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As I approach Rune Factory 4’s arc 2 ending, and as A Place Further Than The Universe rewatch approaches, an idea that’s been kicking around in my head makes itself more apparent.
#polls#I read too many ongoing book series to pick a closing line there turns out#and I’m not reopening The Shepherd’s Crown I’m not doing that to myself I cry just THINKING about that book#okay one of these is cheating but I also do genuinely get emotional just SKIPPING TO EPISODE 13’S END TO CHECK#so it gets a pass especially since the real last line’s a speech simultaneously with a stinger#this is in fact a veiled request to get me to ask about any one of these that you don’t recognize but sounds interesting let me infodump#end credit songs were not included because I’m not the bastard who’d pit them against each other#but for the record in that case Star Twinkle loses its spot for Hirogarism Quintet for obvious reasons#Rune Factory and the comic would be the only ones who don’t get included there though! for obvious reasons in the comic’s case.#Sanctuary After The Battle version is still ingrained on my soul in the utter shell shock that is Finishing Days
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Friends
Jing yuan x g/n!reader
Summary: The xianzhou citizens don't often indulge in romance, to love is to one day see yourself fall into the embrace of mara— to let your lover witness it. Some still love, some deny themselves of such feelings.
Cw. Angst, unrequited love (not really), getting drunk, mixed signals, implied sexual stuff and a little bit of that but they don't actually do it (i think), no fluff no comfort because that shit is for the weak
A/n: Did I cry writing this? Yes. Was it worth it? I don't know.
Love.
noun
an intense feeling of deep affection.
He wonders if you ever noticed how he felt about you. Lingering gazes lasting deeper than it should, ‘accidental’ brushes against your hand or how he finds himself dropping everything he's doing just to be with you.
“Jing yuan, your move.”
Your words snap him back to reality, he awkwardly bit his lip, his focus back on the board. Right.
He wonders as he moves his piece two tiles forward, would you ever get wind of these growing feelings of his? If you did,
“Checkmate.”
Would you feel the same?
A light chuckle leaves his lips, the sight of your frustrated expression ingrained in his mind, like every memory he has of you.
A loud slam echoed in the room, “How do you always win?”
“You make brash decisions on the board,” Jing yuan backtracks the pieces before the soul-crushing checkmate, he positioned your pieces, “It should've gone here, you could've blocked my move.”
An exasperated sigh escapes you, clamping chunks of your hair frustratedly after realising you could've won, “I hate you.”
The man laughs as he tidies up the table, eyes still trained on you.
He doesn't know how and why you both ended up in this position.
Your relationship was complicated.
He doesn't understand you.
Sometimes you'd hold his hand, tell him all your secrets like he were a priest at a confessional, take care of him and everything of the like.
Yet, you always pushed him away. He'd sit right beside you, looking over your shoulder to read the novel you recently took interest in. As if he were a bug, you'd swat him away for being too close.
“Ji, don't get too close. I'm melting from the heat.” you say, but it was winter?
He doesn't understand love at all.
He loves mimi, he loves starchess, he loves his family (the high-cloud quintet, or should I say, ex-family), he loves tea, he loves his home.
Sometimes you two would go out to the library, indulging in me-time, faces buried in pages.
“Jing yuan, have you found a book about that one novel I told you about?” He shook his head no, he doesn't indulge in fictional work that often. But you loved novels.
“I think I found it.” He wipes the dust off the book spine. ‘How to fall in love with a genius’, what a strange book title.
“Really?” quietly tiptoeing towards his direction, the library lady eyeing you two; you had a habit of making too much noise, leading to the bookkeeper scolding you both.
“Here,” he blew over the cover, dust particles puffing in your face.
“Bastard—” words barely audible as you spoke in-between coughs, “Thanks though”
The bookkeeper glaring at you two, sending shivers down your spine. The idiot laughs again, you slap his back.
You both get kicked out.
Friends don't get drunk together, friends don't cuddle, friend's don't do this.
Like ‘friends’, you cling to him in his bed, head nuzzled in his neck. Jing yuan was scared to hug you or even dare to hold your waist.
He can only get a taste of heaven but never the real thing, you can hug him yet when he reciprocates he's too close.
He envies at how audacious you are. That you're not afraid to hold him like he's yours but he could never call you his. How you could just stare at him with those loving resplendent eyes but he could never stare longer at yours.
This time however, he wishes he slept in, he wishes he told you he was busy, that he doesn't want to hang out today.
One drink turned to two, two drinks turned to three. More, more and more, until you're on top of him, all of him you can see.
“Ji.”
How cruel you are. Straddled on his lap as he was laid against the pearly sheets of his bed, your eyes devoid of light as your free hand tug on the hem of his shirt, “Jing yuan, I'm sorry”
You cried again, gripping his shirt tightly. Why can't he push you away?
Tears spill out as you desperately wanted to love him, as he did too. But was it really love?
“I love you.” he accidentally slips out.
Your eyes widened in fear, you tried to convince yourself you didn't hear anything as you grind your hips on his lap, croaking out a guttural moan.
“Please,” you grinded faster, your hips burning, you prayed to god that what you heard was a lie, that you misheard him.
He groans in desperation, hands on your hips, “I really love you.”
Without a second thought, as if you were sober, you swatted his hand away and got off his lap. He stares at you like you were a madman— why did you suddenly stop?
He wishes he was drunk enough to indulge in you that night, but sober enough to have never said that.
He sat up, his hand reaching out for you but you swat it away again, “Stop.”
A sob stuck in his throat, heavy breaths drowning out the wanton moans from earlier.
“I…”
He wishes he never even loved you in the first place.
Tomorrow came, those lingering gazes on each other no more, those playful banters dissipated into thin air.
He can't bring himself to confront you, too scared to accept what's become to the two of you.
“Ji— General. Documents from Madam Yukong”
The way your eyes dart to anything but him, he bit his lip anxiously, “Yes, thank you. You may leave now.”
As if nothing happened last night, you bowed your head and ran away as quickly as possible. Does he even have the courage to ask you for another game of starchess?
Days passed yet no progress. Your relationship has turned into a strictly professional one. So cold to each other, yanqing and fu xuan can't wrap their hands around what could've happened but they don't have it in them to ask what happened.
The general signed paperwork, like usual. Not noticing loud thumping footsteps nearing his desk.
“General,” a part of him wished it was your voice.
“Yes yanqing?”
“They've turned in their resignation paper”
Oh. Huh?
He thinks yanqing is joking. Not when his dear retainer thrusts the documents to his hand does he realise he's really lost you.
“For what exactly?” he asks as if he doesn't know the answer.
Yanqing sighs, “I'm not sure either, but they talked about retiring.”
“They're too young to retire,” the man scratched his head, his mind racing with a million thoughts and a million regrets.
“General, they're 630 years old”
“Oh right,” he gave his retainer a weak smile, hoping the young boy doesn't notice the uneasiness in his eyes when he read through the contents, “I shall talk to them before I approve their resignation. You may leave.”
Yanqing nods, taking his leave as Jing yuan trembles. He's lost the high-cloud quintet, does fate have to take you too in its stride, far away from him?
He was okay with just being friends with you.
Jing yuan called for you in his private garden, he didn't expect you to actually come especially after that.
“You came.”
“You called,” your eyes as empty as that one night.
He tried his best to hold back the tears, heart burning yet he had to remain professional. After all, he was your boss.
“Yanqing brought me your resignation request.” he pauses, unable to find the right words.
Normally, if an employee of his decides to resign, he'd sign away their request and carry on with his life but this— how could he just sign so easily?
“Have you not signed it yet?”
“No.” he can't bring himself to.
Your fingers found solace under the table, fiddling and fidgeting together but you'd rather die than let the man in front of you notice it, “Can't you just sign it?”
“It's just… you've been working with me since the high-cloud quintet and it's not that easy.”
“How so?”
“We’d lose an important member of society, your contributions to the mechanical team have been beneficial,” he tapped his foot aggressively, agitated. “Can't you think twice about it?”
Without hesitation, “I can't. I'm getting old, sooner or later I'd die—”
He listens, not interrupting you, “— I don't want to die without living.”
Living? What a lie. You've been more alive by his side more than anything.
“What exactly do you mean by living?”
He pretends to not understand, he wishes you'd just take him into consideration and talk to him like he was Jing yuan, not the general arbiter.
“You know what I mean,” the air sucked out of your lungs, why did he have to make you say it out loud?
“I want to live. I want to be finally free of my duties, get married, and retire.”
He nodded along with your words, he felt sick. Sicker than he ever was in his life.
“I wish you told me sooner”
“What good would it bring?”
“I just wished you were honest from the start.”
The words were once stuck again in your throat, trying to blink nonstop to not let those pathetic tears spill out, “This is for me—”
“What about me?”
Desperation laced in his tone, he wishes you'd give him a chance, that you'd let him in.
“What about you?”
You wonder, what about him? He wants to ask, what about us?
“This is about me,” neither of you could find the words, but you try.
“I want to live,” forlorn, not a glimmer of hope in your eyes, he wishes on a sliver of hope, “Is that too much to ask?”
Yet life is cruel. It was a mistake trying to be more than friends with you, again; he wished he stayed as friends with you. He would have been fine with anything.
For your own good, “I understand.”
Jing yuan reluctantly took his pen, staring at the paper. He signed.
“Thank you.”
He signed you away, at least now, there's no more need for formalities. He is no longer your boss, he is just jing yuan to you.
“I… “ his mouth snapped shut.
“No more words, general?”
As selfish as it sounds, he wants to tell you that he's willing to leave this life behind. That if you want to live, he'll live with you, if you want to marry, he'll marry you. If you want to retire, he'll retire with you.
But duty calls, he can't just stop being ‘general arbiter’ in a heartbeat for you. He wishes he could.
It's not that hot outside today, but he feels like burning.
“Ah, nothing. Where will you go now?”
“It doesn't matter, I'll just go somewhere, live alone or maybe start a new life.”
“I wish luck for your future endeavours.”
Jing yuan has never been selfish. This time however, he wishes he wasn't the general. He wishes he was just a normal man, he wishes he had the privilege, that he had the choice to be your man.
You could no longer handle being under this suffocating atmosphere, “Can I leave now?”
“By all means.”
That was the last time he talked to you, he wonders, he wishes, that he was anyone but him. Not even he could have foreseen this.
When your footsteps grew quieter as you were farther away from him, he cried.
It's been long since he's cried… years, centuries perhaps.
He's lost his family, he's lost you too. All because he wanted to be more than friends.
He wonders if you cried too, if you'd come back. It's for the best.
In due time, one of you will turn mara struck. He doesn't have the heart to see you in that state. But he wishes you gave him the chance to love you, even for just two years. A year or two is all he needs to be content.
None of that matters, he wipes his tears. Reporting back to the seat of divine foresight.
Note: not proofread so dont laugh. 😔😔😔 Before one of you bitches say, who hurt you, who hurt you? No, this is just me projecting with my cupioromantic and aromantic tendencies. ITS SO COMMON TO SEE MC BEING THE ONE GETTING REJECTEd BUT NOT THE CHARACTER GETTING REJECTED I NEED MORE FICS WITH THIS PLOT GRRRRR 😟. ITS 3:16 AM FUCK SLEEP FUCK IT ALL GRRRR
Written by @khuzena. Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. ♡
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I'm not sure how many you have answered already, but for the Fandom Based Ask Game
🎀💕📞🤍
If you think I have only one of these per fandom, you are wrong!
🎀 a ship others like but you don’t?
DR- Naegami. They're too aspec for me to vibe with it, I'm sorry.
AA- Wrightworth, because I only like them when they're toxic af and the fanon removed anything that made them intersting to me. Also Trupearl.
HS- Erisol and Fefsol. If you're not going to acknowedge the toxic dynamics at play, what is even the POINT?
OP- Marcoace. That age gap is a solid yuck from me. You do you though.
Madoka- Kyoko and Mami. Boring! Only holy quintet ship I'm not all over.
💕a ship you’d defend with your life?
DR- Gonta wasn't tricked and Ougoku isn't as toxic as you think it is! If you have issues with Ougoku, you should also have issues with a bunch of other ships most people have no problem with!!! Stop infantilzing Gonta!
AA- Gumworth. Age gap? Boss/employee? Its not like GUMSHOES CANON LOVE INTEREST ALSO HAS THE SAME PROBLEMS!!
HS- Dirkjake. Stop demonizing Dirk here and start demonizing Jake.(only half kidding.) He has gotten away with it for too damn long.
