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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 3 years

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Pairings: Bumblebee (Blake x Yang)

Word Count: 1,923 Words

Summary: Discussion and go time.

Warnings: Fighting Mention, Cursing, Weapon Mention, Death Mention, Blood Mention, Amputation Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Shadows Are Made Of Light: Chapter 5

Dinner was lively to say the least. Terra and Saphron seemingly decided that eating at the table in their kitchen was their best bet while the group was discussing. Terra and Saphron had long since gone up to their bedroom to sleep.

The plans were talked through and they were about to wrap up the conversation when Mercury sighed. Now was a better time than ever for the little plans he'd overheard details from.

"I actually have something to say." Mercury didn't like all this attention once all their eyes were on him.

"What's wrong?" Jaune asked, looking over his tension-filled expression.

"There were some things Salem would relay through Cinder. There was always a plan behind the fall of Beacon. Salem's plans are to create a divide and unrest amongst the people of Remnant and gather the relics so, when the gods come back, they'll destroy Remnant, everyone on it, and she will no longer be immortal. Salem's goal is to free herself from eternity by taking everyone with her." Mercury told them.

"So she'll be looking for the Lamp." Oscar asked, though it sounded more like a statement.

"For all the relics. Last I heard, Emerald told me that Ozpin had apparently hidden the Crown even better than the other three and Cinder still hadn't found it. Now that we have the Lamp, they know they need to get the others before we can so our goal is a ticking clock." Mercury took a deep breath, hoping nobody was disappointed.

"A time crunch isn't anything new. We can still do this." Ruby assured him.

"We should get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be interesting." Maria laughed on her way upstairs. Mercury was going to end up asleep on the couch again because Oscar was half asleep against him again.

"I have a feeling Nora is taking pictures." Mercury told them.

"Good instincts." Nora told him, obviously taking another picture. "I've never passed up an opportunity for Cute Farm Son pictures." Nora alerted him.

"Good to know, crop me out of them." Mercury told her.

"Ehhh, I think I'll leave you in since you're looking particularly Dad-like." Mercury laughed while frowning at her.

"I hate you." Mercury smiled at her.

"Yeah, sure, Dad-cury." Nora snorted.

"Go sleep or something." He laughed, smiling as everyone filed from the room and shut the lights off. Mercury's heart stopped at the darkness. As childish as it may be, the dark was something he couldn't deal with.

"Nora?" He asked, she'd been the last one to go up the stairs due to her need for pictures of Mercury and Oscar.

"What's up Dad-cury?" Nora asked, coming downstairs and turning the lights on.

"Could you leave a light on?" Mercury asked.

"Oh yeah, sure. You scared of the dark too?" She asked.

"More of an instinct. Can't sleep with lights off. My dad told me too many stories of monsters in the dark." Mercury admitted.

"You're good, I'll leave the lamp over here on." She told him and patted the lamp before turning it on and turning the main light off. "Night, Dad-cury." She told him.

"Night, Nora." He called after her as she went upstairs. Mercury sighed at Oscar asleep on him.

"I hope you realize I'm not a pillow." He told the sleeping boy only to receive a small snore. "Fine, but it's because you're a kid and you remind me of Chrome." Mercury grumbled.

He went about pulling Oscar's excess clothing off as well as his own. They didn't need to wake up in puddles of sweat in warm, heavy clothing meant for much colder weather than this.

Then he laid down and then he smiled holding the bear from inside his jacket that he had kept, Chrome's favorite teddy bear. It was the piece of her he had left. He had kept it with him since he left his father's house. He fell asleep holding it close, Oscar deciding to cuddle up against him and he smiled. He guessed he would be a father figure to a pre-teen now too.

In the morning, the plan was running smoothly, Weiss was on the Atlesian aircraft to Atlas with Maria in her luggage as the only small person who could fit who could also fly a plane with Saphron and Adrian as her distraction to get Maria onboard. It was up to him and Blake to turn off the radar for Weiss.

Mercury was sure that three people riding on a two person motorcycle probably wasn't safe, he was aware. He was acutely aware of the conversation Blake and Terra were having about the comms equipment for the city versus the radar box.

"Are you two sure I shouldn't come with?" Yang asked as the bike stopped about a half mile from the tower.

"More intruders means we're more likely to be seen." Blake told her. "Besides, stealth isn't exactly your, um...I mean, you're great and we'll hurry back!" Blake told her.

"Go." Yang smiled at her. They went running off toward the tower together, Mercury feeling that bear close in his jacket, snuggly secured to his front so he couldn't possibly lose it.

"Heading in on foot, won't be long." Blake told the others on the comms.

"You know, you two flirting couldn't be more apparent." He told her.

"Hey!" She snapped.

"I just say what I see." He smirked.

"Sure, 'Dad-cury'." Blake teased.

"I won't deny my fatherly title. And don't make me adopt you all." He taunted back.

Their run to the tower was largely uneventful until they got to the tower itself. When they got there, there was a red-haired man he vaguely recognized as having maybe met once or possibly twice. Adam Taurus, a White Fang operative whom Emerald had informed him about two weeks ago that he'd taken reigns as the head of the organization before its eventual fall at Haven not long after.

"Blake. And you. Salem heard of your betrayal at Beacon, Mercury Black." Mercury felt a rush of both helpless and rage. This guy had the guts to practically threaten him?

"Merc, don't rush him." She warned quietly.

"Protecting your friend? Or are you travelling with an enemy, Belladonna? He could betray any of you at any moment while claiming to be a friend. He's probably not even with you to help, he's just running away like he ran away from his dear old daughter two years ago." Adam taunted.

"Don't you talk about my daughter!" Mercury snapped at him.

"Is Dad mad I brought up his abandoned baby? Mad because I'm right or because you're sad she won't have a Dad after I'm done with you?" Adam asked.

"I'm mad because some asshole is talking shit about me protecting my daughter!" Mercury shot at him with the gun-scythe, which he'd named Caduceus, Qrow got him that morning.

"Merc!" Blake snapped, pulling him away.

"Get to the radar." He whispered to her, rushing into the fight with Adam and distracted him while Blake tried to get up the relay tower. Unfortunately, that fight didn't quite favor Mercury as Adam grabbed his leg during a kick and pulled. Hard, so much Mercury went flying to the ground. The lock popped from the pin and he felt the lock break as the pin wasn't undone properly.

"Looks like Silver Black did a good job making his son easily controlled." Adam snapped. Mercury couldn't move, he knew Adam was looming over him, he knew it was so easy for him to die like this if he didn't attack but he felt a crushing weight of shock hit him that he would never see Chrome again.

She would never have a Dad, at least not one that was him. He'd never see her grow up. It made the breath catch in his lungs and tears build in his eyes. But the strike never came and, when he opened his eyes, Adam was gone, going after Blake.

He had to had to help Blake. He heard them tumbling in the trees, he shoved a twig into the the broken lock and put the pin back in. The stupid thing didn't move his stupid knee. Thankfully, he didn't need the use of it, he had a weapon still and another leg.

He could do this. He wouldn't stop fighting until he at least saw Chrome again. Blake was fighting Adam. He could hear it. he followed them to a waterfall nearby. he could tell by the sound of their swords clashing.

"You're delusional." Blake sounded shaken as he stood hidden in the forest before the opening. He saw their blades clash once more as he ran forward to save her. He wouldn't let him kill her.

Gambol Shroud was broken in half and his ears rang with Blake's scream as Mercury saw the blood on her wrist and was now getting on the ground. Her hand still on the grip of Gambol Shroud as it skittered away from her.

Adam simply shoved Mercury down and went about his bullshit speech about how she hurt him, showing off a brand on his left eye, one of the Schnee Dust Company's for their mineworkers. Blake's ears tuned back.

"I don't fucking care much for your pity me speech." Mercury spat and took him onto the ground, knocking Wilt from his hand and bringing the staff of Caduceus down on the bastard's head to try to just knock him out but he got kicked off and landed on top of Blake.

"Tell me, how does it feel to be alone?" Adam was picking up Wilt. He was holding that blade up, yelling as his intent was to bring it down but the blade didn't come a second time, Blake had taken him as she used her semblance to shadow them a few feet away.

"I'm not alone." She grit out as she held her holster for Gambol Shroud in her left hand.

"Yang." Blake grunted, holding her bleeding right wrist.

"It's okay, Blake, catch your breath for a second. Me and Merc can hold him off." Yang assured her.

"She's right, Blake. It's okay, we have unfinished business." And man if he actually needed to help her, he would have but Yang was amazing fighting him. He aided helping Blake stem the blood flow before she bled out by having grabbed her jacket, which he tied part of around her forearm and made a makeshift tourniquet.

"You'll be okay. Don't let yourself get dizzy and don't fall asleep, it might be severe blood loss." He warned her.

"His semblance is like yours! He absorbs energy through his sword, stores it up, and then sends it back when he's ready." Blake told Yang.

"He gets to dish out damage without having to feel it? That's just cheap." Yang scoffed before going after him again. Before he knew it, Blake was yelling for Yang and he was grabbing for her.

"Leave us alone. This is your last chance." Yang told Adam.

"Do you really believe that? Or are you just trying to scare me away so you won't have to die to protect her? Like your good metal buddy, Mercury over there, tried to." Adam asked.

"She's not protecting me, Adam. Neither is Mercury." He felt Blake's stump in his hand, she put it there. She was holding Yang's hand and trying to hold his in the only way she could with her right hand now gone. "And I'm not protecting them. We're protecting each other."

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justanotherwriter-fangirl · 4 years

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Handle It (K. S.)

Words: around 2k words

Warnings: A little bit of hostage/kidnap situation, some blood and injuries but nothing serious.

A/N: Hello everyone! I’m so excited because I feel like I’m really back on track writing, also this is my first Kelly Severide one shot and I got so carried away that I really can’t believe I wrote so much, so I hope you really like it and enjoy it. As always, requests are open and if you have some feedback I’d really appreciate it <3

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Thanks for reading _______________________ Being a detective wasn´t always easy but you loved it, ever since Hank Voight received you on the Intelligence Unit you have been the happiest you could ever be with your career, it was a great honor.

Unfortunately, your boyfriend didn’t see it the same way, “it’s very dangerous” was Kelly’s favorite reason to constantly check up on you, at first it was nice, you even thought it was sweet but now it just made you want to roll your eyes, he was a fire fighter for god’s sake, it was as dangerous as your job but of course he wouldn’t accept it, in his eyes a fire was nothing compared to a bullet.

You loved him, you really did, but he needed to stop with all the overprotectiveness, you were trained to do your job, you could handle it and by now his constant calls were starting to be a problem, interrupting you at the worst possible moments because he had the perfect timing to call you when you were interrogating a suspect or working an undercover case.

The situation overall was making you very tense, especially because you could feel the penetrating look of your boss every time your phone ringed.

It was Tuesday morning and your week was getting already very difficult, a girl had been kidnapped and you knew time was the most important thing in this type of cases, the abduction had been reported barely 8 hours ago but you needed to hurry and so far you didn’t have any clues about her whereabouts.

While you were going over some papers regarding her parent’s statements a theory crossed your mind, his dad, a very important Chicago’s business man, had been preparing the inauguration of a new building, unfortunately he had to delay it because he realized the head of the construction team had been robbing him and just to be safe he fired everyone involved, leaving hundreds of persons without a job. It had to be one of them, angry for loosing their job and ready to take revenge.7

“I have something” you said out loud from your desk while standing up “Mr. Jackson said last night that he was with his lawyer while the abduction was taking place, that he had been receiving some anonymous threats but he never said why, right?”

“That’s right, he said that being as successful as him wasn’t something you achieved without making some people unhappy” commented Adam, now all eyes on you.

“Exactly, but if that’s so he has been receiving threats for years and nothing had ever happened, what changed now? The people he made unhappy this time” you could see the engines starting to spin in the team’s heads, how could you have not thought about this before? “In the past, all his victims were people like him, businessmen who ended up being con for trusting him too much, but at the end of the day, this people could live with their lost because they were rich anyway and they all had fancy lawyers to make something about it, but now he fired a bunch of construction employees, people who really needed the job to sustain their families, one of them probably snapped so all we need to do is find who can lose the most because of this”

After that, all happened in a blur, the time was running out and you needed to find the kidnapper before things got worse.

Couple hours later Jay had found a man whose daughter was sick and required a very expensive treatment, the money from the construction contract was going to be almost enough to cover most of it, for the size of the job, but after they all got fired, he hadn’t been able to find a job who could even come close to cover the medical expenses, the man was desperate and desperate people do desperate things.

You were on Jay’s car on the way to the suspect’s house when your phone started to ring, letting out a sigh you picked it up without even looking at the caller ID, you already knew who was.

“Hey babe, how are you?” said lovingly Kelly, even when it was seriously a bad moment his voice brought a smile to your face, Jay looked at you sideways from the driver side.

“Hi babe, everything’s fine but this is really not a good time, we’re on our way to catch our perp, call you later, okay? Bye, love you” you ended up before receiving an answer, you felt a little bad for being kinda rude but it needed to be done, it was a very important case, you couldn’t let yourself get distracted, the life of a little girl was on the line.

“Severide, huh?” mentioned Jay with a smirk on his face.

“Shut up, Halstead” you answer playfully while rolling your eyes “just drive.”

“Hey, I didn’t say anything” he said laughing a little bit, his eyes on the road ahead “I just think is kinda sweet he always worries about you”

“It is but he has this very rare talent that makes him call me when we are doing something important, it stresses me out every time it happens in front of Voight.”

“Have you talked with him?”

“With Voight? No way”

“No, not Voight, with Severide.”

“Oh, yes, multiple times and I insist that his job is as dangerous as mine but he just don’t see it, I really don’t know what else to do to prove him that I can handle myself on the job”

“Give him time, (Y/N), I guess is not easy to wrap your mind around the idea that the girl you love puts her life on the line everyday”

“I guess.. I just need him to believe in me as much as I believe in him” letting out another sigh you turn around to look out the window when you realize you’re almost at the suspect’s house.

“Are you ready?”

“Always am” finished Jay while parking in front of the house.

The possibility of the girl being there was slight but maybe you could fine the man to interrogate him or any other clue that could lead to her location.

As the team was reaching the door you heard a scream coming from the inside, everyone pulling their guns out and rushing to the entrance of the house as Voight started to yell instructions.

“Upton, Ruzek, back door, Atwater and Burgess, I want you searching the second floor the moment we got in, Halstead, (Y/L/N), with me”

“Stop!” Yelled a rough voice from the inside once you were on the porch “One step more and I’ll set the house on fire!”

“Listen to me, Jenkins, don’t do anything stupid, we just came here to talk” yelled Voight.

“Liar! I know why you’re here and let me tell you, you won’t find anything here”

“If that’s right then let us in and we can talk about it calmly”

“No, I don’t believe you! I won’t tell you where she is until you assure me that Jackson’s going to pay for my little girl’s treatment”

“I can’t do that, Jenkins, you need to give us the girl first” Voight tried to negotiate.

“No, I won’t. It’s too late now” he finished, raising tension over the whole team, that couldn’t be good.

As you were about to take down the door to get in, you heard an explosion, dropping to the ground you started to see the big flames coming from the top floors of the house and the strong smell of gasoline hit you all.

“5021 to central, send the fire department to North Hamlin 1100, now!”

5 minutes later the sirens of the fire department could be heard and Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3, Battalion 25 and Ambo 61 arrived at the scene yelling orders and getting ready to turn off the fire.

You saw Kelly the moment he got out of the truck, his eyes landing on you making sure you were okay, you were about to run to him when a sudden movement caught your eye, behind Kelly and his team, Jenkins appeared all dirty, coughing and raising a gun.

Your instinct kicked in and with a quick movement you fired your gun straight to his shoulder.

“Get down, get down!” You yelled as you saw him pushed trough the pain on his shoulder and started to shoot at the air while he tried to escape.

One look at your team and you all knew what to do, Burgess and Atwater started to check on the firefighters and putting them out of the reach of the bullets while the rest of you started chasing him, guns up and ready to taking him down.

Couple blocks down and he was forced to stop, out of breath, on the back of an ally, he was losing blood and he was in no condition to get away running.

“This is it, Jenkins, tell us where the girl is and everything will be easier for you” you said, slowly approaching him ready to fire your gun one more time in case it was needed.

“You are surrounded so drop the weapon and just come with us” complemented Jay from your left.

“Come on, let’s get you to a hospital, cooperate with us and we’ll talk to the D.A.”

He was tired, you could see it in his eyes, he just wasn’t made for this, desperation made him do it and quite honestly, you felt bad for him, he wasn’t a bad man, he just had made one bad decision.

“Okay, I’ll tell you where she is but you have to promise me that they’ll take care of my daughter’s treatment, once I see something signed by Jackson saying that he’ll be responsible for it, I’ll tell you where to find her” said dropping the gun to the ground and raising his good arm.

You grabbed the gun as evidence while Adam got him from behind, putting his arms behind him and taking him to ambulance 61, his rights being read.

When you all got back to his house, there was no more fire and everyone was putting their equipment away.

You passed the evidence to Hailey, putting your own gun away and ran a hand through your hair before going straight to Kelly, it had been a long day full of emotions and you were getting so tired.

One look into your eyes and he was already opening his arms for you, you buried your head in his chest, breathing slowly to try to calm down your quick heartbeats, adrenaline leaving you as fast as it had come.

“I’m sorry for being rude earlier, hanging up the phone to you and all that” you said, you voice sounding muffled.

“It’s okay, babe, sometimes I forget how badass you are and I’m sorry too. You are busy saving lives and all I do is interrupt you” his arms gripping you tighter, never wanting to let you go.

“No, it’s fine, really. I love you and I get it, I worry about you too” taking a step back you take your time to look at him, his gorgeous eyes hypnotizing you and bringing a smile to your face, you couldn’t believe the man in front of you was all yours, he was strong, handsome, kind and above all so brave, it made your heart skip a beat and your breathing got caught up in your throat.

“Ha! I’m sure not as much as I do but I see it now, you are fucking good at your job, what you just did was so brave and a little bit hot, if I may say” he added winking you an eye and making you laugh a little bit, even after several months of relationship he kept flirting with you.

“I told you I can handle it” you said, flashing him a cocky smirk before you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck to brought him down to kiss him, no more words needed.

