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shintorikhazumi · 4 years ago

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Life at stake

A/N: Sup, my name is Khaz. So I was binging Kakegurui lately (and rewatching one too many times), and then watched the ep where Mary’s bday was revealed just the other day, looked at my laptop calendar, and went, “woah- it’s Mary’s Birthday?!” So I was super excited to make my first Kakegurui fic a Mary bday fic, but then exams hit me like a truck so...

I love Mary. So Happy birthday Mary. My first Kakegurui fic goes to you. (even if it’s late lmao so I’ll make it a multi-chap)

Self indulgent af because... Because.

This. Might suck. Not the best author. Regardless, hope you at least...

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

Kirari continued twirling the coin ‘round her finger. It was getting boring in the office lately. She needed something. Some toy to mess around with. The recent days had been rather uneventful for her corporation. Nothing interesting had popped up, and all the business chains under her rule were working rather smoothly.

In short,

It sucked.

High school was definitely better.

Sayaka was by her side, ever faithful in her duties as she filed the last of today’s paperwork. Kirari eyed her expression, watching Sayaka bite her lip, a sign she was contemplating something. The ex-president of Hyakkaou guessed it was about whether or not she should get a head start on tomorrow’s scheduled responsibilities. A good insurance move for the unexpected future. How logical of her. How rational. How very Sayaka.

Ah. But Kirari was her opposite. Always had been. And much unlike her secretary, she adored the unexpected future.

You never know what could happen in so few seconds.

Be it life or death.

It filled her with a pleasurable electricity coursing through her whole body just from the thought of the Destiny stringing her along to its predetermined design. It reminded her of that one match of Fate she had with one Jabami Yumeko all those years ago- okay, maybe like... four years ago, but that was some time in the past, right?

Speaking of Yumeko...

Kirari watched Sayaka berate the girl as she sat on-yes, on, not at- the conference table just across from her now-boss, Kirari. Why she was here, well...

Yumeko was simply too uninterested in college, but unwilling to just settle down to do nothing. Thus, upon graduating from Hyakkaou, she had accepted a modified version of her “life plan” in high school that her relative had offered.

It was better than anything else to her at the time. More interesting than going to college or back home, Yumeko had told Kirari. So the girl was found working for her, managing one of the teal-eyed woman’s underground Casinos. That was it. No other conditions attached. Who was Yumeko to reject such a generous offer that was right in line with her one true love, gambling?

Okay, so maybe Kirari had been the one to scout after her and laid her bet of being Yumeko’s patron for a lifetime of gambling ahead. Yumeko didn’t actually find her offer all that appealing at the beginning, but then a bet had been set in place. A bet with a risk of whether or not this new business would go under or if it would flourish, regardless of Yumeko’s presence.

One billion dollars. If the casino couldn’t make that much profit in a week without the girl, but could with her, then Kirari would win, and Yumeko was hers forever. If it succeeded, Kirari could not touch her. Yumeko would be gone from her grasp, out of her paradise aquarium.

Of course Yumeko agreed to it.

She loved a good bet. Especially if it was one as intense as the ones she’d shared with Kirari. Kirari loved good, unpredictable wagers too. You could win it all, or lose it all. That was in gambling’s nature. But well, Kirari never gambled games she’d lose. Not on purpose at least.

And that was how she’d gotten Yumeko aboard in her little aquarium once more.

For what it was worth, Yumeko had been able to offer her the entertainment she desired. However, the more successful their whole group had grown, the less Kirari was able to enjoy messing with her very competent, and now very busy staff.

Staring at Yumeko looking over her work seriously despite being in such a position on her table was becoming dull, Kirari getting used to its oddness.

Why was everyone in this room so dedicated and serious in work?

Couldn’t they offer Kirari some semblance of entertainment right now?

Who else could she bother... ah- Ririka. Her dear twin sister. Who had just walked into the room. Surely she’d care enough to save her own flesh and blood, the spitting image of herself from the claws of death by utter boredom.

“Riri-”

“Not now, Rari. I have things to do.” The girl had her brows knitted in a frown, and Kirari suspected that the meeting she was sent to attend did not go as well as they hoped.

Guess that’s another thing for her to smooth out tomorrow. Something to spice up her bland work life. Somehow. But that was for tomorrow.

For today, however, now what... what else could she...

“Excuse me? I’m Hanatemari from HR. I have some files I’d like to have looked over for the recent proposed project.”

A rather fluffy-looking girl was bid welcome into the vast office, Sayaka approaching her and handling the business, as per usual, leaving Kirari to sulk in nothingness even more.