OP- Zonami. They are not mlm wlw solidarity, they are dating and part of the polycule! (also sex repulsed Ace Nami >:) )
Madoka- Kyosuke x Hitomi. More of a Kyosuke apologist kind of deal, but I'm tired of people bashing either of them!!! Kyosuke is a teenaged boy coping with a career ending disability. He doesn't owe Sayaka anything. While in violation of the bro code, Hitomi had no idea about Sayaka's problems, and is entitled to ask out who she wants. (Also, her joke about Sayaka's sexuality makes me wonder if she really knew the depth of Sayaka's feelings.)
📞 a character others dislike but you don’t?
DR- Monaca Towa. The writing did her so dirty, since there's a crapton of textual evidence she suffered the same treatment as the other Warriors. Everyone talks about how she faked a disability, but not how badly she got injured where her family would buy that they paralyzed her, and never got it checked out by an actual doctor. Also she's related to Haji.
AA- Wendy Oldbag. She's funny as hell and I love her.
HS- Equius. Honestly, I side with him in the act 5 meowrails conflict. His concerns that Nepeta is hanging out with the wrong crowd is 100% correct. Is he a bit controlling about discussing it? Yes. But he's 13 and I promise you I'd be worse in this situation.
OP- Don Kreig. How can people say he's a bad villian, when he has one of my favorite fights in the entire East Blue? He's lowkey way more entertaining than Kuro, OPLA should have cut that one instead.
Madoka- Kyubey. Evil bastard man. give me more info on his species, please!!!
🤍 a fandom you’ve only recently discovered?
It takes time for me to get into a fandom, but my most recent fandom is Madoka Magica. If you're curious to what I might join next, I'm currently watching 100 girlfriends, but not really vibing w it.
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MISSION 7
The airfield that held APOTHECARY’s bunker continued to rattle as the HCA’s aircraft continue to strafe the base. any and all aircraft that hadn’t been shot down had been destroyed on the ground. The pilots ceased their runs and proceeded to circle the bunker surface like vultures over potential prey. Nathan became surprised as several HCA copters hovered above them
“No way, we’re getting come actual, tangible back up for once from the krauts?” Nathan said, giving the others the go ahead to advance. Joseph’s scars flared up for a moment, he felt an almost euphoric sense of cruelty wash over him as he dowsed APOTHECARY. A cruel smile cracked across his face as he and his comrades charged. He then shook himself out of it, remembering that he was here for JUSTICE, not revenge. As the VWS arrived to engage the ALA’s American soldiers, its American mercenary auxiliaries, and the shattered remains of Prospera’s MUERTA BLANCO faction, panic had begun to spread. The VWS met a small platoon of QM commandos, who both then approached a mediocre barricade guarded by more MUERTE BLANCO commandos, all looking horrified and exhausted. “Hold your ground.” Nathan said in a casual manner. “Stay here, we got this covered.” The neo nazis hands trembled as they shot at the quintet with worn handguns and civilian rifles. Their bullets bounced of laleh and her vest as the rest made their way from cover to cover. The neo nazi’s commander, a white american man, pointed his finger at the vws.
“CHAAAARGE!” he bellowed, blowing into a whistle. The MUERTE BLANCO operatives didn’t budge, only moving to turn towards their commanding officer in complete disbelief. One of them was so shocked that he dropped his weapon. The commanding officer snarled at his platoon’s insubordination. “I KNOW DAMN WELL EACH ONE OF YOU UNDERSTANDS ENGLISH, GET OUT THERE AND STOP THOSE COALITION CIRCUS FREAKS!” It seems that weeks of poor rations and rest, having to survive in the unforgiving Prosperan jungles, and incompetent leadership leading to unnecessary casualties had begun to take its toll. “DON’T MAKE ME TELL YOU AGAIN!” yelled the commanding officer.
“You won’t have to.” Whispered an especially haggard looking MUERTE BLANCO operative. He drew his weapon and shot the commanding officer in the chest. He crumpled to the ground. Veronica poked her head out of cover, her yellow eyes slowly becoming offwhite. The sitation had devolved into a bizarre stand off as one of the MUERTE BLANCO soldiers dropped his tarnished assault rifle. He turned slowly to the rest of his own soldiers. “If you stupid assholes want to die in this hellhole, be my guest.” He ran off into the the cracked walls where the jungle lay. After murmurs and whispers, the remaining MUERTE BLANCO soldiers also fled from their post. Nathan snapped his comrades out of their disbelief.
“Let’s go everyone, we got a bastard to apprehend.”
“My god…it certainly appears that the ALA could be falling apart faster than anticipated.” Fritz whispered. A small distance away, ARACHNEA, observed veronica and began to feel pangs of guilt and failure. She couldn’t contain her disbelief that the bumbling group of greenhorns that she was sent to monitor had become an increasing thorn in the ALA’s side. The hideous, screeching bat thing that she almost blew to kingdom come was now tearing through her troops. She observed several other locations outside the bunker via her command posts. The tv screens showed imagery that could’ve been mistaken for a horror film, if it weren’t live feeds of their soldiers getting slaughtered. American mercenaries getting torn to shreds by the erasure unit, ALA soldiers and a small contingent of europra’s fury soldiers getting blown apart by E-12. In her final recon sweeps, she witnessed more of ALA operatives fleeing from their positions and into the jungle around them. Several of their jets were destroyed by HCA private air-force fighter jets.
“DON’T JUST STAND THERE, KEEP SETTING UP DEFENSES!” she bellowed at the combat engineers, who were already running low on material and on the verge of collapse. She flicked on her personal radio to communicate with ALPHA KOMMANDO’s commanding officer. “WE’RE LOSING MEN FAST, I NEED REINFORCEMENTS.” The radio crackled as a calm voice rang out.
“UNFORTUNATELY, WE CANNOT AFFORD TO PROVIDE REINFORCEMENTS AT THIS TIME, YOU ARE TO HOLD OUT AS APOTHECARY IS EVACUATED FROM THE BUNKER.” No sooner had he said that, APOTHECARY was dragged out of his barely disguised prison to the last dinky jet that was being guarded diligently by several poltergeist commandos. Another crackle went out as SGT. Gustavo interjected once again from his own bunker.
“THEY’RE COMING CLOSER, I NEED EVACUATION IMME-” the radio went dead silent as a loud bang went off on the background.
“I NEED FIRE SUPPORT NOW!” She yelled into her intercom. There was no answer except a panicked report from another American ALA operative.
“THERE’S THESE TWO GIANT BITCHES TEARING US APART, WE CAN’T HOLD ON FOR L-” he started before an especially loud shotgun blast silenced him. She knew that E-12 had been seen deployed in the area, but she could never dream that the bunker’s rear barricade would fall so quickly. She tried flicking through multiple channels before connecting with someone.
“WE’RE TRYING TO GET SOME MORE ARMOR TO THE BUNKER, BUT WE’VE BEEN AMBUSHED BY THOSE MARXISTS AND THEIR FREAKS.” He announced as a round of gunfire seemed to almost graze him. “Wait what the HELL is that?!” The operative continued as a helicopter above him had gotten struck by some sort of anti-aircraft round that was shaped like an arrow. He screamed as a large crash finally silenced him as well. She was soon met with her lieutenant.
“Ma’am” He started “ your effective obstacle and defense placements have killed 10 CSTF soldiers, and 12 QM soldiers.” He winced as his shoulder was recently shot, poorly treated with a cloth rag rather than a bandage. “We also have reported your mines knocked out a tank from the Prosperan army.” He winced again. “I’m afraid I do have some bad news, our combat engineers have run out of mines and plastic explosives.” He continued as he gripped his shoulder “the scarred owl has also been scene on the battlefield, and the CNGS and its proxy forces are breaking through our defenses.” From far away, Ted and Sergei were keeping tabs on the ALA troop movement, killing ALA snipers, and tracking down any ALPHA KOMMANDO members.
“Nathan, it looks like they’re pulling out without informing their other soldiers.” Sergei announced. “I figure they’re just using their remaining useful idiots as bait to flee for their lives.” Ted looked at the chaos through his scope as high ranking ALA field commanders were boarding apcs’ with their abomination soldiers and experienced ALA soldiers. They rapidly fled the area without notifying their mercenaries or MUERTE BLANCO operatives. Some of them began to realize that their superiors were leaving them to die, causing some of them to jump on the fleeing armor, banging and screaming out of fear or anger. Some officers ordered their personal guards to kill any mercenaries and their own infantry who came too close.
“They’re pieces of shit for joining the ALA, but I almost feel bad they’re bein’ used as human roadblocks.” Sighed ted, noticing a flock of tropical birds in the distance. He was momentarily distracted by their beautiful plumage amidst the fire, blood, and carnage. Meanwhile, Joseph and Veronica were instructed to get into a sniping position. Joseph spotted a large abandoned tower being guarded by several abominations, whom were left to hold the line as their superiors fled into the jungle. Veronica’s eyes turned yellow in delight for an easy kill, but Joseph stopped and hushed her. Offended, she placed her hands on her hips as he crept towards them. He grabbed a small batch of rocks and spotted an technical truck far away. Taking careful aim, he threw several of the small rocks at the vehicle, which loudly bounced off its hood. The abominations opened fire at the truck, making Joseph’s eyes bulge in horror, who was merely expecting them to investigate the sound. The truck exploded as the abominations rushed off to the burning scrap.
“FIND THE CORPSES.” Said an heavy abomination officer. “TEAR THEM APART AND SHOOT THE REMAINS.” The rest of the abominations began firing into the truck some more. “GOD KNOWS THAT OUR HUMAN OFFICERS WONT, AND THEN SOMEHOW BLAME US…AGAIN…” the officer continued to grumble. “THIS IS THE EIGHTH GODDAMN TIME WE’VE HAD TO STOP AN AMBUSH WHILE UNDERSTAFFED.”
“Holy shit.” Whispered veronica as she and joseph crept into the unguarded building. Joseph gave her a quiet thumbs up, letting her know he it was clear to enter.
“Now we don’t have to waste time getting into a firefight while this… ARACHNEA lady slows down or kills our allies.” At the top of the building, veronica unzipped her pack and assembled the large anti material rifle. Joseph looked like he was going to vomit at the sight. “Pretty sure a regular rifle could do the damn job just fine.”
“Before you complain, our orders were to make sure any and all ALPHA KOMMANDO operatives are dead, PERIOD.” She assembled the barrel quickly. “You can’t get much deader than an anti armor-round through the skull!” she hummed as joseph observed ARACHNEA. “Also, the ammo in this thing is pretty expensive to make, so don’t miss.” Joseph’s scars flared as saw the glare of a sniper rifle from opposite his position. The enemy sniper was erratic, constantly changing position, and firing at pretty much anything moving in their direction. The ALA also weren’t playing anymore, and wanted him dead. Though the sniper didn’t detect his position, Joseph observed that he had his face covered by a balacava. His gaze then zeroed in on veronica, who had an extra sniper scope that fell off her person, alongside a makeup mirror. The scope was dirty and unusable, but still reflected light. He noticed the empty room, and a metal pole broken off a bathroom wall.
“I got an idea.” He said as she tilted her head in confusion. “You got any extra helmets in your pack?”
“Well yeah…” veronica said, fumbling with the pack. “I brought some extras and I didn’t wanna fumble with cleaning.” The two sat beside each other as he loaded the rifle, the plan formulating in his head as gripped the scope.
“I don’t know where he is yet, and sticking our heads out to get sniped isn’t an option. He took the helmet from her and motioned jamming the metal bar into it. Veronica tilted her head to the side again, until she suddenly understood his idea. She nodded her head vigorously.
“How marvelously devious!” she cheered, giddily taking out a piece of rope. Meanwhile, ARACHNEA’s command pose was in chaos, the communication experts desperately tried to unjam their equipment. They panicked as they ran, trying not to trip over the giant cables and wires.
“Call me nuts, but it feels like high command underestimated what a pain the scarred one can be…” said the ALA lieutenant as he brought up his field glasses, searching the woodland for the glare of a sniper’s scope. “Who would’ve thought that an inferior, non-white species of subhuman would be so much trouble to deal with…” ARACHNEA saw APOTHECARY being rushed to the jet via her own binoculars as she tried to process the situation. He suddenly saw the glint of light shining off a glass lense. “THERE!” he screamed at his sniper on the roof. “GUN THAT FOOLISH UNTERMENSCH DOWN!” the abomination sniper almost stumbled as he took aim and fire into the glaring lens in a decrepit building. It shattered upon conact, causing the sniper to cheer at seemingly killing Joseph. His joy turned to unbridled terror and confusion as he looked back into his scope and noticed that there wasn’t a body, but a sniper scope tied to a helmeted stick, jammed into the rotted wood of the windowsill. Before he realized he was duped, his head was partially blown off by a sudden bullet.