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ren-c-leyn · 4 years

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To Avenge the Sun

It’s been a long time since I’ve done a fusion story, so, here we go. This one is done using this prompt by @clean-prompts, this prompt by @oopsprompts, these 1,2 prompts by @scandy-prompts, this prompt by @givethispromptatry, this prompt by @inspiring-prompts, and this prompt by @promptsforthestrugglingauthor.

It’s a comedic fantasy adventure about slaying a vampire... when you aren’t really a competent hunter. That being said, there is a death, some injuries mentioned, one of the heroes gets captured, but there’s nothing really gory or detailed.

I still remember that day. I was sitting on the porch, relaxing after our latest adventure. The clouds drifted lazily past, forming shapes as they went. And then... it happened.

Without warning, the sun broke- shattered into a hundred pieces. And all I could do was watch in horror, as the pieces drift over the horizon. The light dimmed instantly, and faded away as the little pieces vanished. I was left sitting in the dark, trying to piece together what had happened when the echoes of footsteps came up beside me.

“Well, it looks like I’m killing a vampire today.”

I nearly choked on my coffee.

“What do you mean, kill a vampire today?! And how would you kill a vampire anyways?”

“Never heard of a knife?”

I just stared at where I figured my partner’s face was. Though, I quickly realized it was pointless. In this darkness, they couldn’t see my shocked and disappointed expression.

“The sun just exploded... and you want to kill a vampire?”

“To avenge the sun, duh.”

“What makes you think a vampire destroyed the sun?”

“Who else would have means and motive?”

I sighed.

“I don’t know... maybe a dark wizard who hated mornings or something.”

“Well... sure, maybe. But I’m betting it’s that vamp we heard about, Lord... whatshisface.”

“I sincerely doubt that’s his name.”

“Whatever, point still remains. He was into weird magic, killing worshippers of the sun goddess, and generally bad stuff. So, even if he isn’t the guy who killed the sun, it’s probably a good idea to deal with him before he deals with us.”

That... was a point I couldn’t argue with.

“I suppose you have a point... but we’re not equipped to deal with vampires.”

“Don’t be so negative! We’re equipped for battle, we’ve handled tough monsters.”

“Ones that we more brute force and less magic and weirdness!”

I heard them shrug.

“Things could always get worse.”

“Which is why we’re going to do something very stupid....”

“Better to die a fool than a coward! Now let’s get started. Where do you keep the torches?”

We fumbled around for a while, gathering supplies and gearing up. I had a bad feeling about this, taking a vampire in eternal darkness, but I couldn’t let my friend go alone, either. The story of how I became an adventurer....

We stopped by the local temple, picked up holy water, and made our way into the twisted forest where the vampire lord... whatever his name was, was supposed to live. It felt kind of rude, barging into someone else’s house to kill them. But then again, destroying the sun was pretty rude too, if my companion was correct about who did it.

We wandered through the forest for what felt like forever. My torch was beginning to burn low and they had finally lit their own.

“Are we lost?”

“No! I know exactly where we are… I think.”

“So we are lost. Wonderful.”

“Hey, if navigating without the sun is so easy, why don’t you come up here and lead the way!”

“Navigating without the sun isn’t easy, which is why I wanted to stay home and leave vampire hunting to an expert.”

“Yeah, but....”

A flapping sound silenced our argument. We both stopped and held our breathes, listening. Whatever was flying around us was big. Really big. Every once in a while I could catch some glimpse of movement, but never could focus on the creature.

“Get ready, it’s coming,” they whispered.

I nodded and readied my spear. My muscles tensed as I held the torch higher and sunk into a battle stance, preparing to lash out at whatever beast came forth. The flapping sound filled our ears, making it hard to tell where the creature was. I swallowed and swept my gaze around our small circle of light, searching for it.

But none of it mattered in the end.

The claws sunk in from behind me. Something between a yelp and a scream escaped me as the impact sent my torch hurdling towards the ground. Dead shrubs and leafless trees fed the hungry flames, casting horrifying shadows across my friend’s face as they shouted.

“You let go of my adventuring buddy right now, you stupid bat!”

Bat?

I looked up, but all I could see was a deep darkness above me. Occasionally a patch of dark fur would gain an orange sheen from the fire. Using those patches to guide me, I thrust up with the spear. I knew it punctured something, I felt it, but the creature didn’t so much as flinch. It just picked up speed. Before I could blink, the growing fire was a mere speck behind us.

Desperate, I ripped the spear back out and stabbed it again. And again. And again. Nothing happened. There wasn’t even blood. Just those sickening sounds. The fifth, or maybe sixth, time I stabbed, it gave me an annoyed sigh.

When I began to pull the spear out, there was a set of glowing red eyes staring at me. The upside down bat face was ugly, and creepy, and maybe a little scary.... It squinted, or maybe glared at me. I glared back. Out of defiance, or maybe annoyance at the way this entire day was going, I pulled on the spear more. It glared harder, but I finished pulling the spear out. There was a moment where I was sure it was basically saying ‘don’t you dare,’ but my friend’s rebellious nature had rubbed off on me. I stabbed up again.

But this time, it went terribly.... The bat began spinning, doing barrel rolls, flying up really steeply before dropping down towards the earth. I would have been screaming loud enough for the entire forest to bear witness to my terror, except I couldn’t force the air out of my lungs. Before long, I felt terribly sick. Dizzy, disoriented, if I could see anything it probably would have been spinning. My spear was long since abandoned, probably sitting somewhere in a dead tree. And eventually, I just passed out.

When I came to, I was in a strange, candle-lit room. I still felt off. Tired, still kind of sick, mostly dizzy. And there was a weird, pale, greyish, dead-looking guy sitting in a fancy chair, staring at me with red eyes. He grinned, showing his fangs.

“Have fun on your flight over the forest?”

“No, but I bet you had a good time watching it, Lord... Whateveryournameis.”

He gave me that same glare that the ugly bat did.

“My name is Silvan.”

“Sil, then.”

“Silvan.”

“Yes, Sil for short.”

He groaned.

“Humans are impossible, adventuring ones more so.”

“Can’t argue with that,” I replied. “So, what’s the deal, Sil? Why’d you blow up the sun?”

“Because mornings are annoying.”

It was my turn to frown. I hated it when they were right... but he did do it because he hated mornings, so I was partly right to.

“Just when I’m finally waking up, or finally have everything in place for my plans, morning comes and ruins it all. All of that color and sunlight. Bleh, night is better. Night is superior, and yet we must suffer through daylight.”

I couldn’t help it. The giggles had started before I could stop them.

“Is this a joke to you?”

“I am laughing, aren’t I?”

He frowned at me.

“You can’t possibly be one of them....”

“Them who?”

He paused, leaning forward in the purple chair as his eyes went wide. In a hoarse whisper, he said two words.

“Morning people.”

I stared at him for a second and then laughed so hard I thought I was going to pass out again.

“You are!” he shouted as he jumped to his feet. “No, no! I can’t have a morning person as a minion! You’ll be awake at those holy hours, singing and banging things around!”

It went on passed that, but my laughter drowned most of it out. I wished he’d stop talking so I could catch my breath, but the longer he complained the harder I wheezed.

“I will end you, sun lover!” he finished, drawing a sword from the back of his chair.

My laughter stopped and I jumped to my feet, searching for a way out. But he was right in front of me before I could find one. The sword raised above his head but he paused and coughed up some blackished goop.

“Ew!” I shoved him back. “Don’t cough that gunk up on me. Use the stupid sword if you’re going to kill me!”

“I told you a knife would work!”

The vampire turned on the new voice coming from the doorway.

“You will pay for that!”

Another knife knocked the sword out of the vampire’s hand, but didn’t stop Sil from punching my friend in the face. I heard a sickening crack as I searched for a weapon. Seeing only one, I grabbed the sword and rushed forward as fast as I could. My friend was stabbing the vampire with about as much luck as I had stabbing the bat, but I drove the sword through where I thought a heart should be and there was a horrible hacking sound before he turned to dust.

Without the vampire there, I realized I was just pointing a sword at my friend... who was covered in black gunk. I tossed the sword aside and looked back at them.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You’re bleeding though!”

“You think my nose has never been broken before? I’m fine. Besides, we need to figure out how he broke the sun so we can get some mage to fix it.”

“Fine, but at least let me set it... it’s really crooked.”

They yelped as I set it straight before grinning.

“I guess we’re vampire hunters now!”

“No, we’re just lucky idiots.”

“Fair,” they replied before heading off to find out what Silv... whatever his name was, did to the sun.

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tavi-hayes · 4 years

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background fic ~ the court trial

((so here is a little fic (which had been written long before the practice challenge prompt was posted, oops. but now that Tavi mentioned her dad’s jail situation to Arin, I think it’s time to provide some background info about the cause of a lot of her problems). it’s written in her dad’s pov (caspar hayes) also please excuse me if i don’t use the correct words and phrases, i literally know nothing about court trials so google helped me. also it’s short but like has everything of importance in it! enjoy, if you decide to read it!))

[4th of April, 2084]

“The witness is excused,” judge Laurenson says as mister McClan leaves the stand. “The prosecution may call the next witness.”

“The People call mister Hayes.”

I stand up and walk over to the microphone. Everyone’s eyes are on me, which is not a foreign feeling for me. Though this is nothing like performing in front of a packed jazz club, where everyone has come to enjoy your music. Besides I don’t have my buddy Jimmie next to me right now. No, he is sitting there next to the judge, surrounded by 2 policemen.

“Please raise your right hand. Do you promise that the testimony you shall give in the case before this court shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?”

As I turn my focus to the judge sitting there with his expensive-looking wig and perfectly ironed black robes, Jimmie shoots me a small but hopeful smile. My story will clear up this whole mess. We’ll be able to go home and forget this ever happened.

I raise my right hand, “I do.”

“Please state your first and last name.”

“Caspar Hayes.”

“Now please sir, tell us what happened in the late afternoon on March the 27th.”

“Jimmie and I were rehearsing in The Orange Note. You see we were booked for a performance there later that evening and we had to adjust the mics, the lights and the speakers. This is very important, the audience...”

“Very interesting mister Hayes, but there are plenty of other details we’re more interested in,” the loud voice of the prosecutor cuts me off midsentence. “At what time did you arrive?”

“Well, I never check the time down to the minute but we usually arrive between 4 and 5 PM.”

The prosecutor sighs, “can you be any more specific?”

I try to recall that day. We had taken the bus to downtown Winnipeg. On the weekends that specific bus is only scheduled every hour. When I left the house Viola was just watching the news, which always begins exactly at 4PM. The bus ride takes about 30 minutes, which means we arrived at the jazz venue at … “4.35 PM, that’s when we arrived at The Orange Note.”

“And when you arrived you went straight to the stage, or did you run into someone on the way?”

“We were welcomed by the owner, mister McClan, but we went directly to the stage yes. We didn’t see anyone else on our way.” I look over to Jimmie and see him nodding at me, indicating that I’m correct. My memory never fails me.

“Please continue mister Hayes,” the prosecutor sits down again.

“Uhm, so we went to the stage and we did the sound checks for that evening. We rehearsed a couple of songs and …”

The prosecutor interrupts me again, “did you see anyone else in the jazz venue while you were there?”

“No, like I said we only saw mister…”

“And in your time being there did you and mister split up at some point?”

I shake my head, “not that I know of.”

“So you and mister Davis were together the whole time you were there? None of you used the bathroom, or went for a smoke?”

“Well,” I wring my hands together, realizing what the prosecutor is trying to do, “yes, Jimmie went to use the bathroom.”

“And when was this?”

“Uhm around 6 PM I think, we were just about to get some dinner.”

“And you didn’t go with him?” the prosecutor pushes on.

“No I mean, do you follow your friends to the bathroom?”

“And how long was mister Davis away?”

“I didn’t time it…”

“Please, could you estimate his time in the bathroom?”

“Uhm, I – uh,” I look over at Jimmie again.

The prosecutor doesn’t wait for my answer, “and when mister Davis returned, did you notice something different about him?”

“I uh, he – we had to be quick, our performance was starting at 7 PM. And the audience…”

“So he said you had to leave the venue quickly?”

“Yes, but the time,” I start, “the show, we didn’t have long.”

The prosecutor nods his head towards the judge, a sly smile on his face. “That’s all, your Honour.”

I look around dumb-founded as the prosecutor sits down.

Judge Laurenson begins, “the defendant, mister Davis, is accused of selling weapons in The Orange Note.” He picks up his hammer, “by the power vested in me by the Illéan Law Federation, I hereby declare the defendant guilty.” The hammer drops. Pang.

The policemen pull Jimmie to a stand and handcuff him. “Jimmie…” I call to him.

Jimmie raises his head, there’s terror in his eyes. “Caspar,” his voice breaks, “I would never...”

This is nothing like Jimmie, I’ve known the guy since we were children. He is the kindest man on the planet. He would never get himself in this situation.

Truth is we belong to one of the lower Castes, the Fives, but we make enough money with our performances in The Orange Note to make a living. Jimmie wouldn’t have any reason to sell weapons. And how on earth did he get a hold on weapons in the first place?

This must be a set-up.

The policemen are leading Jimmie out of the courtroom. I want to run over to him and stop those men from taking him anywhere, but my daughter has made her way to my side. She pulls my arm, “dad, don’t do anything stupid. Justice always prevails in the end,” she smiles a little, “we’ll get back at these ignorant people.”

With my daughter next to me, I join my beautiful family. My wife, Viola, takes my hand.

As we walk towards the door, a voice calls to us. More specifically, to me. “Mister Hayes, there is one more thing before you go.”

I turn around and notice judge Laurenson, his hammer in his right hand. New policemen have entered the courtroom.

These policemen look different than the ones that took Jimmie. These policemen are wearing helmets with see-through screens in front of their faces. They are fully equipped for a battle.

They remind me of those posh-looking palace guards.

My eye catches on a subtle shimmer: handcuffs.

Viola has seen it too, she squeezes my hand.

“Mister Hayes, someone has reached out to us,” the judge’s voice carries through the courtroom, “with a very serious charge.”

I turn away from the judge and face my wife and children, they look as confused as I feel.

What is going on now?

The judge continues, “and the evidence we found, pft, I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes.”

Viola has turned white, just like a fresh new piece of sheet music.

“Because of the strong evidence and the seriousness of the crimes, you are no longer entitled to the right of a fair court trial.”

I go absolutely still. They can’t have anything against me. They can’t.

“You are an extreme danger for our society.”

Because I didn’t do anything.

“I hereby declare you, mister Hayes, guilty of an armed robbery and the murder of former mayor Wilfred Wallis. I charge you with a 45-year sentence which will be served in Silverbay Maximum Security Prison.” And the hammer drops. Pang.

The policemen charge forward within the blink of an eye.

My wife is ripped away from me. Her scream pierces my very soul.

Before I can do so much as blink, the policemen have handcuffed me. I can do nothing but walk with them as they push me towards the doorts. Out of the courtroom and away from my family.

“No! DAD!”

Octavia’s scream gives me the strength I need to rip my left side free from the policemen. I turn around and see my family standing there.

My oldest, Daniel, kneeling on the floor with his arms around my youngest ones, Aria and Arlan.

Viola is screaming and crying.

And Octavia, being hold back by a policeman. She’s trashing, she’s crying but the guy won’t budge.

The only thing I see is my family. Being left behind.

I don’t see one of the policemen grab something.

I don’t see the taser.

Bzzz.

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always5hineee · 4 years

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The Final Bell - Chapter 2: Let’s Go Shopping!

Chapter warnings: Mild language, mention of death

Word count: 3717

Story is also available under Taffysamg on Quotev and Wattpad.

To see the full chapter list, go to the “Final Bell” Tab on my page.

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When the group arrived at the campsite, Taeil brought the car to a slow stop, shifting into park and and unbuckling his seatbelt. (He was the only one who had been buckled in the first place.) Only then did he unlock the doors. Mark crawled past Y/N, being the first to jump out of the car.

"Hey!" He waved his arms, grinning. "We're back!" Taeil and Jaehyun stepped out much more calmly, and Jungwoo waited for her to exit the vehicle, shutting the door behind him. The first person to address them was a calm-looking boy with longer hair.

"Welcome back. What did you manage to find?" Mark looked to Jaehyun, who had been carrying the bag.

"Just the last few bits of non-perishable food, and some medical stuff." The boy in question answered, holding the tattered bag out. The first man nodded, grabbing it.

"Anything helps. Did the bell ring?"

"Yeah, we're thinking maybe three hours, on the safe side?" The man nodded a second time.

"I'll let everyone know- we kind of figured we couldn't stay long." Before walking away, he looked to Y/N, then back to the boys.

"Is she with you?"

"Yeah, this is Y/N." Taeil said. "Jae picked her up on his way back from town. Says she passed out, can't remember much, figured he'd help out."

"What a Good Samaritan." Another voice cut in. He sounded a bit like Mark, if not a bit more grating. "Pleased to meet you." He held out a hand. She didn't move. Shrugging, he continued.

"I'm Haechan. This is Yuta." The quieter boy, who she now knew was 'Yuta', looked to Haechan.

"Can you show her around? I know we're leaving soon, but it's probably better if she meets everyone. Plus, we normally set up the same way." Haechan whistled disappointedly.

"I'd love to, but I'm actually helping with inventory right now since Taeil went out." Yuta looked over, suspicious.

"Then why are you out here?"

"Good point! I'll leave you to it!" He walked off in a direction that was definitely not towards anything having to do with inventory, but Yuta ignored it.

"Fine, I'll see if Taeyong can do it." He looked to Y/N. "I'd show you around myself, but I have to get this stuff stored and start packing up. These guys just got back, so they deserve their downtime. Taeyong's kind of our unofficial leader anyway, so it's better that you meet him."

Taking this as their dismissal, Jaehyun and Jungwoo began to walk off, Mark catching up closely behind. Taeil stayed next to Yuta, who told him that he'd be to the storage tent in a moment. Satisfied, the boy walked off, leaving just Yuta and Y/N.

"Last I checked, Taeyong was in his own tent, so we're gonna head to center." Y/N nodded, not wanting to say anything out of place. She was still taking everything in. It wasn't a long walk, and soon they were at faded green tent. Yuta attempted knocking, which wasn't too easy on fabric. After receiving no response, he called out,

"Taeyong! We have a guest, can I come in?" After a moment, a muffled voice returned.

"Yeah, of course."

