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Allegedly Anon 2

Oct. 3

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Tell me , why was himself attracted to such a spindly legged bint like nutmeg. It’s like watching a Popeye cartoon with Olive Oil telling him what to do. ( comparison photos please anyone) and now has involved himself in litigation on her behalf, as if this wilting violet is such a crushed petal …… really ‘REALLY!! ‘ she’s got a skin thicker than a Rhinoceros. It’s bad timing because of the exposure of the forthcoming vid. “ OMG it’s her”. Allegedly. Speculation of course.

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Oct 4

ALLEGEDLY ANON, The question is’ how far will the MOS go up the litigation hill before they settle OOC, or will they enjoy the Kabuki pantomime it will descend into? I don’t think the BRF wants a public circus in the high court of litigation ,then again I can imagine LG rubbing his hands together at the image of nutmeg swanning into court wearing a denim onesie, and reading a word salad statement prepared by SS describing her alleged trauma 😱😱😱🤣🤣🤣🤣Allegedly,speculation of course.

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Oct. 5

ALLEGEDLY ANON … is it all about archificial?????? O my ‘ a paternity suit. This is going to get quite interesting ‘ so will DNA be produced? Is archificial “ of the body ? I think their both pissed off with the truth. The SA nutmeg show was a disaster …… and for gods sake, what is Harry doing …… it’s now super Kabuki!!!! Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct. 6

ALLEGEDLY ANON, The creature from the BLUE lagoon and a few hundred itinerant yachts has set up Her father in a fait accompli regarding the leaked letter ‘ its perfectly ok for a gaggle of chums to blab about said letter , but when her own father claims misrepresentation he’s castigated on the world stage ……… vile women!!! I think LG will string her up by her pneumatic mammaries. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct. 7

ALLEGEDLY ANON, once upon a time , on a yacht in an ocean far far away’ as MM ANON said its opinions ‘ if you install face recognition and then fast forward after reconstruction surgery then you can make an inspirational assumption its nutmeg, after all we have a lot of missing years and information. It’s funny how the media are V. quiet?? but then they have their own dossier on the dubious provenance of the DOS. ALLEGEDLY, SPECULATION OF COURSE.

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Oct. 8

ALLEGEDLY ANON, What’s with the coy 15 year old routine with nutmeg, this from a woman whose sucked more d*** than I’ve had popsicles , she’s got a past that would challenge Caligula, unless you’ve lived in a cave for the last 2 years everyone in the country knows what a POS this grifter is. Let’s hope the BRF gives her the big E. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct. 9

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Canada ‘ move to CANADA!!! What’s she going to do, go back to suits as a Parailegal? I don’t think she will go anywhere near the commonwealth. She hates the RF. She’s disliked and despised. She’s at home more in Calipornia , return to the industry she knows best. This trash has alienated herself from everything she married into. Go home stay home. She’s a classless tramp. Allegedly speculation of course.

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Oct. 10

ALLEGEDLY ANON … kartrashian said “ nutmeg is changing the world ‘ Ummmm ‘ ok , how is that then , O’ I know, by lying about your father bankrolling you upbringing, abortions , having a child, yachting, escorting, tossing salads, golf girl , hockey girl , every ones girl, black and white movies, blue movies,THAT WEDDING ‘ THAT FAKENCY, THAT BIRTH, ARCHIFICIAL, SA. BABY, ……sue the MOS. good luck!!! Allegedly, speculation of course. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Oct. 11

ALLEGEDLY ANON,SS PR writes her word salad, a vacuous, empty, meaningless diatribe that’s supposed to encourage the audience that are in the unfortunate position of having to listen. PR key words written to trigger an emotional response. ENVIRONMENTAL, FEMINIST, DRIVEN, INSPIRATIONAL, SOLUTIONS , POSITION ,SPIRITUALLY POSITIVE, CONCLUSIONS, I could go on all day with her babbling bull$h!t. We see through you nutmeg!!!! Allegedly,speculation of course.

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Oct. 12

ALLEGEDLY ANON, hey skippy ‘ is nutmeg on public appearance anytime soon ‘ I’m looking forward to her facing the British MOS readers …… and the fortuitous anticipation of being booed. Unless the pubic are unlikely gracious she’s going to get a hammering. One can only hope , she’s an obnoxious toss-pot who thinks her $h!t don’t stink. Treated the BRF with utter contempt. A return to porn awaits,allegedly, speculation of course. 💩💩💩💩💩

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October. 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, HC’ 30.000 destroyed emails, never indicted …… Benghazi, and she’s got the gall to stick that yachting hooker on a pedestal!! Then slag off the BRF. YEAH RIGHT!!!! Thank goodness we have a REAL ROYAL COUPLE on an official visit with dignity and protocol at the fore- front. I’m a little pissed with colonial trash telling the British how to conduct their lives. F#@ck -em. Allegedly,speculation of course. 😤😤😤

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Oct. 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON , Hoping that nutmeg gets verbal distain from the British public today. 🤣🤣🤣🤣 can’t wait for anons to post.

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October. 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON, The escort in green , himself looks so pleased to be in the company of a (what) ‘I don’t know? What’s wrong with you Harry???????????? … this is becoming beyond Kabuki. Harry plays the game for the sake of HMTQ ……… ok ‘ all roads lead to the So- Hoe. Thank god for W&K ……… a borrowed archificial on SA …… see the photos, allegedly,speculation of course.

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Oct. 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON … 2/10 /19. BLIND ITEM #8

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Oct. 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON …… BLIND ITEM #8……OMG ‘ rhymes with Toss…… JOINTHEDOTS

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Oct. 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON …… BLIND ITEM #8 Oct 2nd. Read this and connect the dots. It’s not Ross ………rhymes with “late”(first name).

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Oct. 16

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Creech St Michael , has seen tinted Discovery’s heading towards the M5. In convoys. ( didn’t someone say she was hiding In Somerset. ) I’m sure there’s a nice soho sponsored hideaway deep in the rural sticks that she’s holed up in. Trouble is , there’s curiosity amongst the well heeled local pop. Allegedly, speculation of course. 👀👀 👀 👀 🕶 🕶 🕶

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Oct. 18

ALLEGEDLY ANON, “WHY DO THEY ALL HATE ME, IM AN HONEST DECEIVING BITCH, I HAVE AN ENGAGINGLY WARM SMILE 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣. “ IM HAVING A HARD TIME HERE PEOPLE, I DEMAND A LITTLE SYMPATHY!!!! “Well sympathy comes in the dictionary darling, it’s betwee $h!t and Syphilis. 🤣🤣🤣🤣 O’ please post this skippy, 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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October. 19

ALLEGEDLY ANON, a focus group of 52 million British subjects would find that 78% dislike or have negative opinions about the colonial carpetbagger, 20% undecided and 2% don’t give a $h!t. Survey undertaken by the Sisters of Perpetual Retribution found that middle England and the upper classes have obnoxious contempt for the grifting bint while the working class seek the return of a happy go lucky Harry without the whining wife. All concluded that the BRF should get rid!! Speculation Allegedly.

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October. 20

ALLEGEDLY ANON, “ She’s just existing “ !!!!!! WT(F) existence on a life funded by taxpayers supporting your multi million pound lifestyle ( one million on posh frocks) 4 million on frogcott, private helicopter , private jets , itinerant jollies to see Elton, breaks in £10.000 a night S of France villas weddings in Rome , a gruelling existence in a luxury lodge at soho estate in Somerset, RPO continually, nannies, cooks , shags on tap, ……… Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct 21

ALLEGEDLY ANON, HMTQ and TBRF have collectively now ostracised the house of Sussex from their social calendar regarding functions and family events , the only contact will probably be official gatherings like Christmas and public appearance such as the Remembrance Day service which I doubt nutmeg will attend due to her being snubbed to another balcony last year. Harry has now gone public on his feud with William. Their socially screwd. Allegedly,speculation of course.

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Oct 21

IN PRAISE OF SKIPPYS BLOG , this amazing forum is the most tolerant I’ve had the privilege to post on. Thank you dear skippy for posting comments that perhaps sometimes go against ones beliefs. My utmost respect and acceptance. ‘ Your servant and respectful comrade ,ALLEGEDLY ANON.

I can’t say thank you enough…..or tell you how appreciated you all are! Thank YOU!😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oct 22

ALLEGEDLY ANON:- There comes the time when one runs out of superlatives, descriptives, whatever ‘ then you want to tell everyone what you think and a silent hand goes up and you say “ no!! I can’t call her that. Well ‘ fuck it!!!! I’m going to. She is , and has always been a “Manipulative Whore.” Whore ‘ in its most blatant sense. In future Just use the acronym MW. I’ll know what you mean. Allegedly, speculation of course. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Oct 23

ALLEGEDLY ANON, …… purple PURPLE!!! really REALLY!!! The colour of royalty, not a one bit tramp with allusions of grandeur and a sideline in self pity. One little tit-bit that crossed my mind, the use of pharmaceutical enhanced performance. This conduct induces paranoias, believe me I’v been in recovery for 35 years , it’s a hard habit to hide from , and I bet it’s prevalent, uppers, downers , twisters , benders. Mmmmmm’ interesting!! Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct 23

ALLEGEDLY ANON … So !! She single handedly saved the monarchy ……… a yachting comforter who is a quid pro Quo whore saved a 1200 year institution from stagnation and decay. Some colonial carpetbagger with loose elastic grifted her a$$ into the BRF and manipulated a Prince who’s a founder member of the easily led club. EPIC !!!! and insults HMTQ last night by disgracing the colour purple.

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Oct 24

ALLEGEDLY ANON, After a year of PR disasters and faux pas nutmeg still doesn’t understand the secret of royal protocol success , simply put ,you “ quietly attract” rather than obnoxiously promote yourselves. W&K quietly grew into the hearts of The British psyche over a period of hard working years,three gorgeous children and a working royal marriage. Unlike the train wreck of this colonial whore dragged into England’s green and pleasant land. Allegedly, speculation of course. ( O’ Harry). 😔😔😢😢

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Oct 26

ALLEGEDLY ANON, So the bitch in Burgundy deciding to vacate her street corner and attend a kitchen meeting with a few collapsible tables and a portable screen. EPIC !!! got out of the electric Audi after a screaming row with himself and went all”power girl” in leather skirt no draws and plunging tits. WOW……… single handedly changing the monarchy 🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Oct 26

ALLEGEDLY ANON, So…… ‘ what next a black top with plunging tits ,a black leather jacket and leather slacks and Harry rides her in on the back of a Bonniville 120 to attend a “ save the children “ lunch at the Savoy Hotel , I can imagine her being intimately acquainted with the Oakley chapter……… word salad and tossed salad in equal quantities. ……… YEP!!! modernising the monarchy, that’s our nutmeg. 🏍🏍🏍🏍🤣🤣🤣

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Oct. 26

ALLEGEDLY ANON, …SS IS GOING TO TRY AND EMBARRASS HMTQ ON REMEMBRANCE DAY BY NEGOTIATING THE APPEARANCE OF THE HARKLES. EVEN IF NOT INVITED,THEY WILL JUST TURN UP. SHES DESPERATE TO SINGLE HANDEDLY MODERNISE THE MONARCHY 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Oct 27

ALLEGEDLY ANON, on reflection ‘ Skippy is right, I assume the old damaged wig will be in Calipornia during RD. Our Prince will be attending in his official capacity. Maybe K and C will be on the balcony with ST. GBHMTQAOGC

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Oct 27

ALLEGEDLY ANON ‘ it’s still an anathema to English subjects like myself who grew up remembering the The crowning of HMTQ IN 1952. at WA. That now you have an appendage yachting escort who a few years ago slept with anyone who would give her a leg over her social mobility. Hockey players , chicken chefs , golf pros any suckem and fuckums that crossed her akimbos. It’s a sad time for Britain. Ashley Cole ‘ you dodged a bullet. Allegedly,speculation of course.

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Oct 28

ALLEGEDLY ANON … Dear skippy, the audacity of this obnoxious creature,thinking she will be given the opportunity to speak,spout more of her vacuous word salad and send the audience into a premature coma. The royal family is in quite distain of her infantile manipulations effecting her blinkered husband. The colonial carpetbagger will soon return from whence she came to the rapturous delight of all Britain. Allegedly. Speculation of course.

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Oct 29

ALLEGEDLY ANON, the obnoxious colonial carpetbagger tells porkies!! Outrageous ,narcissistic ,self promotional, hang me out the window and beat me with the National Enquirer porkies !! Its endemic in her DNA , it’s like listening to cnn , she’s a psychopathic extolling conveyer of mendacious verbiage. I sincerely hope that this appendage that is constantly clawing at our once loved Prince retires to her origins … SOON. allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct 30

ALLEGEDLY ANON ……… That letter had one , and only one project in mind ‘ via that carpetbaggers agenda!!! THE DESTRUCTION OF THE MONARCHY. That trashollop doesn’t want to modernise the monarchy ‘SHE WANTS TO DESTROY IT !!!!!!!!! Why do you think mostly LABOUR FEMALE MPs SIGNED IT. Duuuuuuuuur!!! Allegedly speculation of course

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Oct 31

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Since when did a colonial interloper and wife of a royal have the constitutional gall to write a letter of thanks to a sitting MP? Politics off limits!! The rumour mill is grinding away with innuendo and gossip stirring the “ royal sources” into a frenzy. I think there’s going to be quite a Sunday surprise imminent. The protocol illiteracy of nutmegs PR is embarrassing and sad ,where’s Henry 8th !! Allegedly speculation of course.

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Nov. 1

ALLEGEDLY ANON, are we supposed to be enthralled by this trash bag visiting a soho sponsored bakery with suspect hygiene. No hygiene gloves, no hand/ hair hygiene, the touching of the matted greasy wig the touching the cake, this video should be shown to the Westminster health inspectorate. No hair covering. There WORKING WITH FOOD PEOPLE ARE GOING TO EAT!!!! another PR pratfall.

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Nov. 1

ALLEGEDLY ANON,… some hacks have their tongue so far up nutmegs @rse that rational communication just becomes a sycophantic Dickensian “ ever so ‘umble, mam”. exercise in dickie licking. Such is the passion of their wanting to be associated with the great unwashed one. ( Fame by association )… example ‘ The Telegraph puff piece. I hope Harry is going to adhere to HM. script this weekend.

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Nov. 2

ALLEGEDLY ANON, ‘MORNING NUTMEG, “ I never wanted the media spotlight “🤣🤣🤣🤣, how’s all your contradictions going about media exposure? Media executives say you BEGGED them for exposure ( begging.?………thats another word for it.) how’s our oracle on instant gratification this morning, all those trips on yachts must have had lots of moments of “ instant gratification” and let’s not forget SH and MA. …a tad wounded nutmeg? Allegedly, speculation of course 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤥🤥🤥🤥

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Nov. 2

ALLEGEDLY ANON,……… THE MOST DISRESPECTFUL INSULTING APPEARANCE SO FAR , MILLIONS GAVE THEIR LIVES FROM AMERICA,GREAT BRITAIN AND CANADA IN BOTH WORLD WARS. …… ‘ this disrespectful tramp turned up to be recorded on film without the world wide symbol of respect for the fallen ‘ the Poppy. HMTQ must have duly noted. social ineptitude on purpose. The final insulting straw.

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Nov 3

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Ostracised, financially bereft, ignored and despised. An outed grifter gone rogue. This notary of Babylonian reputation and suspect sexual indulgences will allegedly grace one of the hallowed balconies of Whitehall on Remembrance Sunday. She will contaminate the great and the good patrons of the monarchy of the British public. Please feel free to booooooooo !!

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Nov 4

ALLEGEDLY ANON, WAS NUTMEG SCARED TO APPEAR?? This question is at the top of everyone’s agenda after reports that the colonial carpetbagger has fled her unoccupied cottage in Windsor and jumped on a private jet to LAX. The no.1 priority of slutchess disaster is to avoid being verbally castigated by the public at the RAH Saturday night tribute remembrance service. Also it saves her isolating appearance on The hallowed balcony the next day. A joyous departure for Brits. 👋👋👋👋👋👋👋👋

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Nov 5

ALLEGEDLY ANON, RE-REMEMBRANCE FIELDS. Expect nutmeg to push ahead of H. Expect it to wear a rainbow poppy, expect her to look for the cameras, expect her stupid rictus grin, as Skippy comments,expect the unexpected. The public once again are dismayed that Camilla will accompany the colonial carpetbagger on this memorable occasion honouring the fallen. I thought it was illegal to drop trash in the hallowed fields. Expect a complete lack of protocol. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Nov 6

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Dear Skippy The British public are a reserved but unforgiving lot when one tries deception which nutmeg has indulged in. Sooo , if the slutchess and himself appeared together without a minder they would be open to verbal ridicule …… enter stage left Camilla ‘ decorum and protocol would stifle any and all booing from the public,even though they would probably love a good Booo. We wait. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Nov 6

ALLEGEDLY ANON, NUTMEG to have 2nd child in USA’ FFS, well there’s already a child around according to the Golf organiser where you were a caddy escort, O’ when did you have a child in the U.K.?you mean archificial?? The surrogate dump? Surrogates in the US are ten a penny in Calipornia so a 43 year old grifting yachter won’t have a problem giving “birth” there. You can pay a Surrogate out of the 5mill. Docudrama you’re making in LA. ALLEGEDLY, SPECULATION OF COURSE.

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Nov 6

ALLEGEDLY ANON … THE ROYAL PREROGATIVE. HMTQ. is the head of our 1200 year Monarchy. There was a time in antiquity when only the head of the monarchy could wear the colour PURPLE!! This is so relevant to today’s protocol and practice. Sooooo !! let’s not dilute this ageless and respectful practice. “ are you listening slutchess!! “ ONLY HMTQ …… OK’ good!! now carry on doing what you do best at Soho ho ho ho. Allegedly ,speculation of course

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Nov 7

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Alleged conversation between nutmeg and MA “yeah’ $h!t, tell me about it, stroking his bald f**** head, pretending to be having the best orgasm, haven’t had a decent screw since Madrid. When I come over we’ll hook with George in Malibu, get rat-@ssed , make a weekend of it, NO!! don’t call me, there f*** monitoring my phone, OK sweetie , can’t wait, bye”……… “ yes LG the conversation was recorded by one of our team in the RPO.” … “OK Tony , file under “Your Fu****d.”🤣🤣🤣

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Nov 11

ALLEGEDLY ANON …… remarks about nutmegs upper lip, all I can surmise is herpes , an old affliction resurfaced. God knows, knowing what we know about her colourful history it wouldn’t surprise me that any number of maladies would have infected her, escorting ,Yachting, So-hoing, auditioning, golf-caddying, friends of porn-stars, hockey players,……… social diseases are an occupational hazard. Allegedly, speculation of course 😷😷😷😷😷

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Nov 11

ALLEGEDLY ANON, “ you wanted to see me Gran, “ Yes Harry, about you both slipping into the royal box , protocol depicts placement Harry!! You both sit at the back for a reason, she’s not a royal, and Harry’ her dress was inappropriate for the occasion, one exposes ones cleavage on reality shows , not honouring the fallen. Now pop off to America and try to be a Little understated, remind your wife to return those earrings. They belonged to Queen Mary, remember Harry, discretion not obsession.

And here is why I don’t believe you. Harry is NOT leaving, I hardly doubt HM would be so calm…..and second…MM NEVER borrowed any jewelry from HM! That is fake! Those earrings were cheap…..only HM wears Queen Mary’s pearl earrings….MM has NEVER worn them…..this conversation NEVER happened! And another thing…….Harry would not have moved seats without permission…not that close to HM!

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Nov 11

ALLEGEDLY ANON, ALL HAIL THE DOC. O dear sweet Kate, elegance personified!! On the balcony with HMTQ and Camilla, dressing as You always do , class and dignity. That Cossack style coat with matching (fascinator) or hat. The most photographed woman on the planet. This is protocol and the Royal Family in all its mystique. Long may it live Thank you dear Skippy for posting so many tributes to the mother of our most loved George,Charlotte and Louie. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🦄🦎🧸

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Nov 11

ALLEGEDLY ANON … IMAGES OF A DESPERATE ESCORT … of all the slutty images we have seen over the last two years( too many to mention) there are thousands that her PR destroyed that would compromise her position as a wife of a member of the royal family. Is this the dossier that the DM paid a million pounds for, and the intel. that LG has onmegatramp, that face of a thousand smirks says it all “ I’m untouchable”. Where have those lips been Harry??Ughhhh !! Allegedly , speculation of course.

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Nov 13

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Expect nutmeg to hook up with HRC during the next few days , mutual hugging and @ss kissing. Dorito will appear in a out of focus photo with Harry and nutmeg, a PR statement will announce another pivotal ploy that she will go to the states but may return to be at Sandringham for Christmas, or may not. All smoking mirror Kabuki for the tabloids to drool over and lay false trails. Actually nutmegs in the Caribbean soaking up the men. Allegedly. Speculation of course.

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Nov 13

ALLEGEDLY ANON, “ were going to LA , NOooooo were staying here!! O’ going to Sandringham then , Noooo, were gonna feed the ‘omless at shelter nr Windsor, feed them what , you know Turkey and stuffing,an Brussel sprouts an stuff!!! I’ll take archificial for the sympathy vote , look all humanitarian like’ Haz can f***off to see his gran and I’ll dump archificial on Dorito,then I’ll shlep off to So-Ho house for a quick shag with MA.… 🎼jingle bell,jingle bell,jingle bell c**k. 🎼 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Nov 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, dear skippy, I know this great blog is not political but KAC just Blitzed ,Wolf Blitzer on CNN , EPIC!! …… The Queen is reported by the DE That she “drops in” on our dynamic duo because nutmeg needs “ cheering up”, and so she has a cuppa with the depression prone actress drawing on her years of experience to inject some positivity, yeah right!! 🤣🤣🤣 we all swallow that bull$h!t. Sunshine Sucks in disaster mode again!! HMTQ DROPS IN ON NUTMEG!! … WTF!!

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Nov 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, She was pregnant? A shotgun marriage of unhappy people, a WTF wedding cake, a very hurried guest list, no pomp no carpet, only a narc would walk alone down the aisle alone with the knowledge you’ve got him by the b***. A very strange fakency, no record of actual birth date, FFS birth certificate, “ he’s changed over two weeks” , “ can we see his face.” WE ALL WITNESSED HER LIES, WE ALL SUSPECTED SOMETHING ODD. WE ALL KNEW. IF SHES HONEST , WHY THE AGGRESSIVE PR?? 🤔🤔🤔

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Nov 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, THIS VIDEO OF THE BUMP POPPING WHEN SHE STANDS UP. nutmeg looks very self conscious and embarrassed. ( build-up of air within the prosthetic and a rapid exhalation of compressed air. ) sounds like a “pop”. She compresses the prosthetic when she bends down and air is rapidly expelled as she stands up. POP!! Anyone still think she was REALLY pregnant??? Didn’t think so.

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Nov 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Rebecca English , HRC visits nutmeg and archificial Hold up , hold up, didn’t I mention this earlier this week ……… the old hack has stolen my scoop !!!!! Can’t give out good information without it getting nicked by the DM and there desperate scribes. Remember …… YOU SAW IT FIRST ON SKIPPY!!!!

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Nov 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, So, Rebecca English writes today “EXCLUSIVE” HRC visits nutmeg, ON THE 13th , two days ago Allegedly anon writes , HRC WILL VISIT NUTMEG!! , all we can conclude is that RE gets her information on SKIPPY!!! like so many informants proclaiming scoops they see IT FIRST ON SKIPPY!!! And we all know nutmeg visits here. And HMTQ god bless her. Nutmeg reads the blog and then goes up to her bedroom and cries😭😭😭😭😭😭

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Nov 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON, HRC was reported to visit nutmeg and archificial ……… but NOT APPEARING ON COURT CIRCULAR “ Sooooo BS !! It’s all a PR push with the tabloids trying to put some lipstick on this propaganda pig. Rebecca English trying for a try, whooooops , tabloid tosh. Where are your receipts , “ well actually I haven’t any” “ I just printed the gossip” sources darling, sources !! It’s suggested that you’re a good journalist, but that’s gossip, allegedly, speculation of course.

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Nov 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON, THE DEADLY DIARIES, O, yes the Machiavellian manipulator has a diary, ( actually she’s on her third) an intimate record of conversations, events and observations that has “ affected” the “ I’m not OK” Woke scribe over the , leading up to, wedding and disasters afterwards. And don’t let us forget all the “ pillow-talk” she’s chronicled. She’s gathered more $h!t on the royal family over the past year that defies comprehension. speculation of course. Publication imminent allegedly.

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Nov 18

ALLEGEDLY ANON, WELL, here’s a thing, nutmegs coercion of Harry to skip Christmas with the family seems selfish and petty, both PP&HM in their nineties need the love and support of the royal extended family, nutmeg has a younger mother and plenty of years to indulge her self-centredness. She’s not helping the damage limitation by swanning off to Malibu in her poo hat. 💩💩💩… allegedly,speculation of course.

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Nov 19

ALLEGEDLY ANON, The “ court of public opinion” and “trail by media” is a popular hysterical pastime, the peeps need drama , what would we do without the constant daily shower of innuendo and hearsay, gossip and third hand “quotes” from the ever sensational “Tabloids”. Headlines are contagious, insidious deformation of character is the rule of day wether true or false. I’m guilty of jumping on the bandwagon of conjecture. BUT … I suggest we all wait and see. IUPG. allegedly speculation of course.

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Nov 20

ALLEGEDLY ANON, BC logged 26 recorded trips on Epstein’s private jet. “ my friend Bill Clinton sat on that seat”,Epstein said to a pubescent jet traveller as she flew to an assignation with the paedophile Billionaire. MSM seems to have air brushed this out of the public conscience, while castigating PA , BC seems to have very powerful press Associations. S’pose nobody wants to be suicided. Allegedly, speculation of course 💀💀💀🤣🤣🤣

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Nov 20

ALLEGEDLY ANON, PA has fallen on his sword, for whom?? Wellllllllllllll! …… BC and his Arkansas cabal has all the tapes, the FBI , has tapes. but, BC has “THE” tapes. Allegedly there were over 15 cctv cameras in his NY mansion. Hypothetically these tapes would hold very incriminating evidence on most guests visiting the Machiavellian mansion. Teflon bubba has complete immunity from association with young girls to murder. Unfuckingtouchable!! Allegedly speculation of course. 💰💰💰💰👯‍♀️👯‍♀️

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Nov 21

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Nutmeg courted by Marvel Pictures, Sony, and Disney on arrival in LA. This opens to conjecture her ambitions while in negotiations with said production giants. Courting future ambitions for a return to her former occupation she is using her celebrity to get a foothold into Hollywood ?………… will PH follow??🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Nov 22

ALLEGEDLY ANON … SO… Nutmeg takes down her Wikipedia post on being a “deal or no deal” hostess!!!! Trying to airbrush her dubious past. There’s an interview with a golf tournament organiser about hiring “deal or no deal girls” as “caddy’s”. She said nutmeg as married, and had a “KID” and was very popular girl with the golf pros. Mmmmm ‘ someone let the “KID” out of the bag. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Nov 22

ALLEGEDLY ANON, I wonder if the cancellation of “ Breakfast in America “ has anything to do with the Epstein forthcoming revelations. Nutmegs been banging on about America’ America, for ages,suddenly it’s all off. I believe she has “history” with PA ( yachting) And with JE&GM procuring?? ( hidden years). She’s gone all incommunicado since PAs disaster interview. PA should suggest,turn up at Hamley’s with archificial buying Christmas presents. Allegedly,speculation of course.

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Nov 23

ALLEGEDLY ANON, WHERE IS NUTMEG, not at frog cottage, she’s still smarting from being fobbed off with a “cottage” instead of a palace that she spends her time at itinerant different crash-pads in and around the Capital. Secrecy is paramount when protecting nutmeg and archificial, ………… but wait!!! Nobody has ever seen archificial, is he real???? Was he EVER REAL?? nobody knows,nobody cares anymore. Maybe Harry will shed light. Allegedly, speculation of course 🤫🤫🤫

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Nov 23

ALLEGEDLY ANON, with respect, the monarchy is a dignified elder statesman ruling with ageing concepts that haven’t changed for over 50 years. With it come the problems of cosseted contempt. There is redemption, W&K have the professional ability to change and add a new reality of “ we the people” to the monarchy as a young “Family”. Everywhere they go they trailblaze fresh and new examples of a monarchy for the 22nd century. LETS LET THEM!!

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Nov 24

ALLEGEDLY ANON , One thing my little birdies tell me that’s a consensus among the royal family and it’s this. Nutmegs atrocious taste in clothes. The colonial carpetbag has never sought advice from the younger well dressed royal women on he wardrobe, hence she remains the worst dressed offender in Windsor. And no amount of PR spin can correct that. So she’ll remain an assault on the visual senses for The distant future, poor us. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Nov 25

ALLEGEDLY ANON, POTUS /Melania will stay with the ambassador to the court of St. James and the siblings will probably stay in the same hotel as last year while in London, expect Ivanka to contact nutmeg. The banquet will be a very formal and stiff, Trump will give an address but drift off script, HMTQ will remind all of the importance of NATO. Kate will steal the show and William will endorse his king in waiting credentials. A cool evening. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Nov 25

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Nutmeg is going to choreograph her Christmas card photo because she’s jealous of Kate’s talent in photography. The Green eyed monster is alive and flourishing at frog cott. or wherever she’s sleeping these days,expect a horrifying snap of ginge&cringe with archificial at a suitably obscure location. We wait with baited indifference. 🧣🧣🧣🧣

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Nov 25

ALLEGEDLY ANON, MM said she’s being pitted against the DOC. ………… Ehhhhh , Nutmeg ‘ QUEENS don’t compete with hoes. The Monarchy is the privilege of few , a hoe is a hoe is a hoe. …………… yacht sluts are ten a penny, no matter hoe they married. Allegedly, speculation of course. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣��🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Nov 27

ALLEGEDLY ANON, back in LA and attempted the most difficult of tasks, cooking a dinner? yep’ nutmeg has decided to roast the turkey. OMG, how will she cope ‘ frantic phone calls to Cory, are the roast potatoes crispy, do I put the pigs in a blanket on an hour before the turkey has finished? are The Brussels Firm or soft ? WHAT ABOUT THE GRAVY?? yes nutmeg it’s a nightmare, and your skills are only good in one domain. Not the kitchen!! Allegedly speculation of course. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🦃🦃🦃🦃

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Nov 27

ALLEGEDLY ANON, THE AGE ISSUE !!!! how old is nutmeg?? my sister is 53 and thanks to PGs wrinkle cream she looks 33. But nutmeg is “ supposedly is 38 but looks 48, her actual age is 43. Another fakency,yehhhh, good luck with that one ‘🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 wants to find another surrogate for a birth in LA. How does Harry live with this fantasising bint. , O yes ,that’s right ‘ he doesn’t !!! Hey nutmeg how’s the Turkey doing?i smell burning. 🦃🔥🔥…… Allegedly ,speculation of course.

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Nov 29

ALLEGEDLY ANON, we now have video footage of a brave member of the public tackling a terrorist with a s/vest strapped to him , the police pull him clear then shoot him. Sanity is restored, don’t fuck about, just shoot the POS. BRAVA MET POLICE. lot of isis returned from Syria recently and more released from jail. They have contaminated our once beautiful city , GSTQAOBC.

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Nov 30

ALLEGEDLY ANON, WHERE’S THE BABY ?? The most disturbing appearance was at the polo match when she wore the green tent. Nobody acknowledged her or the doll she carried around “RE-WATCH THE VIDEO” that was a seriously disturbed individual. ITS TIME THE PRESS RELEASES ALL THE EVIDENCE THEY HAVE IN CAMERA. How many of the public haven’t seen her barbecue ad? or the undressed maid. Better still , sex on the Jamaican balcony?? ALLEGEDLY SPECULATION OF COURSE. 🤣🤣🤣

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Nov 30

ALLEGEDLY ANON, DEAR SKIPPY, OUR PRIMARY PURPOSE IS THE CONVICTION OF THE COLONIAL CARPETBAGGER, I shan’t loose focus on this procedure, to expose her grifting, lies and entrapment of a Prince. The fakency, illusion of a birth, the doll months , the non appearance of Archificial, the “ soup kitchen “ thanksgiving lie, the ‘ I’m hiding in America,Canada, Calipornia lies. Actually she’s holding up with her minders in SOHOE. trying to arrange her next faux headline.

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dominushq · 6 years ago

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❝ An Angel must come and take part, dragging the puppets on high… Then what we endlessly separate, merely by being, comes together. ❞

[AGRIPPINA] is a/an [AGE] year old [MAJOR] student at [COLLEGE] in the University of Oxford. [PRONOUNS] are in [pronoun] [#] year of studies.

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Your claws are cracked and your teeth are bloodied from fighting for where you are now, but you are destined for greatness and it is not only a feeling that aches within your bones, but a future that you will seize with your bare hands. You will tear down anybody who dares to stand in your way, and you have. Your family expected you to be nothing more than a footnote, a spare, a trading piece, and by force you seized something that was not rightfully yours, but by sheer force of will belongs more truly now to no one else. You were able to seize what was theirs by birthright from underneath your older sibling’s feet because when the opportunity arrived you did not hesitate to strike for the jugular. You are always underestimated—but they underestimate you once and never again.

Sodalitas mattered to you more than you expected it to; what was once simply a tool was now akin to a pack, more family than you have ever had before. At first you had thought it a weakness, a vulnerability, but soon the tides shifted. What could it be, these seven people who would draw blood—whether their own or another’s—for each other and their cause, if not strength? You may not be their leader, but they respect you because you have earned their respect, if not perhaps their fear. You have never used kindness and affection as tools. You are not a wolf in sheep’s clothing. You refuse to hide, you refuse to let the world see you for anything less than you are; you are a wolf and the world quivers in your presence, you will fight tooth and claw for those who matter to you, and together you will tear to shreds anything that would dare to stand in your way.

CONNECTIONS

You tolerated CAESAR well enough, perhaps even liked him at times. However, he began to grate on you when he proselytized about reunification; the thought of strangers—even worse, your rivals—encroaching on your territory did not take well to you at all. He made you doubt your presumptions once more—your society functions by the loyalty and peership that intertwine each member with every other, after all, and you felt the same fierce protectiveness over him as you did the others. In the end, it became clear that dearest CAESAR had become a threat to very existence of your society, and that it was the greater threat, and so when the time came you could not hesitate to eliminate him.

You think CALIGULA is a firecracker just waiting to explode. Sometimes, you don’t know if that’s a bad thing or a good thing. You tide him over easily enough and it delights you when he does as you wish—but you know that there is a limit to all things, and that he is nearing it. Perhaps that was why you turned to AUGUSTUS. It is a dangerous game, grooming this childhood friend of CAESAR’s, but you imagine the fruits of your labour to be well beyond your finest imaginations. When they are given the title of Dominus (and you will make sure that they will), perhaps they will come to remember that it was you who nominated them in the society.

