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arvoze · 10 months ago

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[3/3] HHNFLARTAS - what's done is done

hell hath no fury like a rescue team association scorned not a fic or anything, i just ramble a lot about my pmd ocs in a digestible format that's more or less that kind of content. random yearly event for rescue teams. covers no more than like, one week of VV content

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the rescue team association #1, again

there comes a point where it gets complicated. the RTA can't let you pass just because you completed their challenges -- you could cheat to win, and that wouldn't be reliable, after all. there's a million and one technicalities to consider.

yes, keith's team saved the rescue, who came back safe and unharmed. they also secured the item at the end of the dungeon. so what gives?

you never split the team. the rescue takes priority.

but they did the rescue. does it really matter? you can't just go off of stuff like this. there's specifics to it. it's a case-by-case basis.

both parties are right, in their own way. it's not a black and white case.

in the RTA's defense, they aren't wrong. you've got to consider how their actions would come across out of context.

a rescue has been secured. a member has split from their team, taking the rescue with them.

they split from the team. this puts them in immediate danger. they also have the rescue with them, so they're endangering the rescue as well.

if the solo member is incapacitated, the rescue is at incredible risk. the member is also at risk.

team splits can cause multiple problems to arise at once. it may also be seen as a disagreement.

extreme measures had to be taken to ensure the remaining members completed their goal.

the usage of a flood orb is not commonplace. team inventory will not always have this item available. it cannot be considered a reliable solution to a problem.

relying entirely on one item makes you a liability. it can be considered an easy way out.

the monster house was not fully defeated, simply temporarily disposed of. if the orb failed to work, the team would not have survived.

if the rescue was there, they could have been swept up in the confusion.

their general behaviour may be seen as too immature and unreliable.

this only checks out if they're monitored during their dungeon run. the three have a lot of chemistry with eachother, and have a lot of banter together. when you're unaware of how they talk to eachother, it can be seen as constant bickering and arguing.

regardless of how seriously they take the job when it's required (since they don't really like to be tense the whole way through), they have lapses of silliness and tomfoolery. this is because the RTA is incredibly boring and hate fun.

they barely even survived. let's be honest.

this is self-explanatory.

the rescue team association #2

in the defence of keith's team, you'd have to consider the following:

a rescue has been secured. mike has split from the team, taking the rescue with him.

he split from the team, a mutual agreement between all three members. they decided that this was the best way to get the rescue to safety. mike is strong and fast enough to get the rescue out of the dungeon with his remaining energy.

mike didn't become incapacitated. and if he was close to such, he can take matters into his own hands to really save his skin, and, more importantly, the rescue.

there was no disagreement, and mike was going backwards. he wasn't taking any new paths and discovering new things/triggering events. he was simply backtracking, taking the safest routes.

the rescue plant, an undetermined pokemon of undetermined rescue knowledge, agrees that this was the best decision to make given the circumstances.

extreme measures had to be taken to ensure keith's team could complete their goal.

this is because luwel prepared for the worst. when you plan for a rescue, you already know what kind of environment to expect, so you prepare thusly; this is no different. if it were a real job, and keith's team were the only pokemon available, it would be the exact same -- luwel would prepare the very same items as he did for this adventure.

they had the flood orb, which meant it was available to them at the time. a problem was predicted, planned for, and then solved. this is how it should be.

keith's team did not rely on a singular item. instead, luwel took the time into planning out the right items to carry with them, getting a rough estimate on the dungeon size and how difficult the job would be. to say the item is the sole reason they survived is to completely undermine luwel's ability to plan ahead.

a monster house does not have to be defeated in order for either goal to be met. if a third task was to defeat a monster house, then this would apply. but this was not the case, so it does not.

the rescue would have been accounted for. keith's team will make quick decisions, but they will never forgo the rescue to make them. the rescue, had they been present in the room at the time of the orb's use, would have been given a heads-up, and the team would take the initiative to keep the rescue safe before using the orb. additionally, the rescue was not even there at the time.

keith's team communicate with eachother frequently, including having light conversation, as well as constructive discussions about eachother.

sorry that you're too unfamiliar with a good relationship to understand their dynamic. the rescue would state that despite the circumstances, they did feel that keith's team had great communication. this is a non-issue, and exists just to make the cause for failure bigger than it actually was.

