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600shekels · 10 months

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2 Chronicles 24: 7-16. "The Shame."

7 Now the sons of that wicked woman Athaliah had broken into the temple of God and had used even its sacred objects for the Baals.

8 At the king’s command, a chest was made and placed outside, at the gate of the temple of the Lord.

9 A proclamation was then issued in Judah and Jerusalem that they should bring to the Lord the tax that Moses the servant of God had required of Israel in the wilderness.

10 All the officials and all the people brought their contributions gladly, dropping them into the chest until it was full.

11 Whenever the chest was brought in by the Levites to the king’s officials and they saw that there was a large amount of money, the royal secretary and the officer of the chief priest would come and empty the chest and carry it back to its place. They did this regularly and collected a great amount of money.

12 The king and Jehoiada gave it to those who carried out the work required for the temple of the Lord. They hired masons and carpenters to restore the Lord’s temple, and also workers in iron and bronze to repair the temple.

13 The men in charge of the work were diligent, and the repairs progressed under them. They rebuilt the temple of God according to its original design and reinforced it.

14 When they had finished, they brought the rest of the money to the king and Jehoiada, and with it were made articles for the Lord’s temple: articles for the service and for the burnt offerings, and also dishes and other objects of gold and silver.

As long as Jehoiada lived, burnt offerings were presented continually in the temple of the Lord.

15 Now Jehoiada was old and full of years, and he died at the age of a hundred and thirty. 16 He was buried with the kings in the City of David, because of the good he had done in Israel for God and his temple.

The lust for power, Athaliah, infected the Temple. Politicians began treating citizens like prey animals, and war broke out. The problem is always the same, corrupt politicians that view false glory and violence as cohorts in the accumulation of wealth. This almost always aggravates, enrages, then bankrupts the people and they revolt.

Things get better, then they get worse. Revolution, then involution all the time. The Tanakh says we are not to permit the she-lion, Athaliah to enter our government and breed with a rotten king and squeeze out more nasty lion cubs who do the same thing as their parents.

We are instead to be constant in our ideals so the circular rampart of human evolution turns heavenward instead of towards war. It is not enough to Atone and follow the Beersheba and then the Decrees for a season, then forget as soon as there is an election.

To continually prepare society to maintain its value system through the Jewish Religion is through an act of God called Yud, "the Power Held in One's Hands."

The Gematria, derived from 11, returns 13-265, גבוה‎ "To get High" with the message:

All The Men We Got Well Theyre Goin Down The Drain All Stripped Down All Stripped Down And When I See Your Sadness On A River Of Shame All Stripped Down All Stripped Down.

The value In Gematria Is 13265.

To obtain power, one must empty the chest of all the ideas, delusions, and attachments that are preventing the real Religion from "pushing" the attributes of the soul outward. The Torah and Tanakh are like divine religious colonic machines, they suck the crap out by flooding the mancave, the heart, with sparkling fresh.

As the Attributes of God are assimilated, aspects of one's inhumanity exit. This takes time, which is why it is called a burnt offering, and this requires shame, which has to come from the outside.

Shaming, in fact. is the only way human beings can be made to change.

This section mentions men of iron and bronze, who no longer behave shamefully took over the rebuilding of the Temple and manned the chest. They looked after its heart because they could be trusted to do it. Anyone who follows the leadership of men such as these, who can be shaped by the Instructions and then show results, are the ones qualified to do this.

13 The men in charge of the work were diligent, and the repairs progressed under them. They rebuilt the temple of God according to its original design and reinforced it.

As long as the Assembly gives birth to men such as these, there should no longer be elections or electorates present to goof things up:

As long as Jehoiada lived, burnt offerings were presented continually in the temple of the Lord.

But first, the shame.

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kendracreamer · 1 year

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Inherited Heritage: Home of Gabriela Silang

Old. Dirty. Cruddy.

These will be the words that you will surely utter if you’re going to have a glance at the rugged ancient building that is still standing amidst the vast area that is located on the historical place of Ilocos Sur. Many years have passed, but its foundation continues to be a living proof that it was strongly built on the great time of our beloved ancestors and the pillars of this unornamented house have contributions in the history of the willed and determined blood of the Ilocanos. Amidst its decayed portions, there are stories that were left behind, across the intricate designs of this old house there are still a lot of untold mysteries, and across its location, there was once a brave woman who roamed around its four corners and she who shed her heart, soul and mind as a gift of love to her comrades, her people and to her beloved country.

The wide door that was bruised with imperfections will surely catch your sense of sight. Like a fighter who just won a great battle, the bricks seemed so lonely for losing its firm structure but it is a living proof that hope is eternal. Having a single peek at the intricate patterns of the ceiling down to the rotten floor will melt your heart due to the saddening atmosphere and carved on the sides of the walls are unique patterns which added vibrancy to the house’s atmosphere. Located on the spacious field of Candon City, Ilocos Sur is an ancient centuries-old building that is owned by Don Miguel Carino, grandfather of a great woman in our history.This stunning building is the birthplace of woman that is clothed with strength, determination and power that was built during the 1700’s and it is one of the biggest structure in the city. She is a well-known Filipina because of her bravery during the regime of the Spaniards over Philippines that brought her name to be one of the most adored Filipina in our modern society today. She is a genuine Candonian but her name bloomed in another place because she left his home during her childhood days, she is an illegitimate child but this didn’t stopped her from showing her fearlessness, bravery and prowess in leading a rebellion against the Spaniards. Her story as a simple person who showed bravery and determination to stand up on her own must be adored and is worthy of great praises, coming not just from the Ilocanos, but from all the Filipinos.

As a sign of gratitude and appreciation to the courage of this proud Ilocana, the national government alloted a big amount of money that aims to restore and refurbish this building where it all started. Surely, home is the greatest place on this majestic world, much more to the home of a native Ilocana who used her strength and offered her only life for our present lives, free from the hands of cruelty. It is in this house, where Gabriela took her first step as a tough woman who fought for the liberation of our motherland from the wicked hands of the enemy. Restoring this , is a great manifestation that the present government is trying to give importance to the hardships and sacrifices of this heroine who didn’t do nothing but to risk her life over and over again, thus, it is part of our great history, especially to the culture of the Ilocanos.This structure may be useless to the sight of all the people who are blind to the contributions that she imparted on our history, but this is everything, for all the people who have witnessed her ordinary and simple life inside this mysterious ancient house.

Surely, a simple token of gratitude is not enough to show how grateful the Ilocanos are for the passion and love that she rendered to her beloved place, but giving importance to the place where she was born and raised could be the greatest gift that we can offer to her. She may be at the hands of our Almighty Father right now, but she will always be remembered for her dauntless soul. This is the beauty of being an Ilocano. In sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, until death do us part, we are all here for a single purpose, to watch the transformation of this ancient house, the home of Gabriela Silang, the home of the Ilocanos. And I hope, we will soon utter these words; Majestic. Peculiar. Astonishing.

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c4llm3h4ru · 3 years

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TROORS- Class L Side cannons #1

Magne had a last wish, see Milli one last time, to apologize for what happened on the Summer camp. Yuri granted this wish. And Magne died once again, in her son's arms.

The last thing Milli asked for Magne was for her to cut his hair. She did, Milli finally felt free.

Hyuko is a hugger, he can smell someone's blood like this, but people act really afraid around him. On his birthday, Anjou gave him a hug as a gift, and their classmates were presented with a teeny tiny smile from the coldest boy from the school. Soon after he was given the title of best hugs.

Elijah can't see people, but when Nekoshi is nervous, he always knows

Elijah is also good at finding people with the third eye, without having to deal with headaches, looking for vital signs instead. He knew before everyone that Midnight needed help, he was losing her heartbeat signs.

Nekoshi usually morphs to a panther, but her quirk gives her a variety of felines to choose. She doesn't need to morph tho, it jusy give hes an advantage. Specially if she is too anxious to talk in public, "morph to kitty, hide in bag."

Anjou is terrified to touch her brother. Her quirk is adaptative, she had to pass through many fisical damage on a young age so her quirk wouldn't kill her, but Tomura is already immune to his quirk, she doesn't know if she can destroy his resistance

Oumei lost so much when she lost her father, that in some way, she lost the father-daughter bond she had with him. But with Hawks, or with Hyuko, She would show emotions, like a human. She feels free around them, unlike with Jin. She feels guilty, but she can't force these bonds. Jin knows that.

For quite some time, Anjou lived in the streets, she has some memories of not having something to eat everyday.

Anjou used to have silent cease fire agreements with her brother, where they would go somewhere to kill time. Their relationship grew quite strong as time passed. Tomura learned to care about her, And Anjou remembered what was like to have a brother. They didn't hate it. And that's one of the reasons why it hurt so much when she had to shoot him.

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draven-imani · 3 years

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Journal 5 (Part 2)

So. Yeah. Commander Irabeth Tirabade gave me a temporary field promotion. Although she said there wasn’t much of the Raven Corps left to speak of at the moment. Apparently, a certain Golden Boy had commandeered as many people as he could convince to come with him on a mad quest into the Worldwound after the attack and our group fell underground. He has an entire legion following him, which he dubbed the Silver Legion. She said it was likely he’d be back soon for a supply run.

Damn. I always knew Leto would go far. But to rally the troops on his own without any preestablished backing and just…go for it? I don’t know how he does it. We walked the same path and yet somehow he’s always been in a completely different league than me. I don’t envy him, not in the slightest. I’m in awe, more like. It’s like looking at the sun. It’s incomprehensible.

Ah. I wish he were here instead of there, though. He’d know how to handle this whole ‘Acting Captain’ thing. I feel in over my head already. I don’t want a position of power. I don’t want people’s lives in my hands. I only thought I wanted to go up the ranks when I was an idealistic kid with no idea what that meant. Now…the idea of giving the order that gets someone killed sickens me…

But if Commander Tirabade is the one who gives me that responsibility, I don’t think I’ll be able to say no.

I was starting to doubt…a lot, the last couple of days, honestly. Everything about Luna threw things into question. And then we found out Baphomet cultists infiltrated the church. And then Auriel died. And then I first talked to Radiance…and heard their threats. The threats from a holy weapon that sounded like they should have come from a demon. That stung. That shook me.

