#destroy me and put me in a wheelchair sir-

[we-dragons]

I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 6 Damian x reader

Professor X sat in his wheelchair glancing around the room he hums his eyes pouring over all that there was finally landing on Robin. He gives me a look gesturing over at him.

"He informed me about The Crows sir, apparently they have gone under the radar, they've killed three people and the system didn't go off. At first, I thought we still had time, I treated a wound he had it he had come in contact with one and fought it. You know like how Wolverine did, I treated the cut and it's gone, but I was sure they were still in the dream state. But he got injured saving those left how survived probably not far from here, but the fact we didn't even receive the ring can only mean...they've returned under complete control again."

Concern fills the face of professor X, he turns to Robin, who shifts uncomfortably by the entrance of my kitchen. "Who are you then?"

"Robin."

The professor nods not even turning from his spot, he looks over Robin as if completing an inspection.

"How much does this Robin Know Dreki, about you, and The Crows?"

"I told him about the Jal-sein, the old race before the collective mind sharing, and he knows about my box of scales." Professor sighs.

"How did you meet him."

"When he broke through my window last week, infected."

"You gave him some scales to purge poison."

"Yes sir."

"Very good," He moves back to his original spot in the middle of the room. "You have been permitted to stop them at all costs if you must. Your uncle will be here soon to help you kill whatever has brought them back, in the meantime try not to use the stones. We don't want to attract more trouble than what has already been done."

"You're allowing me to put my powers to use?"

"As long as you don't wear it out, vibranium is not easy to turn into clothing."

"What a minute!" Robin's voice carried out through the room. "Just what's going on?"

"Robin," Professor X starts. "your world is being invaded by the Crow so that you become one of the many planets they have drained of life. And to do it they need a vessel that can contain the leader of the Jal-sein, Hok'mor." Professor X looks at him, his use

"And?" Robin says his face remaining unreadable

"I was the vessel, I escaped, destroyed the flagship and the army they had." I shiver moving out from my room to the box still lying on the kitchen table. "They were after the life of my home, so then I became a weapon for my planet." I pull out a bag of coins from the box.

"And what do you intend to do now (Y/N), destroy them yourself." Robin stands in the entryway, professor X stands behind him.

"Yes," I turn to him a chakram and the bag of coins in hand. "so unless you know how to obliterate a bird in 15 seconds or less you need to forget this ever happened and never come back."

"So, why tell me any of this, why tell me about anything why expose yourself?"

"So you can tell your family and friends and hopefully, just maybe you can survive. Because knowing them keeps them out of your head, but too much knowing allows them to enter." I pick up Nightmare, he crawls up to my shoulder and I head out of the kitchen, Robin makes room for me but just barely. I open my closet and pull out the last thing I have, two letters one written in my mother's signature ink and the other in my own handwriting, I hold them out to the professor.

"You know there is nowhere left for me to run professor if I end out getting caught...I just want him to have this. In my letter, papers are containing the custody terms for my brother to Uncle. I just need you to grab them to complete the transfer." Professor X slowly takes the letters where they rematerialize on his side.

"Good-bye Dreki, I will see that these get to your Brother."

Professor fades out of the com, and it clicks turning off, I pick it off the floor and slip it into the pocket of my sweatpants. I pulled out the chakram ready to leave a mark on my hand, I only needed a little bit of blood to completely transform when Robin coughs gaining my attention. He leans against the wall to the left of me now glaring at my form, Nightmare growls at the boy from the corner of my eye I see his fangs getting slightly bigger.

"Are you making it a habit to ignore me while I'm here?"

"No, But I do need you to leave, you can't stay here anymore." I begin to push him out the door in the kitchen, he slaps my hands away confusion leaving his face replacing it's with anger. He open's his mouth and I put a magic orange circle on his head.

"You Robin son of batman, found this information interrogating one of the monsters. It spoke in a language that was foreign but somehow understood all of it. You have made no such connection to the girl Y/N M/N, you did not see a man from another dimension, you came back to thank her for her help you had some tea and you were just leaving." I flick my hand and the circle vanishes, his head lowers for a moment as the information in his head readjusts. He moves to the balcony edge turning to face me the scowl returned to his face.

"Thank you for the tea." he pulls out a grappling hook and leaves without another word. I sigh moving to the same device I used to contact the professor. Picking it up I hold it to my mouth.

"Find me the closest thing to a sorcerer supreme, name and whereabouts contact them when you get there."

I toss it back onto the floor and it roars to life to give me a purple image of the earth and orange magic circles to tracking and moving. I move to my couch and fall asleep waiting for this day to take me.

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I wake the next day with the globe still searching for my request I sigh and get ready for work. I thank god that it's just the coffee shop below me, I work on the weekends mostly unless they need an extra member of staff then it's just me and the older lady and her husband. They both owned the building and the shop they helped me get the apartment set up and showed me how to work the coffee machines. I don't really drink coffee though after seeing what a raving maniac my dad became without it, also it was just so bitter no matter how much sugar I put into it. I partially blame my heightened scenes that came with my abilities, so I got free white hot chocolates and any extra flavors I wanted as long as I did my job and chatted with them for a while.

I asked them personally to stay away while I was sick, so they wouldn't be affected. When I get down the stairs Martha, the elderly lady beams thankful that I'm feeling better.

"I so glad you are doing well dear, I know the acidity in our rain makes you sick so Glenn and I got you this umbrella." She hands me a purple umbrella that still has a tag on it, it reads for sun and rain.

"You didn't have to do this Martha, I told you I'm not good with gifts, you already let me stay here on the government's program and gave me a job here, you and Glenn have already done so much." She pushes the umbrella farther into my chest.

"No you do so much for us, you work without complaint, you've also taken care of us and our granddaughter when she came over. When you were sick we were so worried about you so you going to take it or I can give you more gifts."

"Thank you very much."I smile brightly. She pats my shoulder and gestures to the counter to start the machines.

Once all the machines are started, the desserts are placed and the base coffees are made I open shop. Customers come in and some lounge around in the chairs or couches drinking coffees and either studying or chatting with their friends. Molly usually comes on Sunday as one of our regulars, so I would see her then. A few of our regulars are happy to see I'm back at work one of the other tenants gave me a green bean casserole and a hug. It's 5 O'clock and I make a cappuccino as I finish I hear the door open and the bell ring on the counter.

The black-haired blue-eyed male I had gotten to know as detective Richard Grayson, came in every other day at 5, he normally talks often while I tried to take his order. So I memorized what he usually gets so he doesn't block the register so I can still make the register.

"Hey Y/N I'll take the usual."

"I thought so," I hand him his drink " one cappuccino."

He takes his coffee and moves to the bar we have set up if you wanted to watch the process and it's only then I see the other people behind him, one pissed-off looking male with a cigarette in his mouth, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne. I look back to Richard he smiles at me leaning onto the bar.

"They came with me this time, It's family bonding time."

"You mean you dragged us out of the house to grab a coffee from this place cause you have a schedule."

"It's bonding Jason! Bonding!"

The two began arguing in the shop, I return my attention to the other two boys. Tim as at the counter puts a ten-dollar bill on the counter, while Damian does the same.

"Give me a regular coffee, black, large cup."

"Tea, no sugar, regular size."

Their voices crowed each other but since this happens frequently it was easy enough to at least get their orders down.

"Sure here's your change." I look back to the two arguing and I see Jason didn't put out his cigarette. He taps it and the ash of his drug falls to the floor.

Sighing I move out of the workspace gabbing a tong and a wastebasket, I take out the cigarette and throw it in the bin now gaining the full attention of Jason. I give him a stern look he seemed to freeze, bitting back any words he might have prepared to say before.

"Sir, I am not sure if I made we've previously made It but there is a strict no smoking policy. As you see we have many elderly, and young children in our establishment." I smile but I know my face is full of malice. "But please enjoy your stay at our cozy corner of our fine and fair city." I move back behind the counter start on some of my orders, I look at Jason again the smile still on my face.

"Would you like anything?" He gives me an odd look.

"White hot chocolate, Large," he nods his head over at Richard. "Put it on his tab."

"We don't have a tabs sir, he works for the police."

"So?"

"He gets Free coffee." He gawks at me as if I told him the sky was black, and I see Richard trying to contain his laughter.

"You give that guy free coffee?"

"It's a store policy." I pass out the coffee and the tea and I see from the corner of my eye he pulls out a flask. I grab the tongs again and clap them together, Jason looks at me then grumbles putting the flask back in his jacket, and instead pulls out a five and hands it to me. I take it from him gingerly and head straight to work on his order. I hand him both his spare change and his drink, and the complimentary cookie bag that came with it. He gives me another look.

"They come with a drink." I leave and continued my chores around the shop.

"You are doing much better (m/n)." I whip my head around and look at Damian who's behind me on the other side of the counter. His companions seemed to be in deep conversation amongst themselves.

"Yes, I'm doing just fine, it happens occasionally but nothing like a good cup of tea and a few nights rest couldn't fix." I go back to cleaning the counter.

"You were sick for much longer than that."

"Yeah...it happens." I change the topic to "Did you think of anything for the project?"

"Why not make a model, there is not really much to do with it anyway." I gasp dramatically.

"Not much to do with an astrolabe! You clearly didn't read the whole paper!" By now I have caught the attention of his group. Damian frowns.

"No, your paper was written very well, I just don't think we need to dwell too much on this project seeing as how we really are not presenting." I had heard that bit from Molly.

"I suppose your right." I put away the cleaning supplies and turn back to him. "I'll get started on a model right away!"

"You will do no such thing." His voice is stern. "I will come back later and work on it with you," He moves his chair back and heads out the door.

His companions follow quickly after him and they say their goodbyes.

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As promised, he came a few hours later right as my shift ended and another person came for the second half of the day. I moved the glowing tracker to my room so it wouldn't gather any extra attention.

"I have supplies, what is all of that?" my brows furrow staring at the bulging plastic bag in his hand while I turn the keys in my locks. opening the door.

"I wasn't sure if you were prepared." He moves to the door, my arm shoots in his way stopping him.

"I wouldn't go in quite yet."

"What?"

I put a finger to my lips and crouch slowly to the floor, I shake the key in my hand then slid them across the floor. A ball of black attacks the object just as it crosses the doorway. Nightmare attacks the keys rolling around and bitting.

"Ah yes, observe the feral kitten in his natural habitat." I walk inside the door beckoning Damian to follow. "I would beware he is an ankle bitter. You can set up in the living room I'll just drop this guy off in my room."

"Does he attack all the time?"

"He's been like that since I picked him up, I don't blame him he was born in a rough neighborhood." I set Nightmare on the bed next to the floating version of earth. "Watch it make sure it finishes." then head to the living room. Damian has all his stuff set out on the table. There was veneer, paper, paint, some nails, an Exacto knife, a hammer, and a bag of pipe cleaners.

"This looks like stuff to make a birdhouse," I try and pick up some of the wood that was on the table." you realize cardboard, scissors, and a sharpie would have been enough."

"And here I thought you like polished and neat projects."

"yeah, but even with cheap materials you can still create a masterpiece."

"You don't do anything nice for yourself self do you?"

"Dude the most expensive thing I own is a cat who attacks me." I sigh, I sketch out a design for the astrolabe. "Well, why don't you start on the Mater, I'll get to work on the plate for our side of America."

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"3 hours of hard work and I got to say it's not bad." I hold the fished product, It's attached to a string of green yarn. "The calculations are down to point." I put it down, I clean up the mess that's on the floor of the living room.

"About the last time we saw each other, I'm sorry."

"It's fine, you probably knew about me from the news already, the big myste#wayne#scifi#damian#bruce#bats#fanfiction#xreader#characterxreader#jason todd#tim drake#character x reader#mxf#fxm#batboys#batboys x reader#Damianxreader#X reader#DC#Marvel#MarvelxReader#DCxreader#batfam#mutants#Damian Wayne x reader ry of the missing journals. So many interviews." I dump the trash in the kitchen, saying that last part mostly to my self.

"You forgive too easily."

"I'm not as forgiving as you think, honestly you view me too highly it that's what you believe. Would you like something before you leave?"

"No, but I have something for you before I go." I open the door to my room and let Nightmare out.

"Oh?" He's already at the door and pulls a shiny gold card from his pocket, he hands it to me.

"Father thought it would be good to meet you."

"Because I'm the daughter of a famous dead professor, is he going to ask about the journals too?"

"No, this is to apologize for my previous behavior."

"Oh," I take the card looking at it uneasily. "I don't think I can go to this, I don't do well at parties."

"Not a very good excuse." He smirks.

"I'll think about it." I push him out the door and give him the Astrolabe, closing the door slowly. " I'll see you at school."

I look at the card again, It's like the parties mom went to I knew them well. While some were nice, others were nice only in their face. I laugh slightly to myself, Molly already called me earlier telling me I was her plus one to the same thing. This was already suspicious enough as it is. I look at Nightmare who cocks his head at me.

"You think I should go, don't you?" the furball nods

"Fine. I was going to be forced into this anyway."

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[batarella]

The Commander - Part 12 (Arkham Knight x Reader)

We’ve reached the point where the events take place in the Arkham Knight video game!!! I found these more difficult since I wanted to stay true to the source material. The timing isn’t perfect but I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY.

WORDS: 3239 WARNINGS: BATMAN ARKHAM KNIGHT SPOILERS, ARKHAM KNIGHT AUDIO LOGS SPOILERS, VIOLENCE, JASON FLUFF, AND A LIL ASS GRAB

Masterlist

THE COMMANDER - MASTERLIST

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The Arkham Knight to Ace Chemicals.

Deathstroke to Stagg Airships.

And Deadshot, the Militia Commander, to the abandoned Killinger’s Department Store. The Arkham Knight Headquarters.

Five trucks and two choppers surround the building. Crates for the weapons were being unloaded, drones being dropped off by the helicopters, some driving off into the tunnels and the rest through the main entrance.

The Commander held a gun to a police officer’s forehead, who was on his knees, his hands behind his head, and was trembling. Five others lined up beside him. They were found in the mall before any of the soldiers got there.

“Call off your reinforcements. Now.”

They looked up at the Commander’s chilling white mask, at the red gun optics where an eye hole was supposed to be. She looked positively terrifying. The police officer gulped, then lowered his hands to pick up his radio.

“What kind of army are you?” the officer beside him asked. The Commander pointed the gun at him. “You be quiet.”

He saw this as a chance. Instead of a radio, the officer quickly pulled out his pistol and fired at the Commander. Everyone else flinched at the gunshot.

The officer dropped his gun, then his whole body fell to the floor. His blood leaked out of the bullet hole right out where his nose was supposed to be, and smoke came out of the second pistol the Commander quickly pulled out before the officer had even moved.

She pointed the two guns at the remaining cops.

“Any of you want to do it?”

The one in the middle swallowed hard, finally thinking it right to pick up his radio.

“Commissioner, this is Officer Chang.”

A ball of sweat poured out when the commander clicked the trigger.

“Call off reinforcements to Killinger’s Department Store.”

He turned the radio off, then threw it to the ground.

“All your weapons. On the ground,” the commander ordered. All of them did as told. “Sergeant. Make sure they don’t escape. Anyone see us?”

“None so far. We’re good to go.”

“Get all the trucks out of here. Make sure no one finds us.”

Cameras. They should be here. Somewhere.

Even with the building abandoned, she could feel some where staring at her.

At the far end, on a street light. Deadshot raised her arm and pulled on the gun on her wrist. The optics on her eye flashed its signature. The camera exploded and the lights flashed red, yellow, and green at the same time.

There was another one. By the building across them. Her optics picked up the movement and she fired at it before it could fully turn at her direction.

The last one could be ignored. It was ten stories up, by a skyscraper. It only barely got a glimpse of the entrance to the shopping mall.

But she wasn’t taking the chance.

From such a distance, Deadshot raised her arm and fired from ten stories down, right at the almost microscopic security camera installed at an office ceiling.

The glass window blew up and there was a flash of light coming from the building, until her optics detected nothing more than just ceiling bulbs.

Done. It was safe.

She watched the officer’s dead body being taken away. He had a family. A daughter like Zoe. A niece like Y/N. They were waiting for him to come home.

The Commander walked over to the entrance. Sentry guns were being placed, her men marched to the elevators and some passed through the tunnels. She pressed the communicator on her ear.

“Knight. We have the base.”

“Batman is in Ace Chemicals. He’s about to go after Crane. Did they get Barbara Gordon?”

She looked over to the final truck unloading by the entrance. A red-haired woman confined to a wheelchair was being wheeled down to the elevators. She was gagged, laying unconscious while she was taken to the undergrounds.

“Arrived just now. What do we do with her?”

“Just keep her in the base. Crane and I will get there as soon as we can.”

“Copy.” The gates were being pulled down and the lights switched off. The Commander walked into the elevator with the captive.

He said Barbara Gordon worked for Batman, that she was a crucial part in his operations, and that he used to know her when he was still working with Batman.

“Keep her alive,” she said, as the elevator pried open and Barbara was wheeled into the underground base, into a secluded room which she thought used to be a large clothing store. Its window was overlooking most of the base, and she could see what went on outside.

How many innocent people has she hurt? How much guilt did she have to push back her whole life?

“Clear everything. This will be the control room for the drones and the communicators. Take Gordon to the back.”

She went with them to the offices, and just then, the generators turned on. They left Barbara in one of the rooms.

“Knight. Are you here?”

“I’ll come up in a few minutes.”

She told Lieutenant Whitman to wait in front of the closed door, walking back outside where the computers were being set up just outside.

Scarecrow walked in, just as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. He looked at her, head to toe.

“Commander…”

“Crane…” she snarled. She took a seat at the center of the long table and pulled up the camera footage of outside the mall.

No one was outside, and the entrance remained dark. The tunnels were closed, and the Batman was nowhere to be seen. She sees Jason pull up in his motorcycle by the entrance, hiding it behind a dumpster.

“Commander,” she heard her comms buffer while watching the Knight with his hand up to his ear. “I’m at the base.”

“Just walk in to the elevator. What happened at Ace Chemicals?”

“Batman blew the whole place down. But we got what we needed.”

“Good job,” she smirked. “I’m looking at you right now from the control room. I’ve destroyed every other camera and installed new ones from all over the command points and watchtowers going online.”

Jason looked around, finding the camera and looking straight at it.

“Everything looking good?”

“Yes,” she said. “Looking good indeed. That ass looks phenomenal.”

The Knight chuckled under his visor as she watched him walk into the mall. “I’m coming down.”

“You know where to find us.”

She turned her communicators off, then glared at the sergeant looking at her funny. He quickly looked away.

Finally, this was where it all came to be. The bases were all online. On the screen newly set up in front of her, she brought up the live footage from the serpent drones flying above the three islands. Everything was in place.

But one of their bomb mines in Miagani set off an alert.

“A bomb has been hacked, Lieutenant. Send the drones to the coordinates.”

“Yes sir,” her comms spoke into her ear. Tapping onto the controls, she sent a serpent drone to hover above the scene.

And fucking hell, was it something she didn’t expect.

It wasn’t a car. Batman had a fucking tank. Bigger than any of their drones, and so much more than any of them expected.

She sent every drone close to the location to ambush the Batmobile. “Open fire.”

The drones fired their missiles. Rattlers, Diamondbacks, Mambas, and even a Boa, all firing at him. One by one, a drone went offline, and she wanted to rip her hair out from her scalp. “Why did no one tell me about his fucking tank?”

The Batmobile just went on and on, and it fired a 60mm canon right at a Boa, blowing it up after just two shots. She could only watch on, locking onto five different drones and clearing the ambush without so much as a dent. When every drone went offline, the bomb mine hacked, the Commander fell back to her chair.

She suddenly didn’t feel so good.

The Knight came up to the control rooms. He took more time down the elevator than Batman did blowing up all those drones. “Commander.”

“Knight.” She stood up. “Gordon’s in that room.”

He didn’t say anything, and the Commander realized he was looking at her new suit. “Nice job with the HQ.” Jason walked over to the back. “Where’s Crane?”

“He went in there with Barbara.”

“That son of a- Get the hell away from her!” He screamed at Scarecrow just as he swung the door open. Crane shot up, but he took his time.

“Soon, you won't be able to choose who lives or dies from your own doings, Knight.”

“I said get out.”

“Crane,” the Commander said. She walked over and grabbed him by the arm, but Scarecrow shook it off. “Remember what we talked about, Commander…”

He left the room. Commander Y/N looked over to Jason.

“Commander. Can you leave us?”

She looked at him, then at Barbara. Nodding, she left the room, but kept her ear close to the door.

“He’s gone. Did he hurt you?”

“Spare me the good cop, bad cop routine.”

So he cares about her. Fair enough.

He talked about Batman, the same things she’s already known about how he was betrayed, how he kept talking to the Joker hoping it would give him enough time to come rescue him. How he never did.

But then she heard his visor turn up, then it was Jason’s unfiltered voice, screaming at the captive.

The Commander kept at the door.

“Jason, we can fix it.”

“I can fix it! I know now what to do. I take all this pain. All this blackness. And I put it all in a bullet. And I put it right between Bruce’s eyes.”

His voice was breaking as he spoke. She wanted to go after him. But Scarecrow’s boney hand touched her shoulder. She flinched away.

“She’s ready. Be at the undergrounds in fifteen minutes.”

The Commander just watched Crane barge into the door, calling for the Knight to prepare the Cloudburst.

“Someone put a gag on her. Anyone hurts her, they’re a dead man.”

She was the only one nearby. The Commander walked in, took a gag from her pockets and placed it on Barbara’s mouth.

“You’ll be okay,” she whispered to her. Gordon stopped struggling, and a soldier came in bearing a gun.

“Watch over her,” the Knight ordered. At the control center, Scarecrow took a seat. And he brought the camera logged into the Cloudburst up on the screen. “Ten minutes, Knight.”

He nodded at Scarecrow, and the Commander trailed behind him as they headed for the elevators to the undergrounds. The one that lead to a tunnel up to the streets in Founder’s.

The cop’s blood was still probably spilling on the streets. How many people did she hurt by killing him?

Jason pressed the button, and the elevator roared in a twitching buzz.

His silence only pained her. She wanted to hold him tight, but if he wanted that, he would’ve pulled her close himself. Jason inched himself to the corner, his arms shielding his chest. He didn’t want to be bothered.

Nothing has meant more to him than putting an end to Batman’s reign over Gotham.

But what happens then?

What happens to Jason after he’s done what he wanted? When he has Gotham under his feet, when all else has been destroyed?

Y/N watched the walls outside the elevator move up, until suddenly there was a loud crash and the whole thing stopped moving, the lights dimmed out and the noise from the gears came to a halt.

Jason cursed every swear word he knew. “These fucking generators. They’re all over the place.”

“It should be fixed in a few minutes. Don’t worry.” The Commander leaned against the wall. “Are you alright?”

No. He wasn’t. Since they arrived at Gotham the dark cloud over his head just grew darker and stronger, knowing his path to kill the Bat was coming to a close. The Commander stood right beside him and brushed her arm against his larger one.

“Take that thing off. It’s only me.”

Jason pushed the button, then his hand immediately wiped the tears that had been sitting on his cheek. Y/N fell ill, taking off her own mask and pushing her shoulder against Jason’s.

“Talk to me.”

He faced her. “You already know everything.”

“But you’ve never told me yourself. I only had to find out.”

“I’ve told you enough.”

“No,” she said, taking his face. “I don’t think you have.”

He no longer flinched when she did that. Instead, the corners of his mouth curved up, taking her hand and squeezing it. He pulled it away from his face, but kept running his thumb over her fingers.

“I waited for him to come for me. Even after so many months. I never lost hope. But Joker…” he choked. “He just kept beating that hope out of me. He kept me in an abandoned wing at Arkham. No one ever found me. He paid one of the guards to let him in, beat me with a crowbar, tied me to the ceiling, strapped me to a chair, called all his friends to help torture me, did this to my face..”

She laid her head on his shoulder. “I went in there a boy with so much wonder to look at in the world. And when I came out, I was nothing. Emptied out. I only knew anger. I hated everyone around me. And there was nothing I wanted more than to kill him.��

The Commander looked up at him, and he craned his head down so his face was nearer to hers.

“I think I would’ve gone clinically insane without you.”

A kiss to the lips. Already he’d calmed.

“How ‘bout you? How are you holding up?” he asked.

“I’m trying not to think about him. For tonight, at least.”

“You know you can just sit back if you like-“

“I’m fine. I can rest after I take out the Cloudburst.”

He shuffled his arms and took his hand away from hers. “I was meaning to talk to you about that.”

“What about?

“I should be the one to go out there. I want to take him by myself.”

“We talked about this,” she said. “I can blow a tank.”

“And I know you're going to say you’re so much better than me at it.”

“I’m not saying that.”

“With what just happened, with you, your uncle, it’s better if you stay upstairs.”

She just looked annoyed by then. “Jason, I’m taking the Cloudburst.” Jason didn’t answer and kept his head craned down. The Commander scoffed. “You’re not paying me more than a million dollars tonight just to stay behind at the control room.”

“Fine,” he stood in front of her. “Five Cobra drones will be at your escort and I’ll come along in a Serpent when the time comes, or if you need any help. Also, I forgot to give you these.”

He pulled out an earpiece. “This communicator only links to mine. It’s a second one. We have our main, which Batman probably has access to. And this. He wouldn’t be looking for it. Not even Crane knows about it.”

She took it and placed it on her ear. “I’ll be fine.”

“Be careful out there.” His voice was soft.

He wasn’t talking to the Commander. He was talking to Y/N.

Jason slowly held her hips, pulled her close and finally managed a small smile. He kissed her, harder as if saying goodbye. She hugged his neck and leaned in even closer.

At the midst of a city wide apocalypse, she was his only light. And it was true. If not for her, he’d be so engulfed in his own darkness, there’d be no escape, not even if he wanted to climb out of it.

After he kills Batman, he’ll need her more than anything else. He’ll need something to level his ground, to bring out the humanity still left in him.

She knew first hand what it was like killing someone she had a terrible grudge on. It wasn’t the same as killing someone you never knew. It ruins you, drags you to every circle of hell until there’s no where else to go. She had to climb out of that deep pit by herself. And it wasn’t an easy task.

It was partly the reason why she couldn’t bring herself to go to Arkham.

When you thought your life would be a much lighter weight to carry, it only adds to the pain. Jason didn’t need to be told that.

The elevator finally started up, then the lights turned on. He slightly pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers for as long as he could. The Commander held the side of his face and closed her eyes.

“By the way,” he whispered. “I love the new suit.”

His hand grabbed her ass. She jumped up, playfully pushing his arm away. Her laughter was the last thing he heard when the doors pushed open and they pulled away.

The Knight flashed his visor back on. It was there.

She was ready.

The Cloudburst. The beautiful monstrosity that was Scarecrow’s most beloved weapon. The Nimbus Tech was in place right at the front, and it had the much of the toxin, enough to drown a person before they’d even get a glimpse of their fear. The front flashed a dark blue, much like the eyes on the Arkham Knight’s visor, and the gun optics, the Commander couldn’t help but revel in it.

It was the best tank she’ll ever get to man in her life. And she’s been through quite a number.

The gates slowly rolled up, and a soldier stepped out the hatch. It was time. She took one look at Jason, even through the visor.

She wasn’t afraid. She knew she wasn’t going to die tonight.

But she should’ve told him she loved him. Even for the just the slightest chance she might not come back. He deserved to know.

So she had to come back. For him. She still had so much to look forward to. A life outside the militia. A life with Jason. And she had to make sure he’ll be okay. That he wouldn’t have to claw himself out of the darkness, that she’d be there to hold him up. He needed her. Just as much as she needed him.

‘Breathe in. Breathe out.’

She closed her eyes, then climbed up to the hatch.

The gate was fully open, and the five Cobra Drones have been driven out the tunnels. The Commander closed the hatch, settled herself in, and pulled on the lever.

‘Always breathe. Don’t let the world touch your focus, Deadshot.’

Y/N looked onto her scope, still after so many tries. Floyd kneeled down next to her, and brought her hand further out closer to the muzzle. She knew she should have just hit the birds.

At the pull of the trigger, her eyes closed shut. She didn’t want to look. She waited for Floyd’s hand on her shoulder again, or another piece of advice that only did so much to help.

‘Bullseye,’ her uncle said. And she shot up in the air and cried in joy.

It was steak night, tonight. That was what Floyd promised.

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THE COMMANDER - MASTERLIST

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[eleventhdoctorsangel]

Hold on to me cause I’m a little unsteady

Summary: I told that all the people I saw was just my imagination. But the older I got and when it never stopped my parents got worried. Not long after I turned 23 they decided to call Charles Xavier.  Charles Xavier told them that I was a mutant and that it would be best for me to come to his school.

Jean had called Hank and Storm to come to deal with Michael while she and Scott took me back to Charles. We just left Michael where he was. They rushed me back to Professor Xavier’s office. Scott didn’t knock he just burst right in. “Scott.” Jean said under her breathe as she and I followed. “Scott, Jean , Miss Y/n is there a problem?” Professor Xavier asked. “She’s been talking to.” Scott said. “Alex. But that’s the only all Professor.” I said. Professor Xavier made his way over to us. “What is it my dear?” Professor Xavier asked. “Jean had come to get from my room to do some testing and I told her about talking to Alex so she went to get Scott. While she was gone Michael came into the room saying that Jean sent him to finish my testing. I asked him what was the reason she left when he told me the wrong reason I got up to leave he pushed me down. Alex he got really mad at Michael because I was talking to him before Jean came and got me. I told him what Jean told me about Michael. Alex he raised his fist I thought that he was going to hit him. I quickly got back up putting a hand on his shoulder trying to calm him down when this red ring came from his fist and it shot Michael back knocking him out.” I said. “Extraordinary.” Professor Xavier said. “That’s not really all sir. I’m just not sure how to tell you.” I said as I looked down “It’s okay sweetie you can tell him.” Jean said smiling sweetly at him. I looked around to see if Alex had followed us. I saw him standing beside Scott. “Can I tell them?” I asked. “Yeah go ahead. Tell Charles he really got old.” Alex said. I almost started to laugh but I stopped myself. “That’s not nice Alex.” I said. “What did he say?” Scott asked. “He wants me to tell Professor Xavier that he got old.” I said. Which made Scott start to chuckle. “What else did he want you to tell us?” Jean asked. “It was before you have came and got me. I told him about Michael. He was so angry. But I managed to calm him down and he said he thought he felt his heart start to beat again.” I said. “What!” Scott yelled. “Calm down Scott. Now Y/n did you have your hands on him?” Professor Xavier asked. I nodded. “Has anything like this happen before?” Professor Xavier asked. “No sir.” I said. “I think you might have unlocked a new ability. I believe with more training you just might be able to bring him back. Jean can you take her back for some testing to check her brainwave to see what is going on when this happens” Professor Xavier said. “Of course come on Y/n.” Jean said. “Scott will you please stay behind for a few minutes.” Professor Xavier said. Jean and I left the room going back to the room where she had started my testing.

Hank and Storm were still in the room with Michael who was still out cold. “How is he still doing?” Jean asked. “Still unconscious now how exactly did this happened?” Storm asked. “It was because of me. Well more like Alex.” I said. “Scott’s brother but he’s dead and has been dead for years.” Hank said. “It’s was because of my powers. Professor Xavier said after some training I might be able to bring him back.” I said. “Charles wants to do some test to see what triggers it.” Jean said. Jean put the things on my head again.

My testing lasted a few hours and Jean couldn’t find what triggers my new ability. By the time that my testing was done Michael finally started to come to. Jean and I left the room before Michael was fully awake. “Are you hungry? It must have been awhile since you have eaten anything.” Jean asked. “No I’m not hungry at the moment. I might just go back to my room for a bit.” I said. “Alright if you need anything don’t be afraid to come and get me okay.” Jean said. “I will thank you.” I said and walked away making my way to my room. I opened the door to my room and quickly got in closing and locking the door behind me. I leaned against the door as I slide down it and only stopping when I hit the floor. I pulled up my knees to my chest and put my head on my knees. “Are you okay?” I heard someone asked. I looked up to see Alex. “Yeah I’m okay.” I said putting my chin on my knees. Alex came over and sat down beside me. “I know something is bothering you. You can tell me you know that right.” Alex said. “I know. It’s just.” I said as I took my chin off my knees and straighten out my legs. “Just what?” Alex asked as he grabbed my hand. “What if I can’t bring you back? I don’t want to give Scott false hope. If I can’t bring you back his going to hate me.” I said as I put my head on his shoulder. “Scott is not going to hate you. He might be mad for a little while but he will understand that you tried.” Alex said putting is head on top of mine. “What about you then.” I said. “I don’t care if you’ll be able to bring me back or not. I know that you are trying. You just found out that there is a possibly that you might be able to bring people back and you haven’t figured out how exactly how to control it or how it works. I’m willing to wait as long as it takes.” Alex said. “I’m sure that Scott will disagree with you.” I said laughing a little. “Well he’s not getting any younger.” Alex said which made me laugh more. Alex and I continued to talk until I fell asleep. Like before I was stuck into  a dream or a nightmare as I see them.

I was in what seem to be underground of the mansion. I could hear footsteps approaching. A young Professor Xavier, A young if I had to guess Hank, Alex, and then two women I’ve never seen before. One of them had brown hair wearing business style clothes and the other had blonde hair wearing clothes like I would wear. They walked into a room with just a platform and a panel in it. I followed them into the room and stood next to Alex. “Moira I’m going to have to ask you to keep this a secret.” “Professor Xavier said. “I don’t know what this is.” One of the women said. I looked back to see that it was the brown haired woman would said this. So her name is Moira. “It’s Cerebro. The new model.” The blonde haired woman said. “I based the color on.” Hank said as he looked at the blonde woman. She smiled at him and he turned away. “It’s doesn’t matter.” Hank said as he pushed some buttons as Professor Xavier put a helmet on his head and a blue light came from it. Then it became like we were in the night sky and I could hear a lot of voices. Then the small light started to look more like humans. “What are those?” Moira asked. “Those are all the humans and these are all the mutants.” Charles said as the white lights turned red. There was a lot of them. “I’m connected to all of their minds.” Charles said. Moira let out a chuckle. “The CIA would kill for this.” Moira said. “I know they would. Where are you Erik?” Charles said. My head tilted to the side as Professor Xavier started to search for Erik. “Hello old friend. I’m sorry. I am so sorry. I feel your pain. And your loss.” Professor Xavier said. I guess he could hear Erik but we couldn’t. “What happened to them was terribly wrong. But come back to us. I can help you.” Charles said. I looked over at Alex knowing that he couldn’t see me. “Think of your wife think of your daughter. What would they have wanted?” Charles said. I wonder how exactly they die. But I really couldn’t think about them knowing that Alex was about to die and I’m going have to watch it happened. “Hank he’s not alone.” Charles said. Then I stared to hear a whirring sound. “Hey Charles wait.” Hank said as he started to try and fix Cerebro. “Oh my god.” Charles said as everything started to turn purple. “Charles get out! Charles.” Hank said. “I’ve never felt power like this before.” Professor Xavier said. “Charles. Charles get out of there.” Hank said. I walked forward to see Professor Xavier eyes which had turn pitch black. “What’s going on? What’s happening?” Moira asked. “I think. Someone’s taken over Cerebro. They’ve taken control of it.” Hank said. “To do what?” The blonde hair woman asked. “To connect.” Hank said. I started to look around to find anything to show me what was happening. “Charles!” Hank yelled and tried to take the helmet off of him but it zapped Hank. Charles let out a scream. “Hank! Hank do something!” The blonde hair woman yelled. Hank started to punch the panel. But it didn’t work so he started pulling the wires but that too didn’t work. “It won’t shut down.” Hank said. “Alex.” Professor Xavier said. “What?” Alex asked. “Destroy it! Destroy everything. Destroy Cerebro. Wreak Havoc!” Professor Xavier said. No No No I thought as tears came to my eyes. A red beam of light came from Alex’s chest as he started to destroy Cerebro then they came from his hands. Then he stopped destroy Cerebro and weakly started to walk away. A single tear fell as I followed all of them out of the room. Hank and Alex were pushing a weak Professor Xavier out. “Charles are you okay?” Hank asked as he kneeled on the ground. I look over to Alex who had his hands on his knees looking like he was about to pass out. I went over to him putting my hand on his back and started to rub it up and down. I started to hear a rumbling sound. Then the same purple light return. Which made Alex straighten up to where he was now in front of me. Almost protecting me. Five people came out of the purple light. One who was completely blue, a young storm, a woman wear purple, a boy with metal wings, and a man who I guess was Erik. “Erik.” The blonde woman said proving me right. Erik shoot an arm in the air making Professor Xavier wheelchair float up the air and towards them. “Charles!” The blonde hair woman cried out. Which made Alex start to run after him. “Alex.” Hank said. I stared to run after Alex knowing that I’m about to have to watch him die. “Hey! Hey Asshole!” Alex yelled. The boy with the metal wings had put on in front of Professor Xavier as the started to walk through a portal. “all will be revealed my child.” The blue man said. “Stop! No!” Hank yelled. “Alex stop!” I yelled. Again a red beam came from Alex’s chest and heard an explosion as I was engulfed in flames.

The setting had changed and I was now in a plane and it was nose driving getting faster and faster every second. I fell forward only to hit a seat knocking the wind out of me. That’s when is saw the boy with the metal wings falling forward landing on the wind shield of the plane. The ground was now getting closer and closer. A few seconds later the plane had hit the ground and I was engulfed in flames again the only I wanted to do was to wake up. I just want to wake up.

I shot of in bed breathing heavily. But I don’t remember falling asleep in my bed. “Hey hey it’s okay.” Alex said sitting down beside me putting his arms around me. I buried my face in his chest crying. “I saw how you died.” I said. “It’s okay.” Alex said. “I hate the dreams it likes it’s like I keep getting stuck in a nightmare.” I said. “I can’t imagine what that is like.” Alex said as he kissed my head. “I just wish that ability would go away.” I said. “I know. I know.” Alex said. I wiped tears away. “Who was that boy with the metal wings?” I asked. “I don’t know. Why? Did you see he’s death to?” Alex asked. I nodded my head. “Why don’t you try to get some more sleep.” Alex said. “I don’t want to. If I go back to sleep the dreams will come back.” I said. “You can’t stay up forever.” Alex said. “I know.” I said. “I’ll stay with you if you promise to try to get some more sleep.” Alex said. “Alright fine I’ll try.” I said. I laid back down in my bed. Alex got up and pulled the blankets back over me the came other to the other side of the bed lying down beside me. I curled up to his side and he wrapped an arm around me. I closed my eyes hoping that sleep would come and it eventually did.

By some sort of miracle I didn’t have any more dreams. It had to be the first peace full night’s sleep that I’ve had in a long time. I can’t remember the last time I had a peace full night’s sleep. It was always dreams of how someone died or how they were going to die. I’ve lost count on the countless nights that I would stay awake just so I wouldn’t have to deal with the dreams. I started to feel someone shake me in attempts to wake me up. “Come on now Y/n it’s time to wake up.” The voice said. “Hmm just let me sleep.” I said. I could hear the person start to laugh a little. “If you don’t wake up I’m sure someone will drag you up of bed.” The voice said. I let out a groan. “Okay I’m up I’m up.” I said as I sat up in bed rubbing my eyes.” I opened my bed to see that Alex was still lying down beside me. “Did you get some sleep?” Alex asked as he sat up. “I did. For the first time in a long time I didn’t have any dreams.” I said. “Well that’s good to hear.” Alex said smiling as he put a hand on my cheek. “Thank you for staying with me.” I said putting my hand on top of his. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else.” Alex said. There was a knock at my door making me jump slightly. “Come on sweetie I have your list of classes.” Jean said. “Alright you can come in if you want I just need to get ready real quick.” I said as I got out from bed going over a grabbed a change of clothes and my bag of toiletries and went over to softly knock on the door that lead into the shared bathroom. When I didn’t hear a response I walked in and lock it on my side. Then I walked over to the other door and knocked. “I’m about to change and get ready it should take about five minutes.” I said. I didn’t get a response I guess they must have already got ready for the day and had left their room. I quickly changed into jeans and a long sleeved shirt. I brushed my hair and put it into a high ponytail. I brushed my teeth. Once I was done I put my toiletries and walked out of the bathroom.

When I walked out of the bathroom I saw at Jean was in my room at my desk holding Alex’s jacket I found in her hands she looked over to me. “Where did you find this sweetie?” Jean asked. “In my closet under the floorboards and Alex told me that it use to belong to him. I was going to take it to Scott.” I said as I put my dirty clothes and bag of toiletries away. Jean smiled as she put the jacket down. “I think he just might that but I’m not sure if he will be able to fit it.” Jean said. “Jean is there any pictures of old students who have passed I can look at? I had a dream last night about how he died but I didn’t find out his name.” I said. “Do you remember what he looked like?” Jena asked. “Just that he had blonde hair and these metal wings.” I asked. I saw that Jean eyes widen slightly. “Did you see him with a man named Eric and Strom? Did you see a man with blue skin with them?” Jean asked. “His name was Warren. You haven’t seen him around here have you?” Jean asked. “No I haven’t yet. I also had a dream about Alex’s death.” I said. “I wouldn’t mention that to Scott. Now here’s your class schedule.” Jean said as she handed me my schedule. I smiled as I took it from her. I looked over my schedule to see that my first class that Kurt was the teacher. “I can show you where to go if you want.” Jean said. “I would like that see that I have no idea where I’m going.” I said. “Alright then finish getting ready.” Jean said. I nodded as I slipped on a pair of biker boots and went to grabs Alex’s jacket and a bag. Then Jean and I walked out of my room together.

Jean led me to where Kurt’s class was which was in a theater room. Scott and Kurt were outside of the class room talking. Jean and I walked up to the two men. Scott was the first one to notice us then he looked down to the jacket that was in my hands and Kurt gave us a small nod as he made his way into his classroom. “Scott I found something that you might like. Alex told me that it use to belong to him.” I said as I held out the jacket to him. Scott gave me a small smile as he took the jacket from me. “Thank you Y/n I appreciate it. But I think that Alex would like you to have it.” Scott said as he wrapped the jacket around my shoulders. “Scott you don’t have to give this to me. Alex was you’re brother and I think you should have it.” I said as I reached to take it off to give it back to him. Scott had stopped me by putting his hands on top of mine. “Y/n stop I want to have it. Think it of as a thank you gift when and if you can bring him back.” Scott said. “Okay.” I said softly. Then a bell rang. “Go on and get to class. Don’t want to make a bad first impression.” Scott said. Which made me laugh a little. “Alright I’m going.” I said as I put my arms through the jacket and walked into the classroom. Scott patted my shoulder as I passed him. Before I walked into the classroom I turned to look back at Scott and Jean. “Thanks Scott.” I said. Scott gave me a smile. “Don’t mention it kid.” Scott said. I smiled and walked into the classroom. I looked around the classroom to find an empty seat. “Y/n over here!” I heard a female voice say. I look to see two girls smiling at me and motioning me to come over to sit beside them. I didn’t recognize them but they seem to know my name so I went over taking the empty seat that was next to one of them. I gave them a smile as I sat down. “Hi we’re in the room next to you. I’m Alison and this is Veronica.” Alison said. “It’s nice to meet you two.” I said. “Cute jacket.” Veronica said. “Oh thanks.” I said. “Alright. Alight class enough socializing it’s time for class to start.” Kurt said.

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[queenofgotham800]

I saw your requests are opened , I was wondering if I could request a Roman x reader fic/imagine. Reader is sick and Roman was out and comes home to her and takes care of her?

In the stars

(Roman Sionis x Reader)

Warnings: Gramatical Errors, Swearing, Medicine, Kidnapping, Weapons, Depression, Stalking

Summary: (Y/n) is sick and she terribly misses Roman who went on a bussines trip to Europe for a week. The bussines trip will not go as would Roman expect. He wants to go home to take care of you and if something or more like 'someone' gets in his way he will destroy it.

(A/n): I'm not quite of sure if I got the timezones right and the title is random. I decided to add something to it, I hope this meets the requirements of your request and I hope you will enjoy the story ���

It was two hours in the morning. You sat on bed, coughing. Yesterday you were okay, but today the nauseating feeling gotten worse. Roman left yesterday to Europe, becouse he had to visit one of his bussines friends. Someone from Falcone family, you thought and fixed the pillows. Still, you couldn't sleep. Roman was literally on the other side of the world and you missed him. Does he think about you too?

Victor was sleeping in living room, becouse he knew you were sick and if you needed something he would took care of it.

"Victor?" you yelled from bedroom. Victor ran to the room and saw you sitting on the bed.

"What?"

"I miss Roman," you told him. Your eyes were teary and bit purple, becouse of lack of sleep.

Victor gasped, knowing that you were safe and went to sit on little seat near the bed.

"I just... I know that he's going to be there whole week, but I miss him already," you told Victor and closed eyes, becouse the nauseous feeling.

"Want some sleep pills?" Victor asked carefully.

"Yes please," you mumbled and waited. It were few minutes that Victor went for the water and pills, but to you it were hours. You missed Roman, feeling that his body was peacefully sleeping next to you, you missed even his snorting. You wouldn't be so sensitive if you weren't sick, but now everything was touchy subject for you. Your temperature was really high, pills didn't helped but you hoped that at least this sleep pill will do.

"Here you are," Victor came and handed you cup of water and the sleeping pill.

"Thanks, Vic," you said and took it.

After few hours, you stood near window. Still you didn't slept, pills didn't worked. It was just worse. You looked up to stars on the night sky, which were hardly visible due to the polution in Gotham. But you knew they were there. You knew that Roman is somewhere there.

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At the other side of world, Roman waited in his plane for car which would pick him up. They should be here any minute, he thought. Nervously he was looking on phone and then from window. Victor texted him that you were sick. Roman wished he could be there to take care of you, but right now he couldn't. Looking on blue sky, he thought about you. You were there, somewhere maybe thinking about him as he thought about you right now. It was just one day he was gone, but something was up. He could feel it. Something was telling him, that he should go back to Gotham, go back to you.

"Mr. Sionis, they will arrive in three minutes," waiter in airplane told to Roman. Roman looked up to him with frown and nodded. His thoughts were still on you even after he exited the plane and entered black limusine.

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Victor sat next to you, thinking if he shouldn't call Roman. He knew he shouldn't, but you were really sick. You ate and drunk just a bit, becouse of your sickness. Victor was very concerned about your health.

"(Y/n), you should at least drink one cup of water," Victor scolded you, handing you over the cup. You took it and drank something from it. Then you put it away, and Victor pulled the phone. He had to call Roman. Those pills lowered your high temperature, but you felt sick anyways.

Exiting the bedroom, he closed the doors behind him and leaned on the cold wall, tired and exhausted.

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Roman meanwhile sat in the limusine, still watching clouds above him through the window. At the meeting, there isn't going to be just him. There will be more families from all kinds of cities. At place like that a lot could go wrong. Part of him was glad that you weren't there with him becouse of possible danger, but the other part was affraid of leaving you alone when you were sick. Well...At least Victor was there.

Suddenly his phone started ringing, Roman answered, not caring about the glares that driver gave to him.

"Hello?"

"Boss?" Victor's voice came from other side of the phone, "I gave her those pills, which doctor gave it to her. They are slowly putting her together... But..."

"What Victor?" Roman said it more loudly than he expected.

"She can't sleep, it's like the sickness brought her some kind of depression," Victor told.

"Did she took sleep pills?" Roman asked.

"Yeah, for some reason they didn't helped."

"Sir, we are going to be there any minute," driver told and Roman shushed him.

"Then... I don't know bring her to doctor again," Roman yelled and cancelled the call. He was nervous. Maybe he should stayed home.

"Something serious?" driver asked Roman.

"Not your bussines," Roman answered and driver smirked. His behavior was strangely weird. At one moment Roman thought that this guy is going to kidnap him, but when he parked in front of Falcone's residence, this irrational fear was gone.

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Through the day, you were feeling better, but the sadness was still somewhere there, hidden in your mind. The irrational fear of losing Roman. Why would you even thought about that? Well...He went to the world wide meeting of gangsters... What could go wrong right? But he should be already there at the Falcone's residence. Maybe he was going to sleep. You smiled and hugged pillows next to you. Victor brought you some food and water. You were bit better and you were starving, so you ate it in a minute, hoping that nausea won't come back.

