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agentplutonium · 5 months

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I got silly goofy again with more NeXus characters. Anyway: Cher & Sherlock character study that got away from me and ended up being just over 2500 words

(the fic can also be found on ao3)

The clock ticked on the wall. There was the occasional shout of laughter from outside the apartment. Cher sat at the table, shoulders rigid, fingers tapping the wood beneath them impatiently. The wood was smooth under their arm, the back of the chair digging into their shoulder blades. They wanted to keep moving. They wanted out of here. They wanted to keep everyone safe.

Cher was dropped off at Alonzo’s and his partner’s place to be babysat, despite what Uriah told them. He said it was for their safety but they felt Uriah didn’t trust them, or that he thought they couldn’t take care of themselves. It was humiliating. Not to mention this was probably putting the lovers out of their way just to be there with them. They did not want to do that to them. Cher was not worth the amount of effort the two vampires were putting into them.

Suddenly, a mug was placed before them, snapping Cher out of their thoughts. Owl, what Cher has taken to calling Alonzo’s partner, took the seat across from them, a matching mug in their hands. They were silent, not looking at Cher. Their fingers stopped tapping. They couldn’t help but analyze the situation, Owl’s body language, the way they kept their eyes on the mug in their hands, the mug that was left suspended between the two of them. But Owl just fucking sat there.

The silence lasted for a few more moments

“It’s just hot chocolate, I’m not trying to kill you,” Owl said, those piercing eyes finally glancing at them. “Thought you might like something to do than just sitting here.”

“Where’s that boyfriend of yours,” Cher asked.

Owl opened their mouth, presumably to quip back, but stopped themselves. “Sleeping. He’s running himself ragged over this case.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

Cher knew that the case Alonzo was running after was connected to them and the magical world. It was dangerous to have him this close. Cher knew that. Uriah knew it. And they were sure Owl knew it too.

“I do what I can,” Owl said with a shrug. They took a sip out of their mug before continuing. “I keep him safe. That’s all I need. But, I came in here to check on you. Not Alonzo.”

“I don’t need to be checked on-”

“I’d beg to differ,” Owl cut them off, leaning forward and resting their elbows on the table. “You’re in a bad situation, in a stranger's house, being watched like you are some flight risk. You sat at this kitchen table the whole time because you couldn’t bring yourself to sit in the living room,” they started counting on their fingers as they continued, to prove their point, “You haven’t asked for food, or water, or even for the damn bathroom. And you’re doing this to yourself because you feel like if you get too comfortable it would put us in danger. That it would undermine the struggle and pain you put yourself and your pack through just to keep them safe. You’re ready to fight, to run, if the moment calls for it.”

The air was still between them. Cher was stunned silent, and Owl was still looking at them. How those eyes of theirs were natural would be beyond them. There was the smallest smirk on Owl’s face. A self-assured, cocky smile, as if they knew they were right before they even spoke.

“Am I close?” Owl asked, voice dipping quieter.

Cher didn’t say anything, but they did drag the steaming mug toward them.

“That’s what I thought,” Owl said, smiling.

“You’re not getting anything out of me,” Cher warned.

“Never said I wanted to,” Owl said. “However, I took the risk of assuming you wouldn’t mind some company.”

“I like being alone.”

Owl scoffed into their drink, “Sure, Cheri.”

“What is that for,” Cher demanded.

“Nothing, nothing,” Owl said, holding their hands up, “pardon me if I think that a wolf likes being alone is a little absurd.”

“It’s not uncommon.”

“I guess not. But seeing you interact with Zachary, coupled with the fact that I know you have a pack, tells me otherwise. You are a protector, Cheri, whether you like it or not.”

Cher huffed, rolling their eyes. “Say what you want. This was needed.”

“Of course it was. Someone came after you, and you didn’t want the pack getting hurt. You haven’t stopped since Washington, and I’m assuming you’re not all too pleased about how long you’ve spent here.”

“What do you know,” Cher said, annoyed.

“More than you give me credit for,” Owl shrugged, but still there was an edge to their tone and Cher could tell that Owl didn’t like their experience undermined. “When will you start accepting that we can hold our own around here?”

“What?”

“You heard me,” Owl said, sipping at their drink.

“What do you mean by that?” Cher asked, painfully clutching the mug, warmth seeping deeper into their bones.

“I mean,” Owl drawled, as if explaining it to a child, fingers messing with the rim of their cup in a bored manner, “Uriah would never have harboured you if he thought you were a genuine threat, no matter how much he says he doesn’t trust you. Whether that be you or whatever storm you’re dragging along with you.”

Cher didn’t answer, curling in on themselves. They still didn’t like being here, especially now that Owl was reading them like an open book. Was this just something that vampires could do? Or were Uriah and Owl special?

Owl sighed, relaxing back in their chair. “Listen, I’m not here to interrogate you,” they said. “I just want to talk.”

“We are talking,” Cher snipped.

“Normal talking,” Owl clarified. “Small talk.”

“Why do you want to talk with me?” Cher asked.

“Honestly? Cause you’re interesting,” Owl said genuinely. “You’re a puzzle that I can’t quite figure out. I want to know what makes you tick, Cheri.”

Cher’s mind flashed through the worst outcomes of this situation. Owl could use this against them, or get something about their pack out of them, putting them in danger. Cher wouldn’t be able to stop them from here if they were to put something together. But, a smaller part of Cher’s brain chastised them for it. What was Owl going to do? They were with Uriah, and he was proving himself to be trustworthy. If something was to go wrong, it wouldn’t be because of them.

Cher took a deep breath, “What do you want to know?”

Owl sat there for a moment, staring at the drink in their hands. “You miss home?”

Cher almost changed the subject. However, their silence drew Owl’s eyes again, and they couldn’t stay quiet with the curiosity that burned behind them. Maybe they understood why Alonzo fell in love with them.

“Greatly,” Cher whispered, “every damn day I’m gone.”

“What do you miss most?”

“My pack.”

Owl chuckled, “Naturally. I don’t know why I asked that. You got a big one?”

Cher shrugged. “One could say that, sure. I never really keep track. We’re already a few generations deep.”

“Damn, that must be hard to manage,” Owl commented.

“It is what it is,” Cher sighed, “most of them aren’t old enough to participate in the logistical side of things.”

“And I thought Zach was a handful,” Owl commented, taking a moment to take a sip of their drink.

“Do you consider him a child?” Cher asked.

“In some ways,” Owl said. “He isn’t terribly young in human years, but he is new to vampirism. I can have adult conversations with him and then have to scold him for something stupid five seconds later.”

Cher chuckled, “Fuck, don’t I know what that’s like.”

“You got ones like that?”

“More than I can count,” Cher groaned. “Love them all to death, but I question how any of them are still alive.”

“I get that.”

“You have anyone other than Zach and Uriah?” Cher asked.

“Lump Alonzo into that group and that’s all I got, in some ways,” Owl shrugged, “the rest of the people I know I wouldn’t consider family the way I do them.”

“You’ve built a nice life with them, huh,” Cher commented, not unkindly.

“I sure have.”

Cher could relate, but they didn’t say that out loud. Owl didn’t need to know their connection to their pack ran that deep. It was bad enough they knew as much as they did.

“Do you want to see some pictures?”

“Pictures?” Cher repeated, confused.

“Of me and Uriah from earlier in our lives,” Owl clarified, “I can let you look through the old photo albums while I update the current one.”

They would let Cher do that? Look at something that, they’d assume, was important to Owl? To them all? One part of Cher felt like they were overstepping something. But, how could they when they were invited to do so? Was it an invitation, or a test? Could they-

“I see smoke coming out of your ears, Cheri,” Owl teased with a chuckle. “I’m asking you if you would like to. This isn’t something you need to overthink. Just a simple yes or no will do.”

“I would like to,” Cher responded, surprising themself.

Owl smiled genuinely. “That’s what I thought. Come with me,” they stood from the table, grabbing their mug before making their way out of the kitchen. Cher hesitated for a moment before following suit.

Owl had placed a few coasters on a side table beside the couch before moving across the room to a fairly full bookshelf. “Feel free to sit anywhere,” they said over their shoulder, fingers running along the spines of the albums.

Cher looked around for a second, taking in their surroundings. There was a couch and a few armchairs that encircled a small coffee table, end tables between the pieces of furniture. Cher hesitantly perched at the edge of the couch, on the side closest to the preset coasters. If anyone looked at them they were sure they’d see the tension that was currently residing in their whole body. However, they didn’t get to think about that much, as Owl was already turning around with two albums and a small decorative box in their hands.

“This one is one of my oldest,” Owl said, holding out the more tattered album. “It’s from a couple of decades ago. It’s not the oldest, but we sure were different people back then. Younger. More naive.”

“More naive?” Cher asked, placing their mug down to take the book from Owl.

“Mhm,” Owl hummed. “You never really stop growing, even as vampires. You learn and experience things you never would have if you were human. Gives you an ongoing update on how you view life around you.”

“How old are you guys?” Cher asked.

“Aw, come on now, Cheri, it’s rude to ask people their age,” Owl teased.

Owl turned back to what they were doing, leaving Cher to slowly flip through the book open on their lap. They saw countless pictures of Owl and Uriah in different locations, smiling their widest and looking happy. The descriptions beneath each gave context as to what was going on. There were a few where one was not as happy as the other, in the wake of a prank that was less than pleasant. Seeing the two of them like this made Cher’s heart squeeze. They missed their family.