You share the same killer drive, you both bled to rise above what was expected of you, and in another world you might have respected THEODORA for it. But you are in this world, and this world has rules, this world has a structure that has simultaneously privileged and oppressed you, and yet they have defied each one. They are an aberration in the history of the two societies. What right do they have to stand among you? What right do they have to seize power as they do now? You would love nothing more than the opportunity to destroy them, and there is no idea you detest more than that of this arriviste in a position of power over you.

SUGGESTED FACECLAIMS: Maureen Wroblewitz, Anok Yai, Byun Jungha, Arthur Gosse, George Eliot

Their character tag can be found here.

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miraculousmidnightreviews · 6 years ago

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The Trials of Apollo #3: The Burning Maze Book Review

By Rick Riordan

5/5 stars

Summary: After waking up as a mere mortal, Apollo must navigate Zeus’ punishment as he and his demigod companion/master Meg travel to San Francisco to rescue a third oracle from the clutches of yet another Roman emperor that is not quite dead. With the help of some familiar faces and friendly nature spirits, Apollo continues to understand the hardships of the demigods and must learn the stakes are much higher than the loss of his seat on Olympus.

Apollo’s Character Development

In the previous books of the Trials of Apollo series, Apollo’s character was more of a means to an end for me. He provided a good laugh, but he wasn’t a hero. Not in the way that I was used to at least. Going into the series, I expected a Percy Jackson type or even Percy himself. Does anyone else have that problem? In every series written by Riordan, whether Greek mythology or other, I always want Percy to jump in and save the day. I live and breathe Percy Jackson, and I would totally be okay if every book just turned into another PJO novel. But alas, that cannot be.

Back to Apollo though: In fight scenes, he normally doesn’t get in on the action until the final blow must be struck or until he remembers something helpful from his years as a god. In that way, he’s sort of a looking glass for the reader; he sees and interacts with characters I care more about. It wasn’t until this book did I finally find a connection to Apollo. It takes some work and certain demigods to bring his pompous ass back to the mortal realm but it happens. Because of this shift in him, The Burning Maze becomes more than just another journey to secure another oracle. I foresee the book as a turning point in the series, one that Riordan can never go back from.

Plot Structure

Rick Riordan has a unique way of structuring his books that has become apparent to me over the years. A classic Riordan book normally includes a beginning chapter that plants the reader right in the middle of the action (and this books does not lack that) along with a few chapters to decompress, all the while learning new information that may aid the main characters in their journeys, a sprinkle of character development, and maybe a hint of a good ole plot twist. The pattern continues like this: a few chapters where action-packed battle scenes filled with heroism entice the reader, and then, as the fighting winds down, a few chapters follow as the characters gather to strategize, impart some wisdom and whatnot as the sequence replays once again.

As I’ve grown older, I’ve found it harder to remain focused while reading Riordan’s novels, which is a given considering they’re aimed at a middle grade audience. However, The Burning Maze was a delightful surprise in regards to my attention span. I couldn’t seem to put it down despite how hard I tried. Yes, it may be cliché to say that, but there is some truth in clichés. Riordan’s new novel followed, well, a plot that wasn’t predictable at all in terms of structure. The storyline felt more nuanced as not one but two major conflicts drove the characters forward. The chapters didn’t lead up to an epic Riordan-esque final battle. Without spoiling, the plot for me hastened towards two pivotal moments, each a hundred pages apart. One was completely expected and one was not.

The Side Characters! (minor spoilers in this section)

First of all, I never really cared about Meg, but this book really changed my perception of both her and Apollo. They make a strange duo, and yet it somehow works. As Meg and Apollo search for the third oracle, they find a group of nature spirits that need their help and are somehow connected to their quest. The interactions between Meg and these nature spirits as well as revelations about her past turn a once prickly character into someone more tolerable, even enjoyable. The care that both Meg and Apollo have towards each other along with their funny banter really makes their relationship more relatable.

As soon as I read the end of the preceding book, I couldn’t wait to see what our good friend Grover had been up to since the original PJO series. His role as a guide brought back some major feels, especially as he helped the mains navigate the Labyrinth. I enjoyed reading about this character again, and I’m glad he wasn’t anything more than their guide. Riordan perfectly balanced his role and appearances in the book.

Piper has grown so much as a character, and it’s really noticeable in this book. What’s interesting about The Trials of Apollo is that the series shows us characters we know and love through the perspective of a fresh face. Seeing Piper take on more responsibility and aid Apollo on a quest instead of being the demigod on the quest was extremely different but quite enjoyable. It was such a bittersweet moment for me to read about her again. For those who might have found her annoying in the HoO series, I think you may like her better as a side character. Apollo somewhat idolizes everyone because they are more capable than him and that makes them more admirable.

WOW, Piper and Jason?! Two mains from previous books in more than just a few scenes? I am truly living life here. Thanks Uncle Rick. I’ll be honest, I never liked Jason Grace. At one point, I truly despised him. He annoyed me. But now that he’s not constantly pitted against my fav Percy, I have developed a newfound respect and fondness for his character. Once again, it’s truly amazing to see these characters from my childhood grow up. They’re figuring out their lives and going to school. It made my eyes water a little at the bittersweetness of it all.

I don’t want to spoil too much but Coach, Mellie, and their kid are adorable. That is all.

Thanks for reading! We hoped you enjoyed our non-spoilery review! Come back later for the spoilery stuff, or keep reading at your own risk! Check out our other reviews here.

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

The Death of Jason Grace

Jason dies wtf

nothing else matters

JASON GRACE IS FUCKING DEAD

HOW CAN MY CHILDHOOD BE RUINED LIKE THIS?!

LIKE WHAT i am still shooketh how can this possible be?!

Okay I avoided writing this review for a few weeks because of Jason Grace. It honestly shocked me. At first, I didn’t know how to react. I cried a little. My childhood character, despite my past hatred for him, had been killed. Then I was furious. How could Rick Riordan do this to me? To the fandom? All we want is for our precious babies to be happy. THEY DESERVE TO BE HAPPY! And yet a hero never gets what he deserves.

After reflecting on it, I now understand the necessity of Jason’s death. Before this book, I didn’t really take this series seriously, and gurl, was that a big mistake. After reading The Hidden Oracle, I considered Apollo’s adventures as a joyride down memory lane. Oh look, over there, is that Percy in Camp Half-Blood? Leo and Calypso riding Festus? Piper and Jason living in San Fran? I loved it. The nostalgia was overwhelming and I couldn’t read them fast enough. But that soon ended with the murder of both Jason Grace and my soul. Now, the stakes are raised and I’ve learned from my mistakes. Riordan knows how to draw in the readers. I should have seen this coming, and yet, like that unforgettable drop into Tartarus, these characters and I will never be the same.

Another thing about Jason’s death: it really hurt. I just needed to reiterate that I felt physical pain in my chest while reading that scene, almost like I was the one being impaled instead of Jason. And to make it worse, Caligula didn’t just impale Jason and then leave. Oh no, Rick just had to make Caligula stab him again for good measure. Rub in the finality of his death with each jab of his golden spear. Jason was the perfect hero to die and that made everything a hundred times worse. He followed the rules. He was truly good. Which made it all the more heartbreaking when his adherence to the rules wasn’t enough to save his life.

ANOTHER thing: the fuck you mean Piper and Jason broke up? Yeah, not everyone can be Percabeth but really? I found myself shipping them more while they were separated than when they were actually dating. Damn, this book was pretty good. And Piper never had a final goodbye? AND LEO?! HE LITERALLY FLEW TO MEET THEM ONLY TO FIND JASON DEAD? I had to reread some of HoO because of this terrible nostalgia, and it just made me think: was that the last time they were all together? During the battle against Gaea? And now that will be the very last time, because Jason Grace is dead. And like I said before, there’s just no going back.

Thanks for reading! We hoped you enjoyed both our non-spoilery and spoilery reviews! Check out our other reviews here!

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Welcome to Seinfeld: The PTBN Series Rewatch! On a regular basis, JT Rozzero, Aaron George and Andrew Flanagan will watch an episode of TV’s greatest sitcom and provide notes and grades across a number of categories. The goal is to rewatch the entire series chronologically to see what truly worked, what still holds up today, what feels just a bit dated and yada, yada, yada it will be a great time. So settle into your couch with the cushions flipped over, grab a Snapple and enjoy the ride!

Best Character

JT: I liked Kramer the most here. He had some real funny lines and physical comedy throughout this one. His buried conversation enders are so good, especially slipping in that Newman was sleeping in Jerry’s bed. I also loved the delivery of his “for a fat man” line to Jerry. He was on his game in this one.

Aaron: You’d think a pile of lesbians were fighting/lovemaking on stage if you were reading my mind, sifting through the depravity and listening to the “Jerry, Jerry, Jerry” chant. In an episode full of characters trying waaaaaay too hard, Jerry delivers with one liner after one liner. Imagine an episode where Jerry Seinfeld is the most grounded of the actors. This is it. Wait till you see the score.

Andrew: I think it was Elaine. The obsession with proving someone wrong, even at great cost to yourself, always gets me. Also, I’m a sucker for Elaine annoying people with a cigar.

Best Storyline

JT: I liked the blood the most. Jerry was annoying at points by being such an ungrateful bitch but he had some good dismissive lines and watching battle the Mandelbaums again was well done. And like I said above, I really enjoyed Kramer and this was the story he lived in for most of the episode. The meat sex stuff had funny moments but not much of a story to it and the Elaine stuff was fine too but didn’t have as many laughs.

Aaron: Polish, sausage, dancing.

Andrew: I’ll go with The Blood. I wasn’t a fan of any of the storylines, really, but the return of the Mandelbaums was my favorite part of the episode.

Ethical Dilemma of the Week

JT: If someone saves your life, you should probably not be a dick to them as soon as later that day.

Aaron: I’m going to go the opposite of JT and ask: even if you’ve saved someone’s life (which us debatable considering they were in a hospital full of blood) how do you live with yourself bringing a sworn enemy literally into someone’s bed? I get that these guys share a lot, but do they not even have a bed for that beast of a mailman to sleep in? If anything Kramer STILL owes Jerry favors for years of mooching and advantage taking. Has he ever borrowed that car without completely destroying it?

Andrew: What is the limit of the obligation when graciously accepting a gift from one’s parents? I’m going to say it’s somewhere short of “tying myself to a car”.

Relationship Scale (Scale 1-10)

JT: Kramer and Jerry, finally brought together by blood. A love made official. Relationship Grade: 3 Pints of Kramer/10

Aaron: George should keep banging that Vivian like a middle aged Neil Peart stuffing his face and trudging his way through YYZ. Relationship Grade: Boun ba ba boun ba baoun baoun baoun, ba ba baoun, ba ba baoun. Baoun badrrruuum. Down da down da down daaaaun. Dawn da down de daoun daounnnnnnn.

Andrew: I know the kid is presented as a burden, but I’m into the George and Vivian pairing. I just like the thought that there is a match for every kink out there. Relationship Grade: 10 sensual cured meats/10

What Worked:

JT: The plum diet seems like a good one; I always mark out for Morty saying “Mister Kramer”; Jerry’s point about responsibility is good one; George’s bus transfer excuse made me laugh; Jerry and George’s conversation about George bailing on Tara was really funny; Kramer going all in on calling Jerry fat in various ways was great; I enjoyed Elaine shoving Kramer into the bushes and smacking him with the broom as he yelped; I liked the payoff with the exacto knife, it was set up well earlier in the episode; Kramer demonstrating how he would rip out his kidney was great; Canadian Parliament; Newman sneaking in to watch the movie; Izzy putting the hurting on Jerry with his training was well done; the sausage making scene is a classic; Jerry calling George “Caligula”; Newman giving Jerry his blood was a good capper

Aaron: All of Jerry’s analysis and pleading with George to, for once think of someone’s else’s needs. The group screaming and Kramer’s messed up justification for needing to store so much blood in a blood bank. As someone who has watched Canadian parliament it busted me up to learn that Kramer not only watches, but records for later viewing. It’s not nearly as polite as one would imagine. Think more childish, with a lot of high pitched voices screeching “MISTER SPEAKER.” George’s series of lies, which inexplicably won over Vivian, were great and the only thing that felt anywhere in the realm of reality.

Andrew: There’s not much to praise here, story-wise, but the episode still has some memorably great dialog. Kramer’s “for a fat man, you’re not very jolly” is excellent, and George and Jerry have some great back and forth in the diner (“I’m not suggesting getting rid of the girl”, followed by the “needs” line, is the high point for me). Elaine being compelled to prove her responsibility, and getting stuck with a permanent babysitting gig as a result, was well done. I enjoyed seeing the Mandlebaums again, and Kramer’s screen door callback got me.

What Didn’t Work

JT: Tara saying “love making”, eh; Jerry being so insanely afraid of Kramer’s blood was a bit much, just way too over the top; someone should pull a President Lincoln on that kid; I also thought Jerry was really ungrateful for Kramer’s blood, dude saved your life… stop being a bitch; who fucks a random at their kids’ birthday party?; The Izzy voiceovers at the end were terrible; why is Jimmy wearing that hat? Is it 1954?

Aaron: Is Jerry dead? They dragged him for a quarter mile which was way longer than it took to kill that dog in National Lampoon’s Vacation. This whole episode felt fake. If the paragraph above is what I felt worked then you can comfortably put the rest here. I know George has pulled some schemes but are we really to believe that a man whose entire mission in life has been to get laid, is now trading that for food and television? What kind of animal is this man? What’s wrong with Jerry? I get he’s a germaphobe, but he can’t be in a building with blood. A building???? Elaine would rather raise a child than tell a woman she barely seems to know or care about that she hates her son. Her son might be the most hateable character in western civilization. Even Kramer felt forced. I get he’s dumb, but blood in a car? Come on writers. Do better. I don’t want to go on any more. This was a mess. Also Mandelbaum sucked the high hard one.

Andrew: Vivian is wearing a gray pantsuit the first two times we see her, which seems pretty unimaginative. The dubbing of Mr. Mandlebaum’s dialogue at the end has always seemed really distracting to me.

Key Character Debuts

– Vivian

Iconic Moments, Running Themes & Memorable Quotes

– “That’s why we joined a program. We walk once around the block three times a week.” – Helen “And every morning I eat a plum.” – Morty

– “Did you give blood?” – Jerry “No, not giving. hoarding. I’m storing it in to a blood bank. Just in case.” – Kramer “In case of what?” – Jerry “Jerry, I know myself. If I’m out on the street and it’s starts to go down, I don’t back off until it’s finished.” – Kramer

– “I know, I’m glad I got to see him before he hit puberty and got, you know all lurchy and awkward.” – Elaine

– “Who wants to responsible? When ever anything goes wrong, the first thing they ask is: who’s responsible for this?” – Jerry

– “So, she didn’t appreciate the erotic qualities of the salted cured meats?” – Jerry “She tolerated the strawberries and the chocolate sauce, but eh, it’s not a meal, you know? Food and sex, those are my two passions. It’s only natural to combine them.” – George

– “Maybe instead of trying to satisfy two of your needs, how about satisfying one of somebody else’s.” – Jerry

– “You know, for a fat guy you’re not very jolly.” – Kramer

– “You? I’m more responsible than you are!” – Elaine “Don’t be ridiculous. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to fill my freezer with my own blood.” – Kramer

– “Oh yeah, you’ve got three pints of Kramer in you, buddy.” – Kramer

– “She’s right, I heard Kramer got mugged out on the suburbs on a baby-sitting gig.” – Kramer

– “So, my blood is not enough. Would you like a kidney too, because I’ll give it to you? I’ll rip it out right here and stack it on the table!” – Kramer

– “So, the free love buffet is over?” – Jerry “I got greedy. Flew too close to the sun on wings of pastrami.” – Jerry “Yeah, that’s what you did…I can’t believe I got another session with Izzy Mandelbaum, he’s probably makes me box a kangaroo.” – Jerry

– “All right, Even Steven. Oh, by the way, when you get back to your apartment try to keep it down because Newman is taking a nap in your bed.” – Kramer

– “Yes it is. I find the pastrami to be the most sensual of all the salted cured meats. Hungry?” – Vivian

Oddities & Fun Facts

– Lloyd Bridges was nominated for an Emmy for his role as Izzy Mandelbaum

Overall Grade (Scale 1-10)

JT: This wasn’t the strongest episode we have watched and did fade at the end but there is some quality dialogue peppered all through this one. It is definitely an episode carried on the back of actors that know their characters and relationships on a top notch, deep level because it was often the timing and delivery that made the big lines pop. The Mandelbaum return was a nice surprise but that really just kind of ends too, as do all of the stories here. Nothing quite paid off in a satisfying way. Also, that stupid fucking hat that Vivian’s kid had on was obnoxious. Fuck him. I am off to box a kangaroo. Final Grade: 6/10

Aaron: This episode sucked. It felt like a different show devoid of the characters we know and love. The writing was forced and I feel worse for having watched this one. Final Grade: 1/10

Andrew: I didn’t really care for this one. None of the storylines do it for me, which makes it hard for me get into the episode. And there are no big moments to make up for the less-than-inspired writing. But there are some genuine laughs and quality dialogue to be found, so the episode isn’t a complete disaster. Final Grade: 6/10

#IFTTT #Place to Be Nation

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Barère’s report on the reorganisation of the Convention’s Committees (14 Thermidor, Year II)

Citizens,

Since three days, everything around us is fortunately changed. A terrible storm has suddenly cleared the political horizon of France. The overthrown tyrant has revealed all the strings of this infernal conspiracy against the national representation & the rights of the people. We have seen, in the remains of this counter-revolution [that has been] meditated for a long time, we have seen tyrannical or ignorant constitutional authorities; the force of public opinion [being] misled by the manoeuvres of hypocrites in patriotism & of dishonest tyrants; the interests a faction prevailing over the general good; the public spirit [being] changed into slavery & censorship; real patriotism [being] put into servitude patriotically; the national energy [being] constricted with atrocious violence; public morality [being] transformed into religious superstition, & the reputation of three men [being] changed into political fanaticism in an instant: the people has been fooled. The National Convention has fought them in an instant; it rose, & they have disappeared.

It is up to public wisdom to reap the benefits of your energetic virtue; it is up to you to fertilise them again by making all vestiges of this usurpation of the national authority disappear; by destroying the decrees that they had seized through circumstances [that had been] forced & prepared by themselves; by making rights return into the domain of national representation, which, confided to it alone by the French people, never should have left its hands; by shattering the bonds of civil oppression which enchained all citizens & terrified all consciences; by restoring the liberty & the confidence to the citizens which one had stolen from them through manoeuvres [that have been] reduced to a system; by replacing stupid terror with inflexible justice; by bringing back true morality instead of hypocrisy, & by returning the corrupt agents & the cadaverous souls, which weigh upon a free land, to the tomb of torture victims.

Terror was always the weapon of despotism; justice is the weapon of liberty. Superstition was the instrument of everyone [who is] ambitious to reign; morality is the means that the true republican employs. The tyranny of opinion, the censorship of writings, exclusive and usurped reputations, have always been the symptoms which would announce the loss of liberty; the unrestricted right to think, to write & to believe what one wants, the modesty of the public functionaries, & the mutual confidence of the representatives & the citizens, are the signs by which one will recognise that there is a popular representation, which was able to strike down the tyrants twice, & which has destroyed all factions several times.

The united committees, deliberating over the fortunate change which occurred, & over the salutary influence that it must exercise on the happiness of the people & on the dignity of the national representation, believed that they [were] fulfilling a sacred duty by presenting the means to improve the organisation of the committees to you.

Citizens, the work that I was charged to present to you in the name of the Committee of Public Safety, aims for a delegation of powers which the National Convention must not relinquish, either for the interest of its authority, or for the interest of the people. Yet, according to the perfidious intentions of the dictator, & through his manoeuvres in the Assembly, he made you decree that the Committee of Public Safety would appoint all members of the committees; a difficult, tiresome and odious operation which tends towards degrading the national representation & disadvantaging the members of the government even in the eyes of their colleagues.

Robespierre, in accordance with his plans, incessantly had to have two means in front of him: the one of making [the people] abhor the authority given to the two committees, & the one of reducing & weakening the National Convention. He sought to make us hate [each other] by forcing us to make choices that, by the way, he partly made himself, by criticising all those [decisions] that we made. He attempted to make us hate [each other] by reducing the committees to a small number, & by diverting, from this reunion of deputies, other known workers, other real talents & other modest patriots; he degraded the Convention by taking away the most necessary of its right, the one to leave the making of legislative works only to citizens who possessed its confidence; he weakened the representation by isolating it from the committees, by depriving it of work, by paralysing its thoughts, & by reducing it to simple approval, when it had [the right to] a luminous discussion. How many times have we moaned [because of] this theory, which has helped us a lot when it was carried to a certain excess! Because it has helped us to recognise & to notice the secret & ambitious views of this tyrant. Thus, he prompted [the Convention] to grant the Committee the right to appoint the commissioners & the assistants of the executive commissions, in order to take possession of its choices, to seize all arms of the empire & and all means of administration; to draw, as he pleased, from the finances [that had been] attributed to each commission, & to surround us with his own commissioners in order to ruin us with a single blow.

Centralisation is truly a means of government; but total centralisation is monarchy or despotism. Robespierre dried out all branches of the administration that he could not bend or cut off; he diverted, into a common basin, all forces of power [and] all derivations of public authority, in order to seize them more easily.

Caligula desired that humankind had only one head, in oder to slaughter it with one blow. Robespierre worked so that the national authority had only one point in order to seize it, only one centre in order to usurp it.

Today, the powers must return to their legitimate force; the National Convention must take back immediately what the secret counter-revolution had imperceptibly taken from it. Each of you would undoubtedly have acted as we did, when observing the usurpators of national authority, when noticing their violent, bold or astute acts; each of you would have looked for the favourable moment in order to disabuse the people & to enlighten the Convention. But, in secret, we fought against this new tyranny everyday; we opposed this fortunate resistance to it, which unmasked it, & we courageously protected the national representation from the attacks which one wanted to carry out against it. If we have had the useful policy of not denouncing the usurpator at the Assembly sooner, it was in order to not bring about dangerous rifts, which would have been endured with difficulty while public opinion was entirely misled, or rather hoarded exclusively by Robespierre, & while we did not yet count as many victories. But, in this moment, we propose to you to remove the Committee of Public Safety from legislative matters, which do not naturally belong to it; to remove the obligation from it to control every executive commission, & to unleash, into the twelve committees, the works & operations relating to each of these commissions.

It is beyond the human strenght of the twelve members of the Committee of Public Safety to constantly work alone in so many disparate & successive matters. It is contrary to sane politics to give so much influence & power to a single committee. If, for some time, the circumstances made this tolerable, it is because your confidence was turned towards it, & because your favourable looks always encouraged, supervised and supported its work, [which were] taken to an energetic centre by these unfortunate circumstances.

It is, furthermore, contrary to the intentions of the people to let men without work who have been sent in order to work; to rob deputies, that the people has chosen, of confidence; to leave the various talents uncultivated that the citizens have assemblied in the Convention.

It is impolitical and dangerous to let functions & works rest upon the same head, & to allow influences of habit to be born when it is only necessary to receive those of reason.

Through the experience of the revolution, we have come [to the point where we] no longer trust in enormous reputations of patriotism, no more than in these men who take a brutal & rough tone for republicanism, ignoble clothes & apparel for the outfit of a free man, & great luxury of civic words for love of the patrie.

Through the experience of the revolution, we have come [to the point where we] remain attached to principles, instead of deriving to all political & dishonest considerations.

We have come [to the point where we] hold little esteem for brilliant qualities, & personal talents, [which are] more dangerous than all the others, if they are not joined by sure [and] inalterable probity, which, as an Ancient said, can sometimes compensate for all qualities, & which cannot be compensated for by any [quality].

Robespierre's fate will teach us to do our work as representatives without another hope than the pleasure of having fulfilled a duty: this exemple will undoubtedly ensure that each of us will henceforth know no other power but the one of the People, no other authority but the one of the National Convention, no other means but those that the laws gives to the constitutional authorities. He who wants the good of his country knows neither intrigues nor coalitions; he who has pure intentions does not fear being isolated, or rather, he is never [isolated], because the vows of all good citizens follow & defend him. The tyrants join forces; the intriguers need to assemble; the scoundrels form troops: the true citizen is naturally linked to the laws, to the public powers, to the constitutional authorities, & even better, he is tacitly united with all upright citizens, [and] with all faithful public functionaries; & this civic reunion is more than equal to the other bizarre reunions of small ambitious [persons] & great aristocrats.

Through the decree that we propose, the Convention will appoint all the members of the committees & all those of the executive comissions. You will return the choices to where wisdom is, the place where the People has placed ist confidence; you will return the responsibility for the choices to where People wanted it to be. It has appointed you in order to make the laws & the administration through you, or through committees & commissions, & not in order to abandon to other hands the right to elect them: to seize these elections again is to follow your mandate, in order to delegate them no more.

Who could respond that a no new ambitious [person], than no other petty tyrant will be born from similar abuses, & [that he] will not be resurrected from the remains of so many conspiracies, if you do not proscribe them today? Power corrupts; it has destroyed the best principles & misled the best citizens: thus, you owe it to your members to take away this subtle poison.

You do even more: by exercising a droit conventionnel, you will exercise it publicly; & your roll call, which suits only republicans, is at the same time the guarantee that you give & that you owe to the People, of the goodness of your choices, of the goodness of your views & of the purity of your intentions.

What good will you do at the same time! You will destroy the odious [burden] of nominations which weighs on the Committee of Public Safety;

To restore to the Assembly the responsibility of its choices, & a duty to fulfil;

To give to the people the guarantee of your choices through roll calls;

To drive away the ideas of usurpation that someone could have, in spite of so many useful examples;

To assure to each deputy the exercise of his functions, & the awareness of his mission;

To employ the various talents & the virtues of all members of the Convention;

To respond to the intentions of the people, which has chosen seven hundred representatives for itself, in spite of twenty or thirty;

To preserve the National Convention's rights of nomination & of direct influence on all works;

To spare the Committees from the dangers & the concerns of personal ambitions [that are] to be observed or to be destroyed;

Not to overburden the few committees with the works of legislation, mixed with those of government ;

To reduce the Committee of Public Safety to the thought & to the measures of the government, to political matters, & to the direction of the forces of the Republic;

To simplify the machines of the government to the point where they can neither serve the intriguers, nor be the echelon of the ambitious, nor harm liberty, into whatever hands the functions of the committee pass.

The Committee of Public Safety will be the point of centralisation of the operations, in terms of thought, in order to put unity into the works of legislation & harmony into the executive means.

The committee will continue, in accordance with the Law of 12 Germinal, its immediate surveillance over the twelve executive commissions, who are the arms that the Convention gives to the national government.

You want to establish the unity of the Republic: thus, one needs a spirit of unity in laws & measures; one needs, not works [that are] exclusively made at the committee, it will only do those of the government; but it must have a means of knowing what is done in all diverse parts of the Republic & of legislation; otherwise, we will have twelve governments, twelve legislations, & moral federalism instead of republican unity.

The committees will have the same number which corresponds to the one of its commissions. The commissions will bear the names of the committees that you will establish.

The twelve committees will [be responsible for] the legislation; the Committee of Public Safety will [be responsible for] the administrative part & the surveillance of the commissions. The latter will be obliged to provide to the committees all communications, all details [that are] necessary in order to prepare the laws of each part; & this is how you will organise a genuine assembly of free men, all [of whom] are laborious, useful & able to finally respond to the honourable mandate that has been given to them.

The Committee of General Security that Saint-Just & Robespierre had despoiled, under the pretext of establishing a General Police Bureau, was nearly annihilated or at least paralysed: thwarted in a part of its measures, it was almost overthrown. Today, it is necessary to restore its duties to it & to assure everything in its domain to it: its duties are clearly determined in the good that it has done, in the security that it has given to the Republic, in the punishment of the aristocracy that it ordered amidst its schemes; but they are positively outlined in the law of 14 Frimaire, a law that Robespierre had reduced through posterior decrees, which have to be revoked.

The Committee of Archives, Decrees & Reports, the Committee of Correspondence & Dispatches, as well as the Committee of the Inspectors of the National Palace, have to be preserved: their functions are too essential for dividing them or for attacking them.

The committees will be composed of twelve members. The one of finances, overloaded with various operations of national treasury, liquidation, accountancy, national incomes, assignats & currencies, must be composed of a number [that is] considerable enough for being able to furnish at least seven members to each section of this committee. The section of the classification of laws will be conferred into the Committee of Legislation.

For a long time, the exterior relations have appeared to the National Convention not to deserve operations [that are] different from those of the government, which they belong to much more naturally.

You know it, citizens: since the coalition of the tyrants, since the war that the Republic has waged with so much success, our ambassadors are armies, & our diplomatic means [are] cannons, and bayonets & gunpowder. The consular agency of commerce can easily be established by a executive leader. The relations with the neutral nations are more economical & commercial than political. The bravery of the Republicans has changed the diplomacy of Europe. The dishonest & brilliant art of the plenipotentiaries can only suit monarchies; & the priests of diplomacy cannot stir trouble among us any more than the preachers of fanaticism.

The decrees of national opinion are pronounced for liberty and equality. The French revolution will bring about, in its impetuous & terrible march, the revolution of all of Europe. The former equilibrium of forces & alliances, this famous balance, this political charlatanism, is broken. A new order of relations & interests will be formed by the successes of the war.

These are the views, which the united committees believed that they had to present to the National Convention today, so that it takes back its entire dignity, & that it invariably seizes its rights again, in order to give useful activity and the necessary energy to the revolutionary movement. The simpler the government apparatuses are, the easier they are to operate; the safer their results, the smaller their danger.

When reorganising the government, you will surely not forget that it is, by your decrees, revolutionary until peace. The people which sees its salvation there, the citizens [who see] the end of their sorrows, & the armies [who see] the guarantee of their triumphs, will not be able to forget the existence of this government, [which is] transitional between the revolution & the constitution; which ensures us the accelerated enjoyment of all goods which have to derive from it.

In vain, malicious [people] from outside would like to make the step of the revolutionary government go backwards, or halt it, or slow it down; the people, like the Convention, saw inevitable calamities & dangers for its liberty: it was in vain that one wanted to destroy the very principle of its activity by altering it. The revolution can be compared to a plant whose growth cannot be stopped without making it perish, & we have all sworn that liberty is indestructible among the French.

This is the draft for the decree:

The National Convention, after having heard the report of the Committees of Public Safety & of General Security, decrees:

Article I.

There will be 12 committees of the National Convention, whose works will be related to the operations of the executive commissions, & whose nomenclature follows:

1. Committee of Civil Administration, Police & Tribunals.

2. Of Public Instruction

3. Of Agriculture & the Arts.

4. Of Commerce & Supplies.

5. Of Public Works.

6. Of Transports, Posts & Couriers.

7. Of the Organisation & the Movement of the Land Army.

8. Of the Navy & the Colonies.

9. Of Armaments, Powder & Mining.

10. Of Finances.

11. Of Archives, Decrees & Reports.

12. Of the Inspectors of the National Palace.

Article II.

Each of these committees will particularly take care of the legislation, of the complement & of the improvement of the laws relating to the duties of each of the commissions.

Article III.

The measures of government will continue to be taken by the Committee of Public Safety.

Those who concern the police and general security will belong to the Committee of General Security, in accordance with the assignment which has been made by the Law of 14 Frimaire.

Article IV.

All members of the Committees of the Convention will be appointed by it, & renewed by a quarter every month, as from the day of their nomination, & in order of their length of service.

Article V.

Every committee will be composed of twelve members; the one of finances will be [composed] of thirty-five members.

Article VI.

The Commission of National Incomes, the National Treasury, the Office of Liquidation, the one of Accountancy, will correspond with the same committee, which will bear the name Committee of Finances. There will be a section for assignats & currencies.

Article VII.

The Committee of Correspondence & Dispatches will continue the functions that are attributed to it.

Article VIII.

One will successively proceed to the nomination of the members of the twelve committees, as well as to the nomination of the commissioners & of the assistants of all the national executive commissions.

Source: Rapport et projet de decret [...]

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clickbliss · 6 years ago

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The Caligula Effect Overdose Review

by Amr (@siegarettes)

The Caligula Effect Overdose

Developer: FURYU Corporation

Publisher: NIS America

PS4, PC, Switch

When I originally reviewed The Caligula Effect for the Vita I found it to be a dire RPG, with a half-baked story and combat that was held back by its abysmal technical performance. I questioned the merit of returning to it for a PS4 remake. Still, I was curious if any of the original game could be salvaged. So once again I found myself, like the game’s protagonists, stuck in an endless loop of high school life.

A quick refresher for those who (justifiably) skipped the original release of Caligula: during a speech welcoming the incoming class, you begin to hallucinate, seeing distortions in the world around you, and in the faces of your classmates. You’ve “graduated” and become aware of the true nature of the world, specifically, that it’s a simulation named Moebius, whose residents live an endless loop of high school life, finishing school only to return to their first year again.

Moebius is the creation of Mu, a virtual idol who seeks to bring comfort to fans of hers who’ve experienced trauma, and provide them with a world free of pain. Your attempts to escape Moebius bring you into conflict with Digiheads, people corrupted by their strong desire to escape their lives, and the Ostinato Musicians, students who compose music for Mu and seek to increase her influence. Basically, you gotta fight Vocaloid stans and artists who refuse to stop posting and log off.

To stop them each of the members of the Going-Home Club have to awaken to their inner desires, channeling their strong impulses through the Catharsis Effect, which allows them to fight back against Moebius. Basically their arms turn into guns and stuff.

It’s a loaded premise, full of interesting directions to pursue. Questions about the nature of fandom, virtual personhood, the value of pushing back against a restrictive society and particularly the endless adolescence, are all potent for thematic conflicts. The endless high school life and stunted growth that comes with escapism could easily form a strong meta-commentary, taking aim at the culture and fans of anime and games that constantly returns to high school life and sometimes feels incapable of moving on. Or it could provide commentary on a homogeneous society with little tolerance for aberrations.

Don’t worry, they don’t do anything meaningful with any of these themes. Instead characters get their catharsis by talking at length about how much they hate fat people and other inane garbage, while the main plot relitigates the value of escapism in a format that’s been done better by other games and half the isekai genre.

Overdose is largely the same story, aside from allowing you to play as a female protagonist, introducing a few characters (one of which is even more unlikable than the original cast), and adding scenarios that allow you to take sides with the Ostinato Musicians. It definitely bulks up the story, but it’s hard to argue that it meaningfully alters it. The script does get small improvements, and in one case it helps make a character read more like their awakening come as a result of strong determination, rather than having a tantrum.

