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ares857 · 3 months
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ethernitty · 10 months
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whats the name of that scandalous black dress painting cuz i need it for later
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ffxiv-swarm · 7 months
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prompt 5: barbarous
The Garlean Empire had ruled Ala Mhigo for twenty years. They had built bridges, roads, airship landings. True, it had nothing on the glory of Regio Urbanissima, that shining steel city where the lights never dimmed, but they had built the place up. They had civilized it. Surely they had.
Tiber pyr Gallius stopped in the middle of his patrol to once again scrape chocobo dung off his boot and wondered why he was even bothering. Nothing in Ala Ghiri was paved. The constant wind ensured that dust and dirt was already ruining the armor he’d just polished that morning, and he’d be lucky if he didn’t have to add blood to the mix again.
(He shouldn’t have lost his temper. But that woman had looked so—so dead inside already, and he’d told his troops that if they messed with the Aan it would be the last thing they ever did, and now Gaius oen Ferrarius was dead and, honestly? Good riddance.)
(But it had taken a long time for him to stop seeing red when he blinked.)
A fly buzzed around his head, and he crushed it against the side of a building with a grimace. He never had to deal with insects back home. (Well, almost never.)  Here, they were everywhere because nobody bothered to clean up the trash, simply throwing it into alleys or down pits to fester. That was to say nothing of the plumbing, which was...nonexistent. He was pretty sure there were buckets involved and had no desire to find out. Truly, this savage land was a filthy place.
“Hey, Gallius!”
Ugh. Arvina. He aimed a polite smile at the big Roegadyn. “Finished with your patrol?”
Grynewaht pyr Arvina made a face. “Ugh. Guess so. But by the Emperor, ‘tis like shepherdin’ a bunch of mice. I ain’t got a single chance to pull out my new chainsword in weeks! Don’t suppose you’ve had any better luck?”
Luck. Because to men like Arvina, terrorizing the locals was sport. He kept his face perfectly smooth, thanking the Emperor he’d been so good at theater in secondary school. “You ought to be thankful that it is quiet. It gives us a chance for a smoke break before Pilus rem Lupis arrives, does it not?”
Grynewaht scoffed, but his face said he knew Tiber was right. “Aye, it would. Shame I’m out. You got some?”
No, he thought firmly, but obligingly snapped open his cigarette case—brushed steel, stamped with the Imperial chains—and handed a man he loathed precisely one cigarette. Good Garlean tobacco was almost more precious than gold out here in the provinces, but in this instance it was a worthy sacrifice. If Grynewaht was relaxing against a stone wall with a lit cigarette in the corner of his mouth, contemplating the sky, he wasn’t out knocking over merchants’ stalls or picking a fight with the exceptionally strapping young man unloading crates at the far end of the block.
(...There were some good points to being stationed out here. The tendency of local men to not wear much in the way of shirts, for one, even if it did make it a struggle for him to maintain eye contact when he had to actually talk to them.)
Unfortunately, smoking didn’t prevent Grynewaht from talking. “Bloody savages,” he muttered. “Look at ‘em. They don’t know how good they’ve got it! They were livin’ in mud huts before we came along...”
Tiber took a deep lungful of smoke before he could say something he’d wind up regretting. We rule them by strength of arms and the might of our magitek, and worse—we do it badly. If you call them savages for living without the benefits of modern medicine and food and infrastructure, ‘tis our fault. Not theirs.
Never theirs.
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myuheru-archive · 3 years
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read cloverfield kishin this morning before taking a five hour “nap” and it was fun for like. if u want a little cloverfield lore although it isn’t considered canon for the cloververse or whatever..it was good in some part and straight up bad in others lol but i do enjoy a good emotional journey that ties in with the monster
#umm it felt kinda weak but i don’t have the brain cells to describe how. maybe it was the pacing idk it was very short so#main character went through oen hell of an emotional journey in like. a few hours lmao#like imagine ur a depressed high schooler and suddenly there’s a monster attack so u go home and get abducted by a cult#that ur mom was a part of and learn that she secretly implanted a monster remote control in ur body and then ur distant dad saves u#out of nowhere and just shoots all the cultists and he makes some poorly done last second amendments for being a bad father#before decided to do a father/son suicide and detanating the bomb strapped to his chest but a giant MONSTER hand shields i from the blast an#and now both ur parents are dead and you’ve become evil suddenly and decide to hurt the world that hurt u and u make the parasites toy with#ur bully’s like a cat toying with pray but then the plot devicey girl who exists for the sake of ur character development punches u and ur#normal now bc u have a crush on her but then the monsters stop listening to u bc the bond of ur bloodthirsty rage has been severed and yall#aren’t on the same page anymore so u cut ur hair (symbolic) and go out to give the monster remote control back to the large scale aggressor#and it’s underbelly feeding tubes extract the control and it suddenly feels all of the pain in ur life and u finally have something that und#understands u and it goes in a momentary fit of distress due to the emotional pain before settling down back in the ocean and going back to#sleep and u float up on a piece of driftwood and ur bullys r nice to u know bc they had a shitty redemption arc called we were cornered#by parasites together and didn’t actually apologize after doing awful things to u so we r friends now.#....anyway .#txt
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endangered-liaison · 3 years
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ffxivwrite 2021 Prompt 25: Silver Lining
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Fire rains from the sky, and beasts rise from the nothing darkness that tears apart an entire country. An entire empire.
I'xataka oen Cinna hopes they rise from nothing, at least. The alternative is too horrible for her to consider.
There's a screeching sound in the distance - like a hypersonic assault craft in freefall, or Sawyer getting her hand caught in a door, or what she imagines dragons sound like. Fuck, she hopes she never has to see dragons.
"Incoming!" comes the call from next to her, screamed at the top of an imperial's lungs, and she lifts her eyes to the sky.
A colossal creature swoops from the sky on inky-dark bat wings. It has too many eyes, visible even from this distance, and its screech is starting to make her teeth ache.
She doesn't know what it's called. She doesn't know what any of them are called.
Some of the other squad members had started calling them Terminus. The end.
She snarls as the screaming starts. As the civilians start running for cover. As there's a frenzied rush for weapons, to defend their broken convoy. The Legioins are shattered. All there is left is survivors; soldiers, and the civilians they're trying to protect. And the enemy. So many of the enemy. More and more and more every single day.
