#cant finish this drawing because every time i open it i see this dumbass face he's making and have to take a lap around my room
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OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 15
IN THIS EPISODE OF MURPHY LOSES THEIR SHIT ON MAIN:
“Tell her I said: fuck you, you miserable, conniving bitch. I don’t answer her summons. I don’t obey her orders. I’m through. I’m through with her, with all of you—”
THERE’S LORE, BUT IMPORTANTLY MURPHY REMEMBERS WHY THEY THINK CINDER’S HOT. LITERALLY.
already??? already??? yes, already. this chapter is called ‘nothing personal’ anmd i think that this is a lie. this is abt to get very personal very quickly.
It had taken two more days for Glynda’s soul to become bearable enough for Cinder to sit next to her on a bus.
out of the funniest lines they could have used to open the chapter up, this is just Peak. there’s so many moving parts to this. glynda’s rank soul. cinder having to be nice for TWO DAYS to make her chill out. the fact they’re taking the most menial form of transport of all time. oh my god they were sat beside each other. this is already so funny.
Gravity Dust glittered like volcanic glass.
👈😎👈 we sure love volcanoes around here huh
The clearing Cinder found was some twenty minutes from where she left Glynda with instructions for something salty for her.
im almost POSITIVE im not supposed to find these lines funny but cinder you are RADIATING salt you are COMPOSED ENTIRELY of salt please. you’ve asked for smthng salty and glynda’s gonna come back announcing she’s foiled all yr plans on accident again.
Mercury had stopped sending messages a month and a half ago. Emerald’s last one was a week old.
im almost definitely mentioned it in a prior liveblog but its worth remembering: cinder’s relationship w/ merc and em rly was the deciding factor in me suddenly loving her as a character and i just. every interaction they have hurts so good. cinders got TWO kids and even if her face says otherwise she loves them very much and that heals me on the inside
“There’s no way anyone knows about this island. We’re the only ones out here. Merc and I have to get his shitty frozen pizzas airshipped in.”
“Still. Be careful.” She paused for a moment. “...Is that all he’s eating?”
“You know he’d die before he ate a vegetable.”
“He will, at this rate.”
I LOVE U MOMMA CINDER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA this is SO good. this section HEALS ME!!!!!!!! which is good because i have a feeling the rest of this will gore me alive
"I promise. At the end of all of this, I'm coming back and I'm not leaving again. Trust me."
aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA god u cant tell thru text alone but this section is K I L L I N G me and H E A L I N G me and also KIL L I
“It doesn’t have anything to do with trust,” Cinder said, miserably. “I need you to be safe.”
N G M E
The line between us and them had felt so concrete.
god i just. theres so much i still cant say that isnt 👈👈👈😨👈👈👈 but cinder and hati and all this other STUFF happening in the bg is so good and i just love how nuanced this dumbass is. cinder fall, the woman who never wins, and her brief moments of comfort. she is my ANGEEEEEEEEEEL
Now the only thing left was to deliver her to Atlas; if she had to speak with her more to do that, she would.
Not that she wanted to have to admit that to Hati.
cinder:there’s a lot of we and our going on and i’m a little nervous that the more we talk the more thats gonna happen and i gotta say; not a fan.
and [Glynda]’s desperate for—”
A heritage? A purpose? Belonging?
“She’s desperate,” Cinder finished, softly. Then: “She’s coming willingly.”
this might be another 👈😎👈 situation or im just drawing parallels like a three year old with a newfound ruler but HRM. CINDER. HRM.
Rather, her stomach twisted at the implications. Everything was ready. The machine worked. All that was left was to deliver the final piece.
“Okay. Good.” It was good. It was the culmination of years of work.
whats good and fun is watching cinder wrestle w/ her own humanity and its rly good because even as she tries her very best to use ppl to her own ends that pesky lil soft bitch inside makes her second guess everything and its GREAT fun. u can rly see that as soon as she spends longer than an allotted 10 minutes w/ somebody she starts being like ‘hrm. oh no’. oh cinder. u soft bitch. ilu.
The spot beneath his wing, though… Cinder folded into it as though it were meant for her, as though they were meant for each other, bodies fitted so easily. Here, safe, she closed her eyes and dreamed bleakly of the days to come.
i swear to god i cannot wait until [redacted] and [redacted] and [REDACTED] happens cause then i can lose my shit abt this ALL OVER AGAIN but for now. for now. immerse myself in cinder cuddles. im holding back but on the inside im feral
but Cinder was all calm, sliding through the trees like she belonged here. Like it was her domain by birthright.
FERAL.... FERAL!!!!!!!!!!!!
Because they were not friends, Glynda asked, “Where are we going?”
i love that glynda has to preface it like a reminder. because they were not friends. because she cannot trust winter. because she blocked oz’s number lmao. it’s great seeing how much more... clinical, i guess, glynda’s thoughts are, and it’s a great way to show the narratives differences? its GOOD is what im trying 2 say on main,
Instead, she complained, “It’s so difficult to be so wanted.”
firstly: i love cinder “i have a complaint” fall is
secondly: i am going to read into this. i am going to read into this and divine a second meaning. i am reading into it.