She decided to occupy her mind with this new arrival, eyeing her from head to toe discreetly. Hmm? There was something about the her... something familiar... Hanatemari, Hanatemari...- Oh.

Kirari internally grinned, memory clearing. Hanatemari Tsuzura-san. Hoho. Since when had she been working for Kirari? This was exciting! This was interesting! This was something unforeseen! Now maybe if Kirari could just get her to-

“Thank you very much. I’ll be taking my leave now.” The girl, before Kirari could even utter a single word and get up from her chair, had already began to clean up, and turned on her heel, walking across the vast room heading for the door.

Ahh. And there went her last resort. Would anyone be willing to just take this terrible monotony of a work routine away?

Her final hope, little Hanatemari was slipping away! Kirari would have stopped her. Kirari could have. But she was leaving now, and would it be odd for Kirari to stop her? But since when had she cared about such a thing? That’s right! She didn’t! And so she would get up right now and chat the poor employee up and try to fish for something, anything of any worth.

Before she could do that however, the girl seemed to have taken a turn to have a word with Ririka. She would have frowned, but then a voice at the back of her mind told her to watch; to observe the girl’s interaction with her currently perplexed sibling, showing her some papers that made her sigh at first, but then oddly enough, suddenly light up in poorly concealed excitement.

Oh?

“Yes. As Igarashi-san has said, I will be in direct supervision of this project. Thank you for coming all this way to show me this-” Ririka attempted to speak with her usual leveled tone of professionalism, but Kirari knew her twin well enough to notice sudden brightness in her voice, and the immediate disappearance of her earlier displeasure.

Now Kirari’s attention was definitely caught. It wouldn’t be fun to remain a spectator then, now would it? Not when fate’s dice had begun to roll once more.

“Hello.” She cut in between them, an unreadable smile on her lips as both ladies showed their surprise in their own ways.

Tsuzura had visibly jumped, almost dropping her folder and clipboard, while Kirari smirked at being able to get a flinch out of Ririka.

“M-m-ma’am! Madame! I... why- I’m...” For someone supposedly in Human Resources, this girl couldn’t hold much of a conversation. Kirari was a little worried about that department now.

Or maybe it was because it was Kirari that she acted this way? The sadistic little demon in her grinned, pleased.

“And what is it that you have right there?”

“O-oh! N-nothing someone as noble as you should trouble yourself with.” The girl squeaked out quickly, papers held tighter to her chest.

“But of course, I should trouble myself with this. This is my company, and those seem to be some documents related to a new project, I heard? Do tell me what it’s all about, Miss...” Kirari trailed off, waiting for the girl to introduce herself.

“Hanatemari. I am Hanatemari Tsuzura.”

But of course, Kirari already knew that.

“Lovely name. And what do you have right there, Hanatemari-san?”

“Oh! Um...” Kirari smiled as the papers slowly inched their way towards her itching hands. What could they possibly contain-

“Just the profiles of incoming interns and trial members.” Ririka quickly snatched the thick folder away, mixing it in with her own. “I’m sure Sayaka has approved of them for you, and I do too. You needn’t worry, dear sister. This is part of our jobs.”

Now this was suspicious. Ririka never really hid much from her. The only time she’d do it was when... ara?

This.

This was it. This was what Kirari had been wanting.

With Ririka’s sudden, careless actions, a few sheets of paper had spilled out the bottom of the files and onto the floor, one particular face-up profile causing a grin to spread wide on Kirari’s face.

Blonde hair, shimmering golden eyes, and that signature scowl of headstrong defiance that Kirari absolutely loved to coax out from this particular girl.

Ah, of course. The one who despised her so, and was one of the people who always gave her a thrill. She never disappointed Kirari, and always entertained her. She was confident, capable, faultily prideful and cocky at times, and was a tsundere.

Yes.

The perfect amusement. Ever the perfect toy.

Kirari couldn’t help but voice her desires. Her need to bring back this little fishy into her lovely, deathly aquarium.

“I want Saotome. I want to make her mine.”

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If a few papers on the floor were already enough for Sayaka to consider it “a mess”, then all of those applications now dropped and mixed together on the floor surely made her head hurt, Kirari assumed. Maybe she should help clear it up later if she wanted to maybe not sleep on the couch again.

“What did you just...” Ririka began, but failed to continue. Her nails dug into her palm, teeth clenched and brows furrowed.

Kirari raised a brow at this reaction.