They got to a picture of Uriah, his back to the camera, at the edge of a lake. The description didn’t give much away, just revealing when the picture was taken, and Cher turned the book around to show Owl.

“What was going on here?” Cher asked, tapping the picture.

Owl glanced up from their work, smiling when they recognized what they were looking at. “There’s a whole story behind that picture,” they said. “You wanna hear?”

Cher nodded, placing the book back on their lap to pay attention.

That’s how they spent the rest of their night. Listening to Owl tell these stories, fuelled by the pictures that Cher would point out. The silence was comfortable between them in between stories as Owl worked and Cher browsed the pictures. The two of them continue to share drinks, and laughs, and Cher would even offer the occasional story about their pack.

This was comfortable, Cher realized, not sure if they were more spooked or surprised by the fact. Owl genuinely did seem to want to get to know them, despite knowing the time that they would share would be temporary. Cher wondered if Owl felt the same way, or if it was different for them.

Later in the night, when the album updating was done, Cher found themselves relaxed on the couch, enjoying the conversation that they were having with Owl. It had been hours since Uriah dropped them off, but they were okay with that. They liked being with Owl. They were nice and seemed to sense when they were getting skittish about a topic, changing the subject soon after. Cher felt like if they met under different circumstances they would have been fast friends.

There was a noise behind them and Cher tensed immediately, spinning around. Uriah stood behind them, as if he was there the whole time. Cher let out a breath, scowling at the man. “Do you not knock?” they scolded.

“This house is just as much mine as it is theirs,” Uriah said.

“You knew who you left with me, Ry,” Owl commented, the slightest edge to their voice. Cher didn’t expect the vampire to stick up for them. “It is good manners to knock.”

Uriah didn’t answer them, turning back to Cher. “Let’s go,” they said, “we need to get back.”

Cher almost talked back, but stopped themselves, biting their tongue harshly. They got up without a word, brushing past her on their way to the door.

“I will see you later,” Uriah said to Owl.

“Uriah,” Owl stopped him. Their voice dipped quieter as they continued, but Cher could still hear them. “They’re a good person, Uriah. I promise you.”

“I know that,” Uriah said.

“I’m just saying. I know how skittish you’ve been around them. Treating them like a loaded gun.”

“Would you disagree?”

“Yes.”

Cher paused, caught off guard by the sincerity behind the vampire’s voice. Did they mean that?

Uriah was also quiet for a few moments, and Cher believed there was some kind of silent conversation going on between them. “You mean that?”

“Every word,” Owl promised. “Just… just get to know them. You’ll see. You know they won't hurt us already, but they aren’t as dangerous as you make them out to be.”

“I’ll see what happens.”

There was a soft sigh from Owl, and then they said, “Thank you. Have a safe trip, Uriah.”

“I will.”

Uriah was beside them a few moments later, and he seemed to be a bit more relaxed. Uriah opened the door, stepping aside and motioning for them to go through. “After you, mon cheri.”

Cher ducked their head as they passed by, face heating up at Uriah’s eyes boring into them.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Uriah asked when they were alone.

“Something like that,” Cher replied, not looking at him.

#NeXus #nexus fanfiction #plutonium_fanfiction #ask anyone in the server this took me SO LONG to write #it’s actually a crime how long it took #but also it got done for Lav’s birthday and honestly? counting that as a win and if anyone asks it was in purpose /j #i think i know how to write my own listeners now which is good and was in fact the goal of this exercise #but there’s something about it that imma refrain from commenting on until i sleep on it for a few days

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cherrb333 · 2 months

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the lost hamato sibling

Prologue: A strange dream, and the awakening of newfound powers?

All she remembered was the feeling of warmth coming from a person, much taller than her as she glanced up at him with squinted eyes. She hissed as she was picked up, and placed on a chest. She remembered Others. Four other turtles, all different species. She didn't remember much except The feeling of flying through the air and the splash of cold water that hit her as she landed, followed by the cries of the man who was holding her as she cheeped in distress. All around her were the violent waves that threatened to pull her down. She kept bobbing her head up and down out of the water

“̶G̶̶R̶̶E̶̶E̶̶N̶! ̶N̶̶O̶̶O̶” a voice filled her head with static As a weirdly familiar warmth consumed her despite the cold water that surrounded her. It felt as if she were floating on thin air as she was pulled up Out of the depths she had been pulled into by a tug. She looked around herself to see a void of space filled with nothing but the black abyss. But for some reason, she didn't feel scared. In fact, she felt safe, oddly. She squinted As the dark abyss was disturbed by a foggy smoke, green in colour as she watched a blurry figure materialize in front of her, translucent green in colour, and almost paranormal. She reached out to touch it as it began speaking, almost in an alluring voice, that sounded far off, despite how close the person was.

“Anata wa hitori janai..” the voice spoke as she felt a body wrap around her corporeal one. The dark green and light green lights shined bright as she was suddenly surrounded by the paranormal aura. She suddenly felt at peace as her eyes drooped closed. She never wanted to leave this comfort. But alas, the world was against her.

ᵇᵉᵉᵖ.

ᵇᵉｅＥＥＰ.

.bₑＥＥＰ

𝘽 𝙀 𝙀 𝙋 !

She jolted out, falling off her twin-sized bed, and directly onto her cat, who was not pleased. One. Bit.

“Oof…” She groaned, pulling her nightcap as she just laid there, staring up at the cracked ceiling of her room. Since Mama took her in as a baby, she was stuffed into this spacious linen closet. She huffed as she rolled over, sitting up again to look around the dim room. She felt a nudge to the side of her plastron. She glanced down to see her cat looking at her with an irritated look. She chuckled “Good morning rue-rue” she giggled as the cat rolled her eyes at her owner, before bunting the hand that was scratching her head.

“Miss. Renai?” She heard a quiet voice speak from outside the door, she glanced over to the door watching as the shadow of one Of the employees Moved under it. She pushed her cat back, gulping down a lump, and she raised an eyebrow.

“Yes?” She called out, urging Rue to stay still and not make a noise. No one knew about the cat, and Renai intended to keep it that way. Especially after last time…..

“Um… big Mama has instructed me to tell you to get ready. you have a match in the battle nexus in 1 hour. She says to tell you that if you fail, she won't hesitate to cut your meals for a week.” Renai gulped, placing the cat down on her bed, and stood up, getting all her gear she turned back to the door.

“Ah, I see… tell mo-big Mama that I won't fail this time… I promise” She smiled as she opened the door a crack, looking through to see a petite deer yokai maid staring back at her with big brown doe eyes. Her favourite employee, and the only one that liked her besides Mama. Her best friend, and only friend, niyinina, or Nina for short. She was basically like the mother that Big Mama couldn't be.

“Of course, you won't renai, stop doubting yourself so much. Big Mama is just trying to pump You up!” She encouraged softly, handing Renai a plate as she opened the door wider. Her stomach rumbled at the amazing smell of the oatmeal she was handed. Another thing that she loved about Nina was that she always made sure To save Her some extra food. She licked her lips as she walked back into her cramped room, Nina following behind her as she placed the tray onto the broken-down nightstand she had shoved in a corner of the room beside her bed. She touched the makeshift lamp to turn it on, illuminating the room In a soft gold glow as she sat on her bed, watching as Nina scratched Rue’s head, causing the cat to purr Loudly. “Now, eat up. You're going to need the energy With whom you're fighting today…” She spoke softly, smiling Kindly at Renai who raised an eyebrow but didn't complain.

She scarfed down the oatmeal quickly, Getting a stern ‘slow down, it’s not going anywhere’ from Nina. She giggled as she swallowed down her last bite, placing the bowl down, and wiping her face with the back of her hand. She stood up, and Nina grabbed the tray as they both walked out of the room, closing the door behind them and beginning to walk in the direction of where the kitchen and battle dungeons were. They parted ways, Nina quietly wishing Renai good luck. Renai simply nodded, saying a quick thank you before taking off to the room she was assigned, where she grabbed her weapons and armour, and wrapped her mask around her face, tying the long ends together into a knot. She looked into the mirror that was placed in the room, tracing the jagged Crack of her plastron, a nasty injury she had gotten during a battle. Her front had gotten most of the damage. Only a small crack on her shell was left. Along with a scar just under her neck, where her shell meets the base of her neck, there was a scar there. She watched as she traveled her stripes, following Along the lines where they started and where they ended. She sighed. Scrubbing at the dirt She hadn't been able to get off the last time she had a bath.

She jolted at the sound of the bell that indicated her match was coming up, glancing up At the tv that had been implemented into everyone's ‘dressing rooms’. It seemed the fights were already happening, she noticed a certain yokai rabbit that was dominating the competition. The Arrogant, and irritating Yuichi Usagi. Also, her mortal enemy. He was always getting in trouble with Mama. It was surprising he wasn't killed yet. But he had a debt with Mama, one that he couldn't escape. Hah. loser. She giggled to herself as she watched him get slapped into a wall by the bull yokai he was up against.

Soon, the match finished, with Yuichi surprisingly as the victor. It was her turn. She took a deep breath in, touching the weapons that Big Mama had given to her the day she started training. As she let it out, she heard the announcer start to speak.