But then we met Irabeth Tirabade. And even in person she represents everything I have ever strived to be. Both in the sense of a former Raven Corps member who pulled herself out and into a position to actually be of use to the world, but also in the sense of how an Iomedae worshipper should carry themselves. She’s noble and strong and honorable, but she’s not quite so stuck in her ways as Auriel was, she seems to see things the way they are, and have been in the past, and she seems to be willing to admit when things are rotten and need to be fixed. I respect her. A lot. I…don’t want to disappoint her.

Aaaaand that means, if she gives me a responsibility, I have to rise to the task…even if I really really reeeeeeeeally don’t want to.

Commander Tirabade told me to give her a full report of everything that had happened. Which is exactly what I’d been keeping this journal for. So I gave her my report, and had the others chime in where my memory or note taking didn’t serve adequately. Then I showed her Radiance. I didn’t really think about it, because I thought since she was a paladin that Radiance wouldn’t be quite so ‘I’m going to flay you alive’. Or maybe I just wasn’t thinking, because she was Irabeth Tirabade and I’m dumb. That’s more likely. Anyways Radiance started burning her hands, so I quickly took them back.

And I may have admonished them out loud for doing that. To which Radiance basically asked ‘what part of chosen wielder don’t you understand?’ which…fair, but I guess I kind of thought Radiance was the one deciding whether or not to start hurting someone for touching it with how they’d worded it last time. I didn’t think it just happened.

The others were looking at me like I was crazy and asked if I was talking to my sword. So then I had to explain that Radiance is a magic intelligent weapon and also really picky about who wields them.

(And I got a little off track figuring out Radiance’s pronouns here. The answer boiled down to ‘I don’t conform to your mortal view of gender, call me whatever you want’, so I’m sticking with they since it’s neutral. Must be nice being a formless weapon spirit who can just give a copout answer like ‘I don’t conform to your mortal view of gender’. I’d not conform to my mortal view of gender if I could, but I have a flesh prison with all that gender-y stuff that comes with it.)

So then one of them, I forget who, commented about me being the chosen wielder of Radiance. And I think I laughed. I corrected them. No, I wasn’t the chosen wielder. The others pointed out I was wielding them, it sure looked like I was. So I explained what Radiance had already explained to me. That Auriel had been meant to wield them. That I was only holding them now because Auriel didn’t make it this far, and because Auriel’s soul vouched for me.

Commander Tirabade gave her condolences to us about Auriel, and asked that I tell her as much as I could about him later, as someone was going to give a eulogy for all who had been lost in the battle against the demons soon and she would make sure given his heroic sacrifice that he was given the send off he deserved.

Then Anevia rejoined the conversation, having been listening in on the sword talk. She called Irabeth over and asked her about the sword she had lied about selling. Anevia proved even with a sweet voice and a smile to be scarier than the much larger and more fearsome looking commander. Commander Tirabade admitted that she had sold her sword in exchange for an anniversary gift for Anevia. A potion that permanently changes one’s gender.

Aaaaand looking back I really hope the talk about pronouns was not uncomfortable, I was legitimately trying to be polite to the sword, despite Radiance never once extending the same courtesy to me.

Anyways.

By the end the Commander determined that it would be a good idea for us to continue taking out the safehouses, but she had another mission for us as well once that was done. Something big. She told us that another of Deskari’s generals was on her way here—the witch Arelu Vorlesh. We had heard rumors of this from drifters on the streets as well. The crusaders had managed to get information that Deskari’s cult had holed up in Old Kenabres, making a stronghold of a temple to the Inheritor known as the Grey Garrison. There was a piece of the wardstone left still intact, and Arelu was coming to corrupt it. If she was successful, the Commander believed Arelu was going to turn the wardstone into a weapon that would decimate the crusaders on the battlefield.

With that in mind, she had a librarian from the Blackwing come forward with a magical rod. I’m not one for the arcane, but Hiskaria sounded extremely in awe and almost equally disturbed by the implications of the rod, a ‘rod of cancellation’. The important part I gathered was that if Hiskaria used the rod on the wardstone, then it would destroy it.

Melody was hesitant, wondering if there was any way to eventually fix the wardstone and restore the barrier to save the city. Commander Tirabade said no. It had been created hundreds of years ago, when times were less turbulent, and with divine intervention. We had neither the means nor the time, and every moment we left the wardstone intact was a moment Arelu could return to attempt to corrupt it to her own purposes. Better that it was destroyed than in enemy hands.

We agreed. The Commander said that she would not order this strike until we had cleared out all of the safehouses, so that they had nowhere to fall back to, and no reinforcements to call upon, or else the strike would be a suicide mission. But once we had finished ridding the city of their other bases of operations, she would have an army march on the main forces of Deskari, drawing their attention, while our small strike force took the Grey Garrison.

With a plan in place, we decided that today we would at least take down one more safehouse before we rested. I was the only one really in need of any rest, and Commander Tirabade offered that the clerics of the crusades were at our disposal before we left so that we would not have to use our own limited supplies. Once my remaining injuries from those blasted vultures were healed, we set out.

We came upon some looters, who had overturned the caravan of a handful of survivors and were picking through it. We discussed, and decided we didn’t particularly want to kill these guys, just spook them. So Luna pulled up her hood and donned her Butcher persona, then went after the looters, threatening that she would add them to her pile of the dead if they didn’t abandon this cart to her. It worked, and they fled for their lives.

Luna removed her hood and we approached the survivors. They were frightened after that display, but glad to have their supplies back. We pointed them in the direction of Defender’s Heart and gave them the passcode, and told them to let them know we’d sent them, as we’d seen a number of refugees being housed safely there.

After that we continued on our way, until we came upon the Tower of Estrod. From the note we’d gotten off Hosilla, there was a passcode, “I’ve new material for the archives”. Since we knew this, and we knew Hosilla’s face, we formed a plan. Melody was able to use the magic of her scale of Trendalor to disguise herself as Hosilla. I was to pretend to be one of the Baphomet worshippers who was a false Iomedaen. And Luna was merely being a more exaggerated version of herself, using her infamy as the Butcher of Balestreet to her advantage. Hiskaria didn’t want to go inside and be stuck in close quarters, so she remained outdoors on lookout, listening for any sign of things going badly. After some discussion, Melody had handed off Auriel’s scale to Hiskaria, and explained how it worked to her. The scales couldn’t be used together, so Melody needed to hand it off regardless, and it seemed right that since Hiskaria was going to be helping us for the foreseeable future, she should be the one to hold it. And as an archer the levitation ability it granted would be of more use to her than to any of us.

With a plan in mind, the three of us walked into the proverbial lion’s den. Two cultists of Baphomet were lounging about on the bottom floor. Believing they recognized Melody as Hosilla, they let us in, and told us to meet with a man on the upper floor by the name of Faxon. We followed Melody’s lead, and went up the stairs. At the top of the tower, we found a tiefling with a scorpion upon his shoulder. He spoke smugly to ‘Hosilla’, and had a very…slimy feel about him. I got the impression that he and Hosilla were not on good terms, perhaps even that Stauton Vhagn pit them against each other and that’s why he was having Hosilla check up on him, just to rub salt in the wound. Unfortunately, Melody didn’t quite know how far to press, and backed down too soon, after making her ‘report’, agreeing to return downstairs with little bite back. When questioned about what I knew, I did the safe thing and pled ignorance, claiming to merely be Hosilla’s guard and not someone in a position to have information. When asked, Luna said she was just there for the kills, nothing more nothing less.

As Melody went to have us return downstairs, Faxon called Luna back to him. I had a bad feeling, but Luna shrugged it off and said to go on without her. Melody decided that maybe we could take out the cultists downstairs quietly while he had whatever discussion he wanted with her. I agreed, although we never got the chance. When we reached the bottom of the stairs, the sound of violence broke out upstairs, and the two downstairs were alerted that something was amiss. Melody and I decided it would be best for us to guard the stairs and make sure these two couldn’t sneak up on Luna from behind first before going upstairs to try to help her finish with Fenox.

I took care of one of the cultists swiftly, with Radiance spurring me on, the both of us eager to put an end to the evils of these worshippers of the Minotaur. The sounds upstairs began to die down, as Melody took a stab at the other from the stairs with Hosilla’s glaive. He tried to flee. Melody wasn’t going to allow that. She leapt from the stairs, and with far less regard for a glaive that isn’t her family’s sentimental one, she used it to pole-vault at the cultist, landing behind him and swinging around to stab at him once again. Still he was up. He almost made it to the door.

Just in time for Hiskaria to open the door and shoot an arrow in his face.

Somehow by some twisted luck he was still going, but Melody caught up with him once again, and maaaay have decided to show off a little to our new companion as she leapt in the air and skewered the man, finally dead.

All was quiet. I was about to be concerned about what might have happened to Luna, but then Hiskaria told me about the absolutely ridiculously amazing one sided one on one ‘fight’ she’d had with Fenox. As if I should have been worried about Luna. Hiskaria had heard the commotion and used the scale to levitate up so she’d she the last half of the fight. The upper floor didn’t have a roof, so she had been intending to shoot an arrow right into the other tiefling’s skull, but it ended up not being necessary.

See, there was a wall bisecting that room, with a door. He’d shut and locked the door to put it between him and Luna when things started looking bad. Luna had shown yet again just how little walls meant to the Butcher of Balestreet when she used the glaive she’d been holding holding for show as a means to pull herself up and over, then came down on Fenox with her axe. The Butcher one, Baphomet zero.

We met with her upstairs, where we found a shrine to Baphomet and a minotaur shaped object on the wall that was causing the room to be desecrated by its mere presence. There was also a treasure chest, so we decided that while the others went through the loot, I was going to take Radiance and have a bit of fun.

It took some time, that minotaur head was damned sturdy. But when it did break, Radiance’s voice echoed through the room. It wasn’t just me that heard it that time, but everyone. Their voice faded after only a moment. The others seemed a little shaken by that. I don’t really blame them. Radiance is…a lot. They’ve gone back to just being in my head now, which is probably for the best. Them quieting down entirely would probably be better, but I’m not lucky enough to have a normal holy sword that doesn’t demand the blood of demons and cultists as we fight. Ah, well. At least we agree on who our enemies are.

