#even when she sleeps with spike like yeah honestly fair enough do what you gotta do
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Some Rudy snippets
Aru Shah and the Tree of Wishes 2020
Rudy’s obnoxious jacket stood in stark contrast to Aiden’s usual somber getup of a dark long-sleeved shirt and darker pants. The cousins were engaged in an argument. “The whole point is to be subtle,” said Aiden. “It’s an undercover mission.” “I was born to stand out,” said Rudy. “Well, you’re going to die that way too, apparently.” Rudy shrugged. “Haters gonna hate.”
Rudy swallowed hard, clutching the outer edge of the chariot. “Can we take the stairs?” Beside him, Mini beamed, which made Rudy recoil a bit. “What is it?” he asked. “I like that you get scared.” “That makes you happy?” asked Rudy, inching farther away.
“So what’s this Mr. V like?” Rudy asked Brynne in a whisper. “Gotta adjust my attitude, you know? Am I going for charming? Rich? Rich and charming? Kinda weird? But, like, intellectually weird? Or—” “Silent?” suggested Aiden. Rudy paused, then tapped his own chin. “Yeahhh. Silent and brooding, like you! Okay, so give me some tips. Do you hate everyone, or is it more like an inward, self-loathing thing?” Aiden glowered. “I don’t hate anyone, but you’re proving to be the exception.” “Okay, so not an inward, self-loathing thing….”
“Are you saying the Sleeper left behind Horcruxes?” Aru demanded. “Yeah, I didn’t sign up for a Horcrux hunt,” said Rudy, looking around for the exit. Mini held out Dee Dee, blocking his way.
“We’re going to die here, aren’t we?” asked Rudy, collapsing against Aiden. “I can’t die like this! There’s things I haven’t seen! Music I haven’t listened to! I still don’t know what a microwave does!”
“That’s not fair!” Mini said. She stepped forward, holding up Dee Dee like a scepter. Behind her, Rudy’s eyebrows shot up. “You can’t just execute us because Rudy is a naga—” “Prince,” whispered Rudy. Then he looked at them innocently. “What? It’s the truth.” “He’s never done anything to you,” Mini said to Garuda. “It’s true.” Rudy nodded. “He can barely defend himself,” continued Mini. “Very true,” said Brynne. Rudy opened his mouth to protest. Aiden reached over and closed it.
The Pandavas regrouped, quickly catching their breath. Aru glanced over at Rudy to see that he was kneeling on the ground, rummaging around in his messenger bag. “Rudy, what are you doing?” demanded Aiden. “Go hide!” “No,” he said. The wooden eagle lay before him on the grass. He pulled out glowing stones with a glimmering mesh overlay—something that looked like the heart of the moon, and a chunk of quartz that wriggled as if it were alive. “Garuda thinks it’s broken, but I can fix it.” “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” asked Aiden. “Of course not!” said Rudy cheerfully. “Then why—?” “Because I’m the only chance you’ve got.”
Rudy had sat next to him, on the far side, despite Aiden pointing to the many empty chairs. “Nah, I’m good,” Rudy had declared, scooting closer. Now Rudy was snoring, his enchanted sleeping jewel in his lap and his cheek on Aiden’s shoulder. Aiden was careful not to disturb him as he adjusted Shadowfax.
“Where is everyone?” asked Aru. “The celestials are super into their time away from ordinary people,” said Rudy, grumbling. “It’s like they think they’re so much better than us just because they have a planet. Like, so what? I could make a planet out of all the jewels we have, but you don’t see me running off into space.” Aiden patted his back. “There, there, rich prince. I’m sorry there’s other rich people in the world.” Rudy sniffed. “It’s really hard.”
“I can’t die now! I haven’t seen enough of the world! I don’t know what Florida is!”
The five of them walked toward the entrance, dragging Rudy behind them as he swiveled his neck around and frowned. “What’s that?” he asked, looking at one of the soda machines outside the store. “A vending machine,” said Aiden. “What does it…‘vend’?” asked Rudy. “Soda,” said Aiden tightly. “What’s soda?” “A drink.” “Can I try one?” asked Rudy. Aru had a brief but vivid image of Rudy after he’d downed a can full of sugar syrup, running in circles around the parking lot. Maybe everybody else had the exact same vision, because as one they responded with a resounding “NO.” Brynne looked at Aiden. “Can I knock him unconscious?”
Rudy clapped and started chanting, “Heist! Heist! Heist!”
“Nice,” said Rudy appreciatively. “Could you make me a blue blazer? I want something with tassels—” “Nope,” said Nikita. “Why not?” Aru asked. “’Cause she’s a life-ruiner,” said Rudy darkly. “She ruins people’s lives.” “Because I think red is more your color,” said Nikita flatly. Rudy perked up, then started preening again. “Oh. Well, obviously.” Aiden snorted back a laugh.
“WAHHHHH!” A huge piercing wail rose from Aiden and Rudy’s section. Nikita held her plant closer and glared at the boys. “I said quiet! You’re scaring this one!” A squat green potato-plant baby with one orange spike on the top of its head sat between Rudy and Aiden, howling. Rudy picked it up and bounced it in his hands. “It’s your fault!” he said to Aiden. “It liked chewing on the jewel, and you took it away!” “Because it could choke!” said Aiden, tossing one of Rudy’s shiny gems over his shoulder. “They’re plants!” “And that jewel could cut its roots!” said Aiden, snatching back the baby and awkwardly patting its spiky head. “Shh…” “You’re so controlling!” said Rudy, reaching for the plant baby. Aiden gripped it harder, giving Rudy his shoulder. “You’re reckless!” “Uh, boys?” tried Aru as the ground began to tremble. “Well you’re boring!” said Rudy. “At least I’m fun—” “Fun? Fatal? What’s the difference to you?” demanded Aiden.
Rudy stood frozen, still stunned. He flailed a hand at Aiden. “You can sing?” asked Rudy, awed. “Sometimes,” said Aiden cagily. “Wait, with my music and your voice—” Aiden winced. “Please don’t—” “We—” “No.” “Should start—” “Rudy. No.” “A BAND.”
“Weird,” Rudy said, poking the asphalt on the street. “You don’t use crushed stars in your pavement?” “Rudy, please get back on the sidewalk,” said Mini. “I’m exploring!” “You’ll be roadkill,” said Brynne. “It has a sort of decrepit charm to it,” said Rudy. “I’ll buy two streets. Who do I pay? Hello?”
“You’re my lead singer,” said Rudy proudly. “Nothing is happening to you.” “I’m also your cousin!” “Second priority, honestly,” said Rudy, but he smiled like he’d just won a prize.
Aru Shah and the City of Gold 2021
They found themselves standing outside a decrepit, musty tunnel. “Ugh, what is this place?” Aru asked, staring around her. “It looks abandoned.” “I think this used to be part of a train station in the Naga realm,” said Mini. “I remember Rudy mentioning something like this. “Oh yeah…” Aiden grimaced. “He once wanted to bring me here so we could take ‘edgy’ pictures for his album cover, Rudy Rocks: The Genesis of Rock.” “He’s in a band?” asked Kara. “I mean, he thinks so,” said Aiden.
Brynne aimed a cloud of steam at the being just as Mini threw off the invisibility sheet. Aru cast her lightning-bolt net. There was a sizzling crack and a howl of pain before a familiar voice shouted, “Again with the demented rope? Really, Shah?” The Potatoes raced forward, and when the fog from Brynne’s attack cleared, Aru spied a garish tie-dyed denim jacket, blinding-white sneakers, and a familiar smirk. Pinned beneath Aru’s net, Prince Rudra of Naga-Loka managed a weak wave. “Sup, fellow Potatoes?” said Rudy.
Rudy, what are you doing here?” asked Aiden. He bent down to hoist the naga off the ground, but Rudy batted away his hand and leaped up, dusting the shoulders of his jacket and pretending like nothing had happened. “That’s a nice way to greet your closest living relative,” said Rudy. “You’re not my only cousin, Rudy,” pointed out Aiden. “I’m the only one who matters.” Aiden groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, which he did a lot whenever he was with Rudy.
“I meant the unconscious chick,” said Rudy. “That’s your first question about her?” demanded Aiden. “She’s not a chick,” said Aru. “A chick is a flightless baby bird, and Kara’s got a sunlight trident….” “And she’s smart and has a ridiculous vocabulary,” said Mini. “And exceptional fighting skills,” added Brynne grudgingly. Rudy frowned. “I wasn’t calling her a bird. I was calling her a chick, like, ‘Cute or Handsome being of Indeterminate origin who might Consider Killing you.’ You know. A chick.” The Potatoes stared at him. “So, what’s this chick’s name?” asked Rudy. “You keep using that word…” said Aru. “I do not think it means what you think it means.”
“See that?” Rudy talked, puffing out his chest a bit. “I’m officially on guard duty, which proves that my family thinks I deserved an upgrade in responsibility. I mean, even I lost count of how many times I saved your lives on the last quest. My parents are calling me by my full title now: Prince Rudra of Naga-Loka, Heir of the Jewel-Strewn Seas. And I even have facial hair.” Rudy angled his face up and Aru saw a single sad hair beneath his nose. “Last time I saw you, your mom called you ‘Baby Snekky-Snake’ and carried you into a fountain,” said Mini with a little edge to her voice. Aru snickered. “Also, that is a hair,” said Aiden. “That’s because I had to shave the rest! It was getting unruly!” Rudy scowled. “And my mom was using my DJ name then….” “DJ Baby Snekky-Snake?” asked Aiden. “The music industry is crowded—I need to distinguish myself,” grumbled Rudy.
