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couchiscomfy · 4 years

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Love UnholyC Day 1

Day 1: Night of the Crows

Prologue ~Good morning, Master.~

Who is it? (Nothing)

… I’ve been awake for a while now. (Nothing)

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Okay, you can delete it. See if I care.--> Game Over <--

No! I’m sorry T^T (Nothing)

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I want to eat fried fish! (Nothing)

Same as always. (Nothing)

Fried goose please (Nothing)

Prologue ~William’s Rage~

What is with those crows? (Nothing)

Did I almost get myself killed just now? (Nothing)

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I am—? (Nothing)

Is that a good thing? (Nothing)

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What! Why?! (Nothing)

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I want to talk to you a bit more! (Nothing)

Alright! I’m going to go play now! (Nothing)

Prologue ~Strange Letter, Strange People (Visual Novel)~

How rude of you to enter a lady’s room so abruptly! (Nothing)

Oh? William, you’re here? (Nothing)

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Are you trying to have a peek into your master’s letter? (Nothing)

Go ahead. (Nothing)

Who is Dorian Gray? (Nothing)

What’s with that look? (Nothing)

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If this Dorian Gray is as great as you say he is, maybe we should? (Nothing)

If it’s for my own good, we’ll do as the letter says! (Nothing)

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Alright! So it begins! (Nothing)

Huh? I’m going to go alone? (Nothing)

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Why are you staring at me? (Nothing)

(Avoids eye contact) (Nothing)

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No, it wasn’t (Nothing)

Yeah, it’s my voice. (Nothing)

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Very sensual, filled with lust—! It was amazing! (Nothing)

I felt an aura similar to mine. (Nothing)

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—Mir. (Nothing)

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Aren’t you being too impulsive? (Nothing)

Uh—thank you—?! (Nothing)

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That’s because I haven’t gone through with my coming-of-age-ceremony. (Nothing).

I’ll have you know that I’m extremely dangerous? (Nothing)

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Yeah, I can. (Nothing)

That’s a bit greedy of you— (Nothing)

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Alright, I will. (Nothing)

I feel like I’ve got the shorter end of the stick— (Nothing)

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Are you guys okay? (Nothing)

Maybe you all can take a step back now— (Nothing)

00:11 ~Welcome! Welcome!~

I’m awake (Hi)

No—I’m so sleepy— (Nothing)

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An important practice? (Hi)

You should always sleep! (Nothing)

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You’re very healthy, aren’t you? (Nothing)

I loved it as well— (Hi)

2:22 ~Thought you would struggle to sleep~

How did you know? (Leo)

Zzz— (Nothing)

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You must really be tired T T (Leo)

Isn’t it good to be popular (Nothing)

Ah— correct answer (Nothing)

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I am a bit disoriented— (Nothing)

I will get used to it (Leo)

5:33 ~Excuse me for a late “Hello”~

Good morning (Sol)

Isn’t this a bit too early? T^T (Nothing)

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Is that advice for my own sake? (Nothing)

Are you saying that for their sake? (Sol)

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You’re going already? (Nothing)

Alright, thanks! (Sol)

8:23 ~Today’s Cat~

?? (Nothing)

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Thank you for inviting me to the group chat hehe (Hi)

Lol this is a lot to take in! (Nothing)

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Lol, you really are close (Leo)

Seems more one sided if you ask me—; (Sol)

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…What is that? (Leo)

Oh~ what’s a pretty decent shot! (Sol)

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Um— a bit? (Hi)

Well, no? I’m not partial to anything. (Leo)

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Wow—Sol, you’re quite attentive? (Nothing)

Maybe we should give it more water? (Nothing)

10:38 ~I already have a plan tonight.~

Don’t die on me…! (Nothing)

Ah, he was a great idol. RIP (Sol)

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I did distract you from your work? T^T (Nothing)

It’s all thanks to me~ Ehem (Leo)

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If you’ve just got back from your short vacation—it really must be tough. (Hi)

So you can do it if you put your mind to it—so cool—! (Nothing)

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Plans? What’s that? (Nothing)

Weren’t you coming to see me tonight? T^T(Leo)