“How BRILLIANT and CUNNING!” Veronica said, praising Joseph’s idea to bait the other sniper. She clapped her hands like a young girl. Joseph could sense ARACHNEA’s presence within the building and took aim, noticing that she appeared to be completely stationary.
“My god, I don’t nearly have enough men or material to stop them…” ARACHNEA whispered as her radio began to crackle, her second in command in hysterics as his sniper was slain.
“THIS IS HIGH COMMAND, THE RESIDENTIAL AREA IS LOST, YOU ARE TO ACT AS A ROADBLOCK FOR APOTHECARY AND OTHER WNM6 OPEARTIVES TO ESCAPE.” ARACHNEA fought through nausea and disbelief to muster up a rather unkind choice of words for her superiors.
“WAS I JUST SOME SACRIFICIAL LAMB TO YOU?!” she screamed into her radio.
“WE SIMPLY NO LONGER HAVE THE RESOURCES TO WAGE WAR IN PROPSERA PROPER, AND THE CNGS HAS INSIDIOUSLY PULLED THE STRINGS AND UNITED OUR SEPARATE ENEMIES TO FIGHT AGAINST US.” ARACHNEA became choked with disbelief as she swore she saw a person stir within the shadows of the residential building. “YOU SHOULD BE HONORED THAT YOUR DEATH SHALL ASSIST IN THE COMING OF THE ARYAN PARADISE.” High command finished before ceasing contact with her. The second in command laid his head against the building one last time as he saw the scope glare, a wound on his shoulder mounting.
“He took out out best sniper…did they just…assume he wasn’t a threat because he’s a racial untermensch…? A loud BANG erupted from a giant rifle. An anti-material round ripped through ARACHEA’s skull, reducing it to a crimson paste splattered on the wall, her cranium reduced to a large blossom of crimson before her body fell in the ground. Her limbs contorted and twisted as her nervous system ceased to function, and her body finally fell limp. The building was filled with screams of the ALA soldiers. Within his sniper nest, joseph took shallow breaths. Veronica smiled with delight behind her helmet.. Joseph’s hands trembled as he held the great rifle in his hands.
“IS THE ALPHA KOMMANDO OPERATIVE LIQUIDATED?” asked MacMillan. Joseph breathed a deep sigh of relief as he continued to fight the joyous glee of life being extinguished.
“Affirmative.” He whispered, quietly returning the giant rifle to veronica.
“Quite the shot!” she declared, noticing Joseph’s grim expression. Her tone quickly changed “You have to remember they’re monsters now.” She emphasized in a much softer voice.
“Maybe.” He said, loading his carbine and gently giving the rifle back to her. “That doesn’t stop me from the overkill putting a bad taste in my mouth.” Joseph’s scars flared as he sensed several footsteps running up the hall. “THE BEASTS ASCEND!” he screamed ominously.” He began firing through the walls, with veronica following suit until the footsteps stopped. Josephs scars flared again as he used his a burst of his sudden human agility to jump from the window. Gunfire tore through the opening he slid further into the building. Veronica vaulted behind an iron bookcase as more gunfire rocked the inside of their snipers nest. Joseph popped out as the abomination reloaded, and pointed at a certain part of the floor. “RIGHT THERE!” he screamed.Veronica nodded as she sprayed return fire where joseph pointed. A loud scream and gurgled cough echoed, followed by a loud thud. Silence followed, only the distant gunshots in the ensuing raid opposite of their position could be heard. Veronica stood near the spot, and looked towards her comrade. Her finger was now back on the trigger, despite the sudden silence. He nodded, prompting her to unleash a torrent of fire again. One of the abomination’s bullet managed to graze Joseph’s vest amdist the chaos. A second scream wasn’t even heard. Joseph pointed again to the other abominations he could sense through the building, prompting the giant bat like woman to open burst fire again. He sighed as he gave her a thumbs up. “Bastards heard us, and even tried to play dead.” He whispered. He looked out the window with his scope, sensing APOTHECARY, he stared him down as he attempted to run towards an escape jet. “CAPTAIN, HE’S MAKING A BREAK FOR THE JET NEAR THE RED HANGAR!” the two dashed downstairs, but not before Joseph halted. He prepped his bayonet. “No more surprise.” He told her before stabbing the dead abomination through the skull. Veronica saw and opened fire on the bodies.
Within the abandoned building, Nathan instructed Fritz to apprehend the fleeing APOTHECARY. Fritz saluted diligently and barreled out of the building. Laleh dove infront of her captain as two poltergeist abominations burst through the ceiling. Nathan was able to kill one with his handgun, however, the second commando threw a flashbang at the two, leaving Nathan to flee to cover, and laleh to take the brunt of the impact. Her head flew back as bullets impacted her helmet, and the abomination stabbed her in the chest. Her eyes bulged and foam spewed from her mouth. Her gloves ripped as her claws unsheathed. However, she took a deep breath, accepted that her anger was a part of her, and grabbed the abomination by his neck before throwing him through the building. Nathan popped out of cover.
“Jesus christ.” He remarked. “Are you ok?”
“A lot better the last time this happened.” She replied breathing deeply and regaining her control. “Counseling helped me a lot, now let’s go help fritz.”
“Great fucking idea, laleh.” He replied with a smile. He took cover in the door way and used his handgun to shoot the downed poltergeist commando. His face grew hot with rage as thoughts of N.1685 crept through his head. He quickly regained his own composure afterwards, Laleh fearfully noting her captain’s self hatred. As the two flagged down an erasure unit vehicle, Fritz closed the gap, making temporarily slowing down and avoided debris and the corpses of ALA operatives he took out with burst fire. He noticed WRAITH in the distance riding an armored vehicle with another E-12 member in an odd shaped mask. He adjusted his internal radio within his helmet.
“This is CASTRATI!” said the armored bat like man as he made sure to slow down when crossing area full of debris. “I’ll be assisting you to apprehend the target soon.” The soldier he reported to, WRAITH, answered back.
“Not really keen on getting assistance from a monarchist, but OK.”
“Listen, I know our factions have indeed have some quarrels, but we need to band together for the sake of justice against the fascists.”
“That’s nice.” Answered WRAITH. “I want revenge.” Fritz could hear the buzz of an engine in the background. “Just stay away from that jet unless you feel like getting caught up in the fireball.” Gunshots rang out as the small abomination guard shot at several E-12 soldiers who began to advance on APOTHECARY. He was wracked with horror as the last of the remaining ALA soldiers near him were being routed by the combined forces. Any and all substantive ALA forces near him were either dead, fled into the jungle, or deserted.
“EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!” screamed an Australian ala operative. “THIS WHOLE DAMN COUNTRY’S A DEATH TRAP!” He threw his gun to the ground and fled the scene as APOTHECARY’s remaining bodyguard futilely tried to hold their position.
“LOOK OUT!” APOTHECARY screamed as he saw WRAITH burst out of the jungle on an armored car being driven by another E-12 member. Using her enhanced reflexes and superhuman balance, she slapped a large parcel of plastic explosives on the jet as she and her driver sped off into the jungle. APOTHECARY dived for cover as the jet burst into flames, metal and flames swept over the abominations. APOTHECARY cowered in terror as the ringing in his ears died down. Suddenly, he spotted fritz bounding after him. Instead of terror, it was a sudden wave of relief that washed over him. The coalition would have no choice to take him alive if he surrendered. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the armored car WRAITH was riding shotgun in. The car ran over foliage and metal signs as her driver took out a submachine and gunned down his abomination guards. WRAITH didn’t even wait for her driver to stop to chase down the neo nazi. Her long fingers twitched as she drew a combat knife from her vest. Other E-12 operatives arrived to provide her cover.
“Don’t look, PHANTOM, I don’t want you to see this.”
“BEIRA SAYS HE MUST BE TAKEN ALIVE AND PUT INTO CNGS CUSTODY!” PHANTOM called out, leaping from the car’s driver seat.
“True.” WRAITH barked as she leapt towards her target, “BUT AT LEAST I CAN CUT SOMETHING OFF.” APOTHECARY tore off his various ammo pouches, knives, and hand guns.
“I AM ENACTING CNGS TERMS OF SURRENDER 575-Y, I REQUEST PROTECTIVE CUSTODY.” Fritz flipped APOTHECARY onto his back, and began to zip tie him. WRAITH stopped on her tracks, the heels of her boots dug into the immaculate,paved road.
“You’re just going to let that MONSTER into the CNGS’s neo-liberal prison system INTACT?” WRAITH hissed as she brought out her customized assault rifle. Fritz put his boot into APOTHECARY’s back, and stood tall and stalwart as wraith walked up to him face to face, for he would refuse to let himself be policed by a Marxist. Despite being almost two feet shorter than him, WRAITH refused to back down. “You have no idea what his abomination program did to ME.” She hissed again as PHANTOM was driven back in order to calm her.
“Hey…I think you need to stand down” Said PHANTOM trying to defuse the situation. WRAITH pointed to PHANTOM. “NO IDEA what it did to THEM.” She continued as APOTHECARY began shaking and praying for god’s protection over the increasingly volatile situation.
“I have no niceties towards this man, and I am simply complying with my CNGS allies.” Fritz spat back.
“That MAN is a MONSTER.” WRAITH retorted as she shot a single bullet 2 inches from APOTHECARY’s head. “HOW MANY OTHER TRAFFICKING VICTIMS AND POWS DID YOU DISSECT FOR YOUR LITTLE TOY SOLDIER PROGRAM?!!” She screamed as PHANTOM had to physically restrain her.
“BOTH OF YOU STAND DOWN!” yelled nathan from a microphone, the two whipped around to see Nathan in a CSTF light armored vehicle with the rest of his comrades, and stopping mere 3 feet in front of APOTHECARY. Laleh thundered out, her helmet cracked and her vest had three bullet holes in it. Fritz drug APOTHECARY to his feet, and tore off his hood, revealing a pasty older middle-aged Englishman with a full head of grey hair, face wet with sweat and tears. Nathan took APOTHECARY into his grip, Veronica pushed her way past the two men and placed herself squarely in front front of fritz, her arm outstretched to shield him from WRAITH.
“Don’t bother talking sense into that woman.” Veronica got into WRAITH’s face. “Threaten my brother again, socialist witch, and see what happens.” She hissed. WRAITH was then overcome by a large shadow, only to be met with Laleh’s gaze, her eyes furrowed into anger within her helmet.
“I’ve been informed that you were also a survivor of this terrible man’s experiments.” Her gaze then turned into sorrow. “I’m so, terribly sorry that you suffered such monstrous things, but I can’t let you bypass diplomacy.” APOTHECARY heard quiet footsteps approach him, he didn’t even need to bother to turn around to know who it was. Not even the agonizing tightness of the zip-tie that fritz used to bound his hands could distract him from the impending terror of facing his consequences. Joseph’s gaze met with his. “PLEASE, DON’T KILL ME!” apothecary screamed. The scarred young man’s mind ran a mile a minute, dark intrusive thoughts flooded his mind.
“The bayonet.” He whispered to himself as his eyes darted to the bloodied weapon he used to ensure the abominations that attacked him and veronica would stay dead. “Cut out his eyes, then his throat.” The young man’s thoughts filled with thoughts of sadistic glee. That was until he looked slowly towards laleh, whose big yellow eyes could be seen through her glass visor. Her brow was furrowed with concern rather than shock. He thought back about all the times they spent together, how she emphasized the importance of kindness in a cruel world, even if it seems useless. He backed off, causing everyone to breathe a sigh of relief. Laleh’s gaze became less intense.
“Thank god…” APOTHECARY spat out.
“I’m not going to kill you.” Said joseph. “You’re going to live so you can pay for every terrible thing you’ve done to me, to other people…” he pointed to WRAITH and PHANTOM. “And what you did to THOSE two.” The two paused, almost shocked that CNGS operative were concerned for their wellbeing.
“We got him alive, MacMillan.” Reported nathan.
“Then the mission is over, drag his ass away from the airstrip and regroup with ACKERMAN near the clearing.” Nathan nodded as Fritz dragged off APOTHECARY like he was a heavy sack of garbage his captain’s position. Before Joseph lead his comrades to Ackerman for their pickup, he looked back at WRAITH and PHANTOM, who regrouped with more QM soldiers to continue the battle.
“What about them?” he asked. “We’re supposed to help our allies, right?”
“Our mission was to capture apothecary.” Nathan responded. “I’m sure they’ll be fine.”He took one last sad, forlorn look at PHANTOM, knowing that they were upset by his presence. The VWS left the scene as the pair of super soldiers took a look at each other.
“She’s an odd woman.” PHANTOM remarked as they got back into the armored car. “Despite slathering herself in conservative and monarchist propaganda and symbols, she at least respects our identity.
