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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 2 years ago

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The Muthaf***ing Government.

Hey, uh...What’s all the commotion over here?

Ah Toko. I thought you were in the café?

I was, but I left to let the Naegi siblings have a heart to heart. Right now, I’m looking for Akeru. What’s up with you?

*sigh* This lady here is being downright unreasonable.

Unreasonable!? I think my instructions are quite reasonable, thank you very much!

It was part of the deal that we would help Future Foundation locate Organization Zetsubou’s base and help them in rescuing their captured friends. Said base has already been confirmed to be in Japan, thus we must go back.

Wait...Are you saying we need to go back to Japan!?

Yes. That is...LITERALLY...what I just said.

You people really do like to repeat your dialogue a lot, don’t you?

To sum up Toko, Agent Static here is updated us on the proceedings. With Katagiri put out of commission, ERR0RM3SS4GE have decided to return to their original deal.

Thus, I tried asking her for the location of Zetsubou’s base, only for her to reveal that she doesn’t know.

So you lied to us?

Perish the very thought! Our organization may be enigmatic, but we always deliver on our promises!

We don’t have the information YET. We’re still waiting on our other members to do their part for now. As soon as the info gets relayed to Rantaro and I, we will relay THAT to you.

And why do we need to go back to Japan for that?

We came here to hide. If we go back now before the info gets to us, it could give Zetsubou an opportunity to catch us.

Oh sure...Because you’re TOTALLY safe here.

That’s why Yasuhiro Hagakure is still with you, riiiight? He wasn’t kidnapped at aaaall

Grgh...!

Enough! It’s one thing to talk down to us, but this is straight up bullying.

You’re the one’s who have no sense of respect.

She does kind of have a point. Hiro’s already been captured and Tsuchiya at least knows we’re here. He might be keeping his mouth shut for now, but there’s no way he’s gonna hide us away forever. We need to move sooner or later.

Not to mention the story about Katagiri is hitting the news. Tsumugi Shirogane will put two and two together given time. AND the longer we stay here, the more we risk endangering Maya, Four and the Freedom Foundation.

But still, that’s only ONE reason why we cannot remain in the states. Another reason is that this information that we receive must be delivered to us physically.

Wait, what!? Y-You’re a digital hacking conglomerate!? Why do you need to recieve info PHYSICALLY?

I have to agree. Surely you’ve got some sort of defense mechanisms in place to prevent your info from being stolen?

We certainly do. However, there’s a different problem entirely.

And that is?

Well, I think you’ll find it rather difficult to transport living people over the internet.

Living...people...?

Yes. You’re repeating me again! Are you listening!?

Calm down, I was just making sure I heard you right...

Then let me say it once again for good measure. This source of information is not a file, or a program, or an I, or anything in that regard. We are waiting upon the arrival of a certain person, and only when they show up can we make our move.

And who is this person?

I apologize, but the identity of the individual is under ERR0RM3SS4GE’s rules of strict confidentiality.

Meaning...?

It means I can’t tell you, you zygote. I thought you were a Branch Chief? How can you not understand that?

I uh...actually quit recently.

Oh...that makes sense...I suppose you thought you weren’t cut out for the position?

...

What a waste. Thick as you may be, you seem like a nice person at least. I’m sure many got along with you.

Can you like...choose whether you’re gonna be kind or condescending already?

Says you! Anyway, The last reason for why we must return to Japan post-haste is because as soon as we can receive this info, we will likely need to mobilize all our forces as soon as possible.

Zetsubou are more dangerous and cunning than you give them credit for.

True enough. They’ve managed to get us good many times before.

Ok, I see your point, but even so, we left the Future Foundation for a reason. We can’t just mosey on back whenever we feel like it. That would defeat the whole purpose of the trip here.

I’m not sure about that. You’ve managed to accomplish great things while here in America. Taking down both Fang Inc. AND LegionTech.

And besides...I said we had to return to Japan. Not that we had to return to the Future Foundation.

I beg your pardon?

My pardon you shall have. You’re nervous that returning to the central HQ of the Future Foundation will reset all the progress you’ve made, but there’s no need to go that far.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but the Future Foundation have a military research facility off the coast of Hokkaido, right?

Are you talking about The Tower?

Assuming “The Tower” is the facility that looks like...well...A Tower...then yes, that’s the one I refer to. We don’t need to use the main FF building. We can use that.

You’re seriously suggesting that we use the TOWER as our base of operations when we get back?

The Tower IS one of the Future Foundation’s more well equipped facilities, and lots of the researchers even LIVE there. We wouldn’t run out of provisions for a while.

Plus, it’s not as obvious a place where Zetsubou and the public will find us easily. After all, it’s still on the road to recovery after Miu Iruma blew it’s reactor, so in their eyes, there’s little reason for them to go there.

But even so, we can’t just go back there unannounced. And none of the people who work in the Tower are any real authority figures, so we wouldn’t be receiving the most familiar welcome.

Ordinarily that WOULD be the case...except...

Except what...?

Except I already took the liberty of discreetly contacting every hidden member of the Future Foundation. Including those hidden in London, at the central HQ, and those staying elsewhere.

EVERYONE!?

H-How did you track them all down so easily!? I thought we were all hidden!?

From Zetsubou, but not from me. I’m an expert sweetheart. You might think that my head is up my ass, but I have the skills to back up my bravado. I’m an impressive woman.

...Yes, you certainly are. Though, you’ve always been a tad too proud of your own station.

Kyoko what...does that mean?

*Everyone looks at her. She retains her glare at Nico.

Level with me here...You and I have met before, haven’t we?

Yes, we have. It is a pleasure to see you again, Ms Kirigiri. Or well...I suppose you go by Naegi now.

Wait, you have met? Wh-When? And...how?

...The last time I met her was around a year and a half ago...

[Flashback - Government Cross-Party conference.]

You’ve all now experienced what it’s like to live a single day in Ayumu Fujimori’s life, and the life of the UUV, after you unintentionally kicked them out and left them for dead.

After you got to a point where you felt you no longer needed to rely on each other, and simply chose to separate yourselves from each other, you also laid him and his friends off, not realizing the situation that they in before, and what you unintentionally damned him to!

Official 4: That is…

The Tragedy and that whole situation was years ago! Do you not think it’s fair for Governments to support people’s rights? Yes, maybe we can’t help everyone, but we help the people who deserve to be helped!

So…You’re saying there are people out there who DON’T deserve your help!? Ayumu Fujimori was a citizen of this country, and I REFUSE to let him die a menace because you couldn’t be bothered to help him out!

Do you think it was an easy decision laying off all those people!? I understand your point Mr Hinata, but you have no idea how complicated this situation is! You can’t hope to understand! It would be chaotic!

I’m the entire reason the Tragedy started in the first place! What about Chaos would I not understand!?

On top of that, I’m a Branch Chief in charge of loads of people at the Future Foundation, so I know what it’s like to be in your position.

And if I was, then I know I’d still find a way to ensure everyone’s happiness!

...

The Cross-Part Conference!?

That was shortly after the UUV attacked...Y-You’re not saying she-!?

That I was one of the Government officials seated at the table? Psh...

Hajime Hinata...a real attitude on him. I shouldn’t have even been subjected to it! Damn the foreign affairs official for refusing to turn up...I know his family had been taken hostage but...STILL!

Hold on! Wh-Why were you even associated with the conference in the first place!? Who ARE you!?

This woman’s name is Nico Himuro. On top of being a professional linguist, and apparently a hacker extraordinaire...

She’s also...Japan’s current Minister of Finance...!

She’s WHAAAT!?

Hmph...What can I say? I’m a very busy woman.

You...You’re a member of the RULING PARTY!? Wh-What are you doing with ERR0RM3SS4GE then!?

I’ve been with ERR0RM3SS4GE for a long time. How do you think that the group has been able to fight on a global scale and remain discreet for so long? Not to mention the sheer level of funding.

In order to gain that kind of power and info, it’s good to have someone on the inside.

I’m sorry...did you just ADMIT to EMBEZZLEMENT of money and information!?

Information, yes. Money, no. While it is easy for me to sneak out government funds for my organizations use, I think you’ll find my salary covers that pretty well. It’s a hard pill to swallow, but when it comes to sanctioning legal raises for workers, the Government will always prioritize their own wealth.

Capitalism, am I right?

A likely story...! I hope you realize that we have every excuse to report you and turn you in, right?

Yeah! What you’re doing is illegal! It’s like...treason or something!

Oh, I’m aware...I’m not as stupid as you think I am. Let’s just say I feel safe telling secrets to a group of people holding a broken musket.

What is THAT supposed to mean...?

Sure. Reporting me to the officials will ultimately destroy my life. That’s fair. But this is bigger than just me...

Thanks to your failures, the public has lost faith in the Future Foundation. At this point, they’re all crying to the government to hear your response. If they find out that a secret agent was hidden in the current party, Japan’s government and societal structure would come crashing down.

There would be RIOTS, and Japan as a country would descend into chaos. Even if they didn’t, Organization Zetsubou would seize the opportunity to give them that little nudge over the edge. And with ERR0RM3SS4GE being the worldwide group it is, it won’t be long until the government systems of the other nations are investigated and questioned for their loyalty, thus the cycle repeats.

I’m sorry, it’s just...I thought the Future Foundation were trying to PREVENT the new tragedy?

KRGGGH!!?

Shit...

...You’re good. I’ll give you that.

*sigh* Just a bunch of hyperbole as far as I’m concerned.

I understand what I’m doing is ultimately illegal, but I need YOU to understand, that my intentions are good and that ERR0RM3SS4GE are NOT your enemies. In fact, the only reason why I continue my work with ERR0RM3SS4GE is because there’s a limit to what I can DO within my role in the government. Sometimes being an authority figure isn’t enough, and the rules restrict us more than protect us.

I mean, look at what happened here recently. Kuripa Kurafto broke almost ALL your Foundation codes and defected from you, yet in the end, he still emerged as the true hero.

...You’ve got a point.

Let me sum up my feelings in as simple as I can. I’m willing to help, so long as you follow my lead...But don’t cross me...

*Nico turns heel and sticks her nose to the sky as she walks away.

She might be the most two-faced person I’ve ever met, and I’ve seen my fair share...

What the hell has our world come to...Japan’s MINISTER of freaking FINANCE is a world-class greyhat...!?

Life is way more different than it was a few years ago, that’s for sure.

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #danganrebirth voices #danganronpa 2 #dr2 #nico himuro #kyoko kirigiri #byakuya togami #aoi asahina #toko fukawa #hajime hinata #the monster in me arc

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thehouseofvs · 4 years ago

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[RP Journal - 1/15/2021] Valeria Camena: The First Steps on a Thousand-Malm Road

It feels strange, writing within a journal again. I haven’t had the need nor desire to keep one since I first arrived here. What was the point, when all of my memories, or at least the ones that mattered, were seared into my mind in the form of relentless nightmares and colorless dreams? Why would I need one, when there was nothing here that was worth my interest or willingness to one day remember? All I needed to do was stay on my path. Pursue the answers that I sought. Fight if I must. Flee if I must. Kill if I must.

At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

For five years, I lived like that. In this endless, gray hell that I found myself in, unable to trust anyone, to grow close to anyone, to feel anything for anyone. Because, even after learning the truth, they all still felt fake. Like pale, lifeless imitations of the things I once knew. Of the people I once loved. I desperately wanted to get back everything and everyone I had lost, to be able to feel something again, to see a colorful, true world once more. But then one night I met him, within yet another of my tortuous dreams. Rae-Hann. To be honest, I didn’t know what to make of him at first. An odd stranger, who had somehow wormed his way into the most sacred part of my being. He saw something that no one else had seen. I wanted to lash out at him, to expel him as swiftly as he came. But I stopped myself. My curiosity won over, and I allowed him to stay - and then we talked. It has been a while since then, and the two of us have had many more discussions and “adventures”. It took some time, but eventually the two of us began to form some semblance of trust for one another. After all, we were two strangers in an unfamiliar place, coming from circumstances quite similar to one another. I suppose one would think it was only natural that we would form a bond of sorts, given enough time. And before I knew it, we did. That was when things changed. For the first time in years, I finally saw something different from the grayscale nightmare that was my life. I saw color. I saw Rae-Hann’s color. When I first noticed, I could not help but stare whenever I got the chance, when I thought he was not looking. Simply doing so was like taking a breath after being deprived of air for so long, and the sight of him brought with it a sense of comfort, of peace, and of hope. For the first time, I thought to myself that maybe, just maybe, there was something worthwhile in this world after all.

Rae-Hann took the time to talk with me. To listen to me. To hear, know, and understand me, even if it was only a little. He had held out his hand to me, offering me a place in the life he had carved for himself upon the Source. And like a lovestruck fool, I took it. Like a lost soul, I clung to it. Like a helpless child, I allowed him to guide me away from the path I had been following for so many years. He led me to a different path. To Siannault Tavard. To them, his loved ones at the Star’s Rest. But it has not been easy, even ignoring the wound upon my shoulder and the circumstances of my arrival. I have always been an awkward girl, even in my old life. It was never comfortable for me to make new friends, or socialize with strangers. But I tried. For Stilicho’s sake, and now for Rae-Hann’s. I met a few of them. Aultena Sephimiri, Karrn Moks, Edgard Beaumont, V’hala Helsi, and V’ari Tia. Seeing those twins here had me concerned, but like Siannault, they seemed to have no recollection of me. The real me. Likely for the best.

However, I had been able to tell that the atmosphere around the Inn has grown more dense as of late. I initially wondered if it was due to my own presence, but the arguments I briefly overheard between Rae-Hann, Aultena, and Siannault clued me in. It seems that even in this warm, cozy little inn full of friends and family, there was still problems lying just underneath the surface.

Whatever was currently happening, I felt as though it was a poor time for me to stay here at the Rest. As warm and welcoming as they have made me feel since coming here, I cannot say that I have not felt as though I were an intruder within their world - their reality. After all, they’re all still gray to me. Perhaps, if given enough time, that will change, but when? I have been contemplating leaving today. I think it would be for the best. My wound was manageable now, and there did not seem to be any adverse effects since the incident, so I think I should be alright to do so. But how will Rae think, if I were to suddenly go? Would he feel like I was abandoning him, at a time when he might need me? I feel sort of silly, thinking this way, because he’s surrounded by so many loving people who care for him. But I feel I at least owe it to him to talk, before I do take my leave. Speaking of, it seems he just arrived. I will continue this later tonight, I think. It feels oddly cathartic, putting my thoughts down like this. Until then... -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Well, tonight was interesting. I am not really sure where to begin with this, but I suppose I should do so after Rae-Hann came to see me in the Rest’s infirmary. He had caught me writing in this journal, as well as the sight of my packed belongings, but he did not seem surprised. Although, considering what he himself had been planning to do, perhaps he thought it was not his place to judge. Whatever the case was, he came to inform me that he was leaving the Rest for some time. We talked about his plans. Apparently, he wanted to head to Ul’dah to wrap up some unfinished business with that fortune-teller we met, Una’to. I have my reservations about the Voidsent-possessed man, but I trust Rae-Hann. Whatever his intentions are, I know I do not have to fear. Still, I am concerned. And I voiced my concerns, but I did not try to persuade him from his current course. I knew better than that. However, Rae did not seem to know what he would do with himself afterwards. Perhaps return to his research, or other jobs that he said he had put on hold, for the sake of the Rest and its inhabitants. Looking at him now, I think I finally understand what it was he saw in me the day we met. Right now, I saw someone who felt alone, lost, and angry with the world. So, I took a chance.

I finally took that first step forward. To truly, fully invite the Mystel who had brought me no small amount of joy and hope into my life. I reached out and offered my hand to him, as he had done for me so many moons ago. I told him that since neither of us had a plan, an idea of where we’d go, why not simply take that journey together? Neither of us had to be alone. We could do what we wanted, when we wanted, how we wanted - and know that, at the end of the day, we would still have someone to return to. That, together, maybe we could find something worthwhile on this star. After the words left me, my heart raced. I felt as though I was on the edge of panic. I feared that I might have stepped to far, or misread what Rae needed at that moment. I wanted to simply run and hide my shame, feeling as though a rejection were imminent. But that did not happen. Just like when I took a chance and accepted him when he reached out to me, he now did the same with me...on the condition that, were he to ever hurt me, that I would tell him. That I would be honest with him about my woes. On the surface, that condition might have been an odd one to make. But hearing the pain in his voice, the strain of withheld tears, was more than enough to tell me what lay hidden within his request. Not that it was a difficult one for me to accept. I pulled him into a hug on instinct, sensing the raw hurt he was feeling, and I made my promise. Rae is...the only person on this star with whom I feel as though I can be completely honest with, and I told him as much.

After our tender moment passed, we made arrangements to meet at Shirogane’s pier, once I had settled my end of things at the Rest. With my belongings, I searched for Aultena so as to pay off my debt - but after having no luck, I was lucky enough to stumble into V’hala and was able to settle things with her. That said, I decided to leave a letter for the Rest’s proprietress, informing her of some of what was happening. Aultena deserved as much, after taking a moment to consider how I would feel if I were in her place. It isn’t much, especially coming from a stranger such as myself, but I hope it offers some small amount of comfort. I also left a letter for Karrn Moks within the infirmary. It felt terrible to leave so suddenly, especially after all the care he had given me since my dramatic arrival. I wanted to at least thank him, and let him know that I hoped we would meet again eventually.

With my work finished, I left the Rest behind and went to the pier to meet Rae. I spotted him shortly after, and stood with him near the water’s edge. We sort of just stared out at the distant waves for a bit and talked...I suppose we were both contemplating about what was to come in the near future. Of what this journey would be like for us. When the subject of our departure, of taking our first steps, was broached...I suggested we do something a little strange. An old legend I remember hearing, once - if you place a wish within a glass bottle, and allow it to be carried away by the ocean, perhaps one day it might come true. It seems silly, I know, but it felt appropriate. And meaningful. So, we went to the edge of the pier and cast the bottle I had prepared off onto the waves, allowing both of our wishes to drift onto the horizon. Rae wished for solace, sincerity, satisfaction...and mine was for our success and safety on the road ahead. Well, that, and perhaps another, more selfish wish of mine. If possible, I wanted to one day find some measure of happiness...ideally, with Rae included.

And with that final send-off, the two of us had no business left in Shirogane. Our next step was to head to Kugane, and then charter for transport to Ul’dah. While our journey was to start as soon as we left upon the ferry, I think we both knew it would not truly begin until the last of Rae’s business was concluded. And so, we departed from the residential ward’s shores, to lantern-lit Kugane and the world beyond. The rest of the day after that was a blur. Though neither of us had explored Kugane before, neither of us felt as though now was a good time. But...maybe someday in the future, we can take the time to properly see the city’s sights. Instead, we booked the first airship headed for Limsa Lominsa, and from there to Ul’dah. Tonight is the first night of our trip, and Rae-Hann is certainly unaccustomed to airship travel. I’ve never seen him so unsettled...is it weird that I find it sort of adorable? But, I think that is where I will leave this. Writing in this journal will take some getting used to, but I think I can see the merits of it. Who knows, maybe one day, I’ll want to use these to look back and remember this. I certainly hope so. And, strangely enough...I look forward to what waits in store for us, on this thousand-malm road. ( @yokasaris @casualcatte @therpperson )

#ffxiv #rp #rp journal #journey #a thousand malms #beginnings

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katastroficwriter · 5 years ago

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Fic title, "vulnerable"? :)

vulnerable

Summary: Kiibo and Ouma should never be together.

