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[dreaming-of-mossballs]

Bamboo for a Bashful Captain - (Gepard x Reader) - Chapter 3

Summary: Gepard gives you a tour of the city (although it’s more like you’re dragging him along.)

▸ Genre(s): Fluff, a sprinkling of angst

▸ Word Count: 15k in total, 2.9k for this Chapter

▸ Tags: Gepard x reader

▸ Warnings: Food mention, possible ooc, reader is shorter than Gepard and slightly fem coded, explicit pronouns aren’t used but Serval calls you a doll,

A/N: I took most of my rules for writing dialogue from some random Wings Of Fire I had on my desk. It’s been so many years since I’ve read it.

MASTERLIST (also link to series)

The sun was high in the sky the next day when you met Gepard in front of the Everwinter Monument. 

He was hard to miss, really. The light reflected off every possible inch of his uniform. When you turned to face him, you had to shield your eyes with a gasp.

Oh, this man was too brilliant for everyday life. 

“I hope you weren't waiting too long,” he said gently, blonde strands of hair waving in the breeze. 

“Not at all! I was just taking my time admiring the monument.” You gazed back up at the incredible sculpture. “That’s not real ice… is it? I feel stupid for asking,” You murmured. 

“Not exactly. It does look remarkably realistic, though. It was made as a tribute to Plamya, one of the many great architects of this city,”

“What did she do?” You looked at him, feeling intrigued but slightly uneducated.

“She's the one who led the charge in constructing the citadel in order to protect the city from the eternal freeze,” he responded, gazing up at the structure. 

“I can't believe one woman spearheaded that entire operation!” you commented. “You sure know a lot about the history of Belobog, Gepard,”

“You could say that. Now, why don't we get going? There’s a lot to see in Belobog’s administrative district,” 

———

To say there was “a lot to see” in the Administrative District was the understatement of the century. 

It was everything you had imagined it to be, pieced together from stories told by your upperclassmen, and more. Your first decision was to stop at various newspaper stands, ecstatically flipping through half of the available merchandise. 

There was so much to read up here! In the Underworld, the same 30 books were cycled between people over and over again. Most of them were medical records kept by Natasha, too. 

Gepard made sure to point out important buildings and historic facts to you as you walked. You had no idea there was so much history to the place! You started bouncing down the street so excitedly, he had to pull you out of the way of an oncoming street car. 

Next, you made sure to peer through the windows of all of the shops. At one particular clothing store, you bent down to get a closer look at the stitchwork on the pieces. There was not a seam to be found. Your guide noticed you staring particularly hard at a certain item of clothing.

“Is there anything that piqued your interest?” Gepard inquired. You sighed, scrunching your face up.

“Well, yes, but I'd rather not spend recklessly right now. I don't want to look like an upstart,” you scoffed. You stared at the article a little longer before turning away and standing up.

“That’s understandable.” He folded his arms and nodded. He took a step back to get a better look at the display window that belonged to the boutique you were so curious about. 

After successfully making every shop owner in a 3-block radius uncomfortable, you decided to check out the famous theater in the area. The building was more elegant than anything you had ever seen in your life, with square columns were detailed down to the centimeter. You figured a single chunk would fetch a pretty decent price. You did still have your old mining pickaxe—,

You squished your face with your hands suddenly to dispel your unholy thoughts. A confused expression flickered across Gepard’s face, but he thought nothing of it. He merely wasn’t accustomed to seeing people this excited, especially when he was present.

You decided to write down a reminder to buy tickets for your next day off.

By noon, you were ridiculously parched from scurrying around the city. You spotted your savior, a friendly vending machine, resting by the stone wall of the lower level of the city. You enthusiastically punched in the numbers for a Jim Roger Bread Soda, asking Gepard if he would like one too.

“Soda? I’ve only had the pleasure of trying it once,” he responded, 

“Ah, I see. We used to drink it a lot when the water wasn't safe,” you reminisced, meeting his gaze. “I wasn't sure if you guys indulged in that type of thing up here,”

“It wouldn't hurt to expand my view on beverages, I suppose.” He rested a hand on his chin thoughtfully.

You fed some more coins into the machine, and out popped a differently shaped bottle. It was rather small, especially for someone with hands like Gepard’s. 

“The carbonation in this one is a little weaker, so maybe you'll like it better. Who knows?” You said with a grin, handing it to him.

When he inspected the label, it read, “Strawberry Svarog”, complete with a curly straw and a cartoon of a laughing child. He deduced it must have been a children’s soda, popping the cap off and tilting his head back, but you stopped him before the bottle reached his lips.

“Nuh uh,” you shook your head disapprovingly. “You’ve gotta use the straw, or else you won't get the full experience!” 

He looked at you quizzically. “Do I really have to?”

You pursed your lips at him. He sighed, tearing open the straw and taking a sip. You had to admit, he did look a little silly, with a serious look on his face and his nose all scrunched up. Stifling a giggle, you screwed the cap off your own soda.

“How is it?” You asked. “I don't think I've ever had that flavor before— Strawberry Svarog? I wonder what he would think if he found out he was being used as a marketing gimmick,” you snickered. 

What on Jarilo-VI is a strawberry? Gepard wondered.

“Not too shabby. Here, try some.” He held it out to you, but instead of taking it in your hands to drink, you leaned forward and took a sip while he was still holding it.

The background chatter around you seemed to cease slightly. 

“I agree! A little on the lukewarm side, but—,”

Mortified, you realized what you had done. 

“Shoot—! I'm s-sorry. Must be gardener’s reflexes or something! I guess I thought I still had dirt on my hands or something… hahaha,” you trailed off.

Your face felt like it was burning as you flailed your arms about, so you spun around quickly to prevent him from seeing your frazzled expression. 

And it was a good thing you did, too, or else you would have seen his.

The soldier next to you resembled more so a “strawberry” than a man. His eyes darted around wildly as he turned the other way to give you some privacy, his hands falling to his side. 

“W-well, no matter.” He coughed. “Why don't we stop and get something to eat as well? You must be famished,”

“Yeah… definitely,”

———

Gepard took you to the cafe by Serval’s workshop, where she and Molly would often stop by on their lunch breaks. You grabbed a croquette sandwich, and him, a muffin. You sat down at the metal tables outside and began to enjoy your food. 

