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Title: With Blue Flames and Ice we Freeze For @villainmonth Day 5 - Hope Pairing: DabiGeten Rating: T Word Count: 3,834 Read on Ao3 Summary:

Living in Hell isn’t Dabi’s first choice, but after getting kicked out of Heaven, he’s stuck. It’s a pain in his ass, especially when his father forces him to undergo the Trials of Hell in order to prepare him to be the next King of Hell. Dabi isn’t particularly interested in facing the various ‘Sins’, but this is his ‘fate’. With Geten to guide him, Dabi suffers as they descend together into the depths of Hell.

Thank you to @amaisenshi and @ohmytheon for reading this over <3

Dabi watches Geten walk in front of him. She's quiet as they continue their descent into the lower caverns of hell. Occasionally she glances behind her, a quick peek to see if he's still following her.

She's been so damn pissy since they left Hawks. Apparently because the idiot didn't complete the trial properly. Dabi had heard her mumbling about how he didn't try and how love is stupid and the lustful idiot should make himself more useful.

Their eyes catch from time to time and she's quick to turn around. She would be pretty, if it weren't for the words that came out of her mouth.

Not that Dabi cares about that at all.

Admittedly, he doesn't care about any of this. He keeps reminding himself the ends justify the means; all this effort to destroy everything his father has worked to build... but it's also such a pain.

He lets out a long sigh and Geten glances back at him once more, her eyes narrowing into a glare. "What was that about?" she asks.

"What? I sighed? Is that against the rules? Does this mean I lost?"

"Don't sound so excited. You didn't lose," she says. "Even if you did, maybe I would keep leading you to the next door, just to see you struggle a little bit."

She pauses, rolling her eyes as if she's remembered the whole ordeal all over again. "Especially since the appointed sins aren't doing their job."

This woman.

"Are you going to tell me how Hawks fucked up or no?"

She turns towards him, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? So now you're digging for information? Mr. 'I don't care about this'. She wiggles her fingers, doing air quotes as she talks.

"I don't care."

"Then why did you ask?" She smirks, a devilish look. He can almost imagine the horns curling away from her head, her eyes turning the signature demon black.

"Because you won't stop grumbling about it."

"I don't actually care," she says, shrugging her shoulders. She folds her hands behind her head, continuing to walk forward.

"Then why are you getting pissy?"

"Because," she sighs. "I was really looking forward to watching something juicy."

This woman.

If he cared more, maybe he would've asked where she was from, or how she got this position. Or why she has ice powers in hell. Kind of seems like a waste.

But he doesn't care about this sadistic woman who wants to watch him potentially destroy himself in a fight.

Clicking his tongue, Dabi moves past her, ignoring the roll of her eyes. "Do I even need a guide?" There's only one way to go," he says, gesturing to the long pathway as it curves down so low he can't even see where it goes.

A path of ice curves in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. She skates around, her white hair floating behind her when she stops in front of him. "I already told you, I'm a judge. So yes, you do need me." She shoots a hand into the sky, ice trailing up around the second door. The design is slightly different from the first and Dabi watches as the ice flows around the corner, covering the door completely. "Plus, you wouldn't be able to open these doors without me," she smirks, pushing the large door open.

Rolling his eyes, Dabi wonders what would happen if he didn't follow her. He knows he can't find out; unless he wants to go back up and deal with his father, the only way to go is forward.

The room is another large cavern, but unlike Hawks' room, this one is entirely empty, save for the man standing in the middle of the room. He's facing the floor, His head buried in his hand. He's shaking his head back and forth and it looks like he's muttering to himself.

"Who the hell is this?" Dabi starts to ask.

The man's head shoots up, his eyes looking panicked, desperate, as if he's in need of something. "Like I would tell you," he snaps, his demeanor changing completely. His voice is gruff and full of anger, the aura of seething rage emanating off of his body.

"No! I can tell you!" he cries out immediately after. His voice is so sad now, lighter and higher pitched, like he’s a completely different person inhabiting the same body.

Dabi tilts his head, looking back at Geten. "What the hell is wrong with this guy?"

