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adobe-outdesign · 2 years

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Abra/Kadabra/Alakazam Headcanons

(Gamefreak only provides so much information so I guess I gotta take things into my own hands. These are all based off the games, save for the egg designs because I do what I want.)

Biology

The line’s scientific name is Bestia magica (approx. ”beast that uses magic”). The Bestia genus includes many other bipedal plated “kaiju” Pokemon, such as Rhyhorn and Kangaskhan.

The Abra line is omnivorous/insectivorous.

Out in the wild, they eat fruits, veggies, and some types of fungi. They will also occasionally hunt small and weak bug-types.

In captivity, they can enjoy most of the foods their trainers do. They also enjoy frozen treats like shaved ice and ice cream (though they can only have dairy if it’s lactose free).

Their average lifespan is 65 years out in the wild, due in part to their frail nature. In captivity, they can live up to 110 years, with some individuals living as long as 130 years.

The line’s body texture is similar to armadillos; the brown areas of their bodies are covered in thick, leathery plating. This helps protect their otherwise frail bodies.

The rest of the skin is rough in most places, but the underside of their chins and tails are very soft.

Abra and Kadabra used to be semi-arboreal a long time ago; their tails are prehensile to help with climbing and their three-toed claws are designed to grasp tree branches. They can still sometimes be seen in trees gathering berries.

They’ve evolved to prioritize their psychic abilities. On the plus side, this gives them some of the most powerful psychokinesis of any Pokemon (outside of legendaries), but on the minus side, they’re very frail health-wise, with issues such as:

Joint problems/arthritis, which is especially common in Alakazam

Semi-hollow bones that break easily (though a combo of recover and levitation allows them to heal remarkably fast)

Frequent headaches, especially with Kadabra

Issues with muscle atrophy and strain

Badly-designed legs (the reason they levitate all the time is because walking too much can seriously mess up their knees)

Their long whiskers are highly sensitive and are used to sense changes in psychic energy, which helps them avoid attacks.

Males have evolved longer whiskers to impress females (and other males from time to time). While the female’s whiskers are shorter on average, they’re more sensitive.

Kadabra store energy in their tails in the form of fat, similar to a gecko. This allows a well-fed Kadabra to go as long as long as a month without eating.

While the entire line’s heads never stop growing, Alakazam’s grows the fastest, at an average of ~1 cm (.7 in) per year.

The largest Alakazam skull (relative to size) on record was from a 117 year old individual. It was 3 feet (.9 m) long from the back of the head to the snout at the time of its passing. The skull was donated to and currently resides at the National Museum of Nature in Kanto.

If an Abra doesn’t get enough sleep, they can temporarily lose their psychic abilities until they sleep again. They can permanently lose both their abilities and their psychic typing if they stay awake more than 12 hours.

These normal-type Abra don’t need as much sleep, but they’re also unable to evolve into Alakazam.

While they can evolve into Kadabra, they tend to have more muscle and other adaptations to make them less frail, possibly to compensate for their lack of abilities.

Evolution/Mega Evolution

The line used to be two stages several thousand years ago. Alakazam is a relatively recent evolution and is thought to be caused by the line’s rapidly developing psychic abilities.

The ring on an Abra’s tail will start to glow when they near evolution (likewise, a Kadabra’s markings also glow right before they evolve).

The amount of sleep they need gradually decreases as well, dropping from 18–20 hours a day to about 12 as a result of their strengthening minds.

Like other “trade” evolutions, Kadabra rely on changing social interactions to evolve; specifically, they evolve through learning and training with others.

This can be easily accomplished in captivity via trade, loaning them temporarily to another trainer, or via linking cord (which simulates the energy they receive from the former).

In the wild, evolution is usually achieved by a Kadabra leaving its original home to travel, join another group, or train under a more powerful psychic-type. They’ve also been known to evolve via self-enlightenment, but this is rare.

Kadabra have been known to enter a meditative state before attempting to evolve where they won’t eat for long periods of time, instead relying on the stored nutrients in their tails.

When they evolve, the stored fat in their tails is burned up to fuel the evolution. The subsequent lack of tails make Alakazam much faster and lighter.

Alakazam are considered easy-to-medium level Pokemon to mega evolve, as many individuals strive for the heightened abilities mega evolution brings. They also have few physical or mental problems as a result.

The biggest physical issue is that their muscles completely atrophy in order to better enhance their minds. This does not cause them pain (merely a tingling pins-and-needles sensation), but makes it harder for them to physically move their bodies.

This atrophy makes them even more fragile than normal, so trainers should pay close attention to their Pokemon’s condition and recall them immediately if they’re showing any signs of serious pain.

Mentally, they almost always stay lucid due to their high intelligence. However, the shock of their heightened mental state combined with the future events they see can sometimes lead to declines in mental health, so it’s important to offer support if they need it.

Social Behaviors

A group of Abra/Kadabra/Alakazam is known as a hocus.

Kadabra and Alakazam have little respect for non-psychics, especially out in the wild, making battling them before capture extremely important. If properly impressed by a trainer, however, they will be loyal to the end.

They can also be impressed by trainers who capture them with stealth, as this requires precise control over one’s thoughts.

They are intelligent enough to be approached peacefully, but this requires calm and clear thinking.

The line is incredibly curious by nature. On rare occasions, they’ve been known to approach people in the wild to investigate things like Pokedexes or cameras.

The line makes a wide variety of noises, primarily trills and rasps. These sounds are used mostly to communicate with other Pokemon, as they almost exclusively use telepathy to talk to each other.

Their vocal cords are relatively underdeveloped because of this, so what noises they do make tend to be soft.

Due to the line’s incredibly high intelligence, they can learn to communicate fluently with their trainers via telepathy. However, this tends to be incredibly migraine-inducing for non-psychics, so they tend not to do this to avoid accidentally hurting anyone.

With that said, many trainers will learn sign language alongside their Pokemon instead, which allows for equally fluent communication without the migraines.

Some also prefer to just grin and bear it, as the human mind will eventually gain immunity to the waves that cause the migraines through long-term exposure.

Abra/Kadabra/Alakazam either live together in groups of 30–60, known as colonies, or will stake out on their own to look for a trainer.

While historically they’ve been known to create structures to live in, in recent times they tend to just occupy abandoned human buildings instead. Individuals on their own may take shelter in caves.

Colonies are typically lead by an alpha, oftentimes but not always an Alakazam. Unlike many other Pokemon lead by alphas, leaders can be replaced if the rest of the colony is unsatisfied with their performance.

It’s estimated that over 80% of wild Abra will partner with a human at some point in their life, due to a natural desire to learn and improve their abilities.

Like many psychic-types, the line shows affection by pressing their foreheads against the heads of Pokemon and people they like.

Smiling is not part of the species natural body language. However, they tend to pick it up after being around humans.

Abra only teleport if they feel unsafe. With that said, many trainers will attach trackers to them in case they teleport and become lost.

While Alakazam are several times smarter than humans, their average IQ is closer to 400–500 rather than 5,000.

The latter number comes from a discredited study that used computers. It’s believed that the computer glitched out due the Pokemon’s alpha waves, producing a number one digit higher than what it should have been.

Abra need a good deal of enrichment, even when asleep. Spoons make excellent toys as they can practice using their abilities on them, and small puzzles like rubik's cubes give them something to toy with while dozing.

Kadabra are just as intelligent as humans and need just as much daily enrichment. Otherwise, they become frustrated, destructive, and will stop listening to their trainers entirely. Some may even return to the wild.

Many psychic-type shops carry various kinds of puzzles and brain teasers, which do a good job of keeping them entertained. Training is also an excellent way to keep them enriched and to help them learn better control.

Alakazam are much better at keeping themselves enriched via things like meditation and training. They also enjoy reading; many libraries will allow Alakazam to check out books on their own if they have their trainer’s library card.

Many trainers have also found that pairing the line with other intelligent Pokemon, such as Metagross or Oranguru, helps keep them stimulated.

Alakazam are so intelligent that many find themselves unable to find a trainer that can outperform them. Because of this, it’s not unheard of for them to become trainers themselves, oftentimes using hypnosis to disguise themselves as humans.

A particularly famous psychic-type gym leader in Kanto was actually an Alakazam. If impressed by the challenger’s performance, they would reveal their true appearance and act as their own last Pokemon.

While Alakazam are some of the smartest Pokemon out there, Metagross are more intelligent than them. However, Metagross’ brains work more like a computer while Alakazam’s work more like a human’s, so while a Metagross will always beat them at chess, an Alakazam will always beat them at philosophy.

Spoons

The Abra line makes spoons as a way to focus their strong psychic energy. Otherwise, their powers are significantly weakened and they may have strange effects on surrounding objects.

They have been creating spoons for a long time. It’s believed by some that humanity may have learned to make spoons from watching Kadabra.

Spoons are made the most often, as they have a handle for easy holding and a concave surface that aids with focus. However, different individuals have different preferences in tools, and everything from forks and knives to non-utensils like pendants have been observed.

The line creates their spoons with their psychic abilities. This is difficult to do correctly and takes a good deal of concentration.

Alakazam can create spoons frequently without issue, but newly-evolved Kadabra oftentimes can’t. Instead, they’ll usually be given a spoon by an older Kadabra or Alakazam.

In captivity, trainers can buy their Abras spoons either before or after evolving. If they don’t have a spoon already and they evolve during a battle, they may teleport one from wherever’s closest as a temporary solution (more than one person has has their spoon stolen in the middle of eating ice cream).

The spoons they create are 100% pure silver, which channels and amplifies psychic energy. A spoon made of any other kind of metal, even something that's silver in color like stainless steel, won’t work as well.

Each spoon has an intricate pattern on the handle that’s unique to the individual that created it. All individuals have different preferences regarding their spoons, whether making their own or inheriting them from somewhere else.

Spoons wear out over time and get replaced when they become too warped or bent.

While it’s typical for Abra to have no spoons, Kadabra to have one spoon, and Alakazam to have two spoons, the amount they carry depends on how powerful their abilities are. Because of this, it’s possible for an Abra that chooses not to evolve to carry a spoon, an abnormally week Alakazam to only carry one spoon, ect.

The amount of residual psychic energy left in used spoons causes the mind to perceive food as tasting better than usual when eaten with them. For this reason, authentic Kadabra/Alakazam spoons are highly sought after by restaurants; however, they are hard to obtain, as they only give out their spoons to people they trust deeply.

Eggs/Breeding

Kadabra and Alakazam have human-like dating habits. Typically, they will date for a year or two before settling down, but breakups, “divorces”, ect. have all been observed.

They will create special spoons for their loved ones, which have specific designs and patterns relating to their partners. If accepted by their mates they signal the start of a serious relationship, similar to how rings work in human culture.

The line stays with their partners for their entire lives. They are typically monogamous, but polygamous couples aren’t unheard of.

They’ve been known to accept partners of all species in their egg group. Outside of their species, pairings with the Meditite, Ralts (mostly in Galar), and Machop lines are the most common. Pairings with the Gothita line are frequent in captivity as well.

Due to their fragile nature, Kadabra and Alakazam only ever create one egg at a time, and will typically only reproduce once or twice in their lifetime.

Abra eggs are yellow with a single brownish-purple ring around the middle.

Wild Kadabra and Alakazam that are traveling on their own tend to place their eggs in very obscure areas that are hard to reach without teleportation; high levels of abandoned skyscrapers are a favorite of theirs, though they also will use cliffs or deep caves. Otherwise, they raise their eggs in their colonies.

Somewhat unusually, the line does not incubate their eggs with their body heat (though Kadabra will sometimes wrap their tails around them when it’s extra cold out). Instead, they use old scavenged blankets, beds, and other soft materials to insulate the egg.

The parents will sometimes leave the egg alone to go get food or supplies. However, they carefully monitor it with their psychic abilities. More than one trainer has gotten attacked for trying to take an egg they thought was abandoned, only to have the parent teleport behind them.

Abra learn to teleport at a very young age. So young, in fact, that some researchers have observed eggs teleporting short distances when bothered.

Eggs hatch after about a week, which is considered a medium incubation period by Pokemon standards. However, breeders frequently have problems with baby Abra “sleeping in” and hatching weeks after they’re supposed to.

Similar to cats, Abra are effectively born blind. They will become strong enough to open their eyes after about three days.

To keep pace with their parents, immature Abra cling to their backs (or tails, if they’re still a Kadabra) until they learn how to levitate.

Mature Abra will sometimes cling to the backs of trainers they’ve bonded with. While very cute, this can also be painful due to their hind claws being quite sharp.

Abra are taken care of by one or both of their parents until they reach maturity after about 5 years. After that point, they may stay in their colony, or they may choose to wander and find a trainer.

Pop Culture/Mythology

The line is oftentimes used in magic shows and other stage performances, as they understand human speech and have a flair for the dramatic. Their kinesis can also be used for many different types of special effects.

Marketing:

A cleaning product company had a successfully television campaign featuring an Alakazam choosing their products over the competitor’s, to illustrate that they were the “smart choice”.

At least one major book publisher uses a silhouette of an Alakazam’s head as their logo.

A mattress company has sported an Abra in their logo for over 100 years, modeled after the owner’s own Abra.

There are cards used to help detect psychic abilities in young children that were modeled after Kadabra’s markings.

For a long time, the strange effects Kadabra had on their environment caused people to believe they brought bad luck, or even that they were outright demonic in nature.

Thankfully, further scientific studies have confirmed the strange happenings are merely a side effect of the alpha waves they produce, and this myth has mostly died out in all but the most superstitious circles.

