#your stewardess is not kidding about this containing spoilers

[irisbleufic]

...nope. Nope nope nope.

[firebirdsdaughter]

…

… I absolutely do not go there, but… I need to rant somewhere and I refuse to start discord on YT w/ strangers.

Well, spoilers for the new Amnesia game.

I’m sorry, but I will die on the hill that Anton had a valid point. Would never call it right, but the whole point of Amnesia is being in a situation where literally everything is fucked. Like, given the situation the man was in, what he’d just seen… No. I don’t blame him from resorting to that.

He wasn’t just trying to save ‘himself.’ Think about it. They crash land in the desert—okay. Bad, but disasters happen, you do your best. He tries to tend to the injured, they start moving.

Then, they meet this weird magical being who wants a baby in return for helping them. Now, I will say he doesn’t react the best to that, but the fact is, I think they kinda hint at the start that he’s not exactly prepared/fit for this kind of intense situation. He panics a bit bc he thinks that people are going to die, esp since a number of them have already died, but then the Queen does the magic water thing that allegedly heals them. Okay.

But then they get this weird sickness that’s horribly mutating them and making them turn violent and aggressive. They start forgetting who they are and start attacking others. He somehow gets away w/ one of the others, but the rest are left behind, descending into madness.

He may be able to deduce that it was from the water, he’s definitely trying to treat Yasmin, he knows laudanum works. But there must be other concerns surfacing in his head. What if it starts w/ the water, but can go from there. What if it’s contagious. If so, how contagious is it. This is a disease that causes people to regress and turn extremely violent. Right before Tasi arrives at the village, he witness Yasmin murder everyone there. An entire village.

From his perspective? This isn’t just a risk to them specifically. If they take this disease, mutation, whatever it is, back to civilisation? What kind of hell would that unleash?

I don’t think he’s weighing Amari against just the expedition. I think he’s weighing Amari against the possibility of starting a plague, of one of them making it out but then turning. He’s weighing making a desperate deal w/ a very powerful being bc he just watched a stewardess violently slaughter an entire village on her own, despite being apparently still in partial control, only stopping when he killed her.

So my point is:

1) doctors are fucking humans you arse, they are not perfect, they can feel fear, they can panic, not every single doctor in the world is cut out for crashing in the middle of the desert, and I’d say esp not for fucking supernatural entities to tear his coworkers apart, or watching said coworkers turn into said monsters.

2) he just watches Yasmin murder the entire village, despite still having partial control over herself, and she specifically says she killed them, he saw her go after Tasi and not stop until he shot her—honestly, like Tasi, he has seen first hand the effects of this ‘disease,’ he has seen it’s process, what it does to people, what it turns them into, I’m not surprised he’d be panicking.

3) there’s no known cure and he doesn’t know it’s not contagious—sure, the villagers didn’t seem to get it, but maybe it’s carried by blood, maybe it’s slow acting, additionally, if they get out w/out being cured, what if they regress, go on a killing spree back in civilisation? What if it is contagious and by going back w/out a cure they set off a horrible plague, the end of the world? He’s been waiting w/ Yasmin at the village the whole time, stewing, watching her deteriorate, Tasi lost her memories but he retained his. He’s not weighing Amari’s chances just for the crew, he’s weighing the world, or however many people one of them could kill back in civilisation before they’re put down.

I’m of the opinion that he was genuinely wanting to get out and run tests until Yasmin murdered the village and he cracked. I can’t think of many people who’d be able to hold it together after seeing that. Esp any kind of medical professional, who I think their first thought would be ‘what if we spread this?’

Was it right? Well, no. Also, they do make it pretty clear the Queen would never have honoured her word, not really.

But as above, everything was fucked. There was really no good choice. On the one hand, you maybe get out, but you’re still infected, you could still mutate, the baby will still die, heck, the mother could kill her. Maybe it’s contagious and you start a zombie plague. Other option is… All of you just die there, try to end the disease, keep it contained. But he’s a doctor, he’s got a mindset to save as many lives as possible. Also, baby still dies.

I actually like the doctor’s character, bc he’s a realistic depiction of an ordinary man who was not equipped for this kind of hell to start w/, was never cut out to be on this kind of expedition in the first place, had a nice private practice in the city, who has been dropped into hell, just witnessed a single young woman massacre the people trying to help them, doesn’t know what the deal w/ the disease is, if it’s contagious, if they’d ever been able to hold on long enough to find a cure, or if they’d just regress later anyway, there’s fucking supernatural shit going on… Frankly, I’m impressed he held it together as long as he did. He’s a regular man who cracked under absolutely unimaginable circumstances. No doctor wakes up in the morning and expects to be dropped into the middle of the desert to watch his companions die and/or mutate into murderous monsters bc some scary ghost lady wants a kid. After everything he saw… I don’t blame him.

Again, not a good or the best choice, def wouldn’t call it morally correct. I know protagonist centred morality is in play, I know the player sympathises w/ Tasi bc you follow her the whole story, know her past, and while Is ay this, I do also understand her reaction. I’m just saying I also understand his and think it was valid, given the circumstances.

