condition: Sniper

Normal: 100% (If wielding a different rifle except the classic, zoomed in, charging the classic at ether zoom level, with the huntsman; 27%, 27% and 54%) Backward: 90% (If wielding a different rifle except the classic, zoomed in, charging the classic at ether zoom level, with the huntsman; 27%, 27%, and 53%) Crouched: 33% (If wielding a different rifle except the classic, zoomed in, charging the classic at ether zoom level, with the huntsman; 9%, 9%, and 18%) Swimming: 80% (If wielding a different rifle except the classic, zoomed in, charging the classic at ether zoom level, with the huntsman; 21%, 21%, and N/A)

LV: 43% Gold: 143

Items (Bag): -Slouch hat [Equipped] -Lighter and box cigarettes -Jarate x5

Weapons: -Sniper rifle (Primary) >Huntsman (Primary)[Equipped] -Arrows. -Submachine gun (Secondary) -Shooting Star (Advanced laser sniper rifle) (Just in case there’s an Alien invasion again) -Kukri (Melee) -Razorback (A shield that can be attached by strap)

Back-Pit: -5 Blankets -Damaged pillow with a tears -Tent -Leather-bound notebook with an ink pen -Iron scraps x18 -Sticks x32 -Knife -Gunpowder x8 -Cloak -winter coat (For warmth use in winter only)

Sniper got out the bow and arrows and placed the sniper rifle inside the Back-Pit, placing the arrows in his quiver so he could pull them one after he used the first arrow. The Australian had noticed the text earlier that displayed his information; His real name, his place of origin, his health points, his bag, his weapons and the items inside his Back-Pit. Almost like a video game that can do that.

He then just shrugged it off as he could think about it later, he strums the string of his bow, whom is called “Huntsman”, in his hands, he looks at them both, Dempsey and Takeo, he wonder who-

Who will you take with you on the hunt?

>Tank Dempsey Takeo Masaki

Sniper was taken off guard when he was presented with another choice to himself, text is simply moved between the two names presented within the box filled with texts, old style gaming texts.

He looked around the environment and then at two of them and it’s like time had stopped and the colors of the scenery had been stripped and there’s nothing but black and white where they once layed like the rainbow had been sucked dry.

Who will you take with you on the hunt?

Tank Dempsey >Takeo Masaki

Who will you take with you on the hunt?

>Tank Dempsey Takeo Masaki

Who will you take with you on the hunt?

Tank Dempsey >Takeo Masaki

He tried to get out of the choice menu but the arrow kept moving between Primis Tank and Takeo, he tried to speak out for help but he couldn’t hear his own voice like it had been put on mute. He realized more that time had paused on them too, Dempsey and Takeo stood still, unmoving and unanimated, lifeless almost everywhere on them and they looked like nothing wrong is happening right now.

Whenever he moved the arrow selecting the choice, the colors came back to them but only for the arrow to go back to what it was previously pointing, making the other lose his colors once again.

It felt like time and colors had taken off without Sniper, leaving him in a timeless, colorless void until another option had appeared just under Tank Dempsey and Takeo Masaki’s names. The word is in yellow color or light golden color, better than the white text. It simply read as it follows:

Who will you take with you on the hunt?

Tank Dempsey Takeo Masaki

>Advice

[Picture made in Garry’s mod, made by Meaghan “Icefir” Halter]

Sniper looked at the word “Advice” for a moment as the arrow seemed to be pointed at it when he looked at it, it occurred to him that when he looked at the two names, the arrow seems to point at what he was looking for. Much as he doesn’t want to, he raises his hand towards and then gently presses it. The choice text went away and was replaced with the new advice board.

Each choice you will make, each decision you’ll pick, they will not only change your future but will shape the coming future heading your way.

Choices will not follow the same road but separately as what will depend on you to choose.

Philosophical meaning, strange advice it could give to a Bushman like himself. He looked at the text a little longer and finally realized: He was going to choose between Dempsey and Takeo to take with him. The advice board he was looking at had closed and disappeared within the 3 minutes upon the glaze of it, the Advice button was nowhere to be found and never to be used again.

Who will you take with you on the hunt?

>Tank Dempsey Takeo Masaki

Sniper looked around the two for a moment, thinking of the pros and cons of one each of two Primis members. His first choice was Tank since he is a marine but if there is danger like a bear; he would yell and shout before attacking it willy-nilly, he is strong but bragging about things that he found annoying.

He looked at Takeo, he wasn’t sure about it but he is quiet for most of the time and he is the most skilled swordsman, able to sneak like Spy and Diego so he may be a guaranteed choice for him.

Who will you take with you on the hunt?

Tank Dempsey >Takeo Masaki

>Takeo Masaki<

Sniper pressed the choice he wanted and almost intensity went back to normal, time resumed and colors drained back into the order of everything, even to P!Dempsey and P!Takeo as well. They sounded and acted the way they did was like something strange happened to Sniper.

“Snip, are ya alright?” Dempsey asked as the warrior remained idly, equally confused as his ally as he looked at the Australian made.

“I was…” Sniper began to explain, “I was thinking about who I would want to take with me to hunting and I picked Takeo.” as he pointed at Takeo when he finished saying this. Tank and Takeo looked at each other and the marine asked “What about me, can I come too?” with his hands on the rifle.

“We will separate,” Sniper planned to him, “cover more hunting grounds that way but if anything went wrong; we’ll meet back here. Got it, mate?”

Dempsey looked at him for a moment and thought about it just a little minute of this, he would have alone time to himself as he would walk around, time to take his mind off about what had been going on today and maybe think about it then theorize the thoughts of the situation so far. He nodding, not saying anything to the Bushman

“Good,” Sniper said as he walked to his left that leads into the wilderness, stopped and looking over his shoulder to Takeo and then called out “Are ya coming or whot?”

Takeo looked at Dempsey for a moment before walking with the bow-wielding mercenary to begin hunting, leaving Dempsey there by himself as he looked down at the ground for a few moments before walking the opposite direction away from where he is standing. -Almost an hour later…-

He had been walking around the forest or a strange type of the jungle for about an hour now, he kept his eyes out for any zombies in case they might be in the area while he’s around.

Birds were flying, singing their tune into the eerily calm and sweet of the forest-hybrid jungle, puddles or… rivers of water flowing through the pathways that are once roads meant for driving cars well this is what the roads are for now.

Moss and grass had over the cars that he did not recognize by coveted them so they will be able to grow plants and find ways with or without the soil.

Strange flowers, they were almost like they were a new species of some type, petals of the flower were light blue and strangely was crystalized and the light of the sun was reflecting off of the flower's petals.

A eerie cyan blue glow from that plant-

P!Dempsey then just shrugged off and went on the beaten road that seems to lead on forever until he just came across a house that… once a beautiful mansion that looked like a castle, vines of roses are covering the crumbling walls with a broken gate to the mansion, the field that the mansion is located is overrun with forest trees that is climbing their way up to be as tall as the building itself. Vines and moss is almost done with climbing on top of the mansion and its roof.

“Fancy mansion,” P!Dempsey softly said to himself as he began to walk towards the gate, “Big enough for us to camp there for the night but it’s an hour away as the sun is going down. If I am lucky enough if it’s a large animal and when I kill it; we’ll eat like kings and queens.”

The thought of the big roasted animal as he and everyone eating the pieces of it as they all sat around the campfire and afterwards, the Helghasts will have their leftovers of the animal, he can’t get it out of his head as he could hardly taste the taste of the animal he had slain.

He looked at the gate, it was rusted over and looked unstable to stay up a little longer, he placed his hand on it and then gently pushed it. The gate creaked and it’s doors fell down, making a loud CLASH on the ground.

He stood there awkwardly for a moment before entering the forested courtyard as he scanned around the area itself while he walked towards the building itself with the assault rifle in his hands and taking caution as he looked around.

He noticed a few bodies laying around the entrance to the mansion, they are animal-like but almost human with the paws that looked like they were hands and they had fur all over them but they are clothed and had armor as the marine found strange. Animals can’t wear clothes as humans… can they?

There was a faint yell from inside the mansion, he looked at the barely half way opened double door entrance to the building and little spots of blood going into the inside of the large house that is fitted for a rich family if it’s still in a cleaned state.

Inside the mansion as he walked in as he looked around the mansion while he took two steps inside the manor as he called out “Is anyone in here?” before his boot hits something on the floor as it was glowing in a flickering light. It was a lantern with a cyan blue light glowing from within the lantern. It’s light was flickering and threatening light would go out but it never did, not once.

He kneeled down and picked it up, he looked around with the lantern’s light shining through the darkness, The room he is in, the entrance room was in complete disarray, futature was shredded and broken, the few pillars on his left and right had crumbled and fallen down as others are still standing to support the mansion and would eventually crumble as well but vines had climbed there way upward since the windows of this place was broken in like someone had threw rocks at them and they shattered.

*Primis Dempsey obtained a lantern!

The darkness within the manor was illuminated by the lantern as the water dripped from the ceiling due to the pipes having become leaky.

P!Dempsey then begins to walk forward to the stairs that is the end and the center of the stairs as that’s where the trail of blood spots leads to as he held onto the rifle in his hand while holding up the lantern in the other hand as the glowing cyan blue light shines through the dark halls and into the corridor filled with shadows but he heard a groan of… a dog whining?

Dempsey is now on high alert by this as he slowly walked over to where the whining/groaning was coming from as he took to the right towards the end of the hallway and what he saw had confused him the most: a dog, a German dog lavender mix, wearing grayish red clothes and armor that was holding the side of his shoulder with blood pouring out of the wound that was caused by a nasty gushy bite.

“Hey,” he managed to say something as he walked over to the dog with the light shining on it, “Are you alright there?” but the dog continued whining in a high pitch tune but did point at the hole in the wall where a pool of crimson red liquid was twisting and turning into another path of it leading into darkness of the few rooms over. “Stay here,” he said as he raised the rifle to his shoulder and had the lantern shine it’s light into the darkened rooms and then walk into the hole “I’ll be back for you.” as he entered the shadows with courage, he is an intrepid man in the marines, the one who knows no fear.

But he couldn’t help but feel like there’s something bad inside this mansion, if seeing one humanoid dog bleeding wasn’t bad enough but something worse here may be bad too.

Two or five rooms later, he spots another humanoid white and black dog, a husky breed, wearing green clothing and wearing armor, the same armor as the bleeding dog was wearing as it talked, it said “Where did it go?” while it… or he was holding a lantern of his own, same color as the light and looking around the dark, looking for something.

“What the hell?” he said in a bit too loud in his moment of shock of what he was seeing before him that the Husky had heard him and turned around to see a human for the first time but he said “Human, stay there, don’t make a sound or-!!” something had just popped out of the shadows before he could finish.

It looked like human but this looked like it had been skinned alive, brain, sharp teeth, rib cage with organs exposed but staying inside like rocks, it’s hands are claws and feet and it’s toes are claw too but it was able to be on all fours on it’s own like an animal. It’s sharp teeth then dug into the husky, streaks of blood shot out as the armored dog began whimpering and screaming in pain and terror as Dempsey yelled “Hey! Get off of that dog! Get off of him freakbag!”

“H-help me…” last words of the dog choked out before that… Licker had continued it’s tragic feast into the dog’s rib cage and eating intestines and other organs before it’s attention had turned to the Marine as he could see that it didn’t have any eyes for it to see what it was looking at.

“Mortherf***ing sh*t son of a b***! Don’t move-!” he had to place the lantern onto his waist belt for him to continue to provide light so he could be able to use both his arms so he could open fire on the Licker but dang, this thing was fast!

Running on all fours for it to move fast as it jumped and running on walls as it screeched at him as bullets flew everywhere as it jumped down in front of the marine, letting out a deep wailing screech and then jumping onto Dempsey, pinning him to the ground.

“Get off of me…!” he groaned as he tried to get it off but this creature had kept it’s claw flat on his chest while raising it’s claw in the air and then bringing it down onto Dempsey.

15- hit! HP 60% out of 75

“F***!!” he yelled in pain as the Licker jumped out of him to continue it’s attack, Primis Dempsey got back up his feet with the wound on his side as the Licker once again screeched. P!Dempsey unsheathes a knife and gets into a hunting position as he keeps his eyes out for the mutated zombie, the lantern he had is still providing light for him but it is cracked by the lens of it.

Hearing for anything that is moving as he moved slowly in the dark, the screeching from within the shadows as he breathed slowly and remained calm for this, another screech from his right, he turned to find it with a soft gasp but didn’t find anything but then he heard a screech from his left as he turned to look but stepping onto a broken glass, making a cracking sound within the room.

Causing the Licker to grab him by the head and then scratch him as well as launching him to a wall with a yell and grunt in pain from the human.

20- Hit! HP 40% out of 75

“Damn…” He groaned as he stands up on his knees as he looked at the Licker as it lands on the floor by rolling then fall from the ceiling, still crawling on all fours and then it’s tongue came out, it’s inhuman almost like a frog as it is long and sliva was dripping off of it.

P!Dempsey groaned as he was too far away to get his knife but he wasn’t giving up easily so as the result of his determination, he went through his pouch after he dug his hand in it and pulled out something round, metal and green.

Before he knew it, Licker punched on his and raised it’s claw to strike him again but Primis Dempsey used up his strength to shove a grenade into its mouth and then pulled a pin out of it and then he used his foot to kick it off of him.

Licker looked confused to what it was that the Marine had shoved into its mouth when he got up and then ran for cover just in time before the grenade had exploded, bits of brain and teeth flying everywhere as he heard a thud on the ground. Clenching on his side, P!Dempsey got back on his feet to see if his plan had done the trick.

Sure enough, it did, a headless Licker body lying motionless on the ground with blood pouring out of its neck. He walked over to the body and then gave it a kick for a reaction but nothing so far. He then gritted his teeth and groaned “This is gonna be sore in the morning…” as he walked over to where he had dropped the lantern, it was beside the broken glass he had stepped on to alert the Licker and then he picked it and shone the light on the room again. The room itself was in disarray and disrepair but there’s a few items scattered about, a first aid spray on the floor, rifle ammo on the table with a note beside it and his knife he had dropped.

“Can’t believe my luck, someone must’ve dropped it in a hurry.” he said as he carefully walked towards the first aid spray and not to push himself too hard not to deepen the pain the Licker had caused him.

He looked at it as he picked it up from the ground and then read the interactions on the back.

Umbrella Corps. First Aid Spray Use this when you are injured in the case of B.O.W.S. Every Umbrella Corps. Member must carry this at all times when you are on missions of-

Rest of the spray’s instructions was scratched up as it is no longer eligible to read, Primis Dempsey had kept reading the words “Umbrella Corps” over and over as he muttered “I guess Frank West was right about the Umbrella.” and then prepares to spray it onto the wound the mutated zombie had caused on him. “Alright, let’s see if it can heal this one.” he muttered under his breath, he sprayed the liquidised medicine onto the injury, the first sting of pain shot through the abdomen before he could think but his brain can already tell it.

The smell of green herbs was in the air and the feeling of bleeding had slowed and then just stopped, just stopped like a switch had just turned off. He can’t feel anymore pain afterwards as he sighed in relief.

16+ heal! HP 56% out of 75

“Well, that wasn’t too hard.” the marine mumbled as he walked to the table just behind him and was on the left, he looked at the rifle ammo on the table and then slowly picked it up to examine it. They look like they go to a Wonder Weapon of a strange type, he places the ammo into his Back-Pit and then picks up his knife from the ground and then sheathes it back to his boiler.

He was going to leave but his attention reached back to the note on the table, he picked it up and the note read as follows:

To any survivors, if you are unfortunate enough to still be alive in this part of the ruins of Salt Lake City; keep your eyes open for any creepy fuckers that looked like they were skinned alive, “Lickers” is what Leon had described them from the Raccoon City Incident.