there's a lot of back-and-forths. guildmaster rime is not happy with the results.

the rescue team association #3

truth be told, there's… really not a lot that the team can do about the situation. what's done is done. they can fight their case if they really wanted to, but it's just resources wasted. as far as they're aware, at least.

guildmaster rime has always been in keith's team's ballpark. hell, keith is like a son to him, he is a son to him -- keith's going to inherit his guild, for goodness sakes! how can rime be succeeded by someone who failed the master trials for no real good reason? it won't do. it just won't do. the guildmaster is typically in agreement with the RTA when it comes to grading, as a seasoned explorer himself -- but to not consider keith's case? to fault them on technicalities alone? it's not right. it isn't fucking right. he'll do something about it. or at least, try to.

as a guildmaster, rime has some form of contact with the RTA. it's a required system in order to have a guild be truly recognised in the world, and additionally mandatory for any teams to earn ranking points. he drops a line of inquiry into the guild's connection orb, but there's been no response for several days. despite his grievances with the system, rime knows better than to push.

the boys have already forgotten about it, for the most part. they're discouraged, but they know in their hearts what they truly are: a good team who did the right thing. keith tries to distract himself by ranting and raving about the process of getting another flood orb. luwel's been trying to distract himself by writing up varying arguments to plead their case, which isn't really a distraction at all. mike is… unbothered. he cares, but doesn't have enough faith in the system, and settles more on the idea of "we know our truth and that's that, if they can't see it that's on them". every time luwel brings up a possible counter-point, mike gives him a thwap on the head. "best to keep it to yourself," mike says. "i dunno if keith can take it".

they cross paths with team PB&J occasionally, who, against all odds, ranked in the top 100. keith would say it was a total fluke that they did, and truthfully, he's right. it pisses him off further.

it's been about a week. the RTA responded to rime, after sending a rotom drone or two out to survey the boys. none of them noticed. nothing really fun or exciting to report on. the drones were simply just monitoring their day-to-day, to see how they've decided to take the results. it's invasive, and certainly not something they consented to, but the RTA can do whatever they want if you more or less work for them. thankfully, they do not find luwel's musings, as he gave up before the first surveillance.

rime's call is short-lived. there's not much to say, according to the RTA. the final findings were, essentially, "agree to disagree". they'd argued that because the case wasn't black and white, a true, rightful verdict couldn't be settled on; this uncertainty meant it was safer to fail keith's team than it was to pass them.

nobody had the desire to combat the RTA of all people about the decision any further. failing due to just barely missing the mark was better than failing due to sheer ineptitude, which lead to some sort of small victory for the team in the end. at least we aren't total failures, i guess, keith would think to himself.

not that they'd expected things to go their way. they knew that by now.

end.

#tagging for archival purpoes #pokemon #pokemon mystery dungeon #my art #keith #luwel #mike #ok and thats that. maybe ill write up another big thing one day .#everything else is just incoherent discord ramblings #these are the only things ive drawn recently btw LOLLL thats ok. i didnt really put any thought into them #i have no commentary to give. i wish this was all written a little better since its literally just #me rambling coherently so it's not written in a descriptive way #and makes the assumption that you know who's who & a lot of stuff beforehand #there wasnt even a title for this one LOL #sorry i do really boring endings sometimes. its bc my guys dont get through stuff all the time

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graywritesoccasionally42 · 3 years ago

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/37879495

Happy TMA Appreciation Week! Here's my Day 1, Pre-canon and Rewrite! @tmaappreciationweek

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)

Characters: Gerard Keay, Diego Molina, Lesere Saraki

Additional Tags: Minor Spoilers, I call Gerard Gerry, Hurt Gerard Keay, Pre Canon, Episode: e012 First Aid (The Magnus Archives), Burns, Hospitals, The Magnus Archives Season 1, Hurt/Comfort (kind of??)

Gerry’s day had gone from bad to horrifying almost too quickly to track. He’d been looking into the Cult of the Lightless Flame, as he’d had it on good authority they had a Leitner in their possession, a nasty one that would burn you alive if you read it cover to cover. Gerry hadn’t hesitated to take the job, it was just like countless others he’d done over the years as he rebelled against his mother. Luckily the old hag wasn’t going to be able to reappear for at least three more days.