The chest had holy symbols and the favored weapons of multiple faiths, pointing towards the cult’s penchant for infiltration. We decided we would return them to the clerics at Defender’s Heart. Looking back I kind of wish I’d asked if they’d be okay with me keeping one. My wooden holy symbol’s seen a lot of use, and isn’t exactly the sturdiest material. Silver to match Leto’s wouldn’t have hurt. Ah, well. Hindsight and all that.

We were feeling really good after how well that went. We’d been planning on calling it a day after the tower, but since we’d used virtually none of our resources we agreed that unless we ran into particularly nasty trouble on the road we should try to clear out Topaz Solutions, report back to the Commander, and prepare to storm the Grey Garrison tomorrow.

Topaz Solutions was quite a bit farther than the tower had been from Defender’s Heart. Which meant more time for attacks from demons or other things lurking about.

First we were attack by two barbed creatures which made a terrible howling noise. Their barbs were painful when we got too close, but we cleared them out quickly enough with little trouble to speak of. No one ended up with any of the barbs stuck in them, which was a blessing. That could have proven difficult.

Then…we came to Balestreet. The demons had left the street as much a gory horror scene as one might have expected of Luna’s namesake. Here, two cultists of Baphomet tried to ambush us. Big mistake. Luna decided she was eager to make true to her nickname, and took her axe to them. They didn’t go down.

Then two arrows went straight through them, ice burst from one’s injuries, and both fell dead on the road. Hiskaria looked a bit sheepish, asking Luna if she shouldn’t have done that, since Balestreet was supposed to be Luna’s thing. Luna shrugged it off, saying it worked either way.

Remind me not to get on the bad side of the ladies in our group, they can cut quite the fearsome characters.

With that we were on our way, the rest of the walk to Topaz Solutions uneventful. The apothecary was being looted by a couple of thugs when we arrived. Luna decided to do her thing and scared them off with a few threats from the Butcher. Then we started looking around. The looters had taken anything of value, but Luna after some poking around found some ‘really nice door technology’, and opened a secret passage that led into a hidden basement. Luna and Melody snuck down first.

After a minute of waiting, Hiskaria and I heard Luna and Melody call us down, saying there was a strange mechanical doll and an image on the wall they couldn’t identify. I went down first. As Melody stepped forward to let me in, the minotaur head on the wall began to speak. It taunted us, saying it hoped we were Iomedaens so that this surprise from Baphomet wouldn’t go to waste. Then the doll began moving, and smashed a bottle, releasing a small plant creature.

There was also some kind of…gas I think? Something was in the chamber after that which was causing us various issues. Melody and I both started finding it hard to breath for instance—not so much that we were suffocating, but enough that we were wheezing and likely would have been unable to easily move stealthily.

Worse was that plant. It was in a thick patch of vines that it could move through with ease but which we struggles in. It screamed in such a way that it caused both Melody and Hiskaria to become nauseous, forcing them to flee upstairs to safety and leaving me and Luna to deal with it by ourselves. And it was small and tricky, dodging around many of our attacks in the most frustrating manner. Luna did finally squash the blasted thing, and I went over to the minotaur head and broke whatever the device was that was releasing gas into the room.

Then we searched the room and found a chest with a mocking note claiming we deserved a reward for besting the trap. Within were a number of stolen holy symbols. Luna stopped us from taking them, noting that they were covered in a contact poison.

I have decided I rather dislike this Igon Topaz, and do hope he survived the attack on the city. If only so that I may someday bring judgement upon him myself.

With all three safehouses cleared out, we’ve returned to Defender’s Heart for the night. We reported back to the Commander, and we spent some time unwinding and preparing for tomorrow. There are some merchants set up so we were able to get some supplies. And, more importantly, we got some drinks.

And even more importantly, Leto’s back.

He showed up while we were making preparations, all smiles and charm as always. He thought I’d died in a pit, I thought he’d been killed by demons, same old same old.

He looked amazing. He’s been doing well for himself. He really was the picture of a paladin in that silver armor riding up on a holy steed. Although I guess to him I must have looked maybe a little impressive with the holy sword Radiance at my side. Ah, if only he could have a conversation with them, he’d quit being impressed real quick.

Leto played up his knight in shining armor role well, flirted with Hiskaria even though she’s twice his age and a convicted murderer, and got on well with Melody. He…did not get on well with Luna. He tried, certainly, at first, but then she threw some misplaced insults about him being Raven Corps which I corrected, and then she brought up how all the reports of her being a murderer are vastly exaggerated by the Raven Corps and…it was just all around awkward, I think.

So then he introduced us to his horse, Charles, instead. He got a kick out of the fact he’d given his holy mount such a mundane name instead of something more heroic like—

Hold up. Charles.

Charlie.

Chalie Horse.

…that blasted tiefling, I’m going to wring his neck next time I see him.

I can’t decide if I’m mad about the pun, mad I didn’t catch it when we were talking about it, or mad that I didn’t think of it first.

Named his holy steed a pun, the nerve of that man...I wonder if anyone else has caught on. Commander of the Silver Legion, Leto Jules, the tiefling so charismatic he managed to sway 50,000 people to his banner…named his holy steed Charlie Horse. Inheritor help me I don’t know what to do with him.

Or how to outdo that.

Which is frustrating.

Oh well. What’re you going to do? Some days you find out your brother is not just still alive but now leading a legion on the back of a horse named Charlie and you just roll with it.

I’m glad he’s okay.

His Silver Legion is going to be joining the fight against the main forces tomorrow while our strike force goes into the Grey Garrison. So that’s more for me to worry about. But Leto’s always been a lucky bastard unlike me. He’ll be fine.

After the fact Melody, Hiskaria, and Luna decided it was really important to whisper amongst themselves and to send me away. So apparently it’s rumor time again. Yay. I’m fairly certain with them it would be nothing bad…but I can’t fathom what they could have possibly been whispering about. I suppose if they think Leto and I are related by blood it could have been about that, if they think I share his demonic bloodline…but Hiskaria is a tiefling as well, I see little reason why they would need to be secretive about it if that were the case. And quite frankly Leto and I don’t look alike. At all. Even if he weren’t golden, we don’t share even close to the same features. So I don’t think we could be mistaken for blood relatives.

I don’t know, and there’s really no use in speculating. It’s growing late, and we have a temple to siege in the morning.

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theexistentiallyqueer · 4 years

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It’s been a while, what with me being being more active on Twitter these days, but I had some thoughts churning around in my brain and this felt like a better place to post them rather than threading them over there.

This is a post about Persona 5 and restorative justice. Before I go any further, though, a note: this is meta about restorative justice and prison abolition as ethical philosophies only, how it can be expressed/structured in works of fiction, i.e., Persona 5 and Persona 5 Royal, and what the importance of doing so is.

I should also note that I am not a philosopher, a legal scholar, or an activist, I just like to read, and I strongly encourage you to look into the topics I’m discussing in this essay. If you want specific recommendations you can DM me; again, this being meta about a video game, I think linking those titles here would diminish their importance regarding what they’re actually about.

Ready? Okay. Let’s get started.

what is restorative justice?

‘Restorative justice’ is a concept in ethical and legal philosophy that holds itself in contrast to two other kinds of justice: punitive and carceral. Punitive justice is justice as punishment, i.e., an eye for an eye, while carceral justice involves justice as the confinement of criminal offenders. While both have heavy overlaps with one another, they’re distinct in the generality vs the specificity of their outcome: punitive justice can involve the death penalty, property seizure, permanent loss of rights, etc., carceral justice refers strictly just to the incarceration of criminal offenders in institutional facilities (jails, prisons, etc.).

Restorative justice, in contrast, roots itself in the understanding of closing a circle: the best and most holistic way to heal harm one person inflicts on another is to have the person who inflicted the harm make reparations to the person they hurt in a tangible and meaningful way. This can take many forms, and if you’re passingly familiar with restorative justice already, you may have heard about it involving the offender and the victim meeting face-to-face. This does happen sometimes. Personal acknowledgement of the harm you’ve inflicted on someone is important, and direct apologies are important, but these need to also be coupled with actions. The person behind a drunk hit-and-run of a parent could help put their orphaned child through school, or a domestic abuser could be made to take counseling and go on to help deter domestic violence in other households, and so on.

The vast majority of states across the world use punitive/carceral models, though small-scale community trials of restorative justice have been attempted, to varying degrees of success. No one is going to argue that it would be easy to implement, but it is important. Restorative justice is about recognizing that crime, specifically crimes against other people, are fundamentally still about two people: the perpetrator and the victim. And we have to look beyond the words perpetrator and victim to recognize that they are both human beings and challenge ourselves to build a society where our concept of justice means healing hurts instead of retaliation.

It’s not easy, but it is possible. It requires changing your own perceptions of justice and humanity and society and the big wide entire world to have the kind of mindset that allows it to be possible. But it is possible, and I know that from personal experience, because it’s my own mindset and I’ve been through trauma too.

prison abolition and the god of control

Persona 5 has an authority problem. By which I mean, Persona 5 has a problem challenging authority in any way that functionally matters.

The game is drenched in heavy-handed prison imagery, from jail cells to wardens to striped jumpsuits to cuffs and chains to an electric chair. Throughout the long build-up of the main storyline we’re treated to a confectionery delight of punitive justice, stick-it-to-the-man justice: the Thieves find a bad guy who coincidentally has personally hurt or is actively hurting one of their members, and they take it upon themselves to make the bad guy miserable and then send him off to jail. By the end of the arc you’re meant to feel like you accomplished something heroic, that by locking someone up you’re balancing the scales of justice. In the Kamoshida arc Ann even frames this in restorative justice terms, telling him he doesn’t deserve the easy way out of ending his own life and needs to live with his mistakes and repent, but he’s still sent off to jail regardless and Ann and Shiho are left to struggle through the trauma he put them through without anyone to really support them. This repeats itself, over and over: Madarame, Kaneshiro, Okumura, Shido--expose the bad guy, bring him low, publicly shame him, and then send him away (or, in Okumura’s case, watch him die on live TV to riotous cheers from the public).