I don’t think there were any good choices. They were both right and wrong.

[secretshinigami]

After the Warehouse

Author: KawaiiPsycho101 For: SlytherinPirate Pairings/Characters: No pairings; Japanese Task Force and SPK. Rating/Warnings: Rated T for character death and brief violence. Prompt: To prevent spoilers, I’ve listed the prompt at the end of the story. Author’s Notes: Spoilers for the end of the series. I’d also like to sincerely apologize for the rushed nature of this story. I had put this off until the last minute, and I’m afraid it shows. I will take better care in the future to plan my schedule accordingly should I do something like this again. Still, I hope you all enjoy.

It was over.

After six long years, Kira’s reign had finally come to an end, although there were only eight people in the world who knew this for a fact. They were gathered in a warehouse near Daikoku Wharf known as the Yellow Box. Their names were Touta Matsuda, Kanzo Mogi, Shuichi Aizawa, Hideki Ide, Hal Bullook, Stephen Loud, Anthony Carter, and Nate River (although he preferred to be called ‘Near’). The bodies of the serial killer known as Kira, Light Yagami, and his loyal follower, Teru Mikami, had just been taken away by the paramedics. A pile of gasoline-soaked notebooks lay at the group’s feet. Near lit a match and threw it on the pile. It went up instantly. They all watched the fire burn and listened to the flames crackle in silence.

Once the notebooks were nothing put a pile of ashes, a tall broad American man put out the blaze with an extinguisher.

“So,” Aizawa said, “That’s it, then.”

“Yes,” Near nodded, “It’s over.”

“What are we going to tell their families?”

Matsuda visibly stiffened.

“I’ll leave that up to you, just as long as it’s not the truth; the events of today must never leave this room, no matter what.”

“He’s right,” Ide muttered, “Even if we did tell, no one would ever believe us.”

“True.” Near gathered his finger-puppets and stood up. “We’ll contact you if we ever need your assistance again. Goodbye.”

And with that, everyone parted ways.

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“Well, that’s the last of it.”

Stephen sealed the last of the boxes containing all the information the SPK had gathered during their side of the Kira investigation. Near had asked him and Hal to clear out the headquarters and their computers while he and Commander Carter went back to the United States. They were probably just now reaching the airport.

“Finally,” his companion sighed, exhausted. “I’ll take these boxes and you can take those. We should be able to do it in one trip.”

“Right.”

Together, they made their way to the elevator, arms loaded with boxes and suitcases. As the doors closed behind them and the small shuttle began its descent from the twenty-seventh floor of the hotel, Hal turned to her colleague.

“Stephen?”

“Hmm?”

“I was wondering-”

SNAP!

She never got to finish her sentence.

The elevator plunged down the shaft, reaching speeds that made the passengers of the inside of the chamber experience what almost felt like weightlessness. The two dropped what they were holding and held onto the railing tightly. As the ground floor neared, Stephen reached out and grabbed Hal, pulling her towards him. He wrapped his arms around her, hoping that maybe she would survive if he absorbed most of the impact for her.

In the end, it didn’t matter.

It would take the authorities a few days to identify the remains, and they would later deem the accident the result of a one-a-million malfunction.

************************************** 

While Hal Bullook and Stephen Loud were on their way to the elevator, Hideki Ide was unlocking the front door of his house. He and Mogi had just finished clearing out the Japanese Task Force’s own headquarters for the Kira investigation while Matsuda and Aizawa went to break the news of Light’s death to his mother and younger sister, along with his fiancé and former second Kira, Misa Amane. They had all decided to tell them that Light had been killed by Kira, while Mikami’s few friends and friendly would be told that he had committed suicide after suffering a nervous breakdown. It wasn’t very far from the truth.

Ide had admired the way Matsuda had volunteered to be the one to inform them of Light’s demise. He had reasoned that since he was already a well-liked acquaintance of the family, it only seemed natural that he be the one to tell them, even though it was clear to everyone that it was the last thing on Earth he wanted to do. Aizawa had probably sensed this as well, for he quickly volunteered to go as well.

Bzzzt-bzzzt.

Ide was knocked out of his thoughts by the vibrations of his cell phone in his front pocket, which he quickly answered.

“Hello?”

“Ide? It’s Fukawa,” Akira Fukawa was the current chief of the National Police Agency. “There’s been an accident at the Plaza Hotel. Apparently one of the elevators malfunctioned and fell over twenty stories. At least two people are dead. I want you to go over there and check it out. I know you’re off duty, but you’re the closet one to the Plaza right now.”

Ide wanted to tell the Chief to find someone else to do it, that he’d had his fair share of death for one day, but since he couldn’t, all he did was sigh and say that he’d be there as soon as he could. As he headed back to his car, he noticed two small boys playing a game of soccer in the front yard of the house across the street from his. One of them kicked the ball too hard, sending it into the street. The other one ran blindly after it, unaware of the truck speeding down the road.