The guard made a noticeable clanking noise as he sat down. He was almost a head taller than you. It was a little embarrassing, frankly. 

“So, Gepard, do you always wear your uniform when you're out and about?” You questioned. 

“I do, yes.” He nodded.

“It has to be comfortable if you wear it all the time, then,” 

Gepard hummed thoughtfully. “Not exactly. But it is required of me, after all.” He took a bite of his muffin. 

You reached across the table and grasped the arm with the gauntlet, examining it closely.

“Whoa! It’s really warm!” You exclaimed, turning his hand over so his palm faced upwards. You curled each of his fingers almost instinctively. “This thing makes you look really tough, you know?” You added. 

Gepard could have died right then and there, and he would have been happy.

“R-really? You think so?” He closed his eyes bashfully. 

You hummed in response, still focused on his handguard.

Come to think of it, I don't think I've seen anyone around here that looks remotely close to him, you wondered. I figured there would be more, since he's a soldier and all, 

You took a bite of your food, determined to remain unbothered. Gepard finished his muffin quickly, so you offered him half your sandwich in your usual generous fashion. 

As you finished up, a commotion coming from the center of the plaza drew your attention. A crowd of around forty people had gathered by the monument, clapping their hands to a steady beat. They seemed to be arranged in a circle surrounding someone.

Your face lit up as you heard the tones of an instrument beneath the chatter of people. The metal chair, which you had been sitting in previously, was pushed away with a screech as you got up. 

Gepard reached out a hand to you as you sprinted towards the throes of people, but faltered and let out a defeated sigh. He gave in and rose to join you instead.

When you reached the center of the square, you spotted the musician you often saw practicing outside the shop, strumming her guitar as people smiled around her. (Although the only reason you knew of her was because Vaska had a huge crush on her and would NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT IT. “Ooh, (Y/N), do you think she likes reading? Do you think she likes Tale of the Winterlands???” It was actually kind of sweet, though.)

According to your sheepish co-worker, it was “just a passing fancy”. This “passing fancy” had been going on for about two months. 

I wonder if I should take a video to send to her, you wondered with an amused smile.

You began to tap your foot in sync with the downbeats of the song. You were taken aback by just how quickly the music ensnared you in its hold. It filled you with energy that coursed through your veins.

And it seemed like you weren't the only one, either. Several people in the crowd began to dance, children and couples alike twirling hand-in-hand. You feel a grin start to form on your face, and decided that now would be a great time to join the fray. 

You leapt into the center, right next to the musician, who gave you a wink. You swayed on your feet with the strums of the guitar, your dress whirling. You kicked your legs into the air, mirroring the person across from you with a giggle. 

Meanwhile, Gepard was politely making his way towards the front of the crowd. 

“Excuse me, apologies, coming through,” he muttered while tapping on people’s shoulders. The crowd parted when they spotted him coming. 

He strained his neck to look into the mass of dancers, spotting you at the center, dipping your arms and spinning on your feet with another girl your age. 

You caught a glimpse of Gepard’s iconic uniform in your line of sight, and immediately waltzed over to him in a rather dramatic fashion. 

You ran your fingers down his forearms lightly, and then interlaced your hands with his, yanking him backwards with all your might into the dancers. He yelped as he stumbled into your arms. For someone built like a tank, he sure came unbalanced easily. 

“Wait— ah, h-hold on, I don't know how to dance—,” Gepard stammered, glancing down at you. 

“That's fine, just hold on to me!” You winked at him, pulling him closer so he couldn't back out. You rested a hand on his shoulder, and wrapped the other around his gauntlet. You shuffled him into a silly looking box step, something that would resemble a dance a family might have in the kitchen.

Gepard’s breath was much heavier than usual, especially because he was in such close proximity to you. Your chests were pressed together, in order to take up the least amount of space as other people spun past you. 

His eyes were wide with surprise as you raised his arm and twirled under it. It took all of his concentration to keep his hands from shaking. He was worried about gripping you too tightly or too loosely, as one wrong move from a guard like him could squish you. 

He tried to dispel his worries, and instead focused on you. You were as radiant as the sun, with a smile brighter than the Belobog snow. 

You two wove through the crowd, stepping rowdily with the upbeat music, and he tried his best to keep up. Gepard felt his cheeks warming while you stared into his eyes, an elated expression paining your features. Unfortunately, it was cut short though. You stepped on your own foot and sent you both tumbling onto the pavement, the clatter of his armor dimming the laughter of children for a split second. 

The crowd stepped out of the way as you rolled on the stone ground, limbs tangling together. 

You burst into raucous laughter as you sat up, holding your stomach because it hurt so much and wiping tears from your eyes. Gepard was engaged in breathy laughter of his own. He looked just like a prince when he was happy, you realized.

“Wow, that was… incredible,” He coughed.

“I know right? I have the grace and beauty of a warp trotter.” You got up and curtseyed, flaring your jacket for extra impact and offering a hand to him.

“I don't see why that matters as long as you're having fun,” He took your hand and you pulled him up with a grunt.

You noticed the crowd was giving you some strange glances, some of them looking directly at you as they whispered under their breath. You clenched your jaw slightly. 

“I guess you're right. On the other hand, you got pretty into it too!” You turned your attention back to him, teasing him with a grin. He wiped his cheek with a distracted look.

Heading out of the crowd, you leaned on his shoulder like a wounded soldier. When you finally escaped, you realized the sun was setting with a start.

“My gosh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean for it to take this long,” you spoke, embarrassed. “I just got super caught up in the moment, s’all,” 

“No worries,” He said as he gestured reassuringly. “I enjoyed it. I can't remember the last time I spent some quality time in the city,”

“I guess there's always some fun to be had, even if you've lived here your whole life,” you commented. “Wait! I almost forgot— I wanted to get a picture in front of the monument,” you fished your phone out from your bag.

“Of course,” he said courteously, holding his hand out towards you. You looked at him, puzzled.

“Of us, I mean,”

“Oh, um… sure,” He swallowed a lump in his throat.