One thing they lacked was eyes, they are blind as bats but their hearing makes up for that so they will hear anything that stupidly makes a sh!t ton of noise and it will attract them to it. But one way to avoid them as much as possible was to move slowly and stay quiet if you see a Licker.

Make like your grandma and creep by them as slowly and quietly as possible okay? Not like I want to but I have to regroup with the rest of my squad after a sudden bombing from some unauthorized military order and when I do, we have half of our squad to avenge. -Chris

“Gee… Thanks for the tip.” Dempsey said, sarcastic while feeling stupid that he could’ve known about that sooner. He then heard a thud from where he came in and claws flickering from the hallway can be heard throughout by the echoes.

“Sh!t….” He cursed under his breath as he looked at the hole he came in with the lantern, he can hear them from his left and he slowly turned to look at what it was and saw it was a new Licker, on the wall near the latest corpse of the humanoid dog and it was eating it but then it crawled upward to the ceiling, seemingly leaving its dinner behind.

Dempsey took a couple of steps back in disgust as the Licker lifted it’s head from its meal and then looked to where it was blindly with a long tongue curling out of its mouth. True to its name, Licker had a long tongue covered in saliva before climbing up onto the ceiling but not without its snack, used its tongue to spear and then dragged the corpse towards it and then returned to eat it’s dinner.

“Okay,” Primis Dempsey muttered softly as he looked at the Licker, “Tank, you can do this....” before he walked slowly and softly passed the licker while it was eating above him, blood from it’s meal was dripping down blood and onto the marine like rain, crimson red rain.

“Ehhh…” Dempsey moaned in disgust, quietly as he heard the Licker finishing eating and dropping the body onto the fall. Thudding onto the ground and all silence afterward from the Licker, a second Licker had crawled out of the vent closest to the ceiling and towards the wall to the right and crawled on it quickly as the Tank passed it by.

“If one wasn’t bad enough in this building.” Dempsey thought as he kept the lantern on his person so he could get out a rifle and prepared just in case one of them had to somehow hear him.

Making his way to the exit as he kept his eyes out for not only two Lickers and then three or six more Lickers had come out from broken doorways and vents after they had busted it from the inside but Dempsey remained calm and cursing under his breath with the sight of several Lickers around.

Lickers in the group are eating another corpse of a man wearing a strange military uniform with a white and blue umbrella symbol snitched on each sleeve and these Lickers are eating the corpse as if like buzzards enjoying their latest roadkill. The marine of Primis furiously shook his head in disgust and looked away from the scene presented to him as he started to continue out of here without too much hesitation, as slow and quiet as possible.

He didn’t watch where he was going as he had accidentally kicked a vase laying on the ground and upon impact, it shattered into pieces and it alerted the Lickers he had walked past. “Oh sh!t!” he muttered as he heard one of them screeched from behind him as one thought, foreign and familiar to him had screamed one word only, it screamed:

Run

He had time to question the thought as the flight had kicked in and letting adrenaline take control of his being, feet had suddenly grown wings as he ran out of sheer stamina. Lickers were fast enough to go after him as he turned around and while backing up, he began to shoot one of them in the brains, and blood-spattered about everywhere before opening fire on the other one as it had jumped to grab him.

The roaring and the screeching are not far behind him as he kept running and dodging each Licker that had leaped to pin him down. With a few scrapes and bruises from the Lickers, P!Dempsey was still persistent as hell as he was determined to get out of the mansion alive.

When he saw the opened door to the outside in relief, he believed he was going to make it but had a gut feeling that one of the Lickers had its tongue out and then shot at the marine, he turned around to see if they are still chasing him but he no time to react to the long fleshy slimy rope that belongs to the unforgiving Licker, it coiled around his neck and then he was pulled into Licker’s clutches as it gnarled its teeth at the man while he grabbed tightly on its tongue to break free but he had dropped the assault rifle to the floor when he had let go of it to grab and try to pull off Licker’s tongue or in this case rip it off with his bare hands if he has to.

“Let… Go, you… freak-bags!!” he spoke as Lickers began to swarm the helpless fighting man before them but then, he looked around him to see them as the marine yelled “Sh!t!” as he was trying to pry off the Licker’s grip while he was trying to fend himself but then… He heard footsteps coming from the entrance. They’re getting louder and louder until-

A traditional blue and gold Chinese hair ornament flew out of nowhere in fast speed and stringed the head of the Licker, blood spurted out a bit and onto the marine before he and itself fell to the floor together as he looked at the stunning hair ornament.

He landed with the grunt with the Licker hitting the ground and causing the hair ornament to fly off of it’s exposed brain and spun over to Dempsey. Getting on his feet as someone had dashed in and picked up the hairpin as Lickers are charging in from the ceiling.

The next he knew the rest of the Lickers had fallen victim to the hair ornament as he had picked himself off the floor and wiped the blood off of his face as he stood. He then finally saw an Asian light-skinned woman armed with just a hairpin had begun to battle and defeated at least four Lickers as it was now drizzled in blood as she held it firmly in her gloveless hands. Her coal-black hair tied in a bun, wearing a dark dress coat with dark gray 1910’s Tung suit top, navy blue leggings, and boots.

She is approaching him as she looks at him beforehand, stopping to where he is sitting, she then asks “Are you okay?”

“I’m… I’m fine.” he answered as he looked at her, the woman who saved him began to introduce herself to the marine; “My name is Jin Bai Chen.” as she leans in with her hand reaching out for him and with him accepting it, she helps him onto his feet once more.

“The name’s Tank Dempsey.” he introduced himself to her as well as he looked at her.

Jin looked to where he had dropped his assault rifle then picked it up off the floor and handed it back to him, “I believe this belongs to you.” she smiled.

“Thanks.” he said as he looked around the area then the fallen Lickers before them as he said “We have to get out here.” gently grabbing her by the arm and then pulling her forward with him as she replied, “Understood.”

They both exited the mansion in haste as they walked down the stone steps and then onto a path that leads to the opened gate, towards the gate Dempsey has to say something to this woman.

"So." Dempsey responded as he walked by Jin's side. "What brings you here?" Jin looked at the man, he can tell that even her, she hardly remembered what had happened to her when she got here as well. "I do not remember," She began to say, "I was in Northern France when the outbreak began but then... I don't know in all honesty; I woke up in a house with talking cats."

This sounded silly yet strangely familiar to the marine, he had no idea why but it had sounded that way as he shook his head.

"That sounded ridiculous."

"I-It really is..." she replied, slightly embarrassed.

"Talking cats..." Dempsey muttered as Jin giggled quietly at the thought of it, Dempsey then looked at her now, "It's a stupid thought to think-" he had started to say but didn't finish when he heard a twig snapped, he suddenly stopped as the woman looked at him in confusion.

"What is the matter?" Jin said with worry.

"Shhh...!" He shushed, looking into the forest of the courtyard and he heard familiar groaning from within in the woods, then the familiar figures shambling and staggering came into the clearing: Zombies.

"Shit," he quietly yelled as he put his rifle away and scrambled to get out a pistol and a revolver out of his hoistors, "There's more of them!"

"What...?" She said as she looked to her side and saw more zombies coming to her side, "Zombies...!?" she responded as she and the marine were pressing their backs to each other, facing the dead surrounding them.

"Yeah! Stick by me, alright?!" he ordered as he kept his eyes on them.

"Understood." She replied, gripping her hair ornament.

[Drawn by Icefir, picture featuring mortal-kombattore-115’s OC, Jin Bai Chen.] [Original]

Zombies, a horde of familiar undead are coming behind the trees on their left, another horde of zombies are coming in from the right side of this forested courtyard but they are unfamiliar to the marine as there’s one new detail to them.

Their eyes are not glowing yet they are devoid of color than their 115-tainted counterparts, they did not run as them but still they can still walk faster and they were wearing some kind of late 90's clothing

These strange zombies and 115 zombies are surrounding them but they are not helpless.

Dempsey muttered under his breath "Alright, which one of them is going first?" as he is looking at one of each of them to look at the other one after another.

As the undead began to approach the duo, Jin ran up to them and started slaying them one by one. The Marine didn't have time to think which one he would pick, so he shot the first one he could see.

"Die you undead f***s!" Dempsey shouted, being trigger happy. As he was shooting the zombies and looked at Jin to make sure she was okay, he noticed that Jin was... Quite fast killing the undead forces without the use of a firearm.

Zombies are not fast nor quick enough for her as she stabbed and kicked them to the ground with each fatal puncture to the brains. He wasn't sure or didn't want to be sure but Dempsey began to stare at her, admiring her badassery she displayed. "Who is she....?" he muttered to himself, he wasn't aware that a zombie was coming to him as he stared at her.

Jin looked back to see Dempsey wasn't paying attention to his surroundings and spotted the Untoten coming to him from behind, Jin alerted "Watch out!", making Dempsey come back in reality.

Dempsey spun around to see a zombie coming towards him, he blocked it temporarily with his forearm and used a pistol to blow a bullet into it. "Thanks, Jin!" He said and Jin nodded with a smile.

The duo have been killing the undead, one by one, making a clear path, as they were walking towards the gate, "That's right we are cutting through them!" the Marine yelled, "Literally."

"We are!" she responded. "Keep going!" "Yes ma'am." he replied.

They are fighting what felt like forever with their lungs devoid of air, they are killing the horde until they reach the gate, out of breath.

"We made it!" Jin responded, catching her breath.

"Y-yeah," he breathes out as he looks back behind him, the 115 zombies are lying dead but the new zombies are getting back up with bullet wounds in their heads, the surviving zombies are coming to them. "We better get along." he nudges her to get moving.

"Understood." Jin replied as they ran far from the mansion as fast as possible, the familiar forest-like jungle that overtook the neighborhood in ruins with a new teammate by his side.

"Do you think the undead forces are going to come back?" Jin asked.

"I doubt it," he started to speak, "if they are here then-" Dempsey realized about the situation, "Sh!t! Tak is with Sniper right now and they just had no idea that these meatsacks are here too!"

"Who?" she asked with confusion as Dempsey looked at her, "I'll explain on the way, let's go." he said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her along as the sun is creeping behind the mountains, it's celestial light leaving the broken city to make way for lunar glow of the moon to take over for the night.

They journeyed through the neighborhood until Dempsey had found two familiar men, Takeo and Sniper as the warrior stood in front of a large creature that resembled a bear but different as Jin started to study the two men and to her, Takeo is from their timeline but Sniper's not.

Sniper looked at Dempsey with a bow rested on his shoulders and a quiver had only handmade 7 arrows in them, "About bloody time." He groad, "Takeo and I were waiting for ya, mate. He had found some kind of a bear for dinner, Tank." as Takeo remained silent as he stood fount of the dead beast.

Takeo hasn't noticed until now with a new woman next to the man, "Who is she, Dempsey?" Takeo asked, looking at Jin.

"Her name is Jin Bai Chen, Tak." Dempsey answered as the Australian looked at her as well with curiosity, "Is the sheila from your timeline, ya two?"

"Yes." She responded before Tank could answer. "You are?" Dempsey and Takeo said at the same time. Jin nodded in agreement. "Those clothes you two are wearing, are from my time. So I believe that we originate from there..."

"I see." Takeo said as Sniper steps up, "Five people from World War I, speaking of blubbering about, where are you from, Miss Chen?" He asked.

"Originally from China." Jin replied. "I am temporarily living in France, to provide labor for the French and British soldiers. You see, I am with the Chinese Labor Corps."

"Oi see but Jin, how did you get here from that timeline to here?" Sniper asked.

A question finally got into Dempsey's head, "Guys wait, Jin had saved my ass back in that mansion with Lickers and zombies. She was a badass when she helped me too." He said.

"Really." Takeo said.

Dempsey nods in agreement, "No shit, I am serious." as Sniper looked over to Jin, "How did this happen?" he questioned.

Jin then raised her hair ornament, which is now painted with the blood from the undead. Sniper looked surprised as well with Takeo who said "You used your hair ornament?"

"Yes." Jin replied. "But that was not the only thing I defended myself with."

"What is?"

"Shaolin monk kung flu." she answered.

"Shaolin monk, you are...?" Takeo said as he now believes who she was. Jin nodded. "I had been saved by a Shaolin Monk." Dempsey said in awe. "I'll be damned."

The woman began to smile at Dempsey's comment.

The Marine pounted as he blushed, Sniper smirked at the blushing face of Tank as he was going to tease him later but then he thought back about that advice an hour ago, was it right about this?

"Very well." Jin responded.

Sniper responds as well with "Oi guess Oi can agree to it as well, now, help with this big piece of meat, lads."

Four hands of both men helped carrying a slayed "bear" back to camp as it was much heavier than it looked back to camp, back to house number 1104 that had become a fortress thanks to their teammates and new found allies.

"Help with this...!" Sniper grunted as he, Dempsey, Takeo and Jin helped placing the bear onto the huge kitchen counter, the group of four all worked together to skin the bear so it can be properly cooked. It seemed to be quiet in the household until all too familiar, LOUD hard voice bellowed out "ARE YOU THREE BACK WITH DINNER!?"

It had come from Soldier, the man with low intelligence and a helmet that covers most of his eyes. "BLOODY HELL- Soldier!" Sniper had jumped out of his own skin as he had nearly dropped the knife he was using as others looked at him after they were too jumped by his sudden presence.

"We are trying to skin a bear that the Samurai had caught for dinner!!" He yelled as he was taking a few breaths in with his hand over her chest, nearly having suffered a heart attack. Jin looked over to Dempsey, "There's more?" she asked.

"More of us are here since this whole thing began, separate people from different lives, timelines and worlds." Takeo answered to her as the Soldier came over, inspecting this newcomer to their group.

"Wait until you;ll meet more, never know how many are here." Dempsey answered more as Soldier looked at Dempsey now and then back to Jin who was a bit uncomfortable with this man staring, "I see." she nodded as she looked at Dempsey, "For now, let us prepare for this feast."

Soldier, until now finally, Soldier said "Huh, a new recruit! since you are with Corporal Dempsey, I'll let you go this time!'' Then turned and trotted off, one two three four. One two three four steps of each foot as Dempsey facepalmed.

"Ignore Soldier, Jin," He groaned. Jin giggled, making Dempsey's cheeks bloom pink. After skinning it, they cut it into pieces for the group to eat. After an hour of cooking, Sniper then called out to the remaining people in the fortress that dinner is ready.

Frisk, the remaining members of RED, Helghast prisoners and everyone had come from their makeshift camping quarters to find a place to sit and eat as Jin looked at everyone with surprise and wary of both Helghasts and the Inky demon that is Bendy.

"There is no way that all of this is real." She thought to herself as Sniper had came back from the kitchen with spices, he seemed to read her mind for a moment as he said "I want to say the same thing as you, Jin." as he walked passed her as Cuphead, Mugman and Frisk had followed Sniper, catching Jin's attention unknowingly as Mugman said "I hope it's enough for everyone, golly."

Jin had given a confused look to all of this, two children who had cups for heads had her questioning her santy at this point of her life as Dempsey was going to find a spot to sit but had noticed Jin, walked over to her as he was a bit of concern. Dempsey asked "Are you alright Jin?"

Jin only responded at a level that only Dempsey can hear her, "I feel like I am under some hallucinogenic drug right now. There is no way that a talking cup has manifested into reality."

Dempsey shook his head as he hold her hand a little, "I understand, if zombies are not worse then-"

"Halllo~!!" Ultimis Richtofen's voice cooed out like a crow as Dempsey growled. "-Then this could be it, great."

They both see Ultimis Richtofen, emerging from the shed with Ratchet, Clank and Raiden in tow, walking over to the tired marine and a startled Shaolin woman.