“C’mon. I’ll take you back to the palace, and you guys can shower.” Rudy paused, sniffing the air and frowning. “On second thought, you have to shower. You smell like rancid potatoes. And you look—” One glare from Aiden and Rudy coughed loudly. “Tired,” he continued.
Rudy went to the elevator and blocked Mini and Aru from entering. “I…I was hoping I could come and help out?” said Rudy, looking straight at Mini. “Seriously. Tell me what to do!” “You can start by getting out of my way,” said Mini, bored. “I mean, yeah, sure, but what else?” said Rudy, staying put. “I’m a prince….” Mini raised an eyebrow, as if saying So? “And my parents are good friends with Lord Kubera! If something goes wrong, I can totally help smooth it out! And I know you’re down one person because of the unconscious girl, so I can fight in her place. Or I could just watch over her and make sure she’s safe while you guys fight?” “Fine. You can come with us,” said Mini, flipping her hair and pushing past Rudy. “But while you may be a prince, I’m a demigod. So let’s just remember who’s the boss.”
“Looks like we’re in the right place,” said Brynne. “Wrong,” murmured Rudy, whipping on a pair of shades. He flipped up the collar of his jacket. “There’s nothing right about this climate for my skin. I could shrivel up here. Look! My scales are dulling already!” “You’ll be fine. I’m pretty sure Dee Dee offers both UVA and UVB protection,” said Mini with a fond glance at her Death Danda. “Now what do we do?” asked Brynne. “I bet the second we remove the shield, the eye will go straight for the House of the Sun, and we don’t know what will happen.” “My mustache…” groaned Rudy. He patted the single lonely hair on his upper lip. “It’s wilting.” “Here, lemme see?” asked Aiden. Rudy turned to him. “Oh good, you can help me, though I don’t know how, considering there’s nothing on your face except—” Quick as a flash, Aiden grabbed Rudy’s mustache hair and yanked it out. “OW!” said Rudy, clapping his hand over his mouth. “What did you do?” “I put it out of its misery,” said Aiden. “And maybe now I can say the same thing for us.” Rudy glared at him. “You’re a monster!”
Rudy fell backward onto one of the clouds and flapped his arms as if trying to make a snow angel. “Very nice quality,” he said. “At least twelve-hundred-cloud count. I wonder where they got this. I heard only Airavata can make clouds this soft, but he’s very particular about who gets his product.” “Maybe it’s a knockoff,” said Rudy haughtily. “It’s not,” said an unfamiliar voice. Rudy scrambled so fast to get out of the cloud that he fell on the floor.
“I understand that,” said Rudy solemnly. “At least, I did, before someone ripped off my mustache out of jealousy.” “It was a hair,” Aiden said with a sigh. “There would’ve been more!” said Rudy. “Eventually.” Brynne swatted both of them.
“My father will hear about this!” shouted Rudy.
“We need the gods’ favor!” said Aru loudly. “DEAR GODS, I PROMISE I’LL DONATE ALL OF—I MEAN, MOST…WELL, DEFINITELY SOME OF MY TREASURE!” hollered Rudy. “What a sacrifice!” snarked Brynne.
“I don’t want to fall to my death!” moaned Rudy. “Probably impossible, since this is the fall that won’t end,” said Mini serenely. “You’re much more likely to die of dehydration or starvation. Or you might get hypothermia and freeze to death.” “WHAT?!” screamed Rudy.
A loud trumpeting caught their attention, and Aru turned to see Rudy standing in front of Airavata. The naga was draped in clouds, and it kind of looked like Airavata had knitted him into a giant meringue. Airavata made a happy rumbling sound, then patted the top of Rudy’s head with his trunk. “Look upon me and despair, mortals!” he said. “I’m ready to fight in my new cloud armor.” Mini giggled. Brynne glared at him. “You look like a deranged cake topper.” Rudy ignored her, and swept a bow in Kara’s direction. “Hi, I don’t know if you know this, but I’m a prince—” Kara frowned, looking confused. “Kara, Rudy, Rudy, Kara,” said Brynne tersely. “Kara, ignore Rudy.” Rudy scowled.
Urvashi opened her arms to Aiden, her nephew, and he embraced her. Rudy, who looked starstruck by the sight of Urvashi, followed him. “Uh, I’m related to Aiden…. Can I have a hug, too?”
Rudy raised his hand. “Um, can I leave now?” “NO!” said everyone at the same time. “I still don’t know what a microwave does,” said Rudy mournfully. “And now I’m going to die not knowing….” “Well, there’s always reincarnation,” said Mini brightly. Rudy whimpered.
“Uh, what’s going on with you guys?” asked Aiden. “Is it puberty?” whispered Rudy nervously. Aiden swatted him.
“Okay, what about my glow-up?” demanded Rudy, holding out a pocketknife. “HELLO?”
“I need some kind of sound blast,” Aru shouted to Rudy over the din. “Something that will knock the enemy back!” “I got’chu, Aru,” said Rudy. He rummaged through his backpack, then hauled out five bright-orange crystals and hurled them into the sea. Noise like the buzzing of a thousand insects filled the air. The Sleeper’s soldiers ducked, flailed, covered their heads, and ran from the sound, leaving one section of the ocean empty and calm. “Good work, Rudy!” said Aru. He grinned. “I’ll stay on noise control!” Rudy shouted. In a blink, he morphed into his naga form and slithered into the water.
“I’ve known this chick for exactly twelve hours,” announced Rudy, gesturing at Kara, “but I will happily destroy something on her behalf.” Kara scowled. “Chick?” “Don’t worry, it doesn’t mean what you think it does,” muttered Aru.
“Ooh,” said Rudy, holding up his phone to show the Potatoes his screen. “Hashtag-IStandWithThePandavas is trending number one on Chatter!” “What’s Chatter?” asked Aru. “It’s like Twitter for the Otherworld,” said Aiden. “What’s Twitter?” asked Rudy. “A cesspit,” said Brynne darkly.
Except maybe Rudy. He seemed delighted with all the new attention. He walked backward, blowing kisses to the crowd through the glass walls of the hallway. People threw flowers on top of the tunnel. “THANK YOU! THANK YOU! FOLLOW ME ON SOCIAL MEDIA! MY INSTAGRAM HANDLE IS—” Mini sighed, grabbing Rudy’s arm and hauling him forward.
“It’s super fun to have an army. Very imposing. Plus, a great driver of tourism if you’re thinking about opening up an island resort or some such.” “Ooh!” said Rudy, perking up. “Yeah…That’s not exactly a priority at the moment?” said Aru. Rudy deflated.
“Like a Horcrux…” Rudy whispered under his breath. “Why do we always end up with Horcruxes?” “No one’s asking you to wear it,” said Aiden. “Oh, thank gods,” said Rudy, letting out a breath. “That chain would clash with all my outfits.”
Rudy decided to return to his parents’ palace. First he gave the Potatoes multiple, though somewhat unwanted, assurances that he’d find a way to see them every week. “I’m literally a hero,” said Rudy. “And I’m a prince. Who’s going to say no to me now?” He winked. Aru noticed that this time he wasn’t looking at her…but at Mini. Who didn’t seem to notice. Or, if she did, she acted like it didn’t matter.
Last week was Aru’s turn, so she’d made them watch Snakes on a Plane. By the end of it, Rudy was furious. “This is the most disrespectful and inaccurate thing I’ve ever seen,” he’d hissed. “We would never go on a commercial flight!” “Yeah, that’s definitely the biggest inaccuracy of the whole film,” said Aiden.
Rudy’s “posse” of naga friends—who kept getting distracted by products of human ingenuity, like staplers—
They all watched as larger pieces of the Boo egg fell away. “Awww,” said Rudy. “This looks just like my baby photos in the family album.” Everyone went silent. Rudy looked confused. “You guys weren’t hatched in two hundred days?” “No?” said Mini. “Humans are weird.”
It was somehow the best and worst game of Hot Potato between the Potatoes. It ended with Aiden and Rudy fighting over who got to hold the chick longer. “You already had your turn!” said Rudy, trying to wrench Baby Boo out of Aiden’s hands. “Gimme!” “You tried to feed him a diamond!” said Aiden. “I was just showing it to him! Everyone loves shiny things!” “It’s irresponsible,” said Aiden, bouncing Baby Boo in his hands. “Why are you the worst?” grumbled Rudy. “He’s going to like me more anyway when he grows up.”
Mini whispered to Rudy: “Say ‘And you have my bow.’” “But I don’t have a bow?” whispered Rudy. “Just say it. You know how Aru feels about Lord of the Rings.” “Can I have a bow after this?” asked Rudy. “No one else has one. I want my own weapon—” “YES, Rudy, we will get you a bow,” said Aiden. “Now just say the line.” “And you have my bow,” said Rudy smugly.
#roshani chokshi#pandava quartet#aru shah and the tree of wishes#aru shah and the city of gold#aiden acharya#aru shah#brynne rao#kara shah#Mini aka Yamini Kapoor-Mercado-Lopez#nikita jagan#Rudy aka Prince Rudra of Naga-Loka#sheela jagan
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Atlas meets Ivan - Drabble
So, I haven’t got any new pictures for you guys, have a short drabble instead. It was a gift for @babydollneko but she said I could upload it here too :)
Moonlight filtered through the thin clouds overhead illuminating speckles drifting through the late-night air. Hard shingles stole the warmth through Atlas’ shirt, prompting shivers. He lazily took note of his leg dangling over the musty gutter pipe. A clean was long over due but the negligence was understandable, it was no simple task to clean the top of a three-story house. Hoisting himself into a sitting position, Atlas stretched his arms in front of him until there was a satisfying crack.