“And that’s a wrap on that splendiferous battle! Who would have guessed that the samurai rabbit would come out on top? Well, anyone. Anyway, it is finally time for the battle you have all been waiting for! The champion, Our green menace! Who will trump over the unbeatable champ? Who will rise to the challenge?" She tuned out the conversation focusing on stretching as she watched her opponent, a small timid ragged looking raccoon yokai, begin slowly walking into the arena with his eyes downcast to the floor. Immediately, she noticed the horrible posture he was in and the tight grip he had on his weapon. This guy definitely was one of the poor souls that big Mama forced into her battle nexus. She immediately felt empathy for this poor thing. He looked so weak and scared. Her lip trembled as she slowly raised her kurasagami into position, sliding her feet across the dirt surface. She pushed all thoughts out of her mind just like the Lou jitsu videos taught her to, the ones she had trained herself with after finding a stash of them in an old storage closet one day. As soon as the bell rang to go, she pounced forward on the tips of her toes, silently speaking stealthily into the shadows. She tuned everything out as she focused on her one goal. Win. Make Mama proud.

The first battle was relatively easy, she successfully took down the poor raccoon. He sustained a lot of injuries, and was quickly swept off the battle field. The next couple battles were relatively ok, she fell into the flow pretty easily, until the last battle, where the bull caught her off guard, and sent her staggering off to the side with a pretty nasty cut along the chest of her plastron, cutting straight through the hard material effortlessly. she watched the blood drip down her blades, dry blood sticking uncomfortably to her cheek as she hissed, holding her side, and glaring up at the bull in front of her. He looked smug, but she knew it was too soon. She saw an opening and immediately took it, swinging her kurasagami forward, she sent it nailing straight into the bulls shoulder, clean through the rough skin there. The bull howled as she yanked it back, causing blood to go sputtering all over the rocky floor of the battle nexus. She cringed as the crowd cheered, loving the display of blood being spilled. She backed up suddenly, she had always hated when she had to injure someone.

Suddenly, her head filled with thoughts of hate, swirling her into a spiral right there on the battle field. Big mistake. That momentary fall of her guard would be her downfall. The bull, recovering quickly, jumped at her and suddenly, she was held in the air at the clasp of a tight hold on her neck. The crowd went wild as she choked on air. The bull huffed hot breath into her face as she gasped for air, feeling the grip tighten as she slowly saw specks of her vision fill with darkness. Suddenly, she remembered the phrase from her dream the other night play in her head quietly.

'Anata was historically janai' She felt as if a power surged through her fingers, her eyes shot open as she sent the bull flying back with a sudden force field that surrounded her. She felt herself fall slowly to the ground as a sea of spears shot from the ground around her in a protective bubble. She heard the bull screaming in pain as a bunch of them impaled him suddenly. Her fingers trembled as she glanced down, immediately noticing the vibrant glow that came from the stripes along her body. She gasped, as she suddenly felt a lightheadedness fill her. As soon as it came, the sudden awakening of mystic energy disappeared, causing her to come crashing down to the ground, drained of energy, and her wounds seemed to close up, leaving a warm tingling flowing through her body. She felt her consciousness slip from her as she heard Big Mama's excited announcement of the victory once again of the champion. Her eyes drooped closed filling with darkness as the exhaustion weighed heavy against her body. Whatever surge of power had taken over her, had taken a huge toll on her body, leaving her absolutely exhausted.

The slam of a fist filled the air of the lair as a rat gasped, slouched against a worn and beat up chair pressing the pause button. His eyes widened at the image that stared back at him, a turtle, not much younger then his boys, stood in the middle of the same place that had gotten him into the mess he was in now. What stared back at him was the live fight of the battle nexus. He had been sitting back, watching his commercials, when suddenly he was interrupted with an advertisement for big mama's battle nexus. Big Mama. The woman that had used him, got him to fall in love with her, then ripped his heart out and forced him to become her puppet of entertainment. And now, to his horror, the last little turtle he had rescued all those years ago. The one he hadn't stopped searching since the day he lost her, was staring back at him. There was no mistaking that mystic energy. That was Ninpo, a special art that only those that are a part of his family can use. It was green. How she'd grown. He felt a sad smile pull at the edges of his mouth, after the mutation, it had been harder adjusting to life. Taking care of 4 baby turtles was a job of its own. He had no time for himself, let alone going out to search for the baby he had lost. Of course, he felt bad he had basically abandoned her, but he had so many things going on at the time. Now, seeing her, he felt this sudden grief and regret for his choices. He knew that look, that coldness that only living a life as a slave to the battle nexus could give. He felt guilty he hadn't tried harder, saved her from the surely hell she was living. He bet Mama was manipulating her into that position she was in, if he knew her any better.

He ran a hand down his face, shaking his head from the thoughts. No, he will save her, and now that the boys are old enough maybe it's high time he tells them. Yes. That's what he'll do.

"Don't worry green, I swear I won't abandon you, my daughter. Not again." Splinter sighed to himself, mumbling as he quickly switched the channel, turning to look behind him at his sons, who all seemed to be roughhousing again. He sighed, tapping his thumbs on his chair with a chuckle.

The first thing that Renai remembered after waking up was the immense soreness and pain she was in. She slowly sat up, groaning as she sat up. Seeing she was in the medbay. Huh. She touched her head, feeling the roughness of a bandage, tracing it down to her neck. She felt a weird calmness over her body despite the situation she was in. It was the most content she had felt since Big Mama had given her her first glimpse of praise when she was 10. She smiled at the memory. It was her first time in the battle nexus, all odds were against her. She remembered the fear as she trembled, in front of her was the first opponent she had ever slain, a snake yokai. She felt so bad after, but when Big Mama came down to see her in the medbay, congratulating her on the win, she told her how proud she was and it pushed down that guilt. That's why she continued to do it. It was a habit to keep Mama happy, and soon she grew numb to the blood.

Now, she is 12. She had gotten way better at fighting thanks to her hand on hand experience. She still watched those Lou jitsu videos, they brought her comfort when the guilt became too much. Same with Jupiter Jim. Nina had snagged her a comic once when she was younger and she was hooked. But, she had to say that her plushies were her biggest comfort along with her Manga collection. She sighed, picking at the itchy fabric of the blanket she was given, turns out she had been out for a while, judging by the lack of light streaming from the window. She glanced down at her covered legs, blinking at the crack she hadn't noticed on the edge of her plastron where her shoulders meet her neck. Huh, she hadn't noticed that before. It was pretty small crack, so it made sense why she hadn't noticed, but still.

She felt the dull throb of a pressure in the back her neck that caused her to flinch, as she felt her hands start tingling with power again. She felt the build up of pressure grow more and more as she slowly laid back down, pressing her fingers further into her pressure points on her head as a skull crushing headache racked through her head like a truck. It throbbed violently behind her eyes, causing her to whimper. Turns out the sudden usage of mystic energy had done more then drain her energy. It had also left her suffering in the aftermaths as the immense power caused a painful migraine to blow through her head.

She sobbed as she rubbed circles into her forehead. She stayed like that, curled in a ball whimpering for quite a while. The only relief comig when it subsided at the brush of fingers against her head. She slowly squinted her eyes open, seeing big Mama standing there.

"Ah, good dublous morning, my pet.." mama spoke softly as she crouched down to come lever with the teary turtle who whispered a response. "What a scrumpdiblios job on the battles today, the views have skyrocketed once again" she Exclaimed, running her sharp nails along renais bald head slowly in a massage.

"Mother? What are you doing here?" Renai rasped past her scratchy throat, churning at the scratches to her head.

"We'll, we have much to discuss, like the sudden display of mystic powers you showed today…that is the first I've heard and seen of this. Deary, why aren't you telling Mama these things?" She cooed, moving her hand down to grip Renai’s chin. Renai flinched at the sudden roughness.

"I-I didn't even think I had any mystic powers! I don't really know what happened today, one minute I was scared, seeing my life flashing before my eyes, the next I was surrounded by green light and spears." Renai explained lowly, Bowing her head like She had been trained to do when in the presence of her mother. Mama hummed at this information, tapping her long nimble fingers along her chin in thought.

"Well, it seems you're growing much faster than we anticipated." Big Mama mumbled to herself as she wrapped her fingers along the wooden table beside the bed.

"Hm, it seems your training must move forward, pet" Mama spoke lowly, giggling almost evilly as she slowly stood up, dusting off her blouse as she moved backwards. "That settles it. You will participate in the plans, your powers may be wonderfibble in the foreseeable future" she hummed, placing her hands behind her back as she began creeping away to the door of the medbay. Renai's head perked up.

"Plans?" She gasped excitedly, eyes gleaming with hope, finally, big Mama was allowing her more freedom, or at least something new! She was beginning to grow bored of the same routine. Mama chuckles

"Yes, pet. Plans." She left off as she began exiting the room. The sound of her feet fading away the further away she got.

Renai felt a sudden joy that she thought had died long ago, resurface. Finally, big Mama was allowing her more than just the battles in the nexus ring. She could finally prove to Mama that she was a daughter worth more then just being a fighter in her nexus.

Yes.

She wasn't going to screw this up.

Hopefully

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arcandoria · 1 year

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NEVERMORE: LOCATIONS

places you'll visit in the clé

Read NEVERMORE | Content List

THE CLÉ

Stuck between the borders of 'real' worlds, the Clé is a collection of halfway places, limbos and middle-of-the-roads. The rules of nature can't always be applied in these places; they aren't planets that revolve around a sun or stretches of land where you can walk from one to another, but flat planes and long infinities that loop back on themselves. Some of them think for themselves. Others won't speak at all.