She vaguely registered the sound of a pen clicking, before there was the tap of the plastic onto the table surface.

“What a bold declaration.” Yumeko suddenly stood up, walking towards the gathered group, eyes hidden behind bangs. “To say you want Mary-san to be...” A pause as Yumeko got all up in Kirari’s face, eyes that dangerous red glint as she breathed the last word into Kirari’s ear. “Yours.”

Oh, that delicious chill that ran up her spine.

Mary Saotome. She wasn’t even here, and yet her name had so quickly already stirred up quite the fun. As she thought, Kirari truly needed her here.

Even Tsuzura had an odd tint to her gaze, a frown marring her soft features.

Hmm.

Kirari was certain she knew why they responded the way they did. It was all too obvious, and all the more exciting. Just... weren’t these girls misunderstanding something?

Well, it didn’t matter. If misunderstanding meant an end to her daily gray, then Kirari would utilize it to its fullest extent.

And what better way to do that than...

“It seems as though you disagree with me. Don’t tell me... you all want Saotome Mary to yourselves?”

Only Yumeko vocally confirmed in her usual light-hearted, ‘but of course!’, with that deceiving cheery smile; but Kirari knew the other two shared the sentiment.

“Well then. How about...

We gamble for her.”

Yes, Kirari savored those burning gazes, the exhilaration coursing within her. They all looked way too up for it. It was perfect!

Ah, gambling your life away in high risk games was always a pleasure.

But well, this time it wasn’t Kirari’s own life. She should probably apologize to the girl once she sees her, for betting “ownership” over her.

Meh. She’d cross that bridge when Mary got here.

For now,

Mary Saotome’s life...

is at stake.

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“A-aaa...ACHOO-! Ugh...whad da heck...” Mary reached into her pocket for her handkerchief, clicking her tongue when she couldn’t feel it there. She began to grumble, hands rummaging her bag for possibly a pack of tissues... that were non -existent as well.

Just as she was about to curse the heavens, a clean cloth was held out to her. She took it grateful to the person who she knew could be no other than her usual companion on campus.

“Thanks, Suzui.”

“Always welcome, Mary.” The brunette lad replied with a smile. “You really can’t get used to my first name, huh?” Ryota chuckled as Mary rolled her eyes at it.

“It feels weird and uncomfortable if I suddenly call you so familiarly like that.”

“And yet you’re fine with me calling you ‘Mary’?” He asked.

“Well, it’s my name, isn’t it? Everyone calls me that.”

“If you say so.” Ryota shrugged.

The pair continued walking in silence, the afternoon sun beginning to set in the visible horizon.

While Mary usually preferred this quiet between them, today she would’ve have liked it better if Ryota just... chatted her up like he always did. Lately, her mind had been swirling with a lot of thoughts, and she kind of wanted a distraction from them now.

It wasn’t like they were terrible thoughts, or things that tortured her psyche to a horrible degree that she’d be left sleepless and distraught. No.

They were rather plain, actually.

The musings of her mind were simple, and maybe related to all her insecurities and complexes growing up that had all but exploded when she was in high school.

Why those thoughts and feelings were coming back to her years later, she had no clue.

What she did know was that Mary liked to think she wasn't special.

Odd thing for her to think about when her talk was usually about being a winner, and now wanting to be looked down upon; wanting to be equals with her insane best friend; being someone who wanted to claim her life for herself as her own.

For someone so ambitious and prideful-she was self-aware of this-, she didn’t think this train of thought existed within her mind.

Looking at herself objectively, however, Mary knew she wasn’t really all that spectacular or gifted. Saotome Mary was nothing special.

Okay no, not that she wasn't special. She was, well... Not average, at least.

But compared to the other intense gamblers at school name she was at least.. Sane..r. than most of them.

And like the normal person she claimed to be, Mary went to college. Just like anyone her age would after graduating from high school.

So yes, if she really thought about it, she was going about, using her free will to choose the most mundane life route. Still beats following a pre-writen life plan, though.

If one were to talk about special- Crazy special, crazy and special, now that, that was Jabami Yumeko.

Yumeko, and the Momobami clan, and fucking Kirari, especially. Mary shivered at the thought of the latter. It was no secret that she hated her guts. They sort of got along? Maybe? But she would still sock her if she had the chance.

And yet, as much as Mary claimed to loathe the woman, she had found herself on the long list of applicants to Kirari’s very corporation.

Great.