You were thankful that Victor was here.

Roman wanted to take you both, but since you got sick, Victor said that he will keep an eye on you.

Five days... And you will see Roman again...

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When Roman woke up in one of guests room, he picked his finest suit that he brought with him and went downstairs to huge dining room with marble floor. It had expensive paintings gained legal and illegal ways, long table and chairs from mahagony wood and fireplaces at it's sides. He was there alone for now. Quiet place scared him, it reminded him of one kind of trap where enemy's goons would popped up from random places with guns and stuff.

His thoughts were interrupted by one woman.

"Beautifull, isn't it?"

"Mrs. Falcone," Roman nodded, looking at one painting.

"I see you enjoy the art young Sionis," Sophia Falcone laughed.

Roman gulped when Falcone called him young Sionis. It reminded him of his childhood too much.

"Yes, I do," Roman mumbled, "Mine father knew your's. I heared that he was a good person." Roman knew what happened, but he had to tell some comeback on the nickname that she gave him. There was no young Sionis, there was only Roman Sionis or Black Mask.

"Oh, yeah, he was," she told and moved her wheelchair closer to look at the table, "Why so soon?"

"Excuse me?"

"I asked why are you here so soon," Sofia smiled.

"I..." Roman started but couldn't find right words.

"You couldn't sleep," she told and Roman looked away from paintings.

"I was thinking," Roman said.

"Overthinking can kill," she said and continued to the end of the table. After lunch there should be bussines talk and after dinner, there should be some kind of masquerade ball. Roman thought at how excited were you when he invited you with him, wishing you could be there right now with him.

He looked on Sofia Falcone, she was in coma for years. Then she woke up, faked her own death and traveled back to the residence in one of her family homes. This invite was more of an message she is alive and partially alright. As much as Roman despised Sofia, he also had respect for her. She survived a lot of things... Not that much like him, but she did.

Overthinking can kill...

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It was bad again. Through the night the pain in your head intensified. Victor was exhausted nearly more than you. He refused to leave you alone after you nearly felt when you tried to leave the bed.

Moon was shining through the window, shining more than stars around it.

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Roman was eating dinner, looking on guests around the table. They were politely eating and drinking vine. From time to time someone said something, mostly Sofia Falcone, but that was all.

The food was good, but he missed your food. Your smile when you gave him the good-morning kiss.

Roman smiled and didn't heard Sofia's question.

"Mr. Sionis?"

"Yes? Sorry," his hands in which he held fork and knife shook. He loved attention, yes, but here at the Falcone residence, his confidece somehow faded away.

"I asked how is Gotham doing," Sofia smiled. Everybody was looking at him.

"Ehm... It's good. I took a good care of the city," Roman said and took a sip from glass.

"I heared there were some problems with sales in northern part," she lifted eyebrows.

Other mobsters around the table let out little laugh or at least a smirk and Roman frowned.

"It wasn't that bad as when you were in charge. I actually managed to hold the crown longer than previous..." he smiled. This was aimed against the Falcone family. That respect that he had for them was slowly fading away every time when Sofia Falcone opened her mouth. Her face was bit disfigured from wound in her head.

"Miss Falcone, I am really interested how you woke up from coma," somebody asked Sofia, it was young woman in reddish dresses.

"Miss Lauyer I think this question was inaproperiate, but I will give you simple answer," her lips curled into weird smirk, "I had a great doctor."

Young woman stopped smiling and put her hands on her thigh. She probably had a gun under those dresses.

"I'm sorry," she looked in the food and didn't say another word. Roman thought that this would make Sofia shut up, but she still talked with others. Not like he minded small talks, but this was something else. Every information could kill someone.

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You managed to close your eyes. You didn't had nice dreams like usual. This was nightmare in which shadows were chasing Roman. He cried and screamed for help and you were there, watching it, unable to move, unable to help him. You were watching untill he didn't dissapeared from your sight in those shadows.

You woke up screaming Roman's name. Victor wasn't anywhere near you, maybe he was sleeping in living room. You took a phone and called Roman. You knew you shouldn't, but you had to know that he's alright.

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Roman was finishing the dish, when suddenly his phone beeped. All attention was again on him and Sofia.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled looking at the phone. It was your number, "Actually, this is important."

"More important than this dinner with us?" Sofia asked.

"More than anything," Roman stood up and left the dining room.

He leaned on wall and picked it up.

"(Y/n)?"

"Roman, are you alright?" your voice was trembling.

"Yes, yes. How are you? Victor texted me you are sick and I think I will go home soon," Roman told.

"Wait... I know that the meeting is important, you can't just leave becouse of me," you coughed and Roman wished he could be with you, to take care of you.

"Don't tell that. I'm Roman Sionis, I can do whatever I want. In fact, I'm going to pack my things right now. I terribly miss you," Roman whispered and looked around. The hallway was empty. Only thing that made Roman nervous was the echo around the whole place.

"I miss you too, handsome," you smiled and coughed again.

"Isn't it like... A night now?" Roman asked.

"Yeah, I can't sleep," you mumbled.

"I'll be home soon, I love you," Roman smiled.

"I love you too."

You cancelled the call and Roman turned back to the dining room. But then he stopped and turned to stairs where were guest rooms. There was also elevator, but Roman prefered stairs.

After packing up his things, he made sure that he had everything that was needed.

He turned back to doors and was stopped by huge guard, who was actually the driver that got him here.

"Excuse me?" Roman tried to go around him, but the guard wasn't moving. Elevator rang and Roman rolled eyes. This was really the last thing he needed.

"Here we can see that Sionis, is still deep inside the little boy with bad luck," Sofia smiled on guards, which came with her.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that," Roman reached for his gun, "Let's see what will this bullet do!"

Guards were pointing guns at him, but Roman wasn't putting his gun down.

"You know... There was a reason I called you here. I wanted to make my return to Gotham a great thing. A party... You know, something special," Sofia smiled, "But we all know that there can't be a queen if there is already a king."

"So this is all about the crown," Roman laughed, "Yeah, I somewhat expected this shit to happen. What happened to others? Are they laying on the table poisoned?"

"Oh, those were my people. Everything was staged," Sofia took a pistol from the holder on her wheelchair. It had only one bullet, "It's funny, becouse Gotham actually has a Queen, since your... (Y/n)... What is even that name?" she laughed and pointed the gun on Roman. Roman frowned, how could she know about you?

"If you insult her again, I'll assure that you insulted her last time," Roman held the finger on the trigger.

"Are you sure you want to shoot? I mean, everyone is pointing at you with gun. When you will be gone who will take care about (Y/n)?"

Roman threw the gun on floor, putting hands behind head, kneeling down.

"Yeah, that's right. Remember your place," she smirked and snapped her fingers. Guards put down their guns, ready to take Roman.

But this was the moment, that he waited for, "At one moment, I thought you were smarter," he mumbled, "Either this will go very good or very wrong." As he finished this sentence, he ran and jumped out from the window. As he felt down, he heard shooting. They were after him. Those bags that he had could stay there, he needed to get home, get to you and nothing could stop him from doing so.

His arm and leg hurted, but he kept stumbling across the parking lot. He heared shooting behind him, so he dropped behind some car. It had keys in it. What a timing, Roman thought and entered the car. It wasn't limusine, this one was more like BMW. Since Roman drove a car only when he had to, which was rare he was stressed, but he had to go. As he left the parking lot, Sofia Falcone looked up on Roman's suitcase. He had there few suits, money, few guns and photo.

On the photo he was smiling with one woman, which Sofia never saw. She only heared of her. (Y/n) Sionis.

Roman managed to escape from Falcone's reach to the airport where was waiting his pilot.

"Boss? Shouldn't you be there whole week?" he asked.

"Start the fucking plane! We are going home now!" Roman yelled and threw himself on the seat.

Plane was slowly getting up from ground and Roman was hoping that nobody's going to shoot after it. Roman took out his phone, with cracked screen.

"Shoot, I'll have to buy a new one," he said and threw it to bin. It was broken after all.

He decided to call you from his cellphone that was in plane.

"Pick it up... C'mon..." Roman whispered, waiting. He didn't waited too long, becouse you picked up.

"Hello?"

Roman smiled when he heared your voice.

"Babygirl, I'm already in the plane, I'll be anytime with you. We are going to cure that sickness," Roman told.

"Babe," your voice was shaking, "How long will it take?"

"(Y/n)? Is everything alright?" Roman asked. Was something bad happening, "Can I talk to Victor?"

"No... Not now, he went to shop... Vegetables and Roses," you let out a little laugh, but stopped in second.

"Tonight were beautiful stars on sky," you said, "I love you, bye." You cancelled the call and Roman's smile faded away.

Tonight were beautiful stars on sky... That was your code word for help...

Roman held the phone in his hand. What did he done...

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5 minutes before the call

You exited your room, going for something to kitchen. You were slightly better but Roman insisted on going home. You knew that the meeting was very important, but you were glad you will see him again. From what you heard Sofia Falcone was a smart person and nobody wanted to get on her bad side.

"Victor?" you called in apartment, entering the living room with yoghurt.

"One move beauty and you are dead," somebody pushed a knife to your throat. Victor was beated and tied to chair. You dropped the yoghurt on floor.

You lifted hands, slowly walking to the another chair.

"That one is for you," he whispered and pushed you on chair. You were quiet, but shocked. He tied your hands and you were finaly facing him.

He was wearing black hoodie. It didn't covered his face much, as if the person didn't cared.

"Who are you and what do you want?" you asked. Roman taught you what to do in moments like these.

Remain calm. Your head hurted and you asked once again.

"You know... She told me you are sick. But I didn't expected this to be so easy," he said in deep voice.

"She sent you? Sofia Falcone?" you asked. Maybe Roman was in bigger problems than you thought.

"Yes, for you it's miss Falcone. The queen of Gotham. At the end of the day, there will be no trace of you or your whiny husband," he said and looked on Victor, stepping closer, "Victor Zsasz," he smiled, "Maybe Sofia will give you another chance, since you were so good guard dog for her."

Victor was still unconscious, you didn't knew how would he react.

"Oh... For you it's Mrs. Sionis and Mr. Sionis. Tell me, what the bitch wants," you hissed.

"She wants you out of the town," he said.

Phone rang and you looked on it, it's Roman?

The man in black hood brought the phone closer to you. Then he put a gun beside your head and put his finger on lips.

"Hello?" your voice was shaking. Tears slowly slipping from your eyes.

"Babygirl, I'm already in the plane, I'll be anytime with you. We are going to cure that sickness," Roman told.

"Babe," your voice was shaking, "How long will it take?" You quietly cried.

"(Y/n)? Is everything alright? Can I talk to Victor?"

"No... Not now, he went to shop... Vegetables and Roses," you let out a little laugh, but stopped in second. Feeling of the cold gun on your head you gulped.

"Tonight were beautiful stars on sky," you said, "I love you, bye." You cancelled the call.

"I wouldn't tell it better," he clapped with hands, "What's with the stars?" he laughed.

"In case we talked the last time I just needed to tell him something nice," you said.

"Oh, you were," he laughed even more and left to kitchen, "Do you have something to eat? I'm starving."

You rolled eyes. You were used to all kinds of villains in Gotham. But this one was new.

"Perhaps you could eat yourself," you yelled at him and coughed.

"Carefully or you will choke yourself on that disgusting cough," he yelled back.

"Victor? Victor?" you whispered, trying to wake up Victor. He didn't even moved.

"So, let's talk more... About you," hoodie took an empty chair and sat next to you.

"I don't even know your name. Just get out from this apartment," you said, turning the head away from him.

"What? Do I have a problem with my face?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Nah... More like you are the problem," you turned to look at his eyes. One was green and other one was blue.

"Too handsome for you?" he asked and caught your neck. You spat on him, pulling away.

"Don't touch me you monster," you yelled.

"Why? I'm exactly your type, like Roman. Evil monster," he smiled and you. You frowned, refusing to say anything. Roman wasn't like this, he wasn't a monster.

"Run out of words?" he asked. You smiled, you weren't talking to him anymore.

"Say something!" he yelled and pushed a gun to your head. He couldn't shoot you, at least not now.

Then he caught his head, throwing the gun away.

"You are pretty, it would be a shame to... You know. I'm giving you an offer. You can live and leave with me to Europe. Or you can 'stay' with Roman," he smiled and picked up the gun again, pointing at it's trigger.

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When the plane finaly landed in Gotham. Roman entered his car, hoping it's not too late. He wanted to go take care of you becouse of your sickness and becouse he missed you, but now he was saving your life and he was more than needed. Maybe it was becouse of him.

He didn't bothered with parking the car, he just stopped and runned up, as fast as he could to the apartment.

He took out revolver and headed to the living room. He heard voices. He saw your eyes, which spotted him. You were calm as you could, ignoring the man in black hoodie, who was talking to himself.

Victor at the other side was unconscious sitting on chair next to you.

"Hands up! Who are you?!" Roman walked to the living room, aiming with the revolver on the guy.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm holding a gun as you can see. You will never know my real name. But you can call me Changer," he turned aiming a gun at you, "Maybe if you stayed with Mrs. Falcone, then this wouldn't happend. She would take care of you and like this... Well our (Y/n) is involved in this too," he leaned his head on your shoulder.

"She is not yours!!!" Roman yelled and shot him to arm. He was so precise with aiming, you weren't scared about him somehow shooting you.

But you flinched, becouse it was only few inches from your head. His gun felt out of his hand.

Roman had hurted leg and arm but he was faster then Changer. Before Changer could grab his gun back, Roman jumped at him and pushed him on ground and punched him multiple times. Then he stood and untied you.

"(Y/n), are you okay," he looked at you. On his hands and suit were stains of blood.

"Yes, now yes," you said and sneezed.

"Come here, I missed you so much," Roman said giving you hug, kissing you on top of your head.

"Don't, you are going to catch the cold," you said.

"As if I cared. I love you more than anything."

"I love you too Roman," you said and noticed his hand, "Are you okay, we should call a doctor."

"It hurts as fuck. Yes we probably should," he said and untied Victor.

"What happened?" you asked, looking on the guy that called himself the Changer. You took his gun and shot multiple times into the Changer's chest. Roman quietly watched you, "I missed you."

"But what really happened there?" you helped Roman bring Victor to the couch at the other side of room.

"When I heared your voice, Victor called me you were sick and I just knew I had to go back to take care of you. Becouse I love you, I care about you. Then Sofia Falcone came to my guest room and she threatened me and you... You saved my life. If I didn't went home, she would kill me," he said, holding you in his arms.

"I love you, please promise me you will be careful next time," you said.

"I promise," Roman whispered, "Now let's get you to bed, you should sleep."

"Yeah," you began to feel nauseous. You nearly felt down but Roman caught you, walking with you to the bedroom in bridal style.

He gently put you on the bed and covered you with blankets.

"I'm going to stay here with you okay? Victor should wake up anytime too. He wasn't so badly injured. And after sleep, I'm going to bring you your favourite food." Roman laid next to you, holding your hand.

"Roman?"

"Yeah?"

"Where was that clown in hoodie?" you asked. Leaving the living room you didn't remembered seeing him on the place where he got shot. Roman frowned, he didn't remembered it too.

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Somewhere in the dark alleys of Gotham, the Changer put down his bulletproof vest. He had red marks all over his chest. He opened doors to his basement safe house that he builded years ago, when Sofia Falcone sent him on mission to Gotham first time. As much as he was obsessed with you, followed you on every step years and years without you knowing about it, he promised himself that Sofia Falcone will be the Queen again.

#Roman Sionis #roman sionis x oc #roman sionis fanfiction #roman sionis imagine #roman sionis x reader #Roman sionis x you #the black mask bop #the black mask #Birds of prey #The black mask x Reader #Ewan mcgregor #ewan mcgregor fanfiction

[the-ever-humming-girl]

Atlantis: Future Endeavors

     Whitmore folded his hands in his lap and regarded Dr. Sweet calmly. “Give it to me straight, Doc. Do I need to be getting my affairs in order?”

    Dr. Sweet placed his stethoscope back in his back and looked up at the elderly man propped up by a pile of pillows in the bed.

    He’d been called in to Whitmore manor earlier that evening by Helga after she’d found Mr. Whitmore collapsed on the floor of his study. She’d helped her boss to his room and made him as comfortable as possible while they’d waited for Sweet.

    Sweet had arrived as quickly as he was able and while Helga had waited out in the hall, he had given the old man a thorough checkup followed by an extensive questioning. In the end Sweet confirmed what Helga had suspected. Preston Whitmore had had a heart attack. It had been a mild one, thankfully, but it had still been a heart attack, and it was his second.

    Sweet moved to stand by the bed. “No need to be revising your will just yet, Mr. Whitmore.” He assured him. “Though you will need to take it easy for a while. No undue excitement.” He pulled a prescription pad from his bag and scribbled on it. “I don’t want you to overexert yourself. You can sit or lay down but no excessive walking.”

    Whitmore scoffed. “Stuff and nonsense, I’m not an invalid. I’ll be fit as a fiddle in no time.”

    Sweet lowered the pad and pen and eyed Whitmore. “For now, you are an invalid, and I don’t want you to have another attack, so for the next few weeks you’ll take it easy.” He glanced towards the closed door. “Or else I’ll prescribe a wheelchair and Helga will make sure you stay in it.”

    Whitmore waved a hand. “Oh, I don’t need a chair.”

    Sweet gestured with the pen. “Not if you take it easy like I’ve told you to you won’t.” He kept on writing. “You hired Helga to be your bodyguard and you know she takes her job seriously. She’s protected you from many outside dangers so keeping you safe from yourself shouldn’t be any trouble for her.”

    Whitmore settled back into the pillows with a sigh. “I’ll stay put, doc.” He acquiesced. “You’re the expert: you know best.”

    Sweet tore the prescription off the pad and began writing on the next page. “You know, you gave us a scare, Mr. Whitmore.”

    The old man sighed and nodded. “I realize that, and I appreciate the fact that you all care. Being bedridden is maddening through.”

    Sweet tore off the second piece of paper. “I’ll fill this for you, but someone will need to set it out for you each day.”

    Whitmore motioned towards the door. “You can give it to Helga.” He said. “I have no secrets from her.”

    Sweet looked at Whitmore. “You’ve got her pretty worried, you know.”

    Whitmore sighed. “I know, though it can’t be helped. No one even plans for a heart attack,”

    As he walked towards the door Dr. Sweet spoke. “Remember, you have to take it easy for a few weeks. Let her help you.”

    He opened the door and stepped out for a moment.

    Preston Whitmore sat and thought about how this event would change his life. He had always been a practical man and he’s always thought himself a young man. Now he was faced with a sobering reality. This heart attack was his second, the first having occurred five years previous.

    What could be done? He wondered. He’d worked all his life amassing the millions of dollars that were in Whitmore Industries. What did it all add up too? What was the point if you weren’t around to enjoy it?

    He’d had a good long life and he determined then and there that he’d be around for many years to come. Preston Whitmore wasn’t a man that went down without a fight. He hadn’t come this far only to be done in by a heart attack. He had always been a believer in the impossible and that belief had been rewarded over the years in the discovery of artifacts long believed to have been destroyed or the stuff of legends.

    He had Excalibur in his personal collection, for heavens sake. He had coelacanths in the aquarium in his study. If anyone could achieve what most believed was impossible it was Preston Brandon Whitmore. His mind turned to all the stories Thaddeus had bent his ear with over their years of friendship. All the stories of Atlantis and the advanced medicine and healing it was purported to have possessed eons ago. If Excalibur and coelacanths existed, then perhaps a miracle cure did too.

    He looked up as Sweet reentered the room with Helga. She walked over to stand by the bed and looked down at him.

    “So, Dr. Sweet says you’ll be alright with bedrest.” She said.

    He smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “Oh, yes. Preston Whitmore isn’t so easy to kill. I’ll be around for a long while yet.”

    “That’s a relief.” She said with a forced smile. “I hate job hunting; who else would put up with me?”

    “Nonsense.” Said Whitmore with a smile. “You’ve put up with the ramblings and eccentricities of this old coot for several years now and I greatly appreciate it, not to mention the all the times you’ve saved my life, today included.”

    Helga smiled and it was a little less strained. “It’s been a pleasure, sir. You and I have both lead unique and adventurous lives.”

    He leaned forward with a gleam in his eye, looking from Helga to Sweet. “Well, if you’re interested in another adventure, I think it’s time I start planning the Atlantis expedition.”

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[ranger-jedi-knight]

I Thought You Wouldn’t Hurt Me, But You Did Part 7

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22839535/chapters/57350506 Taglist: @marinettepotterandplagg @emo-elaine13 @queenmj10

Prompt Given: Somehow I would like to see Gabriel talking with Mari and apologizing for Adrien’s behavior. And maybe a look in Alya's headlines would be interesting like his thoughts on all this. Same for Adrien his thoughts. 

Thank you for your kind thoughts people. Here’s the next part thanks for the interesting prompt! I hope u guys enjoy this!!

Adrien couldn’t believe what was happening. First, Mari was put into a wheelchair. Then he was stripped of being Chat Noir. And now?

NOW!?

Now he was being sued!

By Mari no less.

He couldn’t believe it. His own friend suing him. And demanding that he doesn’t call her Mari anymore. He just, couldn’t believe it. Even is father agreed with Mari and he couldn’t attend classes until Mari transferred back into Ms. Bustier’s class. But it wasn’t Bustier anymore either. It was their TA Ms. Lana Grayson. And she was tough. She made sure he couldn’t talk to Mari at all before, during, or after class. And during other classes and after school, Mari’s friend made sure he couldn’t.

It was just stupid.

All of it.

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MDC- Superstar Designer? More like Superstar Thief

Marinette Dupain-Cheng: A Liar, Thief, Cheat, and Bully

Real Superstar: Lila Rossi

Damian Wayne: Good Guy? OR ABUSER?

Marinette Dupain-Cheng Should Just Disappear

Don’t Support MDC, They’re a Thief

Lila Rossi and Adrien Agreste: Super Couple

Marinette Dupain-Cheng Finally Gets What She Deserves

Karma Has Come For Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Lila Rossi Is A Liar

Wrongfully Expelled- Done Nothing Wrong

Gabriel sighed as he looked at the headlines the wannabe reporter Alya Cesaire wrote. She was more of a tabloid writer than an actual reporter. Just skimming thru made it clear that Cesaire didn’t fact-check or get more info on anything. She was lucky that the Wayne family didn’t find it and sue her for defamation or destroy her reputation and career.

Maybe they should have.

It would have stopped this trainwreck from happening, he thought with a groan. He had just gotten back from the meeting with the lawyers along with Marinette’s lawyers, and he can confidently say that his son has messed up big time.

His employee Lila though, he couldn’t say.

She at least didn’t go helping Cesaire hurt Marinette.

But even though she didn’t, these headlines show that she helped lead up to it.

And his company could not take that bad publicity.

He sighed in annoyance as he sat down in his office. “Nathalie, clear Adrien’s schedule. Once school is over, he is to stay in this house as punishment. He should consider himself lucky that he’s still able to go to school,” he said and Nathalie nodded understanding. “Clear my schedule for the next hour. I will be talking to Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng,” he continued and she nodded agreement.

“Of course, sir,” she replied with a bow of her head before leaving.

“Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng?” he asked once the phone stopped ringing.

“This is Marinette, speaking,” she greeted.

“Hello again. I would like to speak to you personally now if you are able at my office. I feel there are some things that need to be said,” he replied.

“Alright, Monsieur Agreste. I’ll be there soon,” she replied.

“Good. See you soon.”

Mari soon rolled into his office and Nathalie closed the door behind her. “You wished to see me, Monsieur Agreste?” she asked folding her hands into her lap when she stopped in front of his desk.

“Yes. After our meeting with the lawyers, it came to my attention that perhaps I should see what is being said. And in doing so, it has come to my attention that my son has been standing aside doing nothing and letting that tabloid writer do as she pleases. She has written many scathing articles about you and others. It’s a miracle that none of the other people she’s written about has seen it. But I did not ask you here to talk about her. I asked you here to personally apologize for my son’s inexcusable actions toward you,” he said and Mari nodded.

“Thank you, sir. I appreciate your apology. But I doubt Adrien will ever apologize for his actions,” she replied and he nodded at that.

“I’m afraid he won’t, Marinette. Am I correct to assume you wish for this to stay out of court?” he asked and Mari nodded. “Well, then it shall. I don’t care what Adrien wishes for he deserves to pay whatever you wish for. He can afford it from all the money he’s earned as a model,” Gabriel explained and Mari nodded.

“Thank you, sir. If you wish for this to stay out of court, I will have my lawyer fax over what I’m suing for,” she answered and Gabriel nodded.

“Of course. Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s reasonable for what Adrien has done. Once more, I apologize for this happening,” he said and the two shook hands before she left to go do so. Gabriel could only shake his head once more at the thought of what his son and his friends did for this to happen.

Ok so here it is, sorry that this is short, but it did turn out well. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Remember, you can send me prompts or ideas and I’ll write them for this fic! Until next time! -Love Willa<3<3<3

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[nami-writes]

Bittersweet Reunion - Watch Dogs: Legion [WIP]

(can you tell i had no clue what to name this)

so i wrote this after i played wdl and finished the finding bagley mission bc i loved that there was a canon mlm pairing and i thought the whole meeting bradley thing was Incredibly unsatisfying so i did this and originally i was gonna have bagley and arthur get back together but then it started writing itself and bagley wouldnt date arthur bc that’d go against his morals and i was like shit thats not what i planned but also i realized it was in character so this is that disaster lmao

“I’m ready for the rest of my life, Arthur. And I want you to be a part of it.”

The sixth audio file ended with what sounded like a kiss, and Lindsey had to pause to take it in. Bagley had really had a life— a lover. A lover he had to leave behind.

“Arthur… I should remember more about him. But I don’t.”

It sounded so rushed, so nonchalant, that Lindsey knew better than to believe his tone and even Bagley himself knew it. Because, truth was, he was processing the same things Lindsey was and more. He really was damned to eternity, being a human turned AI and all, because now he was experiencing quite a lot of thoughts and certainly not enjoying it. Where was Arthur now? Did he still remember him? Did he miss him? Why was Bagley even wondering if his not-boyfriend still missed him?

Some part of his human half wondered if it’s possible to find Arthur again, meet the person his past self was so deeply in love with that now he found himself longing for him too.

“Sir—”

“Don’t touch me!”

Bagley was pulled out of the thoughts growing less and less artificial by the second as the next audio file began, already far more emotionally charged than the ones prior.

“These people are here to help you, Bags—”

“Don’t call me that!”

He’s snappish and frustrated and angry and current Bagley could almost feel it too. There’s more struggling as Bagley— past Bagley— seemed to be fighting someone off.

“She did this! Someone stop her!”

‘She’ must’ve been Skye Larsen, who else could it have been? He wanted to hope Natalie would listen— just listen, goddammit, this was all Skye’s fault, don’t you know what she’s done?— but he knew it was no use. They didn’t know. Natalie didn’t know. Not a fucking soul knew what she did to him.

“Don’t hurt him! He’s not usually like this!”

“Get out of my head! Get o—”

His voice died out as more noise played, then an unfamiliar voice called for an ambulance.

“Bags. Bagley. Bra—”

And it ended there.

“I’m assuming that ‘she’ was Skye Larsen,” he said to Lindsey. “Seems like the usual suspect where brain fuckery is concerned.” As controlled as he usually was, not even he could keep the slightest bit of anger out of his voice by the end of his sentence.

The next audio file began with a man explaining that Bagley had early on-set dementia, which intrigued him because it didn’t explain when exactly Skye got her hands on him. Then the sister from prior audio files spoke with that same strangely familiar voice, just as demanding as before. “You listen to me. I don’t care what it takes. No brother of mine is going to waste away in some hospital.”

Something was wrong. There was a piece missing somewhere between those memories and he had an idea of where it could be found.

Skygarden.

“Why do I have a feeling we’re not up here to reminisce?” The audio began as Lindsey snapped the last photo.

“Right. I’ve been thinking a lot about your epilepsy.” The sister. Of course. He still couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but she sounded awfully familiar, but not in a good way. In a this-person-has-the-same-name-as-my-primary-school-bully way.

“That’s nice. My doctors stopped thinking about it years ago. I had to give up so much because of it. Rowing, my mates, my…” A sigh followed after he trailed off and he had a feeling that that sigh replaced the word ‘boyfriend.’

“I’m sorry, Bradley.” Bradley. That name sounded familiar. Come to think of it, that must’ve been what Natalie called him in the seventh audio file just before it cut off. He supposed it sounded familiar because, well, it is— was— his name, but there was something more to it. He just couldn’t figure out what. He ran a quick search for Bradleys in London, but of course that left him with thousands of Bradleys and not a single clue as to how to filter out the useless ones.

“Wow. Look at you using my real name for once. I must be truly fucked.” Fucked was an understatement. How did he go from a human to nothing more than an AI? It wasn’t that he was unhappy as an AI, especially considering he worked for DedSec and they were wonderful, they really were, but to think he was once human…

“What if I told you I had something that could work?”

Something deep inside of him that vaguely resembled a computerized heart dropped at those words. He had a bad, bad feeling about this.

“Ha. Never knew you were funny.”

But Skye Larsen created him, didn’t she?

“I’m not. It’s a tech we’re developing. It’s early stages, but… have you ever heard of neural mapping?”

“No.” No, it couldn’t be.

“Here. Let’s go to my lab. I’ll show you.”

Who was this sister?

“Lead the way, Skye.”

And the audio ended.

“I was Skye Larsen’s brother.” It was strange to say out loud. “I’m Bradley. Bradley Larsen.” That was why she sounded so familiar. That was why Skye Larsen was his creator. Fuck. “Bradley Larsen…” He returned to his search for Bradleys and narrowed it down to one Bradley Larsen, brother of Skye Larsen, son of Sinead and Kevin Larsen. “I’ve found a room pre-paid through to April 4, 2040 under the name of Bradley Larsen— paid for by S. Larsen.” Skye.

“So you might still be alive,” Lindsey said. “Where’s the room?”

He checked his databases. “St. Pancras Hotel.”

And when she arrived, it was no less than what he expected, if less than what he wanted.

He left not quite satisfied.

But what else could he do? His father was gone and his mother and sister were dead. He checked his deep profiler and found Natalie through Bradley, but it seemed she was dead as well. And then— Arthur Jenkins, former spouse. 

“I think I’ve found Arthur from the sixth audio file,” he said. “Mind getting him for me?”

“Say the word, Bags,” Lindsey said.

He found his schedule and looked for his soonest outing. “He’ll be at Crosier & Cherry Tree at 8 PM.” There was a tinge of sadness in his voice at the location that they both decided to ignore.

He checked the rest of Arthur’s profile, too curious to resist. His photo was attached. To his surprise, Arthur was a curly-haired ginger. Apparently Bradley had known more people with no souls than just Skye Larsen. Age 29, worked as a bartender at Crosier & Cherry— that was why he’d be there. Associated with Melissa Phillips, friend; Natalie Walker, deceased friend; and Bradley Larsen, former spouse. Metadata… looking through it could’ve broken his heart if he had one.

He had countless searches involving dementia up until he was 28 and had hundreds of recorded visits to St. Pancras Hotel, Bradley’s room. Hundreds of visits that, when he accessed the records, seemed to just… stop. Daily-to-weekly visits simply vanished into none. Numerous phone calls to Skye Larsen that Bagley could only assume were angry and accusational because he was charged for harassment due to a complaint from Skye on the same day he stopped visiting.

He tried. He really tried, and then Skye fucked it all up like she always does.

“Bagley, I’ve found him.” He turned his attention to Lindsey’s Optik and, sure enough, he could see the ginger in the photo through the glass window. “Want me to bring him back to the Hackerspace?”

He considered it, but bringing him back would’ve meant involving the others. This was just a one-time thing. “No, just— could you get him somewhere I could talk privately with him?”

“Sure thing.” He watched as she entered the pub and approached Arthur at the counter.

“‘Ello, mate, what can I get for you?” he asked, uncannily cheery with a smile on his face. Something told Bagley this should’ve made him feel… something, but he felt not even a twinge of recognition from anywhere other than the photo on his digital profile.

“I’m here to talk to you, actually,” Lindsey said.

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow and took a second to look her over a second time, his customer service smile fading into skepticism. “Do I know you?”

“No, but I know someone you do. Mind if we talk somewhere else?”

He shrugged. “S’pose not. Better get it on with, then, I’ve got to get back to work.”

Shit. Time was running out and they were already heading to a back room and Bagley hadn’t a fucking clue what to say so when he was cast onto the nearest unwatched telly before Lindsey left, all he could think to say was “Hello, Arthur.”

And then there was a silence where Bagley was internally cursing himself for being such a bloody idiot and Arthur looked like either he was about to drop to his knees in awe or he had shit himself. And then he broke the silence.

“Bradley?” His eyes were lit up with hope, hope Bagley knew he’d have to destroy because he wasn’t Bradley, not really. But he’d worry about that later.

“Oh, Gods, that’s going to be my version of Bradley’s stupid nickname, isn’t it? Though, if you ask me, Bagley is a perfectly good name,” he remarked. He had no idea how to properly handle a situation in which he was meeting the lover he had in a past life, so, naturally, he reverted to his usual self. Arthur was in love with him before, he can put up with him again.

Arthur chuckled, cracking a smile. “Now I know you aren’t Bradley. He hated that nickname.” He took another moment to comprehend what just happened. “But, really, how? How are you— what are you? What is” —he gestured vaguely at the TV screen— “this?”

“That’s a funny story, actually, see—”

“Bradley,” Arthur interrupted him, his smile turning solemn. “I’m serious. Last time I saw you, you were in a bloody wheelchair! What happened to you?”

There was another silence where Bagley tried to think of something ‘serious’ to say, but his actual response felt much more natural to him.

“Don’t call me that,” he said, a feigned grumble but unseen smile in his voice, “that’s not my name.”

And at that, not even Arthur could keep a straight face, but his smile didn’t last long. “Bags. Please. I need answers. I was so sure it was that bitch Skye— sorry, I know she’s your sister and all, but— I spent so long searching for ways to help you and trying to get her to fucking stop— you only ended up in the bloody hospital after she got involved and then she wouldn’t let me keep seeing you and I couldn’t—” His voice broke then and he had to pause, clear his throat and collect himself. “I’m sorry, I tried, I didn’t want to stop visiting. I really didn’t. I’m sorry.”

Bagley didn’t know how to tell him it was all in vain; Skye won in the end, she always did, and he didn’t even remember being Bradley or knowing Arthur at all. As far as he remembered, he’d only known Arthur for five minutes.

“Bagley?”

“It doesn’t matter.” There was no use in prolonging it.

“...What?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he repeated. “I’m not Bradley.”

“Are you mad? Of course you’re Bradley.’

“No, I’m not. Bradley is still in St. Pancras. I’m Bagley.”

Arthur gave a confused chuckle and crossed his arms. “What are you talking about?”

“It was Skye,” he finally said. “It’s a long story, really, but in simpler terms, she tried to fix Bradley’s epilepsy through a process called neural mapping. It essentially separated his consciousness from his body, which gave him dementia and took my human body. I’m his consciousness, but I’m not him.”

Arthur didn’t respond. He seemed to still be processing what he’d just heard.

“And I’m sorry to say, but my memory was wiped not long after my creation. I don’t… remember anything about being Bradley.” He paused. Arthur knew what that meant, and he knew that his next sentence was going to confirm it. “I don’t remember anything about you.”

Arthur took far longer to respond than Bagley would’ve liked. “So you’re—” He stopped. “So Bradley’s really gone.”

“Unfortunately so.”

More silence. “Then why are you here?”

That was a good question, actually. Why was he here?

“I suppose I came to say goodbye,” Bagley said. “Give you some closure on Bradley, so you know what happened. I know you two were quite close.”

He scoffed. “Close is an understatement.” His voice softened. “We were going to get married,” he said. “At least, I think we were. If Skye hadn’t gotten involved— if I’d only had the time— I was going to propose. Had a ring in mind and everything. I’m fairly sure Bradley knew, too. I just wanted us to have that one thing before… before it was too late.”

Bagley had to take a second to let it sink in. In a past life, he’d almost gotten married. How much had he missed out on as a human because of Skye? His voice was solemn as he spoke, a first for him. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be.” Arthur offered no elaboration before something else seemed to cloud his mind. Silence seemed to be something both of them were good at. Bagley considered directly asking what was on his mind, but Arthur spoke before he could decide. “Can I ask something of you?”

“Ask away. I’ve only got the rest of my non-life.”

“...Could we try it again?” he asked, hesitation in his words. At Bagley’s confused silence, he uncrossed his arms, a willing show of vulnerability. “I mean, could we try… us, again? I know you don’t remember anything about me or Bradley and you’re not Bradley, I know that, but— maybe something good could come out of it. Maybe— maybe we could still have something.”

“You want us to…” He trailed off, thinking it over. By ‘something,’ he meant a relationship, but— could he be in a relationship? He was still an AI. He wasn’t Bradley. He wasn’t even attracted to Arthur. Hell, he wasn’t even sure he could feel attraction, if that was built into his operating system. Everything in him wanted to say no, it would never work out. An AI taking part in human affairs was a recipe for disaster.

“We could start from the beginning,” Arthur added, as if he knew what Bagley was thinking before he even said it. “I know you don’t really know me so we can start out just friends, nothing more. We can take it as slow as you want and if you decide there’ll never be anything more, we can just stay as friends if that’s what you’re comfortable with. But if you think there can be more, we can try that.”

It was tempting, but… Arthur was still human. And Bagley was not. “Arthur, I’m not sure I was made for this.”

“Then let’s find out,” he said. “I’m okay with anything you are.”

“No, I mean I’m not sure I was made to feel attraction. I believe that’s a fairly important part of relationships,” Bagley said with a hint of humor in the last sentence, though it disappeared by the next. “I’ve never felt that way toward anyone and I’m not sure you’ll be an exception.”

He sighed. “Bags. It doesn’t matter to me whether you like me as a friend or as a boyfriend. What matters is whether or not you’re comfortable with me. I didn’t fall in love with your attraction. I fell in love with you.”

“You fell in love with Bradley,” he corrected. “Not me.”

Regardless of how tempting the offer was and how curious he was to see the extent of his human capabilities, it’d only be an experiment. A trial run of a relationship with someone who was only willing because he was still attached to the person Bagley no longer was. It would be cruel to take advantage of Arthur’s hope for his own curiosity— no different from what Skye did to Bradley. He might’ve had his human body stripped from him, but he still had his humanity.

“Arthur, I’m not Bradley,” he said. “And I know it’s hard to accept, but I can’t be the person you want me to be.”

#wdl #wdl fanfic #unfinished writing #writing #fanfic #wdl bagley

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When I’m Saved (Part 1)

AN: This story is a loose and dramatised version based on a true event that happened to me. I have changed names and situations for privacy reasons. This will be a Tumblr and Ao3 exclusive fic. I hope you all enjoy laughing at how much of an idiot I am for getting into this situation.

“I’d like to thank you all for coming in on such brief notice, and I apologise for calling you all in this late.” Section Chief Mateo Cruz greets his tired team after the plane takes off. “You will notice, Dr Lewis is not here. She took a flight out to Peyton, Idaho to be the liaison for the La Byorteaux family. In the meantime, we have Dr Spencer Reid.” 

“What exactly is the situation?” Agent Prentiss asks. 

“Sixteen-year-old Dmitri La Byorteaux was reported missing from Disneyland at midnight, when the park closed. Park security and LAPD are still searching the park just in case he is still there. Dmitri was with his school group, the Peyton Panthers Marching Band and Colour Guard. The LAPD is taking copies of all of their records concerning Dmitri. The band directors are John Tremblay and Mark Wozniak, assistant leaders are Amy Tremblay, Jill Mellencamp, Nicholas Grace, Nicholas Vasquez, Lily Jones, and Arthur Wallace. There are parent chaperones, the one in charge of Dmitri is Ressa Kilburn,” the section chief explains.

“None of them know where he is or can get ahold of him?” Agent Jareau asks.

“No. These girls may know, though.” 

“Adelaide Parker, Tessa Anderson, Emily McClane, Imogen Wilkinson?” 

“His roommates. They were with him for every moment of the trip.” 

“Roommates? Why would they room a boy with four girls? That sounds very strange.” 

“Hello, crimefighters!” Ms Garcia cheerfully greets the team. “I’ve just been through Dmitri’s records that Mrs Mellencamp has provided. He didn’t have a seat buddy on the bus. He was in the back of the ‘orange’ bus, with Imogen and Emily in front of him. And Dmitri is on three medications, two anti-depressants and a thyroid hormone. He is also reportedly allergic to ibuprofen.” 

“Two anti-depressants?” 

“Yeah, fluoxetine and trazodone.” 

“Those two together can create an effect called serotonin syndrome, which is an excess in the hormone serotonin, which is known as the hormone that makes people happy. Symptoms can range from headaches and myoclonus to hyperthermia and a drastically increased heart rate,” Dr Reid says.

“Dmitri’s phone is most likely dead, because I can’t track it.” 

“Does he talk to anybody from the Los Angeles area?” 

“I spotted a few Los Angeles numbers in his contacts. One belongs to a Hussein College. Another is registered to a man named Diego Castro, and yet another is registered to a Jacob Freeman. I’m sending contact information to your mobiles.”

“Castro’s a forty-year-old drag queen. Has the physique to easily overpower Dmitri.”

“Freeman is six feet tall, twenty-one-years-old, also has the physique to overpower Dmitri easily. Do they know each other? Did either of them know Dmitri or each other before yesterday?”

“No. I don’t even think Diego and Jacob know each other now, but I...I just found a picture on Diego’s Instagram, it’s from yesterday, and both Dmitri and Tessa are in it. Diego’s the one hugging Dmitri, the other men are friends of his.” 

“That’s Tessa over there on the other side. And is Dmitri in a wheelchair?”

“Yeah, none of the band records mentioned a wheelchair or a mobility impairment, so let me just get ahold of Dmitri’s medical records…” Typing can be heard through the laptop. “Huh. There’s nothing for Dmitri. At all. Like, he doesn’t exist. I found a Rhys La Byorteaux, though, they have the same prescriptions, same hometown, same last name... same parents… the only thing different is that Rhys is a girl and Dmitri is a boy. They even have the same therapist.”

“Rhys and Dmitri sound like they’re the same person. When did Dmitri start existing?”

“Early 2017. That’s also when Rhys kind of started...not existing… yeah, they’re the same person, records from Dmitri’s clinic show Rhys is a legal name and that he is biologically female, but he is seeking treatment for gender dysphoria and uses the name Dmitri.”

“Oh... he’s transgender? Why weren’t we told of that?” Agent Jareau asks. “I feel like that would be important information to know.”

“I don’t know, but we’re still calling him Dmitri, right?”

“We should, to avoid confusion. How common is that last name?”

“Not very, sir, the only other people I’m finding in America with that last name are the acting brothers and Dmitri’s family... there is a birth certificate for a Luke La Byorteaux, born to Nathaniel La Byorteaux and a Maria Alvez, but I can’t find anything for Luke past 1989.” Agent Alvez looks to the laptop with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Did you just say Maria Alvez?” 

“Yeah, she also kind of went missing, too.” 

“Garcia. Focus on Dmitri.”

“Got it. Dmitri’s medical records look relatively normal until the age of three, then after that, it looks like he’s a frequent flyer in the medical field. He was born relatively healthy for being induced three weeks early, except for the part where his father, Nathaniel La Byorteaux, was removed from the delivery room for protesting when the doctor threw the baby at mother Eva Kelly’s chest, and also for refusing doctors access to newborn Dmitri, who was born anemic.” 

“What kind of father refuses treatment for his newborn child?” Agent Simmons asks. “What started happening when Dmitri turned three?”

“A lot of appointments with specialty doctors, peppered in with ER visits. They referred Dmitri out to an audiologist based on concerns of multiple ear infections and being deaf. They found out he wasn’t deaf by scanning his brain waves when the regular test didn’t work out, and he was developmentally delayed, put in preschool at three, the youngest in his class. He ate a penny, went to the ER to have it pumped out, that’s like the one relatively normal thing that happened to him. Eva Kelly and Nathaniel La Byorteaux voiced many concerns about Dmitri’s never-ending ear infections and the strep throat that he would get constantly, and the frequent nosebleeds that happened nearly daily. He was admitted to the ER many times, covered in bruises from head to toe, bleeding profusely, dangerously high fevers, and they rushed him from the hospital in Ontario, Oregon to Boise, Idaho. CPS was called over concerns of Nathaniel abusing Dmitri, but charges were dismissed once Eva explained that Nathaniel wouldn’t actually beat Dmitri if he didn’t wake up, that was just how Nathaniel woke him up.” 

“What? Nathaniel threatened to beat up Dmitri?”

“Yeah, I wish that was a joke. All of the tests came back that there were no platelets in Dmitri’s system. Anywhere. Zilch. He was given three bags of immunoglobulin and carefully monitored after that. Doctors determined that the only explanation could have been this rare disease called ITP, or-”

“Immune Thrombocytopenic Purpura. The body mistakenly attacks and destroys platelets in the body, which are fragments of cells that help clot the blood when the body is wounded. It usually starts in children after a viral disease, and it usually resolves itself with no need for treatment.” 

“Yes, Good Doctor. Dmitri’s condition was closely monitored after that, and then shortly after his fifth birthday, he was diagnosed with autism by a specialist in Salt Lake City, Utah. He went to the MayoClinic in Phoenix, Arizona for a month to have a splenectomy, and then that August, he and his brother Roger Kelly were nearly killed in a single-car rollover, and more blood bags were needed, both sustained concussions. Dmitri was admitted to the ER again later that month after he reportedly fell from the shelves in his closet during the night, that’s a concussion, and then again after he tipped over one of those old-person motor scooters onto himself, but miraculously, all he had was road rash and a bunch of scratches.” 

“What? Where did he get a motorised scooter?”

“His dad apparently got it after breaking his knee on his stepson, Robert’s trick bike, when he collided with the garden gnome. Robert also split his chin open and had to get five stitches. Again, the garden gnome. No, I’m not making any of this up. Let’s see...no hospital activity until Dmitri got his tonsils removed at age nine, apparently that was the reason he got strep throat five times a year. He went through urgent care all the time for weird accidents, like one time, his face swelled up to the size of a grapefruit because of misusing acne wipes. He went through urgent care at fourteen for a concussion, was sent home, no further testing was done... and then two months later, he was admitted to the ER for a major concussion, tests showed no brain bleeding, he was sent home to recover from it, when to the ER three months ago because he had bled out during a panic attack...He didn’t go to the ER again until three weeks ago, and yeah.”

“How does he behave in school?”

“Uh...Dmitri is mayhem incarnate, constant behaviour issues. He’s noted to be moody, fidgety, stubborn. Quite closed off from his peers, distracted, impulsive. He does his work super fast and is noted to be quite intelligent but breaks the rules. He is known to be very messy, and he is regularly known to be very goofy, often covered in markers and other things.. He argues with teachers a lot, has his phone confiscated a lot, violates dress code a lot, has been involved in weird incidents, has a very filthy mouth, serves a lot of detention for being late, a lot.” 

“He’s a rule breaker. You think he left on purpose?”

“He doesn’t look like he can in that wheelchair. It looks like a park rental. Garcia, check into that wheelchair thing. And check Dmitri’s social media. His emails and text messages, too.” 

“On it. I’m going to update Tara.” The blonde woman ends the call, and the screen returns to a navy blue background. 

“I’m going to call LAPD, tell them Dmitri has less time than we thought,” Chief Cruz says, pulling out his cell phone and stepping towards another section of the plane. 

“How do you bleed out from a panic attack?” Agent Rossi asks. “Kid has got talents.”

“That entire family has talents. A garden gnome?”

“Less talk about the freak garden gnome accident, more trying to find Dmitri. He couldn’t have gotten far if he needed a wheelchair, so someone would have had to carry him out if he got far.” 

“We have to figure out why he was in the wheelchair.” 