He wasn’t sure how long his nap had lasted but he felt refreshed enough. It was late afternoon when the summer heat left him lazing about, but that didn’t mean much to him. He had also been sprawled on Lady Clara’s ornate lounge, enjoying the firmness of the well-maintained upholstery and the gentle breeze tussling his bangs. To find himself waking on the roof of an unknown building in an unknown street was not how he expected the day to go. Surprising as it was, there was little mystery. Many an adventure in his youth was prompted by accidentally teleporting somewhere in his sleep. It was kind of like sleep walking, but with more stress for Lady Clara. He glanced at his wrist only to remember he had taken off his stylish purple gloves and accompanying compass cuff earlier in the day. This was going to make things more difficult. Oh well, no use sitting around worrying. Scaling down the building with relative ease, he decided to just explore for a little while. It’d be a shame to waste the opportunity. Lady Clara was forever scolding him for roaming around like some tom cat. ‘Come home straight away!’ she’d say. ‘You’re never where you’re supposed to be! Disappearing to who knows where whenever the fancy takes you! Honestly, it’s a wonder I haven’t locked the doors by now!’ Translated roughly, she meant ‘I worry when you disappear, so I want you to come straight back.’ Atlas grinned into his knuckles. She was a funny lady, but certainly good quality. He was an adult now – more or less – and she had relaxed some. It helped that he wasn’t under her constant care and supervision anymore. Still, he’d just have a little look around, then head back. Or, at least, a little look, then try to work out where he would be coming back from. His current location was less important than where he wanted to be, but knowing it would probably help. Music pulsed faintly in the distance, a faint throb indicative of a nightclub type place. Given the back-alley vibes he was getting and the apparent late hour, the club would probably be inhabited primarily by drunks. Atlas sighed. He didn’t want to go amongst drunk people. It was probably the best bet for finding someone to ask his location. Ambling away, he put his money on the opposite direction. Going for the easiest route? Where was the adventure in that?
He must have been a fair way away from Lady Clara’s house. The wind carried a bite more tenacious than that of a summer. Atlas lamented the absence of his favourite dark grey coat. The fur trim, purple of course, was luxuriously soft and oh so fluffy. He really couldn’t complain though, years of waking up in unusual places ensured he was always reasonably covered when he rested. As funny as it would have been, he would not have appreciated exploring in only his boxers.
It wasn’t until the music had faded entirely, replaced with a cricket orchestra more suited to the country than such a populated area, that Atlas finally saw another person. A man, not much older than himself, busied himself opening the large roller doors of a … warehouse, maybe? The mechanisms made such a racket he didn’t notice Atlas approaching him. It was at this point Atlas realised he probably should have tried reading one of the street signs, he had no idea what the common language was here. Hoping it was one he knew, he cleared his throat, immediately catching the other man’s attention. Fabric spun and metal flashed. The knife stopping a mere finger’s width from Atlas’ skin. The two men appraised one another momentarily. This man, decidedly less harmless then Atlas first assumed, was slightly taller than him. His dark hair spiked from his head in organised chaos, complimented by a dark hoody and calculated grin. His teeth were clearly sharp, more so than Atlas’ unusually animalistic ones. Offering a placating smile, Atlas raised his palms to the man. He meant no harm. The switchblade returned to it’s hiding place in one smooth movement but remained at hand. The man’s posture relaxed, replaced with an easy confidence. Most reasonable people would be put off, intimidated even, by a man exuding danger and standing in front of a gaping maw of black. Unfortunately, Atlas was not a terribly reasonable person at times. ‘Foolish’ was almost a nickname at this point. He wasn’t stupid, but, out in the open as they were, he had many escape routes should things go sour. He lowered his hands, resting one in the pocket of his tailored shorts, and waving a greeting with the other.
“What are you doing out here?” Ah, English. He knew that one. Lucky~
“Hello,” More accent than he would like, but good enough, “I got a little lost. Would you mind helping me? My name is Atlas, Atlas Mao.” The man tilted his head, lips pursed.
“You’ve got cat ears.” It was a question in the form of a statement.
“Yep.” He wiggled his ears for emphasis. The man’s grin grew. “Tail too. It was a matching set situation.” Even though he had kept it politely low, he was pretty sure the man had already noticed. The man’s hazel (maybe? It was hard to tell in the dark) eye’s glittered with excitement. “You don’t have … cat people here?” A shake of a head said no. That was unusual, he’d never been to a place where there were no Tainted people. Maybe he was even further than he thought.
“Can I touch them?”
“P-pardon?”
“Your ears. I want to touch them.” The man reached out eagerly. There was a child-like enthusiasm that dampened the automatic ‘no’. Sighing inwardly, Atlas relented and nodded. That’s how he ended up being pet softly in the middle of the night by a very strange man. The plan to wait until his novelty had run its course and then find out where he was, was a bust. The enjoyment the man got appeared to be endless. Being told he was adorable was something he had gotten used to, it becomes necessary when your face becomes a brand, however having someone coo at him in the middle of the night was a bit much. An embarrassed flush crept up his neck as he put some distance between himself and the man. Luckily, he didn’t seem too disappointed, instead pointing out another of Atlas’ peculiarities.
“You’re floating.”
“Yeah. I don’t want to walk. The floor is really dirty, and my shoes are at home.” He wasn’t that high. Maybe a few inches off the ground. The man narrowed his eyes, considering Atlas again.
“You’re not from here, are you?” Finally. He didn’t mind this man, he didn’t know him well enough to decide that he liked him yet, but it felt like some kind of backwards Alice in Wonderland scenario. Given he was the floating cat and all. He really couldn’t stay much longer, he’d promised Lady Clara he’d be in her photoshoot tomorrow.
“No. I’m lost. Do you have a map and a compass I could borrow, uh…”
“Ivan. You can call me Ivan.” He leaned in closer “I mean it call me.” Atlas didn’t know how to respond to either the wink or the playful nudge. “I’ve got those back home, but I gotta do something first.” He entered the abys of the warehouse, calling over his shoulder. “My cat got out, so I’ve gotta find him before we go back.” Nothing else to do, Atlas followed him in, offering to help search.
The deceptively small light on Ivan’s phone lit up a large chunk of the building. How did the phone have a light in it to begin with? Atlas knew there were some technological leaps lately, but wow! Debris was scattered all over the place. Leaves piled wherever the broken roof permitted. A dry, dusty smell filled the air, clinging to the backs of their throats. With all of the shadows and hidey holes, the chances of finding a cat were slim. Even with his sensitive ears, Atlas couldn’t detect anything other than the scuttling of bugs avoiding Ivan’s light. He strained his eyes but there was neither hide nor hair of any mammal. He was about to tell Ivan that he might want to look else where, but the man cut him off, bellowing “KING CRUNCH!” Evidently, Atlas wasn’t the only one to jump out of their skin. The boxes in the far corner began to rustle in response. Ivan ran over, letting out a proclamation of triumph. “I found my cat!” He dragged an angry, hissing creature from it’s nest, returning to Atlas with a massive smile. Beady eyes glared venomous hatred at Atlas. Little round ears were slicked back and grabby hands scrambled in the air, desperate for a victim. The grey-brown fur bristled like needles. That wasn’t a cat. The raccoon seemed to accept its fate, slumping in Ivan’s arms and chattering murder under its breath. Ivan was positively beaming. “Alright, I got my cat, we can go back. Somehow, he always get’s out when the Bae’s there. It’s weird, I know he likes King Crunch. Who wouldn’t?” Atlas couldn’t help but find Ivan’s clear affection towards his ‘cat’ very sweet.
“Why’s he in a jacket?” The fact that the studded leather suited the raccoon was as undeniable as the ridiculousness of addressing raccoon fashion. What an interesting night it was turning out to be.
“Oh, that. I tried to put a collar on him, so no one steals him, y’know, but he just kept getting it off. Neal got the jacket made for him so I would” he air quoted “stop moaning about the stupid collar. Good thing King Crunch is so fat, he can’t get his jacket off. No one’s going to mistake him for a stray cat now. I’d have ta kill them if they did though.” He laughed jovially.
If you’re curious -> Atlas Ivan
Ivan was created by, and belongs to, @babydollneko
Atlas is my character
Feedback is appreciated!
#Writing#story#drabble#original story#original character#not my character#Atlas#Ivan#nekomimi#cat boy#More at my deviantArt SweetCatMint
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Sick Fic/Comfort Fic
@puns-and-patton @moonlight-lyrics
“Probably wasn’t the best idea to let Logan try to take care of Lyric when she’s sick,” Virgil muses, watching Logan stand just outside the doorway to Lyric’s room in the mind palace---the mechanics of how she is even there is on no one’s mind at the moment, though Logan will probably research it to death later.
“Cut him some slack, Verge,” Patton admonishes with a grin. “He volunteered. Said he thought he could do it.”
“So, uh, um, er, you good fahm?” Logan asks Lyric, holding a tray of soup.
Virgil rolls his eyes and plants his face in his hand. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he mutters. Logan takes careful steps into Lyric’s room so he doesn’t spill the soup. “Pat, just go in there and save her before he stifles her, please.”
“What for, kiddo? Logan’s doing fine!”
Logan is not doing fine. He doesn’t do the whole “comforting/emotions” thing.
“PATTON! Help!” Logan shouts.
“Whoop there it is,” Roman sang under his breath.
Patton ignores Roman and rushes to Lyric’s doorway.
The tray of soup is on the desk, and Lyric has captured Logan’s arm and is holding onto it like there’s no tomorrow.
“Uh, Patton? Help? Please?” Logan requests.
To be fair, you’re in a lot of pain. Some things just require holding onto things to feel better.
You clench your fingers around Logan’s forearm as the pain spikes.
Once your grip loosens, Patton slowly works Logan’s arm out of your grip, hands you a plushie---that he conjured from nowhere---and takes your hand closest to him. He holds it gently and gives you a parental look. “How you feelin’, kiddo?” he asks.