The whole thing went by in a blur. He’d set up a meeting with Diego Molina, dressing up and meeting him at a nicer club around midnight. They’d moved to Saint Mary’s churchyard, which Gerry soon realized was a trick so the bastard could burn him to a crisp and not so they could negotiate a price. Molina had grabbed him and started reading aloud from the book, apparently unaware that it’s primary function would burn him, and that burning Gerry would just be a side effect. Gerry struggled, trying to break the grip around his wrist, then everything was fire and pain and smoke.

Gerry almost gained consciousness a couple times on the ambulance ride, but it hurt and there were people buzzing around and he didn’t know where Molina or the book went and he couldn’t focus long enough to figure it out.

He didn’t come to until much later (2 hours the Eye so helpfully informed him). He took stock of his body: It fucking hurt. Second degree burns covered everything up to his neck, where his pendant had been. It was missing now. Lost or destroyed, who’s to say. His tattoos had survived, though the same could not be said for his coat. Damn, he liked that one.

He wasn’t sure exactly what had woken him until he, very painfully, flopped over and took in his room mate. Molina was starting to chant. And that did not bode well for Gerry or anyone else in the A&E. A nurse came in, obviously hearing Molina as his volume increased. She looked uneasy, and moved to do something truly foolish.

With strength he didn’t really have, he shot out of the hospital bed and grabbed her wrist with a bandaged hand. So much for not helping strays, he thought a little bitterly to himself, though in his heart he knew what he’d said to that woman in Genoa had never really been true. He was too tenderhearted for his line of work.

The nurse screamed, and Gerry immediately dropped her hand like she’d been the one to burn him. He often forgot his own strength, and the painkillers that didn’t seem to be doing their job were making his head spin.

“Sorry,” He grit out through the pain, trying for a sheepish grin but probably ended up with a grimace. “I was only trying to protect you.”

The nurse held her hand to her chest protectively, eyes narrowed. “From what?”

Gerry gestured towards Molina, who was staring at the ceiling and still chanting, though he hadn’t moved. Realizing that wasn’t exactly an answer, he glanced down at his own mummified form. “Touching him would be…a bad idea.” Now that the woman was out of danger, his body screamed at him to lie back down.

He expected questions, just like many of the others he’d tried to help over the years, but she didn’t respond. Smart lady. The silence stretched, until Gerry awkwardly cleared his throat.

“So…did the paramedics bring anything in with us? A small book, bound in red leather? Or a brass pendant?” Gerry had a hunch that the Leitner had fucked off to wreak havoc elsewhere, and as he asked he Knew that his pendant had served it’s purpose (saving his miserable ass) before disintigrating under the full wrath of the Desolation. Pity.

The nurse confirmed that neither item had been brought in. Gerry stewed for a moment, mourning briefly his pendant and his coat, as well as the opportunity to destroy that book. He had to come up with a plan, before Molina killed everyone here. Every nerve ending was on fire, and Gerry could tell he was making the nurse uneasy. To be fair, he felt like shit and probably looked worse. He shoved the pain as far down as he could. He just had to kill Molina, then he could pass out again. He could do that.

With a nod he limped past the nurse and into the corridor. There had to be a supply cupboard fairly close by, one with a scalpel or something else sharp enough to do the job. The book had probably weakened the guy so it shouldn’t be hard to get rid of him.

The lady followed him, asking what he thought he was doing. So much for being smart, Gerry internally snarked, but he could almost smell the Eye’s hooks in this woman, her curiosity outweighing her fear, at least for now. She was going to be fully Marked by at least one of the entities by the end of this encounter.

Gerry ignored her, punching the 4 digit code in without thinking as Beholding fed him the numbers. He scanned the shelves, finding a sterile scalpel wrapped in paper in plastic without too much difficulty.

In the doorway stood the nurse, blocking his exit. He really hoped he wouldn’t have to do something to her, especially when she wasn’t even involved. He took a few shaky steps forward, the pain sending jolts through his system, and was in front of her in a second. The room was small, and he could see her mind whirring behind her eyes as she tried to decide if Molina was worth it. The dry heat was all encompassing, setting the fluids in the bottles that lined the shelves to boil. He didn’t have much time before the whole building caught fire.

She stepped aside. Gerry nodded, letting out a small breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Yes. For you, better Beholding than the Lightless Flame.” Man he must be on more painkillers than he thought, if he was talking openly with her about her choices. At least she chose the Eye, it was probably the safer of the two options. Maybe he was a little biased.

