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dlthedescent · 4 months
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INTERMISSION I-III: FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD HUNTER
- Segment taken from Side Quest Story: Feed the Moles
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“Now that you’ve integrated yourself back into society, how about taking the helm this time around?”
Crane had heard a lot of wild things out of Jack’s mouth. He’s tolerated them to a degree. This time, however.
“You’re joking,” he exclaimed vocally. Ever since he’s been welcomed into the Junction, he's refrained from using that telepathic voice of his so freely. Understandable, he didn't want to spook people off.
Good, she thought. Sometimes it felt weird hearing a voice in her head that wasn’t hers.
“With all the heroics you’ve done, you’ve earned a little trust with the Junction. So, why not take it a step further?” Jack proposed.
“There’s a fine line between a step and a leap.”
“You’ve done this before.” Jack took a confident stance in front of him. “Hearing people out. Helps them to be a little more open with you.”
“And that’s a good thing?”
“Better to make friends than enemies." She watched the hooded man scoff, pacing back and forth with hesitation. "You won’t know until you try. The worst they can do is chase us out.”
“You know the right words, don’t you?”
“I also know I’m right,” she chided. Her tone then took a slight change in seriousness as she replied, “You’re not alone in this. I got your back.”
Crane heaved out a long, heavy sigh after a moment of thinking - hoping she could just drop the idea and continue working as his front. 
“I can’t believe you’re talking me into this,” his last complaint and the two headed to the Junction’s storage area. He got a pat on the back as reassurance.
The good thing about the Junction was the warehouses within the protected area. The amount of space and shelves provided everything needed to steel against the storm that was the Scanderoon outbreak; stations were set up and an assortment of items was stacked. Reserved food and oil, medical supplies, emergency supplies and infrastructure tools. 
The work in organizing never ended - people walked in and out, already passing by the person in charge. Basil, the Juction’s quartermaster had pretty much stayed at the entrance for most of the day, keeping track of the faction’s inventory.
As the two runners approached, Crane spotted him - a man of medium build with graying hair. Over his right eyebrow were the past signs of a healed scratch from a Biter. 
“Hey,” Crane started off skittish, trying his best to control the tone in his voice. “You’re Basil, right?”
“Yeah.” And already, Crane knew from the tone and mannerisms. Basil was wary of new faces, even faces covered up with a scarf and hood.
Off to a good start.
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Quest Stories, Feed the Moles, Room Service and Lost and Found can be found at these links: FFN and AO3.
Merry Christmas and a happy new year to you all!
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enchantingepics · 2 months
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Story Prompt 55
In a land where dragons roamed freely, there was a village nestled at the edge of a dense forest. The villagers had heard rumors about a dragon living nearby, but no one dared to venture close to its lair. That is, until one curious soul decided to check out the dragon's room.
One bright morning, a brave young villager, filled with a mix of fear and excitement, set out on a journey towards the dragon's lair. As he approached the entrance, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
Taking cautious steps, he entered the cavernous space, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. To his surprise, the room was not filled with treasures and gold as he had expected, but rather with books and scrolls scattered about.
"Hmm, this isn't what I expected," he muttered to himself, brows furrowed in confusion.
Just then, a deep rumbling voice echoed through the chamber. "Who dares to enter my domain?"
The young villager froze in place, fear gripping his heart. "Uh, I-I come in peace," he stammered, trying to sound brave.
The dragon emerged from the shadows, towering over him with its massive wings spread wide. Its scales shimmered in the dim light, and its eyes glowed with intelligence.
"What brings you to my lair, little one?" the dragon asked, its voice surprisingly gentle.
The villager gathered his courage and replied, "I-I wanted to see if the rumors were true. They said you hoarded treasures, but I see books instead."
The dragon chuckled, a deep rumble that reverberated through the room. "Ah, you are mistaken, young one. While I do appreciate the occasional shiny trinket, my true treasure lies in knowledge."
"Knowledge?" the villager repeated, intrigued.
"Yes, indeed," the dragon replied, nodding its massive head. "I have spent centuries collecting books and scrolls from far and wide, learning about the world beyond my cave. There is so much to discover, so much to learn."
The villager's fear began to ebb away, replaced by curiosity. "Do you mind if I take a look?" he asked tentatively.
The dragon smiled, revealing rows of sharp teeth. "Not at all, young one. Feel free to explore to your heart's content."
And so, the young villager spent hours poring over the dragon's collection, amazed by the wealth of knowledge contained within.
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evercelle · 2 days
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mysterious, and surprising.... let the magic begin!
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cfeather · 1 year
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light upon the sea
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tinartss · 10 days
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feel like kaveh has moments where he’s like wait alhaitham is just as cute as he was all those years ago…….and then he opens his mouth
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4dango-the2nd · 7 months
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MARTYRS
Neuvilette's Story Quest Spoiler
IT'S ALWAYS THE NPCS, MAN justice for Carole and Vautrin!!!
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bara-izu · 9 months
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The party does a little arson, as a treat.
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lunacias · 5 months
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of five people, three must pay a price
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purplesound · 6 months
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Guilty
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saccharinerose · 6 months
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Furina: Anyone I've ever worked with probably couldn't wait to get rid of me... Since I'm just an ordinary person now. They'll probably just laugh in my face if I go asking them for help... :(
Neuvillette, the second Furina asks him about booking the Opera Epiclese, the process for which is notably cumbersome and complex: Yes, I will take care of it immediately. Btw does this mean you will allow audiences (myself included) to enjoy your outstanding acting talents once more? 🥺
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waterghostype · 4 months
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masters of earth
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hydrodragons · 7 months
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"what's the matter? too scared to shoot straight?"
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autisticrosewilson · 2 months
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Every time I see a story, be it canon or fanfic, where Jason is like "wow my morals are kind of fucked up I should never kill again" I have to put it down, close the tab, ect. Because HE WOULD NOT FUCKING DO THAT. We're talking about Bruce's number one fan turned antagonist.
Do you not think he's maybe already considered such a thing?
The thing about Jason is that he's as devoted to his views and sense of justice as Bruce is, maybe with a little more flexibility (i.e. he's willing to temporarily stop killing if it's necessary for his overall goals where Bruce wouldn't be able to kill even if it would benefit everyone in the long run) and any run or story where he completely disregards his own moral compass and personal experience to follow Bruce's rules is just a disservice to his character.
His whole thing is that Batman's methods are ineffective and his unwillingness to either do what needs to be done or let someone else do so is a clear sign that he's not the hero Gotham needs. Jason genuinely believes everything he says about the system, and Bruce's ineffectiveness.
His crime lord era wasn't just a silly little thing he did to fuck with Bruce with the final confrontation as the REAL point of Under the Red Hood, he became a crime lord because he believed it was the best way he could help. The point of Red Hood is protecting Gotham, fucking with Bruce was just a bonus. Like the confrontation wasn't even initially planned, Jason haphazardly threw that at the end of his to-do list after he realized he couldn't just blow up the Batmobile.
Stop reducing Jason's motivations to "get Bruce's attention/make Bruce kill".
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T O B O N I T A W I T H L O V E….
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otaku553 · 9 months
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Haha
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beaxmice · 9 months
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its been one of those weeks... pass the yaoi !!
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