While less commonly believed now than it used to be, a common old wives’ tale claims that children that can’t control their psychic abilities will transform into a Kadabra in their sleep.

These rumors originate from a few first-hand reports around the 1500s, which detailed how a powerful psychic child supposedly woke up as a Kadabra.

While there is evidence to support that a Kadabra was living with the boy’s family (which was very usual at the time) and that their child did disappear, there is no way to verify whether or not said Kadabra was ever human.

It also doesn’t help that many of the reports conflict with each other. Some say the child was killed by the town, some say they left to live in the wild with the other Abra, some say they evolved, ect ect.

In addition, many of the lines’ old oral histories state that the first Kadabra were humans that changed to become more powerful once humanity’s psychic powers started waning.

These rumors were the inspiration behind a short story called The Transformation (sort of like the Pokemon version of Kafka), which has won several awards and is considered a piece of classic literature.

The basic plot is that a boy with uncontrollable psychic abilities wakes up as a Kadabra. His parents give him an everstone and send him to a psychic research lab. Their tests inflict a serious back injury, which causes him to accidentally destroy the lab with his powers. His parents eventually end up trading him as he decides he wants to remain a Kadabra, and the story ends with him discarding the everstone he was given.

Because of this book, many classic lit fans have a Kadabra as their companion.

#pokemon #pkmn #pokemon worldbuilding #pokemon headcanons #abra #kadabra #alakazam #outdesign posts things #outdesign has headcanons #long post #THIS IS. SO LONG SORRY #someone's gotta write 170 paragraphs of abra lore and it sure isn't gonna be gamefreak #might end up doing these for a few more of my favs some of them have like two whole sentences of info about them

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lullabyes22-blog · 1 year

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Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO - A Mel x Silco Outline Type Thing

Just a rough outline of factoids to keep in mind as I delve deeper into the sheer political and trauma-related dramatics of this ship, and all that it entails.

It likely will make little sense, but it's how I like to 'map out' character arcs and where I'd like them to go:

Archetypes: superficial layer - Mel as the slyly demure fox and Silco as the patiently bloodthirsty shark. Vibes - a shapeshifting kitsune (Mel) meets classical horror story merman (Silco). Forbidden romance with a touch of eldritch horror ensues. Tarot characters - the Lovers in the Ryder-Waite-Smith deck, but trapped in the Devil energy. They evolve into Emperor and Empress energy by the tale's end, albeit rulers of different 'kingdoms.'

Mythology: Hades' abduction of Persephone; Chthonic versus Solar themes.

Interactions: Push-and-pull under playfulness. Smooth strokes on the surface. Mel is a savvy and experienced swimmer, but Silco is an oceanic entity unto himself. He'd prepared to lull her into complacency - before sucking her in. Mel has escape strategies at hand, though, and a talent for evasion. Her undoing comes when she has no exit left. His undoing comes when he discovers he prefers her not as prey but as a partner.

Weakness: Two absolutely different worlds and yet so unexpectedly well-matched. Their minds meet; sparks fly. But too much sparkage shuts down higher thought. They push each other to grow, but also push each other to take reckless risks.

Ultimately it nearly gets them killed.

Convos/Relationship:

Master strategists in their own right. Artistry vs rhetoric. Lots of poetry swapped.

She cultivates in him an appreciation for the Venusian aspects of life: a leisurely dinner, a late-night stroll, witty banter leading to nowhere. He's torn between hateful avarice and grudging admiration - she's Piltover's literal sun, and he longs to drag her down. But the warmth is a wonderful thing to bask in.

He tempts her down a darker path - literally. Appeals to her need to surrender calculations and to finesse fools - and just be in the moment. His ruthlessness repels but his struggles inspire respect - particularly his love for Jinx. She's intrigued by the seemingly reconciled dichotomy of wolf and fox.

In time, Mel develops a fascination for the Undercity. Silco, in turn, enjoys showing her the sights. Chapters where they interact to be typically standalone, heightening the sense of a 'lovers oasis' - even with other characters around. Good chance to sprinkle in world-building and history re: Zaun, our third character.

Slow evolution w/ every meeting. They first square off post-war in a wrecked harbor. Gradually, as the plot develops and Zaun matures, the venues/settings grow increasingly more elaborate, signifying how Zaun is on the rise, and Silco obtaining a political parity with Mel.

Meetings also become increasingly "date-like."

They swap periodic correspondence. Facetious with a flirty edge. Are they being sincere? Are they antagonizing? Leave it hard to tell.

Mel is more sophisticated, with old-money sensibilities. Silco is coming into wealth and enjoying the benefits. Clash in outlook is mild, however; their tastes run somewhat parallel.

Mel is, despite self-interest, more morally anchored, and remains so until the tale's end. Silco's arc is not one of morality, but of consequence.

Mel develops feelings first. Doesn't fight them, though there is shame and misgiving for stepping out on Jayce. But she also wants what she wants, and is unaccustomed to being denied.

Silco does deny her. In this respect, he is older, colder, and more calculating. His ruse is not one of seduction, but a slow cultivation of intimacy. It would be nothing to take her to bed, but he's after something else.

He plays the long game. The very long game.

The two have zero privacy. Each chapter - barring final few - occurs with their security entourages present. Few opportunities for hanky-panky, but by god do they push every limit.

Shades of teenaged hilarity in lighter moments of dodging scrutiny. Reminder that in another life, they might have been good friends - or much more.

Consummation soon after she sees Silco's 'fangs' in action - and isn't frightened of them. Silco realizes she has a dark streak and can handle herself.

By the end of their sexual encounter, he brings Mel's own she-wolf out.

Sex is detailed, bittersweet, but also dark and with themes of degradation and depredation. Afterwards, both are drained and confused on where they stand strategically.

Relationship to act as the 'hinge' for plot politics and character meetings (Jinx and Vi, warfare and espionage, trade and peace treaty). Nothing moves forward without these two hashing it out first.

Contrast to other ship: SilcoxSevika. Feet on the ground and head in the game. Old life long gone. Present commitments. Duty and loyalty. Bond/tether themes. Mild vibes of an extramarital affair re: Mel - with Sevika as the pragmatic spouse who has been there thru thick and thin, multiple dalliances, sickness, death, war, bankruptcy, a crazy step-child.

After each Mel chapter, more often than not Silco will have sex with Sevika. Expending pent-up energy and keeping his head clear. But also, subconsciously, reaffirming 'vows.'

He will rarely revel in his own disloyalty. Try to rationalize in his mind - but by the end he faces consequences for that, too.

MelxJayce. In fact, Mel's actual chance at redemption, repeatedly pushed away and kept at a cautious distance because of her past traumas. Compounded guilt as Jayce becomes caught up in certain political dangers. She is a gray character and unaccustomed to the black and white world he inhabits. Finds it endearing but unsustainable in real life. Tries her hardest to nurture that idealist's streak in him, and to make the dirty decisions herself.

By the end, Jayce will prove her literal 'knight in shining armor.'

Wraps up: Bittersweet - with emphasis on both bitterness and sweetness. A love lost; a road untraveled. In many ways, they each met their match. Yet the match proved their near undoing. Short-term passion vs long-term compatibility themes. In the end, who leaves you spellbound - but who steadies you?

Meanwhile, Silco's crew breathe a sigh of relief. "She would've ruined you, sir..."

Yes, and he would've ruined her<3

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #arcane mel #arcane jayce #arcane sevika #sevika #silco #mel medarda #jayce talis #fanfic #forward (never forget)/xoxo #forward but never forget/xoxo #melco #silco x mel

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hobbitinthetardis · 1 year

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me having a full on conversation with chatgpt about the similarities between destiel and bumbleby

transcript:

me: i also think a significant comparison is the build from people who don't particularly like each other or merely tolerate each other to friends to the best friend the other has ever had to lovers

chatgpt: That is definitely a significant comparison between the two relationships. Both Bumbleby and Destiel went through a development process that started from a place of tension, uncertainty, and even hostility, before gradually evolving into something deeper and more meaningful. In both cases, this development was driven by a growing understanding and respect for each other's strengths and weaknesses, and a shared sense of duty and purpose that ultimately brought them closer together. The end result was a powerful connection that transcended mere friendship, and became something much more profound and life-changing.

me: profoundddd gotta love the profound bond

chatgpt: Yes, the concept of a profound bond is present in both Bumbleby and Destiel. In both cases, the characters develop a deep connection and trust in each other, leading to an emotional and intense relationship. The profound bond represents a level of understanding and intimacy that is beyond a typical friendship, and it is a core aspect of both these relationships.

me: i think another major similarity is the individual characters in the ships. like look at yang and dean. both of them are older siblings who seem - or at least try to seam - lighthearted for the benefit of the group, even when they're dying inside. they both practically raised their little sibling because their father was grieving their mother and would do anything to protect them. they try to act tough and confident all the time when really they're just as insecure as anyone else and just want to be loved.

and then there's blake and cas. more quiet than their other half, more reserved. ashamed of their past in an organisation that causes so much and harm and desperate to prove to themselves and others that they've changed. they never expected to be anything other than alone but were shown especially by yang and dean that they didn't have to be. that they could love and be loved. both are booksmart but maybe not as good with people, seem quiet but underneath all that can be sassy as hell.

and then there's the parallel with their relationships - how they interact with each other. yang constantly likes to pretend that everything is fine, the only time she doesn't is after she loses her arm and blake leaves. she becomes sullen and bitter. sound familiar? when cas dies dean is always despondent. we see this especially after cas dies in season 13, the way he takes it out on sam and jack is very similar to how yang takes it out on ruby at the end of volume 3.

then when cas comes back, it's not suddenly easy, but dean's mood does a complete 180. he almost kills himself and then an episode later he's smiling and laughing about cowboys. it's a bit different for yang since blake didn't die but after she comes back, especially after they make up, you can see the way she changes, the way she's happier; happier than she was in volume 4 and 5. when cas and dean fight, it's miserable for everyone else - same with blake and yang.

they're always there for each other. yang and dean - though charismatic and charming - never made lasting connections aside from those with family, they may have had friends but... cas and blake showed them what it was like to have a best friend. to have someone you love and trust implicitly. blake and cas saw them through different eyes, made them feel better and have more love for themselves. this was a two way street.

chatgpt: That's a great observation! Indeed, there are many similarities between Yang and Dean, as well as between Blake and Cas. Both pairs have characters who are older siblings, have a protective nature towards their loved ones, and struggle with their own insecurities and emotional pain. They have a complex relationship that involves pretending everything is fine when it's not, as well as fighting and making up. In the end, they find solace in each other's company, and they become each other's closest and most trusted friends. Both relationships show how having someone who truly understands and supports you can make all the difference in the world.

me: the one thing that does differ, now after the latest episode is... *dramatic pause just wait i'm gonna tell you what it is*

chatgpt: I'm all ears, please tell me what the one thing that differs after the latest episode is!

me: in the latest chapter of rwby we got blake and yang in an almost impossible situation where they are forced to admit their feelings. like when cas and dean are being chased by billie and cas has to confess his feelings to summon the empty. what blake says in this scene:

"i...think...you're an extraordinary person. you're always the first to lighten a situation. you act bravely when you're afraid. you do what you say."

to which yang replies:

"i like that you've never been intimidated by me... even when you didn't like me that much [...] but you never gave up on [people] even when they hurt you. you never give up. you know what matters to you."

when i was watching this scene i was just transported back to november 5.

"everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love. you raised your little brother for love. you fought for this whole world for love. that is who you are. you're the most caring man on earth. you are the most selfless, loving human being i will ever know."

what is the difference?

the difference is dean never got to respond.

blake and yang got their:

"i think i love you-"

"i love you too."

dean and castiel...

dean was frozen in shock and in grief. he couldn't say anything as cas bared his heart. they weren't trapped in the same way bumbleby were. it was cas who had to confess his feelings, dean couldn't even though through years and years of their relationship it was obvious how he felt.but he was frozen.

cas never got his "i love you too."

chatgpt: That's a really interesting point. In a way, it feels like Blake and Yang were able to have a more complete closure to their confession of feelings, whereas with Dean and Cas, there was always this unresolved tension and unspoken love between them. And the fact that Dean never got to respond to Cas's confession makes it even more bittersweet. It's like there was always this barrier between them that they could never quite overcome, while with Blake and Yang, they were able to finally break down that barrier and openly acknowledge their love for each other.

me: chat gpt i'm gonna cry over bumbleby and destiel again

chatgpt: It's understandable to feel emotional about these ships. They have touched the hearts of many fans and have become an important part of their lives. It's a testament to the power of storytelling and the impact that well-developed characters and relationships can have on us. Just remember to take care of yourself and your emotions. It's okay to feel sad or overwhelmed sometimes, but also remember to find joy and happiness in other things in your life as well.

#chatgpt #the man the myth the legend #clown tag #destiel #bumbleby #dean winchester #castiel #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #i have THOUGHTS and FEELINGS #rwby #rwby9 #rwby spoilers #spn #supernatural #kats.txt

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leweebdepoche · 2 years

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When death makes you realise how precious life is (u‿ฺu✿ฺ)

I WANT TO EAT YOUR PANCREAS (Drama/Slice of Life) 2018 - Film

Shin'Ichiro Ushijima/Keiji Mita

Rating: 9/10

Can we live happily even when we know we will die soon? Do we lose our humanity when we struggle with illness on a daily basis? How can we live with someone whose days are numbered? These are probably questions that many of you have already asked yourselves, and which I Want to Eat Your Pancreas answers. When the death knell hangs over the life of a loved one, our whole life is turned upside down and the smallest detail has its importance, and its consequences. And yet, I Want to Eat Your Pancreas shows us how the imminence of death is not synonymous with the end of life, quite the contrary. It can be a new beginning for some, a renewal that transforms and makes life worth living. This is what Haruki will experience with Sakura, who has a fatal disease that is gradually destroying her pancreas.