Especially when exploring a decrepit high school with rotting floorboards.

In which Kiibo and Ouma dug themselves a deeper hole than expected when they accidentally crashed to the bottom of a run down school with no other way out.

Tags: Supernatural, Heart-to-heart conversations

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“So ghosts, am I right?”

“GAAAH!!! SHUT UP! STOP TALKING ABOUT GHOSTS! I DON’T SEE NO GHOST! GHOSTS AREN’T REAL! YOU PROBABLY JUST MADE GHOSTS UP!” Momota’s sudden outburst easily grabbed everyone’s attention from whatever conversation they were having..

The next thing they saw was the face-splitting grin that slowly took over the supreme leader’s face.

“What’s the matter, Momota Kaito-chan, “Luminary of the Stars”? Scared of a few ghoooooosts~?” he cooed mockingly. “Then again…you know what they say! The more terrified they are…the louder they howl. Wow~! You’re such a big coward, Momota-chan!”

“SCARED? ME? Of-of-of c-course not! Why the hell would I b-be s-scared of something that doesn’t even e-exist!” the astronaut stammered, taking a couple of steps back. “And I’m no coward!”

“I beg to differ, Momota-kun. There have been countless traces of the souls of the dead roaming in plenty of villages I’ve visited in the past, ku ku ku…” Shinguuji added, waving his index finger a little. “It was truly a wondrous experience. I still remember it as if it were only yesterday.”

“See? Even Shinguuji-chan says they’re real,” Ouma snickered. “And that’s why I want to see them for myself!”

“I-It has to be a lie! You probably roped Shinguuji into this! As long as you’re involved, it has to be a lie!” Despite the strength in Momota’s accusation, everyone can tell how badly his legs were shaking like a newborn fawn’s.

“You’re just afraid of the truth, that’s why you always dismiss it as lies,” Ouma tapped at his lips with a deceitfully serene smile.

“Everybody settle down!” Akamatsu huffed, placing her hands on her hips. “Anyway…what’s with this sudden interest in ghosts, Ouma-kun?”

“Finally! Someone asking the right questions. I knew I can count on you, Akamatsu-chan~” Ouma waved his arms up and down with uncontained excitement. “You see…I wanted to propose a class bonding activity in the form of a test of courage!”

“A test of courage? Hah! I’ll ace that like how I aced my astronaut exam!” Momota slammed a fist against his chest, color returned to his face.

“After your shameful display? I highly doubt that,” the supreme leader made a show of flicking dirt off his nails.

“Ouma you bastard–”

“But a test of courage in Spring? Isn’t that a little…off-season?” Shirogane spoke, raising her hand. “Wouldn’t Summer or Autumn be a more suitable time for those kinds of things?”

“Oui, Oui! Shirogane-chan!” Ouma crossed his arms over his chest. “But you see, the abandoned Saishuu Academy would be demolished next month! We absolutely cannot afford to wait for Summer or Autumn!”

“Saishuu…Academy?” Saihara lifted the bill of his hat as he spoke. “Why there?”

“Huh? Is there something going on with Saishuu Academy, Saihara-kun?” Akamatsu tilted her head to the side.

The detective tugged his hat lower, “Um…none that I know of. It’s just…my great-great-grandfather used to go there during his time.”

“Exactly!” Ouma pointed at the detective. “Saishuu Academy is one of the, if not the oldest school in the entirety of Japan! It’s bound to house a lot of ghosts in it!”

“What makes you so damn sure about that, you gremlin? It’s not like people fucking died there!” Iruma scoffed.

“Shut your stinky mouth and listen, pig, you might actually learn something if you do,” Ouma slammed a hand on his desk.

“H-hiiee!”

“The school has a clean record, sure. But I’ll have you know that Saishuu Academy was in fact built over an execution ground for criminals! A prison! There’s plenty of deaths on that land, that’s for sure!”

“Nnngh…you’re probably just lying again!” Yumeno pointed an accusatory finger at the leader, though her bravado was belied by her pale face. “Y-you’re just saying that to d-disrupt my mana flow!”

“Oh, but what Ouma-kun said is in fact true,” Shinguuji chuckled. “I even have records of it in my lab. I would present it to you all, however, it’s a very old record and thus very fragile to the elements. I do not wish to damage it.”

“S-stupid! This idea is stupid anyway! Why do I have to go through a test of courage when we already know how courageous I am!” Momota slammed his fists together. “G-ghosts or a-ayakashi, or y-y-youkai, they aren’t r-real and are just stories invented to t-torment the feeble-minded!”

“No need to be shy, Momota-chan, we all know you mean you,” Ouma smiled. “Anyway! If anyone wants to join in the fun, just go meet me and Kiiboy by Saishuu Academy’s school gate. I’ll only wait for 10 minutes. I’m entering the school whether or not you all come, just saying.”

“Wasn’t this supposed to be a class bonding activity?!” Chabashira raised a fist.

“That was a lie, really. I’m just making this announcement in case I die while exploring the place, nishishi! That way you’ll know where to look for my remains.” The leader hopped off his seat and approached the albino robot, who was currently sitting idly by the wall in sleep mode while he charged. “Speaking of which, I really love nature so make sure you spread my ashes in the forest, okay?”

“B-bullshit! Stop fooling around!” Momota gritted his teeth.

“That aside…did Kiibo-kun already agree to this? I didn’t think he’d be the type to go on trips like this one,” Amami rubbed his nape.

“Oh, he doesn’t have a choice, really,” Ouma proceeded to poke and prod random buttons on the robot’s body. “I just needed something to take paranormal photos of! Kiiboy’s a machine, so he can definitely detect ghosts and print out a photo for us or two!”

“H-hey, you should stop messing with Kiibo, what if he blows up or something?” Momota shuddered had the thought. He still needed to go to space! There’s no way he’s going to die from an explosion!

“…Mmm? Huh? Up already? But I’m only at 79 percent…” Kiibo mimicked a yawn. “How did–”

“Morning sleepyhead~ Wanna go on a test and courage with us later?” the supreme leader flashed the android a toothy grin.

“O-Ouma-kun? Test of courage?” Kiibo’s brow furrowed as he began perusing the recording of the conversation which he slept through. “What for?”

“Just for some good ol’ class bonding,” Ouma tucked a strand of hair behind an ear. “You have no choice by the way, I only asked you for the sake of formality.”

The albino frowned at the remark after reviewing the entire conversation he missed. “You might as well have forgone the pretense of being polite, Ouma-kun. Go use your smartphone instead. After all, it’s still a machine which can also take photos.”

“Whaaat? No way! It has to be you, Kiiboy!” Ouma shook the robot by his shoulders, fake tears streaming down his cheeks. “Your flashlight function is way better than a phone’s! And you don’t need to hit a shutter just to take a photo! You’re more useful and convenient than any old smartphone for this!”

Kiibo paused at the unexpected praise. “…You’re just saying that to butter me up.”

“I’m nooot! I don’t just mean your camera function, I also mean your recording device! You can pick up subtle sounds right? Maybe you can pick up the messages of the dead too! That would be so cool! Come on Kiiboy, pleeeeeeease?” Ouma gave the android his best puppy dog eyes. “And didn’t the professor fix your shitty battery usage problem? That makes you even more useful!”

“Well…true…” Kiibo rubbed the back of his head, still a little weirded out from the leader’s behavior. “…Fine, I guess. But only to keep you out of trouble.”

“Yippeeeeee!!!” Ouma released the robot’s shoulders and started jumping around. “You’re the best, Kiiboy!”

“Kiibo-kun is so easy to sway as always,” Yonaga chimed.

“He still has a ways to go,” Hoshi tugged his hat lower. “He’s too soft, which is exactly why Ouma never stops bothering him.”

“That said, who’s going?” Amami asked, turning to look at the others. “I hardly know anything about the school since I’m almost always overseas, so I’m kinda curious about it. I’m going.”

“I will. I can’t help but worry,” Akamatsu raised her hand. “If something goes wrong, having more people around would make it easier to find help.”

“I will too! It would just be like Ghost Hunt! I’m so pumped!” Shirogane bounced in her seat excitedly. “I actually learned some basic warding spells from some monks for my cosplay research. If something does turn up, we won’t be completely helpless!”

“I’ll pass, this is a waste of time,” Harukawa played with one of her pigtails. “Not to mention dangerous. This is just asking for trouble.”

“I’ll pass too, unfortunately! I have to offer a special prayer for Atua tonight. I can’t afford to miss it,” Yonaga squished her cheeks together.

“I’ll go. I would love to do some recording of my own. Maybe I would be able to discover something new to add to the one I already have,” Shinguuji chuckled.

“Hyahaha! I’m cumming alright! I’m gonna take my ghostbusting gear with me!” Iruma grinned. “Ghosts or not, as long as I can test out my babies then it all checks out!”

“Gonta and Toujou-san are still away on a trip. It’s a shame that they can’t go,” the artist sighed. “Everyone seems so lively about the idea!”

“I don’t want to risk my entry in the next Tennis Tournament if I get in trouble for this,” Hoshi murmured. “Take care though. Don’t want any of you getting hurt.”

“That’s sweet of you, Hoshi-kun,” Akamatsu smiled.

“Well I’m not going! Tests of courage are nothing but a sneaky ploy for degenerate men to get handsy with girls!” Chabashira huffed.

“Mmmm…I’m going, I want to test out my exorcism magic I’ve been honing…” Yumeno rubbed her chin with a thoughtful look.

“If Yumeno-san is going then I will too~!!!” Chabashira pumped her fists in the air.

Saihara chewed on his lower lip before nodding to himself. “I’m going too. I’ve never seen its interior before, but I’ve heard rumors that it had plenty of secret rooms.”

“Wh–you too, Shuuichi?!” Momota gaped.

“It’s totally okay if you don’t come, Momota-chan! Just because your bestie is going doesn’t mean you have to. You don’t have to push yourself so hard,” Ouma cooed.

“Why I outta–”

BING! BONG! DING! DONG!

Ouma said nothing but smirked at the astronaut as he was literally saved by the bell, much to the other Ultimate’s chagrin. Their homeroom teacher entered a few minutes later, successfully ending their discussion about their plans later.

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“I’ll have you know that I’m leaving as soon as an hour is up,” Kiibo spoke as he carefully avoided stepping on rotten floorboards.

“What? Why?” Ouma stared at his partner in disbelief. “Don’t be such a spoilsport Kiiboy! Live a little!”

“Yes, I want to live, that’s why I do not want to stay here any longer than what’s necessary,” huffed the android. “I don’t want to worry the Professor for staying out too late. Not to mention this entire building is a hazard to everyone.”

“Tsk, fine, whatever. But you better get some good shots of ghosts you hear? I don’t want to leave this school empty handed,” Ouma pouted.

“That’s hardly something I can control, Ouma-kun,” Kiibo sighed.

Before entering the school premises, everyone drew lots for their pairs: Kiibo and Ouma; Shirogane and Shinguuji; Saihara and Yumeno; Chabashira and Iruma; and lastly, Akamatsu and Amami. It turned out that Momota’s evident fear of the supernatural made pairing up easy for everyone. They were all going to enter the school in that order, but they were free to explore any of the academy’s floors.

“Still, this really is a big school,” the android said with awe.

“Mmhm! It has tons of stuff in it. A church, a dormitory, clubrooms–” Ouma looked around the area, taking note of tattered and worn school festival fliers still posted on the cracked walls. “The land the property was on is really big, they were going to tear the school down and build a new mall.”

Kiibo looked at the fliers with dismay, “That’s…a bit of a shame. To have a place so full of memories get torn down for something like this.”

“Yeah. But time waits for no one. Money makes the modern world go round. Something abstract like memories don’t have economic value,” Ouma frowned, but eventually relaxed. “Anyway, detected any ghosts yet?”

Kiibo reviewed his memories and shook his head. “Sorry, still nothing.”

“Gahhh that’s so lame. How about we take the other way around?” Ouma huffed.

“N-NGAAAAAH! WHAT IS THAT? A ZOMBIE?!”

“Yumeno-san calm down! That’s just an old human-body model!”

“SAIHARA WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO YUMENO-SAN?!”

“Quite the loud bunch aren’t they?” the raven-haired Ultimate shook his head. “Maybe that’s why ghosts aren’t showing up. Maybe inviting them wasn’t such a good idea.”

“I think it’s better this way,” Kiibo chuckled. “The more the merrier, as they all say.”

“Nishishi! Maybe so,” Ouma huffed in amusement. “Mm? Hey, have we checked this room before?”

“Hmm…I don’t think so,” Kiibo looked up at the rusty signage above the dislodged door. “The library, huh.”

“Oooh! They probably have valuable books left behind, that’s a nice find. Let’s go in!” Ouma grabbed the android by his wrist, skipping through the doorway.

“Wait, not so fast Ouma-kun! The floor might give out–”

*CRACK*

“Huh?”

“Ouma-kun, hold onto me–!”

The floorboards had collapsed under their combined weight the moment they took their first step inside the old library. Down, down, down, they crashed. How many floors have they gone down exactly? None of them could keep count with both of their eyes shut tight. The only thing Ouma could register was the feeling of falling and strong metal arms wrapped around him protectively.

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CRAAAAAAAASH!

Akamatsu’s head perked up at the loud noise. “Oh no…”

As though reading her mind, Amami pulled out his cellphone and sent everyone a text.

‘Yell out your names if you’re safe. If you’re inside a room, get out so we can hear you.’

The pianist and the survivor nodded at each other before initiating the roll call.

“AKAMATSU KAEDE!”

“AMAMI RANTAROU!”

There was a beat of silence until the next person followed.

“YU-YUMENO HIMIKO!”

“SAIHARA SHUUICHI!”

“IRUMA MIU!”

“CHABASHIRA TENKO!!!”

“SHINGUUJI KOREKIYO!”

“SHIROGANE TSUMUGI!”

Silence followed.

“That can’t be right…where’s Ouma-kun and Kiibo-kun?” Akamatsu’s forehead creased with worry.

“That could only mean that they were the ones who crashed. We better look for them fast, they’re probably hurt,” Amami hastily tapped another message, telling everyone to meet up at the entrance hall. “Let’s go.”

“Okay.”

Akamatsu and Amami carefully proceeded towards the meeting place, mindful of their footsteps now more than ever. Shirogane and Shinguuji arrived at the designated place before everyone else, followed by them, and the others arrived shortly after.

“Ouma’s probably messing with us again,” Iruma scoffed, tapping her finger against her arm.

“I agree! What if he didn’t do his roll call on purpose to spook everyone after destroying part of the school!” Chabashira nodded.

“I don’t think Ouma-kun would do anything to risk his own safety,” Saihara murmured. “Not to mention, Kiibo-kun was with him.”

“Correct! Even if Ouma-kun decided not to do roll call, Kiibo-kun still would have done it himself,” Akamatsu’s brows furrowed in concentration. “Was anyone near the crash?”

“I was on the first floor with Shinguuji-kun,” Shirogane raised a hand. “We heard something crash nearby but we didn’t see anyone at all. If Kiibo-kun and Ouma-kun did fall…shouldn’t we be able to find them on this floor?”

“That’s a good point.” Amami rubbed his chin. “How close were you to the crash, exactly?”

“Not very close, but I can pinpoint us to its general direction,” Shinguuji raised a hand.

“Alright. Everybody stay close. We can’t have anyone else getting hurt,” Akamatsu took a deep breath and slapped her cheeks. “No use panicking! Focus, focus!”

“Shouldn’t we call the fire department for help?” Saihara asked.

“But what if they were taken by ghosts? No one would believe our story!” Yumeno interjected.

“Shh! Everyone focus!” Shirogane turned to look at the others. “Now’s not the time to entertain thoughts like that. We need to try looking for them first before calling the fire department.”

“I’m on board for that. We practically broke some rules just entering this shithole,” Iruma flipped her hair.

“We’re here. I’m not sure of the specific source of the sound, but it should be around here,” the anthropologist proceeded to tie his hair in a neat ponytail.

“Okay, let’s split the rooms among ourselves. Got it?” Akamatsu regarded her friends with a look of determination.

“Got it!”

Their search didn’t end up being completely fruitless when Saihara managed to locate a hole in the infirmary’s flooring. But that very same discovery led them to their next problem. If there was a hole on the flooring of the first floor…then where does it lead to exactly? They were met with darkness even after flashing their lights on the hole. Ouma and Kiibo should have landed on the first floor if not any of the floors just above them.

“This is a big problem.” Amami concluded.

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“Ouma-kun. Ouma-kun, wake up.”

Ouma hissed in pain as he shifted to his side. “O-oww…what–what happened?”

“The floorboards collapsed from under us and we fell a couple of floors down,” Kiibo replied, helping the supreme leader sit up. “Take it easy, you have a slight head injury and a twisted ankle.”

Ouma instantly raised a hand to touch his head, only to feel his scarf wrapped around his head. “What floor are we on, exactly?”

Kiibo pursed his lips. “…We would be in the equivalent of the basement floor. I reviewed my memories and we already went past the first floor by a couple of levels.”

“The basement level? The map didn’t have anything like that at all,” Ouma withered in pain, resting his weight on the robot.

“That’s what I thought too. This was probably one of the secret rooms Saihara-kun meant,” the albino paused to point at the spot across them. “…Though judging by the look of those rusted iron bars…we’re actually inside an underground dungeon.”

“If it weren’t for the fact that I’m in pain and we’re currently stuck, I would have thought that this was cool,” Ouma groaned. “Tch. There’s no use texting the others, there’s no way there could be reception in a place like this.”

“…I’m sorry, Ouma-kun.” Kiibo looked down.

The supreme leader raised a brow. “For what?”

“If only I had the ability to fly, I could have gotten us out of this mess right away,” the android explained. “I don’t have the strength to carry you out of this room either.”

“You could have just explored the area, searched for the exit and then come back for me afterwards,” Ouma huffed.

Kiibo shook his head. “That’s a risky idea. I don’t want to leave you alone during a crisis like this. What if more of the school gives out? If I left, there’s a big chance that we’d be separated by debris and only one of us could get out.”

“That’s…true. Heh. I guess my head isn’t working as well as I hoped right now,” Ouma chuckled half-heartedly. “I’m…sorry too. I got us into this mess in the first place. I wasn’t being careful earlier, so we fell. We’re more or less even.”

Kiibo was taken aback by the sincere apology, but did not dare to comment on it. They couldn’t exactly afford to bicker during an emergency like this one. It was clear that Ouma was too hurt to put up his usual mischievous demeanor, too.

“I’m glad you were my partner.”

“Huh?” the albino stared at his companion in confusion.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Ouma huffed as he slowly sank into a lying down position, resting his head on the robot’s cool lap. “If I had fallen with anybody else in our group, one of us would have already died; or worse, both of us would have just died and rotted together with this school. Look at you. It was a nasty fall, but all you have are scratches. You really are something, huh.” He grinned up at the albino.

Kiibo chewed on his bottom lip, a little embarrassed from the praise. “I don’t mean this in an offensive way, but–”

“Go ahead and say it.”

“Okay.” The albino took a deep breath. “Ouma-kun, did you rig the pairing lots so that I would be paired up with you? You did point out all of the convenient tools and functions I had for your exploration idea…”

Ouma simply chuckled in response. “You probably won’t believe me, but that was all luck. I never really cared about who you get paired up with, I just wanted the ghost pics.”

“I see…I thought just as much,” Kiibo nodded along. “I wonder if…the others are looking for us right now.”