"Guten Abend!" The Doctor greeted happily with a smile on his face, "Hey Richtofen." Dempsey growled. Richtofen then turned his focus to Jin, giving a warm smile. "And who is this lovely fraulein?"

"It's Jin." Dempsey said as he crossed his arms. The German then took Jin's hand and kissed it, disregarding the irritated American next to him as Richtofen cooed "Very nice to meet you, Jin! Now, judging from zhe clothing, you must be from zhis American's timeline, ja?~"

Jin was a little creeped out by this man who is overall friendly towards her, Jin replied "...yes."

"1918 I see." Richtofen purred as Bruno was making a big campfire, "German, the American looked angered." he said softly as he fed the fire with logs while Richtofen waved his hand to him "Oh hush, Bruno." as Jin had begun to examine the Frenchman. He looked like he's been in several quarrels in his life by his features as he looked at her and said "You are Jin, if I am not wrong, I am Bruno Delacroix."

"Bonjour Bruno" Jin responded. "C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer aussi." Bruno smiled and nodded. "You learned how to speak French?" Dempsey asked.

"Yes." she replied. "I have studied the language during my deployment in France." as Richtofen placed his index finger and thumb under his chin as the word "deployment" had caught the Frenchman's attention. "Deployment?" Bruno asked. "For what war?"

"The Great War." Jin answered, Ultimis Richtofen knew what war she was referring to since she, Primis Dempsey and Takeo are from around the time of World War I as he said "World War I."

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Merry Pranksters - Miles wants to play a practical joke on Julian while the doctor is off the station and asks Garak, of all people, for help.

(3,6k words, Miles & Garak gen fic)

Garak was just about to close up for the day when Miles O'Brien appeared quite unexpectedly. He was an infrequent visitor in the shop. The chief tended to leave sartorial considerations to his wife when he could get away with it. Outside of his holosuite costumes, that is, and in those cases he usually discussed things thoroughly with the doctor before letting Julian make the actual arrangements with the tailor.

"Good evening, Chief O'Brien," Garak greeted him as pleasantly as any customer. "How are those trousers I mended working out for you?"

"Fine, fine. Good as new," Miles said, but nothing more.

"Was there something you need?”

"You, uh... you want to help me prank Julian?" Miles asked.

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"Good evening, Chief O'Brien," Garak greeted him pleasantly. "How are those trousers I mended working out for you?"

"Fine, fine. Good as new," Miles said, but nothing more.

"Was there something you need? Don't tell me young Miss Molly had another growth spurt again so soon? That would be most inconvenient to Mrs. O'Brien. I believe she said they would be on Bajor this month? There aren't many clothing shops in the mountains of Ray'laht."

Miles was surprised, and not sure how he felt about the Cardassian talking so familiarly, and knowledgeably, about his family like that. But of course Garak would know a bit about it. Keiko liked the man, naturally would she would chat with him whenever Molly's pants were getting too short again and she had need of his services. Keiko was a nice, engaging woman and most people liked talking to her. Miles wouldn't have guessed Garak would care enough to listen, but then the man was or used to be a spy. He probably filed away any bit of intel, no matter how innocuous, just in case it came in handy later.

"Not that I am aware of yet," Miles answered, and huffed a laugh. "Won't be long though, the way she's growing."

Now that he thought of it, though, he could remember Julian mentioning that Cardassians were real big on family and loved children. Both apparently being big themes in the books Julian read and discussed with Garak. Julian, bless him, didn't try to get Miles to read any of it, limiting himself to the very broadest strokes of the stories when recounting his weekly lunches with the tailor. And Molly was adorable enough to win hearts wherever she went. It was possible that Garak not only knew but had a genuine friendly interest (as well as a professional one) in not just Molly's measurements but things like her favorite colors and what she liked to do for play. Some of the stain-resistant fabrics Garak had tracked down were a godsend, given how much the girl loved to paint.

Miles might not spend more time with Garak than he had to, but that didn't mean the man was entirely removed from his life. Even if Julian wasn't friends with the man, he would still be there on the station. In his tailor shop, discussing orchids with Keiko and making a mental note that young Miss Molly O'Brien detested knitted sweaters and broke out all over in itchy hives no matter how soft the wool.

Garak looked at the human and tried not to grin widely at the man's reticence, knowing the chief would only interpret it poorly. Garak simply enjoyed drawing information out of people otherwise reluctant to give it away. That's what had made him so good at procuring information for the Order. An honest zeal for the work.

"I stand at the ready when she does," Garak said with his blandest salesman smile. Which was really the only one the chief was likely to trust. "I was just about to close up for the night, if there's no assistance I can offer...."

He trailed off, eyes widened expectantly. Obviously the human had a reason to come here. O'Brien more than most was no fan of Cardassian company. With any other potential customers Garak would have set up an appointment for the following day. But if the chief was here for a fitting it wouldn't take long and Garak suspected O'Brien would be just as happy to have to over and done with quickly.

Miles didn't immediately answer and Garak began to turn away before the chief spoke up.

"You, uh... you want to help me prank Julian?" he asked.

"Pardon me?" Garak's tone and expression were a little too politely confused by half.

"You know, a practical joke."

O'Brien didn't believe for one second that the savvy ex-spy had lived among humans for so long without learning about pranks. In fact, he was damn sure a species as naturally devious as Cardassians was already intimately familiar with the concept, so he didn't elaborate.

"Julian's back from his conference tomorrow," he said instead, "Thought we could arrange a little 'surprise' for him."

"We? As in you and I?"

"Sure! Pranks are more fun with an accomplice," Miles said with a slight smile, and squinted speculatively at him. "And you seem like you might know a thing or two about being a co-conspirator."

Garak didn't insult the chief with his usual protestations that he was just a plain and simple tailor who couldn't possibly conspire against a soul, except perhaps his fractious supplier of Orellian brocade. In truth, the oft-repeated denial of his former career was getting a little tired. One should endeavor not to repeat the same lie too many times. And he was quite sure no one else found it as amusing as Julian did.

"Why me?" he asked. The two men did not have a habit of spending time in each other's company.

"Why not you?"

Miles tried not to get annoyed by the interrogation. He knew it was only annoying because he didn't want to explain himself. He had made the decision to try to be more friendly towards Garak, to reach out and include him in some shenanigans. It was his own fault if that gave the fellow a chance to get under his skin.

And it was a fair question after all, given the usually chilly civility between them.

"Dax and I have pranked Julian a dozen times already," Miles said. "Who else am I going to ask? Sisko? He's my commanding officer. Worf's barely got a sense of humor. And Odo is the station's head of security."

"You expect to engage in acts of dubious legality then?" Garak raised his brow ridges as if scandalized, but there was definitely a hint of mischief in his gaze.

"I expect Odo would find breaking into Julian's quarters a bit dubious, yes." Miles nodded.

Hmm, interesting. Garak was already intrigued by the novelty of the situation. The chief inviting Garak of all people into his fun. There was a 'why' to be discovered there and Garak did enjoy a mystery. But even if there were any reason to suspect the chief's motives might be nefarious, the chance to snoop around the doctor's quarters a bit would still be impossible to resist.

"Actually Quark is pretty good at schemes," Miles continued on through the list, "but there's no latinum in this for him so he wont bother himself. And the Major... well, she's had a hard life. A real rough time growing up. I'm not sure she would see the point in this sort of... silliness. And it occurs to me now that might be true for you too." Miles finished awkwardly. "I mean, I understand if you aren't interested."

Miles, with the natural intuition of a man of similar age who had seen his fair share of trouble, had guessed that Garak had been through a lot in his life. Even if he didn't have any idea what exactly. Garak didn't worry about anything Julian might have told Miles about the former spy's life simply because Garak hadn't told Julian much of anything that could be confirmed as truth. Station gossip surprisingly didn't have much to say about him beyond the painfully unimaginative: that he was still a spy, loyal to Cardassia, in service of the Obsidian Order, here to steal highly classified information and disrupt Federation efforts. Largely negative, but not so bad as to stop the gruff human engineer from sympathizing where he thought they might have common ground of being victims of trauma. Garak could almost feel a sort of... camaraderie with him for it.

"Why Chief, are you implying that I'm no fun?" Garak pivoted, a playful smile served with the joke. Easing their mutual discomfort at the near brush with emotional honesty, and signaling his acceptance of the scheme.

Miles barked an honest laugh at that and grinned back, relieved and, yes, a little amused by the Cardassian.

"I'll get what we need while you close up shop. Meet me at my quarters and we'll walk over to Julian's together."

When he received a nod of acquiescence, Miles left, cheerfully whistling on his way down the Promenade.

Garak was quite sure O'Brien knew he was just as capable of breaking into crew quarters as the engineer. But the former spy lurking around on a habitat level not his own would definitely draw some suspicion from station security. He did have a history of going where he wasn't authorized to be when the situation called for it and a door lock had never stopped that. In the chief's company his presence was less likely to be questioned, but Garak knew how to handle any potential run-ins with Odo regardless.

"Hey," O'Brien greeted him when Garak arrived at the chief's quarters with a parcel under his arm. "What's that?"

"My excuse for being on this level this time of night." Garak handed the package to Miles. "For Miss Molly. They'll be a little big yet, but that hardly matters with pajamas."

"What, did you sew these in the 10 minutes since I left you?" Miles asked with mild astonishment.

"I already had the pattern cut and fabric pinned," Garak said with a dismissive wave. "they were just waiting for the updated inseam measurement. It hardly took a moment to run my handheld seamer over it all."

Huh. Prepared for anything, this one, Miles thought as he accepted the parcel with a nod of thanks and set it down next to two Starfleet issue canvas duffle bags. One of which he hefted, the other he handed to Garak.

"Shall we?"

They made short work of the walk to the doctor's quarters and even shorter work of bypassing Julian's lock code to let themselves in.

Garak crossed to a table where he could set down the bag he held. Next to a pair of data padds that he made sure to 'accidentally' bump so as to activate their screens, which he then just happened to glance at long enough to make note of their contents. All of which would have gone unnoticed even if the room had been crowded with people. Garak was very discreet.

"What's the plan, Mister O'Brien?" He asked, opening the bag to pull out its contents. Which he stared at thoughtfully a moment before he gave up guessing and turned to ask an explanation. "With all these...pieces of paper?"

The bag was crammed full with short stacks of small slips of paper in various neon hues.

"They're called Post-Its, or sticky notes back home. Not exactly a novel concept, I've seen similar things around the galaxy. They mostly fell out of fashion on Earth in the 21st century when people started carrying electronic devices everywhere. You write notes on them: reminders, messages, shopping lists. They have adhesive on the back so you can stick them wherever you need and they come in bright colors so you can't miss seeing them."

"So we're going to... write notes to the doctor on these little squares?" Garak ask skeptically. That didn't seem terribly amusing but then, it would matter a great deal what exactly was written.

"No." Miles eyes suddenly gleamed with a light that bore ill tidings for Julian Bashir. "We are going to stick every single one of these little squares to every single surface we can reach until the whole room is covered with them." As Garak caught on and began to smile, Miles smiled back. "Though, now you mention it.... it could be funny to write stuff on 'em."

"Not all of them surely?" Garak asked.

O'Brien eyed his own bag crammed full of as many Post-Its as he could replicate. His hand cramped at just the idea of all that writing and he made a face.

"Because" Garak hastened to suggest, no more enamored with the thought of that task than the chief, "I really think it would be more amusing to write only on a select few of them. Say, give each word of a sentence its own square and scatter the message around the room. This would force him to examine every last one if he wants to be sure he's found all them."

"Garak, that's brilliant!" Miles grinned. Okay, maybe now he could see how Julian found Garak's devious mind enjoyable instead of just worrisome. "He won't be able to resist finding the clues so he cant just sweep everything into the recycler, he'll have to leave it all up and stare at it until he solves the puzzle."

Miles chortled, pulling out a cube of sticky notes and handing it to Garak.

"You think up a message, I'll try to find you a pen."

"No need, Chief." Garak pulled an elegant looking pen from a discreet pocket in his trousers.

"You just carry a fountain pen around with you?" Miles asked.

Plenty of people still enjoyed the tactile feeling of writing, Jake Sisko to name one, but who actually carried such an old-fashioned writing implement? Most everything on the station could be handled through a computer or padd. And even a standard ink stylus would work more reliably than a fussy fountain pen. They never leaked and stained your uniform, for one.

"A tailor is always prepared for anything," Garak said with a smirk, unknowingly echoing Miles' earlier thought.

Miles shook his head but he was still smiling as he turned away to start covering Julian's chair.

They were both accustomed to working with brisk efficiency so it didn't take as long as either expected to work their way around the room in opposite directions, covering everything in a kaleidoscope of neon paper. Still, it would have bordered on tedious if Miles hadn't broken the silence with a few stories of past pranks. Garak warmed up to the subject as he came to find the other man could be delightfully inventive in his mischief. The prank they were currently engaged in, while diverting, was not particularly impressive by Garak's estimation. The chief agreed.

"This is a pretty amateur effort, if I'm honest," Miles said over his shoulder as he lined the doorway to Julian's bedroom with bright blue squares. "But it was all spur of the moment. I didn't have the time to plan anything more elaborate before tomorrow. Besides, Keiko would have words for me if she came home to find i blew a bunch of latinum to play a joke on Julian. This only cost me replicator credits."

Garak could understand the pressure of a deadline, and a budget. Sometimes an uncomplicated plan was best when one was in a pinch.

"I think the doctor will be amused, regardless of the simplicity," he offered as reassurance to Miles. "And if he happens to return exhausted from his travels, it will be a kindness for him that it's not something a great deal more involved."

Garak was thinking of one of the stories Miles had just shared about locking a particularly annoying Enterprise crewmate in the holodeck for several hours to play out an especially embarrassing scenario.

Miles for his part was thinking how interesting it was for Garak to be so considerate of Julian's comfort like that. The doctor was known for his abundance (some might say excess) of energy; all bounce-and-go. He wasn't exactly the type you'd ever think of as being in need of a nap. Fretting that someone would have a proper chance to rest after a long trip... that spoke of a certain level of caring, in his experience. What level exactly Miles wasn't ready to hazard a guess at. He couldn't read the Cardassian in the best of times, let alone when they were both at work with their backs to each other.

Huh. Willingly turning his back on a Cardassian, a known operative of the Obsidian Order, alone and in close quarters with no witnesses. Miles could honestly say he didn't trust the man. If Quark had a pool going, O'Brien would lay a bet that Garak had at least 2 weapons hidden on his person at any time. But he somehow knew Garak's deceit did not extend to doing violence in this sort of innocuous situation.

Their final task was to cover the shelving along one wall, full of Bashir's books and belongings. They worked their way up from the floor, with some discussion as to how to wrap oddly-shaped knick-knacks, until they reached the top shelf. And its lumpy, rather disreputable looking occupant.

O'Brien eyed it dubiously.

"I don't think Julian will thank us for messing with Kukalaka. The adhesive on these things is pretty weak but still... that bear is half dust, held together by nostalgia and stubbornness. I don't want to try sticking anything to that threadbare fur."

Garak regarded the teddy bear, largely ignored on his previous visit (intrusion) in the doctor's quarters. The chief was obviously well familiar with the toy and what it meant to Julian. Miles didn't offer further information but Garak could read between the lines and tell it important. Very important indeed. Sudden inspiration suppressed the burning curiosity he knew wouldn't be satisfied in the moment anyway.

"I think we can include... Kukalaka, is it? in on the fun without harming him," Garak smiled at the chief.

While O'Brien finished the rest of the shelf, Garak grabbed a cube of notes and began layering them until he had a large multi-colored sheet. Very carefully (the chief was right, the adhesive barely stuck to anything) he began to fold his creation. Spare minutes later Kukalaka was the proud possessor of a very dapper, day-glo hat. All sticky edges safely folded and tucked away.