“Fantastic.” Answered WRAITH as she entered the shotgun seat, ready to aid the QM soldiers. “Let’s give her a medal for doing the bare minimum and getting our pronouns right.” The two charged back into the fray to aid their comrades. Far away, the VWS-1 exited the vehicle and met with Ackerman. The clearing was eerily calm as explosions rocked the airstrip in the distance. Sergei and ted kept watch for any ALA reinforcements or stragglers. As the VWS-1 waited for Ackerman, APOTHECARY spoke up.
“Before I am imprisoned, I enact the CNGS addendum 3820 to explain myself. Nathan sneered before giving fritz the OK. The war criminal yelped as fritz twisted his arm and neck, and forced him to look face to face with joseph. APOTHECARY then attempted to plead for his life, finally scraping up enough gumption to once again face the young man whose life he destroyed. Joseph’s fist trembled in rage as APOTHECARY fought to take his eyes off his still bloodied bayonet. “I was put in charge of the abomination program, my superiors told me it was I that would singlehandedly save the concept of the Aryan paradise.” Joseph stood unmoved. “In my arrogance, I began to make mistakes.” He was yanked back from joseph when he attempted to move closer. “It was an accident, I had left the newer staff in charge of an experiment and I didn’t properly relay procedures… the chemical NEEDED for the serum is VOLATILE and DEADLY if not properly mixed and exposed to high temperatures!” APOTHECARY began to hyperventilate. “I didn’t MEAN to reap unnecessary casualties against young white men who had their whole lives ahead of them!” Joseph stood unmoved. “Racial untermensch that you are, you didn’t deserve to go through that transformation process or be torn from your family!” Joseph gently stroked his helmet where his scars would be normally visible. He slowly brought down his hand in a clenched motion, overcome with anger.
“I think you’re only saying that because I was your ticket out of the doghouse, if someone could snatch up RM 4, you could fix your mistake and go back to treating people like guinea pigs.” APOTHECARY’s jaw dropped. “You wanted me AND Logan, to turn us into your mindless weapons when you ran out of willing volunteers, then use our blood and skin to make more mass produced Renaissance men.” APOTHECARY tried to speak out again. “One bootleg Renaissance man just wasn’t enough for your freaks to fight the war that your sorry asses are losing.”
“Oh Christ , you knew what the Nfelhiem lab was conducting…”
“Yep” Said nathan. “Finally got Andrew to tell him part the real story after proper paperwork.” Nathan cleared his throat. “George smith, you are under arrest for multiple crimes against humanity, GROSS VIOLATION of COALITION HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION AMENDMENT NUMBER 455, unauthorized and criminal use of CNGS synthetic materials…” APOTHECARY began shaking again, tears falling from his face. Norman’s voice came over Nathan’s headpiece.
“I give you permission for vocal acknowledgment of the program.”
“And finally, continued, unauthorized production and use of the RENAISSANCE MAN EXTRA-IMPLENTARY SERUM.”
Ackerman arrived with a cadre of erasure unit soldiers and two mini-harris aircraft. APOTHCARY was ziptied once again and handed off to the erasure unit for further interrogation. He turned towards joseph, though his eyes were masked by the mechanical lenses in his helmet, he could feel his burning, hateful gaze. “IT’S NOT LIKE I KIDNAPPED THEM!” HE screamed, his face becoming slightly red with a mix of anger and sorrow. “I HAD NO OTHER CHOICE!” “THE ABOMINATION PROGRAM WAS TO HELP HERALD THE COMING OF THE ARYAN PARADISE!” he screamed as he was was escorted to an erasure unit VTOL jet. “THEY WERE TO ASSIST THE ALA AGAINST THEIR RIGHTEOUS WAR AGAINST THE VAST RESOURCES AND MANPOWER LIBERAL DEEP STATE, WE HAD NO CHOICE!” Several erasure unit soldiers struggled to place him the backseat. “THE MODERN WORLD IS A CESSPIT OF POLLUTION AND ECONOMIC DEAD-ENDS!” “I COULDN’T SIT BY AND LEAVE MY CHILDREN AND THEIR CHILDREN TO SUFFER A LIFETIME OF HARDSHIP!” “TO LET THE PLANET BE DROWNED IN POLLUTION AND SEWAGE!
“Tell it to the judge.” Said nathan flatly. Before he was manhandled into the jet and had the door shut on him APOTHECARY went on one final tirade.
“Please believe me, I surrendered because I can’t ignore the blood on my hands…” Apothecary stopped struggling and allowed the door to be shut as he was secured to his seat. As the door closed and the erasure unit piled in, he turned towards the indifferent pilot. “Just take me from this nightmare.” He begged as the aircraft finally closed. Joseph’s stomach turned trying to process everything. Was he supposed to feel sickened that APOTHECARY used his family as an excuse to hurt and kill the innocent? How was he supposed to come to terms that this disgusting man had family members that he cared about? Joseph stumbled trying to comprehend it all.
“He might be in custody, but they’re all still gone.” He said to himself, remembering the final days before George smith killed them and his chance at a normal life. Veronica’s curt voice snapped him back from reality.
“Don’t let the prick get inside your head. She spoke coldly. “I’ve had to capture my share of ALA women’s brigade, I hear that same old sob story on how they had to join the neo nazi terrorist cult.” “It was the ONLY way to save themselves from the “scary trans people and refugees infecting their countries” she sneered. “Or protect them from black men who look at them funny.” Nathan motioned him and the rest of his squad to leave. Ackerman quietly avoided Laleh, remembering all too well of their last confrontation at the beginning of July. Before being escorted into he jet, Joseph looked into the battlefield with his own binoculars. Within the smoldering remains of the residential area, the only ALA soldiers remaining were the American branch and its mercenary auxiliaries, who either died at their post or fled into the surrounding jungle. Before takeoff, Nathan fiddled with the radio signal and happened to pick up Sgt. Gustavo’s feed. Veronica would usually invade his personal space and ask dozens of questions about who he was talking to, but she was too distracted by the Prosperan assault helicopters making one final missile sweep before the CSTF mobile cavalry began touching down and deploying soldiers to secure the airstrip. QM and its soldiers vanished into the jungle at a brisk pace. The giant batlike woman swiftly turned to Nathan as a screaming voice erupted from his ear-piece.
“WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING?!” Gustavo screamed over what appeared to be a flurry of panic and evacuating soldiers. “ I’LL MAKE SURE YOU’LL ALL BURN IN HELL WITH THOSE MARXISTS!” No sooner did he announce that, another loud explosion rocked the facility. After several seconds, heavy footsteps echoed closer and closer towards Gustavo. “Oh Jesus.” He breathed. Veronica’s ear twitched as she listened to the incident unfold. “STAY BACK, I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” Gustavo screamed, uselessly shooting whatever was terrifying him, the sounds of bullets ricocheting off metal were inter-spliced with radio interference. The low guttural voice of Charlotte rattled the radio.
“Once I get you back to base, I can finally get some peace and quiet for the first time in months.” Gustavo screamed as his radio cut out.
“Sounds like the VWS senior corps is just about done with their mission.” He said, putting his head behind his hands, and adjusting his seat to lean back. “Andy’s really pulling out all the stops for Prospera.” Joseph winced as he saw ARACHNEA’s lifeless body being loaded unto a sarcophogus like container with several other corpses of several abominations. The surviving ALA soldiers who did surrender were loaded into A special CNGS POW holding gunship as they took off. It appeared the CSTF and Erasure unit members were busy setting up communications, talking with their commanders. Two of them knocked an surrendered abomination soldier into the dirt after striking him in the back with the back-end of their assault rifles. The two roared with laughter before high-fiving each other. Joseph looked down as their aircraft ascended, and looked down at his feet, feelings of disgust and pity miring within him.
“Y’know, I hope we get a better looking medal for our accomplishments today.” Commented veronica, taking off her helmet. Her face was covered in sweat and several small cuts.
“Indeed, we’ve executed our objective with most of flying colors.” Chimed in Fritz, removing his horned mask-helmet as well. He smiled cheerily as joseph met his gaze. “Congratulations, we’ve apprehended that monstrous cur and had him groveling for your forgiveness.” Joseph seemed to be staring off into space, prompting veronica to speak up.
“You look so miserable, I would’ve though you’d be happy you helped tracked down the guy who killed your friends with his incompetence.” No sooner did she say that, she observed the sorry state that everyone else was in. The rest of her team were suffering from cuts to even bullet wounds. Joseph turned towards her.
“I know throwing him to rot in a cell wouldn’t bring my friends back, but…”. He tried to get the words out, but he began to feel his throat form a lump. Laleh reached out to comfort him, only to be beat out by Fritz.
“It’s true our mission isn’t over yet, but with APOTHECARY arrested, at least he will not harm anyone anymore. Joseph turned towards Fritz, whose usually intimidating gaze had softened. “Rome wasn’t build in a day, it was built one brick at a time.” While he was still upset, Joseph felt a little more forgiving of himself. The VWS flew away from the chaos of the airstrip, now swarmed by CNGS soldiers alongside the prosperan military. Nathan’s ear-piece crackled as they ascended higher.
“This is Sargent Nguyen, demanding to speak to Captain Nathaniel of VWS-1, over”
“Bian, it’s been too LONG since we had a nice heart-to heart!” called Nathan cheerfully from the passenger’s section. “What do I owe the pleasure of this call, over?” Sgt.Nguyen, nonplussed by Nathan’s attempt to flirt, continued her order.
“We have successfully taken Sgt.Gustavo into custody, as well as several high ranking ALA members. OPERATION:VENGEANCE was a success, over.”
“Hopefully he didn’t give you any trouble, over?”
“En route to capturing gustavo, we got blinded sighted by ALPHA KOMMANDO’s air force units, bastards almost took out the engine.” Before signing off, Cpt.Nguyen regaled a warning. “It seems like they’re rallying their special forces with a more competent chain of command and excising more aggressive tactics, your second in command getting shot down is evident of that, over. The rest of the VWS became as solemn as joseph. “Be alert and be cautious, they’re not screwing around anymore from here on out, over.”
“How’s the old gang doing, over?” Nathan inquired, trying and failing to lighten the mood. Sgt.Nguyen’s audio feed began to cut off.
“We can chitchat later once we’re out of hostile airspace, over and out.” Her feed cut out, leaving everyone with a cold, empty feeling. Half an hour later, the CNGS aircraft landed inside the Harris so a round of cheer and applause from the aircrew. Veronica sighed in relief as her personal guard had the RISENFLEDERMAUS back in their grasp. They even had already removed and began to repair the downed engine. APOTHECARY silently complied with being put into several more handcuffs and sent off to a holding pin. His demeanor was opposed to Gustavo, now disheveled and sweaty from being in a bunker, fought every step of the way. Joseph noticed Charlotte carrying what appeared to be a giant glass coffin. AKROPOLIS bathed in the applause of her own successful mission. The coffin her comrade carried didn’t contain an abomination, but rather a preserved, lifelike corpse with his hands folded in front of him. Without the giant scars on his neck, one could assume he was merely sleeping.
“GIVE HIM BACK!” Gustavo screamed as the CNGS military police restrained him. “GIVE ME BACK MY FATHER YOU FAT FREAK!!” the giant woman merely snorted as she continued to follow the other erasure unit soldiers and their sarcophagi to transfer their macabre cargo. “I’LL KILL YOU FOR MANHANDLING HIM!” He screamed at the lumbering woman. To his horror, she stopped, and turned towards him. Charlotte’s almost human visage was broken as she snarled, revealing large, animalistic teeth.
“I’ll manhandle YOU next if you don’t shut your mouth” She hissed, prompting him to finally be quiet. Joseph noticed a sign on the glass coffin, a small black serial code that read “IN LOVING MEMORY WNM6 ADMIRAL FERNANDO MIGUELA RODRIGUEZ.” He was then suddenly grabbed and directed into decontamination with the rest of his comrades. The hours seem to wiz by after suddenly becoming accepted by the Harris staff that treated him and the other VWS members as lepers, and given a very brief awards ceremony where they received another CNGS medal, which was basically the same medal but slightly bigger.
“Um…sir?” joseph asked Andrew with a respectful salute. “What the hell is WNM6, is that a thing I’ll have to wait to learn the Truth about?” Andrew stood there for several seconds, saying nothing.