Mary found herself registering as an intern for their a new branch of the employee services. A new project that Tsuzura- her dear old friend who she’d been reunited with recently, had shown her; and upon finding out Mary’s course, excitedly assisted her with the paperwork.

Mary sighed. Maybe she shouldn’t have agreed after all.

“It still surprises me.” Suzui suddenly cut into her thoughts, meeting Mary’s curious gaze as they crossed a bridge on their way home, Mary spotting the building of their shared apartment in the distance.

It wasn’t as though they were in any sort of engagement other than being friends. Mary just felt that it would be better to split the bill with someone else while in college, and maybe living with someone would help ease some other kinds of life burdens- heck she didn’t know. She wasn’t loaded like all their other friends, neither was she working for someone as filthy rich as Kirari-fricking-Momobami.

There were weird rumors that had floated around them for the first year of Uni, with how often they were together, and apparently living under one roof. Almost. Mary had to explain that they had separate bedrooms and bathrooms. However, Mary was very keen on making it known that she was very much not into Ryota, and very very much gay.

At most, Ryota was her platonic husband, or something. Or dog. Whichever sounded better.

But back to the issue that had just flown over Mary’s head.

“What surprises you?” She responded to him naturally, as if she wasn’t just thinking about their whole arrangement and a dozen other things instead of replying to him right away.

“That you’d choose to take this course.”

“Hah? You saying it don’t suit me, Mr. Commerce?” Mary challenged with a glare.

Ryota’s eyes widened, hands held our defensively in front of him. “No! No, that’s not it at all! Actually...” He gave her a once over. “It might suit you a little too much. The uniform.”

“Oi, creep, what were you just thinking of, huh?” Mary growled, slapping his shoulder. “Stop treating my uniform like cosplay, gosh.”

“First of all, Yumeko was the one that called it that. Second, you have to admit, it almost looks like you are-geh! Mary, we’ve talked about violence!”

“Can it, mom.” Mary grumbled, walking up the steps of their apartment complex, already fishing for the keys in her jeans pocket. “You deserved that one.”

“Okay, but nursing, Mary. You. Someone as violent as you, who causes pain. You being a nurse- please put your fist down. This is exactly what I’m talking about.”

Mary sighed, other hand pushing their door open. “Whatever. You all make fun of me and constantly ask me why. I told you why so many times!”

Ryota laughed at Mary’s expense as the girl continued grumbling about judgmental friends not appreciating her goodwill.

“I mean. You all are wack.”

Ryota gasped,a little offended. “Says you-”

Mary chose to ignore that.

“Itsuki somehow keeps hurting her nails lately, someone like Sayaka looks like she could take a break from stress or else she’d collapse. Girls is bordering insanity, I tell you. Yumeko just... doesn’t give a shit about her health in general. I swear, if she gets one more fever this week, Imma-”

Mary inhaled to calm her nerves. Ranting about Yumeko would only stress her more. Speaking of which, she should message her about her meds later.

Continuing on, “Ririka can’t cook a substantial meal to save her life.” Mary complained, remembering the time she came over to the twins’ Condo, only to see stacks of various takeout on the counter. Sayaka had been gone on a business trip for about two weeks, and Mary didn’t think these two were the type to feast on fast food, of all things.

They wanted to ‘try out commoner food’, as Kirari put it, a teasing smirk on her face as she looked down on Mary again.

“She needs to learn to cook healthier! Essential life skills!”

“She has chefs for that-”

“Irrelevant!”

“It’s actually pretty relevant.” Ryota pointed out. “And what does that even have to do with nurs-”

“Anyway! I’m doing this because I want to, and because you all are... i-important to me or whatever.” Mary suddenly turned bashful. “Health is wealth and all that shit.” Her cheeks were dusted red as she turned around, marching towards the kitchen for a glass of water to cool the burning feeling overcoming her. “And because med would take too long before one of you fools accidentally kills yourself.” Mary added before Ryota could ask anymore questions. That last statement, she shook her head, believing that it really was plausible.

With all they’d been through, it wasn’t unbelievable at all.

Ryota smiled, raising his hands in defeat.

“Okay, okay. Got it. Will never ask about it again.”

“That’s what you assholes always say.” Mary growled, looking ready to pounce again before it was cut off by a sudden chill running up her spine, bringing about another strong sneeze that shook her whole frame. “Gosh, what is up with today?”

“How ironic. Our little nurse is getting sick?”

“Fuck no, screw off, Suzui.” Mary barked.

“Hmm...” Ryota rubbed his chin with his fingers, pretending to be in thought. “Maybe someone is talking about you behind your back?” He jokingly provided.