“He had a concussion three weeks ago that went mostly untreated, he’s probably still showing symptoms, and he may have developed physical coordination issues rendering him temporarily unable to walk. He may also be extremely dizzy, or his limbs may be extremely weak,” Dr Reid explains. 

“Someone would have had to take him. We should track down Diego Castro and Jacob Freeman, see what they know.” 

“The girls would definitely know what happened to him. We have to talk to them. We should also talk to the chaperones that would know Dmitri the best, starting with John and Amy Tremblay.”

#david rossi #jennifer jareau #tara lewis #Luke Alvez #Matt Simmons #mateo cruz #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #spencer reid #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #DavidRossi

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Discussion I have on YouTube under video 'A Mediocre Recap of Mediocre Alternate History Shows' from AlternateHistoryHub

Sir Reginald Meowington 1 month ago Uh-oh here comes the Korra Stans. Back to the topic, I feel that some of the people who worked on Fringe most likely worked on Man in the High Castle. It's too early similar or they are Fringe fans.

Extreme Madness 1 month ago (edited) Becase she wasn't Mary Sue... an argument that ignores the original meaning and is actually used against any female character that shows even hints of self-confidence or arrogance or is even better at something than male characters. Aang learned and became a master of all four elements in less than 9 months, almost constantly dominating his opponents, somehow people don't consider him Mary Sue, Korra who spent 13 YEARS! of intense training, and despite that still could not airbending, struggling in fighting opponents who have some superior abilities, ended up in a wheelchair, recovered for more than three years from mental and physical trauma ... somehow it makes her Mary Sue, if she was a male character no one would even thought of considering him a Mary Sue...

Sir Reginald Meowington 1 month ago ​@Extreme Madness I like how you automatically assume that I dislike Korra out of misogyny or a hidden agenda despite enjoying female characters like She-Hulk, Wonder Woman, Rogue, Big Barda, Phoenix, Zarya (Overwatch), and Noi (Dorohedoro). Basically, women who fight like men and have the muscles/powers to prove it. There is a reason why I dislike Goku, Wolverine, Batman, and similar characters. Nice try on attempting to find a non-existent bias. When it comes to a wheelchair recovery story I prefer Barbara Gordon's journey and triumph to become Batgirl again, over Korra's lackluster 10-minute portrayal. There was more emotional weight seeing Barbara doing normal mundane tasks like eating, showering, attempting to walk (after failing numerous times), and talking to a therapist about her trauma in the course of several issues than it was for Korra getting a quick fix in one episode. Korra isn't a well-written character and it shows. She never has to own up to her mistakes like the time she broke up with Mako by wrecking his desk and threatening him for doing the right thing. Does she apologize for her behavior in the police station? Never. Did she apologize when seducing Mako so he can cheat with Asami or apologizes to Bolin for using him as a way to get Mako? Never. Does she apologize to Tenzin for yelling at him for being a horrible teacher? The story forgets it. Do any characters tell Korra she is making the wrong decision or that her going in fists first will cause more damage and be proven right. Nope. Was Korra shown to be wrong when wanting to create a fictional Gulf of Tonkin incident to get the United Nations in a war with the Northern Watertribe as careless and harmful? No. The plots dictate that she can never be wrong even when it could potentially put people in danger. Korra is given fixes too quickly. She gets her bending taken away. That's interesting. We can see her work through her anger, hurt, and self-delusion, Oh nope sorry she gets it back 5 minutes later after crying about it. Oh no she lost the past Avatars. Why should Korra care? She never talked to them or formed a relationship with any of them similar to Aang and Roku. Oh wow, she is disabled are we going to get two or three episodes where she deals with her new life in a wheelchair including how mundane tasks are now a struggle? Sorry, we don't get time for that or life-long PTSD, we have to rush the plot because we can't understand how to tell a story in 12 episodes. You can also tell how much of a fetish they have for brutalizing Korra and show it in meticulous detail. Ah yes, this is what I asked for more man pain and people wonder why I hate Wolverine.

Extreme Madness 3 weeks ago (edited) @Sir Reginald Meowington Even if everything you said was true (it isn't), that's still argument against her being Mary Sue (character that supposed to be ridiculously perfect and not having flaws and weaknesses).  Her being in wheelchair was just part of her slow recovery through entire season (she didn't recover immediately, she was in wheelchair for months, while trying to walk again, and after that she was still recovering for 3 years). How is she guilty for Mako cheating? He have his own agency. If he really loved Asami he could just said that he wasn't interested. Korra give up to be with Mako anyway when she became friend with Asami, she even ask Mako to go to Asami after they escape from her father. Everything after that was on him.  She didn't use Bolin to get Mako, she just go out with him to have fun. Bolin was the one who mistakenly thought that they are on date. Mako was technically right when he stop Korra attend, but he still did that behind her back, she was right to be angry, especially when it was desperate attempt to save her tribe from occupation. Isn't she apologized to Tenzin when she come back after learning what her uncle trying to do.

Sir Reginald Meowington 3 weeks ago @Extreme Madness "Even if everything you said was true (it isn't)," Talk about denialism there. I don't like the evidence you presented to me therefore it is not true. That doesn't refute anything I have said or why it's problematic. That just tells me you don't like any argument presented to you therefore everything you don't like is false or a lie. Just a reminder Korra isn't right to create a Gulf of Tonkin situation and starting a war will cost the lives of citizens who are unaffiliated with the conflict. (Looks at Vietnam and Spanish American War) It is not right for a high ranking member (General Iroh) to create a situation that leads to justification for war. You know what happens with that right? Court Martial and possible execution. We have whistleblower laws for a reason. Apologizing isn't enough. The writers should known better and have everyone call her out for it. It's the biggest reason why Korra is problematic in the show. The writers have no understanding of writing Korra or any political ideologies (Everyone ranting how Amon is communist is using red-baiting arguments) present in the show that they flaunt to make them appear edgy and mature. It's why Korra comes out bad for forcing a kiss on Mako and telling him "Yeah, but when you're with her, your thinking about me, aren't you?", never apologizing to Bolin for cheating only Mako apologized, having her disabilities skipped because they don't know how to scope within 12 episodes (Barbara Gordon did it better and in less than 30 pages), Asami getting back with her dad was brought up last minute and then he is dead. Just because someone apologizes doesn't mean they deserve forgiveness. Especially not after destroying property damage over a fit. You do that and I get the restraining order.

Extreme Madness 1 week ago (edited) @Sir Reginald Meowington I actually started watch the show again and look at that, you are full of shit, Korra actually apologize to Tenzin for calling him terrible teacher in second episode of Book 1! Korra didn't use Bolin to get closer to Mako, that's what Mako accused Korra for, doesn't make it true, Korra was actually right about his feelings for her, and Korra literally apologize to Bolin while healing his arm in episode 5 for whole situation. About situation when she desperately trying to free southern water tribe from occupation, it's interesting how you blame entire situation on her and not at her uncle. She have every right to be frustrated. She make only few brash decisions, in most situations she listens and work with others like when she  listen Mako how they should save Bolin from Amon, she was doing that for the rest of the show, especially after she returns after having vision of Avatar Wan and learning what her uncle actually planning, in book 3 she surrender to Red Lotus so others can save Airbenders. About her recovery, you don't see the forest for the trees, her being in wheelchair was just part of her slow recovery, it wasn't only important part of it. When did Barbara Gordon stopped being Oracle? It's another lazy retcon from DC? DC couldn't work with other batgirls so they took one of rear example of superheroes with disabilities and make her somehow magically recover from spine cord injury. Lazy writing I'd say. Bad example. I will stay with Korra.

Extreme Madness 5 days ago @Sir Reginald Meowington "Does she apologize for her behavior in the police station? Never." I know you ignored my previous answers but ... Just a few days ago I watched the finale of Book 2 and look at that, Korra actually APOLOGIZED to Mako for that before they broke up! When you actually watch the show you see how many arguments arose from people who didn’t actually watch the show or didn’t pay attention to such important details.

Sir Reginald Meowington 5 days ago @Extreme Madness You lost all credibility when you put Barbara Gordon and Gail Simone under the bus to make Korra look good when a 10-minute google search into the story arcs and fan discussions regarding disabilities and whether or not she should walk again were ignored. Not to mention the decades of critiques and discussions of the event in The Killing Joke and the input of various writers who talked about it for decades in several series starting Barbara. Then you go by using ad-hominem attacks towards me by claiming I am a liar and that I don't watch the show. I quoted the episodes and the scene in the last comment that mysteriously disappeared including why that was problematic and how the show does not do a good job at addressing her faults. As mentioned before, apologizing after enacting violence against your partner during a break up is not enough. As I said when I addressed it, "Just because someone apologizes doesn't mean they deserve forgiveness. Especially not after destroying property damage over a fit. You do that and I get the restraining order." and this is the problem of the writers not understanding how to write Korra or her archetype. It is obvious she was sacrificed in the altar of man pain for character growth and the most abysmal love triangle since the Jean Grey/Scott Summers/Wolverine ship. It's the only reason why I started shipping Asami and Korra as I do with Jean Grey and Emma Frost due to the levels of toxicity. Of course, that would require you to have basic reading comprehension or understanding of social/political issues when moving the goal post so you don't have to address those ugly truths when questioning the romance even fans addressed was badly handled. So now you are trying to grasp at anything in an attempt to make yourself look good after calling you out about supporting a toxic relationship with a female abuser. But of course, it ain't toxic or bad when it's female on male. It's just for laughs.

Extreme Madness 5 days ago @Sir Reginald Meowington "apologizing after enacting violence against your partner during a break up is not enough" Originally you only claimed that she never apologized, which is a notorious untruth, now you claim that her apology is not enough, who here moving the goal post actually. "supporting a toxic relationship with a female abuser" What the hell are you talking about ?! Korra, abuser ?! Go fuck off. I also don't care about the convoluted mess that DC and Marvel comics are for which no one knows which continuum they follow anymore. So no I don’t want to see them as an argument.

Sir Reginald Meowington 5 days ago ​@Extreme Madness Saying they don't count as an argument because it is not your preference is a lame excuse to dismiss evidence regarding a comparison between two similar story arcs between Korra and Barbara. As for the other point It would be good of you to stop time traveling between comments and look at the entire picture of why throwing your partner's desk while they are at work during an argument is problematic. As defined by several resources that talk about relationship and spousal abuse.

It is not okay for your significant other to throw or breaks things when angry in front of you even if they have no intention of physically hurting you.

That is a person who is purposefully threatening you and reestablishing the power dynamics of control/dominance when their partner does something they do not like. That is a person with massive anger issues who is one step away from physically hurting you someday. It's a big red flag that you need to get out and it's only going to escalate from there. There is no excuse for that kind of behavior, no excuse for your partner to throw items in front of you, no excuse for them intimidating you, and no excuse for creating a scene or atmosphere of violence. That is damaging to the psyche of the person that it is enacted upon. In any situation, get out and contact the authorities immediately don't wait, especially if you feel you are in danger. Grab your things, file a protection order, and don't look back. Nobody should vent or release their anger at someone like that.

Ugh...

How do I answer this, they first claimed that Korra never apologized to anyone and that her recovery is worse than some completely different character who has nothing to do with her and now claims that Korra was abusive in her relationship with Mako. I don't know what to say anymore...

#r/ant #personal r/ant #some people are just so... ugh #just ugh #personal post

[lokisgame]

A Generous Donation [11]

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8] [part 9] [part 10]

They woke up together, early, because she needed to stop by her place to change for the day. "There's a new toothbrush in the cabinet," he grinned, kissing her good morning and earning a poke under the rib, laughing. "Good, you should use it sometimes," she said, and sat up, stretching arms over her head. "I should bring something to sleep in next time." Mulder grinned and ran one hand down her bare back. "I'm not complaining." "Something silk and short, you'd love it." "More than what you're wearing now? I doubt it." "Flatterer," she teased and went for the bathroom, wearing nothing and wearing it well.

Ten minutes later she was downstairs, taking the coffee he offered. They stood next to each other, leaning against the counter, she in her yesterday's business casual, he in loose swats and a t-shirt, scratching his cheek. The day settling in. "What time do you think they'll have the results." "Sometime before lunch," she said, "they'll call." "I can't imagine you did this for weeks." "What?" "Waiting, it's killing me." He said, but then checked himself, "bad joke, sorry." "Transplant ward humour," she smiled, bumping his shoulder, "you're a natural." "Type 0 negative, take what you want." "More dad jokes?" "As long they are not dead jokes." "You're hilarious," she deadpanned making him laugh, for real this time. "I have to go, thanks for the toothbrush." She put the mug in the sink and as she looked up, he touched her chin, bringing her lips to his, kissing them softly. "What's that for?" "Luck," he said and kissed her again. He got the call around noon.

Scully stood a few feet from the door to Will's room, waiting for Walter to be done talking to the head nurse, realising, she was biting her nails. "You're a mess," she told herself under her breath, trying to calm her heart and conjure some leftover confidence. "Shall we?" Walter said and together they went in. "Will," she greeted him, crossing the room as he looked up from the book he was reading. He smiled, if faintly, his eyes fixed on the man behind her. "Hi mom," he said and nodded, "Sir." "How are you doing Will," Skinner asked, shaking his hand. "Not too bad," Will said, closing the book. "Mom? What's going on." "We found a donor." She said, moving straight to the point. "Yes," Skinner nodded, standing by the foot of his bed. "And since you're legally an adult, we need your consent to start with the treatment." "You got a pen?" Will said, turning pale but sitting straight. "It's not like I have much choice." "You always have a choice," Skinner said, resting his hands on the footboard. "Hear him out, Will." Scully said, putting her arm around him. "I'm obligated to explain to you the procedure, before you sign anything, so listen carefully." Will nodded. "Before we get you better, we will have to make you worse, a lot worse." "Chemo, I know." "You have to understand, we have to wipe out your immune system and destroy your own bone marrow, to get you ready for the donor cells. It won't be pretty, you will have to go through a very aggressive regimen of chemotherapy, during which you will remain in isolation to limit any risk of infection." "How long that will take?" "About two days, it will hurt like hell and there might be complications." "What then." "While you go through the preparations, we will take marrow from the donor and store it, until you are ready for transplant." "Then?" "Then once you're ready, you’ll receive the new, healthy marrow, and then we wait." "How will that look like?" "Like a blood transfusion, the cells are transferred into your bloodstream and through that, settle in your bones, where they'll hopefully stay and start to grow, rebuilding your blood and immune system, while you remain in observation." "And how long that might be?" "Usually around 100 days," Skinner said, "during that time we will monitor your condition, watching blood cell counts and keep an eye out for any signs of graft rejection." "So we're looking at three months." "At the hospital, after that, you will remain under supervision, but hopefully on an out-patient basis." "Alright, when do we start?" "As soon as we get you transferred to isolation." "Don't worry," Scully said, drawing him closer, "I'll be as close to you as I can." "I know you will." He said, leaning a little into her. "Okay, where do I sign?" "Here are the forms," Skinner said, handing him a stack of papers with a pen. "I'll leave you for a moment, I have to talk to the nurses." "Thanks." Will said and started scribbling his name on dotted lines, his hand shaking a little. He was almost done with the paperwork when he spoke again, careful not to look up. "Mom?" "Yes?" "Who is it?" He asked quietly, "The donor, anyone we know?" Scully took a deep breath, finding her voice, then whispered. "It's Mulder." Will nodded, writing his name one last time with a flourish.

He answered the phone on third ring. "Mulder." "Hey, it's me." Her voice on the other end sounded small. "How is he?" "It's bad, the things he went through so far, are nothing compared to this." "It's necessary." "I know," she sighed, "but it doesn't make it any easier." "You'll stay with him all night?" "I need to, I can't leave him." "Of course, but try to get some sleep, for me, please?" "I'll try, and how are you doing?" "Nervous," he said, closing his eyes, "it's not like I'll be peeing into a plastic cup." She huffed out quarter of a laugh. "No, it's not," "Good to know there's still one laughing bone left in you intact," he teased softly, "you'll be okay. Both of you will." "You want me to take you home after?" "No, you don't have to." "Someone should keep an eye on you," Mulder laughed, warmed by her concern. "Scully, baby, you can't be in all places at once, and right now, Will needs you more than I do." "But it's the least I can do." "I talked to some friends, they'll come pick me up." "But," "Relax, I'll be alright. When do you think they will," "Thursday, if there's no complications." "Thanksgiving," Mulder said. "Yeah, let's hope we'll have something to be thankful for." Silence stretched, humming with anxiety. "Does he know it's me?" Mulder asked finally and Scully sighed, he could almost hear her shoulders slump. "Yes," she said, "I'm sorry, he asked." "No, it's okay," Mulder said gently, "he would've figured it out, eventually." Someone said something in the background and Scully said she'll be right with them. "I have to go," she said to the phone, "they're starting Will on another round." "Sure, go, we'll talk tomorrow." "Wait, what time is it?" "Almost eleven, go, be with your kid." "Mulder?" "Yeah?" "I," she choked on words and pain in her voice tore at his heart some more. "I know, go," he said and hung up.

The ballpark was full, Fenway Park packed to capacity with red, white and blue. Heavy clouds gathered in the east, threatening to dump their load and end the game before the Red Sox had any chance at fighting back. The score was tied and the tall, chestnut haired kid in the field already earned two strikes. Opposite him stood a giant, clad in Yankee midnight blue, his face merciless like the face of baseball God. Mulder watched the boy fix his grip on the bat. "Remember," he muttered under his voice, "hips before hands…" The ball flew, the boy swung the bat… "How are we doing, mr Mulder?" Boomed a voice, yanking him out of the dream and blowing it away in seconds, while reality rushed in. The sky outside looked painted with red and orange, sun finally peeking through to say goodnight. A tall, bald doctor was walking in, the one who was in charge of the procedure. Skinner was the name, Mulder remembered, gathering himself to sit up. "I had worse," he said while the mans' hands were on him, businesslike but not callous, checking pulse and bandages. He looked through Mulders' chart and satisfied, started making notes on some new papers he brought. "Well, you look fine enough to go home for the rest of the day. Most of the side effects should be gone by the end of the week," Skinner said, signing the release form, "but it can take up to a month for you to completely recover, so my advice is to try to take it easy." "I will," Mulder said and shook the doctor's hand. "Thank you." "No, Mr Mulder, thank you. You quite possibly saved a young mans' life, and my friends' son, I'm truly grateful." "He's a great kid." "He sure is." Skinner smiled and left the room. The tv hummed in the background and Mulder glanced at the clothes laid out on the bed. His back ached and the thought of pulling on pants filled him with dread, but he bit the bullet and, perched on the edge of the mattress, gingerly started to dress. "I can do this," he said to himself, moving at a glacial pace when a voice came from the doorway. "We volunteer to pick you up and this is what we get in return?" Mulder sighed and looked at the two men standing in the doorway. Both of them were around his age, but as he aged with grace and dignity, they looked basically as they did the day they met. Basements of MIT held some pretty interesting relics. "Stop passing judgment," he said to the tall one, "it's like Arctic in here." "No it's not," the man replied and walked in. "You sure you're okay to go home?" Asked the shorter one, pushing a wheelchair in front of him. "Frohike, get that thing away from me." "Hospital policy," the tall one grinned, adding, "old man." "Blow me, Langly," Mulder said, pulling himself to his feet, but then he hissed and wobbled. Langly caught him and helped him into the chair. "Easy." "Thanks." Frohike took the bag and the jacket from the bed and glanced around the room. "You had anything else with you?" "No," Mulder said, trying to control his breathing while his stomach auditioned for Cirque du Soleil. "Hey, you sure you okay?" "Yeah," he swallowed hard and finally looked up. "I'm just worried, I can do that at home as well." "If you say so." Frohike said pulling the doors open and Langly pushed the chair, with Mulder in it, towards the elevators and the parking lot.

The Gunmen didn't try to pull him into their conversation, letting him rest, while Byers pitched his patience against late afternoon traffic. They took him straight home, arguing from where to order the pizza, and what should be on top. They made the call from the car to save time. Mulder managed the steps to his front door and headed straight for the couch, pulling the blanket over himself, barely any strength left to toe off his sneakers. "Did you talk to the good doctor today?" "Yeah, she called this morning." "Called." Langly said, dubious. "She's with her son, no point in her going in and out of quarantine zone just to talk." "Well," he began, but then thought better of it. "You're right." "Here are your meds," Byers said, putting a glass of water next to the bag on the coffee table. "You should take them after dinner." The doorbell rang and Langly went to get it, his wallet out to pay for the delivery. Mulder ate one slice, without getting up, took the pills and watched the game on tv, which someone had turned on. Low conversation hummed around him, comfortable, familiar, and completely undemanding. It was one of the little things he was grateful for most, having people he could count on without worrying about returning the favour. Food, meds and being home helped a lot, but his mind kept drifting to Scully, her nervous hands he wished he could hold, her tense shoulders he would gather under his arm. His brave, strong Scully, fighting for her son. Mulder's prayers were short and to the point, since he wasn't even sure, if there was an all-powerful God. He didn't need much from the one above, or below, or around for that matter, if one wanted to be fair to all, nothing more than not making them stand over a hole in the ground, because that hole would forever stay open in their hearts. He didn't watch the game end, or notice the boys look at him then at each other. The question that hung unspoken, finally ripened enough to be voiced. "Why do you do it?" Frohike said from the chair by the fireplace and Mulder sighed, pulling the blankets a little closer around himself. "If I ever had a kid," he said quietly, "I hope there would be someone, who would do the same for him." His friends looked at him for a long moment, expressions gradually softening, while they accepted the answer as true to Mulders' nature as they might ever expect. "Well, let's hope it works." Frohike said and smiled warmly. "Yeah, let's." Mulder relied and watched them get up to leave. "Take it easy," said Byers, shrugging into his long coat, "and call if you need anything." "Thanks." "Anytime man." Langly said and zipped up his leather jacket. Frohike patted his shoulder and they left, leaving Mulder with his fears and aches. His part was done, now all he could do was wait.

#generous donation #mst fanfic #au #sweet nothings #x files fanfic

[jackyjango]

Dark Phoenix Review

I saw Dark Phoenix yesterday and I wanted to bank in my reactions until Saturday, because many more would have watched the film by then, but it turns out that I’m not very good at keeping my opinions to myself. I almost didn’t sleep the whole night (which isn’t healthy. lol)

So I’ll empty my guts here and leave it. You can read it now, or after you’ve watched the movie or not at all. Life’s full of options.

Oh, and 1 more thing, spoilers come free with my opinions

Who is that man in a wheelchair with a bald head and? They say he’s Charles Xavier. Listen, you want to portray Charles in grey shades, be my guest. Charles does have many dark qualities. He’s prideful, he’s manipulative, but one thing he’s not is selfish. He wouldn’t put his interests before the lives of someone he loves and cares. In fact, one of Charles’ greatest downfall is that he loves and cares too much. The man who practically drunk himself to death over Raven leaving him doesn’t shed a tear when she dies, instead gives a speech on what a hero she was.That, to me is not Charles Xavier. You get to see the real Charles Xavier only for the first 5 and last 15 minutes of the film, which is quite a tragedy in itself.

Jean making Charles walk up a flight of stairs while he pleads for her to stop was SO painful to watch. I can hate this movie for that scene alone. Using Charles’ disability against him is all kinds of screwed up.

The Helmet and the wheelchair has become symbolic of Erik and Charles in a way. I understand Jean destroying both of those is metaphorical and all, but they could have done it without putting Charles through that pain and humiliation.

I absolutely don’t understand Raven’s characterisation. Now, she’s suddenly the one to lecture about family (She’s not Mystique anymore). Wasn’t she the one giving speeches on how they’re not kids anymore and that they need to fight and not hide behind walls? And suddenly, they’re kids all over again? (They’re in their late twenties for fuck’s sake) The friction between her and Charles is really tiring.

Telling a little girl that she was responsible for her mother’s death and that her father didn’t want her because he thought that she was a freak is apparently the right thing to do. Brave XMCU! Blaming Charles for hiding that truth away and sending them on dangerous missions while he stays back is a low blow (He didn’t think about himself when he passed out using the cerebro, did he Raven? Is that dangerous enough for you!!?) Urghhh! I won’t even understand that trajectory, so fuck it. It pisses me off to no end.

As I expected, the friction between Charles and Hank is just baseless. Blaming Charles for Raven’s death (come on man, that was an ACCIDENT!!!) and running away to kill Jean was contradicting. Because Raven dies trying to save Jean and Hank now wants to do everything that Raven would have done? (Uhhhh? Where is the logic, exactly?)

I don’t know who wrote that scene where Hank forces Charles to admit that Raven’s death was his fault, because I’m sure I’ll tear that person to shreds if I meet them) ‘Come on, man. Admit it. Admit it to me right now!’ It’s not a juvenile version of ‘Truth or Dare’ where you force your friend to admit that they have a crush on someone.

Hank and Erik “bonding” over the fact they both loved Raven. You know what, I don’t even want to get started on that shit trail.

Why portray Charles as an almost-alcoholic? Was it really required? What did you want to show? That he’s drowning his sorrows and short comings in alcohol.? Well, in order to do that, you have to portray his sorrows first, you geniuses. It’s some shitty story telling.

Why bring in the storyline of Quicksilver being Mag’s son when you’re not going to broach the topic at all? Not once, not even in passing.

Hey, you know what? I’m terrible at writing dialogues. I write shit dialogues. But I thought that I could write better dialogues than who ever has written it in this movie. And if I can write better than them, just imagine how bad it is: In no universe I know would Charles say things like, ‘Yep’ and ‘Damn it man’. And in no universe would Erik say, ‘Save your ‘old friend’ shit Charles’. Listen, Erik might be a lot of things, but he isn’t the one to disrespect relationships. Above all else, Charles is the only meaningful relationship he has in his life (and need not be in a romantic way). He would in no way disrespect it. ‘So… yeah, I have killed people’ IS THAT THE BEST DIALOGUE YOU COULD HAVE COME UP WITH, YOU IDIOTS!? Bad dialogues are not new to the X-Men movies, but the actors have always pulled them off. Some of them in this are so bad that even James and Michael sound stupid saying it.

Some scenes are so bad that I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Jean just taking off after Raven dies. That’s so uncharacteristic!! You would shoo away a dog better than how Erik sends Jean away from Genosha.’Go! Leave now!’ Really? I almost died out of second hand embarrassment.

The aliens feel SO WEIRD in an X-Men movie. I thought I could get used to the idea, but… no. Didn't happen. You simply cannot associate aliens with an X-Men movie. Avengers, sure. Just not an X-Men movie. It’s not a bad thing necessarily, just weird.

No matter what, I can’t root for Jean and Scott’s relationship in this. The chemistry just falls flat. They look more like brother and sister. And since their relationship plays an important role, that whole branch of that arc doesn't entice me at all.

The trope of ‘someone important in Erik’s life dying to turn him bad again’ isn’t cute the fourth time around.

I knew the ending even before I went to see the movie, so I knew that Charles would leave his school to Scott (as it is in the comics), and I was thrilled at the prospect of cherik being canon. While I’m thrilled for the cherik ending, I feel like Charles was almost forced out of his own school. Okay, he lied to Jean to protect her from the truth, so what, he’s not fit to be a teacher anymore? He’s not the same man who guided and gave you guys a home and showed you how to control your powers, you ungrateful shits? There should have been some sort of closure where Charles chooses to retire voluntarily and says goodbye before leaving.

Well, there ARE some really good aspects to the movie as well. It’s not completely bad. I really enjoyed it in many ways:

The movie is actually centred around Jean, start to end. It shows her struggling with her powers and the story doesn’t stray away from her, so that’s definitely done better than last stand, where Jean was just a fuming bulldozer. I also love how powerful they’ve portrayed her to be.

Genosha is really nice and I especially like Erik’s flat/container/living situation. It’s very rusty and cool. Suits him (I would like that very narrow single bed to turn into a double bed once Charles is there) I also loved Erik’s and Charles’ wardrobes. (Though I prefer Charles in cardigans, suits do him good)

I didn’t like the fight sequence in New York because there were too many unwanted things going on, but I did like the fight sequence in the train. Mags especially! AWESOME!!

All of them fighting together. That’s what I always wanted.

The music is really good. But that’s expected from Hans Zimmers.

These movies would have hit rock bottom if not for the actors. Sophie is AMAZING!! Everyone as well. But Sophie stands out.

The officers in the train scene who are transporting the x-men are called ‘Mutant Containment Unit’. In short, they have MCU (also known as Marvel Cinematic Universe) plastered on their uniforms. Erik telling them ‘you need us’ was brilliant. If it was intentionally put in there, it’s a stroke of genius, else it’s just luck.

There’s a scene in the train sequence where Erik protects Charles, Scott and Jean by closing the compartment they’re in with metal. I literally clapped my hands. Similar to what Sir Ian did it in ‘Days of Future Past’. Not as obvious and grandiose in gesture as the ‘X’ in XMA, but it’s enough to satisfy my little cherik heart. 

I LOVED the chess proposal at the end!! And when Erik said, ‘You gave me a home once and I’d like to return the favour’ I think my heart exploded in my chest. If your OTP flirting with each other in the city of love while one proposes of moving in doesn’t make them canon, then I don’t know what does!!

In short, you’ll love the movie if you only love Jean Grey and Raven. If you love everyone else along with them, well…tough luck.

I said that I’ll be happy as long as they give me a cherik ending.

They did give me a cherik ending and all I want now is to read a fic where Charles and Erik are cuddled up on Erik’s very narrow bed while Erik re-assures Charles with kisses that nothing was his fault. (I’ve deleted the part where Charles loses his hair in XMA from my brain, so Charles still has his luscious locks intact in this fic I want to read)

It’s certainly a private joke to me that 19 years of X-Men ended with cherik being canon. The thing with X-Men, you can love it and hate it at the same time and somehow not get tired of it.

#dark phoenix #xmdp #cherik #spoilers #xmdp spoilers #i'm all for discussions when you watch the movie #but if you want to convince me that charles was wrong- don't even try #and that his characterisation is interesting or whatever they're calling it #don't even try because I won't get convinced #xmdp review #jackyj.txt

[ghosty-schnibibit]

finally found time to listen to the first ep of graduation and holy shit!!! i love it so much!!!!! liveblog below ^u^

so i’ve stayed off tumblr for the last five days to avoid any spoilers and damn it was both hard and worth the wait, i am so hype for the rest of this season!!! i think this may be the longest liveblog i’ve ever done so apologies in advance to mobile users if the readmore doesn’t work.

oh dang! starting off with narration!

newa? oh cool we're not in faerun

“a blessing of unicorns” travis i am in love with your world already

loving the spookiness of the place names

trav i love it but this is so much lore so quickly bud i've had to pause to take notes like three times

"and our deaths become all but inevitable" jesus travis

i am so excited, this is going to be so much fun

this music is giving me such dreamworks vibes

AND A CAT :D

SPECTRAL CAT :O

and here's the other three boys!

griffin is getting out years of dm saltiness and i love it

a handsome half elf boy, neat

agro keen! nice name clint

his voice is like griffin put artemis sterling and indrid in a blender

sir fitzroy maplecourt, i love him already

clint no, i am too a ace for this

water genasi, that sounds fun

i cannot wait to see the fanart of this dude, he sounds so pretty

"you had me until the mustashe" same griffy, same

JUSTIN THIS CANNOT BE THE VOICE YOU USE FOR THE WHOLE CAMPAIGN, JUSTIN W H Y

clint started off vaguely crunchy and veered right into ned

this is untenable justin

just throwing this out there, just purely based on the voices, i think fitzroy is my fave so far

oh fun! like caduceus 

"that's an absolute unit!" mood

i need art of this dude so bad

... so the same name you gave the nitpicker lol

GARY THE GARGOYLE

fitzroy you precious baby boy

oh god this is bringing back memories

"what is a bunked bed?" says griffin 'every fantasy world i create contains elevators' mcelroy

"there is no shame in this" what does that mean justin

fitzroy is my sweet boy and i love him so much, my wee aristocratic dipshit

nice! 17 for the first roll of the campaign!

huh, nice! i like this mechanic

clint ilu

you mentioned maps in the ttazz trav, give me the maps

loving the verb usage lol

oh god its hagrid

i'm loving bud more and more each time he talks

"that's groundsy's place" that's where groundsy hides the bodies of students who displease him

ARGO WTF ARE YOU DOING

"both in different ways" dang

barn and battleground side... this sounds fun

does fitzroy want to be a knight? i love this

love the use of the word smooshed

hippocamp? oooooh horse mermaid, fun

BABY :D

nice, that sounds cool as hell

TRAVIS HOW HAVE YOU MADE ME CRY, THIS IS LITERALLY THE FIRST EP AND I'M LITERALLY IN TEARS OVER THIS BABY

y'know what, his voice has grown on me

justin you are crushing this entire scene and i love it

we're already getting some foreshadowing here and i am loving it

oh this music is so choice

YEAAAH first competent woman of the arc! :D

nice, go argo

"oooh, you're sir fitzroy" why does my boy have a reputation already

did my boy get kicked out of the hero tract without knowing it???

is he crying?????

"i had my feelings hurt by a strong man" b a b y  b o y

who's the asshole?

argo my sweet sarcastic boy

oh fun, new npc buddies :D

i'm getting some wicked malfoy vibes from this guy

argo is being a dick but in a very deserved way

travis was not kidding about the sheer volume of npcs, holy shit, i'm only about 45 minutes in and i think that's seven different npcs with names and distinct personalities

oh fun! fantasy wheelchair 0u0

make that ten named npcs

his full name is argonaut, cool!

i am so excited for her holy shit, i need to draw every single pc and npc but i want to draw her the most, i love her so much

fitzroy is a dipshit and i love him

ooooh i get it now, so it's almost more like an acting school, i am digging this setting so much trav

damn that is confident

... are they the only ones clapping?

higglemis is such a mood

justin ilu holy shit

i love leon so much already, he's so soft spoken and sweet

"you would not survive that" fair call lol

griffin no you're going to destroy me with second hand embarrassment

what are you doing fitzroy my dumb dumb boy

"i'm in heck" g r i f f i n

oh my sweet summer child. oh my poor baby :(

yes, what is your class my sweet failure boy

so he's a wizard boy, love it

thank you for trying bud ilu

f i t z r o y  2

druid boy!

rouge buddies :D

so we've got a druid, a wizard, and a rouge, nice balance, a little heavy to magic users but so was balance lol

... i am terrified to know what this squirrel thing is

never mind that is actually freakin adorable, and i love her so much

oh goody malfoy's back

... it's hazing. he's going to haze them.

trav’s doing a really good job of giving npcs with similar pitches of voice different cadences to their speech

the fuck griffin

"that would put me right off lemons" a r g o

oh he has a cape... i know i kept thinking of him as a sort of malfoy character but now i can't stop picturing eridan

i am genuinely loving all the hp digs, this is so good

SNEAKERY

oh nice! birdy teacher :D

griffin what owl character are you referring to??????

i love how mundane this is, no joke, it makes it feel really grounded

good to know since they don't really have a healer

they have a dedicated party class, i love this

are they actual skeletons??? holy shit travis i love this so much

he's such a nervous baby, awww

DAMN GRIFFIN NICE

i love how supportive these boys are

how did you manage that trav, dang

HE'S A WHAT GRIFFIN??? I'VE BEEN PICTURING HIM AS A LIL NERD BOY THE WHOLE TIME, HE'S A BARBARIAN????? H O W

"we don't talk about it" i love this

is that a spell? i need to look that up

i love this skeleton friend so much

clint's tradition of naming his weapons continues and i love it

clint what are you d o i n g

NICE! go argo :D

"fuck life lessons!" jesus fitzroy

so it's more of like... a vocational school, size-wise, which aligns with a lot of the background info trav's given us. nice, easy to mentally picture

blame taking???

"you're the one whose magic came and ruined everything!" i am so eager to know this magic barbarian boy's backstory

agro's going for a more errol flynn aesthetic lol

puppy :D

"we feel settled on bud" i just realized this is the second character justin's playing that we don't know the real name of lol

i am so eager to learn what the heck this is and i just know it's going to end in a cliffhanger with only 11 minutes left in the ep

"does a plant cry out? it is plant!" i love this sweet firbolg boy

awww, ranier is a sweety, i love her so much, she's my favorite npc so far

bud’s giving himself some larry bird boots lol

everyone but bud are dumb dumbs lol

this music is so good

i am so intrigued travis holy shit this is so good

a credit to trav, this is the first npc that's made me think of magnus in terms of vocal cadence and tone

oh groundsy

poor fitzroy lmao

I AM SO READY FOR THIS

in conclusion: i am so incredibly hype for the new season!!! i know this ep was mostly setup but i’m already super interested in everyone’s characters and the mystery of whatever’s going on in the spooky forest, and i’m loving the direction travis is taking with the world and how he’s combining the magical with the mundane to make a grounded yet fantastical setting! i can’t wait for the next ep and for all the great things to come this season with everyone ^u^

#taz #taz graduation #the adventure zone #ghosty liveblogs taz #taz spoilers #sorry this is so incredibly late holy shit #but the last week has been so busy #and i wanted to set aside a good amount of time to listen when i knew i wouldn't be interrupted and that time didn't come for half a week fm #i'm so freaking excited!!! #and also so proud of trav!!! #this was so good!!!!!

[hookaroo]

Vocivore, Ltd. (12 of ?)

A OUAT WINTER WHUMP FIC

Also on FFN and AO3 (ListerofTardis)

Tagging @ouatwinterwhump, @killian-whump, @cocohook38, and @killianjonesownsmyheart1 <3

***THE MOST WONDERFUL COVER ART BY COCOHOOK38 HERE!!!!!******

4 weeks ago...

“Got ‘im?”

Detective Jones tightened the second cuff around his prisoner’s wrists, grunting,

“Yep.”

David, who was keeping a tight hold on his own feebly struggling captive, took a labored step toward the patrol car. Broken glass and splintered wood crackled underfoot, a testament to the suspects’ recent activities. With the burlap-clad man in front of him finally subdued, Jones followed his friend to the vehicle, while a glaring woman watched with her arms folded. It was her shop front that had been in the process of being vandalized, and she appeared more inclined to blame the deputies for not responding quickly enough than to thank them for preventing further damage.

His charge now safely tucked into the back seat, Jones slammed the door and then promptly peeled back the sleeve covering teeth marks imprinted into the flesh above his mechanical hand. He scowled at the throbbing injury, which was courtesy of the very same prisoner he’d just arrested: the man hadn’t taken kindly to the attempts to restrain him.

David caught a glimpse of the black and purple punctures as he came around the hood. He hissed through his teeth. “Ouch. You all right?”

Nodding, Jones said,

“It’s a good thing this isn’t a zombie apocalypse, or I’d be a goner.”

David looked startled for an instant--he had yet to get used to pop culture references from this version of Killian Jones--and then laughed nervously. “As far as we know…”

Jones allowed the sleeve to fall back into place, having assured himself that the wound was not bleeding excessively.

“You should still get it looked at,” remarked David. “Human bites are nothing to trifle with.”

With a sigh, Jones started to head for the driver’s seat. “Yeah, I know.”

“You still good to drive?”

Before Jones could answer, David’s phone rang. He immediately tensed when he saw who it was.

“Emma? What’s up; is it… did you find something…?”

Both men climbed into the car, but Jones held off starting the engine as he strained to hear the other end of the conversation. Emma didn’t sound particularly excited or emotional, so likely no news on Hope.

“Got it. We’re headed there too; see you in a bit.” David ended the call, then reached for his seatbelt. “She caught a couple more slaves at the docks and is taking them to Whale.”

Jones fired up the engine and pulled onto the street. “More vandals?”

“She didn’t say.”

One week. It had been one full week since Hope’s abduction. The search parties were dwindling in both size and enthusiasm. No one would say such a thing aloud, but the majority had to be coming to one of two conclusions, neither of them good. And to make matters worse, the slave incursions were intensifying. People were starting to get hurt.

With Emma understandably distracted and Killian still limited in his capacity for action, Detective Jones had stepped in to offer assistance, joining a reinstated David as extra deputies for a very overworked sheriff. They frequently went on patrol or responded to calls together, and already, they made an especially effective team. Part of that was due to their common goal of making things easier for two parents experiencing something that they both had reason to empathize with. But Jones also suspected that David’s relationship with the other Killian colored how he interacted with his newer friend, and it was no great effort to form a close working bond with the prince as a result.

As critical as the need to find Hope was, Jones had to admit to a certain amount of relief in dealing with other matters, such as these slave vandals. Morale could be improved significantly by having small successes unrelated to the main problem… or, perhaps, linked in a roundabout way. The part of his mind curse-trained to connect clues and pieces of assorted puzzles automatically engaged with the world around him, searching for associations.

“That’s one thing that doesn’t quite add up, for me,” admitted Jones, breaking the silence that had fallen as the occupants in the backseat recovered from the struggle. “I can understand the thefts, if this… master is running low on supplies to feed his colony. But random destruction of property? Why would he order that? What does he have to gain, as far away as his compound is?”

“Eh, maybe it’s just a side effect of the mind control. Drives ‘em crazy, makes ‘em wanna destroy stuff.”

“Could be.” Jones yielded to an elderly pedestrian waiting to cross the street, even though his arm was killing him and he wanted nothing more than to speed home to an ice pack and some aspirin.

“What I don't get,” said David, “is why he seems to target men. Have you noticed that? Like 90% of the slaves we’ve captured have been male.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s true for the makeup of his slave population as a whole. It could be that he has better control over the males, or trusts them more for his errands. Or he prefers to have the females around him, sick as that may be.”

David sighed. “I wish we had better communication with the other realms. We could go through missing persons reports and look for patterns.”

“I believe Sir Henry is coordinating that very effort,” the detective told him. “We can at least create a profile of who’s most at risk and come up with better protection measures.”

Neither of them brought up the fact that, as far as they knew, Hope was the only 3-year-old among the missing. The only child, period.

Upon reaching the hospital, Jones pulled into a spot reserved for law enforcement vehicles, just behind Emma’s yellow bug. He and David each retrieved a slave passenger, both of whom were now mumbling the familiar plea to be allowed to return to their master.

The four of them were intercepted by an orderly before they’d even stepped through the door.

“This way,” they were directed. “Dr. Whale and the sheriff are in Room 7.”

Room 7 was occupied by two more twitchy slaves in addition to Whale, Emma, and a nurse. There were also two empty wheelchairs provided for the new arrivals, and the deputies had no trouble securing them in place to await evaluation and admission. Over the low repetition of brainwashed ramblings, the physician was conferring with his nurse, while Emma kept a sharp eye out for trouble. David moved closer to her.

“Hey.” He greeted her with a quick hug, which she returned stiffly. “Anything new? As… as far as…”

Emma shook her head. She wouldn’t look at him, but they could both see the set of her jaw and the steel in her gaze as she reached up to clutch at the shell necklace she wore. David put his arm around her in what was meant to be a comforting gesture.

“I’m sorry, Emma. But, listen, we’ll… I’m sure we’ll find something soon. Has Regina gotten back to you yet about that locator spell? If she was able to make it work even with the magical shield thing?”

Emma heaved a huge sigh, and Jones braced himself to hear a negative on that count. But her following statement was unexpected, and seemingly unrelated.

“Killian’s gone.”

Jones thought he detected fear, pain, and a little bit of resentment under her carefully casual tone.

“Gone where?” he asked, though he suspected he already knew the answer. Emma rubbed at her eyes as she struggled to hold onto her composure.

“He’s convinced the monster has her. He’s going to try and get her back.”

David paled, concern prominent on his features. “By himself? What is he thinking?”

“I don’t know! That he can trade himself, maybe? That the monster will tell him where she is so he can break her out? That he’s some damn immortal hero who can single-handedly defeat the guy we’ve been trying for weeks to get at?!” With effort, she reined in her frustration and lowered the volume of her voice. “Classic, idiotic Killian BS.”

Emma glanced brazenly at Jones, daring him to protest. Instead, he inclined his head in solemn agreement. He wasn’t denying the idiocy of the action… but neither would he condemn it or pretend not to understand. Desperation was an all-too familiar burden for him.

“We should go after him,” fidgeted David. “Maybe we could catch up before--”

“No.”

Emma’s voice was so clear and commanding that even Dr. Whale stopped what he was doing to look over at her. Tears were threatening to fall now, but she never lost her air of authority. “We could send the whole town after him, and there would still be enough slaves to fight us off. A big battle means more chance that Killian or… or Hope--” here she cleared her throat as her voice cracked--“dies. So no, we won’t be going after him. Not this time. He made his choice.”

Jones and David exchanged a look. Was this truly the same woman who had risked everything to follow her husband into the Underworld for a rescue? Gently, David began,

“Emma… you’re hurting, and we get it, but maybe we should discuss this.”

“No, Dad,” she hissed back. “No one else goes on a suicide mission. I couldn’t take it.” She sniffed and rubbed at her eyes while David ran his hand up and down her back. “Until we have a solid plan… Killian stays where he is.”

Though it obviously pained him to do so, David nodded a slow acceptance of her statement. The problem was that they were no closer to coming up with a viable plan of action, while the urgency of the situation kept escalating. Sighing, David stepped back.

“What do you need right now? How can we best help you today?”

Emma watched Dr. Whale for a long moment; he had moved on to his assessment of the second slave and seemed to have things well in hand. “I’m gonna stay here and make sure there’s no trouble getting these guys secured. Maybe you could head to the station and check for new messages, any reports or new information. And I guess call Regina for an update.”

“Done.” David turned to Jones and gestured at his wounded arm. “Come on, partner. I’ll walk you down to Urgent Care and we can call the queen while you wait.”

Emma cast a critical eye in the detective’s direction; he made a face and waved off the concern. She didn’t press for details. David drew her in for one more hug, placing a kiss on top of her head.

“We’ll be in touch.”

#ouat fanfiction #wish realm killian #david nolan #emma swan #human bites #detective charming #killian is gone #oh no #Vocivore ltd

[hannahscreativethoughts]

Do you remember me ? Chapter 3

There is no simple love stories. If its simple, its not love. If its love, it gets complicated. 

Bucky x Reader

Summary: People who really love each other, will find a way to get back together. Even in the dark is a little light. 

Warning: a huge time jump, maybe a little spoiler for cap 2, it is not the end. I wanna go further with this. 

Word count: 2167

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 

“Peggy Carter? Are you a relative of her?“, the nurse asked. 

“Yes, you can say that. I’m a very good old friend of hers.“

“Okay, would you follow me, please.“, she said and walked down the hallway. 

“Here is Mrs. Carters room.“, she said and knocked at the door.

“Mrs. Carter, a visiter for you.“, she said and opened the door. 

“Who is it?“, Peggy asked. 

“A good friend of yours.“, she answered and I slowly walked in the room. 

“(Y/n), you came back.“, her smiled made me weak. So many years have passed and she still owned one of the most cheering up smiles I have ever seen. 

“I let the two of you alone.“, the nurse said and walked to the door, “Call me when you need something.“, she added and walked out. 

“I promised you, I will come back. Here I am.“, I placed the crutches next to her bad and sat down on the chair.

“It took you long enough.“, she chuckled soft. 

“But what happened to your leg?“, she looked at my leg worried. 

“I had a small accident back in the days. Don’t worry, I´ll be fine.“, I took her hand in mine. 

“I always was worried about you. You are my sister.“, she joked. Still the same, nothing has changed over the years. 

“Oh, Peg. You are right, sometimes I did stupid stuff.“, I smiled at her and she grabbed my hand. 

“I still have it.“, her shaky hands made their way up to her neck, where she pulls out a necklace. It was the necklace I gave to her for her birthday. It was a sunflower, sunflowers are my favourite flowers and Peggy is also one of my favourite human beings on earth. “You still wear it?“, I asked with a smile and tears in my eyes. 

“Everyday. I never stopped looking for you.“, she took the small sunflower in her hands and pressed it to her body, “I hoped that it maybe brings you back to me one day.“

“And here I am. I promised to you, I will always come back.“, a tear fell down my cheek, Peggy raised her hand and wiped the tear away. 

“Like the birds in the summer.“, she said and pointed to her drawer. 

“Look inside.“, I opened the drawer. 

“You kept it, but I told you to destroy it, when I’m not coming back.“, I pulled out the file and looked at Peggy. She smiled at me and pointed at the sunflower again. 