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I’m nervous—tremble— (Sol)

Toys? Are they for me? (Hi)

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I want to collect my acme as fast as possible— (Nothing)

I’m looking forward to meeting all of you guys once again—! (Nothing)

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It could be temporary. (Nothing)

You’re making me blush— (Nothing)

12:32 ~Ripeato is sunny again~

Couldn’t you guys just have talked on a private convo— (Nothing)

I wonder what they look like! (Sol)

What picture? (Nothing)

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Do you have something to do at night? (Nothing)

VIP? (Sol)

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Does Sol work for someone dangerous? (Nothing)

Can you give me an example? (Hi)

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Why do they come to Ripeato? (Leo)

Wow, I don’t know what’s going on but that’s pretty cool— (Nothing)

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Sol, you like cakes? (Nothing)

I like hanging around people who are laid back! (Leo)

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Hi seems to be busy. He isn’t talking on the phone. (Hi)

What are you guys going to do now? (Nothing)

14:15 ~Collaboration~

Something interesting? (Nothing)

No, I’m not busy~ (Leo)

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Oh! So Leo is going to be Ripeato’s model? (Sol)

Alright. Enough about that. Tell me something interesting. (Nothing)

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Hi, you really like Leo, don’t you? (Hi)

I think the collaboration is a good idea— (Leo)

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You two are surprisingly in sync—I think! (Nothing)

Aren’t you being too cold? T^T (Nothing)

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I hope everything works out~ (Nothing)

Since we’re done talking, are you guys gonna go now? (Sol)

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I’m okay. Continue! (Hi)

Hi—you’re a scary person— (Nothing)

16:48 ~Why do you make me restless, Master?~

I’m over here!! (Nothing)

In your heart? (Nothing)

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Thank you for looking out for me. (Nothing)

I get the feeling that you always view me in a negative light! T^T (Nothing)

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There’s nothing strange— (Nothing)

Have faith in me T^T (Nothing)

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No, I did find partners! (Nothing)

About that… we have as slight problem (Nothing)

18:39 ~A Lookalike~

No, I haven’t. (Nothing)

Yeah, what about you Sol? (Nothing)

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Sol, why are you so obsessed with food? (Nothing)

So the working environment in Ripeato is great! (Sol)

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Yeah! They are really similar but we’ll just let it slide! (Hi)

Hahaha I didn’t know Sol was such a pushover. (Nothing)

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That’s great! You’ve got to earn your kept when you’re young! (Nothing)

I guess that goes to show how busy you are on a daily basis. (Leo)

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I can also buy you toys if you want! (Nothing)

What toys? (Nothing)

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That’s hardly interesting T^T (Sol)

Maybe she’s nervous because she’s in your presence? (Nothing)

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Hm? Why are you saying my name? (Nothing)

You were thinking about me? (Leo)

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Sol, what did you think about me when we first met? (Sol)

I think your first impressions were pretty impressive as well. (Hi)

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Don’t tease him so much guys— (Hi)

Thank you for the compliment! (Leo)

19:32 ~The seal is fading!~

Speak, student Hi. (Hi)

Mir, Mir? (Nothing)

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Hi is too weak to spank! (Nothing)

All three of you aren’t exactly kids though; (Sol)

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You’ve been checking on it? (Nothing)

Yes, it’s fine~ (Nothing)

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I would love to have you guys as my boyfriends— (Leo)

Shouldn’t we take it slow?! (Sol)

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TT Stop rubbing salt into my wounds— (Nothing)

Yeap! I am proud to be single! (Leo)

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Seriously? “eee?” not “aaa?” (Hi)

You’re going to make me cry or my boyfriend? (Nothing)

20:47 ~How was our first impression?~

What a coincidence. I was just thinking about you too. (Leo)

What do you want to chat about? (Nothing)

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I knew it! (Hi)

Oh wow— that’s a lot to take in— (Sol)

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What is it? Ask away~ (Nothing)

What is it— (Worried) (Nothing)

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And I thought you were going to throw me a serious question~ (Nothing)

Being judged by people constantly— that must be hard on you guys. (Nothing)

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You looked cute. (Nothing)