“It’s all right if you'd rather not,” you yammered, your face beginning to heat up. “It’s just that it's my first time on an outing with a friend! I wanted something to remember it by,” 

“It's fine, it’s not an inconvenience or anything,” he blurted out. 

You motioned for him to stand in front of the monument next to you and raised your phone up. No matter how hard you tried though, you could never catch more than half of his face in the frame, even on your tippy toes. You grumbled as you kept trying to adjust your position.

He took the phone from you gently, holding it up so it caught you both from above. The shutter clicked and he handed it back to you, and you raised your arms above your head with a cheer.

“It looks great! Thank you so, so much. I’ll send it to you once I get the chance,” you beamed. 

“I would enjoy that,” he responded with a soft smile. Fortunately for him, the sunset hid the blush on his face that stubbornly refused to go away. 

He walked you back to the florists, shoulder to shoulder. The streets were now quieter, with the trams having stopped for the day, and all that remained outside the shop was a group of kids and their caretakers. 

You stopped at the stairs, bowing your head when you turned around. 

“Thank you for accompanying me today,” you said gently, rocking from the balls of your feet to your heels. 

“My pleasure,” Gepard replied. He placed a hand on his chest and nodded back, just like a gentleman would. 

As corny as it seemed, your heart fluttered in your ribcage. Resting a hand on your hip, you used the other one to flick him in the forehead, sending a few strands of golden hair flying. You bit your lip to keep from laughing. 

His eyes sprung open, his hand going to his forehead in surprise. 

“It’s best you get going,” you said. “Soldiers need their beauty rest, after all. Get home safely!” 

He nodded with a silent smile before turning away and starting off towards the direction of Qlipoth Fort. While he was walking, he felt a vibration in his pocket. 

His phone had one new notification, which was from you. Gepard opened up the messaging app to see the photo you had taken. You were wearing a goofy grin, and he was bent down with his lips pressed together sheepishly.

Gepard felt something akin to happiness bubbling up from his chest. He looked up into the sky, allowing himself a single second to loosen up, and pumped his fists into his chest. He sauntered towards the estate, humming one of his sister’s songs as he went. 

Meanwhile, the kids playing nearby were dumbfounded. A little red-haired girl stopped and pointed at him.

“Mommy, what's that man doing?”

2023 - Dreaming-of-Mossballs - Do not repost/translate without my permission - NO AI

[headmistressdelecaille]

From the desk of Delphine Delecaille Headmistress The Institute for Advanced Learning Malvolio Island November 1, 2023

TO MY FACULTY, STUDENTS, & ISLAND RESIDENTS,

Delecaille House is now open to residents, and with its opening, I am happy to announce that rentals and claims are no longer on hold.

Unclaimed slaves may report to the basement to receive their room assignments.

A team of administration workers have been stationed outside of Delecaille House; masters may see them to receive their keys and suite assignments.

I would like to thank you all once again for your patience during this transition, and to issue my sincerest thanks to the generous masters who have opened their homes to those unhoused by the destruction of the previous dormitories.

Sincerely,

Delphine Delecaille, Headmistress

OOC: If your character should have been assigned a room or a suite, but is not on the pages linked above, please shoot a message to the main and we'll remedy it! Thanks!

[bearchived]

yes  beard  loves  his  job,  so  so  so  much. 

yes  he  will  throw  away  his  laptop  if  he  gets  one  more  email

[ofauris-archived]

I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE

Alright, so due to the overwhelming support on making this decision, I have decided to go forward with recreating the blog. I will now be over on MEMXRIAE. I will be following my mutuals and those I have threads with on this blog as best as I can. This is to help me regain my productivity, and so I do ask that-- well, if you can, follow me over there and I’ll follow you back if we’re mutuals on this blog.

I’ll be making this my pinned post. I hope to see you all over there <3 

[symphonicdream-a]

@lady-quen said:

....MonHun Palicoes?

Yuuuup xD; ft. the Meowscular Chef

[burningdaggers]

tfw you’re trying to go check things and accidentally follow someone so you unfollow just as fast

I’M SORRY TO THE PERSON I FOLLOWED, THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT. MY TRACKPAD HATES ME.

[finalhxaven]

Here’s another reminder that at any point at all, please feel free to LET ME KNOW I MIGHT HAVE FORGOTTEN A THREAD!

Mom used to say I’d lose my head if it wasn’t attached to my neck. Happy Munday folks!

[starfellswords]

So I made this blog and then proceeded to forget it exists.

You can find Lumine over here instead.

I’m bad at managing blogs, sorry.

[oraclesbow--a]

[theodora3022]

Selfish Deeds (Yandere! Gojou Satoru)

Summary: Satoru just wants you to be free of danger. If you are so knowledgeable why can’t you understand that he only wish the best for you?

A/N: This is just one snippet of many out of a collection(haven't decide the name just yet)...Since I have not read the manga(anime-only for now) so I just got a vague impression of what Gojou has been through, but that does not stop me from writing him like the cocky bastard he is. Hopefully it is not too OOC(as if yandere variant itself is not OOC enough pfttt) The reader is a stubborn psycho because that is what I am :) Will there be some future pieces that involves nsfw elements? I got a few ideas but no promises.

I blame @popi-the-fatui for my Gojou brainrots. You got your revenge on me by making me attracted to this dubious man. Word count: 1.6k

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Warnings: Female pronouns, Possessive behaviour, DELUSIONAL behaviour, non-consensual touching, power inbalance, general yandere content, slight mention of confinement and violence(This is not a healthy relationship dynamic!!!), reader is not a soft UWU girl, kthis is so self indulgent *buries myself into the bottomless pit of shame

It has been nearly fifteen minutes since the headquarter disconnected the call, yet you are still staring at your phone screen with disbelief.

You were supposed to travel to another city for a mission tomorrow, they had notified you of this mission a week ago.

You already got your luggage packed, and your theoretical research on the objective is thoroughly done. Then they dare to inform you: they have found a more suitable candidate! Right on the day before your departure too.

Your curse techniques have already limited you to more of a supporting role for most situations. There are not plenty of missions available for you to begin with. While you are content with educating the fresh blood of the community in classrooms the majority of the time, you still long for field actions every once in a while. It is an essential part of being a Jujutsu sorcerer after all.