Most of the meaningful revisions come as a result to changes to the UI and battle system. Functionally, it’s mostly the same, but a visual overhaul and technical changes turn make the game a lot more readable. The UI moves the grungy, noisy art direction to a more fitting pop aesthetic, with the textured black elements becoming lighter, pastel colors with slight transparencies. Battle icons also take up a lot less screen estate, letting the visuals breathe and allowing the hectic and often crowded battles more room before they turn unreadable.

Best of all, the instant battle transitions now bloom into lovely pastel arenas, with digitized effects dancing around the borders, creating a window into the setting around you. The improved presentation works strongly in Caligula’s favor, since the battle system carried me through most of my time with it. Essentially, you’re using a series of predictions to carry out a chain of up to three actions per character, attempting to inflict status effects to interrupt enemy attacks and put them into a vulnerable state.

Characters move according to turn order, but their actions occur in real time once executed, and can be fine tuned to better interact with other characters’ moves. For example, you might set one character up to they counter two enemies’ melee attacks and send them airborne, have other characters juggle them with ranged attacks, then have another follow up when the enemy is downed to finish them off. It turns battles into interesting tactical problems, which when dealt with well become spectacles of stylish combos and super moves that lend a flair that calls to mind character action games. With good decision making even bosses can be interrupted and run over with the same momentum, providing a satisfying reward for playing well.

Of course, that’s only when everything plays out the way you want. Caligula throws a wrinkle into its battle system--the predictions of the enemy moves aren’t always accurate. The stronger the enemy the more likely they’ll be able to outwit you, and having backup plans to ensure your combos go off properly is key. Characters also need time to recharge their skill points after a few turns, which requires some long term planning to make sure you aren’t standing around out of energy while the enemy runs you over. These considerations keep battles from being predictable, but also makes an already finicky system more touchy. So while higher level enemies still prove engaging, later battles, with tons of fodder enemies and a larger squad of teammates, turns into a cacophony of abilities and explosions that are honestly better left to the auto-battle option.

At its most messy, these battles still provide the main impetus to keep playing, and Overdose’s welcome makeover helped it get closer to its ambition. It’s the one part of the game I can say I found all around enjoyable. The same can’t be said for its ambitious social system, which incorporates and massive web of characters to talk to, both in person and over the game’s version of the LINE messaging app. There are literally hundreds of these NPCs, each which you can have a quick chat with to raise your affinity with, rewarding you with bonuses and unlocking other, more reserved characters in the massive relationship chart.

While I appreciate the sheer amount of effort it takes just to name these characters none of them have a unique appearance or dialogue, mostly spouting stock lines that barely make any sense. Worse, your chats with them over messenger amount to you sending them a series of random questions with no connecting throughline. I don’t know about you, but if someone kept asking if I liked strawberries or oranges then jumped to something like what my greatest fear was the next sentence I’d think they were a bot trying to get my passwords, not a relatable human being. You party doesn’t fare much better, since not even they get real conversations.

It’s even harder to escape comparisons to other high school life RPGs now, then it was at the time of its original release. Even if I’m not a fan of it, Persona 5’s shadow looms large over Caligula, since it explores similar themes and shares a history. Closer to Caligula’s scale, and maybe more relevant, Blue Reflection--Gust’s magical girl RPG--also released since then, which incorporates several similar ideas, but executes them more successfully. It’s hard not to look at the unique social media interactions and personal problems Blue Reflection gives to your schoolmates and see a better implementation of the generic, stock dialogue Caligula assigns to its high schoolers. It puts into perspective how thoughtless Caligula feels on that front.

I’m glad to see more games explore the space around modern day settings, and I’m all for more fake LINE interfaces where I can chat with friends. At the same time I can’t help but see that as a primary mode where The Caligula Effect Overdose falters. It can’t get by on the sheer novelty of the setting anymore, not with so many other notable players, and the story it tells nowhere near matches the ambition elsewhere.

Worse, it’s genuinely ugly and cruel in places where it doesn’t feel justified, and which it never earns the right to be. Every social aspect of the game is riddled with narrative shortcuts, hoping to blast through the story fast enough and overwhelm you with a massive quantity so that you don’t notice that it’s not telling a story with any substance. Overdose makes it more tolerable, and highlights the more enjoyable aspects of the combat and artwork, but in doing so ends up bringing further into focus the other places Caligula is lacking.

#caligula effect #caligula effect overdose #review #ps4 #switch #nintendo switch #rpg

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afallensmessage · 7 years ago

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:-0 I was so surprised to be tagged in something!!

1.) Favorite Roman Emperor?

Same as reves. Don’t know enough about Roman history to be able to answer. ^-^” I remember Caligula was pretty weird though. Wasn’t he the one that declared war with the ocean??

2.) Ice-cream or frozen yogurt?

I don’t have a preference really.

3.) If you were given money to travel once to any place on earth for two weeks with all the expenses covered, where would you go?

Iceland. Without a doubt. And I wouldn’t be coming back. My expenses are covered for two weeks! It doesn’t specify what kind of expenses! I can totally get an apartment, enroll in a class to learn Icelandic, and work towards getting citizenship. I’ll get a job while I’m there. Not! Coming! Back!

4.) Favorite mythological creature based on a horse?

Amusingly enough, also Icelandic (or at least Scandinavian). I can’t remember the name of it, but there’s this river horse that looks like a normal horse, but if you say it’s name (in the myth it was a really common phrase that I also can’t remember at the moment), it dives into the nearest body of water, taking whoever is near it along and drowning them. Morbid, but really cool!

5.) Favorite Sherlock Holmes TV/Movie adaption?

I was never really that big on Sherlock Holmes, so I don’t have a favorite. ^-^” This is a really interesting question, though!

6.) (Just vent, buddy) That one song that makes you want to rip your ears off and chuck them at the singer?

That freakin big butts song. I can tolerate most songs, but that one is deeply uncomfortable for me to listen to for multiple reasons.

7.) Favorite political quote?

Don’t have one. I very intentionally keep myself distanced from politics whenever possible. They wreak havoc on my mental health.

8.) That one movie that always inspires you for something in particular, no matter how stupid it is?

I like movies, but I don’t get inspired by them very often, so I’m gonna switch this to a tv show (actually, it’s an anime, but eh, technicalities) called Angel Beats. It’s really sad, but comforting to me and it always inspires me to be a better person and makes me want to actively change my life for the better.

9.) Think about the fandom you are in. What was the last time you though “Maaan, If you could change that one thing, I sure as fuck would”?

I’m not as into fandoms as I used to be! :-o Picking from one of my old ones, something I’ve always wanted to change in the Hobbit was the fact that three of the characters dies. (Purposefully vague. Those who know the fandom will know who I’m talking about, those who don’t wont be spoiled.) There was one character in particular I really resented the death of. Life would have been so much better for everyone if he hadn’t died.

10.) Open gif searcher, type a baby animal (ex: puppy, kitten, duckling, baby seagull, etc...) and choose one to put here.

11.) EXTRA QUESTION: If you could visit any time period (and place), which one would you choose and why?

Hmm... I’m actually content with the current time period. Not place, but time period. Yeah, things really suck in a lot of areas, but they don’t suck as much as they once did. Humans are awful and they do horrible things to each other, but there’s still a lot of kindness and change in today’s society. My generation is a really progressive and forward thinking one. I don’t want to go into the past. I only have eyes for the future.

My Question: If you could meet anyone, past or present, and get the chance to talk to them, who would you meet and why?

I don’t actually remember my mom’s age, so it’s kinda hard to know how many to tag. Anyone can do this if they want! Just tag me in it so I can see! I’m curious!

I was tagged by @omuii Thank you! Glad to see ya ^^

Rules:

Answer the 10+1 questions.

Write an extra 11th question to substitute the current one.

Tag as many blogs as your mom’s age divided by three and rounded down.

1. Favorite Roman emperor:

I don’t know enough about Roman history to choose one! :(

2. Ice-cream or frozen yogurt?

Mmmmmm….. frozen yogurt. I like the texture more and I feel like it’s more suitable for fun toppings

3. If you were given the money to travel once to any place of the earth for two weeks with all the expenses covered, where would you go?

DO YOU THINK I COULD CHOOSE? I’d love to visit so many places. If going off my current interests though I think I’d go to Egypt to visit the pyramids of Giza.

4. Favorite mythological creature based on a horse?

I think I had liked pegasi at some point!

5. Favorite Sherlock Holmes TV/Movie adaptation:

I like the one with Robert Downey Jr. :) Although the modern BBC adaptation is cool too!

6. (Just vent, buddy) That one song that makes you want to rip your ears off and chuck them at the singer:

It’s less of the songs themselves and more of their association with family members, but I despise the songs from Camp Rock and Hannah Montana

7. Favorite political quote:

I don’t have any in particular or at least enough interest to memorize quotes >~<

8. That one movie that always inspires you for something in particular, no matter how stupid it is:

The Disney movie Meet the Robinsons had such a big impact on me. At first, it was to be an inventor but I found my needs weren’t being met so that inspiration had shifted into astronomy and other astro- things ^^

9. Think about the fandom you are in. What was the last time you thought “Maaan, if you could change that one thing, I sure as fuck would”What was it?

Is this referring to the community of the fandom or the media that the fandom is admiring? Either way, I tend to just go with the flow of things. Unless there’s discourse…

10. Open gif searcher, type a baby animal (ex: puppy, kitten, ducking, baby seagull, etc…) and choose one to put here.

11. EXTRA QUESTION: What does your dream house look like?

:O It’d be a Victorian gothic mansion

My question: If you could visit any time period (and place) which one would you choose and why?

kinda like #3 but I think people’s answers are interesting heh

I tag: @whos-this-joker @everseeing-eyes @cthulhurin @conjuredmoon @silent-songs-and-shining-stars @ashen-prophet @afallensmessage @euclideanwings Please don’t feel pressured to do this!

#long post #body horror tw #death tw

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bad-draft-stuff · 5 years ago

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fate goes (to the zoo)