You’re not sure you have the energy to answer verbally, so you just tilt your head side-to-side in a “meh, so-so” gesture.
Patton understands perfectly. He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb. “It’s okay. We’re gonna get you better, okay?”
You give a little head nod.
Patton looks at Logan. “Soup, please?” he requests.
Logan jumps right to it, grateful to be freed from your grip. For such a small girl, you’ve got a lot of power and there were fingernail marks in his arm to prove it. He brings the tray over and sets it across your lap.
Patton lets go of your hand so he can use both of his to feed you soup. You’re too tired to want to feed yourself or even protest. Not that protesting against Patton would do any good. When he wants to take care of one of his kiddos nothing is going to stop him.
Virgil doesn’t wander into your room. He just appears. As usual. He’s just very suddenly sitting in the desk chair and tugging on the sleeves of his hoodie. He has a fairly relaxed posture, all things considered, and you’re grateful that at least one of them isn’t on Overbearing Panic Mode. Even though, you know that Overbearing Panic Mode is kind of what Virgil is known for.
Once Patton has fed you as much soup as you can stomach without you feeling nauseous---he somehow just knows when to stop---Logan takes the tray away. Patton tucks you into bed a little more comfortably while Virgil assists him and repositions the plushie so it’s easier for you to clutch.
Roman very nearly kicks the door down in his attempt to enter with his arms full. His left arm has a stack of books---novels and fairy tale collections---and his right has two giant blue pillows.
You can guess what the books are for, but for the life of you your sluggish brain, dulled by painkillers wearing off and new ones Patton has just administered, cannot figure out what the pillows are for.
Though it becomes clear quickly.
Given Virgil has already taken up residence on the desk chair, Roman places the pillows on the ground, sets his stack off to the side, and opens up one of the novels.
He begins to read it out loud. You don’t even know what book it is. But he’s entranced you, weaving the scenery into the room around you. The characters take shape and come to life before your very eyes while Patton goes back to holding your hand and occasionally rubbing your arm for comfort.
You try to listen to Roman, you really do. But his voice is soothing. And you’re in a lot of pain. And you’re ridiculously tired.
Maybe... if you just... closed your eyes... for a bit... that’d be nice...
You do. Your eyes flutter closed and you breathe deeply.
You don’t fall asleep right away. You drift in and out of consciousness, listening to Roman’s story take strange jumps when you doze off in the middle of a paragraph and come to again halfway through the next chapter.
Sometimes movement is what rouses you back to the land of the awake, but usually it’s just Roman’s dramatic inflection.
Logan returns to Lyric’s room after washing the dishes from the soup to find Patton as close as he can possibly be to cuddling Lyric without being on her bed. Virgil is sitting on the desk chair, listening to Roman telling a story from the book on his lap. The latter is speaking quietly but Roman has never been undramatic for an hour in his life so the story still sounds like an epic tale.
Logan perches at the foot of Lyric’s bed and glances at Virgil. Virgil gives a small shrug but says nothing.
Roman continues his story, even though Lyric appears to be asleep. He creates the story in the air, like watching a film, while Patton rubs his thumb in a circle on the back of Lyric’s hand and occasionally whispers that she’s going to get better.
Roman stops speaking. “I’ve had an idea!” he stage-whispers.
Virgil cocks an eyebrow. “Yeah? What is it?” he challenges.
“Hear me out and don’t roll your eyes,” Roman says. “Picture this: cuddle party!”
“Is that a good---”
“The bed isn’t really big enough---”
“Shh!” Patton hisses. “Roman, that’s a wonderful idea. Let’s just expand the bed and make sure Lyric feels all the love we can give her, okay?”
Virgil looks hesitant as Roman lights up like a festival. “Fine. If it’s for Lyric,” Virgil mutters.
You wake up warmer than how you went to sleep. There are arms around you. And you’re not sure how many. You’re not sure you want to know. Not just yet anyway.
The painkillers finally kicked in again at some point, because you’re feeling a little better.
When your eyes open---it takes a moment because they’re gluey from sleep---you see lots of colors.
Hair that’s a mix of purple and aurburn. Black. Blue. Grey. More purple, but a different shade.
You’re lying in a tangle of limbs. A puddle of Sides. You’re honestly tired enough that you’re not bothering to work out where one Side ends and the next begins. You know they’re all holding onto you, holding you, hugging you, embracing you like a sister or a loved one. You can feel their compassion and love pouring over you and filling the room. And that’s all you really need to know.
“Hey. You’re up,” Virgil says quietly. “How ya feelin’ now?”
“Not too great, physically. But emotionally I’m better with you guys here,” you answer, a sleepy grin working its way onto your face.
Virgil’s little tiny smirk is one of the best things you’ve seen all week. His smiles are rare but they can light the world.
Patton snuggles closer to you on your left side and tightens his arms around your shoulder. He’s removed his glasses so his face can be planted directly into your upper arm. He appears to be snoozing.
As do Roman and Logan. Virgil is the only other one awake.
He pushes some of your hair out of your face. “Can I get you anything? Food? Water? Some personal space?”
You grin slightly again. “Some water, maybe,” you say. Your lips are dry. So is your mouth. Water sounds good.
Virgil slides off the bed like warmed chocolate syrup---that is to say, smoothly and quickly---and sinks down till he disappears.
He reappears in moments with a water bottle in hand. He takes off the lid and helps you drink it without spilling everywhere. “How’s that? Better?”
You nod.
“Good. Hope you don’t mind the cuddle party.”
“I don’t.”
“Patton will be glad to hear that. He wanted you to feel all the love.”
“I do,” you say.
Patton shuffles in his sleep and wakes up. “Heard my name?” he mumbled.
“Lyric’s enjoying the cuddle party, Pat,” Virgil says.
Patton smiles widely. “That’s wonderful, kiddo! We were hoping it might cheer you up a little.”
“Yeah. Feeling a little better already. Thanks guys. I love you all,” you say.
Thomas is watching from the doorway
#puns-and-patton#moonlight-lyrics#Lyric#Sanders Sides#Logan Sanders#Virgil Sanders#Roman Sanders#Patton Sanders#I see Patton as literally being empathic#like#he can feel others' emotions#Thomas Sanders#thatsthat24
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The City of the Dead
Some A truckload of highlights of the last EDA I’ve read (The City of the Dead).
I took these screens while reading, along with my reactions. As usual, this is full of spoilers.
Okay, so, just imagine. In a parallel universe, one day, Clive Barker decided to write a Doctor Who story, and even if he tried to seriously tone down his usual mix of strange gore + weird sex + unusual magic, the result was still a bit too much for the series, but so good the BBC published it anyway.
Wouldn't that be great?
Now stop imagining, because it's a book written by Lloyd Rose, and it exists.
It's flawed. Of course. What book isn't? It sidelines Fitz and Anji near the end. Its twist could have used a bit of foreshadowing. It delights a bit too much in torturing Eight. But who cares, honestly. It still transported me in a world where there's real danger, and cute cats, and dark magic, and sugar donuts, and blood spells, and awful and weird and wonderful characters, and nightmares, and laughter. It's an experience, to say the least, and probably not for everybody, but my god, what a ride. 10/10
Okay, so, the only thing I know about this book is that I’ve got one friend who really likes it. And it’s by Lloyd Rose, aka the writer of Caerdroia. Will this book be weird too?
APPARENTLY YES. YES IT WILL. What a start.
Doctor, that’s called sleep paralysis. It might be scary, but nothing bad will actually happen to you, okay? Breathe.
Okay now I’m kind of nervous too.
[Unexpected Scherzo flashbacks]
That’s one of the most unnerving descriptions of Eight I’ve ever seen. Wonderful.
"I believe”
Oh don't start with the Earth Arc feelings...
RELATABLE
Museum of Magic? Take me there.
Art goals.
And the price for best out-of-context sentence goes to...
Excuse me, that's way too cool.
Also, it instantly made me think of which kind of bone I'd cut if I ever wanted to do this. Probably a toe.
So, magic is now a thing in this series. Hasn't been the case since The Scarlett Empress, I believe. Why do I get the feeling I'm gonna say 'that's way too cool' a lot over the course of this story?
I'm cackling
He really doesn't want to admit something's wrong.
Wait wait wait wait. What? The bone charm was in the TARDIS?
Doctor no.
Eight being distracted by donuts in the middle of a discussion about a murder, everybody!
A very nice beach
Hmmm cute? Cute.
The exact kind of offerings I'd like to get once I'm dead.
So, this story seems to be a murder mystery, and the goal is to find who the Magician is. I like it.
The Magician found Eight, then. Maybe he's the source of the nightmares?
Meanwhile, Eight tries to go to a goth party, and it's very awkward and relatable.
And Fitz and Anji are visiting New Orleans at night with a guy who pretends to be a magician, and Fitz keeps ruining his groove.
Swan, you're like a parody of a Mary Sue
GO UP
Meanwhile, Anji and Fitz both want to punch Dupre on the nose and I gotta say... me too.
Every conversation in this fandom ever
Guess that puts Dupre on the suspects list, then.
That sounds like the kind of ludicrously aggressive death electro thing I listen to when I need to use violent lines and colours in a drawing.
I guess we can also put Teddy-weird-artist-Acree on the list of suspects (even though his fear of going downstairs is a pretty good alibi). Also, bonus cat.
THIS CONVERSATION HAS ONLY JUST STARTED AND IT'S ALREADY GOLD
Eight's like "Hmmmm what makes people feel better, OH I KNOW. CATS. HERE. HAVE A CAT."
THIS IS GETTING BETTER AND BETTER BY THE MINUTE
(mid-liveblog update: I drew that scene before I even finished the book.)