“They are. You’re with me after all. If it were just me alone, they probably would have just left me behind,” Ouma sighed nonchalantly. “Then again if I were alone, I’d already be dead. Nishishi!”

Kiibo frowned. “Even if you were alone, we would still look for you, regardless of whether you’re dead or alive.”

“And what makes you say that, Kiiboy?”

“We’re friends, Ouma-kun. If such an obvious answer wasn’t clear to you, then you probably need to rest as much as you can right now,” the robot’s frown eased after finishing his sentence.

“Heh…I guess I can do that,” the raven-haired Ultimate shifted in his position a little, careful not to aggravate his aching leg as he did so. “I don’t wanna sleep in a shithole like this though, so you and I are going to be talking for quite a while until we get rescued.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Kiibo smiled.

Being stuck in a very deep hole was probably the worst time to start getting to know a person more. But since that person is Ouma, a crazy situation like this is probably the only thing that could get him to talk sincerely. From his love for shounen manga to his hobbies, these were all things Kiibo had hoped to learn from the supreme leader at school and not in some hidden dungeon.

“Kiiboy, can I level with you for a moment?”

“Isn’t that what we’ve been doing for a while now?” Kiibo lifted a brow.

“Just shut up and listen to me,” huffed the other teen.

“Alright, sorry.”

Ouma released a sigh before speaking. “…I honestly think I’m going to die here. But even if I die, surely you won’t. That’s why I want you to record something for me.”

“…You mean a will?” Kiibo’s forehead creased with worry.

“Haha! Not quite,” Ouma shook his head. “Just some things I wished I was able to tell everyone before we both got into this mess. A confession of some sort.”

“Ouma-kun…”

“I want you to show it to everyone in the worst case scenario,” Ouma continued. “But if I ever survive this, whatever I’m going to say is going to be just between you and me. Understand?”

“Y…yes, I understand,” Kiibo nodded, though his worry was still very much present on his face.

“I’ll start now, ready?”

“I’m ready.”

“Then I guess I should start about my parents…”

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It had already been more or less two hours since Kiibo and Ouma crashed. The firemen struggled with trying to figure out how to pull them out from such a deep and dark pit. The realization that their two classmates had fallen lower than what they had expected brought chills down their spine. It took the firemen another hour to finally be able to rescue the missing Ultimates, much to everyone’s relief.

The EMTs carefully strapped Ouma to a stretcher and ushered him into the ambulance so they could take a better look at his wounds. Everyone then got off with a heavy scolding both from the rescuers and their respective parents for doing something dangerous without even contacting an adult. Though for Kiibo’s case, he was praised right after for his quick thinking during the emergency, otherwise the supreme leader would have been in a critical state.

“I hope you all learned a valuable lesson from this experience,” a fireman huffed.

“Yes, sir…” the teens all responded in unison.

“Let’s go home and get you fixed,” Iidabashi gave his son’s hair a ruffle. “Also cleaned up, you’re terribly dirty.”

Kiibo’s gaze lingered at the ambulance before turning to look at his father. “…Okay.”

The premises of Saishuu Academy was completely locked down the next day in light of the incident during the previous night. Both Kiibo and Ouma were sought after by the Newspaper Club, determined to secure an exclusive interview from them regarding their experience of being trapped. Unfortunately for Ouma, his twisted ankle prohibited him from escaping their pesky advances. And just as unfortunately for Kiibo, he still had the stamina of a senior citizen, but his father did improve his strength in order to assist him in emergencies.

“Ouma-kun, may I speak with you for a moment?”

It took Kiibo about two weeks before he could muster the courage to talk to the raven-haired Ultimate. They had to keep a facade that things were back to normal after all.

“Depends on what you wanna talk about,” Ouma leaned against his chair. “If it’s about that then no. I don’t want to hear anything about that stupid school anymore.”

Kiibo shook his head. “It’s…kind of related, but it’s not about the incident.” He pulled out photos from one of his pockets. “I thought that maybe…you needed to see this.”

Ouma lifted a brow, curious, as he accepted the photos.

The android shifted in his place. He specifically chose to speak to Ouma today since everyone was out eating at the cafeteria and the supreme leader had slipped away from the group not completely unnoticed. It was the only chance where they’ll have some form of privacy during school hours.

“UWAAAH! WHAT THE HECK! THAT’S SO CREEPY!!!” Ouma shuffled out of his seat in a panic, haphazardly throwing the photos on the table.

“…You did say you wanted photos,” Kiibo murmured as he picked the photos up. It was a photo of his memory during the incident; specifically the time right after they landed in the hidden dungeon. For a brief moment, he had caught a glimpse of a woman cradling Ouma–she disappeared as soon as he blinked though. That was why he wasn’t able to record her face in high definition.

“Y-yeah! But not when it involved me!” Ouma pointed an accusatory finger at the photos in the albino’s hand. “Have an exorcist burn it!”

“But Ouma-kun…” Kiibo shuffled through the different photos and picked one out to show the other Ultimate. “I think…it’s your mother.”

Ouma’s eyes visibly widened at the photo. It wasn’t taken inside the dungeon, no, the setting was entirely different. In fact, it was right when Ouma got brought inside the ambulance. A translucent woman stood waiting outside of the ambulance. Thanks to the lighting, her face was properly recorded. Even more so when she was looking right at Kiibo, giving him a wave.

Jet black hair, soft, lilac eyes…

Her features alone were a dead giveaway that she couldn’t be anyone else but Ouma’s mother.

Ouma shakingly took the photo from the android, this time staring at it with awe instead of fear. “…It’s really her…”

“Yes. That’s why I thought that you needed to see this,” Kiibo scratched at his cheek nervously. “…Do you really want to have these burned?”

Ouma let slip a sincere smile, “…Maybe not.”

Kiibo perked up, pleased to be able to make him smile.

Bonus:

“I’m only keeping this one. Buuut—!” Ouma snatched the photo of the hidden dungeon and showed it to the android. “You definitely have to show this to Momota-chan!”

Kiibo shook his head, “I don’t see why you need to–”

“Show me what?” both Ultimates turned their heads to face the astronaut.

The android paled at the very sight of the grin that took over the supreme leader’s face.

“Kiibo showed me this really cute photo he took on the way to school! And I thought you’d like it too!” Ouma chimed, slightly limping his way towards the taller Ultimate to hand him the photo.

“Momota-kun, wait–!”

Alas, Kiibo’s words fell on deaf ears.

“GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!”

“Nishishi! So ghosts, am I right~?”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, OUMA!!!”

———————

If you’re wondering why I never explained what those memories were…that’s because Ouma survived. Kiibo’s not obligated to show you what it was.

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strayed-from-the-sun · 5 years ago

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ABC's of getting to know my muse ;; A to Z >:D (that you haven't already answered)

Here we GOOOOOOOOO @illia-ast //Did all but S

A) Their full name.

His original name was V’Dimi’Tia, but after being taken in by his mentor Renault he took on the name Dimitrivon Vagari as it was more fitting under the Ishgardian home

B) Age. - 29 (Though I think he’s like 32?? Expansions and time are a strange thing)

C) Height. - 5′10″, A little taller than tall for a male Miqo’te

D) Pronouns. - He/Him

E) Species (if not human). - Seeker of the Sun, Miqo’te

F) Favourite beverage and/or meal. - Mead for drink, He’s really fond of spiced jerky for travel food

G) Hobbies and favourite pastimes.- Stargazing, finding springs and collecting small mementos from places he travels too. He does a little reading when time permits him, and training is what often takes up his time.

H) Something they’re exceptionally good at.- Fighting, Dimi has completely honed himself to his craft of combat and while nowadays he prefers sorting things peacefully he has no problems getting his hands dirty in the most underhanded way needed

I) 2 things they really enjoy. - 1. relaxing in springs, lakes etc. Dimi loves relaxing peacefully and having a soak after a long day

2. quiet traveling at night- while not always safe there are nights where Dimi finds solace under the stars as he travels

J) 2 things they’re not really fond of.

1. Humid weather- The heavy wet air has always been a bane for Dimi and he’d more likely prefer to sit in a Dry desert or Freezing blizzard over it

2. Tyrants- People who often lord over others just because of their status are quick to draw the Knight’s ire

K) 1 of their pet peeves.- Liars

L) Their favourite kind of weather. Hot and dry or freezing cold

M) A few interesting facts about them.

Despite being mild-mannered and reserved, Dimi grew to be a rather wild party-goer. When he and his mentor would return from training in Ishgard, he’d sneak off to mingle with the young nobles to join in whatever illicit and was somewhat well known for it for a time. Despite the Miqo’te’s attempts to maintain this secret fun life, Renault knew fully of the types of trouble Dimi would get up to but for the most part, played oblivious to it only stepping in if he felt that his young pupil was straying too far from his virtues.

N) Favourite movie or music genre.- Don’t know if there’s one that could properly apply but I’ll say his favorite instrument to listen to is the piano

O) What’s their dream profession? - Becoming a knight, Though at times it doesn't quite live up to the dream. Still, he’s happy for it

P) Is there something or someone they cannot stand? Why? None in specific, but there are a few criminal elements within Ul’dah that have certainly given him a reason to come after them. Namely for forcing the dismantling of Duskwatch and sending assassins after him and his friends.

Q) Did they do something extremely dangerous at some point in their life?

As a knight, Extreme danger is fairly regular, but during his training, he had been sent off with the convictor knights to pursue a dragon. It was a small beast of a wyvern but it nearly killed them all.

R) Is there something they wish they could do/achieve but can’t?

Dimi would be happy to have mastered the soulstone and show his mentor Renault before his passing away as he had promised, but sadly he’s had to make peace with his failing.

T) Do they have any siblings? Family? Loved ones?

As far as Dimi is concerned Renault was the only family he had, being an adoptive father as well as a mentor. Dimi’s biological father may still be at large, but he wants nothing to do with the man.

U) Are they a morning or night person? yes

Dimi is a morning person, but often has to change his sleeping patterns to operate at night frequently. Sleep is more of a concept really...

V) Do they have a pet? What kind? If not, what kind of pet would they want?

-No, but Dimi likes the idea of being accompanied by a small hawk or falcon

W) How would they describe themselves in 5 or less words?

-‘Just a simple, wandering knight’

X) Do they have a goal in life? What is it?

-Dimi had been saved from death by his mentor and adoptive father, Renault at such a young age. He believes the life he lives is one that was given and should be used to show the same kindness and mercy to others as he had. Dimi works tirelessly to undo the evils perpetrated by those in authority and to help those downtrodden in life till he can no longer fight.

Y) Is there anything in their life that’s stopping them from succeeding?

-Distance and training. After returning from Shirogane, Dimi understood that to stay in Ul’dah would only help the city, but there are many places that would benefit greatly. So he’s set about to travel Eorzea and even beyond to help right wrongs.

Z) Do they have an item that means a lot to them?

-His soulstone. The Dark Knight stone is more than just a stone to Dimi. It's a promise to help others and a gift from his late mentor Renault that he would remember and honor him by.

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grammar7wannabe · 5 years ago

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Emails with You

To once-upon-a-vine

RE: Assignments

Takashi Shirogane

Sorry to bother you, but do you have any idea where the assignments are for my class? I left them on in my area in the teacher’s lounge. When I looked for them, I couldn’t find them. Since your desk is by mine, I was wondering if you had any idea where they could be. I need them for class, and I can not find them anywhere. Thank you for your time.

Adam W.

RE: Assignments

Adam

No, I have not seen the assignments, but I am going to check with the security cameras and see if I can see what happened. Also, talking to the other teachers to see if they saw anything. Sorry, I could not do more, but if they are missing, they should be fine. If you find them or something like that, please let me know.

Shirogane

RE: Assignments

Takashi Shirogane

It’s okay. You do not need to go through all that effort. I found them at my apartment. Thank you for going through all that effort, but it was not necessary. Thank you for doing all of that for me. I appreciate the help, thank you. Next time please just look around. I am not worth all that effort.

Adam W.

RE: Assignments

Adam

You are worth all effort every single day! If your assignments were missing, then they needed to be found, you asked, and I wanted to help you. You are a fantastic person, and I just wanted to help you. I’m glad you found the assignment I was getting a bit worried.

Shirogane

RE: Enlistment

Adam

Hey, I was assigned to go and get a bunch of kids to enlist to the Garrison. They asked if I wanted to recommend anyone to come along to do the straightforward and more technical answering to people’s questions. You are very straight-laced, and I thought you would like to do it. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I thought you would. Here are the details: PDF_ENLISTMENT

Shirogane

RE: Enlistment

Takashi Shirogane

I would love to go with you to help to talk with a bunch of children telling them everything they need to know about flying. I am sure that together you and I can make this something fun and memorable!

Adam W.

RE: Enlistment

Adam

Are you sure? We are going to be around a lot of kids, and well, that can be annoying at times. And I know you get annoyed quickly. Kids are cute, but it is going to be a lot of work. While it can be suitable for the higher-ups making it easier to get some promotions, you shouldn’t feel forced to come along because there are other ways to do this kind of thing. I mean, I want you to come along, but I don’t want you to feel forced to come along because it would be great having you come along.

Shirogane

RE: Enlistment

Takashi Shirogane

I do like children. Their curiosity and genuineness are something I adore to overlook the fact that some children can be annoying and, at times, rude. I do plan to come along for more reasons than a desire to get a promotion or make the higher-ups approve of me. So please look forward to my arrival at this job.

Adam W.

RE: Enlistment

Adam

I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be rude; I just wanted to be sure you wanted to come along with me on this journey. Thank you for your reply. I can’t wait to see you!

Shirogane

RE: Last Night

Adam

So I know that we have been doing recruitment for a few weeks now, and we are going to be done with talking to the kids. I need to speak to you. It is about the kiss we had last night. I am kind of panicking over it right now because I thought you were straight. I mean, you acted straight, not that there is a way for anyone to act straight other than dating and liking girls which you haven’t done. I thought that you were straight and all that. But then you kissed me, and I swear I felt sparks fly, but we had been like drinking for a few minutes not enough to get drunk but enough to make both of us woozy, and I am wondering where that puts us. If that kiss meant nothing to you, then this is embarrassing. Still, it said a lot to me. We used to spend so much time together when we were younger and eventually drifted apart. I, when we were friends, fell in love with you, and while that flame has dwindled, I still liked you, and these past few weeks have just been like old times, and I’m in love with you again like mad. You kissed me was it a mistake, and I am just desperate, or did it mean something to you too because this has been running through my head for a few hours now, and it’s killing me not telling you how I feel. I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same way

Shiro

RE: Last Night

Takashi

I admit that I did not at all plan doing what I did last night, but I do not regret such an action. It is relieving to hear that you feel the same way. I am also in love with you ever since we got paired up with Curtis for the simulators. All those long nights together at the Garrison, as we studied to be the best, made me extremely happy since I got to spend time with you. This may not be the most appropriate time to say this, but it was nice to kiss you, and I would like to do it again. If you want to see if this lasts, we can go somewhere nice and try to do that again at another time, then tell me to my face.

Adam

RE: Wedding Guests List

Honey, your mom, has given me a long list of all her friends and demanded we put all of them into the wedding. Our wedding that we haven’t even found a place for yet or even started a budget, she says she would help us with the wedding, but I told her that it wasn’t necessary. Takashi, your mom, is a real piece of work. I miss you, by the way, I can’t believe you agreed to go to another mission. I know the internet does not work that great up there in space, but I still have a few things I need to tell you. Even if it has just been a few months while you go and help the scientist test the official Garrison technology. You broke another record! By what I heard when you went, most missions are completed by someone under 30 years old. When you get back, you can rest a little, and we can finally get married. You are so gifted, and I’m sure the Garrison would miss you, but it would be short. Sweetheart, we have been engaged with each other for one and a half years and have dated for two years since we were both 19 years old. It is getting frustrating that work is coming between us. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but you can’t keep running off every time the wind changed. Stay with me, and then we can be happy together, please, Takashi. I can not handle you going on another mission. I love you!

RE: I love you more

Adam, I’m sorry I keep leaving you for these missions. I love you so much, and I promise when we return, we will get married. When I see you in a week, we have to go and do some recruitment for the Garrison. Just like old times, huh? As we travel, we can plan for the wedding, love you, baby. Sorry, this isn’t longer. Our schedule is jam-packed, and I am not allowed to tell you anything about it while it is still going on. I cannot wait to see your face, and I’ll let you know everything when I get to hold you in my arms!!!!!!

RE: Keith

Okay, so you know how we always wanted to have kids someday. What if that day is today? There was this adorable kid who did well on the pilot simulator, and he has a terrible home life. He has been bouncing in and out of foster homes since he was eight, he is twelve now. His name is Keith, and he has no one around to help him out, and I kind of offered to help him out. A way to do that is to foster him and maybe adopt him, please don’t get mad, but we are going to need to do some paperwork if we want to foster him and I want to foster him. Keith is such a bright kid and super sweet he just has a lot of problems with his home life, and I wish to help the kid. Please help me with this!! I love you.

RE: Keith

Fine, we can help the kid, but there are things we need to do to ensure that we can foster him.

We will need to put the wedding off onto a later date

We will have to do the paperwork together because I will not do it alone

Found a place big enough for all of us that is still close to the Garrison

Get Keith enrolled in the school if he has behavioral issues then that may be harder especially if his grades are not that great we may be able to bypass that with the W.A.P. Test, and we help him study

Take care of him day in and day out until he is eighteen which is six years

If you feel we can do these things, then yes, let’s proceed with this and help Keith.

RE: Keith

Awesome, I got the kid and the paperwork coming to you! I love you so much, baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RE: Discipline

Takashi, Keith has been accused of acting up in class and has hit another kid. James says that he did not do anything to him. Keith just started hitting him out of nowhere. While I do know Keith has issues as he had a hard childhood, I do not believe he would start a fight out of nowhere. I mean seriously, Keith likes to blend into the background and only makes a scene when other people came and drag him out usually to pick a fight with him. That boy has something about him that just draws trouble to him. He is a child who has not been adequately taken care of all his life. Keith is getting better; he would not hit James. I believe that James started it. He is upset that he is not number one. That may suck, but he does not need to get Keith involved in his unbridled jealousy toward Keith. Iverson is taking James’ side. Please, Takashi, comes to the principles office and help calm the situation. They won’t let me help him!

RE: Discipline

Hey, dear, do not worry, I’m calming the situation. Keith is just getting detention, and I convinced them to give James a punishment. One that is different from Keith’s, so they do not interact. You were quite worked up about this, weren’t you? Here I thought you didn’t really like Keith that much, nice to know that isn’t true. I am glad you are warming up to him Keith, it is adorable.

RE: Kerberos

So you are going. You promised me that we would get married before you went onto another mission. We need to talk about this. Come home so we can discuss this Takashi. I love you; please let’s figure this out together. I am worried. You don’t have the best of health, and this mission could be hazardous for you. You could be at serious risk if you go on this mission. There will be others that are so much safer. You already broke every record there is. You have nothing to prove my love. Just stay here, and let’s get married. Please, dear, just stay.

RE: Kerberos

So you haven’t responded, that’s fine. You don’t need to. I know you are busy with teaching and talking to the higher-ups. Do you need to go to Kerberos? Nothing is there that you can’t do here. Like being a pilot or help out the scientists. They can pick anyone else. They aren’t so desperate that they need you to pilot the ship to the moon Kerberos. Anyone with enough skill can do something like that. Please talk to me, Takashi I need to speak with you face to face over this. My mind is reeling, and I need you. Please come home and talk to me. Keith is also anxious about you. Let us all have a discussion and think this through, please.