"Huh, I didn't know you could do origami." O'Brien remarked as he took in Garak's handiwork.

"I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the term."

"Oh, its an art form from Earth's Japanese culture. Folding paper to create shapes, usually animals and flowers and the like."

"And hats?"

"And hats." Miles chuckled. "I'm not too bad at it myself. Keiko taught me, thinking with all the fiddly engineering work I do my fingers would be good at it. She was right, like she usually is."

"I would imagine several society with advanced paper industries have developed similar arts," Garak said, always interesting in cross-comparing cultures. "I'll have to ask Mrs. O'Brien to tell me more about this origami sometime."

"You should," Miles' smile was... actually genuinely friendly. It was not a sight Garak was used to seeing. "She'd enjoy talking to you about it."

They both looked around for a long moment, feeling satisfaction at the visible results of their efforts. Nearly every surface was decked in bright colors. They didn't have enough supplies to completely cover the walls so they settled for framing the doorways and viewport, and covering all the wall art. An armchair was a violent neon purple, the low table before it a yellow that hurt Garak's eyes to look at directly. The replicator in the wall was ringed in concentric stripes and Julian's desk was covered in no less than 5 different eye-searing shades.

"I wish I could see his face when he walks in," Miles chortled, almost boyish in his glee.

"I can send you the feed from my hidden surveillance devices," Garak offered with a straight face and level tone.

Any other day that line, delivered with that sort of aplomb, would have left O'Brien with a suspicious, questioning glare. Such a thing was by no means beyond Garak's capabilities or outside his morals, they both knew that. But, despite himself, the unique experience of spending this time with the chief did not lend itself to Garal projecting his usual aura of danger cloaked in affability. The engineer looked him over and he could practically see Garak radiating with a energy of what he could only describe of as.... fun.

So Miles didn't bother to take the joke seriously. Even if it was true and Garak did have illegal surveillance equipment set up, the chief would never actually get confirmation or proof of it so it didn't bear worrying about right now. If, later, Miles decided it was a credible threat he would mention it to Julian.

"C'mon," Miles said, almost going as far as giving the man a good-natured slap on the back but definitely smart enough not to push his luck. "I'll buy us a round at Quark's in the name of a job well done."

"I don't think we've ever had a drink together, Chief," Garak couldn't help but point out, because it was in his nature to stir the pot, to provoke a reaction just to see what he would get.

Miles shrugged that off, knowing it was true enough. But the whole night had been unprecedented anyway, and he for one had worked up a thirst.

"You can relieve Quark of some of that overstock of kanar he's always complaining about taking up space in his store room. The more you drink, the less I have to listen to him whinge about it," the human said.

Garak accepted that, and the offer of a drink; oddly more comfortable for it to be a matter of selfishness on O'Brien's part rather than an honest gesture of kindness from an acquaintance. What sort of life left a man unable to trust motives that weren't entirely devious and self-serving? Miles shook the thought off as they headed for the Promenade and the bar. He was much too tired to go digging around in anyone's psyche right now, much less the enigma of a man beside him.

#yes this is silly but whatever #I just wanted them to be friends #their respective skillsets would make them super talented at hijinks #star trek deep space 9 #ds9 fic #star trek ds9 #miles o'brien #elim garak #deep space nine #ds9 #star trek fic

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Ratchet & Clank: Rift Apart trailer analysis

For those that haven’t heard yet, Insomniac Games has released a trailer for there new Ratchet & Clank game yesterday, called Ratchet & Clank: Rift Apart

I don’t think I need to say how excited I am for it but I’m going to anyway. IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS GAME ! For those that haven’t heard about it yet, here is a link to a video showing the trailer for the game as well as gameplay of it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VsnG-3-r6-Q

The game looked so amazing that I did na analysis of the trailer last night and thought Id post it on my Tumblr page for anyone to read. HUGES spoilers ahead. Also I apologize or the spacing as for some reason I can't separate the paragraphs any longer then they are now.

First is the trailer

First off we get a shot of the amazing animation of the game till Ratchet & Clank drop in, literally, but did they just come out of a dimensional rift ? This has to mean the Dimensionator has to be involved in this somehow. We then see another amazing example of the games design and graphics of what looks like planet Sargasso (which would be cool to go to again) till Clank brings up how they need to get to something, the Dimensionator maybe ?, till he is distracted by an Antropod/Terratrope followed by another rift releasing robots shooting at them and though I’ve seen the trailer already, I quickly got a Dr. Nefarious vibe from them.

Then something unexpected happens as Ratchet RIDES the bug and uses it to take down the robots ! Now I haven’t played Spyro in years but that charging attack reminds me a bit of the charge attack Spyro uses in the games, did anyone else think that? If that was on purpose then its nice to see that Insomniac Games still remembers there roots which gives me comfort with them making awesome Spider Man games in the future without worrying about them ignoring there Ratchet & Clank fans.

After some animal handling gameplay, Ratchet and Clank are thrown into a rift and we see a series of shattered pink/purple glass images of places only for them to quickly grind and slide though two planets, maybe existing ones at the night one kinda looks like Veldin while the city one could be Metropolis or Meridian City, with Clank saying the dimensions are weakening which again backs up the idea of the Dimesinator being involved. I do want to say that during the quick grind rail segment, the Grind Boots looked much better in design compared to there previous appearances, which were kinda lazy in my opinion. I hope this means they and the Gravity Boots will be different in appearance instead of in color. I should also say it shown that you can DOUBLE JUMP while grinding, which is a cool small change for the iconic mechanic.

We then see Ratchet ride another animal, this time with wings, on planet Torren IV which though I’m not 100% sure I think I saw a Hoverboot boost pad. Could the Hoverboots be in the game ? Before I continue I want to say the idea of Ratchet riding and controlling animals is a really awesome idea, not only would this be an interesting twist to combat in the game but it would also be another interesting way to travel throughout the levels, which Id be ok with doing IF the Hoverboots aren’t in Rift Apart.

Either way this ends quickly as Ratchet & Clank hop to another planet, a new one according to them but again teleport to planet Ardolis where Ratchet fights robot pirates (AWESOME) who are dealing with a creature. I wonder if Captain Slag and Rusty Pete will be in the game ? During a fight we see Ratchet uses a new weapons, specifically a new BLASTER like weapon that has a rapid-fire feature, which I am thankful for cause I couldn’t take another game with the Combuster.

The fight quickly ends as the explosive barrel explodes and Clank gets thrown through a dimensional rift and is separated from Ratchet, NO ! but also AWESOME cause it gives a A Crack In Time like vibe. The hype is then taken up a notch where its revealed that Clank is on a planet run by none other then DR. NEFARIOUS, Clank saying they are to late, meaning those robots at the beginning WERE his and he is somehow causing all of this, maybe.

Speaking of which Im not sure how I feel about Dr. Nefarious being the main antagonist of ANOTHER game. Don't get me wrong he's still an awesome character but it would also be nice to face a new villain for a change, plus it makes me nervous that this could mean Nefarious could be defeated once and for all which could ruin a big part of the story of the R&C trilogy finale I made some time ago.

HOWEVER I think we can all agree that the biggest thing about this trailer is that while Clank is calling for Ratchet a blue and gray/white colored female Lombax with a robotic arm appears wondering who Clank is talking about, which again gives off A Crack In Time like vibes and…..she’s carrying a hammer ? A bit odd since Lombaxes are affiliated with wrenches but its still an amazing idea. Then we get the name of the game which though I hate to say, the text makes it looks a bit bad as its looks poorly rendered especially at the "and" section and what’s that thing between the words Rift and Apart ? Is that a dimensional rift ?

Other then that the trailer is amazing.

Now for the gameplay

So Marcus Smith does confirm some things about Rift Apart like how this will be a full length game and how those things teleporting Ratchet & Clank were dimensional rifts that will allow them to teleport form planet to planet which though cool its goanna be a bit sad not being able to use Aphelion in the game, I wish she could have more speaking roles in games as she IS one of the last few things from the Lombaxes.

He also says that the new graphic allows them to put something called ray trace reflections on Clank, which along with some other people I’ve seen, I agree makes him look really odd. Hopefully before the game comes out they fix this by toning it down and maybe add a bit of white in there like his older appearances. He then says that the planets are denser with new creatures and that Ratchet has a new arsenal, which sounds perfect to me. He then states that R&C is close to the company’s hearts and can’t wait to show more of it, which again gives comfort.

We get to the gameplay and immediately were introduced to a new mechanic where Ratchet uses a gadget called the Rift Tether to go through a yellow rift similar to that scene in Avenger: Infinity Wars where (spoilers) Thanos uses the stones to pull Dr. Strange closer to him, pulling the area around him towards him in the process. We then see Ratchet fight a Thug for Less enemy, which is cool but not surprising since there were many signs that this game would make references to there other games and this is confirmed seconds later where we see Ratchet fight some Sandsharks. We also get to see several new species of aliens here.

During the Sandshark section we do see a NEW comet strike as unlike in previous games the Omniwrench is thrown diagonally and it looks like it returns to your hand faster. I feel like this change was done for the new female Lombax as I feel like she can do the same thing but since her melee weapon is a a hammer, it wouldn’t really work (or make since) if thrown horizontally, and it would be confusing to have two character with two different ways of throwing there melee weapon. Though I’m not that big a fan of changes I don’t really mind it, heck maybe its a one time thing.

After some more chaos like a giant tentacle creature coming out of the portal, similar to the one in the trailer, and what looks like an Ultra-Mech Unlimited crashing through a walkway Ratchet and Clank were in we get some interesting content in the next cut. One is Ratchet saying something about “break reality” again telling reality is coming apart because of theses rifts, quickly followed by Clank saying Dr. Nefarious has come out of hiding after years of hiding to take over the universe again which means that this IS a post Into The Nexus game, as I’ve seen some people debate about if it is or not.

We get another new game mechanic during the fight with some thugs. It seems that Ratchet can now jump to his left or right in order to avoid incoming damage by using a thruster on his boots, could this mean the Hoverboots are really in the game but are damaged ? It would be cool if during the game Ratchet & Clank or Ratchet goes to Azimuths house on Torren IV to find something about the Dimensionator but also find a part needed to fix his hoverboots thus letting Ratchet use them to get around, especially if the part of the trailer of Ratchet and Clank getting separated IS true.

Were also introduced to new weapons here. One is called a Shatterbomb, the bomb glove weapon, The Enforcer a shotgun like weapon and the Burst Pistol which is the blaster shown in the trailer and would explain its rapid fire ability. The most interesting weapon shown so far is the Topiary Sprinkler, a weapon that when thrown forms into a sprinkler that can project plants around it and shoots out a stream of water that can stop enemies in there place, plus I bet the plants around it is a form of defense system to protect the sprinkler for a time.

The gameplay ends with Ratchet destroying some Robomutts and going though a hallway where a statue of Dr. Nefarious or a mech in his image can be seen but also there is a moment where a purple energy ways rushes through the surrounding areas, just like in another R&C game but that’s for another post, no spoilers now.

Wow that was a lot to write but that’s because there was SO MUCH going on in theses trailers and I’m pretty sure I missed some things. I’m already working on a theory on what’s going to happen in this game, which will most likely come out during the weekend so stay tuned for that.

What were your thoughts on the trailers ? What was your favorite moment in them, and did you noticed anything in them I didn’t talked about ?

#Ratchet & Clank #ratchet and clank #Ratchet & Clank: Rift Apart #Dr. Nefarious #insomniac games #playstation #PS5 #playstation 5 #video games

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mobius-prime · 5 years ago

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166. Sonic the Hedgehog #98

Sonic Adventure 2

Writer: Karl Bollers Pencils: Patrick "Spaz" Spaziante Colors: Patrick Spaziante and Nelson Ribeiro

Welcome to Sonic Adventure 2, everyone! Now, you would be excused for thinking that the comic would want to handle such a highly anticipated and ultimately successful game in the same manner as it did the first one, but you would be wrong! I'm going to spoil it for you right now - we only get part of the story in the comics. This one issue used to cover the entirety of the game, and as we'll see this presents some serious problems. But let's dive in, I'll save my rants for after we go over everything.

So our story doesn't actually begin where the previous issue left off. Instead, it begins three months ago, right on the tail end of the previous Sonic Adventure, in fact. The comics never really did address exactly what happened to Eggman in between being chased out of Station Square by Silver Sonic, and returning to Robotropolis. Well, as it turns out, he ended up being chased, somehow, all the way to one Prison Island, where Silver Sonic cornered him and blasted the ground out from under him, causing him to fall down a dark hole. Satisfied that it had killed him, Silver Sonic returned to Station Square to resume its defensive protocol there, but in actuality he had fallen into a secret lab with something very interesting hidden inside…

Now fast forward to a mere week ago. In the dead of night within Station Square, a mysterious figure broke into a top-security vault to steal the city's last remaining Chaos Emerald. Silver Sonic tried to prevent the theft, but…

News of the theft soon reached the desk of the city's president, who mistook the figure as the hero who had defended Station Square from Chaos mere months ago, because apparently in every Sonic canon, no one can ever tell Sonic and Shadow apart, not even Sonic's best goddamn friends. Seriously, at least in the anime it's explained as being a deliberate set-up by GUN to cover their own asses regarding the Project Shadow disaster years ago. I know I've joked before about Sonic being an extremely average-looking Mobian hedgehog which is why he's so easily mistaken for other people, but seriously, Shadow and Sonic's profiles and quill style don't even look alike, let alone their fur color.

That is a very bizarre-looking Rouge. For whatever reason, they decided to draw her a lot in this era with like… claw hands, and I don't even understand where they got that from. In the game itself one of her upgrades is called "Pick Nails" and I guess you could extrapolate that to mean razor-sharp nails under her gloves that don't show up on her low-poly 3D model or something, but all her 2D art depicts her with normal-looking rounded fingertips, so I don't even know. Anyway, the comic goes on about how the president put together an elite task force to track Sonic down and arrest him for his supposed crimes, and now they've finally found him just outside Knothole. Man, if some randos from Station Square could find where Knothole was, how the hell has Eggman not figured it out yet? They pull out actual, deadly rifles and start firing wildly at him, and he dances around cheekily, stealing their guns and taunting them. This ends when they shoot an electrified net onto him, and soon he's handcuffed in the back of their helicopter, being taken to the hidden city. Of course, we know how this goes from here - he breaks free inside the 'copter and bursts out its side, peeling off a strip of metal to use as his makeshift skateboard, because even though this isn't the 90s anymore, it's still the 90s.

We're then treated to a short montage of Spaz's interpretation of City Escape - landing on the streets, surfing down sloped roads, soaping on walkway rails and leaping over any obstacles in his way. Honestly, the action is a bit hard to follow - Spaz is certainly a talented artist in many respects, but I think his decision here to move on from his somewhat simpler designs from before hurts rather than helps, as the action and lines become so chaotic that you have to really concentrate to follow what's going on. There's just a bit too much happening, so that your eyes are drawn all over the place without really focusing on a specific focal point of each image. But anyway, we all know how City Escape ends - with the iconic GUN truck chase!

And that's… it! No, seriously, that's all we get for the actual story of SA2. The final text box invites us to play the game itself to see how it all ends, but there's a number of problems with that, the foremost being that the game takes place in an entirely different canon. We've got completely different circumstances that led up to these events. We've got characters missing - Tails still hasn't been returned to Knothole yet, Knuckles is off somewhere else struggling with his newfound powers, and humans aren't even the dominant species on the planet like they are in the game. This would leave any comic fan with a bitter taste in their mouth, as there's no actual resolution provided and no explanation for how the story will play out with so many of the original players out of commission. Many issues from now, Ian Flynn actually addressed this exact problem and gave a condensed version of events to explain exactly what we're missing, so at least we have that to look forward to in the future. There is one more story after this, and I have additional problems with that one, but let's cover the rest of the issue before I give my final opinions.