“Ugh, if I had to say...” She sniffed. “It feels like my life is in danger. Or like someone's looking at me like a "thing" again. Ugh... It feels like all those times with Kirari. Or Yumeko... or both. Are their ghosts haunting me now?”

“Don’t just go off killing our friends like that.” Ryota scolded, approaching Mary and gripping her shoulders from behind before pushing her towards the direction of their rooms. “Maybe getting changed into warmer clothes will help.”

“Maybe.” Mary began walking on her own just a few steps before reaching her room. “Ayt, see ya then.”

“Bye.”

Before they could both enter their respective quarters, their phones went off, a message from the same person, they figured.

Sure enough, the sender couldn’t be any more familiar to them.

“Guess I’ll just grab a coat then.” Mary sighed. “Can’t really turn down an invitation from her.” She chuckled.

“You’re right about that.” Ryota shook his head, amused.

“Let’s go meet her then.” Mary finalized, to which the boy nodded in agreement. “Come on Suzui. Time to meet up with Yumeko.”

Somehow, deep down, Mary had a bad feeling.

She wasn’t special. So she hoped this meeting would be as normal as normal gets.

Somehow.

#kakegurui #kakeguri xx #kakegurui twin #mary saotome #kirari momobami #ririka momobami #ryota suzui #yumeko jabami #tsuzura hanatemari #fanfic #future au

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bleedingcoffee42 · 6 years ago

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Eureka AU - Part 9

Weeeeee...here we go. Future Me is going to be so happy when she edits this and has to make up entire fields of shitpost science. Hahaha.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

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Ed's eyes shifted over to Mustang who now sounded a lot more like the boss they all knew. His statement was an order, it wasn't a discussion starter, and Al was already reprogramming his tiny robots to do as asked. He had to admit, it was good to feel like the condescending asshole was back to being himself because they genuinely needed him.

“That would avoid sending her into shock when you kill a massive load of invasive pathogens in her body.” Knox said. He was here to remind everyone his patient was human and this wasn't a simulation. Killing a large quantity of anything in her bloodstream could very well have consequences they were not planning for. In theory a lot of things sounded good, but they were just desperately looking for any idea that could work at this point and that was not how he practiced medicine. “I do like the idea of giving the virus something else to attack, that will give her own immune system a chance to fight back as well.”

“How are we going to get the nanites out of her system?” Marcoh asked. “Now they're going to be twice as big, if not bigger, and she's already lost blood?”

Ed watched Mustang stand up, his focus seemed to have returned and his attitude noticeably changed. He was back to commanding everyone's attention in the room, they all looked to him even though he hadn't made a sound to indicate he had an answer.

“Chelation.” Roy said as if the answer was simple and had been there the entire time. “Dr. Comanche has a project that is meant to extract metals from the blood stream, more than just the common treatment for lead and mercury poisoning. It's been approved for medical use, extensive testing already. Last proposal he submitted to me implied he was able to use it to extract valuable metals from any source. He's trying to market it to me as a way to clean waterways of mercury, but his research paperwork tells me he's also looking to harvest more valuable non-toxic metals in the process.“

Ed saw where Mustang was going with this. “So he has the equipment to synthesize an amino acid to do his bidding in his lab?”

Roy pulled his keys out of his pocket and held them up. “Shall we?”

Ed smiled and together they left Al's lab to go take what Comanche had available. Under any other circumstances he would be delighted they were pillaging his colleagues labs and utilizing the incredible array of resources in this building for good. Right now he was just happy it was here and they were able to take advance of years of research to save someone they all held dear. He ran over to the elevator to hit the button and open it for them both to head to the next floor. “So what tipped you off about Comanche?”

“He clearly doesn't think my field of Thermodynamics includes equilibrium thermodynamics because he might as well have highlighted all the documentation of his side project in the proposal he submitted to me.”

“Not to defend the guy, cause he's a dick, but you are notorious for not looking at paperwork.” Ed reminded him. Mustang looked over at him and smiled, a smug smile, that made him think that that was a ruse. The asshole did read everything.

“In this instance, I thought it best to catch him harvesting his retirement income from the polluted streams instead of trying to prosecute him based on theoretical research that not judge is going to understand.” Roy replied.

“Or let him collect next years budget for you since his inventions are contractually property of the government while he's working in this facility.” Ed countered.

“You have no idea how much this place costs to keep running.” Roy said and the doors to the elevator closed and they went up to the next floor. “You especially cost a lot of money.”