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Arsé-kun: *good morning, america! or japan. Or more specifically, Lancelot. Because Minako has firmly seated herself on his chest. Wake up and feel the suffocation. Are you up yet, mr. crabs?* Sheepy: Guin: Please don't sit on his chest. You might suffocate him... Arsé-kun: Minako: Eh, he's fine. *she starts prodding his face* Get up, get up, get up, you eggplant! Sheepy: Guin: It's 1 PM, Lance. Arsé-kun: Lance: uurrrrrrgh. *Dignified!* Sheepy: Guin: Minako wanted to go somewhere with you. Sheepy: Guin: I'm coming too. Arsé-kun: Minako: And if you don't get up, I'm recruiting Elizabeth and her singing voice. Arsé-kun: *One of these things woke Lance up immediately. The other was a threat* Sheepy: Guin: Oh, you're awake. Thank goodness. Arsé-kun: Lance: .... *he pushes Minako off ("Hey!") and sits up* Sheepy: Guin: How are you feeling? Arsé-kun: Lance: Like a mess. Sheepy: Guin: Minako found someone who can help you. Arsé-kun: Minako: ... Ooh, did I explain wrong? We've seen her before, Guinevere! Sheepy: Guin: Oh, I see, sorry. Sheepy: Guin: Anyway, they may help you feel better. Arsé-kun: Lance: .... mmm, fine. Sheepy: Guin: Thank you, Lance. Sheepy: Guin: Do you want breakfast before we go, or are you fine as is? Arsé-kun: Lance: ... That's.. Probably a good idea. Sheepy: Guin: Okay, I'll make it for you. Arsé-kun: Minako: *food?* Arsé-kun: Lance: ..... Thanks. Sheepy: Guin: No problem. Is there anything in particular you wanted? Arsé-kun: Lance: nnnn sheep: *so food happens and they go* Arsé-kun: *They DO go. To Chaldea. Teleporters that run on magic exist, kids. And Mink forgot she had one that Roman could have used like 2 days ago. dumb female master* Arsé-kun: *Also of note is that Lancelot has his armor on. It's probably because he's only been in Chaldea WITH it.* sheep: *Guin doesn't have her armor because it makes her look very intimidating.* Arsé-kun: *Which makes it even WEIRDER to watch the horrifying Berserker Lancelot stroll down the hall with her arm hooked on his.* sheep: *Guin isn't at all bothered by it.* Arsé-kun: *of course SHE isn't.* sheep: *who cares about everyone else?* Arsé-kun: *Lance, probably.* sheep: *surprisingly, guin doesnt. lance is more important.* sheep: *Eventually, Haku's office is found. Based on all of the coffee cups, she pulled an all nighter and is writing up paperwork.* Arsé-kun: *there's also distant yelling. exciting* Sheepy: *Haku doesn't even appear to register the yelling. This is normal, which is kind of scary.* Sheepy: Haku: Come in. Arsé-kun: Minako: Helloooo! Sheepy: Haku: Good morning, Minako. Did you come for Lancelot? Arsé-kun: Minako: Sure did! Say hi, Lance! Arsé-kun: *Lance grumbles. Emotional!* Sheepy: Haku: Well, take a seat... *she spins her chair to face the group* ...ah, a new face. Did you summon another Berserker-class servant? Arsé-kun: Minako: No, Miss Guin isn't mine. Sheepy: Guin: I came because I was worried about Lance. I'm actually the neighbor's servant. Sheepy: Haku: *she raises an eyebrow* ...Well, whatever. What did you need help with? Arsé-kun: Minako: Status update? Should I have made an appointment or something? Sheepy: Haku: No, it's fine. Sheepy: Haku: Have you been feeling any different from your last visit, Lancelot? Arsé-kun: Lance: ..... bit better... Sheepy: Haku: That's good. Sheepy: Haku: Hopefully, you've been making an effort to go out with people and try new things. It'll help break you out of the vicious cycle that the madness enhancement induces. Arsé-kun: Lance: ... m-hm. Sheepy: Haku: Any concerns? Arsé-kun: Minako: Yeah. Someone here has probably slept like, twice this week. Lance. Sheepy: Haku: Man, I can relate. Sheepy: Haku: Lancelot, what's keeping you up at night? Arsé-kun: Lance: ..... A lot. Arsé-kun: *Lance goes to say more, but-* Arsé-kun: Caligula: *he smashes the door in. the door does not break. It is reinforced for this express purpose.**while screaming. this is his greeting.* Sheepy: *this makes guin jump. haku doesn't react.* Sheepy: Haku: Good morning, Caligula. Sheepy: Haku:...Anyway, what were you saying? Sheepy: haku; i wouldve been mad if it was tepes trying to make me sleep Sheepy: Guin: *she seems very hesitant about Caligula and pulls her chair closer to Lancelot's. Nope, nope, nope.* Sheepy: Haku: That's normal. Don't worry about it - he's just here to greet you. Sheepy: Haku: What did you need, Caligula? Arsé-kun: Caligula: hi Sheepy: Haku: Hello to you too. Arsé-kun: Lance: .... *he used this time to Formulate Full Sentences* .... It's really hard to.... Arsé-kun: Cali: *he catches on that this is not the time nor place for scream. he exits stage left. and then yells some roman bs* Sheepy: Haku: Are you feeling full of energy at night or too stressed to sleep? Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Latter. Sheepy: Haku: I see. What is stressing you out? ... If you don't know, it's fine. Arsé-kun: Lance: ... I thought it was Arthur. .... Doesn't make sense. ... Don't know sometimes. Sheepy: Haku: I understand how it is. Sheepy: Haku: Here's what I'd recommend. Sheepy: Haku: Are you going to bed at the same time every night? Arsé-kun: Lance: ..... Sometimes. Sheepy: Haku: Try to go to bed at the same time every night. Sheepy: Haku: It'll train your body to go to sleep at rhe same time every night. Sheepy: Haku: Breathing exercises may help. Anything containing tryptophan might help. Arsé-kun: Lance: ..... I can try. Sheepy: Haku: Do your best, okay? Arsé-kun: Lance: ... m-hm. Sheepy: Haku: If you suddenly feel stressed late at night and something occurs to you, maybe you can discuss it with someone who's up. Sheepy: Haku: Or something. Sheepy: Haku: If you suddenly feel stressed late at night and something occurs to you, maybe you can discuss it with someone who's up. Sheepy: Haku: Or something. Arsé-kun: Lance: .... All right. Sheepy: Haku: I can't think of much else. Anything else you wanted? Arsé-kun: Minako: For the record? There's actually been improvement! Sheepy: Haku: I'm happy to hear that. Sheepy: Haku: Good luck. Arsé-kun: Lance: .... Thank you. Sheepy: Haku: No problem. Sheepy: *Haku turns back to her paperwork... but then speaks up.* Sheepy: Haku: If Tepes asks, I was sleeping when you came and this meeting never happened because I was sleeping. Arsé-kun: Tepes: Then I'd better not ask. Sheepy: Haku: Geez! When did you get here?! Arsé-kun: Tepes: I entered as I heard my name be uttered. Sheepy: Guin: Well, I wouldn't be surprised. Sheepy: Guin: Vlad is a vampire so there must be one who isn't a vampire. Arsé-kun: Tepes: ... ..... Awful. Downright atrocious and wildly incorrect. Sheepy: Haku: There's two??? Sheepy: *Haku sounds horrified* Arsé-kun: Minako: Yeah, yeah! .... You guys don't seem all that different..! Sheepy: Haku: They're alike?! Arsé-kun: Minako: I've never seen the other one act cutesy, though... He's more like a dad? Sheepy: Haku: Maybe I really did fall asleep and this is a nightmare... Arsé-kun: Tepes: No, no, you're certainly awake. Sheepy: Haku: No!! Sheepy: Guin: Satoru calls him 'dad' for that reason, yes. Sheepy: Guin: I don't know what you mean by cutesy, though. He sews outfits for Lobo, if that counts. Arsé-kun: Tepes: .... The difference between us is that he is far more tolerant towards being what we are than I. Sheepy: Haku: You say that but you still bite me, you big jerk. Arsé-kun: Tepes: I'm almost hurt. Sheepy: Haku: I am hurt. Arsé-kun: Tepes: *he looks to the group* Do me a favor, if you will, and flip the sign on your way out. Sheepy: Guin: Okay, we will. Sheepy: Haku: Hey, hey! It's work hours! Arsé-kun: Tepes: No, it is not. Sheepy: Haku: Why not? The clock says so! Arsé-kun: Tepes: You don't listen to it any other time. Arsé-kun: *Tepes pauses and waits for the group to Exit.* Arsé-kun: Tepes: ... Now c'mon. I'd like to not force you, dear, but you need rest. Sheepy: Haku: I'll be done soon. Sheepy: Haku: It's just a few more pages. Just a few more... Arsé-kun: Tepes: That's what you said last night. sheep: Haku: It really is a few more! sheep: Haku: If I don't get it done, I won't have a restful sleep anyway. Arsé-kun: Tepes: *he looks very disapproving* sheep: Haku: You can give me as many disapproving looks as you want, but they won't change the fact that I have a ton of paperwork to deal with. Arsé-kun: Tepes: You've made errors due to being tired before. sheep: Haku: Yeah, but... sheep: Haku: *she frowns* sheep: Haku: Everyone makes mistakes... Arsé-kun: Tepes: Yes, but you make more when you're tired. sheep: Haku: I'll take a short nap. Arsé-kun: Tepes: Thank you. sheep: *Haku turns back to her desk and puts her head down. Spoilers. She's waiting for Tepes to leave to go back to work. Logic doesn't work on Haku.* Arsé-kun: Tepes: .... *he quietly steps back and moves the door.* sheep: Haku: If you were going to go back to sleep, sweet dreams or whatever you like. Arsé-kun: Tepes: You as well. sheep: Haku: Thanks, I guess. Arsé-kun: Tepes: *and he waits.* sheep: *...Haku eventually lifts her head and goes back to work. Haku. Haku.* Arsé-kun: Tepes: .... *he approaches again and takes the pen away* Good try. sheep: Haku: H-hey! Give that back! Arsé-kun: Tepes: *he pockets it* sheep: Haku: You jerk! I need that! Arsé-kun: Tepes: *he picks her up from the chair* No, you don't. sheep: Haku: Go bully someone else and give me my pen back!! Arsé-kun: Tepes: Do you think Caligula would allow me to carry him like this? sheep: Haku: More than I'll let you!! Arsé-kun: Tepes: Now, now.. sheep: Haku: *she pouts* I've got deadlines! A schedule! You're interrupting it! Arsé-kun: Tepes: You know I don't care for that. Sheepy: Haku: But I do! Sheepy: Haku: If you feel that way, feel free to be the one to make excuses for why it wasn't done on time! Arsé-kun: Tepes: Gladly. Sheepy: Haku: You better come up with something that makes sense, or else I'm the one at fault! Arsé-kun: Tepes: I'll cover this time. Don't you worry. Arsé-kun: Tepes: Don't you worry about a thing. Sheepy: Haku: ...That makes me feel more afraid than before... Arsé-kun: Tepes: I'm serious. No fooling around. Sheepy: Haku: ...Really? Arsé-kun: Tepes: Yes. Sheepy: Haku: Thanks... *you know when you're so tired that when you finally relax you just instantly conk out? that's haku right now.* Arsé-kun: Tepes: ... *he goes and puts her to bed, before going back to the desk and sorting what work she did do. And then leans the chair as far back as he can* Arsé-kun: *ok back to the main characters* Sheepy: Satoru: Oh, you're back. Arsé-kun: Minako: Yep, and hiah! Sheepy: Satoru: Uncle Lance, why are you wearing your armor again? Arsé-kun: Lance: .... Needed it. Sheepy: Satoru: I can understand. Sheepy: Satoru: Going outside makes me uncomfortable too. Arsé-kun: Lance: .. ... mmmmmhm. Sheepy: Satoru: Go with Proto and Cu Chu. Silver arm guy and the Wizrad are going too. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he puts his teacup down* Sure are! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'd like you two to come with us! A nice little get together, nothing else! Arsé-kun: *Mori, at the other side of the table, keeps his attention on the chess board. And puts Merlin back in check. git gud* Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, come on! *he moves his rook* Let me talk without being in check! Arsé-kun: Mori: *he calmly moves a bishop* Check. *Moriarty Smirks!* Arsé-kun: Merlin: Awful! Arsé-kun: Mori: Take your turn, and do not forget to get the papers for me. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I won't! I want to look at them, anyway. *he moves his piece, and is IMMEDIATELY put into checkmate. The Saltiest Merlin.* Sheepy: Guin: It sounds fun. I'm looking forward to it. Sheepy: Satoru: I want to go because I want to ask the Wizrad something, but the meeting isn't related to me and I don't want to go outside. Sheepy: Bedi: You can ask Merlin now. Satoru. Sheepy: Bedi: By the way, my name is Bedivere, but if it's easier to say, you can call me Bedi. Sheepy: Satoru: Okay, Uncle Bedi. Sheepy: Bedi:?! *he is visibly flustered... since when was he an uncle???* Sheepy: Satoru: *he approaches Merlin and gently tugs on his sleeve* Arsé-kun: *CONGRATS, BEDIVERE! YOU'RE AN UNCLE!* Arsé-kun: Merlin: Hmmm? Sheepy: Satoru: You taught King Arthur, right? Arsé-kun: Merlin: I sure did. Sheepy: Satoru: Would it be possible to teach me, too? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Ehhh? Sheepy: Satoru: Cu was stalling Proto when he turned into some dog thing so he couldn't hurt us. He was thrown around in the process. Sheepy: Satoru: Rider was hurt when protecting me because I didn't know how to protect myself. Sheepy: Satoru: I don't want my friends to be in danger just because I can't defend myself. So I want to learn how to. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Uh.. *he looks to literally anyone else* Sheepy: Bedivere: But... that's what servants are for. We heal quickly when we're injured - even when we lose limbs, we can get them back. We're stronger than you and that's why we're your shields - if we were weaker than you, there'd be no point for us being here. Arsé-kun: Minako: But when we're stronger, then the servants can be stronger, too! Win-win! Arsé-kun: Minako: Oh, and sorry about Proto the other night. Forgot to warn you? Sheepy: Bedivere: You've got a point, but... Sheepy: Bedivere: It's not easy to teach, nor is it easy to pick up quickly. You can't just learn some tricks and be able to protect yourself. You need to build your body as well. Arsé-kun: Minako: Is there a downside to that? You're still getting stronger in the end. Sheepy: Bedivere: It's not a downside, necessarily. Sheepy: Bedivere: It's just that you have to be serious about it and devote yourself to it. Sheepy: Bedivere: And while I'm sure that Merlin would be happy to do it, he has a job already. As do I. Arsé-kun: Mori: Satoru? How willing are you to do this? Sheepy: Satoru: I don't want to see any of you injured because of me, so I want to learn. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I can't start you with it immediately right now. What I can say is you've got a downright stupid level of mana reserves! Sheepy: Satoru: I don't know what that means. Arsé-kun: Merlin: You've got a lot of potential energy. You have, what, seven plus servants? And you're completely fine. Sheepy: Satoru: I don't understand, sorry. Arsé-kun: Merlin: All right, easier! *he moves all the pieces off the chess board* Lets say the board is, oh, one's magic ability. Keep it simple. Okay? Sheepy: Satoru: Okay. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Most people don't have any at all. Some lucky ones might have a little. *he puts a pawn onto the board* Arsé-kun: Merlin: For any magus or masters, though, they have much more. *he places more pawns on the board* Arsé-kun: Merlin: And they need it, of course. Someone with two servants might need... *he puts three more pieces on* More. Follow? Sheepy: Satoru: I get it. Sheepy: Satoru: A least, so far I do. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Great! Now, here's you and Minako! *he dumps a lot of pieces on* Arsé-kun: Merlin: Her I understand. Magus family, decent bloodline, first servant is a glorified magic circuit. *he looks over to her* Don't ask questions! Arsé-kun: Merlin: You, though! You only got your magic from one parent. You made your own summoning circles and did everything the old fashioned way! Sheepy: Satoru: Uhuh? Arsé-kun: Merlin: And you've thrived this way for a while now? Sheepy: Satoru: Uhuh. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Point made. Servants require magical energy to survive. If you're able to recharge and pass along that Od and Mana as easily as breathing, you'd have to have a strong innate ability for magic. Sheepy: Satoru: Oh. Arsé-kun: Merlin: My main worry is that if you start actively using it, it might be harder to do things. .. Won't know till we try it! Sheepy: Satoru: It's not like I accomplish anything on a daily basis anyway. Sheepy: Bedivere: I know that this isn't really my place to comment, but I don't think it's a good idea to completely rely on magic. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Of course not! It's a fickle thing. A spell or two can't hurt, though... Sheepy: Bedivere: If you put all of your eggs in one basket, it's guaranteed you'll drop it. Arsé-kun: Merlin: That's why you use two baskets! And bubble wrap the eggs! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, you know what? I'll ask for permission while we're out. Sheepy: Bedivere: So, you'll be teaching him magic, and I... well, I've never tried teaching, so maybe I shouldn't offer.... Arsé-kun: Lance: .... You'll do better than I will. Sheepy: Bedivere: You're much more skilled at the sword than I, but... that doesn't mean anything, I guess. Sheepy: Bedi: I guess it requires patience and the ability to explain concepts clearly, neither of which entirely apply to you. Arsé-kun: Merlin: H-hey! Sheepy: Bedi: No, not you. Sheepy: Bedi: Sir Lancelot. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh. Sheepy: Bedi: You're very patient. Arsé-kun: Lance: Exactly. Sheepy: Guin: Unfortunately, I'm not a capable teacher. Sheepy: Guin: Merlin, I'm sure you know this from experience with other students, but it's very easy to tell when Satoru is lost but not admitting it. If he's giving you a blank stare and nodding, he's stopped listening. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Just like his father, then! Sheepy: Satoru: ... Sheepy: Satoru: You've begun visiting here often, so does that mean you live near by? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Kiiiind of? Sheepy: Satoru: Oh. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Anyway, we came to drag Guinie and Lance out! Sheepy: Guin: *she raises an eyebrow* Sheepy: Bedi: I apologize for eating up your time. Sheepy: Bedi: Let's get going, Sir Lancelot, Lady Guinevere. Arsé-kun: Lance: .... Can I drop off my armor first? Unless we need it? Sheepy: Bedi: Please do. Sheepy: *the group heads to the cafe bar thing that should be named!* Arsé-kun: Proto: *he's here, he's ready, he's excited! Time for DOING STUFF!* Sheepy: Lucan: Good afternoon! Can I get y... ... ... Bedivere, is that you? And Lancelot, too! *before he can continue, Bedi gives him what can best be described as a bear hug. Bedi quickly regains his composure and lets go, seeming flustered.* Arsé-kun: Lance: Quite good to see you again, Sir Lucan. Sheepy: Lucan: It's been so long. Too long! Arsé-kun: Lance: It certainly has. *he pats Lucan's shoulder* Sheepy: Lucan: It was heartwrenching to think that I might not be able to see you nor Bedi again... ... ... *he busts out laughing...* Arsé-kun: Lance: If it helps, I know Tristan is well. Sheepy: Bedi: *he turns from overjoyed to looking very guilty and uncomfortable...* Sheepy: Lucan: Oh, Tristan. Arsé-kun: Lance: Dear, do join us..! Sheepy: Guin: *she joins Lance.* Sheepy: Lucan: You're, eh... Sheepy: Lucan: ... Arsé-kun: Lance: .... Sheepy: Lucan: Ehhh... Arsé-kun: Lance: .... *he brushes some of her hair forward* Does this help? Sheepy: Lucan: Oh, oh! You! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, you! Sheepy: Lucan: You're that lady, yeah, I know you. Sheepy: Lucan: And you're the creepy old man who would visit the castle. Arsé-kun: Merlin: H-hey! I did more than visit! Sheepy: Lucan: Did you? Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Maybe we should.. Quiet down a bit? We might start getting stares.. Sheepy: Lucan: Good point. Sheepy: Lucan: My boss is the owner of this place. She has a second servant who cooks. Sheepy: Lucan: He looks eerily similar to someone we knew. Arsé-kun: Merlin: It probably does. Alternate dimensions and all that jazz. Sheepy: Lucan: Here, I'll ask him to meet everyone. Arsé-kun: *in the background, Proto remembers they were supposed to bring Emiya. Upon being told smug redman doesn't exist, Proto resolves to call him during break. Teenage Rebellion* Sheepy: *Lucan leaves and returns with a blond, green-eyed man.* Sheepy: Lucan: He's of the Saber class. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he whistles* Lookin' good, Arthur! Sheepy: Arthur: Oh! Merlin is a man now! Sheepy: Bedi: "Arthur"? Arsé-kun: Merlin: I can be whatever you want me to b- *he gets elbowed by Lance.* Sheepy: Lucan: You can even be gone? Sheepy: Bedi: Are you okay, Merlin? Arsé-kun: Merlin: I could be, you coot! And yeah, I'm alive. *he looks back to Arthur* Is that the only difference 'tween me and yours? Sheepy: Arthur: Mine is much more serious and to the point. I don't see her but I know she's there, silently judging, always. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Where's the fun in that...? Sheepy: Arthur: Sir Bedivere looks much more alive than when I last saw him. And Sir Lancelot seems a little happier, too. Arsé-kun: Lance: .... Do you think so? Sheepy: Arthur: Yup! You're with Guinevere now, right? Arsé-kun: Lance: Ah... Y-yes? Sheepy: Arthur: Good for you! I realized that I went too far. Arsé-kun: Lance: ! Sheepy: Arthur: So, sorry about that, even if you aren't my universe's Lancelot. Sheepy: *Guin is visibly surprised* Arsé-kun: *As is Lance. Give them a couple of moments.* Sheepy: Arthur: I don't know if it's any different in your universe, but... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Assume it isn't. Sheepy: Arthur: I realized how you felt when I fought back against Mordred when he forced Guinevere to marry him. It also got me thinking... Arsé-kun: Lance: wait what Sheepy: Arthur: Huh? Sheepy: Guin: Excuse me? Sheepy: Arthur: Um... did that not happen for you? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Our Mordred is a girl. Sheepy: Arthur:?! Sheepy: Arthur: So Merlin is a man but Mordred is a woman... Arsé-kun: Merlin: There's more, but lets save that for later..! Sheepy: Arthur: So then was it a happily ever after ending? Is that why Sir Bedivere's eyes are full of life? Arsé-kun: Everyone: ....... Arsé-kun: Merlin: .. It is now! We're all here, right? Sheepy: Arthur: No. Sheepy: Arthur: Gawain, Tristan, and Kay are missing. Bors, too, along with Perceval, eh... Sheepy: Arthur: And too many others to list. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Tristan's around. Somewhere. Sheepy: Arthur: That's nice to know. Sheepy: Arthur: When you see Kay, can you tell me so I can apologize? Sheepy: Bedi: We haven't seen him. Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Most of us have some apologizing to do, don't we? Sheepy: Arthur: It seems so. Arsé-kun: Merlin: We may as well go in a circle. Sheepy: Arthur: I'll start. Sheepy: Arthur: Guinevere, I'm sorry for only thinking of myself. Sheepy: Arthur: Sir Lancelot, I'm sorry for starting a war with you. Sheepy: Arthur: Sir Lucan, I'm sorry for not listening to you, thus leading to both your and my death. Sheepy: Arthur: Sir Bedivere, I'm sorry for accidentally causing the deaths of everyone you held dear and then leaving you all alone and under the impression I was dead because I needed to protect someone important to me in the future, causing you to lead an empty life of hermitage and depression. Sheepy: Bedi:...Ah.... I see that part hadn't changed...Um, well, it's fine. All I did was for my king. I would have gladly died on the field if it were for my king, and as punishment for my final sin in her dying moments, I forced myself to live that life. It is no responsibility of yours nor hers that I chose that end for myself. Sheepy: Lucan: Bedi, you aren't an object. Stop seeing yourself as one that feels the need to be thrown away when you don't do things perfectly. Sheepy: Bedi:.... Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... You'd better not have anything to say to me! Sheepy: Arthur: Huh? Sheepy: Arthur: Uhhh... Sheepy: Arthur: Sorry for eating the food you prepared specifically for yourself that one time because it was sitting out since you went to do something and I was hungry? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Aaaaccepted! Sheepy: Arthur: That's all I can think of. Arsé-kun: Merlin: That was quite enough. Sheepy: Arthur: So, uh, who's up next? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Eh. I'll get it out of the way. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... To everyone, actually. *he tips his head down* Everything that happened was my fault, so I overall apologize about anything you've all gone through. Sheepy: Bedi: That's not true. Arsé-kun: Merlin: But it is. Arthur's- And Artoria's- births were entirely my fault to begin with. Sheepy: Bedi: Meeting my king and being with her every step of the way was the best thing to ever happen to me. Arsé-kun: Merlin: You're too nice, Bedivere. Sheepy: Lucan: The only thing I regret is not being able to go on any adventures. Sheepy: Bedi: Too nice...? Why? Arsé-kun: Merlin: All this bad stuff happened, but here you are, only good stuff, bad stuff gtfo. Sheepy: Bedi: It's better to just disregard the bad things. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Annnyway! Sheepy: Lucan: I can't think of anything to apologize for. Arsé-kun: Merlin: You're clean. Next! Sheepy: Bedi: Um, I'm sorry for... ... something? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Nope, clean. Don't wanna hear a complaint. Next! Sheepy: Guin: *she frowns but doesn't say anything.* Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Nothing? Sheepy: Guin: I don't know. Sheepy: Guin: I can't think of anything. Arsé-kun: *Meanwhile, poor Lancelot is visibly sweating. And looking for an escape route. And trying not to wonder who would be the easiest person to kill if he makes a break for it.* Sheepy: Guin: Are you okay, Lance? Arsé-kun: Lance: .... Nope. Sheepy: Guin: Don't push yourself, okay? Arsé-kun: Lance: ..... It'll only take me a minute. *he copies Merlin and tips his head down* My apologies for.. Uh, causing problems. Primarily for you, Arthur. Sheepy: Arthur: Apology accepted. Sheepy: Arthur: Now that that's out of the way, do you want something to eat? Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Certainly. Sheepy: Arthur: Great! What would you like? Arsé-kun: *and then everyone orders. In the bg, Proto steps outside for his break, lights a smoke, and calls Emiya* Sheepy: *Arthur cooks what they ask for and Lucan serves them.* Arsé-kun: *Good. Fantastic. Excellent. Amazing* Sheepy: Lucan: Just so you know, you still have to pay for it. Sheepy: *Despite his words, Lucan has a charming smile on his face...* Arsé-kun: Merlin: of course we do. Split the bill? Sheepy: Bedi: I'm okay with that. I can cover anyone who can't p- Sheepy: Lucan: Bedi, no, if you say that, everyone will drop their bill on you. Sheepy: Bedi: But... it's what friends do. They help each other. Arsé-kun: Lance: ... I think we can all cover some of it. Sheepy: Lucan: Alright, but you better not make Bedi cover all of it. Arsé-kun: Lance: You've got my word. Sheepy: Lucan: Good. Sheepy: Lucan: Anyway, enjoy your meal. Sheepy: *Lucan leaves to go work with other customers...* Sheepy: Bedi: I wonder if Eiji will be disappointed that he didn't come. Sheepy: Bedi: I'm very happy to see Lucan again, but seeing him only makes me wonder who else is out there and if we'll see them again. Sheepy: Bedi: Speaking of Eiji, actually, I was thinking that maybe we should eventually introduce him to Satoru. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Absolutely. Sheepy: Bedi: Huh? Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he folds his hands and leans forward* Let us wait a bit. I believe we will not have to. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he leans back* :) Sheepy: Bedi:...? Sheepy: Bedi:...Well. If you say so... Sheepy: Bedi: I just thought it would be a good idea since he seems comfortable with us, but... Sheepy: Guin: Sakura will introduce him, I think. sheep: Guin: I could bring Satoru to the store where Eiji works, but... sheep: Guin: Getting Satoru to go out is very difficult. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Perhaps vice versa. sheep: Guin: Yes, that's better. sheep: Bedi: We'll see. sheep: Guin: I'll ask him anyway. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'll bring the matter up to Eiji when I get home. sheep: Guin: Okay, thanks. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he pulls out his wallet and puts some cash on the bill* Now that I've donated to the pool, can I be excused for a minute or so? sheep: Bedi: Go ahead. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Great! *and he hurries to the restroom. What a great wizard* sheep: *Bedi puts some money on the bill as well.* Arsé-kun: Lance: *he quickly adds on as well* sheep: *Guin follows their examples.* sheep: Bedi: Um... *he seems a little awkward*... So, uh, do you two have jobs or something? Arsé-kun: *pay is successful.* Arsé-kun: Lance: Me? sheep: Bedi: Yes. Arsé-kun: Lance: As a combat servant. Otherwise? No. Sheepy: Bedi: I see. Arsé-kun: Lance: I sure hope so. Arsé-kun: Merlin: You see with your eyes. Sheepy: Bedi: Sir Tristan sees with his sixth sense. Arsé-kun: Merlin: He's an exception! Sheepy: Bedi: He's a mystery. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Fair point. Sheepy: Bedi: Sometimes, his magic surpasses yours, like in this case. Arsé-kun: Merlin: How magical. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Oh, right! Does anybody know where, uh.. *he pulls his sleeve up. he wrote something on his arm* Where Randolph street is? Sheepy: Guin: Oh, yes. *she gives directions...* Arsé-kun: Merlin: Thanks, thanks! I thought I made a wrong turn before.. Sheepy: Guin: No problem. Good luck. Sheepy: Bedi:...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Thanks, Guinevere! Sheepy: Bedi: Why are you going there? Arsé-kun: Merlin: I was asked to pick up some documents, so I'm gonna swing by real quick. Sheepy: Bedi: Okay, just be careful about goinf somewhere you haven't been before... Are you sure you don't want someone to come with you? I can keep you safe. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'll be fiiine! You just head on home to keep an eye on Eij', okay? Sheepy: Bedi: Okay, if you say so... I'll do my best. Is Eiji in danger? Arsé-kun: Merlin: N-no! I just mean.. You know! Sheepy: Bedi: No, I don't know, sorry. But, I'll do my best. Please stay safe. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Make sure he doesn't hurt himself. Sheepy: Bedi: I will. Sheepy: Bedi: Good luck. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Thanks. Arsé-kun: *MEANWHILE* Arsé-kun: Mori: -- And I should be back before dark. Sheepy: Satoru: *he doesn't seem too happy, but he doesn't argue.* Arsé-kun: Mori: ... I would bring you along, but I'm not exactly sure how this will go. Arsé-kun: Mori: ... If I find it to be safe, then I shall bring you along the next time I go. Sheepy: Satoru: Okay. Arsé-kun: Mori: *and so he heads out* Sheepy: *Gil is outside!* Arsé-kun: *Awful* Sheepy: *Gil is busy trying to do a kickflip...upon noticing Mori, he stops.* Sheepy: Gil: What is it, mongrel? Arsé-kun: Mori: Nothing to do with you. Sheepy: Gil: *he frowns* Sheepy: Gil: I'm bored and have nothing to do. Give me the details, old man. Arsé-kun: Mori: Only if you'll keep your mouth closed about it. Sheepy: Gil: Fine. Arsé-kun: Mori: I may or may not be in the planning stage of stealing an entire building. Sheepy: Gil:...How do you intend to go about that? Arsé-kun: Mori: Well placed hexes, knowledge of the destruction schedule, and careful calculations. Sheepy: Gil: I want to partake in this robbery. Arsé-kun: Mori: On the list of things I expected, that was not one of them. Sheepy: Sherlock: As do I. Arsé-kun: Mori: What is this, a bank robbery? What do you want? Sheepy: Sherlock: To watch you. Arsé-kun: Mori: That intimidates me. Sheepy: Sherlock: It amuses me. Arsé-kun: Mori: I see this. Sheepy: Sherlock: So, I'll be tagging along, if you don't mind. Arsé-kun: Mori: I mind quite a lot! Sheepy: Sherlock: Hmm... that's unfortunate. Sheepy: Sherlock: Your majesty, might you let a lowly peasant like myself accompany you? Sheepy: Gil: Finally, one of you mutts are treating me with the respect I deserve! Feel grateful, mongrel - very few can join the King of Heroes on his adventures! Arsé-kun: Mori: *he looks BEYOND done* Sheepy: Gil: If I find detective work to be done, I will consider coming to you, King of Detectives! Wuhaha! Entertain me with your deductions! Sheepy: Gil: Lead the way, lowly criminal! Arsé-kun: Mori: ... I do more than that, you know. *and he turns and strides away. Onwards.* Sheepy: *Gil and Sherlock follow.* Sheepy: Gil: Ah! This is a nice home! Arsé-kun: Mori: If my calculations are correct, the length of it is approximately the same as the length of yard between my home and yours. Sheepy: Sherlock: Smart as always. Sheepy: Sherlock: I would have just used measuring tape. Arsé-kun: Mori: Takes too long, and it's too obvious. Sheepy: Sherlock: I see. Arsé-kun: Mori: I sure hope you do. Arsé-kun: Mori: If you were actually completely blind, I think I'd be more impressed, though. Sheepy: Sherlock: Hm? Would you? Sheepy: Sherlock: I would like to be blindfolded during a case. Sheepy: Sherlock: If I lift my blindfold, I lose. Sheepy: Gil: *he is looking over the house* Sheepy: Gil: I fail to grasp how you'll move it. Sheepy: Gil: I doubt my Gates to Babylon could move it directly. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he opens the blinds, and the window* You're not! *he changed his clothes at some point. Merlin, brightly colored sweatpants don't make you any sneakier.* Sheepy: Gil: Eh? Arsé-kun: Mori: It would be better to discuss this indoors. *and he strolls in the front door like he owns the place.* Sheepy: *Gil and Sherlock follow.* Arsé-kun: Merlin: I already found twenty bucks and this pack of batteries. Sheepy: Sherlock: Are you robbing the house as well? Sheepy: Sherlock: Ah, don't worry about me dragging you to the cops or anything. I keep my work and my life separate. Arsé-kun: Mori: It's slated for demolition. The homeowners already took what they wanted. Arsé-kun: Mori: Either way, I'm not exactly interested in the contents. Sheepy: Sherlock: You're interested in the house, and I'm interested in seeing how you'll steal it. Arsé-kun: Mori: Carefully. Sheepy: Sherlock: Of course. Arsé-kun: Mori: ... If I recall correctly, wizard, you said it would have to be under a certain weight? Arsé-kun: Merlin: It's that, or number of things at once. Arsé-kun: Mori: ... It would be best, then, to remove as much as we can from the building itself before we do anything else. Sheepy: Gil: I don't wish to dirty my treasure horde, so I will only accept what I deem to be treasures! Arsé-kun: Merlin: We could dump extra stuff in donation bins! Arsé-kun: Mori: We may need very large bins for that, but it is the safest way to get rid of things. It will inevitably be cleaned out anyways. Sheepy: Sherlock: I have a question. Arsé-kun: Mori: Go on. Sheepy: Sherlock: Why is this building being demolished? Arsé-kun: Mori: To make room for a new building. Sheepy: Sherlock: Aren't buildings only demolished when they're unfit to live in? Arsé-kun: Mori: Yes, and that is part of the reason for scouting it out first. Sheepy: Sherlock: Different reasons for it to be unfit to live in are mold, drug creation, or chemicals caused by burning. There are many other possibilities, but those come before all else. Arsé-kun: Mori: Correct. Sheepy: Sherlock: We should make sure to take a good look around the walls and any place that if used incorrectly could start a fire. Sheepy: Sherlock: Mold can form in walls. Arsé-kun: Mori: There may be faulty electrical or plumbing. That will have to be checked as well. Sheepy: Sherlock: Yes. I'll do my best. Sheepy: Gil: I don't really get what's the big deal. Can't repair people just fix it? Arsé-kun: Mori: Well, possibly. We don't know if any of the issues mentioned are there or not- We are assuming yes until proven otherwise. Sheepy: Sherlock: Let's start looking around. Arsé-kun: Mori: Yes, lets. Sheepy: *and so, they look through it!* Arsé-kun: *they go exploring. Strangely enough, the house seems completely fine. They also find some stuff.* Sheepy: Sherlock: It's fine... Sheepy: Sherlock: How odd Arsé-kun: Mori: I don't like this one bit. Sheepy: Sherlock: Why not? Arsé-kun: Mori: Areas like this aren't usually demolished so abruptly. *he holds up some papers- documents he'd asked Merlin to retrieve* Tenants on this block were told to move out last month. The statement of building something here was only issued recently. Sheepy: Sherlock: Hmm.. Arsé-kun: Mori: Perhaps it isn't this house..? Sheepy: Sherlock: Or maybe there's more than meets the eye. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Nope. It's clean. Double-checked, triple-checked! Sheepy: Sherlock: What I mean is, maybe it isn't the house that is the problem. Sheepy: Sherlock: It's possible that it's something with the surrounding area. Arsé-kun: Mori: Perhaps. Plans for the building itself may continue on unhindered, then, while we try to figure out what it is. Sheepy: Sherlock: Yes. Arsé-kun: Mori: Excellent. Arsé-kun: *They continue with the plan, (ab)using Merlin's magic to move things easily. Or store them somewhere. he won't share where.* Sheepy: *it goes well!* Sheepy: *Gil helps by using Gates to Babylon.* Sheepy: Sherlock: I didn't expect it to work. Arsé-kun: Mori: But here we are. Are we ready for the last two steps? Sheepy: Gil: No clue. Sheepy: Gil: Go ahead if you can, mongrel. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, I sure can! You'd better not mess me up! Sheepy: Gil: Of course I won't! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Fantastic. Then I may begin. *he focuses his attention on the house, and quietly starts reciting spells* Sheepy: **Gil and Sherlock stay silent...* Arsé-kun: *With a series of creaks, tears, and groans, the house starts to disconnect from the ground!* Sheepy: *The two are understandably surprised.* Arsé-kun: *Mori also appears impressed, but he's also going to start heading home. Better get there first.* Arsé-kun: *Not mentioned were the layers and layers of illusion spells Merlin had cast beforehand, so that bypassers would not see a house getting up and flying away* Arsé-kun: *What I mean to say is that Merlin's going to have one hell of a crash afterwards* Sheepy: *Poor Merlin. Gil and Sherlock realize that they should probably follow Mori. I'm sorry Merlin nobody is watching you be cool.* Arsé-kun: *That's okay, though. They need to be there before Merlin is* Sheepy: *And so, they get there!* Sheepy: Satoru: Grandpa, a house landed here. It's on migration. Sheepy: Satoru: Treat it well, it's a guest. Arsé-kun: Mori: Oh, but it isn't. Sheepy: Satoru: It's here to stay? Arsé-kun: Mori: I intend for it to be. Sheepy: Satoru: That's rude of it. Arsé-kun: Merlin: 'm not moving it now.. Sheepy: Satoru: It's the Wizrad. Sheepy: Satoru: Good evening, Wizrad. You look tired. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Sure is me.. I am. Sheepy: Satoru: You should rest. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he almost dozed off right then and there* Huh? What? Uh, yeah. Sheepy: *Satoru takes Merlin's hand and leads him in.* Arsé-kun: *Merlin is super grateful for this. He'd have missed the door otherwise.* Sheepy: Satoru: Do you want the couch? Sheepy: Satoru: You can borrow it but you can't keep it. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Yeah. I'd love to. *and he drops onto it. it's time for bed, bitches* Sheepy: Satoru: I can get you a blanket too if you want. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Please.. Sheepy: *Satoru gets a blanket for Merlin and puts it on him.* Arsé-kun: *what a good child* Sheepy: Satoru: Okay, rest well. Good night. Sheepy: Satoru: *he goes to join Mori* Arsé-kun: Mori: -- And we can connect what is left in the morning. Sheepy: Emiya: I'll do my best. Arsé-kun: Mori: Atta boy. Sheepy: Emiya: For now, I'm going to collect my tools together and rest up. Sheepy: Emiya: You should too. Arsé-kun: Mori: Wise plan. Sheepy: *Emiya leaves.* Sheepy: Satoru: Hi, the Wizrad's sleeping on the couch tonight. Sheepy: Satoru: He's hibernating for the winter. Arsé-kun: Mori: It's September. Sheepy: Satoru: He's getting an early start. Sheepy: Satoru: He's not a procrastinator. Sheepy: Satoru: I feel like it's related to the house. Arsé-kun: Mori: Correct. Sheepy: Satoru: It attracts wizards. Arsé-kun: Mori: No. Sheepy: Satoru: Oh. Sheepy: Satoru: He's running away from his responsibilities and it tired him out. Sheepy: Satoru: Like Sakura. Arsé-kun: Mori: No. Sheepy: Satoru: And like me, because Auntie Guin wants to bring me to the store soon but I intend to just lock myself in my room until she gives up. Arsé-kun: Mori: I'll pick the lock. Sheepy: Satoru: Why? Arsé-kun: Mori: Because I'd like to make the occasional reminder that I'm evil. Arsé-kun: Mori: ... Also, we stole that house. Sheepy: Satoru: I thought it was because you cared about me and wanted to make sure I had needed exposure to the outside world so I won't become a NEET hikkikomori. Sheepy: Satoru: And stealing houses isn't a crime because it's not written anywhere in the law I don't think. Arsé-kun: Mori: .... Good point, but I want to see faces after people realize an entire house vanished. Arsé-kun: Mori: Also, maybe it was. Sheepy: Satoru: You must have really good eyesight to be able to see them from here. Sheepy: Satoru: I want to be like you. Arsé-kun: Mori: ... Remind me to give you a language lesson on figurative and literal speech. Sheepy: Satoru: Okay, give me a language lesson on figurative and literal speech. Arsé-kun: Mori: ... Later, dang it. Sheepy: Satoru: I will. Arsé-kun: Mori: Thank you. Sheepy: Satoru: By the way, I don't think you're evil. You may have hurt people in the past but you don't anymore. Everyone makes mistakes and everyone goes through bad phases in their life that doesn't necessarily mean they're a terrible person in the present. Arsé-kun: Mori: .... Thank you. Sheepy: Satoru: If you become that way again, I won't give up on you. You'll still be my grandpa. I know that you're a good person at heart and it's okay if you make mistakes. I believe in you. Arsé-kun: Mori: ..... ..... I'm the Napoleon of Crime. You've always said I was a good person, even when I clearly am not. ... I appreciate it. Sheepy: Satoru: *a small smile forms on his face....* Others gave you the title. Those people were opposed to you, right? But you've helped a lot of people in your own way, too. Sheepy: Satoru: So just because those people see you as a criminal doesn't mean that's who you really are. Arsé-kun: Mori: ... ... Again, thank you. Sheepy: Satoru: No problem Sheepy: Satoru: I'm always here for you if you want to talk about your worries. Arsé-kun: Mori: ... And I, too, will be here for you. Sheepy: Satoru: Thank you! Sheepy: Satoru: I want to go inside. Sheepy: Satoru: Auntie Guin said she'd start cooking dinner when you got back. Arsé-kun: Mori: Well, then. Let us go inside. sheep: *Satoru goes in.* Arsé-kun: *Mori follows him in* sheep: Lobo: *he looks over at the two. he was sniffing at Merlin originally...* sheep: Guin: Oh, Moriarty, you're back. Arsé-kun: Mori: That's right. Have I missed much? Sheepy: Guin: Not really, no. Sheepy: Guin: Why is Merlin here? Arsé-kun: Mori: I invited him along to a little endeavor. Sheepy: Guin: Oh, I guess that's why he left so abruptly. Arsé-kun: Mori: My apologies. Sheepy: Guin: No, no, it's fine. Sheepy: Guin: I'll get dinner started. Arsé-kun: Mori: Please do. Sheepy: *Guin goes to do that. Lobo is staring at the two.* Arsé-kun: Mori: What's that face for, Lobo? Sheepy: Rider: "He's upset that 'his' couch was 'stolen'." Arsé-kun: Mori: ... He's not even allowed on it. Sheepy: Lobo: *he growls some* Arsé-kun: Mori: Don't give me that tone. Sheepy: Lobo: *growl* Arsé-kun: Mori: I'll get the flyswatter. Sheepy: Lobo: *he places a paw on the couch* Sheepy: *Lobo locks eyes with Mori as well...* Arsé-kun: Mori: .... *he lowers his glasses. stare* Sheepy: Lobo: *stare* Arsé-kun: Mori: *stare* Sheepy: *Lobo growls again. his couch* Arsé-kun: Mori: Bad. Arsé-kun: Vlad: ..... You know what? Never mind. I'm not asking. Sheepy: Satoru: Lobo is upset because Grandpa won't let him on the couch. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Yeah, because then we wouldn't have one. Paws off, Lobo. Sheepy: Lobo: *he takes his paw off* Arsé-kun: Vlad: Thank you. Sheepy: Lobo: *he places his head down and stares at Mori*. Arsé-kun: Mori: ... Oh, what now? Sheepy: Satoru: It's okay, Lobo. You can stay with me. The wizrad is fine. He just needs rest. Sheepy: Lobo: *he lifts his head and his ears perk up. he only cares about that second sentence.* Arsé-kun: *what a dog* Sheepy: Rider: "Thank you, Vlad, for breaking up that power struggle." Arsé-kun: Vlad: Quite welcome. I don't particularly care for complaining from either of them. Sheepy: Rider: "I understand." Sheepy: Satoru: Dad, a house has migrated here. Arsé-kun: Vlad: ....... Houses don't migrate, for any reason, unless they're trailers, and even then. Sheepy: Satoru: Grandpa intends for it to stay. Sheepy: Satoru: But it landed here. Arsé-kun: *Moriarty appears Smug. Vlad firmly dislikes this* Arsé-kun: Vlad: What in the name of every servant of Romania did you do?? Sheepy: Satoru: Grandpa also has turbo vision. Sheepy: Rider: "What did you do this time?" Arsé-kun: Mori: Well, I stole a house. Sheepy: Satoru: He's like Superman but with actual character development. Sheepy: Satoru: His glasses are just a facade and he actually has extreme vision. Arsé-kun: Mori: I wish. Sheepy: Satoru: Huh? Arsé-kun: Mori: It wasn't literal. Sheepy: Satoru: Oh.... Sheepy: Satoru: You're still Superman to me. Arsé-kun: Vlad: I may have just contracted diabetes. Sheepy: Satoru: Huh? Why? Sheepy: Satoru: Diabetes is bad for you, you should go to the doctor. Sheepy: Rider: "Can you tell the difference between jokes and serious comments?" Sheepy: Satoru:...? Arsé-kun: Vlad: Not one bit, apparently. Sheepy: Satoru: It was a joke? Arsé-kun: Vlad: Certainly. Sheepy: Satoru: I don't get it. Arsé-kun: Mori: ... Perhaps Andersen can explain it to you best. Sheepy: Satoru: Okay, I'll ask him. Arsé-kun: Mori: Just not now. Sheepy: Satoru: Okay. Sheepy: Satoru: Everyone says things they don't mean and it's hard to know when it's a joke and when it's real. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Tone helps. Go ask your uncle about that. ... I'm going to excuse myself. Sheepy: Satoru: Okay. *he goes looking for Mozart* Arsé-kun: *Well, Mozart's bedroom light is on, so he Must Be There* Sheepy: *Satoru knocks on the door.* Arsé-kun: Mozart: ... Satoru? Do come in. Sheepy: Satoru: *he enters.* Arsé-kun: Mozart: *he's crammed under his desk, worriedly eyeing his broken and blocked window* Sheepy: Satoru: *he comes over and sits down near Mozart* Arsé-kun: Mozart: ... What just happened, exactly..? Sheepy: Satoru: We have new neighbors. Arsé-kun: Mozart: What..? Sheepy: Satoru: A house landed next to us. Arsé-kun: Mozart: It wasn't a bomb of some sort..? Sheepy: Satoru: No. It's a house. Arsé-kun: Mozart: Thank goodness.. Sheepy: Satoru: Is it normal for houses to land in between you and your nighbor? Arsé-kun: Mozart: Not that I am aware of, but it's better than impending doom.. Sheepy: Satoru: Grandpa stole a house. Arsé-kun: Mozart: .... Ah. Sheepy: *There's a harp being played nearby...* Arsé-kun: Mozart: ... The musician is here again? Sheepy: Satoru: It sounds like it. Sheepy: Satoru: Should we go see what he wants? Arsé-kun: Mozart: I suppose we shall. Sheepy: Satoru: Okay. Sheepy: *Tristan, without looking over, speaks up...* Sheepy: Tristan: Good evening, strangers. ...Are you wanderers like myself? Arsé-kun: Mozart: No. You just so happen to be by our house. Sheepy: Tristan: Your yard calls to my heart. Sheepy: Tristan: And my heart led me here. Sheepy: Tristan: Simply, I feel as though I may find the missing piece of my soul by observing this wall. Arsé-kun: Lance: .... *he's leaning out the front door* ... Why are you the way that you are? Sheepy: Tristan: Hello, Sir Lancelot. Sheepy: Tristan: This new addition... Arsé-kun: Lance: How can you even see right now. Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot... Arsé-kun: Lance: What? Sheepy: Tristan: You see with your eyes. But I.... Sheepy: Tristan:........ Sheepy: Tristan:............ Sheepy: Tristan:........................ Arsé-kun: Lance: .................. Sheepy: Tristan:.....*snore* Arsé-kun: Lance: ..... Of course. Sheepy: Satoru: He sees with his nose. Arsé-kun: Mozart: I hope not. Sheepy: Satoru: But then why does he snore? Sheepy: Satoru: He's like a bat, but instead he smells colors. Sheepy: Satoru: He uses his harp to make sound waves to bounce off of things so he can use echolocation. Sheepy: Tristan:...my soul... Sheepy: Tristan: The darkness of death gnaws at my soul. I tremble internally and feel weakness in my muscles. Sheepy: Tristan: My head also hurts. Arsé-kun: Mozart: .... Whose stomach just growled? Sheepy: Tristan: My heart cries out for its missing piece. Arsé-kun: Lance: .... Speak english, you poetic bastard. Sheepy: Tristan: I'm sad. Arsé-kun: Lance: I know, Tristan. Sheepy: Tristan: I have no money and haven't eaten in three days. Sheepy: Tristan: And yet, I continue to journey, no destination in mind, with only my heart to follow. Sheepy: Tristan: Neither hunger for food nor hunger for companionship will stop my meaningless wanderings. No place to call my home, no mission to give my life worth. Sheepy: Tristan: I simply exist. Arsé-kun: Lance: *he leans back in the house for a few moments, then comes outside* Would you like my poetic response to that? Sheepy: Tristan: Do you know this feeling, Sir Lancelot? Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Somewhat? Sheepy: Tristan: What is your poetic response? Arsé-kun: Lance: Here is my reply. *and then he just slings Tristan over his shoulder and goes back inside. Problem solved* Sheepy: Satoru: Bye, Uncle Lance. Bye, Mr. Sad. Arsé-kun: Mozart: *he turns his attention to the house and just points* Why? Sheepy: Satoru: Grandpa stole it because he wanted to. Sheepy: Satoru: The Wizrad helped and now he's sleeping on the couch. Arsé-kun: Mozart: That explains why I heard him. Arsé-kun: *meanwhile* Sheepy: Tristan: ...Now that we have banished the darkness eating at my soul by the power of these mysterious pastries called "poptarts"... Sir Lancelot, let me tell you a tale of a lonely archer. Arsé-kun: Lance: ... You fell asleep out front, so it shouldn't happen again for a while. Go on. Sheepy: Tristan: A fairly useless archer was called upon by a woman with a bright life ahead of her. In his time, this archer was a master of the bow and had an appreciation of music. As some cruel joke, fate combined these two and left him a bard, forced to rely on his musical skill and mysterious forces to protect himself and the woman he held dear. Sheepy: Tristan: Battle after battle he fought, striving to achieve his dearest's goals, haunted by his previous failure to protect a loved one. But once more, it was not to be. He wasn't good enough. His dearest fell. She was left a soulless husk in a hospital bed. Sheepy: Tristan: He couldn't bear it. Everytime he looked at her face, he was reminded of his faults... So he ran from his responsibilities. Sheepy: Tristan: Do your best to protect those most important to you. There is nothing more painful than being the one left alive, Sir Lancelot. Arsé-kun: Lance: ...... I will remember that. *he's gripping the arm of the couch a bit Too tightly..* Sheepy: Tristan: Good. Sheepy: Tristan: As for the woman... Sheepy: Tristan:...I haven't a clue how she is. Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Alive? Sheepy: Tristan: Minimal. Sheepy: Tristan:...I guess. Sheepy: Tristan: It's possible she's woken up and is living her life happily without me. Sheepy: Tristan: But I haven't the courage to return. Sheepy: Tristan:..You give me food and I pay you by telling a story of my cowardice. What a terrible payment. Arsé-kun: Andersen: I for one found it interesting. Sheepy: Tristan: It's nice that someone found pleasure in my tale of woe. Arsé-kun: Andersen: No pleasure. Merely morbid interest. Sheepy: Tristan: I understand. Arsé-kun: Andersen: If it makes you feel any better, you at least had the courage to speak to women, or even try to reach a goal. Sheepy: Tristan:...Hm? Sheepy: Tristan: It is when you're scared that you should try your hardest to push past your limits and face your fears. Sheepy: Tristan:...However, I myself find that I can't do it. Arsé-kun: Andersen: There was once a young author who, having been shunned and mocked much of his life, found himself unable to confess his feelings. He wrote fairy tales for children, filled to the brim with death and negativity. While that is true, it is natural to find it difficult. Fear makes one lock up completely. Arsé-kun: Andersen: .... What you need to do is have more confidence in yourself. Arsé-kun: Andersen: It's very clear you've got no self esteem and you don't think you can do things. Arsé-kun: Andersen: You're like some wimpy anime protagonist that spent the first ten episodes bitching and moaning about fate hating them after two bad things happened. Get your shit together. Sheepy: Tristan:..... Sheepy: Tristan:............ Sheepy: Tristan: If it were that easy, don't you think I would have done it already? Sheepy: Gil: To think that someone so useless served the King of Knights... you disgust me! Sheepy: Gil: "There's nothing more painful than being the one left alive"? Sheepy: Gil: Fool! You've been given a chance the other hasn't: The ability to move on and become a better person! Sheepy: Gil: If you put others before yourself, you deserve the misfortune that comes your way! If you don't value yourself, no one else will either! Sheepy: Gil: You are Tristan, aren't you? Do you even think you deserve the title of "Sir" after everything you've done? Abandon the king and run off with some woman, feeling love potion-induced love! Fake affection! Sheepy: Tristan: I see. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: *he peeks in. Gil's yelling, and not at him, so this should be Interesting* Arsé-kun: Andersen: I appreciate the efforts, your majesty, but perhaps do not yell so loudly the other house may hear. Arsé-kun: Andersen: ... The King of Heroes is correct, though, as much as I hate to say it. Sheepy: Tristan: ............ Sheepy: Tristan: I apologize for being a source of annoyance. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Don't worry about it. I do this to everyone. Lancelot, if you tear the couch, you're paying for it. Arsé-kun: Lance: ... *he lets go of the couch.* Sheepy: Tristan: At this point, I haven't a clue where she is. Arsé-kun: Minako: *she peeks in around Mephisto. real subtle, mink.* Arsé-kun: Mephisto: *he glances to her* We've got a depressed redhead. *he chuckles* End quote, Haku, that one time. Arsé-kun: Minako: Ehhh? Is that Tryst-san? Sheepy: Tristan: Tristan. Arsé-kun: Minako: I was close! Sheepy: Tristan: Yes. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Finally, someone who might be of use. Master, might you know where his master is? Arsé-kun: Minako: No? I can try and find out, though. Sheepy: Tristan: Don't push yourself. Arsé-kun: Minako: I won't. sheep: Tristan: I know of no one who knows where she is. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: Not for long~ sheep: Tristan: Hm? Arsé-kun: Minako: I just said I'd try and find out! Sheepy: Tristan: Okay, thanks Arsé-kun: Minako: *she sits down right there and pulls out her compact. It's time to Do Research, aka ask around* Sheepy: Tristan: *he seems a little uncomfortable.* Arsé-kun: Andersen: It's getting stuffy in here. *he leaves via dropping to the floor, crawling between Gil's legs, and gets out of the room* Sheepy: Gil: To use that exit you must pay a toll fee! Sheepy: Gil: "The King of Heroes legs" are sacred things, mongrel! To crawl between them is an honor! Now, pay up! Arsé-kun: Andersen: Do you make anyone else who passes through your legs pay, too? Sheepy: Gil: Yes! Arsé-kun: Andersen: No wonder no one wants to have sex with you. Sheepy: Gil: Hm? Sheepy: Gil: Fool! Sheepy: Gil: No man nor woman meets my standards! Arsé-kun: Andersen: Uh-huh. Okay. Sheepy: Gil: My golden body is pure of sin! Arsé-kun: Minako: Please stop saying words. Sheepy: Gil: You can't rule over me, mongrel! Arsé-kun: Minako: You keep believing that. Sheepy: Gil: I could confiscate your command seals if I felt like it! Sheepy: Gil: Don't think you're all-powerful! Arsé-kun: Minako: You got knocked out by a newspaper. Sheepy: Gil: That was no ordinary newspaper! Sheepy: Gil: Truly, you're a poor excuse for a master! Arsé-kun: Minako: ... .... Hey Mephistopheles, hold this. *she hands him the compact and stands up* Arsé-kun: Mephisto: I got your shit, kick his ass! Sheepy: Gil: If you don't even know if your servant's abilities, why do you believe you have any right to order us around? Arsé-kun: Minako: Yes, let me see with my human eyes that something was changed on the molecular level. Sheepy: Gil: Hmph. Clearly, you didn't do your research. Arsé-kun: Minako: I was eating, do you think I cared? Sheepy: Gil: That archer's name is EMIYA. His ability is changing the makeup of objects. Arsé-kun: Minako: Gee, no shit! Sheepy: Gil: And so, he made that newspaper like a metal rod. Sheepy: Gil: Would you like me to smack you over the head with a metal rod and see if you stay conscious, mutt? Arsé-kun: Minako: Hey, guys, do you think there's a heart in here? *she goes to lightly knock on his chestpiece* It sounds hollow to me! Sheepy: Gil: Don't touch me. Arsé-kun: Minako: Then stop saying words. Sheepy: Gil: No, fool! Arsé-kun: Minako: At least stop talking about you being the hot new sex icon or whatever it is this week. Sheepy: Gil: I never spoke of that! Sheepy: Gil: It's that little brat who implied it! Arsé-kun: Minako: He sure did, and I'll kick him later. Arsé-kun: Minako: To be fair, though... Arsé-kun: Minako: Making people who pass through your legs pay? hmm.. Sheepy: Gil: My mind and heart are pure. Yours are in the gutter. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: I'd say something, but gee oh boy do I enjoy living! Arsé-kun: Minako: All right, all right, that's a good spot to stop the banter, before someone gets injured! Sheepy: *Tristan, meanwhile, is sleeping.* Arsé-kun: Lance: *he's kind of drowsy, too, but this is not the time or place.* Sheepy: Gil: Why is this man here, anyway? Arsé-kun: Lance: May I not have a friend over? Sheepy: Gil: I just wanted to know. Arsé-kun: Lance: He came by, so.. *he shrugs* Arsé-kun: *unmentioned but existing is Elizabeth, lurking on the stairs* Sheepy: Gil: Okay, fine. Arsé-kun: Minako: *she reclaims her spot and her compact* Have we pleased you, King? Sheepy: Gil: Yes. Arsé-kun: Minako: Neat. Now shoo. Sheepy: Gil: No. Arsé-kun: Minako: Okay. Sheepy: Tristan: .............................house......... Sheepy: Tristan: ...The house next door... Sheepy: Tristan: Between your house and the kid's house... Arsé-kun: Lance: *it's apparently time for Tristan Blabbing Information In His Sleep* Arsé-kun: Lance: *so he's listening* Sheepy: Tristan: I've been there before... Sheepy: Tristan: Whose is it? Arsé-kun: Minako: .... If it helps- Arsé-kun: Lance: Don't bother. He's not even awake. .... I think. Sheepy: Tristan: ...Sir Lancelot, why did you put shaved chocolate in my... *indistinct mumbling...* Arsé-kun: Lance: .... *snrrrkkk* Arsé-kun: Lance: ..... *and he proceeds to start playing around with Tristan's hair. no ponytails, though. He'll die.* Sheepy: *Tristan doesn't react, instead mumbling something about how Lance should leave jumping out of windows to the real master.* Arsé-kun: Minako: ... I'm gonna say it anyway, but, uh. The house was owned by Haru's family at one point. Sheepy: Tristan: ...Yes, that's right. Arsé-kun: Lance: ... *he gathers some of Tristan's hair, and holds it like he's going to ponytail it* Sheepy: *Tristan puts his hand on Lance's face. No.* Arsé-kun: Lance: *he lets go* Welcome back to the world of the living. Not much was missed. You stayed on topic for a remarkable amount of time. Sheepy: Tristan: Did you want to jump out of a window? Arsé-kun: Lance: No. Back to the house discussion. You mentioned it, though. Sheepy: Tristan: ...? Arsé-kun: Lance: You've been there before? Sheepy: Tristan: It's familiar. It brings me comfort. Arsé-kun: Lance: .. Ah. Arsé-kun: Eliza: It's mister harp guy! Sheepy: Tristan: Hello. Sheepy: Tristan: I am Tristan. Arsé-kun: Eliza: Oh, that's your name! My name is Elizabeth! Sheepy: Tristan: Nice to meet you. Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot... Sheepy: Tristan: Do you know of a place near by to stay the night? Sheepy: Tristan: I cannot wander in the dark. Sheepy: Tristan: I want to visit her, as well, but I don't know if I can do it alone. My chest feels like it's going to split apart when I see her... Sheepy: Tristan: So... if you intend to be near where she is anytime soon, please let me accompany you. Arsé-kun: Lance: ... I was going to ask if you'd like to stay the night, actually. Sheepy: Tristan: Thank you. Sheepy: Tristan: Ah, yes, that's right. Sheepy: Tristan: When did you get a new addition to your house? Sheepy: Tristan: As in, the familiar home. Mayumi's. Arsé-kun: Lance: .... Earlier today. Sheepy: Tristan: Why? Arsé-kun: Lance: I've got no idea. Sheepy: Tristan:...Ah, now that I think of it... Sheepy: Tristan: My harp can track people. Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Yes, Tristan. It can. Sheepy: Tristan: Maybe it isn't a coincidence after all we reunited. It is fate. Sheepy: Tristan: Two hopeless lovers bound to the same king's will... One has found the woman they hold dear and the other one's heart yearns for a stable relationship devoid of death. Sheepy: Tristan: Will my presence endanger you and your loved one as well...? Sheepy: Tristan: How are you sure? Arsé-kun: Lance: I'm not, but I want to say it won't. Sheepy: Tristan: I hope so. Arsé-kun: Lance: .... Do you want to go find out what this house business is about? Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Or would you like to tomorrow? Sheepy: Tristan: I want to know. Sheepy: Tristan: But, it may be too late. Do you think so? Arsé-kun: Lance: It isn't that late. Sheepy: Tristan: Then I want to do it. Arsé-kun: Lance: Then let us be off. Sheepy: *Tristan follows Lance.* Sheepy: Tristan: I will let you knock on the door. Arsé-kun: *Lance goes to, but Mori opens it first. Hello.* Sheepy: Satoru: Grandpa, the depressed harp man with Uncle Lance was in our back yard, facing a wall of the house you stole while playing his harp. Sheepy: Tristan: Tristan. Sheepy: Tristan: My name is Tristan. Arsé-kun: Mori: James. Pleasure to meet you. May I help you gentlemen? Sheepy: Tristan: The house is familiar. Arsé-kun: Mori: Is it? I was hoping someone would know more about it. Sheepy: Tristan: Was anyone in it? Arsé-kun: Mori: Certainly not. No one has lived there for quite some time now. Sheepy: Tristan:..... Sheepy: Tristan: How long? Arsé-kun: Mori: About a month. Tenants were told to move out of it, and any neighboring houses. Sheepy: Tristan:.... Arsé-kun: Lance: .... Why? Arsé-kun: Mori: Cannot say. No reasons were written down, and anything that may have been relevant was censored. Sheepy: Tristan: I see. Arsé-kun: Mori: My apologies. Sheepy: Tristan: The house was originally owned by my summoner. Sheepy: Tristan: She is a vegetable now. Arsé-kun: Mori: That is unfortunate. My condolences. Sheepy: Tristan: How did the house get here? Arsé-kun: Mori: Careful planning and a wizard. Sheepy: Tristan: Wizard? Sheepy: Tristan: Like Merlin? Arsé-kun: Mori: Correct. Sheepy: Tristan: He is around? Arsé-kun: Mori: Still sleeping, but yes. Sheepy: Tristan: I see. Sheepy: Tristan: He is sleeping in very late. Sheepy: Tristan: If Sir Bedivere was here, he'd shake Merlin awake. He's a little too strict. Arsé-kun: *In the bg, Merlin's phone going off. Repeatedly* Sheepy: *It's bedi, he's worried* Arsé-kun: *Merlin's clearly not getting it.* Sheepy: Tristan: ...It sounds important. Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Maybe we should get it. Sheepy: Tristan: Yes. Arsé-kun: Mori: *he moves aside. go for it, guys* Arsé-kun: Lance: *he strides over and retrieves Merlin's phone. ♪partyin' partyin', yeah♫ Anyway, he answers it* Good evening, Sir Bedivere. It's Lancelot. Merlin's over here snoring. Did you need something? Sheepy: Bedi: You've found him? I've been looking all over for him but I had no luck... Arsé-kun: Mori: Do pass on for me that he's been here for a while now. Arsé-kun: *Lance does so* Sheepy: Bedi: Really? ... Sheepy: Bedi: Um, if he wakes up, I can stop by and escort him back home. Arsé-kun: Lance: That sounds good. Sheepy: Bedi: Thank goodness he's safe at least. Arsé-kun: Lance: m-hm.. Oh, Sir Tristan is here, too. Sheepy: Bedi: Really? Arsé-kun: Lance: Truly. *he glances over to Tris* Sheepy: Tristan: My heart cried out for a light to extinguish the darkness of my eternal loneliness. Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot is a bit dim but he'll do. Arsé-kun: Lance: ..... ..... He says hello. Sheepy: Bedi: Can you tell Sir Tristan I say hello? Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Certainly. Tristan, Bedivere says hello. Sheepy: Tristan: Okay. Arsé-kun: Lance: ... And if you don't mind, I'm going to write down your number so I can contact you later. Sheepy: Bedi: That's a good idea. Sheepy: Tristan: I don't have a phone. Arsé-kun: Lance: Hm. Sheepy: Bedi: I'm still a little worried about Merlin... Sheepy: Bedi: Why is he sleeping there? Did I upset him? Arsé-kun: Lance: Uh, no? .. Why is he here? Arsé-kun: Mori: *he leans towards the phone* Because he used up his energy reserves moving a house. He can do it, he said. Sheepy: Bedi: Is he okay?! He's very, what's the term... Sheepy: Bedi:...Fragile? Lacking endurance?... S-still! He's fine, right? He didn't push himself too hard? Arsé-kun: Mori: I believe he's just tired. Sheepy: Bedi: That's a relief. Sheepy: Bedi: Please keep him safe. He can be a handful, but he's asleep... Um, when he wakes up, if you call me, I'll be over in a flash to bring him home. Arsé-kun: Lance: Will do. Sheepy: Bedi: Don't worry about waking me up. I'll be awake for a while longer. Sheepy: Bedi:...You're sure he's not sleeping there because he's upset, right? Arsé-kun: Mori: Yes. Sheepy: Bedi: Good, good... Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Well, I'll call if anything happens. Sheepy: Bedi: Thank you! Arsé-kun: Lance: Quite welcome. Arsé-kun: *After they hang up, Lance has a nice discussion with Satoru over the differences between literal and figurative things* Arsé-kun: Lance: --- So instead of saying "I'm borrowing this," I might jokingly announce "I'm going to steal this thing for a bit". Arsé-kun: Lance: Something like that. Sheepy: Satoru: So when Carmilla says that Auntie Guin is hot she doesn't mean really warm? Sheepy: Satoru: I was worried. I thought she had a fever the way Carmilla said it... Arsé-kun: Lance: ....... Oh. Sheepy: Satoru: ? Arsé-kun: Lance: That's kind of in both territories. Sheepy: Satoru: What do you mean? Arsé-kun: Lance: It could be either one. Arsé-kun: Lance: I certainly agree with one of the two definitions, though. Sheepy: Satoru:.....I don't get it... Arsé-kun: Lance: ... I don't feel like it's my place to explain this. Sheepy: Satoru: Okay. Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Either way, I told Bedivere I would keep an eye on Merlin, so... It'd be best if I took him with me. Sheepy: Satoru: Have fun, Uncle Lance. Sheepy: Tristan: Uncle Lance... Arsé-kun: Lance: I won't. Not one bit. *he takes Merlin and goes.* Arsé-kun: *As Tristan follows Lancelot, Moriarty is stuck explaining the concept of attractiveness to Satoru.* Sheepy: Satoru: So it's like a magnet. Sheepy: Satoru: Why do people care about appearance anyway? Sheepy: Satoru: I don't understand.... Sheepy: Guin: People care about appearance because of the fact that it's always the first impression people make. Sheepy: Guin: From there, some people's opinions stay the same, but usually, their opinion changes based on the other's personality. Sheepy: Satoru:..... Sheepy: Satoru: Okay. Arsé-kun: Vlad: For example, while Carmilla is very pretty, yes, it doesn't mask her awful personality. ... I am kidding, before you ask. Sheepy: Carmilla: You're lucky I'm letting you off just this once. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Am I? Am I really lucky? Sheepy: Carmilla: Yup. Sheepy: Satoru: Appearance and personality aren't connected at all. Arsé-kun: Vlad: They can be. A sloppy person tends to look like a mess. Sheepy: Satoru: Really? Sheepy: Satoru: Cu looks like a mess but he isn't sloppy. Arsé-kun: Vlad: That's why it's usually only a first impression and not a lasting one. Sheepy: Satoru: Oh. Arsé-kun: *In the irrelevant background, Lance has dropped Merlin off in his own bed and has quietly seated himself in a corner to play some vidya gaes. It's a rythym based game, Tris can join in* Sheepy: *Which Tristan does.* Arsé-kun: Vlad: Another example. Perhaps I look intimidating, but I also sew things for everyone each Halloween. Sheepy: Satoru: You don't look intimidating. Arsé-kun: Vlad: .... I'm not going to prove that wrong. Sheepy: Satoru: At least, I'm not intimidated by you. Arsé-kun: Vlad: .. I suppose. Sheepy: Satoru: You wouldn't, right? Arsé-kun: Vlad: Of course not. At least, not intentionally. Sheepy: Satoru: Okay. Sheepy: Rider: "What do you plan to do with the house, Moriarty?" Arsé-kun: Mori: Use it, of course. No harm in expanding. Sheepy: Rider:.... Sheepy: Rider: "There's something more, isn't there?" Arsé-kun: Mori: You and Lobo may call space as your own ahead of time. Arsé-kun: Mori: What? No. I wanted to steal a house. I did. Profit. Sheepy: Rider: "That's surprisingly shallow for you." Arsé-kun: Mori: It was rather hastily planned, I will admit. I wanted to see if it was possible. Since it is.... Hm, hm. Sheepy: Rider: "Since it is, what?" Arsé-kun: Mori: I do not have to go out of my way to test other things. They are undoubtedly possible according to this and my own calculations. Sheepy: Rider:... Arsé-kun: Mori: We could uproot an entire forest if we wanted to. Sheepy: Rider: "Don't." Sheepy: Satoru: But the Wizrad did a lot, right? He seemed exhausted. Arsé-kun: Mori: I said could. Not will. Sheepy: Satoru:.....? Arsé-kun: Mori: In short, I wanted to know if it was possible. It was. I am content. Sheepy: Satoru: Okay. Arsé-kun: *timeskip to the next day!* Sheepy: Bedi: *he has arrived! he seems a little stiff.* Arsé-kun: Medusa: .... *she gets the door and pulls her blindfold up to peek* ... Ah. You. They're upstairs. Arsé-kun: Medusa: ... Hurry up. We're getting ready to... Clean up, lets say. Sheepy: Bedi: I apologize. I'll go meet them. Arsé-kun: Medusa: *she moves out of his way* Sheepy: *Bedi goes to see the group upstairs...* Arsé-kun: Lance: *he hasn't moved far from the corner. he's gonna 100% this game. he's been at it for a while now.* Sheepy: Bedi: Good morning, Sir Lancelot. Arsé-kun: Lance: .... urrr. *words don't seem to be in his favor this morning.* Sheepy: Tristan:..... Arsé-kun: Lance: ....... Sheepy: Tristan: ...Seven hours... Arsé-kun: Lance: ... *he grunts and glances back at Bedi. he seems tired. those dark patches under his eyes are back* Sheepy: Bedi: Please sleep, Sir Lancelot. Arsé-kun: Lance: hnnnnn. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he picks his head up* ..Oh! Bedi! You came! Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he jumps up and onto Bedi. Bear hug.* Sheepy: *Bedi returns it, tightly hugging him back.* Sheepy: Bedi: I was looking all over for you yesterday... Thank goodness you're safe. Sheepy: Tristan: I see. I was wrong. Sheepy: Tristan: My presence causes my friends to reunite with those they hold dear. Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot with Lady Guinevere, Sir Bedivere with Merlin, myself and depression. Sheepy: Tristan: Our times of separation are but a brief minute. A feeling of overwhelming joy fills my very existence. Just as quickly and overwhelmingly my joy came, a wave of despair crashes down upon me, drowning me in negative thoughts and yearning for my loved one. A feeling of betrayal when she refused me in times of need. Perhaps, I was foolish to give her up so easily... but all I felt was guilt. A need for repentance. Arsé-kun: Lance: ▃▃ Sheepy: Tristan: I see. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ...... So how about that airplane food? Is it airplane? Or is it food? Sheepy: Bedi: What airplane food? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Subject changed! Sheepy: Bedi: But what is it? Arsé-kun: Merlin: It's food, of course! Sheepy: Bedi: ...Well, okay. Arsé-kun: Merlin: It just so happens to come from airplanes~ Arsé-kun: Merlin: Hold on. Something I need to do. *he lets go of Bedi and turns to Tristan* Sheepy: Bedi: Huh? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Long time no see, Sir Tristan! *he gets on his toes to bump his head against Tris' as he hugs him* Sheepy: Tristan: Long time no see in general. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Then open your eyes, silly! Sheepy: Tristan: My vision is very limited. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Huh? *he's still smiling, but..* Sheepy: Tristan: As I said. My vision is very limited. Sheepy: Tristan: It is such that there's simply no point in bothering with opening my eyes anyway. Sheepy: Tristan: After all, I don't need my eyes to use my bow. So, I can't think of any other reason to open them. Arsé-kun: Merlin: So you can see the cheerful smiles of friends when they approach! Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Hey, wait a minute! You've definitely seen things! You brought up watching someone use a daemon's head for soccer! Sheepy: Tristan: Yes. Sheepy: Tristen: Which is why it's limited. Sheepy: Tristan: Not completely gone. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oooh.. Sheepy: Tristan: Anyway, I don't need to see anyone's smiles. Knowing that everyone is happy is enough for me. Arsé-kun: Lance: ▂▂▂▂. *Grumbles! How expressive.* Sheepy: Tristan: I'm glad you agree. Arsé-kun: Medusa: *she bumps the door open with her hip, because her arms are full of books* Not to interrupt, men, but clean up is starting downstairs. It's going to get loud. Sheepy: Tristan: Clean up must be very dangerous. Arsé-kun: Medusa: With these fools? It absolutely is. Sheepy: Tristan: Fools? Arsé-kun: Medusa: ... We've got what amounts to homemade Satan, King of the Mongrels, and Heracles. Yes. Arsé-kun: Medusa: Either way, my job is done. *she leaves* Sheepy: Tristan: I don't recognize those first two names. What a strange thing to name your child. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I don't think it's literal..! Sheepy: Tristan: Yes, I know. I was kidding. Arsé-kun: Merlin: You didn't sound like you were kidding, you big, red poutyface! Sheepy: Tristan: I have no sense of humor. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Yeah, I see--! Arsé-kun: *There's a loud crash from beneath them!* sheep: Bedi: ?! Arsé-kun: Lance: ▂▅▅▅■▅!! *he's IMMEDIATELY on high alert, grabbing where his sword would be if he was wearing it* sheep: *Bedi raises his metal arm of POWER. he's ready to fight.* Arsé-kun: Herc: *from downstairs* ▅■▅▅▅▅■▅ *and other assorted screams and yells* sheep: Tristan: Ah, that's what she meant. Arsé-kun: Merlin: It all makes sense now. sheep: Bedi: ...Huh? ... O-oh... *he puts his arm down, embarrassed...* Arsé-kun: Lance: *he's still on high alert, looking around for the threat* sheep: Tristan: The man screaming reminds me of Sir Kay. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ..... *snnrrrkk* sheep: Tristan: He's certainly enough of a brute to do that. Arsé-kun: Merlin: That means he hasn't before? sheep: Bedi: Please don't attack Sir Kay behind his back. sheep: Tristan: I wouldn't be surprised... and, to be a knight, you must have thick skin. Arsé-kun: Merlin: And he certainly does! sheep: Tristan: No, he has a thick skull. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Did we not use him as a battering ram at least once? I swear we did. sheep: Tristan: Of course - the body is much more relaxed when one is drunk, so their body is less prone to injury. sheep: Bedi: ............ Arsé-kun: Merlin: The more you know! sheep: Bedi: *he doesn't appear too happy. he goes to help Lance calm down instead.* Arsé-kun: Lance: *he snarls at Bedivere with a maddened red glare. head down, eyes up, angry.* sheep: Bedi: *this is. concerning.* sheep: Bedi: *...But wait! He knows what might help!* sheep: Bedi: *He is going to try his magic excalibur arm to see if it helps! His metal arm lights up from the inside, getting a glassy look to it. He places his hand on Lance's forehead. There's a faint burning smell... Is he helping??* Arsé-kun: Lance: uurrrrrr.... *he's stopped snarling, but still seems a bit on edge* Sheepy: Bedi: *the light dies down, leaving its normal color. he hesitantly pulls his hand away... he's faking a smile.* Everything is fine. Sheepy: Tristan: Is someone cooking something? It smells burnt. Arsé-kun: Lance: ..... *he'd begun to look down when he also noticed the smell, picking his head up and wrinkling his nose. awful* Sheepy: Bedi:...I'm sorry. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, no, not again! Sheepy: Bedi: No, no, it's fine, really! I'm just sorry you have to deal with the smell... Sheepy: Bedi:...It stings a little, that's all. Arsé-kun: *Merlin pulls his hoodie off, before freezing the inside of it and applying it to Bedi's arm. He's here to help.* Sheepy: Bedi:...Thanks. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Anything to help you, Bedivere. Sheepy: Bedi: I'll do anything for you as well. Arsé-kun: Lance: .... ...... *he seems to have calmed down, but he's staring at Bedi's arm* Sheepy: Bedi:...? Arsé-kun: Lance: .... *he reaches to try and grab Bedi's arm* Sheepy: *Bedi lets him, visibly confused.* Arsé-kun: Lance: ... ts..... weapon.. *knight of owner kicks in in an attempt to hijack... Bedi's arm. No, really.* Sheepy: Bedi:...?! Arsé-kun: Lance: *from there, he attempts to stop.. whatever it is it's doing to burn Bedi. You Stop That.* Sheepy: Bedi: *he is visibly confused...* Arsé-kun: Lance: .... *he frowns and lets go* .... Didn't work. Sheepy: Bedi: I-it'll calm down on its own. Sheepy: Bedi: It'll just take a while... Arsé-kun: *There's another crash, but it's much further away. Herc is also much further away* Arsé-kun: Merlin: It always does. ... We really gotta find a way to stop that. Sheepy: Bedi: It's because I'm too weak for it. Sheepy: Bedi: I think it's calmed down... Arsé-kun: Merlin: You stop that! If you were too weak for it, we'd know! Sheepy: Bedi: No, no, what I meant is, my body isn't built to be able to handle it. Sheepy: Bedi: I'm not King Arthur. I'm just a normal person. Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... Have I not told the tale of the first few times she tried to use Excalibur? Sheepy: Bedi: No. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Perhaps I should. Sheepy: Bedi: Well, okay. I'll listen. Sheepy: Bedi: *he sits down. he's ready for a story.* Arsé-kun: Merlin: First go. Target is ready. She's ready. She takes Excalibur out of its sheath and goes to attack. It proceeds to blast her in the exact opposite direction, and razed everything BUT the target! We didn't put a walkway there for fun- The grass stopped growing there! Sheepy: Bedi: Really? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Truly. Sheepy: Bedi: I haven't had anything like that happen at least Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... All I imagined was the arm just. Rocketing off. Goodbye, metal arm. Whoosh! Sheepy: Bedi: I, uh, don't want to experience losing my arm again. Sheepy: Bedi: Still... it's hard to believe that she'd mess up while using it. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Everyone has to learn at some time! Sheepy: Bedi: That's true, but... Sheepy: Bedi: ..I think the learning curve is too steep for me. Arsé-kun: Merlin: We'll just have to work on it! Sheepy: Bedi: Yes. Sheepy: Bedi: It just worries me a little. Arsé-kun: Merlin: That's fair. Sheepy: Bedi: But, I've found myself needing it. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Once we're home, we'll definitely work on it. Sheepy: Bedivere: *he nods* Arsé-kun: Herc: ..... *he seems to be waiting outside the room. Oddly polite, since it's his room to begin with.* ... *he runs out of patience about ten seconds later and grunts. notice me* Sheepy: Tristan: Did you say something, Sir Lancelot? Arsé-kun: Lance: .... no. Sheepy: Tristan: I see. Sheepy: Bedi: Oh, uh, it seems like we've overstayed our welcome. Arsé-kun: Herc: *slightly louder grunt* Sheepy: Tristan: Ahah, it's more difficult to understand you than Sir Lancelot. Sheepy: Tristan: He's incredibly predictable so I'm able to fill in the gaps. Sheepy: Tristan: Are we intruding, or was there something else? Arsé-kun: Herc: .... *he rumbles and squeezes his fat ass in, before picking up Lance's bed and retrieving a weapon from under it. This produces additional questions.* Arsé-kun: *These include: Lancelot, why the weapons? Why under the bed? Why do you have a CHAINSAW? And why is Heracles allowed to hold it for ANY reason* Sheepy: Bedi:...Um. Arsé-kun: Lance: .... Go ahead, thanks for asking...? Arsé-kun: *and herc casually just. leaves with it. this is apparently normal? wtf* Sheepy: Bedi: What would he need that for...? Arsé-kun: Lance: ..... I don't want to know. Sheepy: Bedi:....Ah, um... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Better find out! Sheepy: Bedi: Well, okay. Sheepy: Bedi: If you're feeling up to checking it out, sure. Arsé-kun: Merlin: It's better than staying cooped up like some darn chickens! Sheepy: Bedi: Yes, but please be careful. Sheepy: Bedi: I'll be coming with you, so if you begin to feel tired, I can support you. Arsé-kun: Merlin: And vice versa~ Sheepy: Bedi: Thank you, Merlin. Sheepy: *When they arrive downstairs...* Sheepy: Gil: -Why am I not allowed to use the chainsaw?! Sheepy: Gil: Fools, I'm the King of Heroes! Sheepy: Emiya: I should ask why I'm not allowed to clean it. Sheepy: Bedi: (Why are archers so prone to complaining...?) Sheepy: Sherlock: Ah, it's the star of the show. Hello, Merlin. Sheepy: Sherlock: I assume you've rested up since yesterday. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *Star! I'm the star! Number of times Merlin's day has been Improved somehow- at least 4* I sure have! Did I miss anything?? sheep: Sherlock: Heracles made a door to it. Arsé-kun: Merlin: All right, how about something we couldn't hear from upstairs? sheep: Sherlock: Emiya set up the wires. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Ooooh! sheep: Sherlock: It should be ready for whatever purpose it holds. sheep: Sherlock: ...Soon, I mean. sheep: Bedi: Purpose? sheep: Bedi: You aren't doing anything illegal, are you, Merlin? Arsé-kun: Merlin: As a general rule, no? sheep: Bedi: Good. sheep: Sherlock: He wants to clean it up, too. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Okay? sheep: Sherlock: That's what we're waiting on. sheep: Sherlock: What did you get out of moving it anyway? Arsé-kun: Merlin: What'd I get? Hmm.. Can't tell you that just yet! sheep: Sherlock: ! sheep: Sherlock: So it was a lie after all! sheep: Sherlock: It wasn't just for fun! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Was it? Maybe I just happened to get something from it. *he shrugs and leans forward a bit* One can engage in something for entertainment without realizing just how valuable it would actually be. *he leans back and grins* It was pretty fun though! Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he looks incredibly smug, leaning back on Bedi with his arms crossed* What kind of enigmatic ancient wizard would I be if I just told you things outright? sheep: Sherlock: A boring one. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Ex-act-ly~~ sheep: Bedi: The helpful kind...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he looks up at Bedi* ... sheep: Bedi: ...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Doesn't that beat the point of being a mysterious mystery? sheep: Bedi: Huh? sheep: Bedi: You aren't mysterious... Arsé-kun: *there goes what little street cred Merlin had. It's just.. Gone.* sheep: Bedi: Maybe I've lived with you for so long that the mystery is gone. Arsé-kun: Merlin: That would certainly do it. sheep: Sherlock: Oh dear. sheep: Bedi: But that isn't a bad thing! Arsé-kun: Merlin: It's a great thing! sheep: Bedi: Yes, like you. Arsé-kun: *Number of times Merlin's day has been improved: 5* Arsé-kun: Andersen: Why don't you two come in here and help clean instead of preparing to stick your tongues down each others' throats? Sheepy: Bedi: ...? That sounds... unsanitary. But I apologize, I wasn't aware you were in need of my help. What is it you want me to do? Arsé-kun: Andersen: The important part of the previous sentence was "Help clean". Does that need much explanation, or would you like a step by step? Sheepy: Bedi: ...Yes, but clean what? What part of the house do you want cleaned? Arsé-kun: Andersen: Whatever hasn't been finished yet? I'm not in charge. Sheepy: Bedi: I see - you're the perfect model of a manager, I will speak to the leader of the project. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Have fun. Don't die doing something stupid. Sheepy: Bedi: It's my job to prevent others from being stupid. Arsé-kun: Andersen: You'll be a great help, then. Sheepy: Bedi: I'll do my best. *he goes.* Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he's still leaning back.. give gravity a moment to notice him* Arsé-kun: *and down Merlin goes. rest in shit. More importantly is what Bedi walks into, also known as a Disaster* Sheepy: Bedi: ...O-oh dear... Arsé-kun: *Herc still has that chainsaw, Elizabeth and Hyde are both trying to reach for it, there's a bug* Sheepy: *Gil exists.* Arsé-kun: *Awful!* Arsé-kun: *And Gil still isn't allowed to have the chainsaw* Sheepy: Gil: How come I can't use it? Arsé-kun: Herc: .... Bad. Sheepy: Gil: ... Sheepy: Gil: Fool! Sheepy: Gil: I'm not bad at using it! Arsé-kun: Herc: *he shakes his head* Sheepy: Bedi: Um, how can I help? Arsé-kun: Eliza: You can take the vacuum upstairs! Arsé-kun: Eliza: It's not like we're accomplishing anything down here..! Arsé-kun: *there's a moment where no one does or says anything* Arsé-kun: Eliza: ... See??? Sheepy: Bedi: Okay, I'll do my best. Sheepy: *Bedi goes upstairs.* Arsé-kun: *There, he has Options. He can walk into the room with the door open, he can wander over to the closed door, or he can head further down the hall.* Sheepy: *He goes through the closed door.* Sheepy: *Yes, he opens the door, md, stop* Arsé-kun: *LIKE A GHOST- ok ok* Arsé-kun: Mori: *he glances over, but doesn't stop speaking* -- And I suppose we should tell the others ahead of time what is going to happen. Sheepy: Guin: It'd be inconsiderate to surprise them. Sheepy: *Bedi has the vacuum over his shoulder like a broadsword. He's watching silently. did they want this room to be cleaned?* Arsé-kun: Mori: It would be... Oh, are you here to clean up? Sheepy: Bedi: Yes. Arsé-kun: Mori: Go right ahead, then. Sheepy: *Bedi begins to clean.* Arsé-kun: *Mori quietly waits.* Sheepy: *There's snarling and barking in the distance..* Arsé-kun: *chill, lobo* Sheepy: *Lobo smashes in! He's here to fight the vacuum cleaner! Arsé-kun: Mori: No, Lobo. Sheepy: Bedi:?! Arsé-kun: Mori: He's afraid of the vacuum. Sheepy: Bedi: But... he's big. Arsé-kun: Mori: He sure is. Sheepy: Lobo: *he hesitantly approaches Bedi and barks at the vacuum...* Arsé-kun: Mori: *he puts his head in his hands* Sheepy: Bedi: *he turns it off* Sheepy: Lobo: *he sticks his snout and tail up with pride, before looking over to Satoru for his much deserved compliments. Except... Satoru isn't there. Lobo looks around, confused. Where did he go? Did the vacuum eat him?!* Sheepy: Lobo: *he looks to Mori* Arsé-kun: Mori: ... What are you looking at me for? Sheepy: Lobo: *he slowly turns and slinks away...* Sheepy: Bedi: I apologize for my interruption. Arsé-kun: Mori: Accepted. Sheepy: Bedi: I'll go clean in a less used area so the dog doesn't bother you again. Arsé-kun: Mori: If you'd like. Arsé-kun: Mori: While you do, decide where you would like your room to be. Sheepy: Bedi: Hm? Sheepy: Bedi: I believe you misunderstand. Sheepy: Bedi: I do not intend to overstay my welcome and abuse your hospitality. Sheepy: Bedi: Please see this as a favor, not me trying to manipulate you into giving me something in return. Sheepy: Bedi: I follow my duty. Merlin, Eiji, Sakura... Not to say that Merlin is my top priority, he just comes to mind first. Sheepy: Guin: And Merlin is here, so you may as well choose a room for yourself. Sheepy: Bedi: I do not intend to let Merlin overuse it either. Sheepy: Guin: [Text: to Merlin] Please choose a room for Bedivere and yourself. He's being stubborn and refuses to look for one for himself. Arsé-kun: Merlin: [Text: to Guin] Say no more! I want the room with the chimney through it! Arsé-kun: Merlin: [Text: to Guin] I didn't tell him yet, though! Let him in on it! I'd do it, but I'm getting snapped ahffsf Arsé-kun: Merlin: [Text: to Guin] The wizard is helping to clean! It's me, the clown! What aren't you telling us? Sheepy: Guin: [Text: to Merlin] They plan to move here soon. Arsé-kun: Merlin?: [Text: to Guin] That's awesome! I'll let this one be a surprise! Can't wait to see peoples' faces!! :Dc Sheepy: Guin: [Text: to Merlin?] I apologize for unleashing Merlin on you. ... That's a joke. Arsé-kun: Merlin?: [Text: to Guin] I can tell, have no fear! What kinda clown would I be if I couldn't catch jokes?? Sheepy: Guin: [Text: to Merlin?] I don't know. One with no work? Arsé-kun: Merlin?: [Text: to Guin] Fair point! Arsé-kun: Merlin?: [Text: to Guin] aw screw it I'm coming to find you it's easier than this Sheepy: Guin: [Text: to Merlin?] Okay, watch out for Lobo. Arsé-kun: *Mephisto shows up about ten minutes later wearing a doctor mask and holding a rescued Satoru he found on the floor somewhere* Sheepy: Satoru: I'm dead. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: Yoo-hoo, found you! I've got a delivery of kid! Sheepy: Satoru: So is Cu. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: He'll be fine! Sheepy: Satoru: He's dead. Arsé-kun: Mori: .... What killed him this time? Sheepy: Satoru: Lobo. Sheepy: Satoru: Lobo knocked me over and then smacked into Cu. Arsé-kun: Mori: May he rest in peace for at least an hour. Arsé-kun: Mori: Carrying on. Sheepy: Guin: What else did you want to talk about? Arsé-kun: Mori: .. I suppose we should tell Satoru. Sheepy: Guin: We should... Arsé-kun: Mephisto: *he puts Satoru down* You should! Sheepy: Guin: Me? Sheepy: Satoru: Cu's dead for real? Arsé-kun: Mori: .. No, Satoru. It was a joke. Sheepy: Satoru: Then...? Arsé-kun: Mori: He'll be fine like always. Give his guts skill a bit to kick into gear. Sheepy: Satoru: Then what did you want to tell me? Arsé-kun: Mori: ... Masato is getting kicked out later this week. Your biological mother will finally be returning, having taken care of all the necessary legal business. She will be bringing your biological father along, meaning Bedivere and Merlin will be staying as well. Sheepy: Satoru: Oh. Okay. Arsé-kun: Mori: ... Bringing the house here was due to that knowledge. We need the extra room. Sheepy: *Sherlock bursts in!* Sheepy: Sherlock: I knew there was a reason! Sheepy: Satoru: Ah, it's the creepy man. Arsé-kun: Mori: Get the hell out, Holmes, jesus christ! Sheepy: Sherlock: I deduced it from the very beginning! Arsé-kun: Mori: Are you happy?? Are you happy you've rubbed that in my face?? Sheepy: Sherlock: Yes! Sheepy: Sherlock: I don't have Watson to announce it to so I'll announce it to you! Arsé-kun: Mori: .... ...... *he looks fairly frustrated* Sheepy: Satoru: Ah. Sheepy: Satoru: This is the hopelessness that comes from a sense of abandonment and isolation. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: All right, Hans Junior, moving right along! Sheepy: Satoru: ? Arsé-kun: *the joke is satoru sounded like Andersen for a bit there* Sheepy: Satoru: But I'm not related to him. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: Jokes! Sheepy: Satoru: My ability to detect jokes is very limited. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: I'll announce it for you, then! Sheepy: Satoru: Announcing that something is a joke takes the little humor it has away because if you need to explain your joke it automatically isn't funny. Sheepy: Satoru: Instead, it makes you sound like you're snobby. Sheepy: Satoru: ... Sheepy: Satoru: I don't know what that means. That's what Cu says. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: It's not explaining the joke if you don't realize it's a joke. That's taking it seriously. Sheepy: Satoru: Okay. Sheepy: Satoru: You're the clown so you should know. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: I sure am! Sheepy: Satoru: But anyway, why are they moving here? Sheepy: Satoru: They have a house. Arsé-kun: Mori: Not much of one, I've heard. Sheepy: Satoru: But why here? Arsé-kun: Mori: So they can be together. Sheepy: Satoru: But why here? Arsé-kun: Mori: Elaborate on your problem with this arrangement. Sheepy: Satoru: I've lived just fine without her all this time. Sheepy: Satoru: I don't know this other guy at all. Arsé-kun: Mori: You didn't know Bedivere nor Merlin either. Sheepy: Satoru: There's a difference. Arsé-kun: Mori: Not much. Sheepy: Satoru: Bedivere and Merlin had no control over the situation. There's nothing they could have done. Arsé-kun: Mori: They could if they so wished to. Sheepy: Satoru: Not legally. Arsé-kun: Mori: Fine. Imagine it was Merlin bringing them along, then. He's very clearly excited about this, after all. Sheepy: Satoru: I don't care. Arsé-kun: Mori: Thank you for your input. Sheepy: Satoru: Whether it's by their own choice or by another person's choice, they're still here. Sheepy: Satoru: I don't intend to interact with them. Arsé-kun: Mori: You don't have to if you don't want to. Sheepy: Satoru: They're just as guilty as Masato so I'm treating them as such. Sheepy: Satoru: By avoiding them like I do with Masato. Arsé-kun: Mori: What did your biological father do to deserve such hatred? Sheepy: Satoru: Nothing, he did nothing. Nor did she. Arsé-kun: Mori: Are you quite sure about that..? Sheepy: Satoru: Yes. Arsé-kun: Mori: ... I'm going to have to sit you down to talk about laws. Not now, though. Sheepy: Satoru: But... her abandoning me is why everyone is here now... so maybe it wasn't a bad thing. Arsé-kun: Mori: ....... *he shakes his head* This is like debating with a brick wall. Sheepy: Satoru: Brick walls can't talk. Arsé-kun: Mori: Barring that. Sheepy: Satoru: Brick walls don't have opinions. Sheepy: Satoru: You always win against brick walls because they never argue back. Arsé-kun: Mori: But in the end, nothing was done because it was a waste of time. Sheepy: Satoru: That's what Masato calls me. Arsé-kun: Mori: The point is, Satoru, that Masato is being kicked out. He can't return with your biological father here. Sheepy: Satoru:....... Sheepy: Satoru: No, he still can. Unless my biological father is a brick wall and will block the entrance. Arsé-kun: Mori: ... I wouldn't know about that. Sheepy: Satoru: In which case, we'll run out of food and starve to death. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: Herc's the right size to do that, though! .. That's a joke! Sheepy: Satoru: Herc seems nice. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: He's great! Sheepy: Satoru: He looks like he gives good hugs. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: *he makes this face before quickly grinning* Sure, sure! Sheepy: Satoru: I bet he's like a rhino. I like rhinos. I want to give him a hug. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: Maybe when he isn't holding a chainsaw! Sheepy: Satoru: Okay. Sheepy: Satoru: I like Uncle Lance too. Sheepy: Satoru: Would he be happier if I hugged him? Arsé-kun: Mephisto: You could try! Sheepy: Satoru: I'm going to try. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: I wanna watch! Sheepy: Satoru: Let's go. Arsé-kun: *Mephisto and Satoru exit stage left* Sheepy: *Satoru goes to find Lance with Mephisto's help!* Arsé-kun: *Lance has finally come downstairs. He's sitting on the sofa just kinda watching things.* Sheepy: Satoru: Hi, Uncle Lance. Arsé-kun: Lance: ... *he glances over and nods* Arsé-kun: *he still looks tired. not as bad as before, but point stands. in the bg, Herc coming back with the chainsaw. Only Hyde is still going for it.* Sheepy: Satoru: *he comes over and hugs Lance* Sheepy: Satoru: You always seem really sad. I hope you feel better soon. Arsé-kun: Lance: !! Sheepy: Satoru: Oh, did you not want me to do that? Sorry. Arsé-kun: Lance: Just... Surprised me. Sheepy: Satoru: Oh. Okay. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: *he plops down on Satoru's other side* So now what? Sheepy: Satoru: I don't know. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: Well! We've got the telly and the remote! Sheepy: Satoru: I want to watch The Sword in The Stone but Auntie Guin won't let me. Arsé-kun: Lance: There must be a reason, then... Arsé-kun: Mephisto: Who cares?? Arsé-kun: Mephisto: Not me, ehehe! Lets see if we have it! *he springs forward and starts checking cabinets* Sheepy: Satoru: It's Disney. Sheepy: Satoru: Disney butchers every story. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Tell me about it! Arsé-kun: Andersen: Don't actually! Arsé-kun: Andersen: I know! And it ticks me off. Sheepy: Satoru: They really like your stories. So much that they pay no attention to the details and butcher everything so it fits the current viewpoint of popular media. They manipulate the story however they see fit. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Have they occasionally done something good? Sure. They're not going to put a mermaid dying and turning into sea foam into a children's movie. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: But you can't Let It Go? Arsé-kun: Andersen: Don't ever speak to me again Sheepy: Satoru: Hmm. Sheepy: Satoru: But they feel the need to make everything cheery and happy in the end. Sheepy: Satoru: But life isn't always like that. Sheepy: Satoru: "Happily ever afters" are just an ideal outcome of life fantasized by those who have no grasp on reality. ... I don't really understand, that's what Cu says. Arsé-kun: Andersen: It certainly isn't.... And that sounds about right. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: Are? Are you guys okay? This is why movies have happy ends! So people are happy! And not.. Whatever the heck you guys are doing now! Arsé-kun: Andersen: Being realistic. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: Where's the fun in that?? Sheepy: Satoru: You don't need a happy ending for it to be a fun movie. Sheepy: Satoru: It's the journey there. The destination doesn't matter. Sheepy: Satoru: If it's a sad ending, that's okay. Maybe they'll do better next time. Arsé-kun: Lance: .... .... *this is extremely depressing.* Sheepy: Satoru: By the way, be careful with the vacuum. Sheepy: Satoru: If someone offers you the job of vacuuming, say no. Arsé-kun: Andersen: How is that relevant..? Sheepy: Satoru: Because you'll die if you vacuum. Sheepy: Satoru: We're speaking about sad endings. Arsé-kun: Andersen: N... Noted. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: I found it! We've got it! Sheepy: Satoru: Okay. Arsé-kun: *Mephisto puts it on and pops back into his seat* Sheepy: *Satoru joins him.* Arsé-kun: *the movie starts. commercials were skipped* Arsé-kun: *Merlin comes nearly flying in, slamming into Lance and the sofa with a bowl of popcorn. Big bowl* Arsé-kun: Merlin: Nobody told me we were watching this!! Sheepy: Satoru: Okay. We're watching this. Sheepy: Satoru: You have now been informed. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I sure have! Popcorn? Sheepy: Bedi: -Get back here!-- Ugh! Let go! Sheepy: *...Lobo dashes in, broken vacuum in mouth! Rider follows with Bedi by the shirt collar.* Sheepy: Lobo: *he dumps the broken vacuum in front of the group! look! he killed the monster! praise him!* Arsé-kun: Andersen: I now understand why you were so adamant about vacuums. Sheepy: Satoru: Lobo killed the vacuum. Hooray. Arsé-kun: Andersen: why though Sheepy: Satoru: Because he hates vacuum cleaners. Sheepy: Satoru: He's keeping us safe in his own mind. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: what a good dog! Sheepy: *Lobo plops down by everyone's feet. This is his spot now.* Arsé-kun: Merlin: Bedi! Come sit with us! Sheepy: *Rider drops Bedi next to Merlin and then sits down next to Lobo.* Arsé-kun: Merlin: *day improvement count: i think we're up to seven or some shit* Arsé-kun: *Post-posting note: By now, Merlin has pUT HIS SHIRT BACK ON. I ACTUALLY FORGOT HE TOOK IT OFF FOR A BIT THERE* Arsé-kun: *anyway, movie. good shit.* Arsé-kun: *I'm not sure what to focus on in this scene. Merlin's Very Entertained and is more or less wrapped around Bedi. Andersen got a beer at some point. Lance took a nap* Sheepy: *Bedi doesn't appear to mind. He enjoys the company. Rider is more focused on Lobo and Satoru may be enjoying the movie? It's hard to tell.* Arsé-kun: *he's still watching it, so probably* Sheepy: *Lobo doesn't seem to be paying attention to the movie. He's a dog.* Arsé-kun: *good dog* Sheepy: *Bedi, surprisingly, isn't offended by their interpretation of Sir Kay. At least the appearance is accurate?* Arsé-kun: *it's not that far off* Sheepy: *the movie is an overall success!* Arsé-kun: *hooray!* Sheepy: Bedi: I haven't actually sat down and watched a movie in a while. Sheepy: Bedi: It's a nice break. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Isn't it? Sheepy: Bedi: Yes. Sheepy: Satoru: *he's staring at Merlin...* Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Yes? How may I help you? Sheepy: Satoru: You'd look weird if you had a beard. Sheepy: Satoru: You look better without one. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I agree. What would I need a beard for with all this hair? Sheepy: Satoru: To look old. Arsé-kun: Merlin: No thank you! Sheepy: Bedi: I think they tend to give wizards beards because it makes them look wise. Sheepy: Bedi: So, to look wise? Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... There's fact in that, so yeah. Thanks, Odin. Sheepy: Bedi: You look smart without one. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he pulls his hair around his face* look at me, I'm santa Sheepy: Satoru: He looks like that one fish. Sheepy: Satoru: The pink one. Sheepy: Satoru: The pink things in his hair look like the frills on the fish. Arsé-kun: Andersen: A blobfish? Sheepy: Satoru: No, you look like a blobfish. Arsé-kun: Andersen: ... Ouch. Sheepy: Satoru: ? Arsé-kun: Andersen: I've never been told that one before. Sheepy: Satoru: It's always frowning like you. Sheepy: Satoru: That's why you look like one. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Ah. Sheepy: Satoru: I like blobfish though. Sheepy: Satoru: They look silly. Sheepy: Satoru: Like the fish that the Wizrad looks like. Sheepy: Satoru: They smile all the time like him too. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: I can't think of any fish like that.. Sheepy: Satoru: It has toes. Sheepy: Satoru: It's like a really long and happy frog. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: Oh! An ax.. uh. Yeah! That! Sheepy: Satoru: Yes. Sheepy: Bedi:...? Arsé-kun: Andersen: *he brings up an image of an axolotl on his tablet* This? Sheepy: Satoru: Uhuh. Sheepy: Satoru: It's the Wizrad. Arsé-kun: Andersen: I see the resemblance. Sheepy: Satoru: He's actually a fish. Sheepy: Satoru: Uncle Lance looks like a blobfish too. Sheepy: Satoru: And Uncle Bedi looks like a bunny. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: I can see it! Sheepy: Satoru: It's the braids. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he picks them up and holds them up* Sheepy: Bedi:? Sheepy: Satoru: See? Sheepy: Satoru: He's a rabbit. Sheepy: Bedi: Um... Sheepy: Bedi: I don't. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he lets go of Bedi's hair* Your braids were like bunny ears. Sheepy: Bedi: Oh. Sheepy: Bedi: Is that a bad thing? Sheepy: Bedi: Should I take them out? Arsé-kun: Merlin: It's cute, leave them! Sheepy: Bedi: If you think so, I'll keep them. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Hooray! Sheepy: Bedi: I just found it convenient. Sheepy: Bedi: Actually, I was wondering if it was getting old. Sheepy: Satoru: Are you older than you actually look like the Wizrad? Sheepy: Bedi:.....Aren't we all? Sheepy: Satoru: So you're actually one hundred years old. Sheepy: Bedi: No. Sheepy: Rider: *he claps his hands to get Satoru's attention* "Knock it off, Satoru. It's rude to harass people about their ages." Sheepy: Satoru: You sound like Auntie Guin, but while she has an actual concern about social rules, you just want to go on a power trip. Sheepy: Rider: "And I'll bring her here myself if you continue down this route." Sheepy: Satoru: Oh. Okay. Sorry, Uncle Bedi. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: *he doesn't say anything, taking out Ticking-kun and just listening. He COULD pop in and announce that he's the youngest Servant in the room, but he actually has no idea* Arsé-kun: Lance: ... .... *he's got no idea what's going on, but he's hoping no one notices he's awake* Sheepy: *There's harp music...* Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Please tell me that is your leg touching my head, Tristan. Arsé-kun: *lance's plan has ruined itself.* Sheepy: Tristan: I don't know. Sheepy: Tristan: My eyes are closed. Sheepy: Bedi: Tristan, that's not how you sit on a couch. Sheepy: Tristan: I've been sleeping here for the past half of an hour and you've made no comment. Arsé-kun: Lance: I just... woke up.. Sheepy: Tristan: Am I really that uncharismatic? Do I not draw the eye? Sheepy: Tristan: Not you. Arsé-kun: Andersen: No one looked at you 'cause there was a damn movie on, you attention whore. Sheepy: Tristan: What is a movie? Arsé-kun: Merlin: A moving picture with sound! It's a whole story! Sheepy: Tristan: I'm blind. Arsé-kun: Merlin: it has sound! Sheepy: Tristan: I heard mention of Sir Kay and went to sleep. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Nice. Sheepy: Bedi: He's not boring. Sheepy: Tristan: He's certainly not that. Other, shorter words come to mind when I think of him. Sheepy: Tristan: Let's see........ Sheepy: Tristan: Whiny, uncouth brute sounds about right. Although, "uncouth" is longer than "boring". Arsé-kun: Andersen: I believe the word you want is "Bitch". Sheepy: Tristan: Yes, that. Sheepy: Bedi: He's not whiny. It's just that his social skills are... lacking. Arsé-kun: Lance: In tact. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... *he folds his hands and puts them by his face. this is his thinking face.* Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... I may have an idea that might work. .. For finding out if Sir Kay is around, I mean. Arsé-kun: Merlin: It may or may not involve hacking into Chaldea's database to find Servant data and phone numbers. Sheepy: Bedi: .... Sheepy: Bedi: .....Um, Merlin? Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Yeah? Sheepy: Bedi: By hacking, do you mean typing in Dr. Roman's phone number and asking him? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Sure, lets go with that. I like that idea better. Sheepy: Bedi: Is this just you trying to sound cool or is this you planning to do something stupid and highly illegal? Arsé-kun: Merlin: I was being stupid. Sheepy: Bedi: Ah, you excel at that. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Ouch. Sheepy: Bedi: Are you hurt? Where are you hurt? Arsé-kun: Merlin: In the feelings. You said I excelled at being stupid. Sheepy: Bedi: It means you're skilled at something, doesn't it? Sheepy: Bedi: So isn't it a compliment...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: That's saying I'm good at being stupid! Arsé-kun: Merlin: And only that! Sheepy: Bedi: Huh? You're good at other things. Sheepy: Bedi: Like, um........ Sheepy: Bedi: ............ Sheepy: Bedi: ........................................ Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... Don't make me prove myself to you! Sheepy: Bedi: ............................................................ Sheepy: Bedi: You're good at........ Sheepy: Bedi: ...........Magic? Arsé-kun: Merlin: I sure hope so! Sheepy: Bedi: What else? Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... This! *and he moves in to kiss Bedi* Sheepy: Bedi: ?! Sheepy: Satoru: He's a vampire. Arsé-kun: Lance: .... .... *he is 100% unsure what to make of this sudden development* Sheepy: Satoru: He drinks blood through your lips. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Awful. Disgusting! Is this allowed?? Sheepy: Satoru: We need to get the holy water and the religious symbols before it's too late. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he moves back* I'm no vampire! Anyway, that won't work- Baptism works wonders for immunity to crosses! Sheepy: Bedi: *he seems flustered...* Sheepy: Bedi: ...Y-yes, you're skilled at that, too. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Thank you! Sheepy: Bedi: Ah, wh-what else... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, I could go on- Arsé-kun: Andersen: There are children here, you uncivilized whore! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'm not uncivilized! I'm potty trained and I can use basic household equipment! Sheepy: Bedi: Um, you're skilled at making me feel better when I'm down. You take away any loneliness I feel when you arrive, but those feelings come back when you leave. ... Sheepy: Bedi: Ah! You're good at growing flowers everywhere. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he looks at the floor. Sure enough, there are flowers by his feet* Yep! Sheepy: Satoru: He's a plant. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Not that, either! Sheepy: Bedi: What else.. Sheepy: Bedi: .... Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... Sheepy: Bedi: ....... Sheepy: Bedi: I can't think of anything else. Sorry, Merlin. Arsé-kun: Merlin: It was enough! Sheepy: Bedi: That's good. Arsé-kun: Andersen: *he gets up to get another drink, and stumbles over Lobo. He ends up facefirst into fluff* oh Arsé-kun: Andersen: .... Help, I think I'm stuck. Sheepy: Lobo: *he lifts his head and looks at Andersen* Sheepy: Lobo: *He nudges Andersen with his snout* Sheepy: Rider: "No more alcohol for you if you can't even get it yourself." Arsé-kun: Andersen: thanks a lot Arsé-kun: Andersen: Get me off this dog. Sheepy: *Rider picks up Andersen and drops him back on the couch* Arsé-kun: Andersen: Thank you. Sheepy: Satoru: Grandpa told me you're moving in along with Uncle Bedi and the other two. Sheepy: Bedi: ......Moving?.........I'm sorry, I haven't a clue what you're talking about. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he starts innocently whistling* Sheepy: Satoru: Don't lie. Sheepy: Bedi:....? Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... I didn't actually tell him that part yet. Sheepy: Bedi: Merlin, what is he talking about? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Did you think we were told to pick a room for fun? Sheepy: Bedi: I thought you were trying to get a room for yourself here because it's overall larger. Sheepy: Bedi: So, I claimed ownership to no room since I assumed that there were no plans of actually moving here. Sheepy: Bedi: I'll join you in whatever room you choose, if you don't mind. Sheepy: Tristan: So this is love... I was misguided all of this time. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I don't mind at all! I actually picked the room with the chimney in it! Sheepy: Bedi: Ah? No, Sir Tristan. Merlin can be a slob at times and a clear room is a clear mind. Love has nothing to do with it. And... Sheepy: Bedi: I see. I'll do my best to keep it clean. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'm not that messy, you big gay rabbit! I leave a piece of paper out and you deepclean the room! Sheepy: Bedi: You could slip on it if it falls to the floor. Sheepy: Tristan: Big gay rabbit.... Sheepy: Tristan: I knew being happy was an insult. Arsé-kun: Merlin: That wasn't an insult, Tristan!! Sheepy: Tristan: Is it an affectionate nickname? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Maybe! Sheepy: Tristan: Like honeybuns? Sweetpea? Annoying failure of a vampire? Sheepy: Tristan: Although, Haku always had a sarcastic tone to it... Arsé-kun: Lance: I'm pretty sure that's an insult. .... Never heard that one from her before. Sheepy: Tristan: Ah, she did sound snappy when she said it, so maybe she was angry. Sheepy: Bedi: I'd never call Merlin annoying or a failure. Those are both rude things to say... Sheepy: Bedi: That's not an endearing nickname. Sheepy: Tristan: You called him stupid earlier and he made an advance based on everyone's reactions. I assumed insults are actually endearing. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I wanted to prove I'm good at other things! Sheepy: Tristan: I see. Your natural skill as a wizard is advancing on others, often to be subsequently turned down. Sheepy: Tristan: So, it wasn't love after all. Arsé-kun: Merlin: That has nothing to do with being a wizard! Sheepy: Tristan: Really? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Yes! And I wasn't turned down when I did it, either! Sheepy: Bedi: W-well... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Did you not want me to? Sheepy: Bedi: I was too in shock to say anything. You haven't done that in front of the other knights before. I did want you to, but... more warning would be nice next time. Sheepy: Tristan: Merlin isn't being turned down... even though Sir Bedivere has turned down every man and woman who has approached him in the past. It must be a love spell. Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot, we must save our friend. Sheepy: Tristan: We must save him from the bad decisions that his manipulated mind is making. Arsé-kun: Merlin: It's noooooot! You'd know if it was! Sheepy: Tristan: How? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Do I have to teach you how to detect effects of a love potion? .... I probably should. Sheepy: Tristan: Isn't our friend implying there'll be another time enough to assume that he has fallen under your spell? Arsé-kun: Mephisto: I stopped listening for a bit, what's going on? Sheepy: Tristan: Our friend has put under a love spell by Merlin. Sheepy: Bedi: Uh... no. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Love potions rarely every work as intended. If I used one on Bedi, he'd probably fall for anything BUT me! Arsé-kun: Merlin: And if it DID work, we wouldn't even be here, because he'd be begging for... *he glances to Satoru and back* You know! Arsé-kun: Lance: .... He knows what sex is, Merlin. Arsé-kun: Merlin: That makes things considerably easier! Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... Not gonna do it unless I'm asked, but I haven't brewed one for a long while. Sheepy: Bedi: Thank you. Sheepy: Bedi: Yes, I am in my right mind. Sheepy: Satoru: Uncle Lance told me what it is. Sheepy: Tristan: Merlin. There is one fatal contradiction in that. Sheepy: Tristan: Even without a love potion, it's likely that Sir Bedivere would fall for anyone but you, considering how ridiculously high his standards are. Sheepy: Tristan: I once had the misfortune to ask him what his taste is. Sheepy: Tristan: "Tall, strong, quick on their feet, eager enough to learn, physical measurement have to be just so, reflexes have to be on spot..." Sheepy: Bedi:....Hm? Sheepy: Bedi: Weren't you asking about what traits I feel are necessary for the incoming knights? Sheepy: Tristan:.......... Sheepy: Tristan:...Anyway, that wasn't even half of the list. sheep: Bedi: ...Sir Tristan. sheep: Tristan: "Kind, compassionate, loyal, selfless, just, focused, high endurance, blind to status, motivated..." sheep: Bedi: ... Sir Tristan. sheep: Tristan: "Understanding, an ability to work woth others, an experience with the outside world, flexible, strong-willed..." sheep: Bedi: ...I lowered my standards a lot for you, you know. sheep: Tristan: ... Anyway, my point is that if his standards are that high for incoming knights, they must be even higher for lovers. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he's since pulled out a scroll and listed everything Tristan said* Why don't we take a mnute and see just how many of those I actually fit, Sir Tristan? Sheepy: Tristan: Sure. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Am I tall enough for your tastes, Trissy? Sheepy: Tristan: I'm blind. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'm going to kick your ass. Sheepy: Tristan: Anyway, my taste in height has nothing to do with Sir Bedivere's. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Then maybe, just maybe! In his opinion I hit enough points to be acceptable! Sheepy: Tristan: All of the knights Sir Bedivere chose are over 6'. Sheepy: Tristan: How tall are you, Merlin? I can't quite remember. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Well, I'm a wizard, not a knight. Nearly 6 feet. Nearly there. Sheepy: Bedi: I'm not really sure how my standards apply to this topic. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he hands the list- and the quill he wrote it with- to Bedi* He's saying your standards are so high that I wouldn't be able to apply. Prove 'em wrong! Sheepy: Bedi: Hm? Sheepy: Bedi: ... If you applied to be a knight, you'd fail very, very quickly. Sheepy: Bedi: But those standards don't apply to things outside of choosing knights. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Wait, what?! Seriously? Sheepy: Bedi: Your endurance is very low. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Is that it? Sheepy: Bedi: While you and I work very well together, you're so vague at times that it gets people hurt. Sheepy: Bedi: Which is a point off of "Teamwork". Sheepy: Bedi: But, again, you don't intend to apply for knighthood, so you shouldn't worry about it. Sheepy: Bedi: I haven't thought about my standards in term of people. Arsé-kun: Andersen: *he's writing down notes of his own, meanwhile. maybe he learned something about love* Sheepy: Tristan: Hmm. So then.... was I wrong? Sheepy: Tristan: ... Or, perhaps. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Apparently so! Sheepy: Tristan: This is Stockholm syndrome. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Can a guy like another guy without your input? Sheepy: Tristan: Ah, no, it's just... Sheepy: Tristan: It is not you, Merlin. It's Sir Bedivere. I witnessed him turn down an innumerable amount of men and women after his heart, so...... Sheepy: Tristan: I find it very hard to believe. Arsé-kun: Andersen: That's a damn shame. Shit happens whether you want to believe it or not. Sheepy: Tristan: Yes, but...... Arsé-kun: Andersen: Butts are for sitting. Sheepy: Rider: "Butts are for stabbing." Arsé-kun: Mephisto: Amen to that! Sheepy: Bedi: ................Um....... Arsé-kun: Merlin: ? Sheepy: Bedi: What's he doing with his hands? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Sign language! .. Ooh, should I teach you later? Sheepy: Bedi: Yes, I should be able to understand him. Sheepy: Lobo: *boof* Sheepy: Rider: "Lobo says that you're being heavily hypocritical that you aren't considering making the same effort to understand him." Arsé-kun: Merlin: But learning a different language is way harder when you're not a kid! ASL or whatever is just an alternate means of speaking! Sheepy: Satoru: I don't understand Lobo either but that's okay. Sheepy: Satoru: Kintaro and Rider do so I just ask them. Arsé-kun: *these guys aren't doing much anymore. lets move on.* Arsé-kun: Vlad: *he appears from the basement, looking slick and clean as always. Except for having just woken up, so his hair is doing whatever it goddamn wants* Arsé-kun: *also, the mirror that doesn't have silver in it is in the bathroom, so he has to MAKE IT THERE to use it. There are no mirrors in the basement. Why would you put a mirror in the basement?* Sheepy: Carmilla: I thought you died down there or something. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Glad to see your faith in me, woman. Sheepy: Carmilla: I'll always believe in you or whatever. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Sure. Sheepy: Carmilla: We have guests over. Go fix your hair before they get the wrong impression about you. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Again? Sheepy: Carmilla: Uhuh. Gramps slapped a house in between our house and the neighbor's. Arsé-kun: Vlad: ... ... Excuse me? Sheepy: Carmilla: It's like an eternal sleepover if you think about it. Just... with a house in between us. Arsé-kun: Vlad: .... James, what the fuck. Sheepy: Carmilla: Don't ask me why he did it. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Well, excuse me for a minute. *he leaves, and returns a bit later* Sheepy: Carmilla: Welcome back. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Thank you. I seem to have gone temporarily senile and had forgotten that I had been informed of this development. .. Doesn't make me more pleased, though. Sheepy: Carmilla: That Masato is leaving? Arsé-kun: Vlad: ... That pleases me much more. Sheepy: Carmilla: What else pleased you? Arsé-kun: Vlad: Free food. .. I jest. Sheepy: Carmilla: Free food... I think they'd be hands-off, unfortunately. Arsé-kun: Vlad: M-hm.. It makes sense. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Speaking of which- Shall we head out, or have you already done so? Sheepy: Carmilla: I was waiting on you. Arsé-kun: Vlad: That's a pleasant surprise. Sheepy: *So, the two go out to hunt.* Arsé-kun: Vlad: ... Look over that way. *he points from his perch on a roof* Sheepy: Carmilla: It's campers! Arsé-kun: Vlad: The fairest of game. We keep the bears away, we get to eat. Sheepy: Carmilla: Good idea, let's go! Arsé-kun: Vlad: *he nods and starts roofhopping. fast* Arsé-kun: *carmillas wearing heels and a dress but. she Probably does it too. fucks given: 0* Sheepy: *yep. she does. 2 pro* Arsé-kun: *pro parkour* Sheepy: Carmilla: We should go investigate further. Sheepy: Carmilla: Like, make sure they aren't armed or something. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Yeah. We shouldn't make that mistake again. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Either of us. We've both done it on separate occasions. Sheepy: Carmilla: Yeah. Arsé-kun: *the going is get* Arsé-kun: *they arrive in the Woods. Out in the woodsen.* Sheepy: *There's a man huddling the campfire...* Arsé-kun: Vlad: .... *he moves a bit closer* Sheepy: *Robin reaches for his bow and grabs an arrow, turning and pointing it at Vlad* Arsé-kun: Vlad: ... Good evening, Robin. Sheepy: Robin: ...Oh, it's just you. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Certainly is. *he moves closer* How have you been? Arsé-kun: *in the bg, carmilla found the other campers. she's gonna feed from ur wife, steal your food, and fight a goddamn bear. fucks given: 0* Arsé-kun: *This is unimportant. Vlad seats himself next to Robin, unfazed by the fire* Sheepy: Robin: *cough* ...Fine. Sheepy: Robin: Just... cold. Sheepy: *Robin is wearing two blankets...* Sheepy: Robin:...What, did Boss send you out here? Arsé-kun: Vlad: No. But I'm here, so. *he puts an arm around Robin's shoulders* Sheepy: *Robin is actually... very warm.* Arsé-kun: Vlad: ... *well, no shit. he's next to a fire with like 2 blankets.* Arsé-kun: Vlad: ... How are you cold..? Sheepy: Robin: Don't ask me. Arsé-kun: Vlad: ... Here. *he takes off his coat and puts it around Robin's shoulders* Sheepy: Robin: Thanks. Arsé-kun: Vlad: No problem. Sheepy: Robin: ... Why are you here? Arsé-kun: Vlad: Why would I be out after sundown, Robin? Sheepy: Robin: To feed. Sheepy: Robin: So, was I your intended target? Arsé-kun: Vlad: Absolutely not. What would that accomplish? Sheepy: Robin: You'd get a meal. Arsé-kun: Vlad: I would, but it would leave you defenseless. Sheepy: Robin: ... *he doesn't seem to believe that Vlad would actually think about that.* Arsé-kun: Vlad: ... What's the look for? *he raises his eyebrows* Do you think I'm so cruel as to let you die? Sheepy: Robin: Considering who you are, yes. Arsé-kun: Vlad: I'm hurt. Now I might actually consider it. Arsé-kun: Vlad: ... Still not doing it. Sheepy: Robin: I see this. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Do you? Sheepy: Robin: Yes. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Are you sure? Sheepy: Robin: Ah, maybe I'm hallucinating. Arsé-kun: Vlad: I certainly hope not. Arsé-kun: Vlad: ... How many fingers am I holding up? *he holds up two* Sheepy: Robin: Two. Arsé-kun: Vlad: You're seeing just fine. Sheepy: Robin: I sure am. Arsé-kun: Vlad: ... If you're this cold, being out here can't be good for you. Sheepy: Robin: I feel at home here. Arsé-kun: Vlad: That's great, but are you trying to die? Sheepy: Robin: No, of course not. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Then lets not stay here. You may get worse. Sheepy: Robin: ...Fine. Sheepy: Robin: Just let me *cough, cough*... Get my things together. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Certainly. Sheepy: Robin: *he goes to get his stuff.* Arsé-kun: Vlad: *he watches. Very carefully.* Sheepy: *Robin lies down and goes to sleep next to his things.* Arsé-kun: Vlad: ... .... ..... Sheepy: *Thanks, Robin.* Arsé-kun: Vlad: ..... *this actually makes things EASIER for him. pick up the stuff. pick up Robin. we're good.* Sheepy: *There's a big cat. Hi, Carmilla.* Arsé-kun: Vlad: What took so long, pussycat? Sheepy: Carmilla: I fought a bear. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Excellent. Do tell me that tale when we get home. Sheepy: Carmilla: I also got the blood I needed. Did you? Arsé-kun: Vlad: Nope. Sheepy: Carmilla: Then go already. Arsé-kun: Vlad: I'd love to, but see? With your eyes, yes, that I'm currently holding Robin, who is sick. Sheepy: Carmilla: Oh. Ew. Sheepy: Carmilla: This fire'll just die on its own, right? Arsé-kun: Vlad: As a general rule? No. Sheepy: Carmilla: How do we put it out? Arsé-kun: Vlad: Water. What did you think? Sheepy: Carmilla: I'll do it. Sheepy: *Carmilla turns back, gets water, and puts out the fire.* Sheepy: Carmilla: Ready to go? Arsé-kun: Vlad: Yes. Sheepy: *they return home.* Sheepy: *Lobo is carrying a kitchen knife in his mouth. He was originally chasing Cu with it to return it, but turns his attention to Vlad upon his entrance.* Arsé-kun: Vlad: Please put that in the kitchen sink, Lobo. Sheepy: Lobo: *he leaves and returns without the kitchen knife. He sniffs at Robin and then growls.* Arsé-kun: Vlad: Don't be like that. He's ill. Sheepy: Lobo: *he seems confused...* Arsé-kun: Vlad: ... ... Recall when you ate an entire bag of grapes and felt bad? Almost the same thing. Sheepy: Lobo: *whine* Arsé-kun: Vlad: No, no, he didn't make that same mistake. We all learned a lesson that day. Sheepy: Lobo: .... Sheepy: Lobo: *he plops down on the ground.* Sheepy: Lobo: *he is watching Vlad and Robin very closely ..* Arsé-kun: Vlad: *he thinks for a minute, then heads into the Newer Hallway. we're gonna make a room the sickbay. Too late.* Sheepy: *Lobo stands and trots behind Vlad.* Arsé-kun: Vlad: *he finds a room that was Not Called (no sign on the door) and puts Robin down in there. hooray, shoddy air mattress, but it's bETTER THAN NOTHING* Sheepy: Carmilla: Good job. Sheepy: Lobo: *he doesn't seem happy about Robin...* Arsé-kun: Vlad: ... I honestly didn't plan any further than this. Sheepy: Carmilla: Wow. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Can you blame me? I'm hungry.. Sheepy: Carmilla: Then bite someone. Arsé-kun: Vlad: I'd love to. Do you think clowns taste funny? Sheepy: Carmilla: They probably taste like body odor and paint. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Never mind that then! Arsé-kun: Vlad: ... I'm going to go harass the neighbors. I'm desperate. Arsé-kun: Vlad: *and he goes to slink down the hall.* Arsé-kun: *He eventually comes across Guin, Mori, and Sherlock. Mori has put his head in his arms, on the table, he is dying. Shut UP sherlock* Sheepy: Sherlock: You're working for Chaldea now, Moriarty? Sheepy: Sherlock:...Really, I thought you'd be smarter than that. Sheepy: Sherlock: I don't trust that Dr. Roman fellow. Arsé-kun: Mori: ... You fool. Don't tell me you aren't aware of what happened to him. Arsé-kun: Mori: By technicality, you also are, since your master works with them as well. Sheepy: Sherlock: Of course I do. Sheepy: Sherlock: How do we know that's him? Arsé-kun: Mori: ... Finally, a fair point. Now shut up. Sheepy: Sherlock: Why? Arsé-kun: Mori: I've gained a headache and you are not helping. Sheepy: Sherlock: Unfortunate. Arsé-kun: Vlad: *he's trying to wait for them to finish this conversation, but he's getting antsy* Sheepy: Sherlock: Anyway, my views and my master's views don't need to match. Arsé-kun: Mori: Stop saying words. Sheepy: Sherlock: No. Arsé-kun: Mori: *he puts his head back down.* Arsé-kun: Vlad: *he looks at Guin. he's Visibly losing patience. one of his fangs is starting to show* Arsé-kun: *and there's another one. patience left: 5%* Sheepy: Guin: *she looks over at Vlad* ? Arsé-kun: Vlad: *he points to himself, then Sherlock* Sheepy: Guin: *she nods* Arsé-kun: Vlad: *and he slips behind Sherlock* Sheepy: Sherlock: *He doesn't seem to notice.* Arsé-kun: Vlad: *and he goes for it!* Sheepy: Sherlock: !? Arsé-kun: Mori: *he glances up* .. Good night, Holmes. Sheepy: *Sherlock passes out...* Arsé-kun: Mori: ... We've been saved. Sheepy: Guin: Thank you, Vlad. Arsé-kun: Vlad: M-hm... Arsé-kun: Vlad: ... I wasn't doing to be helpful, but I'll take what thanks I get. Sheepy: Guin: Thank you anyway. Arsé-kun: Vlad: ... Quite welcome. ... I found Robin Hood while I was out, by the by. Sheepy: Guin: Did you? Sheepy: Guin: How was he? Sheepy: Guin: ..It sounds rude, but I actually kind of forgot about him... Arsé-kun: Vlad: He was not well. ... In fact, he is actually ill, so I brought him back with me. Sheepy: Guin: I see. Arsé-kun: Vlad: He's downstairs. I'll watch him tonight, but after that it's anyone else's job. Sheepy: Guin: Okay, thank you for informing me. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Quite welcome. Now pardon me as I drop off this motormouth. Sheepy: Guin: Okay. Arsé-kun: *Vlad goes and does Just That, dropping Sherlock off on the sofa before going back to Robin* Sheepy: *Robin is sleeping still.* Arsé-kun: *Good, he needs it.* Sheepy: *...The next day!* Arsé-kun: *Vlad kept his word and stayed put. He's trying So Hard to stay awake.* Sheepy: Cu: ... Oi, what's up with you? Arsé-kun: Vlad: ... It's morning, dog. What do you think...? Sheepy: Cu: Go to sleep. Sheepy: Cu: It's past your bed time. Arsé-kun: Vlad: I'd love to, but who will watch Robin? Sheepy: Cu: ... I'll do it. Arsé-kun: Vlad: ... Thank you. Arsé-kun: *in the distance, a door being slammed open. oh boy* Arsé-kun: Sakura: Masato Gushiken, get your ass down here, pronto! Sheepy: *Masato hesitantly comes downstairs, visibly surprised and confused* Arsé-kun: Sakura: We've got a lot of talking to do. Sheepy: Masato: ...? Sheepy: Masato: ...Okay. Sheepy: Masato: What is it you wanted to talk about? Arsé-kun: Sakura: Quite a few things. Do you know how long it takes to get legal papers sometimes? Unacceptable. *she drops onto the sofa and pats the papers in her lap* Come over here. Sheepy: Masato: *He sits down next to her, visibly confused still.* Sheepy: Masato: I noticed that you were never here and I just assumed that you wanted to be with Eiji. Did I do something? Arsé-kun: Sakura: Yes, yes and no. Sheepy: Masato: Then...? Arsé-kun: Sakura: According to... Blah, blah, something.. *she's looking through the papers* Ah, here it is! *she pulls one out. this one looks Important* Arsé-kun: Sakura: Tell me how accurate this sounds. It's about you. *she clears her throat* Missing time, feelings of sadness and hopelessness, mood swings, insomnia, headaches, tendencies to zone out, and suicidal tendencies. Is that all of them? Sheepy: Masato: ... *he slowly pulls up his sleeve* Arsé-kun: Sakura: ...! How long have you been...? Sheepy: Masato: If I could end it all now, I would. Arsé-kun: Sakura: Don't do that. Sheepy: Masato: I've been doing it longer than I'd like to admit, to answer your question. Arsé-kun: Sakura: Would you believe me if I told you that you needed severe help? Especially with those missing timeframes? Arsé-kun: Sakura: *she flips the page and hands it to him. On it is a very detailed explanation of D.I.D. and it's symptoms. Masato's symptoms are circled.. What's DID? Disassociative Identity Disorder. aka? Multiple personalities.* Sheepy: Masato: ...I'd believe you. Arsé-kun: Sakura: ... ... Your other calls himself Masanori. He's abusive and if he wasn't connected to you... I'd probably punch him out. *this wasn't what she was going to say* And I mean abusive. Not just towards me, either. Sheepy: Masato: *his eyes widen* What? Arsé-kun: Sakura: I've been trying to figure out what to do... I was afraid that if I told you, he'd act up... Arsé-kun: Sakura: I didn't want him acting against Satoru or me... Or anyone else here. They're family as much as we are. Sheepy: Masato: ...I'm sorry, I didn't know... Sheepy: Masato: I could leave. Sheepy: Masato: If it'd help. Arsé-kun: Sakura: ... I didn't want it to come to this, but.. ... It's not you. It's him. Sheepy: Masato: I understand. Arsé-kun: Sakura: I went ahead and set up help for you. You don't need to deal with this. You shouldn't have to. Arsé-kun: Sakura: Quite welcome, Sato. Sheepy: Masato: Feel free to take the house. I won't be needing it for a while, probably. Arsé-kun: Sakura: Way ahead of you. *she pats the papers again* Sheepy: Masato: I can rely on you to be two steps ahead always. Sheepy: Masato: Where should I be going from here...? Arsé-kun: Sakura: *she gives him the directions. papers!!* Sheepy: Masato: Thank you. Arsé-kun: Sakura: Of course. Sheepy: Masato: Sorry for everything... Arsé-kun: Sakura: Accepted. Sheepy: Masato: Goodbye for now. I'll only return when I'm sure Masanori is gone. If he happens to come here... you have full permission to punch me. Arsé-kun: Sakura: If he comes here, you might still feel the pain later. Sheepy: Masato: That's fine. Sheepy: Masato: I already feel overwhelming, constant pain. A little more wouldn't do anything. Arsé-kun: Sakura: Then goodbye for now. Do me a favor and stay alive. Sheepy: Masato: I'll do my best. ... I'm sorry to Satoru, too. He won't speak to me at all, so... Please pass my apology to him. Arsé-kun: Sakura: I certainly will. Sheepy: Masato: Thank you... goodbye. Sheepy: *Masato leaves...* Arsé-kun: Mori: ... We're free- Arsé-kun: Sakura: Don't be like that. Arsé-kun: Mori: ... My apology. It was rude. Sheepy: *Lobo sniffs Sakura. Hello!* Arsé-kun: Sakura: Hello, Lobo! Sheepy: Eiji: *he finally joins Sakura, seeming hesitant about Lobo.* Sheepy: *Satoru is silently watching from the stairs...* Sheepy: Lobo: *he seems to be sizing Eiji up...* Sheepy: Eiji: *he puts his hand out to pet Lobo* Sheepy: Lobo: *growl* Sheepy: Eiji: *he quickly pulls his hand away* Sheepy: Eiji: S-sorry... Sheepy: Eiji: I d-didn't know you didn't... uh, didn't like th-that. Sheepy: Lobo: *he tilts his head* Arsé-kun: Merlin: Bedi, Master's here! *he appears from the hall and bows to Eiji* Sheepy: *Bedi follows, also bowing to Eiji* Sheepy: Eiji: Oh, hi. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he hugs Eiji* sheep: Eiji: *he returns it* sheep: Eiji: So... you decided to - um, you know - sleep here? I didn't know wh-where you were, ssso I was worried. Arsé-kun: Merlin: My deepest apologies, Master. sheep: Eiji: You d-don't need to call me that. sheep: Eiji: And... eh... well, it's fine. sheep: Eiji: Um... sheep: Eiji: ... sheep: Eiji: ........ Arsé-kun: Mori: ... .... sheep: Eiji: About Satoru, is he okay? Arsé-kun: Mori: Certainly. Satoru? Could you perhaps join me for a bit? sheep: Satoru: ...*he doesn't move...* Arsé-kun: Mori: No? That is fine. sheep: Satoru: Okay. *he sits down* sheep: Eiji: .... Did, did I do something? Arsé-kun: Mori: You did not, don't worry. He's rather shy. sheep: Eiji: Oh, good. Arsé-kun: Mori: *he approaches Eiji and offers his hand* Moriarty. Pleasure to meet you, sir. sheep: Eiji: *he shakes Mori's hand* P..Pleasure to meet you too. sheep: Eiji: Oh...er, I'm, you know, Eiji. sheep: Eiji: Um... you probably know th-th-them, but this is Merlin, and this is, eh, Be...Be... ... Arsé-kun: Merlin: As I like to say, that's close enough! sheep: Bedi: Don't worry, we've introduced ourselves. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Sure have! sheep: Eiji: ...Good. sheep: Rider: *During the conversation he picked up Satoru. He drops him in front of Sakura and Eiji...* sheep: Eiji: ...! Arsé-kun: Mori: .. That works as well. Thank you, Rider. sheep: Rider: "You're welcome." Arsé-kun: *in the background, Vlad appears for a moment before descending into the basement. He hasn't gone to bed yet.* sheep: *Satoru watches Vlad leave...* sheep: Eiji: ...Um, Sato- sheep: Lobo: *he steps between the two. bark* Arsé-kun: Mori: Down, Lobo. sheep: Lobo: *he plops down on the tloor* sheep: Lobo: *boof* Arsé-kun: Mori: Thank you, Lobo. sheep: Lobo: *he huffs and watches Eiji closely* Arsé-kun: *it's tense, but not too tense. more awkward* sheep: Satoru: Why are you here? Arsé-kun: Sakura: I invited him along. He hasn't seen you in years.. sheep: Satoru: I've never seen him. Arsé-kun: Sakura: You were still a baby back then. sheep: Satoru: .... sheep: Satoru: Then why was I stuck with Masato? Arsé-kun: Sakura: Because I was forced into marrying him before you were born. I tried not to, I truly did. sheep: Satoru: ... sheep: Satoru: Then why did you abandon me with him? Arsé-kun: Sakura: I only intended to be gone for a few days at most while the legal paperwork was done. I'd have taken you with me, but... I don't think everyone else would have appreciated it. sheep: Satoru: It would've been better than being with him. Arsé-kun: Sakura: I'm sorry, Satoru. sheep: Satoru: ..... sheep: Satoru: I hate him. I don't want him to come back. Arsé-kun: Sakura: He won't be living here again. sheep: Satoru: I don't believe you. sheep: Satoru: He'll return. He always returns. Like a cockroach. Arsé-kun: Sakura: ... How do I explain this... *she shuffles the papers around* He is legally not allowed to enter without our express permission. Arsé-kun: Mori: That is known as a restraining order, and I for one am in full support of this maneuver. sheep: Satoru: Laws mean nothing if they aren't acted upon. Arsé-kun: Mozart: Not to interrupt, but. *he drops a police hat onto Lobo's head* We have the best cop in town right here. sheep: Satoru: Child abuse is a crime and he committed that. What's stopping him from breaking this? sheep: Lobo: *he looks up at Mozart, puzzled* Arsé-kun: Sakura: That was Masanori, not Masato. Masato understands the law. If all goes well, we won't have to hear from Masanori again. sheep: Satoru: ...Okay. sheep: Satoru: It's still Masato. Arsé-kun: Mozart: We don't need to worry with the best guard dog, do we? sheep: Satoru: Uhuh, but he didn't block them from entering. sheep: Lobo: *whine* Arsé-kun: Mozart: ... Maybe we can train the other dog, too. sheep: Satoru: Dog? Arsé-kun: Mozart: The hound of Ulster, of course. The dog that's po- sheep: Cu: I'M NO DOG! Arsé-kun: Mozart: See? He even comes when called. sheep: Cu: Shut uuuup! Arsé-kun: Mozart: No need for the fortissimo. It was a joke. sheep: Cu: Speaking of a joke, your clothes! I'll shove them down your throat so they can be where they belong: In the trash! Arsé-kun: Mozart: That implies I am the trash. Hm... ... This is accurate. sheep: Satoru: Your clothes aren't a joke. They look warm. Arsé-kun: Mozart: They are. sheep: Satoru: But Cu isn't a good guard dog either because they got in. Arsé-kun: Vlad: .... He was busy. *he's back! for? some reason?