Before he knew it, he was sprinting towards the child. The last thing he saw before the truck struck him was the boy’s body being hurled back onto his lawn from the force of Ide’s push.

******************************************** 

Kanzo Mogi chucked back his fifth shot of scotch with a grimace. He was sitting in his second-floor bedroom, trying to get the image of a bleeding and screaming Light Yagami out of his head. So far, it seemed that it would take all the alcohol on the planet just to dim the picture a little. He decided that maybe a bath would calm his nerves a little.

As he was undressing, he heard his phone ringing in the other room.

“Of course,” he muttered to himself before going to answer it. He looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Matsuda. “What is it, Matsuda?”

“Mogi, there’s been an accident! Ide’s in the hospital!”

“What?!”

“He got hit by a car saving a little kid. We were just leaving Light’s house when we heard. We probably won’t get to the hospital for another fifteen minutes.”

“I’m closer. I’ll meet you there.”

“Right, thanks.”

Mogi quickly redressed and ran down the stairs.

It can be argued that what happened next could have been avoided had he not been drinking, but considering the rush he was in, it probably would have happened anyway, stone-cold-sober or not.

In his hurry, Mogi tripped and toppled down the stairs, splitting his head open on the bannister. Somewhere during the tumble, there was a snap! and when his body came to a rest at the bottom of the staircase, his neck was bent at an unnatural angle as a pool of blood formed around him.

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“He said he’d meet us there.”

“Great.”

Touta Matsuda and Shuichi Aizawa didn’t say a word as they drove towards the hospital, instead opting to listen to the radio. According to the weather forecast, there was a nasty storm heading their way, which they both thought was rather fitting; for this had to be, without a doubt, the worst day of their lives.

As they crossed the last intersection to the hospital, the space right in front of them was struck by lightning. Temporarily stunned and blinded by the bright flash of light, Aizawa swerved into a nearby gas station parking lot, hitting one of the fuel stations and knocking one of the nozzles out of its slot, which began to pump out gasoline. After they took a moment to recover, Matsuda breathed a sigh of relief at having come out of the little misadventure unscathed, and thanked God that lightning never struck twice.

********************************** 

KRRRACCK-BOOOM!

Near, who until a second ago had his face pressed against the passenger-side window of the plane, jumped back in shock and bumped into Anthony Carter. Up until now, he enjoyed looking out the window during take-offs and landings, watching the ground and buildings grow smaller or bigger as the plane flew higher or lower. This time had been no exception. But the sudden lightning strike was a bit off-putting.

“Are you alright, sir?”

“Yes,” the boy quickly recovered, “Just surprised is all.”

He looked out the window again, watching the city of Tokyo disappear from his sight.

Then there was a second lightning-strike, and for a brief second, Near could’ve sworn he saw an explosion out of the corner of his eye. Due to the distance, it appeared to be very tiny, which in reality meant that it had been quite large where it happened. He blinked, and he was suddenly too high up to tell if he had seen anything to begin with.

A few hours later, Near noticed a tension in the air.

Something was wrong.

The way the stewardesses and crew nervously scuttled about told him so.

There was a muffled boom! from outside the plane, followed by another, and another. Red lights and alarms started to go off as the oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling.

Nate River paid no attention to the chaos unfolding around him, for he knew at that precise moment he was going to die. He didn’t know if there was anything after death, and he sincerely doubted there was.

But still, he thought for the last time, it would be nice to see Mello again.

Prompt: Everything is the same, but everyone dies at the end.

[irisbleufic]

Bertie anon again

Then I hope it brings you comfort, anon *hugs*

The eeriness of seeing a message like this one in my inbox post-late-2013-to-mid-2015 (because at that point in time, I knew a disproportionate number of people upset about another relevant piece of media, and messages like yours were common) only adds to the distress. I was afraid of a lot of things, but Newt possessed by Precursors (or under kaiju influence, or whatever you want to call it) and a fiercely devoted, pining Hermann being all-around mistreated by him, it…really came top on my Do Not Want list. I’d seen it done, seen the damage that all-pervasive proximity to it did to so many friends in this fandom that I care for so much. That’s almost the entire reason why I took my unlikely little December 2013 one-shot and expanded it, kept going, and said, here, I love you, and I love them more than I’ve loved any fictional couple in a long time. And that is still true, even if post-2015 I wasn’t actively writing them anymore. Newt and Hermann still get an emotional rise out of me that’s only equaled by how I feel about my Good Omens crew (both the real folks I’ve met over the years and the fictional ones I continue to write about). Also, there’s the personal layer of triggered, re: knowing what it feels like to love someone beyond reason and have them suddenly start behaving like a completely different person, and have it last for years.

TL;DR, I agree: when you have that much encompassing emotional involvement in a pairing and/or writing project, seeing some version of a pre-existing nightmare become canon is cold, cold business. So is watching Mako Mori die for no fucking reason, and not even in a Jaeger.

[irisbleufic]

Alice can’t replace Bertie. No fucking chance

…I was doing okay on the not-crying front until

[irisbleufic]

...sobriety will not be happening this weekend. It is hereby cancelled.