“We might not have to beg for Congressional pocket change if you spent more time being a scientist and less time as a politician.” Ed said to him and Mustang narrowed his eyes at him.

“There is honestly nothing good that will come from any projects I create with my specialty.” Roy said. “I've come to that conclusion long ago. I'll do more good filtering what the government sees and receives from Eureka.”

“Like the flame-thrower gloves you keep in your desk?”

“Stop breaking into my office.” Roy hissed as the bell dinged indicating they were on the next floor. Ed snorted, as if it was his right. Fine. He'd put an end to that. “I have sex with my wife on that desk.”

“What the fuck, Mustang?”

Roy smiled and stepped off the elevator and walked down the hall to Comanche's lab, room 047. He unlocked the door and turned on the light. Together he and Ed started turning on equipment and looking for what they needed. “Comanche used his biological advancements in the field to get himself hired here, now he's focusing on environmental uses for his research. I suspect he's doing that to not only gain favor within the community here, which is by nature rooted in finding cleaner and less invasive ways of doing things, but also to divert attention from what he may be doing with his original research.”

Ed was already diving into the files on the computer. There was a lot of information here and it backed up Mustang's theory that Comanche was a really busy guy. “Well that would explain how a dude his age can hop around on that peg leg like he's a ballerina. He's using Chelation to clean his own body of the wear and tear of aging. I thought that was bullshit pseudo-science.”

“What's commercially available, yes..” Roy said and turned on the machine that was used to synthesize the amino acids for the particular task needed. There were profiles in the computer already for the standard uses of cleaning lead, mercury and arsenic from the body. There was more though and Roy opened them up to see each to consider the formulas. “EDTA for cleaning his clogged arteries and another for his joint arthritis.”

“Glad he's testing that on himself but I think keeping the obvious advances to himself is bullshit.” Ed shook his head. “I see what you're saying about his environmental project. Someone is a naughty alchemist, pulling lead out of the water and with it- gold.”

“He's probably old enough to have called himself an alchemist.” Roy replied and heard Ed chuckle. “I'm sure he's hiding it all so he can diversifiy his retirement fund, quite the windfall when he takes this to the private sector. I don't feel bad at all for breaking in here to use it for my own personal reasons.”

“It's personal for all of us too.” Ed said. “Hawkeye is the best thing to happen to this town in a long time.”

“I'm well aware that if our little feuds ever came to taking sides that this town would have all stood behind her.” Roy said, thankful that those days were behind them but also with a touch of nostalgia for the rivalry they had started with. She made him work to outmaneuver her and that was something he couldn't say of a lot of people.

“Alright, I have something promising here. Let me upload Al's data and see about making us something. Metallurgy is a specialty of mine I got this.” Ed said and connected his tablet to the computer and started to work his magic.

“How is your brother going to handle us targeting his nanites and neutralizing them with this? I'm basically having you classify them as a toxin to have them broken down and flushed down the drain.” Roy asked. He didn't want to mention the Ultimate Eye tech they had thrown into the tank that was going to be destroyed with them. He'd figure out that later.

“Al's not selfish, he understands that the sacrifice is worth it. It's a setback, but he's patient.” Ed said and kept typing. Heavy metals and elements were a breeze for him, he barely needed to focus to re-calibrate the program. “Besides I'm sure he's discussing a catheter and collection bag with Knox as we speak. Nothing gets flushed down the drain.”

“Riza will be thrilled to hear he's called 'dibs' on her piss. Life in Eureka never ceases to keep her guessing.” Roy said and saw data being transferred to the machine he was staring at. Ed was fast. He looked at the time and realized it wasn't even midnight yet. It felt like they had been here forever, that he'd lived a few lifetimes between carrying Riza into the infirmary around 1800 and now. This was a glimpse of her job, what happened when he was away. This was why she was so adamant of being read in on everything that had the potential to go to hell, because when it did it was a race to stop a catastrophe. They played on a whole different playing field here, science without regard to established rules and so often bordering on playing God. When it went wrong, it went horribly wrong. They had so much they still needed to talk about and he hoped he got the chance.

“She'll be pissed.” Ed snorted and Mustang shot him a look. “She hates sitting out.”

“That she does.” Roy said and looked at the screen. They were ready to begin synthesizing the next step in the process.

#fic #eureka au #royai

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sunkissis · 7 years ago

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Salut. Today I will try my best to recall the story of our visa appointment. This is all a true story, no exaggerations.