She flicks her hand, and swirls it around in one spot, ice forming quickly. She raises her hand up, creating a small throne for her to sit on and she immediately takes a seat. "I dunno. Hell didn't tell me who it was picking for the sins this time."

"Does Hell normally tell you?"

"No," she says. "So figure it out."

The man groans, stumbling towards him.

"I won't tell you my name," he snaps, but then quickly shakes his head. "My name is Bubaigawara Jin."

Dabi has certainly never heard that name before. The man stops moving, still clutching his head as he stands in the middle. Dabi glances towards Geten, as if she's going to help. He knows she won't, but he's starting to understand why Hawks was an idiot. Since he let Dabi go through so easily, he has no frame of reference on what to do. Is he supposed to fight this loon?

"Heh," he says, "What's with the back and forth?" Dabi asks, a hint of snark in his voice.

"I'm not crazy," the man says, but he quickly shakes his head again, the light voice trembling nervously. "I am crazy!" He yells this time, the gruff, harsh tone returning.

Dabi tilts his head. With Hawks, it was obvious to him which sin he took the form of... but with this man, he couldn't even begin to understand what he was saying. "Which is it?" Dabi mutters under his breath.

Taking a step forward, Dabi wonders momentarily if he's supposed to fight this man, but the blond immediately scurries back.

"Stay back!" he yells. "Come closer!" He’s gruff again, his eyes shimmering with anger.

He turns towards Geten, who smirks, a soft laugh slipping from her lips. "Don't look at me, I don't have any answers for you."

During Hawks' trial, he showed Dabi part of his past and he wonders if this guy is supposed to do the same. Of course Dabi's not sure if this guy even knows what the fuck he's meant to be doing.

"Look man, I don't wanna fight or anything. So just... show me your memories and we can call it a day and I'll leave you alone."

He freezes again, his arms trembling as he slowly glances up to Dabi. His hands shake as he grips at his forehead. "Who's memories?! Mine? No. You can't. Yes. You can. No-..." He shakes his head back and forth again so quickly, his head tilting back as he lets out a loud scream. Clones of the man appear in front of Dabi, all of them identical to the original, who is impossible to find now that he's surrounded by himself.

"Unexpected!" Geten gasps, bouncing her legs up and down, draping them over the arm of the throne. "Have fun," she hums.

He rolls his eyes. This whole trial seems like a huge damn pain.

But there's only way to get out of it.

He rolls his shoulders back and takes a moment to think. During Hawks' trial, the idiot had grabbed his forehead, transferring the moments to Dabi's head he wanted him to see, but perhaps that was part of why it was too easy... In this case, Dabi is going to have to be the one to get the memories, since Bubaigawara doesn't seem to want to give them up.

Or he does?

It's unclear really.

Dabi rolls his eyes. "Alright," he snorts, holding his palm up, the fiery blue flames lick around his fingers, igniting immediately. "Let's find the real you."

"You never will," one of them says.

"Or you will! Good luck!"

Dabi clicks his tongue, deciding interacting with this idiot is going to get him absolutely nowhere. He'll cut them down until he finds the real one.

Flames slice through the clones, and they disappear as soon as his fingers cut through the transparent bodies. At least they're not real, that would be a real pain.

Bubaigawara laughs; the sound surrounds him, shooting through the cavern as more clones appear. It's not a normal laugh, it echoes with madness, a level of insanity Dabi has never felt, despite how crazy being trapped in Hell makes him feel.

There has to be something, Dabi decides, that sets the real one apart from the clones. He flicks his tail back and forth, and glances behind him. The clones have surrounded him now, so much so, he can't even see Geten and the ice throne she made herself.

"Fuck," he hisses, wondering if he could break through them. If his flames could touch the real one, maybe he would react differently. The scalding flames would have to do some damage to his actual body, since the clones seem to be something of an illusion.

Clenching his fists, he allows the flames to flow over his skin. It hurts; despite being a demon, his skin has angelic qualities which have never left him, making it difficult to use his demonic flames to the fullest.

But one large shot of fire won't kill him. The flames curl up his arms, and he spins, shooting the fire around from his body. The blue flames flicker throughout the cavern, hitting against the illusions. They shoot out covering the floor of the cavern, curling at the edges. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices Geten's chair starts to melt, and shoots more ice from her palms, fighting against the heat. The clones, however, disappear in bulk, and Dabi tries to focus waiting for some sort of sign-

"Ah! It's too hot!"