“We will be informing you soon once the proper NDA is drafted and printed.” He cleared his throat as the Erasure unit on board cleared a small path for him. “CONGRATULATIONS ON A JOB WELL DONE, VALIANT WARRIOR SQUADRON DASH ONE. He said in a loud, monotonous tone, as if he was trying to sound enthused. “OPERATION: VENGEANCE, THE COUNTER-TERROR OPERATION ON THE BEHALF OF THE PROSPERAN GOVERNMENT IS NOW COMPLETE.” Loud applause rippled through the Harris. “THE EX-DICTATOR AND THE PERPETRATOR OF THE NORTHERN IRAN BIOWEAPONS DISASTER WILL NEVER AGAIN HARM THE INNOCENT, YOU’LL RECEIVE FURTHER ORDERS ON CLEANUP OPERATIONS ON PROSPERA SOON, UNTIL THEN, YOU MAY ENJOY YOUR DOWNTIME UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. Things only seemed to calm down after joseph was allowed to return to his barracks with Laleh.
“It feels odd to finally get some respect after so long.” Laleh said, touching her shiny new medal.
“I never really cared if the other staff members didn’t accept me, but it feels nice to be treated like a person for once.” Said joseph. This whole thing is such a blur, did you know that it’s almost august?
“No!” said laleh, shocked and flustered. “I completely lost track of the time!”
Suddenly, Joseph’s scars flared as he saw a person bound down the hall. It was his old friend and lover Logan, still slightly weak from his torture at the hands of the ALA, but nonetheless still full of life and hope. He almost tackled Joseph to the ground as he embraced him.
“You got him!” Logan cheered as he hugged his companion. “You fucking got ‘im buddy!” While he was still empty about the rest of the ALA to fight against, the warmth and accolades of his lover convinced joseph he still accomplished something. The fight wasn’t over, but he was filled with a renewed sense of purpose, and ready to move from his past trauma, and try to do good in his position in life. Logan had returned to the med bay to continue his recovery, however Laleh was able to take the night off as a second shift Medical expert would watch over him. The two got caught up with each other, and proceeded to have an enjoyable day off, with Laleh more chatty than usual. She went on and on to him about a new medical technique to treat bullet wounds in the public lounge, something she would have never done before. Occasionally, the two would get visited by other CNGS soldiers and staff, praising their accomplishment of capturing APOTHECARY. Some of the staff were people who visibly avoided them in public almost a month ago. Everything seemed to finally ease up for the VWS, that is until the two were walking to their dorm to retire for the night. Fritz was in the HCA private room, seeming to talk to someone in german. The voice was deep, and commanding. The two didn’t need to speak german to understand patronizing language. “DO NOT DISTURB” blazed in blood red letters in a monitor next to the room, so Joseph and Laleh simply kept moving. Soon, the two bumped into veronica, but her eyes almost pale yellow, her face almost just as pale.
“Hey, are you alright?” Laleh asked compassionately. Veronica, seeming to be in a world all her own, whipped around.
“WHAT?!” she blurted out “HAha, I’m just fine, I think I’m just a bit wired from today’s mission!” She said disingenuously.
“There’s something wrong with Nathan, isn’t there?” Joseph asked. She quickly became defensive.
“You DON’T know what he’s going through, so STOP trying to play therapist with me!” Laleh tried to gently comfort veronica.
“If you two are having problems, you don’t have to keep it inside.” Veronica tore Laleh’s hand from her arm.
“It doesn’t concern you at all, so butt out.” She hissed, as she entered the room with her brother. Within a secret, noise proof room, the two conversed.
“I’m so perplexed why he insists on acting like this for a man his age.” Fritz scowled.
“Well, you know how older people are, especially our guys.” Replied veronica. “Maybe it’s just a dad thing.” She furrowed her brown “first him, now NATHAN’s acting weird.”
“You would’ve thought becoming prime minister would stop father from being so brash.” Fritz continued. “I think he’s riled up over wanting Schmidt in custody as soon as possible…
“I’ve never seen Fritz or Veronica this upset” Joseph said as the two passed the restrooms. “It’s so odd to not be the one struggling emotionally for once.” Laleh nodded. As the conversation finished, Joseph was confronted by GHOST FANG since his rescue, fully recovered from his ordeal.
“Andrew wants to talk to you, kid.” Said the well built, masked man. He nodded as he left Laleh’s side. Within a dark room,he was greeted by BERSERKER opening a laptop, revealing Andrew Norman in a teleconference call. Joseph spied the current date. JULY 22ND, 2040. Through the stress and horror he had to survive since the fateful day in iran, the young man had simply lost track of time. “Congratulations, Mr.Baker” said Andrew with the regular, unchanging expression. “George smith will be interrogated and undoubtedly be given multiple life sentences.” Andrew took a small sip from a mug. “There is another matter we need to address with you.” Joseph tensed up as GHOST FANG gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Your terms of agreement when joining the VWS was tied to OPERATION:VENGEANCE, to apprehend several important ALA operatives in Prospera and undermine their occupation here.” The light reflected off BERSERKER’s mask, making his presence more foreboding. “With Gustavo and George’s capture, the operation is complete and you are no longer required to be a part of VWS-1.”
“Right…” remembered joseph. “It was to bring that bastard to justice.”
“I want to offer you something.” Said Andrew. “I certainly can’t return you to your parents, there’d be far too many questions and you could easily become a target for ALA spies.” Joseph once again shifted in his seat at the mention of his mom and dad. “However.” He said twisting the cap on his thermos, returning to a coaster on his desk. “If you no longer wish to be in VWS-1, we can find you a different occupation away from active duty, if you wish.” Joseph’s mind began to race and ponder what to do, until he remembered Logan and his father who was seduced by the ALA. He simply couldn’t waste his skills by not bringing the fight to them and assisting his comrades.
“I appreciate that, but the war isn’t over.” He answered. “The ALA needs to be stopped, and I just can’t sit on my ass and twiddle my thumbs as they hurt and kill Innocent people.” Andrew cracked his knuckles.
“Very well.” He said. “You and the rest of your comrades will be assigned a new mission in 3 days time.” A part of Joseph regretted bowing out of the horror and trauma, but he would regret it more to leave his friends and leave them to endure. He decided that when he returned to Laleh, he would let her know everything. A small beeping alarm alerted Andrew. “You are dismissed, Mr. Baker, GHOST FANG will see you out.” Andrew cut out to a private direct message, to be notified by higher up CNGS personnel. “EAST VELDOVIA IS UNDER THE PROCESS OF JOINING THE CNGS, OUR APPEASEMENT DUE TO LOSING PROSPERA FINALIZED THE DEAL. “Finally, it appears the east Veldovians have seen the light, and wish to join our cause.” He said slyly to himself. Before he got a chance to celebrate, he answered a call from a CNGS intelligence operative.
“Sir, the president has confirmed that the East Veldovian president has agreed to join the CNGS.”
“I hadn’t had a single doubt.” Andrew answered in his usual monotonous tone.
“However, she has also confirmed an alarming amount of Europa’s Fury activity near several crucial government sites near the East and West Veldovian territory.” Andrew’s joy of another country joining the CNGS was immediately extinguished.
“How much time do we have to prepare for a counter-insurgency?” he whispered in a worried tone. Another, larger alarm went off, causing his eyes to widen. A direct message from his VPN protected message system produced another message “CNGS POW CONVOY ATTACKED AND DESTROYED, SUSPECTED ALA SPY ACTIVITY WITHIN CNGS-USA INTELLIGENCE HIGHLY LIKELY CAUSE. “Oh dear, god.” He wheezed.” Meanwhile, Joseph and Laleh were chatting as they made their way to their room.
“You don’t have to do this.” She said nervously wringing her hands. “You’ve already accomplished your goal.”
“I’ve got a new one.” He replied. “It’s my chance to actually make things less terrible in the world.” Laleh’s concerned gaze turned into subdued happiness. “We’re in this together.” In the back of his mind, the young, scarred soldier saw his friends struggling mental states, the gnawing possibility he would never see his parents again, and that any and all normalcy in his life was now effectively dead. The two fell into at least a peaceful slumber as the distant rumbling of thunder echoed in the great HARRIS stealth bomber. This was in contrast to the panic in CNGS intelligence operatives aboard the giant aircraft as they scrambled to an alarm.
“A CNGS DETENTION CONBOY HAS BEEN COMPROMISED, THIS IS NOT A DRILL.” Read a robotic voice as hushed arguments and panic spread as alerts erupted across the server room. Off the eastern coast of CNGS-CHILE was a small island, a giant sign read “THIS AREA IS A CNGS AUTONOMOUS PROPERTY, TRESPASSING WILL BE MET WITH SWIFT AND DIRE REPERCUSSIONS.” The barbed wire fence was destroyed as the corpses of CNGS personnel and CNGS military police littered the area. a giant explosion rocked the highly secured trucks. From the wreckage, N.1685 appeared decked out in new armor. His tentacles had regrown, and now gripped two large combat knives, the size of machetes, as they seemed to snake and dance around him. Following him were a muscular, platinum blonde white man, whose fists were covered in blood, a large man in armor that seemed to walk in akward, robotic movements, and three effeminate figures in the same armor. Finally, ARTIFEX appeared in a bright orange prison uniform. He dusted himself before allowing N.1685 to lead the charge towards their plane. The other CNGS aircraft were taken over by spies and double agents. Surviving CNGS personnel futilely tried to call for assistance, but the ALA spy ring had sabatoged communications and defenses. Several CSTF stationed soldiers, ones that survived the horrific sabatage fired at N.1685, but it was useless. His new armor absorbed the bullets like they were nothing. One of the soldiers attempted to shoot in from the back of his head, only for his tentacles to immeaditly snake behind him and take the round. N.1685 returned fire, shooting the bloodied and ragged CNGS soldiers to pieces. As the rest attempted to flee, he launched himself at several CSTF soldiers, and lashed out with his combat laden tentacles. A flurry of blood and dismembered limbs coated the ground as the rest imprisoned CNGS staff watched on in horror. ALPHA KOMMANDO boarded the plane, with N.1685 being last to get it in. He singlehandedly drove off entire platoons as their craft went airborne, using his tentacles to fling grenades, causing more property destruction and death. The aicraft was met with several ALPHA KOMMANDO jets, who were finished detroying any and all CNGS aircraft and naval vessels as they ascended into the cloudy skies. ARTIFEX was moved to a fancier part of the large jet plane. N.1685 reported to his ALA superior on his PDA, whose faced was blacked out, the ALA insignia blazed in the upper right corner.
“EXCELLENT WORK.” Said the ALA high command superior. “WITH ARTIFEX BACK AS LEAD ABOMINATION DESIGNER, WE NO LONGER NEED THAT FOOL AND TRAITOR APOTHECARY.”
“I have also bathed the prison convoy in the blood of CNGS dogs as you demanded, commander.” N.1685 replied in a deep voice.
“GOOD, THOSE SIMPERING LIBERALS WILL KNOW THE CONSEQUENCES OF INTERFERING WITH OUR PLANS TO USHER IN THE ARYAN PARADISE.”
“If I may be so bold to ask, my lord, I feel that I and my fellow abomination commandos were forced to carry the grunt-work of this mission.” N.1685 inquired. “Perhaps we could get better sup-”
“CONTINUE TO THE SAFE HOUSE AND MEET WITH VALKYRIE.” N.1685 could barely contain his composure. “SHE WILL RELOCATE YOU TO PROSPERA AFTER TRANSFERING ARTIFEX TO THE ESCAPE CRAFT TO AUSTRALIA.” The giant, monstrous man regained his nerve. “YOU WILL BE SENT BACK TO PROSPERA TO ASSIST OUR GROUND FORCES IN EVACUATING ALA HIGH COMMAND STAFF UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.” “NO FURTHER COMMUNICATIONS UNTIL THEN.” Said the superior, ignoring the grievance completely.
“I am truly Pygmalion and you are my walking, talking masterpiece.” ARTIFEX said gesturing to N.1685. “You were worth the $800,000 dollars for production fees.” N.1685 grew disgusted how he was treated like someone weapon or luxury. “I was skeptical at the white sovereigns utilizing our spy rings more offensively rather than for intel gathering, but I suppose the results speak for themselves.” He opened a bottle of celebratory champagne and drunk it striaght from the bottle. “No need to worry about me, my masterpiece.” He said, as if he was speaking to a small, frightened child. “The CNGS-Australian military and government, like the CNGS-American military and government, is in no short supply of our sympathizers, spies, and allies.” As ARTIFEX ceased his visual feed, N.1685 became filled with rage. He knew the abomination soldiers in Prospera where left once again to save the weak ALA soldiers or left to die for the sake of their superiors. One of the abominations who led the charge,was an ASSASSIN type abomination. The ASSASSIN, ALPHA KOMMANDO member, METZGERKONIG, noticed N.1685’s frustration. He fumbled in his pocket for a piece of paper with a mysterious symbol and the word “SEVEIRENCE” on it. He quietly dropped at the large man’s feet, which prompted him to pick it up, observe it before stuffing it into the harness where he kept his combat knives. METZGERKONIG took a glance down in his book, before looking up again. His harness creaked as he met eyes with his N.1685. The masked abomination man paused, and nodded slightly to his fellow post-human.