* sheep: Satoru: Dad, you should sleep. You seem tired. Arsé-kun: Vlad: .... I'd love to, but that isn't happening this century. sheep: Satoru: Why not? Arsé-kun: Vlad: ... Someone found the squeaky mouse... *he trails off and looks over Eiji. nods. he is Acceptable* sheep: Satoru: That's too bad. sheep: Satoru: I'll go talk to her. Arsé-kun: Mori: ... You're just trying to escape the room, aren't you? sheep: Satoru: Uhuh. Arsé-kun: Mori: Thank you for being honest. Go ahead. Sheepy: *Satoru leaves...* Sheepy: Eiji:...I, uh, well, haven't done anything to upset him, have I? Arsé-kun: Mori: Again, no. Don't worry about it. Sheepy: Eiji: Th-th-that's good. He doesn't seem to like me... so... Arsé-kun: Mori: He doesn't like a lot of people. Give him time. Sheepy: Eiji: ...Okay, so it isn't just me. Sheepy: Lobo: *Boof* Arsé-kun: Vlad: Me too, Lobo. Sheepy: Rider: "He says that like himself, Satoru hates all humans until they show that they don't deserve his hate." Sheepy: Bedi: His hands move so fast and yet I don't know what he's trying to communicate... Sheepy: Eiji:...Me neither. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I do. *he repeats it. in english* Sheepy: Eiji:...But... he likes Merlin and Be.... ... Sheepy: Eiji:......... Sheepy: Eiji:................. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Do I count? Sheepy: Eiji: I think so...? Sheepy: Eiji: You look human, ssso.... Arsé-kun: Merlin: True, true. Sheepy: Eiji: Sssilver-armed man. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... You can shorten it, you know! Sheepy: Eiji: Betty... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Good enough! Sheepy: Bedi: I've been told that I'm an excellent baby sitter. Maybe that's why he likes me? Sheepy: Bedi:...As for Merlin, he is incredibly charismatic. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... I just remembered I left the thingy in the mabobber and I had to check that, like, a billion years ago. Sheepy: Bedi:....Huh? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Hold on, pause, let me just- *he hurries off to check on a thing. CHARISMATIC.* Sheepy: Bedi:...I'm afraid. Arsé-kun: Mozart: Hi, afraid, I'm Mozart Sheepy: Bedi: Nice to meet you, Mozart. Arsé-kun: Andersen: *he enters from the same way Merlin left* ... Due to being able to explain the best, I've been asked to come over and explain that he may be a while. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Someone on our side thought it would be funny to dump what the wizard made into the punch. Which, coincidentally, will be what happens to whoever did it. I call dibs on the second hit. Arsé-kun: Andersen: ... *he notices the people he doesn't know and slowly rubs his hands together. Andersen. Andersen no. Don't you fucking dare.* Sheepy: Eiji: Oh... y-you kind of look like Satoru... Are you his friend? Arsé-kun has started dreaming. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Neighbor. Name's Andersen. Sheepy: Eiji: Nice to meet you, ... ... eh... Arsé-kun: Andersen: ... Hans is also permitted. Sheepy: Eiji:...Hans. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Hm. *he continues looking over Eiji* ..... I don't even know where to start with you. Sheepy: Eiji: Oh... um, I'm Eiji. I'm Satoru's bi-bi... ... biolo- ...dad. Sheepy: Eiji: Start...? Arsé-kun: Andersen: Ah. Explains a lot, but not what what I was referring to. Let me warm up. Sheepy: Eiji: *he's willing to listen! he's good at that!* Arsé-kun: Andersen: You. I haven't seen you yet, either. *he's looking at Sakura* You don't feel very accepted, do you? Arsé-kun: Sakura: ..!! Sheepy: Eiji:....? Arsé-kun: Andersen: .. That's what I thought. It's not any of the Servants that are the issue, either.. Arsé-kun: Andersen: ... I feel like Satoru got his need for attention and strong bonds from you. From his father here... Tendencies to speak as little as possible. Sheepy: Eiji:.....??? Arsé-kun: Andersen: ... You could be saying far more than you are, but you aren't. Is it because of your stutter? Or something else..? Sheepy: Eiji: I... uh... Arsé-kun: Andersen: ... You don't need to answer that. I tend to fill silences with what I observe. Sheepy: Eiji:...Okay. Arsé-kun: Andersen: .... I'll shut up now. Sheepy: Eiji: You dont have to. Arsé-kun: Andersen: .... We're being eavesdropped on. Just wanted to let you know. Sheepy: Eiji: Huh...? Sheepy: Kintaro: A very very golden apology! Arsé-kun: Andersen: There he is. ... He does mean it. Sheepy: Eiji: Who's that? Sheepy: Satoru: Kintaro, no. You ruined my hiding spot. Sheepy: Kintaro: Eh? Chief? What's there to hide from? Arsé-kun: Mori: Kintaro. He and Cu are referred to as the big brothers. Arsé-kun: Mori: Is Carmilla with you two? Sheepy: Kintaro: She has a squeaky toy in her mouth! Arsé-kun: Vlad: Bane of my existance. Sheepy: Kintaro: I'm Sakata Kintoki! Kintaro! Golden! You can call me Golden! Sheepy: Eiji: Sakata. Sheepy: Kintaro: Fine, fine! Sheepy: Kintaro: This is Chief! He's small but smart! One day, he'll be big and strong like a moose! *he lifts up Satoru.* Arsé-kun: Mozart: *he starts humming the Lion King theme. mozart no* Sheepy: Kintaro: Or a lion! Arsé-kun: Vlad: Speaking of.. Carmilla, get up here. Sheepy: *Carmilla does what Vlad asks for once...* Sheepy: *...Lo and behold, she does have a squeaky toy in her mouth.* Arsé-kun: Vlad: ... Why are you the way that you are? Sheepy: Carmilla: *she takes it out* Because the author said so. Arsé-kun: Vlad: At no point were it writ that you had to act this way. Sheepy: Carmilla: At no point did any history books or Dracula comment you're a whiny old geezer and yet here we are. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Bram Goddamn Stoker is not a valid reference!! Sheepy: Carmilla: See, it's a popular misconception that it is. Sheepy: Carmilla: Hence why you're a vampire. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Thanks, Captain Obvious. Sheepy: Carmilla: My point is that it affects you more than you think. Arsé-kun: Vlad: Suggest anything about that hateful tome once more and I'll tear that mouse out, along with your jaw. Sheepy: Carmilla: Hey, hey! Satoru, he's threatening me! Sheepy: Satoru: Okay. Sheepy: Carmilla: Sheesh, I knew you liked Vlad more! Arsé-kun: Vlad: ... *he stifles a yawn and heads in her direction* ... Move it, cat. *he pushes past her and descends into the basement. bye* Sheepy: Satoru: Good night, Dad. Arsé-kun: Mori: Hm... Who are we missing? I know Guinevere is with her husband. Sheepy: Satoru: We're missing me. Arsé-kun: Mori: No, you're present. Good try. Sheepy: Satoru: Not for long. Arsé-kun: Mori: .. Ah, right. Robin. Sheepy: Satoru: *he walks into the basement. Bye, Satoru* Sheepy: Bedi: We're missing Merlin. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Merlin is always here! ... That sounds creepy! *he peeks in* Sorry, someone made a mess and I have to clean it up! Sheepy: Bedi: I can help if you want. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Please! Tris is being... Well, himself. Sheepy: Bedi: Ah, Sir Tristan is the mess. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Harsh! But no, he's just not helping. Arsé-kun: Andersen: ... Is this at all related to Robin being ill? Emiya's been on him all day. Arsé-kun: Merlin: No, followed by a curt yes. Sheepy: Bedi: Huh? Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... I'll explain when we get there. Sheepy: Bedi: Okay. Master Eiji, I'm sure you can handle everything yourself, correct? Sheepy: Eiji: Okay. Arsé-kun: *Merlin and Bedi exit scene right, not pursued by bears.* Arsé-kun: Andersen: ... Never before have I seen such a stunning father-son resemblance. Sheepy: Eiji:...? Arsé-kun: Andersen: At least half of his answers are that, too. Just "Okay." Sheepy: Eiji: Th-th-there's no need for... well... you know, anything else. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Fair point. Arsé-kun: Proto: *he enters, nearly slamming into Andersen on the way* Big brooo! Emiya's being weirder than usual! Sheepy: Cu: How?! Arsé-kun: Proto: You know how he moms, that's great but! He's been with Robin all day! He's been nice to everyone and it's scaring me! Arsé-kun: Andersen: ... I need to see this, excuse me. Sheepy: Cu:...Excuse me? Sheepy: Cu: He hates Robin. Arsé-kun: Proto: ... Yes? Sheepy: Cu: He mentioned this to me on that trip. Sheepy: Cu: You're joking, right? Arsé-kun: Proto: ... Why would I be joking?? I just watched him get insulted by Gil and he didn't do anything! Gil! Even the wizard joined in to try and annoy him and nothing happened! Sheepy: Cu: I have to see this Arsé-kun: *Proto leads Cu out. Things are Happening* Sheepy: Gil: At least have the respect to react when I insult you, Archer! Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he's lurking nearby, his attention on Emiya* Sheepy: *Emiya is completely ignoring Gil, instead focusing on Robin...* Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Gilgamesh, my lord? May I take but just a moment of your time? Sheepy: Gil: What is it? Arsé-kun: Merlin: I may have an explanation to his abnormal behavior. Sheepy: Gil: Tell me. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'd made a practice brew and stored it away with a label, but this morning it was half empty. After careful testing, I found someone had poured it into the punch. It's been safely discarded to prevent a repeat, but... Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... At least the original effects didn't kick in. Sheepy: Gil: Original effects? Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... It had originally been intended as a minor love potion, sir, but it's effects have been diluted by the other chemicals. Sheepy: Gil: I see. Sheepy: Bedi:...Merlin, why did you make a love potion? Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Normally I'd brew an antidote, but it'd be far more difficult now.. Huh? Oh, for practice. Sheepy: Bedi: I was concerned it was so you could use it. Sheepy: Gil: So, then. He'll be like this for a while? Fine. Fine! I'll accept it, wizard! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'm glad you can accept it, sir. I'll see myself out. *he bows to Gil and backs out* Sheepy: Bedi: *he follows Merlin...* Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... And I was just gonna drink it, Bedi. Sheepy: Bedi: Ah, okay... Sheepy: Bedi:...Why? Arsé-kun: Merlin: It tastes nice and it doesn't affect me at all. Sheepy: Bedi: I apologize if I seem too personal and informal with my questions. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Bedi, we've lived together over a hundred years. There's no such thing as too personal anymore! Sheepy: Bedi: I see. Sheepy: Bedi: I'll keep that in mind. Sheepy: Bedi: Then, I apologize for my stiff nature. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Don't. I find it cute. Sheepy: Bedi: Huh...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: It reminds me of a little tin soldier. ^^ Sheepy: Bedi: I am not sure what you're referring to. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'll show you later! Sheepy: Bedi: Thank you. Arsé-kun: Merlin: C'mon, lets go try to solve this mystery before the detective beats us to it. Sheepy: Bedi: Yes, good idea. Sheepy: *When they arrive, Sherlock is with Mephisto.* Sheepy: Sherlock: Next time, you should think about other people before you prank someone, Mephisto. Sheepy: Bedi: Ah. I failed the mission you gave me before I even started... Sheepy: Bedi:...By the strange detective-knight. Sheepy: Sherlock: Ha, hahahahaha! You haven't changed a bit, Sir Bedivere! Arsé-kun: Mephisto: *he folds his arms* I DID think about other people! That's why Boss didn't get any! Arsé-kun: Mephisto: Where's the downside to what I did? Is there one? *he turns upside-down in midair* I don't see one! Sheepy: Sherlock: Imagine, Mephisto, if Gilgamesh had some of it. Imagine if it wasn't diluted. Sheepy: Sherlock: Imagine if the first person he saw was you. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: That's hilarous, are you kidding?! Sheepy: Sherlock: I don't know. Sheepy: Sherlock: He seems like the type to force himself on people. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: Ehehe... *he takes a moment to realize what that means* ... Well, that's not funny. Sheepy: Sherlock: Yes, exactly. Sheepy: Sherlock: So, do you still think taking the risk was a good idea? Arsé-kun: Mephisto: *he thinks about this, grabbing onto his hat* Not as much as before. Sheepy: Sherlock: Next time, take Gilgamesh out of the picture before spiking drinks with love potions. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: JUST him? Sheepy: Sherlock: Ah, well, I wouldn't know too well about most of the servants here. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: So I've got permission from the great detective to mess with everyone else? Sheepy: Sherlock: While many of us have interacted in "some way", it was mostly me pulling the strings from behind the scenes. Setting things up so they worked out well in the end. Making things conveniently happen. Sheepy: Sherlock: So, if you feel anyone is a risk, take them out of the picture as well. Remind them that they have something to do. Give them errands to run. That sort of thing. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: ... *he grins* Sheepy: Sherlock: That's a tip from one prankster to another. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: Lesson learned! *he turns himself right-side up and bows to Sherlock* Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... I'm going to interject real quickly and say that you're very lucky the potion in question wears off on its own. Sheepy: Sherlock: Ah, that's good. Sheepy: Sherlock: Although, would it be terrible if he stayed this way? Probably not. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: Boss might get annoyed. sheep: Sherlock: ...I see. sheep: Sherlock: If she didn't want an annoyance, why did she bring me in with the knowledge that I am Sherlock Holmes? Arsé-kun: Mephisto: That's like asking why she brought in Hyde! sheep: Sherlock: Aha, ahahaha! Did she assume that the romanticized version of my stories were accurate? sheep: Sherlock: No, no! I am the top level of nuisances! sheep: Sherlock: Well, wasn't he summoned by her? sheep: Sherlock: Do summoners truly have a choice? sheep: Sherlock: ...No, no! I definitely don't think so. That is why we servants are always "not good enough"! sheep: Sherlock: If they had a choice, Masters would get the specific servant they want and not deal with "garbage". Arsé-kun: Minako: Shut it, old man! At least half of my team was picked up just like you! I didn't choose anyone, but I like all of you! sheep: Bedi: Eiji summoned me in an attempt to get a female Servant. He Arsé-kun: Merlin: Sure fucking didn't! sheep: Bedi: What I was going to say was, he assumed I was a woman until a few months later. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I can't believe I had to tell him.. sheep: Sherlock: I see. My apologies. I was unaware of this. sheep: Bedi: Due to my body type and hair style, it's not an uncommon mistake. sheep: Bedi: However, it usually resolves itself . sheep: Bedi: Merlin, since the mystery has been solved, what are your other plans? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Didn't get that far! Sheepy: Bedi: That's fine. Arsé-kun: *in the bg, Mink has jumped on Mephisto, noogied him, and then gave Sherlock some much needed attention* Sheepy: Sherlock: I see. Despite my overall uselessness in battle and being almost exclusively support, you still accept me. Sheepy: Sherlock: ...Hmhm.... Is this kindness, pity, or stupidity? I can't quite decide. Arsé-kun: Minako: That's what Andersen said! Also, probably all of them! Sheepy: Sherlock: Aha, Andersen, I've interacted with him in the past. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Andersen is right here. Sheepy: Sherlock: Hello, Andersen! Arsé-kun: Andersen: Hello. You could just admit you want attention and company instead of being a prick. Sheepy: Sherlock: Well, being rude wasn't my intent. Sheepy: Sherlock: It's just what I'm good at. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Noted. Sheepy: Sherlock: So, don't take it personally. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Good to know. *he resumes minding his own darn business* Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... So I think Mephisto here should be the one who explains things to Emiya. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: Why? So I can tell him the bare minimum and escape before anything happens? Arsé-kun: Minako: ... And you're coming with me now. Come on, lets see if he's still alive. Sheepy: Bedi: Is there anything we can do to help as well? Arsé-kun: Minako: Make sure he doesn't escape. Sheepy: Bedi: Mephisto or Emiya? Sheepy: Bedi: If you mean Mephisto... Arsé-kun: Minako: Yes. Sheepy: *Bedi takes Mephisto's hand with his metal arm of POWER* Arsé-kun: Mephisto: Ow, ow, ow! What are you, some kind of metal vice? Sheepy: Bedi: Huh? Arsé-kun: Mephisto: That hurts! Sheepy: Bedi: I apologize. Sheepy: *Bedi lightens his grip some...* Sheepy: Bedi: I am still not completely used to it. Sheepy: Bedi: I am more used to having no arm at all, and since I tend to prefer relying on my left hand, I am not fully experienced with you Arsé-kun: Mephisto: Aw, well. Sheepy: Bedi: So, inflicting pain is not my intent. Arsé-kun: Minako: All right, lets go. Sheepy: *They go!* Arsé-kun: Minako: Emmmiya! Are you busy? Sheepy: Emiya: No. Do you need something? Arsé-kun: Minako: Just needed to tell you something! Sheepy: Emiya: What? Arsé-kun: Mephisto: *he's grabbed onto his hat again. his weakness- Apologies! time to grin and fake it till you make it* I spiked the punch earlier! Sorry but not fully! Sheepy: Emiya: Did you? Arsé-kun: Mephisto: Sure did! Sheepy: Emiya: That's fine. Arsé-kun: Mephisto: He accepts it! Can I be let go of now? Sheepy: Bedi: Are we sure he is of the right mind? Arsé-kun: Minako: Lets find out! Hey, Shirou! *she strolls over aND SMACKS HIS ASS. MINAKO* Sheepy: Emiya: What is it? Arsé-kun: Minako: *she holds her hands out for a hug* Sheepy: *He...actually gives it to her.* Arsé-kun: Minako: *hooray!!!* Sheepy: Bedi: Is this normal? Arsé-kun: Mephisto: No. He won't even do that for anyone! Sheepy: Bedi: Ah, well, he may get upset later. Arsé-kun: Minako: Thank you, Emiya! :D Sheepy: Emiya: No problem. Sheepy: Emiya: Is there anything else you wanted? Arsé-kun: Minako: That was all. Thank you! Sheepy: Emiya: You're welcome. Sheepy: Gil: So, so, so! These are the parents of that "Cursed Child"! Surely, they are just as evil as that stare of his! Sheepy: Gil: With this in mind, interaction with Minako is completely prohibited! Do not even consider eye contact, filthy mutts! Arsé-kun: Minako: I heard my name! Sheepy: Gil: Yes, this is her! Don't touch her you corrupt mongrels! Sheepy: Eiji: ........Um, okay. Arsé-kun: Minako: Gil, don't worry so much! It sounds like you caaaare! Sheepy: Gil: Fool! Sheepy: Gil: Have you not seen the Cursed Child?! Sheepy: Gil: His thousand yard stare! Its emotionless gaze piercing into your very soul! Sheepy: Gil: It's...like he's judging your every action, silently criticising you... waiting for you to mess up so he can rub it in! Arsé-kun: Minako: ... Gllllad to know you care. May I beg the pardons of the king for one greeting? Sheepy: Gil: Fine! Arsé-kun: Minako: Thank you! *she turns to Eiji and Sakura* Hello, I'm Minako! Pleasure to meet you both! Sheepy: Eiji: I'm Eiji... I'm, you know, Satoru's ... ... bi-bio-biolog... ... Um, dad... Sheepy: Eiji Nice t-t-to meet you. Sheepy: Eiji: Merlin and uh... Sheepy: Eiji: Sssilver-armed man. Arsé-kun: Sakura: Bedivere. You'll get it one day. Sheepy: Eiji: They're my servants, and, uh, they're somewhere. Sheepy: Eiji: Y-yes. I'll keep trying... Sheepy: Gil: Introduce yourself, Mother of The Cursed Child! Arsé-kun: Sakura: Don't talk about my son that way! *she shoots him a glare, then looks towards Minako* My name is Sakura. I'm just glad my son likes you. Sheepy: Gil: I'll speak of him as I please! Sheepy: Gil: What reason do you have to defend him anyway? I don't see him interacting with either of you! Arsé-kun: Sakura: *she stares at Gil* ... ... Have you no tact? Sheepy: Eiji: Um... b-but... he's here. Betty is carrying him.. Sheepy: Gil: Fool, I speak only the facts! ... Sheepy: Gil:........ Arsé-kun: Minako: ... You thought computers ran on magic. Sheepy: Gil: I learned. Arsé-kun: Minako: Kings make mistakes like everyone else! Sheepy: Gil: Anyway, isn't it a bad sign when he prefers the most useless knight of the round to you? Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he's arrived, and he smacks Gil with his staff* Said knight did more honorable things than you ever have, you stubborn god-king. Sheepy: Gil: You've gone senile, you silly old warlock. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I beared witness to his acts of exceptional heroism. Do crumble and fall, and we'll see if you compare. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Please. Push yourself to such limits that you turn to stone and still do not quit. I'd pay to watch you succeed- Why pay when I know the outcome? Arsé-kun: Merlin: You're stubborn and powerful, yes, but even the most ancient of heroes and kings don't reach this level of just. Not. Quitting. You only would if the treasure you desired most was placed just outside of your grasp. Sheepy: Gil: And yet, this means he was incapable of succeeding for a long period of time. Sheepy: Gil: Just outside of his grasp? Please. I can obtain any treasure I put my mind to. sheep: Gil: Anyway, what do the tales ever tell of him? It's all Arthur, Lancelot, and Gawain. sheep: Gil: What the tales lie about is that Arturia is actually a woman, and Lancelot is anything but skilled with women. He is a brute. sheep: Gil: Even so, this man's name appears only a few times. sheep: Bedi: ...Ah, Lancelot knew women well back then. sheep: Bedi: Although, I believe that many of my companions saw women for their outside, not their inside. sheep: Gil: How come you aren't defending yourself, mongrel? sheep: Bedi: My accomplishments are on the basis of character. They are not on the basis of strength. As evident by you being the King of Heroes, the latter is much more important for heroes, since you definitely do not excel in terms of personality. sheep: Gil: ... How dare you! Sheepy: Bedi: I apologize for drawing out the argument. Arsé-kun: *From the side hall, Andersen enters on Herc's shoulder. Which means Herc is here. Salty.* Sheepy: Bedi: Hello. Sheepy: Satoru: It's the big, buff man. Arsé-kun: Herc: ... *he grunts and just puts his hand on Gil's face. shut the fuck up* Sheepy: *Gil doesn't appreciate this.* Arsé-kun: Andersen: Do shut up, your majesty, it is not very king-like to scream at peasants. Sheepy: Bedi: I will make sure not to enrage him in the future. Sheepy: Bedi: If a fight happens to break out in the future, I will ensure that it is finished as quickly as it begins. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Thank you, Sir Knight. I'm glad you understand. Arsé-kun: Herc: *he moves his hand and shoves Gil Out. Not so hard that Gil dies, but* Sheepy: Gil: I am starting to think that these peasants don't appreciate my presence and would rather I disappear! Really! Arsé-kun: Medusa: You being invisible would be a goddamn nightmare. Sheepy: Gil: See, you understand! Sheepy: Gil: My golden body is what men and women dream of in a partner! Arsé-kun: Medusa: Oh? Today its both? Sheepy: Gil: Sure, sure! Sheepy: Gil: I must represent all of my worshipers! Arsé-kun: Medusa: I can't tell if you're desperate or bored senseless. Sheepy: Gil: Desperate? Sheepy: Gil: How? Arsé-kun: Medusa: You need to stick your golden dick in something, whether its an ass or a cooch. *she closes her book* Sheepy: Emiya: Aren't those a type of sea shell? Arsé-kun: Medusa: You still call a cooch lady walls, don't even talk to me. Sheepy: Emiya: The lady walls are like a pocket to store your wallet in, right? That's why women's pants have no pockets. Sheepy: Gil:.......... Arsé-kun: Medusa: Suddenly Gil is about ten times more attractive. Sheepy: Emiya: I don't see it. Arsé-kun: Medusa: No, you idiot, they don't have pockets because people like to stare at womens' asses. Sheepy: Emiya: Why? Arsé-kun: Medusa: Human stupidity. Sheepy: Emiya: What is interesting about that? Arsé-kun: Medusa: ... Fuck if I know. Are you done being ultra mom? Sheepy: Emiya: Yes. Arsé-kun: Medusa: That was moderately creepy. Don't do it again. Sheepy: Gil: I don't get it. Sheepy: Gil: How come everyone likes garbage like Archer but nobody likes me? Arsé-kun: Medusa: Do you want the list alphabetized or prioritized? Sheepy: Gil: Prioritized. Arsé-kun: Medusa: Stop screaming. Also, that little kid is trying to be friends with you, I heard. Arsé-kun: Medusa: Also, older Lancer still hates Archer. Sheepy: Gil: He doesn't look it! Sheepy: Gil: And, of course! Arsé-kun: Medusa: You'd give a literal pile of shit a bigger chance. Sheepy: Gil: What do you mean? Arsé-kun: Medusa: You either love or hate something immediately. ... Blah, blah, Hans rant, you're a bitch. Give things a chance. Sheepy: Gil: So you're saying I should give him a chance? Arsé-kun: Medusa: What else have I said? Other than telling Emiya he doesn't know what a vagoo is. Sheepy: Gil:...Ah! If he unleashes his Evil Eye of Demise, you can turn him to stone while we use Archer as a shield! Arsé-kun: Medusa: Sounds good. Sheepy: Gil: Fine, fine! I will show you a kingly chance! Arsé-kun: Medusa: Oh, yeah? Sheepy: Gil: Yes! I will return soon! Sheepy: *Gil leaves and returns with Jekyll and Satoru.* Sheepy: Gil: So, Medusa! I've returned with them! I do not need to speak with the child, correct? Arsé-kun: Medusa: ... I hoped you were joking. Arsé-kun: Jekyll: *he yawns and rubs his eyes. what the happ is fuckening* Arsé-kun: Medusa: Yes, Gil, you're going to have to talk. What a sin, what a tragedy, you're going to speak more. Sheepy: Gil:...Fine. Sheepy: Gil:...Hello, Cursed Child. Sheepy: Satoru:? Sheepy: Gil: Jekyll! You are here to prevent him ftom using his Evil Stare! Sheepy: Gil: Now, pup! Speak! Sheepy: Satoru: Woof. Sheepy: Gil: No! Not like a dog. Tell me what is on your mind! Sheepy: Satoru: My name is Satoru, not Cursed Child. I like books and big animals. I especially like rhinoceroses. Sheepy: Gil: Big...animals? ...Ah, like Heracles! Sheepy: Satoru: I like him. He seems nice. I want to give him a hug. Sheepy: Gil: He'll crush you if he reciprocates it. Sheepy: Satoru: He doesn't have to. Lobo doesn't. Sheepy: Gil: Anyway! If we were back at my palace, I would show you my pet lion! Sheepy: Satoru: Jekyll, let's go see lions. Arsé-kun: Jekyll: ... *he accepts his fate of being dragged into weird shit* If you want to.. sheep: Gil: But I have no lions. sheep: Satoru: We're going to the zoo. You can come along. Arsé-kun: Jekyll: ... That's much better than what I was expecting. sheep: Gil: I see! Good thinking, pup! I'll show you my charm with big cats! sheep: Satoru: You should come too, blindfold lady. Arsé-kun: Medusa: ... I'm only interested in seeing snakes, but I suppose. sheep: Satoru: Okay. sheep: Satoru: Kintaro has a motorcycle and Lobo is big. sheep: Gil: I have a motorcycle too, pup! sheep: Satoru: Then I'll go with Kintaro. Arsé-kun: Medusa: Then I suppose Jekyll and I will come with you, Gil? sheep: Gil: Yes! Arsé-kun: Medusa: Fine. Miss two traffic lights and I'll take over. sheep: Gil: What?! Arsé-kun: Medusa: The law, you idiot, follow the driving laws. sheep: Satoru: Kintaro says that following the traffic laws is cool. sheep: Satoru: Or... in his words... sheep: Kintaro: --Golden! Arsé-kun: Medusa: There you are. sheep: Kintaro: Where's it to, Chief?! We'll ride in tandem! sheep: Satoru: We're going to the zoo. You can come too. sheep: Kintaro: Great! You can show me those pterosaur thingies! Arsé-kun: Medusa: ... Moving on. Do we have enough helmets? sheep: Kintaro: I have an extra. Chief gets the special one. Arsé-kun: Medusa: You have two, I have two, Gil has his own.. Yes, we are fine. sheep: Gil: "Special"? If I were to use a helmet, I'd want that one. Arsé-kun: Medusa: Gil I swear sheep: Kintaro: No, no, you can't use that one. It's Chief-sized. sheep: Kintaro: I need to make sure Chief is well protected before we go. sheep: *The two leave momentarily and then return wearing different clothes. Kintaro is wearing his normal Rider outfit and Satoru is wearing a similar outfit.* Arsé-kun: Medusa: ... How cute. sheep: Kintaro: No, no! He's golden cool! Arsé-kun: Medusa: If only Gil cared enough to wear a helmet. sheep: Gil: Why do I need one? Arsé-kun: Medusa: So you don't die like a peasant when you hit something. sheep: Gil: ...Hm. Arsé-kun: Medusa: That would be an embarrassing way for a king to die. sheep: Gil: .... sheep: Gil: Fine, fine. I'll wear it. You speak a good argument! Arsé-kun: Medusa: Thank you. Sheepy: *Gil goes to put it on* Arsé-kun: *as does everyone else* Arsé-kun: *except Jekyll, since he doesn't own one. Instead, he's gonna go update the Parents* Sheepy: Eiji: Oh... uh, g-good luck. Sheepy: Eiji: I mean, well... Sheepy: Eiji: Have.. fun? Sheepy: Eiji: ... Sheepy: Eiji: I've never been to the zoo. Is th-that a good thing, or...? Arsé-kun: Jekyll: I don't know. I don't think it's bad nor good. *he shrugs a bit* Sheepy: Eiji: No, no... I mean, the zoo. Sheepy: Eiji: I-is it a good thing? Arsé-kun: Mozart: He's getting out of the house! I for one think it is most astounding. Sheepy: Eiji: Huh...? Sheepy: Eiji: I-Isn't that normal for someone his age? Arsé-kun: Mozart: He rarely leaves his room, much less the house. Sheepy: Eiji: .... Arsé-kun: Mozart: ... A result of Masanori's abuse, no doubt. I would like to know why he's so eagerly going out, though. Sheepy: Eiji: You could uh, you know, try asking him. Arsé-kun: Mozart: That'd be a start if I knew where he was. Sheepy: Eiji: You could ask th-the guy who mentioned it. Arsé-kun: Jekyll: I must give him credit, Gilgamesh does have good ideas at times.. Satoru's in the other room. ... Arsé-kun: Jekyll: ... That wasn't very detailed at all. Sheepy: Eiji: Other room? Arsé-kun: Jekyll: Uh, down the hall, here, to the right.. sheep: Eiji: Okay. sheep: Eiji: Now you can, uh, ask him. Arsé-kun: Mozart: I sure can. Excuse me for a couple of minutes. sheep: Eiji: Sure. Arsé-kun: *Mozart heads to the Other Room of Interest* Arsé-kun: Mozart: *first priority: Find Satoru* sheep: *Satoru is still with Kintaro. Gil is busy rambling. Satoru... probably isn't listening.* Arsé-kun: Medusa: Gil, no one cares. We have company, so shut your piehole. sheep: Gil: What do you want, mongrel? Arsé-kun: Mozart: I wanted to ask Satoru something, that's all. sheep: Satoru: You do? Arsé-kun: Mozart: I do. You're going out? sheep: Satoru: I'm going to the zoo. You can come. Arsé-kun: Mozart: No, thank you. I think I'll refrain from making things more complicated. sheep: Satoru: Okay. Arsé-kun: Mozart: Have fun. sheep: Satoru: Thank you. Arsé-kun: Mozart: Quite welcome. Do return home at a reasonable hour. sheep: Satoru: I don't like them and I don't want to dampen the mood. So I'm going out. sheep: Kintaro: I'll make sure he does! Arsé-kun: Mozart: Thank you. Arsé-kun: *and so, team zoogoers go to the goshdang zoo* Sheepy: *Gil, Satoru, and Kintaro go to see lions. Kintaro quickly loses interest and goes to find the bears.* Arsé-kun: *Medusa goes to find the snakes. Jekyll is quickly overwhelmed by decisions and runs off after Kintaro* Sheepy: Gil: Hmhm, these lions aren't even close to the quality that mine were. Arsé-kun: zookeeper: Nor are they the same breed. *they come around the side of the enclosure, referencing to the info card by it* Sheepy: Gil: Oh, you're right. Sheepy: Satoru: Wow. You must be really old if you know that. Sheepy: Gil: Clearly, it's common knowledge what breed of lion a king as great as I would own! ... ... ... Eh? No it's not! Sheepy: Satoru: I don't know who you are past your name and comments. Arsé-kun: zookeeper: .. It actually is. You're fairly well known from your many Grail endeavors.. And you're from Babylonia, so the lions would have to be the extinct Mesopotamians. Arsé-kun: zookeeper: .... I think. Sheepy: Gil: *he raises an eyebrow* Sheepy: Gil: I never said my name. Am I that well known? Sheepy: Satoru: What's a Mesopotamia? Sheepy: Gil: Shush, pup. I'll get to your question in a minute. Arsé-kun: zookeeper: ... Or are Asiatic lions only endangered- It's very possible. Sheepy: Satoru: All lions are lions. Sheepy: Satoru: No matter what fancy name is slapped before the word lion. Arsé-kun: zookeeper: Very true! Sheepy: Satoru: My name is Satoru. I like rhinoceroses. You seem nice. Let's be friends- Sheepy: Gil: Pup! Before being desperate and befriending the scum of the Earth, you must deem them to be worth your time! Arsé-kun: zookeeper: At least be accurate and say mud, Goldilocks. Sheepy: Gil: Hm? Arsé-kun: zookeeper: You heard me. Sheepy: Gil: .......... Sheepy: Gil: Enkidu? Arsé-kun: Enkidu: *they take their hat off. be free, my hair* I was about to start being more obvious, my lord. I'm glad I didn't have to- Sheepy: Satoru: The zookeeper lady is actually a friend of Gil's in disguise. Sheepy: *Gil is still processing this...* Arsé-kun: Enkidu: Not intentionally. I do work here, so the disguise was not on purpose. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: .... And Gilgamesh may require a few minutes to fully process what is happening, so we have time to speak. My name is Enkidu. Sheepy: Satoru: Nice to meet you. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: You as well. Sheepy: Gil: ...Enkidu? Arsé-kun: Enkidu: I confirmed this the first time. Sheepy: *Gil embraces Enkidu!* Arsé-kun: Enkidu: *he embraces Gil back* It's been far too long since we were on the same side. Sheepy: Gil: How long have you been.... Arsé-kun: Enkidu: Since the wolves decided so. I haven't kept track of time. Sheepy: Gil:..... Arsé-kun: Enkidu: ...... I did not actually know where you were. Sheepy: Gil: I happened to be summoned by some girl. So, I've been stuck living with her and her other servants. Sheepy: Gil: If I'd known where you were, I would've ditched them for you. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: That's very lucky of you- You have a home with a roof, yet you say such cruel things? Sheepy: Gil: I could afford any house I please. What would make it worth it is if you were there. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: ... So what you're telling me is that you're willing to ditch others for someone that literally sleeps in the mud? Sheepy: Gil: Yes. Sheepy: Satoru: *he's silently staring at Gil...* Arsé-kun: Enkidu: ..... ...... That's not kind of you, my lord, but downright stupid. Sheepy: Gil: Excuse me? Sheepy: Gil: Based on everything I've seen so far, I'm seen as an obnoxious wallet on legs. Sheepy: Gil: Why would I want to put up with that? Arsé-kun: Enkidu: Alas.. Have you ceased being a kind king, descending into the grips of being a tyrant? Sheepy: Gil: Tyrant? Sheepy: Gil: I'm no tyrant. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: Then why do I feel that you show no kindness to others..? Sheepy: Gil: I treat people the way they deserve to be treated. It's as simple as that. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: I will believe you until proven otherwise. Debate aside, it is still truly good to see you again. Sheepy: Gil: It's good to see you, too. ... I've missed you. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: As have I. ... Ah, we've derailed. If this is not your Master, then whom might this be...? Sheepy: Satoru: I'm Satoru. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: You sure are. I meant your relationship to my lord, specifically. Sheepy: Gil: He is the Cursed Child, our neighbor! Do not look too deeply into his eyes and you should avoid the evil that resides within him! Sheepy: Satoru:? Arsé-kun: Enkidu: ....? ?? Sheepy: Gil: His stare bores into your very soul! Arsé-kun: Enkidu: Or soil, in my case. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: ... Laugh, for it was a mud of the gods joke! Sheepy: Gil: *he... laughs...* Sheepy: Satoru: I have eye drills? Sheepy: Satoru: *...he doesn't, instead giving Enkidu a blank stare* Arsé-kun: Enkidu: Not that I have noticed... *he looks at him* ... I don't see it. Sheepy: Gil: He looks as though he will scrutinize your very action! However! Sheepy: Gil: I was told to give him a chance! So, I am. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: ... I think he is very cute and harmless. What on Earth are you going on about...? *he stares at Gil, confused* Sheepy: Gil: He has been trying to make contact with me since we moved to our new home. It must be my kingly charm. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: ... It must be.. Sheepy: Gil: And, again, it's the way he looks at people! Arsé-kun: Enkidu: ..... I do not see it. Sheepy: Gil: There's just... Sheepy: Gil: Something about that emotionless stare that gets my skin crawling.. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: ...... Sheepy: Satoru: Make sure it doesn't crawl too far away. You need it. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: ..... ...... *try not to laugh. fail step one* Sheepy: Satoru:? Arsé-kun: Enkidu: My apologies. I believe I understand why it frustrates him. Sheepy: Satoru: Why? Arsé-kun: Enkidu: *he bends down next to Satoru and stares up at Gil. staaaare* Sheepy: Gil:...S-stop that! Arsé-kun: Enkidu: *he doesn't say anything, making eye contact* Sheepy: Gil: What did you do to Enkidu, pup?! Sheepy: Satoru: *stare...* Arsé-kun: Enkidu: ... He did nothing, my lord. Have you forgotten who did it first..? Sheepy: Gil:....? Arsé-kun: Enkidu: ..... His stare is similar to my own. Unnerving from this new perspective, but enlightening all the more. Sheepy: Gil:..... Sheepy: Gil: It's...creepy from that angle. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: .. What useful information you have bestowed upon me. Sheepy: Gil: Don't do that. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: I'll be making full use of it. *he stands up* Sheepy: Gil: Enkidu, please... Sheepy: Satoru: Why do you want to leave? Arsé-kun: Enkidu: ... Hm? Sheepy: Satoru: Gil. He said he wanted to leave. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: Then allow me to be counterproductive. Sheepy: Satoru: Counterproductive? Arsé-kun: Enkidu: The exact opposite of what he wants done. I've decided: I will come with you when you leave. I will need a word with the wolves, though. Sheepy: Satoru: Okay. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: Then pardon me for a couple of minutes. Sheepy: Satoru: Have fun. Arsé-kun: *Enkidu goes back around the enclosure and disappears. bye* Sheepy: Satoru: I'm going to introduce her to Lobo. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: Lobo..? The great wolf? Sheepy: Satoru: Uhuh. Sheepy: Satoru: He's my friend. Sheepy: Satoru: *he outstreches his arms as much as he can* He's this big. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: I see... By the by, I'm back. Sheepy: Gil: So. How did it go? Arsé-kun: Enkidu: They understand fully that I have a pack of my own. I am free to go, as long as I return every so often. Sheepy: Gil: Good. Sheepy: Satoru: I want to introduce Lobo to them but Lobo can't come to the zoo. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: Other animals generally are not allowed. Sheepy: Satoru: But Lobo isn't an animal. He's a person. A very big, fluffy dog, but a person. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: I rephrase my statement: Beings other than humans are generally unallowed. Sheepy: Satoru: That's too bad. Sheepy: Satoru: Rider isn't allowed either. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: Hum. Sheepy: Satoru: Rider is human too. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: Then I'm afraid I don't know. Sheepy: Satoru: I'll introduce you when we get home. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: Excellent. I look forwards to it. Sheepy: Satoru: Okay Sheepy: *They go home. Lobo is in the front yard with Rider. Lobo is busy digging a hole.* Arsé-kun: Enkidu: ... That is much larger than you implied, young master. Sheepy: Satoru: He's so big. Sheepy: Lobo: *he he lifts his head and looks over at the two* Sheepy: Lobo: *he heads over and sniffs at Enkidu. Sniff, sniff, sniff. Sniff. He seems confused. Enkidu, why do you smell the way you do?* Sheepy: Gil: *he steps closer to Lobo, and in the process, closer to Satoru* Oi, mongrel! Don't stick your nose in his face! Sheepy: Lobo: *he doesn't like Gil being anywhere near his puppy. Lobo lets out a loud warning bark.* Sheepy: Gil: Down, mutt! Sheepy: Lobo: *he lets out a second warning bark* Sheepy: *Rider isn't too interested in any of this, instead focused on his gardening...* Arsé-kun: Enkidu: *he holds his hands out to Lobo and softly barks. Friend?* Sheepy: Lobo: *he picks up Gil (wifh many complaints) and drops him away from Satoru. he then looks back to Enkidu and nudges him with his snout* Sheepy: Gil: Ugh! Gross...! Arsé-kun: Enkidu: .... *he puts his head against Lobo's nuzzle and pats him* Sheepy: Lobo: *his tail is wagging! enkidu, the big dog is curious about you!* Arsé-kun: Enkidu: *what a good wolf!* Sheepy: Satoru: The man over there is Rider. He's of the rider class. Sheepy: Lobo: *he doesn't understand why Enkidu smells like mud. it's a mystery.* Arsé-kun: *it sure is.* Arsé-kun: Enkidu: *he looks towards Rider* ..? Sheepy: *Rider stops what he's doing, stands, and turns to face Enkidu.* Arsé-kun: Enkidu: *they look Rider over, before eventually looking (roughly) where Rider's eyes would be* A pleasure to meet you. Sheepy: Rider: "Nice to meet you." Arsé-kun: Enkidu: ... Oh, so you speak with your hands.. ... "I do hope we get along." Sheepy: Rider: "I can hear you just fine. Speak the way you want to." Sheepy: Rider: "I can't speak." Arsé-kun: Enkidu: .. Ah, I was unsure. My apologies if it was at all insulting. Sheepy: Rider: "No, it wasn't." Arsé-kun: Enkidu: That's good. Sheepy: Rider: "Who are you?" Arsé-kun: Enkidu: My name is Enkidu. Sheepy: Rider: "I am of the Rider class. Everyone calls me Rider." Sheepy: Rider: "As for my name, I don't recall it." Arsé-kun: Enkidu: ... Then I shall call you Rider until we know otherwise. Sheepy: Rider: "Fine." Arsé-kun: Enkidu: .. I'm glad we can agree. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: ... My lord? Might you be willing to escort me where I may stay? Sheepy: Gil: *he nods* Arsé-kun: Enkidu: Thank you! *they smile* Sheepy: *So, Gil leads them to their new room. Gil's room. their room.* Arsé-kun: *from gold to gold, how gold is it.* Sheepy: *snazzy* Arsé-kun: *Thanks.* Arsé-kun: Enkidu: .... My lord... Arsé-kun: Enkidu: .... .... Do you intend to sleep on the floor..? There is only one bed here.. Sheepy: Gil: No worries. Sheepy: Gil: I'll figure something out. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: I'll believe you. ... Are we alone here? Sheepy: Gil: Alone? What do you mean? Sheepy: Gil: This is my personal room. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: Ah. .... Wait. You're allowing me into your personal chambers, Gilgamesh? Sheepy: Gil: Why not? Arsé-kun: Enkidu: That's very kind of you. Thank you. Sheepy: Gil: Yes, of course! This is simply a king's duty. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: It certainly is. Sheepy: Gil: *He's smiling, but...* Arsé-kun: Enkidu: .... Is something wrong? Sheepy: Gil: No. Not at all. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: Ah, then I was mistaken. Sheepy: Gil: You were. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: ... I hope you still treat them with respect. Sheepy: Gil: The respect they deserve. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: .... .... Arsé-kun: Enkidu: .... If you say so. Sheepy: Gil: What? Arsé-kun: Enkidu: I was merely mistaken again, do not worry. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: .... *he yawns and sits on the carpet* Sheepy: Gil: What, are you tired? Arsé-kun: Enkidu: ... My apologies, but yes. Sheepy: Gil: Then go to bed. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: .... Well, if you insist. *and she just lays down right there. I don't think that's what Gil meant.* Sheepy: Gil: No, the actual bed, Enkidu. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: .... Hm..? But that is yours.. Arsé-kun: Enkidu: ... And I'm filthy. Arsé-kun: *The problem is Eventually Solved when Enkidu takes off most of their clothes. Because she's still wearing that white sheet poncho of his underneath. Doooooork. And then he gets into bed, leaving as much space as possible for Gil. no homo tho, right? RIGHT?* Sheepy: Gil: Rest well. Sheepy: Gil: *he decides it's time for vidya. nothing much else to do. he turned the volume off to not disturb Enkidu.*