“I knew you would come back to me.“, she added soft and I smiled.

“Oh, Peggy. I missed you so much. I wish I could have been there.“, I started crying, but I was still smiling. I looked at her drawer, there were several of pictures of her and her children. I smiled even more, when I saw it. A picture of us two. 

“Our first day as partners.“, I took the picture in my hand. 

“(Y/n)“, she said and looked at me with wide eyes. 

“Yes, Peggy?“, I took her hand in mine. 

“You came back!“, her voice was full of hope and happiness. 

“Yes, I promised you.“, I tried to sound normal, but I could hear my voice breaking. It was hard to see someone you love so much, falling apart like this. I would do anything, just to go on the field with her for one more time, to go dancing with her, just one last time. 

I stayed by her side a little bit longer, “I have to go, Peg.“

“Where are you going?“, she grabbed my hand.

“Back in the dark. I will come back, I promise!“, and with that I stood up, grabbed my crutches and pulled the hood over my head. 

“Don't make me wait this long again.“, she smiled at me. 

“I promise, I wont“, I walked out of the room and in this moment a man walked past me. I hided my face behind the hood, but I couldn’t resist and looked back at him. He looked also back at me. My eyes widened as I saw him. I looked directly into Steve Rogers eyes. 

He had a serious impression on his face, but somehow he looked relieved too. 

I just did the only thing that was in my mind, I smiled. I still looked at him, he needed a second, but he smiled back at me.

“Sir, I found her.“, someone walked past me, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. 

“Get her.“, the voice in his earpiece said.

____________________________________________

Hush little baby don't say a word.

Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird

I heard someone singing a song, I know this song. I tried to open my eyes, but the light was bright and I had a bad headache. 

And if that mockingbird won't sing,

Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring

Where do I know this song from? “Ahhhhhhh“, I screamed. There was this burning pain again. 

And if that diamond ring turns brass,

Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass

The man was still singing. The voice came closer and the pain got even worse. But suddenly I only heard the voice and the rest turned black. 

And if that looking glass gets broke,

Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat

And if that billy goat won't pull,

Papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull

And if that cart and bull fall down,

You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town

I opened my eyes and my head was empty, I forgot everything, my name, my past, my life. Everything, there was just emptiness. I was like an empty shell, with the urge of killing. I sat there and awaited my mission. 

“Soldier, what is your name?“, the man asked. 

“White owl.“, the man in front of me smirked.

_______________________________________________________________

“You know me!“, Steve yelled at his friend in front of him. 

“No, I don’t. I don’t know you!“, Bucky hit Steve, but Steve didn’t fought back, he dropped his shield out of the Helicarrier. 

“You are James Buchanan Barnes, my best friend. I know you my whole life.“, Bucky hit Steve again and he fell to the ground. 

“SHUT UP!“, Bucky screamed and punches Steve. 

“You are my mission!“, Bucky said. 

“Then finish it. I’m with you pal till the end of the line.“, Steve said. 

“You are my mission.“, he repeated, but didn’t punched Steve again. 

“And you are my mission.“, I yelled and started shooting at the both, Bucky could catch the bullet with his metal arm before it could hit someone. Bucky rolled over and took a closer look. Steve pushed himself up. I was still shooting at Bucky, but he warded every bullet. 

“(Y/n)! STOP IT! “, Steve yelled, but I didn’t cared. I looked at him and shot. For my surprise, Bucky catches the bullet before it could hit Steve. But I knew that he would do that, because thats why I had to eliminate him. He started to remember and that was something that we couldn’t let happen. 

“I don’t know who this woman is.“, I yelled again.

“Yes, you do. You know him and you know me!“, he yelled again and looked at Bucky. He was staring in my covered face. In his face you could see how he tried to remember who was behind this mask. I shot again at them, Bucky catched the bullet again. 

“No.“, I walked closer to them, so close that the gun was only inches away from their faces, “I don’t know. I’m just a soldier, nothing more.“, I tried to sound strong. I looked at the both and I knew their faces, I knew them. I knew them so well. I knew his face so well, his eyes, his smile. I knew him, I remembered. 

Then before anybody could say anything else, the bottom of the Helicarrier broke and I fell down into the river. Before I hit the water I went unconscious. 

Suddenly I felt someone carrying me out of the river and laid me down on the shore. The mask over my face got removed, I opened my eyes, but I was to weak to hold them complete open. I saw a figure with black hair looking at me, I tried to see who it was, but I couldn’t. Then everything went silence and it felt like I was falling into a dark whole. ______________________________________________________________________

I heard voices talking around me, but I couldn’t understand what they were talking about. It felt like someone put some cotton wool in my ears. My mouth was try and I had a weird plastic taste in my mouth. After a short moment the I started to hear better, the hollow feeling I had in my ears started to disappear. My eyes slowly went open and I tried to rub them, but I couldn’t. I was tied up on my arms and my leg. The panic inside of me started to boil, I looked around the room. I found Steve sitting next to the bed in a wheelchair and tall man with dark skin standing behind him. 

“What did I do?“, I asked concerned. 

“Enough.“, the man behind Steve answered with a serious tone. 

“Sam“, Steve said sharp. 

“I'm sorry.“, it came out more like a whisper. I closed my eyes and a tear fell down my cheek. Stave and the man, who was obviously called Sam, looked at each other. Sam then walked out the room. 

“Stop punishing yourself. It wasn’t you that did all this stuff.“, he said and untied my left hand. 

“I forgive you.“, Sam walked back in the room, with some crutches and something to wear. 

“You have about 3 minutes to get the hell outta here.“

“Why are you doing that?“

“Everybody deserves a second chance.“, Steve placed his hand 

“We close our eyes and we open them, you are away.“, they did like they said. 

“Wow, she is fast. How can someone be this fast with only one leg?“, Sam said astonished.

“I don’t know.“, Steve said with a smile. __________________________________________________________

 Bucky walked inside the museum and stopped in front of his picture. He started reading what was written about him. His brain worked and you could see in his face, how he started to remember. As he read the words ‘Steven Rogers best friend’, you could see a little smile on his face.

“They tell, that he had a girl waiting for him. Every time he went out for a mission, the girl waited and hoped for him to turn back. He promised every time that he will return and he did. He returned every time.”, he raised his head and looked at the woman who stood next to him. She wore a red hoddie. She was walking on crutches, it looked like she only had one leg. Her face was hidden behind the hood.

“But one day it wasn’t him who went away. It was the girl who had to go. She promised him, that she will return to him. But-“

“She never came back.”, Bucky finished the sentence for the woman. He looked at her for a couple of seconds, he than turned his body in her direction.

“(Y/n)”, his voice was soft and sweet. It melted in her ears.

He remembers her. He started to remember every little detail about her. His heart started to beat faster, his head started to spin. He felt it, he still felt it. He still loves her. He never stopped.

The woman turned her head, “Yes, James.”

“It is really you.“, he looked deep into my eyes. The laugh warmed his heart, the smile she had on her face took his breath away. He remembered how he fell in love with her the first time, it felt the same at the moment. He could forget everything bad that happened in his past for a second. He looked at her and was happy. 

I chuckled and a tear fell down my cheek, he wiped it away, “Yes.“ 

“I'm so sorry.“, I started crying. “I wasn’t myself up there.“, I sobbed. 

“I don’t expect that you forgive me. I fucked up and destroyed us. I could have saved you, but I wasn’t. I-“, he cuts me off by kissing me, I was surprised, but then I leaned in the kiss. “I forgive you.“, his lips were still only inches away from mine. He kissed me again, this time I smiled in the kiss. He pulled away from the kiss and pulled a lose strand of hair behind my ear. He cupped my cheeks with his hands. 

“Come with me. Lets run together.“, his face was full of hope. I looked in his eyes and I saw hope. And all I could think was that I needed him, I needed his arms around me and his voice in my ears. I could be happy again, but only with him. 

“I follow you wherever you go.“

@slender--spirit

#Bucky Barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan #chris evans #captain america #captain america x reader #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #james barnes #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #The Avengers

[bad-draft-stuff]

fate goes (to a mudpuddle)