And what does this all accomplish, in the end? You get to the Depths of Mementos on Christmas Eve to find the souls of humanity locked away in apathy, surrendered willingly to the control of the state, and your targets right there with them, thanking you for helping them return to a place where they don’t have to think of other people as people any more than they did before. In prison, they can forget that they are human beings and that all of the rest of the people in the world are too. The Phantom Thieves march upstairs and defeat the Gnostic manifestation of social control, that being that masquerades itself with lies as the true Biblical god. And then you go back home and the adults tell you that everything is okay now, the system itself isn’t rotten, and you just have to sit back, stop actively participating in the world, and let them take the reins.

It’s one of Persona 5′s most ironic conceits. “Prison abolition....good?” the player asks, and Atlus swats you on the hand and says, “Silly kids, prison abolition completely unnecessary because you can trust the state to not fuck up anyone’s lives anymore ever.” All while using prison imagery to present prisons as institutions inherently divorced from what might constitute actual justice.

Prisons exist because hierarchies exist, and so long as hierarchies exist, inequality will exist and people will commit harm who otherwise likely would not. But you can’t have your cake and eat it too, Atlus. You can’t frame prisons as an inherently unjust institution used to control people because you didn’t do anything to get rid of the hierarchy. You just gave the hydra a few new heads.

restorative justice and rehabilitation

Rehabilitation is Persona 5′s favorite buzz word, and for all that it’s used the game never really clearly defines what it’s supposed to mean. Yaldabaoth uses it as a euphemism to describe the process by which he creates his ideal puppet, but Yaldabaoth bad, and by the end of the game, Yaldabaoth dead. We get barely any time with Igor after that for Igor to define rehabilitation properly on his terms, which is notable in that Igor is the one who’s supposed to be the spiritual mentor of the wild card within the Persona universe.

We can only infer from that that it’s the player who’s meant to define what rehabilitation is by the end of the game, but because the game fails to take any concrete stance on its themes that could in any way undermine the idea that society isn’t functionally broken, it’s hard to figure out what conclusion we’re supposed to draw. As I stated above, the game immediately walks back any insinuations that it’s the institutions themselves that are rotten by having Sae and Sojiro step in and assume responsibility for making the world just by continuing to operate within the rules society itself has created. If you can’t beat them....join them?

If anything the closest we can get to coming up with a definitive understanding of what the game wants us to understand rehabilitation as is when the protagonist is in juvie. During those months we’re treated to an extended cutscene of all of your maxed out confidants taking action to get you out of jail, but because you can trigger this scene even if you haven’t maxed out all of your confidants, and because the outcome (getting out of juvie) is the same even if you haven’t maxed out any besides Sae, then we’re right back where we started.

But that cutscene still has a sliver of meaning to it despite it being largely window-dressing, because the game does push, over and over, the argument that it’s through your bonds with others, through building a community, that you’ll rehabilitate yourself and find true justice.

And that’s what restorative justice is about: community.

the truth: uncovering it vs deciding it

I can’t find enough words to convey how infuriating it is that Atlus comes so close to telling a restorative justice narrative and then completely drops the ball on displaying it at all in Goro’s character arc.

Goro’s concept of justice is fundamentally punitive, the textbook “you hurt me so I’m going to hurt you back.” In doing so he goes on to hurt a whole bunch of other people: orphaning Futaba, orphaning Haru, triggering a mental shutdown in Ohya’s partner Kayo, and also killing countless millions other instances of mental shutdowns, psychotic breakdowns, bribery, and scandal that caused people material harm and, in a handful of cases, killed them.

Yes, Shido gave him the gun, but Goro pulled the trigger. And in a restorative justice framework, you don’t bypass that fact: you actively interrogate it.

There’s been a lot of really great meta about what the circumstances of Goro’s life were like, including the Japanese foster care system, the social stigma of bastardy in Japan and the impact it has on an illegitimate child’s outcomes, and the ways in which Shido groomed and manipulated Goro into being the tool of violence he made him into. These things aren’t excuses for what Goro does, however: they’re explanations for it. They are the complex social issues that create a situation where a child feels his best choice, indeed maybe his only choice, is to take the gun being offered to him and use it on other people. If you want to prevent more kids from slipping through cracks into those kinds of situations, you need to understand the social ills that made those cracks appear in the first place and you need to fix them. Otherwise there will always be another kid, and another recruiter, and another bad choice, and another gun. Systemic problems require systemic solutions.

Even so, none of that bypasses the fact that it was Goro’s hand on that gun, that it was Goro who performed the physical action of killing Wakaba’s and Okumura’s shadows, and that, as a result of Goro’s direct actions, Wakaba and Okumura died. You can say Okumura deserved it all you like, but Haru doesn’t deserve to be an orphan. Haru deserved to repair her relationship with her father. Okumura deserved the chance to learn and make direct, material amends to the employees he hurt and the families of those who died on his watch, and they deserved to have him give them a better way to heal.

But this isn’t about the loss of Okumura making amends to his family or his victims: this is about Goro Akechi, and the fact that even in Royal his fraught relationship with Haru and Futaba is never explored, barely even addressed. There’s not even any personal, direct acknowledgement from him of the pain he put them through.

You can say he doesn’t care, and that’s fine that he doesn’t care. And it is. He’s a fictional character, this is a video game, they are anime characters.

But Persona 5 flirts with the idea of restorative justice and never fully explores it, and it’s a weaker game for that.

the thin place, the veil between worlds, the line in the sand

This is the last part, I promise, and I’ll be short and brief here, because the truth is that none of this matters, at least not in the way that you think. Persona 5 is a story. It’s a lie that we buy. It’s all zeroes and ones and electrical signals and optical images on a blank black screen.

But art can be powerful. Art is like magic, the deepest magic, the oldest kind. We human beings are creatures of art and poetry, of images and patterns, of music and words. Good art, really good art, can allow us to explore new ideas and critique our internal assumptions about how the world works.

No, fiction doesn’t affect reality, not the way that you think it does.

But if you’ve gotten this far, I just got you to read an essay on restorative justice and prison abolition in regards to a Japanese role-playing game, and that is something to think about.

How do you define rehabilitation? What kind of justice do you believe in? Is the way you conceive those things really the best way?

And how much more interesting could a story that challenges those concepts be?

#persona #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #goro akechi #akira kurusu #meta #words

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argyraspide · 3 years

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Retreat from the Rotten Paradigm of Revolting Repetition

(This treatise was written in a moment of existential and socio-political frustration. I imagine its context will become more clear if/as I keep posting thoughts like these).

My desperate thoughts revolve around two assumptions. First, the world and its capacity to support human life (or life in general, for that matter) is rapidly and unprecedentedly changing for the worse. More conservative philosophies would push back here, calmly pointing out that climate has fluctuated frequently and dramatically throughout Earth’s history, which is true. On the other hand, I feel that the immense influence of the Anthropocene is objectively unlike anything else in the past- that we are collectively, systematically, and swiftly destroying too many of the ecological subsystems which all work together to maintain a healthy, livable, biodiverse, and balanced global ecosystem. Other revolutionary and activist efforts for the cause of ecological restoration have apparently hitherto failed to enact change from the top down. But another movement has been taking place, one which rejects the widespread socio-cultural paradigm in favor of one of their own creation. This route largely ignores the power structures so bent on ecological annihilation for capital and political gain, and instead cuts straight to the core problem- the collective addiction to comfort, convenience, and consumption. While, admittedly, only a handful of intrepid and radical souls seem to be adopting such an alternative way of life, they are least demonstrating its efficacy in social, ecological, political, and even cultural reform.

The second primary assumption upon which my thoughts depend is in regard to the Academy. The framework of educational (indoctrinational?) institutions appears to retain its age-old identity as an ivory tower, even after “progressive” cultural influence (although it also seems to insist it is actually made of humble clay and mortar). A great feeling of dread enters my heart when, in the midst of this mass ecological and socio-political rape and violence, and potentially the relatively imminent destruction of the human species, I am instructed to translate antique Latin letters discussing dinner condiments. In other words, my assumption is that the Academy, or at least the surely-important field of Classical Studies (of which I have hitherto been a part), is doing absolutely nothing in the face of humanity’s greatest crisis.

For many, this is acceptable. They probably feel that our ecological issues are for more qualified others to tackle- engineers, biologists, meteorologists, computer scientists, and so on. This is not so from my concerned perspective. Our current predicament is not something to be associated with a mere few sects of science and society, but rather all of it. The food we eat and how it is grown, transported, and sold. Our transportation habits. The vile corporations to whom our money continuously flows like ritual offerings to the temple, who have effectively dominated our economy and government, who have spread enough propaganda to fully inculcate a sickness, an addiction to consumption into every citizen. The petty political divide fabricated by those at the top to keep us, the people, fighting each other instead of (easily!) toppling their power structures, their lofty thrones built upon the poor, the marginalized, nuclear stockpiles, weapon caches, and the bodies of brave soldiers too indoctrinated in lies to question their mandated violence. The screens, the cameras, the microphones, the Big Brother we have all accepted as a given, installed in our homes, eternally fixed in our grasp, forever beaming distracting bullshit and corporate propaganda into our exposed psyches, promising spiritual and material fulfilment with one hand and robbing us blind of both with the other.

What I propose is not new. Rather, what I propose is a model of society which existed long before ours, long before the Greeks codified rational philosophy and the Egyptians constructed the pyramids. What I propose is a rejection of the current civilization of comfort, convenience, and consumption, and the adoption of egalitarian, collective, self-sustaining social models wherever like-minded and open-hearted people can coordinate, locate, construct, and create one. To this end, I intend to found a commune with those kindred spirits whom I have befriended in my life, either immediately following my doctoral graduation (another four long and burdensome years of half-heartedly playing the game), or sooner, after dropping out. As a community, people can establish a constitution, but I also strongly encourage an active cultivation of a sort of collective spirit, a unified resolve/will to be handed down from generation to generation, so that the overly-rigid words of the constitution, stale with old age, do not become irrelevant or too ambiguous for future generations, with the result that they turn on one another and split according to alternative interpretations (sound familiar?). A sense of we’re-all-human-and-we’re-all-in-this-together is what is so fundamental to a peaceful, stable, fruitful social existence. And this is precisely what the country, no, the world lacks right now. We all have different ideas of who we are and where we ought to go. We are too divided, individualistic, egotistical. We do not love our neighbors. We are suffering from extreme and chronic anxiety and depression as a result of this spiritual deficit, and what I propose is, in my mind, the only pragmatic solution.