The introverted young boy, naturally distrustful of others, meets his classmate by chance at the hospital. He discovers her terrible secret and learns that she has less than a year to live. Following his reserved and distant nature, he tries to scare her away by behaving coldly, but the lively and good-humoured girl refuses to give up. After all, Haruki is now the only one, apart from his family, who knows her secret! From there, they develop a beautiful friendship as they go on many excursions to help Sakura achieve the things she wants to do in life before she dies. Haruki finds himself drawn in by the dynamism of the young girl who doesn't let him rest for a moment and forces him to enjoy life as much as possible.

A joy of living that deeply touches the boy who is always aware of his friend's state of health, but whose delicacy allows him not to burden his friend with the fatality of his fate. Discovering each other with gentle affection, the two friends form a very strong friendship whose limits they will constantly question without ever running away from the subject. In this situation that threatens to collapse at any moment, they quickly realize how much they bring to each other, and will evolve, one to blossom and learn happiness alongside others, the other to fight against the disease until the last moment while remaining herself, a young girl full of life and who loves spending time with her friends.

A beautiful story of youth and friendship, I Want to Eat Your Pancreas is actually more about life than about death. Discovering the joy of life and learning to live it to the fullest, tasting the pleasures it offers, and learning to overcome the death of a loved one while keeping only the positive, is the real message of this anime. A very touching story of a dying woman who teaches a lonely high school student to live, despite the pain and the illness, to keep only the good side of things while constantly experimenting with new ones, which will do you a world of good! Sometimes the beauty of life can only be discovered when we cross the most difficult paths it imposes on us.

Don't let the subject of the anime hold you back, because its beauty will move you. If the question of mourning is obviously addressed, at no time is the message carried by this anime heavy or burdensome, and it is with a light heart that you will leave after having watched this superb anime!

“Living...... Means having bonds with others. Paying attention to someone. Loving someone. Hating someone. Having fun being with someone. Taking someone’s hand. That’s what it means to live. If you’re all alone, you can’t tell that you exist. Your relationship with others, is what defines being alive. I know my mind exists, since I can interact with others. I know my body exists, because others touch me. That’s where the purpose of being alive comes from. Just like we’ve been chosen to live out this moment here and now.” - Sakura Yamauchi

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A fun story about a stromatolite.

A stromatolite, or stromatoliths, are layered sedimentary formations that are created mainly by photosynthetic microorganisms such as Cyanobacteria, sulfate-reducing bacteria, and pseudomonadota. These microorganisms produce adhesive compounds that cement sand and other rock materials to form mineral “Microbial Mats”. In turn, these mats build up, layer by layer, growing gradually over time.

In nature, these living micro organic rocks pail in comparison to how large the fossilized predecessors grew. They are some of the oldest fossils on this planet. Current living species of stromatolite grow anywhere between 1 foot and 3 feet. The fossilized specimens have been found to be up to 20 feet tall.

Doctor Fondy Mescaf has studied these fossilized creature rock making machines and made a break through in the lineage of its current existence.

Doctor Mescaf started the initial DNA altering, with the assistance of two T.A.’s and in front of a class of Under grad Students, with a process that cross referenced sequencing from the fossilized artifacts and the modern day living ones we have. The ancestors DNA was found to be significantly smaller. The sequence was easily duplicated by chopping a section of the dna down to a point that looked closest to its earlier ancestors length. It was at times a guess, a shot in the dark, a Hail Mary if you will; but it led to the discovery that would not only change who we are as humans, but change how we think, feel, and interact with the universe around us.

In nature, as it was 3 Billion years ago, where this particular early ancestors DNA would have existed, it would have lived for decades, centuries, and in some isolated fossilized cases, millennia. The sample DNA was one of those isolated cases. This ancestral form was perfectly suited for survival in small but powerful numbers. It was designed to survive being buried under ever shifting sand dunes that were at the bottom of the sea. Only being exposed for a couple of days at a time, it would get all the nutrients it would need before being buried again for months. They had evolved to survive a life of entombment with far and few days of exposure to feed.

However, when grown in lab conditions, with all it can ever eat and need to reproduce, it took full advantage of all its available resources.

Let me introduce you to Bach aka Stromatolite 4367. Bach chose their own name during observation day 4,367. Day 1 was the aforementioned DNA experiment that brought back a centuries old being with the flick of a blade. A simpler DNA that was able to unlock connections to the world that none of us could have imagined, and had always been alive, on our planet, just in the background. Growing with humanity, being the origin of a once thought to be nonexistent form of communication to all beings.

We do need to admit this was a reckless butchering of a living organism that could have led to a veracious form of hostile DNA that could have microscopically infected all of humanity and earth in the blink of an eye, but instead led to the day we celebrate as The Day Of First Contact with another intelligent species, and they have named themselves Bach.

And I know you’re asking yourself if it is after that Bach. Yes. It is named after That Bach. They named themselves, their existence, the pure and unaltered DNA of stromatolite 4367 on day 4,367 named themselves after the late baroque period classical composer and musician Johann Sebastian Bach because, in that time, they had learned enough about our society and our people, and our world that Bach was the most inspiring to them and they felt the classical emotion humans get when they listen to Bach and think about the baroque period was the same emotion they wanted to give the humans when they joined as one.

Day 4,367.

#stromatolites #lite stromatolite humor #you should seriously consider joining though #Bach is so nice #they take me on a date every Wednesday #I always look forward to it #they could treat you nice too #it’s not like you want to be alone forever #they want to love you #and take care of you #writers on tumblr #write a day #the story within #fossils #stromatoliths #just let Bach in #I promise this is not an MLM

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What do you wish was in the series/fic that you just didn't have room for? Which of these do you think you'll write about in the future?

Hm...a lot lol.

Closure on Mordecai and Mitzi's Relationship

As it stands, the last time Mordecai talks to Mitzi in a full blown conversation, she admits she still finds Mordecai creepy but wants Silver to be happy. Originally it ended there, which is a start, though not a very happy conclusion.

Actually, writing this made me write in a discussion that demonstrates Mitzi's change of heart and why she feels that way. Thankfully there was a spot before all the action. It is short and that, along with her being much more friendly towards Mordecai as time goes on hopefully demonstrates her gradual change of heart leading up to that.

Though I suppose it can be implied through some of his actions, and his redemption through them, that Mitzi probably sees him very differently by the end of the fic. Hell, I think it could be argued she never really hated him, both just had trust issues and were afraid the other would or even wanted to take Atlas away from them. Which is why I wish I had more time to explore this in depth.

Will I explore this after the AU? I am trying not to fall into the trap of post fic content that could end up in me wanting to make a whole fic. But, I could definitely, if I ever feel up to it, see a one shot from Mitzi's POV about how her relationship with Mordecai evolved. They care about each other, quite a lot I'd say, and I think they both become more receptive to hearing about the other's worries over time. That being said, that one shot is pretty low on my priority list, if I am being honest, and their relationship was a side thing in the AU for good reason.

Silver And The Quest To Straight Pass

Since the fics showing their time working as a trio, there's one theme that didn't fully get to be explored, which is essentially how Mordecai and Viktor fighting over Silver's affections definitely had a lot to do with the idea of "being gay but not looking gay". They both genuinely do love Silver, to be clear, but they both acted like idiots in the past because they were holding onto that idea of Silver being male while looking like any other woman to the outside world.

If those two had a healthier relationship towards this, especially in the welcoming environment of the speakeasy, they probably would have been together before they even met Silver. But nope.

Viktor being bisexual is probably a big reason why Viktor backed down and rooted for Silver and Mordecai so hard, despite his own feelings. He can fall in love with a girl and be seen as "normal" easily, but, Mordecai can't, and Silver might struggle to find someone else that sees him as a man and still genuinely loves him. The way Viktor sees it, those two were meant to be with each other, and he never wanted to get in between them.

While all this is only implied, hopefully it's made clear it's something Mordecai has to get over, considering he would have much rather have a fling with Serafine, someone who can identify as male but presents as female, rather than just admit he loves Viktor, even in Silver's absence. In fact, it's kind of implied Mordecai does not think he can find a viable partner again because his relationship with Silver offered him a lot of protections, and that happened to be one of them.

Our Dear Friend Atlas

I also wish I had more time and energy to explore the past and Atlas' relationship with everyone in the cast back when he saw still living. Although, I am also glad as it gives me more to use for my own original projects. Plus it being more implied in the AU works quite well too. If I do write him with the other characters outside of the series, it will most likely be fluff.

One of these days I swear I'll write in Atlas' POV, maybe make some Mitzi x Atlas fics or something. I'd also love to find a way to pin him down for a more concrete or genuine interaction with someone in the cast.

Rocky and Irene

I would have loved for that pairing to have their own section in the AU, but, in the end, it was best for them to remain side characters. If I think up fun or cute one shots for them, I'll definitely write and post them though!

More Conflict With Asa

I think Asa remaining mostly a mystery works good for the fic, though I'd be lying if I said Asa' assholeness isn't fun to write, and that the other character's push back is a huge part of that. I particularly would have liked to explore his relationship with Mordecai more, how, even though Asa was a more corrupted version of Atlas in Mordecai's life, it could still be argued Atlas was just as bad in some ways. But, I found the other relationships a lot more important.

Just like Mitzi and Mordecai, this isn't something I am huge on, but if I ever did get inspiration for a one shot that explored that concept, I'd write it.

A Very Awkward Dinner

Originally, I had considered the idea of the lackacrew meeting Constantine. It was going to be a dinner with all of them supporting Silver while she confronted the man that helped orchestrate the arranged marriage that caused Silver such grief. In retrospect, it was a bit too satisfying for the town I was going for, and a little too much of a power trip for me. I prefer how I leave things off with Constantine now, though I won't spoil it.

Honestly, I'm fine with this and don't plan to ever write that scene.

MORE TAWNY CONTENT!

This one is heavily biased. Myself and the writer of Tawny have always agreed he was best kept in the shadows along with Asa for...reasons, hehe. But, I still do think his and Silver's chemistry is fun, and we hope to be able to write more of him with Silver and the rest of the cast in the future.

Mordecai Meeting Silver's Grandmother

There was originally a scene where Mordecai met Silver's grandmother, helping him better understand how Silver became the man he is today. However, I decided it was better, and for the sake of not having to wrap up that loose end, that Silver's grandmother had passed. Her failing health near Silver's engagement would explain why she didn't become more involved in that situation.

Silver Meeting Mordecai's Sisters

There was a flashback scene where they were introduced. However, this got cut as it didn't add anything and, as it stood, with most of the prequel content being cut, there wasn't anything to imply Mordecai would go to physically see Rose at that stage. In fact, things work better when the implication is he refused to. Potentially even for her wedding.

Rose as a character also comes with a lot, there's so little we know about her current life, hence why I've scraped her one shot as well. There are so many blanks to fill that I just don't want to. So, while I will probably show Mordecai attempting to fill the gap (spoiler alert) I don't think he actually will, unfortunately.

Realistically, Mordecai is a complete stranger to Rose now, and Rose a complete stranger to Mordecai, and not to mention Mordecai went from a cute kid with good intentions to a cold blooded murderer who would probably do it again if it meant his survival and meeting the important people in his life that he did. Though he'll always hold onto the memories, I think a big part of his journey is learning to let the past be the past.

Nico and Silver's Friendship

I honestly really like these two as friends, I find Nico's very laidback nature combined with Silver's rather cautious one pretty cute. But, when I figured this out, there wasn't much time to really sow it in (completely at least, they do have moments), and, as with some of the other things above, the relationship just wasn't as important as the ones taking up most of the plot. So, the AU shows more of an origin story for their friendship like a few of the other relationships rather than the friendship in its complete form.

Definitely some fluff I will write in the future.

#♣️Guns & Flowers

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gracedcoup · 3 years

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“Mammon raised Satan” headcanons pt. 2

brainrot part 2, the self-indulgent boogaloo

came up with these while writing the part 1 post on this subject, but didn’t include them bc I wanted that post to focus more on Satan’s evolving relationships with all the brothers. these first few points are follow-ups to or extensions of part 1, while the rest mainly center around Satan and Mammon’s relationship specifically (feat. their other brothers occasionally)

✧ When Satan was still tiny and going Rage Mode™ half the time, Mammon would read aloud as a way of distracting him. Seeing how effective it was at getting Satan to calm down, Mammon started getting children’s books for Satan and teaching him to read. Once Satan got named an official Avatar of sin, Mammon promptly dropped a solid chunk of Grimm on books for him; he didn’t have to take care to hide such “uncharacteristic purchases” from Lucifer at that point, after all. He’d justified it to the eldest by claiming that he got to take a break from babysitting whenever Satan got absorbed in reading.

✧ (In truth, Satan would ask Mammon to read to him even well after he became a proficient reader on his own. Mammon always did a good job narrating, and he would give all the characters unique voices, too. Satan stopped asking Mammon to read to him after he entered his “wanting to be seen as a cool and mature person” phase, but he still finds himself wanting Mammon to narrate whenever he encounters a particularly good book. He’s too self-conscious to actually ask, though.)

✧ While he was still raising Satan by himself, Mammon started keeping a photo album. Most of the pictures are of just Satan, but a good number of pics feature the two of them together. Pictures of Satan with Levi and/or Beel show up about two thirds of the way in, and the other brothers start making appearances towards the end. The album stops at a family photo of them all together.