Her left hand comes to rest on the pommel of her dagger, but this beast has wings and it's still too far away for that. If she's some sort of artist, she might be able to sever a wing when it lands...but that's assuming it even bothers landing, instead of plucking the tasty morsels of Garlean citizens from the ground like so many fallen, bruised apples.
She reaches, instead, for the scattergun strapped to her back. Draws it. And aims. The beast is still too far away. She's not clay paissa shooting here, it needs to be close. She needs to wait.
I'xataka stands still, a reed in the wind, as all around her is chaos. Small arms fire sputters out in bursts. The Predator pilot is trying to position themselves to strike it when it lands. If it lands. The crack of a rifle next to her wings the beast, blinding one of its thousand eyes. It's not enough.
Her free hand raises a penny whistle to her lips. And she blows - shrill and loud and piercing, across this new battlefield.
The beast's eyes - all of them - come to rest on her, and it swoops into a dive with another dragon screech of claws on tomestone.
She raises the scattergun. It's big, and bulky. It's far from the elegance of normal imperial weaponry; pieced together by her own hands when she's supposed to be sleeping. Every shot she fires, she expects to blow her arm off, or at least shatter the weapon.
But even if that happens, it doesn't matter. Not if she takes down what she's aiming at.
She pulls back the hammer.
The beast's talons rake across the snow, scuffing up powder in a blinding display, and a razor-sharp wing curves towards her through the snowscreen.
She ducks underneath the swing.
She steps forward, into the blind.
And she feels.
Cold. Wet. A scatter of flakes that melt across her skin as they land. The frigid air of Ilsabard.
Then heat, and an acrid stench like bleach.
She pulls the trigger, and her weapon roars. It kicks hard enough to feel like her arm is breaking. Ceruleum fills her nose, washing away the scent of the beast, and she drops to the floor. Curls defensively in on herself.
One, one thousand.
Two, one thousand.
Three, one thousand.
She's not dead yet. She opens her eyes.
Snow falls around her.
And there's no more screaming.
She breathes out a sigh, and turns her head, to be greeted by the sight of a headless beast, the eyes on its body staring vacantly, less than a fulm from her.
"Motherfucker!"
She scurries away from it, fingers clawing at the snow to try and get a grip as she crabwalks just to get away from the accursed fucking thing. Breaks the action of her rifle, ejecting a shell the size of her fist and enough ceruleum fumes to make her lightheaded. Slams another round into the barrel, and raises it.
She doesn't breathe again until she's sure it's not moving any more.
She lowers her weapon; finally notices the way her arm is screaming at her; makes a note to visit the medicus when they next make camp.
The other soldiers are starting to gather the convoy together again. Trying to keep moving, before there's another attack.
She holsters her weapon, and looks south.
Just a little further.
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foul-humors · 4 years
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Ad Interim III
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"Nice night to pull duty, huh?"
Medea oen Lepus asked the question as she took a seat on the steps of the barracks as the Castellumn she was stationed at.  The white-haired, brown-eyed Viera was decidedly out of uniform, but that was hardly a surprise, given she was supposed to be in bed.  She adjusted a pair of bifocals resting on her face.
"Yeah," the elezen soldier replied, staring off at the clear night sky. She yawned, which caused Medea to yawn as well. "Still can't sleep?"
"No," Medea replied, glumly
"Must be nice to be granted leave, though."
"Maybe if I was allowed to leave this forsaken castellum."
"Psh.  What's the matter?  You don't like being stationed in a middle-of-nowhere castellum with nothing to watch but the occasional farmer in their field?" The soldier giggled lightly.  Medea huffed in response.
"I'm an explorator.  I should be roving hostile territory, being the eyes and ears of my legion!"  The soldier made a shushing noise as emotion caused the volume of Medea's voice to go up unintentionally.  Medea ducked her head.  Unlike the pair of them, there were others sleeping.
"Eh, cheer up.  You're just here until they find another place for you."
"Not before they find out what's wrong with me," Medea muttered.
"I thought that's what your leave was for."
Medea shook her head. "I keep telling them. It's not stress or trauma from the Eorzean campaign. I keep seeing the same people and places over and over again, and they're nothing I recognize from my time there." Medea wiggled her nose.  "This is something those bloody savages did to me, I'm sure of it."
"Well, if you don't get better with this, maybe they'll start listening, eh?"
"Those pompous pinheads?  They look at me and see a rabbit girl that's just trying to skirt her duty." She huffed again and stood abruptly. "I'm going for a walk.  Need to clear my head."  Medea started off.
"Vale," the soldier said, watching her go. "Don't do anything rash."
.....
“Don’t do anything rash,” indeed.  Medea made her way around to the side of the Castellum that the barracks was nearest to.  She picked up a duffle bag, and strapped it to her shoulders.  With that, she started on the long trek to the Ghimlyt Dark.
She looked up to the stars and muttered, “They incline us...they do not bind us.”
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In this words everyone has one thing in common, a Spark.
It's the number one thing you're judged on. Sparks are special abilities but also give the person they belong to other side abilities that relate or compliment their Spark's main ability.
But sometimes Sparks are what hold you back.
Boze wasn't one to turn down an assignment but with her Spark, eternal youth, she feels she could be doing more with her job than invading a stupid school. Though this was her first assignment since transferring to Shīru city's police station and they'd read her previous jobs and seen her abilities they still decided to assigne her this job.
The task was to invade the local school, Monogatari High School, and report any suspicious activity, the Shīru police having had a tip-off from a local that something is going down there.
Boze was the only officer known who could convincingly get into a school, looking young enough thanks to her Spark, but Boze wanted a juicy assignment, not just some stupid job like this. She couldn't understand why she was saddled with an assignment like this when Officer Corn and Sohin', the two goof-balls of the station, got to go to multiple bomb sights and mess around! It was so unfair!
Fair enough that Officer Corn's Spark is more chaotic than most and Officer Sohin' couldn't be more off in the clouds and neither could pass for convincing teenagers but despite all odds Boze's mind still found a way to convince her that they could do it instead.
She wouldn't dare bring it up to Chief Takahashi though, to afraid of losing both her badge and her life. The Cheif was about as tough as they came, survived time in The War of Vallies, braved the heats of Ghosts with nothing but a cup of milk as sustinence and most recently fought against the great Domination Extermination Force Fighting You. The station myths even say her hair is purple because it's dyed everyday with deadly poison from a giant snake that she keeps, all so that when she finally meets death they'll be running from her.