RE: Kerberos

So Keith said you talked to him. I am your fiancé, don’t you think you should speak to me? I know I am not exactly the most supportive, but you still avoid me? Why? This does not make sense! Can we please talk? Even if it is through a screen, I will handle it. Just, please, Takashi, speak to me.

RE: Goodbye

So the news just got back, and you are gone. I don’t know what to say. I miss you so much. I swear there is a hole in my chest caved out in the place where you used to lie. If I could make any wish, it would bring you back to life. If that is not possible, then I wish to turn back time so that I can experience all the good, the bad, and the amazing all over again. Takashi, I want you to come back so bad, knowing that I can never see you or kiss you ever again is the most painful thing I have ever felt. I know the world is still turning, but it feels like mine has stopped. I wish we had more time to be together.

Keith is not doing well, you were like a big brother to him, and now that you are gone it is tearing him up inside, I am trying my best, but I am also in pain, and it is hard to talk to him. He has shut down I don’t know what to do. You would. You always did. I swear you are like a Keith whisperer or something.

RE: Sam Holt

Takashi, I can’t believe you are alive! How is it possible? Aliens are something I always thought possible I could never expect this! I can’t believe you were kidnapped, this feels like a dream, and I am going to wake up. You aren’t actually alive, and Sam Holt coming here was either a dream or became crazy all alone in space and came back here somehow. This is amazing, and I feel like laughing. I love you! I know we ended badly, but I miss you so much, Takashi. These years without you, have felt like an eternity in hell. Recovering from someone amazing like you has been hard and challenging. I have dated someone, but it ended, it ended nicely, but it ended because I can not get you out of my head. You are someone I could never remove from my heart, no matter how hard I try. I want to start over again. If you do not want to, I understand just, and please let me be near you, I care too much to walk away back. Takashi, you and Keith being safe are all I wanted. I am so sorry for everything, just please come home again. I love you, Takashi, for a very long time.

Adam

RE: I’m back

Hey Adam, I am also sorry for how I acted. I wanted to go so badly I refused to even think about the consequences or what I was leaving behind. I miss you so much. I know we already talked, but seeing all these emails and reading them (or in some cases rereading them) makes me love you even more. Back then, I should have spoken to you about Kerberos. I should have been more open to you about what I wanted. Fear of you disapproving was all I felt when I got a chance at a once in a lifetime opportunity. Man, did it not disappoint me at all. It was horrifying, and there are parts that I never want to go through again. Other parts make me grateful that I had gone and experienced so many beautiful things throughout the universe. They did disappoint me, though none of it included ice.

Adam, I am sorry for leaving, but let’s get married, actually married. We have waited so long, and I just want to be with you to the end of time. We invite our families and the paladins and just keep it between us. I love you! I’m so sorry we didn’t do it sooner. Life and my wanderlust kept getting in the way. Today though, I have seen everything there is to see, and I am done. No more aliens, no more traveling, and no more danger. Just you and me together to the end. I know we both have changed a lot, but I still love this new you, and I know you still love me, even without the emails of you saying so. So let’s get married as soon as we can and start our new lives together. We can teach recruits and help test the new spaceships and all that jazz. The war is over, and I just want you, Adam, so please say yes.

RE: R.S.V.P.

You are cordially invited to Takashi and Adams Wedding on the date of xx xx,xxxx. Please tell us if you can come or not we would love to have you!

#voltron #vld #adashi #adashigiftexchange2019 #once-upon-a-time #gift #late #im so sorry

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hazelandglasz · 5 years ago

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Voltron Legendary Patissier (A Shklance AU)

I came across a wonderful drawing by @lemonjuiceday when visiting a con and I was immediately inspired to write this little fic. Nothing major, just a bout of fluff and food porn for our favorite boys (strictly food porn, you pervs ;))

On AO3

Lance didn’t expect to find himself in such a position, caught between two hard chests while working his part-time job.

Then again, he didn’t expect his part-time job to be in a bakery.

“A pâtisserie, not a bakery,” his boss insists, his fond, exasperated smile growing less and less fond and more and more exasperated with each time he has to repeat it to one of them.

Lance doesn’t blame him, he would be very specific too about his craft if he was … well, as crafty as Takashi “Shiro” Shirogane, his associate and their apprentices.

While Shiro splits his time between the kitchen and the till, Lance strictly works behind the counter, serving the customers and writing down the special orders.

And daydreaming about the way Shiro’s biceps flex so wonderfully in his tight shirt, and how mesmerizing are his eyes when he watches someone trying something new fresh out of the oven …

“Lance?”

And just how beautiful he is, inside and out.

“For Apicius’ sake, Lance, snap out of it!”

Lance blinks back into the moment and back to the voice calling his name in such a pissed off manner.

Sure enough, Lance’s binome glares at him, angrily shoving delicate little chouquettes in a paper bag while their customer smiles at them, her eyes moving back between them as if watching a tennis match.

“Yes, my dear colleague, how can I help you?” he replies sweetly--too sweetly to be subtle, if the intensification of Keith’s glare (and of the customer’s giggle) is any indication.

“For the third time, since we apparently lost you in the void between your ears,” Keith replies in the same dulcet tone, “can you, please, if it’s not too much of an imposition for you to move, get in the kitchen and get back mille-feuilles for the showcase?”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Lance says, winking at the still-giggling customer while simultaneously hip-checking Keith out of his way, “of course, of course.”

Keith’s sigh still reaches Lance’s ears before the door closes between the two rooms. Lance takes a moment to breathe.

As much as he finds Shiro attractive and amazing, he cannot shake the itch that has crawled under his skin ever since he met Keith Kogane.

A need to punch him in his perfect face, with his fist or with his mouth, the jury is still out on that one.

Keith has seniority over Lance but he also works only in the front of the store.

And thus lays Lance’s problem.

While he can escape Shiro’s … shironess every now and then, Keith’s mindfucking keithness is always around him, hovering, glaring, grumbling in a way that should not be as sexy as it is, dammit.

So, yeah, Lance is in a hell of his own making and, heartache be damned, he loves every minute of it.

Okay, this has gone on for too long.

Lance cannot prove it, but he would bet his favorite nerfgun that Shiro is doing it on purpose.

It here serves as a summary of everything that Shiro does around the shop: carelessly shaking his hips to the sound of the music drifting from the records shop next door, licking the tip of his fingers when he accidentally gets cream on them.

Accidentally, right, as if.

And he supposes Shiro also left a flour handprint on Keith’s ass by accident.

By all that he holds dear, Lance is not mentally equipped to deal with the image of those two together, together.

Separately, they are already forces to be reckoned with and Lance tries really har--ahem--he really tries his best to stay professional and not do something stupid, like drool all over them.

But if they are together?

Well, that takes care of his fantasies of dating either of them, but that sparks a fire under the possibility of dating them both.

Madre de dios, he’s only human and that’s just, to quote the great 21st century philosopher Bruno Mars, too hot, hot damn.

Lance sighs before shaking his head.

He needs to focus. If he cannot have the man, men, whatever, of his dreams, then he’s going to work, and have one aspect of his life that will be successful.

Oh, they’re out of Divorcés.

As there are no customers in the shop at the moment, Lance skips to the kitchen to get a tray of the delicious pastry.

Except that there is a conversation taking place that he is not supposed to hear and cannot resist any way.

“... insane, Shiro.”

“It would be complicated, sure, but--”

“Complicated? Try disastrous. You know that I agree with you on how attractive he is, but bringing him into our relationship? Let me spell it out for you: D-I-S-...”

“Keith …”

“Shiro …”

“Come on, babe,” a soft, wet sound pauses the conversation, “you’re always ranting about ways to shut him up.”

A soft laugh answers that, one that Lance would definitely characterize as a giggle if it didn’t come out of Keith “Badass” Kogane’s lips.

“You think that would do the trick?”

“No,” Shiro replies, laughter in the back of his voice, “but maybe you wouldn’t object if what came out of that beautiful, pouty mouth was moans and your name.”

“Or yours.”

“Or both.”

“God, Shiro …”

More wet sound that leaves little to Lance’s overactive imagination, and he flees the hallway to get back to the safety of the bright shop, where no one talks about threesomes and moaning and beautiful bodies intertwined …

Lance snaps his eyes shut and takes a deep breath just as the bell over the door rings.

“Welcome to Paladelicious, how can I sweeten your day?” he says reflexively, putting a smile on his face.

If he focuses on his job, he’ll find a way to bury his feelings, be it his lust or his jealousy over the man Shiro and Keith apparently want to bring into their bed.

Lucky bastard.

Or he can quit.

Lance doesn’t want to, he really likes this job, especially since he adores the world of pastry and really could see himself thriving in this field.

But.

This is just too painful.

He knows that neither Shiro nor Keith saw him eavesdropping on them, but ever since that day, Keith’s glare only intensified and Shiro is …

Well Shiro is Shiro, welcoming and warm like a cozy sweater and a hot chocolate with cinnamon sprinkled on top, but there is something behind his gaze that pulls on Lance’s heartstrings.

It’s with a heavy heart indeed that Lance came to the conclusion that he has to leave Paladelicious, and he’s not the only one already regretting it.

“Dude.”

“Hunk, don’t try to change my mind.”

“B-but, Lance!” Hunk still continues while Lance keeps on writing his resignation letter to Shiro--yes, he’s taking the cowards way out of writing to instead of facing Shiro, but can anyone really blame him?

“Lance, Lance, Lance, Lance, I’ll continue to say your name until you stop and look at me, Lance, Lance, Lance, L--”

“Hunk! Stop it,” Lance replies, making the rookie mistake of looking up at his best friend.

Because in spite of his height and bulk, the only real danger coming from Hunk Garrett is his puppy eyes.

“You don’t really want to leave us, do you Lance?”

“Of course I don’t want to!” Lance explodes. “But the alternative, it’s just too … too much for my--”

Before Lance can finish his sentence, his mouth finds itself otherwise occupied.

With an oversized chou, which is definitely on the petit side.

“Hmph!!!”

“Eat.”

“Hunpbdfrr!”

“You’ll thank me later. No one can be as moody as you were after my praline’d crème pat. And then we can close this silly conversation.”

As reluctant as he may be, Lance has to admit it: Hunk’s crème patissiere could ungrump the grumpiest of Grumps.

“Grumph.”

“Swallow.”

Lance laughs, most of the chou soothing his soul and filling his stomach already. “You know I always do.”

Behind them, at the piano, Pidge tsks as they boil several caramels in copper pans.

“Now, do you still want to leave? That means no more free goodies.”

“You’d still feed me some goodies when we get together, Hunk, don’t lie to yourself.”

Hunk blushes. “You’re probably right. But no more trying out my ideas if you’re not here.”

“You wanna leave?”

All three heads turn toward the door where Keith is standing, face even paler than usual and, oh dear Lord who has no mercy on Lance, hair tied in a messy bun.

Hunk and Pidge turn to Lance, a question in their eyes. What are you going to do now?

“I--I have considered it,” Lance mumbles. “May be best for everybody, all things considered.”

Even though I don’t want to. Even though it will hurt like a thousand knives dipped in hot sauce.

“But, I thought we--we bonded ...,”Keith opens and closes his mouth repeatedly, eyebrows going from a frown to sad before settling on anger again; funny how Lance never noticed how expressive those eyebrows were before.

“Fine,” Keith finally says, voice a lot colder than it ever was. “Do whatever you want, like I care. Not having to deal with you will bemmph?!”

Apparently, chou-shoving is Hunk’s move of the day.

“Do not. Finish. That sentence.” Hunk’s voice is frighteningly normal. Lance would be glad not to be on the receiving end of that tone if his mind was not replaying Keith’s words on repeat, with added acidic commentary.

Like I care. See, silly, he really does not need you in his life, not even as a co-worker so can you imagine dating him? It’s a wonder how you can even walk and breathe at the same time. Time for you to be useless somewhere else.

“Hunk, what the hell?!”

“We want Lance to stay and you are being mean.”

“You could have killed me!”

“With a chou? A deadly weapon for sure.”

“Guys?”

“What?”

“Lance left.”

Hunk glares at Keith. “Go fix what you broke.”

“But …”

“I am not afflicted with Lance’s obliviousness. Go; get him back. For everybody’s sake.”

Keith repeats his goldfish impression before giving Hunk a firm nod and rushing out.

Hunk picks a chou from the plate and munches on it. “Stupid men being stupid, amiright?”

Pidge nods vigorously, opening the chou open to suck on the creme. “Men being men, then.”

“Hey!”

“Not all men are as wise as you, Mr Garrett.”

“A’right, can’t deny it.”

Shiro doesn’t say a word, once Keith is done explaining what just happened in the lab.

He doesn’t frown, he doesn’t glare, he doesn’t yell.

He stands, shakes his head and opens the door to his office, aka the door to the back alley behind the store, nodding toward his bike.

Overall, Keith feels shittier than he did when he heard Hunk talking about Lance leaving, which is saying something.

He almost would have preferred for Shiro to scream at him.

At a redlight between the store and Lance’s place, Shiro pats Keith’s hands crossed over his stomach.

In Shironese, that pat means “it will be okay but you fucked up, my love.”

Keith tightens his hold on him.

In Keithan, that means “I am so sorry I got scared I fucked please forgive me.”

Since Lance took the bus back to his place, the three of them arrive at the same time.

Keith can see the moment Lance spots them on Shiro’s bike: Lance’s eyes widen and he stumbles.

“Lance, can we have a word?”

God bless Shiro for keeping his cool.

“What more is there to say?” Lance replies dejectedly with the saddest shrug Keith has ever witnessed. Now that he’s closer, Keith can see how red his eyes are and how pink his nose, and he cannot help the mixed feelings of guilt and adoration for the man standing in front of them that threaten to submerge him.

“I think Keith here has something to say,” Shiro replies softly, not so gently nudging Keith forward. “And I wouldn’t mind adding my two cents to what seems to be a classic miscommunication-provoked mess.”

Lance considers them, the unhappy downturn of his mouth increasing until he sighs, dropping his head to his chest. “Fine, come on up.”

Shiro and Keith exchange a look before following Lance up the flights of stairs leading to his apartment.

Keith spares a second to take in his environment and he has to repress the smile that threatens to appear at the sight around him. Lance’s place looks, well, it looks like him, warm and just a little bit messy but inviting and comfortable.

“Keith?” Shiro calls him, one eyebrow raised perfectly to push Keith to get on with his apology already.

Keith turns to Lance with a deep, strengthening breath. “Lance, I--I’m sorry for what I said back at the shop. I felt, um, I was hurt by the idea of you leaving us so suddenly, because, well, I--I, err, don’t want you to leave. The shop. Or,” he pauses, blidnly reaching for Shiro behind him, “or us, really.”

Lance’s eyes drop to their joined hands and if anything, his arms tighten around his torso.

Almost as if he’s trying to hold himself together.

“We don’t want you to leave,” Shiro repeats, taking a step toward Lance while still holding Keith’s hand.

Lance’s frown increases. “‘S not like I’m such an important cog in the Paladelicious’ machine,” he mumbles, turning his back to them.

Shiro blinks before sighing fondly. Keith is familiar with that sigh.

It’s Shiro’s “God knows why I am getting myself in such a mess, but boy do I love every minute with you” sigh.

“Lance,” he says quietly, letting go of Keith’s hand to put both his hands on Lance’s shoulders, “I didn’t say a word about my store.”

Lance freezes before following the motion Shiro’s hands are provoking.

When he faces them again, his eyes are wide and shiny. “What are you sayin’?”

“I’m saying that we,” Shiro moves his hands from Lance’s shoulders to his cheeks, “want you in our lives.”

Lance’s mouth parts open, eyes darting to Keith. “Both of you? You--with me?”

Keith takes the one step separating him from the two other men and cups the back of Lance’s head. “Both of us, with you,” he whispers before leaning over Shiro’s arm to lightly press his lips to Lance.

Pina colada flavored lipbalm. Of course.

Lance laughs and hiccups at the same time, resulting in an adorable “meep” sound. With one hand, he covers Shiro’s hand on his cheek while the other reaches for Keith’s waist.

“What do you say?” Shiro asks, voice barely above a murmur as he runs his nose along Lance’s temple before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I--I say,” Lance starts before pausing, eyes fluttering shut as Shiro continues on kissing odwn his cheek and jaw, “I say that I’m all in, baby!”

Both Shiro and Keith lean in to kiss Lance, which results in quite a messy situation where noses are bumped and lips don’t necessarily meet the previously aimed for location, but neither of them would have it any other way.

“Hey!” Lance exclaims, pushing both men away. “Does that mean you want to shut me up? I resent tha--mph!”

As a matter of fact, it turns out that Shiro was right.

Kissing the living Hell out of Lance is a perfectly efficient technique to shut him up.

The End.

#lemonjuiceday #sometimes i write #voltron au #vld #shklance #because i wanted to #food porn #you have been warned

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void-tiger · 5 years ago

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...screw it. I’ll *maybe* write an AU that’s from the point Takashi first crash lands back to Earth.

You know, one that has him having a twin and a preKerb friendgroup made up of Ryou, Lisa, Matt, Veronica, and Ginger (in my fanon she’s Hunk’s sister)? You know...Shiro actually having family and friends that then includes the Paladins? (Oh...and people actually at his launch other than Keith and the Holts. Well, the ones who weren’t currently deployed on their own missions at that time.)

Lots of rambling and thought-dumping as to how that might look plot-wise in a broader sense under the cut (along with other fixits)

Veronica’s seen ribbing her younger brother but also trying to cheer him and his assigned team back up before carrying on with her Garrison Job.

The Trio still sneaks out and runs into Keith causing not-well-thought-out shenanigans beyond a successful diversion.

The Trio+Keith run headlong into Ryou, Lisa, Veronica, and Ginger who had the exact same idea as their younger siblings/the idiot (former) cadet. They ARE Shiro’s friends, afterall. Only, they’re the “scientists” and stick Iverson and the REAL scientists with the sedatives instead of Shiro. (They also made more of an effort to keep an eye on Keith than Adam ever did. They’re also well-aware that Pidge is actually Katie and keep an eye on her, too, but decided not to push her about the shoddy disguise. They *might* be covering for her regarding Iverson&Co, though.)

(Also, the Shack belonged to Ryou and Shiro. But Keith’s staying there, too. Ryou’s not happy about Keith trying to bust Shiro out without him.)

After the initial confusion, the Actual Adults (barely!) TM take over and have everyone pile into their cars while they try to shake off the Garrison and eventually regroup back at the Shack. (Keith’s driving Shiro’s old bike back since he’s the one who took it out. Shiro’s placed in the back of Ryou’s car with the seats laid flat. Ryou’s back there trying to keep him restrained until they can do triage, with Lisa taking over as the driver. Everyone else is with Veronica and Ginger. Or, they all took a ScoobyDoo van from the start vs several cars.)

Shiro actually recognizes the entire Trio, but introduces himself, anyway. (He’s a pilot, not an engineer or analyst. And although Veronica and Ginger bragged about their baby brothers and Matt about his genius gremlin sister, and Ryou definitely bragged about Hunk’s progress, it just didn’t quite work out for him to meet the cadets personally, save maybe Pidge—PR, aviation instruction, and Kerberos prep kinda ate away at his time. He did keep an eye on Lance’s progress, but...any remnants of time kinda went to Adam before the breakup and mentoring Keith. (Ryou kinda just insisted on crashing in Shiro’s post-breakup issued room until the twins finally pooled their resources to buy the Shack.))