:vvvvvvvvvvvvvv

Sheepy: *Elyan is staring intently at the front door!* Arsé-kun: *Kay ignores it. Normal Bird Behavior* Sheepy: *Suddenly, there's frantic banging at the door!* Arsé-kun: *Kay jumps like he landed on a trampoline. boiiing!* Sheepy: Lio: *muffled* Lemme in...! Lemme iiiin! *bang, bang* Arsé-kun: Kay: Okay, okay! *he gets up and gets the door.* Sheepy: Lio: Everyone...Everyone's... *sob* They're all... Maxwell, I abandoned Maxwell...! *sob, sob* Arsé-kun: Kay: ... .... So you're just gonna stand there like a dumbass?? Get in here, idiot! Sheepy: *Lio comes in* Arsé-kun: *Arryn just looks disgruntled about this whole thing* Arsé-kun: Kay: *ahem* Arsé-kun: Kay: GRIIIIIF! GET DOWN HERE! Sheepy: *Grif rushes down at top speed!* Sheepy: Grif: Do you have limbs you need dismembered?! Arsé-kun: Kay: We might, but not yet! Arsé-kun: Kay: Lionel, what the hell happened? Sheepy: Lio: We got there and that butler guy was dragging Maxwell away... and then I kinda got mad, and I stabbed stabbed stabbed stabbed stabbed Sheepy: Lio:...And I attacked him! And then I got thrown, and there was some guy in the basement! Which is a dungeon! Sheepy: Lio: Next thing I know, Maxwell has mud on him, there's a huge mess...! Sheepy: Lio: Boss's wheelchair was broken, Gramps tried to kill me, and Porksalot was nowhere in sight! That Shakespeare guy waw also gone! Sheepy: Lio: And there's mud everywhere! So much of it! So much mud! Arsé-kun: Arryn: The top three priorities are the amount of mud being created, Maxwell's apparently involvement in this, and my Assassin's aggression. Arsé-kun: Arryn: ... So, yes, Sir Griflet. If you come across Assassin, you are allowed to dismember. Sheepy: Lio: I'm not making it...! It's not like mine! Arsé-kun: Kay: So lemme get this straight. Shit's fucked. Sheepy: Lio: If I was as strong as Lancelot, maybe I could fix it... Arsé-kun: Kay: He's too much of a pussy. Sheepy: Lio: Lancelot isn't...! He's not... Sheepy: Grif: Hmm...Hmmm... Arsé-kun: Kay: ... Grif, you think we need a whole raid? Sheepy: Grif: I am very susceptible to the mud... Arsé-kun: Kay: We all are! Sheepy: Grif: A raid could make things worse. Arsé-kun: Kay: Fine.. I'll still put out info about it though. Sheepy: Grif: Merlin and Bedivere cleaned it up last time, didn't they? Arsé-kun: Kay: I think we're gonna need more than them at this rate! Sheepy: Lio: The guy I met earlier ate some... Arsé-kun: Kay: Sure, get the twink too. Arsé-kun: Kay:// @EVERYONE Sheepy: Bedi:// Whsg is it? Arsé-kun: *kay goes on to send very clear details about what the fuck's going on.* Sheepy: Bedi://..Is something like that eeally possible ro fix...? Arsé-kun: Kay:// We're about to find out! Grif said no to a raid, so we'll have to go on a crusade instead! Sheepy: Bedi:// I never went on one...Don't we need a boat? Arsé-kun: Kay:// Would a boat survive mud?? Sheepy: Bedi:// Would it...? Arsé-kun: Merlin:// Nope! Sheepy: Bedi:// Merlin, what can we do? Presumably, there's a source we can destroy... Arsé-kun: Merlin:// I'll forward this to More Responsible People! Ain't my problem! Sheepy: Bedi:// If it touches Master Eiji, isn't it an issue? Arsé-kun: Merlin:// wait we can just throw alters into it right hold on i gotta look up a thing Sheepy: Bedi:// We have one alter, don't we? Sheepy: Bedi:// There's also that alter we met once... Sheepy: Bedi:// Bedivere (Alter). As awkward as I feel about seeing him again... Arsé-kun: Mordred:// Father can destroy it!! If Father can destroy the grail, then Father can definitely get rid of it! Sheepy: Arthur:// I need permission from everyone first... Arsé-kun: Merlin:// Granted x500 Sheepy: Arthur:// Well, if it were that easy, I would just have permission 500 times from Bedivere... Arsé-kun: Kay:// If we all make a circle around the King and tell him to unload, that'd fuckin do it, right? Arsé-kun: Merlin:// hehehe unload Arsé-kun: *[Merlin has been muted]* Sheepy: Arthur:// Well, I assume so! Arsé-kun: Kay:// So we got two steps! Get everyone out the house, and let it fly! Sheepy: Arthur:// Yes, I like this plan! Arsé-kun: Gareth:// Question! Sheepy: Arthur:// Yes? Arsé-kun: Gareth:// How would we get inside? Sheepy: Bedi:// Oh, the mud is in the way, isn't it? Sheepy: Bedi:// We use alters, maybe? Arsé-kun: Santa:// I'll consider it. Sheepy: Balter:// :pensive: Sheepy: Balter:// The thought of seeing any of you again makes me sad beyond words... :laughcry: Arsé-kun: Kay:// Weird cause you're speakin right now Sheepy: Balter:// :pensive: Arsé-kun: Gale:// I informed the nurse. She's going to throw a fit to one of the offices. I'm staying with marrok though. Sheepy: Bedi:// Let's work hard to fix this! Arsé-kun: Lot:// Chaldea has been notified and we're allowed to come up and help Sheepy: Balter:// I will be there. Sheepy: Gawain:// I'll help! Arsé-kun: Santa:// I suppose I'd better show up as well. Arsé-kun: *Merlin is still muted* Sheepy: Bedi:// Sir Tristan awoke from his slumber to tell me that he will be there for Sir Lancelot. Arsé-kun: Lance:// :thumbsup: Sheepy: Gawain:// By the way, who are we facing? Arsé-kun: Kay:// That's a good question. Also, lemme add Lionel in here Sheepy: Gawain:// Is it just destroying a house? Arsé-kun: Kay:// There's an affected servant, no name yet, just class Arsé-kun: *Welcome, Lionel!* Sheepy: Lio:// o/ hello everyone! our main threat is an assassin! Arsé-kun: Lance:// liooo Sheepy: Lio:// he has a bunch of names. I call him gramps! Sheepy: Lio:// lancelot!!!! Arsé-kun: Lot:// Could we perhaps have a True Name, Lionel? Sheepy: Lio:// he has many names... there's two lancelots?! Sheepy: Lio:// King Hassan Arsé-kun: *EVERYONE IS TYPING* Sheepy: Lio:// I'm currently bleeding out from him! Arsé-kun: Mordred:// WASNT THAT THE OLD DUDE THAT ONE TIME Sheepy: Gawain:// Am I rewuired to go? Arsé-kun: Gareth:// Isn't he a Grand? Sheepy: Lio:// no, a gramps! he's my fridnd! Sheepy: Gawain:// I think he is a Grand servant. Sheepy: Lio:// mw too! he's kne of my bestfriends! I miss him! Arsé-kun: Merlin:// He isn't anymore. That status got revoked when he was summoned. Like me! Sheepy: Lio:// don't worry lancelot!! you haven"t been replaced!! Arsé-kun: Lot:// That's encouraging, thank you. Sheepy: Lio:// Potential threat. Sheepy: Lio:// William Shakespeare. Maxwell's Demon. Twrch Trwyth. Masanori Arsé-kun: Mordred:// What's the pig doin' there?? Sheepy: Lio:// he's my friend! I call him porksalot! I named him after lancelot! I named my new fish after lancelot, too! where did my fish go? Arsé-kun: Merlin:// I can arrange for a quick fish rescue while we talk. Sheepy: Lio:// Finsalot was in my room... Arsé-kun: Merlin:// DW i got a familiar for this Sheepy: Lio:// he's blue and black! Arsé-kun: *Merlin sends a pic of an aquarium that's now in his room. The fish were included. Lumi is in the shot* Sheepy: Bedi:// Sir Tristan says, "I want something named after me, too. Like a beautiful dolphin, or a swan. Perhapd even a gentle unicorn." Sheepy: Lio:// that's finsalor!! thanks for saving him!!! Arsé-kun: Lot:// Where are we meeting?? Sheepy: Lio:// kay's house? Sheepy: Lio:// I don't feel up to going far... Sheepy: Lio:// so I'll lead you all to boss's house and then crash! Arsé-kun: Santa:// Chaldea is willing to send reinforcements if we need them. We're good to go. Sheepy: Lio:// okay, I'll waif for you all Arsé-kun: Merlin:// Okay, we'll be there shortly! Sheepy: Lio:// I'll try to recuperate meanwhile! Arsé-kun: *Everyone assembles outside of Kidd's house before entering! Angra shows up despite not being invited.* Sheepy: Lio: Wah...! Th-there's so many of you...! And Lancelot is even here, twice...! *he stands excitedly to go hug Lancelot. He collapses flat on his face.* Arsé-kun: Mordred: Great look, fishfood. Sheepy: Lio:... ... ... Sheepy: Lio: *sob* Arsé-kun: Mordred: Oh come on! That wasn't even that insulting!! Sheepy: Lio: *muffled* Maxwell's out there suffering, and I'm being totally useless...! Is this how Bors felt...? Sheepy: Grif: Worry not. We can find the house without you. Arsé-kun: Angra: (Welcome to Hell! Welcome to Hell! Welcome to Hell!) Arsé-kun: Lot: Chaldea already showed us where we're going. You stay put for now. Sheepy: Lio:...But... Sheepy: Lio:...OK, I will. Sheepy: Grif: I will be going. However, if I get touched by mud, you'll need to put me down. Sheepy: Grif: Like... Arsé-kun: Kay: Like Old Yeller. Arsé-kun: *Gareth, horrified,* Arsé-kun: Lot: .... Arsé-kun: *Lot ignores this in favor of bending down and giving Lio a reassuring pat* Arsé-kun: Lot: You did great until this point. You did what you had to, so thank you. Sheepy: Lio:.......*whimper*... If you're not careful when you touch me, my sins will rub off onto you... Arsé-kun: Lot: Implying I don't have enough of those. Arsé-kun: Angra: *bg* deposit your sins on me so i can get buff Sheepy: Lio: ...My sins can help you? Arsé-kun: Angra: Always. Arsé-kun: Kay: I'm not up for going with you guys, so I'll hold the fort. Sheepy: Lio: *he slowly sits up before shifting his hair* ...Okay, if they'll really help... Arsé-kun: Angra: Oh, hell yeah! *it's free mud! it's completely free!* Sheepy: Gawain: You seriously need to invest in skin care products! Arsé-kun: *Lance smacks him* Sheepy: Gawain: Ouch! Sheepy: *Lio is back to crying. Gawain, look at what you did* Sheepy: Gawain: I was just trying to help! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Time's a-wastin'!! Sheepy: Arthur: Let's go. Sir Bedivere is giving Sir Tristan a look that gives me chills. Sheepy: Bedi: ...? I wasn't... Arsé-kun: Mordred: No, the emo one. Sheepy: Balter: I was just contemplating the fastest way to end his miserable existence. Please, don't mind me. Sheepy: Tristan: How sad... The fastest way to kill me is poisoning. You would know this if you listened to the Epics of Tristan, which I told you about on the way here. Arsé-kun: *Lance growls. At both of them.* Sheepy: Balter: I didn't go with you to come here... Sheepy: Bedi: Yes, that was me... Sheepy: Tristan: How sad, how sad! Sir Lancelot is mad at me..! Arsé-kun: Merlin: *pulling out a megaphone* TODAY, PLEASE! Sheepy: *Grif is gone.* Arsé-kun: Kay: Grif's gonna beat all of you there, and then what?? Sheepy: Bedi: My apologies... Arsé-kun: *Kay picks up a broom. Get out of his house!* Sheepy: *Bedi finally gets going.* Sheepy: *Balter is being followed by his new bard, playing a theme song for him.* Arsé-kun: *And everyone else follows this. Kay waits, and then staggers out of the room. help him* Arsé-kun: *By this point, the mud has risen out of the basements entirely, and have easily flooded some of the first floor of the home. At least one window is broken and not from Lionel.* Sheepy: Arthur: This place is... Arsé-kun: *Lance has instinctively backed away in terror.* Sheepy: Balter: I see. So I'm to go in here and find any life still inside. Arsé-kun: Santa: That does appear to be our roles. You go down. I'll go up. Sheepy: Balter: Right. Good luck. Arsé-kun: Santa: Good luck, fellow king. Sheepy: *Balter enters* Arsé-kun: *Santa also enters* Sheepy: *Balter heads to the basement!* Arsé-kun: *It is very flooded.* Sheepy: Balter: *he starts looking for signs of life, being careful not to drown* Arsé-kun: *Well, if the distant sounds of mud splattering and wet clicking noises mean anything,* Sheepy: *Balter follows the noise!* Sheepy: Balter: (What is that noise...?) Arsé-kun: *The source of the sounds are probably two devices that are in the mud, trying to spin and only sputtering out more mud. They're stuck.* Arsé-kun: *it is VERY difficult. unreasonably difficult. the dark souls of getting things out of mud* Sheepy: *Balter continues to pull* Arsé-kun: *He gets one out! It continues shooting mud out. There must be a lot stuck inside of it.* Sheepy: *Balter finally notices that he isn't alone.* Arsé-kun: *Well, he's the only living thing here. Technically.* Sheepy: Balter: If you aren't here to fight me, you could pitch in, at least. Sheepy: Balter:...Now what...? Arsé-kun: *Bedivere, please use your brain for a few moments. The only person in sight is not in any condition to speak to you, much less know you're there.* Sheepy: Balter: *he approaches the other individual* Arsé-kun: *It's Maxwell! Or, him if he got in a fight with laundry bleach and lost. Completely Blackened and Completely Deceased.* Sheepy: Balter: *he lifts up Maxwell and brings both him and the gadgets back upstairs* Sheepy: *Balter makes it outside!* Arsé-kun: *It was far easier than anticipated, but Balter feels like something's watching him from inside.* Arsé-kun: *It isn't Santa watching him. Santa Saber Alter's busy combing through the upper floors, looti--SCAVENGING materials and searching for anyone alive.* Sheepy: *There's a hand on the floor, peeking out from the doorway! It's bloodied and not moving... Whoever it's attached to is inside the room!* Arsé-kun: Santa: ... *she moves towards it* Sheepy: *As she moves towards it, it gets pulled away slowly, like it's being dragged...* Arsé-kun: *Santa ain't playing this game. Santa is gonna pull out her sword immediately.* Arsé-kun: *... And then go in anyway* Sheepy: *Masato is lying face down on the floor in a puddle of mud!* Sheepy: *He has multiple stab wounds...* Arsé-kun: *Santa Salter immediately casts Saint's Gift (EX) before moving in to pull him out of the puddle* Sheepy: *There doesn't seem to be anyone else there...* Arsé-kun: *Salter just... Throws her bag through the window before scooping up Masato. Goodbye, Santa. As graceful as ever.* Sheepy: Balter: Ah...! Arsé-kun: Santa: I've recovered a living person. Stabbed and burnt. Sheepy: Grof: It's the butler. Arsé-kun: Santa: That doesn't make sense. That would mean something took him down. Sheepy: Grif: Sir Lionel stabbed stabbed stabbed stabbed stabbed him earlier. Sheepy: Grif: That's exactly the amount of stabbeds he said. I think. Arsé-kun: Santa: Something else was dragging him along before I reached him. This is new. Sheepy: Grif: That's exactly the amount of stabbeds he said. I think. Sheepy: Grif: Hm... Arsé-kun: Merlin: 's not the butler. Arsé-kun: *Merlin has not done shit since getting here. This is the first time he's spoken up* Sheepy: Bedi: Merlin! You're here! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Of course I would. Sheepy: Grif: So, who is it? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Anyway, this isn't the butler. Masanori's a Servant and able to withstand damage. This is a regular mage. Sheepy: Grif: Hm... Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Which means he would need medical attention immediately. Pass him over. I'll handle it. Sheepy: Grif: So, it's Masanori (real). Arsé-kun: Merlin: It's Masato. Someone else. Arsé-kun: *Merlin is given Masato. Merlin immediately leaves for Chaldea. This is probably why he showed up.* Sheepy: Balter:...Ah, he's so prompt... Arsé-kun: Angra: That's the fastest I've ever seen that moon rat go. Sheepy: Balter:...*He tilts his head, but his face remains flat* He doesn't look like a rat...is he one? I thought he was an incubus... Arsé-kun: Angra: Joke, noun. Why's every one of you bumblefucks the most depressed son of a bitch I've ever met? Sheepy: Balter: Merlin...really is full of mysteries. He disappeared so soon... Arsé-kun: Angra: Great for me! Terrible for you. Sheepy: Bedi: I'm not depressed. Arsé-kun: Angra: You think you're worthless, that counts, shut. Sheepy: Balter: Depressed? No, I'm fine. Arsé-kun: Angra: Bitch if you tried to smile I bet your entire jaw would break from underuse. Sheepy: Balter: ...There isn't anything to smile about. Sheepy: Balter: My King never had anything to smile about, either. Arsé-kun: Angra: Puppies. Small animals. Living another day! Helping people! Murder! Sheepy: Balter: My apologies... I didn't mean it as a request for you to provide things to smile for. Arsé-kun: Angra: Too late! Consider this! You open a door and just a flood of puppies come pouring out! They all jump on you! All of them! Sheepy: Balter: This reminds me. The basement was flooded. How do we clean it out? Wouldn't Excalibur only hit what's above ground? Sheepy: Arthur: I think we should worry about what we can easily fix, first. Arsé-kun: Angra: If memory serves, and it damn sure do, you think the underground will stand a chance? Arsé-kun: Lot: Perhaps we should back away a fair amount? Sheepy: Tristan: Oh, how sad... These trees have been here longer than we have lived, most likely... Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot... Do you feel sorrowful as well? Arsé-kun: Lot: A bit. But perhaps when this is over, new ones will grow. Sheepy: *Tristan backs off. Bedi and Gawain follow* Arsé-kun: *Everyone else also backs off. Except Angra, who is trying to shovel as much mud into his mouth and arms as he possibly can before he needs to run. Powerlevelling.* Sheepy: *Arthur is charging his NP! He's begun his NP chant...* Arsé-kun: Angra: .... *WELL TIME TO LEAVE* Sheepy: Arthur: Seal Thirteen...! Decision, start! Arsé-kun: Marin: *why are you here?!* Approved! Bedivere, Palomides, Lancelot, Mordred, Galahad, Gareth, Agravain, Kay, Percival, Lionel, Bors. Sheepy: Arthur: This is a battle to save the world! Arsé-kun: Marin: Arthur. *she pats his shoulder, winks to the knights, and vanishes.* Sheepy: Arthur: Excalibuuur! Sheepy: *He NPs the mud! And the house alonf with it. And everything around it.* Arsé-kun: *That ENTIRE area has been VAPORIZED. It is GONE. Reduced to atoms. That isn't even a Thanos joke.* Sheepy: Balter: I see... So this is the strength of a king... Sheepy: Balter: And yet, the king died... It's powered by bonds, so it must be the selfishness of my fellow knights that lead to the king's death... Arsé-kun: Kay: *from VERY far away* WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! Sheepy: Bedi: It must have scared Kay... Sheepy: *Arthur, meanwhile, has collapsed to his knees. He's wiped* Arsé-kun: Gareth: Sir?! *she bashes past Mordred to check on Arthur* Sheepy: Arthur: *huff, huff* ...S-sorry, it's my first time doing this under contract with this Master... Sheepy: Balter: So... Is this mission complete...? Arsé-kun: Mordred: Well, we haven't see this weeks villain or the angry assassin, so probably not! Sheepy: Balter: I see. I'll be on the lookout, then. Sheepy: Bedi: We'll need to protect him if either enemy shows up. Sheepy: Tristan: ....Trust no one. Just because they may share the face of your companion, doesn't mean they truly are your friend... That is to say... ... Sheepy: Tristan: The imposter... is sus... *snore* Sheepy: Tristan:...! I was not sleeping. Yes, not at all... Arsé-kun: Lance: .... ssssus. Sheepy: Tristan: Yes, well, let's agree to those seals, so the king can fire off his Noble Phantasm. Sheepy: Bedi:..... Arsé-kun: Lot: It's already over. Did you manage to sleep through that..?! Sheepy: Bedi: Sir Tristan... You never fail to disappoint me... Sheepy: Tristan: What? So it has... ...It was a joke,of course. I did not sleep through this amazing sword swing. Ahahaha. My work here is done. Sheepy: Bedi:...It was a beam. Sheepy: Tristan:....I was testing you to see if you were watching, of course. Arsé-kun: *Gareth plops down next to Arthur, and puts her shield up. Just in case* Arsé-kun: *Lance takes the opportunity to inspect the Excalibur. Finally. tuch sword* Sheepy: Tristan:....Sir Lancelot. *He takes Gawain's hands* Though our life may be a flash in the pan, there is no one I would rather spend it with than you... Sheepy: Gawain: ... Sheepy: Gawain: Eh? Arsé-kun: Lot: .... He's doing it on purpose. I can see you smiling, Tristan. Sheepy: Tristan: Oh, I would never do such a thing... Arsé-kun: Angra: *bitter* more like a flashbang in the pan goddamn Sheepy: Tristan: I am fine. Maybe you should have closed your eyes. Arsé-kun: Angra: I did! I'm not you, Mr. Full o' Shit! Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot... Would you consider me to be a liar? I have never lied. Not even once. Arsé-kun: Lot: Only when you actually are. Sheepy: Tristan: You have such great trust in me... I am deserving of it, of course. Sheepy: Grif: ........ Sheepy: Grif:...Uaahh.. h'fm'latgh... ((TL: It burns..)) Arsé-kun: Kay: Pardon, but what the fuck? Sheepy: Tristan: Hello, Sir Kay. Arsé-kun: Kay: Howdy. How'd the absolute nukinjesus christ Sheepy: Bedi: The King asked us for permission, and then, well... Sheepy: Bedi: He is very tired now. Arsé-kun: Kay: And damn did we give it. Any deeper and we'd hit lava or some shit. Arsé-kun: Kay: And how the fuck you wanna do that?? Sheepy: Balter:......... Sheepy: Balter: *He tilts his head*...... Arsé-kun: Kay: Just let me tower over the trees and grab some bastards. That'll right scare people. Sheepy: Balter: Would you not be at risk if them binding you to something as shown in Gullible's Travels...? Arsé-kun: Kay: Then I'll just burn it! I ain't no stupid giant! Sheepy: Balter: I had not considered such a strategy... Wit like this is why you will always be my indespensible seneschal...! Arsé-kun: Kay: Damn. Is there no world where I'm good as hell? Sheepy: Bedi: It's the only constant, it seems! Arsé-kun: *EGO UP* Sheepy: Grif:....aaaahhh... h'fm'latgh... uuuahhh... *He's still rubbing his eyes. eye hurts* Arsé-kun: Kay: Well, now you know to cover next time! Sheepy: Grif:.... *whine* Sheepy: Bedi: Oh, this reminds me... We have yet to see Masanori nor the Assassin. Sheepy: Bedi: However, our King found Masato within the building. Merlin is taking care of him currently. Sheepy: Bedi: It seems that Fantomas has abandoned Masato's body once and for all. Sheepy: Tristan: If I were a ghost, I would take the body of the most beautiful person I could... By the way, that's me. Arsé-kun: Gareth: Don't give him ideas..! Arsé-kun: *Mordred is inspecting The Hole™* Sheepy: Tristan: Hmm...ideas... Well, we're hanging out here waiting for the enemy to show up, aren't we? Arsé-kun: Gareth: We are, but we don't know where they could come from! Sheepy: Gawain: You know, everything is more visible in the bright sunlight! Sheepy: Grif:.... Is that so... *He's still rubbing his eyes...* Sheepy: Gawain: I could put some light on the situation. Arsé-kun: Kay: Don't flashbang us a second time! Sheepy: Gawain: Hmm... But we're at a disadvantage. If Sir Marhaus were here... Sheepy: Gawain: Well, I think the daytime suits us best! Sheepy: Bedi: Perhaps that could be said about you, but... Arsé-kun: Lot: Being able to see would be helpful, but we can't wait that long. Sheepy: Gawain: We don't need to wait. Arsé-kun: *Kay covers Grif's eyes* Sheepy: *Gawain casts Nightless Charisma B!* Arsé-kun: *SUNS OUT GUNS OUT! localized entirely in this specific area* Sheepy: Gawain: Now we can see! Sheepy: Balter: ...It's too bright... Arsé-kun: Gareth: Oh, do you need glasses? Do you wanna borrow mine? *she offers Balter sunglasses* Sheepy: Bedi: By the way.. Where did Mordred go? Sheepy: Balter: No, I'm fine. It's just bright... Arsé-kun: *Lance points at the Hole* Arsé-kun: *... And Mordred climbs back out of the hole, having been beaten to shit* Arsé-kun: Mordred: I've made a mistake Sheepy: Agravain: How unfortunate. I should have dealt the killing blow while I still could. Arsé-kun: Mordred: You just watched! I nearly got ripped in half down there! Sheepy: Agravain: Of course. I would be of no use to the king if I, too, had been torn to shreds. Sheepy: Agravain: I told you not to do it. Arsé-kun: Mordred: I was just looking!! Sheepy: Agravain: Did you find what you were looking for? Arsé-kun: Mordred: No, instead I found pain! Sheepy: Agravain: That's all I have to offer as well. Sheepy: Gawain: Hey, you know, despite the sun, I still can't see our enemy. Arsé-kun: Lot: I don't hear anything, either. Sheepy: Grif:...... Arsé-kun: Kay: ... What do you think, Grif? Sheepy: Grif: I can, how to put it... Sheepy: Grif: The enemy is closing in on us. Yes. The vibes are "atrocious", as Merlin says... Sheepy: Tristan: *He strums his harp* This one is for my fallen friend... Sheepy: Gawain: No one is dead yet! The second I see this foe, I will slay him! Sheepy: Tristan: His overconfidence was the end of him... Sheepy: Tristan: *He strums his harp* Though his muscles were large, his brain was not so. Perhaps it was a jock form of overcompensating. Arsé-kun: Lot: Tristan, save it for afterwards at least. Sheepy: Gawain: Why are you killing me off so early...?! The enemy hasn't even struck yet-- Arsé-kun: *Gawain's face is acquainted with a new friend, that being a Greatsword thrown from very far away!* Arsé-kun: *Lance immediately springs up to remove the sword from Gawain. That's His Now.* Sheepy: Tristan: You should have listened. I felt that murderous intent upon me from a mile away, so to speak... I chose you to be my fall guy. Please be grateful. Sheepy: Gawain: Th-that sword...! Thank goodness I had guts... Arsé-kun: Lot: Dustcloud! They're coming this way! Sheepy: Tristan: You've finally slipped up! Now that my eye has caught you, you will never escape! Sheepy: *Bedi buffs the group with a defense buff!* Arsé-kun: *Gareth starts buffing herself. Gareth and the 35 defense buffs.* Arsé-kun: *It's getting closer! The big black pile of spikes, running towards them like a beast!* Sheepy: *Tristan readies his NP! Let me tell you the story of a man with an unblessed birth.* Arsé-kun: *Let ME tell you the story of what was once a man that doesn't care, plus, didn't ask. They've chosen to target Tristan specifically!* Sheepy: *Tristan fires off his NP!* Arsé-kun: *It definitely, most assuredly connects! Unfortunately, that doesn't actually STOP the oncoming charge* Arsé-kun: *Lance takes a shot with his sniper rifle! Same result. A definite hit but no stopping power* Sheepy: *Balter seems to be preparing... something! His cursed right arm is twitching with ill intent!* Arsé-kun: *Good for him. Angra's dead somewhere. I genuinely forgot about him.* Sheepy: *Tristan, having used his evade previously to dodge the sword toss, prepares for impact!* Arsé-kun: *The enemy pounces on Tristan, claws first! It's. Definitely much larger than he is.* Sheepy: Tristan:.....! Sheepy: *Balter suddenly lunges at both of them and sends his right arm through both Tristan and the foe!* Sheepy: Balter: Surrender your power unto me, you who is so undeserving of it! Arsé-kun: *Balter gets several buffs! Both the enemy and Tristan get several stat debuffs!* Sheepy: *Tristan is already suffering from being stabbed! Now he's suffering more!* Arsé-kun: *The foe slowly looks up at Balter. The skull on their face has definitely seen better days, already managing to have blood on it.* Sheepy: Balter: *He stares back with a dead look in his eyes* A king like you, mindlessly slaughtering innocents... It disgusts me. Abandon the hatred in your heart. Wake up! Arsé-kun: *There's a very brief pause. It seems like he heard you, Balter! ... And then KH-Alter promptly charges him* Sheepy: Balter:....! Arsé-kun: Gareth: Hey! Over here, you big oaf! *she finishes her buffs, and holds her shield out. target 500%* You leave Bedivere alone! Arsé-kun: *KHAlt turns his attention to Gareth, and charges at her, trampling Tristan in the meantime.* Sheepy: *Tristan is dead, meanwhile* Arsé-kun: *This one is for our fallen friend* Sheepy: Balter: This isn't like you, is it?! Aren't you a man of honor?! Just give us a few minutes! We can help you! Sheepy: *Bedi takes this oppportunity to NP KHAlter!* Arsé-kun: *1-800-ARE-USL-APIN* Arsé-kun: *KHAlter goes down!... For a moment. Overgauge! Bar break!* Sheepy: Bedi: ....! There's more...?! Arsé-kun: *Bedi gets swatted aside with a single arm. Transcript: [MEATY THWACK]* Sheepy: *Bedi is yeeted into a tree. RIP Bedi* Arsé-kun: *KHAlter is still focusing Gareth and her shield. He's managed to tear a huge chunk of the shield apart with his.. teeth?? He presumably has those. It's horrible* Sheepy: Balter: Your companions will miss you if you refuse to let us bring you back to normal! One is already badly injured from your actions, but he hasn't given up on you! Arsé-kun: *Another brief pause. Gareth uses it to drop her shield and make distance... And run to the Lancelots.* Sheepy: Balter: Your companions need you more than ever! Their greatest threat is on the loose. We no longer know his form. And so... without you around, Arryn has a great chance of failing to him! He needs his sword and shield! He needs you! Arsé-kun: *Kay is pushing Grif forward. Go on! Do something!* Sheepy: Grif: You are suffering currently from the mud. We can remove it for you if you simply sit still. Arsé-kun: *This seems to get through. KHAlter stares at him blankly* Sheepy: Grif: Thank you. Bedivere will help you now. Okay? Arsé-kun: *KHAlter's spikes bristle, and he starts to turn his attention to the already-dead Tristan. Is anyone gonna eat that?* Sheepy: Arthur: I'm feeling better now. *He has rejoijed the group* I can help. Arsé-kun: Lot: Please do, before we have to witness cannibalism. Sheepy: Grif:.....Uh, I would, but Dad said that humans are off limits... Yes. Arsé-kun: *KHAlter just stops and looks at Griflet again. wot* Sheepy: Grif: Dad said it would look like cannibalism, although I am no human... Anyway, he is my friend. Arsé-kun: *Mordred has been clinging to Agravain this entire time* Sheepy: *Arthur lights up Excalibur and smacks Gramp with it! 2:40 AM blaze it* Arsé-kun: *Gramps survives it anyway. Guts is one hell of a drug* Sheepy: Grif: Are you feeling better now? Arsé-kun: *KH pulls his hood over his head, as far as it goes* Sheepy: Grif: Good, good. Arsé-kun: KH: ..... My apologies. It does seem that even I was not strong enough.. Sheepy: Grif: No one is. Sheepy: Grif: Not even Sir Lancelot... Yes. That's how I know no one is... Sheepy: Grif: Do you want to come with me? Sheepy: Balter: What happened to the other threat...? Arsé-kun: KH: .... I do not recall where he went. Sheepy: Grif:...Then we should return back for now, just in case his next plan is to target Kidd and Arryn. Arsé-kun: Kay: But then he could escape. Sheepy: Grif: Yes… true. Arsé-kun: KH: You may go. Take Caster with you. Sheepy: Grif: Right. *He lifts up Maxwell* Arsé-kun: *Kay stacks and picks up the gadgets. They've stopped squirting out mud- and generally have stopped. finally* Sheepy: Grif: Let’s bring him to safety. We can tell Arryn about Masato too. Arsé-kun: Kay: And what about... *he glances towards Tristan. this was a Mistake* Sheepy: Bedi: Poor Tristan… Arsé-kun: *Kay slowly steps out of frame. Nope. Nope. He ain't dealin' with that.* Sheepy: *Arthur is too tired to complain. He wouldn't even if he wasn't tired. He doesn't hate Mordred, unlike a certain someone* Sheepy: Arthur: Thank you... Arsé-kun: Mordred: (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ♫ Arsé-kun: *MORDRED WILL REMEMBER THIS* Arsé-kun: Gareth: How do we deal with Sir Tristan..? Sheepy: Bedi: I don't know. Sheepy: Balter: I could... make use of him. Arsé-kun: Lot: We're not doing that. Sheepy: Bedi: That sounds like a terrible idea. Arsé-kun: Lance: I... Well... hm. Sheepy: *Gawain is slinking off in the background* Arsé-kun: Lance: "I" would rather kiss Tristan straight on the mouth than let you do whatever you have planned. *air quotes included* Sheepy: Balter: Well, that's no surprise. Arsé-kun: *Gareth is now Invested in this conversation* Sheepy: Balter: With the kinds of letters I heard rumors of you two sending each other, is that really considered a punishment to you? Arsé-kun: Lance: ..... I'm married. Wouldn't be me. Sheepy: Balter:...Married? Arsé-kun: *Lot has also started to slink away, for an entirely different reason* Arsé-kun: Lance: *proudly* ■. Sheepy: Balter: I see... So everyone has found love except for me... Although, as what is basically just an entity born from the resentment from one's heart, someone like me doesn't... Oh, that's right, Gawain is loveless as well. He really is in a terrible situation, unlike myself. After all, he has no excuse. Arsé-kun: Gareth: Hey! Bedi, you can't just say that about Gawain! He had a wife! Sheepy: Balter: Oh, I see. Arsé-kun: Mordred: If we're gonna talk about loveless, Aggy's right here! Arsé-kun: *and Mordred scurries off with Arthur in his arms. Escape while he still can!* Sheepy: Agravain: My feelings on the matter should be well known by now. Arsé-kun: Mordred: *distantly, gruffly* I HATE WOMEN Sheepy: Agravain: I hate women. Arsé-kun: Gareth: Haha, good thing none of us are one of those.. Arsé-kun: Santa: Oh, that's a shame. I was considering getting you something. That's too bad. Sheepy: Agravain: My King. You know of their wrongdoings better than anyone... They try to pull you down as they descend into the deoths of evil and depravity. Sheepy: Agravain: Of course, the women I mean are... Arsé-kun: Santa: Agravain, I was making a joke. I see you're as humorless as ever. Sheepy: Agravain: Hm...? I don't see the humor in it... Arsé-kun: Santa: I am a woman, Agravain. Arsé-kun: Santa: and also evil. So, thank you. Sheepy: Agravain: But not a woman. Arsé-kun: Santa: Don't say something you might regret later. Sheepy: Agravain: Like my mother and Guinevere. Arsé-kun: Santa: ... Well, it looks like it's time to go. Arsé-kun: *Santa just picks up Gareth, gets in her sleigh, drags Tristan onboard too, and leaves. bye* Arsé-kun: Lance: ....... Sheepy: Agravain:.... Arsé-kun: *Lance immediately tries to swing at Agravain, but KH just grabs the back of his collar and holds him there. Thanks Gramps!* Sheepy: Bedi: Um... let's not kill each other, okay? Arsé-kun: Lance: *AAAh!* Sheepy: Agravain: It would be easier to do so if he ate anything... Very simple. Anyway, I need to get going. My boss is awaiting my presence. Sheepy: *Agravain turns his presence concealment on!* Sheepy: Bedi: Don't worry, Sir Lancelot. Sheepy: Bedi: Sir Agravain has no power over your relationship with the Queen anymore. Sheepy: Bedi: While I do find his comments objectionable, I fear that bashing his brains out might not be seen as a worthy punishment... Arsé-kun: Lance: Hrrg.. Sheepy: Bedi: I have considered it, myself... Arsé-kun: Lance: .... Haah? Sheepy: Bedi: Oh... Right, I had forgotten... You have not witnessed me trying to reign in the other three. Sheepy: Bedi: That is because you are rarely committing objectionable acts.. Unlike Sir Tristan. Arsé-kun: Lance: ...?? Sheepy: Bedi: For example, there is the time we went to the hot springs, and Sir Tristan, Sir Gawain, and Saber you attempted to spy on the women bathing nude... Arsé-kun: Lance: WH Sheepy: Bedi: It took everything I had not to end them right then and there... Sheepy: Bedi: However, I trust you to respect women, so I will most likely never turn my silver arm against you. Arsé-kun: Lance: *thumbs up* Arsé-kun: *OKAY NOW GO HOME U MORONS* Sheepy: *They go home!* Sheepy: *...Unfortunately for Lance, however, Agravain is at their home...* Arsé-kun: Lance: ............ Sheepy: Agravain:......... Sheepy: Agravain: Hello. We meet again. Arsé-kun: Lance: why Sheepy: Agravain: I am here to go through with a plan of mine. Sheepy: Agravain: Currently, my boss is discussing recent events with the resident crime lord. Sheepy: Agravain: Do you know of a pink haired woman? She lives here. Arsé-kun: Lance: mhmm? Sheepy: Agravain: Lure her here. The result will be amusing. Arsé-kun: Lance: ... hm. *lance exits scene* Arsé-kun: *Sakura comes downstairs a few minutes later. ? ?* Sheepy: Agravain: I have surprise for you. Arsé-kun: Saku: Go on? Sheepy: *Agravain opens the door he's sitting next to. Clover is talking to Moriarty in the neighboring room!* Arsé-kun: Saku: ... ... *she cracks her knuckles.* Sheepy: Clover: It seems that everyone was unhar....Is it cold in here...? Arsé-kun: Mori: Perhaps. I'll shut the window. Sheepy: Clover: No... I may need it as a route to escape... Arsé-kun: Mori: Hmm? From what? There should be none here that would harm a guest. Sheepy: Clover: That isn't what my gut is telling me. Sheepy: *Clover's blind spot is facing Sakura! He hasn't noticed her at all!* Arsé-kun: Saku: You sure have guts coming in my house and not expecting me to be here, nii-chan. Sheepy: Clover: Guh...! *He looks over at Sakura* Oh...! W-would you look at the time... Arsé-kun: Saku: You're not leaving yet. I'd like to hear what happened to my Archer out there. Sheepy: Clover: It looks like I must be going! ...Oh? The window's blocked off... Sheepy: Clover:....Archer? Sheepy: Clover:....The dog... No, the dog was a Saber... Arsé-kun: Lance: *having come back for.. Some reason. At least he took his armor off* Sir Tristan got mauled after that. Sheepy: Clover: ...Ahahahaha. I have not yet been updated on that incident. ...Agravain, please update me ok the way home. Sheepy: Agravain: You aren't leaving yet. Sheepy: Clover: All exits are blocked off.... Arsé-kun: Mori: I'd also like to know the details of the new incident. Sheepy: Agravain: Maxwell's demon and Masato have been recovered. The house has been destroyed and any traces of mud went with it. King Hassan has been purified, and Fantomas has disappeared. Arsé-kun: Saku: How is he? Sheepy: Agravain: Tristan was killed and nearly "consumed" - figuratively for Bedivere (Alter), and literally for King Hassan. Gawain was injured, but lived thanks to Guts. Arsé-kun: Saku: I did mean Masato, but thank you. Sheepy: Agravain: Masato's state currently is... I am surprised he's alive, really. I would like to see his limits.... Arsé-kun: *Aggy wins the iciest glare of the evening.* Sheepy: Agravain: Badly injured. He was basically mauled by a knife-wielding Avenger before being dumped in mud, it looked like. Sheepy: Agravain: He wasn't conscious. But as I said, he was alive. Merlin has him currently. Sheepy: Agravain: Oh, yes, he had some injuries that looked like he had been gored by wild animal as well. Arsé-kun: Saku: Give that Avenger what he deserves when you can. Sheepy: Agravain: He already has been. Arsé-kun: Saku: More, then. Sheepy: Agravain: Oh, yes, his account of the situation was... Sheepy: Agravain: "I got mad, so I stabbed stabbed stabbed stabbed stabbed stabbed"... Sheepy: Agravain: "...dealt with him." Arsé-kun: Mori: Is it possible still being a pseudo servant at the time kept him alive? Sheepy: Agravain: Probably. Sheepy: Agravain: A normal human being would not survive those injuries generally. Sheepy: Agravain: If they did, they wouldn't want to have lived through it. Arsé-kun: Mori: That's true, but we also do not know Masato's limits as an ordinary mage. Sheepy: Agravain: The mud, apparently, was a special type. Despite it originating from the Avenger mentioned previously, he could do nothing about the mud present at this scene... It was changed somehow. Arsé-kun: Angra: I'll say! *he pops in between Aggy and Lance* That was the pure stuff! Not diluted like Lio's face! Sheepy: Agravain: I see. Thank you. Sheepy: Clover: ......... Sheepy: *He seems distracted...* Arsé-kun: Angra: Oh, are we making eyepatch cringe? I'm really gettin' fed well today! I'll stay right here! Arsé-kun: Angra: Don't know it! Sheepy: Clover: It's Cl...aus. Claus. By the way, I've never met that woman who coincidentally looks like me in my life... No, never have... *He looks flustered and embarrassed by his own lie.* Arsé-kun: Angra: Yeah, okay, and I'm Angry Mangozilla. Sheepy: Clover:..... Sheepy: Clover: No need to make fun of me. I know who you are... Arsé-kun: Angra: Wait, really? Sheepy: Clover: Angra Mainyu. Sheepy: Clover: Speaking of which, if you could move a little bit to the right... Arsé-kun: Angra: Hmmm! I shouldn't! But you knew who I was.... Sheepy: Clover:........ Arsé-kun: *Angra moves* Sheepy: *Clover gets up and starts his dash!* Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18 Sheepy rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19 Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19 Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12 Sheepy: *...And smacks into the immovable wall Agravain, who moved into his way.* Arsé-kun: Saku: Leaving so soon, Clover? I didn't even get to try your baking yet. Sheepy: Agravain: Let's sit down for a while. *He takes a step towards Clover. Clover takes a step back.* Relax. *Step, step.* Enjoy ourselves. *step, step* Why don't you have a cookie? You worked so hard to bake them. Sheepy: Clover:.......... Sheepy: Clover: *He slowly sits down*.... Sheepy: Clover:....... Arsé-kun: *Saku takes a single cookie and tries it* Sheepy: *His eye is darting around nervously...* Arsé-kun: Saku: Hm! You've improved a bunch! Sheepy: Clover: ...I'm sorry... Arsé-kun: Saku: Hey, did I say we were sharing secrets? Cookies first. Sheepy: Clover:....But, I... Arsé-kun: Saku: Save it. Arsé-kun: *angra steals a cookie. angra steals a cookie. angr* Sheepy: *There's a cute little cat sitting by Clover, eating his cookie. Clover, your cookie* Sheepy: Clover: Right... Arsé-kun: Angra: Oh! A littler bundle of curses is here too. *he pats the cat* Sheepy: Cat: Ehehehe, I am, I am, meow! *He's wagging his tail* Arsé-kun: *lance continues to be awkward* Sheepy: Cat: Be careful if you make a deal with him, okay? *He takes a bite of Clover's cookie* He really tried to scam me-ow! Arsé-kun: Angra: I'll haveta warn the demon clown about that, then! Sheepy: Cat: I chased him for years and years! You know, he didn't even pay me fully... I guess his cooking's payment enough... Sheepy: Cat: But he promised me eyes, plural! Arsé-kun: Angra: So he hasn't given you any needles yet? Sheepy: Cat: Meow? Needles? I don't wannya be poked by something like that! Arsé-kun: Angra: The hole in a sewing needle's called an eye. Sheepy: Cat: You're so smart! Arsé-kun: *Angra's having a good day still* Sheepy: Cat: *He puffs his chest out* I did that! I ripped it out! After years of chasing him around! ...Well, I can't take the other one... because then he won't cook for me anymyore... Meow... Too bad... Arsé-kun: Angra: Aw, better luck next time, kitty! Arsé-kun: *Lance considered taking a cookie. He is no longer hungry* Sheepy: Cat: Do you know any good customers, meow? Arsé-kun: Angra: Not any I'm allowed to suggest! Sheepy: Cat: Preferably with eyes!...Aw, too bad! Sheepy: Clover: *He's staring at the table.* Sheepy: Cat: By the way, wanna know his wish? ...Is that protected by contract, do you think? Meow... Is verbal agreement a contract? Arsé-kun: Saku: I don't. Sheepy: Cat: Anyway, I want humans to look at me a whole bunch! That's why I take their eyes! Arsé-kun: Angra: You try pushing shit off tables? Sheepy: Cat: ...? I can do that? Isn't that bad? Arsé-kun: Angra: Any attention is attention! Sheepy: Cat: I understand! You're so smart! Arsé-kun: *Lance hopes to merge with the wall if he stands still enough* Sheepy: Clover: If you break things, I won't cook for you for a week. Sheepy: Cat: ...! Arsé-kun: Angra: Damn! You're more evil than the literal demon! Sheepy: Cat: Lady, lady...! You brother's so mean to me! Meow... Arsé-kun: *Saku is busy shoving cookies into Lance's hands and giving him permission to leave. He gladly accepts both. Freedom and sweet baked goods* Sheepy: Cat: If humans look at me a bunch, I'll be happy! It's a proven fact! Clover looks at me a bunch, and I get food and shelter! It's proven, meow! Arsé-kun: Angra: Can't argue with that.. Sheepy: Cat: We really are alike! Arsé-kun: *Angra pats Cat again* Sheepy: Cat: I'm going to try your tips later! Sheepy: Clover: ...Sakura. I'm sorry. I've been avoiding you because I'm embarrassed... Sheepy: Clover: Life gave me enough punches to the face to make me look like some silly chuuni... I was expecting you to laugh in my face or something, or scold me about my stupid mistakes. So as I've always done, I ran from my problems... Ahahaha. Arsé-kun: Saku: I was only going to tease you for the white hair. I can't tell you what to do. Unless you want me to? Sheepy: Clover: Oh, yes, that... Sheepy: Clover: It seems like a lot has changed over the years. Arsé-kun: Saku: Some has, some hasn't. Sheepy: Clover: What has changed with you? Arsé-kun: Saku: Raising a child, mostly. Or several, if we include the Servants. Sheepy: Clover: I think I saw him once... He said I looked like a pirate. Arsé-kun: Saku: That sounds like something he would say. Sheepy: Satoru: *He's poking his head in* Do you know what the executioner said to his next victim? Arsé-kun: Saku: No. What? Sheepy: Satoru: "You're so careless, you would lose your head if it wasn't connected to your body. Let me demonstrate." Arsé-kun: *Muffled cheering from Mephisto a few rooms over. high priorities from the clown* Arsé-kun: Saku: Um. Thank you, Satoru. Sheepy: Satoru: It's okay. You only have feeling in your body for a few seconds after you've lost your head before you finally die. Sheepy: Clover:.......That's not comforting. Arsé-kun: *Sakura just gestures to Satoru like "this is what I'm dealing with"* Sheepy: Satoru: Maybe not to you. But it is for the executioner. He worries, you know. About customers not being satisfied with his work. Of course, there's no way to ask them how they feel about it. Because they're dead. Arsé-kun: Angra: If they answer him, he clearly didn't do his job well! Sheepy: Satoru: Do you think the executioner I talked to has ever had to deal with that? He looked dependable. Arsé-kun: Angra: You talked to an executioner? Without me?? Sheepy: Satoru: If you ever get executed for your crimes, I know an executioner you could ask for. Okay? Clover. Sheepy: Clover:......... Sheepy: Satoru: He was on Uncle Mozzy's call. He was nice. I liked him. His name was Sans. Sheepy: Clover: I don't do anything that terrible... Arsé-kun: Angra: All that means is that Borelock Sholmes and Count Cuddledud won't chase you down! Count yourself lucky! Sheepy: Satoru: Count Cuddledud is nice. I like him. Sheepy: Clover: I've spoken to Holmes before. He said that I'm useful, so he won't try to shut down my operations. Sheepy: Satoru: Wow. When you commit crimes, it's considered "a service" and "a big help". But when Grandpa does it, it's considered "evil" and "harmful". Sheepy: Clover:...Well, I suppose that secret is out. The change on my end is, well... Sheepy: Clover:...Running my own "business", so to speak... Arsé-kun: Saku: Well, I can't judge. Especially considering the first servant summoned here was the criminal you were just speaking with. Sheepy: Cat: Nobody but Agravain commits acts of violence, though, meow! He's very good at getting information out of people! Sheepy: Agravain: Don't make me out to be some brute. I gauge exactly what the weakness of my... client, so to speak, is, and then take advantage of it. Sheepy: Satoru: If you aren't careful, you'll attract the attention of someone like Dad. Arsé-kun: Vlad: *from downstairs* I heard that Sheepy: Satoru: It's an area of expertise for you. Uncle Mozzy is attracted by discussion of music, so it wouldn't be any different here, would it? Arsé-kun: Vlad: It wasn't.. Oh, never mind. *he comes upstairs and inside. He looks Clover over briefly* ... I'll allow it. Arsé-kun: *Vlad picks up Satoru with one arm, gets himself a bloodbag with the other, and leaves. Fuck this peasant shit* Arsé-kun: Saku: ... Well, it is rather late. Do you want to stay overnight? We have guest rooms. Sheepy: Clover: That would be nice. Arsé-kun: Saku: ... I didn't think you'd actually agree. But all right, come along. Sheepy: Clover: With threats still running around, I didn't want to risk it. Arsé-kun: *Vlad stares at Clover in the bg. Saku glares at him. Vlad wisely decides not to risk it. Wise king* Sheepy: Agravain: The threats in here are easier to manage than the threats out there. Arsé-kun: Saku: That's for sure. Sheepy: Clover: *He gets up and follows Saku* Arsé-kun: *Angra starts shoving cookies into his pockets like they'll be gone by morning. And he's right* Sheepy: *Later, Tristan is alive! Covered in bandages, but alive.* Arsé-kun: *How did he get inside? Who let him in? Was it you, quickly-leaving dark servant? Was it you?? Yes it was!* Arsé-kun: *anyway happy december 27th im keeping track now* Sheepy: Tristan: ...Wait. Sheepy: Tristan: Thank you. Arsé-kun: *Dantes just huffs and leaves. Edgy* Sheepy: Tristan: What happened with him? The one who slew me. Arsé-kun: Dantes: I heard he's been defeated already. Sheepy: Tristan:....Right before I died, I felt a strange chill... Like something grasping at my very soul, hungrily, desperately... Its cold, long fingers ravenously trying to steal away my core. Consume me. But it seems... I managed to pull away from it, just enough. Sheepy: Tristan: I see... Sheepy: Tristan: So my sacrifice was worthwhile. Arsé-kun: Dantes: You're just going to accept what happened? Sheepy: Tristan: I wonder if everyone else was unharmed. Sheepy: Tristan: Hah... Sheepy: Tristan: If he has been returned to his previous state, I have no reason to fight him. Arsé-kun: Dantes: If you insist. Call me if you change your mind. Sheepy: Tristan: As for the other one... Sheepy: Tristan: The one who plunged his hand in my chest is none other than Sir Bedivere. That, I am sure of. But knowing Sir Bedivere, he had a good reason. Arsé-kun: Dantes: Perhaps he did. Sheepy: Tristan: Ah, when I am feeling better, I need to apologize to Sir Lancelot (Berserker) for my weakness back there... How embarrassing... Meanwhile, I am sure that Sir Lancelot (Saber) will think I am a wimp for not moving when King Hassan lunged at me. Sheepy: Tristan: However, I thought... Sheepy: Tristan: "There is nothing more beautiful, more tragic, more romantic than one sacrificing their life so all of his companions can accomplish an insurmountable goal"... Sheepy: Tristan:...Of course, my daydream had a romantic scene where I would slowly die in Sir Lancelot's arms, but instead, Sir Bedivere pierced me through and I died instantly. Arsé-kun: Dantes: ... Are we thinking of the same Sir Bedivere? I can't see him doing that. Sheepy: Tristan: Ah... I remember, in those final moments, a very cool speech from Sir Bedivere... "Surrounder your powder to meat, you who is so undressing oft!" Now, I do not understand what it meant, but I got stabbed by him right afterards. Arsé-kun: Dantes: ......... Arsé-kun: Dantes: .... I suppose I can't blame you for misunderstanding when you were dying. Sheepy: Tristan: Oh, yes, but his voice was so cold. Not like the usual Sir Bedivere. Arsé-kun: Dantes: So the other Bedivere I have heard about. Sheepy: Tristan: I hear there are two Bediveres... Arsé-kun: Dantes: I'll have to see what he's like myself. Sheepy: Tristan: Cold... Sheepy: Tristan: He's very cold. Arsé-kun: Dantes: I see. Sheepy: Tristan: Cold armor. Cold skin. Cold personality. His arm is especially cold. Sheepy: Tristan: Oh, yes, but beating me wih his arm is normal for Sir Bedivere. Sheepy: Tristan: "Women deserve respect, Sir Tristan! You cannot gaze upon them nude without their permission!"...And then I have Airgetlam in my skull. Arsé-kun: Dantes: .... He's right, you know. Sheepy: Tristan: However I cannot see... Sheepy: Tristan: Not well enough to make anything out. Sheepy: Tristan: For me, you just look like a green blob.. Like a tree. A very small tree. A Christmas tree. Arsé-kun: Dantes: Then what do you get out of it? Sheepy: Tristan: Oh, I would appreciate if you kept this a secret... It is not about the women. Simply... Sheepy: Tristan: It's a joy to cause little problems with my three best friends! Arsé-kun: Dantes: .... I suppose I can't stop you unless one complains about it. Sheepy: Tristan: I have had little interest in women after Iseult, you know! But Sir Gawain is a real... how to put it...! Arsé-kun: Dantes: .... Womanizer? Sheepy: Tristan: That is exactly it! Arsé-kun: Dantes: How troubling. Arsé-kun: Dantes: He's certainly going to get what's coming to him. Sheepy: Tristan: So simply, our group's name as a womanizer is from us following Sir Gawain's lead! Arsé-kun: Dantes: Have you considered not doing that? Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot is considered the leader of the group, but the truth is, he acts like a womanizer to hide the fact that he has no interest in women. Arsé-kun: Dantes: ...? ?? Arsé-kun: Dantes: That's news to me. Sheepy: Tristan: However, this does not mean he has abandoned old romances... Arsé-kun: Dantes: So he doesn't share interests with the Berserker? Sheepy: Tristan: He does not! After all... he is dating... Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Galehaut! And more importantly, a very beautiful individual you may know... Sheepy: Tristan:................ Arsé-kun: Dantes: ............ Sheepy: Tristan: Is the room spinning for you? Arsé-kun: Dantes: That means it's time to stop. Sheepy: Tristan: Oh, yes, don't tell Sir Lancelot I said these things... Sheepy: Tristan:...Or anyone. Arsé-kun: Dantes: Of course. I wouldn't want to provoke his wrath against you. Sheepy: Tristan: It is meant to be our little secret, so Sir Gawain does not feel left out... among other things. Arsé-kun: Dantes: I'm going to take revenge for having to listen to you rambling now. Sheepy: Tristan: I am sure Sir Lancelot's reasons for hiding it are different... Sheepy: Tristan: Oh, have fun. Arsé-kun: *Dantes just picks up Tristan and dumps him on the sofa. now shut the fuck up* Sheepy: Tristan:........... Sheepy: Tristan: *snore* Arsé-kun: *Dantes just rolls his eyes and leaves. He's gotta watch for threats, after all* Sheepy: *Tristan sleeps until the morning! Amazing! Normally, this is a struggle for him.* Arsé-kun: *Tristan's phone starts ringing. Loudly. ♪ I KISSED A GIRL, AND I LIKED IT ♫* Sheepy: *Tristan clumsily answers it, half asleep* Arsé-kun: Lot: Good morning, Sir Tristan! How are you feeling? Sheepy: Tristan:....Sir Lancelot.... Sheepy: Tristan: Yesterday, my thoughts were all about you... Sheepy: Tristan:....For example. Sheepy: Tristan:....Do hedgehogs live in hedges, or hogs...? Arsé-kun: Lot: ... Did I call you too early? Sheepy: Tristan: In my dream, I had a conversation about you... You should have shown up... Well, the Count and I had fun... ...What did we talk about...? Sheepy: Tristan:.............. Sheepy: Tristan: Did you make sure to romantically take me in your arms as I died and weep on me, as I weakly, gently caressed your cheek, saying that it would be alright, deluding myself while in a bout of blood loss that I was not losing my grip on life...? Arsé-kun: Lot: I did consider it, but it was a tad too dangerous. Do forgive me. Sheepy: Tristan: Well, I suppose if I get stabbed again, you can do it then... Sheepy: Tristan: How sad... Arsé-kun: Lot: Please don't get stabbed again Arsé-kun: Lot: How am I supposed to talk to women with you if you get stabbed? Sheepy: Tristan: But it would be so beautiful... You, me... the violin player sadly playing music.. Sheepy: Tristan: Oh, yes, I suppose I could play the harp as well... Arsé-kun: Lot: Not if you're dying you won't. Sheepy: Tristan: ...Hm..... Sheepy: Tristan:......... Sheepy: Tristan: Dream you...is very contradictory.... Sheepy: Tristan: ...When I wake up, I must tell you of this... you will laugh. Arsé-kun: Lot: Don't make "me" come down there and pull on you. Sheepy: Tristan: Oh, yes... before I awaken... please tell me some wisdom I may pass on to the real you. Sheepy: Tristan: Do you feel afraid knowing you will be gone once I awake...? Arsé-kun: Lot: tristan we're on the phone. Sheepy: Tristan:........ Arsé-kun: Lot: I called you. Good morning. Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot...would really call me in the morning...? How romantic... Sheepy: Tristan:....How sad, however, that I cannot tell you of the dream I had... But I remember an important phrase from it. Sheepy: Tristan: Soarender ore pointer two bean, two hoot is understanding orft. Sheepy: Tristan: I do not understand it... But please use this knowledge well. Sir Bedivere spoke it. Arsé-kun: Lot: .......... Right. I'm still not happy about that. He could have killed you. Sheepy: Tristan: Something brushed up against my very core... Arsé-kun: Lot: Yeah, death. Sheepy: Tristan: It was crying out to me to surrender... That it hungered... That I was weak, and worthless... I felt lulled by it, just a bit... but I pulled away. Very scary... Sheepy: Tristan: It was cold, too. Sheepy: Tristan: I would rather a hug from you... it would be much warmer... and less soul-eating... Arsé-kun: Lot: Should I.... Should I come over? Sheepy: Tristan: You would do that? give me a hug? Arsé-kun: Lot: Why not? Sheepy: Tristan: It fills me with joy...! Arsé-kun: Lot: I'll try to be there. No guarantees. I'm feeling a tad bit woodsy, if you catch my drift. Sheepy: Tristan: Yes... to run naked and mad in a forest... I have considered it, from time to time... Arsé-kun: Lot: Maybe not that part. Arsé-kun: Lot: Either way, let me have a word with Sir Bedivere Alter, and then I'll see if I can make it over. Sheepy: Tristan: Good luck... I will wait for you, with a gift... Sheepy: Tristan: It is very special... please look forward to it. Arsé-kun: Lot: Thank you. Now get out of bed. Sheepy: Tristan: Yes... Worry not. I will get out of bed. Arsé-kun: Lot: I doubt it somehow. Sheepy: Tristan: My word is unbreakable... Arsé-kun: Lot: Yeah, and I'll keep my temper. I'm going to hang up now. Sheepy: Tristan: I am looking forward to seeing you soon. Sheepy: *Good thing for Lot, Balter is surprisingly easy to find! Seems like he's at Chaldea for business.. Although, he may also just be lost.* Arsé-kun: Lot: There you are, Sir Bedivere. I hope I'm not bothering you, but I wanted to speak to you about something. Sheepy: Balter: No, you aren't. I'm just looking for something... Arsé-kun: Lot: Oh? Well, you first. What are you looking for? Sheepy: Balter: Ah, well... There seems to be a process called "Ascension"... But my Master is totally oblivious to that and these "Embers" and keeps throwing me into fights I have no chance of winning. Sheepy: Balter: I am currently looking for Yggadrasil Seeds and Void Dust. Sheepy: Balter: You know of a place? Arsé-kun: Lot: Sure. Fuyuki's best for void dust, and anywhere werewolves spawn is great for the seeds. Sheepy: Balter: I know of a werewolf nearby. Arsé-kun: Lot: .... Not that kind. Arsé-kun: Lot: And why would you think it'd be okay to do that? Sheepy: Balter: My apologies.. Arsé-kun: Lot: And on that... You almost killed Tristan yesterday, you know. Sheepy: Balter: That is actually what made me realize just how weak I have become after being summoned. Arsé-kun: Lot: Pardon Sheepy: Balter: Oh, I said... Sheepy: Balter: "That is actually what made me realize just how weak I have become after being summoned". Arsé-kun: Lot: I heard what you said, Bedivere. I want to know how you mean that. Sheepy: Balter:....... Sheepy: Balter: Well, what I mean is... How do I put this... Sheepy: Balter: I was specifically created to be able to, well... Ah, this is awkward... Arsé-kun: *Lot waits, staring up at the ceiling like it has more answers than Balter. It probably does.* Sheepy: Balter:....Simply, I should have been able to easily reach his weak point due to his Round Table status, but passing through King Hassan weakened me greatly. Sheepy: Balter: Before, it would have been no issue, I think. Arsé-kun: Lot: ..... So you're saying you would have done him in on purpose? Sheepy: Balter: I wasn't specifically aiming for him, but... Sheepy: Balter: After I found that I had accidentally hit him as well, something inside of me told me to keep going... That's the gist of it. Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7 Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7 Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1 Arsé-kun: Lot: ......... Sheepy: Balter: I am thankful, however, that you do not hold my sudden urges against me... Arsé-kun: Lot: ............. ................... Arsé-kun: *... Has it suddenly gotten colder in here?* Sheepy: Balter: Sir Lancelot...? Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19 Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8 Arsé-kun: Lot: .......... Ghh... *he's struggling to speak, despite being fine moments ago* Get out of here.... Sheepy: Balter:.............That... won't do. Arsé-kun: Lot: ..... I mean it. Sheepy: Balter: If I leave, I'll be chased to the very ends of the world by you if you end up going berserk. Arsé-kun: *Lot drops to his knees, doing his best to keep calm and not go mad. If he ignores Balter, there's no problem!* Sheepy: Balter:.....? Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17 Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15 Sheepy: Balter: My apologies... I would rather let you kill me here than end up luring you to my Master... Please understand. Arsé-kun: Lot: I think.... I think I'm... *he shakes his head, and then looks up at Balter* I think I'm okay. Sheepy: Balter: I'm happy to hear that. *He slowly puts out his left hand* Let me help you up. Arsé-kun: Lot: Yes, please. *he gladly takes Balter's hand* Sheepy: *Balter helps him up!* Arsé-kun: Lot: ... Sorry. I knew I'd get angry, but not that much. Sheepy: Balter: You have good reason to be angry. Sheepy: Balter: I suppose it may seem like an empty comment, but I, too, am angry at myself. Arsé-kun: Lot: I suppose neither of us could help it.. Sheepy: Balter: Thank you. Arsé-kun: *Lot opens the door. It smells like mud. Lot closes the door* Sheepy: Balter:?! That smell... Arsé-kun: Lot: Maybe lets not go out there. Sheepy: Balter: Right. Arsé-kun: Lot: ... Well, you can, but let's not risk getting hurt. Sheepy: Balter: I would rather not risk it. Arsé-kun: *A few minutes pass. Lots of noise outside, lots of yelling and various sounds of violence. But nothing tries to get in. They're safe for now* Arsé-kun: *... At least, until someone bangs on the door* Sheepy: Balter: Someone needs help...! Arsé-kun: Maxwell?: Excuse me, it's hell out here! Sheepy: Balter: Don't worry. We can help you. Sheepy: *Balter opens the door!* Arsé-kun: *That looks like Maxwell, but...! Clearly isn't, with how quickly he proceeds to shoot at both Balter and Lot with a revolver. Both shots miss.* Sheepy: Balter:?! Arsé-kun: Maxwell?: Damn, you're annoying. Oh well. If I can't take your life myself, someone else can! Arsé-kun: *Maxwell?? turns to leave, before turning back and shooting Lot square in the face. That's Damage All Right* Arsé-kun asked the lost sheep to choose between got lucky, mud bullet, mud bullet + did not get lucky and worst possible option. The lost sheep chose: worst possible option Sheepy: Balter: Sir Lancelot...! Arsé-kun: *Lot slowly starts picking himself back up. He's clearly unsteady and keeping his head down... But it should only smell like blood, not mud too. So what...* Sheepy: Balter: S...Sir Lancelot...? Arsé-kun: *Sir Lancelot shouldn't even be conscious right now. He picks his head up slowly, and there's a clear bullet wound right between his red eyes that's already caked in both blood and mud. He should not be alive.* Sheepy: Balter: We need to get you help! Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17 Arsé-kun: *Lot slowly reaches out towards Balter, stumbling forward and groaning* Sheepy: *Balter goes to take his hand!* Arsé-kun: *Lot grabs onto Balter's hand like his life depends on it* Sheepy: *Balter pulls him close to support him!* Sheepy: Balter: A doctor, a doctor... Where is...? Arsé-kun: *Not in that room. That's a definite.* Arsé-kun: *The first corner Balter turns has an entire demon pillar in the middle of the hallway. A whole white and pink unit. And all eyes have locked onto Balter.* Sheepy: Balter: Wh...what is that...?! Arsé-kun: Gusion: ..... *booming* You want the next left. Trust me on this. Sheepy: Balter:...Th...thank you... Sheepy: *Balter keeps going.* Sheepy: Balter: Sir Lancelot... hang in there. You'll be fine soon. Arsé-kun: *Lot has dropped his head onto Balter's shoulder. He can't even keep it up himself for long.* Sheepy: Balter: The next left is...up here. Sheepy: Balter: *He goes to grab the handle. His cursed arm (tm) goes right through. He's thinking.* Sheepy: *Balter lifts up his foot...* Sheepy: *...And kicks the door in!* Arsé-kun: *The door hits somebody! Whoops. But the door's open now!* Sheepy: Balter: Excuse me...! My friend needs medical help!...Hm? Where did they go...? Arsé-kun: *Romani pushes the door off of himself. He's clearly been through a lot already* Arsé-kun: Romani: Yes, sure, hhhh-- *and he actually looks* Sheepy: Balter: Did I do that...? My apologies... but... Sheepy: Balter: My friend is in serious condition. Arsé-kun: Romani: ....?!?! R-right, yes, absolutely! How is he alive?? Sheepy: Balter: I can smell mud. Arsé-kun: *Romani is doing calculations* Sheepy: Balter: *He brings Lot inside* Arsé-kun: Romani: Uh, doesn't matter right now! I'll take it from here, thank you! Sheepy: Balter: *He lies Lot down* Thank you... Sheepy: Balter: Yesterday, the King solved this issue with the power of Excalibur. Arsé-kun: Romani: Right, right, and that or Airgetlam usually works! Sheepy: Balter:......... Arsé-kun: Romani: But if the mud's keeping him alive, then it's a bit trickier! Sheepy: Balter: My apologies,I am not the right Bedivere for the job. Arsé-kun: Romani: R-right, sorry! I didn't mean it that way! Arsé-kun: *romani's ability to say things wrong at the wrong times strikes again* Sheepy: Balter: No, it's fine. I was just thinking, um... Sheepy: Balter: I could contact them. Arsé-kun: Romani: I can't really stop you, I'm just not sure what to do about it! Sheepy: Balter:...One moment. Sheepy: Balter:// Chaldea mud Lancelot wounded come quick Arsé-kun: *Everyone is typing* Sheepy: *Except Gawain, who's preoccupied trying not to die* Arsé-kun: *He's probably not the only one, so "Several users are typing" is more accurate* Arsé-kun: Kay:// @TRISTAN @TRISTAN @TRISTAN Arsé-kun: Kay:// @GALEHAUT @GALEHAUT @GALEH Sheepy: Tristan:// Such a cryptic kessage... But I must go. For Sir Lancelot. Arsé-kun: Kay:// If I go i will certinly die Sheepy: Bedi:// Currwntly preparing. Sheepy: Bedi:// @Merlin Are you okay? Arsé-kun: Merlin:// Aint goin out in this! Sheepy: Bedi:// Good. I'll come for you. Arsé-kun: Merlin:// I'll keep an eye on everything! Don't get shot up! Sheepy: Bedi:// I won't. Arsé-kun: Lance: *Looking away from Dark Souls- a fatal mistake,* What's going on? Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot (Saber) is injured and there's mud at Chaldea. Sheepy: Tristan: I want to go help him. Sheepy: Tristan: He was coming for me... Arsé-kun: Lance: Is that why... Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Arsé-kun: Lance: Forget it. Just be careful, okay? Sheepy: Tristan: Don't worry. I will be. Arsé-kun: Lance: You'd better, or I'll replace all your hair stuff with Liz's! Sheepy: Tristan:....?! Sheepy: Tristan: Yoir cruelty knows no bounds...! Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Was that too much? Sheepy: Tristan: How frightening... Arsé-kun: Lance: Just go! Sheepy: Tristan: Ha... it breaks my heart to leave you, but I must... Arsé-kun: Lance: Don't make it feel worse!! Sheepy: Tristan: How sad...! Sheepy: *Tristan is dragged out by Bedi.* Arsé-kun: *Lance goes back to Dark Souls* Sheepy: *Bedi drags Tristan to Chaldea!* Sheepy: Bedi: Oh...! It looks terrible...! Sheepy: Tristan: Are you looking in a mirror? You shouldn't be so harsh on yourself that you don't look like me. Arsé-kun: *It's gotten worse in the short time we looked away. Gusion has moved out of the hallway to block it more effectively. At least one person is dead.* Sheepy: Tristan: I must find Sir Lancelot... Sheepy: *Tristan strums Failnaught and starts his quest of tracking down Lot, oblivious to the dangers around him* Arsé-kun: Gusion: .... Next left. Prepare for guts the best you can. Sheepy: Tristan: I only have a dodge... how unfortunate... Arsé-kun: Gusion: ...... I will not correct that statement. Do pick up anyone you find and take them with you. Sheepy: *Tristan continues over to the next left.* Sheepy: Georgios: You, foul beast! I will not let you come and consume the wounded! Your journey ends here! Sheepy: Tristan:....? Sheepy: Georgios: Behold the power of Ascalon...! *He tries to stab Tristan! Tristan moves out of the way.* Arsé-kun: Gareth: Wait, wait, waaaaaaiit! That's Sir Tristan! Don't stab, don't stab! Sheepy: Georgios:....What? Arsé-kun: Gareth: Sir Tristan isn't a dragon, like how I'm not! It's okay! Sheepy: Georgios: Gareth... just like you, he's no dragon...? Arsé-kun: Gareth: No dragon! Just Tristan! Sheepy: Georgios: For what looks to be a dragon, you certainly do not talk like one... Sheepy: Tristan: Have you seen Sir Lancelot? Arsé-kun: Gareth: We were over this, Sir Georgios!- Oh, yes. See where there's no door? Sir Bedi Alter did that to get in. Sheepy: Georgios:....And it's not some trick of the devil...? Sheepy: Tristan: Thank you. Arsé-kun: Gareth: That's why you're seeing us all as dragons! It's... Yeah, it is a trick! Sheepy: Georgios: So I cannot believe my eyes, or I would be falling prey to the devil! I understand...! *He gives Gareth a smile* Arsé-kun: Gareth: Yeah! Until the King or Bedi helps-- Oh! Sir Bedivere! Over here, please! Sheepy: *While Georgios is distracted by Gareth, Bedi dashes in and bashes him over the head with Airgetlam!