Despite this Boze still hates the fact that she has to pretend to be a hormonal teenager and spend her day learning in school. She finished school for a reason!
That's partly why she can't believe she's actually standing at the corner of the street she lives at with a backpack, waiting for the Monogatari High School bus, but she is.
Sighing and gripping the light purple strap of her backpack around her left shoulder Boze thinks of her days in school, not thinking this will be that hard. Breath
She was wrong.
As soon as she stepped on the bus she knew she was wrong. The scent of body odor and the sound of teenagers screaming and shouting brings Boze back to her school days and she struggles to find a seat, each person she passes side-eyeing her and sneering as if they have a personal vendeta against her or her bloodline.
Eventually she does sit down, at the back of the bus to avoid the glares and sneers, her face already feeling inadequate and ugly. Trying to take time to ready herself for the day Boze finds it extremely difficult, wild thought of what she must look like or how she must smell distract her mind and suddenly the thirty minute bus ride from her home to the school seems like hours.
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She gets out of the bus just as school starts, following the crowd into the main hall and sitting down, trying to blend in. The crowd of teenagers are like snakes, tightly crushing her but she still moves, ready for anything at this point and her seat in the hall is not much different, she's wedged between a skinny and boney boy and a slightly buff girl.
A very official looking woman steps infront of everyone and brings a speaker to her mouth, Boze assumes she's the head. She stands up on a platform infront of everyones seats and has a flowey suit-dress thing so it only makes sense that she owns the school or is high in status here and you don't get much higher than the head.
This is correct as Boze finds out when the woman announces she is the head.
"Good morning all of you and welcome to your second year at Monogatari High School, I also welcome the new additions that have only come this year. Welcome all!" The lady starts with and Boze now remembers why she hated school, the teachers all seemed condisending to her and they don't seem to have changed now.
"For those who are new please let me make you aware of some things, firstly I must ask you to call me Miss Rose, secondly please make sure you know your place as there are five ranks and Leader is the top so try not to cause any trouble before being assigned your rank, thirdly can we all please try to finally put and end to CB, it is not funny anymore and students have got hurt." Miss Rose, the head, asks with a slight hint of frustration on that last one but she takes a deep breath and continues, "That is all. Thank you and have a good day!"
Boze takes out her notebook and pen before scribbling down her fimdings, 'CB is something to watch out for'. As she writes she feels a pair of eyes on her notes and swiftly turns her head to meet them.
"Oh! Umm...sorry. I was just curious!" The skinny boy next to her stutters and Boze rolls her eyes, not lowering her guard around this guy as he could be a suspect.
Bringing the notepad to her chest Boze casually struts out of the hall and towards a classroom of sorts that every other child is heading to. She takes this time to inspect those around her, knowing extreme Spark usage of immense power would give off physical signs such as discolouration of hair into an unnatural colour.
Her eyes meet only one, a tall silver boy that the crowd seems to avoid subconsiously.  Interesting.
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Boze sits far away from the teacher, planning to be undisturbed and alone to note suspicious activity but as she pulls out her pen the same skinny boy she sat next to sits by her and smiles, avoiding her death-glare.
“Hi. My name’s Logan, nice to meet you.” He introduces and sticks out his hand for Boze to shake, the morning light bouncing off his glasses and making Boze unable to see his eyes.
"Nice to meet you to. Boze." Boze responds with, using a more sour tone than the boy and shaking his hand slowly. Boze hates this boy already, so she can't understand why he would keep almost trying to make her hate him more.
For example all throughout the lesson whenever Boze would answer right Logan would grab her hand a hogh five it, shouting loudly "yes!". Or maybe whenever Boze took notes Logan copied those note but in smarter language. In all ways of the word, Logan was getting on Boze's nerves.
It also didn't help that when the bell rung for lunch and the teachers obligation to care ended a quater of the class stayed behind to glare at Boze and Logan, narrowing their eyes at Logan's new 'friend'.
"Oh why hello hot-cakes, I didn't see you last year. Are you new baby?" One calls, a girl with black hair covering one eye.
Boze chooses to nod to this, Logan shaking in his boots as she casually packs her bag. She's use to sexual name calling and next to nothing intimidates her anymore, especially not this overly-sexual teenager.
"Also looks like you're one of little Lo's friends. Any statements?" The same black haired girl spits this time and Boze cringes, disgusted by the girl. Boze observes that the girl is the only one actually speaking, probably meaning the group around her would fall to pieces and give up if Boze were to take her down.
"Fuck. Off." Boze states with her middle finger up, finally having packed her bag and slinging it onto her back. Logan of course shakes more and goes pale, eyes darting between the black haired girl and Boze, muttering under his breath.
"Oh you're going to pay!" The girl shouts, trying to intimidate Boze as she cracks her knuckles and glares at her. Boze casually walks towards her and punches her in the face, not having the actual time or energy to draw the fight out any longer than it has to be.
After Boze's first punch the girl topples down, blood pouring from her nose. (And not the good kind.)
Boze simply grabs Logan by the arm and walks away. She may not exactly like him but if he's getting bullied she mighy as well stick by him.
"That was awsome!" Logan finally says and punches the air, Boze slightly smiling at the compliment.
"We should get lunch though." Logan muses before turning the tables and dragging Boze forward.
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As Boze and Logan walk with their trays full of food, remembering to sneak a quick glance as they pass the black haired girl who is now looking less than peachy, they wander.
Of course they can't wander anywhere they want, Logan could since he's a Leader but he says he's never abandon his new friend. Boze appreciates this but asks anout Leaders.
"What are they?"
"Well, it pretty much means we can go anywhere anytime and people HAVE to treat us with respect." Logan tries to explain but Boze rolls her eyes teasingly.
"That black haired girl I punched didn't seem to be treating you with a lot of respect." She comments and Logan awkwardly laughs, looking away from her.
"Yeah, that's the sad thing about being a Leader, you can't exactly lose per-say at...anything!" Logan starts and chuckles nervously, "If you do lose at something they strip you off your title and give it to the person who beat you. I guess it's meant to make you train harder and be better but I can't handle all the pressure but need the actual title for my oen project I'm working on and I couldn't afford to lost the title so I just let Grace, that's the girl by the way, keep beating on me with the promise she's never tell anyone. My projects actually interesting though and, in my opinion, worth it. It's this sph-"
Boze interupts Logans ramble by placing her hand over his mouth, her eyes glued to the same silver haired person she saw while walking to the classroom. He's just as tall as Boze imagined, now that she could actually see all of him. He is also very muscular which is saying something since most people here are physically fit.