You seemed dangerous. (Hi)

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He seemed sly. (Nothing)

He seemed mature. (Leo)

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He seemed solid. (Nothing)

He seemed sweet. (Sol)

21:32 ~Scariest person~

Did you guys have lunch? (Sol)

I am bored— what are you guys up to? (Hi)

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What! You haven’t had anything? (Nothing)

Leo! Come! I will buy you lunch! (Leo)

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Sol is so sensible. (Nothing)

Sol’s right. You need to eat T T (Sol)

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Sol—is cold— I think? (Leo)

I think Sol is compassionate! (Nothing)

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That’s relieving. (Nothing)

Dangerous past sounds cool—! (Nothing)

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What happened? (Nothing)

Should I come over? (Hi)

22:22 ~Miss you so much!~

Hi how are you feeling? (Hi)

I feel sleepy— it’s time to sleep—(Nothing)

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Omg— are you okay? (Nothing)

Are the others okay? (Leo)

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I feel bad for putting you guys through this— (Sol)

Why don’t you try to enjoy the situation? (Hi)

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Boss! Are you okay? (Sol)

How is he? (Nothing)

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Calm down first;;;; (Nothing)

I want to see you guys soon too… (Leo)

23:59 ~Be responsible~

Why are you asking me that? (Nothing)

I’m over here! (Nothing)

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Wait a minute! I’ll ask William! (Nothing)

I told you that when I gave you my number— (Nothing)

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No William is my butler! (Nothing)

#loveunholyc #sol #hi #leo #walkthrough #day:1 #love unholyc #unholyc #otome game #otome

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sailor-cresselia · 5 years

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Zi-O 14: Raw viewing

Hm. Hmmm. HMMM.

omoshiroi.

Here’s the liveblog for Zi-O 14, pre-subs.

These are apparently taking me several hours to watch now, since I’m taking notes live, and with checking the wiki to get names right and backing up frequently to check images and figure out what I can actually hear. Whoops.

(WOW that phrase comes in handy.)

Woz, where’d you go – oh, so the clock’s not just some sort of Aesthetic Background. It’s actually there.

Okay, I can’t tell if he’s pissed because Sougo’s kinda dead, or because he’s not the reason Sougo’s kinda dead, but Geiz is pissed.

Aw. I think he might actually care.

“Can’t you just tell them that I’m right here?”

“They wouldn’t believe me.”

Urgh, I can’t actually get what they’re saying. I THINK it’s along the lines of:

Takeru: “So, I’m the only one who can see you, and it ‘might’ be because of this.” He pulls out the Ghost watch.

Sougo: “Ohhhh. So Geiz is headed to see the past you.”

Takeru: “Wait, what? The past?!” (oh god no not time travel again!)

(Re: the opening)

HEY WAIT.

Apparently, episode 11 was the last time that the final shot of the Opening had that uncomfortable ‘burning page reversing itself while grainy footage of Zi-o on his bike’ sequence. Episode 12 turned it to being a straight shot of Zi-o Riding his bike straight at the camera between two jets of flame. I only noticed watching 14, just now, but huh. I thought the only changes that had happened so far were the shots of the Time Jackers updating.

I’ll have to check on that later.

Ohh… Another Ghost immediately went after the crane operator… that’s really heartbreaking.

(Geiz, bud, what’s with the terrible green-screen? Your transformation’s usually better done than that.)

Hora: Come on, we need to kick Geiz’s butt in the past.

Tsukasa: Pft. Plebe. I can travel on my own, thanks. (proceeds to open a dimensional portal of his own)

Thank you for not summoning the hoodies this time, Geiz.

Enter Ryuki!Decade… who promptly changes to Ghost!Decade… oh, this could be good. (I paused mid transformation to write, mind you.)

The rules of time travel say that only one version of a rider’s powers can exist at a time. Somehow, the Another Riders count as this, but the Ride Watches don’t, which bugs me. But now… We have Another Ghost present, Geiz is using the Ghost Watch, and Decade is about to use the Ghost Card.

How will this play out… (spoiler alert to 2:00 am samantha from 3:30 am samantha: it made absolutely no difference. drat.)