Unzipping the front, Yuta pulled the flap out of the way, stepping in. It was pretty roomy for a tent, but the ceiling was low enough that they had to sit down. In front of her was a much younger-looking man than she had expected. He was fairly thin, sitting cross-legged and reading a book. He had one earbud in, the cable linking to an old-school MP3 player. He was sitting on top of a sleeping bag next to a fold-out table littered with random items. Y/N looked curious, but neglected to say anything. Strangely, he noticed this fairly quickly.

"If you have a question, you can just ask." He said. His voice was soft, but definitely confident. He seemed interested in her, if only in a logistical way.

"How did you get music in the apocalypse?" She asked. She immediately regretted it- it was fairly stupid, after all. He laughed, but not rudely, just amused.

"I had this before everything went to shit." He waved the tiny device. "We do have one computer, but it's pretty useless without WiFi. Thankfully during the first few days of this disaster, Doyoung downloaded terabytes full of data, so we have a good bit of knowledge stored up. Not much music on it, though." Doyoung... she hadn't heard that name yet.

"If you ever need music, Taeyong's your guy." Yuta explained. "He makes it sound like he doesn't but I think he has every known genre on that thing." Taeyong laughed again, pulling his other earbud out.

"Anyway, you're not here to talk about that. What can I help you both with?" Yuta cut in to explain.

"Jaehyun found her in the neighborhood we just raided. She doesn't remember much, and they figured she could use the help. The boys are all busy, and we were hoping you could at least talk to her, if not show her around?" Taeyong stretched, preparing to get up.

"Sure, I don't mind. What's everyone doing?"

"Packing up- we have to move again."

"Ah. Anyway, I'd be happy to show..." He looked to her. "I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name?"

"Y/N."

"Y/N- I like it. Well, Y/N, we should be on our way, then." Crawling out after Yuta, he stood outside, cracking his knuckles. "And Yuta- make sure Haechan actually does something." The boy nodded, walking off to another tent. Taeyong looked to her, hands on his hips.

"So, would you prefer to start from here, or the front?" As this was one of the first questions she'd been asked apart from her name, she struggled to find an answer for a moment.

"Uh, I... From here is fine?" He nodded.

"Alright, let's get started then."

They walked the campsite, visiting various tents and clearings. Each tent was either uniquely colored or had a label indicating it's function. The big black tent was for storing resources, the orange tent was for medical supplies and treatment, the assorted blue and green tents were sleeping quarters, the clearing in the middle with the fire pit was for cooking and eating, the grayish-purple tent was for weapons, and the areas around the camp were for cars.

"Most of the cars are actually just stolen from the next town over. We bring them here, take the parts we want, pump out the gas, and leave them here as a barrier until we move. We all basically travel in the black van, and one person drives the old Ford with the extra stuff." He pointed to a beat up car.

"Generally Taeil drives the van and Jungwoo takes the car, but it can switch off. Can you drive?" Y/N nodded.

"I'm not the best, per se, but I can handle a car." He smiled.

"That's better than some of these guys can do, so that's already helpful." At that, his eyes widened slightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to even ask- are you thinking about staying? Not to be blunt, but it's a matter of planning."

Oh... was she staying? She didn't really have anywhere better to go, and going solo didn't seem like the best option, but she didn't even know these men. Still, they had taken her in, and seemed alright... Worst case scenario, they killed her, right? The zombies would do that anyway. Finally, she decided.

"Yeah, if... if it's not too much trouble? Safety in numbers, right?" He nodded.

"That's what we're hoping, at least. So, you haven't been inside any of the tents- except for mine, of course. Any interest? I can't promise the guys will want you in their spaces, but the public stuff it definitely up for grabs."

"I mean, not to be high-maintenance, but I'd like to see all of them." He waved a hand.

"No trouble at all! Let's hit the med-tent first, it's right over there." Taeyong led her to the orange tent, unzipping the flap and stepping inside. This tent was significantly taller than Taeyong's, leaving room to stand. There were two cots inside, as well as a few crates. On one of these crates sat Jungwoo, and another Jaehyun. The former was pushing the other's hair out of the way, shining a flashlight into his eyes.

"You don't have a concussion. It'll just bruise." Jungwoo said.

"I told you." Jaehyun grumbled, standing up to leave. Instead of the exit, though, he came face to face with the touring pair. "Oh, hey Taeyong. Y/N."

"Jaehyun- what happened? Did you get hurt on the raid?" Taeyong asked, concerned. He shook his head.

"No, just knocked heads with the new lady." He gestured. "I told him I was fine, but he wanted to check it out anyway."

"Speaking of which, you sit down as well." Jungwoo demanded, gesturing to her. Surprised, she shuffled over, sitting down on the crate. "Look at my eyes, don't move." She did as he told, meeting his dark eyes as he shone the LED in her face. He grabbed her jaw, slowly moving her head left and right.

"This doesn't seem like medical equipment." She commented awkwardly as he checked her pupils.

"It's not- we do the best we can. Thankfully, there are plenty of first aid kits in all those houses, so we have a surplus of bandaids and disinfectant." Clicking the light off, he seemed satisfied. "You're fine. If anything, I’d say you’re severely dehydrated, but that’s all.”

"See?" Jaehyun said. "You keep acting like we're all made of glass. You don't need to check up on us every time something hurts. You'd make me come in if I had a hangnail."

"What if you pulled the hangnail out, touched something with zombie-virus on it, became infected, and killed everyone before we could catch the disease?" Jungwoo shot back. Jaehyun just huffed, grabbing for the tent flap.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be in my tent." After Jaehyun had exited, Taeyong began to go a bit more in detail.

"We pick up whatever medical equipment we can find when we raid towns. Jungwoo is kind of our impromptu physician. As you can see, he worries, but he's pretty good at it." Jungwoo shut his eyes, clearly embarrassed. "Anyway, thanks, man! We're gonna head to the weapons tent."

Not long after, they had made their way to the purple tent, which was significantly smaller. This was likely because it didn't need to house so many people. The inside was sparse, housing only large wooden crates with bold black letters on the sides. Among them were, "Gunpowder", "Bullets", "Explosives", and "Blades".

"Actually, while we're here, we should get you a few weapons. You shouldn't be walking around unarmed. What do you like?" This surprised her.

"I'm not really familiar with anything in particular." He stared for a moment, and then laughed.

"Oh, sorry, I should have realized. Everyone kind of has their preferences. Just look around, see if anything catches your eye. I need to switch out a few anyway, and pack some stuff. Take your time."

Out of curiosity, she started with the box labeled "explosives". True to the name, it was full of fireworks, a few grenades, makeshift tinfoil bombs, gasoline, and even half-empty bottles of vodka. The bottom of the crate was littered with flint and lighters. Obviously, it wasn't the safest setup, and nothing really looked that appealing. She wasn't trying to accidentally blow her own head off.

After looking around another few minutes, she finally opened the "Blades" box. Originally, she had been worried, scared to find bloodied, rusting, scary knives. Instead, she was met with clean, well-polished blades of all assortments. There was everything from kitchen knives to full-on swords. Immediately, one caught her attention.

It was completely black, the edge slightly shinier. It was definitely bigger than a knife, but shorter than a sword, about a foot long if she had to guess. She swung it once, surprising Taeyong.

"Woah, watch where you put that!" He laughed awkwardly. "That's a classic, though. Did you used to watch zombie movies?" She shrugged.

"Not particularly."

"Huh. Well, you're welcome to it. Maybe grab a pocket knife as well, for utility. You should also pick out a gun."

After attempting to do what he asked, she finally had to request his assistance in picking a gun. Amused at her oblivious nature on the subject, he picked out a common handgun- a Glock 19. He took a few minutes showing her how to load and fire it, giving her a few boxes of ammunition as well. Soon, her arms were full of, well... arms.

"We should probably get you a belt for all that stuff. We can go the storage tent next." This tent was evidently the largest out of all of them, with at least three separate support sections. It was full to the brim of 50-gallon plastic containers, all labeled in different handwritings. There were a few people inside- Yuta was loading a box, saying something that she didn't catch to Taeil. Surprisingly, Haechan was there as well, although he wasn't doing much. As far as she could tell, he was occasionally throwing random items into boxes basketball-style.

"Ah! Y/N!" Yuta called as he caught her eye, walking over. "Hope everything's been going well." Looking to her arms, he laughed. "I see they already have you packing. I assume you're here for a belt?" She nodded. "Well, you're in luck. Jaehyun made a few the other day." Walking away and digging in a nearby bin, he pulled out a black belt.

It was obviously makeshift, as the original belt was a slightly different color. Still, the stitching was fairly neat, covering the appendage with loops and pockets. Yuta pointed as he explained.

"This is for a handgun, and these pockets are for ammunition. This big loop is if you have to carry a rifle, but it doesn't seem like you have one, so don't worry about it. This loop is for a larger blade, like a sword or that machete, and the rest are for smaller knives." Grabbing it from his open palm, she looked it over.

"This seems really detailed." She commented.

"Jaehyun's good with weapons, so he knows what's good to carry. Don't make fun of him for the sewing, he's actually kind of proud of it. Also, he'll probably kill you." This distressed her slightly. Jaehyun was not sounding like someone she wanted to hang around. Still, the other boys seemed comfortable, so she said nothing.

"So, there's not much to see here. We keep food, water, cooking appliances, wood, miscellaneous stuff, clothing-"

"Clothing?" Y/N found herself asking. She was already feeling dirty in her old clothes, and who knew how long she had been wearing them.

"Oh, you're probably looking for some new threads." He realized. "That doesn't seem very protective."

"Or clean." She added. He shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess. Taeil!" The other boy stopped what he was doing, looking up. "Can you help Y/N go through the clothes?" He nodded, waving her over.

Taeil led her to the back of the tent as Yuta started up a conversation with Taeyong. He popped the lid on a blue bin, explaining the wild organizations.

"Those are shirts, jeans, pants, underwear, masks and bandanas-" She watched as he started opening other lids. Digging through the pants bin, she quickly realized that this would be harder than she thought.

"I... don't suppose you have any... girls' clothes? Or something smaller?"

"Hmm?" Taeil looked back to her. "Oh... oh, right. We uh, don't usually pick up anything that we wouldn't use ourselves... sorry." She shook her head.

"No, it makes sense... I'll figure it out." She kept digging for something a bit smaller.

"Here," Taeil offered, "You pick out something that works for now, and we can go visit Johnny while the others pack up."

"Johnny?" She asked. Yet another name she was unfamiliar with.

"Yeah, he's kind of known for having a lot of random stuff. I'll bet he has some better clothes on-hand. He doesn't live near here, so I'll drive you out. It's hard to explain, you'll just have to see. I'll go tell Taeyong, you pick something out."

She nodded, turning back to the bins. After a few more moments of searching, she settled on a pair of black skinny jeans (that weren't so skinny on her), an oversized red shirt with a black collar and accents, a new pair of socks, and the best-fitting black boots she could find. Satisfied that there was no one around, she changed, thankfully uninterrupted. She looked herself over in the absence of a mirror, fairly pleased with the look. The belt full of weapons was definitely an unfamiliar sight, but it made her feel badass at least. Walking out to where the boys were still standing, she caught the tail end of their conversation.

"Haechan, you go and load up. Maybe you can actually be helpful." Taeyong said. "I'll go with Taeil to Johnny's, and we can make sure none of the guys need anything while we're out." As Y/N approached, he looked to her outfit.

"Oh, good you found someth-" He stopped.

"What, is something wrong?" She asked, worried that she looked stupid.

"No, no, sorry. Just caught me off guard. You have good taste- that's WinWin's shirt." WinWin. Yet another person she hadn't met.

"WinWin? Doyoung, Johnny? You have to introduce me to all these people." She said, already exasperated by the amount of names she was forced to remember.

"Sorry, I know it's a lot." Taeyong smiled apologetically. "Doyoung is almost always in his own tent, and Johnny doesn't live in the campsite with us. WinWin, uh..." He swallowed hard, eyes shifting to avoid hers.

"WinWin is no longer with us." Yuta finished for him, obviously seeing him struggle.

"Oh, I- I'm so sorry-" Y/N sputtered, trying to figure out what to say. "I can change if-" Taeyong collected himself, smiling sadly.

"No, no, you're fine. We don't carry around all of this stuff just for show- you're welcome to wear it. I should tell everyone the new plans, I'll see you all later- call me when you're about to leave!" He was evidently faking his cheery attitude, but no one was about to call him out on it. Taeil waved Haechan and Yuta back to what they were doing, leading Y/N out of the tent.

"Sorry about that. Taeyong sort of blames himself for WinWin... we all do. It's no accident that we're this well coordinated... we had to learn the hard way." She, once again, didn't know what to say. Obviously, the pseudonym 'WinWin' paved the way for plenty of jokes, and- once again obviously- none of them were appropriate. She didn't know him at all, but it still felt somber for some reason.

"I'm sorry..." Was all she could muster. He shook his head.

"No, I'm sorry for making things so... sad. We should get ready to go, I'll call Taeyong." Pulling a black device off of his own belt, he spoke into it.

"TY! We're rolling out, over." At this, she realized it was a walkie-talkie.

"What's the range on that?"

"Hmm?" He looked to the device. "Oh, about ten miles. It has twelve channels, though, so we don't get much interference. It was originally a lot lower, but Doyoung boosted them pretty well." There was the name Doyoung again.

"The computer and the radios? He seems like a tech guy." Taeil shrugged.

"Yeah, he kinda does all our electronic stuff. He's alright with helping me fix up the cars, too. Everyone just sort of... took up a place. You'll find something you're good at, too. We'll go get you your own radio afterwards." Right on time, Taeyong walked up. He had clearly recollected himself well, showing no signs of ever having been shaken up.

"Alright, let's get on the road! We'll take the van, and they'll load up the Ford while we're out." Taeil held out the keys to him.

"Do you want to drive?" He shot a dirty look.

"You know I can't." Laughing he spun them on his finger.

"Still funny."

"It's really not."

They walked to the van, Taeyong choosing to sit in the middle row with Y/N rather than shotgun.

"Are you gonna scan channels?" Taeil asked, receiving a nod from the leader. As they pulled out, Taeyong began meddling with his own radio.

"What are you looking for?" Without looking up, Taeyong paused.

"Johnny is usually nearby. He doesn't really have a choice, as we all live according to the zombie's migration patterns. Still, he's kind of an ass, and always switches what channel he's on. Sometimes he won't even pick up. We're kind of forced to just check every channel until something comes up." His eyes lit up after a particularly loud burst of static.

"Hold on, this might be him." Holding the device to his mouth, he said, "Johnny? This is Taeyong, we're looking to come grab some stuff. Where are you? Over." It was silent for a moment, humming in and out. Taeyong seemed annoyed.

"It's definitely him." This confused Y/N.

"Really? It doesn't sound like anyone's there to me." He sighed.

"Sometimes he won't even answer unless it's 'interesting'. He glanced her over. "Thankfully, I think this will intrigue him." Putting the plastic to his lips again, he said, "We're looking for clothes. Girl's clothes. Over." Sure enough, it was only seconds before they got a response. A deep, crackling male voice rang over the radio.

"Happy to help, supreme leader Tae! I'm about four miles Northwest of your campsite. I'm sort of in the middle of closing my stuff up, though, so make it quick." Taeyong looked to her with a sort of 'I told you so' look, then linked eyes with Taeil in the rearview mirror.

"You hear that?"

"Yep, headed Northwest."

And with that, they started their drive towards Johnny. He seemed all too strange for Y/N, but she didn't really have a choice. She could only hope that things would go smoothly. Taeyong had told her to ask questions if she was curious, but... she didn't want to interrogate them the whole way home. Finally, she simply settled into her seat, gazing out at the barren wastelands.

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perspective-series · 5 years

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Werewolf Perspective (10/10) FINAL CHAPTER

By @arc852 and @hiddendreamer67

Warnings: This is the last chapter and that makes us sad :’(

(Check the reblog for links to the previous chapters!)

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Patton hummed but it was in that moment that Roman came out with two plates of steak. “Dinner is served!” He announced, placing them on the dining table.

Virgil came over and scooped both humans up, bringing them over to the table.

“Ah...thank you.” Logan nodded, walking over towards the middle.

“Thanks!” Patton did the same and followed Logan, looking at the food. “Wow! This looks so good!” He complimented.

Roman grinned. “Why thank you Patton! We worked hard on it!” Roman took his seat.

“How much do you guys eat?” Virgil asked, ready with a knife.

“Ah, not much.” Logan informed him, taking a healthy step back from the weapon.

Virgil nodded, cutting off two chunks and handing them to Patton and Logan respectively.

Patton took his happily and wasted no time in biting into it. He hummed at the flavor, ignoring how some juices got all over his face and a bit on his shirt. “So good.”

Roman grinned at Patton’s reaction and took his own bite. “Glad you like it Pat.”

“Indeed, well done.” Logan commented, despite the fact the meat itself was much more rare. He was more cautious in his eating habits, trying to once again not make a mess.

Virgil smiled slightly at both human’s praises, cautiously eating away at his own.

Roman ate his portion quickly and then cleared his throat to gain everyone’s attention. He shared a look with Virgil. “Look there is...something we have to tell you.” Roman said.

Patton perked up. So Roman must have decided to tell Logan! Great!

“...right.” Virgil braced himself, trying to figure out how to word this correctly. “You see...the thing is…”

“Let me guess:” Logan cut him off. “The two of you have bonded to us.”

Roman’s eyes widened. “Wait...how did you know?!” Roman was actually shocked.

Patton was confused. “Wait, both of you are bonded to both of us? But Roman told me he was just bonded to Logan!” Roman winced at that.

“Yeah...that changed pretty quickly.” The bond hadn’t been instant but it was pretty darn close.

“You told Patton already?” Virgil felt only slightly betrayed as he looked at Roman.

“That was before I found out you bonded with them as well! And before I bonded with Patton.” Roman explained, hating the look on Virgil’s face.

Patton could only blink in shock. “...Oh.”

“I could tell something was off.” Logan explained. “Your behaviors deviated too far from ‘typical’ wolf behavior. It was easy to tell, what with the way Roman dropped everything to help me and Virgil was anti-humans one night and pro-Patton the next.”

“I wasn’t completely anti-human…” Virgil muttered, now starting to hate the memories of how he originally treated Logan.

“We’re sorry if this seems...sudden.” Roman started. “But that’s just how werewolf bonds are.” Roman shrugged. “Are you, like, I mean, is this okay?” Roman stuttered over his words, nervous just as much as Virgil about all this.