As the Shadow Awakes!

Writer: Ken Penders Pencils: Ron Lim Colors: Frank Gagliardo

So this story actually jumps us back fifty years to see Shadow's beginnings. Professor Gerald, Eggman's grandfather on his mother's side, has been working for a long time on his latest project, which he hopes will see the end of disease and untimely death and even be able to cure his granddaughter Maria's unspecified terminal illness. This project is, of course, Shadow the Hedgehog, who, as an excited and astonished Gerald watches, begins to move inside his pod. The inexplicably-brunette Maria suddenly calls him at his lab, telling him that she can see a military spaceship flying toward the ARK, their space station, and Gerald, in a panic, orders her to come to him. He knows that the military is here to take possession of his project, and believing them to be too simple-minded to understand his intentions for the project, wants to evacuate immediately. He's immediately proven right, as the military men who board the station scoff at the idea that an "old scientist and his crippled granddaughter" could pose any trouble to them as they intend to take the professor's project by force. Gerald sends Maria and Shadow, the latter now out of his pod, to evacuate in an escape pod, but of course, we know how this ends…

I think this is the only Sonic media I can think of that actually directly shows Maria dying. In both the game and the anime, the shot happens offscreen, and Shadow is ejected before Maria actually takes her last breath. I do have a problem with how the scene is portrayed here, however, as a big conflict that Shadow goes through during SA2 is his vast misinterpretation of her last request to him, whereas here she seems to just die immediately without saying another word. The military takes Gerald into custody, and shortly thereafter recovers Shadow from the escape pod, taking them both to Prison Island where they force Gerald to continue his work under their supervision. Gerald, however, is devastated at Maria's death, and thus plans out his revenge in secret under the guise of continuing his work as demanded.

The military eventually caught on to his nefarious plans, and had Gerald executed and Shadow sealed away in suspended animation on Prison Island, where it remained undisturbed and forgotten for the next fifty years. Of course, this is what Eggman found on the island, and now he's poised to use his grandfather's own work to conquer the world. My biggest problem with this story, ultimately, is that it essentially acts as one huge spoiler for the game. Everyone now, almost twenty years on, probably knows the general gist of the story, but this comic was published when it was still very new, and this entire story basically spoils the biggest twist in the game right off the bat. Furthermore, in this story, Shadow literally wakes up, goes straight to the pod, watches Maria - who he knows nothing about - die, and then gets sealed away in his stasis pod for fifty years. There's literally no time for him to even develop a personality, let alone a relationship with Maria, which is the single most important thing in his backstory. I believe this was later retconned, but this is still a huge thing to overlook in an adaption of this game.

But anyway, yeah, that's it. That's all we get for the time being. A few brief glimpses of Shadow, and one whole cameo from Rouge. It will be a while yet before Shadow gets to make his reappearance, since like in the game, at the end of their adventure he falls from space and is subsequently believed to be dead. Honestly, the entire thing kind of gives off the impression that they felt like they had to make some kind of comic tie-in to the game, but didn't feel like interrupting what they already had going with the whole "Sonic goes to high school" thing, which is clearly far more interesting of a story. So they basically went "yeah, something like this happened, but now let's just get back to the real story." It's honestly very weird, so weird that, again, they needed a later fix-it issue to explain everything, but for now, we'll just have to move on.

#nala reads archie sonic preboot #archie sonic #archie sonic preboot #sonic the hedgehog #sth 98 #writer: karl bollers #writer: ken penders #pencils: pat spaziante #pencils: ron lim #colors: pat spaziante #colors: nelson ribeiro #colors: frank gagliardo

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rebuiltbionicle · 5 years ago

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Zakaz

An island in the north of the central dome, in a region that’s almost a dome itself. Zakaz is a tragic island now synonymous with violence, despite once being the crown jewel of the central dome. Once a lush and fertile land populated by benevolent people loyal to the Great Spirit, now a desolate series of forts and trenches that can’t see a single hour without death.

Zakaz’s foundations were laid by the Great Beings like all other islands, and constructed by the Matoran. Zakaz had an important role among all the others: underneath it a massive pipeline of energy funneled from Karda Nui to Metru Nui, inaccessable across the rest of its flow up but necessarily coming near the surface where Zakaz was built. The Great Beings had difficultly deciding how to protect it. Firstly they constructed an island, thinking of layering as much rock as possible atop of it. Others commented this would encourage mining and that the region should have been left sea, so they added a lake in the centre. The rest of the island was toned down into a tropical paradise to discourage mining that would destroy the natural beauty. Some Great Beings suggested the GSR needed to be redesigned if the maintenance machines could destroy their own universe so easily, but the project was pressed for time.

No Matoran were allowed to inhabit Zakaz in case they decided to mine. It was left as an uninhabited island as Mata Nui launched. The Makuta populated it with a striking array of Rahi, including the great Tahtorak, to help dissuade colonists. This didn’t work. As a few colonies began being set up across Zakaz’s coastline, Mata Nui created the Skakdi to quickly populate the island, and sent messages via Ko-Metru ordaining Zakaz as the exclusive abode of the Skakdi. The Skakdi, by Mata Nui’s design, were a tranquil and nature loving people. They traded with neighbouring lands to build their modest cities, so they never mined for resources. Their exports were largely produce from the flora of Zakaz, and culture was a vibrant Skakdi society.

In the waters around Zakaz, Mata Nui created another species: the Pagaka. These were an exclusively aquatic people, and ordained to be one of Mata Nui’s prime peoples. Unlike the Skakdi, the Pagaka rapidly spread out across the Matoran Universe, intent on being Mata Nui’s people of the seas. The largest Pagaka settlement remained their original city off the coast of Zakaz. They interacted frequently with the Skakdi, despite the barrier of what they breathed, and two settlements seemed inseparable.

When Mata Nui ordained six kings from the prime species would rule the universe, the Mayor of the Pagaka of Zakaz stepped up to start reunifying Pagaka settlements as a great federation. This didn’t last long. A former Hand of Artakha named Ehlek, who had turned to crime with the organisation’s disbanding, came to the undersea city with a mob of loyal thugs. He seized control and declared himself King of the Pagaka. From there he trained his people as soldiers for the conquest of the universe. Under the League of Six Kingdoms, Zakaz was Ehlek’s capital. It remained prosperous, though there was less contact between the Pagaka and Skakdi as Ehlek pressed his people into military service.

When the League fell, Zakaz was spared the ravages of the lesser barraki’s squabbles. It was peaceful before the League, during the League, and after the League. After the far of Matoran Civil War, the Brotherhood of Makuta assigned its members as supervisors of the universe. Zakaz was assigned to Makuta Spiriah, given what was considered an easy assignment. Spiriah mostly used the island as a holiday residence away from the other Makuta.

Zakaz’s nature would soon change irreparably as its people were placed under unethical experiments. The Brotherhood of Makuta, seeking to expand its armys; and the Order of Mata Nui, seeking an anti-Makuta failsafe, concurrently (without each other’s awareness) began experiments on the people of Zakaz. Makuta Spiriah released several viruses into Skakdi food supply to gradually mutate them according to his design. He intended to amplify their strength, grant them new powers, and remove that pesky empathy that makes people poor soldiers. Under the water, Order agents enforced a travel ban on the Pagaka city (on the basis of disease outbreak) and began manually modifying the Pagaka into razor clawed assassins.

As Spiriah return to Destral awaiting the viruses to take their effect, the Skakdi mutated in almost precisely the ways Spiriah had intended. Unfortunately, they developed an embedded anger which when coupled with their new lack of empathy quickly caused the downfall of their civilisation. Riots engulfed the island, and eventually warring sects began to coalesce in an endless civil war. Under the sea, the Pagaka managed to retain their composure despite their mutations and indignity at their treatment. The Order whisked a few they believed they could trust away to be assassins but left the rest there. The Pagaka never knew who mutated them.

The Brotherhood was not so fortunate. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together and figure out it was Spiriah who had modified the Skakdi. To save public face, the Brotherhood accused Spiriah of being a rogue and put out an order for his arrest. Spiriah had to go into hiding, knowing that despite operating under orders, Teridax would severely punish him for making his actions so obviously traced back to him. The region was reassigned to Makuta Krika, who imposed a ban on travel to the island. He did very little to enforce the ban but publicise the conditions on Zakaz, which effectively prevented anyone from trying to land there. The Vortixx were not so dissuaded and saw an opportunity for arms dealing.

The Skakdi did not remain limited to the island. Many left the endless civil war to spread discord in the universe beyond, becoming thieves, pirates, and bandits. Skakdi criminals outside of Zakaz were called “Piraka” which was just the Skakdi word for pirate. They became quite infamous, and were employed by multiple nefarious organisations such as the Dark Hunters and various other aspiring conquerors.

It seemed no intervention could end the wars between the Skakdi, and they had discovered a means to reproduce quicker than they were dying. The Brotherhood of Makuta considered launching the Visorak Horde against Zakaz after they moved on from Tace, but they firstly didn’t want to lose so many Visorak in what would have been a brutal battle and secondly feared what the Hordika venom might make of them.

The war was very suddenly put to an end by the Order of Mata Nui, when two of their agents attempted the unify the Skakdi against the Brotherhood of Makuta. Through the use of bribery, threats, and feigned peer pressure, the Order was able to foster a piece between the Skakdi, if only for the purpose of fighting other foes. They were the backbone of Order efforts against the Brotherhood, serving as an effective counter to the Rahkshi.

When Makuta seized control of the universe, the Skakdi fractured once again. Nektann, once the strongest of the warlords, betrayed the Order and declared allegiance to Makuta. His army served alongside the Rahkshi as enforcers, and Makuta rewarded his loyalty by placing him at the radically reformed Brotherhood of Makuta. The other Skakdi Warlords returned to Zakaz and fortified. Makuta realised the nature of Zakaz protecting the GSR’s “jugular vein” and left it well enough alone.

Ignorance towards Zakaz would serve Makuta no good, as one of the Skakdi sects began occult experiments with energised protodermis, and from their experiments was birthed a golden creature with psionic powers beyond anything that had ever graced the universe before. This being waited on Zakaz, slowly amassing power from its Skakdi subjects without Makuta’s knowledge. When it came time to evacuate the Matoran Universe, Zakaz was found already abandoned. The golden being knew ahead of time and teleported itself and its followers to safety. Zakaz would later be dismantled along with the rest of the Matoran Universe.

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Zakaz was a ring shaped island, originally dominated by a magnificent Bo-Wahi. Originally only a few species planted there by the Great Beings, the Makuta added to Zakaz’s landscape as a botanical sandbox until it held more variety than any other island. Rahi species were added too to regulate the plantlife. In the seas around Zakaz were great kelp forests and coral reefs; the beauty did not stop at the shore. The lake was home to many grasses and species of docile, edible fish. With the mutation of the Skakdi, the landscape rapidly changed. Battles ripped the landscape apart. Trees were torn down for the timber. Trenches dug to fortify positions. A once beautiful city burned to the ground, and stone fortresses were built and torn down constantly. The wreckage of the earth carried mud through the rivers and darkened the seas around Zakaz, killing much of the kelp forests and reefs surrounding it. Zakaz was reduced to wasteland, with only the hardiest of plants and Rahi surviving.

The primary inhabitants of the island were the Skakdi. As originally designed, they stood the size of a Turaga, with toothy smiles and spines growing down their backs. They had limited elemental power over plantlife. Their culture was much like the Bo and Le-Matoran; in touch with nature and laid back, enjoying life and culture. After their mutation, they grew to over the size of the Toa, and their spines were greatly exaggerated. Their peaceful nature was overidden by a pre-programmed hostility and lack of empathy. The Skakdi’s powers were greatly increased an added upon. Their strength was that of a Toa, and there elemental powers were likewise strengthened and broadened to all 18 standard elements as well as shadow. They could channel these elements through a tool, though to use them properly, they had to work together with another Skakdi. This was to force cooperation between them despite their lack of empathy. Each Skakdi had an additional power, wildly varying between individuals; and a vision power, ranging from infrared to laser beams.

The forceful change in the Skakdi personality rapidly destroyed their civilisation. Though initially mindless chaos, the Skakdi were still a social people and banded together in their warfare, forming several sects. The number of sects changed daily but averaged at seven. The largest and longest lasting were the Skakdi Nespa, led by the warlord Nektann. Nektann rose to prominence by making trade deals with Xia for fighting robots which allowed his sect to expand significantly. Despite the constant fighting, the Skakdi never warred themselves into extinction. This was another quirk that Spiriah left them with: instead of having to manually build more Skakdi, the species were given their own dedicated synthesisers based on Rahi synthesisers to build armies of them quickly. Though intended for the Brotherhood’s private use, the Skakdi sects took control of them for themselves.

The other species of Zakaz, living beneath the waters, was the Pagaka. Created by Mata Nui as one of his prime governing species and the only one of them to be an aquatic species. They were humanoids with reptilian faces like their Satorni cousins. They spread far and wide, and so split into many cultures. The city beneath Zakaz retained a high culture, a pride from their status as the Pagaka origin point and a former capital of the League of Six Kingdoms. After their modification by the Order of Mata Nui, the Zakaz Pagaka ended up with protosteel talons and increased senses and reflexes. The trauma of experimentation turned these Pagaka from sociable types and a centre of trade to an isolationist barracks.

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realityhelixcreates · 6 years ago

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Lasabrjotr Chapter 9: The Nine Realms: 101

Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: Mention of implied non-con, mention of implied past abuse, Mentions of colonialism Relationships: Loki x Reader (But not yet) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), OFC, Heimdall(Marvel), Brunnhilde/Valkyrie(Marvel) Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending, Reader was Once Part of a Board of Paranoid Conspriacy Theorists and has Never Denied Being One of Them, Reader Gets Things Twisted, Loki shows off, Loki is Jealous and Doesn’t Know Why, Time For a History Lesson, My Headcanons; Let Me Show You Them, Writer Loves Worldbuilding, Ode to the Worst World Mythology Book I’ve Ever Read Summary: Reader gets some disturbing ideas from a poorly written world mythology book, and also a joint history/astronomy lesson

Andsvarr would not let you leave the rooms that day, and he did not know when Loki would be back. You understood that the man was a prince and had a great deal of responsibility, but you didn’t know what to do with yourself while you waited.

Saldis had been by, to deliver a disappointingly small stack of English language books.

“They were with the donations.” She explained. “So there’s likely to be more at some time. Until then, this is all we’ve got.”

Four books, that was all. One on world mythology, another on Icelandic history. One astronomy textbook, and the last, a volume of the works of Shakespeare, containing his tragedies.

Well, if all you could do was wait, then it couldn’t hurt to learn a thing or two.

The ‘world mythology’ book was much more of a ‘Greek mythology with a few short entries from everywhere else’ book, but the small Norse section nevertheless contained some rather shocking concepts. You did not recognize the Loki portrayed here, nor the Thor. There were many other names listed, none of whom you had met. Where were the rest of them? Had they all died in the tragedy that brought all of Asgard here to Earth? Or were they just out doing their jobs, like Heimdall, and you simply hadn’t crossed paths yet?

Once you’d read through the tiny section, wondering where the heck this Odin fellow was, you had to turn back to the much larger Greek and Roman section. They probably weren’t the same gods with different names, as you had once surmised, but they were contemporary with the Norse figures, and might help you understand godhood and your relation to it a bit better.

A few hours of reading passed, and the results were not comforting. Either the author had a major bias, or the gods were just kind of terrible. Every story seemed littered with assault and murder, suffering, revenge, and sexual misconduct-to put it delicately! Why could the gods turn humans into other things, but not turn them back? Why was every story so sad? Why so many non-consensual relations? Was that just the nature of dealings between man and god? If so, did the royal brothers simply see everything that had already happened to you-and everything that might happen to you in the future-as completely acceptable and normal? Where were the lines drawn?