SURE, you’ll let TSUKASA be spooky, but what about Takeru, huh? HUH?!?

Okay, so Geiz just summoned Musashi and Edison. Another Ghost has Robin Hood and Newton. Tsukasa got Billy the Kid and… um. I think that’s Beethoven? Yup. Beethoven.

OUCH. Geiz’s losing streak continues, with a distressing looking slash from the Gan Gun Saber, followed by a pair of Rider Kicks from Ghost!Decade and Another Ghost.

That red-and-black aesthetic of Another Ghost’s Emblem behind his kick though… Mm. Yes. This is still such a good Another Rider look. … and actually, this is the first time since Another Build and Another Ex-aid that we’ve seen this much of an Another Rider using their bases powers, isn’t it? Build was making bottles and using them, and Ex-aid was summoning bugster mooks. Okay, that’s admittedly actually a Bugster thing, but he was also generating game areas, so it still counts.

Hm. No sequence breaking for us, it would seem. Decade just wiped the Ghost Watch, turning it blank… and tossed Geiz the Decade Watch before taking off.

Interesting.

Or we could have some compeletely different sequence breaking, seeing as how Takeru had to pilot the time mazine for Sougo. Yanno, due to incorporeality. THEY landed just before Mika’s brother dies, as opposed to Geiz landing just after.

I hate to say this, but Nani The F*ck? So clearly, inherently magical Takeru can also force shove objects, because he just deflected the beams before they could hit either Mika or her brother. So now he can’t become Another Ghost, which sends Sougo back to his body… in 2018. While 21-year-old!Takeru is now in 2015. Where spooky!18-year-old!Takeru is supposed to also be.

Oh deary. So Heure pulls out the blank watch he was going to use to make Another Ghost, and summons a bunch of Ganma mooks with it. Fine, good, he’s ticked, makes sense. They attack 21!Takeru. Fine, fine.

Makoto shows up, asking why Takeru isn’t transforming.

He’s asking 21!Takeru – who, being from an altered timeline, does not remember being Ghost (allegedly).

“Oh, right, I’m a Kamen Rider. Makoto, let’s go!”

Mind you, Makoto is played by the same actor as always, and clearly neither of these men have aged a much more than a day since 2015, since they still look pretty much identical. This is for the best, because otherwise we’d have to wonder why Makoto doesn’t catch that suddenly Takeru (who should not be aging in 2015) looks bit older than he ought to.

((Takeru: Oh, man, I’m out of practice, last time I did this was December, one year ago for me, two years from now… I might be stuck here… ~oh well~ ~not like I haven’t gone off script like thirty different ways before~))

I don’t know what just happened in the hospital (2018) but I do not like it. That was very uncomfortable to watch. I can get that the whole Sougo-going-back-to-his-body thing just was undone, since Another Ghost exists again, but. What was Woz explaining? And he didn’t move when he said ‘waga maou.’ That was… that wasn’t a thought sound effect for that, the ‘stylization’ for thoughts and narrative are about the same, and they aren’t as faint as that. That felt like… idk, a telepathy thing?

~It’s not Ghost without sister issues~

Takeru: (oh no oh no I think we pulled it off? Maybe? Oh no Makoto’s looking at you say something)

Takeru: Uh, okay, uh, hey, Makoto, give the other Takeru my regards.

Makoto: ???

(exit: stage future)

Geiz is worried. That is a worried Geiz. And a stressed Sougo. And an uncle who is definitely faking his usual, already awkward laughter.

Sougo’s uncle has too many dishes ready to not have known there were extra people coming.

(Hee, Narita’s got Akari’s Shiranui cannon! And they mentioned her by name! Eee!)

TEAM WORK. THIS IS THE BEST THEMATIC TEAMWORK YESSSSS.

Sougo using the Ex-Aid watch with his mech is cool enough – it gets the same hammers that he does.

And then Geiz comes in with Genm. AND THE PURPLE WARP PIPES YESSSSS!

Is that. That’s the Cross-z watch.

MECHA BUILD AND CROSS-Z UGH YES.

Bottle boyfriend mecha RIDER KICK!

Hm. More mook summoning, by Another Ghost this time, ala Ex-Aid and OOO.