Patton thought for a moment. “Well, I don’t know a ton about how all this works and stuff but I like the sound of it! I already considered you guys my friends the moment you helped me and Logan out!”

“...Logan?” Virgil leaned forwards slightly, anxious for the other human’s response.

“Well I suppose expectations need to be set.” Logan realized. “I understand that the whole ‘bonding’ thing is instinctual, but at the same time it’s quite odd in this scenario given it is one-sided. What exactly would you expect of us, given that we’re not wolves?”

“Well, we were hoping that maybe...you would move in with us? Like, I mean, the whole packmate thing isn’t too different from like, a roommate situation. Just with...more feelings.” Roman tried his best to explain the bond.

Patton’s eyes widened. “Move...in?” Patton should have expected that but really, he hadn’t.

“You could move into my room, Pat.” Virgil’s ears perked up, his tail already wagging. “I mean, if you want.”

“I-I mean that would be a...a big move.” Patton’s lips twitched up. “Pun intended.” He sighed though and looked down.

“I mean, it sounds nice, like I said, you two are my friends! But...Logan?” Patton turned to Logan to see what he thought.

“I don’t think a life of isolation would be ideal for you, Patton.” Logan admitted. “Humans need human companionship. And while I myself may be ostracized by the village, you are not. You have friends there.”

“He has friends here, too.” Virgil let out a slight growl of jealousy.

“Well, I mean, it’s not like we can never go back, right? I mean, it didn’t take the two of you very long to go there and come back. A trip to town a few times a week doesn’t seem out of the question.” Patton said and then looked up at the giants. “Right?”

Roman grinned, happy to see Patton wanting this. “We wouldn’t be able to get too close to the village but yes! We can most certainly do that if you want to visit.”

“Well, I’ll need all my lab equipment, as well as the rest of our belongings.” Logan brought up another issue.

“We can help you grab those tomorrow.” Virgil offered.

“Yes, it will be no problem. I mean, if you really want, we can take your whole house with us.” Roman laughed.

Patton’s eyes widened at the thought. “Talk about packing everything up.”

“I feel like that’s a bad plan, but I honestly cannot think of a solid reason to refute it…” Logan mused.

“Uh, how about the fact someone will see us?” Virgil’s eyes widened at his pack’s stupidity.

“Oh, right.” Roman said sheepishly. “But we can definitely help you with everything inside the house.” Roman grinned.

“We could move it at night, no one would need to know.” Logan suggested, still excited by the idea of trying to move the entire house.

“No house-moving.” Virgil insisted, frowning down at Logan.

Roman rolled his eyes fondly at Virgil but sent Logan a wink to let him know they would definitely try it.

“Wait...so does that mean we’re doing this?” Patton asked and Roman frowned.

“Uh, well, it’s up to the two of you.” Roman turned to Logan.

“I mean…” Logan paused, noticing the way the wolves seemed to lean in to hear his every word. “I would certainly be open to the idea, although I feel the need to inform you that my experimentations tend to get quite dangerous.”

“We’re giant werewolves.” Virgil glanced at Roman. “I think we’ll be fine.”

“In fact, it might even be better for you to do your experiments here. There’s more room and less things you can explode.” Roman said with a grin.

Patton couldn’t help but match it. “We’re moving in!” He shouted with joy.

“Oh thank god.” Virgil collapsed onto the tabletop, looking exhausted. “That was ridiculously stressful.”

“Why?” Logan tilted his head. “I mean, I know a positive outcome is optimal, but you could have just kept us here anyways.”

Roman’s ears folded back against his head. “We would never do that! A-A bond involves everyone.” Roman looked down. “If you truly did not want to be here, we would be crushed, but we would not stop you from leaving.”

“Roman, I apologize.” Logan winced, noticing how offended and heartbroken Roman seemed to get. “I didn’t mean any offence.”

“It’s fine.” Virgil shrugged, looking slightly down as well. “It was a fair question.”

“We don’t have to worry about it either way.” Patton said, trying to cheer everyone up. “Because we are definitely going through with this.” Patton grinned.

Roman perked up, tail wagging once more. “Yes! Oh, we have to start preparing. Logan! You can stay in my room!”

“Satisfactory.” Logan nodded, looking pleased with this result.

“Pat, you’re with me then.” Virgil paused. “I mean, if you want that is.”

“That sounds great Virge!” Patton exclaimed. Not that he didn’t like Roman but he was glad he got to be with Virgil.

“Wonderful! Then it is all settled!” Roman grinned and stood up in his excitement. “Welcome to your new home!”

#werewolf perspective #g/t #giant/tiny #sanders sides #werewolf!roman #werewolf au #werewolves #werewolf!virgil #alchemist!logan #Human!Logan #human!patton #villager!patton #part 10 #wolf boys

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incarnateirony · 5 years

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Scifi weapon design

A conversation that spawned off a mix of combat and smithing conversation from our resident nerds, smiths, and trained weapon-folk into a discussion about angel blades. Leaving a few early anchor points with names you might not recognize, but it’ll get there in a few sentences. The conversation initially started in people not understanding combat at all, and a bunch of us watching Forged in Fire on the regular, some of our history in trained blade combat IRL, or in our own weapon design, etc, but I’ll trim it down to the most relevant parts.

TLDR: Angel blade design was terrible for their use.

Final call: Castiel should have a Karambit, period, and if you don’t read all the nerdery, watch the video at the end and think about how he fights and that’ll tell it all.

CastielToday at 12:39 PM

I think that's what fascinated me about Castiel tbh, Cas fights like a Santhis without blades

Sam WinchesterToday at 12:39 PM

GOOD FIGHTERS HAVE A RHYTHM

CastielToday at 12:39 PM

yeah but I also mean his footwork and shit

Sam WinchesterToday at 12:39 PM

Yep

CastielToday at 12:40 PM

he just unfortunately has a really inefficient blade due to show design the angel blade's shape is almost like... stupid, that's for if you're dealing with heavy armor enemies wtf

Sam WinchesterToday at 12:40 PM

It's a fucking pike blade. It's meant to be on a POLE Like I get that it's the largest it could be in order to be summoned from the armpit dimension BUT STILL

Aryn Prime #TokenStraight😘Today at 12:41 PM

I laughed so hard when it was introduced It’s barely even sharp

Sam WinchesterToday at 12:42 PM

Like. I see what they were trying to do with it But they failed

Dean WinchesterToday at 12:42 PM

are y'all really complaining about magic blades

Aryn Prime #TokenStraight😘Today at 12:42 PM

TES Yes

Sam WinchesterToday at 12:42 PM

Yes we are

Dean WinchesterToday at 12:42 PM

it looks nifty that's enough for me

Aryn Prime #TokenStraight😘Today at 12:42 PM

facepalms

Dean WinchesterToday at 12:42 PM

magic realism vs Magic Realism™

CastielToday at 12:42 PM

like no seriously

CastielToday at 12:43 PM

it's the least efficient design they could have given it

Dean WinchesterToday at 12:43 PM

IT LOOKS NIFTY

CastielToday at 12:43 PM

IT LOOKS STUPID

Dean WinchesterToday at 12:43 PM

no u

Aryn Prime #TokenStraight😘Today at 12:43 PM

TEAM UP BLADE DESIGN GO

Dean WinchesterToday at 12:43 PM

don't make me stab cas with it again

CastielToday at 12:43 PM

What they SHOULD have done is given a lore where the angel blade is somehow attached to the will of the angel and can change form

Aryn Prime #TokenStraight😘Today at 12:43 PM

*RE-DESIGN HELL YEAH

Dean WinchesterToday at 12:44 PM

too much budget

CastielToday at 12:44 PM

not really

Dean WinchesterToday at 12:44 PM

less recognizable less marketable

Aryn Prime #TokenStraight😘Today at 12:44 PM

Shhhhh

CastielToday at 12:44 PM

it's the recognizable/marketable aspect but it wouldn't cost much more

Sam WinchesterToday at 12:45 PM

They were going for this

Sam WinchesterToday at 12:45 PM

And they failed

CastielToday at 12:45 PM

LMAO shea

Aryn Prime #TokenStraight😘Today at 12:45 PM

It would explain the archangel blades Like If you wanted to go for less variety, it could be determined by the class or rank of angel

CastielToday at 12:46 PM

I can tell you right now with Castiel's battle style that is ABSOLUTELY not the kind of blade he should be using

Sam WinchesterToday at 12:46 PM

It's a four edged sword that was used for a VERY VERY VERY short period of time because GUESS WHAT IT WASN'T FUCKING EFFICIENT

Sam WinchesterToday at 12:48 PM

They thought that sharpening four edges instead of just two and keeping the blade flat would allow for better stabby ability, when, in truth, it made for a MUCH weaker sword in hand-to-hand and much more likely for the opponent's blade to slip past the guard.

Aryn Prime #TokenStraight😘Today at 12:52 PM

Re: swords I would love to see more varied weapon use in spn buuuttt it’s ending. So I get my fix here. Lol

Sam WinchesterToday at 12:53 PM

Look Blade design is something I critique very heavily inwardly. I have personal favorites that I love seeing used. I personally think the Angels would have been given a lot more justice if they were given something like a Xiphos or something like that. Still not a big blade, but MORE EFFICIENT THAN A SILVER TOOTHPICK

Aryn Prime #TokenStraight😘Today at 12:55 PM

So, like, if I hypothetically write anything with sword/knife combat (in roleplay) you’d tell me if it was dumbass stupid

Sam WinchesterToday at 12:55 PM

Sure. LOL This is a Xiphos. Very simple in make but EXTREMELY efficient as a short-range weapon

Aryn Prime #TokenStraight😘Today at 12:56 PM

Okay, looks similar to Bilbo’s sword in the Hobbit How effective is the guard? It looks a bit small

Sam WinchesterToday at 12:58 PM

You...You don't need a guard for that kind of sword Because you pair it with a shield That sword isn't designed to catch another. You do something that my trainer lovingly referred to as "turtle up." Which is where you get behind your shield and only swing when there's an opening

Aryn Prime #TokenStraight😘Today at 1:00 PM

Ahh

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:00 PM

FYI I'm horrible at sword and shield fighting.

Aryn Prime #TokenStraight😘Today at 1:00 PM

WHO DIDN'T GIVE BILBO HIS SHIELD

(edited)It seems like more multitasking

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:01 PM

Look One of the biggest critiques I have In Lord of the Rings Is their use of short-range weapons

MaggieToday at 1:01 PM

oooo sharp and pointy end talk

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:02 PM

I'm trained in this baby right here.

Mostly.

Aryn Prime #TokenStraight😘Today at 1:03 PM

1) feel like they just gave the hobbits short range weapons and called it a day lol(edited)

CastielToday at 1:04 PM

Before I try to resume writing I'm sitting here trying to think what kind of blade would best serve Cas. His habit of blade flipping makes me think he needs something that handles in reverse efficiently Also his movements Would make fantastic slashing motions with an edged blade

Aryn Prime #TokenStraight😘Today at 1:05 PM

2) Even though the grips wouldn't work well and blade design contributes a lot to the functionality of it.

CastielToday at 1:05 PM

And his habit of blade-blocking with his toothpick

Dean WinchesterToday at 1:05 PM

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:05 PM

This is my baaaaby

CastielToday at 1:05 PM

Honestly? A blade like that would be better by Cas, yes, minus the donkey bone and curse

Aryn Prime #TokenStraight😘Today at 1:05 PM

SAVE IT

Dean WinchesterToday at 1:06 PM

Cas MoC arc when

CastielToday at 1:06 PM

what kind of blade would you give Cas, Shea like specifically for his combat style

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:06 PM

Min

CastielToday at 1:06 PM

is that a khopesh

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:07 PM

Says it's a scimitar but I know better I just can't remember the name It's basically

Aryn Prime #TokenStraight😘Today at 1:07 PM

I don't think that's a Khopesh? At least not a style I've seen

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:07 PM

The Romanian version of the scimitar

CastielToday at 1:07 PM

yeah I guess it's not scythelike enough for a khopesh A kilij? but yeah scimitar is right, or even something of similar design and a little smaller if we wanted to keep him CQC

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:08 PM

I WAS JUST ABOUT TO TYPE THAT Kilij

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:09 PM

They're usually more curved than that one. I guess it COULD qualify as like... a really slim scimitar because of the angle of the curve Lord I gotta get out of the ridiculously curved blade swords. They're meant for slashing from horseback Lets you dodge your horse easier

Aryn Prime #TokenStraight😘Today at 1:10 PM

Looks like a short sword kizlyar

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:11 PM

Yeah that's closer But it has just the right about of curve to be more effective when reversed to ride along the arm

Aryn Prime #TokenStraight😘Today at 1:12 PM

CastielToday at 1:13 PM

A bebut would be good for Cas, it's like a 17 inch blade

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:15 PM

You know what would be REALLY good for Cas, though? And it looks like a piece of grilling equipment

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:15 PM

CastielToday at 1:15 PM

...when ur husband likes bbq but u a warrior

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:16 PM

NO DO YOU REALIZE HOW FUCKING DEADLY CAS WOULD BE WITH A FUCKING SPIKE?

Dean WinchesterToday at 1:16 PM

Dean giving suburban dad a new meaning

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:16 PM

THAT IS A WEAPONI TOLD YOU IT LOOKS LIKE GRILLING EQUIPMENT BUT IT IS A WEAPON

CastielToday at 1:16 PM

Honestly yes and no, I honestly feel like a curved dagger with a slashing edge and a piking tip would be optimal for him Because of the way he sweeps

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:16 PM

Obviously Min A four inch spike Would not be his main weapon But he needs one

CastielToday at 1:17 PM

oh as like a side yeah but then you have the angel blade which is theoretically the same just inefficiently designed

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:17 PM

That's the kind of weapon you use to drain someone's sinuses through the base of their chin

Dean WinchesterToday at 1:17 PM

what

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:18 PM

Another personal favorite

CastielToday at 1:18 PM

and suddenly we're in alistair territory

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:18 PM

I have one at my Dad's house somewhere nah Cas wouldn't use something like that but DAMN if it's not one of my favorite combat weapons

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:21 PM

I have never once in my life Ever thought To throw a push dagger OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

MaggieToday at 1:22 PM

i wouldn't have either, if i hadn't seen other people do it.

CastielToday at 1:22 PM

Cas could fuck some people up with that

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:23 PM

That shit would turn every hand motion you made into a deadly blow holy shit I NEED IT

MaggieToday at 1:23 PM

dude, Cas with that would be terrifying.like, more so than normal.

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:23 PM

Mom MOM MOOOOOOOM IT'S ONLY $36 CAN I HAVE IT

CastielToday at 1:23 PM

can it ship in less than 5 days

MaggieToday at 1:24 PM

so, they've shown that angel blades can be melted down to bullets. can he melt down his blade and reforge it to that?

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:24 PM

Ships within 3 FUCKNOT ENOUGH TIME Portland agenda. I will own that

CastielToday at 1:24 PM

hey shea remember how in the rp ellie was talking about melting down Cas' archangel blade to make it into a totem for the new way of binding him. That blade. Hooked eagle design

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:25 PM

>___> Ooo

Sam WinchesterToday at 1:26 PM

OH THIS FIGHTING STYLE LOOKS FAMILIAR

youtube

#supernatural #spn #angels #angel blades #weapons #castiel

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theswordofpens · 5 years

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Political Views (From a regular guy in America)

Hey folks! I know some of us don’t like talking about politics on here, but I thought I’d share my thoughts on a few political topics in the spirit of you guys learning to get to know me. So, without further ado, here we go!

What are your thoughts on Racism in our country? I think Racism is by far the DUMBEST social construct we’ve made. There’s literally zero amount of difference between two different people of two different skin pigmentations and ethnic backgrounds. I believe Racism should be abolished in this country and I think both Nazis and White Supremacists should have to register as a “Public Offender” like sex offenders have to. Why? I can’t begin to tell you how many pictures I’ve seen of hundreds of thousands of different people being murdered in cold blood - all for the sake of saying that a stupid ideology should be the law of the land. In the almost 243 years our country has been in existence, the issue of Racism still plagues us to this day. I think that’s beyond ridiculous. What are your thoughts on Women’s rights and Feminism? This is a very similar problem when it comes to the Racism subject. The only difference is that it’s Sex and Gender Elitism instead of Racial Supremacy. To think that one sex is better than the other (ie Men are superior to Women, vice versa) is foolish and is a dangerous thought process. That kind of thinking has led to the great social division that hinders our country today. Women deserve equal pay for equal jobs and equal hours. Women deserve equality in the hiring process for ANY job or career they wish to pursue. Women deserve paid maternity leave, and it should be illegal for ANY company to fire them while they’re on said maternity leave. And last but certainly not least, WOMEN DESERVE THE RIGHT TO ABORTIONS. PERIOD.

What are your thoughts on Immigration? I think Immigration is what’s built our country today. It’s safe to say that 90% of people who currently live in the US can trace their lineage to somewhere outside of the US. Immigrants should be welcomed with open arms, not concrete walls, chain link fences, barb wire and assault rifles. If anyone comes to our country as an immigrant and wishes to help make our country a better place, I say we should let them. We should help them to find jobs and affordable housing, good education for their children, and ultimately a good life for them to live within our country. We should give immigrants the same treatment we give to ourselves, because really, they’ve become one of us. What are your thoughts on Religion in our country? I don’t believe that any one religion is better than the other and I fully believe in Separation of Church & State. Politics are NOT the proper place for your own personal beliefs, and Religion is NOT the proper place for your own personal agenda. I’ll scream that from the rooftops, if I have to. Politics should be a place of non-biased people with the goal in mind to work together to make our country better. No one religion should get special treatment, and no one of different religious beliefs should be discriminated against. Enough said.

What are your thoughts on Gun Rights & Gun Control? I fully believe in the second amendment right for American Citizens to own and possess firearms. THAT SAID! I also believe in reason, perhaps more so than I do in the second amendment. Former felons shouldn’t have the right to possess or own firearms (unless they go through a rigorous rehabilitation and reconciliation course designed to help and reintegrate former felons back into society). I believe sex offenders and the “public offenders” that I mentioned above should also not have the right to possess firearms. I believe that Americans should NEVER possess weapons that can be considered “tactical.” Tactical weapons belong in the hands of those qualified to operate that kind of equipment in tactical situations (ie SWAT, Police, Military forces, FBI, Secret Service). I think there should be “switch” program where Americans can trade in their tactical weapons to the Federal Government for similar, non-tactical versions of that weapon OR for cash reimbursement. I also think that Firearm owning age should be 21, the same age as drinking.