The thing that connects them all is music - moving the air and stirring the waters, bringing rain or snow or night or day - and the music is found in Miroh, the centre to which every other world connects. The Clé itself is not a living thing; there are people who would claim to rule it, but the Miroh is the only thing that can really control the Clé; its people are only here to please it with music.

Once, the Clé was a wild place, its worlds and their doorways moving about with no warning or reason and the rules of each plane changing with the wind. In those days, you could go to sleep in one place and wake up somewhere entirely different with no way home.

It was Miroh who called the first version of SKZ or The Six to the Clé, seeking music that would tame the wild lands so that their people could live, and it was Miroh who fell in love with them and the tension that would always grow when the two groups existed in the world together. For a long time, they traded places back and forth, never knowing that each time they came they were only another version of those who had come before - until The Six discovered this hidden history, and sought more control than they had ever had before.

Their fear of time passing and their reign ending led them to create the Moment, a way to use the life force of the Clé to turn back the passing of days. Through careful use of this, they were able to keep the Clé under their tight fist, turning back the victories of the next iteration of SKZ and the dokkaebi; but unknowingly, they let the Gwoemul slip into the world from the Nevermore and the resulting battle over Injeon led to the Moment being used too often, draining the Clé of power and freezing the world in the repetitive cycle of a single day. This is how it stands when the original SKZ arrive in Nevermore.

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MIROH

as seen in: Miroh, Unveil Track: Victory Song, Victory Song Performance Video, Chronosaurus, Clé 2: Yellow Wood Trailer, Levanter, InLife Trailer, Back Door, Winter Falls, Oddinary (Main Trailer), Circus, Maxident Trailer, Give Me Your TMI, Ddu Du Ddu Du (Kingdom Stage), Victory Song (2020 MAMA), Venom + Maniac (2022 MAMA)

Miroh is an infinite city that grows and shrinks as the need for its buildings ebbs and flows. Being the nexus and the driving force of the Clé, it is a living thing that watches over all the worlds, not just itself, and is also the source of all music and voices in the Clé, the thing that draws people into the doorways between it and the real world, or sends them away. It is a neutral thing, generally kind and unconcerned with specific troubles within its walls, but it does love the creatures that make music for it to listen to and the games that it can play with them - sometimes at the cost of its favourite pieces.

For most of its history, the streets of Miroh have been unmappable, their layout changing with the wind and new structures always being squeezed in or taken away. Everything is out of order in the Miroh, inside the buildings and outside on the streets; to travel anywhere, people step out the front door and trust it to guide them where they want to go.

It is only within the Moment, when time is frozen, that the streets have settled into a permanent formation, only smaller sections of alleys maintaining that wild persistance of changing their layout regularly. Even new buildings have been curbed to a particular section of the city, while other sections lay empty.

There is no water or food to easily be found within Miroh without passage to Levanter and Injeon as there is no rain when every day is the same, cloudless passing of the sun. There is also no art or music anymore; the city is nearly on lockdown to hide from the Gwoemul that wants to take its voice, suffocating under its own silence.

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BEISEU

as seen in: Hellevator, Levanter

The most common entrance into the Clé is Beiseu; a small, flat world consisting of a single plain where only deadnettle grows, pretty purple that stretches right out to the horizon. The field is surrounded by a forest, which is then ringed by mountains that loop back on themselves, and there is nothing else to be found except for the elevator from which people come and go.

The walls of the world are thin in Beiseu. Occasionally, a city can be seen in the sky - Miroh, usually, or sometimes Levanter - and mountains can be seen through the ground. Doors between worlds open easier in Beiseu than any other place in the Clé, and it is most closely connected to Injeon, meaning that on the right day, you could fall through the ground at any moment and find yourself in another place entirely. It's best to watch your step here, no matter how mesmerising the horizon.

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INJEON

as seen in: I Am NOT Trailer, District 9, Voices Performance Video, I Am You, Scars

A desert world, Injeon is a flat plain of rock and dirt and not much else, ringed by tall mountains that will only swallow you in fog until you can't find your way through. In the past, Injeon was prone to long droughts and heavy, one-off rainfalls that caused flash flooding and very little plant growth, carving out an image of itself of dry rivers and long, dusty stretches of nothing, its plant life all dead and withering away on the ground before it even has a chance to grow.

Being such a flat, empty space made Injeon the perfect space for innovation from the Six, expansion away from the fickle nature of the Miroh to a more stable, sleeping world where they could build life as they wanted. A city was purpose-built here, and after the Moment, a prison in the form of District 9, and for a long time it functioned as intended; until the Gwoemul was attracted to its noise and its doorways to Miroh and it was destroyed, its entire population wiped off the map.

Now, in the Moment, its city stands as a ruin on its eastern end, the remnants of the fight against the Gwoemul, and an empty city inhabited by the remnants of its citizen's souls further inside its borders. It is caught on the day that a storm breaks over a drought, rain washing it away every evening, and yet still nothing will grow - like the ground can't forget that it was barren, no matter how many days it lives.

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GEOMIJUL

as seen in: Venom, Red Lights, 5 Star Dome Tour VCR 3

A liminal space that most often dresses itself in endless hallways, Geomijul, the Spiderweb, draws people in like flies to a trap, and doesn't easily let them go. Like Miroh, it's a maze - unlike Miroh, it doesn't want you to make your way through its hallways, but takes the most joy in seeing you lost and scared; especially if you happen to run into one of the monsters hiding in its halls.

Under the control of the Six, Geomijul has become a halfway house for undesirable characters that cannot be trapped within District 9, rather than going through the ordeal of luring them into Asadal without getting caught themselves. While Geomijul cannot be sealed off completely from the rest of the Clé, possessing the power to open its own doors wherever it sees fit, it is clever enough a prison to know when it should hold an individual for as long as it can, and who it will not hurt to allow to slip through the cracks.

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LEVANTER

as seen in: Double Knot, Astronaut, Clé: Levanter Trailer, GoLive Trailer, God's Menu, Levanter, NoEasy Thunderous Trailer, Maniac, Lonely St, Freeze , Hey Monster! + Thunderous (2021 MAMA), DLC

Miroh's sister, the open land to match its endless urban sprawl, Levanter is a utopia of rolling fields, sprawling lakes, and tidy forests dotting the landscape. Homes don't come as easily here as they do in Miroh, needing to be built themselves and cared for so that the land doesn't swallow them, but crops are given in abundance, far from the modest effort of greenhouses in other cities.

Levanter has always been an even-tempered place, its weather and its temper consistent and its tolerance with the small city built upon its surface by the Six stretching long. This doesn't mean that it cannot be cruel though - where Miroh is gentle in its playfulness, Levanter is fickle and severe in its punishment to those who don't respect it. Many times, upstarts have found the ground ripped into chasms beneath their feet or the wind strong enough to toss them over the mountains in Levanter.

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YELLOW WOOD

as seen in: Clé 2: Yellow Wood Trailer, Side Effects, TOP, Miroh (Kingdom Stage), I'll Be Your Man (Kingdom Stage), Side Effects/God's Menu (Kingdom Stage)

The rules of Yellow Wood are hard to understand to those stepping into its weird dreamscape for the first time. The lines here are blurred, between individual souls and creatures and magic and science - it's easy to leave part of yourself behind in Yellow Wood without realising, and easier again to get lost altogether.

As the name suggests, a great deal of the flora found in Yellow Wood is yellow; rolling hills and autumnal forests make up its majority. It seems to be an infinite space, as no one has reached its edge before and returned to tell the tale, though there are plenty who have tried.

While Yellow Wood isn't a thinking world like Miroh, it is prone to being wispy and whimsical, coming and going from the Clé as it pleases, the opening and closing of its doorways hard to predict. This also makes it a place that can be dangerous to visit, along with its habit of breaking souls apart and combining them together, as there is never a guarentee of a way out, or of being placed back in the same time and place that you came from.

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ASADAL

as seen in: TOP, 5-Star Trailer, S-Class, Back Door Opening Video, Topline, Get Lit, 3rd Fanmeeting: For 5-Star Teaser, Social Path

A sliver of land in the corner of the Clé, Asadal is the least accessible of all the worlds - and the hardest to leave once you arrive there. Its doors typically only open into Yellow Wood, where it is the place most often seen in the sky, and they are one-way, luring unsuspecting travellers into its trap.

Everything in Asadal moves in circles; the city, the rivers, and the black wasteland beyond it. The sun comes up rarely, cloaking the world in cloud and darkness. No one knows where the borders of the world are, or what lurks out there in the darkness, because no one has ever returned from a trip to Asadal. It is widely regarded as an obscure sort of prison, albeit one as likely to swallow its jailors as it is its captives.

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MEORI

as seen in: Levanter, Easy, Thunderous, The Sound

An ever-changing landscape, Meori is the most unstable of the three city-states of the Clé. You never know, stepping through the door, if it will be a desert or a mountain range, grasslands or swamp. Storms rage across its surface and the ocean often rises to swallow its land.

In the Moment, it was caught in an endless storm, the land ravaged - like Injeon, Meori is a ghost town now, impossible to access and uninhabitable by even the bravest souls.

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THE NEVERMORE

as seen in: Social Path, Rockstar: Prologue, LaLaLaLa

The space between the worlds, the void, the nothingness of a black hole. The Nevermore is endless potential and the ending to everything, a place that shouldn't exist and should never be accessed - and yet, still, stories exist of its planes and valleys. Someone has seen it, and returned to tell the tale.