"It's freezing me!"

Bubaigawara hops up and down, waving his arms frantically as he tries to extinguish the flames.

"Heh," Dabi smirks, panting heavily, the blue fire slowly pulling back towards his body. His skin is smoking, torched completely. But he knows exactly where the original is. "Gotcha."

Running forward, he charges at Bubaigawara, cutting through the few clones which try to block his way. He thrusts his fist into his stomach with one hand and grabs his forehead with the other.

Bubaigawara's eyes widen and he stares as Dabi grips his head.

He smirks. "Let's see what's inside that fucked up brain of yours."

"You're a guardian angel, Bubaigawara Jin," All Might smiled, leading him through the entryway to heaven.

"A... A guardian angel?"

"Yes," All Might chuckled. Obviously the man was quite used to new angels being rather confused. "It's a very important job."

"Wait," Bubaigawara said. "I'm dead... but I still have to work."

All Might laughed again. "Everyone in Heaven is given a special job. It depends on how you died when you were on Earth. For you, you died protecting someone precious to you and so-"

"Who? Who did I protect?!" he asked. It was strange, no matter how much he tried he couldn't seem to recall who he was, besides his name.

"Ah, Jin, those are questions I unfortunately cannot answer," All Might laughed.

"Why?"

"All right, all right," he said, gently tapping his shoulder. "I know you have many questions, but for now, let me give you a tour." He completely avoided answering anything.

The concept of death wasn't an easy one to grasp. Bubaigawara found himself wondering why his memories were completely gone and who he could've possibly saved?

"When you're a guardian angel, your job is to watch over the humans on Earth. You will assist those in need by sharing some of your grace. We have grace pools where you will replenish your grace and energy. You must not take too much and you must not give up too much. It's a balance, Jin," All Might explained.

He wanted to believe this would be something he would be good at. Watching over others, protecting those in need, making their lives better. As much as having a job while being in the afterlife didn't sound like the most relaxing version of Heaven, he did think it would be rewarding to watch people and provide them with energy to make it through difficult times in their lives.

He wondered if anyone did that for him.

"You will watch over one human at a time. You will follow them until they are no longer in need of grace. Broken humans can always be fixed," All Might chuckled. "That is your main goal. Once you are done, you must move on. Getting attached to humans will cause you to fall."

"Fall?"

"To Hell," All Might said. "Corrupted angels will fall to Hell."

Bubaigawara knew he would never let something like that happen.

Humans were constantly struggling, Bubaigawara learned quickly. Decades passed, centuries... and with every new human he watched over, he felt his soul grow wearier and wearier.

There were times when the job was good.

One woman he had watched over for years died from old age, her life fulfilled. At first, she had been heartbroken when her husband had died young in the military, but Bubaigawara had given her grace, slowly but surely, pouring more and more into her life.

He had watched her in the cloud pool, throughout her life, checking in on her. At first she had been reclusive, barely working, never leaving her house, but the more grace she received, the more she was willing to leave the house. She had married again at one point, smiling with a different young man, someone who loved her greatly.

And Bubaigawara was convinced he loved her too. Happy to see her happy. It was a good feeling, one he was desperate to feel again.

She died surrounded in love and grace. He hoped she had a more relaxing Heaven experience than he did. It gave him hope that humans could live out beautiful lives. He cried when she passed, not wishing to move on to a different human, even though he most likely should have done so sooner.

But there were other times when the job sucked out his grace, leaving him aching and desperate for more. Why couldn't all humans be like the elderly woman who died in her sleep? He chased the feeling, the good feeling.

One human had lost his whole family in an accident, and despite Bubaigawara pouring all his grace into him... that man killed himself, destined to become a Soul Guide for all eternity; leading souls where they belonged in the afterlife. They were only allowed to live in Purgatory, a worse fate than Heaven or Hell.

It was then he realized humans were far sadder than they let on. No amount of grace could save even the saddest ones.

Bubaigawara was convinced he could try. Anything to get the good feeling back again.