What are your thoughts on LGBTQIA+ community and their rights? I think they’re just as much human and deserving of the same rights as we are. What, just because somebody isn’t straight or they don’t view themselves within the confines on gender or sex that makes them less than human? The LGBTQIA+ community, and anyone who falls into that category, should have the rights of equal employment, equal hours, equal pay, equal rights, equal abilities to marry, equal rights to medical operations, equal ability to adopt, and equal treatment. Period, end of discussion. What are your thoughts on Stem Cell Research and Possible Cloning? I believe in the medical benefits of Stem Cell Research and how it could vastly improve the lives of many Americans who are suffering without it. I think that Stem Cell Research should not only be made legal, but also that it should receive government funding and that access to Stem Cell therapy should be made open to the common folk. In regards to the Cloning issue, I don’t believe that full-fledged, human cloning should be legal. HAVING SAID THAT: I do, however, believe in the medical benefits of partial human cloning in regards to damaged limbs and organs, and that such treatment and therapy should be available for the general public.

What are your thoughts on political parties? Political parties have their uses, but I don’t think they should have nearly the full endorsement they have today. Political parties and those affiliated with them should be kept at an arm’s length away from American Politics, in a sense. What a person identifies in regards to political parties shouldn’t be as important as what they want to do in order to benefit this country and how they wish to do so. Political parties shouldn’t receive federal funding, as they should be funded by independent sources. Not only that, people who wish to run for an elected office need to pass a written and a multiple choice test in order to prove that they have the proper knowledge and critical thinking skills needed in order to properly lead in the position they wish to be elected for.

What are your thoughts on education? I believe that every American deserves to have quality education from schools in which they attend. I also believe the whole “let's make our students pay thousands of dollars in order for them to take a nose dive into debt and then we won't hire them because they got a degree in something we don't like” is BS. We can't take credit in degrees in this country anymore because it's no longer about how hard you work, but rather, how much did you pay to get the degree? While free college may not be realistic in this country (unfortunately) I do think we should greatly lower the cost of a higher education. Any university you go to should only cost two times of what city or community college costs. That way, instead of driving ourselves into a debt that we can't pay, we can pay off a more reasonable amount and we wouldn't be in the same debt we’re in today.

What are your thoughts on Medical care in this country? Okay, this is a no brainer. Medical care should be free for all Americans. And this, I think, is and should be possible. One of the biggest medical insurers in our country is freaking GoFundMe.Com. (Are you kidding me?) I mean, what more do I need to say? Our medical care system is a joke. They're only interested in squeezing every last dime out of the American people while they're on their way to death. Meanwhile, other countries are living healthy and beautifully. We need a serious overhaul on the medical care system as a whole, and one that mutually benefits the American people.

What are your thoughts on the Drug and Homeless crisis within many cities in our country? Homeless people are still PEOPLE. People addicted to drugs are still PEOPLE. As such, they need our help. They need our help to become better people, or to find a home and a job. They need us to help them to get back on their feet, even if they won't openly admit it. There should be a social program that helps to rehabilitate, house, and educate drug abusers and homeless people. It'll help them to get a diploma or a GED, and it'll help them to find jobs and affordable housing within our country.

What are your thoughts on the prison system? We of our biggest problems is the number of incarcerated people per capita. There is a vast amount of people serving hard time in prison for crimes that shouldn't require them to. A shoplifters shouldn't spend the same time that a man convicted of grand arson should. People convicted of lesser crimes should have a choice of either going into a social program similar to that of the Drug and Homeless rehabilitation program or they could join the military to serve for their time in there and to be released on a simple discharge basis.

What are your thoughts on the Environment? The Earth is our home, whether we wish to recognize that or not. Therefore, we need to treat our home with respect and begin to undo the extensive damage that the Human race has brought onto our planet. We should have a similar trade in system as we should have for tactical weapons, only for the environment we should do so with cars instead of guns. Fossil fuel usage should ultimately be banned within a 5 year plan that will allow Americans to trade in their petrolium-powered cars for green energy vehicles. We can either reimburse them for their cars OR we can give them new green cars in exchange for their old ones. Every single building in the US should be either ran off of solar, wind, or hydroelectricity. Every time we cut down a tree, two more should be planted in its place. Old properties should be buldozed to the ground and made into “green parks,” or places where we can plant trees and flowers to make various communities greener. Any energy source that’s dangerous for our planet should be banned.

What are your thoughts on Foreign Policy? We need to work together in order to not only make our country to be better, but to also make our world a better place. We need to focus on COOPERATION, rather than competition. Competing is for sports; Cooperating is for everything else. The US should be one of the leading example of cooperation and leadership within the world. We should work together to feed some of the less fortunate countries. We should grant independence to our overseas territories that wish to be independent, and we should help to establish their governments and economies to be successful. The former thought of the US being “the best country” is a complete and total lie and we need to get that thought out of our heads. We need to recognize that there are other countries that are better in a lot of other aspects than we are.

What are your thoughts on the Military within our country? Our soldiers are cherished in our country, and rightfully so. They fight hard and give up their lives so that we can live comfortable lives. But sometimes, they are the unintentional pawns in a geopolitical game by self-ran politicians within their own agendas. I can’t tell you how many times I see homeless veterans rolling around a run-down wheelchair with only one leg. There are quite literally thousands of former soldiers within our system that are homeless and are in need of help. We should have a system designed to help our veterans to find jobs immediately after they’re released from the military. We spend more money on our military than the next 26 nations COMBINED, so the way we treat our veterans is not only wrong - it’s atrocious.

What are your thoughts about the economy? Capitalism is said to be one of the leading reasons why the health of our Earth is declining. We focus more on a “every man for himself” kind of ideology when it comes to our economy. We take all the money we can get from the people, and we play game of corperate juggernaut against other companies. This drives prices through the roof, which makes many Americans angry. On top of that, you add in taxes and fees of all sorts and what was once a gallon of milk for $2.50 just jumped up to almost 4 bucks. This doesn’t just affect the costs of grocery, either. Gas prices, textile costs, medicine and medical items - you name it! All of it is charged at ridiculous prices all because the companies at the helm of this economic fashion are money hungry and want to squeeze every last dime out of the American people. To top it all off, the American dollar isn’t worth nearly as much as it used to be, so we keep having to print out more and more. Which lowers the amount even more, and this contributes to a broken system. We need a serious overhaul of how our economy is going to work, and how we can make it fairer for both small companies AND for the American people as a whole.

What are your thoughts about the Social programs we have today? I believe that their intentions are great and the basic idea behind them is good, but they need to be overhauled and reevaluated. There are people who genuinely need financial help (be it for health, domestic, or whatever the reason may be. Medical care should be universal and free. If Americans fall under the poverty line, they should be entitled to some kind of federal help per month that aleviates the cost of their basic necessities. We need to help our country’s poor to have a better chance at succeeding in life. However, we can’t just give out free money and not expect for some people to abuse that financial help. Along with a stronger system of Social Services, we need a system of accountability for each and every case they take on. This kind of overhaul will mutually benefit both the destitute and the more well-off in our society.

Look, these are just my opinions. You don’t have to agree with them. But as someone who’s been a witness to this America, I’ve thought long and hard about what should change within our country. If you don’t agree with me, or if I offended any of you for saying this, then I’m sorry but this is how I feel about it. If you don’t like it, you’re welcome to block me or unfollow me at any time. Thank you all for your time.

#us politics #politics #world politics #my politics #sorry not sorry

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heyy can you maybe do a drabble with Cop!Bucky or FBI!Bucky where he invades reader's house cause she's a suspect and he searches her for weapons even though that should be done by a female agent but he says there aren't any present and reader kinda enjoys it and at the end a female one walks in and she finds out Bucky lied. cocky Bucky basically, hope this makes sense xoxo

I wasworking on prove myself but got stuck at a certain point and decided to do alittle request to fight writer’s block. This is short. 1,2 k :) // Masterlist

One momentthere is just you and your best friend standing in her living room, talkingabout a text message she received from her trashy ex-boyfriend. The next momentthere are loud noises, shattering glass, heavy footsteps around you and loudvoices shouting from everywhere, ordering to put your hands in the air.

You andyour friend both scream out at the sudden intrusion and wince, both too shockedto move a muscle. You see half a dozen men in black uniform (includinghelmets!) standing in a vague circle around you. All of them have big gunsaimed at you and they don’t look like they will give you a special treatmentjust because you’re women.

“I’ll sayit one last time, put your hands up in the air where I can see them!” A deepdominant voice barks and you turn your head to see a man with dark brown, chin-lengthhair tugged under a hat standing approximately five feet away from you. Hisice-blue eyes don’t give anything away other than annoyance, the intensitymaking you incredibly insecure almost instantly. Admittedly, his good looksplay a part in that as well.

He wears awhite sweater, sleeves up to the elbows, under a black bulletproof vest. Heseems to be their boss, judging from his different attire and the fact that themen all seem to be waiting for orders.

From thecorner of your eye, you see your friend slowly raise her hands over her head,not being able to hide the trembling.

“Miss, putyour hands where I can see them” The man repeats, getting moreand more impatient as the seconds pass by. What the fuck is happening?? Why arethere strange men in your friend’s living room and look like they’re about toshoot you?

“What ishappening- listen, I think you have us confus- see! I can show you my ID” Yousay, your voice shaking a little – shit – and you reach inside the handbag thatis hanging around your shoulder and dangling next to your waist. That isobviously a mistake. You haven’t even put your entire hand in when the wholeroom shifts and you hear alarming clicking and an angry “LET GO OF THE BAG ORWE’LL SHOOT! Put your hands up, Miss, put bothof your hands up, SLOWLY, and let go of the fucking bag!”

You look upand see that now even the beautiful special agent (or whatever, you have neverwatched CSI) has a gun aimed at you, his face serious but his pretty eyes looklike they’re processing something. He’s probably trying to estimate whether youwould pull out a gun yourself and shoot at them.

Slowly, scared,you raise your hands over your head and that’s when all men in the room relaxvisibly and Beautiful Hat Guy steps forward and points at the wall behind you.

“Hands onthe wall, we’re gonna search you” He orders and grabs your upper arm to pull youaround. You’re too perplex to fight and simply follow his lead. You lay bothhands against the wall, eyes on the stylish flower wallpaper and wait. You don’tknow much about police work but you’ve been at the airport before, so you know theywill have to bring in a woman to frisk you.

Suddenly,there are hands on your waist and you throw a glance over your shoulder and aremet with the bluest eyes you have ever seen looking down at you, only inchesaway from your face. He has a perfect poker face on, if you ignore the cocky hintat the right corner of his lips. Maybe you should stop staring at his mouth.

He allowsyour drooling for about three seconds and then suddenly opens those god-givenlips and says “Miss. Face to the wall. Can you please follow my orders withoutresistance for a change?”

As if yourbody just waited for a chance to be embarrassed, you feel heat crawl up yourneck almost immediately and quickly turn away to obey. The fact that his handsstart coming around your midriff and roam over your front pockets makeseverything way worse.

“I alwaysthought male officers aren’t allowed to search women” You mumble and try toignore his hands already brushing down to your thigh. At least he’s quick anddoesn’t take his time like some scumbags would.

“This is aserious case and there are more important things than bringing female agentsevery time there’s a chance that there could be women present just so our mainsuspects feel comfortable” Beautiful Hat Guy says and checks your calf beforehe changes to the other leg. You dare a look to the side to where your friendis standing, hands against the wall, a dude in heavy equipment quickly searchingher. She looks terrified. Unlike you.

God, youwish you didn’t find this entire situation hot but here you are, biting yourlip and trying your best not to look like you’re enjoying this. Your friend wasright, it’s really been too long since you’ve gotten laid. Caught up in yourHot Guy Touches Me fog, you don’t even pick up his words “main suspects”. Maybethat would be a good thing to ask questions about.

You feelhim stand up and his hands go to your ass - um excuse you, your back pockets (are you imagining thingsor did he take a second longer than needed there?) and brush over your lower back(of course you deny the goosebumps that emerge immediately), checking your beltand then making their way up to your ribs. Without hesitation he reaches aroundyou and his hands come to rest right underneath the wire of your bra.

He’s notgonna … or is he?

He waits asecond, seemingly debating, makes the right decision and leaves out your chest (their loss, afemale agent would have been able to go there and you could have hidden allkinds of dangerous weapons) and instead focuses on your arms underneath yourjacket. You would have loved to see his face after that “Should I or should Inot?”-debate but you keep staring at the wall.

He finisheshis search and his hands leave your body immediately. No, I’m not feeling disappointed, stupid body.

You usethat to step away from the wall and turn around. He’s still close and his eyesare so piercing that you want to look away but he has lost the hardness in hisfeatures and all that’s left is a thoughtful expression. Maybe mixed with thebeginning of another cocky smile.

The thingis, had he given you the option not to get searched by him … as bad as itsounds, you would have still agreed to it. Now what does that say about you?

“She’sclean” He shares with his colleague who nods, replies “She’s too” and thenreaches behind him to reveal a pair of handcuffs. Handcuffs. Shit!

Your eyescut back to Agent Bossy and you see the cuffs already dangling from his hand. Hegives you an arrogant smile and tilts his head.

“You knowwhere this is going. Hands please.”

Right asyou want to open your mouth to ask what the fuck is going on, two women in uniformenter the room, look around, spot Beautiful Hat Guy and walk over to you.

“AgentBarnes. We can search the suspects now” One of them says and looks you up anddown.

Your headswings around to Agent Barnes, indignation and stupid excitement at the revelation he lied to search you (can’t lie) filling you. He doesn’t even looksorry.

****

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kakasaku-shipper · 6 years

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Natural Progression (Chapter 6)

Chapter 6

As soon as Sasuke arrived at the Uchiha compound, he undid his henge and dismissed his clone. He took in his surrounding and sighed. One of the reasons he hated living inside Konoha was because of how eerily lonesome the compound was. The stillness of the place often felt like a warning from the ghosts of those slain in the massacre to not step a foot in there, lest another tragedy struck again.

The compound condition was such a contrast to the time before the massacre, where there were lives in every nook and cranny. People walking down the streets, kind obaa-sans and ojii-sans offering him sweets and asking about how his family was doing. In a moment where he closed his eyes, he could picture those happier days. But the next second when he opened his eyes, all he could see was red - the blood spattered all over the compound walls and the rivers of blood pooling everywhere in the streets. And before horror could grip him, all the red morphed back into cold grey as he came back to reality. He hated the paint they used to recolour the whole compound, why did they have to paint it so monochromatically in the same shade of grey rather than restoring it to its original livelier colours? The blood that the Uchiha had paid should have been enough to grant them at least that.

Sasuke ran his hand through his hair. He just wanted his house arrest to end quickly, he wanted was to get out of there and maybe build a tree house so he could sleep in the forests just how he liked it. But for now, he would use whatever freedom that Kakashi had granted him. Sasuke opened the small missive and scanned it. The instruction was simple enough: slip into the old headquarter at district 7, your code name is Karasu. After he found no other hidden messages on the paper, Sasuke burnt it as he redid his henge and created another clone.

…

Finding the Root headquarter was child-play because of his rinnegan, and he was surprised to meet no ambushes thus far. He had expected some left-over militia to be lurking around and organise themselves into resistant groups against intruders sent by the Hokage. And he could feel multiple chakra signatures coming from the headquarter. Could they be non-hostile personnel?

As Sasuke looked at his surroundings, he understood why Root’s existence was so unknown. No one would ever suspect an underground headquarters below a very old and ran down residential building, which seemed to have been abandoned. He also now understood why this part of the village was refurbished very slowly and that new high rise apartments were developed at the other ends of the village.

Before he could pull the well camouflaged latch to go underground, Sasuke reached for a kunai and whirled it to counteract the sword aimed as his head. Another blow was exchanged, and Sasuke winced at how inconvenient having just one arm was, especially because he was left with his non-dominant hand. Sure he had a henge on, but with his real left arm gone, his henge’s left arm have very limited use. He could only use it for minimum use, and worst of all, he couldn’t mold chakra into it.

“Who are you?” the attacker in ANBU uniform called out.

“Code name is Karasu,” Sasuke replied evenly as he sized up his opponent. He was clearly at a disadvantage since she was a two-handed sword user.

“Did Kakashi-senpai not tell you to wear the uniform?” the ANBU asked as she sheathed her swords.

“He just told me to come here.”

“He only told you the address?”

“He only said district 7.”

“Then how did you?” as soon as she asked the question, the ANBU groaned into her palms. District 7 was huge, and the only way anyone would find the Root headquarter location on a first glance was to look past the the very strong genjutsu that had made the building looked like a bunch of rubble. “The rest won’t be happy if they know that senpai assign this mission to you, Uchiha.”

“The rest?” Sasuke questioned.

“The rest of our original ANBU team. Your aniki was one of us.”

Sasuke nodded as he drew in a shaky breath. Just how many people his brother cared about had been deceived during the massacre? Which he incited just so that he would survive? How could Itachi coped with all that, without anyone else supporting him?

“Anyway, let’s get this mission over and done soon. And keep your henge at all times for now. The rest may understand once senpai talk to them, but I would still expect animosity from them. After all, you went to Orochimaru of all people despite senpai mentoring you.”

Sasuke cocked his head, the ANBU team sounded like..

“Yeah, all of them are losers with senpai complex,” the ANBU sneered as she rolled her eyes, earning a snort from Sasuke.

As they descended to the basement, Sasuke inspected the narrow footpath with his rinnegan and said, “I’m surprised that there’s no traps in here.”

“We have disabled it all after Danzo’s death. Any members who were not integrated to the normal ANBU and returned here had been apprehended.”

“Hmm..” Sasuke nodded. So the people in the basement were not enemies. He counted six ANBUs present in the headquarters. Two guarding the entrance and four on stand by at each corners of the room. There were also corridors extending from each sides of the room, and another level down, from what he could see with his rinnegan.

“Up ahead the corridor is Danzo’s office. That will be my best bet if we’re going to find anything,” the guide told him as she stood in the middle of the room. Sasuke nodded at her as he used his camouflaged rinnegan to look at the corridor leading to the room, as well as its door. Nothing seemed unusual so far.