* Arsé-kun: Gareth: Thaaaaank you! *PHEW!* He's been seeing us as dragons since he got dirtied up! That's one problem down! Sheepy: Bedi: How frightful... Arsé-kun: Gareth: It's okay, he hasn't managed to get anybody! He was still pretty reasonable! Sheepy: Bedi: I see. So some servants don't change much. Arsé-kun: Gareth: Luckily! Sheepy: *Tristan has grabbed Georgios by the leg and is dragging him to the doctor area* Arsé-kun: *How graceful, Tristan, thank you.* Sheepy: *Everything he does, he does gracefully.* Arsé-kun: *For himself. You can't be dragged gracefully.* Sheepy: Tristan: Hm... Sir Lancelot must be here... Sheepy: Georgios:....Ouughh... I'm fine... it was only 2000 damage... Sheepy: Bedi:...Have I really grown so weak...? Arsé-kun: *Romani can't even have ten minutes to put his head down. Poor man deserves a vacation* Arsé-kun: Romani: ... Another one..? Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Bedivere hit him over the head. Sheepy: Georgios: I have healing of my own. Please let go... Arsé-kun: Romani: He can sit in one of the chairs. Saber Lancelot's been moved to the room behind me. Sheepy: *Tristan drags him over to one of the chairs and puts his leg on the chair* Arsé-kun: Romani: ..... Properly, Archer. Sheepy: Tristan: Thank you. I must see him... Sheepy: Tristan:....Oh, yes... properly... Arsé-kun: *Romani quits and puts his head back down. The nerve of Sir Tristan* Sheepy: Tristan: You see.... Sheepy: Tristan: I promised to hold him in my arms for a very dramatic death scene... Arsé-kun: Romani: *muffled* just go. i'll deal with it. Sheepy: Tristan: If you have any violinists, please direct them my way. Sheepy: *Tristan goes to the backroom (where he will be trapped. Alone. No... perhaps not entirely alone. Is he being watched?)* Sheepy: Tristan: *He rushes over to Lot's side!* Arsé-kun: *Lot slightly tilts his head to look in Tristan's direction* Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot... Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Bedivere alerted me that you were hurt. Arsé-kun: Lot: .... 's fine.. I barely feel it anyway... Sheepy: Tristan: It's not fine. Regardless of if you feel it or not... seeing you hurt is... Sheepy: Tristan:...I haven't yet practiced my lines on this end of thjngs, because I always expected to be on the other side.... Sheepy: Tristan:....To hear that you're.... Arsé-kun: Lot: .... What are you talking about..? I jus'took a hit to the headpan, it's nothing to be concerned about. Sheepy: Tristan:....... The thought of... *At this point, his voice is cracking. Your half-thought up lines won't save you now, Tristan!* Arsé-kun: Lot: Jus' give me some time. Once I can see straight, we can go back to Camelot.. It isn't as if it's far... Sheepy: Tristan:....! S...Sir... Sir Lancelot... C-camelot... Sheepy: Tristan: *He's begun crying! Not the usual Sir Tristan beautiful crying, but real, genuine sobs of despair...* Camelot is dead... Gone...dust...! It is far out of reach of the living... Arsé-kun: Lot: .... What are you talking about...? Sheepy: Tristan: It's gone! Arsé-kun: Lot: .... Then why are we just sitting here..?! *he abruptly tries to get up, and only manages to fall over.* Sheepy: *Tristan catches him!* Arsé-kun: *Lot just sheepishly grins at Tristan for his own clumsiness* Sheepy: Tristan: There is no bringing it back, Sir Lancelot! If you go to it, you will...! *sob* You'll be gone too! Arsé-kun: Lot: .... Hn? *he frowns* Is this truly that bad...? Sheepy: Tristan: *He open his eyes* ......... *He's staring at Lot's face, but with his unfocused, dull eyes, it feels more like he's staring through him.* Sheepy: Tristan: I... It's hard for me to see you, but it looks like you're wounded.... in the head, I think. Arsé-kun: Lot: ..... Did I not say I'd been hit? Sheepy: Tristan: It's more reason to rest...! You must stay alive! Do not go to Camelot! Arsé-kun: Lot: .... ..... Then where will we go..? Sheepy: Tristan: Where will we go...? ..... Sheepy: Tristan: I've wanted to see the ocean... let's go to the ocean. Or... Sheepy: Tristan: I would like to see the ocean clearly with you... So please recover well. Arsé-kun: Lot: .... I can't refuse such a request. That would be awfully selfish of me.. Sheepy: Tristan: Yes, it would be... Sheepy: *Lucan's voice is audible in the other room! The man, the legend!* Arsé-kun: Romani: ---and watch where you're going, you nearly ran over Dad! Sheepy: David: ...D-dad...? Arsé-kun: Romani: .... Oh no, did I say something weird?! Sheepy: Lucan: *He clears his throat* This is not where your story ends... Arsé-kun: Romani: ...... Oh no! Ohhhh no! *he grabs David and dives behind a desk* I can't watch! Sheepy: Lucan: This is where I leave you! *He pulls out a sword!* A Devoted Butler's Final Stand - I Won't Let You Fall Just Yet! *He cuts himself across the torso! Ouch! He collapses to his knees, coughing up blood!* Sheepy: Balter and Bedi: L-LUCAN!! What are you....?! Sheepy: *Lucan collapses. His guts are spilling out, and he's frothing at the mouth... But at least everyone else feels stronger, better, faster! Sheepy: *Bedi and Balter are distressed! In shock! Horrified!* Arsé-kun: *Rightfully so!* Sheepy: *...And Lucan has finally stopped twitching. He's dead!* Sheepy: *Tristan pokes his head in* Arsé-kun: Gareth: *barely peering around her shield* why why why why why why why why why why why why wh Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot is feeling better… Oh, yes, I’m smelling blood. Please be careful. Sheepy: Georgios: ………..He just… disemboweled himself with his own sword. Sheepy: Tristan: Is it what helped Sir Lancelot? Sheepy: Georgios: ...Physically, I'm feeling better. Arsé-kun: *Romani sighs, and gets out from under the desk to get a broom* Sheepy: Lucan:.........*wheeze* Arsé-kun: Romani: How are you alive?! Sheepy: Lucan: G....guts... Sheepy: Lucan: Just like...wh-what I don't...*he coughs up blood* Arsé-kun: Romani: I'd say you certainly do have those! All over my office! Sheepy: Lucan: S....Sorry. This Noble Phantasm is still...still...i-in-testin'... hha...haha... Sheepy: Lucan: ...how...how do I... Sheepy: Lucan:........put it back...? Arsé-kun: Romani: Maybe you should have thought of that first??? Sheepy: Lucan:........... Arsé-kun: Romani: Okay, okay! Just don't wriggle around too much! Sheepy: Lucan: .....as if I could... Arsé-kun: *Romani puts on a mask, then a face shield, then two more pairs of gloves before starting the disgusting clean-up work.* Arsé-kun: *A flower sprouts in the middle of the room. Merlin is definitely coming! ... One of them!* Sheepy: Lucan:...... Arsé-kun: Merlin: I--- Never mind. No jokes needed here. Sheepy: *Bedi is crying! Balter is BSODing* Sheepy: Lucan:....organ-t you see I-I'm in a bit of a pinch....? Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'm going to let you rot. Arsé-kun: *He's joking. Merlin casts his np. Twice.* Sheepy: Lucan: better than what marin would do to me. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I know. We drew straws. She said she was going to sell you for profit on the black market. Sheepy: Lucan: drew straws not to help me...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: No, she also wanted to come and I was going to throw hands. Sheepy: Lucan: Ah... Arsé-kun: *Merlin plops his arms around both Bedi and Balter. Don't look at that, look at ME* Sheepy: Bedi: M-Merlin, he... Arsé-kun: Merlin: He's getting put back like Frankie, give us a few minutes. Sheepy: Bedi:...Just like back then... Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... Yeah, we're gonna need to install a censor on this one. Sheepy: Bedi: I couldn't stop it...even like back then...! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Lucan, when you're done being a mess, come over here and clean up your other mess. Arsé-kun: Merlin: And I don't mean the blood! Sheepy: Lucan: He could've just looked away... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Not only did you upset Bedi, you broke Alter. You couldn't even do it somewhere else..? Sheepy: Lucan:...away from medical help...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Fine. Arsé-kun: *Merlin is Displeased* Sheepy: Lucan: Anyway, people needed the healing... Sheepy: Lucan: If you'd been here, well... Sheepy: Lucan: I would have left the job to you. Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... *he looks to a wall. vision mode activate* Let me see if I'd have made it. Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... Nope! Sheepy: Lucan: You see? I made the right choice. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I guess you did! *he looks back to Lucan* How's it feel being a hero, champ? Sheepy: Lucan: Terrible. I'm leaving you peiple to die next time. Arsé-kun: Merlin: That's the spirit! Now never do that again! Sheepy: Tristan: Hm... Arsé-kun: *Romani finishes his part of the job and just sits down right there. Tired* Sheepy: Lucan: Thanks.... Sheepy: Lucan: I'm feeling a little wiped, so I'm just going to... Sheepy: Lucan:...lie here for a while. Arsé-kun: *Romani sighs part 3 and goes to get a stretcher so Lucan be gotten off the floor* Arsé-kun: *Gareth peeks into the other room. Sir Lancelot? Is he okay? Where he* Sheepy: *Tristan is hugging him!* Arsé-kun: *Lot looks lost, but he's okay! He healed mostly!* Arsé-kun: Lot: .... ....... This certainly isn't where I thought we were. Sheepy: Tristan: Worry not. Wherever we are, I will stay by your side... Arsé-kun: Lot: .... ....... ?! Arsé-kun: Lot: What in the world was I saying..?! Sheepy: Tristan: You were simply confused... Arsé-kun: Lot: I guess so... Arsé-kun: Lot: ...... I mean, we can still go see the ocean if you want to, but.. Sheepy: Tristan: In the end, Camelot is where we are. The Round Table is what made it what it was, after all... Sheepy: Tristan: Ah, the ocean... I'd like to see it one day. Arsé-kun: Lot: .... Maybe we could stop by Mother's, too.. Sheepy: Tristan: Really? We could...? I would like to meet her. Arsé-kun: Lot: ... Could you do me a favor before we continue this talk? Sheepy: Tristan: Yes? Arsé-kun: Lot: Please help me get outside so I can thank Bedivere Alter and Lucan. Ah, Merlin as well, I suppose. Sheepy: *Tristan supports Lot so he can go outside* Arsé-kun: *And Lot finally gets to see the disaster for himself. Give him a moment* Arsé-kun: *Lot decides to leave Lucan alone for now. That man needs rest, badly* Sheepy: *Lucan is taking this opportunity to sleep* Arsé-kun: *He deserves it. And he isn't gonna try to ruin it by working.* Arsé-kun: *Lot taps Balter's shoulder* Sheepy: Balter: ....!.... S-sorry, I... Arsé-kun: Lot: No, it's okay. I just wanted to thank you. Sheepy: Balter:....Why....? Arsé-kun: Lot: You could have left me to die, but you didn't. You're why I even made it here, right? Arsé-kun: Lot: So thank you. I really owe you one. Sheepy: Balter: I.... Sheepy: Balter: I just didn't think it was right to let a former companion die. Arsé-kun: Lot: That doesn't matter. You still did it. Arsé-kun: *Lot pauses and looks towards Lucan. Romani's having a hell of a time with him in the background* Arsé-kun: Lot: ... I'll have to thank him later, too. Sheepy: *Lucan is totally oblivious of Romani. He's too deeply asleep to care* Sheepy: Balter: I... suddenly remembered. Where did your attacker end up...? Arsé-kun: Lot: I. Arsé-kun: Lot: .... I don't know. Sheepy: *Lio wanders in. He's sobbing and whimpering... He looks to Merlin. Stare...* Sheepy: *...Merlin gets a tight hug! And cried on.* Arsé-kun: *If Merlin had a nickel for every time that happened today he would have more than one nickel.* Sheepy: Lio: B...Bors, I...I've been looking everywhere..! A-all the walls look the same...! Bors...! *He looks up at Merlin, all teary-eyed* I've been lost for hours!! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Sure, I can take you to him once we're done here! Don't worry, little lion, I'll handle it. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Sure, I can take you to him once we're done here! Don't worry, little lion, I'll handle it. Sheepy: Lio:...E...eh...? Sheepy: Lio: Merlin...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Sure is! Sheepy: Lio: Your hair... you looked like Bors... Sheepy: Bedi:.....I don't see it. Couls this be like how Georgios was seeing everyone as dragons...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Aw, is it dirty? *he grabs his hair to check if he's dirty* Sheepy: Lio: My eyes hurt a lot and everything's all blurry... Arsé-kun: Merlin: The sit down and take a few minutes. I'm sure at least one person here is glad to see you. Sheepy: Lio: Really...? Sheepy: Lio: But...if I quit now, won't I be as bad as Bors...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: I already said I'd take you. Don't be such a worrywart. Sheepy: Lio:.....What if he hates me? Sheepy: Lio: If he hates me... will you hate me? I don't want to be hated, even if I am a bad person... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Then I shove his typewriter up his- Arsé-kun: Lot: *quickly* Hello, Lionel. Sheepy: Lio:....What? Lancelot's here? Arsé-kun: Lot: Unfortunately, yes. I'm in no condition for the usual tackle, but I'll appreciate the sentiment. Sheepy: *Lio hesitantly lets go of Merlin and gives Lot a hug! It's not as rough as usual.* Sheepy: Lio: L-Lancelot....I was stuck in the hallways...! They don't end! Arsé-kun: Lot: I can relate. It's still such a labyrinth. Sheepy: Lio: I've been here for two hours...looking... looking... looking... Sheepy: Lio: It's just walls... walls... walls... walls... walls walls walls walls Arsé-kun: Lot: ... It's been busy. How did you manage to avoid it all..? Sheepy: Lio: ...It's been busy? Where is everyone? Arsé-kun: Lot: Now? Probably hiding.. Sheepy: Lio: I saw Maxwell... he told me to come here. Now that I think of it, Maxwell didn't come with me. Why is he here? Sheepy: Lio: Maybe he was worried? Arsé-kun: Gareth: I don't think that was Sir Maxwell you saw. Arsé-kun: Gareth: Sir Maxwell's been in the medical wing. I came from there! Arsé-kun: *Lot opts not to tell Lio about who shot him* Sheepy: Lio:....Hah? Arsé-kun: Lot: I also encountered Maxwell, but he was acting very aggressively. Sheepy: Lio: So who's this Maxwell, then? He was nice to me. Arsé-kun: Romani: Normally, we would blame the Assassin of Shinjuku for these sorts of incidents, but he isn't here. Sheepy: Lio: *He gives Romani a blank look* Arsé-kun: Romani: ... Unless this is related to yesterday's events? Sheepy: Lio:...... Sheepy: Lio: If he looks like everybody, how do you know he isn't here? Arsé-kun: Romani: ........ Arsé-kun: Romani: ... That's a good question. Sheepy: Lio: You know.... Sheepy: Lio: You look like somebody I know... Sheepy: Lio:....... Sheepy: Lio:....Like Palo-Palo! He's a Pal o' mine! ...Well, except... Sheepy: Lio: Back when we were in France after the whole mess with the queen, he'd always say stuff like... Arsé-kun: *It's Romani's turn to give him a blank look* Sheepy: Lio: "Don't look at me. You give me the willies"... "Stop telling me stories. You talk too much"... "The only reason why I'm with you is because I drew the short stick"... Sheepy: Lio: Were those friendly comments I didn't really get...? Hey, you don't think that, do you? Arsé-kun: Gareth: I think he was just being rude. He was talking to you, so it can't be all bad! Sheepy: Lio: I can always count on Gareth to be nice! Sheepy: Lio: Hey, by the way, have you seen Bors? If you don't remember what he looks like, he... Sheepy: Lio:....Tall? Arsé-kun: Merlin: How can we forget how he looks? He's impossible to miss! Arsé-kun: *Romani takes the chance to escape and uses it to crawl under his desk and take a nap. He needs it badly. Please help him* Sheepy: Lio: Really? You remember someone like Bors? Arsé-kun: Merlin: I would hope so. Sheepy: Lio: But Lancelot...Hmmm... Arsé-kun: Lot: Yes, I do remember Sir Bors. Sheepy: Lio: I looked everywhere and didn't see him... Maybe I don't remember him! Sheepy: Lio: I got myself all made up nice, too, so he wouldn't comment on my ugly face... Sheepy: Lio:...But now I keep smacking into walls.... Arsé-kun: Merlin: I already said! I'd take you! To see him! Sheepy: Lio:...You did? Sheepy: Lio:....Maybe I don't remember you? Arsé-kun: Merlin: You addressed me by name!! Sheepy: Lio: Merlin... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Sure am! Now lemme deal with these twin Bedi's so I can help you. Sheepy: Lio: Mom doesn't like you, but I think you're a great guy, hehehe~ I'll pitch in a good word for you... Sheepy: Lio: ........ Arsé-kun: Merlin: .......... Arsé-kun: *extreme zoom in on merlin where he's overdetailed and overshaded but it only lasts for a few seconds before reverting. displeased* Sheepy: Lio: "Embourgeoisment!" Sheepy: Lio: There's your good word! Sheepy: Lio: I don't know what it means, but I like the sound of it! Sheepy: Bedi: I'm feeling shooken up... but better. Thank you. Sheepy: Bedi: To see that again... I... Sheepy: Bedi: ....I have nightmares of that day often. Sheepy: Bedi: It's the day I betrayed the king as well... Sheepy: Lio:...Huh? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Lionfish, you missed it. Don't worry, this ain't about you. Arsé-kun: *Merlin looks back to Bedi* Arsé-kun: Merlin: The good doctor already cleaned up, so if you wanna go hang out with Lucan, you can. He ain't gonna be doing much though. Sheepy: Bedi:...My services are still needed, aren't they...? Arsé-kun: Lot: *raises his hand slightly* I'd like to request it. I still feel very off. Sheepy: Bedi: Right... I'll try to be as gentle as possible. Sheepy: *Bedi hits Lot with Airgetlam!* Arsé-kun: Lot: Appreciated. *he rubs his shoulder. ouch* I was starting to feel a bit, uh.... *he glances towards Gareth briefly.* Not ideal. Sheepy: Lio:....Hey, hey, that muddy stuff came out... Sheepy: Lio: So you can remove sins with your arm? Sheepy: Lio: Can you remove my sins? Can you cleanse my soul? Can you make me a good person again? Arsé-kun: *Merlin moves on to consoling Balter. Hello, I am here without your desire or consent* Arsé-kun: Gareth: I don't think that's how it works, Sir Lionel! Sheepy: Bedi:....Um, it's just mud... Sheepy: Lio:....It's not? Sheepy: Lio: *He tilts his head slightly. He's confused* Arsé-kun: Gareth: .... But would it work on Lio? Sheepy: Lio:....So you can't fix my face? It's ugly. I can't get rid of it. Arsé-kun: Lot: I'm fairly certain being hit in the face would not help you. Sheepy: Bedi: I'm bot sure that it would... Sheepy: Lio: But that White guy said you were ugly, super ugly~ Very very ugly! He's got a popular work, supposedly! But you weren't affected by it! So it must be from the face pujching! Arsé-kun: Lot: im sorry what Sheepy: Lio: ...THat White guy! Arsé-kun: *The joke is lost on all but Merlin, who winks at the screen.* Sheepy: Lio: He wrote.... Something, something, future king! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, that one. The one where I took Arthur on a drug trip through time and somehow it only got worse. Sheepy: Lio: Why is Lancelot ugly? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Why was I an old man? Why was Kay the only accuracy in the entire novel? We just don't know. Sheepy: Lio: And then they made a movie... Sheepy: Lio: They had me crushing on the queen... I'm not a fan of the queen... Arsé-kun: a two-cent input from the hallway?: The movie sucked! Sheepy: Lio: It did, it did! They had Lancelot kill me! Scary stuff...!! Arsé-kun: Merlin: ..... Arsé-kun: Merlin: ............ Arsé-kun: Merlin: Hey Lionel? Sheepy: Lio: Uhuh? You know, he cried on me so hard that I came back to life... Hey, Lancelot, if your tears are so strong, why don't you solve world hunger? Arsé-kun: Lot: whot Arsé-kun: Merlin: You know you just missed Bors, right? Sheepy: Lio: Lying is bad. Sheepy: Lio: I would have seen him... Arsé-kun: Merlin: ............... Sheepy: Lio:...No, no I wouldn't! He'd blend in with the walls! Sheepy: Lio: Scary stuff....!!! Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... Pardon us, everyone. Arsé-kun: *Merlin grabs Lio by the back of his collar and just fucking leaves. They're gonna catch up and right on time. Planned event* Sheepy: Lio: Wow~ You actually do look like the walls, Merlin~ Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'll have to paint a hallway or two illegally. I think red would look nice for a children's hospital. Sheepy: Lio: Hah? Ohhh...! Ohh! Like betta fish! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Yeah, sure. Sheepy: Lio: You should paint lots of betta fish, all over the walls... Sheepy: Lio: They're red! Blue! Black! ...What other colors are betta fish... Arsé-kun: Merlin: All of them! Sheepy: Lio: You know what else is every color? Arsé-kun: Merlin: betta fish Sheepy: Lio:...... Sheepy: Lio: I don't know what it's called. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Bors' typewriter, too. Sheepy: Lio: What's a typewriter? Arsé-kun: Merlin: You're about to find out. Sheepy: Lio: Does it eat bugs like the thing I'm thinking of? Arsé-kun: Merlin: That's an anteater. Sheepy: Lio:......No, I think it mainly eats flies. Sheepy: Lio: I saw it on a nature channel once... Arsé-kun: Merlin: A frog?? Sheepy: Lio: It's... And it's got a curly tailthing... Arsé-kun: Merlin: A lizard? Sheepy: Lio: It's every color! All at once! It just chooses which it wants to use... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh! A chameleon! Sheepy: Lio: Is that what it's called? Arsé-kun: Merlin: With the big, funny looking eyes? Arsé-kun: Merlin: That's a chameleon! Here, we have a second. Arsé-kun: *Merlin takes out a marker and just draws a chameleon on the wall. right there. it's permanent marker. he signs it too.* Sheepy: Lio: That's it! That's the thing. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Thanks! My Master taught me how to! Sheepy: Lio: Wow... what a nice guy... Sheepy: Lio: Hey, did Bors go into the walls? Arsé-kun: Merlin: He's close. I can hear him typing from here! Sheepy: Lio: Typing? Sheepy: Lio:........ Sheepy: Lio: Hey, I know about that! Sheepy: Lio: It's done on a compooper! Arsé-kun: *clickity clack clack click cl tshhhhhhhhhhh clickity clack clack cl* Arsé-kun: *Merlin snorts and needs a moment to keep his composure. what an adult.* Sheepy: Lio: Willy uses it. Sheepy: Lio: He goes tap-tap-tap-tap... Sheepy: Lio:.....tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap..... Sheepy: Lio: I don't like it. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Sucks. We're here. Sheepy: Lio: Really, really? We are? Sheepy: *Lio looks in!* Arsé-kun: *The only light in the room is from an rgb set-up and a small lamp. It's not even a computer. Why would you do this.* Sheepy: Lio:....... Sheepy: Lio: *squinting*......... Arsé-kun: ?: ....? *they've noticed and stopped typing. They turn and squint because the hallway is bright* Sheepy: Lio:.....It's a chameleon! Really, a real chameleon! Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... Here. *and he turns the light on. Squinting for everybody except Merlin* Sheepy: Lio:....? Sheepy: Lio:....*head tilt* .... Arsé-kun: ?: ......?? *they tilt their head too* Sheepy: Lio: It's.... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Well, you two have fun! I'm goin' back to my boyfriend! Adios, au revoir! Arsé-kun: ?: You have a WHAT, Berlin?!? *they've stood up from their corner-cushion very quickly* How?? Sheepy: Lio: It's......... Arsé-kun: *Merlin has ignored them and left.* Sheepy: Lio:......*whimper, sob* ...I've been looking and looking and looking.... Sheepy: Lio: B-but it's just walls walls walls walls walls walls Arsé-kun: ?: ... .... ..... *they pause and lean forward, squinting more* ... Lio? Sheepy: Lio: But I was looking really hard, Bors...! I was, I was...! It's just walls!! Arsé-kun: Bors: Lio, that's really you...? Sheepy: Lio: *he nods, still crying* Arsé-kun: *Lio promptly gets tackled by a man that's bigger than he is. Bors PLEASE.* Sheepy: *Lio isn't upset by this! It's Bors! It's really Bors!* Arsé-kun: Bors: I've wondered where you ware! Were! I've missed you!! Sheepy: Lio:....W-why? I'm a bad guy... a bad guy... Arsé-kun: *Merlin, of course, is a liar and is still there, getting fed off good vibes.* Sheepy: Lio: The grail said you hated me because I'm a bad guy... Sheepy: Lio:.....?! So it was wrong...? Arsé-kun: Bors: I'll fight the grail! I'll put it in a wishwas-- Dishwasher! Sheepy: Lio: I worked so hard to get it because I thought you wouldn't like me otherwise, but I couldn't...it made my face all ugly... Arsé-kun: Bors: I don't want that thing..! You don't need it either! It just gets people killed.. Sheepy: Lio:....? Sheepy: Lio:...... Sheepy: Lio: *blank stare* Arsé-kun: Bors: ... I'm not gonna stop you, am I? Sheepy: Lio:...It's bad...? Arsé-kun: Bors: Well, now it is! It got all tainted at some point. It ain't pure anymore. Sheepy: Lio:....?? Sheepy: Lio:....Tainted? Sheepy: Lio:....Is that why it... *He starts working with the bandages on his face, slowly unravelling them* did this? *He's finished removing the bandages* Is this what tainted it...? Arsé-kun: Bors: ?! Arsé-kun: Bors: Yeah... Yeah, somethin' like that... Does that hurt? Sheepy: Lio: Ummm... it feels... Sheepy: Lio:....Eye. Arsé-kun: Bors: I'd imagine! Arsé-kun: Bors: Man, I'm gonna throw hands with a cup. I'll lose, but I'll try! Sheepy: Lio: You don't hate me...? Really? Arsé-kun: Bors: Why would I??? That was one time! Sheepy: Lio: But the grail said... Arsé-kun: Bors: The Grail's a liar and I'm gonna use it as a bucket. Sheepy: Lio:....! Sheepy: *Lio looks shocked! Overjoyed! Oh no, he's crying again* Arsé-kun: Bors: Aw, c'mon! It really took me saying it for you to figure it out? Sheepy: Lio: *He nods before hugging Bors. It's Bors! It's really Bors! And Bors doesn't hate him!* Arsé-kun: *Bors just hugs Lio tightly. Mud be damned.* Sheepy: Lio: I came looking for you... but then... Sheepy: Lio: ....I've been wandering around these halls for two hours...and then I thought I found you... Sheepy: Lio: But it was Merlin... Arsé-kun: Bors: It's like this place is designed to blind you! Sheepy: Lio: I keot walking into them, too... Arsé-kun: Bors: I did that too! They need stuff on the walls, seriously! Sheepy: Lio: Merlin put a chameleon on one. Arsé-kun: Bors: That'll help that wall! Sheepy: Lio: But the others...!! Arsé-kun: Bors: Well, then we're just gonna hit more walls! Sheepy: Lio: If we walk into them all... Then what...? They'll fix it? Sheepy: Lio: Bors, Bors... Sheepy: Lio: I heard something bad is happening... you know, I saw blood all over the floor, but Merlin fixed it.... Sheepy: Lio: When I looked for you, I didn't see anyone. No one until I saw my friend. But my friend hurt Lancelot... I don't know what to believe anymore... Sheepy: Lio: And Lancelot's..... Sheepy: Lio:....Spiky thing. It has a nose, and it's a ball... I saw them in Britain... Sheepy: Lio: But there's two Lancelots.... Maybe the other one is like the one we knew? Pretty hair... Arsé-kun: Bors: He cut his hair?! Sheepy: Lio: He did! It looks bad! Arsé-kun: Bors: Ledgehog, ledgehog~ Sheepy: Lio: Is that what they are? Sheepy: Lio: Ledgehog... Arsé-kun: Bors: Sir Lancelot the Ledgehog~ Sheepy: Lio: If I could find my way back, I'd show you... Arsé-kun: Bors: Well, we know there's a chameleon there now! It can't be too hard! Sheepy: Lio: You're right! Sheepy: Lio: Let's look for the chameleon! Arsé-kun: Bors: Let's go find that hedgehog man! Sheepy: Lio: He's with Tristan! Arsé-kun: Bors: I'm not surprised about that! Arsé-kun: *Bors picks up his cushion and typewriter. Now he's ready* Sheepy: *Lio takes his free hand and starts skipping ahead! Time to go look for Lot! With Bors! Bors!!!* Arsé-kun: *Bors is just happy to be with Lio. He can keep up easily by just walking normally. He's tall, so he's lucky.* Sheepy: Lio: Ahaha! There it is, the blood splatter! I saw that earlier! Arsé-kun: Bors: And that sure is a chameleon on the wall! Sheepy: Lio: Lancelot's gotta be there! It's the Lancelot blood splatter! Arsé-kun: Bors: Oh, here's a merlin flower. This is where I passed you guys, I think? Sheepy: Lio: Were you the guy who said that the movie was trash? Arsé-kun: Bors: I was! The movie was garbage! Sheepy: Lio: Everybody puts me in movies to kill me... Arsé-kun: Bors: Or me. Sometimes both. Sheepy: Lio: It's sad... Sheepy: *Lio bursts back into Romani's office (?)!* Sheepy: Lio: Lancelot, Lancelot! We're back! Arsé-kun: Lot: .... .......... why are you so loud Sheepy: Lio: Bors! Arsé-kun: Bors: Howdy, Ledgehog. I thought he was joking. Arsé-kun: Lot: ...... .......... why. Sheepy: Lio: You look like a prickly thing! Sheepy: Lio: It has... Sheepy: Lio: Nose. Eyes. Arsé-kun: Lot: I was trying to sleep... *he sits up. Disgruntled* Sheepy: Lio: If you were trying, you would be. Arsé-kun: Lot: Can I not be teased for my haircut for ten minutes? Sheepy: Lio: After all, I screamed screamed screamed screamed screamed Sheepy: Lio:....And you never came! Arsé-kun: *Lot just looks dead inside. And also on the outside.* Sheepy: Lio: You're an expert at sleeping! Arsé-kun: Lot: ...... ok. thanks. Arsé-kun: *and lot just lays back down, right against tristan, and tries to go back to sleep. good luck, comrade.* Sheepy: Lio: I saw Galehaut yestetday. Arsé-kun: Lot: .... as did I. Thank you though. Sheepy: Lio: Has he met Mom yet? You know, if you talk to puddles im the rain... she might respond! Arsé-kun: Lot: ... Not yet. I plan on taking him and Tristan with me next time I go visit. Sheepy: Lio: Good, she'll get sad if you don't visit once in a while! Arsé-kun: Lot: You should take Bors before you forget. Sheepy: Lio: Bors doesn't visit often? Arsé-kun: Bors: Not lately! Arsé-kun: *Bors has spotted Bedivere.* Sheepy: Bedi: It's good to see you again, Sir Bors... Sheepy: Bedi: Please do not mind the blood splatters... Arsé-kun: Bors: Bedibere! *he lifts Bedi like a child, which he most certainly isn't* Good to see you! Blood splabbers be damned! Arsé-kun: *brief pause* Arsé-kun: Bors: ... Splatters! Who cares? Sheepy: Bedi: I'm happy to see you in such good health. I was concerned that we wouldn't meet again after the split, but the summoning system has a knack for reuniting lost friends. Sheepy: Bedi:...Although, I must warn you... Sheepy: Bedi: While I may look almost exactly like the Bedivere you know, well... I'm probably not. Arsé-kun: Bors: So? You know me, and I know you. That's close enough. Sheepy: Bedi: Yes, I agree. I just thought I should warn you. Others have found it shocking. Arsé-kun: Bors: Consider it considered and discarded. *he puts Bedi down* Sheepy: Bedi: Everything is the same until the end, after all. Sheepy: Bedi: My journey is just a bit longer than your Bedivere's. So, I may seem a little...stilted. I have been set in my ways after all of these years, I suppose... Arsé-kun: Bors: That's fine too! You'll have to share one day. I'd love to write it down for you. Sheepy: Lio: If you weren't stiff and awkward, wouldn't that make you not Bedi? Sheepy: Bedi: It's a little long, but I would be happy to share it. Arsé-kun: Bors: Neat! Arsé-kun: Bors: Also, is it true that Berlin's got a boyfriend?? He said he did! Sheepy: Bedi: Oh, um... Sheepy: Bedi: I suppose it would be more accurate to say "husband"... Arsé-kun: Bors: Huh! I'll have to congradulate him for having more luck than me! Arsé-kun: Bors: .... (yknow cause I'm single) Sheepy: Bedi: The identity of his husband is, um.... Sheepy: Bedi: Um... It's... Arsé-kun: Merlin: >:3 *he's creeping in behind Bedi, doing nothing to hide his presence* Sheepy: Bedi: Well... um... Arsé-kun: *Merlin scoops up Bedi!* Sheepy: Bedi:?! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Having trouble, babe? Sheepy: Bedi: I-It still feels so strange to tell people...! Sheepy: Bedi: And usually, they react negatively... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Well, that's a whole shame. I don't care. Arsé-kun: Bors: You..? Both? Sheepy: Bedi: Yes... I'm the husband. *He's flustered!* Arsé-kun: Bors: Huh! Congrats, Bebi! Sheepy: Bedi: Thank you. Arsé-kun: Bors: You too, Merlin! Arsé-kun: *Merlin just continues to :3* Sheepy: Bedi: People usually just criticize my choice... Arsé-kun: Bors: I can't judge! It's not my business! Sheepy: Lio: I like Merlin! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I like me too, but I like Bedi more! Sheepy: Lio: It's important to keep your self love around, or you'll be beat up badly if you ever become single! Arsé-kun: Bors: Speaking of single, y'know anyone available? (Cause I'm single) Sheepy: Bedi: Um... Sheepy: Bedi: Well, there's always Gawain. Arsé-kun: Bors: .... Maybe! That'd be up to him! Sheepy: Bedi: Who else... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Hmmm! More importantly, who'd be on the market! Arsé-kun: Bors: I know Barb's available, but he's not the type... Sheepy: Bedi:...Barb? Arsé-kun: Bors: The Harmolt. wait Arsé-kun: Bors: no Sheepy: Bedi:.....?? Sheepy: Bedi: Can you describe him? Arsé-kun: Bors: I promise I didn't mess that up on purpose. Big blue! Mr. Mic at Nite! Lio, help me out. Sheepy: Lio: He's... Sheepy: Lio:....Tall! Sheepy: Bedi:........ Sheepy: Bedi:....Percival...? Arsé-kun: Bors: No, but I've seen him too! Sheepy: Bedi: Yes... Sheepy: Bedi:.....A tall knight. Blue... Sheepy: Bedi: Sir Marhaus? Arsé-kun: Bors: Yes! Sheepy: Tristan: What a man... His skull is like super glue... Sheepy: Tristan:....Did you say you've seen him? Arsé-kun: Bors: Tristan..! I didn't even see you there! Sheepy: Tristan: Nor did I... Arsé-kun: Bors: But yes, I have. He hasn't mentioned you once. Sheepy: Tristan: I see... How sad... Arsé-kun: Bors: Maybe he forgives you! Sheepy: Tristan: After all, it was simply fate that made us clash... A force beyond our control. No hate involved in it. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ...... I ain't gonna stop you. You can sure try. Sheepy: Tristan: I cannot right now. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I see that. Congrats on your upgrade to pillow. Sheepy: Tristan: The most beautiful pillow, of course. Arsé-kun: Bors: I'm almost jealous of Sir Lancelot. Sheepy: Lio: Why? It doesn't look so comfy! Sheepy: Lio: I'd rather use Porksalot as a pillow! Hey, speaking of which, where is Porksalot? He got scared off. Sheepy: Lio: I'd rather use Porksalot as a pillow! Hey, speaking of which, where is Porksalot? He got scared off. Sheepy: Lio: He's a boar! Sheepy: Lio: Oh, none have you have seen him... Sheepy: Lio: He's... ummm... Sheepy: Lio:....Round? Small? Sometimes not small. Arsé-kun: Bors: Just not a little white creature, right? So we can actually see 'im? Arsé-kun: *Speaking of a little white creature, Fou is here and sniffing at Bors' boot. hoo dis* Sheepy: Lio: He's...uhh... Sheepy: Lio:...Brown? But sometimes isn't brown. Sheepy: Lio: Sometimes he's blue and red. Sheepy: Lio: His real name is... ummm... Sheepy: Lio:...Twrch Trwyth? He wanted to be a Servant, but he's not really all too important, so he kinda just took the story of me slaying a totally irrelevant big boar and said "I'll fill that role!"... I guess? That's a theory of mine. But it's hard to ask him if it's right. Arsé-kun: *Bors IMMEDIATELY butchers Twrch's name. Several times, in rapid succession. Only the first was unintentional.* Sheepy: Lio: He's a boar! I don't know anything he actually did, though! Arsé-kun: Merlin: If memory serves, even Fou's done more than him. Arsé-kun: *Tap. taptaptap* Sheepy: Bedi: *He's looking at Fou* Arsé-kun: Fou: Fou! Sheepy: Lio: Bors, did you say that? Arsé-kun: Bors: Huh? Sheepy: Lio: "Fou"? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, the menace arrives. Arsé-kun: *Merlin bends down to pick up Fou. Fou kicks him in the face. The Usual* Sheepy: Lio: Do you have something there? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Yes, la creatura. Arsé-kun: *Merlin picks up Fou by the scruff and displays him in front of a blood splatter. Observe!* Arsé-kun: *Bors has retreated to behind Lionel, as if that would help him any.* Sheepy: Lio: Ooohhhh...! It's a bunny! Arsé-kun: Fou: Fou! Fo fou! Sheepy: Lio: Bunnies are cute and soft...! Sheepy: Bedi: Speaking of rabbits, I just remembered this hysterical story that Sir Tristan loves to tell about.... Oh. Arsé-kun: Bors: Please tell me it's the one where we all got flung off that bridge! Sheepy: Bedi: Oh, well... Sheepy: Bedi: You may have... Sheepy: Bedi: However, I was to go after my King... Arsé-kun: Bors: And we're gonna stop right there, right? Sheepy: Tristan: This reminds me of the time that Sir Bors was nearly decapitated by a rabbit. Arsé-kun: Bors: Sir Tristan!!! Sheepy: Lio:....? Arsé-kun: Bors: We do not speak of that incident! Sheepy: Tristan: Oho. You may not... Arsé-kun: *Bors just buries his face in his hands, and that package into Lionel's shoulder* Sheepy: Lio: Incident? Mmmm... ...With the green outfit, you do look like a veggie! Arsé-kun: Bors: *moaning* My poor dignity..... In shambles... Sheepy: Tristan: You? Dignity? Arsé-kun: Bors: Hoh, don't be like this..! Just because you were great doesn't mean we were all garbage. Arsé-kun: Bors: Anyway, I survived what you didn't, so pipe down! Sheepy: Tristan: Hm? Me? Great? No, no... Sheepy: Tristan: I am no such thing. Arsé-kun: Bors: ... Huh. When'd he lose his ego? Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot has the strength to reject the king and overthrow her when she has shown herself to be entirely inhuman... To protect her people. The people make the king, after all... Sheepy: Bedi: Did he really ever lose it, or did it just become entirely focused on his appearance... Sheepy: Tristan: I, meanwhile...Although my "gift" was to become everything I am not, and to lose everything I am... Arsé-kun: *Bors tilts his head. Confusion* Sheepy: Tristan: I was fully cognizant, but it was like screaming into the void to try to stop my body... my mind... from committing atrocities.... Arsé-kun: Merlin: If even I'm telling you to seek therapy, you probably should! Your vibes are terrible. Sheepy: Tristan: Hm... Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... I got the willies all of a sudden! Maybe we shouldn't have this meeting in the poor Doctor's office? Sheepy: Tristan: Perhaps I should be like Sir Gawain... He forgives himself easily... Oh, I cannot move. I am a pillow right now. A beautiful pillow... Arsé-kun: Bors: Would you like help? I'm willing to as long as you don't talk about that accursed creature again. Sheepy: Tristan: I suppose... Sheepy: Tristan:....I can stay here a while longer. Arsé-kun: Merlin: You want Lancelot to get hurt again? We gotta go, Archer. Sheepy: Tristan: What? Why? Yes, move him. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I can feel the anger from here, and it's not even close by. Something's coming. Don't make the Doc clean up MORE blood! Sheepy: Tristan: .....? Sheepy: Tristan: Hmmm...? Who would ever hate me? Arsé-kun: Bors: Yeah, it's time to go! I've got a pretty good idea who it is, and now ain't the time for it! Arsé-kun: Bors: .... What time is it, again? Sheepy: Lio: I don't know. Sheepy: Tristan: Who is it? Arsé-kun: Bors: Well, if you were listening, I was struggling with his name earlier. Sheepy: Tristan: Marhaus... Arsé-kun: Bors: He... Does not like you. That's an understatement. Sheepy: Tristan: I have done nothing to deserve this hate... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Well, you killed him, for starters. That tends to do it. Sheepy: Tristan: How sad... Sheepy: Tristan: Two strangers, forced to fight... Sheepy: Tristan: They two have no quarrel with one another, but their families... Arsé-kun: Merlin: And both nearly killed on that very same battlefield. It certainly is a tale. Sheepy: Tristan: Hmhmhm... Arsé-kun: Merlin: But sometimes being summoned as a Servant messes things up. It happens. Sheepy: Tristan: This is true. Sheepy: Tristan: I would like to be friends with him... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Then don't let him see your face! Good luck. Sheepy: Tristan:...My face? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Your beautiful face might get you in trouble. Sheepy: Tristan: You overestimate just how old I was when I fought him... Sheepy: Tristan: My face has changed since then. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Since when has that affected Servants? But like I said! Good luck. Sheepy: Tristan: Hm... Sheepy: Lio: Hey, who is Marhaus, anyway? Sheepy: Tristan: I'll try ro speak with him. Arsé-kun: Merlin: He's an old knight. You weren't here yet when he was with the Round. Sheepy: Lio: Wow... Sheepy: Lio: He sounds cool! Arsé-kun: Bors: He's real kind. He's a cool dude. Sheepy: Tristan: I'll wait for him out there. Sheepy: *Tristan exits the room* Arsé-kun: Bors: .... I hope he'll be okay. Sheepy: Bedi: He already died yesterday. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'll give you a spoiler-- He'll live. Sheepy: Bedi: Good. Sheepy: Bedi: But will he want to be alive...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Does he now? Sheepy: Bedi:......Does he? Arsé-kun: Merlin: ..... Well, damn, I walked into that one. Sheepy: Lio: Tristan's a good guy! I like him! Sheepy: Lio: He loves all of us! Arsé-kun: Merlin: That's the nicest thing I've ever heard someone be about him. I'm sure he'd deny it. Sheepy: Lio: It's true. Bleo said so! And Tristan's always been nice to me. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *poorly imitating Tristan* Oh, woe... How dare you say such kind things, when I've committed such terrible acts? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Harp strum, harp strum, pose, end scene. Sheepy: Lio: Well, according to the grail... Sheepy: Lio: All of us have committed terrible acts except for... Sheepy: Lio: Galahad! Percival! And best of all...Bors! *clapping* They're all the coolest! Sheepy: Lio: Although... Arsé-kun: Bors: How am I best?! That doesn't make sense! Sheepy: Lio: Because you're Bors! Sheepy: Lio: But, sometimes I wonder... Sheepy: Lio: Isn't it really all just a popularity contest rather than just how good and kind someone really is? Arsé-kun: Merlin: *being Very Spicy* Galahad regularly committed graverobbing sanctioned by the church. He's as pure as a bucket of well water. Sheepy: Lio: I don't remember Bedi ever doing anything bad. Arsé-kun: Merlin: No, Bedi, that wasn't an invitation to talk about your singular sin. Sheepy: Lio: And you can't really argue that it's that he didn't do adventures that made him stand out, because, well... Sheepy: Lio: Really, isn't Galahad only known for the grail? He didn't do anything before that. Sheepy: Bedi: Well, that sin came after the grail anyway... Arsé-kun: Bors: He gave me the sword of serious acid trips! I've still got that! Sheepy: Lio: But that was during the quest for the grail. Sheepy: Lio: Right? Arsé-kun: Bors: Huh. That's what we're talking about, right? Sheepy: Lio: Uhuh. Arsé-kun: Bors: As long as it was during his lifetime and before the Holy Br- *realizes error, commits to it* -Yeah, the Holy Braille. Sure. Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... And we're not gonna mention the Singularity, that's right off the table. Anyway. Sheepy: Lio: I wonder what actually makes someone worthy of the grail. Sheepy: Lio: It's not virginity... but it's not really goodness, either... Sheepy: Lio: It's not strength.... Arsé-kun: Merlin: It's absolutely not their birthright. Sheepy: Lio:....I bet it just spins the wheel and picks a name! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'd believe that. Honestly, I would. Arsé-kun: Bors: ... That'd be a wild book plot. Gods that only choose champions based on absolutely nothing but RNG? Sheepy: Lio: The Grail told me it hated me because I was supposed to be worthy of it but then I ruined everything. I think it's based on luck! Arsé-kun: Bors: No, shush. This isn't about you. Lemme workshop this idea. Sheepy: Lio: Huh? Sheepy: Lio: Are you doing a Willy Shakes? Are you going to make me sit in the closet? Sheepy: Lio: He made me do that. Some robbers found me. Arsé-kun: Bors: hwat Sheepy: Lio: You don't know Willy Shakes? Sheepy: Lio: He wrote Piglet. Sheepy: Lio: And... Sheepy: Lio: Um... Sheepy: Lio:...He's a playwright. Arsé-kun: Bors: Not that part!! Sheepy: Tristan, outside of the room: Now, Sir Marhaus... Let is talk this out. There is no need to get violent... Sheepy: Tristan: I was hoping to be friends... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: ... Us? Did we not try to kill each other? Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot and I have tried to kill each other many times. Sheepy: Tristan: Now, one could say this is because we didn't recognize the other, but... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: .... Even if I dislike you, I don't have it in me to just attack you in broad daylight. Sheepy: Tristan: You and I had a similar situation... We two were fighting a battle we both felt we had to win. Sheepy: Tristan: However... Sheepy: Tristan: In the end, we were both betrayed by our families... the very people we were fighting for. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: ... Yes. On that, is it true you were given my seat at the table? Sheepy: Tristan: Despite my many attempts to avoid being seated at the table, our king was desperate for someone to fill your seat. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: .... I see. I'll need to have a word with our king one of these days. Sheepy: Tristan: So, yes, it is true. In the end... I was so indebted to Sir Lancelot and his family, and I loved them so dearly, I felt I could not be apart from them... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I cannot condemn that. I suppose it's a bit late, but welcome. Sheepy: Tristan: Thank you. I did my best to fill the void you left... *he strums his harp* How sad that it all ended from jealousy and unrequited love... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: ...? Sheepy: Tristan: Oh, yes... I hope you will not be angry with me for this... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: ... Should I be concerned? Sheepy: Tristan: After our fight, I collapsed and nearly died from your poisoned spear. However, my uncle came up with a little plan... Since we had no cure for the poison in Cornwall, go to your home and get the cure. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: ...... Sheepy: Tristan: The end result was your niece nursing me back to health... but we ended up falling in love. Oh... Iseult... *he strums his harp* My love for her is everlasting... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: ............... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: ........... Well. I didn't see that coming. Sheepy: Tristan:...But my uncle noticed her and forced her to marry him. Ah... but I had not learned my lesson, you know. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Did you kill him, too? Arsé-kun: Bors: (This is going better than I thought it would!) Sheepy: Tristan: Hm? No, he killed me. Backstabbed me and left me to die a sad, slow death. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I see. So you had the same kind of end. Sheepy: Tristan:...After nearly killing me about ten times, putting me in jail, torturing me, driving me to insanity, and causing me to run mad and naked around the forest for a few years. Sheepy: Tristan: Oh, yes. And falsely creating a letter from the pope telling me to go die in the crusades. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Ah. Sheepy: Tristan: No, the lesson I never learned was... Never accept drinks in pretty bottles from anyone! Iseult and I accidentally drank love potions that your sister had intended for Iseult and my uncle! Arsé-kun: Marhaus: ...... My sister did what? Sheepy: Tristan: I watched my step brother die slowly from poison intended for me... My step mother had accidentally poisoned him... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: No, go back! My sister?? Sheepy: Tristan: Hm? Oh, yes, your sister. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: My sister was a witch...? *he seems distressed* Sheepy: Tristan: She kept claiming that I had killed you because it was logically the only way I would have gotten poisoned, but you know, it wasn't Ramtrist who had done it... Anyway, she tried to kill me multiple times with magic and then made love potions so Iseult and my uncle would truly fall in love. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: .... Who in the world is Ramtrist? Sheepy: Tristan: Oh, well, you wouldn't expect me to go to your family and tell them my real name while begging for them to cure me of the worst pain I've ever felt in my entire life. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: .... I mean, I suppose so. Sheepy: Tristan: ...However, looking back on it... Sheepy: Tristan:...How in the world did so many people not notice that I had just flipped my first and second syllables...? Arsé-kun: Marhaus: ... Oh, I see now, so it's..... Sheepy: Tristan:.... Sheepy: Tristan: Well, would you look at the time. *He starts sliding backwards like someone who's on heelies* I suddenly realized that I have a date with Sir Lancelot. Sheepy: Tristan: Oh, yes... If you look hard, Sir Gawain is around... he speaks so positively of you, you know... Sheepy: Tristan: Good day, good day... happy day, happy day! Oh, happy day! Arsé-kun: *Marhaus' spear whizzes past Tristan's head!* Sheepy: Tristan:?! Sheepy: Tristan: *He turns around and starts running* Arsé-kun: Marhaus: TRISTAN! TRISTAAAAN! Sheepy: Tristan: Oh, now, I know of no such man! No such man here! Please look elsewhere! Sheepy: Tristan: After all...! Would such a horrible man have such devilishly good looks?! I doubt it! Arsé-kun: Marhaus, distantly: ▅▅▅▅!! Sheepy: Tristan: Of course... of course...! My name... is none other than...! (Come up with something fast...) ...Bill! (Not that!) Sheepy: Tristan: So please do not chase me and try to stab me with your venomous spear! Arsé-kun: *Marhaus is giving chase, roaring!* Sheepy: Tristan: You know, chasing your friends with murderous intent makes it hard for you to keep friends! Sheepy: Tristan: No windows to jump out of... if only I could just disappear until the threat was gone! Arsé-kun: *Sad threat is closing in!* Sheepy: Tristan:...Oh, wait. Sheepy: Tristan: I can. Sheepy: *...Tristan goes spirit form!* Arsé-kun: *... And Marhaus crashes straight into the wall!* Sheepy: Tristan:...Hm. Well then, if you will excuse me... I am going for that date. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: .... Eh? *he sits up, confused* Um, sure, go ahead..? Sheepy: Tristan: By the way, the infirmary is this way if you're hurt. Sheepy: Tristan: Running full speed into walls is a bad idea. Now, running full speed and jumping off a cliff... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: .... ?! Sheepy: Tristan: Yours truly can survive this... Sheepy: Tristan: And jumping out of windows... because, after all... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I did what now..? Even I know not to do something that silly.. Sheepy: Tristan: I can fly! Sheepy: Tristan: Oh, yes, I watched. *He's now gliding backwards and to Romani's office (?)* Please be more careful in the future. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I think I would remember doing something like that? Sheepy: Tristan: Hm.... Sheepy: Tristan: What is your class? Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Lanc-- No, no, wait. Berserker? I don't know why... I wasn't aggressive in life. Sheepy: Tristan: Oh, well, this explains everything. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: That explains nothing! Arsé-kun: *Marhaus does get up and start following Tristan. Confused math woman face* Sheepy: Tristan: This does explain why you tried to turn me into a shish-kabob. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: But I already said I wasn't mad at you! Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot (Berserker) is the same way. Sheepy: Tristan: Now, wouldn't I be more suited for a berserker? I could run around naked in the forest and nobody would care. Arsé-kun: Bors: ... Where did you get Heelies?! I'm mad jealous! Sheepy: Tristan: Hm? Oh, these. Sheepy: Tristan: I got them for Christmas. Arsé-kun: Bors: Man. I was hoping to find some. Sheepy: Tristan: Hmhmhm... Sheepy: Tristan: Well, ask Merlin. Sheepy: Tristan: After all... Sheepy: Tristan: Merlin gave them to me. How kind of him... I always feel like I'm ice skating... Sheepy: Tristan: I met a very beautiful woman once who had a talent for ice skating... Sheepy: Tristan:...She had beautiful woman vibes, anyway. Arsé-kun: *Marhaus eventually drags himself into the background. Ouch, ouch.* Sheepy: Tristan: Although, after what I did to my eyes, I can't tell you how she looked. Sheepy: Lio: Woahhhh...! Sheepy: Lio: Big! Blue...! Sheepy: Lio: I've always wanted to meet you ever since I learned you existed fifteen minutes ago! Sheepy: Lio: It's Maru-Maru! Arsé-kun: Marhaus: ...? Sheepy: Lio: The Big Blue! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Good afternoon, Sir Marhaus! This is Sir Lionel. Sheepy: Lio: You've definitely heard of my cousin! He's the best Round Table member! Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I can't say. I apparently missed all of the best members. Sheepy: Lio: Huh? Sheepy: Lio:....... Sheepy: Lio: You don't know Lancelot? Arsé-kun: Marhaus: .... The name is familiar, but I never met the man, no. Sheepy: Lio: Wow, Bors... Big Blue doesn't know Lancelot... I thought everyone knew Lancelot... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Well, I know Gawain! I've sparred with him plenty of times! Sheepy: Lio: Gawain? Arsé-kun: *this is a disaster* Sheepy: Lio: I don't really like him that much. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: You can have your own opinion! I can't force you to change that! Sheepy: Lio: He's the reason every bad thing happened after every other bad thing happened... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: That can't be true. Gawain was like a brother to me. Sheepy: Lio: Huh? He's the one who made us all go look for the Grail. Sheepy: Lio: He suggested it. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Okay? Sheepy: Lio: Tons of lives were ruined because of it, people died... Sheepy: Lio: And then later, he pushed Arthur into going to war with France... Sheepy: Lio: He really wanted to kill Lancelot... Really, Bors and I tried to defeat him for a year, but he's too strong for us... Sheepy: Lio: Somebody can be a nice guy while also hurting people with their actions. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Of course. Everyone make poor judgements sometimes. Sheepy: Lio: And I think... causing two countries to go to war with each other because you're mad at one guy is, well... Sheepy: Lio: But I guess if my whole family was killed by one guy, I'd want revenge, too. So despite everything... I guess I can't hate him...? Sheepy: Lio: But you're just as cool looking as I thought you'd be! Arsé-kun: Marhaus: You're too nice.. Sheepy: Lio: No, I'm Lio! I'm a round table member, just like my cousins and brother! Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Are you? *he bends down and lightly pulls on Lio's (clean) cheek* They let in shrimps like you now? Sheepy: Lio: Mom said if I ate my vegetables, I'd grow tall! I never did, but that's okay! Everybody's wrong sometimes. Arsé-kun: *Gareth staring, starry-eyed, at all these new buff men. And also Lionel* Sheepy: Lio: Anyway, I want to be a pretty fish! Pretty pretty~ Sheepy: Lio: Just like how Bedi looks like a sea slug I saw once! Sheepy: Lio: Jorunna Parva! Parva parva! It's also called... sea bunny! Sheepy: Bedi: So many people compare me to a rabbit... Sheepy: Lio: I don't think shrimps are so pretty! They're cute, though! I wanted to get one as a pet, but Willy Shakes said that I'd probably kill it... but I did so much research... Arsé-kun: Bors: Have you not seen those really colorful shrimps? The.... Peacock and Mantis kind? I did a bunch of research for something I was writing! Arsé-kun: Bors: ... But not how to take care of them. Hwat would I need that for? Sheepy: Bedi: ....I can't believe I've been compared to a slug... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Hate to say it, but sometimes you compare when I compliment you! Sheepy: Bedi: Hmmm...? I don't really understand... Sheepy: Bedi: Am I really so slimy...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: ....... Babe. Sheepy: Bedi: ....? Arsé-kun: Merlin: This is what I meant! Sheepy: Bedi: I am not sure I understand... Sheepy: Lio: It's that they're super slow, right? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Ding-ding-ding! We got a winner! *he fingerguns at Lio* Sheepy: Bedi:...Oh, I see. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'm teasing you, babe. You're only slow when I'm complimenting you! You get everythin' else! Sheepy: Bedi: Ah, I understand now! Arsé-kun: *Marhaus looks totally and utterly lost. Because he is.* Sheepy: Lio: I was surprised too! Sheepy: Lio: Merlin's got a significant other who doesn't want to trap him in a tower! Arsé-kun: Marhaus: One of the earliest knights and the court wizard...? I suppose I understand how this happened, but.. Sheepy: Bedi: We... have a very long history. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I figure. Well, congrats and all that! Sheepy: Bedi: Thank you. Sheepy: Bedi: My apologies for adding more confusion to the situation, but.. Sheepy: Bedi: While I look, act, and speak exactly as your Bedivere did... I am most likely not your Bedivere. At least, Sir Percival seemed shocked by my arm. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: ... *he looks down at Bedi's arm* I hadn't even noticed. Also, considering I barely knew you at all, I think we'll be just fine. Sheepy: Bedi: This is true. Sheepy: Bedi: However... If there's any issues with mud, Airgetlam can fix it! Sheepy: Bedi: So please keep me in mind if you have mud issues! Arsé-kun: Marhaus: .... *squinting* Sheepy: Bedi:.....? Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Your arm is named after the Nuada? Sheepy: Bedi: It's named after Nuada's arm because I am too weak of a heroic spirit to be summoned by my own name. Arsé-kun: Merlin: And I thought it was fitting~ Sheepy: Bedi: In reality... it's none other than.... Sheepy: Bedi:....The legendary sword, Excalibur! Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Finally, something I do know of! .. ... Wait, how? Sheepy: Bedi: Lomg after you passed away, a civil war broke out. Sheepy: Bedi: Of King Arthur's army, I was the only survivor. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: ... I'm going to need an entire history lesson to catch up, aren't I? Sheepy: Bedi: My King could only pass on to the afterlife if I were to return the sword. Sheepy: Bedi: Your Bedivere returned it to the Lady of the Lake. Arsé-kun: Merlin: And this one said "Hm, I don't want my King dying!" Arsé-kun: Merlin: Which I respect, but wasn't a good idea. Sheepy: Bedi: I could not imagine life without my King, so I selfishly deprived him of his afterlife... one thing lead to another... Sheepy: Bedi:...It seems that if you do not die a hero, you become a monster... How frightening... Arsé-kun: Merlin: You either die a hero, or see yourself become the villain! Sheepy: Bedi: Things changed after you died. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I'm.. Strangely relieved that I missed what I did, then. I don't think I'd have liked any of it very much. Sheepy: Lio: Wow, so scary~ Sheepy: Lio: If I were a hero, I'd just choose not to be a villain! Arsé-kun: Merlin: You'd think it'd be that simple, but a lot of people don't realize they've slipped into villainy! Sheepy: Lio: Hah? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Humans are complicated, I'll leave it at that! Sheepy: Lio: People don't introspect? They don't think at all about cause and effect? Wow wow wow~ Arsé-kun: Merlin: Common sense isn't as common as you'd think! Sheepy: Lio: Palo-Palo said that I don't have any, but I think it's bad to base your opinions on someone's face. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Palo-Palo? ... Palomides? Sheepy: Lio: Uhuh! He was always getting into fights with Mr. Pillow over there! Sheepy: Lio: Or, well, one sided shouting matches. Meanwhile, Mr. Pillow was like, "Yup, this is friendship~ We're best friends! I love you, Palomides!" basically! Sheepy: Lio: He didn't really like me either for some reason. Arsé-kun: *Marhaus looks to the pillow- Tristan, who has reclaimed his spot as Lot's pillow. Good for him* Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I see. Poor Palomides. Sheepy: Lio: For a while, both were common visitors of Joyous Gard. He became big buddies with Lancelot because Lancelot spared him. Arsé-kun: Bors: And Lancelot's our cousin! He's still so cool.. Sheepy: Lio: Lancelot's the coolest! But don't worry, Bors! You'll always be just as cool to me! Arsé-kun: Bors: I'm as cool as Lancelot...? Sheepy: Lio: Yup! Sheepy: Lio: Hector, meanwhile... Sheepy: Lio: You know, he made me eat a worm once. Sheepy: Lio: I got sick. Arsé-kun: Gareth: Hector was like that?? He was always so nice whenever I saw him! Sheepy: Lio: Well, he may be nice as an adult... Sheepy: Lio: ....Although I heard some bad stories about him. Sheepy: Lio: They were rumors, but rumors have some truth sometimes, right? Sheepy: Lio: I heard he killed a woman's husband so he could marry her... Arsé-kun: *Bors tunes out in favoring of wondering what worms taste like. Do gummi worms taste like worms? He'll have to research that later.* Sheepy: Lio: You know, he's still around, but I don't really have any motivation to go talk to him. I don't care if I was really little... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Implying you aren't now? Sheepy: Lio: I eat my vegetables! Arsé-kun: Merlin: You're a servant!! That's not going to work! Sheepy: Lio:....You mean... Sheepy: Lio: I'm stuck as Early-Lio for the rest of time? Arsé-kun: Merlin: That's how it works sometimes! You better hope you'll get lucky on a later ascension! Sheepy: Lio: But Late-Lio's so much prettier and more gallant looking... Sheepy: Lio: I want to be pretty like Mom... Arsé-kun: *Merlin resists the urge to comment.* Sheepy: Lio: She's strong, too! Arsé-kun: Merlin: She looks like she can lift a car~ Sheepy: Lio: She's so cool! Sheepy: Lio: Merlin, Merlin. How can I be like her? Sheepy: Lio: I want to lfit a car! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'm the last person you should ask about that! She either loves or hates me depending on the day of the week! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Also, you're a Servant, you can already do that! Sheepy: Lio: Huh? I'm level 1. Don't expect much of me. Arsé-kun: Merlin: That doesn't... Sheepy: Lio: I haven't done much that's Servant-y since being summoned. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Well, time to start! If you wanna be such hot shit, lift.... Hmmm. Pick up Bors! Sheepy: Lio: I'm not really sure why Boss summoned me. I love Boss, but aren't Servants supposed to do things? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Sure, sometimes! Sheepy: Lio: Lift Bors? Doesn't that go against the bro code? Arsé-kun: Bors: If I jump into your arms, you'll definitely catch me, right? Sheepy: Lio: I'd catch you, but I can't guarantee that I won't drop you! Arsé-kun: *Bors puts his arm on Lio's shoulders, and then hops into his arms. Catch me bröther* Sheepy: *Lio catches him!* Arsé-kun: Bors: See? Wasn't that easy? Sheepy: Lio: Wow! I'm as strong as Bors! Arsé-kun: Bors: And don't drop me now! The little white creature is back! Arsé-kun: *Fou is sniffing Lio. sneef* Sheepy: Lio: Where? Where is it? Arsé-kun: Bors: Right under me! Sheepy: Lio: It's basically invisible! Sheepy: Lio: Oh, but it's wearing something. Arsé-kun: *Fou hops up onto Bors. Bors stiffens up. He's not happy about this* Arsé-kun: Fou: Fouuu! Sheepy: Lio: It's a bunny! Arsé-kun: *Fou chirps!* Sheepy: Lio: Bunnies... make weird noises. Arsé-kun: Merlin: He's no rabbit! He's closer to a cat than anything! Sheepy: Lio: Really? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Really! Sheepy: Lio: Hmmm... That's good! I've watched Marrok eat rabbits before! Arsé-kun: Fou: Mrrrp?! Sheepy: Lio: It's okay. I doubt he'd eat a cat. Arsé-kun: Bors: It's got awfully long ears for a katty-cat. Sheepy: Lio: Has Merlin ever been wrong? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Not about Fou I haven't! Sheepy: Lio: Well, I guess the Marrok we saw yesterday would eat a Fou. Arsé-kun: *Fou reaches up and lightly paws Lio. No. Bad* Sheepy: Lio: He must be really smart to understand everything I say! Sheepy: Bedi: Is that so...? Is that what I am lacking...? Smarts? Arsé-kun: *Fou turns and stares at Bedi* Arsé-kun: Fou: Fo! Sheepy: Bedi: Oh, yes... now that I think of it... There must be many round table members you don't know, Sir Marhaus. Sheepy: Bedi: Oh, yes, and Fou. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I'm starting to realize that now. That's gonna make our next meeting super uncomfortable.. Sheepy: Bedi: Let's see... of the list we have currently, you'd probably know... Sir Gawain, myself, Lucan, Sir Kay, Griflet, and Sir Agravain. Is there anyone I'm missing...? Arsé-kun: Marhaus: They're all around?? Sheepy: Bedi: The King, of course... And the king, the king, the king-- Yes. Sheepy: Bedi:....Did you know that the identity of Santa is none other than King Arthur...? Arsé-kun: Marhaus: whot Sheepy: Bedi:....Oh, yes, another thing. Sheepy: Bedi: It turns out, the king is actually a woman... But for Lucan, the king is actually a man. Both are present. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Not to mention a second me! She has absolutely no sense of responsibility.. Sheepy: Bedi: And, it seems there's an entirely different universe called the Servantverse where a Mysterious Heroine X comes from. She, too, is our king. Arsé-kun: *Marhaus was excited for about ten seconds. Now he's just processing this info* Sheepy: Bedi: Yes. Despite his insults towards you, Lucan seems to be dating the other Merlin. Arsé-kun: Merlin: How?? I still don't get it? I know I'm bad but she's worse! Sheepy: Bedi: I don't think you're bad. Arsé-kun: Merlin: And I don't think you're stupid! Checkmate, babe! Sheepy: Bedi: Hm? But I barely understand half of what Sir Lionel says, and he implied that smarts is what makes one able to understand him. Arsé-kun: Lot: If it takes smarts, then I'm the dumbest man in this room. *GOOD MORNING FRENCH MAN* Why is everyone still here...? Sheepy: Lio: Hahaha~ My brain's a little fuzzy and mushy from what the Grail did, but if I work really hard, I'll be pure and my brain will harden! Sheepy: Bedi:...Are brains supposed to be hard? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Scientifically? No. Sheepy: Bedi: Ah... Well, for me... I suppose I'm staying here for Lucan...? Arsé-kun: Lot: ... *he just sighs and accepts that this is what his evening is going to be* Sheepy: Lio: Lancelot, Lancelot~ Arsé-kun: Lot: Yes, Lio? Sheepy: Lio: There's a new round table member! Big Blue! Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Is it new if I was there early on? Sheepy: Lio: Huh? Arsé-kun: Marhaus: And is that my name now? Sir Big Blue? Sheepy: Lio: Like a fish! Sheepy: Lio: There's a huuuuuuge fish! Arsé-kun: Bors: doby mick? Sheepy: Lio: Ahahaha? Isn't that the dog from Ooby Sooby Oob? Arsé-kun: Bors: No, that's the whale! You're thinking of boo's coos! Sheepy: Lio: Wow... So Boo's Coos is the one who's always solving mysteries in the Puzzle Truck... Arsé-kun: Lot: ..... ...... *he tugs on tristan's sleeve* Arsé-kun: Bors: ... Wait, no, you were right. Boos coos is the one with the blue dog. Sheepy: Tristan: .........Hmmmm....? Oh, I was not asleep.... Arsé-kun: Lot: .... Who is this? Getting an answer turned into whatever this is. Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Marhaus of the Round Table. He is Iseult's uncle. Arsé-kun: Lot: Ah. I see now, thank you. Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Gawain says that they were like brothers. Arsé-kun: Bors: ---- But was the cat's name Beriwinkle or am I doing the thing again? Arsé-kun: Lot: *thinking* Sheepy: Lio: What kinda cat is named Beriwinkle? Arsé-kun: Bors: One named after it's color! Sheepy: Lio: Isn't that color periwinkle? Arsé-kun: Bors: That! That's it, thank you! Sheepy: Lio: I wanna wear periwinkle~ It's blue~ I wanna be pretty like Mom... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Hark. I hear something. Sheepy: Bedi:....? Arsé-kun: *Very distant, rapid gunfire.