"You must not take too much grace, Jin," All Might often instructed.

But why?

Bubaigawara had stopped asking questions, as they often went unanswered.

Standing in the grace pool, Bubaigawara stared at his reflection. His blond hair was messy, his eyes tired. How could he get so little rest when it wasn't something he needed?

He dunked his hands into the water, splashing it up towards his face. It was cool, rolling down his skin. If only humans could feel this level of relief, if only he could give them everything they desired and more.

He glanced around at the pools surrounding him. The angels had plenty of grace... so why? Why couldn't he share with as many humans as possible. They wouldn't notice if he took more than usual, especially now, when they were all on break, enjoying their evenings to themselves.

His fingers touched the tip of the water and he began to pull in the grace to his body. The normal amount flowed into him without any problem and he pulled in a deep breath. He could take more, he could handle it. These people he watched gave him a purpose and he wanted to give them one back.

Bubaigawara pressed his fingers against the water, the glow of grace humming against his fingers, more energy flowed into him.

And he took more.

And more...

More.

His body felt tight, like his head was about to tear at the seams. He let out a cry, his body curling in on itself as though he was about to explode with the power of the grace. He wouldn't keep it for much longer. He could handle it.

He made his way to the cloud pools, his body heavy. His mind screamed, the grace tearing at his muscles. There was too much, far too much. At least he would give up soon.

Stumbling forward, Bubaigawara grabbed the first cloud pool he could find and poured grace into the humans which popped up.

They would all be happy, he could make them all happy.

He stumbled from pool to pool, pouring the grace into the humans he saw, their voices echoing in his mind. He had been warned not to watch too many humans and yet he had given grace to so many now.

He clutched the corner of the cloud pool, staring down at a crying human. This was why he did this... to save them from the pain they felt in their time on Earth. He couldn't remember his time, but he wanted the fulfillment he had felt... watching over the elderly woman. The more grace he gave, the higher his chance of feeling it again.

It was selfish, but it wasn't.

He wanted to feel good, but he wanted them to feel good.

His mind cried out in agony, the humans he watched in pain.

"Why?!" he cried out. "Why are they not feeling happy?!"

Why was he not feeling happy?!

Maybe he needed more. He had hoped this would help him, help humans, but it wasn't doing anything good.

He rushed back to the grace pool, tripping as he dashed inside. He pressed the tips of his fingers the grace pool, his body shuddering as he pulled more and more inside of him. The noises in his head grew louder and louder and he made his way back the grace pools.

He clutched the side, his eyes darting to and fro as he desperately tried to remember who he had given grace too, millions of humans flowed through his mind, his conscious trying to focus on one, but all he could feel was their pain. The tears they felt, the torment they were going through on Earth all screamed in his mind.

In front of his eyes, the cloud pool shifted from human to human, unable to settle on one. Grace poured from his chest, flowing towards various humans, even ones who didn't even need it.

As much as he wanted everyone to feel happy, himself included, all he could feel was pure agony as his mind ripped apart by the excess grace trapped in his body. All hope he had once felt was now completely gone.

Dabi falls backwards, his hand trembling as he looked at Bubaigawara who now sat on the ground.

He swallows, staring at the way he shakes his head back and forth. It seems the human voices maybe never left.

Frowning, Dabi shoves his hands into his pants pocket. "You're a real idiot, aren't you?"

"No!"

"Of course I am!"

No wonder he constantly contradicts himself.

"Did you really think breaking the rules in Heaven would actually lead to anything good? They suck up there."

"It's horrible up there!" Bubaigawara spits. "I miss it so much..." His eyes shift, filled with a gentle sadness.

Dabi can understand those contradictions.

"You threw it away," Dabi spits, glaring down at the man. It takes all of his being not to torch the idiot completely. What the hell had he been thinking?

Dabi still wants to be up there; in Heaven, where he always wanted to belong. It was unfair, being ripped from people who could've loved him.

"Did you really think humans were worth helping?" Dabi asks, folding his arms. He tucks his hands in the crooks of his elbows, not wanting to shoot fire directly in this lunatics face.

"They're all miserable!"

"I... I wanted to make them happy!"