Both you and the soft-spoken secretary who made the call know this is nonsense. The higher-ups recognize that you are one of, if not the best sorcerers available when it comes to reconnaissance and espionage.

Letting out a sigh of immeasurable frustration, you swore to yourself that you will find out who is the conductor of this humiliating turn of events. This is going to be difficult since you do not recall having any issues with any of the administration staff recently.

There is no reversing this misfortune, but at least you can be aware of who is responsible for such violation of conduct.

He is only doing this to protect you.

Gojou Satoru tells himself as such, at least.

He is aware of how unfair it is, to make someone less capable to take on the job. But he cannot risk your safety. The man has already got used to your company, and he is not willing to just let you disappear from his field of view for more than a week. Sure, you might have not admitted how much you like him yet, but it is just too endearing to see you flustered at his flirtatious words.

Although there have been some difficulties with rescheduling, he managed to use his connections to exclude you from that first-grade mission at last minute. On the bright side, the sorcerer cannot wait to lend you an ear to vent about how conservative and unfair the higher-ups can be. Maybe you will even say yes to a trip to the newest local bakery! You need some sweet treats to cheer yourself up, don’t you?

But Satoru has never thought about how you specialize in putting two and two together. (understandable since he never saw you in action before).

------------------

Strange, you are not near the usual area in the library.

Sensing his footsteps, you opened your office door before Satoru had a chance to knock.

“We need to talk, Gojou-san.” That expression is new. This is the first time he sees you genuinely angry, which is to be expected.

But somehow he got a bad feeling about this.

You did not even invite him to sit down, instead just standing next to the floor window, arm crossed, with your back turned to him.

“Why would you do such a thing?” You have to use up all of your self-control to prevent yourself from having a full blow-up right at Gojou Satoru. Maintain composure. But it is easier said then done.

Does he think this is funny? To sabotage someone else's sorcerer career like this? You knew you should have kept him out of your daily life, as he is nothing but trouble to you. But you made the mistake of choosing to tolerate him, and some superficial part of you might even enjoy his dallying words a bit too much.

To the extent, you overlooked some red flags. This is a grievous error indeed.

Shit, now that he vaguely remembers what role you play on missions.“(y/n)-chan, what are you saying-” He knows you always act in supporting positions, however, he has overlooked your actual abilities and curse techniques. You collect intel and spy on enemies, how could he forget that? “Don’t play dumb with me. You got your ways, I got mine. There is no use denying what you have done. I thought you out of all people would understand what it means to be a sorcerer.”

This is a violation of protocol, changing mission assignments at the last minute. However, you know this man would not be receiving any solid punishment should you decide to report this. They would say there is “no harm done” and you would just receive a pitiful apology. Suppose you cannot blame them though.

They need Gojou Satoru, the Jujutsu community needs his prowess to keep innocent people safe. He will remain in the system no matter what.

Why are you questioning his motives? Does he have to spell it out for you? Letter by letter?

“You are not a skilled combatant, (y/n)-chan. What if you got yourself hurt?” Or even worse, killed. It scares him to think that you could be gone one day, how he would walk by this office corridor and never sees you sitting behind the desk ever again.

Not much in this world could send Gojou Satoru a chill down his spine, yet the thought of you dying is now on the list. He knows how petty this is, you wouldn’t be the one doing the actual exorcising after all. But the if, the slight possibilty.

He cannot allow that to happen, not ever. Even that means angering you and getting yelled at.

“What am I, some normal lawful citizen? I am a sorcerer just like you, Gojou-san. Putting ourselves on the line for innocents is part of the deal.” You let out a few short, sarcastic giggles, narrowing your eyes at him with fury. “It’s funny that you, out of all people, fail to understand that. If I am needed I will do what I must. If this is some sort of sick joke, stop it already, not funny. ”

Blunt, unrelenting stubbornness. Not like that’s news for him, Satoru has lots of experience with that since the day your path crossed. Although he finds this quality to be adorable most of the time, it can pose major problems like the present.

Oh, he is not angry at you. Satoru is more outraged at himself, don’t you worry. On the contrary, he is rather intrigued by your sarcastic remarks! However…

Instead of walking towards where you stood near the window, the man decides to take a turn towards the door.

That flashing panic within your eyes did not escape his sight.

The illusion figure you were projecting near the window dissipated instantly once he got your left wrist in his hand. Concealing yourself and projecting illusions, a rare techique indeed.

“Clever tactic. Making yourself invisible, projecting a faux illusion to distract me, leaving the door open and staying close to the exit. Your curse techniques are impressive. I almost got fooled, job well-done (y/n)-chan.”

The grip on your wrist suddenly tightens, you have to bite your lip to hold back a hiss of pain. How can he still flash that casual, playful smile when committing such atrocity? Those damned cerulean blue eyes too, you are ashamed of how you tremble and (internally) swoon at it at the same time.

Efforts to get away would most likely be futile, but you have to try. “See, you underestimated your opponent. I do see why you are good with lurking in the shadows now. Do you have any idea what I am capable of though?” Such delicate hands, it would be a shame if they were to bruise.

It’s unnerving how easy it looks for him to maintain a solid grip on your wrist while you pull back with all of your might. You know Gojou Satoru is strong and all, but this simple demonstration of strength is devastatingly effective. “Let go of me, you bastard!”

To your surprise, he softens his grip and you finally distanced yourself from him, panting and guarded. “Who are you to decide what I should and what I should not do? I made it crystal clear on the first day that I do not like you for the slightest.”

You know the walls are thin and coworkers might heard you, but you will have to worry about it later. It is, sadly, a matter of fact that you are somehow attracted to him, but that does not give him the right to use it against you. You must not give in to the temptation.

“You are pretty slow on the uptake for someone so smart. I was thinking of doing this naturally, we can go on normal dates to coffee shops, amusement parks, or even the museum if that is what you wish for. But now I see you do not know how much you mean to me.” Do you think Gojou-san is only flirting with you for the fun of it? It might have been the case in the beginning, but that is not the case since...recently.

He did not stop you again when you turned away, giving him one last menacing look and disappeared from his sight, even if he could see the faint trace of your curse energy. You will return to him and apologize after you calm down, he is confident about that. You value your job way too much to quit.