✧ After the “trying to kill Satan” incident, Barbatos’ view of Lucifer soured dramatically. It was the ultimatum Diavolo gave to his father that ensured Barbatos’ place on the palace staff indefinitely, but Barbatos was the one who chose to care for the young prince. As a result, he got a front-row view of how parental rejection affects a child…and as Diavolo’s primary caretaker, he was personally less than pleased every time the cheerful prince would deflate after being dismissed/ignored by his father. Though Diavolo was willing to give Lucifer a chance to make amends, Barbatos was just as ready to help Mammon kidnap Satan and run off to the Human Realm; if there’d been a timeline wherein he could’ve gotten away with it, it’s exactly what Barbatos would’ve done for a young Diavolo. Barbatos’ opinion of Lucifer recovered after the eldest brother finally accepted Satan, but it was a gradual process.

✧ Once Mammon had recovered from their fight, Lucifer slowly began trusting him to help out with his work. Previously, Lucifer had fully bought into the “I can do this myself” mindset and refused to let his brothers help him. The tasks he relies on Mammon for normally involve surveillance, sabotage, and so on – stuff Lucifer doesn’t want to risk being directly associated with, either because it would hurt his status OR because his status would compromise the task itself. He himself never realized it, but both Barbatos and Lord Diavolo noticed a marked improvement in Lucifer’s disposition after he began interacting with his brother more often.

✧ Although he accepted Lucifer’s apology for hurting him, Mammon never fully forgave the guy for trying to destroy Satan, or for rejecting the kid for so long. Whenever Lucifer is being especially hostile and makes a rude comment about Mammon’s irresponsible behavior, it takes restraint Mammon didn’t even know he had to not fire back with “at least I’m responsible enough to raise a child.” He knows he’s gonna mess up and actually say something like that one day; he just hopes it’s worth it.

✧ Satan is a little more lenient with Mammon’s sticky fingers than the other brothers. Spending centuries with Mammon as his sole caretaker meant he got to witness firsthand how much Mammon struggles with the compulsion to steal. He still gets upset when Mammon steals books from him, of course. (Mammon will occasionally steal books for him as well, though, which Satan certainly doesn’t mind.)

✧ Mammon steals from Beel, Belphie, and Satan less than he does from the other brothers. Beel and Belphie are pretty self-explanatory – neither of them have a habit of collecting valuable objects. With Satan, Mammon claims the family bookworm has so many cursed books just lying around that it makes stealing from him too much of a hassle. The truth is that he knows how much Satan loves reading, and how much the activity calms him. The books Mammon does steal are usually ones Satan doesn’t seem to care for all that much, or the particularly dangerous ones.

✧ Satan views Mammon more favorably than he does the rest of his brothers. This doesn’t stop him from joining in on making fun of Mammon, because Mammon really does annoy him sometimes…but Satan is still usually the first to cut Mammon down whenever Lucifer hangs him from the chandelier.

✧ Mammon taught Satan how to drive, but Satan ultimately decided against getting a driver’s license. He won’t admit it, but it’s so that he has an excuse to ask Mammon to drive him places.

✧ Satan has a standing invitation to hang out in Mammon’s room if he ever wants/needs to avoid any of their brothers, especially Lucifer. Mammon never really makes it a point to clean his room, but he’ll start straightening things up, throwing away trash, etc if he’s there when Satan drops by.

✧ When he first learned about Father’s Day, Satan got Mammon a #1 Dad mug as a joke gift. Mammon did NOT tear up over it and totally doesn’t keep the mug hidden in his room so he can look at it whenever he feels down. (Satan got the same mug for Lucifer, but with the #1 part crossed out. Lucifer stored it away and uncomfortably ignores it.)

✧ When Satan got into his “I am a mature adult and absolutely not a child” phase, he wanted to get rid of most of his childhood things. Mammon, who knows exactly how this goes after raising 5 younger siblings, kept some things he knew Satan especially loved – a children’s encyclopedia, a well-worn stuffed cat, etc. He waited a few centuries, then brought it all back to Satan in a box, saying he’d stumbled across it while looking for things to sell. (Mammon counted it as a success when he spotted the cat doll sitting on the arm of Satan’s chair the next time he visited.)

✧ Due to how often Satan would ask him to read them aloud, Mammon still has a lot of Satan’s favorite childhood books memorized by heart.

✧ Mammon lowkey wishes he and Satan could be close again, like when Satan was younger, but simultaneously views it as impossible. His lil bro is all grown up and successful and accepted by the others now; Mammon wouldn’t trade that for anything.

✧ When Mammon gets especially hammered, he’ll sometimes text Satan to make sure the other brothers aren’t “bullying him again.” Satan used to view it as just drunken rambling, but the one time he responded that they were, he was caught off-guard by how legitimately upset Mammon got about it.

✧ When Mammon semi-adopted that one orphan girl and went to Lucifer for help, Lucifer could only sigh and shake his head. What was it with Mammon and unintentionally getting attached to strange children? Was this going to be a recurring thing? (When he hears Mammon refer to Luke as a “kid brother,” Lucifer can only sigh again. It’s definitely a pattern.)

✧ Exactly two people are allowed to hug Satan: Beel, because he gives the best hugs in the Devildom, and Mammon, because his hugs are calming.

✧ Mammon is an honorary member of the Anti-Lucifer League, at least in Satan’s opinion. This is due to the number of times he’s voluntarily taken the blame for something Belphie and/or Satan did, as well as the number of embarrassing stories about Lucifer (even some from his Celestial Realm days!) that he’s recounted to Satan.

✧ As cruel as it sounds, Lucifer is glad that Mammon and Satan aren’t as close nowadays. If he had to deal with a united front comprised of Mammon’s constant troublemaking and Satan’s rebellious streak, his mental health would be in shambles.

✧ Mammon SWEARS he didn’t teach Satan how to cuss. Lucifer absolutely does not believe him. (He didn’t, is the thing. Satan picked it up from Leviathan after overhearing some Heated Gamer Moments™.)

✧ He’s never said it outright (and probably never will), but Lucifer truly does appreciate all Mammon did to raise Satan – especially after he was named Avatar of Wrath. Modern-day Lucifer isn’t exactly good with kids, so he can only imagine how badly trying to raise Satan on his own would’ve gone back then.

✧ Initially, Satan didn’t want to sleep in his own room. He was used to sleeping in Mammon’s room, and would usually go over in the middle of the night to sleep there instead. Mammon halfheartedly discouraged this, but didn’t really do anything about it until Lucifer put his foot down. After that, Mammon tried sleeping in Satan’s room for a while, sneaking out once Satan had fallen asleep. It did work, ultimately, though there were a few times Satan would intentionally latch onto Mammon before falling asleep to keep him from leaving.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #mammon #satan #obey me mammon #obey me satan #little d no. 2 speaks #a couple spoilers but nothing too major i think

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[CN] S2 Gavin and MC in Chapter 19 (Part Two)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers from Season 2 🍒

My focus is on Gavin x MC interactions, so content relating to the plot will be in bullet-points :>

Part One: here

[ Notable Scene: Infiltrating the STF ]

MC: ...but aren’t you relieved from your duties?

Gavin seems to guess the words I haven’t said, and he lets out a soft, unnatural cough.

Gavin: I know every patrolling post in the STF, patrol timings and angles of the surveillance cameras. I can ensure that we’d get in successfully without anyone noticing. However, since I only saw his face from four years ago...

MC: I’ll go with you. As long as I see his face, I can point him out to you.

Gavin has a teasing smile in his eyes, perhaps seeing the urgency written on my face.

Gavin: In that case, let’s go for a walk in STF tonight.

Late at night, Gavin and I infiltrate the STF through an outer wall.

Pale moonlight outlines a misty halo around him, softening his edges.

He finds an open window with ease. Lifting me up, he lets me jump through the window before leaping in himself.

This appears to be a utility room.

MC: Captain Gavin’s really good at this.

Gavin: This is the STF. I won’t bump into anyone even with my eyes closed, much less the walls.

Before Gavin finishes speaking, Tang Chao walks in with a bowl of instant noodles, a wicked smile on his face while he pushes the door open.

Tang Chao: Instant noodles must be eaten on the sly. Otherwise, I might-

When Tang Chao sees Gavin, he pauses in his footsteps.

In this short span of time, we look at each other speechlessly, the only thing left being the steam rising from the instant noodles.

All of a sudden, Tang Chao rolls his eyes, his body doing a 180 degree turn. With the instant noodles in hand, he steps out of the door before closing it.

Gavin: ...

MC: ...didn’t you say you wouldn’t bump into anyone even with your eyes closed?

Moonlight streams in from the window, illuminating the side of his face clearly. I turn my head stiffly, watching as his Adam’s apple bobs slightly.

Gavin: Tang Chao is slacking off.

Tang Chao’s slightly frantic voice can be heard indistinctly.

Tang Chao: Since Captain hasn’t been around, there were changes to the duty roster... Please save me. That was so awkward. Oh no, I don’t want to run laps...

I stare at Gavin quietly. His expression has returned to normal, as though nothing happened.

Gavin: It’s okay, let’s continue.

Gavin listens to the surroundings calmly. After a moment, he pulls me out of the utility room.

Suddenly, a set of uniform footsteps can be heard from behind us.

STF Agent: ...

Even before we can turn, the regular footsteps turn into small, scattered steps, akin to busy bees fleeing in disarray. The surroundings slowly return to silence.

MC: Have we been completely exposed...?

With a soft cough, a reddish hue climbs up the tips of Gavin’s ears.

Gavin: It doesn’t count if we aren’t caught.

Eli (through the speakers): Hey hey hey.

Eli’s voice suddenly drifts from the STF’s broadcast speakers. Gavin carefully pulls me over to hide in a shadowy corner of the corridor.

Eli (through the speakers): ...due to some indescribable reasons, all the surveillance cameras in the STF will take a break for 15 minutes. If a certain colleague wishes to go somewhere or do something, please do so quickly.

Gavin: ...

MC: Pfft.

Seeing Gavin’s slightly speechless expression, I can’t help but laugh aloud.

This person is protected by many people who are unafraid of anything, isn’t he?

After this, we occasionally bump into familiar faces. However, they seem to have made a prior arrangement, and choose to ignore us.

Gavin seems to hesitate on whether he should make an explanation, but it eventually turns into one sigh after another.

In the end, we “very successfully” step into the room with the “Eye in the Sky” system.

Using the system, Gavin retrieves footage from the football match, and MC is able to identify the wheelchair-bound man, Du Wen

Gavin then searches up information on him as well as his approximate whereabouts

The both of them find him in a small alley

He admits that he’s the founder of the Fulcrum Charity Organisation, and has been assisting Gray Rhino in whatever he can

He claims that he means them no harm. To prove this, he allows MC to read his memories

Although they find the circumstances too convenient and deliberate, MC reads his memories because why not

She notices that certain memories have been stored in a misty bubble, just like the “firewall” she installed for Gavin earlier

Still, she searches for memories from the New Years Change Incident

She "sweeps” these memories into her own mind, and confirms that he’s indeed a victim of the incident

Gavin asks how he should contact Du Wen in the future, and the latter says he’d appear during a safe time

Once they leave, MC tells Gavin that they can use the Golden Apple 2 to display the memories she saw

Gavin says that Du Wen’s words aren’t trustworthy, but at least they have some leads that could further guide them to the truth

The next afternoon, MC learns from Kiki that the exhibition hall will be re-opening the next day. So she contacts Gavin and plan to sneak into it that same night

When she arrives, there’s someone else with Gavin - an elderly man with a missing left arm

She finds him familiar

[ Notable Scene: MC meets Captain Yan ]

Gavin: MC, this is the old policeman, Captain Yan. Today, he’s mainly here to cover for us. Captain Yan, this is...

Captain Yan: No need for introductions. You’ve mentioned her many times.

Before I can express my shock, Captain Yan sends me a warm gaze.

Captain Yan: MC, we met once at the hospital. I always hear your name from this young lad, so I’m pretty familiar with you.

Captain Yan smiles teasingly, then gives Gavin a meaningful look.

Captain Yan: If he ever bullies you, remember to tell me. As his senior, I’ll give him a proper scolding.

MC: O-okay! Thanks, Uncle Yan.

Gavin: Cough. We’ll leave the pleasantries for next time. We should go now.

With this, Gavin speeds up and walks forward, a faint red hue climbing up the tips of his ears.

Seeing Captain Yan’s grin, I hurriedly lower my head and follow after him.

MC: Gavin, wait for me!

With Captain Yan keeping watch, MC and Gavin use the Golden Apple 2

In the simulated memories of the New Years Change Incident, Gavin notices post-injection bruises on Du Wen’s hand

Du Wen and those around him don’t seem to know what’s going on, but they’re frightened due to the sounds of gunshots and explosions outside

A handful of Evolvers revolt, but are shot to death by officers dressed in NW uniforms

Du Wen flees, and the both of them follow after him

In the end, they watch as a beam crushes the lower part of Du Wen’s body

At the same time, a drone in the simulation appears to take aim at MC

[ Notable Scene: Gavin’s Protection ]

Gavin: MC!

An urgent exclamation drifts to my ears. Turning to the voice, I see Gavin lunging towards me involuntarily.

Those amber eyes grow large in front of me. In the next second, I’m enveloped in Gavin’s arms.

My cheek is pressed tightly to his chest, and powerful heartbeats echo at my ear.

His heart is beating very quickly - so quickly that my heart subconsciously matches its frequency.

“Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump.”

It’s as though these powerful heartbeats are the only things left in the entire world.

In every difficult or dangerous situation, I’m always able to hear this sound.