Pft-ahahaha.

I love Tsukasa’s reaction to Woz’s speech.

Tsukasa: What. What are you doing.

And Woz just growls.

NEAT. I knew that the Decade Armor let Zi-o get the Mid-forms of the Legend Riders, but I didn’t think of how that screen variant of the helmet could come into play with it. It shows the Zi-o-with-Decade color scheme before he changes, and when he puts in the Build watch… it’s shuffling, kind of like a character select screen – or cards being dealt. You can see Ex-Aid most clearly going by, but I can tell there were others.

Welcome back, RabbitTank Sparkling!

And Tsukasa just tells Woz to shut up and grabs his book. Was he always like this? Because I’m liking the snark.

I don’t know what this sword is called but I really really like it. Not only are the Ex-aid sound effects back in English, but it let him summon Max Flare, Funky Spike, and Midnight Shadow’s tires! (fangirl squeal)

Welcome back, Grateful!

“Why did I give him my watch? Eh. Thought it’d be interesting.”

(I think that’s about what he was saying? Ish? Approximately?)

Hang on, that screen? The mask for Decade is a Zi-o variant, but RabbitTank Sparkling and Grateful are their usual appearances.

And now Geiz has someone he wants to punch even more than he does Sougo or Woz.

So, overall...

Interesting indeed, Tsukasa. Interesting indeed.

#kamen rider zi o #kamen rider ghost #kamen rider decade #sailorcressy says #wait when did i learn to liveblog?

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kylorengarbagedump · 7 years

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Unprofessional Services: Chapter 3

Read on AO3. Part 2 here. Part 4 here.

Summary: You don't know what the hell Kylo Ren is talking about. So what if he can read your mind? He's full of shit.

Words: 2500

Warnings: None

Characters: Kylo Ren x Reader

A/N: Eee! Hello! Thank you all so much for your feedback and support! This story is moving much slower, relationship wise, than my other fics, but I promise it'll pick up soon, for all those concerned, haha.

The next couple weeks may be kind of sparse, writing wise. I've fallen behind because of stress at home that hopefully will be taken care of shortly, and I'll be able to write properly, again. I hope this isn't too much trouble for y'all. :3

Thanks so much! I love you <3

“Anti-therapy?” Rue stabbed at her plate of Finalizer mess-hall slop. “Sounds like bullshit.”

You sighed, mimicking her movement. Your utensil was buried in the soft excuse for food. “I know, right?” Reluctantly, you stuffed a bite into your mouth. “Even worse, my client is… not cooperative.”

She huffed. “That’s not a surprise. He has to be some kind of special for Hux to make you do anti-therapy on him.”

“Accurate assessment.” You hadn’t told Rue that your client was, in fact, Commander Ren. Not that she couldn’t know--she had access to all the same information that you did. It just wouldn’t have been appropriate to divulge in the middle of the busy cafeteria. Another sigh. “And now Fent’s all… frustrated and stuff. It’s annoying.”

“Isn’t that how he always is?” Rue grinned. Her cobalt eyes glimmered with mischief.

“Ha-ha,” you said. “Very funny. No. He’s… he’s getting a lot better, actually. We just need to get off the ship. Y’know.”

She nodded, stiffening. “Sure.”

“Really, though.”

“Oh, yeah. Definitely.”

The air was thick with words unsaid. You scrambled internally. Was she still mad at you for the last time? “Um. Anyway.” Shoving another mouthful of food past your lips, you shrugged. “It’s total bullshit, yeah.”

“Today’s your first session?” Rue took another bite herself.

You nodded with reluctance. As you stared at your food, it was looking less and less appetizing. There’d only been a few bites out of it, but the reality of facing the Commander again was making your stomach gargle your courage. “Heading there right after this. Woo-fucking-hoo.”

“Hey,” she said, and reached across the table. Her hand, soft and warm, enveloped yours. Blood rushed your face. Did this have to happen now? “You’ve got this.”

“Thanks.” Your chest tightened, and drew your hand back, tossing your utensil into the gloop. “I think I’m gonna go, actually.”