Cinder emerged from the dark like a leviathan sloughing off a sunless sea. It rippled around her shoulders, swallowed the back of her skull, but the only sharpness to her was her smile. It was the first time Cinder had smiled since returning from her meeting with the Manticore.
oho. ohoohohohoooohohohooOUGHHOHOHO she hot. nasty mean lady big hott.
“You don’t scare me,” Glynda insisted.
“Silly you,” said Cinder. “Come on. I’ll lead.”
hohogughgohohoghgh f flirtign.......................,,,,,,,,,.,.,.,.,.,.,.
a faint light was stirring to life before her—suffusing out along Cinder’s chest and throat, spilling from her heart and out through her skin. In the beginning, it was so faint it seemed to be an illusion; but no, soon enough it was undeniable, and Glynda could even make out the rough shapes of the wall and floor.
YEEEEEEEEES i love. glowy lantern cinder. like theres a lot of fun little canons abt cinder in this fic i adore but the fact that she glows is like fuckin TOP. look at her. lil candle baby. shes like a microwave bean toy. i adore her.
She walked like a queen through her domain, seemingly irrespective of where on Remnant they were; even here, underground, in forgotten left-behind places, Cinder reigned.
god im sorry im too busy being gay to even be paying attention to anything rn i LOVE cinder to DEATH,,,,,,,,,, she knows shes the thing 2 be feared around here and its so good. i cant wait for her to open her big mouth and fuck it up again!!!
“High Leader Khan requires your presence in Mistral, Ms. Fall. She advises that you attend promptly, in order to discuss the missing members of our organization.”
A hum. Cinder said, “I don’t want to.”
GHSDFGSDFGHKJDF cinder you are. smthng else. shes just so LIKE THAT. what a great chapter for cinder this has been im SIPPIN baby
okay im doing a lot of leaping haead here and its not for lack of having anything 2 say in fact its QUITE the opposite because this whole bit is. wow. we got lore??? lore??? abt so many things??? what does any of it mean????? I AM NOT SURE BUT IM LOVIN IT (tm)
“It’s not a Semblance, idiot.” The control in Cinder’s voice was all staccato, pitching cold to inferno in an instant. “It was a gift.
okay bear with me for this JUICY LORE but i am Deeply fascinated by this section. im not gonna. say anything because idk how this is tying up yet (bear with) but HOO. HOOOOOOO. im trying to like keep grabbing sections but this whole part is SO GOOD i am loving-- like-- id have to-- TRUST ME THE OG WASNT AS SPICY AS THIS OKAY
THIS IS SO MUCH SPICER AND ITS GOOD
Cinder glowed like the magma heart of a volcano.
ITS SPICY ITS GOOD ITS 👈😍👈
im gonna have to reread this bit to get the full effect because the downside of a liveblog like this is having to stop-start but OUGHGHGHGUGHUGH THE LORE,,, THE MASKS,,, THE FANG??? also sienna dont listen 2 her baby i love u too
Cinder looked like a line to be crossed, and even though they weren’t friends—rather the opposite—Glynda found she didn’t want to cross her. Not now, when the emotion was still raw on her face.
oughgh... the vulnerability. cinder... snoft... but also angery 😔
this was SUCH a good chapter im DYING i love cinder in offal hunt to BITS and this arc is already feeding me so much good shit. fuck yea. FUCK YEA. HELL YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--
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Chapter III
One Main Left Behind
It was a long shift. It felt longer than usual. It was Friday and everyone and they Mama wanted to grab some chicken. The store was short handed too; Young had to be both the Manager and the Cook.
“Welcome to my Chick & Strip how can I help you?”
“Your Chick & Strip? You own that muthafucker?”
“No sir. They just keep the lights on. I say what they want me to say. How can I help you?”
Young and Theo worked in Pleasant Grove at the Chick & Strip off Buckner. The store was located right next door to a Smokehouse Bar-B-Que spot that had been there for as long as Young could remember. Across the street there was a gas station. A couple of steps down the block, there was a small Baptist church. Young’s job was less than 10 minutes away driving and 20 minutes walking. Young rarely walked to work because Texas was usually hotter than Satan’s scrotum.
With his first few checks Young bought a blue Delta 88 with blue candy paint on silver D’s from his Uncle Dick for 1,500. Young paid him in 2 installments; one for 900 and the second for 600. The tint was Presidential. You couldn’t see anything inside. She was his “get away” car, the Clyde to his Bonnie, his bottom bitch. And although she was so raggedy he had to open the hood and touch a battery to the wire to crank her, she was his. She always held him down.
His car matched his environment because he lived, worked, and grew up in an impoverished area. His familiarity with the area made it easy for him to be able to connect with all the races the area served. Pleasant Grove was an inner city area. It was largely comprised of Black and Hispanic people. The area had had its fair share of camera time on local news segments. Theo and Young loved working “in the hood”. These races are nutritiously known in the fast food industry to be rambunctious, difficult, and ungrateful. However, in their experience, people just wanted to be heard and feel respected. Young always adhered to the Golden Rule when interacting with customers so he rarely got into any altercations.