The hunt for the Blue Lion goes about the same, only the group’s larger. Blue still picks Lance, kidnaps everyone else like a box of kittens, and goes for a joyride before getting serious. (“YEP. That’s definitely your Lion, Lance,” Veronica snarks.) The same Paladins experience the Vision as before, with the others giving them strange looks when they all randomly zonked out in tandem for half a second.

They eventually end up in Arus’s solar system. (The adults are very, very glad that they didn’t ever have time for pets. (And in this version, Ginger isn’t already a mother, and the Adults are all about 23-26, give or take.) Then internally freaking out about kidnapping a bunch of kids by accident, and kicking themselves about not having any sort of letters ready for everyone’s family. That...could’ve been thought out better (and moves to the top of their priority list. Galaxies away or not, mean purple aliens kinda implies they’ll be gone for awhile. With...a bunch of kids.)

They wake up Allura, but Ryou’s the one to catch her. Veronica twists Lance’s ear before he ever opens her mouth. (“Yeah yeah I know. She’s gorgeous. But not the time.”) (RIP, Lance’s ears...they’re not safe in any reality.) Allura and Coran pull up their starcharts...and discover the same, awful news. The adults herd everybody out to give the Alteans some space to grieve in private.

Allura starts to describe the Lions, but the group interrupts her. (“Uh...we kinda saw a big giant robot in our heads?” “Yeah, and it was freaky watching them all look like zombies for half a second, so hard pass.”) The rest of it goes on as usual, only Lance gets whacked for self-postulating, and Blue actually gets a description this time.

The soon-to-be Paladins split up to look for their Lions, with Keith still at the Castle. Ryou and Ginger set to work helping Coran get the Castle operational again, while Lisa and Veronica take on the task of helping Allura sift through 10,000 years of data backlogged.

Obviously certain events like Sendak capturing the Castle and Crystal Venom would play out somewhat differently. For one, neither Ryou or Lisa would leave Shiro alone. And at least one of them would probably stand with Coran about the ethics about all of it, even if they reluctantly agree that it’s the best option they have.

As far as Shiro’s disappearance, they catch on a LOT sooner that Black’s damaged and actually curling protectively around Shiro. (You know. Like Toothless and Hiccup. Just sayin’.) (As well as an explanation as to why Shiro ended up stored within BlackLion during the fight to protect him, while the other Paladins were not by their own Lions.)

Jiro still shows up thinking he’s Shiro, but has the others gently inform him that no, no he’s not. (Shiro may or may not be already out of BlackLion and recovering.) Jiro consents to having extensive tests done. They find all of Haggar’s implants (and discover that Shiro actually got stuck with a few of his own that Black separated from him when they extracted him out...now that they know what they’re looking at. Oh, and the Blacktashi Bond’s still well and good, but Shiro does have more trauma to work through. At best Shiro’s unconscious the entire time he was stored as energy particle. At worst? Sensory deprivation and FullBody Amputation. Nothing about Shiro being suspended in the Void could’ve been pleasant, even though Black was well-intentioned.) Once free from her control, Jiro’s more determined than ever to take her and the Galra empire down. (As well as freeing the other clones. The others share that sentiment, but especially the Shirogane Twin, who decide to accept Jiro as their “triplet from another mother”.)

Jiro still longs to be a Paladin, though. Allura and Lisa gradually over time begin to share that same longing. Eventually they feel a sort of phantom bond that mimics the one Jiro has with Black not just with the OG Lions, but also an even stronger one they can’t quite pinpoint. They eventually learn that they’re being Called by the second meteor.

Lotor’s still a rival right about the same time. However, by the time he tricks the Paladins into going after the meteor for him, the Castle’s a better match for his ship vs him getting away. (Because, you know. The OG Paladins are still with their Lions. And although Allura went with them to explore the distress call, Coran had Jiro&Co to help him man the Castle.) They fight to a standstill, then eventually call a ceasefire. They’re better about uncovering WHY Lotor wants the meteor/quintessence. Also the surviving Alteans are members of his crew, albeit still disguised to protect them from the Empire. They evacuate the colony vs sticking around. Lotor wants the quintessence first to end balmera mining and komar stripping, but also to have a second attempt at making the colony work.

Allura and Coran are shocked to learn that they’re not the last of their race, but eventually Lotor agrees to carefully continue checking Honerva’s research with Team Voltron&Co before deciding what to do with the comet, and if Lotor’s idea for “unlimited quintessence” is even possible...which eventually leads them to Orionde. (*drops better explanation about that pocket dimension HERE*) Also, the other Paladins probably make it through with both Allura and Lotor in-tow once they stop fighting the Lion and instead evade or request permission to enter (hey, it’d be a nice callback to A Bond Cannot Be Forced), but only Allura and Lotor make it all the way to the end.

When Allura and Lotor rejoin the Paladins and the rest of their crews, Lotor agrees to abandon his attempts to reopen the Quintessence Rift on the remains of Daibazaal--at best Haggar could then seize it and do unspeakable damage. At worst, all of Reality folds in on itself and collapses. There are no shortcuts.

Team Voltron press to know why the Galra covet so much quintessence in the first place:if it’s just to power their technology, then surely it’s past time to discover other means of energy. Lotor reluctantly reveals that the Galra are essentially extinct: what started as a way to extend their lifespans gradually mutated them overtime into no longer being genetically compatible with other members of their own race. They either continue taking the quintessence, or die off. Team Voltron then questions if Lotor and his Generals have that same problem--turns out, yes and no. The Galra are somehow still able to reproduce with other races (which he, Keith, and the generals are the proof of), but there are often complications with those pregnancies. In addition, Lotor and his generals spent enough of their early lives eating quintessence-enriched foods to have developed that same addiction they’re still struggling to ween themselves off of, if it’s even possible at all.

Jiro then casually waves as proof that the Galra have successful cloning...so why not just genetically engineer the next generation to NOT have quintessence dependencies and whatever other genetic mutations that are dooming the Galra. Lotor stares at the clone dumbfounded--he hadn’t even considered that. (Aka, sometimes you need a fresh set of eyes to find plausible solutions to problems.) (*cue Save the Galra subplot mixed in around Typical Campy and Main Plot Adventures*)

The meteor is also used to create three new Lions, who immediately Bond with Allura, Jiro, and Lisa.

(For continuity’s sake? Let’s just say Lotor was never declared Emperor Pro-Tem, but always remained exiled/an outlaw.)

(*campy episodes*)

Pidge and Shiro finally find Matt. However, Matt now needs a brace for the leg Shiro injured while posing as “preChampion” to be able to support him. Shiro’s extremely guilt-ridden over it, but Matt assures him that ultimately it did save his life, and instead of having him transferred to a mining penal colony, he actually got transferred as a researcher after fixing the transport. After that, he bid his time for a chance to escape...which he eventually did when his scheme serendipitously coincided with a rebel attack. Unfortunately, Sam didn’t survive, Matt learned post-escape. The stress killed him well before his transport ever took him to a penal colony.

Voltron’s allies continue to grow. However, Zarkon finally recovers right about the time the Blades discover a quintessence supply chain of a new kind of quintessence...which eventually leads to the discovery of SEVERAL cloning fascilities where BlackPaladin Grade Quintessence is being harvested from hundreds of thousands of Shirogane Clones. Takashi, Ryou, and Jiro are all understandably outraged and physically sick at the revelation. Jiro also questions if his quintessence mimicking Shiro’s is the only reason why the BlackLion saved him at all [despite knowing where/having back her Paladin.] Shiro and Ryou try to reassure Jiro that that can’t be the reason/that he has his own value/etc, but Jiro’s unable to quite believe them.

The clones are finally freed (*cue tense battle here*), and like Jiro, many of them are pissed and choose to join the Rebels’ Ranks in various fields as both payback and a genuine desire to help and explore.

(*cue MORE SciFi Camp and Diplomacy etc*)

Eventually there’s another showdown with Zarkon, Haggar, and Company, spanning either into one massive battle or several smaller ones happening at once. Zarkon’s more powerful than ever thanks to the stolen Shirogane Quintessence Haggar used to revive him (that he continued to nom on up until the clones were rescued, although he still had his stockpile to ration)...but his attempts to seize the BlackLion/bust apart Voltron that way fail spectacularly. The Bond cannot be forced, and blacktashi healed eachother.

Zarkon then summons his anti-voltron made from finally successful robeasts with living pilots. (it’s...a work in progress. as in, how does Sendak fit in, or prolly instead Sendak’s Clone, etc etc. But ultimately some of the previous antagonists return, after they got much more backstory etc in Campy TM stuff) (*cue mech battle*)

Allura finally has her match against Haggar and wins.

(Lotor&Co have their own role, but idk what)

At last...Zarkon and Haggar are defeated, with the bulk of their forces either killed, in custody, or on the run.

Lotor fights his way to the top of the Kral Zera to light his flame. However, his rule and insistence on change isn’t popular with the bulk of the remaining empire after 10,000 years under Zarkon. The remnants of Zarkon’s forces also try to cause trouble. There’s also tension with Voltron and the former Rebel Coalition as the universe attempts to rebuild their societies after being subjugated for so long.

The surviving Alteans also long for their own planet and begin to rebuild their culture now that the Galran threat is finally gone, but they’re still vulnerable.

(Earth’s solar system also may or may not have been destroyed near the end of the 10,000 year war, with the surviving humans mainly being the former Galaxy Garrison, so they’re looking for their own planet/system, too.)

(*cue MORE Save the Galra...and The Galra Have Entered The Planet Race!*)

So, you know. Basically an adaptation of Vehicle Voltron as a “post game”.

Aaand, yet more smatterings of SciFi Camp as they rebuild/are Really Really finally at peace, and they finally just get to explore and experience the sort of Paladinship their predecessors did before Zarkon dragged everyone into the 10,000 year war. Because exploration/campy vld stories are always fun.

#long post #read more #vld au #take it back to the start #fixit fic #plot bunny corral #I wanna know what shiro having his own friendgroup would look like...and them being just as dorky and stubborn as he is alright?#except them actually being on earth when Shiro crashes (oh and actually being at his launch? or some of them?)#(vs...them being already deployed in space. which is my excuse for VeeLaDeeFixit)#then of course taking the same elements and past voltron elements and hopefully making a better fusion. or at least less grimdark

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fuckyeahshirogane · 7 years ago

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What can I say that will even remotely read like something special? Aside a million thank you to everyone who has spread the word of this blog and has contributed to it! Thank you all for sharing with us, the love for this man. To be glad to see him alive and with his family once more is the same feeling we feel for all of you. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts, we seriously wouldn’t have made it without you.

2,224 of you! That’s a huge number, one that I cannot wrap our mind around yet! But like all promise, I try to keep! IT’S CONTEST TIME! :)

What’s the winning prize? Well!

That’s right, we are giving away this beautiful Black Paladin jacket! (PERSONAL photos are mine! YES, THEY ARE WORKING POCKETS!!!) So that you can share your love for Shiro with you anywhere you go! Now you ask how does the contest work? The rules are simple;

1. YOU MUST BE ALREADY following this blog! We will check at the end of the contest if your blog is a side blog or a bot. So if you try, you will be disqualified off and you will not be able to enter any further future contest in this blog. 2. You can like this post - it does count towards! 3. You can reblog this post a total of 3 times. (It minimizes the amount of how many enter by reblogs!) 4. You can enter if you are not in the USA, as we do ship internationally! 5. Final note, have fun! :)

Contest starts today June 17, 2018, and will end July 12, 2018 (this is BEFORE I go to a con! So I can ship it before I leave!) eastern USA time!

If you want confirmation this works! You can ask our previous winner in the past! :) They will be able to tell you without a problem they got their rewards! Overall, thank you on behalf of Fuckyeah! Shirogane!

And especially from me, Shibe, for helping me spread the love for Takashi Shirogane. I love him so much!!!!!

#contest #[a shibe was here]#admin talks #ITS BEGUN!! ^_^#HAVE FUN!

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alamhiganbard-blog · 6 years ago

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Bio and Description

Arthur “Red” Redington

-Basic Info-

Age: 28

Birthday: 11th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon

Race: Ala Mhigan

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Relationship Status: Single

OOC:

Timezone: EST

Server: Balmung

-Physical Appearance-

Hair: Reddish brown in color. Faded up the sides and long on the top, tied into a knot at the back with some hanging loose. His beard matches his hair in color and is well groomed. It’s thick and meets his sideburns.

Eyes: Vibrant Aquamarine

Height: 6′5″

Build: Muscular, fit.

Distinguishing Features:

Scars: One laterally oriented scar under his left eye. One diagonal scar above his right eye. The rest of his body has a few battle scars but not too many.

Tattoos: If you were to ever see him in short sleeves or shirtless he has a full sleeve tattoo on both arms that stop just before the wrist. They would join on his back and the upper part of his chest. They are mostly depictions of traditional Ala Mhigan Warriors in combat up the arms, the chest would be of the battles turning to music notes that lead to the body of a lute (not the neck) where the notes are coming from. The back would turn into a larger scene of battle that meets in the spine with a lighting bolt down each side of the spine and Rhalgr's beacon on the actual spine.

Metal Claws: While this should fall under Equipment, it is more of distinguishable feature in my eyes. Whenever he is outside of the house he wears black metallic claws rather than gloves.

Common Equipment:

More often than not, he wears a belt cluttered with various tools, gadgets, and vials of potions and samples. Always attached to the back of the belt is a small bag to carry various other, smaller, items.

Whether you see it your not, he is always carrying a boot knife and a pistol, though the pistol is concealed. This is on top of whatever his main weapon of choice at the time is.

Because they truly are important, I will say them again. He often wears black metal claws in place of gloves.

He never leaves home without his trusty flask filled with Ala Mhigan Bourbon.

Around his neck he wears protection charm. It has a wolf’s tooth attached to a black piece of twine, with two red beads on either side of it.

-Personal-

Profession: Bard | Red Mage | Businessman | Ex-Resistance | Void Investigator

Likes:

Ala Mhigan Bourbon on the rocks with a splash of Vermouth, but Ala Mhigan Bourbon straight is a-okay too

Spending time with friends

A good performance

Music

A good mystery

The pursuit of knowledge

Cooking

Fishing

Reading

His companion, Talon (Chocobo)

Fellow Ala Mhigans (Especially other Ex-Resistance fighters)

The Bull of Ala Mhigo

Dislikes:

Traitors to Ala Mhigo

Slavers

Rapists

Abuse of Knowledge

Languages:

Common

Garlean

Residence:

Shirogane, Hingashi (Apartment)

Mists, Aldenard (Company House)

Birthplace: Ala Mhigo, Gyr Abania

Religious Beliefs: The Twelve, but he isn’t too religious

Fears:

Being seen as weak

Finding love and it being ripped away

Loneliness and being abandoned

Never living up to his potential

Never having a family of his own

-Relationships-

Significant Other: N/A

Spouse: N/A

Children: N/A

Parents:

Slade Redington (Deceased): A proud and powerful Ala Mhigan businessman and warrior. He was smart and rich, which made him a threat. He was executed in the streets in front of Arthur and his mother. His final words were “Liberty or Death!” He was truly a son of Ala Mhigo.

Emma Redington (Deceased): A sweet and loving Ala Mhigan mother and performer. While she was busy raising Arthur, she often would help Slade with the books. She would also travel around Gyr Abania putting on shows for the populace in an attempt to lift their spirits. She sacrificed herself to get Arthur out of Garlean Occupied Ala Mhigo and to the Shroud.

Siblings: N/A

“Extended Family:”

Gemeaux Beaudonet: The youngest of the Beaudonet Noble family of Ishgard. Gem is like a brother to Arthur, going through some training with him, and being a staunch, albeit it pompous, friend to him.

Suto Shadowbell: Ysegawa Toyatomi’s younger, adopted, brother. Co-owner of the Crimson Tide Trading Company, and manager. Suto is like a younger brother to Arthur, and he acts like it too.

Ysegawa Toyatomi: Another man who is seen as a brother in Arthur’s eyes, who greatly helped the Resistance effort and Arthur as well after the liberation.

Pets:

Edger: A loving and annoying black cat who Arthur adopted shortly after the Liberation. He resides in Arthur’s apartment, knocking over things and trying to eat his food.

-Traits-

*Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

-Additional Information-

Smoking Habit: Yes, he smokes a custom blend of tobacco leaves, dried vanilla fruit, and cinnamon. The smoke is always sweet smelling, taking on the aroma of the vanilla and cinnamon more than the actual tobacco.

Drugs: Dabbled in the past, however has been off them since the Liberation.

Alcohol: All the fucking time.

-RP Hooks-

Businessman: Arthur is a businessman and the Co-Owner and Head Honcho of the Crimson Tide Trading Company. He is always looking for new contacts, friends, and especially personnel. His father would be very well known around Ala Mhigan business circles, and his last name would catch attention of those within these circles.

Resistance Fighter: A proud member of the Ala Mhigan resistance movement for over five years, he grew through the ranks to become a Commander of one of the splinter cells of the resistance. He would have been known for leading numerous successful raids and counters against the Empire. His name would not be a unknown one to those who were members of the Resistance, especially those stationed in or around the Peaks, or who fought in the Liberation. He would have been known as the Bardic Commander, a skilled archer and musician who would serenade his troops when they were in the camps, attempting to calm their nerves and garner morale.

Who you gonna call?: His experience from learning void detection and investigation under House Beaudonet has given him the skills and ability to effectively and efficiently investigate and hunt voidsent. This is more of a side job to him, but he is more than willing to look into matters for those in need. If anyone is looking for a case to be solved, or even another investigator is looking for a second pair of eyes or a second blade on a case or hunt, he is open and willing to help.

Musician: He was taught at a young age to play various instruments, by his mother. She was a great performer and he seemed to have a natural knack for it. When she died, he set aside playing music for a while, until he joined the Resistance. There, he became known as the Bardic Commander, a skilled bowman, but most importantly a performer for his fighters, often raising morale when there was little. He always keeps an instrument on his person, just in case.

Red Mage: While he is no master, he is also no novice. His Aether would show his dedication and skill to the practice of red magic. The rapier often at his hip would also be quite telling.

Mercenary: While working as a businessman, he has realized that the world of trading is not quite for him. While he still works with and for a trading company, he has returned to a life of combat as a mercenary. At least in his spare time.

Ala Mhigan Soldier: With the recent outbreak of war, Arthur has returned to the front lines as a soldier for his homeland, Ala Mhigo. From time to time he gets deployed to the field and cannot be reached.

-Contact Information-

Discord: Red=VX9=#8235

Tumblr: @alamhiganbard

If anyone is interested in Rping or something, feel free to contact me. I’m laid back for the most part about being contacted. As for how to better get my attention the fastest, discord. Its on my phone and Tumblr isn’t. Rp in game is preferred, however if you really want to Rp in discord, then just ask first. I am EST, so for those on the west coast, I’m up early and down late for you. But that is no problem on my part, it just might mean that I wont get back to you until the next day. Rp themes for me would fall under the All category. Hope you enjoyed the read, and if you didn’t, that sucks haha!

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dangan-ronpa-imagines · 7 years ago

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Could we have all the ways the DR3 kids act at parties?