Then he could finally pull you into his arms, saying he does not mind and forgive your childish tantrums. Satoru does not plan to lock you up in a cage or anything(yet)! The students adore you and they need your guidance. Your clan is insignificant compared to his, your influence? Does he even need to consider that?

Gojou Satoru would always achieve his goals by whatever means possible. You are no exception to this.

[luxeacademyhqs]

From the Desk of the Headmistress: 

Good Afternoon students of Luxe Academy! On behalf of all the faculty and staff, I would like to wish you the happiest of Fridays, and the best of weekends! The time has come, students, for me to announce the next event to hit the halls of Luxe! As I am sure you are all aware, we have officially entered what is known as the Spooky Season! The coming of October brings the opportunity for many fun and interactive events, and you may all rest assured that we here at the Academy intend to take full advantage of every opportunity the season has to offer. Below, you will find a schedule of events hosted by Luxe Academy throughout the month of October. I urge you to keep in mind that while participation in these events are optional, attendance will promise not only a thrilling break from the day-to-day, but the chance to earn points, able to be used towards rewards! As always, anyone with questions is both welcome and encouraged to reach out, we are always more than happy to help! Enjoy your evenings, and do not forget to have fun!

OOC: Please note that certain events will incur their own separate posts later in the month, further explaining how each will work! Remember that in order to earn points for any of these events, you must post either Social Media photos OR participate in threads on the dash, discussing what your character(s) attended, and what they did at the event! Please remember to tag ANY relevant threads/posts with the tag luxe.event003!

Friday, October 8, 2021 - Sunday, October 31, 2021: Luxe Academy Haunted House

Open nightly in the Courtyard from dusk until 11:00 PM, the Haunted House is a truly terrifying experience for those who wish to seek it. Comprised of three different themed sections, terror awaits around every corner. Featuring: Into the Dollhouse, Slashers, Thrashers, and Head Bashers, and Medical Malpractice Haunts. 

Saturday, October 9, 2021: Haunted Movie Night

Beginning at sunset, join your classmates in the Gymnasium for a night of terrifying flicks, sure to both thrill and chill any who attend. Please bring your own pillows, blankets, and comfort items. Refreshments provided. Featuring: The House on Haunted Hill, followed by Thirteen Ghosts

Friday, October 15, 2021 - Sunday, October 17, 2021: Door Decorating Contest

Beginning at 5:00 PM on Friday, students are invited to decorate the doors of their suites using any crafting medium they so choose. Get as creative as you’d like with it! Make doors spooky, cute, scary, or anything else you can think of, provided it stays within the Halloween theme. Judging will occur Sunday, October 17, 2021 (to participate, make sure you post a pic of your characters’ door for their entry to be counted)! There will be prizes for first, second, and third place winners!

Friday, October 22, 2021 - Saturday, October 23, 2021: Halloween Movie Marathon and Camp Out: Horror through the Ages

Starting at sundown on Friday, October 22, 2021 in the Courtyard, Luxe will be hosting a movie marathon, running until 11:59 PM on Saturday, October 23, 2021. Students are invited to set up camp (tents and sleeping bags available for rent in the Administrative Offices) or pop in and out as they please! Join us for a journey through horror, beginning with the Lon Chaney Jr. classic The Wolfman, hitting all the greats including Alfred Hitchcock, Stephen King, Wes Craven, John Carpenter, and many more! Refreshments provided! Fire pits will be set up Friday and Saturday night, hosting s’mores making, weenie roasting, and group scary stories told in the dark! 

Friday, October 29, 2021: Halloween Carnival and Costume Contest

Join us in the Courtyard and Gymnasium for a day and night packed full of fun activities for all to enjoy. Check out our plethora of games, such as Bobbing for Apples, Cake Walks, Pin the Bone on the Zombie, Name that Monster, and many more! Craft stations will be set up for students to make various masks and decorations! Enjoy Halloween-themed treats at any of our Spooky Food Vendors, participate for your chance to win in any of the staff-sponsored raffles! And, don’t forget to enter our Campus Costume Contest! The Carnival will begin at 10:00 AM on Friday morning, and will run until midnight! Costume Contest entries must be submitted no later than 4:00 PM! The Contest will begin at 4:30 PM, with judging completed at 5:00 PM! Prizes will be given for first, second, and third place winners!

Saturday, October 30, 2021: Luxe Academy Annual Halloween Ball

Our annual Halloween Ball will be held in the Gymnasium from 7:00 PM - midnight! Come dressed in your finest, classiest costumes, as this year’s theme is Royalty Through the Ages. Refreshments provided! Don’t forget to pick up a Masquerade Mask on your way in, to be used later in the night!

Sunday, October 31, 2021: Campus Trick or Treating

Our Halloween Festivities will wrap up Sunday evening with a campus-wide Trick or Treat from 6:00 PM - 8:30 PM! Join us in the Courtyard for candy, prizes, music, bonfires, a BBQ, and tons more fun! Students may make their own tables/stands to pass out candy or treats from, or they may choose to simply participate in the fun!

[bielbraganca]

      𝐡𝐬𝐡𝐪𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤𝟎𝟐𝟖: 𝐆𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋'𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐅𝐅: 

                              𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗺 | 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗲 

It may come as a surprise, but Gabriel is extremely responsible and committed to his engagements, especially, because he has a career outside his life as a prince. With F1, he has to be in 5 continents and 21 countries for the biggest portion of the year and his staff has to be a well-oiled machine, with people he can trust to, not only get the work done and represent him when he is not able to do it himself, but understand the life he leads on and work to make things happen as they should. 

The majority of his staff payment is made through his personal fortune and only the people working directly through the ends of HRH are redirected to the Royal House. With his retirement on Formula 1, some of these people might be redirected to work on other aspects but Gabriel wants them close. They are like family to him. It’s #Team16 which is the number of Gabriel’s car. 

ooc disclaimer: i’m very proud and love this & his team. #dreamteam

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎 — 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥'𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐚 

FC: Stefania Spampinato 

In 2012, after attending the Olympic games in London, Gabriel was in a dinner with a few activists and athletes to talk about the importance of sports in the life of children in situations of vulnerability and how it could become an important tool of change. One of the activists in that table was Francesca Machiatto, an Italian researching with a degree in business by the Università di Roma and a master in Science, Politics, and Communication by the University of Oxford. 