Back on the fens, Iron Man had accused Loki of kidnapping you across the sea like it was still the Viking age. Loki hadn’t refuted the claim; he hadn’t even reacted to it. The last time an Asgardian had set foot on this planet, that had been seen as a completely normal thing to do. A legitimate way to get oneself a wife. Or at least, a female slave that they could do whatever they wanted with.

Loki’s time on Earth had been very short. What if he wasn’t up to date yet? What if that was how he saw you? What if he came to expect certain things from you? What might he do if you didn’t provide?

What could you do? Pretty much nothing, that’s what. This was exactly why you didn’t want to be dependent on him, or any man really, for your living conditions. You’d already been with someone who had gotten you into just such a situation. Him, you had been able to walk away from, eventually, though it had left you with scars and baggage. You had no means of escape from Loki.

And he had suddenly gotten so very tactile. Almost the very instant he knew that you would be staying, that he had gotten that concession to let him ‘take care’ of you out of you. Had he taken that as consent? How far was he going to take it? What could you do to fight back? Could you?

You set the book aside, and gazed out the window at the budding city, trying to calm down. Surely you were jumping to too many conclusions. There was no evidence for any of this, except for every entry in that book, which unapologetically painted the gods as major league assholes.

It wormed its way nefariously into your brain. Thousands of years was a long time to do truly awful things, and become jaded about them. Or simply forget they had even happened! A long time to justify, to normalize. What might be hidden, coiled up in his past, waiting to spring out at you? You didn’t know the man!

The book openly described him as a god of evil. Of trickery and lies, of deception. It didn’t seem possible. Evil wasn’t a solid concept. Acts could be evil, deeds could be evil, but evil as a concept was nebulous. It couldn’t be embodied by one person. People could, and did frequently do both.

But what if you were wrong? While you considered yourself as well educated as you could get on your own, it wasn’t as if you had never been fooled before. And if he was basically the god of fooling people, really so cold-hearted and vicious, really just playing a little game with your life, how would you ever know?

You were stuck trusting him, while the only source of information you had said that was a thing you should absolutely never do. So which did you believe; your own brief experiences, or an author who might be biased or might be an actual expert on the subject?

Did it matter? Knowing what he might do to you did you no good if you had no way to escape it. Maybe you should just steel yourself to the idea that he might not be done taking from you.

You were wound tight as a wire by the time you heard him enter the rooms, and you prayed to whoever might be out there that he would just skip checking in on you.

There might be thousands of gods in the universe, but they were all deaf tonight. Loki opened the door without even knocking.

“It’s dinnertime.” Was all he said, clearly expecting you to simply come along. So that’s what you did.

*****

Brunnhilde was a goddess too; the book had said that all Valkyries were. Not goddesses of anything in particular, apparently, but divine nonetheless. You were the only one at the table who was…lesser. Even Heimdall had come in and joined you all for supper.

Why Loki insisted on having you there baffled you. That first night was obviously a formality, but there was no reason to keep bringing you along. You felt even more awkward and out of place tonight, and he still kept touching you!

But with a bunch of gods at the table, maybe you could get a few answers.

“Um, if you don’t mind me asking, where’s Freya?”

Thor hadn’t been expecting the question, but didn’t seem offended by it.

“She’s on Vanaheim, naturally.” He said, as if it were obvious. As if you knew what Vanaheim was. “Along with her brother, and her father. Among others. Right?”

He looked at Heimdall, who gazed at the ceiling for a long moment.

“Yes.” He said simply.

“Good. They are just elsewhere right now, why?”

“Well, I just wondered why they weren’t here with the rest of you.” You said. The book had said that Heimdall could see anything, anywhere. It looked like that part was true. Did that mean the rest of it was? “Or why you weren’t with the rest of them. Why you decided to relocate here instead of…Vanaheim, was it?”

“The Earth is among the largest of the ni-eight realms.” Thor explained. “There is room for us here. And to be perfectly honest, humankind is much better at adapting to the presence of strangers than any other people I know. It must have something to do with your unusually short lifespans. Or maybe the almost aggressively social nature of your species.”

“What are the eight realms?” you asked. Your book must have skipped over that part, in its brevity.

“I believe an astronomy lesson just got planned for tomorrow.” Loki said.

“History too.” Brunnhilde added. “How’d you like to be the first human in centuries to gain an education in Asgardian history?”

“Second.” Thor muttered very quietly.

Loki and Heimdall seemed to both find that one spot on the ceiling very interesting, while Brunnhilde attempted to stare more information out of Thor.

None of your business. You turned your attention to your serving of creamy yogurt stuff-skyr-and its delicious red berry topping. Why didn’t they have this stuff back home? It was amazing. You didn’t allow Loki to drag you away until you’d finished every bit.

*****

You ended up in the big library again, in another newish layered dress of green, black, and gold. They weren’t being very subtle about this. It wasn’t that they were bad colors, it was just that they were so very specific.

The prince and the Valkyrie had taken over an entire table, piled it high with books and illustrations. Loki waved you over excitedly.

“We’ve devised a joint lesson that you should find very enlightening. Come, sit. You will like this.”

He pulled your chair out for you, a noble gesture that was mostly lost on you. He took his own seat beside you.

“Let me start with the local galactic supercluster.” Loki said.

“The what now?”

“Yggdrasil.”

“The what now?”

He gestured grandly at the center of the table, from which a billowing figure began to grow and branch. Bright lights blossomed in places, glittering sparks shimmered across limbs of darkness. A masterpiece of tiny details, almost incomprehensible outside of context. It was incredibly beautiful.

“Is this…is it space?” You hazarded a guess. You hadn’t gotten very far in your astronomy book, but he had called it a ‘galactic supercluster’ which sounded rather self-explanatory.

“Oh yes. This is Yggdrasil. The Tree of Worlds, the Guardian of Wisdom. Is it not glorious?”

Another gesture, and the image began to slowly rotate.

“It’s very beautiful.” The way he was looking at you was so expectant. Was he showing off? “This is full of galaxies then? All these lights?”

“The lights are individual stars. But the glow you see is the combined light of tens of thousands of galaxies. Asgard once held influence over great swathes of this area, and our name was known and respected all throughout.”

You stared. This one image represented an area bigger than you could possibly comprehend.

“How?” You asked. It didn’t seem like there were enough Asgardians to even leave a single representative in every galaxy therein. How could the influence of one species reach so far?

“Same way everyone else does.” Brunnhilde said. “We’re really good at stabbing things.”

“There were a number of factors.” Loki said dryly. “Our great lifespans, prior connections made with other races, expansive colonies, the high number of Aesir born to us, and of course, the Bifrost. Other races had those other things to some degree or another, but no one else had a Bifrost.”

“That’s the beam of light that brought me here, isn’t it?” You asked. “That’s the thing that brought Thor, uh, the king back and forth between Asgard and Earth, right?”

“The one that brought you here is but the palest reflection of what we once had.” Loki said. “But give it time, and we will rebuild it to be as great as it once was, perhaps even better. I’m not sure you will live that long though. Maybe, if we are lucky, I can show you another planet someday.”

It was a good thing you were sitting down. The very thought of being on another world was both terrifying and elating.

“W-where would you take me?” You asked. What worlds were out there?

“Probably here.” The image zoomed in and in, past galaxies, stars, and nebulae, to focus on a very green and cloudy planet with one large moon. “This is Vanaheim. It isn’t dissimilar to what your own planet used to be a few thousand years ago. Here is Midgard, for comparison.”

The familiar globe of the Earth popped up next to Vanaheim, and your eyes widened at the difference in size. You were vaguely aware the Earth was the largest terrestrial planet in your solar system, but you hadn’t realized how big that really meant. The little image loomed over Vanaheim, nearly twice as big, and with much larger oceans.

“The differences look great, but Vanaheim is very similar to Midgard in composition, atmosphere, and ecology. Look.” Again, the image zoomed in, blowing through thick clouds, dropping down among tall forests that looked like conifers, though you knew they could not be.

At ground level, there was a small clearing from which a village sprouted. People moved here and there, looking just like regular people that you might see every day.

“These are the Vanir.” Brunnhilde said, taking hold of the conversation again. “Let me start a bit earlier in our history. Asgard became a space-faring civilization very early on, and we expanded into the star system that would become ours quickly. We conquered Nornheim, the only terrestrial planet in the system.” She gestured to Loki, who brought up an image of a large, dry, stony world, nearly as large as Earth, but without any blue or green, nothing but rock.

“This was back in Buri’s day, mind, and the Bifrost had just been built. Invading the planet was a test of its power. Turned out there actually was a race of people who lived there. They were rocks, just like everything else on the planet, but they really, really didn’t like us being there. And just like that, we were at war. We took the planet, but the rock trolls wouldn’t surrender. So we experimented with the Bifrost once more, using it to remove the trolls from Nornheim, and sending them to the next planet we found. That turned out to be Vanaheim.”

“Good lord.” You said, appalled. “Why do all that in the first place?”

“Why do humans go to war?” Brunnhilde asked. “Not the fake reasons. Not religious or ethnic reasons, but the real, underlying reasons your ancestors always went to war?”

You thought for a moment, stripping away all the excuses, ideological differences, racial fears, age-old prejudices. What made the first man pick up a stone and smash the guy next to him?

“Resources.” You said. “Either need or greed, it’s all about what you can take from them.”

“You got it!” Brunnhilde said. “Buri was trying to build the foundations of Asgard and he needed as many mineral resources as he could get. And there was a whole planet of rocks, guarded only by rocks. So he took it.”

“Why not settle there?”

“Because it was just rocks! There was no water there, except in trace amounts in the atmosphere, and inside the rocks. No plants, no life other than the rock trolls. And Buri was obsessed with building an eternal realm for his people, from scratch. Before that, the pre-Asgardian people lived on fleets of ships, but most information from before they arrived in the Nornheim system and took over has been lost. No one knows where our ancestors first came from, and after Asgard was built, it was no longer considered important.

We mined Nornheim from then until very recently, and there was still plenty more left. It’s lost to us now. Perhaps new life will arise there again, who knows?

In any case, after the base of Asgard was built, we began looking outward again. The Bifrost allowed us to discover more worlds, and to rediscover Vanaheim. By that time, we’d actually forgotten about the whole banishing an entire species to a completely different realm thing, but the Vanir sure hadn’t!”

Nornheim disappeared, Earth disappeared, the wall of illusions focused back on Vanaheim and the Vanir.

“When we arrived, we hoped to take trees and topsoil back with us. But it turns out the Vanir had heard of us, from the mouths of a new enemy who had appeared suddenly to make war on them generations ago. And just like that, we were at war again.

The Vanir have always preferred to put down roots and stay where they are. We could have just left, and they would not have followed. But this was the reign of Borr, and Borr liked to conquer.”

You shuddered. It was a little disappointing to discover that the magical space gods ancestors had been just as bad as yours, and on a much larger scale.

“We lost.” Brunnhilde said.

“We didn’t win.” Loki corrected. “There’s a difference.”

The Valkyrie shrugged. “To Borr, a draw was as bad as a loss, because it was not a win.”

“Yes, he was rather rigid and uncomplicated like that.” Loki grumbled, as if embarrassed.

“This was your ancestor?” You asked.

“This was my grandfather.” He admitted.

“That recent?”

“It would not seem recent to you. And I never met the man. He died in war, long before any of us were born. A fitting end, I suppose.”

“It’s how he would have wanted to go, if he had ever expected to die.” Brunnhilde resumed. “The war ran long and fierce; neither the Vanir or Asgardians were very numerous at the time, but both were ferocious combatants. The Vanir are blessed with many of the strengths that our people once thought belonged only to them; long life, great strength, resilience, and so forth. And, to our great surprise, they had Aesir among them.”

“Those are gods, right?” The book had given that name to the gods, but hadn’t mentioned them belonging to different species.

“You would call them that, yeah. This was the first time we encountered them outside our own people, and it really threw us. Neither side could prove superior, so we had to try for peace instead.”

“Something Borr never tried again.” Loki interjected.

“Vanir custom demanded a trade of political hostages to ensure peace. From us, they gained Vili and Ve, Borr’s youngest sons. From them, we gained Njord and his children, Freya and Freyr.”

“So, they’re Vanir? Well no wonder they are on Vanaheim!”

“They come and go at their whims, now that we are allies” Loki said. “It’s better that they were there. Freya has a terrible temper, and while I would have personally loved to watch her punch Thanos in the face, I would not have liked to see her killed. I’ve never had anything against the twins.”

With a gesture, the trees and village swirled and coalesced into three incredibly beautiful individuals. A man who appeared to be closing in on middle age, decorated with seashells, his black hair attractively wind-blown. A gorgeous, voluptuous woman with a sword in her graceful hand, and a conspicuous golden necklace at her slender, tan throat. An extremely inviting young man with sparkling black eyes and a gentle smile, flowers in his tidy hair.

You reached out for him, without even realizing you were doing it. Your fingers passed right through, and Loki caught them on the other side, as the image dissipated around your hand.

“It’s just an illusion.” He said. “He’s not really here. A creature of base urges, are we?” He seemed annoyed.

Loki is skilled in the artifice of illusion, and he uses this to embellish his lies. So the book had said.

“Well, you made the illusion!” You said defensively.

“Oh, were you reaching for me?”

“No! I was just…” What had you been doing? You had just needed to try to touch the image of Freyr for some reason.

“Can it, your highness.” Brunnhilde interrupted, receiving a furious glare in return. “You know she couldn’t help it.”

“Is a simple image really so potent?”

“You’re Aesir, he doesn’t affect you in the same way. She’s mortal, and came from a land of grain. She was a baker, for the Norn’s sake! Of course even an image would affect her!”

“Why, please?” You asked above their rising voices. “I didn’t actually mean to do that. What happened?”

“Freyr is a fertility god.” Loki said dismissively. Oh yes, he was definitely annoyed. “He governs the cycle of crops, prosperity of all kinds, fruitfulness, and so on, and so forth. He and his retinue are associated with the baking of bread and animal slaughter; both as symbols of plenty, and as sacred offerings. You lived and worked in his domain, whether you knew it or not.”

His tone clearly indicated that he considered you weak for acting as you had, but his words sparked a pulse of pride. You had been doing, if not THE Lord’s work, then A Lord’s work.

“Oh, don’t look so smug. Fertility and prosperity gods are ridiculously common. They make up a huge percentage of Aesir across the universe. Coming under the influence of one or more is practically inevitable for mortal species.”

“You know, you asked me if I was ashamed of the work I did, or of ‘what I am’ was how you put it. And I’m not. My society really feels the need to consider poor people as less than dirt, and they take all the value away from low-paying jobs, but the thing is, those jobs are actually really important. All those jobs they say are for losers and failures are jobs that provide services that they desperately want. That they need even. Without those jobs and those workers, civilization would fall apart. What are you going to do without grocery stores? Or gas stations? Or sanitation workers? Or bakers?

The bad treatment did get to me. It gets to all of us who are in that situation, because we can see how wrong it is. But now I find out there’s a god somewhere in the universe who thinks bread is good and worth something, and surrounds himself with people like me. Why shouldn’t I be proud of that?”

“Oh, he’d like you.” Brunnhilde said.

Loki released your hand and crossed his arms. The illusion dropped away entirely.

“Anyway,” Brunnhilde continued as if nothing had happened. “We considered it safe to retreat back to Asgard at that point, and couldn’t do much invading for a while after that. But we did continue locating other planets across Yggdrasil. Some were empty, and we sent small groups to colonize them. Others were inhabited, but friendly. Borr conquered these through treaties and trade. But eventually, our army built back up. And then we located Svartalfheim. But before we go into that, would you like to take a break, to think about what you’ve already learned? It must be getting close to lunch time.”