It was strange, though the statements were contradictory... they were oddly similar. Idiotic.

"And look at how far that got you," Dabi says, anger flashing in his eyes. "Let's go Geten. This is done."

A scoff slips from her lips as she hops off her chair, letting it melt immediately. "I'm glad you've decided it's over."

"Isn't it though?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

She glances between the two of them, her icy gaze falling on Bubaigawara's trembling form on the ground.

"It is," she says softly.

"Leave me alone," he says, clutching his head. "No! Don't leave me!"

"It's time to go," she says, walking past both of them.

Glancing at Bubaigawara once more, Dabi follows after Geten. These trials... they must be meant to torture him. He keeps having to watch as these idiots give up the one thing he always wanted. They gave it up so easily; Bubaigawara with his hopeful ideas and Hawks... the lovesick fool.

They're all fools.

He glares at Geten as they step out of the room.

"Are all the trials going to be me dealing with idiocy?" he asks, rolling his eyes as she shuts the door behind him.

"They're all different," she says. "You shouldn't take it so lightly."

"Whatever," he snaps, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Let's keep going."

"Someone's pissy," she snorts, skating forward on her ice. "Did you not enjoy what you saw in Bubaigawara's mind?"

"Was I supposed to?"

"I dunno!" she shrugs, twirling around on the ice. "I'm not privy to what you end up seeing."

"Right. I forgot you're basically useless," he scoffs.

"I would be nice to your judge," she says with a huff. "Remember, you can't open the doors without me-"

"Can we just shut up and keep going?" he asks, stopping in the middle of the path.

She smirks, glancing back over her shoulder. "As you wish, oh pissy one."

"Shut up," he snaps, stepping around her ice as he continues forward.

He never asked how many trials there were, and he's certain if he asks Geten, she'll be cryptic or annoying and he's already tired of this bullshit. The only thing fueling him forward is the petty knowledge he'll get to piss off his father in the end. He can only hope it'll all be fucking worth it.

#dabigeten #dabi #jin bubaigawara #twice #villain month 2019 #bnha #geten #never written twice before but here i am #XD

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the-lichemaster · 6 years

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all the even numbers

Ok then.

2. Outgoing or ShyShy. I making hate eye contact so much I’m eligible for disability benefits.

4. Are you easy to get along with?I think so, as long as your willing to do all the heavy lifting in the conversation department

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?Aggressive brunette women. Or more generally, I like people who have nerdy and weird interests but who aren’t annoying about it and aren’t squares.

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

Judge Judy

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

A homeless guy I met while waiting for the pharmacy to fill my order (he was waiting too). I forget his name, but we talked about waste in capitalism and what our ideal societies would be.

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Answered this one earlier

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

No.

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

No. I imagine she has forgotten all about me.

20. Do you like your neighbors?

I don’t talk to them, but they seem fine.

22. Where would you like to travel?

Answered this one already

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

Getting drunk

26. What do you do when you wake up?

Curse the day I was born, check email and news on my phone

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

I guess my mum, but really it’s a 7 billion way tie with everyone on earth making me uncomfortable

30. Do you ever want to get married?

Maybe, although I think if I did it would just to make someone else happy.

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

No. I used to be really into basketball as a kid.

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

Oh yeah. Never told any of my crushes really.

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

Funny, patient, pushes me out of my comfort zone, like horror movies and metal music (or at least is tolerant of them), dark hair, fangs, horns, bat wings

40. What do you want to do after high school?

I graduated from high school over a decade ago. I wanted to go into Graphic Design, but that didn’t work out (turns out I hated sitting in front of computer all day).

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

I have nothing to say. I am comfortable in silence.

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

Ocean. No critters to look at in space.

46. What are you paranoid about?

People secretly not liking me. Getting locked out of my apartment (When leaving I’ll check my pockets for my keys like six times).

48. Have you ever been drunk?

I’m drunk right now

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

Black

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

Pretty much everything except my taste in things. Also bigger dick, obviously.

54. Favourite store?

I like used book stores, but I probably go to the liquor store the most.

56. Favourite colour?

Purple

58. Last thing you ate?

KFC

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

Not that I can recall, no.

62. Been arrested? For what?

Nope. Too sneaky.