"Oh. That's Wes." Logan noted as he saw where Boze was looking, he pushed his glasses up his nose, "Don't talk to him."
"Why?" Boze asks, already suspicious of this Wes boy, firstly his hair is unnaturally silver and then Logan tells her not to talk to him. This is just a recipe for disaster and Boze wants in.
"Let's just say he's a last resort." Logan tries to explain, giving Boze chills when he talks about Wes. What kind of power does he hold if he's deemed a last resort? What kind of person is he?
"But...Why are those people talking to him then?" Despite this feeling of impending doom Boze enquires more and Logan sighs, covering his face as he notices the blonde haired girl and glasses-wearing boy talking to Wes.
"Those people are Joven and Courtney, both Leaders, and they usually talk to, and hang out with Wes. They're probably disscussing 'buissness'." Logan explains simply, putting air quotes around buissness and making Boze more curious.
"Buissness?" She asks Logan, eyeing the trio of suspicious trouble-makers and already getting ready to report this to base. I bet Officer Corn and Sohin' don't see anything this interesting ever.
"Yeah, those three are all kind-of, most of the time, seen together and most people here think they're in a group despite being from different clicks. Joven claims that he's telling Wes off most of the time and Courtney claims Wes just messes with her personally a lot but I think it's because they're all Leaders." Logan explains and nervously laughs, awkwardly waving as the trio finally notice them.
"Wes isn't a leader though?" Boze finds the flaw in Logans words and wonders if he's trustworthy.
"Only because he doesn't want to be, he could probably take down everyone in the school right now." Logan explains, quieting his voice as the trio approach but Boze still hears.
"Really? So do you know any more? Any way to...I don't know..take him down if he snaps? Wes I mean. A teacher maybe or the Head or-" Boze asks and Logan cuts her off quickly.
"Shut up for a second and don't tell anyone I told you this but no one can take Wes down, that's why he's the last resort..." Logan explains and goes to run off to avoid the trio approaching but Boze grabs his tie and stares at him. She stares deep into his eyes, seeing them wide with fear as she smiles.
"There's something you're not telling me..." Boze hisses quietly as Wes passes, Courtney and Joven heading off in seperate ways away from Wes.
"N-no! Really! There's no one in this school who can take down Wes..." Logan insists but Boze doesn't loosen her grip on his tie, still not believing him.
"Okay! Maybe Damien but...-" Logan starts and Boze growls, growing impatient with Logan. He lied to her!?
"Where is he!? I thought you said no one in this school could take down him?" Boze hisses and grits her teeth, not caring about making a scene. Mari wanted her to invade this school and gain info, this is how she gains info!
"Damien is probably in the club house. That's technically not in school, just on school grounds" Logan explains casually with a smirk before running away but calling back, "Good luck getting him to help you though!"
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Boze enters what she thinks is the Clubhouse as it's stationed near small wooden houses and she instantly smells cinnamon. Crinkling her nose aand looking around Boze finds no one in the clubhouse, just the evening sun shining through the five small glass windows.
Boze doubts Logan, wondering if he was lying, when a sneeze disturbs her from her thoughts and her attention is brought to a single soft chair with someone sitting diagonally across it.
Readying her fists as she approaches, Boze moves towards to front of the seat to look at the person who just sneezed. Just as she manages to sneak around to the side of the seat and black hair becomes visable the voice of the person casually comments.
"What's taking you so long? I thought you'd be quicker."
"Huh?"
"Oh, so you're here now? What do you want?" He asks, dissinterested and casually leaning back in his seat.
"You are Damien, correct?" Boze asks, trying not to get thrown off by Damiens casual and lazy facade. If he truely is as powerful as Wes or even more powerful she can't let her guard down, he wouldn't be this casual so it must be an act.
"Yeah. And you're Boze." Damien answers, waving his hand in a 'speed-up' movement and catching Boze off-guard in the fact he knows her name., "Now that we're finished with introductions can we please get back to what the hell you want New-Girl?"
"Umm...okay? Well I need to know something first-" Boze starts but Damien cut her off, picking at his nails and consentrating very little on the coversation or her.
"Yes, I am as strong as Wes. No, I will not fight him. Why? I like him, he's useful to me and we need him as a last resort." Damien quickly explains and answers all of Boze's questions, silencing Boze momenteraly.
Damien takes this chance to stretch and sigh, placing a hand at the back of his neck and lying his head back, trying to relax. He is very much acting like the owner of this whole place, ignoring Boze when he feels like it and not taking anything seriously.
It's getting on Boze's nerves.
"So...Why do you need him? Why is he a last resort? For what!?" Boze suddenly finds her voice and rambles, the volume of her being not to Damiens liking and he can feel his rage rising. When Boze gets annoyed she rambles and that annoys Damien, can you see the problem.
Damien closes his eyes and grits his teeth, feeling the heat rise in him and bubble like lava, "Boze, shut up!"
Boze takes a break to look at him, staring at him and his rude words before continuing, "Now what's up with you? Are they experimeting on you? Would you be willing to file a report? Anything you know about this Wes guy? He's shady right?"
"Please...stop..." Damien pleades slightly, gripping the back of his head as the feelings inside him rise but Boze continues, ignoring him.
"I mean what is going on! I'm new here so could you explain literally anything!? Like more about Leaders! What is under Leaders! There are like five statuses in school but all I've heared about is Leaders!? Why!?" Boze rambles and her volume increases.
Damien can't take it anymore and sits up, opening his eyes suddenly and grits his teeth, trying to stop himself from barking at the rambling gurl.
"Listen! I-" Damien shouts at her but is cut off by the school bell, freezing them both and silencing them.
As Boze looks back at Damien she finds him having regained his seemingly natural lazy and aloof attatude, leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes, a smirk on his face as he feel Boze's eyes on him.
"Looks like you were saved by the bell. Come back here tomorrow morning before lessons and we'll talk more okay?" Damien explains and sighs, his breath calm and relaxed. He has a smirk on his face and if Boze wasn't told any better she would think he was just some random aloof idiot.
"Just try to not get yourself killed first aye?" Damien teases and Boze feels heating gathering around her cheeks so she turns her head to try to hide it.