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Rome wasn’t built in a day, yet two millennia onwards all roads still lead to the town crazy cat Caligula once called home. The same applies to building a widespread fashion dominion or, in this instance, a mode-minded Middle Kingdom. Xanadu as all that is effortlessly Vogue may appear at first sight, it is when you zoom in that the cracks and fissures are exposed. It is now with a bullseye mark view that a new army sweeps in to move the promotionally connective mountains of social media. A multiple nation army, that is.

A LaWo favorite — Cady Sun, a talented artist, writer and self-professed curious mind. Courtesy of Cady Sun for LaWo App

“Our app initiative forms two important functions, 1) an aggregator of fashion talents organized in a free visual directory and 2) a liaison between everyday people and the fashion community.” Beijing-based Todd Okimoto, co-founder of LaWo

LaWo: Connecting fashion people regardless of “social distance” or “creative walls”. Courtesy of LaWo App

Well-versed in the subjects of WeChat e-commerce and social media campaigning, consumer behaviour plus post-90s creative demeanor, LaWO App and WG Empire are two forerunners when it comes to all that fares and flares on the China Fashion battlefield. Nock, draw, loose!

Take Me With You: LaWo

In a fragmented fashion community with no formal enabling mechanisms in place to help people connect, share, help and support, Beijing-based Todd Okimoto and partner Rui Cheng from Visionaire Styling got to brainstorming and came up with the connective conceptualization that is the LaWo App — “LaWo” or “拉我” at its literal core combines “to pull, to take, to collect”and “me, myself and I”. The platform serves two main purposes, 1) help the fashion community, including China, freely connect to one another via a visual directory and 2) help everyday people improve their style, fashion and purchase decisions by leveraging professional fashion expertise.

Old-school Okimoto has a penchant for simple, pure and authentic platforms that exist in service of its users. Turning this techie idea into a user reality, the LaWo app, for example, does not force content onto users, but places display controls firmly in the hands of the users so that people can view what they like. Clean from commercial endorsement clutter, the app environment focuses solely on user content — rather than advertiser intent.

Dali Ma, one LA-based photographer featured in the LaWo App.

LaWo has made great strides forward in 2017, persistently raising the bar with eager beavers from all four corners of this globe lining up to enlist in its communal ranks — stylists, bloggers, photographers and designers alike. The inspiration to take the app to the next level according to Okimoto is “drawn from the fact that much of what I see today is commercial, even those initially ‘pure’ social platforms that have transformed into oligopolistic behemoths focused on ad monetization schemes.” After all is said and done, enabling your own posts to be shown to your own friends and followers nowadays often requires payment, a lightly ludicrous exploit(ation) when you think about it.

Now, speaking of online spending…

Given that LaWo too finds itself in the space that is cyber, a final matter remains to be contemplated, from shopping to styling… Are brick and mortar dead?

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A Take On Virtual Reality

China’s online shopping and consumerism patterns, one not-too-odd Todd topic: . “I recently read an article where WeChat and Taobao actually are no longer the e-commerce places to be due to the high financial barriers of getting noticed and low or negative profitability — those deep pocketed, established and/or leading fashion brands exempt. Looking to smaller-sized video platforms as well as micro-KOLs are likely to provide greater returns on investment for smaller brands and boutiques,” Okimoto elaborates. The huge individual spending patterns as reported to the West by Forbes and allies are, after all, created by a lucky few and overall revenues are dictated by population scale. Countries with smaller populations will by law of Nature require higher household-wealth distributions in order to achieve such immense online turnover proportions as China.

A China (Fashion) Consumerism consul, the LaWo co-founder knows the current constitution and as we hang on his every insightful word, one thought incessantly haunts the mind… Seeing how LaWo too finds itself in the space that is cyber, as we go from shopping to styling… Okimoto Oracle, are brick and mortar dead?

Meet Lance, a fashion photographer based in Foshan, Guangdong province, China. Have a look at an impressive portfolio in LAWO App and solicit free advice & collaboration opportunities. Courtesy of LaWo

“Brick and mortar stores are definitely not dead in China — even Alibaba is attempting forays into hard stores to complement its online presence to build a more comprehensive ‘omni-channel’. Chinese people traditionally [and continue to] frequent malls as one of their top leisure activities. New malls are popping up, focused on providing experiential and interactive activities, education services, movies, along with a wide variety of quality food choices. I expect this trend to continue and make its way to lower tier cities providing additional motivation to get out of the house and into real life.”

Amen to that.

“The post-90 Chinese artists and creatives in general are extremely different from the older generation. We are more open to fresh incomings and like to actively learn new things.” Vera Wang, founder of WG Empire

Taking A Liberal Stand: WG Empire

From Beijing, we head on over to New York City, the fashion capital where Chinese fashion blogger and entrepreneur Vera Wang recently launched her own business: WG Empire. The intention? “Bridging gaps between Chinese and American brands, as well as eliminating cultural barriers that continue to prevent foreign market penetration. WG Empire provides its clients with the necessary resources and proper localized marketing strategies to effectively introduce and sell products in the target market.” Thank you, Temper Magazine’s Assistant Editor-In-Chief Jessica Laiter in her exquisite exposé on “Fashionable Modernization”. The concept is so simple, yet the task at hand proves overwhelming — to the point where many companies are trying, but failing.

Coming in from the online consumerism angle, we take a more creative approach with Wang and her views on the growing crop of Chinese designers and artists currently seeking (but not always finding) global exposure. Whereas a number of Chinese designers still focus purely on adding Chinese traditional elements to their body of work, many simultaneously incorporate classic-cut China and follow the beat of internationally trending fashion drums. “One fine example here is that of New York Fashion Week’s China Fashion Collective show this year. It was clear from the catwalk apparitions that a number of the participating creatives had already and altogether rid themselves of China’s cultural ‘control’ and had embraced a more profitable fashion business model in the pursuit of a better, i.e. commercialized, future — for example Istituto Marangoni graduate Chi Zhang,” Wang informs Temper.

This leads us to wonder… Is this new design about global and trendy perspective or is it actually a matter of China’s young and modernized Zeitgeist?

The WG Empire Subjects

The Post-80s And -90s Take Their Place

Being a post-90 Chinese fashion blogger herself, Wang harbors some vast knowledge on the topic of generational gaps. “I think we are extremely different from the older generation,” she starts off, “First, we are more open to fresh things, we’re generally more tolerant and like to actively seek out the new and unusual. The majority of young Chinese (fashionable) people, including myself, have had the experience of studying or working overseas; we’ve encountered a lot of foreign fashion, be it American, European, Japanese or Korean! We try to learn about and catch up with global fashion trends and, at the same time, we have our own opinions and unique insights into fashion and art. We express our emotions more directly: If we like a designer, we’ll speak out in favor of him; if we really don’t like him, we’ll make that known in direct fashion as well. We may not share the ‘humility’ our predecessors possess(ed) and may be a little more on the ‘egocentric’ side, but straightforward and moving forward, we surely are!”

Truth has it that the pre- post-80 and -90 crop — in keeping up with complicating things — often insisted on either the full fusion of Chinese design philosophy or the welcoming into the wardrobe of foreign fashion trends without thinking if it would actually suit them. China’s younger generations try to combine global fashion trends with Chinese traditional elements, as well as infuse a zest if their own Zeitgeist. “China’s teens or 20-somethings can, for example, by no means get away with certain more sexy clothes currently trending among their peers in the West,” Wang explains, “And, as you very well know, the Asian body features differ from the western ones. Consequently, China’s emerging designers will take both our culture as well as our physical features into account when creating their collections and subsequently will adjust their creative ideas and actual fit. Et voilà, a new style is born!”

Taking all the above into account, where does this leave the New Made In China label?

“The New Made In China label represents a new class of creatives with aspirations set not only on changing the fashion landscape in China, but on creating a name for themselves internationally,” Okimoto on the new tag in town

Shanghai Fashion Week’s Labelhood experience, October 2017. Courtesy of LaWo App

The Temper Take

In its final charge, Temper has a thundering three-way Q&A on label-hood, identity crises and attraction. Take it on home, little emperors! [Note: We at Temper use the latter as a term of endearment, free from all 21st Century cultural connotation.]

Temper: The New Made In China label. Opinions?

Okimoto: Introducing a new label in the West requires high investment, oftentimes coming from family member financial support, think angel/seed investors. There was a recent article remarking on the number of Chinese designers who presented at this year’s NYFW, with a main takeaway being how many have been financially supported by their family members much in the same way many Chinese parents fund their children’s expensive overseas education. It seems that participating in fashion shows, often to the tune of $200k USD, to this day remains the key to unlocking doors to a club of exclusive networks and support that just might get one noticed and elevated.

Having said that, I believe that the New Made In China label represents a new class of creatives with aspirations set not only on changing the fashion landscape in China, but on creating a name for themselves in an international setting.

Wang: That New Made In China tag… Let’s put it this way: I believe there will be more and more new Chinese fashion brands popping up in the near future, but most of them will only survive (let alone “thrive”) online. With e-commerce and social media developing so rapidly in China, these have become the most effective tools for branding and selling products, especially for those Chinese fashion brands that experience many difficulties when looking for investors. Unlike their Western counterparts — which come with a rich history and culture, an industrial-scale operational system and often physical stores — Chinese fashion brands are relying heavily on online stores to grow their sales. I’ll admit that e-commerce and social media provide great opportunities for Chinese fashion brands to put themselves out there, however, once they gain more investment and support, they will do better and the New Made In China label can really take off!

“On the one hand, we bring global fashion ideas to China; on the other hand, we lead Chinese fashion and art trend among young people to some extent.” Wang on the post-80 and -90 artistic scenery

LaWo is happy to feature Julia Liang, creator of the blog Heels on the Go, based in Shanghai, China. Courtesy of LaWo App

Temper: What, in your book, is the spirit of China Fashion in the 2010s?

Okimoto: When I hear the word fashion, I think in terms of the latest trends and crazes, a barometer of sorts for design. As for design, I consider it to be the creative and formative process to develop something new. Thus, the spirit of fashion and design, in my mind, those effervescent qualities that embody both fashion and design, has all to do with the creative sparks, explorations, and trials that coalesce into the production of something new, something that has the unique ability to connect and affect people.

China Fashion in the 2010s in my mind continues to strengthen its creative spirit however still struggles to gain acceptance and fair billing on a worldwide stage. In order to gain public acceptance of new China fashion trends in the international realm will require, for one, the breaking down of long-standing negative cultural bias.

Wang: I think the personalities and philosophies of China’s 20-somethings wield a great influence on China’s newly emerging designer products; they pour their ideas into the product design. On the one hand, they bring global fashion ideas to China and spread the word; on the other hand, they (to some extent) set the trends in China’s fashion and art scenes. On the bigger scale, we, from blogger to designer, all aim to increase Chinese product quality and competitive advantage by creating products that are more stylish and suitable for Chinese people — and more attractive in the eye of the foreign beholder, as well.

Take the ‘classic’ example of famous fashion designer Lan Yu, a post-80. She combines traditional Suzhou embroidery with more Western structural designs, using her fashion formations as a tool to introduce Oriental culture to the world. Her clothing is not only welcomed with open arms in China, but is also widely appreciated by the fashion world at large. So you can definitely see how nowadays we are trying to deliver a message to world stating that we no longer copy the ideas of others, but we have our own voice! That which you purchase is no longer a cheap Made In China product, but has evolved into a unique design crafted by the hands of talented Chinese designers. The New Made In China.”

Several years ago, a number of Chinese KOLs put forward the notion that China-made products shouldn’t just focus on lowering prices, but on innovation and branding as the imperatives at hand. This is one command all creatives must follow, unquestioningly so. As they say… It takes a village to raise a designer and if you want peace, prepare for war. As long as we push forward and don’t pull back:

Fashion Invicta.

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