* Sheepy: Bedi: ....! Combat! Arsé-kun: Merlin: We'd better relocate! I'm sure the good doctor would kick us out if we stayed any longer anyhow! Sheepy: Bedi: Right! Let's go help! Arsé-kun: *They don't even need to get halfway there to hear what is 100000% Lance and his gattling gun. Gurgling. Another normal day in Chaldea* Sheepy: Bedi: Sir Lancelot? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Undoubtedly. Arsé-kun: Bors: But Sir Lancelot's right here..? Sheepy: Lio: Two, two~ I wonder if there's a second Bors out there? Arsé-kun: Bors: That's the second?? ... Is he okay? Arsé-kun: Lot: Ahaha. No. Sheepy: Tristan: My closest companion.... Sheepy: Tristan: He is of the Berserker class. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: So he's like me? Sheepy: Tristan: Hmhmhm... Sheepy: Tristan: Different. Arsé-kun: *The further they go, the brighter it gets. Marhaus ends up shielding his eyes.* Sheepy: *There's an occasional flicker to the light, too. There's burn marks on some of the walls.* Arsé-kun: Merlin: That's Gawain, a hundred percent getting his ass beat. Sheepy: Bedi: By whom?! Certainly not Sir Lancelot...! Sheepy: MHX: *She pops into view! She's dual wielding Excaliburs!* Arsé-kun: *Lance also skids into view, holding his own Arondight.* Arsé-kun: Lance: ARRRRTTHHHUUUUUUURRRR! Sheepy: MHX: Say your prayers! And then go visit your son or something, you useless dad! Arsé-kun: *Lot takes critical damage just from being in range. ouch* Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Gala... had.... ... Arsé-kun: *Lance snarls and lunges towards her!* Sheepy: *MHX aims to dash past him! She's got a Saber to kill!* Arsé-kun: *Lance drops Arondight and tries to steal one of her Excaliburs!* Sheepy: MHX: All other Sabers must die! I won't let you stop me, you faker! Arsé-kun: Lance: YOUUU... ARRTHUUUR. Arsé-kun: Lance: SABER! Sheepy: MHX: I saved up all that NP% to nuke the Silver Saber over there, you know! I'm not gonna waste it on you if I can help it! Back off, Lancelot! You're a jerk anyway! Arsé-kun: *Lance honestly considers letting her do that. But.... Excalibur.* Sheepy: MHX: You ditched me when I got lost in space, you stupid tin can man! Arsé-kun: Lance: Non! Moi! Sheepy: MHX: You're a jerk! I'm not giving you my sword! This is my Saber slaying sword! Arsé-kun: *Behind all that is Caligula. Rhahhh!* Sheepy: MHX: Go be stinky elsewhere! I pay you too much for you to go and ditch me like that! Jerk! Stupid! I hate you! Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Gaoo! *he keeps trying to get an Excalibur* Sheepy: *Gawain is bleeding in the background and facing off with Caligula. He's not in good shape!* Arsé-kun: *Caligula is going for a 0-hit perfect Gawain win, helped by all the other servants Gawain took down prior.* Sheepy: Gawain: E-Excalibur... *He weakly tosses his sword upwards. He's exhausted!* Arsé-kun: *Caligula spots an opening and jumps towards Gawain, swinging both his fists down!* Sheepy: MHX: Huh? Seriously? Arsé-kun: *Lance also looks* Sheepy: MHX: My kill got stolen... Arsé-kun: Lance: Haaa.. Sheepy: MHX: .........I was gonna look super cool to everyone, too, taking down a max leveled Saber like that... Arsé-kun: Lance: Stuuuupid! Focus! Sheepy: MHX: I'm not stupid! You're stupid! Arsé-kun: Lance: Mercciii! Arsé-kun: *Lance lets go of MHX, and picks Arondight back up. He means to face Caligula, but spots the other gaggle of knights first. And now he's embarrassed.* Arsé-kun: *Caligula, of course, does not care for any of this casual tone and immediately guns for Lance and MHX* Sheepy: Bedi: ....Um, which one has mud...? Caligula? Our king...? Sheepy: Bedi: And Gawain... Poor Gawain... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Caligula's a definite. Our Ki.... Er. MHX just got too excited. Arsé-kun: *Gareth sneaks around the battlefield to get to Gawain. she's here to help* Sheepy: MHX: *She lunges at Caligula!* Light and darkness cross to reveal Sabers! Cataphract Shift! Feel the power of kingship... EXCALIBUR! *...and NP nukes him!* Arsé-kun: *Caligula.... Survives it?! What is this nonsense?!?* Sheepy: MHX:?! Sheepy: MHX: Wh-what's up with this?! Sheepy: MHX:.Oh, yeah, it's a quick NP without the extra damage modifier. Arsé-kun: Caligula: DIANAAA..! *he Imperial Privileges and proceeds to heal a bit* Sheepy: MHX: Of course it's going to hit like a squishy, wet paper towel-- Hey! That's cheating! Arsé-kun: Caligula: NERO! Sheepy: MHX: I'M NOT NERO!!! Arsé-kun: Caligula: NEROOOO! Sheepy: MHX: I'M NOT RED SABER! I'M NOT BLUE SABER! I'M NOT SILVER SABER! I'M THE SABER! Arsé-kun: Lance: .... Assassin. Sheepy: MHX: I'm not an Assassin! I'm a Saber! Get your eyes checked! Sheepy: MHX: I shoot beams! I dual wield swords! Sheepy: MHX: I'm the most Saber Saber to ever Saber! Arsé-kun: Merlin: [Saber: Trait] Sheepy: MHX: See! Sheepy: MHX: Even Merlin agrees! Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Bedivere? Please one shot that roman annoyance. He's ruining the mood. Arsé-kun: Caligula: NEROOOOO Sheepy: *Bedi dashes over and Airgetlams Caligula!* Arsé-kun: *Caligula dies as he does. Immediately.* Sheepy: MHX:...... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Dear MHX, you are aware this isn't your Lancelot, yes? Sheepy: MHX:.......?! Sheepy: MHX: But... it looks just like him... Arsé-kun: Lance: N... Non... Sheepy: MHX: ...This is a test, right?! I'm totally not falling for it! Sheepy: *MHX hugs Lance!* Arsé-kun: Lance: *!!!???!?!??!???!* Arsé-kun: *Lance wants out!* Sheepy: MHX: You jerk! I was worried about you! Sheepy: MHX: Everyone just up and disappeared.... Arsé-kun: Lot: wow he's lucky Sheepy: MHX:....Huh? Sheepy: MHX: *She looks over at Lot* ...... Arsé-kun: Lot: ..... Did I say that aloud? My error. But that would be my brother. Sheepy: MHX:..........No, wait, you're totally him! You've got the sad looking face and everything! Arsé-kun: Lot: Uhm! Tris-- Arsé-kun: Merlin: DON'T. Sheepy: *Lot receives a hug from MHX!* Arsé-kun: Lot: ??? Arsé-kun: Merlin: This is a story of a King.... But nobody is going to listen. It never hurts to try though! *he casts Garden of Avalon. Who needs a proper chant?* Sheepy: MHX: You know, it was super scary, having everyone disappear! Arsé-kun: Lot: I'd assume it would be. *he goes to pat her head. stops.* Sheepy: MHX: Well, actually, I'm pretttyyyyy sure Grif stuck around to bum off of me some more... Arsé-kun: Lot: Don't mention him. The last thing my headache needs is him trying to shill his event. Sheepy: MHX: Event? Sheepy: MHX: Oh, he mentioned that. Sheepy: MHX: "I'm not going to answer any calls for that event. I've got work that needs to be done! Anyway, I need the SQ for reasons, so just list me as a 5* or something and be done with it, okay?" Arsé-kun: Lot: ... Our Griflet was claiming that he'd have Space Griflet show up as a 5*. Seems they agreed on something. Sheepy: MHX: He's a NEET who never leaves his room! At least he fixes tech issues when they happen, but then he just scuttles back to his room and goes back to hacking and standing people up on Tinder! Arsé-kun: Lot: .... That is the least Griflet-like description I have ever been handed in my lifetime. Sheepy: MHX: I saw Earth Grif once! He looks like a brute! Arsé-kun: Marhaus: So that hasn't changed? Sheepy: Bedi: He, um... he's still Griflet.... Sheepy: Bedi:....Everything is an adventure while he's around. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I can't wait. I enjoyed his questing about. Sheepy: Bedi: He dragged Merlin along to go fight lobsters. Arsé-kun: Merlin: It was fun! Aside from all the seaweed. I looked like the Creature from the Black Lagoon! Sheepy: MHX: Yours goes out...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Constantly. Sheepy: MHX:........Why did I get stuck with the bum?! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Fate's cruel! Sheepy: MHX: It IS! Oh, but Kay's exactly the same. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Kay is a universal constant. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: New question! Is this our King from Space? Arsé-kun: *Marhaus bends down for a better look* Sheepy: MHX:....Hey.... Sheepy: MHX: Hey, wait! Sheepy: *MHX grabs Marhaus's cheeks* Sheepy: MHX: *tug tug* No fair that you're wearing his face! Arsé-kun: Marhaus: You might not be the King I know, but I'll certainly accept this. You look about the same age, too.. Sheepy: MHX: I'm still not over you dying! I bawled for weeks, you know... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Don't worry. Neither am I. Arsé-kun: *Bors has split off and sat against a wall to start furiously typing on his typewriter. Idea get?* Sheepy: MHX: When I heard rumors that you were killed off by that mysterious harpist mercenary, I totally wanted to get revenge...! Arsé-kun: Marhaus: .... There too? Sheepy: MHX: Well...! Turns out, no! It was super sad, really! A long story! Arsé-kun: Merlin: MHX, I'm going to warn you ahead of time. Don't say the harpist's name in Berserker's presence. Sheepy: MHX: Eh? Okay. Well.... Turns out, the harpist couldn't bring himself to do it. So they bexame good buddies and went on adventures around space! But then, the harpist's uncle devised a plan to get back his specially trained mercenary... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: So it probably is possible... Sheepy: MHX:...And ended up killing Marhaus! The harpist took the fall! Sheepy: MHX: Actually, the redhead looks like him after he got all depressed about you and stopped eating for a while. Although, maybe that was from Gawain's cooking. Arsé-kun: *Bors has started looking at Lot and Lance, back and forth* Sheepy: *Lio is harassing Lance* Arsé-kun: *Lance is embarrassed and dismayed. He's not cool enough for this* Sheepy: Lio: I named my pet fish after you, Lancelot! Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Wh.. Sheepy: Lio: It's blue. Arsé-kun: Lance: M-merci? Sheepy: Lio: Hey, hey, you feel different. Am I unfamiliar to you? That's alright. I'm Lionel! We grew up together! We're like brothers! But I'm your double cousin. Arsé-kun: Lance: .... .... *if there was any red glowing left, it's gone now* ...Lio? Arsé-kun: Lance: ..... Sorrrrry... I got... Worked up.. Sheepy: Lio: Iiiiit's Lio-Lio! Sheepy: Lio: I knew there would be two! Hey, wait, were you there yesterday? I don't remember much towards the end~ Hey, hey, do you have hedgehog hair, too? Sheepy: *The Nightless Charisma has finally died out. Gawain's alive, but even with Merlin's NP, he's still bleeding from his head* Sheepy: Gawain: ...Oh, Gareth. I was hoping you wouldn't see me in this state... Sheepy: Gawain: I was fighting the servants infected by mud, but as I got down to my final opponent, I was too exhausted to continue... Sheepy: Gawain: I suppose it was stupid of me to attempt it alone... Sheepy: MHX: Stupid's good! According to Grif. "I keep all my things stupid! You know, you can have all the firewalls you want, but your best protection is just not having much to hack. That 'smart' coffee machine may seem cool, buf it'll be your downfall!" Arsé-kun: Gareth: ... You took down multiple other servants?! By yourself?? Arsé-kun: Gareth: Gawain, you're still cool, don't worry! Arsé-kun: *Gareth grabs Gawain's hands and pulls him up! Up, up!* Arsé-kun: Lance: .... I was therre. *he pulls his helmet off, but he's still too worked up. For One's Glory hasn't turned off yet.* Sheepy: Gawain: Ahahaha... it was foolish of me. *he stands with Gareth's help* Sheepy: Lio: Wow... Arsé-kun: Gareth: But you made it this far..! Sheepy: Gawain: So you say, but it seems like Caligula managed to hit an old wound of mine. I'm even seeing ghosts. Sheepy: Gawain:............ Sheepy: Gawain:....Aren't we all ghosts in a way...? Arsé-kun: Gareth: ... Gawain, we can all see ghosts already. Sheepy: Gawain:.....But Marhaus's dead? ....Ouughhhh, my head... It feels like mashed potatoes... Arsé-kun: Gareth: Mashed, bashed, and thrown with no consideration of others? Sheepy: Gawain: Yes... Arsé-kun: *Lance looks back to Gawain. Gives him a thumbs up* Sheepy: Gawain:.......... Sheepy: Gawain:....Wait a moment... Sheepy: Gawain:.....Marhaus? Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Most certainly. I don't regret to inform you that I really am here. Sheepy: Gawain: ?! Arsé-kun: *Marhaus approaches him and lightly pulls on his cheek.* Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Could a ghost do this? Sheepy: Gawain: Marhaus... It's really you... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Good evening, brother. Good work you did. Sheepy: Gawain: If I'd known you were around, I would have come to you sooner! Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I was... Briefly preoccupied before this. You were busy. Sheepy: Tristan: Hmhmhm... Sir Gawain is still alive and well, despite yesterday's events. Sheepy: Gawain: Despite your best efforts! Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Did he do something to you? Sheepy: Gawain: An enemy tried to hit him with a ranged attack. He knew it was coming, but he positioned himself so it would hit me instead. Sheepy: Tristan: You have guts. Arsé-kun: Lot: For a few minutes, he certainly did not. Sheepy: Tristan: He should learn to dodge. Sheepy: Tristan: It was a party evade. Arsé-kun: *In the background, Lance has put his helmet back on and is using his tassels to slowly rappel up the wall. He's gonna get that sword. He's gonna get it. He's gonna leave a bunch of holes in the wall. Get sword* Sheepy: *Lio is watching* Arsé-kun: *Bors has stopped typing to also watch this* Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I should throw something at him, but I expect he'd dodge that too. Sheepy: Gawain: He died right afterwards. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Ah. That makes things easier on my conscience then. Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot.... Arsé-kun: Lot: Hm? Sheepy: Tristan: I am getting the feeling that Sir Marhaus dislikes me... Sheepy: Tristan: I wonder why. Arsé-kun: Lot: I can't imagine why. Sheepy: Tristan: Would you consider me likable? Arsé-kun: Lot: That's a loaded question if I've ever heard one. But of course, Sir Tr-- Uhm. Er. Well, that's awkward. Sheepy: Tristan: I see... Arsé-kun: Lot: no you don't. Sheepy: Tristan: Yes, that's right. Very little... Sheepy: Tristan: It's like Sir Lucan. Sheepy: Tristan: I never wronged him. Arsé-kun: Bors: I'd argue it's different. Sir Lucan was a genuine accident! Arsé-kun: Gareth: Oh, we should move! Sheepy rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1 Sheepy: Gawain: ....What? Why? Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5 Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13 Arsé-kun: Gareth: .... *she just holds her shield up as high as she can* Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20 Sheepy: Gawain: But if there is? I'll protect you from it, Gareth! Arsé-kun: *Gawain, it will be very hard to protect anyone from a still-hot sword when it falls from the ceiling and goes straight through Gareth's shield like a hot sword through butter.* Sheepy: *...And strikes Gawain right in the head. He collapses on the spot. He's bleeding... But hey, now he's a unicorn!* Sheepy: Tristan:.....Hm. Something fell... Arsé-kun: Lance: ...... ................... ........... ......... Arsé-kun: *Lance immediately goes into spirit form. Goodbye. Time to leave, haha, fuck* Arsé-kun: Marhaus: ..... We match now. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: .... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I'm sorry. That wasn't funny. Sheepy: Bedi: He's the luckiest of our group, believe it or not. Arsé-kun: Merlin: That's why he isn't dead! Sheepy: Bedi:....Well, his is much larger, but I can see the similarity. Sheepy: Bedi: Did you always have that...? Sheepy: Bedi: It doesn't look familiar. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Yes, this came from a certain SOMEONE. *he gives Tristan a black glare for a moment* Sheepy: Tristan: Well, don't keep us waiting in suspense. Not everyone is in the loop like Sir Bedivere and you are. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: ... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: You! I'm talking about you! Sheepy: Tristan: Hm? I gave you a gift? I didn't remember that. My younger self was kinder than I remembered.. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: A gift of a SWORD into my SKULL, "KIND SIR". Sheepy: Tristan: It left a nasty scar... How sad... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: And since I still have your gift, may I gift you in return again? Sheepy: Tristan: No. Sheepy: Tristan: It's not my birthday. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Happy unbirthday. Sheepy: Tristan: Speaking of which... this reminds me... Sheepy: Tristan: Let me tell you the tale... of the child of sadness. *harp strum* Arsé-kun: Marhaus: ... ... Sheepy: Tristan: It was the day of my birth. Both of my parents failed to show up. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: If I were any meaner, I would chant your name so that I can run you down. Shut up please. Sheepy: Tristan: Eventually, my father returned from the war... he remarried, and his new wife... my stepmother decided to rid the world of me so her biological son could take the throne. *harp strum* Sheepy: Tristan: However, she accidentally poisoned him instead... Arsé-kun: *Merlin removes Galatine from it's Gawain-shaped sheathe. Luckily the wound cauterized itself.* Sheepy: Tristan: My father was going to burn her at the stake, but I loved her, so I stopped him... and he stopped loving me. Yes... his final gift to me... was her life being spared. How sad...! After that, he threw me away and sent me to live with my uncle, who used me and eventually slew me... That is the story of the child of sadness... Sheepy: Tristan:......... *he puts a hand out* Arsé-kun: *Bors dutifully wrote all this down. It'll be of use eventually* Arsé-kun: *Lot just takes his hand* Sheepy: Tristan: Wow... this is even better than money... Sheepy: Tristan: *he opens his eyes and stares at Marhaus* Sheepy: Tristan:....... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: ....... Sheepy: Tristan: Hm.... Sheepy: Tristan: They really did something with the walls since I last came here. Arsé-kun: Bors: Oh, that's the blood. They'll be white again soon, unfortunately. Sheepy: Tristan: And the blue? Arsé-kun: Bors: That's Marbaus. Sheepy: Tristan: Hm.... He was so still, I couldn't tell... Sheepy: Tristan: I was trying to see what exactly I gave him... but then I remembered... Arsé-kun: *Marhaus concerns himself more with Gawain. eff this* Sheepy: Tristan: I blinded myself. How sad Sheepy: *Gawain isn't moving, still face down on the ground. But there's no sparkles, so he's fine* Sheepy: Tristan: How sad... I was curious about my gift... Arsé-kun: Bors: I think he meant the sword that's still in his head. Sheepy: Tristan: Oh, yes, I remember now. Sheepy: Tristan: A piece of it broke off. I never found it. Sheepy: Tristan: But I never figured out what happened to it. Sheepy: Tristan: So, Sir Marhaus walked off with it? Sheepy: Tristan: Hm.... But I never said he could have it... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I'd love to give it back, trust me. I definitely didn't intend to take this. Sheepy: Tristan: Giving back gifts is rude, Sir Marhaus. Everyone knows this. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Is it? I didn't know that. Sheepy: Tristan: Yes. Sheepy: Bedi: Oh, yes... You're stronger in the night, aren't you, Sir Marhaus? Arsé-kun: Marhaus: That's right. Why? Sheepy: Bedi: There's another knight who shares that trait, in a way... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Oh? I'd love to meet them! Sheepy: Bedi: He's, well... Sheepy: *There's the loud clacking of nails against a slick surface.* Arsé-kun: Merlin: Speak of the devil! Here he comes! Sheepy: *That's a big wolf! He's got a cute bow!* Arsé-kun: *Fou hides behind Bedi's boot!* Sheepy: *The wolf rushes over to the group. So many people!* Sheepy: *The wolf licks Lot's face! It's you!* Arsé-kun: Lot: Ew, okay, yes! Hello, Sir Marrok! Please get down! *pet pet pet* Sheepy: Marrok: *he gets down and heads over to Bedi* Arsé-kun: *Fou puffs up in a show of aggression! This is his! ... It's not even slightly aggressive looking.* Sheepy: Marrok:......? Arsé-kun: Fou: Foof! *tiny baby bark* Sheepy: Bedi: This is Sir Marrok. He's the one I mentioned. Sheepy: Marrok: *head tilt* Arsé-kun: Marhaus: ... Sir Bedivere? This is a wolf. Arsé-kun: *Merlin is recording Fou. So cute..* Sheepy: Bedi: Huh? Half the time, he is. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: My mistake! Sheepy: Bedi: He's a werewolf. Sheepy: *Marrok licks Bedi's face. friend!* Sheepy: Bedi: O-oh... Arsé-kun: *Merlin is immediately jealous that someone else is giving kisses to Bedi. He now agrees with Fou.* Sheepy: Marrok: *he looks over at Merlin. Stare....* Arsé-kun: Merlin: ..... *sigh* Arsé-kun: Merlin: I can't stay mad at you. Hello, Sir Marrok! Sheepy: *...With the power of human thoughts, Marrok swaps back to a human form!* Sheepy: Marrok: I followed your smell, woof! Sheepy: Marrok: Like flowers.... Arsé-kun: Lot: Were you and Gale looking for us? Sheepy: Marrok: We were! Arsé-kun: Lot: Sorry. A lot happened since you two went out earlier. Sheepy: Marrok: Hey, did you see any dead bodies? Sheepy: Marrok: I smelled blood. Arsé-kun: Merlin: We almost had several of those. Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... And then Lucan. Sheepy: Marrok: They're not edible, you know! Sheepy: Marrok: I saw a rabbit earlier, woof... but I knew if I didn't chase it into traffic, I'd have a better chance at a burger... Arsé-kun: Gale: I still don't know why you couldn't just buy them yourself. You have money. Arsé-kun: *Galehaut is here. Galehaut is tired from Marrok wrangling* Sheepy: Marrok: Huh? Arsé-kun: Gale: Money is exchanged for goods and burgers. Sheepy: Marrok: But if I use my purse for selfish things, isn't that bad, woof? Arsé-kun: Gale: ... I don't have a counter argument. Sheepy: Marrok: That's why I use yours! Arsé-kun: Gale: Mine doesn't refill. Sheepy: Marrok:....... Arsé-kun: Gale: .... Please don't run off for more than an hour next time. That's all. Sheepy: Marrok: But I was so happy. Sheepy: Marrok: I was all alone in that dungeon... Sheepy: Marrok: So finally touching grass... Arsé-kun: Merlin: After all that, you deserved grass. Arsé-kun: *Gale sighs and just puts his arms around Lot before faceplanting into his hair. Somehow, he doesn't lose any eyes from this. Lot's just like "oh okay."* Sheepy: Marrok: Why did he break the contract off with me, woof? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, we asked about that! That's the thing- He didn't! Sheepy: Marrok: *head tilt* Arsé-kun: *Bors also tilts his head. whats happ* Sheepy: Marrok: Merlin speaks riddles upon riddles, woof... Arsé-kun: Merlin: No, not at all! Someone else broke it on him! Sheepy: *Tristan has decided to join the hug. Everything's better with Tristan* Arsé-kun: *Lot likes this. This is nice* Sheepy: Marrok:..... Sheepy: Marrok: What a mystery... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Still nope. We know who did it and they're currently on the run. Sheepy: Marrok: Merlin's full of knowledge, woof! Sheepy: Marrok: Who's that? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Fantomas. He's a thief and murderer. Sheepy: Marrok: He is? *he points at Marhaus* Arsé-kun: Marhaus: No. My name is Sir Marhaus. Sheepy: Marrok: Has anyone ever told you that you're tall? Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I've heard that, yes. Sheepy: Marrok: You're still shorter than my best friend, woof! Arsé-kun: Marhaus: That, I haven't heard before. But you'd be right. Sheepy: Marrok: But then... one day...! Everything went black! I don't remember a thing! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Huh. None of it? I could tell you, but I don't think you'd like it much. Sheepy: Marrok: And when I came to... Galehaut was there! I thought I was dreaming... Arsé-kun: *Merlin sits down next to Gawain. hello, here's your sword back* Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'll tell that tale now if you'd like. Sheepy: Gawain: .......Hmmm...? Oh, yes, thank you... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Hmm. *he casts First Aid on Gawain!* There, that's better. Sheepy: Marrok: Wow, the tale of Galehaut's heroism... I must know! Sheepy: Gawain:...Oh, I feel better already. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Galehaut only... Oh, that's spoilers. I'll start at the beginning just for you, Sir Marrok. Sheepy: Marrok: Story time with Merlin, woof! My favorite! Arsé-kun: *Merlin starts telling the story from the beginning. He's sure to explain things clearly for once.* Sheepy: Marrok:.....I was big, huh... Arsé-kun: Merlin: You were massive. I don't think I'd ever seen you so large before! You were bigger than Hessain Lobo, and that's saying something! Sheepy: Marrok: Who? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Lobo, King of Currenpaw. He's about... Oh, I dunno. Six feet tall? Sheepy: Marrok: A wolf larger than me...! Arsé-kun: Merlin: You definitely made him look small back there. Sheepy: Marrok: Was I frightening? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Terrifying. Arsé-kun: *Merlin resumes the story. Dantes stops lurking in favor of visibly lurking and looking at his watch. Several times. thanks avenger but fuck off* Sheepy: Bedi: Ah, the count... Arsé-kun: *Merlin ignores him. He's BUSY.* Sheepy: Marrok:.....I didn't want to cause damage, woof... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Luckily, it was only one wall and a few pillars. And like four stalls. Sheepy: Marrok: Too much damage! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Well, Lionel shouldn't have gone out there. Sheepy: Lio: ? Sheepy: Lio: Boss told me to. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Fair enough. Anyway Sheepy: Marrok: So much happened... Arsé-kun: *Merlin continues on. Dantes takes one look at Tristan being tangled with two other people and decides that's last.* Sheepy: Marrok:....Oh, Sir Marhaus! I'm Sir Marrok. I'm a member of the round table.... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: As was I, but before you. *he looks conflicted. pet dog?* Sheepy: Marrok: I'm a werewolf! Arsé-kun: Marhaus: So you're the other knight that gets stronger after evening. Sheepy: Marrok: I forget everything that happens on full moons, but otherwise... I'm "all about the night life", woof! Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I'm sure I could handle you those nights, don't you worry! Sheepy: Marrok: You could? You're that strong? Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Think of me as the Gawain of the night! Sheepy: Marrok: Sir Gawain is warm, woof! Oh, he smells like blood. Arsé-kun: Gareth: He was fighting muddied servants! He beat up a whole bunch of them himself! Sheepy: Marrok: Mud? That stinky stuff? Arsé-kun: Gareth: Yep! Arsé-kun: Gareth: It wasn't even daytime anymore! That's how strong he is! Sheepy: Gawain: I thought... If I didn't deal with this here, Gareth's around! She might get hurt... Don't worry, I cleaned up every last threat! Arsé-kun: Merlin: In the end, the biggest threat was yourself! Remember to tag someone else in if you get tired, okay? Sheepy: Gawain: Oh, yes... I did it again... Sir Lancelot was right there, but I stubbornly tried to do it all myself. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I suppose it didn't help that dear MHX decided she wanted in. Sheepy: Gawain: I barely noticed her. Sheepy: Gawain: Sir Lancelot took her off my hands fairly quickly. Sheepy: Marrok: Sir Lancelot is strong, woof! Especially his smell this time around. Arsé-kun: Lot: Hm? It wasn't me.. Sheepy: Marrok:....You aren't Sir Lancelot? Arsé-kun: Lot: I am, but I wasn't the one fighting here. Sheepy: Marrok: ....... Sheepy: Marrok: I don't get it, woof.... Arsé-kun: Dantes: He is referring to this. *he's dragging Lance along by the suit collar. Pros, no armor. Cons, Lance hiding his face with his hands.* Sheepy: Marrok: Two Lancelots? Sheepy: Marrok:......*tail wag* Arsé-kun: Lot: That's Berserker. He's moping because he caused a scene earlier by mistake. Sheepy: Marrok: If I moped every time I caused a scene, I would mope all the time, woof! Arsé-kun: *lance just groans. stop being dramatic.* Sheepy: Marrok: Why is he a Berserker? Sheepy: Marrok: I'm a Saber. Arsé-kun: Lot: I'm also a Saber. It's a long story. Sheepy: Marrok: Well, Berserkers are strong against everything... and Sir Lancelot is strong against everything. Arsé-kun: Gareth: Oh! Sir Marrok, do you like car rides? Because Sir Lancelot can do one better! Sheepy: Marrok: I love car rides! Arsé-kun: *Lance quickly stands up and whips around* Sheepy: Marrok: I like watching the wind blow by! Arsé-kun: Lance: Absolutely not! I'm not letting anyone ride with me! The last time I did, the pilot didn't survive! Sheepy: Marrok: So yiu like crashing planes? Arsé-kun: Lance: I would rather not crash it... Sheepy: Marrok: So you accidentally killed the pilot, woof.... I've never been on a plane. Arsé-kun: Lance: I can't even show it off... It wouldn't fit inside. Sheepy: Lio: I've never been in a plane before! Sheepy: Lio: Although, I guess anyone with a sufficient riding level could fly a plane, right? Arsé-kun: Merlin: In theory! Sheepy: Lio: Riding A and up is guaranteed. Arsé-kun: Merlin: The problem here is that you're expecting Berserker to be inside the plane. Sheepy: Lio: Isn't that how you fly a plane? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Normally, yes, unless you're very cool and also Berserker. Sheepy: Lio: So Lancelot! Arsé-kun: Lance: ^^; Sheepy: Gawain: Oh, Sir Marhaus... I missed you. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I missed you too, Sir Gawain. What say we have ourselves a spar once you've recovered? Sheepy: Gawain: Of course. I'm looking forward to it! Sheepy: Tristan: How sad... Sheepy: Tristan: You wish to spar Sir Gawain, but not me. Am I simply unloved? Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Yes. Sheepy: Tristan:......... Sheepy: Tristan: *sob* Sheepy: Tristan: How sad, how sad... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: .... How do you tolerate him? Sheepy: Gawain: Hm? He's a good friend of mine. Sheepy: Gawain: Did he do something you take issue with? Sheepy: Gawain: We three can get overly enthusiastic at times and end up causing problems for people. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: ..... *he pushes his hair aside and gestures to the chunk of metal in his skull* This. Sheepy: Gawain:....? Sheepy: Gawain: He put that in your skull? Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Yes. Sheepy: Gawain: That reminds me that he's always had a habit of giving people brain damage when they fight him... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I not excluded from that list. Sheepy: Gawain: Often, when he went missing, we would just follow the trail of people whose skulls had been bashed in until we found him. Sheepy: Gawain: However... Sheepy: Gawain: It's still shocking to learn that he did this. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: We didn't have much of a choice in fighting. I did get him back, but I know I won't like him no matter what I do. Sheepy: Tristan: Although, if you consider it... Sheepy: Tristan: Servants all come from different times of their life. You fought me just after I became a knight. Now, there have been many years between then and now... Sheepy: Tristan: Furthermore, it's around seven years that one's cells are all replaced with new cells. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: ........ Sheepy: Tristan: So, can you really consider me the person who fought you back then? Arsé-kun: Marhaus: While I keep up being as nice a person as I can, you're testing my limits. Sheepy: Tristan: So you say, but you tried to kill me earlier. Sheepy: Tristan: I have a permanent reminder upon my chest of your actions, just as you have a permanent reminder in your skull of my actions. Sheepy: Tristan: You put me through excruciating pain that made me want to give up and die. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Did I? I don't recall this, but I expect that's why I had rammed into a wall. Sheepy: Tristan: However. I do not hate you. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Nor do I. I'll tolerate you the best I can, and I've already said that it was neither of our faults. Sheepy: Tristan: *he strums his harp* Yes, this reminds me of another man... A good friend of mine... Sheepy: Tristan: I would consider us quite close... Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Palomides... *harp strum* His taste in women was wonderful as well. Arsé-kun: Lance: ..... I don't think he likes you much.. Sheepy: Tristan:....Hm? Sheepy: Tristan: Oh, he has written insulting songs about me, betrayed me, tried to kill me on multiple occasions, and committed underhanded acts with the intent of making me look bad. Sheepy: Tristan: However, that is just Sir Palomides. Sheepy: Tristan: It's not my fault Iseult was looking for musical talent in a man. Arsé-kun: *Marhaus will remember this for later.* Sheepy: Tristan: However, Sir Palomides has something going for him. Sheepy: Tristan: He has never poisoned me. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: You can't say I didn't warn you. Sheepy: Tristan: You never warned me of your poison. I looked at you and assumed you were a chivalrous man. Sheepy: Tristan: Although, when I look at you now... Arsé-kun: *merlin just cha cha real smoothing out the sidelines* Sheepy: *Bedi is gone* Arsé-kun: *Dantes has resumed dragging Lance out of scene. Lance isn't stopping him* Sheepy: Tristan: There's nothing I can say. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: .......... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: *turning back to Gawain* It's rather late for you to be out, isn't it? Sheepy: Gawain: It's actually my bedtime. Sheepy: Gawain: I forgot to have my daily apple today, even. Now how will the doctor feel? Arsé-kun: Marhaus: You'd better eat two! You wouldn't want a doctor getting any closer! Sheepy: Gawain: Ahahaha! Maybe I will! Sheepy: Gawain: I should buy more soon, but the last time I went there, they had the fruit section blocked off with wet floor signs because Sir Griflet was fighting a dragonfruit. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I have to see that next time it happens. Sheepy: Gawain: Oh, yes, do you have a phone? Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I do! Sheepy: Gawain: Right, you should join the knight chat. We keep everyone up to date there. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: Ah, is that how we have meetings now? Sheepy: Gawain: Sometimes. And sometimes we meet up. Sheepy: Gawain: It's faster to use the chat if there's something urgent. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I see, thank you. Sheepy: Gawain: Oh, yes. If you have any issues with it, pinging Merlin for help is your best bet. He's one of the few admins. Sheepy: Gawain: Sir Griflet has privleges, but I've heard that he can't read. Even so, we do on occasion have changes made that Merlin apparently didn't make... Arsé-kun: Gareth: Problem! His name is visible at all times. Sheepy: Gawain:....Right.... Sheepy: Gawain: Sir Lucan has him blocked. Sheepy: Gawain: Maybe Sir Marhaus could do that too... Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I'll probably ask for someone to do that for me. Sheepy: Gawain: I can. Arsé-kun: Marhaus: I'll have you do it in the morning. Sheepy: Gawain: Thank you. It's way past my bed time. Sheepy: *Gawain heads to bed* Arsé-kun: *DAY 28! EVERYBODY GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 28!* Sheepy: *There's a bush. Inside. But that's not really important* Arsé-kun: *a bush and a Merlin. it's fine dw* Sheepy: Bush: ....Ah, I messed up... How do I go back? Can I go back? Do I just restart....? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Yeah, you can. *he just sticks his front half into the bush* Sheepy: Bush: How? I don't see it anywhere here... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Hand me the needle, you gotta unhook and loop this through here.. Sheepy: *The man in the bush... it's Bedi, no surprise there, hands Merlin the needle* Arsé-kun: Merlin: So you do this, and then pull this bit... Do you think I should get my own bush? Sheepy: Bedi: People might think it's strange thay you have your head in a bush. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Good point. Arsé-kun: *a second bush springs up around Merlin's lower half.* Sheepy: Bedi: Now, nobody will notice us. That's the power of bushes! Hide a leaf in a forest. Hide a knight in a bush! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Bedivere, sweetheart. We're indoors. Sheepy: Bedi:......Right. You're right. But that shouldn't affect it, should it? Sheepy: Bedi: How long does a scarf need to be? I want it to keep you very warm... Arsé-kun: Merlin: As long as you want! What matters is that you made it! Sheepy: Bedi: I'll work hard to put all of my heart into it! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Even if it's tiny, knowing that will make it warm regardless! Sheepy: Bedi: Tiny... wouldn't keep anyone but Fou warm, I think. Sheepy: Bedi: What exactly is an alter? Is it representative of how one really is...? Sheepy: Bedi: I suppose this is something I should have thought about sooner, but seeing my altered self weep for Lucan really drove home that we two may not be so different... Arsé-kun: Merlin: It depends! Most are supposed to be those affected by Grail Mud, heightened to their strongest. But many aren't. I'm willing to argue more AREN'T that than ARE. Arsé-kun: Merlin: So they're just what it is. An alternate. Sheepy: Bedi: Oh, yes. I could tell he returned the sword. Sheepy: Bedi: His face told me this. I am not sure how else to put it... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Maybe there is a little bit of a difference.. He seems like he's been through the wringer. Sheepy: Bedi: Yes. And his face is that o someone who has given up. I am afraid, however, that if I'm ever corrupted, I'll become like him... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Doubtful. You've been here a thousand years! A lil mud won't make you quit. Sheepy: Bedi: I suppose so. Sheepy: Bedi: Do you have one? Arsé-kun: Merlin: I can't say the female me is an alter. But somewhere? There probably is. Sheepy: Bedi: You're just Merlin... Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'm the best Merlin! Sheepy: Bedi: I can't say I really know any other Merlins well enough to be a good judge of Merlins... Sheepy: Bedi:...But I'd put a vote in for you anyway, if there ever were a Merlin competition! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'd hope so!! Sheepy: Bedi: The other Round Table members...Well... Sheepy: Bedi:....I'm sure all of the Round Table members will vote the way they feel is right. Arsé-kun: Merlin: So all voting wrong just to spite me. Sheepy: Bedi: I'm sure the other Merlin will face a similar situation. It's just a gut feeling of mine. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Your brother is dating the other one. Sheepy: Bedi: Well, yes... Sheepy: Bedi: But I have a feeling that she causes more trouble. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Yes, but see. It's the round table. And that's a pair of tits. Sheepy: Bedi: I've never had interest in such things. Arsé-kun: Merlin: But they do. Sheepy: Bedi: Well, Sir Gawain would vote against you regardless. Sheepy: Bedi: I've heard that he's perfrctly happy with the idea of ridding you from the equation, so to speak. Arsé-kun: Merlin: What equation? He's not gonna date you, there is no equation. Sheepy: Bedi: He mentioned that you've been useful in the past, but not enough to keep around. Sheepy: Bedi:...Although, that may have been a joke. It's hard to tell sometimes with Sir Gawain. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh well. With how much I tease him, I deserve that. Sheepy: Bedi: Ahahahaha... Worry not, I will be on your side... Ah, I messed up again. Arsé-kun: Merlin: The day you're not on my side's the day I'll fear for my life! Sheepy: Tristan: How sad... A poor little bush has come inside, afraid of the cold... Worry not, little bush. I will water you. Sheepy: *Tristan dunks water om the bush Merlin is in* Arsé-kun: Merlin: ............ Sheepy: Bedi:....... Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he sticks his head out* If you do that again and soak Bedi, I'm legally allowed to send you to God. Sheepy: Tristan: What a rude bush. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Okay, Please do not water Bedivere. Arsé-kun: Merlin: He's doing crochet. Ruin it and I get to bippity-boppity-beat your ass. Sheepy: Tristan: ....Hmhmhm...Do I get on the bad side of a bush...? Sheepy: Tristan: What can a bush do? Arsé-kun: Merlin: I can feel you being mischievous on purpose, Tristan. Quit trolling, I mean it. Fuck with me all you want! Just not Bedi. Sheepy: Tristan: How sad... Arsé-kun: Merlin: You wanna join us? Sheepy: Tristan: I was feeling left out... Sheepy: Tristan: Can I really be included? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Just don't mess with Bedi's crocheting! Sheepy: Tristan: What? Sheepy: Tristan: Oh, yes.... Sheepy: Tristan: Now, in theory, if there were a Merlin competition... I would vote for you. Now, this is just a little idea I came up with myself... please use it with caution. Sheepy: Bedi: It's rude to listen on others' conversation, you know. Sheepy: Tristan: This is my own, original idea... How sad... Are you really accusing me of... what is the word... Sheepy: Tristan:................ Sheepy: Tristan: Eavesdropping. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Not "splendering", like Bors said once? Sheepy: Tristan: Is that a word? Arsé-kun: Merlin: I don't know. Sheepy: Tristan: Hmhmhm.... Arsé-kun: Andersen: *from Bedi's other side* No, it's not a goddamn word. Unless you mean Splendoring, and that's making things lavish and fancy, so not at all eavesdropping! You're how old and don't know simple english? Sheepy: Tristan: You may argue that it is no word... But how many words were actually words when Shakespeare used them? Or when Lewis Carrol used them? Arsé-kun: Andersen: Shakespeare was full of shit. And "Jabberwocky" still means jack goddamn shit. Sheepy: Tristan: Mimsy... Chortle... Snark... Sheepy: Tristan: *He strums his harp* Although... wost of all is none other than... what is his name... Arsé-kun: Andersen: Wagner, that cunt. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Anyway, I'll give you a goddamn snark, shut up. I'm trying to write. Sheepy: Tristan: You know... He fails to mention even once my Round Table status. Sheepy: Tristan: Is this not one of the more important parts of my tale? The growth of character? The realization that Cornwall has no love for me? The journey to self love? Sheepy: Bedi: Could you love yourself any more? Sheepy: Tristan:.............. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Tristan will remember this. Sheepy: Tristan: How sad.... I thought Sir Bedivere loved me... Arsé-kun: Merlin: I think Tristan can love himself more, absolutely! Arsé-kun: Merlin: It's always important to have self-esteem and self-confidence! Sheepy: Bedi: I suppose so. Sheepy: Tristan: I am trying to. Sheepy: Tristan: However, I also have the love of Sir Lancelot and Sir Galehaut, along with the dog. Sheepy: Tristan: So, on the days I find myzelf unable to love myself...I remember them! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Love isn't always romantic, either. Even normal friendship is considered a form of love. Sheepy: Tristan: Of course. I thought Sir Bedivere loved me, but he is always so cruel... Sheepy: Bedi: I never try to be cruel. Sheepy: Tristan: You are a good friend of mine as well, Merlin. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Thank you. I don't hear that as much as you'd think. Sheepy: Tristan: Hmhmhm...Perhaps your friends don't realize just how their seeming lack of concern for you affects you... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Why would they? It's not like I'm good at emoting. Sheepy: Tristan: Hm? I never noticed. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Guess that means I got better at some point. Damn, I'm getting attractive. Sheepy: Bedi: You weren't already...? Sheepy: Bedi:....Ah, I mean, I'm not a good judge of such things. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Still love to hear it! Sheepy: Tristan: Perhaps it's your status that makes it harder for other knights to say such things to you. Sheepy: Tristan: As the court mage, you are indespensible. Your knowledge is great, and you are capable of many things we knights couldn't possibly imagine. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Or maybe I'm just an ass. Sheepy: Tristan: For some, this may cause them to blame you. Fear you. Avoid you. Sheepy: Tristan: Simply... despite your disposition... Sheepy: Tristan:...You're unapproachable to some! *He gives Merlin a Tristan Smile™* Arsé-kun: Merlin: That makes sense. Like how we just don't approach Aggy. Sheepy: Tristan: Yes, exactly. Sheepy: Tristan: However, others' appearances doesn't bother me. Arsé-kun: Merlin: That'd be so noble if you weren't blind. Sheepy: Tristan: That isn't it. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Eh? Sheepy: Tristan: Everything I do, I do beautifully! I gaze upon others...beautifully! I make up for any lack in appearance they have. Oh, yes, I recognize that others are unfortunate and cannot compete with my looks. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Glad to know you're here to back us up when we have bad hair days. Sheepy: Tristan: Of course! Although... There was another beautiful man I knew when I was alive, too. Yes, occasionally I would sneak glances... Arsé-kun: Merlin: We know, Lancelot. Sheepy: Tristan: Hm? Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot... Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot... is that the word I would use to describe him? Sheepy: Tristan: No. There was another that I would always lose to in beauty competitions... although he may not have been aware that such things were happening. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, how could I forget? Bedivere, yes? Sheepy: Bedi:.....? Arsé-kun: Merlin: <3 Sheepy: Bedi: Sorry, what beauty competitions? Sheepy: Bedi: I never signed up for such a thing. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Didn't stop any of us from ranking you first. Arsé-kun: Merlin: 'Cause you're hot. Sheepy: Bedi:....!!! Arsé-kun: *Andersen leans around Bedi to study his face.* Arsé-kun: Andersen: ... Embarrassed, aren't you? Too bad I'm inclined to believe him. For once. Sheepy: Bedi: I, um... Yes. Sheepy: Bedi: Appearance has never been important to me. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Instead, a knight's gotta be courageous, can't be short, has to have skill with weaponry, Sheepy: Tristan: A knight must be kindhearted, strong, over 6'. Sheepy: Bedi:....Um.... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Has to be able to bench twice his weight, Sheepy: Tristan: I could list off all 55 Bedivere Requirements. Sheepy: Bedi: Is that one of them...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, as could I. Who do you think helped write them? Sheepy: Tristan: Hm? You inflicted this upon us? Arsé-kun: Merlin: I kid, I kid! Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... But it SHOULD be. Sheepy: Bedi: I think there's a limit to how far physical strength can get someone. Sheepy: Bedi: It can end up veing detrimental in large enough quantities. People begin to rely on it. Sheepy: Bedi:....A face comes to mind Sheepy: Bedi: But I fear saying his name. It may cause us to be dragged into some horrible adventure. Arsé-kun: Merlin: You think he can find us? In bushes?? You must be joking. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ..... Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'm not gonna look ahead to answer that. I don't wanna know actually. Sheepy: Tristan: Hm? Sir Gawain rarely comes when called. Sheepy: Tristan: As in... Sheepy: Tristan: Saying his name won't magically make him appear... how sad... Sheepy: Tristan: But if he hears you, he will always come. Sheepy: Tristan: Let me think... Arsé-kun: Andersen: Don't do it. I don't want a hulking brute interrupting my heartwrenching novel writing. Sheepy: Tristan: At the best possible rate, there is about a 1.5% chance of him appearing without actually being able to hear you. Arsé-kun: *Merlin takes out a calculator to work this out. for fun* Sheepy: Tristan: However, some servants seem to have inexplicably higher rates despite their rarity. Sheepy: Tristan: For example, Sir Griflet. There seems to be a 90% chance of him appearing when his name is said. Whether it is coincidence or not, there is no way to know for sure. Arsé-kun: Andersen: what the fuck did i just say Sheepy: Tristan: I did not listen. Sheepy: Grif: It is mere coincidence. Sheepy: Tristan: Ahahaha, even he agrees. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Oh, good, I was about to mention you've been here since two. Sheepy: Grif: Kay is mad. Sheepy: Bedi: I never noticed him! Arsé-kun: Andersen: I let him hide in my spot while I was here. Too cramped for you? Sheepy: Bedi: I'm fine. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Not you. Sheepy: Grif: Hah... I have been in tighter spots. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Concerning Sheepy: Grif: Kay is mad... that is more concerning. Arsé-kun: Merlin: What'd ya do? Sheepy: Grif: We were shopping. Sheepy: Grif: Suddenly, I realized I had something else I needed to do. Sheepy: Grif: He is angry that I left him with the responsibilities of shopping once again. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Maybe stop doing that. Sheepy: Grif: When there is evil about, I must fight it. Sheepy: Grif: And, you know.... Sheepy: Grif: The bath goods aisle had the Cursed Body Sponge of Bathington the Great. Sheepy: Grif: I had to dispose of it at once. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Hey, right! Sir Marhaus wanted to know next time you had an adventure. He wanted to come. Sheepy: Grif:.......... Sheepy: Grif: Hm? Sheepy: Grif: Sir Marhaus rings a bell. But where? How? What a mystery... Arsé-kun: Merlin: You weren't there (for once)! He's the big blue-haired guy. Sheepy: Grif: Oh, yes, the next adventure will be soon. Soon. Sheepy: Grif: Call it Berserker senses. Sheepy: Grif: Yes, I remember him vaguely. He disappeared one day. It was rude of him. Arsé-kun: Merlin: He got slain. It was unfortunate. Sheepy: Tristan: He took a piece of my sword with him. Sheepy: Grif: Hmm.....Hmmmm.... Sheepy: Grif: He can be a tank. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Two Berserkers isn't a rounded party. Sheepy: Grif: Hm? They're strong against everything other than Foreigners. When woukd we ever face a Foreigner? Arsé-kun: Merlin: I mean, that's fair. Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Sheepy: Grif: You're the healer. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I can't always join you. Sheepy: Grif: What? What will I do for healing without you? Arsé-kun: Merlin: You got healing items, right? Sheepy: Grif: It's a waste of a turn usually. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Healing is a waste of MY turn! Sheepy: Grif: What is your STR? Arsé-kun: Merlin: B! That's pretty good for a caster! Sheepy: Grif: Consider the following situation. Arsé-kun: Merlin: You getting robbed in broad daylight? I can see it. Sheepy: Grif: What? Arsé-kun: Angra: *hands on Grif's bag* You ain't usin' these, right? Sheepy: Grif: I am. Arsé-kun: Angra: Well, I'm bored and also evil, sooooooooooo.... I already know I'm gonna die! Come get me, big hero man! Arsé-kun: *Angra takes Grif's bag and runs* Sheepy: Grif:..........? Sheepy: Grif: I understand.... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, would you look at that. You've been robbed Sheepy: Grif: He's the new healer. Arsé-kun: Merlin: He dies in two hits. Sheepy: Grif: Hm... Arsé-kun: Andersen: Didn't you have that weird orb? Sheepy: Grif:....! He kidnapped Dad! Arsé-kun: Andersen: *deadpan* Go get'em, champ. Sheepy: Grif: *He stands up and starts chasing after Angra* Arsé-kun: Andersen: And he's gone. Thank God. Sheepy: Tristan: How sad.... Arsé-kun: Merlin: How's it comin' along, Bedi? Sheepy: Bedi: Ah, I think well... maybe...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Look's good to me! Just do me one favor? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Don't lean back. You'll get impaled. Sheepy: Bedi:....What? Arsé-kun: Merlin: We've gained a spiky thorn bush in this hallway. Sheepy: Bedi: Oh... I see... Sheepy: Bedi: Something about what he said gives me a bad feeling... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Which part? He said a lot of trash. Sheepy: Bedi: Him feeling that there'll be another quest soon. Sheepy: Bedi: Also, it feels that he may have jinxed us...perhaps. Sheepy: Bedi: However, hopefully that's just a meaningless feeling! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I doubt it. Something's always happening. Sheepy: Bedi: This is true. Sheepy: Tristan: We always come out on top in the end.... Worry not. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Can't argue that. Sheepy: Tristan: Unless, of course... Sheepy: Tristan:...The enemy is an Archer! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Throw a Cu at it. Problem solved. Sheepy: Tristan: The Round Table Club has a great weakness to Archers. Now, you may be wondering who is part of this club... Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot! The club's self declared best boy and leader of the bunch! Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Gawain! His sunny disposition and bright smile bring in a lot of fans! Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Bedivere! The straight man! Arsé-kun: Merlin: We can assure you he's only straight in the comedic way. Sheepy: Tristan: And last but not least...! Myself! Sir Tristan, the beautiful, talented, and brainy one! Some say that I may secretly be the brains behind the outfit! Sheepy: Tristan: We spend every vacation together, you know. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Yeah, and leaving poor old me on the sidelines! Sheepy: Tristan: You... well, you are always busy scheming. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I am not! Sheepy: Tristan: I suppose we have room for a fifth. Sheepy: Tristan:..... Sheepy: Tristan: However... Sheepy: Tristan: It is difficult to decide if we should bring you in. Here is the issue.... Sheepy: Tristan: Currently, we have... how to put it... Sheepy: Tristan: A synergy. Yes... A fifth could add new spice...but a fifth could also ruin everything... Arsé-kun: Merlin: It's not like I'm new here!! Sheepy: Tristan: But you have not seen the Vacation Knights at work. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I have. Several times. Sheepy: Tristan: Also, you have to pay all your own medical bills. Sheepy: Tristan: How sad.... Arsé-kun: Merlin: And hello? I'm a healer. Who needs hospital bills? Sheepy: Tristan: We will not pay you compensation for the brain damage you receive from Airgetlam hitting you squarely in the back of your head when you cause problems. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I already get that!!! Sheepy: Tristan: So, you receive the punishment, but not the vacation... Sheepy: Tristan: I will consider your application... Sheepy: Tristan: Now that I think of it.... Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Bedivere never joined us when we went to Vegas. Sheepy: Tristan: So, I suppose you could at least be a fill-in for when he abandons us. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oho, I bet you wonder where he was. >:3c Sheepy: Tristan: I do. I missed him. Sheepy: Bedi: My apologies... Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'm gonna tell him. Sheepy: Bedi: I suppose it's only right to tell him. I never told them that I wouod not be accompanying them. Arsé-kun: Merlin: He was mostly hiding in my bathroom because of the Lion King being present. Even if she WAS just Lancer Artoria with ears and not actually the Lion King still. She had a lion. Sheepy: Bedi:......? Sheepy: Bedi: Her face is difficult for me to bear. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I know, she looked startlingly similar, but I promise it was due to the Ruler class. Sheepy: Bedi:....I see..... Sheepy: Tristan: I have no love for her either. Arsé-kun: Merlin: You just wanted to wear three pairs of goggles again. Sheepy: Tristan:...... Sheepy: Tristan: No, although I do look fashionable... Arsé-kun: Merlin: You certainly looked good, I'll give you that. Sheepy: Tristan: Of course... I always do. Arsé-kun: Merlin: True again! Sheepy: Tristan: However... her voice strikes a cord with me. Simply, "this is the king who lacked a human heart." Sheepy: Tristan: While I regret these words... For her, I must stand by them. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Kick her ass, Archer. Sheepy: Tristan: So... Sheepy: Tristan: To be forced to wear what was effectively a gift once more was, well... Hm... Sheepy: Bedi: My apologies... if I had known of this, I would have bashed your skull in.... Sheepy: Tristan:.......... Arsé-kun: Merlin: ............ Sheepy: Bedi:.....That would have gotten rid of it, right? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Well, that would have avoided what actually happened. Sheepy: Bedi: Did they cause problems? Sheepy: Tristan: We just worked in a casino. We attracted in fans and showed off our beautiful muscles to them. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Less than usual. Poor Lancelot had to face off against Gareth. It didn't go well. Sheepy: Tristan: They assaulted me with married women. Arsé-kun: Merlin: You enjoyed it, don't lie. Sheepy: Tristan:....Oh, they were so beautiful.... I imagine. Sheepy: Tristan: After all, being married is a beautiful thing. Thus, being a married woman makes you a beautiful woman... Sheepy: Tristan: Oh, yes, back in Cornwall, I was having an ongoing affair with a married woman. For some reason, her husband became angry. Eventually, she ended up with Sir Lamorak, from what I recall. Sheepy: Bedi:...... Sheepy: Tristan: She was beautiful.... Arsé-kun: Merlin: ........ Sheepy: Tristan: You know, we were a trio. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Disgusting. Enough out of you. Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot, Sir Lamorak, and myself. The married woman loving trio! All of us died from loving married women, though. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Gawain regularly made out with married men and women. As a job. Sheepy: Tristan: But is that love? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Ask him, not me. Sheepy: Tristan: Have you loved a married woman, Merlin? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Sure, I've done some questionable stuff before settling down. Arsé-kun: Merlin: But unlike you, I have an excuse. Sheepy: Tristan: Ahahaha.... Sheepy: Tristan: Is an excuse needed? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Wait. No, you had an excuse for Isolde. And nothing else. Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot had an excuse too. Sheepy: Tristan:...His good looks! Arsé-kun: *Andersen smacks Tristan with his tome. Stop. Enough* Sheepy: *There's the smell of something burning...* Arsé-kun: Merlin: Bedi.... Sheepy: Bedi:......Ahahaha, I see, I see. So, that's how it is. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Babe, you're giving our spot away. Sheepy: Bedi:.....Ah? Arsé-kun: Merlin: And the crochet might catch fire.. Sheepy: Bedi:.....! *he starts patting Airgetlam. he's trying to put it out now* Arsé-kun: *Merlin takes the crochet WIP into safety.* Sheepy: Tristan: Is Sir Lancelot cooking? Arsé-kun: Merlin: That'd be Bedi. Sheepy: Tristan: Usually, his cooking smells so much better. Arsé-kun: Merlin: As a general rule, Bedivere doesn't cook himself. Sheepy: Tristan: What? Then who does? I feel lied to... Arsé-kun: Andersen: Poor phrasing. Sir Bedivere does not usually cook parts of his own body. Sheepy: Tristan: Hm...Most people don't.... Sheepy: Tristan: I suppose, however something like a dragon would. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Babe, congrats on being an exception! *overexcited tv show host voice* How's it feel? Sheepy: Tristan: After all, the fire passes through its throat, right? So its throat must already be cooked. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I Arsé-kun: Merlin: I mean? Arsé-kun: Merlin: You're not WRONG... Sheepy: Bedi: Um... Well, I don't have much feeling in the area that's burning, so it really doesn't. Arsé-kun: Merlin: The one time I'm glad you don't. Arsé-kun: Merlin: wait Arsé-kun: Merlin: Kay cooks himself by that definition. Sheepy: Tristan: Who else...? Sheepy: Tristan: A phoenix is a roast turkey, basically. Arsé-kun: Merlin: But infinitely. Sheepy: Tristan: You know.... Sheepy: Tristan: On a hot summer day, breakfast is simple. Sheepy: Tristan: Take an egg. Crack it on Airgetlam. Take bacon. Put it on Airgetlam. Arsé-kun: *merlin inapp joke here* Sheepy: Bedi: Please don't do that again. Arsé-kun: Merlin: It's not efficient or neat. Don't bother. Sheepy: Tristan: It made me realize something. Sheepy: Tristan:....Airgetlam would be even more deadly during the summer....! Sheepy: Tristan: I must take care not to have it mysteriously slip into the back of my skull! Sheepy: Tristan: It does more than the amount of HP I have! Despite class disadvantage. Sheepy: Bedi: Would I do that....? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Certainly Sheepy: Bedi: Hm... I should work on that... It's generally not intentional. It's like sneezing. Arsé-kun: Andersen: You commit acts of violence that unintentionally? Do you need to go to a mental hospital? Sheepy: Bedi: No. It's quite intentional. Round Table knights like them don't listen to anything else. Sheepy: Bedi: However, what I don't intend is to turn on my arm when I hit them... Sheepy: Bedi:...Although, sometimes when they're being unbearable enough, it's quite intentional. Sheepy: Bedi: If we were alive, I would never do such things. I would simply shout into the void, knowing my cries will never be heard.... Sheepy: Bedi: But, of course, I make sure to set up defense buffs for them all before I communicate with them that snooping on bathing women is not acceptable. Sheepy: Bedi:....Nor is harassing women on the beach. Sheepy: Tristan:..At this point, suddenly having defense buffs is a message in of itself... Sheepy: Tristan: I have noticed, by the way, that his Noble Phantasm has gotten a buff... Arsé-kun: Merlin: So you noticed! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I was afraid the effort went to waste! Sheepy: Tristan: It's hard not to. Arsé-kun: Merlin: It hits harder without causing extra heat! We're still working on reducing the overall spread of heat, but it's coming along well! Sheepy: Tristan: How sad... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Why's that sad?? Sheepy: Tristan:.....I am often the target. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Maybe don't act naughty. Sheepy: Tristan: I am just like this. Arsé-kun: Merlin: So was I. You can learn, I believe in you. Sheepy: Tristan:....But did you "learn", or did you just change your behavior around him as to not offend? Arsé-kun: Merlin: ......... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Listen, if I hadn't changed anything, I'd've been on you like... Sheepy: Tristan:.....Hm... Arsé-kun: Merlin: ...... Not that I'm against the concept or anything. Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... Wait, no. Sir Lancelot would put me on a pike. Nevermind. Sheepy: Tristan: Well, there is another other than Sir Lancelot... ... how did this information spread so quickly? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Why wouldn't I know this? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Thanks for confirming it, Sir Tristan! Sheepy: Tristan: You... knew...? *harp strum* ..... Sheepy: Tristan:.....Have I no mysteries to make me attractive and interesting....? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Hi, guy that can read and eat emotions here, presented with dudes who clearly love each other. Gee whiz. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Maybe for everyone else! I'm special. Sheepy: Tristan: Hmhmhm.... Arsé-kun: Andersen: yeah you are special. shut up Sheepy: Tristan: You knkw... speaking of Sir Galehaut... Sheepy: Tristan: I wonder why he has headaches so often. Sheepy: Tristan: Could it be.... Sheepy: Tristan:.....He's allergic to wolf dander? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Then we'd have known about it before. Sheepy: Tristan: Well, that was my only idea. Arsé-kun: Merlin: See, that's something I don't actually know! I'd have to watch him. Sheepy: Tristan: Hm.... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Fou once told me dogs can be allergic to other dogs. I never researched this but I believe him. Sheepy: Tristan: .....Fou can speak? Arsé-kun: Merlin: *ahem* Fou! Sheepy: Tristan:....Isn't Fou a cat anyway? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Well, technically... Sheepy: Bedi: I hear he came from a pig. Sheepy: Bedi: Maybe he's just a very fuzzy pig. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I've told you before. Sheepy: Bedi:....*head tilt*......Did you? Sheepy: Bedi: My applogies... it slipped my mind.... Sheepy: Tristan:.....Hm.... It's metallic behind me... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Eh, that's okay! I'll tell you again later! Sheepy: Bedi: Thank you. I appreciate it. Arsé-kun: Andersen: Maybe it's a spike to impale yourself on, Archer. Sheepy: Tristan:....Hm. Let us see if this is correct. Sheepy: *Tristan starts leaning back while strumming his harp* Arsé-kun: Lance: A? Arsé-kun: *grif gets into shit in the background* Arsé-kun: *Lance turns around to look at Tristan* Arsé-kun: Lance: Ah. You. Sheepy: Tristan: We were discussing you.... in a way. Arsé-kun: Lance: mmmmhm. Arsé-kun: *in the Servantverse, Space Kay is taking Drastic Measures involving Cardboard Frames and Otome Words to get Space Griflet's attention. This has NO bearing on the actual plot.* Arsé-kun: Merlin: I just felt a disturbance in the force, like a Kay somewhere admitted something personal. Sheepy: Bedi: How nice...! Kay is being honest! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Maybe we'll get to see that here one day. In your lifetime. Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot... we could potentially have a slot... It all depends on the council... Sheepy: Bedi: I hope so. Arsé-kun: Lance: .... I'm not on it either, Tristan. Sheepy: Tristan: Hm? You could be. Arsé-kun: Lance: ....... Rrrrrather not. Sheepy: Tristan: You do not wish to go on vacafion with us? I see... Arsé-kun: Lance: ... I mean... I do, but.. Sheepy: Tristan: It is a bonding experience! Sheepy: Tristan: We flirt with people for fun abd then Sir Bedivere threatens us! What fun! Arsé-kun: Lance: ..... I'd rrrrrrrrrrratherrr not. Sheepy: Bedi: It pleases me to see you all full of such spirit... Except when you make it other people's problems... Sheepy: Bedi: Ah, yes, Sir Lancelot... On one of our little adventures, I found a shooting range. It seemed like something you would enjoy. Arsé-kun: Lance: !! Sheepy: Bedi: I found learning how to use a new weapon to be enjoyable. Sheepy: Bedi: Perhaps we can go to a shooting range together sometime. Arsé-kun: Lance: Aa! *he pumps his fists. lancelot approves!* Sheepy: Tristan: How sad that my closest companion has little interest in my hobbies... Sheepy: Bedi: Your hobby is to bother others. Sheepy: Tristan:...... Sheepy: Tristan: Hm.... Is that so... Sheepy: Tristan: Sir Lancelot... If you ask the king nicely, she might even give you a shirt! Oh, yes, that's the KOTR club look! She gave us all shirts as souvenirs. ... Although, Sir Bedivere... Sheepy: Tristan:...Hoodies are much more expensive than shirts... Perhaps that wasn't a gift from the king? Or is it favoritism...? How sad... On top of that, Chaldea even made him a costume... *he strums his harp* ...Perhaps butlers are popular? Maybe I should try the butler act. Sheepy: Bedi: My apologies... I will try not to stand out so much in the future...