More posts to come, I’m sure. In the meantime, stay strong, go with the flow, and keep it real.

#revolution #anarchy #capitalism #paradigmshift #climate collapse #academia #philosophy #spiritual #anti capitalist #simplify #we live in a society

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freddiefcknmercury · 4 years

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Cable Fic Writing Challenge

**Clarifying right up front that this is a Cable/Nathan Summers writing challenge ONLY**

^^ you can add characters(Deadpool, Colossis, Scott, Hope, Domino, Warhead, Etc) but the primary focus should be Cable.

Da Rulez:

You don't have to follow us but like, you def should🤷🏽

Requests need to be sent thru our ask Boxes! @freddiefcknmercury or @yanderecable we will cross off taken prompts as soon as we can.

You can choose up to one prompt from each category if you like; not mandatory- if you only choose to do one nbd👌🏽

Example: you can choose one(1) Song, Quote, AND AU for your one(1) fic. Or any combo of the three(one song and one quote, one AU and one song etc.)

we're willing to allow 2 authors per prompt (we can look into adding more but low key don't expect this to fill up so lol)

Reader inserts are preferred. Especially POC!Readers and LGBT!Readers

One shots and Series are welcome but please make a master-list for the series!

We will reblog each submission and create a masterlist!

Tag BOTH of us and reblog with our hashtag: @yanderecable @freddiefcknmercury #cableficchallenge2020

MUST include proper warnings at the beginning of your fic (smut, non-con, dub-con, age-gap, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, fluff, etc.)

And please add warnings when asked since this will be shared.

Gonna ask that you're 18+ to write smut🤷🏽 (absolutely NO incest or underage of any kind).

Asking for a Minimum of 500 words😩

Please add a keep reading cut if over 650

Deadline: ?????

Songs:

1.) Sweater Weather - The Neighborhood

2.) Mine- Bazzi

3.) Shining - X Ambassadors

4.) If I Can’t Have You - Shawn Mendes

5.) Last Request- Paolo Nutini

6.) Ruin My Life - Zara Larsson

7.)Somebody to Love- Queen

8.) Set The Fire To The Third Bar - Snow Patrol ft. Martha Wainwright

9.) When I see You- Fantasia

10.) Love- Musik Soul Child

11.) Dream Girl- Anna of the North

12.) Can’t take my Eyes off of You- Frankie Valli (or Lauren Hill)

13.) As We Lay- Shirley Murdock

14.) Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys

15.) Howl - Florence and the Machine

16.) Guillotine - Jon Bellion

AUs

1.) Bodyguard AU taken by @sweetfictionalworld

2.) Sports (Team) AU

3.) Pirate/Mermaid AU

4.) Roommates AU

5.) Werewolf AU

6.) Neighbours AU

7.) "Hannibal" AU

8.) Soulmate AU

9.) Mafia AU

10.) Sugar Daddy/Baby AU

11.) Vampire AU

12.) Coffee Shop AU

13.) Biker AU

14.) Office AU

15.) Fake Dating AU

Quotes:

1.) "Comparison is the Theif of Joy."

2.) "Well, sometimes if you love somebody, you have to meet them halfway."

3.) “He touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.”

4.) “-I’ll take care of you.

-It’s rotten work.

-Not to me. Not if it’s you"

5.) "Are you perhaps short a marble???"

6.) "Worrying means you suffer twice."

7.) "It's fine. I don't mind being alone. I just do not want to be insignificant."

8.) "And if the music's good, you dance."

9.) "If you can't beat Fear, just do it scared."

10.) "Ive always said the key to happiness is... lowered expectations."

11.) "You never need to apologise for how you choose to survive."

12.) "When you look at someone with rose coloured glasses, all the red flags just look like... flags."

13.) "No one needs a good laugh like the truly, deeply fucked."

14.) "My Faith in your limited intelligence is momentarily restored."

**Once again this specifically is a Cable/Nathan Summers fic challenge**

#cable #Nathan summers #marvel au #cable x reader #cable/reader #Nathan summers x reader #Nathan summers/reader #marvel fic challenge #cableficchallange2020 #cable fic challenge 2020 #yanderecable #FreddieFcknMercury #Fic writing challenge #writing challenge #cablepool

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parlideldiavolo · 3 years

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Mercy’s Memoirs 02: saved.

(Still) 23 years ago.

Killian set the groceries on the counter and spent the better part of five minutes staring down at the bits of fresh loaf and colored plastic that peeked between the folded layers of grocery bag.

It had been two months since... since.

The surgeon rubbed his hands together. They were a little rough at the edges, strong and deft—life-saving hands, except when life slipped away. The gloves he wore sometimes lingered on the periphery of them like a whiff of latex or soft water and soap. At other times, his mind remembered blood.

There was no escaping life or death in what he did, not even when it was close to home. He’d done his share of grieving. What more, then? What more was there?

Killian set his forehead against his clasped palms and sent up a quick, earnest prayer.

Be at peace, he thought to the angels, one of which would be wearing a familiar face, even if I can’t.

He stood straight and looked at the dimly lit living room. His brother was out or else Killian would’ve been greeted already. Both of them had done a bit of burying in their work...

Ah, well. Groceries. There would still be time to grieve after. Killian headed back out the door and to the car.

He never saw what hit him or that it was delivered in dead silence from an east-facing window 777 feet away.

Prudence was very good at her job.

Killian woke and found that he was sitting. An unfamiliar older man knelt in front of him and had clasped his hands atop each other.

“<What?>” The word came out somewhat slurred as Killian blinked and... he’d been, what? Drugged? He felt fine, no contusions or bruises, no...

His thoughts trailed when the man in front of him smiled and slowly stood. “<You’re awake,>” the stranger said. “<I’m sorry for how you were brought here. We try to be discreet. The sedation will wear off quickly now.>”

“<Here.>” Unfocused anger blurred at the periphery of Killian’s heart. “<I’ve been kidnapped.>”

The room was bright lit and bare, except for the chair he sat in and a nice rug. A cross hung on the far wall behind the stranger’s head, though it looked a little strange—a snake wove the cross’s arms like a crucifixion. Killian sucked in a sharp breath.

“<I won’t bandy words. Yes, you have, and for that I must apologize again. You will understand soon.>”

Killian shook his head and closed his eyes again. Now that he was paying attention he could feel the dredges of a weight lifting from his mind and limbs. He knew his way around anesthetics, sedatives, perhaps he could...

The stranger squeezed his hands and gently released them. There didn’t seem to be anything else holding Killian in place besides what remained of the tranquilizer in his system. “<Would you like to know why you are here?>” the stranger asked. “<Why you’ve been chosen?>”

“<Yes.>” The anger felt closer now. He could remain calm. This didn’t prevent Killian from leaning back when the other man’s hand reached up and out as the surgeon followed the weathered fingers with dazed suspicion.

“<I am sorry, too,>” the elder whispered, “<for what has been done to you.>”

Killian frowned. He’d already apologized, so why—

A finger touched Killian’s forehead. A dam opened up. Another hand reached out, swathed in stolen memory and blood.

He understood.

The calloused hands were back on Killian’s until the last shaking of his shoulders subsided. Hot tears tracked his face. The stranger’s eyes and hold were the only warmth he could feel.

“<How?>” Killian finally asked. He had been restored. How?

The hands squeezed. “<A gift from God,>” came the answer.

Killian’s own hands were balled tight in the hold. He could remember it now—the blood, the tooth. The ghost of the memory rolled about the palm of his hand and he crushed his fingers in tight enough his knuckles threatened to lock. The elder appeared to notice the strain creeping up Killian’s arms.

“<You will have every answer you seek. In return, I ask only one thing.>”

“<Yes. Yes, tell me. I can’t repay you enough for—I can’t.>”

The hands on his smoothed. “<You save many lives. I ask only that you consider continuing to do so as part of our family. Ah, but don’t answer yet. Allow me to explain more of who we are and the evils we must face. In doing so, you will understand more of what has been done to you.>” The man’s voice became steel. “<And why we must fight it.>”

Killian lifted his head. “<Tell me everything.>”

The stranger took his hand and helped pull Killian to his feet. “<Let us walk and talk. And please, call me Mercy.>”

Mercy. Killian’s voice swelled at what felt like a prayer answered, as much as such a prayer had revealed a schism within his own soul where something rotten had taken root.

But he could still be saved.

They walked. They talked. Killian met others with Mercy at his side, young and old alike. He learned. And he learned. And he learned.

And at the end, he gave his answer.

#standalone #mercy's memoirs #saints

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 3 years

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Horrortale : Rotten Apple - Prologue

Hello, Hello ! Here goes the prologue and the first chapter of Horrortale : Rotten Apple ! I hope you will enjoy it :3

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PROLOGUE : BEFORE THE END OF THE WORLD

Long ago, two races ruled other world : humans and monsters. One day, a war broke out between both species. After years of fighting and millions of deaths, monsters were defeated. The humans sealed them insinde of Mont Ebott with a magic spell, an impassable magic barrier. The only way to enter or exit it was to absorb a human or a monster soul, or, for breaking it definitely, to use the power of seven humans souls.

Years later, a human child named Chara, pushed by the hatred and the fear of humankind, fell by accident in what the monsters were now calling the Underground Kingdom. The child only found here compassion and happiness, along with a new family : King Asgore Dreemur, his wife, Toriel, and their son, Asriel. Quickly, the young prince and the human became like siblings. But one day, the human child fell very ill, and, after days of agony, died. In their last moments, Chara asked Asriel to take their body outside the barrier, because they wanted to see one last time the flowers of their village. The night that followed, Asriel obeyed and traveled through the barrier thanks to Chara soul. When the humans saw him, they thought he had killed the child and attacked him without a warning. The prince didn’t fought back. He quietly took back Chara’s body inside the mountain, before he himself dusted in the middle of the royal garden.