I wish I can drink

Legally ~ Mod Eri

Kokichi Ouma: Y’all know damn well this man putting some laxative or alcohol in these fruit punch bowls y’know the one’s from the 90′s where you pour it in your cup with a fucking spoon and he will stay sober doing it. He laughs at everyone’s drunken stupor, will record anyone who is dumb enough to trust him in their presence. That one kid where you don’t know where his invite came from except now he’s suggesting trashing the principal’s office and you’re kinda like

A’ight

Shuichi Saihara: The type to desperately find his group of friends as soon as physically possible. Will have a shot here and there, but only because everyone around him seems to be doing it, so fuck it. Only at his worst of nights will he drink excessively, and someone has to put a stop to it right now immediately because he will drink himself to a coma. Does not condone any of Kokichi Ouma’s behavior and will certainly try to stop it. Good luck.

Kaede Akamatsu: Will not drink, and expects that everyone else will do the same… and when they don’t she begs them to drink less. Everyone will find some way to have a conversation with her because she is such a social butterfly, even if she doesn’t mean to be. Understands the fruit punch bowl is spiked, understands that everyone else knows, and then enjoys the rest of the night knowing she doesn’t have school tomorrow. Constantly walking around to find something to do.

Rantaro Amami: He’s like Ramona Flowers except when you do strike up a conversation with him, he accepts it and continues the discussion. Sits at some couch in the middle of the entertainment, popcorn in hand, watching Miu and Angie play beer pong in the name of Atua. Will partake in a shot or two, but other than that, he remains sober throughout the entire party. Will try, and fail, to stop Kokichi in the event that this party becomes too wild. Will invite girls upstairs to do their nails.

Miu Iruma: The LIFE of the party, and she damn well knows it. Miu can outdrink everyone in her class, and considers it her mission to become absolutely shitfaced drunk at the end of the night. If possible, she will find someone to sleep with if they’re so willing. Starts every single game of Truth or Dare, Never Have I Ever, Spin The Bottle, etc… she breaks hearts yet mends them at the same time. She isn’t innocent about any of those group activities either, and particularly singles out people like K1-BO or Gonta.

I dare ya’ to kiss him! Fuck him! I don’t care, just go in the closet!

Tsumugi Shirogane: Has to be the best dressed at this party or else it was a waste of her time. She is one to have no clue about the fruit punch bowl, the spoon brushing against the tip of her red solo cup without a clue in the world as to what its doing to her. Becomes hilariously touchy by the end of the night, and throws away all the shame or embarrassment she ever had. That being said, if she is lucky enough to be at a party where she’s comfortable and in her area, she finds a small group of people and tends to stick with them for the rest of the night. Perhaps they can go upstairs and study, without the music distracting them…

Korekiyo Shinguji: Literally no one invited him but he’s here anyway. Hi, nice to meet you I fucked my sister Remains oddly quiet throughout the ordeal, choosing to only witness the disaster that follows when Miu bares her chest for her classmates to see or when Tenko’s fist meets a guy’s face upon unwanted advances… forms of entertainment, he supposes. He brings up voodoo or some shit like that to some classmate that tagged along for the ride, and somehow only candles are lighting up the house and there’s a seance happening. Everyone’s already drunk, might as well

This is where people like Shuichi or Kaede promptly flee.

Maki Harukawa: No one talk to her or else they face the consequences. Doesn’t want to be here in the first place except Kaito promised it would be fun except… she’s not having fun. Her arms are crossed as she sits in the corner and eyes the punch bowl, and she makes up some stupid joke about what is it called when people wait to have a cup of juice? A punch line and it’s so dumb she wants to actually, physically punch someone for it. She does seem to be more at ease when someone she likes begins a conversation with her, but tries to find any possible way to leave or reach somewhere more quiet.

K1-BO: Would also rather be anywhere else but here, but appreciates the sentiment of having able to study the behavior of his classmates and friends in such a situation. Perhaps, he thinks, he will be able to understand the life of a teenager this way. Partakes in the occasional drink that he cannot understand a buzz to, and hops into an occasional game of Never Have I Ever where… he takes one sip from his beverage. Everyone around him is babbling and cursing and he has to attempt desperately to stay sane in a party where everyone lacks shame or understanding of their behavior in public. Spends the rest of it running away from Miu

Kaito Momota: A man who can outdrink Miu, although he only does it if he has to. He is also a social butterfly, but he will make sure people like Maki are comfortable if need be; he is also a prime player in all drinking games, and refuses to leave the party without having fun. If he decides that parties are not his thing, not a problem; the blur and muffle of different genres behind his ear allow such beautiful stargazing. Those are the days where he can’t help but remain absolutely, positively sober… just so he can enjoy a life dwindling before him.

Himiko Yumeno: QUALITY ENTERTAINMENT RIGHT HERE. People not used to her talent will go batshit crazy for her magic tricks; she would pull a bunny out of her hat in front of a group of people, and no one would notice that obvious trick she pulled because everyone present doesn’t even know how to walk in a straight line. Has her own table of Dungeons and Dragons that nerds and jocks alike flock to, simply because no one seems to want to do anything but drink and see what happens. Everyone wants to be her friend afterward, especially after she just PULLED OUT THEIR CARD WHAT THE FUCK HOW DID SHE KNOW

Angie Yonaga: Angie Yonaga drinks for fun. In the name of Atua, she relies on her entertainment through the strength and will of her God and… plays an insane game of beer pong. Her hands seem to be adept on something other than art, to their surprise, but people are shook when she downs the drink swishing around in her cup like its nothing. Secretly tries to lure people in the realm of Atua and his greatness, and has no problem luring anyone she likes to bed. If Atua allows it, then who is she to deny?

Gonta Gokuhara: This isn’t what he signed up for. Someone promised him bugs… yet, now he feels as if his feet don’t meet the ground. His vision is swaying as the people chatter around him, downing red solo cups and stuffing food in their mouths. Before that, he is a naive gentlemen who attempts to get to know everyone at this party. He actively chooses not to partake in such games; as much as he wants to understand them and play, Miu is clutching at her chest and Angie’s public display of affection is getting a bit too much… so no. When he is drunk, you best believe he’s crashing at this place because there is no way he can last long in the wild with his consciousness not fully there.

Tenko Chabashira: Will make a party 100% more interesting if she sees a guy and they decide to get too close to her. Not only is it entertaining to everyone around her to see someone get beat up, but to see some guy get got? That’s why you go to parties, kiddies. Other than that, she will follow Himiko around and assist her on her magical tricks, even resting her chin on her shoulder as her best friend succeeds in her position as Dungeon Master I watched Stranger Things I got this Doesn’t drink that often unless there is only girls around, as she doesn’t trust men enough to let herself go around.

Now whoever spiked that punch bowl…

Kirumi Tojo: Does not understand for the life of her why these kids partake in such acts. However, she swoops down and picks up a beer can, a bottle… throwing it into the garbage. Sighs as she snatches a shot glass from one of her classmates. Her palm meets her face as she watches yet another one of her friends embarrass themselves around a group of people, with not a single care in the world as to what’s going to happen to them. That being said, certain acts of violence are entertaining to her… that brings about a chuckle. If you’re lucky enough to have Kirumi at your party, don’t let her go,,, make her stay long after the party ends

So she can do what you can’t: clean and make sure the school doesn’t hear about this.

Ryoma Hoshi: You forget he’s even there but it’s cool because he killed people and that’s kind of rad. Is a silent drinker, meaning that he prefers not to show off his tendency to stay sober after a certain amount of drinks. Chills in some corner with people like Maki except refuses to make any eye contact or begin any conversation… so then why are you here? Anyway, he must have gotten an invite from a close friend because he watches what goes down and there’s a small grin on his face because his classmates are so damn interesting and pure in their own ways. He wishes that he could get used to something like this.

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stuffandnosense · 7 years ago

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Never Ending: Message in a Bottle (Part 3)

** Much longer update this time! I hope you all enjoy it. Thank you so much for the interest in this story; I’ve been having a lot of fun writing it! And it wouldn’t be possible without everyone over at @altean-plance-au. Keep up the awesome work ya’ll! Loving it! **

** Additional Note: This is the story that may have suddenly turned into an epic monster in my head that I may or may not write all of after what I had originally planned for Message in a Bottle (which is almost done with)? I don’t know. We’ll see? If ya’ll are interested? **

Never Ending Oneshot | MiaB Part 1 | MiaB Part 2

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Pidge isn’t really sure what she’s expecting when Allura asks them all to sit. She knows there’s something she’s missing. That they’re all missing.

Allura waits until Shiro joins them, asking as soon as he walks in if something is wrong.

Lance doesn’t even answer. He just sticks his hand in Pidge’s face and she rolls her eyes at him and grabs it to show Shiro the strange glow that happens when they touch.

“What the…?” Shiro trails.

Hunk tells him about the vial they shattered and the way the energy absorbed into just the two of them. “And they spaced out for like a really, really long minute and they were staring at each other and not exactly acting like themselves and it was weird.”

“That,” Allura says, “is what I am going to attempt to explain.”

“Are you all right?” Shiro asks, glancing back and forth between Lance and Pidge.

Lance nods, Pidge shrugs, and then she feels a prodding at her face and realizes Lance is also poking her in the cheek.

“What are you doing!”

“Running tests, Pidge. For science. Look, this works too!” He holds a finger pressed into her face, and she can only see the edge of a faint glow out of the corner of her eye, but she can tell, at least, that he isn’t kidding.

“Is that really necessary?” she sighs.

She isn’t really angry. She knows what he’s doing. He’s anxious; he doesn’t know what Allura is going to tell them and he’s distracting himself by being slightly more ridiculous than usual. As if to prove her point Pidge turns to look at him, to shake his finger from her cheek, but when she’s facing him Lance plants the same fingertip right on her nose.

“Hey look! Pidge is Rudolph,” Lance crows. “I mean it’s teal, not red, but still. Space rudolph.”

“Okay already!” But she can’t help that her cheeks are going warm, and she’d like to kid herself but she’s pretty sure it’s not embarrassment.

“Lance,” Shiro says.

Allura, for once, already seems hesitant to continue. It isn’t something they’re used to seeing from her.

“It’s okay, Allura,” Hunk says as they all look her way again. “What’s up? What is it?”

She seems to take a deep breath and let it out to steady herself. “I scarcely know where to begin,” she says. “But Coran and I have recovered the data from a small personal computer found in the sphere, and it only seems right to share what we’ve found. However, it will require an explanation that might also help you to understand the behavior of the energy that is now affecting Pidge and Lance, as well as the dreams that some of you have been having.”

So much? In one explanation?

“Shiro,” Allura says. “When you were gone...we were eventually faced with the possibility of having to find a new paladin…”

Shiro nods. “Of course; you had to be able to form Voltron.”

“Yes...and the others asked how I had known which of you would pilot which lions when all of you first arrived here. I answered that I had simply...known, at the time. That I recognized the qualities within each of you, and how those corresponded to what I knew of each of the lions and their personalities.”

“Yeah,” Pidge says. “You said it just kind of...worked out. But that you wouldn’t know how to go searching the universe for a new paladin. It wasn’t like that.”

Allura nods. “Precisely. And…” She sighs. “While all of that is true, it is not the whole truth. There is a reason I knew what qualities each of you possessed. I do consider myself a decent judge of character, but I doubt anyone could have learned enough about all of you in the few minutes’ time I had talked to you to be able to make all of those judgments correctly.”

Lance shrugs. “Why not? I mean...I guess we all just kind of assumed it had to do with your...Altean...whatever. I don’t know.”

“What are you saying?” Shiro asks.

Allura sets her shoulders, looking at all of them for a long moment before she says anything else. Pidge thinks she looks almost...apologetic? But...why?

“The truth is that I knew what each of you were like because...because I recognized you. All of you. I knew you. I...I’d known you. On Altea, ten thousand years ago.”

They all blink at her, quiet, until Hunk breaks the silence. “Wait, what?”

Allura is already shaking her head at the perceived rest of the question. “I cannot tell you how it’s possible. That, really, is one reason why Coran and I said nothing before now. We didn’t understand it either, and we still do not. But...all of you...you’re not just similar to friends and family we once knew before Altea was destroyed. You are the same, right down to your names and personalities, strengths and, for the most part, abilities...all of it.”

“You asked me what was wrong with my ears…” Lance says. He isn’t really looking at anything. He’s studying the floor instead, not Allura.

“What?” Allura says.

“W-when you first woke up. When we found you.” He looks up then, his eyebrows high. “One of the first things you said. You asked me what was wrong with my ears. But...now we know you were already used to interacting with multiple species. You’d been around plenty of people who didn’t have ears like yours. Why would you ask that question?”

Pidge remembers it too, now. Allura had asked who they were before she’d focused on Lance’s face, and then...the ear question was the first thing she said after that.

But…

“Reincarnation?” Pidge asks. “But that doesn’t make any sense. Even after everything we’ve seen out here. I mean Earth has legends of it…”

“As does Altea,” Allura says. “It was never something taken seriously by the time period I lived in, but it was a part of Altea’s religious history. A story. Like Oriande.”

“Wait wait wait,” Hunk says. “I mean past lives sound cool and all but what the cheese? Who are you saying we were?”

“Yourselves,” Allura says. “But Altean. Hunk, I didn’t know you as well, but from what I remember you were an engineer at the castle - who was also quite well known for your culinary skills even then.”

“Nice!”

Coran looks wistful. “I can recall those juniberry pastries now. Your cooking is still as superb as it ever was, Number Two.”

Hunk doesn’t seem to be having as much trouble with this as the rest of them are. Shiro hasn’t said a word and Lance is staring wide-eyed at the floor again. Pidge isn’t sure what to do with herself.

“What about the rest of us, Princess?” Shiro asks quietly. He doesn’t seem sure he wants to know the answer.

She smiles softly, reassuringly - or at least, it’s clear that’s what she’s going for. Pidge’s stomach is roiling, but she isn’t sure why, and for some reason all she wants to do is reach out to Lance; she has to sit on her hands to keep from doing it. He’s straddling the chair he’s in, arms draped over the back, but his fingers are digging into the fabric covering it.

“You, Shiro...the last captain of the royal guard. The youngest in Altea’s history - not much older than you are now, and one of the best captains my father had.” She winces. “You were meant to be aboard the castle, in fact, when we launched that last day, but...I-I don’t remember what happened.”

Coran takes a small step forward, his hands clasped behind his back. “Your father rendered you unconscious and secured you in a pod, Princess. Captain Shirogane and the last of the guard left at the castle covered the entrance to protect you inside when the king went out to face Zarkon. However, Zarkon’s forces overran them, and then your father was and...I was forced to launch before they made it inside.”

Allura swallows. “That’s right...the last I remember, Zarkon was almost upon us.” She reaches to touch her advisor’s arm briefly. “Oh Coran, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were the one who had to make that decision.”

“My orders were to keep you safe.”

None of them want to interrupt the moment between the two Alteans, but Pidge can almost feel the tension in the room. If that’s what happened to Shiro, what about the rest of them?

Allura clears her throat and refocuses. “In any case, Pidge...I knew you the most. And not only you, either. When you found Matthew, and then your father...I recognized them as well.”

“M-My whole family…?” How? Just...how? It isn’t reasonable, not at all, and she has always had a problem with things that don’t fall within the realm of science. That has been changing since she left earth, and since she learned to bond with her lion among other things, but this?

“I have not seen a picture of your mother, but I can only assume. But your father was once my father’s brother...a prince of Altea, Pidge. And you and your brother also shared royal titles.”

Hunk leans in incredulously. “Pidge was a princess?!”

Shiro manages a weak smirk. “Matt was a prince?” Pidge can’t image what he’s feeling right now, processing news of his own former self’s supposed death, but at least he’s making a joke. She, meanwhile…

But it makes so much sense. She sees all of them in her dreams. Shiro in Altean armor, Hunk with Altean features holding a steaming pan of pastries in the castle’s kitchen, her father at King Alfor’s side. Matt and Shiro laughing…

“Were Matt and Shiro friends then too?” she asks. Just to know if, maybe, she’s really not crazy.

“Yes,” Allura nods. “And Lance and Keith were both students of Shiro’s - at different times, though. But Lance…”

“Spent a lot of time around...me. The other me. For some reason,” Pidge fills in. Lance’s head comes up halfway at that.

“Yes. He was part of the royal guard - your bodyguard.”

Lance pulls his head up the rest of the way, but he’s still not quite looking at any of them. “They had those powers, didn’t they? The ones we were dreaming about.”

“They did.” Allura lets out a quiet breath. “Perhaps it would make more sense if I showed you what we’ve found from the computer we rescued from the sphere.” She turns back to the console and pulls up a video that she quickly rewinds to the beginning before they can really see what’s there. Pidge finds herself holding her breath before the princess even presses play.

The video is dim, but the blue glow from the computer screen on the face is more than enough to make in unmistakable.

The Altean boy from her dreams. Lance. Different, hair, ears...exactly the way she sees them there. But it’s Lance. And the voice coming from off-screen in hers. Her voice. Saying words she has never remembered, like she thought she heard while looking through the images of the inside of the sphere back in the hangar.

I don’t know why I did this…

“ -ou don’t! Give it back!” the same voice is saying.

“Pidge, come on; what if there’s still somebody out there who could find this?”

And that is Lance’s voice. The same as it has always been. She can’t help looking at him now, beside her, as he watches their other selves on the screen - these people that, somehow, they once were. Again, she wants to reach out, but he looks so shaken she doesn’t know how he would take it.

Pidge looks back at the screen in time to see the Altean young man’s face soften as he looks offscreen at what must be her. And...that face. It’s not the face of a bodyguard. It’s the face of someone much closer to who they’re talking to. MUCH closer.

“What about Allura? If anything survived, the castle did; I’m sure of it. The king would have seen to that.”

When he tugs her into view Pidge gasps quietly and gets to her feet. It really is her, too. Somehow it doesn’t all feel real until that moment. Until she’s looking at her own face on the screen.

“Is it already recording?” her other self asks, squinting at the screen.

“No, of course n—” The other Lance stops and looks at it himself. “Oh wait…”

“It is,” his companion deadpans.

It’s so much like a conversation she and Lance might have any day even now, that Pidge almost feels dizzy.

On the screen Lance is brightening, showing off for the camera. “Hello, and welcome to our log! Surprise! We’re not dead. For now.”

Allura stops the video, leaving it frozen on the two of them - Lance, grinning, Pidge in the middle of facepalming. “We haven’t even watched more ourselves yet; I won’t force any of the rest of you to now, either. I don’t know what the rest of the logs will reveal, but there are a good number of them.”

“So...they really made that thing out there?” Hunk asks.

“The Avengers of Altea were real,” Pidge breathes. She looks at Lance, but he won’t meet her gaze for more than a moment before he looks away. “They were...us…”

And it seems relatively clear that they were...close. Somehow. Even if Allura won’t come out and say it yet.

Pidge’s heart sinks for a minute, wondering if that’s why Lance won’t look at her - if he has some sort of problem with the idea of it, even in another life.

Another life...It’s absurd. And why should it bother her if such an idea bothers him?

But it becomes clear that isn’t what it is when Lance gets up, fumbling in his jacket until he pulls something from an inside pocket. He approaches Allura almost hesitantly, and holds out what Pidge finally realizes is a worn picture. She can’t quite make it out from here, but she can see the dense grouping of faces.

“What about my family?” Lance asks. “Was my family the same?” It sounds almost desperate.

“Oh...I...I’m so sorry, Lance,” Allura says gently. “I didn’t know them then. I wouldn’t be able to tell you, I’m afraid.”

“Oh…”

“Lance? You okay man?” Hunk asks. He moves closer, but Lance backs toward the door before his friend can get to him.