Theo, on the other hand, wasn’t as non-confrontational as Young was. One Wednesday, on Chicken Fried Chicken Day, the busiest day at the store, there was a situation. On those days the restaurant would bring in anywhere from 3,000- 7,000 dollars. On those days, tension ran higher than it would normally. Customers were generally upset because they couldn’t substitute a side order.
One rainy day on Chicken Fried Chicken day a nigga and his woman came through the drive through. Young could tell on the headset from their voices that there was going to be trouble.
Young reached for the answer button on his headset as fast as he could, but Theo was the quicker draw and got there first. Young wanted the call because he was much calmer, relative to Theo, when dealing with customers. Young was really good at hearing what they had to say and feeling where they were coming from. Theo was the complete opposite, once he lost his cool. He was a hot head with a short fuse. Any disrespect may send him flying off the handle.
“Yeah man let me get the Wednesday special. Two of em.”
“Ok sir what sides would you like?”
“What!”
“What sides would you like?”
“Nigga I can’t hear you it’s raining.”
“I know its raining, but sir can you hear me now?”
Theo was light skinnded so you could tell from his face when he was getting flustered. His face was as red as the brightest rose and he had his hands balled up in a fist. Young was on the line so he proceeded to make the order as the customer ordered it over the headset.
A lot of people didn’t like the customer service industry but Young loved it. It was methodical. Customers had the same orders. After a while, prices were memorized, orders were memorized for particular customers, and things got easier and easier to manage. Dealing with customer’s attitudes, regardless of familiarity, was never easy. Young had issues a few times with customers as well. However, it took understanding and patience to deal with angry customers.
Those were two things Theo did not have.
“Man give me two of them specials. Mashed potatoes, brown gravy, macaroni and cheese and two Pepsis.”
“Sir you cant...”
Before Theo could finish the guy was already driving up to the window.
Ding
As Young and Theo waited for the car to get up front, Theo had Young make two specials “regular” with mashed potatoes and slaw. Young asked Theo if he would rather he talked to the customer but he told Young “I got this”. Aside from his looking flustered on the mic he seemed capable of handling the situation.
The driver pulled up in a red 99 Mercury Grand Marquis.
Those cars were nice for two reasons. You could find them fairly cheap and hardly used because generally older people owned them, meaning those previous owners were most likely easy on them when they owned them. Another generally known fact is that someone driving a slab is probably about that action. They are ready to scrap at any given time. There are several aggravating factors that likely indicate you are dealing with a difficult slab owner. Those factors include rims, dread locks, gold teeth, and a powerful system.
The customer that drove up to the window had 2 out of 4 of the slab aggravating factors. Theo had the orders on the windowsill. The customer drove up leaning back digging in his pocket without looking up. He left the wipers on so every 3 or 4 seconds Theo was slapped in the face with cold rainwater.
“That’ll be 4.84.” Theo said wiping his face with his Chick & Strip uniform.
The customer said, “Aight.” And handed Theo a hundred dollar bill.
Theo handed him his food. He then tried to tell him he could not substitute the sides. The customer nodded, appeared to understand, and sped off.
10 minutes later, a woman burst into the store demanding to see a manager. The superior manager Madam Bell came to the front to speak with the woman.
“Yes ma’am?” Madam Bell said.
“That muthafucker over there fucked up our order.”
“What did you order ma’am?”
“I ordered 2 specials with mac and mash and that dumb ass nigga gave me mash and slaw.”
“Ma’am calm down.” Madam Bell said.
The woman was pretty loud, and within moments, Theo overheard her. He was mumbling something under his breath, but the red face and balled up fist were gradually returning.
“Young, who that bitch talking about Young?”
“I don’t know Theo. Calm down.”
“Naw fuck that!”
Before Young could grab him, Theo ran to the front counter and got into a shouting war with the customer.
“Bitch. I told your dumb ass boyfriend in the drive-thru y’all couldn’t do that shit. I told him and he still paid. You can’t sub the sides.”
“Oh he a dumbass, huh?”
“Yeah that nigga is a dumbass nigga and you can tell him I said it!”
“That’s enough Theo!” Madam Bell exclaimed. “Everyone, calm down!”
“I sure will tell him!” The woman yelled as she stormed out of the store.
The Chick & Strip off Buckner was small. On Chicken Fried Chicken Day turned into an all out circus! There were at least 25 people in line in the small lobby and the line for the drive-thru was wrapped around the building. Young wasn’t the main manager but he really didn’t want Theo to get fired for talking recklessly.
Young began talking to Madam Bell in an attempt to explain the situation, the restaurant door flew open with enough force to shatter the glass. The guy that entered was about 6’5’’ 195 lbs. He had a fresh bald fade. He was light brown and fair skinned. His arms were covered in tattoos. He strode in briskly and walked directly to the counter. Right in front of where Theo, Madam Bell, and Young stood assessing the situation.
“Which one of y’all bitch ass niggas think I’m a dumbass?”
“Nigga I think you dumb as fuck. You and yo bitch. What you gonna do about it?” Theo said poking his chest out.
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