Rue frowned. “Are you sure?” she asked. “You haven’t finished your… uh, food. Yet.”

“Yeah,” you said, standing. “Talk to you--”

“Wait.” She paused, sighing. “I’m sorry. Seriously.”

Clicking your jaw, you looked to the side. “It’s fine, Rue.”

“No, no.” She threw up her hands. “It’s not. I shouldn’t have tried to push you like that--”

“Just. Drop it.” You huffed, rubbing your temple. “I know you hate Fent. I get it. Okay?”

Rue’s eyes widened. “C’mon. No. It’s not like that.”

“It kind of is, though.” Grimacing, you shrugged. “Look. I have to go. We’ll… we’ll talk later. Okay? Okay. Bye.”

You pushed forward, chin jutting out as you marched out of the cafeteria and through the halls of the Finalizer. Your cheeks were hot. It’s not that you were mad at Rue, perse. You just hated how every discussion that mentioned Fent had to become a snide way to insult him. Rue had never been through what Fent had been through--it was totally unfair for her to keep taking shots at him. It wasn’t as if you had a choice, anyway. He was your boyfriend. Your partner. You had to support him.

Chest still tight, you arrived in your office, snatching your datapad and smashing your fingers onto the glass. Oh, you’d make this a productive meeting, you were certain. Ren would regret ever trying to mess with you. Now that he was your only client, you had no reservations about spending as much time as possible on his casefile. And you’d do this to ensure that Hux could never blame you for this assignment’s inevitable failure. You checked the chronometer. His appointment time--as delivered to you via Hux--wasn’t for another fifteen minutes. You could guess, then, that you had at least thirty.

Yet, as you started typing--Client is an adult male of questionable age and maturity…--your door swept open, the client in question stepping through and blocking the threshold as the hatch shut behind him. Glancing up from your datapad, you scanned his frame--bunched shoulders, tight fists--and set your pad on your desk.

“You’re early, Commander.”

“I wouldn’t want to disrespect you, officer.”

So that’s what this was. “Oh, of course, Commander,” you said. “Nevermind that by ignoring the set time--regardless of your lateness or lackthereof--you’re still demonstrating your disregard for myself and for this process.”

He tilted his head. “I believe I’ll survive.”

Ren strode into the room, glancing at the chair across from you, but then deciding to forgo sitting altogether. Instead, he crossed to the corner of the room, standing there and shifting on his feet, as if to indicate it was your turn to speak. You raised your eyebrows, cutting off a sigh in your throat and sitting forward.

“Would you like to get to work, then?” you asked. “I imagine you don’t have the patience for anything else.”

“You’d be right.” His voice was still unnerving to you, still evoked something inside of you that you weren’t able to identify. You wished it would go away. “I have little time.”

Biting back your sarcasm, you nodded. “Sure.” As if you had time. All you wanted to do was to get back to your room and check on Fent. He was probably lonely. “The first thing I want to do is to have you pay attention to your thoughts. We have a thousand of them every minute, so a lot of the time, we don’t even know what’s going on in our head.” You paused, waiting for a response. He said nothing. “So, in order for us to know where to take this, we need to know where we’re starting.” When he still didn’t respond, you blinked, cocking your head. “Uh. Okay?”

Kylo Ren shifted, the wake of his disgust cast around the empty room. “This is all you have to offer?”

You blinked. What was that supposed to mean? Did he expect you to snap your fingers and Force him to improve? What a shame he’d never hear that great joke. “Uh. Yes.”

Silence. He was thinking. “I’ll be meeting with the Supreme Leader, then. This is a greater waste of my time than I previously thought.”

Your stomach flipped. Your first instinct was to leap up and urge him to wait--you could do better, really. But this was quickly followed by the idea that if he cleared you of any responsibility, you and Fent could be off the damn Finalizer tomorrow. So, you threw your hands up, rolling your eyes.

“Be my guest.” You gestured toward the door, and he started toward it. “I have no interest in wasting my time on you, anyway.”