I have given birth and let me say, that was a piece of cake compared to getting our visas. It did not go anything like I expected. I imagined a lovely office where we would sit in a private room and be able to speak with a French agent (let Liv show off her French skills). We all take photos with our new visas in hand.

NOPE!

I liken our experience to going to the DMV with no appointment. The day started off fine, we felt prepared as we could be. I didn’t forget anything, I took my stress pills. We all dressed up, as I mentioned in my last post, I wore my fancy new brogues for good luck. We left the house with plenty of time for traffic and I wasn’t as nervous as I thought I would be (although I had a serious knot in my stomach). Google maps told me it would take 50 minutes to get there. GOOGLE MAPS LIED! They wanted me to take three freeways that I know would be a parking lot at that time of the morning. I took the streets knowing I can take shortcuts around traffic. All the drivers of LA were being assholes! I almost threw up and cried because the 50 minutes arrival time kept changing to an hour and 2 minutes. It took ages to go a few blocks. Every shortcut I took was met with someone driving 10 miles per hour. I was not happy. I think I gave Antz a heart attack with my crazy driving but there was nothing I could do, we arrived at the consulate at 9:04 am and our appointments were scheduled for 9:00/9:20/9:40. Yep, I blew our first impression by being late. Then we couldn’t find the entrance because it makes total sense to look for an address INSIDE a building. We park in the garage and look for the office only to have the world’s slowest speaking security guard tell us the French consulate was located outside around the back of the building. This guy.

So, you do understand I was wearing my brand-new shoes made of leather. Meaning, not broken in and destroying my heels in blisters with every step. Please use your imagination of me shuffling in hurting feet walking around a huge building holding all our folders, fighting back tears, frantically searching for the consulate entrance. Can you see it clearly? Good!

As we are approaching an alley, we see a few people standing outside the building. We lined up behind them totally confused and worried about missing our first appointment. The door opened and we tried to enter with the other three people but a security guard told us we couldn’t come in yet. WTF? I tried not to panic. The family went inside and we just stood there. Antz finally buzzed the door and we opened it to find the smallest room you every saw. Like Antz, Liv and I could barely squeeze inside. This is why he told us to wait. There was a metal detector and the guard asked if we had any electronics with us. I had my laptop and our phones but he didn’t want to scan them, he said to put them away and said you cannot take any photos inside. There goes my photo of us with our visas. Okay, we went through the detector with no problem and the security guard tells us (sensing how nervous we were) don’t worry, it’s all about the vibe you give. I recomposed myself and we entered another small waiting room. By then it was 9:07 am. Seven minutes late for the most important appointment of my life! There was two guys and the family of three already seated so we sat down. One of the guys looked very polished and had a folder. The other guy was wearing a Members Only looking jacket, had hair on top of his hands and had some loose papers folded in half. There was a glass covered counter (like at a gas station) with two French dudes sitting at them. I assumed they would call us soon and we would go to another room for our appointment. We waited without saying anything. I was stiff with anxiety and feeling sorry for myself that our nice outfits were going unnoticed. The guys called the first two gentlemen to their windows and we continued to wait. I almost interrupted to tell them I had a 9:00 appointment but I figured it would be obnoxious since we were already late. I finally said to Antz, we’ll go next since your appointment is almost over. I was surprised that I overheard the French guys taking paperwork and conducting the visa business at the window. Then I noticed there was no other room or other agents. Just two bored looking French guys at the window. This was not what I planned for. Those minutes went by excruciatingly slow, maybe because of my nerves and we couldn’t use our phones to pass the time. I listened to the right window guy say he needed a short term visa to go to a wedding. The other guy wanted a long term visa and I kept hearing him to tell the agent in a snotty voice “I work for 20th Century Fox!” as if that would have changed something. The agent needed a ton of paperwork from the dude so they took forever. The wedding guy was quicker so when the agent said next, I popped up out of my seat but the guy from the family that was before us outside said, “No we are next.” I said “Oh sorry, I guess they aren’t going by appointment.” He said “No, everyone has a 9:00 am appointment.” It then dawned on me that had we arrived early (as planned), we would have been seen first and the three appointments I scheduled online didn’t matter anymore. Meanwhile the guy who works for Fox was told to come back with his medical insurance and he could get his visa. It bothered me that as unprepared as he was, he was still getting approved. I whispered to Liv, try to speak up and say hello in French when we get to the window.