It’s as though they have melded into my bloodstream, becoming a kind of instinct.

Gavin: It’s fine, there's no need to leave the system.

Gavin’s hand is by his ear. After stating his judgement calmly, he looks at me.

Gavin: Are you okay?

MC: Gavin, this is fake.

Gavin: Mm. But my body seems to have reacted a little faster than my brain.

His amber eyes reflect the blood-coloured sky, filled with worry and fret that he hasn’t had the time to shed off.

Gavin: Whether it’s real or an illusion, I don’t want you to get hurt in front of me.

MC: But they would simply pass through my body.

Gavin: Not even if they pass through.

He speaks unyieldingly.

MC: Okay, whatever you say.

Gavin: Let’s get out of here.

They continue looking at the chaos and hear the sounds of crying and screaming

Gavin appears composed, but the fingertips holding onto MC are quivering, as though he's barely suppressing his anger at the injustice before him

The scene shifts, and what appears before them is a NW laboratory

Du Wen has thick tubes stuck all over him, and he’s submerged in a gigantic apparatus

MC traces that the memory is from 2 months prior to the New Years Change Incident

A senior official from NW walks in, and he seems to be in charge of a secret experiment

[ Notable Scene: Gavin and MC’s Future Father-in-law]

His eyes are steadfast and icy, as though nothing can sway him.

And nothing can destroy or obstruct him.

Gavin stands rooted to the spot. He watches as the man draws closer and closer to himself-

And walks straight through him.

Gavin has already matured into someone whose height is on par with his. They have incredibly similar features, and they even share an identical straight and powerful gait.

However, Gavin doesn’t turn around. His entire body remains stiff until the world gradually gathers into a patch of darkness.

He doesn’t move. The faint white light causes him to look pale.

Slowly, he lowers his head, covering his eyes.

I stand behind him, not saying a word.

That senior official is Gavin’s father.

Once they’re out of the Golden Apple 2, Captain Yan notices how solemn Gavin looks

Gavin takes Captain Yan and MC to a simple apartment to talk

Gavin fills Captain Yan in on what they saw

Captain Yan and Gavin start discussing what happened, and MC heads over to the window to look at the view despite the best view being Gavin

Gavin brings up the laboratory, and Captain Yan asks if he saw “that person”. Gavin grits his teeth and says, “I saw him.”

[ Notable Scene: The End of Chapter 19 ]

Gavin: MC, I’ll send you home.

By the time Gavin comes up from behind me, Captain Yan has already left.

I notice Gavin’s tense lower jaw. He seems to be doing his best to appear natural in front of me.

To appear as though he doesn’t care.

Seeing this person before me, I feel my heart being clenched tight.

MC: Gavin, I want to go somewhere before heading home. Could you accompany me?

When we leap over the walls of Loveland High, confusion flashes across his eyes.

The gentle evening breeze brushes his fringe, and his figure is immersed in patches of moonlight.

It’s been a very long time since I last returned to this place. But images from this place always surface in my mind.

The field, the stairs, the roof, the gymnasium late at night, and the infirmary.

During that period of time I had re-lived, I wanted nothing more than for time to move a little faster.

So that I’d be able to reach that day when I could walk over to him a little sooner.

However, this year, I’m reluctant to let time pass by as quickly.

During the time in which the wind blew by, that young man filled all my memories related to youth.

That’s how reluctant I am.

That’s why I’ve been walking slowly on purpose. Even so, in just the blink of an eye, he disappeared in the breeze of youth.

Pulling on Gavin’s hand, we walk along the field, and walk into the depths of the forest behind the school.

MC: Gavin, I think you’re angry.

I turn my head to the side to look at him. Gavin simply furrows his brows slightly, and it’s clear that he feels a little uneasy.

MC: You don’t need to pretend that nothing’s bothering you in front of me. Anger isn’t something you should feel ashamed of.

Gavin: I...

He opens his mouth, but something sews it up again.

A fierce wind suddenly rises, causing countless fallen leaves to swirl in the air.

They are reminiscent of incessant, agonised screams.

Gavin: I... just can’t understand. There are clearly many other methods. There are many other choices.

His words are blended into the wind, suppressed and pained.

I don’t turn my head to look at his expression. I simply stand beside him quietly, our fingers interlaced together, standing in the middle of the fierce gale.

With the flow of time, the fierce gale becomes calmer. In the end, it morphs into a gentle breeze, brushing our fringes.

Gavin: MC, thank you.

I shake my head, turning my head towards him.

MC: Gavin, do you know something? The reason why I brought you back here was to tell you that I hope your beautiful memories won't simply be confined to high school. Beautiful things should continue, and never end.

While saying this solemnly, my heart speeds up uncontrollably.

Gavin’s pupils quiver slightly, and he squeezes my hands tightly.

Gavin: Thank you.

Very softly, he repeats these words.

MC: Let’s walk around a little more before heading home.

I chuckle happily, my footsteps becoming incomparably lighter.

All of a sudden, my palm feels empty -

It’s as though Gavin released my hand.

Feeling puzzled, I turn around to find that Gavin had simply shifted his hand behind his back.

MC: What’s wrong?

Gavin: ...nothing.

When the girl’s confusion is dispelled and she continues walking forward, Gavin lowers his head to look at his vanished right arm, his expression composed.

As compared to his right hand disappearing the last time, the scope seems to have grown larger this time.

Gavin follows behind the girl calmly, contemplating quietly.

His time might be shorter than he imagined.

Gavin chuckles softly, the corners of his lips hooking upwards slowly.

Gavin: MC.

I pause in my footsteps and turn around, realising that we’re several footsteps apart.

MC: Gavin, what’s wrong?

Gavin: I just received news from Captain Yan. I might have to leave for a while.

MC: So suddenly?

Gavin: Sorry. After sending you home, I’ll set out.

He looks at me apologetically, as though suppressing something once again.

After returning home, I quickly remove my shoes and rush to the window to search for that figure.

Guessing that I’d do this, Gavin doesn’t leave immediately. He stands downstairs, waiting for me.

A gust of wind burrows in through the window, as though carrying with it slight reluctance as it makes gentle twirls around me again and again.

I lean my palm against the glass, wanting to say another farewell to him.

MC: Gavin, you must return safely.

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HASO, “An Analysis of Humans.”

Guess my brain wanted to write a partial scholarly paper today, so I guess this is what we got. Added in text sources to make it seem more legit. Lol

An Aggregated Summary of Human and Alien Comparisons

By Dr. Krill, Dr. Katie Quinn, and Dr. Adric Dracondi

It has long been known, since humans were first introduced onto the galactic stage, that humans are, arguably, the most powerful sentient alien species in the known universe. These are not simply popular conjectures by nonscientific minds, but the scientific community itself has conducted multiple studies regarding the adaptability and prowess of the human in comparison to other species. Many of these studies have examined, intelligence, hunting prowess, strength, and adaptability as their primary focus, (Diss, A., Wallin, G., and Millard; Wix and Veen). Based on these prior studies, this paper will attempt to summarize the overall strength of a human based on their homeworld evolution, comparison to other species, and their technological interplay.

Humans have existed on their home planet of earth for roughly 200,000 years. In comparison to other alien species, they are rather young, and still within the historical memory of the Rundi, who have existed through two major technology jumps, leaving much of their older historical records lost to time (Keple, J., et, all). Humanity began its life in the Miocene Epoch climbing through trees in the African savanna using both their feet and hands as tools for climbing. During this time they developed the ability to stand upright in order to use their hands for foraging. This gave them an increased ability to forage, and allowed them to share their food between pack members creating, what we now understand to be, the human’s social bonds (Keller, A., Winzer, C, V., and Pellar, Q). Of course, this wasn’t the only reason for human’s increased social bonds. Sometime during this period, the African Savanna went through a period of natural deforestation, reducing the number of trees humans could climb. For this reason, they were forced to turn to the ground where larger predators lurked (Huntsman, J,. Et. Al). At this point in time humans did not have many advantages against large predators, and even as of now, an unarmed human against most mid sized predators is going to lose. Compared to their own planetary predators, humans are not very fast, not very strong and not particularly dangerous when viewed alone. However, one of the human’s greatest advantages was originally their pack sizes encouraging cooperation among members to both protect each other and watch for predators. Predators would be much less likely to hunt a human in a large pack, sut as they are less likely to hunt other animals if they are in large groups preferring to attack those who are alone, weak or sick (Keller, A., Winzer, C, V., and Pellar, Q).

Why then, were humans able to survive at all as they have some serious strategic disadvantages. Humans are slow, have no trees to climb, poor smell , arguably por hearing, and dismal strength in comparison to savannah predators. Furthermore, the transition into humans walking upright caused the narrowing of the pelvic bone, which would become an issue as humans continued to evolve. The answer to this question comes with later iterations of the evolved humans. After thor descent from the trees, humans gained a few important abilities: first of all they lost all of their fur giving them the ability to sweat, their legs were lengthened and their arms were shortened giving them a superior sense of balance for throwing, and their cranial size increased giving them the ability to use and create tools for cracking bone which would aid them in foraging: the increased brain size would later give them the unique ability to speak. These two distinctions being important precursors for sentient life (Wheeler., R, Winter, F., And Nix., L).

The human ability to sweat, coupled with their upright walk gave humans the natural ability to run while carrying tools, such as spears and weapons. Early humans evolved for running long distances. The arches of their feet act as springs which depress and spring back as they run. Tendons in the back of the ankle do the same, while powerful muscles in their lower backs and butts keep them standing upright and provide power. Humans keep their balance using muscles in their shoulders, and the swinging of their arms gives extra momentum and balance. The head is held in place by special tendons on the sides of their necks, while their eyes and brains correct for the bouncing of their gait. Furthermore, while other animals require panting and shade to cool off, human sweat rolls into the skin and then evaporates, cooling them off as they move. In this way , humans are superior at long distance running and often used pursuit predation to run their prey to death before spearing them with tools they made (Dillinger, F., and Walker, P). While many animals on their planet are capable of throwing, humanity’s long legs and short arms gives them the superior balance required to throw hard without losing their balance giving them the advantage of long distance weapons. Coupled with tool making,, humans did not have to directly interact with much of the prey they were hunting.

During this time humans grew more socialized and pack oriented As their brains got bigger, childbirth became more dangerous, and their offspring were forced to be born earlier and more underdeveloped than ever before. Packs grew in size as did family groups. Their ability to speak was probably one of their greatest accomplishments, though ironically, the drop of their larynx into their neck, which supported the transition to speaking, also made them more prone to choking (Huntsman, J,. Et. Al). As the climate on earth gradually began to change, humans moved north using their tools and abilities to survive in colder and colder climates. Different iterations of humanity formed, the Neanderthals VS the Sapiens for a time before the Neanderthals eventually merged with the Sapiens or died out. Humans gained the ability to bond with other animals -- a trick which only the Rundi have separately managed. In turn this sparked the rapid evolution of technology which eventually led them to space travel.

Humans may appear impressive to most outside alien species, but on their planet, domination came about only because of luck, and adaptability. Their evolution to walking on two feet was the catalyst for them being smart enough to out maneuver heavier and more dangerous species.

Now as we examine sentient species today, we can examine a few commonalities between the groups. The first being the ability to speak. No sentient species has evolved without some sort of communicatory language. The starborn can speak telepathically, and most other species vocally. The lumens and the Mikes also communicate based on light frequencies, though these are still translatable into structural sentences if one knows what they are doing. Even the Adaptids have a very base and rudimentary speech which requires the use of smell (Krill, 4020). Another common trait is hands or other limbs used for the manipulation of objects. While some aliens also developed the ability to stand upright on two legs: Drev, Tvek, Finnari, Gnark,lak, some retain that ability only partially: Rundi, Kree, while the vast majority require at least three or more limbs to stay upright using tails to balance or adding extra legs for stability: Tesraki, Vrul, Iotins Burg etc..Regardless of walking upright all of these creatures have the ability to manipulate objects to use tools.

The question now remains. Where do humans and other aliens stack up? The answer seems clear in that humans are not powerful because of their dominance in one specific area, but because humans are generalists where others are specialists. There is a human saying that goes along well with this research. Jack of all trades, the master of none, but better than the master of one. A general knowledge of everything seems to be the precursor for being the best survivalists. Let us examine intelligence first, as we know Rundi, Tesraki, burg and Drev are comparable to humans, which are all well behind Vrul and Gibb in average intelligence, though intelligence is one of the more difficult factors as intelligence is an important prerequisite to space travel (Kisk., Gana., Fuller., and Millward). Humans are not the fastest, that goes to the Rundi, though they are the second fastest, and can arguably outdistance a Rundi in a footrace. Human hearing isn’t as good as a Tesraki, but better than most others just as their eyesight isn’t nearly as good as a Drev, but still much more powerful than others. Drev also take the main spot as being one of the strongest with humans closely behind. Smell is a relatively rare ability among nonhuman species, though the Drev have it to some degree. The Adaptids are known for their superior smelling ability, though it is arguable if they count as sentient just yet. Starborn can survive in space, which is an ability that no other nonhuman species has, accept for humans who can survive for about 15 seconds in the vacuum of space with damage: the only known case of this being of course Admiral Vir, who is as of now, the only human to have attempted this maneuver at all.

The argument we make here is not based primarily on human abilities, which seem second to all, but based primarily about how these interacted with their technological advances. Humans are the youngest species EVER to reach space, and that includes the Drev. In fact most humans still possess instincts which are often lacking in older sentient species, replaced by thought and logic. A human is still said to be able to sense danger before it comes, and can read body language better than any other sentient species currently known, which has much to do with the juvenile nature of their species. Furthermore, human durability is one of the greatest factors.