Kylo Ren stopped, his shoulders drawing back. Inside of your chest, your heart cowered, and you swallowed, crossing your arms. You weren’t going to take it back. If he didn’t want your expertise, then fine, you weren’t willing to give it to him, anyway. After all, you hoped he’d reject the idea of working with you so vehemently that you’d be granted freedom. But maybe you hadn’t needed to be that aggressive. He was still your Commander. Even if he was an asshole. Eh, oh well.

“Wasting your time on me?” That voice, like a deep-space tremor, quaked through the floor up your toes. “You believe your time is valuable enough to be wasted at all.”

Frowning, you replied, “Sure I do. I’m a professional. My time is worth just as much as yours is.”

He whirled, his cowl a tattered black wing spinning behind him. “A professional who’s offered me nothing in terms of professional services. The worth of your time is meaningless to me.”

“I’ve offered you nothing because you’ll accept nothing.”

“Then what worthwhile work have you done, officer?”

He was trying to bait you. It was working. “You want me to get mad at you,” you said, “but I won’t. Your manipulation tactics are old and tired.” You grinned. “You can’t stand if something doesn’t go the way you want it.”

“I told you to stay out of my head.”

“You want something worthwhile, don’t you?” You tapped your chin, scanning his frame. Stars, he was big. Really big. Dammit. What were you thinking about, again? Oh, right. “You’re a control freak, Commander. Everything has to go the way that you expect it go--or you act out. See here, storming out of my office.”

“Enough.”

“Or insulting me when I tell you that you’re wasting my time. The thought that someone in this situation other than you might have value would be a factor out of your control.”

“Enough.”

“Even now, you can’t bear to just leave my office, because it would be akin to letting me win the argument.”

Kylo Ren stomped forward, his fists tight. “Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.”

“Escalation,” you sighed. “Classic tactic of--”

Ren threw out his hand, and the rest of your words choked in your throat. A foreign pressure stalled your breath, forcing blood into your cheeks and lips. You squeaked, a puff of air escaping into your office as the pounding of your pulse beat like a bass in your temple. With no other option, you grappled at your neck, glaring at Ren through the fuzzing perimeter of your vision.

“Remember what I said.” The words were like a mechanical purr. You should have been terrified. You weren’t. “This isn’t a game you want to play with me.” He advanced, his voice somehow louder than the shrill ringing and throbbing in your head. Someone was taking an invisible machete to your skull. “You’ve been desperate to leave. To escape. You’re running… alone.”

Your face scrunched. He was in your head. What was he talking about? Alone? No, that wasn’t right. You were running with Fent. You were with Fent…

“Alone,” he repeated. “Free. You need relief. Release.” The pressure tightened. “And you want me to give it to you.”

Fear and excitement sunk into your skin, something buried in the deepest recesses of your brain sending an electric pulse through your thighs. Empty gasps leaked from your lungs, and you fumbled on your desk, looking for something to hurl in his direction. Your fingers closed around something hard, smooth--and as you gripped it, he released you, the air cracking, and you collapsed into a heaving heap.

You snapped up, still scrambling, drool spilling down your chin. “I don’t want anything like that from you,” you spat. “That’s entirely unprofessional.”

“Hm.” It sounded more like a chuckle than a reply.

“What?” you groaned, wiping your face clean. “What is it?”

“That’s not what I was implying at all.” Without another word, he turned and disappeared through the door.

You spent the rest of the time you’d blocked off for your session recovering from whatever-that-had-been. Certainly, it wasn’t arousal that had awakened inside of you. Because you absolutely, positively had no intentions of breaking an ethical code with a client. Even if that client had spent his time breaking every known code of ethics with you. Well, then again, you couldn’t be sure of that. There was some possibility that a planet on the Outer Rim considered choking an acceptable activity during therapy. But then--did they even have therapy?

“Ugh!” Who cared. You shut down your office and made your way back to your quarters.

Fent would be sleeping by now, but he’d be hungry, soon. You hoped to prepare his food, feed him his meds, and wait to hear the inevitable news that you two were being discharged. Your hand hovered over the ghost of the Force-print. That’d been the one positive outcome of today. You’d been able to excuse yourself from this terrible mistake of an assignment. For once, your fuck-ups were creating consequences in your favor.