Finally at 9:37 we were called. All three of us went to the window but there was only room for one of us to speak at a time so I went first because I had all our paperwork in my fancy folder and totally forgot to have Liv say Bonjour. It didn’t matter anyway, this guy didn’t seem prone to charm after his encounter with the jerk who works at Fox. He asked for Antz paperwork first so Antz came forward and gave him my six inch thick dossier. The guy asked a few simple questions and went through every sheet of paper meticulously. He then began to hand me through the slot in the window almost every other paper saying he didn’t need it. You guys, I almost killed myself gathering all this paperwork. I paid for our documents to be translated into French, I made two copies of everything as requested. He handed them all back to me. I was shaking but he hadn’t really said anything disparaging yet. He then asked if I had copies of our bank statements. I was like Oh, my name is also on the bank statements and our advisor said only Antz needed to show proof of income. It’s almost as if he found the one thing I didn’t make copies of just to scare me (I really didn’t see the need to make copies of our 14 pages of bank statements). Merde! He then asked me if we were married. Umm, maybe you would have noticed we were if you didn’t hand me back my certified marriage license so fast (two copies in Antz file, two in mine along with the French translations). So freaking frustrating! He then started on my files which are smaller than Antz because I had no income to show. He didn’t have much to say about mine except he asked if we had an utility bill from the woman we were planning to be hosted by. OMG! I straight up panicked. This was not happening. I couldn’t believe a stupid bill was holding us back from getting our visas. All that preparation and double checking we had everything was useless. He told me I could email it to the consulate. I said screw it to the no electronics rule and I emailed her and texted her because it was 7 pm in Paris. She wrote back immediately and said she would send it after her work meeting. Great, I interrupted her at work, as if I haven’t asked enough of this poor woman. I was so mortified I didn’t even know what to say. The guy then started going through Liv’s papers. He seemed confused when he got to her vaccinations chart so I told him, I put that in just in case. He started speaking to the other guy in French and took about 10 minutes looking on his computer. He finally told me “You don’t need it.” I was smiling like a crazy person. I’m sure I had flames and tears in my eyes at this point. I still tried to be as friendly and courteous as humanely possible. I threw her report card in for extra measure knowing it wasn’t required, he seemed fascinated and began to read all four pages line by line. He asked if we had a school yet for Liv and I fumbled out that our school director was working on it. He then asked us for our fingerprints. By this point a family with a baby came in and was being helped next to us. The Dad clearly had the flu and proceeded to sneeze/hiccup loudly the whole time we were trapped in the world’s smallest space. I felt bad for the guy but I also wanted to scream at him,

“Don’t you dare make me or my family sick with your nasty germs!!”

Antz pointed out that everyone in there was using the same fingerprint scanner and no one was sanitizing it in between. Gross. I was relieved when he asked Liv for her fingerprints in French so that made me feel a little better. We had to take another photo at the window and just like the DMV, so we didn’t see how they turned out. I’m positive mine looked like a Goblin with lipstick on my teeth. He nonchalantly asked us did we want our passports mailed or picked up in a week. I said I’ll pick them up because with our three week departure date, I am not leaving anything to chance. I was prepared to use my credit card with the no fee for foreign transactions when the guy asked me to use my debit card. Certainly, I will only be charged three separate bank fees and pay more for euros than my credit card but when it rains, it pours! He took our ten measly papers and put our passports along with them and gave us a tiny slip of paper confirming our appointment. He did smile at us and I gathered my remaining papers while simultaneously checking the shit out of my emails waiting for that bill to come in. Just as we were leaving she sent me the bill and I was like HALLELUJAH!! I have no idea what the bill was for but it was 24.99 euros a month.

The security guard was the nicest person we encountered thus far. We walked back to the car in a fog and then I remembered to take a photo in front of the consulate. At the very least, they had a French flag outside and a kind lady took our photos. I’m still feeling weird and confused about the whole thing. I guess it was not as bad as I’m hyping it to be but it’s a serious exercise in perseverance.

So from what I gather, next Thursday I will pick up our visas, I hope? I never received a response that they got my email with the bill.

Here’s a tip: leave an hour early, duh (I made a rookie mistake and didn’t anticipate shitty LA traffic), bring hand sanitizer with you and be mindful the consulate door is around back next to the alley near the dumpster.

Actually, I want to say I am aware of how bratty and first world problems I sound in this post and I can’t begin to say how thankful I am to go through all these slight inconveniences for the privilege to move to MUTHA-FING PARIS IN THREE WEEKS!!!

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Our Visa Appointment at the French Consulate Salut. Today I will try my best to recall the story of our visa appointment. This is all a true story, no exaggerations.

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