“He’ll make a fine edition to our group…the master race greater than any aryan human alive or dead…” the ASSASSIN said internally as the plane gathered speed. The warning lights bathed the cabin in crimson red. A small light with the ALA’s swastika appeared to malfunction and dim as the light surrounding the abominations only seemed to grow brighter.
In a secluded area, the superior administration group WNM6 was filled with outrage upon losing several highly expensive investments; , ARACHNEA, and APOTHECARY. The head of WNM6 raised up his hand, silencing everyone.
“Run an internal investigation within high command, prepare ALPHA KOMMANDO for a rescue mission in Prospera…” The other shadowy figures saluted the screen of their leader. “And finally, prepare OPERATION: APOCALYPSE and OPERATION: RAGNAROK, I will NOT let my father’s vision of the Aryan Paradise die to incompetence…” he raised his hand again. “WE SHALL ALSO COMMENCE OPERATION: HARVEST, AS THE VOTES TO CONTINUE THE OPERATION HAVE COME IN, AND WE SHALL TAKE A MORE PROACTIVE STANCE WITH OUR WAR.” The white sovereign members cheered and hollered as this political victory.
“UNTERMENSCH BLOOD SHALL BE SPILLED!” cheered one member. “THE SPY RINGS SHALL FINALLY ENGAGE THE ENEMIES AS SOLDIERS, AND NOT SPECTATORS AND COWARDS!
“WHAT I’D GIVE TO PERSONALLY SEE THOSE SNIVELING LIBERAL DOGS WATCH THEIR PRECIOUS TOYS AND FACILITIES GO UP IN FLAMES!” cheered another. Another WNM6 member tried to hide his disgust at their bloodthirst.
“To think…” said the WNM6 member internally “They were just the south african branch of the ALA, now those MANIACS are on their way to putting a stranglehold on our operations….” Two ALPHA KOMMANDO members, decked out in body armor that resembled medieval knights popped up on a large screen.
“ROMULUS AND REMUS, YOU SHALL MEET WITH HEINZ SCHMIDT AND EVACUATE HIM TO AUSTRALIA AS WELL.” “WE MUST RESCUE SEVERAL WNM6 OFFICIALS LEST THE LIBERALS, MARXISTS, AND MONARCHISTS TAKE THEM FOR INTERROGATIONS.” Before he cut out, he had a final warning. “THOSE COALITION FOOLS MUST NOT LEARN OF OUR UPCOMING OPERATION CONCERNING MOUNT UNITY AND OUR INVASION OF THE TWO VELDOVIAS.”
“…As you wish, my new fuhrers.” Said the twins in a unified, quiet voice.
To be continued in Mission 8
#valiantwarriorsquadroncomic#valaintwarriorsquadron#monster girl#valiantwarriorcomic#clip studio paint#artists on tumblr
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Speaking of Jing Yuan being in his office permanently, he needs to change his phone status, the one that reads 'I'm not at the seat of divine foresight' cuz it's clearly not true anymore. On a more serious topic, what do you think of his reply when asked about Snow Moon? Cuz I have A LOT of thoughts...
He needs to change his phone status to not receiving messages cause i haven't gotten a new message from this bastard at all after his initial banner release in 1.0 hahhh.
Oh but I actually genuinely think he forgot about Snowmoon for his own sake lmfao. I mentioned in another earlier post that Jing Yuan is able to regulate his memories very well to avoid getting mara-struck. I'm pretty sure Snowmoon dying in his arms are one of said unpleasant memories so he's able to just force forget that memory for his own sake. The etched lion at the Seat of Divine Foresight is very much a tribute to Snowmoon.
In addition, one of Yanqing's visits to the express has him handing you some Stellar Jades, supposedly he had found them where Snowmoon usually rested! So a lot of other factors imply that Snowmoon did exist - but Jing Yuan had forced himself to forget about them for his own sake.
Can't say the same to High Cloud Quintet cause he's still handling the repercussions of said events till this day lmfao-
#narus' message corner#anon#me being able to talk normally about jing yuan but also not should be studied
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well , going back to pokemon shield with knowledge of gen 9..
y'know , since Rose is penny's (estranged) uncle, i also got hit with a idea that he'd do something so astronomically stupid that ogerpon & pecharunt would put aside their differences & team up to beat his ass.
and then a certain OP baby turtle crossed my mind.
ogerpon & pecharunt mount a rescue mission to break their little sibling Terapagos out of a macro cosmos building, and run the bastard who ordered Terapagos' kidnapping out of the region by any means necessary.
'cause rose was gonna try & use the baby roomba turtle for the same shit he tried to do to eternatus.
now to the plan ; pecharunt's part is to use their mochi to control as many macro cosmos grunts as possible - the more numbers to storm the building the better- and since the grunts all wear sunglasses constantly , it'll be super easy to hide the fact that they're under pecharunt's thrall.
ogerpon's in charge of 'recruiting' help for the mission ; she's got the loyal 3's pokeballs and part of her task is to find 3 potential thralls with dynamax bands just in case the quintet have to fight their way out.
#ogerpon pecharunt and terapagos having a found family dynamic warms my heart#sure ogerpon and pecharunt may be sworn enemies#but nothing brings people together like overthrowing a capitalist twit
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One Thing for Sure - ch. 1 (Steve Rogers)
A/N: this is first fic I’ve started from scratch in like three years😭 so apologies if it’s not all that great but I had to try and help feed my peoples need for an enemies to lovers troupe with Steve Rogers 🫡
- rating: Mature//MNDI (canon-typical violence, cursing, eventual smut)
- summary: Steve and you simply don’t get along, worse than cats and dogs, to put it simply you hate each others guts. He was a self righteous flag totting asshole who never missed the opportunity to remind you of your fuck ups and you made sure every change you got to annoy him you did. That’s was the thing we’re between you two since you first met but will you ever find a common ground and get along? You team sure as hell hopes so.
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One thing for sure and two things for certain. You hated Captain America, that glorified Ken doll drove you up a wall.
His self righteous and arrogant attitude towards you made it almost impossible to understand what people see in him. You were coming back from a mission when you got a call from him over a secure line,
“You were supposed to be back hours ago Y/N.” You scoff and roll your eyes as you step into the quintet and bring her to life. “You know the time goes by so fast when I don’t have Captain America up my ass pestering me.”
You heard a chuckle from the other end of the line letting you know that you were on speaker and someone beside him found your remark funny.
“It’s unprofessional, you should have called in. We’ll be talking about this more when you get back.” The line went dead and you stare at the phone in confusion, who the fuck does this man think he is?
You arrive back at the avengers tower and take slow and cautious steps, making sure not to irritate the cut you received on your abdomen.
You put a gauze over it to hopefully stop the bleeding but it was now almost soaked in your hands. You grab your bag from the jet and sign it back over to the hanger staff and make your way to medical.
“Ms. Y/N I am to notify you to see Captain Rogers when you arrived.” You scoff at FRIDAYs words and say, “Tell the bastard he’ll see me when I’m ready .” You groan as you make it into medical and go to your favorite physician, you throw your bag down in her room and shut the door.
“ Y/N you know people do these things called making appointments— holy shit!”
continue reading on AO3
#steve rogers x avenger reader#Steve rogers#Steve rogers enemies to lovers#Steve rogers fic#avengers#enemies to lovers marvel#marvel#marvels imagine#marvel imagine#marvel fic#enemies to lovers#enemies to friends to lovers#enemies to lover troupe#angst#mean steve#frank castle#the avengers#eventual smut#frank castle x reader#steve rogers x reader#frank castle imagine#the punisher
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yeah im leaning heavily towards starting with icewind dale, i think itd be fun to start with seeing how drizzt is characterized before being designated giga series protagonist, without me already knowing a lot about the gang. but i suspect if i make it through one book at all, i'm going to read at least both of those trilogies eventually.
i've read a bunch of salvatore stuff as a kid (there was a thing with a nerd who lives at a library and then becomes the chosen of god and defeats his father and his father's boss or something? very aspirational. first time i heard "forgotten realms". and another thing with a guy who is raised by sword fairies to basically become aragorn i think. some other stuff. it's inexplicable i never got into drizzt books except maybe the local bookstore hated drow) so i feel like i roughly know what to expect in terms of tropeyness. i was present for i wanna say the latter half? second third? of the dragon heist thing but we didn't engage with jarlaxle much, in my mind he was just an inconvenient antagonist guy and being surprised that y'all are so into him is a good part of why i started paying attention to the drizzt posting. we did want to steal his hat though.
does all the drizzt stuff hold up or does salvatore eventually start phoning it in? is there like ongoing character arc things or do the character arcs happen in the first few books (i hate saying it like this) and the rest is kinda The Further Adventures Of style?
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Oh cool! If you've read his Cleric Quintet, some of the characters from that show up in the Drizzt books, too.
Personally, I think the later books hold up? This is kind of a controversial opinion in some parts of the fandom, and I won't deny that there are parts of the series that wallow a little, but it's not because Salvatore has run out of things to do with the characters, it's because he takes their trauma seriously and sometimes that means spending a while with a character who is straight up not having a good time right now. And this is compounded by the fact that Drizzt is a very young elf at the start of the series; around the middle there's an editorially mandated time skip and Drizzt goes from a traumatized teen who is coping through the Power of Friendship to a traumatized young adult who has outlived most of his mentor figures. There is a definite tone shift, is what I'm saying.
I think they're still really good, and Drizzt does eventually regain his equilibrium. The later parts of the series are also increasingly an ensemble act, with Jarlaxle and Bregan D'aerthe taking more of the spotlight. If you went up against the magnificent bastard (affectionate)(also derogatory) in Dragon Heist, you've had a taste for what it's like to be on the receiving end of his shenanigans, and yeah, that's frustrating. (My WDDH party actually ended up allying ourselves with him, and he still manages to be deeply annoying sometimes.) But he can be really fun to watch work when he's not messing with you, and he's a great foil to Drizzt. A lot of the time Drizzt just wants to be left alone to live a life that's not defined by his origins; Jarlaxle is all about drow solidarity and bringing what he's built with him.
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please feel free to share anything you'd like about hyacinthus - don't know much about him but I'm kinda obsessed with him
(also I'm sorry if things have been rough)
oh thank you for coming to my talk about my favorite terrible man talk :) he’s one of if not the most favorite oc i’ve ever made and the main character in my first book of the fall of galeré quad (or quintet? perhaps? the fifth book is still up in the air of whether or not i’ll make it exist) and my magnum opus paramour which you can read more about here -> teehee
so dis him
prettiest man in the world 😌💅🏽 (i drew all of these btw lmao)
he’s the bastard son of a businessman who ends up getting married to an eldrich entity, cheats on said entity with his butler and learns how to Care About People which is something he did not know how to do LMAO
he’s an asshole. by like. a lot. he’s crass (esp bc paramour is set in a fantastical 1890s-1900s adjacent steampunk world), he’s rude, he’s vain, he doesn’t care about other people as far as he can throw him (and he can throw them pretty far), and he’s so fucking emotionally constipated. He’s SOOOOO emotionally constipated. much of his character and behavior has been influenced by the circumstances of his upbringing—first neglected by both his father and his servants and never allowed to leave the estate he was cooped up in for fear of bringing shame to the family name by merely existing (and suffering many abuses within), then under the thumb of his conniving elder sibling tagetes who’s like a secondary antagonist and subject of the fourth book in the quad empire. he doesn’t trust people because he’s always been used and shit on. so he treats others in kind and never lets anyone close.
this backfires somewhat when he meets his butler amon who’s got so many issues and one of them being INTO hya’s asshole attitude and they start a sexual relationship which is wild bc why talk about feelings when you can call me my lord and choke on my dick ya feel.
hya’s also gnc (he only uses he/him and he doesn’t identify as being feminine or womanly but he does love to and does wear dresses and fashion that we would consider feminine). this is bc in galeré there’s 3 gender categories basically. there’s male, female, and a third one that i have yet to name. but it’s basically for all those we’d consider trans/nb/gnc/cross dressers/the like. hya falls into this category as well as other characters like tagetes, erecia (who’s butch basically) and rumex, etc.
aside from shopping his favorite hobbies are being left alone and reading. he’s very good with money and math and can balance a budget like no one’s business. he doesn’t care for religion at all (only sparing slight interest for his younger half brother aloe who’s deeply religious) and is generally pessimistic. his favorite drink is coffee specifically a fantasy blend in his world called misted ivory geisha. he only wears white and gold clothing as personal preference but he looks good in all colors (his wedding dress was red actually) and speaking of — he didn’t know his mother but he looks EXACTLY like her. (i’m overly fond of his mother but she won’t appear in canon; only in aus and in the series set in this same universe, alizath lol)
oh he’s also a taurus sun with a leo rising (cuz i like astrology and shit lol). he doesn’t like celebrating his birthday so he never shares the date but it’s also because his birthday takes place in the middle of the largest religious festival in galeré and that’s even more annoying to deal with lmao.
why he’s my favorite is for a variety of reasons but it also has to do with the fact that i want to be him and i want to fuck him lmao he’s the best of both worlds :)
#he is such gender envy god#s: paramour#also thank you#i’m okay i think i’m just trying to process a lot#it’s hard when it’s so embedded into you that you can’t see it but you know it’s true lmao 🙃
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My favorites of the “castle” quintet rn are Nell and Ilsa.