When you arrived at your quarters, to your surprise, Fent was awake, sitting up in bed, his vacant eyes trained on you. Your insides sunk into a puddle at your feet, and you stepped forward, cracking a smile.

“Hey, sweetheart…” you said. “How are--”

“Why did someone come by looking for you?” His voice was hollower than his gaze.

You blinked. “Huh? Uh, I don’t know.” You wondered if it had to do with Kylo Ren. “What did he say?”

“Nothing,” he replied, and raised an eyebrow. “How did you know it was a man?”

“Oh.” Dammit. “I’m sorry. It was a thoughtless assumption.” Swallowing, you moved toward the kitchen. That stare clung to your back like slime. “What did you want to--”

“You’ve been acting really weird, lately,” he said. “Something’s going on.”

You stopped, observing your toes, wiggling them inside your shoes, and drew a slow, quiet breath into your nose. “Are we doing this again, Fent?”

“Doing what?”

“Accusing me of--”

“I’m not accusing you,” he said. “I haven’t said anything.”

Facing him, you sighed. “Come on. You know what you’re doing.”

“What are you talking about?” He was standing, now. “I just asked a question.”

“No, you didn’t,” you said. “You were insinuating--”

“It’s just really weird that every time you’ve come back from work this past week, you seem all paranoid.” There was no flexibility in his tone. “Like you’re doing something wrong.”

Sighing again, you held up your palms. “I’m not doing anything.”

“I heard you moaning in your sleep,” he said. “You said a name. It wasn’t mine.”

Hot shame shot through your spine. You wanted to bury yourself in your own bones. Not only did you have no idea what he was talking about, you had no way to defend yourself. How were you supposed to know you were acting weird? And now there was moaning happening? How did you even know he was telling the truth? All of your thoughts congealed into a massive wad of spit-anxiety. Spitxiety. You couldn’t swallow it. You’d just been stressed. Kylo Ren had barely left your mind.

A live spark still bit at the back of your brain. Maybe that was the problem.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I can’t really defend my actions, because I haven’t known I’ve been doing them. But I’m sorry. It doesn’t mean anything. I’m doing everything I’m doing because I love you. Because I want us to get out of here.”

“Okay. Sure. Whatever.” He rolled his eyes.

Was he serious? “Don’t roll your eyes at me!”

“Who the fuck are you yelling at?” Fent puffed out his chest, his face twisted with rage. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

You needed to bow out. This wasn’t worth it. “Sorry, Fent,” you replied. “You’re right. I didn’t mean to. I’m just really stressed. Sorry.”

Fent watched you, holding you hostage in his stare, and you waited--waited for his wrath to break, waited for him to return to the man you’d known. Then again, you weren’t sure how long you’d be needing to wait for the latter.

A buzz at your door, and you jumped. Fent narrowed his eyes, challenging you to answer. As if you’d expose yourself by doing so. Shrugging, you unlocked the hatch, and it slid open, revealing an officer. High-ranking. You hoped it was the same man from before--at least then, you’d be able to prove you hadn’t been doing anything wrong.

The officer glanced between you and Fent. “You must be the Commander’s doctor.”

You sighed. “I’m not a doctor--”

“The Supreme Leader wishes to meet with you tomorrow.” He might as well have been replaced with a droid--the delivery was incongruous with the meaning of his words. Meet with the Supreme Leader? Why? To say that you’d been released, perhaps--that you were free? “Location will be sent to your datapad.” And with that, he spun on his heel and was gone.

Blinking, you faced Fent, your face blank as the door slid shut behind you. He was silent--which, for some reason, pissed you off. You at least expected an apology.

“Well?” you said. “Does that answer your question?”

Fent’s eyes fell to the floor. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m a piece of shit.”

Your heart seized. “No!” You rushed over to him, wrapping him up in your arms. “You’re not. You’re just not feeling good. I get that. I’m sorry.”

“We’ll do better,” he said. “Once we get off this ship.”

A soft breath escaped your nose. You nuzzled into his neck, closing your eyes. Behind your lids, the image of Kylo Ren flashed like an alarm. Your fingers curled into Fent’s shirt. “We will,” you whispered, hoping you’d believe it by tomorrow. “We will.”

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