As Sasuke opened his door, he could see chakra disturbances almost everywhere. It seemed that Danzo had used a very high level genjutsu as well as barriers and seals all over the room.

“There’s too many things in here. Where do you want me to start?” Sasuke asked.

“What things? We’ve turned the room upside down and found nothing,” a bulky man in toucan mask snorted. “And just who are you? You came in with Ika* but you didn’t bother even wearing your ANBU gear for such an operation.”

“He’s a sniffer,” Ika replied.

“Inuzuka?” Toucan asked as he stared down at Sasuke from his post.

“No. I’m a sensory tracker,” Sasuke told him. He could not lie about his ability. If they put him to a test he’d be screwed and lost the tiny amount of trust the ANBUs in the room had.

“And the gear? You know that it’s mandatory, right kiddo?” another ANBU in a mandrill mask asked.

“I’m not in the ANBU.”

“Then why the fuck are you even here? We have sent our best tracker and they found no shit, so who the fuck is stupid enough to send an outsider?” Toucan yelled as he pushed off his post to block Sasuke’s exit from Danzo’s office. He straightened himself to look taller to intimidate Sasuke.

“The fact that outsider’s help is required is probably because there’s no one in the organisation suited for the job,” a voice rang from the entrance. Sasuke recognised the man, it was the man who acted as Kakashi’s substitute.

“Neko, is this your beloved senpai’s doing?” Toucan mocked.

“If he came with Ika, then it is.”

“Your senpai’s a bloody idiot.”

“And you’re the ancient guy who had been in the ANBU longer than all of us here combined and still yet to get a promotion, while senpai was promoted right off the bat,” Neko, or Tenzo, Sasuke remembered he was called said with his arms crossed across his chest.

“Only because he was Yondaime’s pet dog,” Toucan retorted as he turned towards Tenzo and used his body size to intimidate him.

“Are you still pissed that all the Hokages you have served would rather use real birds to deliver missives than to trust you with such simple task?” Tenzo replied with a smirk as he glared defiantly at him.

“You bastard! You’re not even a human, you freak!” Toucan hollered as he got ready to throw a punch.

“Silence! All of you!” a new voice came from the entrance. Sasuke recognised this man too. It was the terrifying guy from the Chuunin exam.

“Oki Tori*, out, now. And get your replacement. The rest, go back to your posts,” Ibiki commanded. “Anything interesting?” Ibiki asked as he turned to Sasuke.

“The room is full of genjutsu, seals, and barriers,” Sasuke replied. “Has Kakashi-san take a look at the room?”

“He was pulled out of this mission to prepare for the war just after he finished undoing all the traps. It was handed over to me, and I’m supposed to hand it back to him today,” Ibiki said with a sigh. “Are you his pick to take over?”

“He only told me to come here and meet his contact,” Sasuke replied as he gestured to Ika, who shook her head to indicate that she had heard nothing from Kakashi.

“Well, tell him to get his ass down here. Also, we’ve found nothing so far and the captured Roots were useless.”

“Roger,” Ika and Tenzo replied. Ibiki nodded in satisfaction as he left the headquarter.

“So, what do you want to do next?” Ika asked.

“I’ll check the other rooms from the corridor as well as the level below. Then I think it would be good to check up the residential building too,” Sasuke replied.

“Are you not going to uncover anything?” Tenzo asked curiously.

“I’ll leave that decision to Kakashi-san. He’s the mission leader after all,” Sasuke answered, earning a satisfied nod from Tenzo. And to think that he thought Sakura had it bad for him.. ANBUs are really on a whole other level.

The two rooms located at the ends of the other corridors had nothing in them. One of them was the archives which had been cataloged, and the other was a weapon storage room. The level below was appalling to say the least. It looked like a dojo that could double as a meeting room. However, at the front of the room, there were torture contraptions and equipment worse than anything Sasuke had ever seen. Even Orochimaru’s torture chamber pales in comparison to that.

“Senpai told me that the only torture chamber worse than this is in Kiri. But it was only slightly worse,” Ika said as she watched Sasuke’s revolted expression.

“Even for an undercover organisation that deals with the dirtiest job, I hardly think that those are necessary..” Sasuke spoke as his eyes hardened.

“Danzo’s a messed up guy.” Tenzo told him. “His way of protecting Konoha is..”

“Is against the principles that Konoha was found under,” Sasuke said. He was glad that among all the things he did wrong, the one thing he did not regret, killing Danzo, was the right call.

“I still shudder when I thought that Danzo could have been the Hokage after Tsunade-sama’s coma,” Tenzo quipped, earning nods from Sasuke and Ika.

Other than Danzo’s office, they found nothing of note in the rest of the headquarters. The residential building looked normal too, other than a few rooms that seemed to have been cleared out.

“Were all the rooms occupied? Some were really empty,” Sasuke noted.

“We’re hoping to match the rooms with the notes in the archives. I’ve asked a former Root member, but he only knew the occupancy details of a few rooms. We’re also still in the middle of matching data with the findings of the Yamanaka clan.. It’s such a shame that most Root personnel fell during the war. It was like they were sacrificing themselves as a final act for Konoha.” Ika said with a sigh.

“Most of them felt lost and left with no purpose after Danzo’s death,” Tenzo said.

“Did they do it because Danzo ordered them too? Was he afraid that they may leak his information once he no longer had control over them? Since I heard that the seal he placed to prevent them from talking disappeared once he was dead?” Sasuke asked.

“I believe that his final command was to protect Konoha. But most of them had been raised since birth to only follow his order and nothing else. It was all they knew,” Tenzo replied.

“Ah..” Sasuke understood what he meant. It was the same with Orochimaru, some of his test subjects were the same.

“Well, it’s getting a little late. I need to go, and don’t forget to report all your findings to senpai,” Tenzo said as he disappeared. Ika nodded the same to Sasuke as she left.

...

“Maa.. How long have you been waiting?” Kakashi asked as he stepped into his house.

“A little while,” Sasuke replied, still leaning on Kakashi’s kitchenette. “I found chakra disturbances all over Danzo’s office. The rest are clear aside from a few rooms in the residential buildings that looked like it had been cleared out.”

“I’ll take my camera and we’ll head there, if you’re not too tired?” Kakashi asked, earning a deadpan look from Sasuke.

“I heard that nii-san was in your ANBU team.”

“He was.”

“Hn.”

“He was the best comrade you can ever ask for. And he had a great sense of humor unlike you.”

“Hn,” Sasuke grunted with a sad smile on his face. “When he did it.. The massacre, what did you think?”

“Honestly, I was really puzzled,” Kakashi replied. “He was accused of killing his best friend, and then massacred the whole clan just to test himself, which did not make sense. If that was all he was after, he could always just request a solo S-ranked mission to Kiri,” Kakashi said. After a pause, Kakashi continued, “I did suspect that his action might have been an order, but dismissed it. Since Sandaime was the Hokage, I didn’t think that he would ever order such a thing to be carried out. Plus, I was on the team that accompanied Sandaime to intercept Itachi that night.”

“The push came from Danzo. And he too was responsible driving Shisui nii-san to his death.”

“I figured as much as soon as you told us the truth about Itachi after killing Danzo.”

“Is that why you asked to be assigned to investigate him? The job should be given to ANBU, and as far as I know you’re no longer an active agent.”

“Yeah. I’ve always knew that he was fishy, and I’ve had some brushes with him in the past. I just didn’t think that his methods were that extreme..”

“You Konoha nins are always too trusting on one another,” Sasuke snorted.

“That’s because we are all comrades. And I would like to see this principle bring implemented and carried out on my reign. No one in Konoha should ever be marginalised, because all of us shares the same will of fire.”

“Hn. I would hope so.”

“I’m not letting what happened to your clan be repeated. I think that incident is the biggest mistake Konoha had ever made.”

“If I go after the other two advisors, will you stop me?”

“I would kindly advise you that there are worse things than dying.”

“Like what?” Sasuke asked with a quirked brow.

“We’ll find out about their worst nightmares and make them re-live it everyday.” Kakashi said with a grin.

“I thought you just said something about being comrades?”

“They’re not my comrades,” Kakashi answered with a shrug. At Sasuke’s questioning look, Kakashi continued, “They’re Konoha’s ancient relics that should have been thrown out years ago. Plus, you can thank your aniki for the idea, I got it when he put me under tsukuyomi.”

At Kakashi’s words, Sasuke finally had his first good laugh in a really long time.

...

“Since I’ve checked the residential area, let’s go to Danzo’s office. It’s the only place I haven’t taken a look yet,” Kakashi said as he opened the latch leading towards the basement. Sasuke followed Kakashi’s movement as he closed the latch behind him.

“Do you want me to gather some intel on the suspicious rooms?”

“I’ve sent my ninkens to figure it out.” Kakashi replied.

“Hn.”

“Hatake-taicho,” Mandrill mask greeted.

“Yo! I assume Ibiki has settled the rotation roster?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” Kakashi said as his eyes creased and opened the door to Danzo’s office. The first thing that came to his mind was a man that is this cautious cannot be trusted.

“Karasu, I can’t detect as well as you, but let’s start undoing the genjutsu, and any fuiinjutsu and kekkai that are placed on the walls, roof or floor. I have a feeling that this office was not the only space he used.”

...

As predicted, Danzo’s office lead into a smaller storage room below and an expansive space hidden behind his book shelf. The room below held his personal weapons and some documents, while the other hidden room took a bit of work to get through. They had to first go through a labyrinth, filled with traps which Sasuke quickly disabled before getting into the main space. There, they found and abandoned research laboratory which was currently used to store shelves after shelves of books and scrolls.

“Do you think this was where Orochimaru did his experiments before he was chased out of the village?” Kakashi asked as he rubbed his temple. He had known that Danzo would have dirty secrets and uprooting his Root would be a tedious task. But he had not expected it to be this tedious, and this was only the Root headquarter. Danzo had his networks more extensive than Orochimaru, although less than Jiraiya; and some of Orochimaru’s hideouts were Danzo’s previously, so Kami knew how many other places they had to raid. Kakashi groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose. The one year time frame that Tsunade gave him looked so much tighter now.

“Looks like it. One of the few inside Konoha I would say.”

“You wouldn’t happen to know the other locations, would you?”

“As far as I know there are three more. One, the main lab was cleared years ago when Sandaime attempted to arrest him. The other two I have vague idea on the locations. And the next closest one is in Uzushiogakure.”

“Good. I’ll set you up with my ANBU team to check all those locations, in case Danzo had converted it into his base. Let’s go back to his office for a final sweep before we call it a day.”

...

“He has inscription all over this place,” Sasuke said with distaste as he glanced through the cleared office through his disguised sharingan. The walls were full of details of every Root personnel, the date they joined, their death date, and causes - mission or terminated. The ceiling was full of code ciphers, some he had seen and used under Orochimaru’s tutelage and some had characters which he had never even seen before. But the silver lining was the floor, which contained a map of Danzo’s extensive network. Sasuke was glad that he had obtained the rinnegan, because the sharingan was not strong enough to detect the inscription. He would have gone ahead and erased it by accident because through the sharingan, the inscription was cleverly disguised like a genjutsu. It took him a few tries to work out the floor, but when he channeled the right chakra frequency, the inscriptions lit up and to show Danzo’s outposts. If he tried other frequencies, maybe there would be more interesting findings..

“Hmm,” Kakashi nodded as he leaned on the doorway watching Sasuke getting work done. He rubbed at his left eye, wishing that he still had the sharingan. He hated feeling helpless, something he had always associated with his father’s passing.

“If you allow me, I’ll write down all the inscriptions in this room and hand it over tomorrow.”

“Sure. I’ll stay here too. I need to go through all these documents.”

“Hn.”

As they got to work, Kakashi summoned five kage-bunshins. His chakra limit had clearly improved after his sharingan was plucked off his eye socket by Madara. Trade-offs. It was annoying that he could no longer instantly copy jutsu and movements to freak out his opponents, or use a genjutsu without handsigns and making enemies drop like flies or teleporting stuffs, especially body parts with Kamui. But the plus side was his chakra level just rose exponentially. Having four to five fold his previous reserve was certainly really handy, but he really envied Naruto and Sasuke. Why couldn’t he get free power ups like them?

…

A/N

1. Ika means squid. Because Yugao has purple hair and the only animals I could think of that are somewhat purplish are squid and octopus. Since squid has longer tentacles and Yugao has long hair, I go with Ika instead of Tako.

2. Oki Tori literally translated to big bird, which is the Japanese for toucan. I just want a variety of animals rather than the usual Cat, Dog, Tiger..

3. Mandrill in Japanese in Mantoriru (according to Google translate). I don’t think it means anything, just the phonetic of how Mandrill would be said in Japanse.

4. I hope you enjoy some ANBU’s senpai complexes (especially Tenzo. lol). Notice me, Senpai!!!

5. Apologies for the long wait. My schedule revolves around school. And if you’re reading this because of chapter update notification in April 2019 that says that 2 new chapters are added, chapter two of the fic is the other new chapter.

#Natural Progression #fanfiction #fanfic #Fic #kakasaku #senpai complex

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theoverworld · 6 years

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There Is No Such Thing As Area 51

There is no such thing as Area 51. Sorry! And the fact that it’s the golden egg of conspiracy theories worldwide is exactly what the US government wants. I’m writing this in a bit of a rush and I don’t have any of my thoughts organized, so I’m just going to break it down as follows:

Groom Lake / Paradise Ranch / Edwards AF Extension / Restricted Training Facility UX104

These are a few names for the place you know as Area 51. I don’t know much about its history, but essentially it was intended by the US Air Force to be a secret weapons-testing facility during the Cold War. It had a few on-site extensions; one of them was for developing experimental rocket and jet engines, one was for training contingents of troops for nuclear warfare and post-apocalyptic survival, etc. But much like the third Star Wars movie, the site and its purpose got out around the time of the Roswell incident, and a media frenzy popularized the base. The government tried at first to quell speculation about it, but then adopted another strategy: feed into the hype, and simply move the base a few dozen miles away.

Today, Groom Lake (Area 51) is a small but functional military airport and base. It’s got a bunch of bunkers mostly housing low-security servers, and some munitions tests are performed there. Staff are regularly moved in and out, mostly folks who are low on the totem pole and trying to climb up the ladder to the real facility. There are some very outdated nuclear fallout shelters that are still maintained and used for storage. The facility consumes an enormous amount of power, and everything possible is done to make it look like a well-guarded military base that is engaged in some huge, secret operations.

The employees really do fly there every day from Las Vegas on conspicuously inconspicuous jets marked as “JANET,” sometimes referred to as “Just Another Non-Existent Terminal.” And they want you to notice. And wonder. They want you to wonder where those jets are going.

And they never want you to spend one second thinking about where they came from.

The real “Area 51”

This is the most exciting part, because as far as I can tell in my limited and clandestine researching, nobody has ever divulged the real secret before. It’s pretty highly guarded, and they straight up murder people who are stupid enough to share it. Murder isn’t even the right word. They erase people from existence. Sometimes entire families. That’s why the government freaks out when they find that one of their employees is terminal and has nothing left to lose. It’s why if you’re an employee there, you only see their doctors, so that they know about your health before you even know about it. They want you to die real quick of a sudden heart attack, so that you never have a moment to think about how you might do a public service and air their dirty laundry. And sometimes they induce those heart attacks when they determine you to be an HMT, or “health-motivated threat.”

But I didn’t need to see a doctor to know that I am suffering from the same malignant tumor that killed my father: glioblastoma multiforme. Every three months we get a health evaluation, and every six months we get a CAT scan. I simply didn’t report the very damning symptoms this past eval, and I’ll probably be gone before they scan me next. I really wanted to do this instead. Maybe just to be the first, I guess. The only other thing I’ve ever done with my life is fix computers.

The real secret military base is McCarran International Airport in Las Vegas.

The history of the airport was always bound up in military involvement. Before and during WWII, the Army Corps of Engineers and the Air Force were building, storing, training, and doing all sorts of things there. Basically the government (and its corporate benefactors in the military-industrial complex, of course) acquired full ownership of the airport around the time Area 51/Groom Lake exploded in the public eye. It was a rush job, and a simple solution.

For all intents and purposes, McCarran is an airport. It moves civilians in and out and all over the world just like any other airport on earth, but its subterranean operations are really something else entirely.

First of all, you have to understand the structure of this military base.

Because it serves ostensibly as a business of public transportation, every single aspect of the base has dual functions. This is called “masking,” and it is deployed with remarkable effectiveness at McCarran. To name a few examples, the constant take-offs and landings of airplanes provides sound-camouflage for cutting-edge engine tests. The public completely ignores these sounds and dismiss them as the standard cacophony of airports. Some of the jets themselves are even equipped with technology under test, while others are used to transport hundreds of government employees dressed as vacationing civilians. At any given time in McCarran, up to six of the gates* (corrected by a reader; I initially said terminals) are filled with employees of the highest echelons of the US military and government. They sit around on their iPhones, dressed as college kids in their pajamas or weary businessmen. And they’re paid to look the part.

The entire base is heavily guarded by plainclothes soldiers. Military police, tactical specialists, counter-terrorism forces, and all kinds of soldiers scurry about the airport dressed like cops, airport security, and desk attendants. Their weapons are usually concealed sidearms; the real firepower is packed by the boys waiting around underground. Assault rifles and armor-piercing weaponry is stored around the airport’s public spaces in various places. It’s not hard to do, because nobody’s looking for it. And of course they hire a good number of civilians to work the TSA and other positions; this is called “mixing” and it’s necessary. What kind of airport would never post any job listings?

Have you ever watched the mechanics ducking in and out of the planes outside, or seen your luggage loaded onto the plane as you board? Well, all of that cargo transport activity acts as a cover for the mass movement of special forces, lab equipment, military hardware, exotic building materials, etc. It’s not hard to do. They drive one of those rigs by with all the luggage spilling out of it, and then you instinctively don’t question what’s on the other four rigs behind it. We even have mix-ups and spills occasionally, and nobody bats an eye.

You’re always exposed to some level of radiation while flying (and McCarran, by the way, is why the standard of safe exposure is set where it’s at), but excess radiation from weapons-testing is vented into the earth and out of the nearby desert. Having an airport to explain the radiation is an effective means of ridding the base of nosy folks with Geiger counters. But the true genius of this top-secret military installation is at the largest scale: the base was built under an airport because of the enormity of its power consumption. But it consumes a lot more power than a regular airport, so it was built in a city that consumes a tremendous amount of power – Las Vegas. So the base is hidden from view, even on the electric power grid. Area 51? Not so much. And that’s on purpose.