He literally ran away haha.
Teddy Acree is cracking me up, seriously wtf
A perfectly reasonable suggestion, Doctor.
ASDFGHJFF He vaguely remembers the Daleks so he finds saltshakers 'sinister', I'm dead
UNREQUESTED 'THE TURING TEST' FEELINGS
SHIT, THAT HURTS
'What if I'm nuts?' 'I'm rather counting on it'
Interesting.
Eight already regrets starting a discussion with Dupre.
THE UNREQUESTED 'THE TURING TEST' FEELINGS ARE BACK WITH A VENGEANCE
Oh my f█cking god
♫ DO THE CREEP ♫
Aaaaaand I think we can also put Thales on the suspects list.
GOOD SHIT GOOD SHIT
Eight, this is a bad idea.
I love how he's dodging Dupre every time that weirdo tries to touch him.
Also, that's a very relatable reaction.
Eight is like "okay no, I'm way too asexual for this"
THE DOCTOR HAD DECIDED IT WAS ABOUT TIME FOR HIM TO LEAVE
'Hadn't he'
Something was actually summoned??
Can you imagine going home in a corset with spikes because you were stuck in it? Lucky he was here, poor her.
Mood
BIG MOOD
Not exactly a revolutionary development, but interesting nonetheless.
Oooooh. His nightmares are actually trying to take him somewhere?
FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT IN THE BOOKS, EIGHT IS VERY CLAUSTROPHOBIC SO I'M PANICKING A LITTLE BIT TOO
SHIT HE FOUND SEVEN IN HIS LOCKED MEMORIES
He has no way of knowing that was a past version of him, has he?
Okay so the Magician isn't Dupre. Which... isn't very surprising.
‘AN IMP WITH TERRIBLE EYES’
Hey look it's the best meme from 2016
HARSHER IN HI̟͔͈̻͓̱ͅN͓͇͉̗̜D̤̼̻͙S̮̤̱͓I͓G͔͉̱͓̩̦̠H͕̲̯T͖̰͎
10/10 conversation
Thank you for clarifying, Doctor
HOLY SHIT
THIS IS SO COOL
I MEAN I HAD A FRIEND WHO WAS A TAROT NERD AS A KID, AND AAAAH LOOK, THAT'S ALL THE CLASSIC DOCTORS AS MAJOR ARCANA
Of course Seven is the Hanged Man OF COURSE EIGHT IS THE TOWER ASDFGFFH THE FIRST MEANING IS 'BRUTAL CHANGE, DISASTER AND IMPENDING DOOM'
Now I want to draw all these cards with the Doctors on them, haha.
I keep thinking about Twelve putting like ten spoons of sugar in his coffee.
This book is starting to break the record for the most "asexual Doctor" moments. And I’m 100% okay with that.
YOU DON'T SAY.
He also vaguely remembers Faction Paradox!
I love how patient Fitz can be with him when he's not well.
He's in the past now and trying to find the source of the problem. That may be interesting. Or it will just make everything more confusing.
And I think that child might be the Magician.
LOOK AT MY FAVORITE IDIOTS BEING HAPPY FOR ONCE
it won't last long
'Your blood smells funny'
WHAT
WHAT
WHAT she’s some sort of spirit what
UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE WEEK
I'd say 'somebody do something' but I'm sorry this is way too funny.
Probably.
Oh shit what the fuck. Is he planning to sacrifice him or something?
UH
UH
WHY DO I GET THE FEELING THIS SCENE WILL MAKE THE NUMBER OF LINES IN MY "EVERYTHING BAD HAPPENS TO THE EIGHTH DOCTOR" GOOGLE SHEET SKYROCKET
Eight might be the champion of gallows humor... but he's still starting to panic a little bit
The thing with the Doctor is, you know he can't die permanently since it would be the end of the series, but because he can't, they set the damage limit veeeery high, so a scene like this one is wayyy more stressful than it would be with a human main character.
Please be scared by the double heartbeat thing & let him go because I'm also starting to panic there.
THIS SCENE IS BOTH HORRIBLY STRESSFUL AND VERY FUNNY THIS IS CONFUSING
Meanwhile: what the f█ck is Fitz doing
Doctor please try to concentrate on a way to get the hell out of here
HE STILL HASN'T ESCAPED AND FITZ AND ANJI ARE WAY TOO FAR AWAY
UGH STOP MAKING ME LAUGH I'M TOO STRESSED FOR THAT
I SAID STOP IT
EIGHT STOP MAKING ME LAUGH THIS IS BAD
Meanwhile Fitz has decided to investigate a grave in the middle of the night, because why not, also I'm too stressed for that right now, go back to Eight
WHAT THE F█CK ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT I THOUGHT YOU COULDN'T GO DOWNSTAIRS WHAT THE F█CK
SHIT SHIT SHIT F█CK HE ACTUALLY DID IT F█CK
TEDDY YOU BASTARD
AQZSDFGHJGFFG F█CK
Meanwhile in the cemetery: I have a new suspect
Okay okay now back to Eight being sacrificed because holy shit
I was about to say 'if he could have done something, he would have done it sooner', but I just realised he expects the invocation to work, and call the thing which is chasing him in his nightmares.
Okay. Okay. That worked. Dupre's dead. Good. F█ck. That was so stressful. Also Eight is probably still bleeding all over the floor, but at least it's over.
TEDDY YOU LITTLE SHIT COME BACK & UNTIE HIM
ASDFGHJKHF
Was it really so difficult to tell the police someone was trying to sacrifice you for some bullshit ceremony? I'm sure they've seen worse.
HAHAHA THAT WHOLE HORRIBLE ORDEAL WAS WORTH IT JUST FOR THIS SCENE
Doctor, no
Asexual Doctor moment number 74612
Fair enough.
HE WAS STILL HIDING IN THE HOUSE
OH NO HAHA
GOOD. Thank you.
If the reveal is something like "hey it was the guy who died at the beginning" I'm gonna be angry.
I must admit no other character we saw so far is the right age to be the kid from the destroyed house. This is getting complicated.
SHIT. SHIT. I completely overlooked that. Good twist.
BAD TIMING BAD TIMING
Wait what the f█ck, if the Magician is attacking Eight right now, he can't be Thales. Who the hell is he, then.
WELL THIS IS NEW
And here we have Fitz trying to pretend he's interested in architecture.
Understandable after the recent events.
OUCH Were these feelings really necessary? I mean this book is intense enough as it is
Teddy is a little shit and at the same time it's impossible to 100% hate the guy, he's like a non-murderous version of Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
He was too obviously weird to be the Magician anyway.
Yeah, we know, Teddy, we watch that show
This whole conversation is gold.
OH SHIT
PLEASE TELL US WHO IT IS, THE SUSPECTS LIST IS NOW VERY THIN.
Wait, it's gonna be someone who already died, isn't it.
Perfectly confusing sentence, thank you Doctor.
Okay so, it's 100% confirmed, it's not Teddy. Not a surprise, but good.
STILL TOO SOON AFTER 23 BOOKS
Are they getting sidelined for the finale? Not sure I like that.
I'm cackling again
WHO IS IT
WHAT
WHAT
HE'S NOT THE RIGHT AGE TO BE THE KID OR THE FATHER WHAT
WHAT THE F█CK HE WASN'T EVEN ON MY RADAR
WELL PLAYED
Oooooooh, he sacrificed his lifespan and so he looks older. Nice trick. Well played.
ALSO I JUST REALISED IT'S THE SAME TWIST THAT THE GAME 'HEAVY RAIN' PULLED AND I FINISHED IT ONLY A FEW MONTHS AGO I SHOULD HAVE SEEN THIS COMING BUT NO
Ah yes, clearly there wasn't enough physical pain in this book already.
"You don't sound very certain”
This book is so weird, in the best way possible.
Woah the Magician's house nearly works like a TARDIS.
I just had a revelation. Of course I love this book. It's almost a Clive Barker book.
WE FINALLY KNOW WHAT THE TATTOO WAS
I love this f█cking book so much.
I also love Eight's reaction to that reveal.
OH SHIT WHAT
RUST IS USING HIM AS A WEAPON TO CONTINUE HIS VENGEANCE AND RETRIEVE THE AMULET I LOVE THIS
HOLY SHIT EIGHT
He's gonna leave him to... weird swamp creatures which are supposed to guard him while Rust is away, and I'm sure everything is gonna be fine RIGHT
'It's as if there were somebody else living in here with me'
I KNEW IT THAT WAS A BAD IDEA
WHAT THE F█CK did the swamp things trapped him in an imaginary world?
How long has he been there??
Everytime there's a good scene about the contents of the Doctor's pockets in these books, there's a better one in one of the next books, I swear. But I still doubt this one can be beaten.
That explains so much about the random cup of tea Twelve had in the middle of Skaro in The Witch's Familiar, too.
Third screen about the contents of the Doctor's pocket, because I'm still not tired of that.
Mrs Flood has access to this place. Is it an actual place then?
Asexual Doctor moment number 87454
Mrs Flood, NO.
Wait a second, is this place some sort of fairy realm? Is that why he refuses to eat anything here except what's in his own pockets?
Are... are you attempting to escape this realm by walking
Oooh isn't that the cover of the book?
Good point. Also I'm glad they're back in the plot.
I'M HOWLING
FITZ NO
AZSDFGHJ ANJI NO
OH SHIT SHE GUESSED WHO THE MAGICIAN WAS?! GOOD JOB ANJI
Friendly reminder: I love these two idiots.
FITZ TRYING TO PILOT THE TARDIS, EVERYBODY
THEY ACTUALLY SUCCEEDED
So it WAS some sort of fairy realm, woah.
WAIT WHAT
SECOND TWIST WHAT
RUST ISN'T THE KID EIGHT HAS SAVED?