#stray kids #skzcu #nevermore #roo writes

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What about that proper escape attempt made between days 1 and 7 ?

For the first few days, Luigi doesn't make an attempt. He wants a chance to scout opportunities and take his time figuring out a plan (which he's only willing to do because he knows he's not in physical danger right now). Then he sneaks out in the evening on Day 4, after Junior's gone to bed, since that's usually when he gets some time alone.

He escapes from the castle by the simple method of walking out the front doors. There are some Koopa Troopas on guard and Luigi horribly fails his deception roll to convince them that he's allowed outside. However, Koopas aren't always the brightest sparks and they fail their insight checks even worse. They "uncover" the fact that Luigi must be sneaking out to go get a surprise for Bowser and let him go. The only worry is that they offer to come with him to help, but Luigi manages to do better at insisting that they have to stay on duty.

There's a pipe nexus in the surrounding castle town (much more spread out than Toad Town due to the shifting volcanic nature of the land). Luigi decides that it's lower risk to hop to another place within Bowser's Kingdom and going from there to the Mushroom Kingdom, so he makes his way to a different pipe. He manages to avoid all attention by taking off his hat; no one recognises him without it (he's honestly a bit miffed over that). Intra-kingdom pipes aren't regulated anywhere near as much as inter-kingdom ones.

In the next nexus, the pipe to the Mushroom Kingdom is blocked off. Warning tape and traffic cones and tools are lying around it, so Luigi figures he's gotten unlucky and this one's currently under repair. The Mushroom Kingdom pipe in the next town's nexus has an 'out of order' sign hung up on it. Luigi tries it anyway, only to discover that it's blocked from the Mushroom Kingdom side. He might be good at fixing pipes, but he doesn't have any tools and fixing a pipe from the inside is a nightmare; you usually want at least one other person with you and ideally another person on the outside on either end too.

(Luigi probably doesn't figure this out, but the Mushroom Kingdom is on high alert at the moment and their default defensive measures involve blocking access from Bowser's Kingdom, since he's usually the problem.)

A bit dispirited, but still determined, Luigi sets off on foot. By this time it's dark and, despite his adventures, Luigi hasn't learnt how to navigate by the stars (nighttime's for sleeping!). He heads towards a bit of greenery, reasoning that Bowser's Kingdom is mostly volcanic rock and scorched earth, so anywhere with trees is somewhere else, and eventually finds a forest. Nothing tries to kill him immediately and the water is actual real water, not poison sludge, so he goes in. After a while of bumping into trees and tripping over bushes in the dark, Luigi finds somewhere to sleep and settles down for the night.

Morning breaks, Luigi wakes. He realises the flaw in his plans: he didn't bring any food. But forests normally have fruits and stuff, right? If he wanders long enough he'll find something.

Just as he comes across some promising looking trees, his vision blacks out and magic yanks his stomach sideways. He blinks golden stars out of his eyes and finds himself back in the dining hall. He feels awful (he doesn't know if the magicks were worse for him being so far away or if it's because he was hungry) and almost throws up. He doesn't get much time to recover before Bowser pushes him into his chair and growls at him that he shouldn't have run away.

Luigi is both too busy feeling sorry for himself and constantly pestered by Junior that day to notice much else. Junior's on the clingy side because he's not all that used to people up and vanishing so silently, usually there's a big rescue or everyone in the castle is doing some prep work for an invasion, or something like that.

Bowser doesn't really care overall. He expected this and he doesn't care about Luigi at this point. He's more annoyed because Junior's upset than anything else.

(Much, much later, Luigi will actually look over a map and figure out where he ended up. He managed to go in the complete wrong direction and was puttering around in a forest belonging to a kingdom on the other side of Bowser's Kingdom from the Mushroom Kingdom. It would've been a whole adventure getting out of that mess, no doubt.)

#bowuigi #days #this got long #ask

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I was looking at the player x Phobos list and I was wondering… Maybe the player would have a talk with him about their world, like about how it looks there, all the interesting places, foods, holidays ect. Could I maybe get some hcs about that? 👉👈

Sure thing, moonamite!

+ Phobos had come to you one day to ask you about your world of the 'higher gods' and you were more than happy to indulge in Phobos's curiosity about your world.

+ You told him about the weather and how your world's sky would change depending on the time of day and what type of weather was coming through. Phobos listens intently as you tell him about the colors of the sky and the twinkling stars that would illuminate at nightfall. You would even tell him about rain, snow, sleet, and hail. But mostly about the sunny days and how you would sit out under the light and soak it all up into your skin. You made it all sound so beautiful to Phobos.

+ You told him all about the cities you have visited and the sheer amount of them that dotted the world. The types of culture one city would have over another and how differences in biomes were common when you would visit those places or see them on TV. Phobos listened with his head resting on his hands as your eyes sparkled when you talked about the cities in your home country and all the people that lived there.

+ Then you tell him about one of your favorite topics, the food. You got into details about your favorite dishes and what they were made from. Phobos obviously listens, even if he doesn't know what a 'cow' is, but just listening to you ramble on and on about how your people had so many delicious foods made his hidden mouth water. Oh how he longed to eat what the gods eat.

+ Which lead into your next topic, holidays. You told him about numerous holidays that you knew of. Mostly the biggest ones and the culturally celebrated ones. Phobos pays attention intensely as you tell him about holidays of feasting, of generosity, of appreciation, of celebration, of remembrance, of love, and of pride. You go into meticulous details about which holiday celebrated what and Phobos wondered if he could make some holidays fit into Nexus City...if the greater gods celebrate, why not him?

+ Finally, you conclude about your world to him with what your planet was called and with a quick drawing of where you lived looked like. Phobos is paying attention...but not to just the picture. In your eyes he can see a lingering pain...you miss your god realm and he can tell from how passionately you spoke about it.

+ "It's nothing like Nevada...it's beautiful and colorful with a bright sun and glowing moon and...and so many people that coexist and...there's no rampant violence and..." Phobos sees you struggling to smile and he says nothing as he wraps his crimson cape around you as some tears begin to fall.

+ "You miss your realm...and I don't blame you. It sounds heavenly, my dearest Player." He says as he holds you close and you nod into his chest, holding onto him in return.

+ "Maybe one day I'll find a way to get us there and we can experience it...together."

#moonamite #y/n x madness combat #human!reader x madcom #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #madness combat imagines #madcom tag #madness combat self aware au #self aware m:pn au #self aware au #madcom self aware au #reader x phobos #haxorus imp #cosmica galaxy #my asks

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waterandenergyrelief · 1 year

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Strengthen and #accelerateaction for key water areas.

The #2023UNWaterConference will feature five “interactive dialogues” to strengthen and accelerate action for key #water areas.

The interactive dialogues also support the five principles of the SDG 6 Global Acceleration Framework, an initiative to deliver fast results towards ensuring the availability and sustainable management of water and sanitation for all by 2030.

The five interactive dialogues are:

Water for Health: Access to safe drinking water, hygiene, and sanitation.

Water for Sustainable Development: Valuing Water, Water-Energy-Food Nexus and Sustainable Economic and Urban Development.

Water for Climate, Resilience and Environment: Source to Sea, Biodiversity, Climate, Resilience and Disaster Risk Reduction.

Water for Cooperation: Transboundary and International Water Cooperation, Cross Sectoral Cooperation and Water Across the 2030 Agenda.

Water Action Decade: Accelerating the implementation of the objectives of the Decade, including through the UN Secretary-General’s Action Plan.

Take a closer look at each of the interactive dialogues here.

#Department of Economic and Social Affairs (DESA)#Water Action Decade #Water for Cooperation #Water for Sustainable Development #Water-Energy-Food Nexus #Water for Health #water cooperation

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gren-arlio · 5 months

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Ah, another 2 parter. Welcome to Part 2 of Episode 2 of Season 2 of Waku Puyo Translations.

(That's a lot of 2's.)

Hello everyone, it's the guy with Kempf calling Olwen a stupid bitch banner here, back at it again with translating a funny video game. Ain't that fun? Sorry for the delay, with tests going on, a super big assignment, and of course, English class, I haven't had too much time to finish these. Also I've had an illness for the past 5 days and that's been kicking my ass. Hope you understand.

As stated prior, this is Part 2 of Episode 2, because Arle's route has so much text from the information booth that its super hard to put all of this stuff in a very timely manner, thus making two parts. Thankfully, a delay still means this gets released, just in a weird time. With it, I bring this part.

Here's the link to the video:

youtube

Timestamps:

Sasori Midboss: (10:39, defeat at 13:00.)

Info Stuff Again: (13:25 through 15:15, with extra Momomo stuff)

Draco Boss: (17:28, defeat at 21:08)

Draco Revisit: (23:17)

Finally, this episode will be done. And with this, I hope you enjoy.

Major Edit:

First off, I want to thank Eudae for this. They told me about this and I frankly wanna thank them for it. Here's their Nexus page for their info:

I messed up a key gameplay mechanic. With the major mistake, the mechanic is NOT called pinning, but storing an item inside of a bottle, Ala a fairy from Zelda. The effect I explained is still the same, where inside the bottle, the item doesn't wear down, but the correction had to be made.

Second, Weathering as a name. I took the name literally, which I shouldn't have. In reality, gameplay mechanics wise, it's more like an item wearing down, ala...Zelda again. The effect is still the same, but the names itself are wrong.