Inside the base

So if Area 51 is the distraction, what do we call the real one? It has many names, but it’s usually referred to as the “NEXUS.” That’s an acronym, but not many people know what it means. Not even me. Everything about the Nexus, from its operations to its structure, is compartmentalized. That means everything is need-to-know, and virtually nobody knows anything more than their own specific task. You could work in an office in the Nexus doing something like accounting, and never have one single clue what the woman next to you does. Or the guy down the hall. They say not even the President knows exactly what’s going on there, just a few generals and some dudes in the CIA.

The business culture here is insane. It’s like North Korea. Everyone is smiling, everyone is fine, and everyone is happy to say just a few phrases about what it is they do (when we’re allowed to socialize, which is not much). Every line is bugged, every room has a camera in it, and nobody knows who’s watching/listening or when. So that makes you think, nobody here is telling me the truth about anything. Not even the guy I share an office with. I wonder if any of us know why we are here. People you’ve worked with for a long time will suddenly get “reassigned” or have a “medical emergency” and you’ll never see them again. And nobody will remember that person, no matter how many people you ask.

I actually got hired to do some programming for the Navy when I was in my early 20’s out of college, and then got sent to Groom Lake to do server tests. They liked my IT/networking skills, so after a series of strange psychological tests and mountains of non-disclosure agreements and background searches, I got offered a job “at a facility near Las Vegas proper.” Here are a few stipulations of that job, by the way: It’s a $1,500,000 after-tax lump sum plus a $220,000/year stipend, housing/car/medical paid for – but psychological breakdowns, anxiety attacks, grave health conditions, and family issues void the contract. I also sign approximately 2 new non-disclosure agreements per week, most of which read “under penalty of death” somewhere. Employees aren’t allowed to leave the grounds for 5 years, and we all live underground. Term of service is 5 years, then 4 in debriefing, wherein we get to live in Vegas but report to another facility four days a week. We are discharged and observed for the rest of their lives. Our passports are permanently void; we cannot ever leave the continental US. I heard a statistic that 20% of former employees commit suicide. I don’t know if it’s true, but if it is, I bet it’s actually “suicide.”

The base is underground. It’s a network of large structures called hives, which form what is called the “Colony” or the “Nexus.” We make lots of Resident Evil jokes, by the way. Except unlike in that movie, the government doesn’t try to make its employees feel comfortable with fake forests and windows overlooking digital cityscapes. It is a dark, dreary, Soviet-style labyrinth of halls and bunkers, replete with all sorts of submarine-like features: water- and air-tight hatches, trap doors, reinforced blast doors, etc. The only exception are the office ‘buildings’ inside where chair-moisteners like me work. They look just like the office you work in. Except the men with guns standing guard 24-7 everywhere, looking over your shoulder. Oh, and the beautiful, almost surreal glow of the cutting-edge laboratories that pock the lower levels of each building. I’ve never been in them, but I’ve passed by a few times.

There are 4 hives to my knowledge (although I wouldn’t be surprised if there were more). I work in Hive 1. I run some of the servers with a few other guys on one particular floor (there are 16 floors in our hive), but we monitor and maintain all of the servers in Hive 1 so we move around a bit. I’ve gotten to skim some of the data that passes through, and from what I can tell, we’re the most boring hive. I’ve compiled the following list based on the things I’ve intercepted on our network and also from hearsay from other coworkers. The Nexus has multiple networks and they’re all decentralized, but there are some ways in which they communicate, and it is via those lines of communication that I am privy to some sensitive information. Here’s what I know:

Hive 1: finance, accounting, operations/organization divisions, troop training/housing, and some small-scale weapons testing.

Hive 2: Chemical engineering, some nano-tech research, and “advanced psychological fitness,” whatever that means, for elite military forces. Probably black-ops stuff and how to survive thirty years in solitary confinement at a Siberian prison. I also have reason to believe this is the hive where the bigwigs meet and live.

Hive 3: Upper levels = bioweapon and disease research/testing. If the government has zombies, they’ve got to be here. I’ve wanted to make so fucking many zombie jokes over the years, but I never know which of my coworkers is a rat. Lower levels = Advanced space-travel and space-warfare technologies. Particle engines and gravitational beams and the like (guessing, no real evidence). Science-fiction stuff. I once saw an email with all sorts of coded language, marked “A-B,” which is widely believed to refer to “astrobiology.” That’s alien life. Maybe it’s just some single-celled organisms or fossilized plants from some meteor, or maybe it’s something much more advanced. Whatever it is, there must be some reason it’s not on the upper levels with all the biologists.

Hive 4: Total informational blackout. There are encryptions and firewalls and network security features protecting this hive that I’ve never seen before, not even on top-secret Navy projects I worked in the past. I’m being very nonspecific in the language I use to describe our server clusters and networks because I don’t want to tell them exactly who I am. They’ll eventually find out anyway. But there’s a widely-whispered rumor about Hive 4: allegedly, the most terrifying thing in the world is in that structure on floor 15.

There are a few unusual things about Hive 4. First of all, none of the top brass has clearance to get in there. They access it remotely via video feed in their conference rooms, and materials are often transported from 4 to 2 for physical review. I don’t know why our bigwigs won’t go into 4, but maybe it’s because it’s too dangerous? There was one guy who worked in 4 a few years ago when I first started, and he caused the first Nexus-wide lockdown I’ve ever seen. He was being escorted through 1 thumpers (what we call the squads of black-booted soldiers that grant access to different hives), and he started shrieking about IDA’s. I didn’t hear his screams, but I heard the gunshot while I was eating lunch. They put a bullet in the back of his head before he could finish his sentence. IDA’s, by the way, are inter-dimensional anomalies. I have no further information on what those are.

Another thing I’ve read minimally about are “the twins.” I don’t know who or what these are, but they’re the “above-top-secret” gem of Hive 4. It is treasonous to even correspond about them on our secure networks unless you are cleared to do so, and only four employees are. I’ve only seen a few things about them. One was a medical record. No vitals, unusual vocalizations that manifest hallucinations and psychosis in nearby employees, and skin that produces violent nausea when touched. The document was basically speculation that the skin functions much like the Australian stinging tree or a jellyfish.

I read documents about people who worked with them as well. In 4, a woman was remanded to the psychological ward after being in the same room with them, and a soldier who stood outside of the laboratory where they are kept basically killed himself. Specifically, he peeked inside during a routine access, then began bashing his own brains out with the butt of a pistol while singing an Irish folksong. The woman who was remanded to psych was even weirder: during breakfast with her colleagues, she grabbed a fork, stood up, walked out of the mess hall, stripped all of her clothes off, blinded herself in both eyes, then somehow managed to make her way all the way up to Floor 1 where the access corridor to Hive 3 is located. How she managed to operate the dozens of keycard readers, passcode boxes, and retinal scanners is still under review. Last email regarding her was sent in 2012, about how she sits in the dark of solitary on Floor 11’s psych ward with a permanent and blissful grin on her face.

One of my colleagues whom I trust told me that he saw the twins once through hacked access to a video feed. He said they are woman-like, about twice as tall as a full-grown man, with unidentifiable black growths dangling from their heads (like hair but thicker), and they basically float a few inches off the ground and drag their toes lightly as they move. They’re utterly pale. He never saw the faces, but he claims that they appear to distort reality (or at least the video feed) in such a way that space looks bent around them. Perhaps these are the IDA’s that earlier dude was screaming about.

This is all I have for now. But hopefully the world knows the truth someday about what goes on down here. We are all basically prisoners. We have very limited and supervised access to the internet, so if you don’t hear from me again, assume they figured me out.

#conspiracy #area 51 #aliens #secret #nwo #Las Vegas #nevada #paranormal #Reddit #no sleep #creepy #spooky

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the-firebird69 · 3 years

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Thor Freya

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Thor Freya

I'm sitting here waiting for the boy to say something about my document

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beeupsidedown · 6 years

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Down The Rabbit Hole |4|

Part 4: Six Impossible Things

“What in the hell is that?”

Chelsea placed the case of beers in Steve’s trunk, her hand immediately reaching for what had caught her attention. Steve cringed as he watched her pull out his bat, the bat. The one with nails sticking out and still covered in demogorgon blood.

“Should I be concerned?” Chelsea asked as she examined the weapon. What had once been simple sporting equipment had obviously been upgraded into something much more menacing. “Is this real blood?”

“Give me that,” Steve quickly pried it from her hands, throwing it back into the trunk and shutting it. Chelsea raised an eyebrow at his reaction.

“Did you kill someone?” she asked in all seriousness. He rolled his eyes, slightly concerned at how calmly she reacted at the sight of a bloody bat.

“No, I didn’t kill anyone,” he replied as he pushed her towards the passenger seat, urging her to get in. “I killed something. An animal that was attacking here a few months back.”

“An animal?” Chelsea pried, unconvinced at the way he was desperate to dodge her questions.

“Yes, an animal. Let’s drop it, ok?” Steve begged as he placed his hands on her shoulders. Her lips pressed together in a tight line. “Come on, Chels. You beauty. The apple of my eye because you know I love the hell out of you. Let’s go get drunk and dance? Won’t you dance with me?”

“Fine,” she finally replied, a broad smile on her lips as his hands stroked her cheek. “I’ll dance with you.”

“Great!” he exclaimed, letting her go and running to the driver’s side. “We could use a distraction.”

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Billy Hargrove was the king of parties. They were his scene- he’d show up, cause a commotion around the keg and then later find himself in an empty bedroom with a pretty pair of legs beneath him. This was the norm for him. Drink, party, have sex. Repeat.

It had been a dry couple of months in terms of festivities and this would be the first in a while. He was looking forward to it, lord knew he needed the distraction more than anyone else. But his thoughts were occupied on one person as he stepped out of his car, being “keg king” the last thing on his mind tonight.

The scowl on his face was immediate the moment he caught sight of her. Chelsea was already there, something he knew would happen as he purposely showed up as late as possible. The party was in full swing with drunk teenagers dancing and laughing, the music blaring loud enough to drown out your own thoughts. He watched as his favorite little brunette danced around with a drink in her hands, her smile directed at someone who Billy wasn’t exactly a fan of.

Of course she was with Steve. The pair had become inseparable over the past few months. Although Billy had her to himself in class, Steve had her everywhere else. While Billy didn’t have the privilege of seeing her after school, it was simply a given with Steve. And it bothered him.

Chelsea smiled when she caught sight of Billy in the corner, brooding over the party with a beer in his hands. She quickly said something to Steve which he nodded to before she danced her way over to him, exaggerating her moves as she got closer. Billy fought the smile that threatened to spread onto his face as her dancing got more ridiculous with every step.

“There we go!” she exclaimed as she finally landed in front of him. “No point of coming to a party with that look on your face.”

“Chelsea, always a pleasure,” Billy greeted with a nod of his head. He surveyed the room, noticing how Steve had simply moved on to dance with another friend. “Leave your boyfriend behind?”

The roll of her eyes was enough to let him know she was over that particular joke. She reached behind him, grabbing a single beer and turning to face the crowd.

“You know I don’t have a boyfriend,” she replied as she took a sip. “And quite frankly, I’m not sure anyone here is worthy of me.”

“I’m so sorry Hawkins’ best isn’t enough for you, my queen,” Billy joked as he mockingly bowed, earning a hard slap to his shoulder from her.

“Shut up,” she laughed. “I never knew this was Hawkins’s best,” she gestured to the ongoing party scene.

“I was only talking about me,” he replied with a wide grin.

She smiled brightly, her amusement at his joke undoubtedly magnified by the amount of alcohol in her system. Billy dared to throw an arm around her, positioning her in front of him as his arms wrapped around her from behind. His head lowered, resting on her shoulder as he breathed on her neck.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” he murmured, desperately wanting to leave the suffocating scene surrounding them. She hummed, leaning back into his body and surprising him.

“I am bored of this,” she replied as her head turned, her lips mere inches from his own. “But you take me somewhere good or you take me nowhere at all, got it?”

Billy’s smug smirk caught the attention of nearly everyone in the room as they watched the two interact. The entire school population knew Billy pined after Chelsea but could never have her, and the way he led her out the door was sure to spark rumors the next day.

“This...is nice,” Chelsea commented as she sat on the hood of Billy’s camaro. She could see the small town out in the distance, just a few lights and flickers. The sound of the people was nonexistent as they enjoyed the nature that surrounded them. The wind that rustled the leaves of the trees sent a chill down her spine, something that Billy noticed. Without hesitance he shrugged his leather jacket off and draped it on her shoulders, earning a small thank you as she continued to take it all in.

“It’s my favorite place here,” he shared, taking a long drag from his cigarette. He exhaled slowly, the smoke barely visible now that he had turned the headlights of his car off. “It’s nice to get away from all of the noise.”

“You’re just full of surprises,” Chelsea said softly as she tugged his jacket closer. It was warm and comforting, something she suddenly felt she needed. She found that sitting here with Billy made her homesick. She missed the hikes with the warm California sun on her back. She missed the sound of the waves and the smell of salt in the water. Everything that has once brought her comfort was so out of reach now.

“Do you miss California?” she asked, turning to look at him as a gust of wind blew by. He raised an eyebrow at the question, wondering why her eyes looked so sad when moments before she had seemed so full of life.

“Yeah. This place kind of sucks compared to it, don’t you think?” he replied with a shrug. She turned her gaze back to the landscape in front of her, the moonlight illuminating her sharp features.

“It’s not that bad.” Her reply was soft, as if she had come to the conclusion after much thought. Billy tossed his cigarette to the floor and turned to look at her, unsure of what to make of her demeanor.

“Why’d you move?” he finally asked. He’d asked Max and gotten no real answer as even the girl didn’t know. Chelsea seemed to avoid the conversation with anyone who tried by expertly diverting to another subject.

“My mom died,” she replied simply. It was the first time she voiced it out loud since the funeral. Billy felt a pang in his chest as he recognized the distance in her voice.

“Chels, I’m so so-“

“My father didn’t want to be responsible for me without her,” she continued. “So he sold our house, gave me a shitload of money because you know, guilt. And then shipped me off to the only family I had left.”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Billy apologized, feeling guilty for asking.The thought of something that awful being the reason for her move had never occurred to him. She was always so happy that he never thought she could be grieving.

“It’s fine, Billy.” She laughed, shaking her head at the whole situation. “Who wants a shitty father anyways? I’d rather be here with people who care about me.”

Billy nodded. I’m California he’d had friends, friends who he thought cared about him. But none of them ever called or even wrote and he’d been left slightly bitter about it. In Hawkins his friends were just people to surround himself with, people he knew held no real substance to his life. But the girl sitting next to him was different.

“I care about you,” he spoke looking directly ahead, afraid of what her reaction would be. “You might only see me as a kid in class but I think you’re pretty great.”

The silence that followed had him cursing inside, calling himself stupid for admitting anything like that out loud. Of course she wouldn’t see him as anything more than a classmate even after all these months. He had been stupid to think otherwise.

“I care about you too,” the words were followed by an embrace to his sides and he looked down to see she had moved closer and wrapped herself around his torso. “Us fucked up California kids gotta stick together.”

Billy chuckled as his own arm brought her closer, rubbing her arm in a surprisingly sweet gesture. Now he understood Max’s need to give the girl hugs whenever she left. They were nice, kind of like a sense of home.

“What do you miss most about California? Shitty parents aside,” Billy questioned in genuine interest.

“The beach.” she replied honestly. “I miss sitting on the pier in one of those old metal benches that have been oxidized over the years and watching the water hit the shore.”

“That all?”

“I miss the sound of the waves. And the cotton candy from the small vendors.”

Billy pictured it. Chelsea in a simple tank top and shorts, enjoying a pink ball of sugar as she watched the waves. Her legs would probably be outstretched, taking advantage of the sun as it kissed her skin. It certainly seemed like the place she belonged.

“I’ll tell you what,” Billy started as he sat up, his hand pushing back her hair as she looked up at him. “One day we’ll get out of Hawkins and I’ll take you back to the beach.”

“Really?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. A small smile tugged on her lips. “Are you a man of your word?”

“You’ve just gotta trust me.”

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“I can’t believe we’re doing this now,” Chelsea said as she held the hood of her car up. Billy looked up at her with a raised eyebrow, his hands busy disconnecting the jumper cables from his car to hers.

“Did you want to leave your car here all weekend?” he asked as he finished. She sighed knowing he was right.

“I just never thought I’d be at the school parking lot when I was supposed to be at a party.”

“You said you were bored at the party.”

“I was. That’s why I said take me somewhere, which you did. But then you took me here.”

“Someone’s gotta be responsible, princess. I can’t be picking you up for school while your car sits here.”

“Ok. I see your point,” she paused, her gaze on him as he walked to his car. “You know, I think I like you like this. Nice. Not the douchebag of the school.”

Billy thought back to Max’s advice. She had been right after all.

“Don’t get used to it,” he replied with a wolfish grin. “My reputation precedes me.”

#dtrh #billy hargrove x oc #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #dacre montgomery #joe keery #billy hargrove fic

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pastel-kinana · 4 years

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heart out || barry allen [v]

// chapter v: the warehouse attack //

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Many weeks later, Barry was still in a coma and Alex did her best to take care of him as she was told to do. And as promised, she also worked shifts at the hospital. Her new normal involved a lot more work and secrecy. Wells told Alex to keep her work in S.T.A.R Labs a secret and only give general answers to whoever asked, including Rosie.

Today, Wells had called Alex to work for a full day. "This will be your first assignment aside from, of course, taking care of Mr. Allen," he said.

"What do you want me to do?" asked Alex.

"Since we are short of... a lot of employees, mind giving a helping hand to Cisco and Caitlin in clearing out our warehouse in Starling City?" asked Wells

"Not at all," Alex answered. "When do we leave?"

"In a bit," said Caitlin as she entered the Cortex dressed in her coat. "You ready?"

Alex looked down at her outfit. She was already dressed in her fitted grey long-sleeved shirt, black jeans, and boots. Everything had been topped off with her navy blue coat and black bag. She looked back up at Caitlin and said, "Ready to go."

“I’ll take care of Barry for the meantime,” said Wells.

She, Caitlin, and Cisco drove a van to Starling City. When the van had passed the welcome sign at the highway, Alex felt a wave of nostalgia hit her. She was born in Starling City. It was a dangerous city but it was her home and it held some of the most beautiful memories she had. At least, the earliest memories were the most beautiful unlike the latter.