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

I was in I THINK 6th grade (maybe 7th). Our class was out camping by a lake (the school I went to would send the 5th, 6th, and 7th grades out to a camp for the last week of school). Her name was Laura, and I don’t really remember the context (it might have just been her goofing around). All I remember is it what by an archery range.

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

Don’t have any real friends, so you guys win by default I guess

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

I prefer Tumblr but I do have a Twitter, which I mostly use for more political stuff (@jeremyehm if you’re curious). I find Twitter to be really toxic, everyone’s always arguing with each other and being assholes. Plus it’s just an endless cavalcade of bad news.

70. Names of your bestfriends?

Carling Black Label Supreme and Crown Royal

72. What colour are your towels?

Dark grey. This allows spiders to hide in them easily when they are hanging.

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

Zero.

76. What colour is your underwear?

Blue. The pattern is of a polar bear drinking bear.

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

Strawberry

80. What colour pants?

Dark blue

82. Favourite movie?

Alien

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

Haven’t seen Mean Girls, so 21 Jump Street I guess.

86. Favorite character from Finding Nemo?

The barracuda who eats Nemo’s mom at the beginning. I don’t watch Pixar movies, I think FInding Nemo was actually the last one I saw.

88. Last person you talked to today?

The cashier at KFC

90. Name a person you love?

My mum and dad, I guess

92. In a fight with someone?

No, and if I got into one I would lose (unless my opponent was like a baby or on crutches or something).

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

One hoody that I never wear. Should probably give it away to a homeless shelter now that I think about it.

96. Favourite actress?

Edwige Fenech, or Meiko Kaji

98. Do you tan a lot?

I’m part Irish, Danish and English, so I tend to burst into flames when in direct sunlight rather than tan.

100. How are you feeling?

Not too bad. A bit gassy.

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

Mostly everything, yeah.

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

Not really.

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

I don’t think so. I remember towards the end of my senior year there was a girl in my grade who, in retrospect, was hitting on me/trying to hang out with me all the time. I was totally clueless and left her hanging, but I imagine I’m easy to get over.

108. What should you be doing?

Fuck off, it’s my birthday. I’ll do it tomorrow

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

Not really no. Crushes are always a little uncomfortable, but since it’s impossible for someone to like me back I can usually just push it to the back of my mind.

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

Therapist

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

I’ve been down to Seattle and Los Angeles before. Never been to another province of Canada though!

116. Are you listening to music right now?

Yes (listening to the Misfits). Unless I’m watching a movie or sleeping I’m listening to music.

118. Do you like Chinese food?

Love it

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

No.

122. Is cheating ever okay?

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

No.

126. Are you currently bored?

A little

128. Would you change your name?

I think I like my current name fine. Unusual without being weird.

130. Do you like subway?

The sandwich chain? No, it sucks ass.

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Hey this is a duplicate question. Nice job, whoever originally posted this.

134. Can you count to one million?

Yes. I won’t though.

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

Closed.

138. Curly or Straight hair?

Straight, but I don’t really care.

140. Summer or Winter?

They kinda suck equally, but I guess there isn’t any snow in Summer, so I’ll go with that.

142. Favourite month?

I’m going to say April or May. Warm and breezy.

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

Milk, although I don’t really like sweets.

146. Was today a good day?

It was pretty good, went to the dispensary, bought a pipe that’s shaped like a wizard.

148. What’s your favourite quote?

Like this statement from the IRA following a botched assassination attempt on Margaret Thatcher and her cabinet: “Today we were unlucky, but remember we only have to be lucky once. You will have to be lucky always”

I also like a quote from a Maoist responding to Kruschev’s comment that while he was the son of a peasant while the Maoist was from the aristocracy: “We have something in common: we are both traitors to our class.”

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

From “The Best Short Stories of J.G. Ballard”: “I’m beginning to realize it was a mistake to put them in there-all those lights blazing down, the huge floors, high walls.”

Whew, that took awhile. Thanks for asking.

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thatfantasybroad · 7 years

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Nytha had a good time today, to spite her existential dread about choosing the sword over the lute (which I will make a separate post about now that I realize I have yet to do so.) and the impending battle.