“Yeah, actually.” You said, grateful for a small reprieve. Time to reflect on the information and ask questions without derailing the whole lesson would be welcome. So would the food. You wondered if you would ever stop feeling so hungry.

The three of you left the table as it was; according to Loki, no one would bother it for the rest of the day. You found yourself back in the side room off the banquet hall, enthusiastically tucking into a tasty lunch. At least the food was better than your budget usually allowed.

“So can you tell me more about the Aesir?” You asked.

Thor entered the room with a plate full of food.

“Specifically, why are there so many fertility gods?”

Thor immediately turned around and left.

“Coward!” Brunnhilde called after him. Loki snickered.

“Okay, what was that all about?” You asked. It was weird watching the mighty Thor retreat from a conversation.

“Oh, he’s just shy.” Brunnhilde said. “You know he’s a sky god, right? Lightning and thunder, storms?”

You nodded.

“And guess what else?”

“What, really? But I’m not drawn to touch him.”

“Eh, well, it’s kind of secondary to the thunder thing. He’s associated with the rains, but not the harvest. Freyr’s there from the beginning, to the end.”

“Gotta get me a man like that.” You mused.

Loki set his fork down just a bit harder than necessary.

“He’s married!” He exclaimed.

“Oh?” You asked, surprised that he seemed so scandalized. “To whom?”

Loki looked away from you, lips pressed into a thin line. Brunnhilde chuckled.

“A giant.” She answered.

“There’s giants?” You asked. Another kind of alien? How big could they get?

“That’s an entirely different lesson. You wanted to know about Aesir?”

You dug into a little cobbler of a blueberry-like fruit. They had called it bilberry. You called it delicious.

“Yes. So, are they just born at random, or what?”

“They can arise from any line, at any time.” Loki said. “We have recorded them in at least six of the ni-eight realms. But they do occur more commonly when there is at least one Aesir parent.”

“How do you know if you are one? You come out of the womb shooting lighting? Or does it at least wait until puberty?”

“Eh, it depends.” Brunnhilde said. “I assume they figured Heimdall out as soon as he opened his eyes. For others it’s a bit more subtle. But it gets figured out in the end.”

“But what causes it to happen in the first place?” You wondered. “This has presumably been going on for what, millions of years? When did it start? And why, and what keeps it going?”

“I’m sure every culture throughout time and space has their own mythos about it.” Loki said. “My personal theory is that it involves the infinity stones. Which just means that I’ll never get to test it.” He grumbled.

Brunnhilde stared at him.

“Do they have an affinity for magic?” You asked. “The king said they made up everything in the universe.”

“They could be considered magical. Certainly they come from a source beyond anyone’s total understanding. There are stones that correspond to concepts so nebulous as Power, and Reality. I don’t suppose it would be too far-fetched to think they could have influenced the creation of beings such as us.”

“Excuse me!” Brunnhilde interrupted, earning a disgruntled look from Loki, who seemed to have been really getting into his theory. “Why does she know about that?”

“I honestly have no idea.” You said. “I remember what happened, but nobody knows why.”

“Is it because you have magical potential?” She asked. “His majesty said you were learning sorcery.”

“I…don’t know? Is it?” You asked Loki, but he was already hurrying out the door to yell at his brother.

“I think I know how to tell which humans can learn sorcery! Thor! She said there was a whole forum of them!”

“Thank you, Brunnhilde! You’re so brilliant!” She called out after him. “Oh, thank you, I’m aware! But it’s nice to hear anyway!” She laughed, shaking her head. “Well, there goes my co-instructor. Come on, you want to go learn about Svartalfheim anyway?”

#lasabrjotr #loki x reader #loki (marvel)#thor (marvel)#Heimdall (Marvel)#brunnhilde (marvel)#valkyrie (marvel)#marvel fanfiction

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lokilickedme · 6 years ago

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So actually two: Dia Laisir and The Liar

I don’t even know where to start with Dia Laisir, honestly. Folklore? Mythology? A 3 a.m. rant fueled by too much coffee, way too many Little Debbies, and a seven day run of not enough sleep? Getting close, I think.

Dia Laisir is a totally made up little minor god that I invented to explain King McClary’s apparently fireproof boots. Loki battled him in the Scottish Highlands way back in the day before people were the dominant species there, and upon the minor god’s defeat and subsequent banishment, Loki cast him into an inanimate object and bound him there so he couldn’t fuck around with the few heathen humans that had migrated into the land. The whole casting thing might have been totally on accident, by the way - Loki’s never been terribly accurate with his magic and popular opinion has it that he was actually trying to obliterate the demon.

Shit goes wrong and alcohol’s a hell of a problem, ya know?

Dia Laisir didn’t like that much, as you can probably guess. First off, Loki wasn’t even supposed to be in Scotland. Norse god, messing around in the Highlands? What the hell’s that about? Second, that wasn’t all the god of mischief and general fuckery did to old Dia. Before he shoved him into the trunk of a tree to live the rest of his natural-born as a knotty pine, Loki banished Dia’s lover, Souflou, into a nondescript chunk of silver that some axe-wielding lunatic had tucked into his sporran, thus separating the two forever.

Yeah, there was a whole lot of fuck you Loki spinning around in Dia Laisir’s head for the next few decades until some axe-wielding lunatic chopped down the tree he was bound to (probably the same one hauling haunted semi precious metals around in his crotch bag, but history doesn’t verify much) and accidentally set him free.

Stuff started burning. Forests, villages, pretty much anything with a flammability rating went up in smoke, because Dia was pissed. Souflou had been shuffled around from place to place in that silver chunk, molded into various bits and bobs as the heathens learned how to turn silver into useful things, and every time Dia got close to finding her the silver that housed her spirit changed hands or was made into something else. And so Dia Laisir’s rage burned, and so did big chunks of the Highlands.

Eventually Loki caught a whiff of the smoke from wherever he was, I dunno probably getting dicked down by some eleven-legged something or other, and with a dramatic sigh he poofed himself over to Scotland again to find out what the hell was going on. Dia was supposed to be in a frigging tree trunk, wasn’t he? Naw, he was running all over the hills and moors and lochs doing his damndest to obliterate the human scourge that kept moving his love around so that he couldn’t find her, and after an epic battle royale in which Loki siphoned off about half of Dia’s firestarting powers (hey, those might come in handy later) he finally managed to send crankybutt’s spirit into a sword strapped to the saddle of a passing local. May or may not have been a McClary, btw. Just sayin.

But that sword had a nasty habit of transferring the soul inside it to whoever it killed, which you can imagine was a messy bit of business because the guy who owned it was a bloodthirsty son of a bitch. Like I said, possibly a McClary, and you know how they are.

So Loki yanked Dia Laisir out of the sword after a few years of hearing stories about the cursed blade and all the lopsided battles its owner kept winning, and while sitting in a dark smoke-filled pub one night half drunk out of his head and obsessing over what the hell to put this thing into where it couldn’t interfere with the natural progression of Scotland’s ruling power, he tried to send it into a shield that was hammered onto the wall over the fireplace - but too much mead and Loki being Loki, he passed out in the middle of the banishment spell and when his head hit the table the soul’s trajectory went south to the floor instead of northeast to the fireplace.

Into the left boot of a big black haired brute of a warrior that was currently wolfing down a leg of lamb while simultaneously groping a leg of barmaid.

Loki woke the following morning laying face down across the table he’d passed out on, and the brute with the cursed boots was gone. Eh, good riddance, the boots would eventually wear out and be discarded and Dia would go with them into the fire, where his spirit would disperse into the cosmos. Not Loki’s problem anymore.

Except Dia Laisir was a wily fucker, and figured out a way to slip out of the boots through a hole in the sole.

So Loki dragged his gettin-tired-of-this-shit hiney back to Scotland again, and since putting a fearsome god inside something like a pair of shoes that some lowly human would wear on their feet - stepping in cow shit and stomping on bugs - made Loki giggle like a schoolgirl, he did it again, only this time with a sturdier pair of footwear that wouldn’t be so easy to get out of.

It worked. Dia was stuck, harmless, incapacitated, forced to watch the decades and then the centuries pass from two inches above the ground. And each time Loki started to smell the smoke that signaled the end of the lifespan of Dia’s current home and the likelihood of his escape, he would return to Scotland and move the angry spirit into another pair of shoes.

Until finally the modern era erupted around humankind, and with it came good quality, durable, high-lifespan materials and the means by which to turn them into goods that could take a beating without disintegrating quickly. A man named Klaus Martens was born and started using those materials to make shoes that were damn near indestructible. And Loki’s problems with the fire god were finally over.

The thick-soled sturdy boots that he sent Dia into would last damn near forever. But just to be safe, when those boots started to show heavy wear and had changed hands multiple times, he returned to Scotland one more time and acquired them through somewhat nefarious means (we won’t go into that part right now) and, using the illusion of a homeless man, he roamed the streets of Glasgow with them on his own feet in search of someone trustworthy to entrust them to. Because he was sick of running back and forth to Scotland every couple of decades to keep doing this shit - he was getting old, he had other things to do with his time thanks so much. He needed someone he could trust to keep the fire god’s spirit safe and secluded and far, far away from his lover...because Souflou had eventually ended up in a child’s silver rattle which was sitting right that moment in the display window of a gift shop in Edinburgh, and Dia Laisir could sense her nearness. If the two of them ever ended up in close proximity again it would be the end of the world as we know it. Humankind would burn.

The Trickster had no particular love for humanity, but it provided him with entertainment and he wasn’t big on the idea of taking the blame for yet another genocide.

So Loki, in the guise of a street beggar, waited for someone worthy to acknowledge him. Tens, hundreds, and then thousands of people passed him by, disinterested in him, ignoring his presence -

- until the day a young boy sat down next to him wearing a brand new pair of boots.

“Nice boots” Loki said.

The boy just nodded. He didn’t like his new boots. They were stiff and hurt his ankles. His grandda had insisted they would break in soon and be comfortable, but the boy felt his nerves going up in flames with every step as the hard leather rubbed his skin. His eyes, green like Loki’s, kept going to the ratty worn out boots on the beggar’s feet.

And then without a word the boy unlaced his brand new Doc Martens and took them off, then knelt down at the beggar’s feet and unlaced the worn out boots and replaced them with his own, tying the ties slowly before putting the old, dusty, broken down pair on his own feet.

And Loki smiled.

He’d found a human that he knew could handle the cranky fire god. This boy was quiet but strong, silent but smart, and somehow he knew the child understood the importance of those boots.

He must be one of mine, the trickster god thought proudly. He’d never visited Scotland without availing himself of the charms of the locals, and as a result the land was fairly crawling with many generations of his offspring. The boy’s soft green eyes and black hair certainly reminded him of himself. Hmm. There was something else too...the line of the kings had come to a lurching halt a couple of generations back as the modern age stripped the people of any desire to hold onto the old ways, but Loki sensed it in the lanky teenager. He was a king.

“They don’t look like much, but they’ll get you where you’re going,” he told the boy, pointing toward the boots on his feet. “Fireproof, you know. And you will be too, when you’re wearing them.”

The boy nodded. An old woman ducked her head out of the bakery they were sitting against and smiled when her eyes fell to them.

“Get in here boy, I’ve got your sweeties on the table.”

The boy stood, testing the fit of the boots. They felt good. Comfortable. Like they belonged to him. The barest hint of a smile tugged his lips and he looked at the beggar, holding out one hand to help him up off the sidewalk.

The heavily frosted and ridiculously decorated pastries the boy shared with him as they sat together at a little table in the back of the bakery were the best damn thing Loki thought he’d ever tasted in his long, tiresome, faintly ridiculous life. And Dia Laisir smoldered, sending a heat into the boy that tempered him like a flame hardens steel. He would need that strength, Loki knew. But it would be okay.

The boy was worthy.