Boze nods hurridly to herself, agreeing with Damiens plan, and looks back at Damien only to find him having dissapeared into thin air.
"Huh? He's gone?" Boze asks herself and pokes the air around and on the chair, checking for Damien.
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zhihua-sasori · 5 years
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Quarantine Failed
The halls of Castrum Aquilonis were rarely quiet. Footsteps echoing down metal floors, the subtle whir of electrical lighting, and the hum of heat generators set a constant ambient industrial din at all hours. It drove Zhi mad the first few weeks she was stationed there, and even after all this time she wasn’t entirely used to it.
Clock in, check notes, check blood supply…
The lights flickered, prompting Zhi to lift her head. The reflection caught against silken strands; a few threads of webbing hung from the air vents. More signs of the spreading infestation she’d report to sanitation and engineering. The medicus pursed her lips.
Why couldn’t it have been diremites? At least their silk is useful for bandages… Maybe kir Dominis was- no, doesn’t matter.
Zhi paused at the vent she’d spooked Iulius at some days prior. A shadow crept along the wall and caught her gaze with the next flicker of lights. Another spider, this one as long as her palm from head to abdomen, skittered down to the floor. She crushed it underfoot before moving on.
We still know nothing. Nothing of their venom. Nothing of their species. Nothing!
The sickening crunch continued with her steps, little bits of spider leaving a trail behind her. The gumming sensation was the worst part, the unerring sticky feel against the metal floor. The medicus looked for the nearest rail to scrape the mass of chitin and arachnid guts off of the sole of her boot. Kick after kick, the corpse continued to clutch her foot. The rattling of steel reverberated down the hall, eventually shaking down to the next vent. More webbing idly drifted from the exhaust port. Zhi’s eyes narrowed.
This wasn’t here an hour ago…
She unsheathed her tantō from beneath her coat and pried the stubborn exoskeleton off her shoe with an audible pop. Rapid, muffled clicking accompanied a gentle gust issuing from the vent. Zhi’s grip on her blade hilt tightened. A tickle caressed her cheek as she eyed the undulating strands of silk. She froze.
How many are there? How far have they gone!?
But when Zhi lifted her hand to brush it away she found only her own hair. She forced a nervous little huff of breath. A pathetic excuse for even the most half-hearted of laughs. Nerves. She had to control them. Zhi steadied her breathing and listened to the vent. She hadn’t imagined the clicking, but it had slowed. The cadence matched her heartbeat. A steady tick… tick… thud.
Thud?
She turned from the vent and scuffed her boot against the floor as she walked, trying in vain to remove the last of the viscous ichor. She turned down the hall, barely taking heed of the distant, slow clicking growing-
…Louder?
A deafening crash: metal grinding against metal, the whine of torsion, a cacophony of screams in the distance. The linkpearl hanging from Zhi’s earring rang out in a clear chime against the rising storm of sounds. The panicked voice of one of the older women in the cohort called through the static:
“Th-This is temporary barracks two, reporting infestatio— Leave him and run!“
Barracks two isn’t far…
She ran, blade in hand. There was no other choice. No other option. The woman’s voice came through again, a response for report.
"This is jen Cred— Bloody shite! Ah-ah, we’re evacuating the barracks! Three M.I.A. presumed K.I.A. R-Running for main barracks, report clear?”
They need a medicus.
“Which direction is your evacuation?”
Is that one of the Shadows?
“Western, on app-“
The reporting jen’s voice was cut, drowned out by a scream before her linkpearl fell unceremoniously silent with a click. Zhi’s heart skipped a beat; another click.
Come back online.
A chill crept down the medicus’ spine as the clicking reverberated in all the halls surrounding her and the ceiling above. She ran faster. Her boots could no longer be heard slamming against the cold metal of the castrum floor. Not over the crack of cemet, not over the screams in the distance.
“This is oen Gregor. We’re fully evacuating, all accounted for. Bypassing main barracks to reinforce hospital.”
Reinforce… oh shit. Were they overrun? Was she running into- no, keep moving.
Zhi careened around the hallway. The clicking had subsided and she leaned against the wall rail to pause for breath. She needed a plan of action, to decide which way out, whether to give in to fight or flight. But first she’d have to center herself. Calm that rapid heart-beat. Focus on the sounds of the castrum, even the unpleasant ones. The hum of the heat generators, the whir of electricity, the constant pace of…
Where are the footsteps? What happened to the shouting?
She stepped forward and a tacky sensation tugged at her palm as it left the rail. The medicus raised her white gloved hand, now stained the color of rust. The woman’s dark gaze trailed to the wall to affirm the thoughts already running through her head. There was enough blood and ichor to paint a mural, but there was no telling how long it had been since the artist left its mark. Zhi brushed her hand off on the side of her boot and continued in the direction of the silenced screams. It was the fastest way past the barracks, and to the hospital ward to join the reinforcements.
Maybe they can get me out of here.
Another ring on the linkpearl. This time a voice all too familiar. Uncle Zheng-
No. Zheng rem Diremite.
“Full Evacuation is in effect, retreat to the docks.”
She didn’t need to hear it twice. The voices relaying information in her ear became little more than a drone. White noise against the uncharacteristic quiet of the castrum. All she needed was to pass a few more maintenance halls, cross the bridge over some generators, and she’d be reach the nearest air dock. Her head was clear, the quiet had given her time to route her escape.
Then why is my heart still racing?
Zhi stopped mid-gait. The woman’s grip on the tanto in her right hand tightened. She crouched, a slow and fluid motion, until the fingertips of her bloodstained glove caressed the familiar metal of one of the kunai strapped to her thigh.
What would Zhao do?
The medicus, the apprentice Shadow, drew the projectile. The kunai flew from her grasp at the arc of the spin on the balls of her feet. She remained low, muscles tensed and ready to dash into a sprint. Zhi breathed a silent prayer that the steel would strike steel. That she was just paranoid.
It didn’t.
She heard the sickening crunch and squelch before her eyes focused on the horde of beady orbs staring back at her. The dim light shone on the blade imbedded now into the raised abdomen of the central spider, a beast roughly the size of a large hound. Its tentative steps were silent, jerking with the stop-motion of a macabre marionette. The rest froze. The prey had caught its predators, and the intervening seconds would decide who now was the hunter and the hunted. The buzzing of the linkshell could wait, everything else around her had to wait.
I can’t die here.