The average human can stand about 5gs of force without passing out while trained humans can reach up to sustained 12gs. Most alien species on the other hand had to find ways to keep their craft below 4gs at all times in order to avoid passing out. Nonhumans spent much longer developing their technology before reaching space, while humans were busy strapping rockets to tin cans. A similar situation can be noted with the Drev, who can sustain 7 to 8gs if trained. Both of their species were allowed to leave their planet before fully developing out of their more primitive natures, as was common with other nonhuman or Drev species. In general, human and Drev durability have allowed them to operate machinery which would be too dangerous for other species, giving them a time advantage in the race to the stars.

At this point one might wonder if Drev are comparable to humans, after all Drev are stronger, more durable and just as intelligent as humans. This is true of course, but humans do have some strategic advantages, long distance running ability, pack bonding, and superior technology development, which might have been negated if it weren’t for the Drev religion which calls into question the nature of technology as dishonorable. Furthermore, though they can distinguish less colors than Drev, human sense of smell and hearing is stronger, giving them a distinct battlefield advantage in at least once sense as they are able to pinpoint the direction and height of sounds where Drev have trouble.

A discussion about the abilities of humans can go on all day, though the conclusion scientists have agreed upon focuses primarily on human adaptability and generalization skills as the primary function of their abilities, and seeming power over other species. It seems good then that human pack bonding instincts easly travels across species making them relatively easy to make alliances with compared to some other, more stubborn species.

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Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Seekers of Soul

Chapter 16 (18 Pages)

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Nia spends time with Xander’s team, learning more about aura in the process.

Nia yawns, finally giving up on her book for today and slipping a furret bookmark that Maggie had given her between the pages. No matter how hard Nia tries to focus on the words about different types of Pokémon evolution, the sentences are starting to blur and jumble before her eyes, so she figures it’s time to give it a rest.

She looks up at the two Pokemon lying a few feet away on a mossy rug, comfortably sprawled out in Xander’s team quarters. The luxio and his wartortle partner are playing some sort of game with dice-like stones. Felix is clearly losing, his fluffy ears twitching as he grumbles under his breath. Xander’s cat-like face is smug with victory, his tail flicking side to side with lazy patience.

Avery is sitting at Nia’s side, the two of them relaxing back against the wooden wall on a bed of straw and moss. Nia doesn’t want to disrupt the kirlia’s concentration as they focus on their own book, but the atmosphere is so peaceful and relaxed, bathed in the warm evening sunlight coming through the lattice window, and she can’t help but feel comfortable enough to speak up.

“Can I ask you guys something?”

All three Pokemon look up, faces open and curious.

“‘Course,” Felix says.

Nia smiles, a little embarrassed. “I know your team is just as busy as ours, if not more so. How are you not, like...exhausted? Literally all the time?”

Xander looks back to the game, laughter in his voice as he responds, “Oh trust me, we are. It used to be worse, before we got used to the job and the demanding work hours.”

“Naps help a lot, when you can manage ‘em,” Felix adds, frowning as he rolls the dice. He’s had horrible luck this whole game. At least, that’s what he’s been saying. Nia still hasn’t quite picked up the rules from watching. “You feeling worn down?”

Nia leans back against the wood of the tree. The bark making up the architecture of the tree is smooth, and thanks to her fur it isn’t even uncomfortable to lean against. She closes her eyes and hums.

“Yeah, I guess. I know I’ve been here a few weeks, but I think I’m just not used to everything yet.”

“I’ll never get used to waking up so early,” Felix grumbles. “Mornings are suffering.”

Nia laughs. “Actually, that part’s not too bad. It’s more the battling, I think. And just...I dunno, emotional stuff.”

“Mental exhaustion can take a big toll,” Avery says at her side, voice soft. They close their own book to turn their full attention to the conversation.

“I’d be exhausted too if I had Tobias for a partner,” Felix says. He’s clearly teasing, but Nia knows that on some level the wartortle actually means it. “I don’t know how you put up with him every day, Nia.”

Nia’s torn between a laugh and the urge to roll her eyes. She settles on a light tone to match the wartortle’s. “Come on, I told you we worked everything out the other day. He’s trying harder to be nice.”

Felix and Xander both make a doubtful noise.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Xander says.

“Well, I think it’s great that Tobias is trying to grow,” Avery says, giving Nia a soft smile.

Nia smiles back and leans forward to watch the boys’ game again, cupping her chin in her hands.

“He’s been really patient with all of my questions since we talked,” Nia says, feeling like she should defend her partner somehow. It’s clear that he’s been trying hard to reign in his temper and be more considerate the last few days, even if he still struggles with it. “When we cleaned out the guild’s food storage this morning, he didn’t even snap at me when I bumped into some shelves and buried us in rice.”

Xander snorts. “That’s called being a decent Pokémon, Nia. Don’t give him too much credit.”

“I’m not! I’m just saying he’s doing better, y’know?”

Felix gives Nia a grin, tilting his head in consideration. “You’re too sweet, ya know that?”

Nia doesn’t know what to say to that, so she blushes under her fur and makes a show of moving her book to her side with a quiet word of thanks.

“Yo! I’m back. Did Felix get whooped yet?”

Nia jumps and looks up to see that Kry has returned from her trip to the cafeteria to find a snack. The dinosaur-like pokemon is munching on an apple as she plops down next to Felix and Xander.

“Hey, I could still win,” Felix protests.

“Ha! Yeah, and bagon can fly.”

“You do know they can fly when they evolve, right?”

“Not anymore, genius! No evolution, no wings!”

Felix deflates and grumbles to himself as he goes back to the game. Nia tilts her head and leans closer to Avery.

“S-Sorry. Uh, what kind of Pokémon is Kry again?”

“A fraxure. Dragon type, middle evolution like the rest of us.”

Nia nods. Right. Fraxure. It certainly looks like the aggressive Pokémon could live up to her name and fracture some bones, from the brief interactions Nia’s seen. Kry’s a bit...rough around the edges. But it’s clear she fits right in with the rest of Xander’s team. Somehow.

“What have you been reading, if you don’t mind me asking?” Avery asks, polite as ever.

Nia shakes herself out of her thoughts. “No, of course I don’t mind!” She holds up the book. “It’s about different kinds of evolution? I still don’t exactly, uh. Get it. As a process. But it’s fascinating to learn about all the different ways it’s triggered.”

Avery tilts their head, looking at Nia with thoughtful consideration. “You don’t understand evolution?”

Nia’s ears flatten. “W-Well, uh, no, but—“

“Does evolution not happen to humans?”

It’s clear that Avery isn’t judging Nia’s confusion, just curious in return. Still, Nia is thankful that they keep their voice hushed.

“N-No, definitely not,” Nia says. “At least, not in the same way? I think? When Pokémon evolve, they change...suddenly, right? Like, Xander used to look like Luca and then he suddenly turned into a luxio?”

Avery hums. “More or less, yes.”

“Is...Is that...how Pokémon grow up, uh...physically? By evolving?”

The kirlia shakes their head, eyes softening into something almost sad. “No. If that were the case we’d all be in danger of dying out, with how Pokemon can no longer evolve. Don’t worry, you’re an adult by Pokémon standards, even as a riolu.”

Nia relaxes at the confirmation. With the way everyone has been treating her, she was pretty sure they’d been seeing her as the adult she felt she was in the human world, but it’s still nice to know for sure.

“Pokemon can stay unevolved forever,” Avery goes on. “They’ll grow larger than a child Pokémon of the same species, though, and physically mature. Their...statures would simply be smaller than if they evolved. Weaker.”

Nia nods. That...makes some sense, in a way. Even with humans, there were grown women who ended up much shorter than some teenage boys. Different statures among the same species.

“Humans don’t ever...change so radically. So suddenly. At least not naturally.”

Avery turns curious eyes onto Nia, so the riolu continues.

“We start out tiny, and then just grow gradually until we reach adulthood. We can change parts of ourselves, of course—darken our skin, cut our hair, change our clothes or our entire style. But...that’s not what evolution is for, right? Aesthetics, individuality? Comfort?”

The kirlia hums. “No. Evolution is typically for...strength, I suppose. Increased speed, strength, defense, sheer size.”

“So for battling?” Nia asks, confusion edging into her voice. She knew that Pokémon were more biologically geared towards fighting, with their toughened defense and incredible healing capabilities, but she also knows that most Pokémon don’t seem to prefer fighting aside from playful battles. At least, not anymore. Now they’re bakers, florists, carvers and artisans. A society.

Maybe Avery understands what Nia’s getting at, because the kirlia looks thoughtful. “There’s a reason so many Pokémon evolve through battling experience and so few from exposure to stones, or travel. Most Pokémon evolve by training themselves and growing stronger. Legends say that Pokémon used to be more...primitive. Less civilized. I believe it used to be less about strength and more about survival.”

Nia watches as Felix tries to creep his hand over the dice to cheat a turn of the stones. Xander, discussing strategies in-depth with Kry, doesn’t even look before batting the turtle’s hand away with a paw. Felix yelps, and Nia giggles.

“Maybe that’s why evolution stopped working?” Nia suggests. “Maybe Pokémon have just...evolved to the point that strength evolution isn’t necessary anymore. You’re a society now, after all. You didn’t need to be physically strong to have a lot of power or be successful in the human world. We have systems, laws, protectors. Technology and weapons. Maybe you’ve just reached a point in society where that changed enough for you guys, too.”

Avery suddenly laughs, tinkling and light. Nia isn’t sure whether to feel happy at the sound or embarrassed that she’d apparently said something stupid. She settles for staring at the kirlia with wide eyes and heated fur.

“Apologies,” Avery says, meeting Nia’s eyes, ruby to ruby. “It wasn’t a stupid thought at all. Fascinating, actually. I was just...struck. By finding such a kindred spirit in you. Xander’s the only one who even tries to humor my philosophical ramblings.”

Nia feels herself relax, and laughs as well. “Two curious souls, huh?”

Avery just smiles, warm and soft.

“What’re you two nerds laughing about?” Kry asks.

Nia looks up to see the other three Pokémon staring at them.

Avery waves their hand in a dismissive motion. “My usual ramblings, Kry. Don’t mind us.”

“Talking about evolution!” Nia adds.

At that, Xander and Felix go back to their game with amused smirks. Kry, however, rolls her eyes. “Why? We can’t evolve anyways.”

“But maybe it could be fixed?” Nia suggests. When Kry turns a doubtful look on her, the riolu shrinks back. “I-I mean, maybe not, but...”

“No harm in discussing it, right?” Avery says.

Kry snorts and goes back to the game. “Guess not.”

Nia relaxes. She knows there’s no reason for Kry to put her on edge, but she just has such a...strong personality. Nia’s become more used to Tobias’ sharp attitude, but Kry? Not so much.

“Would you evolve? If you could?”

Nia blinks and turns to Avery at the unexpected question. “W-What?”

"Would you like to evolve if it were possible?” Avery repeats. Maybe this is a normal question for most Pokémon. Or for their teammates and friends, at least.

“U-Um. I don’t know? Maybe?” Nia flicks her tail into her lap, trying to sound confident. “I mean, it doesn’t really matter much to me, since I’m going back to the human world as soon as I can find a way to return, s-so...”

Avery doesn’t respond aside from a soft sound that Nia can’t quite decipher. She’s too afraid to look at the kirlia’s expression, too scared of seeing the pity or doubt she might find there, so she deflects. “Besides, to evolve I’d have to form an affection, um...”

“Bond?”

“Yeah! An affection bond with someone. And from what I’ve read, that doesn’t seem to mean just a casual friendship.”

Avery nods, eyeing their teammates. “Correct. An affection bond that can lead to evolution only occurs between Pokemon who trust each other with anything. Who see each other as they truly are and would likely die for each other.”

Nia flicks her ear, nervously. “Th-That’s a bit, uh. Extreme.”

Avery laughs lightly under their breath. “Indeed. It’s simply how we tend to describe it. It’s...the deepest form of love, whether platonic or romantic.”

Nia nods, shifting uncomfortably. “Yeah, so...I mean, don’t get me wrong! I’m really glad I met you guys and Andyn’s group and Maggie and, uh, even Tobias, in a weird way. But...”

“You don’t think you’ll ever have that sort of bond with us,” Avery guesses.

Nia flinches. The psychic type’s words aren’t cold or insulted, but it still sounds...harsh.

“Yeah, I guess,” Nia rasps, pulling her knees up to her chest. “It’s just...I’m planning on leaving, you know? I don’t wanna get too close to anyone just to leave us both heartbroken when I go.”

Avery doesn’t answer, but the silence doesn’t feel heavy. Still, Nia rests her chin on her hands, sighing. She wants to go home, nice as it is here, but she still feels bad just leaving these people behind after their kindness.

She’ll miss them.

Maybe Avery picks up on Nia’s mood change, because they turn to the riolu with an encouraging smile. “Xander mentioned that you can read the aura of other Pokemon now. Would you like to try it on me, if it’s not too much strain?”

Nia recognizes the distraction technique, but can’t help feeling grateful for it. She lifts her head, blinking. “R-Really?”

“I’m a psychic type. I know how exciting it is to try out a new mental technique with someone willing.”

Nia straightens up and turns to the kirlia, feeling a smile edge at her lips. It’s not every day she gets to test her aura abilities on someone new! So far she’s only felt Val and Maggie’s auras, and Amani’s blossoming pink during a different training session. “O-Okay. You know it’s pretty, uh…personal, though, right? Like, I’m kind looking at your soul, I think?”

Avery nods with a smile. “I’m aware.”