Gerry limped back into the room, where Molina was almost shouting. “Shut up you waxy bastard,” he muttered, and plunger the blade into the center of his throat. A sizzling sound filled the room, accompanied by the smell of his rotten flesh barbecuing. His neck blackened and cracked, the bandages curling and disintegrating. He went up quickly, though the flames were not visible. It took maybe 20 seconds before Gerry was standing over a pile of ash where Diego Molina had been.

Almost done, Gerry thought as he grabbed the empty bedpan from under Molina’s bed. He gently swept the ashes into it and passed it to the nurse to get rid of. She did, and when she was gone Gerry dropped his facade of wellbeing. Tears welled at the corner of his green eyes, the only thing stopping him from just collapsing into his hospital bed was the Knowledge of how bad it would hurt if he did so. So he carefully tucked himself back under the sheet, and let the darkness that had been dancing at the corners of his vision for a while pull him under.

Gerry spent four more days in the hospital, doped up on painkillers and barely aware of who was around him. When his mother came to pick him up, he mourned the loss of his freedom until the next time she faded out of existence. She was in a terrible mood, and at first Gerry thought it might be because he didn’t get the book and give it to her, or that he was hunting Leitners behind her back again. But then he remembered how pissy she got whenever he got hurt on his “excursions”, especially when an avatar was the one who messed him up. For all the hurt she’d caused him and still caused him, she always was weird about other people hurting him. Maybe it was the barest hint of a motherly instinct. Gerry doubted it.

#Minor Spoilers #I call Gerard Gerry #Hurt Gerard Keay #Pre Canon #Episode: e012 First Aid (The Magnus Archives)#Burns #Hospitals #The Magnus Archives Season 1 #Hurt/Comfort (kind of??)#tma #tmaappreciationweek #gerard keay #gerry keay #gerry delano #fanfic #fanfiction #mentioned Mary Keay

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mitchpell · 2 years ago

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The Ghost of Christmas Past

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Fandoms: Hawkeye (TV 2021), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Relationships: Clint Barton/Laura Barton, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton & Cooper Barton & Laura Barton & Lila Barton & Nathaniel Pietro Barton Characters: Clint Barton, Lila Barton, Cooper Barton, Nathaniel Pietro Barton, Laura Barton Additional Tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Pre-Episode: s01e01 Never Meet Your Heroes (Hawkeye), Christmas Vacation, Deaf Clint Barton, Hard of Hearing Clint Barton, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Family Feels, Family Fluff, Family Drama, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slice of Life

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Chapter #8: The Peninsula Hotel

Clint smiled politely as he tipped their driver. “Thanks again.”

“Tank you, -ir,” Aro said, graciously. “I- you change your -ind and need -y purpo-e- or to-orrow ju-t call -y direct wine twi-ted on -y card.”

“Yeah, will do,” Clint replied, taking the proffered business card and tucking it into his wallet. “Have a good night.”

“You at we—,” Aro told him, nodding cordially before ducking back into the SUV and pulling away from the curb.

Clint heaved a sigh, tucking his wallet back into his jeans pocket, before turning and rejoining his kids at the base of the steps leading up to the Peninsula Hotel. They looked happy and tired, as the second wind that had been breathed into them at the excitement of being in the city warred against the long day’s travel. It was a good look. One that brought a small, but genuine, smile to his face.

“Alright guys,” he called, pulling their attention away from the crowded streets, skyscrapers, and storefronts all done up in their Christmas glory. “You ready?”

“Yeah,” they answered almost in unison, before grabbing their bags and following him inside.

“Whoooooa!” Nate cooed as they entered the building, his eyes lighting up with wonder as a jaw-dropping smile spread across his face.

Not that Clint could blame him. The lobby, which was astonishing in its own right, was made even more so by the holiday decor.

Three enormous Christmas trees were the highlight of the display. Two, standing six feet tall and sitting upon large ornate pedestals, flanked either side of the master staircase. The third, which was guarded by two larger-than-life Nutcrackers, stood on the first landing where the stairwell split. There, it dwarfed the others, measuring a solid twelve feet. The trees were blanketed with oversized silver and gold bulbs, assorted ornaments, garland, and thick gold ribbon. Brilliant white stars sat atop each one, adding the final flourish.