THALES? IT'S THALES??
Wait wait wait, Teddy said Thales wasn't human either, didn't he?
Ooooh Thales is another Naiad!!
OH SHIT OH F█CK OH LORD
EIGHT, PLEASE NEVER DO THAT AGAIN
So he really was using the Void to track Eight, after all. The nightmares about Nothing chasing him were entirely justified and not a metaphor at all!
HOLY SHIT EIGHT NO BAD PLAN
The finale of this book is literally the concept of Nothing saving the day while Eight literally yells into the uncaring infinity of the Void. What can I even say about that.
He doesn't belong in the Void after all, so it can't really claim him. That should convince him he's not a complete monster, after all. Good. Good and nice ending.
Oh that's even better.
Good.
#Eighth Doctor Adventures#Eighth Doctor#Fitz Kreiner#Anji Kapoor#The City of the Dead#doctor who#edas#An EDA liveblog full of useless comments#long post#appallingly long post#language tw#caps lock#body horror tw#violence tw#gore tw#eye contact tw#sex mention tw#gif
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Core
The atmosphere here was heavy, making one feel on edge like they had to flee
ZM
chara's back tingles as if someone's watching her. the temperature here is also much colder than where she just was so she hugs her arms heading to the castle.
ZM
it's a pretty barren area so she doesn't feel exactly unsafe knowing she'd see any threat before it could get to her. the castle stands in front of her. she taps her foot wondering if she should knock or something.
Core
She could hear footsteps behind her, the castle was abandoned, falling apart even
ZM
she looks behind her
Core
She sees someone who looks a bit like Shatter, though her hair is cut shorter and is white and her eyes pitch black and were dripping.
ZM
(EEYY KILLER IS BEST SANS ) she turns to face her. " hello there, you live here?"
Core
"Hell no. are you kidding?" She hissed, grabbing a blade from her pocket, "And you won't be either." (Well, this is the Star version.)
ZM
(yee i know ) "pff grouchy aren't we?" she has no intention of fighting at the moment and only plans on dodging. "whyyyy shouldn't i live here? hobo's gotta squat somewhere."
Core
"Well, even if you tried, Either Night or her sister would eat ya." She said, shooting forward, to try and slash.
ZM
chara dodges it easily knowing what was coming hopping onto and quickly off of killer putting distance between them.
"okay cool. not a problem for me~ but why do YOU dislike them so much? they going to eat you too?"
Core
Killer kept up her attack, though she did keep up the conversation as well. "I don't dislike them per-say, And no, I am not on the menu."
ZM
" not that i don't like a good fight, but can't you chill for a second!" the knife was getting rather close and with the speed of the slashes chara was getting jumpy.
Core
"Sorry, but no." Killer said, her actions were coordinated, showing she had a lot of practice
ZM
"where do you live then?" she concentrates indego magic in her feet and jump over killer landing roughly in the sand a few yards away
Core
Killer turned sharply, attacking again and again. "Roughly 2 clicks south of here. Ain't too bad really." By her tone she seemed bored
ZM
she summons her knife for defense knowing a real shield wouldn't help her much with killer. "cool whatever. do you want me to kill you or are you just doing this for fun because it's getting less amusing every second." she glares blocking a few blows with the knife.
Core
"Honestly, this is rather boring to me, but someone has to, Night hates strangers in this area." Killer said, using sharp nails to try and get a grasp on Chara.
ZM
"uhgg so you're a pawn? great." she grabs killer's arm and twists it backwards. "but i'm sick of this." she jabs for her stomach with her knife glowing bright red.
Core
Killer flipped, dislocating her own arm to kick Chara to the ground. "I prefer the term proxy, Icubex and Cresent are pawns."
ZM
she slid on the dusty ground on her back from the kick. she mumbles to herself "this damn body is much too light" she get's right back up. "so how good are with your knife on you're other arm there hon? by the way what's your name?" she coughs from the dust in her lungs.
Core
"I'm ambidextrous, and Killer." She said, using her left hand, with the same amount of skill
ZM
"luckyyy" "and killer's a dumb name."
Core
"Yes, it is, honestly I prefer, Yuma." she said, before actually putting her blade away.
ZM
chara slowly goes out of her fighting position and folds her arms, knife still in hand. "well? are you done yuma? or are ya gonna stab me in the back?"
Core
"You seem skilled enough, perhaps Night may find you, acceptable." Yuma said
ZM
"pff alright. it was a test. i was assuming nightmare or someone was doing something important in there so you were the guard dog." she shrugs "but hey i'll take it." she puts out her arm towards the castle. "lead the way madam~"
Core
"Actually Nightmare is asleep and is south." Yuma pointed in the opposite direction.
ZM
she makes a grumpy face and accepts it going that way.
Core
Yuma then teleported away
ZM
she wanders and wanders not thrilled with the scenery. 'i swear if she's lying to me.' she thinks to herself. "okay let's speed this up." she puts another coat of indigo on her feet and she hops her way in the direction with ease and speed.
Core
She did notice that the atmosphere drew drearier, similar to when she had met Vantablack and Blood.
ZM
'cool, maybe i am actually going the right way' she hums happily. she came upon some dead trees and then it practically turned into a forest. next to it there's a craggy area so the dust area she was in ended and she starts to walk again.
"trees or rocks." she ponders rocking her head back and forth.
Core
(i have been drawing so much lately lol) "Why not both? Or did I spike a curiosity growth?" a sing-sang voice snickered
ZM
(yess~ ink would be proud. ) she glances around. "yo, you another proxi?" she asks in no direction in particular.
Core
"Oh no I'm not~ But that would be a pleasant thought." the voice giggled.
ZM
it's irritating chara she can't pin point where the voice is coming from. "oh yeah? seems like it's a little demeaning. killer doesn't seem so thrilled about it." chara slowly looks around once again.
Core
"Killer isn't proud of her role. And is finding me your goal?"
ZM
"i mean depends on who you are. haha~"
Core
"My name is LJ! And that is all I have to say!"
ZM
"well LJ, nice to meet you? or something of the sort." she decides to start moving. still keeping as alert as she can going through the dead trees.
Core
She soon saw what she was after, in a large dead tree, a star covered in a black coating was sleeping,
ZM
she stands a good distance away "nightmare, i've been looking for you."
she says it loud enough she assumed it would wake her.
Core
The star raised her head, showing she was missing her left eye. "And why would a human want an audience with me?" She asked, Chara say Killer as well as two other stars appear from behind the trees.
"She's the one I told you about." Killer said
ZM
chara keeps in a laugh that she didn't know why it was forming. "ah, well there are multiple reasons. the main one being I want to join your group. i have a goal to collect star shards." she considers that to be enough information for them.
Core
One of the stars laughed, She had stringing black hair and red eyes. Killer elbowed the laughing star. Nightmare looked at Chara, glaring slightly.
ZM
chara stares down nightmare. "did i say something funny?"
Core
"How about this, the blood moon is suspected in about 6 days, you can stay until then, during the blood moon, you have to prove yourself." Nightmare said
ZM
"oh cool~" she chirps smiling contently. "what do i do at that time?"
Core
"Fight other Genocide stars who want the same role." Killer said
ZM
she hums not particularly liking those requirements remembering blood and shatter whooping her. "fair enough."
she looks over to the star with red eyes questioningly about the laugh still.
Core
"Then welcome to the club, for now at least." Nightmare said, before yawning
ZM
(she's so thrilled)
Core
The one with the red eyes was actually also missing her left eye, she seemed somewhat close to Killer.
(She's sleepy, Nightmare is nocturnal)
ZM
(makes sense. she's a little owl awww so cute.) "thank you~ glad to join." she says. chara looks to the last star that she hasn't paid attention to.
Core
She had white hair with red tips and a large scar on her face that looked kinda like an 'x' her scarf ended in something similar to claws, she was messing with her rifle.
ZM
Chara hasn't seen a rifle or any gun for that matter besides the empty revolver in the underground ever sense she was a part of asreil and shot over and over. She instantly shivers at the sight of it.
Core
Killer noticed this. "What? She's a sniper." She said
ZM
She waves dismissively, "it's nothin Yuma, just bad memories." She walks over to her and her friend
Core
Her friend, the one with the red eye, Looked at Chara with a grin, "You look like a bloody runt." She hissed
ZM
chara glares at her. "something against little people? it's not even my body so how mad can i get." she's clearly not happy about it though.
Core
The star laughed. Killer face palmed.
ZM
chara folds her arms
Core
"Come on Horror, this is why no one likes you." Killer growled.
ZM
chara hops up and down in front of horror. "i cant tell if you're just weird or if you don't want me here. I'll assume it's the former." she looks back at killer completely out of her element and is wondering what all of them are going to do. seems killer is the one that she's going to cling to. that means she'll have to deal with horror.
Core
Horror watched Chara jump. "Nah, I'm just weird." She snickered.
"You’re a bloody zombie is what you are." Killer growled at horror
ZM
"we have that common i suppose~" she glances back at the star with the gun before turning back and asking "so what do you guys do on a daily basis?" she rocks on her heels
Core
"Simple, kill anything that enters the area," She said, aiming her rifle to the east before firing.
ZM
"how many things really come here? i mean look at this place" she waves her arms.
Core
"More than one would think." Killer said.
ZM
chara hums out a sound of acknowledgement. "are there more of you guys?"
"OH OH OH"
she waves around "who's LJ?"
Core
"Oh, you must have met her, well she's kinda like you, an insane human." The star with the gun said
"Says the disgusting fusion." Horror sneered, before getting shot in the head by the other star.
ZM
>:OOOOOOOO
she goes over to horror confused "you living?:
Core
Horror sat up and growled pulling the bullet out. "You know that hurts like hell!" She hissed.