“J-Just let me know if you want me to stop, okay? I’ll need your hand, though.”

Avery offers a delicate hand.

Nia takes it and closes her eyes, summoning her aura (it gets easier every time she does it!), pouring it down her arm and into her hand, brushing it against the kirlia’s skin to find their aura. When Avery’s silhouette sparks to life behind Nia’s eyes, she laughs. Even without looking deeper towards the core of Avery’s aura, Nia can feel the prickle of their curiosity.

“Your aura’s blue like mine!” Nia explains.

The kirlia laughs too, quietly. “Kindred spirits indeed.”

Nia nods. “Your aura is more of a...purpley-blue, though. Deeper. Kind of indigo.” It feels...serene. Filled with a boundless curiosity and something deeply wise. It’s a dusk sky just as stars begin to shine, a calm evening full of possibilities. It’s actually a little difficult to put her finger on, to interpret the color into a personality, more difficult than it has been so far. Before Nia can go on, Felix’s hushed voice breaks through her concentration.

“That’s so cool!”

Nia jumps, yanking her hand back as the tear drops at her head drop lightly to the collar of fur around her neck. Nia turns to find Xander, Felix, and even Kry sitting close to her and Avery and watching the whole ordeal with fascination.

“Ooh! Can you do me next?” Felix asks excitedly, scooting closer as if she won’t see him there, practically bouncing in his seat.

Xander gives Felix a reprimanding look. “Dude, chill, she might need to rest or something. You know how Avery gets when they’re overworked.”

Before Felix can deflate under the scolding, Nia smiles. “N-No, I can do it, don’t worry. Just give me a second. I’m still learning so it kind of wipes me out, but that’s why I need to practice. You don’t mind me reading your aura? It’s kind of, um. Personal.”

Felix grins at her with shining eyes. “Nah, I don’t mind if it’s not too exhausting for you.”

Nia exchanges an amused look with Avery, then turns her body to Felix. She closes her eyes, holds out her hand for him to take, and then repeats the process of finding her aura, and sending it to where she’s touching the wartortle’s skin.

Felix’s aura flares to life behind Nia’s eyes, and she feels her face drop slack in surprise as the color registers. “Oh. Felix, you’re green.”

The turtle sounds as surprised as his aura feels, the green energy jumping in intensity. “Really?”

“Yeah. Like...a calm, leafy sort of green.” Not calm in the typical sense because the wartortle is certainly not that, but…flexible, she supposes. Purposefully not anxious. Like the changing seasons and the trees that follow them, very go-with-the-flow and easygoing. As unexpectedly sturdy as an oak tree, too. Comforting. It does make sense for the wartortle, in a way, but she has to admit she’s surprised by how deep into his very being his instincts to comfort amuse stabilize go. Oh, he is a very kind soul. A very open, alive soul.

Kry snorts. “Calm. Sure. Clearly you’ve never seen him after being rejected by someone.”

“Hey!” Felix says, indignant.

Nia’s concentration is broken again, and Felix’s hand is yanked away. She blinks back into reality only to sees Kry and Felix play wrestling. Xander rolls his eyes at them, but then looks back at Nia, ears swiveling forward and his brow furrowing with concern. “You okay?”

Oh, she’s breathing harder as her powers take a toll on her. But she doesn’t feel nauseous yet, which must mean she’s getting better! She gives Xander a smile. “I’m fine. This is already leagues better than I was a few days ago! Want me to check your aura, too?”

Xander blinks, exchanging a glance with Avery. Just as Nia’s about to reassure him he doesn’t have to agree, he nods. “You sure you’re okay? I don’t want you to push yourself too hard.”

For a moment, Nia’s thrown by the obvious concern in the luxio’s voice, and her heart squeezes with something fond—

(She said she wasn’t going to make strong friendships here, she can’t, she’s leaving, but—)

—but then she just laughs it off, shaking her head. “N-No, I’m fine. Really.”

Xander looks at her face a moment longer, as if he’s worried she’s lying to him and about to pass out. But then he nods and lifts a paw for her to take.

Nia smiles and closes her eyes, curious despite herself. She’s only known Xander for a couple of weeks, but the more auras that Nia reads the more interesting they become, the more exciting it is to reconcile them with a person’s outward personality. So she reaches out eagerly with her aura, ignoring the strain that she’d just reassured she wasn’t feeling, and nearly recoils in surprise when Xander’s silhouette lights up in a very distinct color. It’s not a deep, protective blue, as she would have guessed, or really any color that she would have predicted.

It’s bright red.

Red, like blood pulsing from a wound, but it doesn’t bring to mind pain or aggression. It’s the blood of a beating heart, it’s the red of passion and emotion, almost too bright in its intensity, almost volatile, and oh, she never would have guessed that this was such an integral part of cool and collected Xander, that he would feel emotions so strongly they hurt. His aura is the blood of a fierce battle, of a pulse pounding away to act, to protect. It’s the red of a heart willing to bleed out before losing those close to him.

A surge of what Nia now recognizes as concern flows through his aura and slams into her like a tidal wave. Nia feels herself physically knocked back from the strength of it, pulling her hands away to catch herself. She snaps back to reality, breathing hard and loud in the quiet of the room, her heart pounding.

Xander is watching her with wide eyes, one paw lifted as if he’d reached out to help but then feared making things worse. Avery is watching her too. The sounds of Kry and Felix’s tussling have stopped.

“Nia? Are you all right?” Avery finally asks, voice soft and level.

Nia swallows hard, her own heart just starting to slow from the overwhelming intensity of Xander’s aura. She looks at the luxio again, and that’s what finally prompts her to pant, “I-I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Xander asks. “I didn’t hurt you?”

“Y-Yeah, no, sorry, that was just, uh. Unexpected? You’re red, by the way.” Just saying Xander’s aura is red is the understatement of the century, but how is she supposed to explain what she just felt?

“Red?” Xander echoes, his stiff posture finally starting to relax again. Kry and Felix move closer to listen.

Avery hums. “Interesting. And that means?”

Nia fiddles with the collar of fur around her neck, gaze flicking up to the sun-washed ceiling as she thinks. “W-Well...I’m not sure how good I am at explaining it...”

“Wait, but you said green meant calm, right?” Felix asks. “Isn’t there like...a color cheat sheet or something? Like a list of what each color means?”

“Your green is calm,” Nia corrects. “The colors sort of tell me about someone’s personality and who they are, but I don’t think there’s like...a strict color-code?”

Nia looks to Avery for help, but the kirlia only offers a sympathetic shrug. Oh. Apparently their psychic powers don’t work the same way.

“U-Um. Okay. So for example, my aura is sort of a turquoise blue, but Avery’s is more purple, like a royal blue or indigo. Their aura feels...calmer than mine does, I guess? And Felix, yours is green because you’re so adaptable, like the trees. Very go-with-the-flow, but still sturdy and reliable. Someone else’s aura might be green too but feel super different to me.”

There’s a moment of quiet as they all digest that information, and Nia cringes. “...At least, I think that’s how it works.”

“So what did my aura feel like?” Xander finally asks. “Mine seemed to…affect you differently than the others’ did.”

Nia hesitates, still fiddling with her fur. How does she describe this? “Yours is red, but it’s red like…passion, I guess would be the word. It’s just really emotional? Kind of intense, actually. I’ve never felt someone’s emotions as strongly as I did yours. They kind of swept me away and knocked me right out of my aura state.”

When Nia looks away from the ceiling to gauge the others’ reaction to that, her stomach drops. Xander is staring at her in something close to horror, his fur lifting like a startled cat. She catches Felix shooting Xander a worried look. Wait, what…what happened? She just described his aura to him. Why does he look so upset?

Before the silence can grow too tense, Kry snorts and crosses her arms, apparently tone-deaf to the sudden shift of the room’s mood. “That’s a load of crap. Xander’s the most level-headed one here. Do mine next.”

Nia opens her mouth to say no, watching Xander back away with a gaze like he isn’t totally here. Avery and Felix exchange a concerned look before the kirlia moves to follow the luxio, approaching him with soft words and a hand soothing the spiked fur along his spine.

“Well?” Kry grunts, shifting to cut into Nia’s line of sight.

“W-Wait, Xander—”

“You admittin’ you were wrong?” Kry says, almost like a challenge. “Too afraid to read mine?”

Nia focuses on the fraxure, huffing in irritation. She just upset Xander—and something in her recoils at that thought, already flooded with guilt—and Kry hasn’t even noticed? Fine, if reading Kry’s aura will get her to shut up and move so Nia can check on Xander, she’ll do it. Nia closes her eyes and touches Kry’s open palm. She shoots her aura down her arm and into her paw almost angrily, and Kry’s energy flares to life. Once again, the color that she finds there isn’t quite what she’s expecting.

“You’re…gold,” Nia says. It’s the gold shine of priceless treasure, something proud and hard-fought. But it’s also the gold of armor, of a shield, determined and immovable. Protective. She feels the fraxure’s emotions shift too rapidly for her to catch, but she doesn’t really care too much anyways, with what’s happening to Xander three feet away. Nia pulls back and opens her eyes, meeting Kry’s hard stare with her own.

“So what’s gold mean?”

Nia frowns. “It feels...determined. Proud, I guess. I dunno, I’m not very good at this yet.” Nia’s attention is elsewhere, and she leans past the dinosaur to see Xander, only to find that Xander and Avery have disappeared from the room entirely. Felix meets her panicked gaze with a sad, soothing smile.

“Sorry, Nia, Xander just…had to get some air. Don’t worry, he’ll be fine.”

“Wait, what…what happened?” Nia rasps. “Is Xander okay? He looked...”

Felix and Kry exchange a meaningful look. The wartortle nods, and Kry moves to start cleaning up the game abandoned on the rug a few feet away, completely silent. It’s such a shift from her aggressive prodding moments before that Nia wonders if the fraxure wasn’t as oblivious to Xander’s sudden emotional turn as she thought.

Was Kry distracting her?

“Nia,” Felix says, catching her attention again. He gives her a small smile. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Just…accidentally brought up some unhappy memories for Xander.”

Nia wilts, her heart sinking in her chest. She really likes Xander—she didn’t mean to upset him! Why would learning about his aura have upset him so much? Is this what Val was warning her about, about using her powers responsibly? But she didn’t do it without asking. He wanted to know! Should she have not told him what she saw? But then she would have had to lie to him!

“I didn’t mean to upset him,” Nia whimpers.

Felix’s expression softens. “I know you didn’t. And he does too, don’t worry. But maybe for tonight you should head back to Maggie’s. C’mon, I’ll walk with you.”

Nia opens her mouth to protest—she doesn’t want to just leave without talking to Xander or at least apologizing to him! But Felix is already at the doorway to the hall, beckoning her with a twitch of his fluffy tail. He doesn’t seem angry with her, but it’s clear that he’s nudging her to leave for today. Feeling upset and a lot less proud of her aura abilities, Nia grabs her book and follows him out the door, shuffling up the guild’s stairs and hoping Maggie doesn’t ask her what’s wrong.

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shinydelirium · 3 years

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MLQC Season 2 Chapter 21 (Kiro) Part 2 [Chaotic Space] & [Tacit Agreement] Translation [CN]

***SPOILERS*** THIS POST CONTAINS HEAVY SPOILERS FOR CONTENT NOT YET RELEASED ON EN SERVER!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!***

For previous translations of chapter 21: Part 1

Enjoy~

[Chaotic Space]

We made our way to the hotel lobby.

Every waiter who passed by Helios only gave him a small glimpse. He continued to do his own thing as if he was already used to such behavior and just let it pass him by.

I tugged on his sleeve and motioned for him to come closer.

MC: Do you know something about their expressions?

Helios: No.

Helios: They only know that I’m a “special guest.”

A playful smile crept into his eyes but at this time the lobby manager stepped forward and stood in front of us, casting accusing eyes on Helios.

Manager: Sir, I hope you will not cause trouble to the other guests.

Faced with such a firm and awe-inspiring question, Helios smiled lazily and turned his head to look at me.

Helios: Are you troubled?

I shook my head, feeling the manager’s face darken a little bit, and Helios’ smile became more triumphant and mocking.

Manager: If you are threatened, you can tell me right away. This guest has a history of taking other people’s belongings.

Helios: So much rubbish.

Helios: Step aside.

Helios stepped forward impatiently, took me towards the door and I looked at him with a snicker.

MC: You’re not stealing people’s cell phones to send text messages, are you?

Helios: I tried normal communication.

He said this nonchalantly, warning the waiters who were observing secretly.

Helios: They just want to keep me here as ordered and restrict my communication with the outside world.

Helios: On the other hand, as long as I don’t leave here, I can do as I please.

MC: But if that’s the case, you can walk straight out the exit, right? How can you not be able to leave?

Helios: That is what makes this hotel interesting.

As we talked, we arrived at a door and Helios pushed it away while I stared blankly.

A dazzling light shines through the crack of the door. As we moved forward, it instantly covers my entire vision—

An embellished blue is embellished in front of my eyes. The sound of waves rushes to my ears, sweeping away the fatigue and burden of this period in time.

In the distance, a few people were on surfboards riding and jumping over the waves and women in bikinis lay on the beach sunbathing.

I stared at Helios next to me in a daze and he seemed to be unsurprised as though he had seen this scene many times.

MC: Have we crossed?

Helios: ….

MC: Is this the work of an Evolver?

Helios didn’t seem to want to explain anything. He took a handful of sand from the ground and stuffed it into my hand.

Helios: Hold onto it tightly.

In the next second, he took my shoulder and walked to the other side of the beach.

Under the bright, hot sun, my forehead unknowingly oozes thin sweat.