Nell is literally just goblin. Full gremlin. Creature.
“No, it’s a former human! It just likes to manifest that way!”
Scuttling across the floor like someone in a possession movie out of the corner of your eye. Freaky bastard. It means no harm though, it’s just authentic to its weirdness. One of the perks of ghosthood is you don’t have to worry so much about social constraints.
Ilsa is…god, Ilsa. I would kill for her. I literally cried writing notes for her lore. (“Wow, Tobias cried? What a shocker” hahahahaha shut up.) It’s nothing horrendous but, gah. Her housemates love her so much.
“If you’re going to live in our house you will help her find a way to communicate easier. If you won’t, we’ll take matters into our own hands and you will not like it.”
Thinking of her contentedly droning to herself and playing with digital paint makes me so happy omg. You deserve that and more Ilsa.
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Ten books to know me
Rules: 10 (non-ancient) books for people to get to know you better, or that you just really like.
I was tagged by @mathomhouse-e probably about fifteen internet years ago now. But here we are and thank you!
Who knows what "non-ancient" even means, so here's some books that feel important to me and the way I think about the world.
The Wood Wife by Terri Windling
This is THE book to know me. It's about art, creation, what it's like to be a creator of art and poetry and it's also the most beautiful invocation of a supernatural world embedded in a real landscape. It made me love the desert. It has a wonderful trickster character, and found family, and stepping into your power as a creator.
Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson
If you ask me, this is the foundational cyberpunk novel (I don't get on with Neuromancer). It changed the way I thought about writing, technology and transhumanism and it's so funny. It brings in memes in their original meaning, mythology and cyberpunk. One of the main characters is called Hiro Protagonist. It doesn't devolve into obligatory romance. (Fine and great in its place, but not when it's there in spite of the plot.) I have never liked anything else Stephenson has ever written, but THIS. This is wonderful.
The Last Herald-Mage by Mercedes Lackey
Cheating: it's a trilogy. Formative Sad Gay Angst Wizards. This was such a revelation to read in the 90s, as a baby bi. A gay protagonist, actually on-page, not just subtext. Coming out and dealing with homophobia, having sex. Gay protagonist. ALSO the melodrama oh my god Vanyel. I really don't know who'd come out top in a drama-off, him or Dream. But also, Van's struggle with isolating himself to protect his feelings, and let's not forget the cool powers and the magic soulbonding horses. FORMATIVE.
A Land Fit for Heroes by Richard K. Morgan
Cheating: it's a trilogy. Matured killer gay wizard-rogue. RINGIL ESKIATH OWNS MY SOUL. He wouldn't want it but too bad. He is my perfect character. He has a bloodthirsty, talking magic sword. It's probably trying to eat his soul. He has a Very Straight warrior best friend and together they have a Very Lesbian crack-addicted elf best friend. They are horrible bastards, and Ringil fucks so much and in all contexts. And the mythology is super cool. Also the politics. This is just perfect for me. (It has so so many content warnings; feel free to hit me up if you're thinking of trying it out.)
The Belgariad by David Eddings
Cheating: it's a quintet. Two quintets, if you want to add in the Malloreon. I'm not sure I could go back to it now because the tropes have worn out so much and the gender politics are terrible, but I have read it so many times. This was my first high fantasy epic quest series, and the characters are so dear to me. The way that magic words in this world is refreshingly simple, and I can respect that.
Generation Loss / Cass Neary Series by Elizabeth Hand
This is. So fucking good. Cass is The Last Punk Standing, an artist in a fine art street photographer sense, a nihilistic, substance abusing wonderful disaster. This series is part mystery, part grimy supernatural, part literary. It uses Cass's art skills to get her into and out of her problems. It embeds subcultures, eras and the supernatural or just the unsettling so well into the story that it doesn't really feel like an urban fantasy. Again, a lot of content warnings.
The Wicked + The Divine by Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie
Thiiiiiis graphic novel might still be cheating because there are ten trade books but whatever. It's everything I want a graphic novel to be and the art is fucking gorgeous. It has fandom, music, transformation, gods and monsters and it's just so so fucking cool. What if, every ninety years, twelve humans become gods from existing but not matching pantheons. The deal is they are loved and hated, they're famous for two years, and then they die. It is fantastic.
Machineries of Empire by Yoon Ha Lee
Cheating... look I cheat. Whatevs. It's a series. Beautiful twisty space scifi built on a somewhat impenetrable system of math and torture to create the most interesting magic system you ever did see. (You do need a high tolerance for being thrown in the worldbuilding deep end; there will be no infodumps.) There's such wonderful politics and assassins and the best, best Magnificent Bastard ever written, and bodysharing and loyalty and an on-page uniform kink that has to be seen to be believed. It is a wonder and a glory.
Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke
One of these things is not the like others, but this book is so important to me. The tenderness, the deep thinking about what it means to be a creator. I have it in multiple bindings because whenever I come across it I can't resist.
Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration by David Wojnarowicz
Also a bit of a departure, but Wojnarowicz is so important to me. His art, his activism, but most of all the way he made journaling part of his arts practice. The queer history here, the utter bullshit genocide of the queer community in the 80s and 90s. But the love and the joy as well. His fierce criticism of the culture he lived in. Just. He's my art hero.
The almost made it but I've run out of space: Watership Down by Richard Adams and The Administration series by Manna Francis.
Um, I don't know who did this at the time and who didn't, but if you didn't and you'd like to: @issylra, @beholdme, @ml-nolan, @4ratsinatrenchcoat, @beholdingthegaytimes
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in too deep: side story [3]
The ball was beginning to wind down, and Reinhardt had retreated to the relative safety of an upper balcony. Riven was in the hands of Ameliance and Fourchenault, with Sebastian accompanying her. Reinhardt closed his eyes, taking in a steadying breath. Paien hummed along his nerves and the back of his mind, the dragon had been uneasy all night--
"You alright?" Reinhardt's eyes opened to see Augustine walking toward him. The dragoon felt his tension slowly unwind by several degrees, though he couldn't tell if it was due to the calming presence that the paladin normally gave off or the fact that Augustine was blood-brother, was kin, here was somebody at their back--
"I'm...not." Reinhardt admitted. His gaze flicked towards a trio of hyur dressed in lab coats--and the Forum member accompanying them. Augustine turned slightly-following his gaze.
"Ah. Had an encounter with that particular bastard?" That 'particular bastard' being Forum Member Hirito Juntai.
"Him and those three...scientists." Reinhardt answered. "They were the reason why I didn't want to circulate. They wouldn't stop asking me questions--about being a dragoon, my power, if I was cursed..." Augustine glanced to Reinhardt as the younger man exhaled through his teeth,then glanced at the small group, and then back to Reinhardt again.
"Did Juntai say or do anything?" The Fourm member was known to the quintet, and not in a positive way. When Pandaemonium had appeared in the aetherical sea upon their return from Elpis, the Fourm had called an emergency session. There had been quite a few members who hadn't been happy about Claudien's research--and less happy that Riven had offered her assistance. But it had been Hirito who had voiced-quite loudly, that Riven should have reported what her plans were to the Forum, and should have waited for them to give permission before going forth. Augustine still could see clearly in his mind's eye Riven going stock still in that moment--and still hear the sheer frost in her voice as she had replied.
"Is Forum Member Hirito Juntai telling me that I need to ask permission to render aid? I would remind him that I am not under anyone's jurisdiction! I help whomever I damn well please! If you want someone to blame for this mess, look to yourselves! Who was Professor Claudien's oversight?!"
"No." Reinhardt's voice broke into Augustine's thoughts. "If he was--Sebastian came by and got me away. But ever since then Paien's been restless, and we just..."
"You should have told Riven, and left. We have this handled." Augustine's mismatched eyes met Reinhardt's own, which had narrowed.
"And leave you in this snake-pit?" He countered.
"I've considerable more experience than you handling said snakes." Augustine replied. "And when Riven finds out about this, she's going to be upset that you didn't leave." Reinhardt huffed.
"I can live with Paien being twitchy in my skin." His gaze flicked back over to the Forum member and his lackeys heading for a nearby exit.
"But I won't lie...something about them has me uneasy. Especially after what happened when we returned from Elpis."
"You and I both." Augustine agreed. "I did a little eavesdropping tonight. Not only are the Biblotechs trying to force a second vote on Sharlayan rejoining the Grand Alliance, there's some who think we should be under Sharlayan oversight." No need to describe the intensity of the bad feeling that had washed over him when he'd heard those words, Augustine thought. And from the looks of Riven and Sebastian earlier--they'd heard those same mummerings as well.
"How the hell could they do that?" Reinhardt asked.
"The simplest way would be probably to make us Archons. Or if not all of us, Riven." Reinhardt opened his mouth. "And before you ask, yes, saying no would probably cause a diplomatic incident."
"Shite."
"Yeah." Augustine worked his jaw, watching as a group of ball-goers passed them, heading for the main exit. Reinhardt's gaze followed the group, and then flicked back to where his other two sworn-siblings were.
"...I wouldn't want to be bound here." He said softly. "In fact--I don't want to be bound here. I never thought I would say this, but home is more honest than this city. At least with the nobles of Ishgard, you know what to expect. Here, it's..."
"Smiles and charm and too late you notice that the knife's not gone into your back not once, but several times." Augustine said softly. "And not to kill you, but to cripple you." Reinhardt was silent for several moments.
"We need to get this business settled." He said softly. "We need to get it settled, and we need to get gone when it is."
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Poison Ewer masterpost
in too deep side story [one]
in too deep side story [two]
#ffxiv#Poison Ewer#reinhardt sauveterre#augustine bishop#trying to set up something for the boys in future#old sharlayan#but low key though I could see something like this happening#we aren't scions anymore~#'technically'#and yes the last mf who tried something like this IT DIDN'T END WELL FOR HIM#doesn't fucking mean nobody else would try though
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All I want is for Rhaenyra, Alicent, Leana, Daemon, and Harwin to be a queer power quintet where they all raise the collective gaggle of children together! Is that too much to ask😭
I would love this so much!! I just want them all to be happy!!
Maybe...Rhaenyra would marry Harwin so there would be no 'bastards'
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WEASEL Character Poll Round 1 - Seith vs. Tundra of the Frozen North
Seith (oc):
Jerk bully bastard jerk
Thinks he's sooooooo special just because he's on the Cheer Team and his mom is on the School Board
Tied for meanest kid in Red's Philosophy class
Bullies the Dorksquad, the Quintet, and Chen
Tundra of the Frozen North (God of Ice):
Pompous prick of a god
Believes every creature is beneath him
His elemental power threw a hissy fit over White getting it and froze White's Papa Whint for over a decade
Possesses White in one AU and makes him snap at the bby bean and insult his friends
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So what can you tell me about your group? The Brainless Quintet? 📝👀
ok so i got a lot to say so under a read more it goes! im literally just trying sum up the story thus far LMFAWOEIGHAWOI
SO THE BRAINLESS QUINTET is their joke name bc theyre a bunch of chucklefuck dumbasses LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO the party originally consisted of
-Road [last name] - Hexblood Lore Bard
-Rorik Steelbender - Dwarven Rune Knight Fighter
-Dori Finiva - Tiefling Div Wiz
and these three met in an inn and tavern in one of the big cities of this homebrewed continent of Maka that's called Sentinel.
After meeting they ended up finding themselves in a weird altered state of the tavern and monsters appeared. After a lil combat the group woke up in their beds in the inn. The fight had occurred in a shared dream state and the three of them recognized each other from it. After some chatting the owners of the tavern who also were in the shared dream space had asked them to go check on one of the towns people named Jonah who lived just outside of town.
They did so and found out that she had fallen into a comatose state and couldn't be roused. They later found out that this was happening in other areas as well. The three decided to investigate a bit further and headed to their next destination which is the next big city of Cleys.