The group planned the points of defense for the island and an old party member built some shelters for casters and such.

There was a lot of rp and defense management, but I worry about how much talking/planning I was doing? I always doubt how well I rp nytha as being kind of flighty/dumb like she’s supposed to be. I also worry about stealing the spotlight too much. :x

HOWEVER… we got as much shored up as we could, and the island’s Knight informed us of some stones of far speech/sending stones in the care of an old thorn in our side who owned the local inn, so after identifying the 3 paintings (which were worth a LOT OF MONEY- One was the equivalent of da vinci’s Lady with Ermine- Titled Boy with Squirrel in game) we planned to not only get revenge on this guy, but get the stones to boot. To explain- Lord Hyden (aka Lord Chucklefuck, Sir PrickedBum, Mister Fuckface, etc etc) was unreasonable early on- and when we tried to do the right thing and warn him about the impending blood revel by the Erlqueen, he instead warned the people of the island that we were part of a doomsday cult, taking advantage of the fact that we have two tieflings in the group… so we had our (and esp for nytha- her family’s) good names dragged through the mud.

The following is paraphrased, as I am very tired.

Nytha used the glamored studded leather (which Nytha adores tbqh) and used the command word “Givenchy” (Old elvish word for couture ofc) to change into “a blingin’ Alexander McQueen-esque outfit” to make a grand entrance to the tavern. There was a bit of W.A.S.P.-ey obviously sarcastic talking about the quality of the inn’ s finest wine, “This wine is…. adequate.” She also played the marble capture of her Nat 20 performance check and earned the attention of the room- which prompted Lord Hyden to come over and start talking shit and reiterate that they were from a doomsday cult and further trash talk.

Nytha, with my best suburban white mom outrage impression, went on an indignant DIATRIBE, railing against his hospitality, sharing how filthy the place was before one of NYTHA’S group deigned to help (Grudo Boulderfist the stonechild Mason). The foolish Inkeep stoked the fire by claiming they had no money. OOOHHH BITCH, OOOOHHHHH BITCH YOU DID NOT

Nytha proceeds to empty all of the treasure (which is foolish in it’s own way) out of the bag of holding onto the table, including stacks of gold and platinum , solid gold cherub statues, gold trim, huge draconic scrolls, and some other fancy shit. Pragmatic and paranoid as ever, she put that all away in the bag of holding, and THEN revealed one 10,000gp painting…. then ANOTHER 10,000gp painting…. and THEN revealed the 50,000gp Boy with Squirrel.

Nytha: as you see, I am a woman of esteem! *Nat 20 Persuasion roll, in addition to guidance for a total of a whopping 33* Crowd of Nobles: *Gasp!* Lord Hyden: It’s fake! It’s some kind of bardic magic! Nytha: woud any casters in the room like to challenge the painting with an identify spell? Any at all! Lord Hyden’s Bard: *gravely walks off the stage and casts Identify, and says in a hushed tone,* it’s real…. Nytha: *To Lord Hyden* WHAT NOW BITCH? Persis: *Laughing her ass off* Lord Hyden: *miserably* That’s impossible! How could you have that???

Nytha then proceeded to plug her Mum’s inn to the nobles, then turned to Lord Hyden and said “There is one little thing I want that you could prevent me from telling every inn on Kallasia…. I want your stones of far speech.” Hyden: *floundering* if you’re really rich, you could get your own. Nytha: *scoffs* it’s a matter of convenience. Unless anyone else on the island has them? Crowd of Nobles: *Crickets chirp, No one steps forward* Nytha: there you have it, I intend to have some nicer ones made when the time comes, but this is a matter of necessity. Thank You Ever So Much." She then turned on her heel and swanned out of the room.

That nat20 made my DAY let me TELL YOU.

Later on there was one interaction that deflated her ego a little

Lucca the Halfling: Yeah, I know you guys. You're part of the doomsday cult.

Nytha: >_< *still resplendent in her designer imitation armor* Do I look like I could be part of a doomsday cult?

Lucca: ... I mean yeah, you have horns. ..

Nytha: That's racist! *crocodile tears*

But I will admit it was not deflated by much. :P

#nytha

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