The King and the Queen lost two children in one night. Blinded by guilt and sadness, King Asgore ordored that every human who fell in the Underground die and that their soul had to be collected, so that, with seven of them, he could break the Barrier get revenge for his son’s murder. Queen Toriel, shocked by all the hate spreading across her people, ran away, no where to be seen ever again. During two centuries, six humans souls were collected in the Mountain. Everyone was waiting for the seventh and last to come.

And one day, it happened. But this child was not like the others. They never hurt a single monster. They never wanted to fight. Intead, they restored confidence to those who needed it the most, they make friends on the road and, in the end, everyone thought that, maybe, they could succeed where others didn’t : free monster kind peacefully. However, to leave the Underground, they had to fight Asgore and make a choice : leave the King take their soul… Or give theirs.

Against all odds, the kid showed no mercy and took Asgore’s soul without a regret. Then, they betrayed everyone by destroying the six souls. When Undyne came back to the palace, all she found was a pile of dust. The souls were gone. Asgore was dead. The child was gone.

At least, that’s what the official story said. One tiny skeleton named Sans never trusted the version of Captain Undyne. He knew that something much darker was following the child. But how to prove it without passing himself for their partner in crimes ? He was sure the human would come back. He was always coming back. The sooner would be the better. The kid showed him that there was still a reason to hope, and he was rooting for him.

Yeah, for once, just for once, Sans didn’t give up. And this is where our story started.

#undertale #horrortale #rotten apple #undertale fanfiction #horrortale fanfiction #undertale au #fanfiction #horrortale sans #undertale sans

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basicsofislam · 4 years

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ISLAM 101: Your Faith: Part 9

Belief in the Last Day

Meaning of Belief in the Last Day

Firm belief that Almighty Allah will raise people to life from their graves; He will then judge them according to their deeds. Those who deserve to go to Paradise will be sent to it, while those who deserve to go to Hellfire will be sent to it.

Belief in the last Day is one of the articles of faith, and faith will not be valid unless one believes in the Last Day, as the Qur’an states, “Truly pious are those who believe in Allah and the Last Day.” (Soorat Al-Baqarah, 2:177)

Why Does the Qur’an Emphasise Belief in the Last Day?

The Qur’an emphasises belief in the last Day and draws attention to it on numerous occasions, employing different modes of expression in Arabic and linking belief in the Last Day with belief in Allah.

The reason for this is that belief in the Last Day is a necessary outcome of belief in Almighty Allah and His absolute justice. To illustrate:

Allah does not approve of injustice; He will not let the wrongdoers go unpunished, nor will He let the wronged down by not obtaining redress for the wrong done to them, nor will He disappoint the virtuous by not rewarding them for their righteousness. Many are those who spent all their lives oppressing others with impunity until they died; many are those who suffered a great deal of injustice and died without ever obtaining redress for the wrong done to them. This means there has to be another life, other than the present life, where the righteous will be rewarded and the evildoers will be punished, everyone getting the reward or punishment they deserve.

Islam teaches us to save ourselves from Hellfire by showing kindness to others even by giving half of a date-fruit in charity.

What Does Belief in the Last Day Include?

Belief in the Last Day includes a number of things, some of which are as follow:

1) Belief in the Ultimate Resurrection and Gathering: This means that Almighty Allah will raise people to life from their graves, and each soul will return to its respective body. People will then stand before the Lord of all the worlds for judgement. They will be gathered on a huge level plain, naked and barefoot just as Allah I first created them.

Indeed, belief in the resurrection of the dead is confirmed by textual evidence from the Qur’an and the Sunnah and has been proven rationally as well as through the inner nature (fitrah). We therefore firmly believe that Allah will raise the dead from their graves, their souls will return to their respective bodies and all people will stand before the Lord of the worlds for judgement.

The Qur’an says, “Then subsequently you will certainly die. Then on the Day of Rising you will be raised again.” (Soorat Al-Mu’minoon, 23:15-16)

All divine books have confirmed this fact, stating that part of Allah’s wisdom behind creating people is to set an ultimate day on which He will judge them for obeying or rejecting His commands which he sent down to them through His messengers, as the Qur’an states, “Did you suppose that We created you for amusement and that you would not return to Us?’” (Soorat Al-Mu’minoon, 23:115)

Some Textual Evidence from the Qur’an Regarding Resurrection

-It was Allah I who created mankind the first time, and He is able to bring them back to life, as the Qur’an states, “And it is He who originates creation, then brings it back again, and it is easier for Him.” (Soorat Ar-Room, 30:27) Refuting the false claim that it is impossible for bones to be restored to life when they are decayed, Almighty Allah says, “Say, ‘He who made them in the first place will bring them back to life.’” (Soorat Yaa Seen, 36:79)

-When the earth is barren and lifeless, Allah pours rain down upon it, and it stirs and swells and brings forth every kind of lovely plant. The One who can bring it to life is certainly able to bring the dead back to life, as the Qur’an states, “And We sent down blessed water from the sky and made gardens grow by it and grain for harvesting, and tall palm-trees with their thickly-clustered dates, as provision for Our slaves; by it We brought a dead land to life. Thus will be the resurrection.” (Soorat Qaaf, 50:9-11)

-Every sensible person admits that if someone can do something hard, then he can, with all the more reason, do something easier than that. Therefore, if Almighty Allah was able to create the wonderful heavens, the vast earth and all the mighty stars, then He can, with all the more reason, easily bring bones that have decayed, back to life, as the Qur’an states, “Does He who created the heavens and earth not have the power to create [from rotten bones] the like of them again? Yes indeed! He is the Creator, the All-Knowing. (Soorat Yaa Seen, 36:81)

2) Belief in the Judgement and the Balance of Deeds: Almighty Allah will judge people according to their deeds which they did in the life of the world. Those who worshipped Allah alone and obeyed Him and His Messenger Muhammad r will receive an easy reckoning. As for those who committed the unforgivable sin of shirk and disobeyed Him, they will receive a severe reckoning.

People’s deeds will be weighed in a huge balance. The good deeds will be placed on one weighing pan, while the bad deeds will be placed on the pan at the other end of the Balance. Those whose good deeds outweigh their bad deeds will be admitted into Paradise, while those whose bad deeds outweigh their good deeds will be sent to Hellfire, and Allah does not wrong anyone.

Allah I say, “We will set up the Just Balance on the Day of Rising and no one will be wronged in any way. Even if it is no more than the weight of a grain of mustard-seed, We will produce it. We are sufficient as a Reckoner.” (Soorat Al-Anbiyyaa’, 21:47)

3) Paradise and Hellfire: Paradise is the abode of eternal bliss which Allah r has prepared for the pious people who have obeyed Allah and His Messenger r. In it they will find all that their hearts desire and their eyes find delight in.

Awakening His servants’ desire to vie with one another in obeying Him so that they will be admitted into Paradise, Almighty Allah says, “Race each other to forgiveness from your Lord and a Garden as wide as the heavens and the earth, prepared for the righteous.” (Soorat Aal- ‛Imraan, 3:133)

As for Hellfire, it is the abode of eternal punishment which Allah has prepared for the unbelievers who have rejected Allah and disobeyed His messengers. In it they will find all kinds of unimaginable terrifying punishments and suffering.

Warning His servants against the Hellfire, Almighty Allah says, “Fear the Fire whose fuel is people and stones, made ready for the unbelievers.” (Soorat Al-Baqarah, 2:24)

We ask You, O Allah, to admit us into Paradise and to assist us in saying words and doing deeds that are bound to bring us closer to it, and we seek refuge with You from the Hellfire and from words and deeds that are bound to bring us closer to it.

4) Punishment and Bliss in the Grave: We believe that death is a fact, as the Qur’an states, “Say: ‘The Angel of Death, who has been given charge of you, will take you back and then you will be sent back to your Lord.’” (Soorat As-Sajdah, 32:11)

In fact, no one can deny death; we believe that when someone dies or is killed by any means whatsoever, it is because his appointed time has come, which he can neither delay nor bring forward, as the Qur’an states, “When the end of the term falls, they can neither delay it by a single moment, nor can they hasten it.” (Soorat Al-A‛raaf, 7:34)

-We also believe that whoever dies has actually moved to life hereafter.

-There are numerous authentic traditions attributed to Prophet Muhammad r in which he mentions punishment in the grave for the unbelievers and the wicked people and bliss for the believers and upright people. We believe in all this, but we abstain from trying to find out how this may happen, for the human mind cannot possibly comprehend its manner or reality, being part of the unseen world, such as Hellfire and Paradise, and not part of the material, visible world. The human mind can only carry out analogical reasoning and deductive arguments and reach judgements in matters which have the same relationship and whose laws are known in the visible world.

-Life in the grave is part of the unseen world which cannot be perceived by the senses. Were this possible, belief in the unseen would be of no benefit whatsoever, there would be no wisdom behind observance of religious duties and people would not find it necessary to bury the dead. As the Prophet r once observed, “Were it not that you would not bury one another, I would pray to Allah to make you hear the punishment in the grave which I can hear.” (Saheeh Muslim: 2868; Sunan An-Nasaa’ee: 2058). It is because animals are exempt from religious duties that they can hear the voices of those punished in their graves.

Benefits of Belief in the Last Day

1) Belief in the Last Day prompts people to lead a pious life, do righteous deeds, fear Allah I and stay away from selfishness and arrogance. It is for this reason that the Qur’an frequently links belief in the Last Day with righteous deeds. The following verses are examples showing this: “The mosques of Allah should only be frequented by those who believe in Allah and the Last Day.” (Soorat At-Tawbah, 9:18) “Those who believe in the hereafter do believe in it, and they are ever-mindful of their prayers.” (Soorat Al-An’aam, 6:92)

2) It reminds those who are totally absorbed in the life of the world and its transitory pleasures of the importance of vying with one another to obey Allah, urging them to do as many good deeds as they are alive and showing them that the worldly life is fleeting and that the hereafter is the everlasting abode. After praising His messengers in the Qur’an and mentioning their righteous deeds, Allah I mentions the reason that prompted them to do such virtuous acts: “We purified their sincerity through sincere remembrance of the Abode.” (Soorat Saad, 38:46) This means that their constant remembrance of the hereafter was the reason behind their performance of such acts. When some of the Muslims became too sluggish to obey Allah and His Messenger r on one occasion, Allah I revealed the following verse, “Do you prefer the life of this world to the hereafter? But little is the comfort of this life, compared to that of the hereafter.” (Soorat At-Tawbah, 9:38) Belief in the hereafter makes a person realise that all worldly comforts cannot be possibly compared to the eternal bliss in Paradise, nor is it worth one single dip in Hellfire; conversely, it makes one realise that all worldly discomforts and hardships for the sake of Allah cannot be possibly compared to punishment, in Hellfire, nor will it be compared to even one dip in Paradise.