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[assbuttyourlife]

When We Were Young - Chapter Twenty-Eight

Pairing : Misha/OFC

Warnings : Language, Fire, trauma, PTSD, family members death (including child), therapy, flashbacks (not in every chapter), injuries, cheating. Sexual content. Violence. Non Con/Threats of rape. Long fic. Angst, fluff, Smut. Mention of suicide.

Words : 6344

Summary : After her grandmother’s funeral, Lily must return to the place she lived in when she was young and has to confront the ghosts of her past. She will run into an old friend that she thought was lost forever.

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CHAPTER 28 - Confrontation

Mr Adams' farm was situated a few feet away across the road, hidden from the Hagen's property, which was perfect for Lily who didn't want to go back to her house without confronting the old man first.

His property was smaller, but she would have to cross his fields before she could reach his house.

He was surely old and retired now, but his business was obviously still running: the fields were full of vegetables, the fruit trees were well kept and the corn fields were all ready to grow through next season. She also could hear the horses in the stables, and on her way she crossed path with a few working farmers that she didn't know.

She had no idea if he was here, or what she would find inside of his house, what she would say, how he would react seeing her after all those years, no idea if he was still healthy enough to remember everything he did (or didn't do), but she was determined to at least try to hear him out.

She was walking through the corn field when she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket for what appeared to be the hundredth time. She wasn't surprised to see Misha's name lightening her screen, but she didn't pick up.

Katie and David tried to reach her too, probably because Misha asked them where she was and why she wouldn't answer, but she didn't want to talk to anybody except for Mr Adams, at least for now. They would all have to wait.

When she heard the ringtone signifying she had another voicemail, she sighed but didn't stop walking, not bothering listening to it. She knew it was Misha being all worried and warning her she should be reasonable and call him. She didn't need this right now. She was actually tired of listening to him.

She was still mad he lied to her. Actually she was doubting everyone since she found out the truth. Dr Dorville, her psychiatrist, for example… did she know? Did she play with Lily the whole time? The corrupted doctor who took care of her at the hospital recommended Lily to Dr Dorville at the time… did he explain the whole case to her or did he lie even more?

And her grandmother… She wondered how much she knew. She signed all the medical records and she was already by her side when she woke up at the hospital. She knew everything that happened that night so she must’ve talked to someone first… Never in her life had she thought she would once doubt her own family, but here she was, drowning in her confusion.

She wondered what her mother would think now if she could see her. Would she be proud of her for getting justice? She liked thinking it was indeed the case.

Maybe she was with her right now... maybe she was guiding her steps and pushing her to do this...

She wasn't sure of anything, but she knew she would not be at peace and she couldn't live with herself until she spoke to Mr Adams. Just talk...

Her heart was pounding when she stepped on his porch, and she had to take a deep breath before pressing his doorbell.

She almost ran away when the door opened, but she didn't and came face to face with a young woman she didn't know.

“Hello. May I help you?” the woman offered politely.

She must've been in her thirties.

“Um... yes I... I'm looking for Mr Adams. Is he here?”

“He's resting. Maybe I can leave him a message?”

“Thank you but I would actually prefer talking to him. I'm... I'm an old friend. I knew him well when I was young and I just wanted to say hi since I'm in the neighborhood for a few days.”

“Oh, I see. Well maybe you can come back later? He always rests after lunch, you should be able to-”

“ PENNY WHO'S HERE? ”

Lily's heart stopped when she heard the old man grunting with his raspy voice. He sounded rude, but he must legitimately not have been very pleased to be woken up by the doorbell.

“Well aren't you a lucky one... please come in, I'll go get him.”

“Thanks.”

Lily stepped inside of the house and followed Penny to the living room where she offered her to sit on the sofa.

The house was well kept but still very rustic and dark, giving Lily a very uncomfortable feeling, and it smelled like alcohol and medicine which didn't reassure her a bit.

Penny reappeared a few minutes later, pushing Mr Adams in his wheelchair, and Lily could’ve sworn her heart stopped beating for a little while.

She was excited but terrified and mad at the same time.

Penny settled Mr Adams across the coffee table facing Lily but he didn’t look at her right away, he was too busy smiling at the young woman taking care of him.

“I’ll bring your coffee in just a minute. Can I get you anything to drink, Misses?”

Oh geez, Misses??? How old did she think Lily was exactly?

“Just a glass of water, thank you.” she politely replied.

She actually needed the water badly, she was so nervous her mouth was dry.

Mr Adams finally looked at his visitor and frowned, studying her face closely.

“You look just like your mother, Lily. Delight for my eyes.” he announced with a surprisingly sweet and sad voice. “Except for that red hair of course...”

So… He remembered. That was a good start.

She was determined not to show any emotion and stay strong. She didn’t even thank him.

“I see I don’t need to introduce myself. I’ll take that as a compliment.” she nodded with a weak smile.

“It is one. What brings you back here?”

Straight to the point… he didn't even try to pretend he thought she was dead…

“You don’t look too surprised to see me, considering...”

“Why would I be? My son told me he saw you at your property a few years ago. I’m surprised you didn’t show up at my house earlier to be honest, especially when he told me you were with Misha.”

So he knew that they knew at least a part of his plotting.

“Yes, we wanted to see what was left of the house.”

She didn’t want to dive into the drama right away.

“I thought you were here to finally sell the place.”

Of course he did… the tension in the room became thicker and thicker.

“No. I didn’t want to rush things at the time. I needed to think about it first.”

“And? Did Misha succeed making you feel guilty if you sold it?”

Lily cleared her throat and rubbed her moist palms against her jeans before taking a sip of water. She didn’t like his tone at all.

“It’s my decision, not his, he knows that. It’s officially for sale now though.”

Mr Adams chuckled and took the cup of coffee from Penny’s hand.

“Right… don’t tell me you’re here to sell it to me now, I’m too old for this and your mother’s gone so what’s the point anyway?”

“No, um… I’m here for answers actually.”

Mr Adam's eyes sparkled when she said that. She could’ve sworn he wanted to have that conversation for a long time.

“About?”

Lily side-eyed Penny who was listening to their conversation from the armchair near the fireplace, but she didn’t move and nodded at the old man. She understood there was no way their talk could be private.

“About what you did in 1990.”

He was just like stone… showing no emotion, not moving a finger, but he still had that disturbing sparkle in his eyes.

“And what do you think I did in 1990? Or should I say… What did Misha tell you I did?”

Would it be like that? Would he still blame Misha and his family for everything?

And more importantly… was he in fact right to do so?

“Why do you think Misha has to do anything with this? He doesn't even know I’m here.”

“Hah!” he chuckled. “Come on… You think I don’t know he’d been putting his nose in your business? He went everywhere in town to interview people. I’m not completely stupid, and I know he still has influence on you. I don’t know what he’s trying to do but I’m pretty sure he’s searching for trouble… as always. But tell me Lily... I know he's married now, and from what I've heard you were not the bride... how come you still hang out with him?”

He must've been upset his plan to separate them failed, and to be honest, Lily felt something close to satisfaction knowing he screwed up with that part of the story.

“I understand your surprise, Sir... someone in town was very determined to spread the rumor we all died in the fire. Call it a miracle or... destiny, who knows?”

The old farmer chuckles sarcastically. “My poor child, you're so delusional. He got you good, huh?”

Lily started to feel anger rising in her chest and that wasn’t good because she didn't know how long she could contain herself.

“Why? Why do you hate him that much? Why do you hate Rebecca? Why did you twist the truth to make them disappear? I don’t understand.”

Mr Adams gave her his best fat laugh. It almost scared Lily.

“See? They still have influence on you. You’re blind and clueless, little girl. He will destroy what’s left of your family… which is your properties first… and then you. You have nothing else left anyway. And by the way who said I did anything?”

She clenched her teeth and tried to stay calm.

“You’re not answering my questions.” she firmly pointed.

“And I won’t. You’re accusing me with no proof, just because your dumb teen crush told you what he wanted you to believe so he would look like the hero. Be careful Lily, I warned your mother back then, I’ll say it to you too: when the Krushnics will have what they want from you, they will destroy you just like they destroyed Mary. And they’re half way done already from what I can see.”

What was that supposed to mean? She clenched her teeth and her nostrils flared. He was infuriating.

She had some proof though...

“I found the letters you sent to my mom.”

“And? Did it burst your little bubble? I truly loved your mother, Lily, and if Rebecca hadn't been here, I'm certain she would still be alive today, and we'd probably be happy together. If someone's responsible for your family's death, it's not me. Look somewhere else.”

Lily's eyes widened a little and she clenched on her glass.

No... Rebecca would never hurt her mother... It was not possible... or was it?

When he saw her reaction, Mr Adams laughed so hard that it made him cough and Penny immediately stood up to help him.

Lily could feel the sting in her eyes, but she fought with herself not to show him how she felt.

“Look at you! You should’ve talked to her at least before coming to me, sweetheart… there are probably a million things she didn’t share with you… same for Misha.”

Ugh! He called her 'sweetheart' and her stomach twisted. She hated it!

“You’re searching in the wrong place. I won’t tell you more. I loved and respected your mother enough to warn her, she didn’t listen. You’re exactly like her… But I still owe her to protect you too. Run Lily, run far away from that hippie family as fast as you can and never look back. That's all I can do for you today.”

God she was even more confused than before she came here and she had zero information, just more doubts!

“I need to rest now if you don’t mind… Penny?”

“Wait! You can't just-”

“I'm too old for this, I can do whatever the hell I want. If you decide to not listen to me, that's your problem, not mine. I'm done.”

He nodded at his caretaker and she stood up immediately, bringing the old man and his answers away from Lily.

***

She woke up early the next morning, all sweaty and panting from the nightmare she just had.

It was the same nightmare she always had, even years after the 1990 events. She hadn't dreamed about that for something like a decade, but it came back that night after she spoke to Mr Adams.

She was locked outside her burning house and all she could hear were the screams of her family and Misha dying inside, calling her name. She could do nothing except screaming back at them and as hard as she was trying to get inside of the house, she had never been able to.

She had to take deep breaths and study the room she was in before realizing where she was. She forgot she was still in Litchfield, staying at the same hotel she shared with Misha when they came here together a couple years ago.

She got out of the bed to go take a shower and went downstairs at the restaurant after hearing the atrocious noises her stomach made. She was so disturbed and so tired yesterday that she didn’t even think about eating something.

She checked her phone quickly while eating her pancakes and wasn’t surprised to see the dozens of missed calls/voicemails/texts she received from Katie and Misha. She didn’t read everything, she knew it was just full of where are you? and why aren’t you answering your damn phone?

It was time to clear her mind now, so she decided to go to Brooke Park to take a long walk in the nature, just like she used to do with her grandfather.

She took her time and walked the whole morning. It was so peaceful, which was exactly what she needed to think.

Problem was, she still didn’t know what to think about that messed up story. She was still as lost as when she left Seattle, if not more.

She wanted to trust Misha and his family because her mother did so she felt like it was the right thing to do… but what if her mother was wrong after all? They hid very important information from her, about her own family. They had no right to do that, it wasn’t something easy to ignore. Plus she was pretty sure they still knew things she didn’t and the simple fact that they weren’t speaking was enough to make her angry. She was supposed to know everything that happened, it was her life, her past, her family.

Maybe she would just have to take a step back from them after all... including Misha.

But she loved them so much...

And then there was Mr Adams who clearly loved her mother, and hated Rebecca and Misha for some obscure reasons. But then again... did he know something she didn't? Was there a darker side in Rebecca's life that she didn't know about because they hid it to her her whole life?

She sat on a bench without thinking where she was, she was just tired of walking after a while, but when she looked up to observe the nature around her, she saw she was sitting on the exact same bench she was with Misha when she won the bike race, right before they had to run to the hospital for his appendectomy. She smiled weakly and slowly shook her head remembering that story.

“I knew I'd find you here.”

Lily didn't even look at him, she closed her eyes and sighed deeply. Of course he flew here... of course he found her... of course he had to insist.

Misha sat next to her and waited, crossing his arms but not saying anything. He seemed calm and in peace with himself... exactly the opposite of Lily.

“You're very quiet for someone who keeps calling and texting.” she sarcastically pointed out.

“Yeah... I kinda figured you didn't want to talk. But do you have the slightest idea about how worried I was?”

Huh... maybe it was just a facade then, he sounded actually worried. But... worried about what? Her flying away from him without a word or... her finding out the truth?

She scoffed. “I'm a big girl now, Misha.”

“You may be an adult, yeah... but you're acting like a child. I was worried sick, Lily! You could've at least told Katie where you were going so I would stop imagining the worst when I was actually supposed to work!” he raised his voice a little, unable to contain and hide his anger anymore. “And if you came here to talk to Mr Adams, I suppose you're not as smart as I thought either... especially when you promised me you wouldn't.”

She turned to look at him, narrowing her eyes. He looked pained and... furious now. All the muscles in his face were tensed, his jaw clenched, his eyes dark. The hint of sadness reappeared in his gaze too...

“Why? Are you afraid about what I could've learned?”

She saw him clench his teeth even stronger, obviously filtering his next words in his head to avoid saying something he would regret.

“You mean about me or my family? No, Lily... I'm not afraid, you already know everything you need to.”

“Oh... and who decides what I need to know about my own family then? You? Because that's exactly what you did.” she spat venomously.

Misha rubbed his face and sighed in his hands.

“Have you been to his house yet? Have you talked to him?”

“What difference does it make?” she was looking everywhere but in his direction.

He was slowly starting to be tired of her little game, she was not answering him and she was clearly distrustful right now, but he needed her to talk. He needed to know what was going on in her head.

“Why don't you just answer the question? Or better... why don't you tell me what you think I did, or what you think I'm responsible for... it will be faster that way.”

She puffed and looked down at her shoes.

“I don't know what to think anymore, Misha. You lied to me. Everybody lied to me pretty much my entire life. I don't know who to trust anymore. It's that simple. I thought I knew you, I thought I knew everything about your family, I thought I knew my mom, my grandmother... and it turns out I was wrong.” her voice was shaky as she was on the edge of tears.

Misha didn't reply, still leaning on the bench with his arms crossed.

“I did talk to Mr Adams.” she confessed, still without looking at him.

“Was it helpful?”

“No... he didn't say much. I just realized he really hates you and your mom. He didn't clearly say why though, and I have to admit I'm a bit curious.”

Misha uncrossed his arms and bent over a little so he could see her face, but she was still avoiding his gaze.

“We were living for free in the huge farm he wanted to buy, and your mother trusted us more than him despite his love for her... that's why.” he laughed bitterly shaking his head.

“Is that it?” she was a little surprised... she didn't know someone could hate people and be that mean for such a lame reason.

Misha lolled his head “Well... I wasn't exactly the neighbor of the year, especially when Darius was involved but... does it justify what he did?”

She didn't answer because she didn't know what to say. Mr Adams never admitted he started that fire in 1990.

Misha immediately understood why she was so silent.

“Of course... that's only my word, right? And you don't trust me anymore. You know... I've been mistrusted my whole childhood, and disliked later, everybody was judging me on my lifestyle and not for who I was, but I never thought you'd be one of those people. I thought you knew who I really am.”

She closed her eyes, ashamed of herself. If her grandfather was here right now, he probably would be ashamed of her too, that's the exact opposite of what he had taught her. But still, she couldn't help the awful feeling he betrayed her and was still hiding things from her.

“So what now, huh? What's going to happen for us?” Misha sighed shakily, visibly scared of what she would reply now.

Lily shut her eyes tight. “I don't know... I... I think I need to step back from all of this for a while or I'll end up crazy.” she swallowed the huge lump forming in her throat, not believing what she was about to say to the man she loved more than anything.

That was exactly what Misha didn't want to hear, and he had trouble keeping a straight face, tears threatening to fall already.

“Is that really what you want?” He almost whispered. If he had talked louder, he probably would've broken down in front of her.

But if it was deeply what she needed, he would stand down too, but not without fighting first.

“Yes... I have to, I'm sorry.” tears poured down her face when she opened her eyes, but she was totally unable to look at him when she said that. She needed to go, but she still loved him, and it still hurt.

Misha wiped the tears from his face quickly.

“Have you gone to the farm yet?” he suddenly asked with a determined voice.

She looked at him with a puzzled look, surprised by the sudden change of conversation.

“Uh... No. I didn't plan to, But-”

He stood up fast, stepped in front of her and offered his hand to her. “Can I show you something? If you wanna go after that, I'll let you go. Promise.”

She frowned, looking at his hand waiting for her.

“What now?” she sighed.

“Please. It won't be long.”

She looked around her hesitant but finally accepted his hand and stood up.

She owed him that at least.

***

In the car, she tried to ask him why he was taking her to the farm, but Misha stayed quiet or replied vaguely. He just said she needed her to see something before taking her final decision.

Oddly, it didn't comfort her at all, it just meant she was right: he was indeed hiding more from her. She was a little scared about what she would find there, and why Misha was being so secretive about all of this.

He stopped the rental car at the end of the road as usual and waited for her to make a move.

“I don't understand what we're doing here” she admitted. “I thought our last trip was the end of all of this.”

Misha looked outside, following the main path with a sad look.

“Yeah... for you maybe. I just want to show you something. After that, it will be over and we won't come back, if that's what you want, but you have to see it first.”

And just like that, she was even more terrified!

She sighed. “Okay, fine... Let's get this over with.”

She went out of the car and Misha led her to the main path. They walked in silence, side by side, and when Lily finally found the strength to look around her instead of staring at her shoes, they were already at the cross path between the pond and the cottage. She could've sworn something had changed since the last time she was here, and she had a very weird feeling but she couldn't put her finger on it.

She didn't say anything at first, but when they arrived at the orchard, she couldn't hide her feelings.

“Hey! Do you see that? It looks like it's been weeded... last time we were here it was a terrible mess!”

Misha simply smiled. “Yes. It's been weeded. Keep walking.”

He kept walking even if Lily stopped to study the area. He didn't sound surprised, which was not good, and she had to run to catch up with him to ask him why.

“Hey! Why do you run like that? What's going on here? Who came here to weed the orchard? Is is Mr Adams?”

Of course Misha didn't answer. “Keep walking, Lily.”

She stopped and crossed her arms. “I'm not taking another step until you tell me what the fuck is going on with MY fucking property!”

She was so angry and so tired of all his lies and secrets, she would have answers, and he would answer now!

Misha stopped and turned around to look at her.

“You and your attitude...” he sighed. “Do I have to carry you? You won't believe me if I tell you everything now, so you keep walking or I'll take care of it.”

He stared at her with an insisting and very intimidating, (but still extremely sexy) dark look in his eyes.

“And don't even think about running away, I run faster, you have no chance.”

Lily scoffed.

“Asshole.” she quietly mumbled when she resigned to walk again.

“You'll pay for that.” Misha warned.

 Oh... he heard.

He playfully slapped her butt when she walked passed him.

“Did you just-”

“Walk!” he laughed. What was with this place making him so... childish!?

She walked so fast for the rest of the way that she was panting when they arrived in front of the main house where Misha finally stopped.

“Will you at least look at it?” he noticed Lily was looking everywhere but the house. She was currently bending over to catch her breath. He knew she was terrified but insisted anyway.

She rolled her eyes, slowly straightening to take a look at her former home.

“Really this is getting ridic-”

She couldn't talk anymore, the air escaped her lungs too fast when she saw her old house completely restored.

Nothing was burnt anymore, everything was clean and painted, the tower was rebuilt, nothing was broken, and the landscape was perfectly tended outside.

It felt like she stepped back in 1990.

“What the... Mi-” she swallowed his name, unable to talk more.

“Alright... don't be mad at me before I explain everything, deal?”

“YOU DID THIS???” she screamed, her eyes popping out of her head.

“Lily... you're being mad at me.” he fairly pointed out.

Actually she didn't know if she was mad, angry, sad, confused, scared, nostalgic or grateful at that moment. She was a walking wreck of emotions.

“I'm... I... Misha what...” she sighed in defeat. Trying to form a sentence was useless right now.

Misha took her hand and realized how shaky she was.

“No, I didn't do this... Well at least not alone. Can we sit a moment?” he offered and sat on the wooden bench near the main entrance.

She followed him and was grateful to sit because she wasn't sure her legs could hold her any longer. When she sat facing the house, the tears ran down her face without her being able to control them, but she tried to sniffle them back.

“I... I really was upset about you planning to sell this place so I talked to my mom and Sasha and they were surprised I wasn't the first one thinking about buying the place. I have to admit it didn't even cross my mind, I don't know why... probably because it will always be yours to me.”

“You... you bought it?”

He chuckled weakly “No, not really. I asked my fans for help actually... Random Acts bought it with their help, and some of them are working with the volunteers to rebuild it. It's not done yet, but they've done a great job so far, don't you think?”

So that's why she had no idea who made the offer a few months earlier...

“Why didn't you tell me?”

“Because I knew you wouldn't be happy about it until you see the house completely done. It was originally planned for next spring, I wanted to show it to you for your next birthday. It would've also given me more time to find the answers we're still seeking.”

She shook her head and wiped the tears from her face with the back of her sleeve.

“I never signed any papers allowing this...” she raised an accusatory eyebrow toward him.

“Yeah um... I know but you were about to and you were not supposed to see it now so...”

“So you tricked me.” she finished his sentence harshly.

“If that's the way you wanna see it...”

She closed her eyes and shook her head before looking back at her house.

“Misha... you live at the opposite of the continent, what will you do with such a huge property?”

“That's the good part actually” he smiled tenderly. “One of the volunteers working for Random Acts, Lucy, has a project, she wants to create a shelter home for kids and teens. My mom wanna help too. It's the perfect place, Lily... they can work on the farm and live here until they're old enough to start a life on their own.”

She thought about it for a moment and she had to admit it was theoretically really not a bad idea. It actually even felt way better than selling it.

“I told her we would have to wait for your consent of course, but I actually love the idea. This place was everything to me and my brother when we were teens, I guess it would make a huge difference for other young people in need too.”

“I... I don't know what to say.”

He took her hand.

“Don't say anything then... Do you want to look inside? A few rooms are ready, not everything though, but we can definitely visit.”

She looked at him and couldn't turn her gaze away from him all of a sudden.

“I can't believe you did this...” she whispered.

He didn't know if she was happy, sad or mad at that moment.

“Well... I knew you wouldn't do it, but I also know selling the place doesn't feel right to you.”

She never talked about that with him, nobody knew she hated the idea of selling... he just knew her too well, and at that moment she felt like her heart exploded with love for this man, swiping all the secrets he kept from her.

Misha stood up and led her to the front door.

“Uh... do you have the key?” he asked a little embarrassed, scratching the back of his head.

“What? You fucking bought the place, you should have the key!”

“Yes, I should... except Lucy has all the keys and nobody's working here this week because we're waiting for some materials' delivery... and since I left Vancouver in a hurry to find you without planning to show you all of this, I didn't take my keys.”

Her face suddenly fell and her eyes popped out.

“Aren't you supposed to film right now???”

“I am... but like I said... I was fucking worried.”

He left the Supernatural set during filming to jump in a plane to find her??? He was probably in trouble because of her...

“I'm sorry...” she whispered and covered her mouth with her hand.

“It's fine, don't worry. But I'll have to go back tomorrow or they'll probably kill Cas for good this time.” he laughed.

Lily chuckled nervously, opened her purse and handed him the key. He opened the door but didn't step in.

“After you.” he offered.

She looked inside and her heart was pounding so hard she thought everybody could hear it in America at least. She stopped in the entry, shocked by what she was looking at.

The wooden stairs were rebuilt and all clean, the high sculpture of two dogs was proudly decorating the room, the same exact paintings were hanging on the dark yellow walls, the old suitcases were still waiting under the stairs, the steel vase was on the small table in the archway except there was no flower in it... everything was exactly like it was in 1990.

“Holy shit...”

“I wanted it to look like I remembered it.”

She didn't say more, she slowly walked further to the kitchen. The white counters, the double stove, the huge silver fridge, the marble center counter with the big pots under, the books, the bar with the view to the backyard, the stools... everything was here!

“Misha how... how did you do that? It looks exactly how we left it!”

“Lots of people and patience, very determined fans, good cleaning tools... and a bit of money does help.” he chuckled. “the breakfast room and Ryan's bedroom are not ready yet though.”

Ryan... God if Ryan could see this... if he could still run inside the house, sliding on the long marble halls laughing his ass off...

“There is something I want you to see.”

Lily chuckled “Something else you mean.”

Misha smiled and took her hand to guide her up the tower stairs. Those same stairs that completely burnt and collapsed trapping her mother while she tried to save her children. It even cracked the same way when they stepped on it.

They arrived in the tower, in front of what was her old bedroom. It smelled like fresh paint and fresh wood though.

“They can do whatever they want with the other rooms, but I wanted to do this one myself...”

He pushed the door open before her and she completely broke down crying as soon as she stepped inside.

Of course he had to rebuilt it the exact same way, with the same bed,the same patchwork blanket laying on it, the white sheets, the light garland that made it look like little fireflies, even the dream-catcher she made with her grandfather was hanging on the wall among the pictures of her family.

“Oh my God...” she whispered shakily.

Misha walked right behind her and wrapped his arms around Lily, burying his face in her neck. She raised a hand and placed it on his arm around her when she felt his warm tears running down her skin, so she turned around and hugged him tight.

“Since that fucking night in 1990 I hoped I could come back in this room with you and I knew it wasn't possible... until I ran into you at the airport and you told me you still owned the place. I had to do this, and I had to be here with you at least one last time to say fuck to fate. Now you can decide whatever you want, you can do whatever you want, my impossible dream came true, I'll be okay now.”

Lily sobbed in his arms, holding tight on his chest, unable to speak.

“I can say fuck to Mr Adams at the same time... because he definitely tried to stop me and that's one more reason for him to hate me, but I don't care.”

He pulled away from her just a bit to study her reaction. They chuckled at the same time when they both saw their wet faces.

“Are you mad?”

Lily scoffed “I'm not certain I can define my emotions right now. Look at that! I feel like I'm sixteen again, but without the drama. I just... I can't believe you did this.” she was just amazed and shocked.

“There is absolutely nothing I wouldn't do for you, Miss Hagen, you should know that.”

He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, leaned his head and softly kissed her lips, savoring every second of it. It's been a whole week since they haven't been that close to each other, and Lily had to admit it felt incredibly good to feel him close.

They pulled away but Lily couldn't open her eyes.

“So this is it. Now if you still want to go without me, I will respect your decision, even if I really don't want to.” he swallowed the lump in his throat.

She opened her teary eyes and stepped away from him, walking toward the window to look outside absentmindedly. The view from her room was stunning, she could see the woods and as it was high, she could even see the orchard. It was a very strange sensation to be here after so long, she was forty years old but felt like she was still a teenager inside. The only thing that was missing were her mom and Ryan.

And just like that, she remembered why she came here in the first place, and that someone was responsible for her family's death, Mr Adam's words resonating in her head.

"He will destroy what's left of your family, which are your properties first... and then you."

Silence became thick and heavy in Lily's old bedroom. Misha didn't dare talking nor moving, too afraid of what she would say next. He just stood there, facing her back and trying to contain his nervousness while she was looking outside.

It was time to make her decision. Sometimes it's easy, and sometimes doing the right thing hurts like a bitch.

This time she knew exactly what the right thing to do was.

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