ZM
"yikes." "if this is what you guys do for fun...."
Core
"No, it's what I do when someone pisses me off." The star with the gun said
ZM
" you mean ... all of you can take a hit like that and live??" "or do you only hate horror?"
Core
"No, only Horror can live that kind of hit and not retreat to her stone."
(the one with the gun isn't in that pic)
ZM
(crap i wanted to see her, but also that poth in the corner tho) she nods. "a'ight" she puts her hands behind her head relaxing. "any of you want to give me a tour or the run down or should i go fend for my self? don't want to bug you guys."
Core
"Okay, so kill anything that wanders into our turf, and do what ever Night says." Horror said. "And I guess it would be best to leave Moku alone."
ZM
"who's moku
Core
"I am." The star with the gun said
ZM
"fair." she solutes to the and heads off to find a place to hangout until told to do something else.
Core
There were creeks here and there, just well, normal stuff
ZM
she really liked the dilapidated castle but she didn't take yuma's warning lightly so she thinks it better to not.
ZM
instead she slides over to the rocky area kicking any pebbles she sees to entertain herself of the journey
Core
She soon came across ruins of a small town, mostly everything was intact, besides some axe marks and bullet holes. Though in one of the buildings, there was a stash of supplies, to make puzzles and gadgets
ZM
she digs around and finds a metal pole that she took a liking to. it's like 2 times her size but she starts to carry it around anyway. "wonder who lived here before those guys ransacked the place."
she looks around for any kinds of books or documents, her top priority still being finding a star nest
Core
"Just humans, like me. And is that a new weapon i see?" LJ snicked
ZM
she turns to LJ. "ah you're back~ welcome." she pulls the rod up above her swinging it a little. "i'd say it's too big but i like a chalange." she smiles.
Core
"Is that so? But why didn't you go?"
ZM
"go where...?" she squints
Core
"away."
ZM
"away where?"
she slides the pipe back to the ground.
Core
"Back to where you belong. Under the ground for so very long."
ZM
she didn't like that
her face grows a little red before turning away and walking.
Core
She saw LJ come out of the shadows, she had one blind eye and one black eye, her arms covered in bandages and a smile curved in her face.
ZM
chara gives a short sigh before looking at her. more like a glare really. "is it so wrong to want to live?"
Core
"When you are here. It is a crime dear." LJ sang. Killer teleported in between them, "Janet, the runt is staying with us til the blood moon, got it?"
ZM
she pushes past killer eyes blazing the red of her stolen soul and swipes the pipe towards LJ's head
Core
LJ jumps in the air, flipping and landing on a rooftop, laughing.
ZM
"F*CK YOU AND YOUR STUPID VOICE." her eyes are chilling out a bit. "i don't deserve to live huh? well I THINK YOU DON"T EITHER"
Core
"Chill out," Killer said, "You can't speak sense to LJ, so don't try."
ZM
she slams the pole against the rocky ground below creating a small crater from the impact. her hand is covered in orange magic making her stronger. She makes a frustrated yell/groan. she drags the pipe away from them and away from the little town. 'there wouldn't be anything useful there anyway' she thinks to herself.
Core
Killer sighed, "why are you humans so confusing." She mumbled, before going back to Nightmare
ZM
chara's fuming and wants to take LJ by surprise and take her down. she didn't mind her before. she didn’t really care but her soul is just burning with her words. so she circles on back towards the city being as careful not to be seen as she could.
Core
LJ was sitting atop of the clock tower sing. "blood still stains when the sheets are washed, sex don't sleep when the lights are off, kids are still depressed when you dress them up, and syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup~"
ZM
she peeks over crates and goes back to the area where she is. she drops the pipe as it wouldn't help. the whole town if full of holes making it easy for her to know where LJ is. peeking through a bullet hole and her soul starts pounding again. she couldn't tell why. perhaps frisk liked this song? she's right below the clock tower and is thinking how to make this work.
Core
"He's still dead when you're done with the bottle, of course it’s a corpse that you keep in the cradle, kids are still depressed when you dress them up, and syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup." LJ sang the clock tower had tons of gears and ropes in it like a maze
ZM
chara grinds her teeth together willing herself to calm down. she grabs a rope that looks like it's not moving anywhere. and starts climbing. she slowly lands on a ledge that was stable and continues up the stairs carefully.
Core
LJ sang as she got up, breaking a beam of wood, before throwing it down the clock tower, hitting gears and making other parts fall.
ZM
she grabs the wall as debris fall all around her a wood plank breaking another beam "lord" she mumbles. the clock tower creeks and chara'a breathing quickens. when it calmed down she started climbing again.
she grabs another rope and can see the the opening at the top light spilling in.
Core
LJ, jumped down from the outside, climbing down, using beams of wood and metal that were astray.
ZM
chara holds in a frustrated groan as she hits her head against the wall to stop her from screaming. she slides back down a rope and hits the ground floor gently. she spots LJ nearly at the bottom. she creates an ax for more coverage than her knife and waits for her to walk her way.
Core
LJ was waiting for her. "You could have asked for me to come down. Since this is my home town."
ZM
her jaw pops she was grinding her teeth so hard. her rage took over her strategy. she throws the ax at her and creates a knife following it and attacking at the other side.
Core
LJ jumped and would flip. "All around the town square, the monkey chased the weasel. the monkey thought it was all fun and games, pop goes the weasel~"
ZM
(is she an indigo soul?)
ZM
"SHUT UP" she whines like she's reverted to when asreil wouldn't go along with her plans as a kid. she chases her and when getting close she makes another one of those sticky bombs that she used on gaster.
Core
(LJ? Well she has the integrity trait, but is corrupted after years and years of physical/sexual abuse from her father, she is however a skilled gymnast, )
Core
LJ snickered as she grabbed some gasoline she had stashed, pouring it on her arms.
ZM
(okie yeah good stuff! does her corrupted soul have a different color or trait?)
Core
(a corrupted soul will turn black, dull, so not really.)
ZM
(okie) she grabs LJ by the arm just barely and glows orange through her body gripping down as hard as she could trying to snap her bones and kicks at her stomach trying to get her on the ground.
Core
SHe did grab LJ, who had grabbed a match. She them set her own arm ablaze burning Chara's hands. The sun was setting as night began to fall
ZM
the light of the fire just made it easier for her as her hand burned she keeps it in her hand and pulls on it abruptly going back in and headbutting her in the gut with as much force as she could.
Core
As soon as Chara let go LJ jumped, she was about to attack Chara when both were grabbed by black tentacles. "What do you think you are doing?!" Nightmare hissed.
"Hi night-night!" LJ laughed, getting a sigh from Nightmare.
(so, through those years of LJ getting abused, Nightmare would always help her sleep and even give her nice dreams, Night does care a lot about LJ
ZM
"she squirms around all her brain can process is 'nononononono' she holds in her screams as she knows it's not a good idea nightmare's much stronger than her.
she gives up and barriers her face in the tentacle below her.
Core
Nightmare set them down and put out the flames on LJ's arm. "I told you not to do this, where did you hid it this time." Nightmare said. LJ pouted childishly before giving Nightmare the matches.
ZM
chara stays silent.
Core
Nightmare destroyed the matches, before getting some new bandages. "I have told you so many times, just because you can't feel it, it doesn't mean it isn't hurting you." She growled softly, removing the bandages that were on LJ's arms, showing serious 3rd degree burns. Nightmare then dressed the wounds.
ZM
chara looks away from all of this and stuffs her hands in her pockets going to find her pipe again.
Core
Horror tossed it to her. "Kills told me you liked this stick." Horror snickered.
ZM
she nods. "thanks horror." she says kinda quiet. she taps it against the ground and looks back at the other two.
Core
"I honestly think it's stupid." A new star said, (it's cross), one of her eyes were purple the other red.
ZM
she goes over there to hear what's up
Core
"What? The fact that Moku is still alive? I have heard you complain so much already about that." Killer sighed.
"I mean how Night is still a suck up to LJ, she has other responsibilities, yet she still cares for that childhood friend." Cross growled
"Well, you still act like her d*mn mother, you already finished your promise, yet you come back." Killer reminded
ZM
"ah. great." she mumbles to herself. 'they're together. kill her and i'll be on night's list.'
Core
"Old habits are hard to break, you know that." Cross hissed.
Core
"Right, like you would leave your own kits, alone, just because of habit. I'm blind, not dumb, Cross. You still care about Night." Killer answered
ZM
she goes up to cross and tugs on her sleave.
Core
Cross looked over, "What do you want?"
ZM
she looks up at her
Core
"What?" Cross asked more sternly
ZM
that took her a little off guard. she puts a index finger up like she's going to explain something. "how many kits do you have?" she thinks to herself that's a normal question right??? she doesn't know how to get info out of someone she barely knows.
Core
"Oh, two." Cross answered.
ZM
she nods "cool, could i play with them sometime?"
Core
"I mean, I guess it would be nice to have an extra pair of hands to help," Cross said to herself, before looking at Killer.
ZM
chara looks at killer too
Core
Killer gave a thumbs up. Cross sighed, "okay, follow me."
ZM
'this is too easy' she thinks smiling "alright~" she follows.
Next--->
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Dragon Ball 011 - Your Death Machine Did Not Need To Be This Convoluted
I’ve been gone for a while, but I’m back! Let’s liveblog Dragon Ball!
Ah, that’s right. Last time, they were trapped in the dreaded Easily Escapable Room! Let’s see what these world-renowned martial artists do when faced with their toughest enemy yet… a brick wall!
You guys aren’t even trying.
Mai. Shu. They have it on them, why on EARTH would they leave it in the car.