The mudra she had practiced so many times over, the element that had been carved into her own aether with every lesson. Zhi’s rapid hand-signs wove together and a torrential wave washed over the woman’s body and crashed into the arachnid legion. The mass of limbs and chitinous cascaded down the bloodstained hall. She ran, gasping for breath, collecting the energy for the next strike if they followed.
When they follow.
Zhi tuned back into the linkpearl frequency as she ran. She could hear them coming for her. No longer were the spiders engaging in stealth, the halls merely echoed a cacophony of clicking mandibles, skittering legs, and the sloshing waves of her summoned suiton. Another voice through the chaos, one that the young Diremite was more annoyed than relieved to hear:
“Our heroes have reached the transport.”
Can you be serious for once, Chocobozuka!?
Without thought, without hesitation, Zhi kept her tanto raised in front of her. Smaller spiders creeping the wall in the periphery of her vision were bisected as while she ran.  The drenched spiders were gaining pace. No preamble, no feints. These were beasts, not men. Zhi drew another kunai from beneath her jacket and tossed it behind her in her sprint. She skid on her heel once she made it to the bridge, another mudra. Another torrential wave doused into the mass of spiders, but this time it was no better than an annoying spritz as the arachnoid mass careened up the walls and clambered across the ceiling before their drop. Only the ones on par with a housecat in stature were washed away.
They can learn. Fuck.
With grit teeth Zhi brought her hands together once again. The glint of light from both of her thrown weapons prompted the ghost of a smile on the woman’s lips. Blood had stained the walls, and blood had washed into the bristles covering their bodies. A crude conductor of aether, but a conductor all the same.  Another mudra, and a crack of levin was drawn to the makeshift lightning rods formed by the kunai.
Focus.
The summoned raiton arced between the kunai on the largest pair of spiders, prompting a combustion of ichor. Drawn by the gore and pushed by Zhi’s aetherical manipulation, the lightning crashed through the arachnid legion. Those closest to the impact exploded utterly, while the peripheral spiders that had been drenched by the earlier suiton blackened from the shock and heat.
"Maintain defenses. Everyone else, report,” a man’s voice called through the linkshell.
Zhi couldn’t recognize it, couldn’t entirely comprehend what was being asked. Her senses were overwhelmed in the blast. The crack of thunder and the parboiling of invertebrate ichor sang in tandem with the high pitched squeal of steam erupting from chitin carapace and hissing death throes. The stench of electrified gore and ozone inundated the hallway, now burning with a smoky haze. Her entire body trembled from the eruption of power, the high of survival.
Keep moving.
She had three kunai left, her wakizashi and tanto, her conjury wand, and a survival knife in her boot. Zhi silently vowed to slap the next person who criticized her for always traveling armed to the teeth. She heard only the vaguest of clicks behind her, the dying rattles of a few twitching spiders and others in retreat. It was only a short jog to the bridge, she still had the strength to escape.
Do they know I’m still alive?
She fiddled with the device on her ear, leaning on the rail of the overhang for support. Don’t take any chances. A few more breaths, a moment to collect herself. She clicked on the linkpearl:
“Zhi jen Diremite, repor—“
Her body was thrown to the floor concussive force. Another crack, the twist and grind of metal, and the ground was falling beneath her. Zhi’s body was sliding, as was that of whatever had landed on her. She clung to the rail, her tanto falling from her hands as she scrambled to grip for her life. Her eyes followed it clattering down the shattered bridge, setting her eye to eye with another spider. A spider much, much larger than she was.
Oh fuck…
She let go, landing on the spider’s back with a thud. The steely bristles pierced through her jacket, some bending under her weight while others sank into her flesh like barbed needles. She clutched onto the spider’s thick segmentation, pulling and clambering to get a better grasp. If the bridge would fall, better she land on it than vice versa.
I’m going to die. I failed. I’m going to die.
The floor collapsed and they both fell into the chasm of the Castrum’s lower floors. She lost her grasp and the monstrous spider descended faster than she did. The bridge and spider demolished through the paths crisscrossing the lower floors. Pain. Pain was all that registered as her body flopped against one after another, failing to purchase a proper grip to climb back up one of the bridge paths.
She awoke in darkness. Every muscle, every bone in her body ached. How much time had passed? She struggled to pull herself to her knees. There was no more energy left to panic. Zhi was tired, so hurt and tired. She crawled. Desperate to find a corner. Desperate to find somewhere she could make a call for help. The urge to cough burned her lungs, every stretch of her limbs felt like a marathon.
Don’t make a sound-
A heavy weight on her back. A sting. Sharp, piercing, red hot pain in her side. The warmth of her blood, the sensation of injection.
Not a sting.
She clutched at her chest, where her conjury wand was beneath the jacket lining. A pulse of aether… maybe the venom wouldn’t spread.
I can’t feel my legs.
Breathing. It was already a labor. A vague pressure of silken twine. The metal floor was cold against her face as she was dragged.
I failed.
She couldn’t feel her fingers, but her grip remained tight at her coat all the same.
I can’t die here.
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Korean 101
Basic Greetings
안녕하세요 (ahn-nyung-ha-se-yo) — Hello
This can be said at any point in the day, and you can reply to this in exactly the same manner.
반갑습니다 (bahn-gap-seup-ni-da) — Nice to meet you
If you meet someone, especially someone of importance, you can illustrate your respect with this short phrase.
어떻게 지내세요? (uh-dduh-keh  ji-neh-seh-yo?) — How are you?
Just a standard way to inquire about someone’s day. It can be used with those you’ve seen recently or those you haven’t seen in a while.
잘 지내요 (jal-ji-neh-yo) — I am good
A positive response to the above question of “How are you?” and can simply mean that all’s well in your world.
제 이름은 _____ (jeh  ee-reum-un  _____) — My name is _____
A simple way to introduce yourself to anyone.
안녕 (ahn-nyung) / 안녕히 계세요 (ahn-nyung-hee  geh-seh-yo) / 안녕히 가세요 (ahn-nyung-hee gah-seh-yo) — Goodbye
Common Courtesy
감사합니다 (gam-sa-ham-ni-da) — Thank you
This is a formal, all-around safe way to offer your gratitude. Alternatively, you may say 고맙습니다 (go-mahp-seup-ni-da).