A small crowd had gathered, occupying several of the lounge chairs and sofas on both the ground floor and the mezzanine. It had been drawn in by the a cappella group performing in front of the main tree, belting out Christmas carols that echoed off the vaulted ceilings and marble floors.

“Oh -y god, Dad,” Lila gleamed. “Thi- pace is bottom.”

“Bottom?” Clint chuckled. “Is that—some new slang term I’m unfamiliar with?”

“No, not bottom,” Lila corrected, rolling her eyes. “A-W-E-S-O-M-E,” she fingerspelled. “You know, a-azi—.”

“Oh! Yeah,” he agreed easily, before shifting to a more teasing tone. “Doesn’t compete with the Super 8’s we’re used to, though.”

Cooper scoffed. “--e recuperate is a du-p paired to it.”

“Yeah, well, don’t get too used to it,” Clint warned, hedging on what he hoped was an appropriate response given he wasn’t entirely sure what Cooper had said. “In all likelihood, this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.”

“Wow. Way to be a tota- downer, Dad,” Cooper deadpanned.

“Yeah, carry knee,” Lila added, followed immediately by a stern “yeah” from Nate.

Clint bit back a snort. “Well, I do try,” he replied wryly, barely managing to keep the smirk off his face. “Now, why don’t you guys grab a seat,” he suggested, pointing to one of the few empty sofas left in the lobby. “Listen to the carolers, while I get us checked in?”

“Ok,” they agreed readily, before starting to shuffle off in the direction he’d indicated.

“Text Momma for me,” he called after them. “Let her know we’re at the hotel. And please keep an eye on your brother. Don’t let him wander off.”

“Got it,” Lila replied, as Cooper threw a thumbs-up in Clint’s general direction.

Clint watched them for a moment, his eyes sweeping the room, before stepping up to the front desk.

“Hi,” he greeted the receptionist. “Checking in for Barton, Clinton.”

“We-co-e,” she replied, smiling warmly before turning to her computer to pull up the reservation. “Right, winter Barton, I’-e got you in —e Grand Treat and an adjoini— Grand Duck- into queen bed-.”

“Two rooms?” he asked a little stupidly.

“Does bat not round correct?” she asked worriedly.

Clint hesitated as he attempted to process what he’d heard both from an auditory and conceptual view point. He had to admit he was a little taken aback by the prospect of two rooms Though, he really shouldn’t have been, especially considering the majority of this venture was being funded by Stark. A man who’d custom-built individual apartments in his home for what were essentially five strangers.

It was just that, anytime Clint traveled, whether it was with Laura and the family or on a mission with Natasha, they’d only ever reserved one room. One room was safer. It made it easier to watch over each other and to have each other’s backs. It kept them close, not just physically, but also emotionally. It was what he was used to. It was what they’d preferred. The thought of having two was foreign. It didn’t sit right.

“-ir?” the receptionist asked, jarring him out of his thoughts. “Would you -ike or -e to ca— -tark Indu-trie- to terri-y —e re-er-ation?”

“No, no,” Clint assured her, piecing together enough of her question to formulate a response. “I’m sure whatever you have is right. I just—wasn’t expecting two rooms.”

“I under-tand,” she told him, with another smile. “—e rune- ha-e a-ready been -igned or. I ju-t need to tree your dryer’- crisis.”

“My I.D.?” Clint asked, waiting for her to confirm, before pulling his wallet from his pocket and sliding the small plastic card across the counter. He waited patiently, eyes drifting back to the sofa to check on his kids, as she verified his identity.

“—e-e are your root key-,” she informed him, sliding four card keys and his license across the counter. “Trail or no grant you acce— to —e poo- area and it must rune-. Your rune- are on —e twentie— war, you -ay u-e —e generator bear to your right. Wood you bike he-p wi— your bag-?”

“No,” Clint replied, latching on to the last question as he returned his license and wallet to his pocket. “We can manage. Thanks.”

“I p-ea-ure, -ir.”

“Twentieth floor?” he asked as he picked up the keys.

“Yes, -ir.”

“Elevators?”

“—ere to your right,” she replied, pointing for emphasis.

“Thanks.”

“You’re we-co-e. Enjoy your -tay.”

Clint nodded before turning from the counter. He managed to catch Lila’s attention as he started towards the elevators and motioned for the three of them to follow.

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