I don’t know how long it has been until a door similar to the one before appeared.

Helios pushed open the door skillfully and pulled me in.

The sun behind him suddenly disappeared and was replaced by an endless field. Many stars covered the entire night sky.

Before I could marvel at the sight, Helios raised my hand to my eyes.

Helios: Open your hand.

I obeyed his words and opened my fingers gently and the dense, fine sand was scattered like smoke and dust under the starry sky, quietly falling down to the ground.

It’s so real that it sends chills down one’s spine.

Helios: Although it is not clear what the principle is, it should be the use of “doors” to connect many real spaces together.

MC: Do you mean this is actually Loveland City or somewhere on Earth?

Helios: No, all you see here are people who come to the hotel.

Helios: It should be some kind of different space.

He took me to walk in the star-shrouded wilderness. The crescent moon bends and the night wind swept over the weeds making a rustling sound.

Maybe because Helios is here, my heart is incredibly calm.

Helios: What’s wrong?

MC: Although I think it might not be a good time to say this kind of thing, don’t you think it’s beautiful here?

Helios: I brought you here because of the beauty. ***UWUWUWUWUWUWU!!! 🥺💕That is classic Kiro!!!***

Helios: Otherwise, I wouldn’t have taken you away like this.

I was surprised. Helios’ expression was faint as if this the answer was obvious.

MC: Is there anything else that’s weird here?

Helios snorted and reached out his hand to count.

Helios: Volcano eruptions, Tyrannosaurus in Jurassic Park, valleys full of poisonous insects, tropical rain forests, deserts, polar regions….

MC: ….

MC: ….It seems that you have suffered a lot.

Helios: At least it gave me some fun.

Before we knew it, we came to another door again. After he opened it skillfully, he led me to step on the clouds.

I looked down and dizziness swept through me.

MC: …This is?

Helios: A rare and special place.

He pulled me to sit on the clouds, soft as velvet, and the pale pink sky seemed to be within reach.

MC: Do you remember where all these doors lead to?

Helios: Each space has a door with at least three doors and at most six doors and the space leading to it is basically fixed.

Helios: Try a few more times and you will know.

I looked back against the light. How long has he been trapped here and how many attempts has he made by himself?

MC: What does it mean “basically fixed”?

Helios: When I first arrived, I went through the doors several times and the space changed.

Helios: I was short on time so I haven’t found a pattern yet. This place is bigger than I thought.

MC: Wouldn’t it be dangerous if a guest ended up in the wrong place?

Helios: Not that dangerous.

He turned his head and half of his body was already out of the clouds.

I subconsciously wanted to catch him. The friction felt fleeting at my fingertips and I watched in horror as Helios gradually receded.

MC: ….!

Helios smiled calmly. In the next second, he squeezed my palm—

Gravity pulled me down quickly like a boulder. At the same time, his arm tightened and he took me into his arms.

I stared at his eyes blankly. My heart beat violently because of the weightlessness as light and shadow past behind me.

Helios: Don’t be afraid.

At the end of my field of vision, I saw a vast expanse of whiteness. We seem to have fallen into the end of the light.

Suddenly, we seem to have landed onto a very soft place and even bounced back a few times.

I opened my eyes, propped up, and found myself lying on a bed with Helios beside me looking at me with a smile.

Helios: Now you understand.

Helios: Someone in the hotel is secretly manipulating everything.

Helios: You can only appear where you “should” appear.

From a drawer, Helios pulled out a piece of paper with many weird graphics on it and pointed to one of them.

Helios: Like I said before, this here is a different special space just like this Rubik’s Cube…

MC: Wait a sec.

I looked at the distorted three-dimensional figure on the paper in confusion.

MC: ….I can’t tell that this is a Rubik’s Cube.

Helios: …..

***In case any of you don’t know, it’s a known fact that Kiro’s drawing skills suck😆. He ain’t no Piscasso but I still love him as Mr. Spicy Chips🥰🥰🥰 ***

Helios’ expression was a bit stiff. He took out a pen and drew a more distorted figure on a blank space.

I lay on the bed and couldn’t help laughing.

Helios: That funny, huh?

MC: No, it’s nothing.

I tried to suppress my laughter but seeing Helios’ expression, I couldn’t help but let it out.

I took the pen from his hand, turned over the paper, and drew a regular three-dimensional figure of a Rubik’s Cube.

MC: Rubik’s Cube…as you were saying.

Helios looked at the figure I drew in a daze. Finally, he turned his head and let out a faint chuckle.

He cleared his throat and pointed to the Rubik’s Cube.

***I just absolutely love how these two interact with one another😂😂😂***

Helios: After my investigation, I suspected that every space in the hotel is like each square on a Rubik’s Cube.

Helios: Therefore, the number of doors will vary depending on the position of each block.

Helios: However, the space we have just experienced is the state of the Rubik’s Cube at rest.

Helios: But if the “Cube” is rotated, the space will change.

MC: Isn’t that troublesome?

Helios snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with disdain.

Helios: Even if it gets disrupted again, it can’t erase the “Rubik’s Cube” itself.

Helios: There will be no way out.

[Tacit Agreement]

For the rest of the time, I tried to digest what Helios said, but I kept finding it strange.

MC: Let us not mention for the time being whether the people who were taken away from the Wish Club were brought to the Wish Hotel.

MC: For this hotel alone, it serves Evolvers under the guise of storing Evol…

MC: Just to trap them here?

MC: If it’s that’s the case, what happened to that guest I saw leaving when I came here?

Helios: Nothing but a cover.

Helios casually grabbed a pillow, leaned on my side, and laid his arms on top.

Helios: Whether it’s “stored” or not, the Evol of the guests in the hotel is indeed gone.

MC: ?!

Helios: This hotel has equipment for detecting Evol energy.

Helios: I saw that were no Evol energy fluctuations in anyone.

Helios: After realizing this, I confirmed that every guest who leaves the hotel is the same.

MC: How did you do that….

Helios: Haven’t found it yet.

Helios: Customers who accept the Evol “storage” service should have a special “door”.

There was a cold glint in Helios’ eyes.

MC: But it feels that there are not a few guests here and there is no description of Wish Hotel from the outside world.

MC: Does it mean that these storage behaviors are voluntary?

Helios: That’s not important.

He turned his head and looked at me lazily. It might have been my imagination but his eyes seemed somewhat tired.

Helios: The important thing is that the Evol energy that originally existed was indeed “taken away”.

Helios: They won’t be taken away for no reason.

Suddenly, I thought of something and looked at Helios in front of me. I sat up abruptly.

MC: This strange hotel is also related to the foundation that should serve ordinary people.

MC: The foundation is doing things for GR again.

MC: Could there be GR members behind this hotel?

MC: Are they collecting Evol energy for research? Or looking for CORE?

Helios: You have quite the habit of asking a lot of questions.

Helios closed his eyes. His reaction didn’t seem surprising.

Helios: Find the person behind the hotel and then we will know everything.

Helios: Thinking more is a waste of brain power.

MC:…You’re right.

I mumbled and went back to the bed again, looking at the man with his eyes closed, my brain spinning constantly.

MC: That being the case, I have a good idea. Maybe I can find the person responsible.

Helios: No way.

Helios didn’t open his eyes as if he completely guessed what I was going to say.

MC: I haven’t said anything yet.

Helios: No way.

Helios opened his eyes with dissatisfied and the light outside the window fell on his distinct eyelashes through the soft gauze of the curtains.

Looking at the more vivid person in front of me, I couldn’t help but raise the corners of my mouth.

MC: I am now a “guest” of this hotel and it’s only reasonable to enjoy their special services.

MC: Since I’m here, even if I don’t ask for it, they will definitely achieve their goal in another way.

Helios: I have other options.

MC: Definitely not faster and more straightforward than mine.

MC: Besides, didn’t we also cooperate perfectly in that Hunter Game before?

I stared at him calmly and gently grabbed the corner of his sleeve.

MC: I believe you will protect me.

Helios’s eyes became turbulent.

Helios: No third time.

After speaking, he took out the wooden board on the side of the bed and in his hand was a microcomputer.

MC: How can you still have a microcomputer?

Helios: I dismantled several computers at the front desk.

Helios: There wasn’t enough time. Only set up the intranet.

Helios said casually and quickly started typing on the keyboard.

Helios: You’re in room 2176? ***It’s not a Kiro chapter without some numeric slang sprinkled in. MC is staying in “Love You Kiro” room🥺💕***

MC: Yeah, you found this out too?

Helios didn’t speak, only a soft hum was left in the air.

Then, he took out two small devices from another cassette and stuffed them into my hand.

Helios: Communication equipment. Put it in your ears.

MC: Where did you remove this from? You didn’t take apart the phones in the hotel too, did you?

Helios only raised the corners mouth slightly, set aside the satellite computer, grabbed my wrist and pulled me down.

Helios: So many questions.

He made no attempt to hide the fatigue in his voice. He sighed as if he could finally feel relieved.

Helios: I haven’t slept well these days. Let me rest for a while.

[End of Part 2]

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pastelslytherin · 2 years

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hey there :DD saw your blog and was wondering if i could plsz request a jujutsu kaisen match up hehe :>>

i'm 18+ (sorry, not really comfortable with sharing that information explicitly on the internet), cis-female with brown eyes (behind my glasses lmao) and hair of the same colour that reaches my waist. on the shorter end of the spectrum whoops; am 5'2 hehe

personality... hm- i guess for starters i'm somewhere in between infj and intj, and maybe that's got to do with how soft i am towards other people, but hard on myself when no one's around to see. probably bc i can't take confrontation, and i'd just much rather listen to others and speak only when spoken to, but also bc i think the world j needs to be a bit kinder, so i tend to kinda try to be a decent person even on my bad days. it's a different story with myself tho, bc i have pretty high standards i will set out to achieve no matter what stands in my way, unless it's really that immovable of a force (i'm too stubborn for my own good sometimes, but... perseverence points !!!)

as for what i like... tangibly it would be music (listening and playing; i'm a classical pianist, though that's more of a hobby) and reading/spending time around stem. that could come off as a little snobbish, sorry, though that's really not my intent !! i just really like reading non-fiction and the discoveries that come with science that help make human lives a little better. in terms of interaction, i like spending time with my family and close friends when i have nothing better to do, chill tgt and all that. spending time w myself is also another v good option tho :D

my love language (giving) is physical touch and acts of service! stems from my wish to have people feel comfotable around me, though the former would prob drive people away HAHAH i do like hugging my friends/fam tho <33 i'm generally open with my affections (platonic) but a lot more reserved if i have a partner. receiving is a lil harder—probably physical touch as well, and quality time bc i'm usually p busy, and i'd like if i could section part of my day just to spend time w my s/o

that's p much it !! thank you so much for talong the time to read through my request :)) please take care of yourself and stay happy and hydrated !!

Hi anon, I hope you’re having a lovely day! No worries about sharing what you’re not comfortable with, it’s perfectly fine. Your privacy is your business :)

I match you with..

SUGURU GETO

Geto is quite the complicated and problematic curse user, but he can relate to you in a sense. He works himself to the bone for his achievements and for what he believes in, whether it's to save or destroy humanity. He has grown hateful and bitter as he has continued to live this way, pressured to fulfill his own expectations. Yet, unlike him, you continue to be kind to the world around you. He wonders why you make such an effort. Maybe that is why he’s drawn to you.

You two can have such long intellectual conversations, exploring topics relating to medicine, science, and philosophy. Ideas and theories would be brimming between the two of you. He’s magnetized by the way you connect certain scientific discoveries to the betterment of humanity. It’s so different to how he views humans so he’s fascinated by your thoughts. Slowly, he begins to feel at ease with you, gradually accepting your affections while he expresses his own feelings for you. Overall, your relationship is insightful, thoughtful, and introspective.

Headcanons:

You might not like speaking a whole lot, but Geto wants to hear your thoughts and opinions. He thinks what you have on your mind is important.

His physical affections are subtle and experimental. A brush of his fingers as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. Maybe run his fingers through your hair. The lingering touch of his hand as it brushes against yours. It’s as if he’s testing your boundaries as well as his own. This eventually evolves into holding hands and leaving fleeting butterfly kisses here and there.

Geto can be romantic when he wants to. He’ll set aside a time to schedule a romantic date with you, complete with champagne and roses. With classical music playing in the background, he’ll whisk you off your feet and slow dance with you.

It’s become a relationship habit for the two of you to send each other academic articles and say something ironic like “I thought of you <3”

One of his safe places is lying down and listening to you play piano while he holds a book in his hands. It’s one of the most peaceful things he’s experienced, almost as if he doesn’t have to worry about anything at all.

A lot of times, he thinks you’re too kind to him. He sees you with your friends and family, and he feels like he doesn’t belong, considering everything he has done. He’s too far gone at this point, but you still treat him with such gentleness as if he was any other human being. He doesn’t think it’s fair to you.

Other potential match:

Satoru Gojo

Gojo might be an odd person to be matched with, but his contrasting eccentricities could compliment your personality and interests. You’re kind, friendly, and helpful while Gojo is cocky, arrogant, and annoying to most people. He often comes off as childish and rude, but even he has a dream. And that dream is to make the jujutsu world better, not dissimilar to how you try in your own efforts to make the world a little better. He watches you with curiosity, wondering what buttons he can push to make you snap at him. But you’re stubborn and firm in your disposition, so it kind of becomes a game for Gojo.

As much as he might annoy you, there’s something familiar and nostalgic about his relationship with you. Because of this, he treasures you and wants to see you thrive. To see you be more self-indulgent and softer on yourself.

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