3) It makes a person satisfied with his lot in life. He does not feel sad or lose heart if he misses a worldly opportunity. Rather, he does what he can possibly do, knowing for certain that Allah will not let the reward of anyone who does a good deed go to waste. If anything has been unjustly or deceitfully taken away from him, even if it is smaller than an atom, he will certainly get it back on the Day of Judgement when he will be in dire need of it. How then can someone feel sad when he knows for sure that he will get his rightful dues at a very critical moment on the Day of Judgement? How can he possibly grieve or be worried when he knows that it is the Best of Judges who will judge between him and his adversaries?

Parts 1-8:

http://reverthelp.tumblr.com/post/119767721536/islam-101-your-faith-part-1

http://reverthelp.tumblr.com/post/119839552406/islam-101-your-faith-part-2

http://reverthelp.tumblr.com/post/119929513926/islam-101-your-faith-part-3

http://reverthelp.tumblr.com/post/120010992261/islam-101-your-faith-part-4

http://reverthelp.tumblr.com/post/120094504146/islam-101-your-faith-part-5

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avenger09 · 5 years

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Ideas for a new Bravestarr Series

Deep in Space, on a new frontier lies a planet beset by outlaws on all sides. Folks just trying to forge a new life for themselves live in fear and hope is a luxury. The desperate people of this planet call for help thinking they'll need a hundred lawman to restore peace. They got one... he was enough. His name: BraveStarr. Blessed with incredible Galactic powers and strength of character, BraveStarr alongside his posse of fellow Champions of Justice, fight off not just the corruption of Tex Hex, but the worst quality's the frontier can bring out in the ordinary people of New Texas.

Note: (This is just a few concepts I as a fan have come with with. Ironing out is for professionals.)

Marshal Bravestarr

-Noah Watts-

One of the best Marshals to come out of the Academy, he was sent to the desperate planet of New Texas whose people where terrorized by undead outlaw, Tex Hex and his gang and return justice to this frontier planet.

Gifted incredible powers as a boy by a burst of energy, when the tainted spirit Stampede attacked his home. He spent his youth learning to be worthy of the abilities given to him: Strength of the Bear. Speed of the Puma. Eyes of the Hawk.

A charismatic and unflinchingly virtuous man, Bravestarr first made a name for himself by bringing in his own instructor, Jermaine "Jingles" Morgan, for a murder Jingles committed after loosing to the victim in a competition. In-spite of seeing his Hero fail to uphold the values he taught, Bravestarr promised himself to be a true servant of the law regardless.

When New Texas was told they would be getting him as a Marshal, the people doubted anything but a hundred law men would do any good. Soon they learned, he was enough.

Thirty/Thirty

-Gregg Burger-

Tough loyal and ready to have your back.

Thirty is a member of the endangered cyborg Equestroids who met his soon to be best friend, when he was framed by criminal kingpin who did not like the young Bravstarr's sense of justice. Thirty helped clear his name an act he got deputies for. If only to "keep his new buddy out of trouble".

Unlike his partner in law, Thirty/Thirty is far more quick-tempered, pugnacious, tough, hot-headed, independent, reckless, negative, defiant, rebellious. But also thoughtful, tenacious, heroic, insightful, truthful and sensitive. Occasionally the two have vocal disagreements between them about the use of force in the line of duty. Still they both have nothing but respect for the other. He has only one love in his life, his custom laser blunderbuss Sara Jane.

Judge J.B. McBride

-Kari Wahlgren-

Before the new Marshals arrival McBride was the last official representatives of justice on New Texas. Originally a simple town lawyer she was Inspired to become a Judge after her reporter father was beaten to near death by one of Hex's thugs for a story he'd written about their crimes. She's acted as the voice of reason among a decent but increasingly desperate people, calming tensions between the off-world settlers and the local Prairie-People, with both her words or her power-hammer. Which comes mighty handy during Hex's raid's.

While skeptical of BraveStarr's chances at first she's come around to see him as a valued partner in justice and only her sense of professionalism and BraveStarr's own, has kept the two from expanded their relationship further, but everyone in the Fort can see the spark between them.

Deputy Fuzz

-Antony Del Rio-

The only deputized member of the indigenous New Texas folk, called the Prairie People. Young (for his race) and a savant with technology, he assists with the problems of the town In hopes of learning to combine the best of his People with the best of the Galactic's, which he sees in the Marshall and the Judge.

Since the rush began the Prarie's have mostly tried to keep to themselves in their underground kingdom, but greedy prospectors and other less scrupulous settlers have unjustly made them feel unwelcome on their own planet, forcing them from the tunnels closest to the surface to get at the rich resources that may lay under their feet. While others view them as vermin for their small size and seemingly simple nature.

Fuzz is the only one of his tribe trying to understand the tech brought to their planet and improve on it, not just gather for scrap to trade like many other tribes choose to do. Because of that, Fuzz can't help but feel like a self made outcast as he seems to be the only one who understands the changing situation there in, even if he isn't treated like one like his cousin Scuzz is. Who shared his innovative spirit, unfortunately, he preferred the worst traits of the Galactic's when he fell in with Tex-Hex.

Handlebar

-Jon St John-

The humble barkeep with a name no one can pronounce, so he lets everybody call him Handlebar, for the impressive Human style facial hair he has proudly cultivated.

The Shaman

-Fred Tatasciore-

Descended from tribes uplifted from Earth by a dying Alien race who saw their spiritualism mirrored their own, and thus could be trusted with same magics as them. When their cousins eventually joined their thriving counterparts in space centuries Bravestarr’s family where among them.

Soon becoming a mentor to the boy, the Shaman saw the same pure heart their precursors saw in them, he taught Bravestarr many things about the wonders of the universe as well as the many dangers that inhabit it. The worse among them Stampede. His lessons where fortuitous as the evil soon rampaged across their land scattering those may one day pose a threat to him. Many died including Bravestarr’s parents and the Shamans own family.

To ensure their survival he sent Bravestarr away in an escape pod, confident they would meet again, which they would. Years later on New Texas.

Reunited Shaman helped the noble marshal unlock the full potential of the powers within him. The Strength of the Bear. Eyes of the Hawk. Speed of the Puma, and been a trusted confidant to his young friend.

Wherever he goes expect the unexpected and learn to heed his wisdom.

Tex-Hex

-Charlie Adler-

The undead, undisputed, unforgivable reigning outlaw on New Texas.

Years ago he and his business partner Angus first discovered the planets rare new resource. Despite promising to share the rights for it, a strange, intense greed took a hold of Tex, leading him to double cross his partner and fill his ships hold with more then it could bare, causing crash that killed most of the crew and Tex himself.

Angus survived and left to tell the Galaxy triggering a rush for this new mineral, but Tex his story wasn't over. The greed had twisted him down to the soul, and he rose again in service to the one who had infected him with it. A being in the form of a skeletal metal bull who revealed himself to Tex as the embodiment of malevolence Stampede.

In this revanant state came a sort of immortality, that Tex has used to torment the good, bad and ugly of New Texas ever since. Collecting the worst of the worst to fight in his posse. For these 20 years, no lawman or bounty hunter has managed to bring him in for very long, which is the only option they have to stop him. As hanging, shooting, drowning, burning and once even defenestration has failed to put him down.

Stampede

-David Kaye-

"He is the manifestation of a aspect of Nature. Survival of the Fittest. As the beings of the Galaxy evolved so did it and by extension, Stampede, and not for the better. If he is cruel, it is because we are cruel, if he is ruthless, it is because we are ruthless, and if he is Evil it is because we are. That is why he despises goodness valor and courage. They are the only things that can guide us from these selfish acts that empower him. Justice diminishes him, so he has made it his enemy."

Original Characters

Henry Walsh

-Kelsey Grammer- "Your a good man Marshall, this planet needs that. So please, don't get in my way." "If I don't, who will?" A wealthy man who arrives on New Texas with seemingly benevolent intentions. With his support the town receives new technology and better defenses to keep out the rotten influence of degenerates like Tex Hex. He even greatly admires Bravestarr for his dutifulness. And especially Fuzz, who he admits to that he sees some of himself in him. An entrepreneur who works to benefit others doesn't let others tell him what to do. Soon he starts to bring in his own men and making the odd "suggestion" or too to the Judge on how things should be done on New Texas. Bravestarr notes this and becomes conflicted over the benefits Walsh gives to the citizens and the risk of him eventually turning it into his own personal Kingdom. Though Walsh wants to work with the Marshal, when push comes to shove, Bravestarr can't condone Walsh’s threats and underhanded deals. What makes it more complicated is Fuzz siding with him over Bravestarr at a crucial moment essentially forcing him out of Fort Callahan. Fuzz is convinced of the good they'll do until Walsh makes he plans on forcing the Prairie people off their land so he can build another town. When he protests Walsh tries to convince him it's for the best as it'll finally force them to adapt like him. Not wanting things done this way, he ally's with Bravestarr again (who never lost faith he would) and they with the townsfolk and even Tex's help, bring him in. While being shipped off to Prison, Walsh condemns them for being so foolish. How he would have made New Texas a paradise and that it was a wasted effort arresting as he will be free anyway with the friends he has. Only for Bravestarr to say because this is on the edge of space he falls under frontier law and that means he's getting a swifter sentencing, and those "friends of his”, said they are more then happy to allow it. Seems they've been waiting for a chance to be rid of him for awhile with what he has on them. The victorious mood is soon brought down as now they have no benefactor anymore so the fort's back where it's started. Plus Bravestarr shares this observation with Fuzz. "Luck helped Justice today. But I can't help but think of all the folks out among the stars, who are just like him. People seen as too connected and too rich to get there dues no matter what they've done." (Much of his character is based on the Land Baron types who considered themselves above the law in the Old West. I added a bit more to the guy by including his genuine admiration for Fuzz. There's good in him but progress needs to be made his way and he won't have anyone tell him otherwise and he's willing to use seedy means to get it done, which brings him into conflict with our heroes.)