천만에요 (chun-mahn-eh-yo) — You’re welcome (formal)
It’s not often that Koreans actually respond to a “Thank you” with a “You’re welcome,” but if you wish to be extra polite, then you can throw in this phrase. Normally, you can respond to thanks with a simple, humble 아닙니다 (ah-nib-nee-da), which means “It’s nothing.”
실례합니다 (shil-leh-hap-nee-da ; polite) / 잠시만요 (jam-shi-mahn-yo ; “wait a moment”) — Excuse me
실례합니다 is a very polite phrase used to get someone’s attention, such as for when you approach a stranger for help. 잠시만요 more or less means “Wait a moment” but can be used for situations such as when you need to push past or be a minor physical hindrance to people.
여기요 (yuh-gi-yo) — Over here
Use this phrase with a raised hand or some kind of physical gesture to get someone to come over to you. This can also be used to flag down a waiter in a restaurant.
죄송합니다 (jweh-sung-hap-nee-da) / ���안합니다 (mi-ahn-hap-nee-da) — I’m sorry
Used for any situation where you need to excuse your behavior. Both ways of saying sorry are formal and have an almost equal amount of weight (are interchangeable).
주세요 (ju-seh-yo) — Please give
Navigating Around and Finding Your Way
왼쪽 (oen-jjok) / 오른쪽 (oh-reun-jjok) / 직진 (jik-jjin) — left / right / straight
These are self-explanatory, and if you’re asking for directions, you’ll most definitely be hearing these words. Make sure you memorize them so you can at least pick up general directions.
길을 잃었어요 (gil-eul  ilh-uht-suh-yo) — I’m lost
The phrase literally means “I lost my way” and will tell any native that you’ll need some navigation help. Follow up with something that will indicate where you’d like to go.
_____ 어디인지 아세요? (_____ uh-di-eehn-ji  ah-seh-yo?) — Do you know where _____ is?
This will be critical anytime you need to locate anything. This phrase isn’t travel-specific, and can be used for most situations where you need to find a location (for example, you can use this phrase at a department store to find a specific shop).
잘 모르겠네요 (jal mo-reu-geht-neh-yo) — I don’t understand
It’s highly likely that you won’t understand every word of Korean you hear, and it’s best to let whoever’s talking to you know that! Many will be kind enough to try and simplify their message for your comprehension.
한국말 잘 못해요 (hahn-guhk-mal  jal  moht-heh-yo) — I don’t speak Korean well
A nice notification that will save you from being bombarded by Korean. Honesty is a good policy when it comes to using a foreign language.
영어 할 수 있어요? (yung-uh  hal  su-eet-suh-yo?) — Do you speak English?
Most Korean natives know some English to be able to help you out in a tough spot, so don’t be afraid to ask!
천천히 말씀해 주세요 (chun-chun-hee  mal-sseum-heh ju-seh-yo) — Please speak slowly
Korean is a rather quickly-spoken language, especially when the speaker is quite emotional (Korean dramas, anyone?). Therefore, use this phrase to politely request a slow-down.
_____ (으)로 가주세요 (ih-roh  gah-ju-seh-yo) — Please take me to _____
If you need a guiding hand, then this will be the phrase to use. You can quickly find people willing to direct you to where you need to go. This phrase can also be used to inform a taxi driver of your destination. (When the place name ends with a consonant, use “으로,” otherwise use “로.”)
화장실이 어디예요? (hwa-jang-shil-ee  uh-di-eh-yo?) — Where is the bathroom?
Dining
_____ 주세요 (_____  ju-seh-yo) — Please give me _____
To order your meal, simply state it and tack on 주세요 afterwards. Short and simple!
메뉴 주세요 (meh-nyu  ju-seh-yo) — Menu, please
More often than not, Korean restaurants won’t have the menu out on the tables. To get one, simply raise your hand and state this phrase.
계산서 주세요 (keh-san-suh  ju-seh-yo) — Bill, please
Waiters in Korean restaurants often will not personally ask if you’ve finished your meal, so once your stomach is satisfied and you’re ready to head out, ask for the bill!
싸 주세요 (ssa  ju-seh-yo) — Please wrap / It’s to-go
If you want wrapped leftovers, you definitely have to let your servers know as they probably will assume otherwise. Note that you’ll likely only get your meal, not any side dishes, packed up.
저 알러지 있어요 (juh  ahl-luh-ji  eet-suh-yo) — I have an allergy
Shopping
_____ 있어요? (eess-uh-yo?) — Do you have _____?
Use this phrase on a store employee if there’s something specific on your mind.
얼마에요? (uhl-mah-eh-yo?) — How much is it?
It’s highly recommended to know how numbers work in Korean, as there are two distinct systems that are used in different contexts. However, if you’re not overly familiar with them, it’s probable that the cashier will be able to tell you the price in English.
카드 받으세요? (kah-deu  bat-euh-seh-yo?) — Do you take credit cards?
South Korea has a high credit card usage rate, so you shouldn’t have a problem if you’re strapped for cash and only have your card on hand.
환불해 주세요 (hwan-bul-heh  ju-seh-yo) — Please give me a refund
Be prepared with a good reason for your request! Even if you’re a foreigner, you’ll still need to explain yourself (and explain well!) to the store employee.
교환해 주세요 (gyo-hwan-heh  ju-seh-yo) — Please give me an exchange
If your shopping purchase is damaged or needs to be switched to fit your needs, then use this phrase to notify the employee. You shouldn’t have a hard time with this request, especially if you have a valid reason.
Emergency Situations
도와주세요! (doh-oah-ju-seh-yo!) — Help!
A straightforward call for assistance. This literally means “Give me help,” to which a proper response might be 도와줄게요 (doh-oah-jeul-ke-yo), which means “I will give you help.”
긴급 상황이에요 (gin-geup-sahng-hwang-ee-eh-yo) — It’s an emergency
Whatever the nature of your problem, this phrase will get you rapid assistance. Consider who exactly you need to help you, whether it’s the police or the paramedics, for example.
경찰 / 경찰을 부르세요 (kyung-chal / kyung-chal-eul  bu-reu-seh-yo) — Police / Call the police
It’s helpful to know that in South Korea, the phone number to contact the police is 112. But in case you don’t have a phone or are in quick need of legal service, saying the above phrase to a native will most likely get the help you need.
병원 (byung-uon) — Hospital
If you say this phrase alone to a native, that could be enough of an alert for them to aid you. If you need quick medical attention and know you need care at a hospital, then use this phrase.