Upon arriving in Cleys they take care of some busy work and also find out that the ruling families there which are four houses of Genasi are having some internal conflicts and rumors are spreading that one of the matriarchs had fallen asleep. This is where the gang picks up their grave cleric Patchouli as our other friend had joined our campaign. They needed a healer and she needed money so they basically hired her on via a suggestion of a contact they made there.
They had mingled and became friends with one of the Genasi royals Eris from the Air family. They provided some insight for us as we began our investigation and found out there was a foreign diplomat who had made himself quite at home for the last month and a half in the city who was kind of sus. Lo and behold it was actually Eris' brother Gyael in disguise trying to take down the royal family (war criminal meow meow) due to him being a bastard child and hating how the rich treated his mother (not royal blood). he tried to kill us (hehe meowmeowwwww twirls hair)
He originally was to be condemned to life in prison but thanks to a....very motivational speech from Rorik with the help of guidance from Patcholi, protent from Dori, and bardic inspiration from Road we hit a DC where Eris worked it out to entrust Gyael to us as a travel companion so he didn't have to suffer life in prison he just however, cannot go back to Cleys.
After leaving Cleys the gang now the full quintet!!!! Consisting of
-Road
-Rorik
-Dori
-Patchouli [dnd last name] - Reborn Grave Cleric
-Gyael Phir - Air Genasi Bladesinger Wizard
(HAHA FIVE OF US!! BRAINLESS QUINTET!!!)
they headed to Ardimir which is Roriks home village on a mountain. Upon arriving the gang found out that majority of his village had been wiped out due to attacks from shimmers (home brewed shades) and it had happened ever since this mysterious traveler dropped off a shipment of ores. The survivors have been staying in a cave as these creatures don't like the shade. The gang takes care of the problem and Rorik has to come to terms with the fact that majority of the people he grew up with have passed.
Moving on the gang then goes to the northern icy city of Sitka where they were told this shipment came from. They end up dealing with the mobsters that kind of run things up in that city and have a run in with a mutated dream hag. This dream hag possessed Dori in her dream and almost made her run off a cliff in the middle of the night while sleep walking. Thinking she may be the one putting people to sleep they investigate and find her den and fight her with the help of a contact they made in the city.
Once taken care of they end up picking up another job from one of the mob families to find and deliver a dagger to an associate. This dagger is a necromantic dagger (we found out later) and was in a resident evil esque house within a pocket dimension where the family that lived there practiced necromancy to bring back their beloved and there was a fucked up fusion monster of the two of them that was stalking and attacking us. We made it out w the dagger and continued to move to deliver it to our drop off point.
On the way to this drop off which is on the other side of the map, the gang ends up heading to Doris small tiny home town of Albis which is a desert town real quaint. However when they arrive it's not as she remembers it. Turns out they ended up in a time bubble and ended up 300 years in the past. There was a crazy occultist lady that lived in the town next to Dori named Ayuka who also, was there but much younger. After some chatting and talking about how Dori was searching for her spirit friend that had disappeared she discovers that it was Lilith and Ayuka had been talking to her as well. Lilith explains that in the future a forgotten god known as Chyellenor will be trying to put the world to sleep, and if all gods and mortals go to sleep the world will end. She requests Dori's help with this and she being naïve, agreed. Making her first deal with Lilith the arch devil of the 9th layer of hell and also sealing her fate and making her devil touched and a tiefling. Lilith then shunts them back to current day. Checks in on her family, Ayuka, and finds out a gift had come for her a while back and has been sitting in her room. It's her phylactery.
The gang continues onward finding out there is a plague in another city and they avoid it and heading towards another big city Eden. Which is predominantly a fey and aasimar run city. While there Rorik ends up killing his fey mount in broad daylight...because it took his name and bit his pinky off. He is then jailed and we had a court trial....which he won with the help of a lawyer we hired, Halric Lawbender. He helps those who are down bad.
While in Eden the gang takes up another job from the guild as there were aasimar children going missing. While patrolling one night a gold dragon strikes the aasimar district and burnt majority of it down. Gyael ends up getting kid napped and we end up psuedo adopting a child named Hal who was orphaned during the attack (she also was in a one shot we did so we're all like BABYYYYY)
Thanks to Road reaching out to their Hag aunties we find out where Gyael was taken to which was another fucked up manor in a pocket dimension near a feywild rift. On the journey there Patchouli didn't tell the gang that she literally has a legion of demons after her and one of them snuck up and possessed Dori. She tried to kill the gang and Rorik ended up bashing her head in with his hammer so hard he busted her horn off. (i had 5 hp left and he decided to great weapons master bc he misheard and thought i had 55 left LMFAO) after this they make their way to a small town called Juon and Road has a visit with their mentor who we find out had passed so they visited his grave.
This manor was fucked up and had a bunch of dead kids in it. It appears that there was a lot of experiments done on children in this place and they ended up fighting a faux god named Kanon, the god of suffering. Find out that Gyael was in a mirror realm and was trapped within it the whole time we were searching. We save him and along with like 6 other kids of varying ages. However Gyael is different after that and he no longer can use magic aside from innate Genasi magic.
The gang goes back to Eden and there is some rumors about issues between the summer and winter fey courts. Some even saying that King Titania will pay a visit. There is a lot of research done on Cheyllenor and forgotten gods. Patchouli finds out she's a reborn. Yknow im a lil fuzzy here but at one point Rorik, Hal and Dori get stuck in a state of dreaming where they couldn't get out of it. They were heckled by Chyellenor in it as they know we're on their tail. Rorik also got a glimpse of Yggdrisil the world tree....some how.............LMFAO VERY ON BRAND THING FOR RORIK TBH....Dori makes another deal with Lilith to help them break free of the fear they were feeling that literally was so primal and visceral they couldn't move from the gaze of Chyellenor. The three of them were rushed to the hospital and ended up waking up. We end up going to visit Road's aunties which is a coven of hags and King Titania is there but in a weakened state. Turns out during his travels to the material plane he lost his artifacts and is weakened because of it. We also find out that one of Roads Aunties named Billie is also asleep and cannot be roused, and she had a seat in the fey court. So Road has now become interim member of the court in Billies stead.
Titania has requested that we find his relics to help restore him to full power. One of the relics happens to be near Patchoulis home village and we were headed that way anyway to see if we could resolve her demon problem. Rorik ends up pushing some buttons with Titania and gets himself turned into a little leaf man by Titania who cannot turn him back at this moment in time...and is unsure if he'll be able to. So he's out of commission. The gang leaves Hal with Road's aunties for safe keeping as they kind of pseudo adopted her and head off. On the way to Patchouli's home in the Neer'a mountain range they meet Groop. A kobold who is a lil stupid lookin LOL (Roriks replacement) he takes quite a liking to Patchouli and he's on the quest for a 'shiny' somewhere in the range. He ends up kind of latching onto Patchouli and we agreed to help him locate his shiny.
They make their way to Vyora which is Patchouli's village. Very traditional village. Find out that it's actually a cult that follows what is known as 'The Goddess' and does human sacrifices into a pit known as 'The Chasm' where the sacrifice feeds the goddess and keeps the village safe. Patchouli ends up learning that her father isn't actually her father and is her fathers friend who is a race of elves that are undying. She also finds out that when she was born she was still born and her father begged his friend to bring her back to life, and the ritual was performed to make her an undying but it happened at the same time a sacrifice was going on and due to the two powerful rituals happening at once it caused the demons to latch onto her. We still have no solution for this. During this converstaion the group got separated and attacked. This leads to Road and Dori specifically ending up separated from the gang but together. They have flash backs of their past in this place. Doris being her mothers disdain for her, Road showing their backstussy and how they were chronically ill and ran off with their mentor and him dying.
The two meet again after going through their journeys and are faced by The Goddess in the distance. When they got separated Dori ended up putting on the phylactery in hopes Lilith would be able to help protect them. Liliths voice comes through and Dori asks for help with safe passage back to their bodies as their souls were currently hanging onto their bodies by a thread. Lilith could make no promises for both but could definitely shuttle one back. After some back and forth and Road being....blunt. They agreed that Dori would be the one to go back. Her lack of backbone made her agree but she also had huge hopes that they'd both make it back fine and dandy. As they began their ascent back to their bodies, a demon latched onto Dori's leg and Road let go of her hand, grabbing the demon and going down with it. Their soul being severed from their body and trapped within the Chasm.
Coming back Lilith lent her power to Dori to help destroy the cult leader and another one of the demons that looks like Kanon from The Chasm. We also find out Gyael is now a barbarian. She then has to tell the gang that Road didn't make it back as their body was just there. Gyael grabs her by the neck and blames her rightfully so. Aunties are pissed at her. They find out from Gyael that he also lost his brother and they assumed that he fell asleep.
Their next suggestion was to head to a village on a mountain top called Kuzre which is also where one of the relics is supposedly located. On the way there up the mountain they run into a man who is passed out on trail from altitude sickness. Hence where we gain Ruth. He was also headed to Kuzre to investigate people falling asleep in his village and seeing if it was a medical thing. They travel up there together and they inform Ruth that this isn't a medical thing but is a god related thing and now he's kinda like aw shit well now I'm stuck. He hangs around them for a bit and some more information comes out about their situation thanks to Patchouli they decide to hire Ruth on for his skills. Which they drew a contract up for, and only knew his skills as being good at directions, having knowledge of boats, and being good with Groop.
They find out that the Kings artifact has been found and is under lock and key at academia within Kuzre but there is a tournament happening where if you win, you can ask for a favor. So the gang is now in their YYH dark tournament arc. LMFAO
We also found out last session after scrying on Eris that he was up and moving around which was great news, thinking that he had woken up. However he was able to detect the scrying and stared seemingly into Patchoulis eyes as she scryed on him. They presented this information to Gyael who got very upset because Eris was apparently murdered which confirmed that something (chyellenor) had body snatched them. Patchouli could gather that he was on the way to Eden and was probably headed towards Titania. Patchouli then sends a message to Roads Aunties to let them know and warn them.
Road comes to Patchouli in a dream and next day Patchouli scrys on one of the Aunties and sees theyre asleep. She then scrys on Hal and sees her running through the woods so the gang teleports back to Eden to try to find her. They end up finding her and find out that Eris came and attacked and the Aunties sent her and leafman Rorik to run and not stop. They take her back to their apartment and get settled in. Patchouli takes a short rest and then attempts to scry on Road. Who we've confirmed has had their body snatched as the same thing happened. Patchouli sends a message telling the invaider to get out but gets no reply.
Dori reaches out to Lilith to see if she can offer any advice as to what to do about this body snatcher and how to not harm the body as she wants to try to get Road back. Lilith informs her that it's going to be a difficult task if the person who is doing it is who she thinks it is. Titania shows up in a more mortal form and decides to watch Hal in the apartment while they go fetch his relics. So now we're currently back in Kuzre getting ready for this tournament and have officially trauma dumped everything onto him to give him context as he requested it :")
SO CURRENTLY THE CREW IS
Dori - Tiefling Divination Wizard
Patchouli - Tiefling Reborn Grave Cleric
Groop - Kobold Path of the Beast Barbarian
Gyael - Air Gensai Tempest Barbarian
Ruth - Variant Human Swashbuckler Rogue
LATE AND/OR MISSING MEMBERS:
Road - rest in peace baby girl
Rorik - Leafman. Titanias personal stress ball.
:"333 if you made it this far congratulations. LMAWEGOIAHWEOIGHA
As far as relationships go for Dori
Patchouli- She is the one shes closest to in this group, Patchy and her are complete opposites, Dori being a ball of anxiety and a rule follower and Patchouli being care free and against authority. The two of them are purple besties.
Road- Upsetting that she never got the chance to know them very well bc they are aloof and slippery. She admired them a lot though. Never found out they were blind. That was a secret that died with them.
Rorik - He backhand compliments her all the time and it's out of the goodness of his heart but hes just...really good at hittin her where it hurts. She tries so hard to be kind to him but his shenanigans and trouble he gets the group into frustrate her at times.
Gyael - She admires his intelligence and would've loved to learn from him. He constantly insults her intelligence and dislikes her for her lack of backbone.
Groop - She finds him endearing and the fact that he loves Patchouli so much cute.
Ruth - Thinks he's been very kind thus far to them despite all of the trauma dumping theyve done to him LMFAO BUT ITS RLY ONLY BEEN LIKE 5 DAYS OF KNOWING HIM.
#krampsers#PHEWWWW#THAT IS A READ!!!#THIS LITERALLY TOOK ME ALL DAY TO WRITE#IM SO SORRY I TRIED TO MAKE IT SHORT AND DIGESTIABLE BUT IDT IT IS
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I'm changing my art fight team plans bc having a quintet of mystical magic bastards but also one of their lame boyfriends is just sorta there is Incredibly funny to me.
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