Third and more minor, the item for bottling up items is actually called the "Bottling Wand" or an overly long "Put-it-in-a-jar Wand" rather than a pinning stick. Fixes have been made, and once again, thanks Eudae.

Sasori Midboss:

Arle:

Huh? You're...

Sasori Man:

How are you? I'm Sasori Man.

Sometimes I'm a mysterious mogul, other times I'm the informant working behind the scenes, and sometimes I'm the deadliest assassin of them all...

Arle:

???

Sasori Man:

Well, I'm busy with stuff, so shall we get right into it?

Arle:

What? I'm fighting you now? Alright then, I won't lose!

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Defeat: (13:00)

Sasori Man:

You're a good one, you win.

I'm going back. Goodbye.

Arle:

He's gone. Let's go too, Carby!

Carbuncle:

Gu!

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Info Booth Again:

(So with this, back to menu nonsense. The player clicks Bulletin and the order goes:

To You Who Has Obtained the Grimoire

Momomo Store Reopening <- 2

Fire Mountain

Water Paradise

Starlight Stage

Identification Recommendation

Trap Warning

Pinning Recommendation <- 1)

"Bottling" Recommendation:

Sasori Man:

How are you doing today?

Arle:

Oh, Heya. What can you tell me?

Sasori Man;

Well, you see, I have a lot of work to do.

So let's get right into explaining.

Arle:

O-ok...

Sasori Man:

Arle, do you know why food rots?

Arle:

I believe if an enemy attacks it, or a trap.

Sasori Man:

Yes, that's right.

If you eat rotten food, you'll have a horrible stomach ache, so be careful.

Arle:

Alright then.

Sasori Man:

Along with rotting, another issue is the item wearing down.

Arle:

The item wearing down...? Oh, the thing that makes items worse.

Sasori Man:

Yes. For example, a Medical Herb becomes an Ordinary Herb, and Medicine jusg becomes Water. That's what I mean by wearing down.

Arle:

The effects of the item dissappear too...that's rough...

Sasori Man:

Whether it rots or wears out, eating spoiled food is incredibly painful.

Arle:

Yeah, it sure sounds like it.

Sasori Man:

...Well, I have wonderful news for you!

Arle:

Aren't you really excited all of a sudden-

Sasori Man;

There's a way to prevent such problems.

Arle:

What? You're serious!?

Sasori Man:

They call it "Bottle-clogging." (For now, I'll keep this name based off the info given.)

Food and other items can be kept safe with the bottle...with no worries at all!

The bottle protects the item from incoming attacks!

Arle:

Wow, that's amazing...

Sasori Man:

You can also bottle up items like herbs and the sort.

Of course, even when bottled up, the item can still be used normally.

Arle:

So how many items can I bottle up?

Sasori Man:

All you have to use is an item called the "Bottling Wand".

They're dropped in dungeons occasionally, so you'll find one if you're lucky.

Arle:

A bottling wand... alright, so I CAN protect my items!

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Momomo Store Reopening:

Bulletin Board:

The numbers of items in Momomo's store and gone up a bit. So come on in and buy even more stuff.

(You can then find him in Fire Mountain...but the player just sells items when he says welcome.)

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Draco Boss: (17:28)

Arle:

Oh, you were at the entrance...

Draco:

Ah, you've finally arrived!

...Hm? Do you have a Grimoire?

Arle:

Grimoire? I don't have one.

Draco:

Well...guess I have no other choice then.

If you want to clear this room, you're going to have to get through me!

Arle:

What? What is this, a beauty pageant or something?

Draco:

Hmpf...I thought you'd never be able to match my beauty...

...Wait, no! Not here... (As in, this ain't the place for this nonsense.)

Arle:

So are we going to play Puyo Puyo then?

Draco:

Hehehe, I can make 5 chains...

...No! This is a proper fight!

(In defeat, she just says Gao 3 times.)

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Draco Revisit:

Draco:

Gao!

Arle:

It's you again...

Draco:

I have to say, you're much stronger than you look.

Arle:

Huh? I do?

Draco:

I need to train myself, so I'm here to get even better!

Arle:

Eh? Is this place good for training like that anyways?

Draco:

Hm? I mean, you can always enter the attraction again, but it'd be hard to get out of it.

Oh, and I see that you have red orb, take good care of that.

If you forgot to ever grab an orb, don't worry, they'll still be on the 10th floor.

Arle:

Alright...thanks.

Draco:

Alright then, cya.

Arle:

Yeah, bye!

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And with that, Episode 2 is properly done. Hopefully the 3rd one isn't as long.

Next time I'm here I'll most likely be doing an Extras episode. But with that...

Adios.

#Youtube #madou monogatari #puyo puyo #japanese translation #sega #waku waku puyo puyo dungeon #arle nadja #draco puyo puyo #draco centauros

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kill-the-feels · 7 months

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the most dangerous thing is to love ~ ch. IV

a/n: hey besties!! it's been a hot minute since i've been on here and even longer since i updated this, but i come bearing a fun chapter so i hope you'll forgive me! i've also got the next four or five chapters plotted out, so the next few updates should be quicker in coming! thanks to everyone who's waited and loved it so far! <3 (previous part) (master list)

warnings: language, lots of snark, references to past injuries, slight horror vibe at the end

word count: ~4.9k

You crouch behind Fett as he lays flat against the edge of the cliff, eyes squinting in the blistering sunlight.

The crystal water all around you shimmers in the distance, the dark forest and cave system between you and the shore.

“I don’t see anything,” he says. You creep up beside him, mirroring his pose, lest you fall over the side.

This is the highest point on the island, a rocky hill that left the both of you winded on the climb up.

“Nothing?” you repeat. He gives you a wicked side-eye, the kind that gives a blaster bolt a run for its money, irritation at your questioning evident.

“Nothing. You’re positive it was bones you found?” You clench your jaw, his skeptical tone grating. This is the third time the two of you have been over this.

“Unless sticks are shockingly white and humanoid. And carry ancient med kits.” He snorts beside you, wiggling himself back away from the ledge.

“This little island is clearly uninhabited. And there are no signs of life. Which makes the presence of another human-”

“Disturbing, to say the least,” you interrupt. He glares at you.

“And unlikely.” You glance at the horizon. Empty, same as it has been.

“Or like us — unlucky. Who’s to say they weren’t like us? Survivors who washed up here, survived as long as they could, then died.” You paint a morbid picture, and Fett makes a face.

“This cannot be the only island on the whole planet. Someone has to be out there.” He's trying to be logical about this whole thing, but you remain unconvinced.

“Maybe. But I don’t like our odds.” Fett fiddles with a button on his wrist, and you watch as it blinks red twice, then shuts off.

“Damn it,” he mutters under his breath, hurrying back the way you came before you can ask any questions. ~~~ The climb back down takes the rest of your afternoon, and the two of you retreat back into the caves as night sets in, building a fire and sitting closer to it for warmth.

“We need food,” you say, halving a ration bar and passing him half. He scowls at it.

“These taste like shit,” Fett says bluntly. You nibble on the edge of it, trying to make it last, so you can trick your stomach into thinking it’s more food than it is.

“I’m sorry, I’ll have the chef prepare something else for next time,” you say, and he glares at you, his favorite pastime.

“If someone hadn’t tossed my helmet, it’d be easier to find things to eat.” You make a face, sticking your tongue out at him like a three-year-old. Always about that damn helmet.

“We could also fish," you suggest. "Got to be plenty of those.” Fett pokes a stick in the fire, ignoring you.

“Tomorrow you’re showing me where you found the bones,” he says instead. Unease slithers down your spine.

“I’d rather not go back there.” He finally glances at you, disdain barely masked on his face.

“Afraid of the nexu?” You clench your jaw, grabbing your own stick to poke the fire with.

“No.” It’s the truth. It’s not the nexu that leaves your skin crawling. It’s the idea of being back in that spot. Everything was so still and quiet, and you can’t shake the sensation that something else was there besides the nexu, watching you.

“If you found the med kit there, odds are there are other supplies. We’re going back.” His tone leaves no room for argument, and you bite off another corner of your ration bar, gathering your courage to poke the proverbial bear again.

“Why are you the one calling all the shots?” You interrupt the silence, unable to let it go. Fett doesn't respond at first, instead twisting his stick in the flames, burning a neat circle around the end. His silence is worse than his caustic arguments, because you can't argue with silence.

“I thought this was a truce.” Bitterness seeps into your voice as you try again.

“If you with your infinite knowledge of survival would like to be in charge, then by all means,” he says calmly. A small flame grows on the end of the stick, steadily climbing up its length to his hand. Fett smudges the stick out in the dirt.

The side of his mouth tilts up, just barely, and you gape. Instead of arguing with you, meeting your anger with the plenty of his own that he's got stored up, he does that.

“Did you just make a joke?” Your own stick burns, and you toss it in the fire instead of extinguishing it.

“I don’t make jokes,” he says, stretching out on his back, one hand resting behind his head. You stare at him as he throws the other arm over his eyes.

“You made a joke.” He gives you a noncommittal hum.

“Some of us are trying to sleep,” Fett says. You snatch up another stick, letting it catch fire. When it burns, you hold onto it, torn between smudging it out and burying it in Fett’s ribs.

In the end, you put it in the dirt beside his stick, pillowing your hands under your head and shutting your eyes. ~~~ “Get up.” The foot to the ribs doesn’t feel any better than before, and your eyes fly open, glare ready.