I watched you punch through these brick walls last episode. I saw you do this. Guys. GUYS.
I know it’s not gonna happen, but I WANT it to.
This is just a nice little shot of the Pilafites. Mai is so TALL.
This is why you guys are my favorite.
Yamcha and Goku finally try to punch through the wall, with disappointing results, which I can honestly forgive because then Goku makes this face.
Fist... lost to wall???
WHY THOUGH
Bulma casually disrespecting the new ruler of the universe, you go girl.
“Oh no, they took Bulma!! One of us… probably liked her? Right?”
(Goku liked her. Tolerated her.)
“SWEET KARMIC JUSTICE THOU ART GOOD UNTO ME”
HA, betcha THAT got cut from the dub!
It’s going to be something childish and stupid, isn’t it.
Oh they are playing it up sooooo much as a sexual thing, it’s going to be something REALLY childish and stupid, isn’t it.
ADVANCED INTERROGATION TECHNIQUES
SHE’S NOT GONNA MAKE IT, SHE’S SURE TO CRACK
Okay but like, would he really make a bad emperor? He tortures people by blowing them kisses, this is some Jelliah Jamb Land of Oz capital punishment right here. We’re looking at a fairy tale utopia under this guy, just let him have this.
Also Mai can just up and marry me, omg. (And look at Pilaf’s smug little blushy face, just let him have this.)
Yamcha is impressed with Bulma’s composure under EXTREME TORTURE.
When Bulma suggests some less… cutesy interrogation techniques, it is just too much for the Pilaf Pals. “Toss her back in the cell, TOSS HER BACK IN THE CELL”
EXTREME, BRUTAL TORTURE
I feel like I should be taking more screenshots, but there is just nothing of visual interest going on in this episode. The entire thing so far has been set in two tiny rooms with pretty static boring backgrounds of a brick wall, and a security monitor displaying brick walls. This chapter was probably a lot more fun in the manga; being trapped in a tiny room doesn’t really translate entertainingly to animation.
Guess I’ll just screenshot cute faces ’til something happens.
Puar trying to escape the sleeping gas! Cute? Very.
Sleeping Yamcha. Definitely cute.
Goku asleep on top of Yamcha. The epitome of cute.
Pilaf falling victim to his own sleeping gas? Not really cute so much as endearing, the little scamp.
Oh right, mortal peril and all that.
Mai checks between Yamcha’s legs for the balls.
An ominous shot of the full moon? This is the were-monkey episode, isn’t it.
OH I HAVE BEEN PUMPED FOR THIS
First time in the show we get to see all the dragon balls gathered together! This is a cool moment.
It cracks me up that they went out of their way to have this cool little case custom made JUST for this little reveal. They don’t need this case. They’re not going to keep the balls and display them or something, they literally just put them in there so they could take the lid off dramatically and show Pilaf. I mean, I’m not knocking it. They’ve got style.
Also, you went through all the trouble of getting a case for them but then you didn’t display them in numerical order??
Enjoy it, guys. You earned this. C:
Well no, you stole this. But in my HEART you earned this.
Seriously, this is SUCH a cool moment.
Might want to make that wish reeeeal quick though, guys. The protagonists are not gonna let you have this. (Please though for real let them have this.)
No? We’re just gonna keep staring? Okay then, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.
“Quick Yamcha, check between your legs!”
In a crisis, Bulma goes to Goku. Mainly because Oolong’s untrustworthy and she barely knows Yamcha and Puar, but still. At the end of the day, this is THEIR adventure.
Yamcha found the dragon balls! Oh wait, no, that’s just Bulma’s cleavage. Tragically, this does not lead to an adorably concerned Puar moment.
Oh no. Oh no oh no, that’s right, that was Gohan’s. That was the thing you were projecting Gohan’s spirit onto. Oh Goku. Oh Goku. :C You weren’t gonna get to keep it, but oh Goku. :C :C :C
I feel like she cares less about Pilaf’s potential world domination and more about the fact that SHE could have used that wish to get a boyfriend. Though to be fair, Bulma put a LOT of work into gathering these things. She went on a miserable road trip, lost all her possessions, almost died so many times… Yeah, no, I feel you, girl. That was your wish and you worked hard.
Surely even the Stealing Dragon Balls From all Over the World with Pilaf Brigade isn’t THAT stupid. It’s gotta be leading them into another trap. I note, with grudging acceptance, that they still haven’t explained why they couldn’t break out of THIS trap. Seriously. Why. It’s BRICKS. You broke them last episode, I am NOT LETTING THIS DIE.
Okay fine, yeah, they are that stupid. It only makes me love them more.
Hey, why haven’t you made your wish yet? Does it have to be outside? Like, will the dragon just not show up if you’re inside a building? Or if it did, would the building crush Shenron, or would Shenron break through the building? I can totally see some important story arc of this series come to an abrupt and grisly end because they accidentally summoned Shenron indoors and the ensuing mass of dragon spewing forth rapidly into a tiny space crushed them all.
Spoilers, they get away.
You guys are supposed to be martial artists, what the heck. I can see Mai getting away, but Pilaf and Shu have tiny legs, come on.
Pilaf controls the deathtraps in his castle with an electric keyboard, and that is so delightfully convoluted and unnecessary.
Pilaf has a giant pinball machine in his castle specifically to kill intruders, and I am convinced this is the first time he’s ever gotten to use it because seriously, who else even knows he lives out here? The man has no enemies. He probably just sat around one day like:
“Mai! Shu! When I’m the ruler of the world, there will probably be many assassination attempts on my life! We need to booby trap the castle!”
“Yes sir, Emperor Pilaf! We’ll start digging some spike pits and-“
“No no no, what we need is a GIANT PINBALL MACHINE.”
“Uh, sir, that’s-“
“That I can control with a PIANO.”
He doesn’t even play the piano, he’s just repeatedly slamming his hands down on the keyboard.
Indiana Jones’n it.
Look I just… the scope of this is just…
He built a giant labyrinth. To kill the people who escaped the pinball machine. He could have just built the pinball machine with no exits, but no. He went the extra mile and built an exit to a giant labyrinth where the pinball would chase you down and actually follow you around corners. He could have just built a straight path that dead-ended, so the pinball would crush you, but NO. He made CORNERS so you could DODGE the pinball, and then wired the pinball into his electric piano so he could make the pinball chase you AROUND THE CORNERS.
And THEN. Despite the fact that the pinball can chase you around the corners, he makes it smash DIRECTLY THROUGH THE WALLS. Of HIS labyrinth that HE built. How much did this elaborate death machine cost you, Pilaf. How many workers, how many hours of labor. How many of those walls were structurally important in holding up the rest of your castle.
And THEN. And THEN, he’s not done, NO. He built a STAIRCASE made of GIANT DOMINOES, so you could run down it while the pinball chases you down and knocks over the dominoes behind you, BUT, and this is important, NOT ACTUALLY FAST ENOUGH for the cascade effect to catch up with you on the staircase, PURELY for the intimidation factor of making you do this.
And the staircase is set up so that the pinball can’t follow you into the next room, purely so that you’ll think you’re safe before a curtain dramatically pulls back to reveal ANOTHER PINBALL, for which he set up STRATEGICALLY PLACED SPOTLIGHTS
Which FINALLY leads you to a dead end where the pinball can crush you, you know, instead of putting it RIGHT AT THE BEGINNING AND KILLING YOUR ENEMIES WHILE AT THE SAME TIME SAVING YOURSELF MILLIONS OF DOLLARS WORTH OF EVIL LAIR DESIGN.
But does it kill you there? No. It traps you BACK IN THE EXACT ROOM YOU STARTED IN. That was the twist all along. This was never a deathtrap, it was just an overly elaborate Rube Goldberg device to stick them back in their cage. Which… he has mechanical arms rigged around his base for. He could have snatched them up and dumped them in here at any time, and he chose all of THIS because…
because it’s friggin awesome and he knows it
HEY GUYS IT’S A FULL MOON TONIGHT HAVE WE MENTIONED IT’S A FULL MOON TONIGHT??
THAT SURE WON’T BE IMPORTANT LATER
Ok but joking aside, can we appreciate how LUCKY our little cast of characters was that they timed this out the way they did? Not just because it’ll save the day and help them defeat Pilaf at the last second, but because… well imagine if they’d taken just a few days longer to get here, and had the full moon rise during their road trip.
Just… picture that. Out of little capsule houses, their RV destroyed, sleeping out in the desert under the stars. They take turns taking watches; they’ve had bandits come after them before, after all. Oolong and Bulma fast asleep, unaware, unwarned.
And Goku looks up.
OK YEAH MOVING ON
PILAF’S GONNA RULE THE WORLD, EVERYTHING’S GONNA BE A-OK
Man, I’ve been saying that all episode, thank you Yamcha.
I mean I know it’s not gonna work but somebody at least ought to be trying.
Also, Goku doesn’t know you know he knows that attack. Is anybody gonna question that, or…?
“Goku. Listen to me. STEALTH. GOD.”
“That doesn’t answer my question but okay.”
Wow. That… actually worked! I was expecting it to just ricochet off the walls or something because this is apparently the strongest brick known to man, but no, apparently this is just regular brick. You know you could just do that attack about two or three more times and make the hole big enough to climb out of.
More creative use of shapeshifting powers, back when characters other than Goku were useful in this show.
Bulma if you make him do that in this tiny enclosed space, you’re all gonna have to smell it.
Batpig is cute.
DID WE MENTION
THAT IT IS
THE FULL MOON
Oh please let him have this.
I am legitimately sad that this episode is over, I was really getting into this. So much hype for the giant monkeys.
So, will our hero Pilaf get his wish? No! But we’ll have to watch him fail next time we liveblog Dragon Ball!
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