After that dinner, Gabriel asked for a meeting with her and then, in 2014, The Prince Royal’s Foundation Gabriel de Bragança was born with Francesca announced as the CEO. The Foundation was set up as the vehicle to the Portuguese Prince charitable giving, he intended to use the Foundation as the main vehicle for their future charitable activities and through raising sustainable sources of funds, the Foundation is able to make charitable grants and support projects of particular interest. However, the main focus is to help children, in situation of vulnerability, to thrive through sports. The official location for the Foundation is near the palace in Lisboa, but with Gabriel living in Marabello and then Monaco, they often find each other traveling to meet up. 

It’s no surprise they become close during the process of creation, the admiration and gratitude he feels for her is beyond comparison, the foundation is his most prideful project and the money comes from his pocket and sponsorships contracts when need. 

Francesca is one of his closest friend, she lives with her family in Portugal and Gabriel is the godfather of her youngest daughter. 

𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐘 — 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 

FC: Robert Downey Jr. 

There’s a game Emanuel and Gabriel like to play when the prince wants to do something that Emanuel is completely against it, but, since he knows how stubborn and quit annoying Biel can be, he says that if and only if, Gabriel wins the game, he will let him do what he wants. In all the time they know each other, Gabriel has never won, unless Emanuel wants him to, which could be a max of four times. 

Emanuel Downey is a Jewish descent whose family has migrated to Portugal after his grandparents got married. Born in Lisboa, he has entered military life right after high school and thriving in his career, gave him a spot as a security guard for the palace when Afonso was King. He made a name to himself inside the Royal House and became a man of trust especially after Henrique’s coronation. When the twins were born, Emanuel was pointed as one of the personal guards and grew closer to Gabriel. You never saw the young prince without Emanuel by his side, even in his most mischievous acts that used to drive Emanuel crazy, he’d find his way to stand close enough. Biel may say he has mastered the art of trick Manuel, but the joke is on himself because Manuel is always one step in front of him. Literally. 

It was no surprise when he was invited to be the Head of Security for Gabriel’s team when he formed a staff of his own. He is responsible for the security scheme to all Biel’s travel, when he is working, vacationing or in public engagements for the King. Manuel has also received honors for his work and probably has a viscount or sir status (ooc: need to figure that out) 

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐄𝐋𝐋 — 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 & 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 

FC: Caterina Scorsone 

Antonia has worked with the royal family before but was assigned to be the head of communication & spokes for Gabriel soon after his eighteen birthday — to her own displeasure. They were not very fond of each other, especially because Gabriel was not the greatest ‘boss’ to deal with. He was in the transition of being a teenager and then becoming a young adult, wanting to prosper on his own with a career in Formula One. Back then, the media was loving to see a bit of the irresponsible and misbehaved prince, they fed that reputation and on his 21st birthday when the pictures of a naked poker game in his hotel room was sold to the press, Antonia was with a foot on the door to resign. 

Yet, it only took a honest conversation between him and the entire staff working with her so they could understand one another, but especially Antonia. Gabriel came clear, he was afraid, of course, on that end of summer, he was going to be announce as the new driver for Ferrari and that was a dream he worked for so long and also, the Foundation was now a reality. Antonia promised to protect his dream and him, if Gabriel starts to collaborate, listen and work with her. He was no stranger to media training, to etiquetes or how to proper present himself, he is, after all, a member of royal house. These were the things he was taught from early age. Gabriel only needed to put in practice. 

Nowadays, Antonia could not be happier with him, he is a lot easier to deal with because Gabriel is not very open about his personal life and only take public engagements when is extremely required. Usually those are related to the Foundation, the Scuderia or when his his Father, the King, asks him to. With Ferrari, he is usually accompanied by the team’s PR. He has learn to stay away from trouble, or at least, to not have it spread all over social media. 

𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐈 — 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫 

FC: Ellen Pompeo 

Everything related to His Royal Highness, Prince Gabriel of Portugal must pass by Loretta’s desk first (even before Gabriel has any knowledge of). She is responsible to his agenda as a royal and his personal advisor on the subjects and also works close to Francesca, Antonia and Emanuel. She comes from a lineage that has been providing its services to the Royal Family, both in Portugal and Italy. Her father was a military man in Italy who fell in love with Portuguese woman that used to serve the Royal House, they married and had four children being Loretta the middle one. 

Like her father, she decided to have a military career, choosing to join the navy when she graduated from the Universidade do Porto with a degree in Business Administration. She came back to Lisboa after her father got sick and Loretta had to help her mother and ended up taking on a job in the Royal House as one of Biel’s nanny. The woman then decided to further her education, she had military training, a business degree but wanted to search for ways to develop and further her career to keep working for the Royal House in Portugal. 

Loretta is almost like a mother to him, what she says goes and he trusts her with his eyes closed. They developed a close bond since she has watch him grow right in front of her eyes and, due her age back then she was always full of energy to keep up with his pace, to learn how to play a new sport he wanted, to accompany him in kart competitions, to go watch games and everything in between. It was hard when Biel went away for boarding school, but it was no surprised when he asked her to be his royal advisor and secretary. 

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐒 ‘𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄’ 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐂𝐇 — 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 #𝟏 

FC: Taylor Kitsch 

Born in Texas, he is the eldest of three boys and the one that does not live there anymore. Unlike Emanuel and Pedro, Lucas doesn’t have military training but is a professional fighter with a black belt in many forms of martial arts. Luke was known back home for his career in football as one of the fullback/running backs for his hometown team and, later, for UCLA. 

Upon graduation, he decided to not go pro, and instead, he decided to stay in LA and open a martial arts academy with one of his friends from high school. However, Luke made a name for himself when he started to take jobs as a bodyguard. He worked as a bodyguard for high-profile celebrities and met Gabriel when the prince needed to hire a team to help with his protection, during some short passages by the USA. From that time on, every time Gabriel was in the country, his team got in contact to hire Luke until the prince needed to expand his security and was looking for someone to travel with him during the championship. 