“Good morning to you too, ass,” you mutter. The sun is barely peaking over the hills but the morning is already hot and steamy, with distant creatures calling out in the jungle.

The waves crash against the rocks as you eat the half of the ration bar Fett passes you on his way out of the cave. You’re scrambling to follow, still half-asleep and vaguely confused.

“Easy,” you huff, sliding on loose rocks as you make your way up the hill. “Do you know where you’re going?”

In your haste to follow him, you put your foot down on the wrong rock, and it twists, sending you sprawling on your knees. Fett catches hold of your upper arm before you can slide too far down, hefting you back to your feet.

“We’re meant to be walking, not sliding,” he says. Blowing hair out of your eyes, you watch where you step, until the two of you reach the top of the hill, just outside of the tree line.

“Where do we go from here?” He's looking at you expectedly, like you should just know where to go. You hesitate, trying to remember.

“I was trying to head to the beach, where we washed up,” you say. “And I know I headed downwards, pretty much straight in.” You bite your lip, unsure how to tell Fett that you basically stumbled onto the spot.

He glances at the sky.

“You have no idea where we should be going,” he says. It isn’t a question.

“I know the general idea. Just… be quiet and let me think.” After the nexu attacked you, it was a miracle you managed to make it back. The green all looks the same, and you have a feeling that the less you try to navigate, the more the your instinct takes over. Plus, the cave is next to the water, so you were able to follow the sound of the waves as you got close enough.

But as you walk forward, the jungle starts to look a little less confusing, certain landmarks seeming familiar. Fett follows silently behind you, shoving leaves and branches out of his way with more force than is probably strictly necessary.

He says nothing, but gradually his breathing gets heavier, like he’s struggling to keep up, still recovering from being sick. You round the corner, into a small, open area littered with rocks.

“Let’s stop for a minute,” you say. Fett glances around, eyes tracing the line of the trees.

“Is this where you were?” he asks, leaning on a waist-high rock. You shake your head.

“No, I don’t recognize any of this. But I need a breather.” The look he gives you is not amused.

“So we keep walking.” He starts off, headed in what feels like the complete wrong direction. With a groan, you hurry after him.

“We can keep walking all you want, but I’m telling you, I need to take a breather, and so do you, and I’m not sure which way I-”

Fett takes another step forward and something clicks under his foot. He freezes and you react on instinct, holding your breath.

“What was that?” He glances back at you without moving, then looks down, lips set in a grim line. Slowly, he crouches, keeping his feet in the same position, until he can brush the leaves and detritus of the jungle away.

His spine stiffens, ramrod straight, and more telling than anything he could say with his words.

“It’s a mine,” he says, voice flat and without any emotion. He's way too calm for the situation, in your opinion. You squint at the ground, just able to make out the top of a durasteel circle.

“Why is there a fucking mine?” you ask, voice a horrified whisper. Fett looks around as he carefully stands back up.

“I don’t know. But there are probably more. Are there any under your feet?” You crouch, maintaining your position the same way he did, and carefully clear away the leaves covering the ground around you.

“I don’t see any.” Fett’s jaw clenches.

“Go back the way we came,” he says. “Watch your feet, trace your steps as best you can.”

“And you?” He eyes the distance between you two.

“Just go.” You shake your head.

“No, we can come up with something. We’re a team now, remember?” He rolls his eyes.

“As if you’d ever let me forget.” Instead of stepping away, you step closer.

“For once in your fucking life, can’t you listen?” he says, angry. “If you step on one, at best we’re both screwed, at worst, we both die.” You stop moving.

“Okay. Since we’re stuck — for now — let’s discuss: why are there mines?” You add the “for now” when he glares at you.

“You’ll be happy to know this counts as a sign of life,” Fett says. “And is one hell of a disturbing way to find out.” Thunder rumbles above the two of you.

“It definitely ranks above the bones,” you say. The wind whistles through the trees, brushing over your skin, leaving chills in its wake.

“Bones can’t kill you.” He looks above him, at the way the clouds are steadily thickening.

“What do we do?” Fett looks behind him, at the way the two of you came. He sighs, rubbing his hands down his face.

“I don’t suppose you have secrets skills with defusing bombs hidden up your sleeve.” You’d almost believe it was a joke, except you know Fett and find it hard to believe he’s joking right now. You’re certainly not laughing.

“Sorry, fresh out of that one,” you say, wiping the sweat off your forehead. Fett closes his eyes, seeming to gather himself before he looks at your fingers.

“Alright. Do exactly as I say.” He reaches for one of the pouches on his belt, pulling out a tiny blade and a little pointed rod of durasteel. When you hesitate, he shakes them at you, drawing you closer.

You move carefully, examining the ground before you shuffle your feet forward until you’re right in front of him.

“What now?” Fett crouches a little, trying to get a good look at the mine.

“Clean it off some more — carefully — so we can see what we’re working with. There should be a place to unscrew the casing. That’s what the pointed piece is for. Tell me when you’ve done that.”

Gently, holding your breath lest you breathe too hard and set the damn thing off, you scrape away dirt and leaves until the muddy mine stares up at you. There’s a raised circular section, with dirt caked into what looks like a tiny X.

“Unscrew there,” Boba says, and you flex your fingers to try and work out the shakiness.

“No problem. Anything else while I’m down here? Some refreshments, maybe?” He scoffs.

“Cut the shit and focus on what you’re doing.” You save the choice words you’ve got for him because it takes too much of your concentration to make sure the little rod is fitting correctly in the corroded X of the screw.

Slowly, it gives way and starts to twist.

“Wait until it’s almost all the way free, then switch to your fingers and twist — slowly. When you get it out, put it to the side and pry the casing open just enough to see what’s inside. Try not to disturb any wires.” He makes the instruction sound like something as simple as baking.

“How am I meant to pry it open and not disturb any wires?” The screw loosens dangerously and you quickly grab at it with your fingers, giving it the final few twists it takes to pull it all the way out. You set it and the rod to the side. Taking a deep breath, you ready yourself for the hard part.

“Get at an angle where you can see down inside without moving it too much. Tell me what you see.” You make a face, the angle required putting your face right next to his leg.

The proximity is weird and makes the situation even worse. Squinting, you try to make out what’s under the dirt.

“Bunches of wires,” you mutter.

“I know that,” Fett says, and you can hear the eye roll. “What color?”

Your head is fully pressed against his leg now, fingers trying to delicately crack open the side some more.

“Brown,” you say finally. “And a blue and white one. Maybe a black one under all that? Or a dark grey?” He huffs.

“Which? It’s important to know.” And really, it shouldn’t surprise you that Fett knows how to disarm a mine. He is the Boba Fett after all.

“Black,” you say decisively, because either you’re right or you’ll be dead wrong and blissfully dead so you don’t have to hear about how you were wrong.

“Cut the brown wire.” You look at the blade in your hand.

“Uh, not to question you, but that was awful quick. Are you sure, buddy?” He looks down at you, where your head is still pressed to his leg.

“Cut the brown wire,” he says through gritted teeth.

Slowly, you stab the blade into the gap, trying to not to touch any other wires. Your heart is racing, skin buzzing with anticipation.

Ever so gently, you turn the blade, watching in fascination as it severs the brown wire.

It is a win, you suppose, that you don’t immediately blow up.

But Fett still has to move his foot.

“Is it cut?” he asks. You nod, already carefully backing away.

“Get back here,” he says, “and cut the blue and white one.”

“I have to cut more?” You’re not proud of the way your voice whines. He glares at you, not even dignifying you with a response.

This time, you’re less careful, slicing your way through it.

“And now the dark grey one?” you ask. He jerks his gaze down to you.

“You said it was black!” Is that fear in his voice?

“I meant black, calm down.”

“Don’t touch the last wire. Back up.” You hold your breath, watching.

Your heart bangs against your rib cage as Fett slowly inches his weight off.

There’s a click and you squeeze your eyes shut. Waiting.

It doesn’t blow.

“Fuck,” he hisses, resting his palms on his thighs, catching his breath. You sigh in relief and he pins you with an unamused stare.

“Some thanks for saving your life would be nice,” you say, and he ignores you. The thunder is louder this time, vibrating against your bones.

“Let’s get moving,” Fett orders, as a few fat raindrops start to fall on your heads.

“Back to camp?” you ask, and he shakes his head.

“It’d take too long. Let’s find somewhere to hunker down.” The two of you set off in the opposite direction, moving as quickly as you can as the rain picks up. ~~~ He’s damn lucky.

Squinting through the curtain of rain, Boba follows you as the two of you try to find somewhere to take shelter.

It makes him wish he had his helmet, but he’s not complaining, because he’s damn lucky.

Even now, his hands are still shaking so badly that he keeps them clenched into fists, ignoring the way his legs feel weak and wobbly. He’ll take that to his grave, thank you very much.

But still, being forced to confront his own mortality twice in less than a week is not doing great things for his mental space, especially when he has to deal with you, instead of having peace and quiet to process everything.

“Up ahead,” he calls, seeing a rocky overhang that juts out enough to offer some cover.

Cold rain runs down the back of his neck, slipping underneath the collar of his flight suit and sending shivers down his spine.

It worsens his mood, his frustration making it hard to concentrate. You slide underneath the rock, the space just big enough for the two of you to sit shoulder-to-shoulder, heads brushing the rock above you.

“I hate the rain.” Boba blinks at you as the words slip from the both of you in unison.