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"Jung-hwa," her mother sweetly called her by her Korean name. "Come here, darling. I made sandwiches for you."

Four-year-old Alex, who was colouring in her colouring book on the floor of the living room, put her crayon away and got up. She ran to her mother in the dining room and hugged her leg. With a chuckle, her mother picked her up and sat her in her chair. Alex's mother made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with milk and Alex wasted no time in digging in. While she was eating, the door of their house opened.

"I'm home," Alex's father said from the hallway.

"We're in here, honey," said Alex's mother.

The tall man walked to the dining room, loosening his tie. His slightly tired expression turned warm as he saw his wife and daughter. He sat down and he was also served with his own plate of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

"How was work?" asked Alex's mother.

"It was good but I wanted to go home early," said Alex's father as he took a bite of one of the sandwiches on his plate.

Little Alex stopped eating to get off her chair and go to the living room to get something. She came back to the dining room and went to her father.

"Daddy," she said and gave him a piece of paper.

Alex's father looked at his daughter with an adoring smile and he saw her drawing of the whole Lee family. There was him, his wife, Alex in between them, and their house under the sun.

"That's beautiful," he complimented and he carried her onto his lap.

"For you," said Alex.

Alex's father chuckled. "Thank you, sweetie," he said. "I'm gonna keep it with me forever."

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Alex smiled sadly at the memory and tried to fight back the tears.

"Alex," she heard Caitlin's voice call her, snapping her out of her thoughts. Alex turned to Caitlin, who was looking at her strangely with a pen in her hand.

"Yeah?" asked Alex.

"I asked if you could help me with the paperwork here," said Caitlin.

"Right," said Alex sheepishly. "Sorry."

Alex sat down and started helping Caitlin with the paperwork. Then, Caitlin sat next to her. “You’ve been really quiet since we got here. What’s wrong?” she asked.

“It’s nothing,” said Alex.

“Are you sure?” asked Caitlin.

“Yeah, Caitlin,” answered Alex. “I’m fine. Really.”

Caitlin just stayed silent and nodded, doing the paperwork in her hands. Cisco came out from one of the halls and said with pride, "The combined inventory of every scientist who ever worked at S.T.A.R. Labs. All housed right in here. I hereby christen this building 'da bomb.'"

"Nobody says that anymore," said Caitlin.

"I say it," Cisco said back.

“Kinda lame, if you ask me,” said Alex.

"I define my own cool,” Cisco retorted.

Alex just rolled her eyes and went back to do the paperwork. She tried to focus solely on it, trying to block the memory that kept replaying in her head as well as the conversation Caitlin and Cisco were having. As she was writing away, she heard footsteps. She stopped what she was doing and looked up at her two friends.

"What was that?" she asked as she got up from her chair.

“What?” asked Cisco.

“Footsteps,” answered Alex.

The footsteps started to get louder. "I thought we were the only ones here," said Caitlin, who now heard them.

"Maybe it was one of the security guards," said Cisco.

The two girls followed Cisco as he was looking for the source of the sound. They stopped when they saw one of the security guards standing in the hall.

"Oh. Hey, man," Cisco told him. "We should be wrapped up any minute now."

The guard was unresponsive, staring at the three strangely. Cisco's smile faded as he asked the two girls, "You getting a bad vibe off this guy?"

Alex and Caitlin looked at him before turning to the guard. Suddenly, he started coughing out blood. Alex stumbled backwards in horror as the man dropped to the floor, killed with a knife on his back. What was behind the security guard before was now revealed. It was a tall, heavily-armored figure wearing a helmet painted orange on the right and black on the left. The armored man whipped out a gun from the holster on his hip, ready to strike.

"Shit," Alex said as she and her friends started running.

A string of curses continuously escaped Alex's lips as she and her friends are being chased by a terrifying armored man. Her mind was clouded and adrenaline was rushing through her veins. She didn't care if she got lost with Cisco and Caitlin in the maze called a warehouse. It was all about not getting killed.

Cisco suddenly stopped, shivering in his place. They were face to face with the armored man again after running in circles.

"Shit..." Cisco whimpered.

The armored man was inching closer to them. He was walking slow, savoring the fear creeping up on his three victims.

What to do?! Alex thought.

In her peripheral vision, Alex saw a steel rod just a few feet on their left. Just at the sight of it, she was already thinking.

Are you crazy?! she yelled at herself in her head.

As the seconds were passing by, she was leaning on to the choice of doing something stupid. That's it. I'm calling it, she thought and then whispered to her friends, "When I say 'run,' you two run to your left."

"What?" Caitlin asked shakily.

"Just do as I say!" she whisper-yelled.

When the armored man was halfway there, Alex yelled, "Run!"

Caitlin took Cisco's hand and they ran to the left. Alex followed and picked up the steel rod. "Keep running!" she told them and slowed down, steel rod in hand and ready for the risk she was about to take.

She came to a full stop and turned around, breathing heavily. She gripped the steel rod tightly as she saw the armored man walking towards her.

"Silly girl," he sneered. "Are you capable enough to fight me?"

"If it's worth saving my friends, then bring it on... dickhead," she answered.

The armored man let out a low grunt. He charged at Alex, taking heavy and dangerous steps towards her. Alex readied her weapon.

Wait for it, a voice from a distant memory said to her. Wait until he's near enough to strike you.

The armored man was now running towards her with his knife and gun ready. Alex remained calm, ready for the kill.

Now! the voice yelled and Alex ran swiftly past him, delivering a heavy blow on his side.

Alex slid and caught herself to prevent clumsily rolling on the floor. She turned back to the armored man, who was stunned at what she did. As he tried getting back up, she charged at him. He fired his gun at her only to miss a few times. Alex returned his attack by striking at him multiple times swiftly with the steel rod. Her mind was only focused on throwing him off his game and her body followed, moving out of memory.

Though she was smaller than him, she completely surprised him and he was unable to look for a weak spot on her. The armored man tried to charge his knife at her which she successfully dodged and knocked out of his grip. As the final move, she struck his helmet, which created a dent. The armored man fell to his side in shock and pain.

"Alex!" she heard her Caitlin's voice.

Alex turned around and saw Caitlin rushing towards her. "Come on!" yelled Caitlin.

Alex dropped the rod and immediately ran to where her Caitlin was leading her. They ended up in a restricted area where Cisco was standing by. Caitlin unlocked the metal gate with her key card and opened it.

"Help me," she said as she entered with Cisco and Alex at her tail.

"This equipment belonged to Arthur Light," she continued as she led them to a wooden box. "Wells fired him two years ago."

"Why?" asked Cisco.

"Because he was a psycho," answered Caitlin as she opened the box to reveal a special gun. "Please tell me you can make this work."

Cisco said no more and started working on the gun. Alex and Caitlin kept an eye on the unlocked gate in case the armored man caught up. As Cisco was finished, the familiar heavy footsteps grew louder and louder. Alex told Cisco and Caitlin to hide to prepare for the attack. Then, the armored man was there. He saw Alex standing inside the metal box, waiting for him.

"You're not so silly after all," he said and he unsheathed his katana. "But reckless enough to meet your death."

"Now!" Alex yelled and jumped out of the way.

Cisco got out of his hiding spot and fired the gun at the armored man. The blast knocked the armored man backwards with a groan. Cisco dropped the gun with a yelp and Caitlin ran to the exit, unlocking it with her card. The trio ran to the exit and they immediately headed to the lobby.

Alex slowed down and her ears were ringing. She plopped down onto the couch, knees weakening. Cisco and Caitlin were reporting the incident at the front desk but Alex didn't care. She did that tonight to save her friends. She thought she had forgotten but the memories resurfaced naturally as she fought the armored man. Her body still knew what it had to do in those kinds of situations. She felt relief but at the same time, the memories pained her.

Caitlin saw Alex looking at the floor and breathing slowly but heavily. "Alex," she called gently as she sat down next to her, rubbing her back. "You okay?"

Alex couldn't speak but Caitlin didn't push her to speak. When the cops arrived, Cisco asked for a blanket. He went to Alex and wrapped the blanket around her. She looked up at him with a smile.

"Thank you," she said softly.

"No problem, Alex," he said.

Felicity Smoak and John Diggle arrived to ask Cisco and Caitlin about what happened. Alex told them to talk to them, saying she'll be fine by herself for a bit. As the four were talking to each other about the incident, Alex kept hearing the voice in her head and she kept on seeing images of the past.

Well done, the voice said. You remembered.

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THE DUCK AVENGER PK2: #10 HIGH VOLUME

And we’re back with the missing microchips, because that subplot is never going to go away apparently. Okay, no, after this is it’s gone.

After an informative news segment by Geena Onair (On Air, geddit?), it turns out Everett wasn’t happy with the conclusion of that mess. It also turns out that he’s right, there are still 500 chips missing. He tells Birgit and Anymore that he wants this matter to be dealt with as soon as possible and he wants it done discreetly.

So, naturally, he tells Birgit to deal with it. You know, the one that spent one issue running around town in an armor with ED on the chest and the one who wanted to shut down all production last time she was told to investigate the microchip issue!

Anymore is just straight up laughing here.

As the two leave, Everett turns back to the wall of tv, and now the lawyer of the guy that stole the other microchips, Brian Grafton, is on, talking about how he’s defended other honest citizens before. He looks like a scumbag, for the record.

Why, no, I am not the obvious villain of this issue, why do you ask?

At Duckmall, Tempest asks Donald for a ride as they’re getting off at the same time. She won’t tell him where until they’re actually in the parking lot.

At Channel 00 Lyla gives Geena some advice about being on air, while Angus whines that she was too nice to Everett. So everything is pretty much as normal, except that Angus is preparing for his big interview with Everett.

Geena thinks that Agnus is going to go heavy, but Lyla notes that Angus going all out is probably exactly what Everett wants, to confront the journalist that’s convinced he’s involved in something illegal.

While this is going on, Donald has been introduced to Tempest’s “secret”. She’s in a band and needed him to drive her to practice. It’s the loud kind of music. They’re aiming for a breakthrough, but can’t find a good enough place to play to get the necessary kind of attention.

She invites him inside to listen, but it turns out they’re having some equipment problems. They’ll have to take it to Ray later, to get it fixed.

This is one of about two? Two panels where Tempest doesn’t have her teeth together.

At night, all appears quiet, until…

I didn’t know you could have special effect failures in a comic.

Tiny robots are robbing a used car dealership, and they’re powerful enough to melt metal. They’re also small enough to be difficult to hit, and the Avenger admits to losing this round as the robots fly away. He still realizes that this must be more trouble with the stolen microchips as the tiny robots had sonic weapons.

In a dark alley, the tiny robots go together to form a rat, before jumping into a black car, where their owner is waiting.

Other people also immediately thinks about the stolen microchips when they hear about the tiny robots.

Everyone just *knows* what the problem is this time around.

Yes, our favorite cop duo is back. It seems like strange stuff is now their permanent job as Birgit is in fact spying on them.

She tries to update Everett, who isn’t interested. He’s already made it clear what he expects, now she just needs to get it done.

So I can do whatever I want now, right?

At Century, the Avenger is very concerned about the fact that the chips were inserted into something like those “supertechnological minidroids”, rather than a more conventional weapon. It suggests they’re moving beyond street crime and into something else. Lyo agrees, but doesn’t have anything else to offer.

Which is fair, though I would argue that a sonic cannon is also beyond normal street crime, and yet that was the problem last time.

He also asks Lyo if he’s thought about an earlier question, and Lyo says he has. The answer is no. Century is a great superhero lair, but it’s not a concert hall. Certainly not at the same time.

The Avenger argues that Tempest’s band is practically unknown, which really sounds like tempting fate to me. But eventually Lyo agrees, provided everything is back the way it was afterwards, and that is definitely tempting fate.

At Ray Gomi, Techno Waste Artist, slimy lawyer Grafton from the beginning of the issue is complimenting Ray on those wonderful minidroids he made.

Ray tries to tell him something, but Grafton is on a roll, and wants to see the other minidroids Ray’s made.

But what would a wealthy lawyer want with stolen microchips and minidroids?

Why? You’re a rich lawyer, retire and go skydiving if you want excitement.

Yeah. Well, this is a kind of villain we haven’t seen in a while. Just look at this guy.

Motive: ...he wants to be king? Oh, come on, this city is used to a higher class of villain. You don’t even have a personal tie to one of the usual cast members to make you more interesting.

Plan: Take over the city. Pretty low level in scope, but it’s some high level stupid. Friend, your planet has dealt with an actual alien invasion. One guy, even with high tech weapons, don’t stand a chance.

Ray carefully tries to quit, but Grafton throws a minor temper tantrum and threatens to use his lawyer status to implicate him in ALL THE CRIMES.

Ray folds like a house of cards and Grafton leaves just as Tempest’s band friend shows up with the faulty equipment.

The next day, Donald shows the band Century, explaining that yes, they can have their concert there. They think it’s awesome, now all they need to do is to spread the word. Donald may have an idea there too.

At Channel 00, Angus is practicing his questions and imagining Everett cracking under pressure. Now that is the kind of disconnect from reality that makes you try to declare yoursef king. He’s told to hurry up, other people needs to use the bathroom too. Lyla thinks he’s being more unbearable than usual. Geena thinks he’s nervous.

Donald calls right about then, asking if Channel 00 might be interested in doing a story about an emerging band. Networking: Seriously, it matters.

Lyla does have something they can use the concert for, and gives Geena the job.

Our favorite cops get a page to remind us that they’re still here, working the chips case, even if all they do is talk about how quiet things are.

Thing being quiet of course means trouble. Grafton targets a local bank that night, attracting the Avenger’s attention. The ensuing fight is messy, but the Avenger manages to attach a tracking device on one of them. He then leaves as the cops show up, since their relationship has only gotten worse.

Though I do appreciate that it seems to be the vigilante-thing that’s the problem, not actually a “the hero is totally a villain” problem.

The next day, Donald is too preoccupied with his own thoughts to notice Tempest trying to get his attention. She does manage to get it though, and redirects it towards the TV display, where Geena is doing a commercial for the concert.

Seperate your teeth, woman, this isn’t good for you.

The cops are still working, and it turns out that the minidroids reminds Spader of this artist they arrested, called Ray? My, Duckburg is tiny when the plot needs it to be.

Birgit is still spying on them BTW.

At Ducklair Tower they’re preparing for the interview. Angus isn’t allowed inside, because only technicians are during preparations.

Not sure how I feel about agreeing with Morrighan, even against Angus, but... yeah, this is gonna be fun.

As the concert nears opening hours, the tracker the Avenger put on a minidroid activates for just long enough to give a location. The Avenger heads off to deal with that, and the concert will just have to wait.

It turns out that the cops found the place at the same time, and the Avenger suggests a team up. Spader agrees, taking full responsibility if the higher ups disapprove.

They enter, but while the find most of the droids, they also find a tied up Ray, who tells them Grafton took 100 minidroids and is going after the other 400 microchips that Ray hid because he didn’t want to be a part of this anymore.

Where did Ray hide those chips? I’d say take a guess, but no, this is too obvious. He hid them in the faulty equipment he fixed for Tempest’s band.

Every journalist dreams about the kind of kickstart to their career Geena is about to get.

While that disaster is gearing up, so is a much funnier one, namely Angus’s interview with Everett.

After the introductions, Everett immediately takes control over the interview, demanding they skip the background info and go straight to questions. So Angus is off to a bad start for his hard hitting interview.

Everett then proceeds to do this.

I have to disagree with the colouring choices here. The purple makes it looks like this takes some massive effort on Everett’s part, but so far mind reading has been shown to be very easy. And so does the rest of the panels in this scene.

And he keeps doing it, until Angus loses his temper and storms off.

10/10, would watch this interview again. Shame it’s so short.

It took three questions for that to happen.

Back at Channel 00, Editor Dan and Lyla freak out. They have over an hour left of this interview, Angus can’t just leave! So they call Geena and tells her she’s going live, rather than recorded as originally planned.

Geena is thrilled, and her night’s just going to get better from there.

The crowd at Century is surprisingly large for an unknown band, but maybe it’s a quiet night in Duckburg.

Grafton tells his robots to get the chips, the Avenger goes looking for the chips and Spader looks for Grafton.

That seems unecessary.

The poor band doesn’t even get started before the minidroids, now man-shaped, fire sonic beams at them. The Avenger steps in, the crowd is unimpressed with the “special effects” and Spader tells the crowd to get out.

Geena is still live and loving it.

Can’t blame her.

The fight goes on, but just as Grafton seems to have the upper hand, Spader finds him and takes the remote out of his hands. It’s a fairly disappointing event, much like… well, this entire issue.

The Avenger gives Spader the equipment piece with the chips, and declines any thanks. He needs sleep. Spader wonders if he should rethink the Avenger again, and finally Birgit makes her entrance.

She asks that the fact that the microchips are from Ducklair Enterprises be kept quiet, and what might have flown under the radar before suddenly doesn’t as Spader gets pissed at the idea of being ordered around by Ducklair or his minions.

And he was never seen again.

Because, I guess, the series got cancelled, but man, it looks unfortunate that a character up and vanishes from the plot after angering the maybe big bad of the series.

The Avenger has his own problems.

IDK about you, but I’m impressed that he even tried to lie here.

Not a fan of this one. Seperately, all the parts could be interesting. Donald helping a friend/the Avenger and the cops looking for the cips/minidroids, but a) the keep jumping around just a bit too much so they can explain absolutely everything, and b) the villain is boring. No connection to the cast, or anyone really, motivation is barely there, the plan is dumb. Just fixing one of these would help.

Everett messing with Angus is another distraction, but personally, I give it a pass because that’s continuity and also hilarious.

It does do a good job of setting up Geena, who is one of those characters, like Malice, Spader and others, that gives the impression they were supposed to have an at least slightly bigger part (Or maybe not, who knows?). Sending a new journalist to cover a recording of an event involving an unknown band makes sense, and going over to her when Angus storms out is a way to get her involved that doesn’t seem forced.

I wish her name wasn’t Geena though. It’s jarring, considering rebel-droid Geena, who left a much bigger impression.

And it’s nice to see the cops working with the Avenger.

But while the microchip plot goes out more with a whimper than with a bang, it does plant some seeds for future events.

#pkna #pk2 #duck avenger #sort of #for fun #comic #review

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