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💙 )( * THE EVENT- THE FIFTH DIMENSION IS HERE! * )( 💙 * PLEIADIAN LIGHT FORCES TRANSMISSION 1/26 * 💙CHANNELED BY MICHAEL LOVE 💙 BEGIN TRANSMISSION.... 2 EARTH DAYS AGO ANOTHER HUGE FLEET OF LIGHTWEIGHT PLEIADIAN RAINBOW PLASMA SHIPS CAME THROUGH THE SOLAR PORTAL AND ARE NOW DOCKED AROUND EARTH'S SUN. THERE IS A TOTAL OF APPROX 500,000 OF THESE BENEVOLENT HIGH-VIBRATIONAL PLASMA SHIPS HERE IN OUR SOLAR SYSTEM CURRENTLY. THESE HEAVENLY SHIPS ARE BEING PHOTOGRAPHED AND FILMED ALL AROUND THE WORLD EVERY DAY NOW! ITS IMPORTANT TO NOTE THAT THESE SPECIFIC LIGHT SHIPS ARE VERY POWERFUL BENEVOLENT LOVING AND LIVING ENTITIES KNOWN AS ANGELS OR EXTRATERRESTRIALS. DO NOT CONFUSE THEIR IDENTITY WITH WHAT MATRIX HUMANS CALL 'ALIENS'. THESE BEINGS COMPRISE THE GALACTIC FEDERATION OF WORLDS WHICH IS LOCATED IN THE FIFTH DIMENSION AROUND PRIMARY STAR CLUSTERS. THE PLEIADIANS AND 3 OTHER MAIN STAR RACES ARE HERE LEADING THE WAY TO ASSIST HUMANITY IN THEIR GRAND EVOLUTION! THESE PLEIADIAN SHIPS HAVE BEEN COMING IN THROUGH THE SOLAR PORTAL SINCE 9-11, 2018 AND ARE POSITIONING THEMSELVES FOR THE GRAND FINALLY OF THIS ASCENSION! IN MOST CASES THESE CELESTIAL LIGHT-BODY SHIPS APPEAR AS TRANSLUCENT RAINBOW- COLORED CLOUDS.... IT IS POSSIBLE TO PHOTOGRAPH OR FILM THESE SHIPS IF CONDITIONS AND LIGHTING ARE CORRECT AND IF YOUR VIBRATION IS HIGH ENOUGH! THESE SHIPS ARE NO LONGER CLOAKED BUT DO RESONATE IN A HIGHER, LIGHTER FREQUENCY AROUND 40-100 HERTZ. Q. WHY ARE THESE PLEIADIAN RAINBOW LIGHT-BODY SHIPS HERE? A. TO CONTINUE RAISING THE VIBRATION OF THE STARSEEDS STATIONED HERE, TO THE FIFTH DIMENSION UNTIL ALL THINGS ARE FULFILLED. MANY ASK US, "WHEN WILL 5D COME TO EARTH?" WE SAY, "IT IS NOT COMING, IT IS ALREADY HERE IN A HIGHER REALM!" "YOU MUST LIFT YOURSELF UP ENERGETICALLY TO GE ABLE TO PERCEIVE IT!" MANY STARSEEDS STATIONED ON EARTH ARE ALREADY MOVING FULLY INTO 5D NOW! THE ONE WHO CHANNELS THIS DATA CERTAINLY RESONATES AT THIS 5D LEVEL NOW AND CAN TELL YOU FIRST HAND ABOUT THE EXPERIENCE AND HOW IT ALL WORKS! WE AS THE PLEIADIANS HAVE DEPLOYED MANY TEACHERS AND HEALERS ONTO THE EARTH AND WE ARE WORKING THROUGH THEM TO MAKE ALL OF THIS MAGIC HAPPEN! WE MUST NOTE HERE AGAIN THAT IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR AN UNCONSCIOUS HUMAN TO DECODE THE LIGHT-DATA WE BRING! TRYING TO LOOK AT ALL THIS FROM A 3D POINT OF VIEW CAUSES QUITE A RIFT! IT JUST ISN'T POSSIBLE! 3D AND 5D HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH EACH OTHER IN ANY WAY AND ARE TWO COMPLETELY DIFFERENT REALITIES! THE LAWS THAT GOVERN 3D DO NOT APPLY IN 5D AND 5D LAWS OVER RIDE ALL 3D LAWS! EVEN IN UPPER-4D STILL THERE IS MUCH CONFUSION ABOUT HOW THIS 5D TRANSITION WORKS! ON THIS DAY WE CAME TO SPEAK DOWN-TO-EARTH AND CLEAR IT ALL UP! HERE IS A SIMPLY AND ACCURATE EXPLANATION OF HOW ALL OF THIS WORKS: A LITTLE ASCENSION 101 RECAP: THE LABELS 5D, HEAVEN, GAMMA STATE OF CONSCIOUSNESS 40-100 HERTZ SCHUMANN RESONANCE, BLISS, LOVE ALL MEAN THE SAME EXACT THING! THERE ARE 12 DIMENSIONAL BOUNDARIES IN THIS UNIVERSE, EACH ONE RESONATING AT A FASTER FREQUENCY AS YOU MOVE UP THE SCALE. YOUR BODY HAS 12 PRIMARY STRANDS OF DNA WHICH WORK LIKE A FIBER-OPTIC CABLE AND 12 MULTIDIMENSIONAL CHAKRA PORTALS THAT ALLOWS ASKASHIC LIGHT-DATA TO COME INTO THE BODY. YOU STORE THIS ADVANCED DATA IN YOUR CRYSTAL CELL DATABASE AND TRANSMIT IT BACK OUT AGAIN BY VIRTUE OF YOUR FREQUENCY. THIS TRANSMISSION BROADCASTS OUT OF YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE UNIVERSE OF WHICH THERE IS NO END! YOUR DATA BROADCAST CHANGES THE ENERGY OF EVERYTHING IT TOUCHES AND MOLDS THE MATTER OF THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE INTO SOLID ENERGETIC FORM! 10 OF THESE BODY DNA STRANDS WERE DEACTIVATED EONS AGO (BY NEFARIOUS BEINGS) FOR MOST HUMANS AND THIS IS STILL THE CURRENT STATE FOR HUMANITY AS A COLLECTIVE. MOST STARSEEDS ON EARTH NOW HAVE 4-5 STRANDS ACTIVE! THERE ARE APPROX 4.5 BILLION STARSEEDS OF THE ANGELIC SPECIES, STATIONED ON EARTH NOW HERE TO WAKE UP HUMANITY! 5D IS NOT A PLACE, IT IS A STATE OF BEING OR A STATE OF CONSCIOUSNESS KNOWN AS THE GAMMA STATE. IT IS A BLISSFUL STATE OF BEING WHERE BOTH BRAIN HEMISPHERES (MALE-FEMALE) ARE FULLY MERGED INTO ONE COHERENT MODE OF OPERATION. THOUGH 5D IS NOT A PLACE, THIS ENERGETIC STATE INSIDE OF YOU CAN AND WILL MANIFEST OUTWARDLY AS YOUR PHYSICAL EXTERNALLY PERCEIVED WORLD OR REALITY! THIS IS BECAUSE YOU ARE ALWAYS MANIFESTING YOUR PHYSICAL REALITY 100% BY VIRTUE OF THE SUM-TOTAL VIBRATION OF YOUR BEING. IN CONTRAST, IF YOUR INTERNAL VIBRATION IS RESONATING LOW ENOUGH YOU WILL MANIFEST A HELL JUST A SURELY! THIS IS JUST THE WAY THIS UNIVERSE WORKS AND ONCE YOU GET THE HANG OF THIS GOD-POWER AND WILL BEGIN TO CONSCIOUSLY MANIFEST WITH POSITIVE HIGH-VIBE INTENT AND THEN, UN-BELIEVABLE MAGIC STARTS TO HAPPEN ALL AROUND YOU! OVER 2300 YEARS AGO A MASTER TEACHER WAS ASKED "WHERE IS THIS KINGDOM OF HEAVEN AND WHEN IS IT COMING?" HE SAID, "IT IS INSIDE OF YOU AND AROUND YOU RIGHT NOW AND RIGHT HERE!" IN META-PHYSICS WE KNOW THAT NOW IS THE ONLY TIME THAT EXISTS AND HERE IS THE ONLY PLACE THAT EXISTS! WE PUT THE WORDS TOGETHER AND IT SPELLS, NOW-HERE! THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN OR 5D IS NOWHERE MEANING IT IS NOW AND IT IS HERE! IT ALWAYS HAS BEEN! THAT GRAND MASTER TEACHER SAID "YOU JUST CANT SEE IT YET", MEANING YOU ARE NOT RESONATING WITH IT OR YOU ARE NOT ON THE SAME ENERGETIC WAVE-LENGTH! IF 5D HEAVEN WAS HERE THEN, IT IS STILL HERE NOW! IT ALWAYS HAS BEEN INSIDE OF YOU WAITING BE MADE MANIFEST! UNTIL NOW ALL THE HOARDS OF HELL HAVE HELD U BACK BUT NOW A WAY HAS BEEN MADE BY THESE ANGELIC HELPERS AND YOU HAVE BEGUN TO BREAK THROUGH INTO THIS BEAUTIFUL DIMENSION. HERE IS HOW IT COMES: IT COMES FIRST INSIDE OF YOU AS AN AMAZING FEELING OF BLISS AND KNOWING! IT THEN COMES OUTWARDLY IN YOUR EVERYDAY LIFE! YOU CANNOT SEE THIS KINGDOM UNTIL YOU ARE FULLY HEALED DEAR ONES! SOMETIMES WE THINK WE ARE HEALED BUT IF ANOTHER BEING COMES CLOSE WHO HAS POWERFUL 5D LOVE, IT WILL SURELY BRING THIS OLD ENERGY UP FAST! THIS IS HOW THE TWIN FLAME DYNAMIC WORKS! YOU WILL START TO JUST BE IN 5D WHEN U RESONATE WITH IT AND THERE IS NOTHING MORE COMPLICATED ABOUT IT! IF YOU ARE NOT EXPERIENCING THIS EVEN IN A SMALL WAY THEN THERE IS MORE INNER WORK FOR YOU TO DO! WE ARE HERE EN-MASSE TO HELP ALL WE CAN BY SENDING POWERFUL GAMMA LIGHT TO THE EARTH BUT YOU MUST DO YOUR PART! YOUR PART IS TO CLEAR OUT ALL LOW-VIBRATIONAL ENERGIES FROM YOUR BEING AND DO ALL YOU CAN DO TO VIBRATE SUPER HIGH! YOU MUST START LIVING AS A STAR-BEING ON EARTH! YOU JUST CAN'T LIVE LIKE A 3D HUMAN ALL DAY AND EXPECT ANY OF THIS TO BE A REALITY FOR YOU! YOU MUST BEGIN LOVING YOURSELF FIRST! THIS IS THE PRIMARY BLOCK TO ANY ASCENSION OR STATE OF 5D BLISS-HAPPINESS! WHY ARE YOU DOING SO MANY THINGS THAT U DO NOT WISH TO DO AND WHY ARE YO NOT DOING WHAT YOU DREAM OF AND LOVE? THIS IS WHERE YOU JUST BEGIN! WHY ARE YOU IN RELATIONSHIPS THAT ARE NOT LOVE AT ALL? WHY HAVE YOU NOT BEGUN TO HEAL YOUR INNER BEING? WHY DO YOU STILL BELIEVE ALL THE NONSENSE FROM 3D BECAUSE IT DOES NOT SERVE YOU! IT IS TIME TO START BEING THE HIGHER BEING THAT YOU ARE! DON'T BE AFRAID, START TODAY! TAKE A LEAP AND BEGIN! ALL THOSE LOW-VIBE THINGS WILL ABSOLUTELY FALL AWAY FROM YOU BUT KEEP GOING AND TRUST NO MATTER WHAT! THIS IS THE ASCENSION DEAR ONE! YOU CANNOT HAVE THIS HEAVEN UNTIL YOU REMOVE THE THINGS THAT DO NO RESONATE WITH IT! WE SAY ALL OF THIS IN THE HIGHEST LOVE, BUT IF WE DO NOT SAY IT, YOU WILL NOT BE TRIGGERED TO WAKE UP AND TAKE ACTION! LET YOUR SPIRIT BE FREE LOVED ONE! YOU ARE THE MOST MAGNIFICENT BEING IN ALL OF CREATION SO COME AND MEET THIS GRAND CELESTIAL BEING! WE ARE THE ANGELS OF HEAVEN, THE GREAT PLEIADIANS AND WE SAY, "COME UP HIGHER WHERE WE ARE!" LIFT YOURSELVES UP! WE ARE HERE HELPING! SEE OUR AMAZING RAINBOW LIGHT-BODY SHIPS IN THE CLOUDS! WE CAME TO WATCH YOU ASCEND AND TO HELP YOU WITH IT ALL! WATCH AS WE RING THE EARTH'S IONOSPHERE LIKE A BELL WITH GAMMA LIGHT BEAMS TO ASSIST YOU! WATCH SOMETHING SO AMAZING HAPPEN ON THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING! WATCH AS THE EARTH BECOMES FREE! AMAZING THINGS ARE HAPPENING ALL AROUND YOU DEAR ONE IF YOU JUST TUNE IN AND SEE! FURTHER CLARITY FROM PLEIADIAN LIGHT FORCES... THE EVENT? WHEN WILL THE EVENT HAPPEN? THE EVENT IS ALREADY HAPPENING! IT KICKED INTO HIGH GEAR STARTING ON 11-11-2018 AND WILL RISE TO AN APEX NEAR THE SPRING EQUINOX 2019! WHEN WILL THE OLD MATRIX BE DISSOLVED? WHEN I LOOK OUT AT THE WORLD, IT SEEMS AS THOUGH NOTHING HAS CHANGED! WE TELL YOU, IT ALREADY IS BEING DISSOLVED! EARTH ALLIANCE INSIDER MEMBERS AND PLEIADIAN DELTA FORCES ARE WORKING AROUND THE CLOCK TO PHASE THE 3D-MATRIX OUT AND PHASE IN A NEW 5D EARTH! WHAT ABOUT THE OLD WORLD DEBT-BASED ECONOMY? IT ALREADY CRASHED AT THE END OF 2018! DO YOU BELIEVE WHAT YOU HEAR AND SEE OUT THERE? MAKE SURE! WE SEE EVERYTHING FROM A HIGHER VIEW, REMEMBER? THE GRAND SOLAR FLASH? THE GRAND SOLAR FLASH IS ALSO UNDERWAY! ITS BEEN HAPPENING FOR 3 MONTHS NOW AND IT'S NOT JUST A QUICK ONE-MINUTE OR ONE-HOUR EVENT! IT IS BEST TO THINK OF IT AS A SERIES OF PLASMA WAVES INSTEAD OF A FLASH. MANY OF US ARE HAVING WHAT IS KNOWN AS 'THE WHITE LIGHT' EXPERIENCE! THIS WHITE LIGHT EXPERIENCE WILL PRODUCE A EUPHORIC BLISS STATE FOR ALL OF YOU AND YOU WILL BECOME COMPLETELY FREE AND UNINHIBITED FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MODERN EARTH HISTORY! THE GRAND SOLAR FLASH ORIGINATES FROM THE CENTRAL SUN AT THE GALACTIC CORE! LIGHT FORCES ARE CHARGING UP THE EARTH'S SUN AS WE SPEAK LIKE A SUPER CAPACITOR UNTIL IT FULLY DISCHARGES. THE APEX OF THIS SERIES OF LIGHT WAVES WILL CULMINATE ON 3/21 AND COULD BE DESCRIBED AS GRAND FLASH OF WHITE MAGNETIC IONIZED PLASMA LIGHT! THINK OF THIS WHOLE PROCESS AS A GALACTIC-SIZED SUPER CAPACITOR CHARGING AND RELEASING! THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT STAR FORCES ARE DOING. THEY ARE CHARGING THE SUN AND THE NIBURU FLAGSHIP WITH SUPER PLASMA TO A MAXIMUM LEVEL AND WILL LET IT LOOSE WHEN THE CHARGE REACHES MAXIMUM EFFECTIVE LEVELS! ONE EXAMPLE OF THIS SOLAR-WAVE-FLASH WAS THE GAMMA WHITE-OUT ON 12:21! WHILE THIS WAS JUST A TEST, THE FINAL DISCHARGE WILL BE SIMILAR BUT WILL CAUSE A COMPLETE SUSTAINED 40 HERTZ GAMMA WHITE-OUT AROUND THE EARTH! THE GRAND FINAL DISCHARGE IS SET TO OCCUR AROUND THE EQUINOX ON 3/21/2019! THIS GRAND OPERATION IS DUBBED "PROJECT ANDARA" AND WILL BE ONE OF THE MOST MAGNIFICENT TIMES EXPERIENCED ON EARTH! WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN THIS SOLAR FLASH IS COMPLETE IN ME? THE 3/21/2019 MULTIDIMENSIONAL SOLAR FLASH APEX PORTAL WILL ALLOW SUPER HIGH VIBRATIONAL GAMMA-LIGHT-AKASHIC-DATA TO POUR INTO THE EARTH AND INTO YOUR AURIC FIELDS WHERE IT WILL BE CARRIED AT ONCE INTO YOUR DNA! YOUR CELLS WILL BE INSTANTLY RE-CODED TO A HIGHER ORDER AND YOUR LAYERED BODIES WILL BE ABLE TO PROCESS A MUCH MORE ADVANCED LEVEL OF COSMIC DATA CAUSING YOUR OUTWARD MATRIX REALITY TO MORPH INTO THE NEW EARTH/HEAVEN FREQUENCY! MANY OF YOU KNOW INSIDE THAT THE GREAT TIME HAS COME AND WE HAVE DONE ALL WE CAN TO GIVE U AS MANY SIGNS OF HOPE AS POSSIBLE! THINGS WILL NOT GO ON AS THEY ALWAYS HAVE ON EARTH AND CHANGE HAS COME! KNOW THAT WE ARE YOUR HIGHER SELVES AND YOU ARE ABOUT TO CONNECT WITH US! WE ARE SIMPLY A HIGHER VERSION OF YOU THAT CAME BACK FROM YOUR FUTURE TO ASSIST YOU IN THIS GREAT TIME! WE ARE THE GREAT CELESTIAL ANGELS OF LOVE SPOKE OF OLD AND WE HAVE DESCENDED DOWN TO EARTH! NOW LET US MAKE OUR FINAL PREPARATIONS GREAT ONES AS THE 3/21/2019 5D PORTAL FULLY OPENS! IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO RECEIVE YOUR UNIVERSAL REWARD GREAT ONE FOR ALL THAT YOU HAVE DONE AND ALL THAT YOU HAVE ENDURED! CONGRATULATIONS FOR YOUR MAGNIFICENT ACHIEVEMENTS, YOUR LONG MISSION ON EARTH WAS A SUCCESS! BE VERY PROUD BECAUSE LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE ACCOMPLISHED! WE SALUTE YOU AND WE ARE RIGHT HERE BESIDE YOU UNTIL ALL THINGS ARE FULFILLED! THANK YOU FOR COMING TO EARTH AT THIS TIME AND FOR SACRIFICING EVERYTHING ON BEHALF OF THIS ENTIRE WORLD! YOU ARE THE GREAT ONES SPOKEN OF OLD THAT OVERCAME THE WHOLE WORLD! GOD-SPEED, ~ MICHAEL 💙 IF YOU SUBSCRIBE TO MY PLEIADIAN CHANNELS AND WOULD LIKE TO SUPPORT THE GLOBAL WORK I DO, CLICK THE LINK BELOW TO SEND YOUR GIFT OF LOVE: https://paypal.me/micahangel

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