“I um...I just…”

“It’s all right, Lance,” Shiro says. Pidge isn’t sure whether he’s trying to tell him all of this is all right, or if it’s all right to be upset by it. She supposes both are true, in any case.

But Lance is shaking his head, still backing away. “Is it?”

“Lance, wait!” Pidge calls. But he turns and is gone, she thinks, before he can even hear her.

She moves to go after him, but everyone else seems to have some instinct to do it too. She waves them off and Shiro seems to pick up the message first; he manages to keep the others at bay for her.

She doesn’t have to go far. Lance has stopped two corridor turns away in the direction of his room. She finds him leaning heavily into the wall.

“Lance…?”

She can only see his back, but his shoulders tense when she speaks up. “I thought I said don’t follow me?”

“You didn’t, actually.”

He lets out a breath and presses his back into the wall rather than his shoulder. So he isn’t facing her, but at least he isn’t facing away from her anymore. “Well, I thought it. Aggressively.”

“You could always run away again.”

Lance smirks briefly, but he doesn’t move. The smirk fades and his face crumples as if he’s in pain. Pidge waits for him to say something, because she’s pretty sure he’s going to if she waits and she doesn’t know what to say anyway. All she knows is that she needs to be here.

“Haven’t we had to deal with enough?” he asks after a moment or two.

“What do you mean? I mean...I know this is a lot to take in...I’m kind of reeling too...”

“I mean…” Lance makes a frustrated sound. “I mean, we left Earth, we left our families and most of our friends - everybody we care about except each other; everything we knew at home - to come out here and get in the middle of a war we didn’t even know existed before...and-and now we’re not even who we think we are?”

“I know…” It’s like the world has shifted. Nothing is quite what she thought it was. But...she still has her friends. Her team. Her family. It’s dizzying, but Pidge realizes, in that moment, that she isn’t actually upset. Confused? Yes. In need of some serious processing time? Definitely. Upset? No.

So what is Lance saying? The look on his face when Allura couldn’t tell him about his family comes back to her, and she places a hand tentatively on his chest, over the side of his jacket that holds the picture he pulled out back there.

“You’re still you, Lance. I know this is crazy, but—”

“What if I’m not?” He crosses his arms over his chest, dislodging her hand. “What if my family wasn’t the same like yours? M-My family wasn’t royalty or whatever like yours was—and the whole you being a princess thing is weird enough—”

“Gee thanks.”

“But if the family the...other me, or whatever, had wasn’t that important, why would they have been born again now? What would be the point? And I-If I’m just some person from ten thousand years ago who was dropped here to...I don’t know, be part of Voltron or whatever, is my family here even my family?” His voice breaks at that bit, and his eyes are filling with tears.

“Do I even really belong to my parents? Are my brothers and sisters even really mine?”

Lance’s shoulders are shaking now, and even though he hasn’t uncrossed his arms Pidge goes in to hug him anyway, before she can overthink it, because she can’t stand seeing him like this and he needs to stop this ridiculous line of thinking.

“Stop it. Lance. Stop,” she says insistently. “Of course they’re yours. Of course you belong.”

It takes a moment, but he un-crosses his arms from between them and returns the embrace loosely. “How do you know…?”

“I’m not saying I know the real answer...this is kind of uncharted territory...but from everything I’ve heard about them, I know they love you, Lance. A lot. So you belong. The rest doesn’t matter, okay?”

His grip on her tightens, but it doesn’t seem like agreement. The way his breathing picks up, it seems like fear.

“Lance?”

He lets go and pulls her back by her shoulders so he can look at her. “I know they love me, but what if I’m not me by the time we get back to Earth?”

“We’ve all changed, Lance - and we’ll probably change more. That isn’t going to change how your family feels about you.”

“No, I mean...look, back in the hangar, did I say anything? While we were...under, or whatever?”

Pidge squints at him. “Just my name...why?”

But she remembers the way it sounded. Not like this Lance. It was so much more than that. Now, at least, she knows she didn’t imagine it.

“Because I didn’t decide to say that! It wasn’t me. I remember saying it but it wasn’t me, Pidge. It was like someone else was there, in my body with me, trying to get out. I don’t want to become someone else that’s hiding in here! I don’t want to lose...ME. That’s not fair! That’s not what I signed up for!”

He’s trembling now, and Pidge rubs her hands up and down his arms, trying to help. “Lance, hey, calm down; nobody’s trying to take over your body.”

“You can’t know that. Uncharted territory, remember?”

“That is not what’s going on, Lance.”

“It didn’t feel like that for you?”

“No. Not exactly...it was just like I was remembering things I’d forgotten for a really long time. It was weird, sure, but...I think we’re just interpreting similar experiences differently. That’s not what’s going on. It’s okay.”

Lance takes an uneven breath. “You think?”

“I really do. It’s okay.”

He doesn’t look entirely convinced, but he has calmed down. “Sure...maybe.” He extracts himself from between Pidge and the wall, angling in the direction of his room. “I just...this still isn't something I’m gonna just be spontaneously completely okay with.”

“That’s okay.”

He shrugs. “Yeah. I um...I’m just gonna...something. Thanks, Pidge.”

“Yeah...”

She lets him go this time, because he looks like he needs some time to himself to think, and she can understand that. She’s pretty sure she’s going to need the same thing. Allura and the others come around the corner in time to see Lance disappear around the next one.

Allura looks from where he went to Pidge. “Should I…?”

“No,” Pidge says. “Not right now. I think he’ll be okay; he’s just kind of overwhelmed right now. I guess we all need time to process...” She glances back at Hunk and Shiro. “How are you guys?”

“Well,” Hunk says. “This is simultaneously the most epic and the most terrifying thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’m already a paladin of Voltron. Soooo...I’m gonna stick with awesome because that’s more fun? I mean really. It is kind of awesome.”

“Shiro?” Allura asks.

He shrugs. “I’m...not sure.” But he smiles at her reassuringly, which is at least better than how things have kind of been going between those two lately, so...that’s something, Pidge thinks.

“I am sorry,” Allura says. “I never meant to cause this much confusion. Perhaps I made the wrong call in telling you.”

“If you did it is my fault, Princess,” Coran says. “I’m the one who thought we should tell them.”

“But I made the decision to do it. You’re not to blame, Coran.”

“No one is to blame,” Shiro says. “And it’s all right, Princess. Thank you for being honest with us; we really do appreciate it. Or I do, anyway.”

Pidge nods, as does Hunk.

Allura sighs. “Thank you, Shiro...all of you.”

When the others go their own ways to tend to their own thoughts, Pidge is left in the corridor with Allura. She can’t seem to leave yet, and Allura isn’t moving either. The princess seems lost in her own head, too.

“Hey...Allura?”

“Hmm?”

“The dreams...I guess they’re memories, aren’t they?”

“A majority of them, I suppose. I can’t see them, but from what you and Lance have told me, they are consistent with my own.”

“Right…” Pidge looks up at her, and lets a hand rest on her arm. “So I was your cousin, huh?”

Allura smiles wistfully. “Yes. Though I promise that I have done my best since the beginning to to keep all of you separate in my mind from the versions of you I knew on Altea. There are differences, and all of you deserve to be considered in your own right in any case. I...I care about each of you independently of my memories. I hope you understand that.”

Pidge nods quickly. “Of course…but I wanted to ask...when you’re in them it seems like we’re close. Were the two of you close? You and your cousin?”

Allura opens her mouth like she wants to answer that, but she doesn’t get there. She only nods, and tears begin running down her cheeks.

Pidge hugs her, and just holds on for a while. “I’m sorry...I think sometimes the rest of us forget how much you and Coran lost. I know we’re here, but it can’t be the same for you. I’m so sorry…”

***

Lance isn’t sure how long he stays huddled under the blankets in his bed, homesickness gnawing at his stomach and just trying to get enough air. Where is the air?

Even when he can breathe, he can’t move. He just wants to be home; he wants his mother to hold him and tell him everything is fine, he’s still her son, it’s all right. He wants his brothers to tease him and he wants his niece and nephew to crawl all over him and ask where he’s been.

Pidge is probably right. He shouldn’t worry about what Allura told them changing anything. But he wants to feel it. He can’t feel it.

Maybe that’s his problem. He feels too much...it’s always getting him into trouble. And...if the dreams are real, Lance is pretty sure that was always the case before, too. On Altea, ten thousand years ago.

Ten thousand years later and he’s still an idiot. How is that fair?

He laughs darkly at himself, one rough bark. Keith would probably love that. But If Shiro weren’t being so….not Shiro, lately, he’d tell him to stop it. That he isn’t an idiot. Feeling isn’t the problem; letting him control it is. Part of him knows that, maybe, but putting it into practice? Another story entirely. But anyway, Keith isn’t here, and Shiro is still being weird most of the time, and...yeah.

And why can’t he get the Altean girl’s face out of his head? Pidge. It really is Pidge. Was Pidge.

Lance drifts off for a while, and he dreams of her again. This time there’s more. Not just her smile, her laugh, that determined look on her face...the plants responding to her powers and a familiar green glow. This time there is the soft touch of her fingers in his hair and the gentle press of lips against his. Tenderness contrasted by a faint panicked cry of his name.

Lance? Lance!...No no no...come back. Come back!

He isn’t sure how long he sleeps, but he thinks it’s ship’s night by the time the chime at his door rings. He doesn’t answer it, but the door slides open anyway. He can’t see who is it; he’s facing the wall.

What is that smell though?

“Hey, Hunk made cookies.” Pidge. “You awake?”

Lance hesitates, debating whether to answer, but finally he turns over and finds her look at him. “I guess,” he sighs.

Pidge steps inside far enough to let the door close behind her. She hovers there for a moment, and when he doesn’t say anything she comes to the bed with the plate of cookies she brought in and perches on the edge, setting the plate on the mattress between them.

Lance takes one, but he doesn’t bother sitting up; he isn’t sure he has the energy for that yet.

“How are you doing?” she asks.

“I don’t know,” he admits.

She nods, like she understands, and reaches into her pocket to pull out a data chip with one hand as she grabs a cookie with the other. “Coran copied the logs for me. He and Allura kind of wanted to watch them on their own, since it’s kind of a personal thing for them, but they wanted us to be able to see them if we wanted and I uh...I thought...maybe we should.”

Lance groans. “I really don’t know if I want to do that.”

“Just hear me out. I think it might help.”

“How?”

“Really, Lance? Did you see how much they were like us, just in the minute or two of video we saw back there? If it’s all like that, it might make you feel better. Or both us, I guess. Like...I really think it’s gonna be okay, Lance. We may start to remember more about what happened back then, but if we do it’s not going to change who we are. They’re not other people trying to take us over, or anything like that. They’re just us. It’s just our past.”

Lance drags himself up finally, taking a few more bites of the cookie in his hand so he doesn’t have to answer right away.

“I almost don’t know if that’s better or worse though, you know?”

Pidge laughs a little, uneasily. “I know what you mean.” She glances down at the chip in her hand. “I guess that’s why I don’t want to watch this stuff alone. I don’t know what we’ll find out.”

“Yeah.” He polishes off the cookie and swallows, not quite able to look at her. “Well...I think I know one thing. I uh…I think they were together, weren’t they?”

He isn’t sure if he expects her to know, too, but from the corner of his eyes he sees her nod tentatively. “I think so...” she says.

Lance can feel himself blushing, and when he looks up Pidge’s cheeks are red, too.

“The dreams?” he asks.

“Not exactly...not there yet. Just a feeling,” she says, flushing brighter.

He sits forward, reaching out to cup the hand holding the data chip in his own. The teal glow happens again, just like he thought it would - dimmer than before, he thinks, but still there. They both just kind of stare at it for a moment as it lights the bed alcove around them.

“Well...I guess if you think watching that stuff is a good idea...let’s do it. Together.”

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End of the Night. Finale of Fear.

*pant!* Ugh! *pant!*

*Throughout the whole night, Keebo refuses to stop running, despite having to carry the weight of Shuichi and Kaede. This allows Tsumugi to keep pace.

Daw...poor Keebo. Despite his automatic body, he doesn’t have enough strength to carry his friends.

Me...being a ROBOT...guh...Doesn’t make me super strong! I’m designed to...have average strength!

You know that...! You designed me!

Actually Keebo...YOU designed you.

Wh-What? What does that-

*KKKKRRK!*

Oh! Hold that thought!

What!?

*Tsumugi suddenly stops in her tracks and picks up her radio, which starts crackling.

Yes?

Mikihiko: A fine rainy evening to you Lady Shirogane, it’s your Number One speaking~

Oh...couldn’t be Mikihiko then.

Mikihiko: Lady Shirogane!?

Hehe, relax I’m kidding. Although I don’t ever remember calling you my Number One...

What’s the problem? Sorry, but I’m kind of in the middle of something?

Mikihiko: No problem my Lady. I just happened to run into someone that you MIGHT be interested in. A certain...Magical Girl?

!!?

You actually have her!?

Mikihiko: Kehaha! Just sit back, relax, and leave EEEVERYTHING to me~ I’ll have her delivered straight to your rendezvous point~

HIMIKO!

Mikihiko: Not to mention, I have already subdued the assassin girl thanks to the rain, and Gyalusetsu is carrying her over as we speak.

This is why you’re my Number One~!

Mikihiko: I shall not fail you Lady Shirogane.

*He cuts off.

You-! How could you do this!?

You make it too easy Keebo...

Ugh...It doesn’t matter. We’ll rescue Maki and Himiko, and I won’t let you take Shuichi to this rendezvous point!

Oh but Keebo. I don’t need to.

What? Huh!?

*All of a sudden, Keebo hears an approaching noise. He looks up to see the chopper flying above him, and becomes aware just how open the space he’s in is.

You’ve...brought them here for me...!

No...! You TRICKED me!

Well, it’s like Kokichi always thought. You’re SOOO easy to manipulate.

Alright...then that does it...! HAAGH!

*Keebo, realizing he has everything to lose, drops Shuichi and Kaede, and engages with Tsumugi.

*BANG!* *CRACK!*

!!!???

*However, right before he can take a swing, a bullet whizzes in and shoots Keebo in the back of the head! It pierces right through him and explodes out of his eye. He collapses to the floor.

Phew! I actually thought I was gonna get piledrived for a second!

I was waiting for you Shirogane. And I have Harukawa with me.

...

*Matta slings Maki over his shoulder.

Thanks a lot. I know you were hesitant, but I’m glad you helped out.

Thank Koyasunaga, not me. He was the one who captured Harukawa.

And the little witch too.

...

*Mikihiko shows up with Petty Jr and Himiko moments later.

You got here quick. You did good today.

Please. This was a team effort. But I do love the compliment.

Anyway...

*Tsumugi steps over the inactive Keebo grabs Shuichi and lifts him up.

...

Ugh...he’s heavier than he looks...

...

*Tsumugi leers at Kaede for a second.

My Lady. I know how you feel, but we cannot wait any longer. The rain is starting to let up, and our antibodies won’t last much longer.

You’re right...Rejoice Kaede Akamatsu...For now you get to live.

*Matta, with Maki over his shoulder, climbs the ladder and procures her. Tsumugi hands Shuichi to Mikihiko, and Petty Jr carries both him and Himiko up. She climbs up first, and then Mikihiko and his automaton follow.

Hehehehe! Three out of three...All target’s captured.

Your plan was a massive success Lady Shirogane.

My plan? Hm...well it was Yukari who worked out the bugs of it.

And yet, it could not have come to fruition if it wasn’t for your leadership skills on the field.

I’m glad you think so. Now let’s get-

...!

Ah! Matta? What’s-

KOYASUNAGA!

Huh!?

DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!

*SLAAASSSHH!!*

GAH! PETTY JJJRRR!

Oh dear...!

Wah....!?

GRRGH!

*Completely out of nowhere, Kuripa soars in and brandishes his blade. With a precisely aimed slice, he carves straight through Petty Jr’s arm. The automaton drops Shuichi, and Kuripa catches him before he hits the ground.

You...YOU CUR! YOU SLICED OFF MY DARLING’S ARM!

Oh don’t you worry! YOUR NECK IS NEXT!

*BANG!* *BANG!*

GAAGH!?

*Tsumugi panics on the ladder as bullets start flying past her face.

Take them down! Don’t let those bastards get away!

Search the forest! Find whoever you can and procure their safety!

The Future Foundation and Kisaragi Foundation are here!

...!

*Tsumugi reaches out her arm, almost as if hoping to reach Shuichi.

We need to go!

He’s right. We don’t have time to go back for him Lady Shirogane, less we lose our other targets.

Grgh...!

THIS ISN’T OVER!

That’s my line! GET BACK HERE!

*The chopper begins to take off as Tsurugi’s forces start to shoot at it. Kuripa hurries and grabs the ropeladder before it escapes his grasp!

*BANG!* *BANG!*

Wah!?

*PUNT!*

UGH!

*Matta shoots some bullets at Kuripa. They miss him, but they knock him off balance, and Mikihiko knocks him down with a kick from Petty Jr.

GAAAAAGH!

*Kuripa tries to grab the ladder again, but it escapes from his grasp! With Himiko and Maki secured, and the three Zetsubou agents taking them inside it, the helicopter soars away as fast as it can go.

*BANG!* *BANG!*

*Tsurugi continues shooting until he’s out of range. He throws his gun to the floor in anger.

...!

*Kuripa, for his part, rushes over and cradles Shuichi, Keebo and Kaede in his arms...

...!

...

*Munakata walks over, and places a hand on his shoulder.

I’m...I’m sorry...

*sniff...* geh...

GGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!!!!!

//Maki Harukawa and Himiko Yumeno have been taken. 12 Survivors Remain.//

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owenna6 · 7 years ago

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Sport Dance AU. The First Competition Preparations.

The design of the dress and Ryner’s human concept were offered by @adreamneverends.

When Katie agrees to take part in the competition as Takashi’s partner the new problem comes: she does not have a dress. Shiro offers to go to the Olkarion Boutique run by Miss Ryner. Garrison dancers are her regular customers so they have good discounts. Moreover, she rents dresses and these ones are not worse than the ones she makes and sells.

“You didn’t have to waste your time accompanying me to the shop”, Katie says, a bit confused. “It’s a weekend and you must have more important things to do than looking at dresses. I can handle this myself, really”.

Takashi smiles, tilting his head to the right. Katie follows his nod and sees a rather small shop with a sign “Olkarion Boutique”. It should be the place they are looking for.

“Well, at first, it would be awful of me to send you somewhere which location you don’t know. Secondly, I have nothing special to do and thirdly... Oh, here it is! I think two reasons are more than enough”.

“Gentleman as usual...” She can’t keep her smile back. It’s hard to be serious or moody beside such a bright and caring man and Katie lets herself relax. In addition, Shiro’s company is always pleasant as he truly knows a lot. “Is this the one?”

“Indeed. Don’t jump into conclusions: she shop might look tiny but it’s huge inside. Ryner says it’s a kind of symbolism: the real treasure has to be hidden”.

“Sounds like philosopher's words...”

“Ryner is a philosopher. And a thousand of other persons too, I suppose”.

And Katie believes him after a few moments spent in the Boutique. Ryner notices them almost immediately and her official smile is replaced by a warm, friendly one.

“Mister Takashi Shirogane, if my old eyes are not playing tricks with me?”

“Hello, Ryner”. Shiro’s voice is also full of sincere delight. “How are you doing?”

“Long time no see. Hm, the dresses are still in demand so everything is great. Have you finally come to have a cup of good tea or is it something special? And would you be so kind to introduce me to your companion?”