“Ha,” you say, nudging your shoulder with his. He shoves back, disliking the contact. “Figures we’d have something in common.” Boba scowls out at the grey curtain cutting the two of you off from the rest of the world.

Rain makes his bones ache, makes him feel cold and clammy, and it’s just so loud.

“It’ll pass,” he says, not sure if he’s reassuring himself or you. You glance at him.

“I know. But if you get sick again, I’m going to be pissed.” He rolls his eyes.

“Not gonna get sick.” You don’t look convinced, your hands twisting in your lap. Rainwater that must have been collecting above him gushes over the side of the rock, running down his side, soaking him. Boba glares, biting back the groan and unintentionally shifting closer to you.

“Easy, big guy,” you say, and he looks down to find your hand in the center of his chest piece as he ends up nearly in your lap.

“It’s getting too wet over here,” he says, glad that his brown skin hides the way he can feel his cheeks getting hot.

With a long-suffering sigh, you scoot over, towards the edge on your side, and he moves closer, hating that his options are touching you or sitting in the small waterfall.

“If it isn’t raining, it broiling hot,” you say. “I wish we could just have one day with moderate temperatures and nothing trying to kill us. No cliffs, no killer cats, and no fucking mines.” Boba snorts.

“I dunno. Mines and cliffs are easy enough to avoid. If there wasn’t any challenge, we might get bored.” You roll your eyes at him, and Boba looks away, momentarily distracted by the strange jump in his chest.

It’s the physical contact, he decides. He hasn’t had something like that in years, not since Jango died. Obviously, he’s had lovers. But it’s different, a quick release that ends just as soon as it’s begun.

The last time he sat this close to someone? And didn’t do anything else, but just sat? He couldn’t say.

“What if it doesn’t let up? Do we camp here?” You make a good point, but he’s not exactly sure where the two of you are, and the rain makes it hard to see where you’ve been. Trying to navigate your way back to camp could prove fatal.

“We don’t have to make a decision yet,” he says, giving you a non-answer that has you rolling your eyes again.

“Sure thing, boss,” you mutter, tilting your head back and closing your eyes. Your brow stays furrowed, like you’re thinking about something that’s troubling you. Boba stares at the rain, willing it to stop. It doesn’t work. It never does, but it didn’t stop him from trying when he was a little boy and it doesn’t stop now.

“How does a person like you end up on a bounty hunter’s radar?” he asks, hating the silence. You open one eye, glancing at him, unamused.

“You know how. It’s the same as it always is.” Objectively, he knows the answer. Jabba put the bounty out, so it has something to do with the Hutts. It’s why he took this job.

But he wants to know what exactly you, of all people, did to merit being hunted down, other than being a wise-ass.

You clench your hands in your lap, twisting your fingers around each other. There’s a barely contained anger there, simmering just below the surface. He recognizes it because he sees it in himself, an odd realization to have.

“That can’t be the whole story,” he prods. “You weren’t worth the fuel it took to find you.” Your jaw clenches and you stare pointedly into the rain.

“And yet, it is.” You don’t offer anything else, just take a few measured breaths in and out, calming your temper. It’s a little impressive actually, to see that you are capable of reigning in your blistering comments. ~~~ You know what he’s doing. He’s probing, trying to learn more about you. What you don’t know is why. You two might be allies, but you’re certainly not friends.

He scraps a spare blade over the side of the rock, sharpening it.

Most likely he’s asking because he still can’t believe that the Hutts are really that petty. Regrettably? They are.

Fett shifts beside you, his knee brushing yours, and you resist the urge to shove him away. You’re cranky right now, back stiff and stinging with the stitches.

And just when you’d started to dry out from the last afternoon thunder shower, here you are, soaking wet again.

Your head hurts too, most likely from dehydration and hunger, and you’re to the point where you just want to tear into something with your hands. Fett’s looking more and more like a solid target, especially if you have to keep sitting in close quarters like this.

“Something is jamming my fucking signal,” Fett says, breaking the silence. Slowly, you turn to look at him.

He shows you the same button on his wrist he was messing with when you climbed to the high point on the island. Once more, it blinks red twice, then shuts off.

“It’s not just dead?” you ask, unsure how it works.

“No, it’s not dead. This thing is meant to be used in emergencies. It’s powerful and can pick up any frequency. When it can connect. Even if there’s no one in the area, it should let me transmit something out, to be heard if someone gets near us.” You hear the unintentional emphasis on “if.” Not knowing exactly where you are in the galaxy makes this ten times harder.

For all you know, the two of you could be in the far reaches, where people rarely — if ever — make it.

“Have you been trying it out this whole time?” He gives you his signature side-eye, before slapping it a little harder.

“When I’ve been awake and able, yes. I’m not an idiot.” Your mouth opens of its own volition, the scathing reply poised to leap off your tongue, Fett unintentionally setting you up perfectly.

And just like that, it quits raining, saving you from most likely putting your foot in your mouth again and starting another fight with Fett.

The last remnants of rain drip down the branches of the trees, soaking into the ground, filling the jungle with a quiet hush. You peer into foliage, watching as a steamy mist rises up from the warm ground.

Now that the rain has stopped, it’s humid, everything around you clammy. Fett wastes no time brushing past you, slicking his hair back, the curls unruly and wet.

He peers into the jungle around you, eyes scanning the foliage.

“Does any of this look familiar?” he asks, and you’re tempted to say yes, just so he thinks you’re more useful than you currently are.

“No,” you say honestly. “I think we made a wrong turn.” Fett rolls his eyes.

“There is no ‘we’ in this. You got us lost.”

“Ehh,” you say, face screwing up. “Maybe technically, but really I told you from the beginning. I don’t know how I got there.” His scoff is filled with contempt, and he shoves your shoulder.

“That way. That’s the direction of the caves. We’ll try again tomorrow.” The prospect of spending another day hiking through the jungle in the broiling heat and inevitable rain does not fill you with joy, but you figure it’s in your best interest not to argue right now.

So you stomp forward, crashing through the foliage, generally being as loud as you can, because you’re learning that the creatures who inhabit this island dislike the noise and tend to run from it.

You round the corner of another large boulder, and freeze.

The tree.

In the misty steam rising from the jungle floor, it’s not as clear as it was the last time, but it’s definitely the tree, the same moss covering it as last time. There’s the pool beside it; you're unable to see the waterfall trickling down, but able to hear it in the hushed stillness all the same.

Fett rams into your back, nearly knocking you over, and you don’t even protest at the sudden sharp pain from your stitches.

You just keep staring at the tree, the mist moving all around, like another entity.

Your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth, unwilling to break the silence, even to tell him this is it. The sun is still overhead, and if you look behind you, you can see it peeking through the trees. But in front of you, this tree and its little haven, remain shrouded in shadows.

Your eyes fall to the base of the tree, where you know the patch of grass rests, housing the long-forgotten bones.

You force your foot forward, having difficulty picking it up, like you’re slogging through layers of mud.

You shouldn’t be here.

The words come unbidden to your mind, whispered as clear as day, like someone spoke them into your ear. Fett hasn’t moved either, looking between you and the tree. He squints at something, resting on a root beside the tree. The dark shape looks familiar, and you’re fairly certain it wasn’t here last time.

A cold wind whistles through the trees above your head, stirring the mist and rushing over your arms, like two cold hands.

You back up a step, bumping into Fett again. Something is wrong here. You shouldn’t be here. There’s a pregnant pause, the anticipation nearly killing you, everything in your body telling you to run.

You blink. Once. Twice.

The mist fades away. Gradually, the sun seeps into the clearing, the cold wind replaced by the same balmy breeze everywhere else on the island.

In the absence of the mist, you can see what the shape is.

“Is that my fucking helmet?” Fett speaks first, disrupting the silence and causing you to jump. He charges forward before you can stop him, and you have no choice but to follow, feet no longer stuck to the ground.

He snatches it up and spins on you, finger pointed in accusation.

“Is this why you didn’t want to come here? Why you’ve been leading me in fucking circles? Real funny.” You’re shaking your head, genuinely afraid, but not of him. It feels like he’s disturbing something, being too loud when he should grab the helmet and get the hell out of here.

“I didn’t know,” you whisper. “It wasn’t here last time. I swear.” Your eyes fall to the patch of grass, the bright green almost unnatural against the dark moss.

Is there—? Yes, just there, the white of the bone. Only, it looks like it’s been rearranged, because you definitely left that thing sticking up more.

“Fett, we need to go,” you say softly, and he must hear something in your voice that your words are not saying, because he blinks and looks around for the first time.

The leaves brush together above you, sounding like a crowd whispering. Debating something. The sun shifts again, slipping out of the clearing, and you watch as the mist starts to swirl back up. The cold returns, and you take a quick step back, as shivers race up and down your spine.

Fett tugs his helmet on and reaches for a blaster.

“Don’t,” you risk calling. “Let’s go.” You take another step back, out of the clearing, into the sunny jungle. Fett looks back at the tree one more time, before he follows you.

Neither of you speak for the entire trek back to the cave.

When the sun sets, Fett tightens his grip on his blaster, and you notice the way he stokes the fire higher, until it lights up every corner of the cave.

#boba fett x reader #boba fett x you #reader insert #listen I know mines don't work like that but this is SW so we're pretending #I wrote this and then let it percolate over the summer while having an identity crisis #but here we are finally and doing much better <3 #thanks for reading!! <3

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