여기가 아파요 (yuh-gi-gah  ah-pah-yo) — It hurts here
This is useful for any injury you receive that needs to be treated. Along with this phrase, point to where exactly you feel pain.
의사가 필요해요 (uie-sah-gah  pil-yo-he-yo) — I need a doctor
Along with the word for hospital, this is good to know if there’s ever a possibility that you need professional care. It’s possible someone will call an ambulance for you, should the situation be dire, but you should also know that the Korean phone number for the fire brigade and ambulance services is 119.
Miscellaneous
화이팅! or 파이팅! (hwa-ee-ting! or pa-ee-ting!) — Fighting!
Slang used for encouragement, you can passionately exclaim this to boost one’s morale. It’s usually accompanied with a firm shake of the fist.
괜찮아요 (gwaen-chanh-ah-yo) — It’s okay
The equivalent to the English “It’s fine.” You can say this in a multitude of situations, such as expressing the state of your physical health or accepting a certain circumstance.
진짜요? (jin-jja-yo?) — Really?
Just in case you need some extra affirmation about something. This phrase is also commonly used as an exclamatory statement.
안 돼요 (ahn-dwae-yo) — It doesn’t work/It cannot (be)/No way
This phrase differs slightly in meaning depending on the context. You can use it for a variety of situations, from talking about a dysfunctional washing machine to adamantly denying a particular circumstance.
재미있어요 (jeh-mi-eess-uh-yo) — It’s fun
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First game of Ghost Recon Wildlands online. I load in and my team is getting bodied by the military in the area. I tried rushing over to help, but ended up dying as well. We all respawn and i get into a van and back up so my teammates can join me. As i watch one jump in, another strapped c4 to it and killed us before i could jump out. These shenanigans persisted for a few minutes before i left since only oen of the two others was agreeing to kick this shithead. And thats why i hate playing with random people online.
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Guys I’m worried. I didn’t think I would be. I mean it’s not lie there are any surprises here and the Woodpecker Detective’s Office is hardly my favourite series. It’s not even my favourite of the season. It’s like in 3rd place. And I’m only watching 3 shows!
And yet here I am, worried and actually a little sad. It’s telling when my least favourite show of a season (I’m only watching 3) makes me care enough about it’s characters that I can feel genuine sadness at heir fate. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
As you may (or most likely may not) remember, Ishikawa and Kyosuke are still arguing for…wel.. it’s a bit complicated. As a side note, it seems that the only way to make me remember characters names is to name them after historical authors. How bougie of me!
At the core the fight is about a clash of values and perceptions. Ishikawa essentially  sold off Oen into marriage to a rich man. Having no father to do so for her this wasn’t exactly uncommon. Still from Kyosuke’s perspective Ishikawa essentially acted as a pimp and sent away a woman who was in love with him and followed his wishes out of those emotions so that he could enrich himself. A purely selfish act that also happened to take advantage of someone else’s love. And very disappointing behavior from a friend.
From Ishi’s pint of vue, he helped a woman he was rather fond of find a secure and better life with someone that could provide for her n a way he never could. And both he and Oen discussed and agreed on the terms together. Maybe she did feel a little obligated to him but ultimately Ishi really did believe it was a mutually beneficial situation, better for her than him even, and doesn’t understand how it’s anyone else’s business.
See, complicated. And difficult to really parse. Is confort more important than love? The answer is probably different for everyone. And you can’t say one is right or wrong. Let’s remeber that comfort here means being able to eat. Pretty important comfort and all.
I didn’t get any screenshots of te apparently dedicated back scrubbers in straps. I’m sure they were historically accurate and all but it was a strange view.
The episode itself gave us Ishi’s ridiculous plan to mend his friendship with Kyosuke. After the case of a gentleman thief having stolen 5000 yen (a lot of money at the time) makes the rounds, Ishikawa concocts this elaborate prank to make Kyosuke think he’s solved the crime. It’s a little convoluted but not bad. There were enough connecting threads to make it sort of work and it made me smile so I call it a pass.
Had it been the actual crime I would have rolled my eyes a bit. However, in the context of a precise little mystery created specifically to be solved by someone the author knows very well, it worked.
The idea was that the fun of the adventure and the elation of having solved the mystery would put Kyosuke in a good enough mood to forgive his friend and they could go back to how things were.
Bear in mind that Ishikawa really doesn’t think he’s done anything wrong and yet he is still willing to be the one asking for forgiveness. This may actually come from the fact that he usually is the one at fault so he may just be used to asking for forgiveness. It’s like his default position. But it may also be  sign that he cares about his friend more than he lets on. Not only that but he spent a lot of money on that prank (I’m glad they addressed that!). For a guy so perpetually broke and in search of money as Ishikawa, investing such a large sum just to give his friend a fun day or two, is a huge gesture!
If you’re into that sort of thing, Akutagawa heavily insinuated tha Kyosuke may have some romantic feelings for Ihikawa, which is why he took the idea of Ishi just giving away someone who loves him so badly. I don’t care about this. First it was super obvious without having a character spell it out and second I think the show woefully underuses Akutagawa and should not have included him. I’ve mentioned it before but I do really love the way he wrote and I’m sad that every time  see him in shows he’s a weirdo who watches others be brilliant.
You know that he actual Osamu Dazai considered Akutagawa to be a genius and his idol.
Wow that was a weird out of nowhere rant. Almost like I’m avoiding something.
Throughout the episode the show heavily foreshadows Ishikawa’s failing health. With a cough of all things. Well of course with a cough. Takuboku Ishikawa dies of tuberculosis after all. It’s not like you can change that. But with everything that’s happening it does hit surprisingly close to home and I’m surprised no one thought to maybe omit that part.
The again, it might not be possible. There are still quite a few episodes to go though so he may hang around for some time but by the closing scene, things were starting to look grim.
And I’m a little sad. Which makes no sense. We all knew this was going to happen. I already knew about the actual Ishikawa’s short life as well. It’s not like the show hasn’t made it amply clear where it was heading. And it’s messy and uneven which means I haven’t been able to bond to the characters as much as I could have. Or at least I thought so… Maybe I’m getting soft. That’s o.k. Soft is good, and comfy.
Woodpecker Detective’s Office Ep.7 – Oh No… Guys I'm worried. I didn't think I would be. I mean it's not lie there are any surprises here and the Woodpecker Detective's Office is hardly my favourite series.
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