Gabriel and Luke developed a good relationship and he was more than happy to welcome him to his team. The friendship grew during the years because of the proximity and the amount of time they spend together. Luke is like a family to him. 

𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐍 — 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 #𝟐 

FC: Brent Dalton 

While Luke and Gabriel are more alike and easy going, Pedro is the brain operation and not as connected with Gabriel as he wished and why he hired Luke in the first place. Pedro comes second on the chain of command right behind Emanuel when he isn’t traveling with the entire staff. He is a lieutenant for the Portuguese air force and has served since he was eighteen. Pedro is responsible to execute the security plans and evacuations to assure his HRH security and well-being. 

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 ‘𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄’ 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇 — 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 

FC: Jesse Williams 

The other American to enter Gabriel’s team is an old friend of no less than Lewis Hamilton and the man responsible to introduce the prince to Mike during Elton John’s Oscar after-party. Mike’s main job other than to keep track of Gabriel’s every move is to be responsible to keep Gabriel’s in contact with the brands, making a network and have his VIP entrance to whatever he wants to. He is not strange to the A-lister celebrities and works closely with Loretta to make sure HRH’s agenda and his life, doesn’t overlap. 

Mike is part of Gabriel’s inner circle of friends and used to live with him in Monaco. 

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐒 — 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 

FC: Minka Kelly 

The biggest move of Gabriel’s racing career was the moving from RedBull to Ferrari. It was right after he won his first championship as a driver and everyone expected him to remain in his current team. However, Gabriel had other plans and has always been his dream to drive for the Scuderia, not only because of its tradition but because, since Portugal doesn’t have a team in the competition, he could represent the other side of him. Italy. And since he is a big momma’s boy, it was his way to honor her home-country.

The duo responsible for this change are Manoela and Sofia. Almost like older siblings, they are very much responsible for Gabriel’s career the last five years. It was a big risk. They did not have experience in managing anyone and were starting their company from scratch. Yet, they were no stranger to the f1 world. Manoela or just ‘Manu’ is the daughter of Ferrari’s former team manager/engineer, working with some of the greatest as Mike Schumacher.

Both have a business upbringing, but while Manu is responsible for the contracts and partnerships, Sofia has a law and economics degree focusing more on the development of the agency.

With Gabriel’s retirement, they are becoming partners to expand the agency and work with more talents outside the motorsport.

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 — 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 

FC: Sophia Bush 

The biggest move of Gabriel’s racing career was the moving from RedBull to Ferrari. It was right after he won his first championship as a driver and everyone expected him to remain in his current team. However, Gabriel had other plans and has always been his dream to drive for the Scuderia, not only because of its tradition but because, since Portugal doesn’t have a team in the competition, he could represent the other side of him. Italy. And since he is a big momma’s boy, it was his way to honor her home-country. 

The duo responsible for this change are Manoela and Sofia. Almost like older siblings, they are very much responsible for Gabriel’s career the last five years. It was a big risk. They did not have experience in managing anyone and were starting their company from scratch. Yet, they were no stranger to the f1 world. Manoela or just ‘Manu’ is the daughter of Ferrari’s former team manager/engineer, working with some of the greatest as Mike Schumacher. 

Both have a business upbringing, but while Manu is responsible for the contracts and partnerships, Sofia has a law and economics degree focusing more on the development of the agency. 

With Gabriel’s retirement, they are becoming partners to expand the agency and work with more talents outside the motorsport. 

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐙𝐇𝐀𝐎 — 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡 

FC: Alex Landi 

Park Zhao is probably Gabriel’s oldest friend, they met in the boarding school, and in an old cliche story, they have been through thick and thin together. Park is the youngest child of an American biochemical engineer and south Korean surgeon and attended Med School, but decided to not persuade a career in Medicine and became a performance coach and has a famous chain of gyms placed in South Korea, Portugal, Monaco, Brazil and the Unite States (LA and NYC) that Gabriel has 4% of the stocks. (ooc: think Dogpound Gym) 

𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐗 𝐌𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐋 — 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐟 & 𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭 

FC: Richard Flood 

TBU. 

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 — 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭 

FC: Lakeith Stanfield 

John was hired to be part of Gabriel’s team three years ago when he had a minor incident during a benefit game of soccer. He came highly recommended by but most important, by Park, whose opinion made Gabriel signed the deal. He doesn’t spend as much time with him then he does with Park, but due Gabriel’s last accident, he has been traveling to help on his recovery. 

𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 — 𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦 

FCs: Gina Torres, Gabriel Macht and Debbie Allen 

TBU.

[ofauris-archived]

Would anyone hold it against me if I remade this blog? I feel like that’d help immensely for me.

Obviously nothing would change, I’d just be elsewhere and taking all my drafts with me... but I kind of have been thinking about it since my motivation to be here has crashed and I want to get back to writing again without feeling like hell.

I dunno, honestly. But it’s an option.

[symphonicdream-a]

I’ve come to a clear decision, after debating on it during my hiatus.

Melanie will be moved back to my multi, and I will be abandoning this blog. I can’t stay on here anymore. There’s too much, and I’m not in the best mental mindspace to continually be here.

All three threads I have are being moved over as well.

I’m sorry I couldn’t keep her on her own blog. It doesn’t feel peaceful here, not anymore.

[kaijusplotch]

Music Video Madness (Drabble/introducing a new muse)

Crimson Typhoon had been encouraged to keep an eye on her two ‘roommates’ by the PPDC. She didn’t have much of a complaint about that at first, after all Splotch was a wildcard; a true Kaijin developed by the Precursors for some reason or another. As for Chuck, he was a former pilot and there was evidence that isolation from former drift partners could cause mental degradation and illnesses.

But Ty also knew why else they wanted to keep an eye on them. The growing new political influences in the PPDC were wanting to make sure that Splotch and Chuck would not become dangerous; or perhaps could be used. She did not agree with that growing thought of weaponizing or developing Kaijin warriors. No doubt they also wanted her to continue to be a good jaeger, and potentially see if human sized Jaegers could be used in potential wars.

She kept in contact with Marshall Hansen and the other surviving Kaiju War pilots more than the new administration; and with the assistance of Dr. Gottlieb; connected to the large secure server room where the Jaeger Black Boxes were held.