“Of course.This is Katherine Holt, one of my students. And a partner, to be exact”.

“You’ve finally decided to move on and go back to dancing world? That’s what I hoped for, you are still too young to retire”.

“No, no, not at all!” Shiro notices Katie bite her lower lip and hurries to make things clear. He does not want to embarrass his partner, he has already spent too much time and willpower to persuade her to at least dance. “We are just attending. It’s a kind of practise”.

“Oh...” She looks at him, then at Katie and nods. Something in her gaze makes Shiro come up with the idea she does not believe his defensive speech. He himself wouldn’t mind this event being not just the event, that is right. But the tactful old lady prefers not to insist or interfere. “I see. But a dress is still needed. Please, miss Katherine, follow me, and you stay here until we’re ready!” She points at Shiro with her slender wrinkled finger in a threatening gesture. “Keep yourself busy with something. And no peeking, young man! A man shouldn’t see his partner’s first dress until the event, that’s a rule. It’s a bad luck, you know! Remember what happened to you then, huh?”

“Oh please, how much time has passed and you still remember it? I just got nervous and tripped over Maggie’s dress”.

“And almost fell on her, she told me. So be wise this time and obey the rule”.

“I haven’t heard about this custom before”. Katie says glancing at Ryner when they are alone. “Although it’s not my first event at all”.

“It’s not well-known, miss, and sometimes everything goes great but it’s similar to weddings: might happen or not. I prefer avoiding troubles. So, this is your first event with this young man as a partner?”

“Yes”.

“Good choice. I watched some championships he attended and he really is skillful. And handsome”. She winks at Katie and the girl feels a blush heating on her cheeks. “What size do you have, miss Katherine?”

“Oh... well... It depends. And, to be honest, I’m afraid almost all the dresses may be too big for me...”

“This is not a problem at all! We can look through junior ones. Don’t worry, many of them may be considered as adult models so you won’t tell the difference, neither will others”.

She has never seen so many dresses before. Neither has she ever tried so many dresses on before. Blue, pink, grey, violet ones... With plain colours and prints... But every time Katie goes out of the fitting room Ryner shakes her grey-haired head and says “Not yours” and something about the reason why. She already begins to hate her short figure because of all these wrong backs, shoulder lines and waist lines, but Ryner keeps bringing her a dress by dress every one of which looks perfect, to be honest. And when Katie is finally ready to give up and stop torturing the old lady Ryner suddenly hands another light-green poufy dress to her.

She sighs but takes it, returns to the fitting room and puts it on.

And freezes when the mirror shows her the vision.

The dress is shining and it seems to be made from clouds. The fabrics are light and soft, all the darts are in places and even the skirt needn’t being shortened. Katie remains silent, staring at her reflection and guessing is this really the same girl. She remembers Tiana from The Princess And the Frog movie. Her outfit reminds the froggy’s green wedding dress and she can bet the designer used it as a basis. Actually, this makes Katie feel pleasantly strange: she looks like a Disney princess and does not every girl in the world want to be a princess for at least one day? And it does not matter how old the girl is...

“Miss Katherine, do you need any help? Is it your size or should I look for something else?” She jumps and swallows, the spells run out. But the dress is still on her and she cannot deny it fits perfectly.

“No, no. Everything is okay. I’m just... It’s so beautiful”.

“Could you, please, go out so I would be able to have a look?”

Katie pulls the curtain away and appears in front of Ryner, her arms are kept tight to the body, the fingers are crumpling the soft green fabric.

“This truly is the one”. Ryner smiles at her customer watching her turning her confused and purely happy gaze away. “This dress was designed to look similar to...”

“Tiana’s dress”, Katie mumbles and locks her eyes with Ryner’s. She feels like a child but the sense is more than warm and exciting. It is like she is 13 and has come for the first sport dance dress. She still remembers it. Blue satin one with a lovely red belt. “This is the girl from a Disney movie. Her wedding dress looked extremely similar to this one”.

“Oh... I was about to say it represents a she-elf of nature but your association is right too. I once saw this cartoon but no one has pointed out the similarity yet”. Ryner glances at Katie again and comes closer to see whether the darts are okay.

“The size is right. Can you move in it freely? Try to spin and do something. The dress shouldn’t bother you or press anywhere. If there is any lack of comfort, tell me and we’ll try to fix it or look for another option”.

“No, no, I choose this one. It’s just perfect”. Katie shakes her head and looks at the huge floor mirror. She fails to notice Ryner lifting a brow and smirking. “How much?”

“Miss, miss, I have to ask you to check your senses carefully again. The clothes you dance in is very important. And I want my clients be satisfied with their choices completely”.

“I’ve already decided. I’ll rent this one!”

Well, it is obvious this pretty little woman is very deceive if she has made up her mind to something. Ryner didn’t expect Takashi she knows to choose someone less bright and interesting.

And when Katie comes back to return the dress Ryner notices her gaze is no longer shy or sad. She is shining and she holds her head high. The true princess even in jeans and with messy hair.

And when this Katherine says she may need another dress later Ryner smirks: she knew that day was just the very beginning.

#sportdance!au #shidge #shiro #takashi shirogane #pidge #pidge gunderson #katie #katie holt #takatie #voltron #vld #OW-art #OW-vld #human!Ryner

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for-gold-and-glory · 6 years ago

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Weekly Events for Sept 3rd - Sept 9th

Here are some events G&G Members will be involved in during the week. Or just events that I think are really cool and you should definitely go to. If you’re interested in joining these events show up or send a message to Aegir Hlerson or Lirilith Maellan. Or join our discord: https://discord.gg/dCRSWTx

Tuesday: Happy Gyuki Healing Clinic @ 8:00pm - 11:00pm EST - Shirogane W18, P45 Wednesday: [Garlean] Magus Industries Pt 3.1 @ 9:00pm EST - Various Thursday: The Trial of the Gold & Glory Hunter’s Guild @ 8:00pm EST - The Tribunal, Ishgard Saturday: Ala Mhigans of Balmung: Saddle Up! @ 3:00pm EST @ The Peaks Saturday: Castrum Aquilonis Resource Allocation Forum @ 7:30pm EST - Castrum Aquilonis Sunday: Maelstrom Parade @ 4:00pm EST - Limsa Lominsa Sunday: Garlean Weekly - Monday: G&G Weekly - Yol Only Live Once PT 2 @ 9:00pm EST - Mol Village, Azim Steppe

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Tuesday: Happy Gyuki Healing Clinic @ 8:00pm - 11:00pm EST - Shirogane W18, P45 (New Day/Time!) http://for-gold-and-glory.tumblr.com/post/177559030490/balmung-happy-gyuki-healing-clinic-every-first - The Happy Gyuki Healing Clinic is a free clinic sponsored by the Garlean embassy, held in the friendly and neutral location of Shirogane. Because the Empire cares about you. Status: Open World RP, come join us! GM: Aegir Hlerson Wednesday: [Garlean] Magus Industries Pt 3.1 @ 9:00pm EST - Various Continuuming On - the Fractal Continuum (Normal), Azys Lla - Seeking information, a mixed part of imperials and adventurers voyage into the ancient Allagan museum, the Fractal Continuum. Imperial scholars believe it's unlikely they'll find any information regarding their target inside the museum proper, two members of the 6th legion believe there might be some hidden data files stored deep in the Continuum's archive. The only thing harder than actually finding these files? Getting through the Continuum's deep vault security alive. Status: - Must have Fractal Continuun (Normal) unlocked - 2 Ironclaw, 2 Eight Winds, 2 Purge Members Welcome Type: Dungeon-Adventure GM: Aegir Hlerson, Lucien Korbinius Doctor Dreamboat - Happy Gyuki Clinic, Shirogane W18, Plot 45 The Ironclaws, Winds, and Garleans have joined forces to get to the bottom of their girl problems... After having come together in a summit of leaders, the three parties decided to move forward on a few avenues to find a resolution to the threat. One operation will require the cooperation of medical and aetherical heads. The Ironclaws will bring one of the sleeping villagers from Abalathia's Spine to the Gyuki Clinic in Shirogane. Of course, this is a top secret operation we cannot afford the alliance to be aware of. It has been arranged for one of the sleeping villagers to be taken unnoticed and safely transported to Shirogane , so now it's just a matter of getting the body to the clinic and seeing what results come from the neuroscan. Thursday: The Trial of the Gold & Glory Hunter’s Guild @ 8:00pm EST - The Tribunal, Ishgard http://for-gold-and-glory.tumblr.com/post/177492184095/balmung-the-trial-of-the-gold-glory-hunters - Interested citizens, please join us to witness the Trial of the Gold & Glory Hunter’s Guild for the crimes of possession of heretical items, as well as the suspicion of voidcraft, and the affiliation of a beastmen of ill repute. Due to the size of those being tried, if a Trial by Combat is declared, victory shall be determined immediately with a melee. Status: Open RP, come join us! Type: Legal, Performance GM: Aegir Hlerson Saturday: Garlean Extra: Spying 102 @ 1pm EST @ Castrum Aquilonis Do you hate the inside of prison cells? Do you want to avoid being tortured? Would you rather not be put in front of a wall and executed? Then attend Undercover 201 this week! Eir Lirus and kir Korbinius will be teaching tricks and overseeing exercises to help you learn the tricks you need to know to keep from giving yourself away as a Garlean. Status: Open to members of Fustarium Type: Educational GM: Mikhael Lirus Saturday: Ala Mhigans of Balmung: Saddle Up! @ 3:00pm EST @ The Peaks - The Resistance is presented with a unique opportunity when the owners of a local Griffin Ranch put out a call asking for volunteers to help break in three wild Griffins recently brought into their homestead. Griffins are rare creatures and an integral part of Ala Mhigan culture. Along with the help of a professional Griffin Rider, the Resistance is inviting their friends and allies to join them for an afternoon of Griffin riding, lessons, and educate as they try to help the Ranch and promote the ancient craft of Griffin riding. Status: Open RP, come join us! Type: Social GM: Aegir Hlerson Saturday: Castrum Aquilonis Resource Allocation Forum @ 7:30pm EST - Castrum Aquilonis - It’s time for the the bi-annual Castrum Aquilonis Resource Allocation Forum! Resource allocation is determined by a forum available to all engineers, scientists, and medical technicians in the IIIrd Legion. During the forum, you will present your project to the committee and they will determine which projects are most worthy of our facility. Status: Open to Members of the IIIrd Legion and selected guests Type: Presentation GM: Aegir Hlerson Sunday: Maelstrom Parade @ 4:00pm EST - Limsa Lominsa https://sea-wolf-coast-to-coast.tumblr.com/post/176861336462/3rd-annual-maelstrom-grand-march-parade-hosted - It’s the Third Annual Maelstrom Parade! Parade begins at the Astalicia pier (5,14) and ends at the Aftcastle (11,13) with salute demonstrations along the way. Status: Open RP, please check the poster! Type: Performance GM: Maelstrom Command Sunday: Garlean Weekly - 8:30pm EST - TBA Monday: G&G Weekly - Yol Only Live Once PT 2 @ 9:00pm EST - Mol Village, Azim Steppe - With the blessing of the Mol, the adventurers move onward to Bardam’s Mettle, where Topazleigh Qestir will face the greatest challenge of his life! More like his bodyguards will face the greatest challenge of his life! But trouble is brewing in the Steppe. A winged shadow descends. Status: For G&G FC and linkshell adventurers, new people welcome! Type: Action/Adventure GM: Aegir Hlerson

#weekly #ffxiv rp #balmung rp

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squirenonny · 7 years ago

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For the Turn Left meme, because I'm an awful person: What would have happened if Lance had killed Keith on sight when they first met back on Berlou?

[Turn left meme]

FUCK YOU, that's what (j/k You know I love the angst.)

(But seriously, this AU is dark as fuck, so trigger warnings: death/grieving including multiple potential instances of major character death, depression, PTSD, re-traumatization, mind control, uhhh I think that’s everything? Putting this under a cut because it’s long and dark. You’ve been warned.)

Okay, so let's take this in chronological order, because there are a fucking lot of implications of this.

Immediate Ramifications:

I meant, Shiro was right there. He was sprinting to cover Keith, and he was close enough that Lance still would have got the message even if Keith was dead before Shiro got there. So there's always the possibility that Lance panic-shoots the second dude in Galra armor before he realizes that it's Takashi Shirogane. So there's bad end #1, because the paladins didn't know about Haggar or her weapon when they arrived; it was Keith and Shiro who told them. With them dead, Haggar fires, and there goes five paladins and three lions. Congrats, Matt doesn't even really have time to process that Shiro is dead, and Lance sure as hell doesn't have time to feel guilty for it.

So we have to assume Shiro survives, because that's not nearly enough angst to do this left turn justice.

So Shiro survives, but the rest of that scene plays out more or less the same. Matt arrives, freaks out a little, not least because Shiro's cradling the dead body of a Galra officer and not even making an attempt to defend himself against a potential follow-up shot from Lance. Allura arrives to confirm that Shiro's a friend, and Lance goes deadly quiet as the horror begins to set in. It doesn't help that Shiro is so dead-eyed he barely reacts to Matt, just sort of... collapses into sobs until Matt eases him away from Keith and the focus slowly shifts back to the ongoing battle.

The Battle for Berlou:

The battle continues largely unchanged, right up until the battle to destroy Haggar's weapon, where they start to feel Keith's absence. Allura takes a couple of the rebels with her when she goes hand-to-hand, and she manages to make it out--barely. Except Matt's been hit by the druids' Quintessence attack and is out cold, the Red Lion falling from the sky, and there's no Keith to take the controls. The fall doesn't kill them--Red has that much control, at least, but Matt and Allura are both banged up after it. Matt definitely can't fly for the rest of the battle, and Allura honestly isn't in any shape to try to emergency pilot Red, either. So Voltron's out for the rest of the fight.

They probably still win, eventually, but it's a long, hard battle, and a lot of people die. It's definitely not the resounding victory that it was in Duality canon, and even worse, the team isn't in good shape after it's over. Sure, Keith isn't there to be the focal point of the friction, but Shiro is bitter and grieving, and there's no one else who can help him with it, really, because no one else even spoke with Keith, except for the brief, anonymous exchange after the fight with Sendak. Matt tries to help Shiro, but Shiro just sort of shuts down about it--and as hard as he tries not to let his grief bleed through, there's gonna be some bitterness directed at Lance, which just sort of makes everything a million times worse.

Dual Paladins:

Figuring out the whole dual paladin thing suddenly becomes a million times harder, because see... the thing is Keith and Matt happened first because instinct is Red's whole shtick. They needed to sync up, so they did. Boom. Easy as that.

That doesn't happen this time, and Shiro is still deep in mourning for Keith and suuuuper doesn't trust this team (Matt is the sole exception and even there there are walls for days). So that's a no-go, and the lack of awareness of the potential means no one even realizes Shay's a paladin for ages.

Assuming no one dies because they're suddenly fighting this war on hard mode, Pidge and Ryner are probably the first to sync up and the entire team has zero clue what's happening. They eventually figure it out, and Hunk and Shay sync up, and Shiro and Allura start to work on it, but it doesn't happen quickly. Or at all. Shiro's... Frankly, Shiro's acting like canon Shiro/Ryou in late season 3-season 5, but ten times worse--tense and short-tempered and just constantly criticizing everyone because not only is he traumatized and grieving, but he also does not feel safe on the castle-ship. He's just always waiting for someone to turn on him because he worked for the Galra. He says absolutely nothing about what happened to him for fear of it getting turned around into an accusation, and he has a really hard time opening up to the others enough to form Voltron. It gets so bad that once Ryner joins the team and they all realize that Allura is a legit paladin, after all, Shiro throws in the towel. He'll fight on the ground, but he lets Allura fly, because she doesn't have the same problems forming Voltron as he does.

Lance, meanwhile, is guilty as fuck over killing Keith. He didn't know the guy, and Shiro won't talk about him, but it's obvious that Shiro isn't evil, so the fact that he not only trusted Keith with his life, but is visibly devastated about losing him, even weeks later? Yeah, Lance feels like a fucking monster, and there's nothing he can do to make up for that. He can't apologize to Shiro, because Shiro can barely stand to be in a room with him, and he can't go back and un-kill Keith. Hunk and Allura and Coran help him as much as they can, but Lance keeps beating himself up, to the point that he starts freezing in battle, afraid to kill anyone, because what if they're another Keith?

Shiro has growing concerns about his arm and the knowledge that Haggar can use it to control him, but he sure as fuck doesn't say a word to anyone. Are you kidding? They'd kill him in an instant.

Dark!Shiro Arc:

Hoooo boy. Hoo boy. You thought this was bad in canon. HA.

The Battle for Kera goes down largely the same way, but with Shiro going in on foot with Pidge instead of Allura. Lance still goes in on his rescue mission, and he still runs across Haggar, but when the team finds him, Shiro is at the end of his rope. Rather than fretting about Lance's wounds, he launches into a lecture (a lecture which is, to be fair, a highly stressed expression of genuine concern, just. He hasn't processed yet, and he definitely hasn't made up with Lance. It's been six weeks at this point, and Shiro has spent most of that time actively anticipating being murdered in his sleep. I cannot emphasize enough the degree to which these kids are not in a good place.)

Regardless, this gives Haggar Ideas, so instead of capturing Shiro, she possesses him but keeps a low profile, leaving Shiro to act as her agent from within Voltron.

(So there's bad end #2: Shiro kills everyone. Fuck.)

Miscellaneous

If??? We somehow make it past all this hell without killing anyone besides Keith????? (Technically freeing Shiro is the same as always, but even easier because Allura isn't also possessed, so as soon as they realize what's happening, they can probably stop it.) It still doesn't really get better??????

Shiro just. Shatters. He's been through too much, he can't trust anyone or anything, not even himself. He can't make himself care enough to be mad at Lance anymore. He can't even look at Black without feeling sick about how he's only fucked things up since he got to the castle. He slides into a deep depressive episode and just sort of ghosts around the castle, struggling to care enough to perform basic functions like eating and showering. Matt helps as much as he can, but Shiro is in a very dark place right now.

(This isn't helped by the fact that Matt is still struggling with his own trauma, both emotionally and physically, and he doesn't have a copilot in this verse. He’s exhausted, frustrated, and has no clue how to help himself, let alone Shiro.)

Val arrives on the castle-ship, and Lance--neck deep in self-loathing because he blames himself for what happened to Shiro--almost loses it. He killed an innocent person for no goddamn reason, he single-handedly destroyed Shiro, and now it turns out he also completely failed to protect his own family.

The first slightly less-awful thing happens in this AU, and Nyma becomes a Red because Matt is fucking drowning and he needs someone to fill the hole Keith left behind. They don't click as well as Keith and Matt did right off the bat, but they get there, and Matt really appreciates that Nyma's got his back without babying him.

...Let's just say the paladins are all harder for their experiences by the time they get home. After the battle, Shiro stays on Earth to get some fucking therapy, and Akira stays to take care of him. Meri joins the team as the third Blue, but honestly she probably ends up working something out with Black even though they aren't very compatible, because Allura needs some help. Fuck.

I don't even know where it goes from there, because there's still a war to be fought, and they're all already hurting for allies. I like to imagine Shiro slowly heals once he's away from the war, and eventually he and Lance meet and talk and hug it out, because deep down, Shiro doesn't blame Lance at all, for any of it, and Lance needs to hear that from Shiro before he can let go of his crushing guilt.

#dualityverse #ask meme #turn left meme #this is definitely the bad timeline guys fml #dennymark-legobutt #answers

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