She sat at her desk and smiled as she hit record. “Hello, everyone. I hope you enjoy these latest videos. I caught Splotch and Ranger Hansen unawares.” she laughed and relaxed. “I hope the videos bring you some joy. Maybe one day you will be willing to join the mobil Jaeger Program Dr. Gottlieb has. Humanity has changed so much in so few years. Anyway. Enjoy.” she waved at the camera and uploaded the videos from her internal databases.

~*~*~*~*~

“Be careful makin’ wishes in the- DARK DARK! Can’t be sure when they’ll hit their - MARK MARK!”

The camera slowly crept closer to the singing and music that was coming from a door. It was clearly Chuck’s voice; the small rumble of deeper and larger vocal cords harmonizing with ones meant for speech.

“An’ Besides in the mean-mean time i’m just dreamin’ of tearing you apart!”

The camera, Typhoon’s own lense, gave a small shake as she giggled; before opening the door.

There, dancing in a pair of pajama pants with a hole cut for his tail, was Chuck Hansen. He was blasting an old Fall Out Boy song, shaking his hips and singing loudly as he played ‘air guitar’.

“So light em up up up, light em up up up! light em up up up, I'm on fire!!!” Chuck spun around and spotted Typhoon, his scaled cheeks darkening as he realized she was watching. “HEY!

“SORRY! I had to get this on camera!” Typhoon laughed before running off hearing Chuck angrily chasing after her.

“FOOKIN’ DELETE THAT TY!!”

The camera cut off with a squealing laugh from the Jaeger.

~*~*~*~*~

The camera again was walking toward another room, this one with a few Kaiju stickers on it. From inside there was a bright and bouncy song playing and Typhoon opened it.

“I HAD A DREAM SO BIG AND LOUD, I jumped so high i touched the clouds! Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oooooh!” Splotch’s voice fit the American Author’s song, and when he spotted Typhoon he grinned and waved her in.

“Get my good side, Red!” He beamed and continued to dance. “We danced with monsters through the night, woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oooooh!”

“Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh.” Typhoon joined in and laughed, letting the Kaijin take her hands and dance with her in his room.

Splotch continued to sing, Typhoon joining in with her until someone through something at their window.

“SHUT UP!!”

“FOOK OFF!” Chuck cried from the living room at the street. Typhoon and Splotch laughed before continuing to dance with no intentions of stopping.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The depths of the Pacific, and even the Marianas trench, made it difficult to connect to anything in the broken Hive in his mind. He swam languidly; feeling lost as he continued upward; toward the surface.

He had been re-built from scraps at the old facility; but woke up with old orders after it’s destruction. So he continued to guard it until the orders lost their power; and the loneliness of the empty Hive drove him to find something to connect to.

Then; a whisper. Something electronic; something different but similar to the empty Hive. This was like water he was in; flowing around him with memories of so many. He swam farther to the surface; unwary of his massive size. He NEEDED this.

/I know we’re missing so many of our families, but we have each other to heal. I’m always here for you, in the Drift./

The Drift. Yes! YES! He remembered that! Another hive, but so much more! something that was special between three, not hundreds or thousands. He paused and reached through the drift, finding something that felt familiar. A name?

Hansen...no...yes. that wasn’t his name but....it was a NAME that was HIS. His family. Hercules and...Chuck! Yes! There was another, not as strong; not his identity; but another family member. Hercules loved this one, Chuck respected....Pentacost....Marshall Stacker Pentacost.

He mentally purred at the memories coming forward, remembering being painted with Max’s face on his chest, the bull dog barking near his bay. Yes...this was family.

“Strikah...”

“What?”

“Strikah Eureka. that’s his name. A real Bastard don’tchya think?” chuck grinned at his father. “He’ll be mine. once you retire i’ll get right hemisphere.”

“Cocky little shit. Hopefully we end this before i retire.”

STRIKER EUREKA. His four eyes snapped wide. That was his name. THAT was who he was! Memories poured back in, and there was a bit of shock in the Drift, another Jaeger; familiar but distant and healing; reaching to him. Seven...Lucky Seven yes...his predecessor. a part of him from before he existed.

He was different now. Not a Jaeger really...and not really a Kaiju...something that the Precursors made to guard their facility. He knew his size, so close to being a full Jaeger or larger, would make him a target.

But the new thing in the drift...the videos...Typhoon, he remembered her! She was small now? and...That was chuck! He knew his pilot! CHUCK WAS ALIVE! He couldn’t stay in the depths any longer.

He remembered something from when he was re-made; pulled open the breach technology in his chest and shrank down, smaller and smaller. Until he was just under six feet long from nose to tail.

He swam as fast as he could toward Hong Kong; toward where his Pilots were, where the Drift was pulling him. Back home. that’s all he wanted.

(OOC: So i’ll be re-vamping this page probably slowly over the next few days to re-do the dossies on Splotch, Chuck, Typhoon, and now Striker Eureka (who is a Breach-Jaeger). So YAY! If anyone wants to play with Striker lemme know! the boy bleps so adorably)

[oraclesbow--a]

Quick Verse update! All verses take place after the fic that I’m writing for her. These are just short summaries. All under the cut!

[ verse ] - summoned by hydaelyn; A verse within the FFXIV timeline. Summoned to Hydaelyn by, well, Hydaelyn, Melanie has found herself in Eorzea. Her classes are Rogue, Red Mage, Black Mage, Dancer, Paladin, Monk and Dragoon. She is post-Shadowbringers, having assisted in the defeat of [ REDACTED ].

[ verse ] - displaced from home again; A verse taking place within the Kingdom Hearts timeline where Melanie has, yet again, found herself outside of the world she belonged in for unknown reasons. She is able to cross to different worlds with a Gummi Ship, but currently does not have one.

[ verse ] - the unknown crusader of justice; A verse taking place in Persona 5/Royal. Going under the alias of Yukine Hibiki (Hibiki Yukine if written normally), she masquerades as a high school student to figure out if there’s a way back home. Frequently skips school until the Phantom Thieves start appearing and is currently trying to find a way to assist them while thinking they’re the key to find her way back.