Note

(In case it wasn’t clear I tried keeping the optimistic adventure tone, but adding in a few heavy subjects here and there. Unlike other shows. -Animated or otherwise- I don’t think you need to by gritty to be poignant, or that you should ignore your own mythology, or talk down to your audience. Stargate SG1, The DCAU, Avatar TLAB, and Beast Wars all proved that.)

#Bravestarr #Sci Fi #Animated #Reboot #Western #Space Western

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loreofastrea · 5 years

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Last Of The Ancients (chapter 1)

Ameas has drifted into eons of depression after being exiled for showcasing tools capable of taking down immortals. Unsuccessful and unable to get his life off the ground Themia has travelled long distances to reach the primordial titan, bringing with her a rich gift capable of elemental infusion in hopes to grant Ameas with purpose once more. However the primordial titan has the worst opinion of Themia due to her rapacious relationship with a self proclaimed prophet. Despite his knowledge on the eladonian, and his incomplete purpose, might the titan be opposed to negotiation?

“My name is Themia, I was born by ones who created the goddess of inspiration, and blessed me with great purpose. Surely it is an honor to meet the primordial titan! Long have I sought one such as yourself, the one with a glorious gift to forge, and an unfathomable archive of knowledge. Ameas, my comrades life weighs upon me, terrible parisites consume him, and he can no longer navigate on his own. Wise one, I seek your aid.”

He sits in silence....

(Ameas) “Dearest great one, I remain prisoner to this eternal domain. My purpose is lost and I only wished to be reunited with my wife once more. Surely you realize my suffering, yet you bring me this ignorant soul?”

“That brother of yours, are aware of what became of him? Or could you not care any less? It’s beyond my concern really, besides you fools are no different from each other. Go on, traverse beyond the unknown, trust in forbidden knowledge, for it will lead to your own sacrifice. Sigh …I only wish to be reunited with Ghiyada, she is the only one who can set me free though I doubt she’s even…Humph! Enough with you! I am of no help to a misguided Eladonain!”

“(Themia )I am sorry to burden you with talk of my comrades fate. The more I’ve listened, the more I understand . Loss, isolation, dispair, these emotions consume your mind which led to an aweful state and such punishment has caused this affliction. Loss of purpose is the loss of ones self, you’ve had quite the struggle, and deserve your freedom, no less.

(Ameas) Are you pretending to be deaf? I told you I dont deal with your, ugh! Fine! at the very least you are a persistent so I suppose I can give it a second thought. That brother of yours has kept me bound to this domain for generations, no better punishment than to imprison one capable of creating tools to overthrow a god eh? I completed my journey eons ago but whoda thought that rotten scoundrel would become a great one? I created weapons, and medicine for the Uvarian's and you know what that means? Those benevolent gaurdians would tear apart powerful beings who would dare test the true great ones of Gemma but the Uvarian's were corrupted, I suppose some of them are warding off any from reaching these parts.To my suprise Ghiyada lives still, she slumbers, and though fate has kept us apart, her voice still rings in my thoughts. Hmm, I have a favor to ask of you, these filthy parasites you speak of, they are known as Zulfias, I will create potions capable of restoring all inflcted. Just bring Ghiyada to me. Reawaken the titan and remind her of the purpose she once promised to uphold, it is the most one can do for me”

(Themia) “The rumors of my brother, I feared they would be true, but there is scarce room in my heart for Commundus. When the Eladonains mattered most my brother deseperately betrayed our colony, in exchange he sought forbidden knowledge. What followed only brought us misery, I lost everything, and though we denied death, Eladonian corposes still rot on our backs. I have much to preserve as a passionate saint, glory to the Eladonians, and loyalty to the goddess of inspiration! I will do what I must to focus on my purpose.”

(Ameas) “Very well, make your way upon the eastern border of Astrea to the kingdom of Xaos, a warped domain surrounded by fragments of the old order. I await your return, should you completely succeed, well a primoridal titan never goes back on his promises. In the meantime I’ll begin my work. Keep this, as oblivous as she may seem it will remind Ghiyada, i’m still around.”

Don't spend your whole life on this journey.. remember...you have purpose back home..

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c4llm3h4ru · 4 years

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The Restore of our Rotten Souls - Ch. 4 - I’m Magne’s kid

My name is Milli, 15 years old, quirk: Ventriloquism, my villain relative, Keiji Hikiishi, AKA Magne. And no, SHE is NOT my mother, but my aunt (I usually call her Tia, since a part of my family is latino), still she was the closest relative to my disowned ass. Thankfully UA still kept me after my parents told me: you're not Hikiishi anymore. Just because I CRIED due to Magne's death.

After that day, I promissed myself to be the best hero I could be, for her, since her ghost watches over me (some people says she haunts me, but I feel better with her around). But like any older sister, she still cares about the league, and I'm the only one who seems to care about her. So I swore that I'd save all of them.

But now... things are out of control...

A giant villain appeared kinda out of thin air and was with everyone Auntie Mag loves on his back. It was taking a lot of us to take him down... AND we failed... no surprise, not until Oumei started to tremble, pant and tear down:

- Uh... San?

- Puppeteer...

By her tone, I knew that something was wrong:

- I think... I need to go up there.

- WHAT?! San, is there anything wrong?!

- Oh yeah. Really, really wrong. He's coming, along with a near dead friend on his arms. We lost someone else today, along with your aunt.

"Another one?!" I was paralized, "who's coming?! Which one of us... or them... died this time?!"

- YOU CAN'T GO THERE SENPAI! It's too dangerous!

Yaoyorozu, the class 1A vice-president suddenly shouted at us, trying to warn, but Oumei knows, as the top and the president of our class, our league's vice leader, and the one with special trainament, she also knows what she is doing:

- I know, Creativi. But I bear some bad news for someone up there.

- B-but... then at least, let me go with you!

- Sorry, dear, but I need you down here, if he's still breathing, you're the one who's the best with first aids.

- Huh?

But before she could get any explaining, Oumei was already flying to face whoever would recieve the bad news. Yaoyorozu was worried:

- Puppeteer... who is coming?

- Uh... I don't k-

At that moment, I was looking around, and I saw something moving in the woods:

- Wait...

- Wh-

- Shh...

I slowly walked near the trees and tried to focus more:

- Hello? Anyone there?

A long second of silence before I heard a snap close to where I was. At that moment, Auntie's ghost pointed from where she the sound was coming from.

At the pointed place, I saw a silhouete of a man with black suit and blonde messy hair carrying someone on his arms, who was looking really beaten up. I knew who they were:

- HEY! OVER HERE!

- Wha- Puppeteer! Are you crazy?!

- IT'S ME, BUBAIGAWARA, MILLI! MAGNE'S NEPHEW!

- Ok! He's gone nuts.

I could hear whet they were talking about me, but why in the world Twice isn't with the other... "Oh jeez..." that meant something was REALLY wrong.

I fell down on my knees, that alarmed my other classmates, Elijah Mio (The blind hero: Third Eye) and Nekoshi Hyotora (The night hero: Night Panther). They came to my side quickly:

- Puppeteer?

Nekoshi started:

- Why are you... (snif, snif) I smell... blood and... (snif snif) burned flesh... Hyuko!

- What?! Night, are you sure?

- I fear so, Inner Eyes.

- What are we waiting for?

And as quick as the blink of an eye, Nekoshi transformed into a panther and they went after the two. But I was still in shock. Yaoyorozu touched my shoulder:

- Puppeteer... who's hurt?

- ... Hyuko... he went after Twice due to some personal reason that I don't know...

- Milli...

- I feel like... he made a self-sacrifice for Twice... I can't sense why and-

And shortly after Elijah and Nekoshi left, they came back. Bubaigawara and Hyuko were with them at the back travel. I slowly walked near him and:

- Where is my Oumei? Where is Himiko?

He was crying, and holding Hyuko like a lifeline. It was clear that he wasn't able to say many words. As I was approaching him, his tears were overflowing even more, I knew why:

- Thanks for bringing him here, Jin.

- I-I... I'm... I didn't mean, I-

- Don't worry, I'll take care of him from now, Okay?

- That's not what I... I mean, this too, but... your aunt... it was my-

- About that, have you ever heard of the spirit guides? They sat it's been more frequent supernatural events since the 3rd generation of quirks.

- What...?

- Actually, there is something I need to tell you later, now, Hyuko needs help.

- Uh... okay!

But at the moment we were going to start the first aids, my radio was recieving a message:

- Hello?! Hello?! Anyone on the line?!

- Keep going, I REALLY need to answer! Hello?! Ushio?! Is that you? What's wrong?!

- Puppeteer, did the giant crazy villain showed up?!

- Yes, the heroes couldn't stop it yet, and-

- Listen! If there is ANYONE on their back, you must take them of immediately!

- Wha-

- YOU HAVE LESS THAN ONE MINUTE! MOTHER'S ON THE WAY! THINGS WON'T END UP PRETTY IF THERE IS SOMEONE ON HIS BACK! LONG STORY, NO TIME, JUST DO WHAT I ASK!

- Okay! I'm on it!

As I was looking for a way to get everyone that was up there, Elijah said:

- 5 people, I'll guide the threads.

I just need to attach one thread to be able to take someone's free will to move, and I can pull them like a ragdoll with a rope attached to their neck. I climbed a tree and deatached the strings from my fingers and threw them on the back of the giant creature:

- NOW! Did I caught one?

- The one of the mask! You got the spine right away.

This power that Elijah have does allow him to see silhouettes of people and their clothes, he describes as seing points in the middle of nowhere, since his actual eyes are blinded.

- Go up and you'll get two more, and... San already got Toga for you!

- GOT IT!

- THERE! NOW PUSH! THE MOTHER IS COMING IN 5 SECONDS!

With the last drops of my arm's strenght, I pulled them, and to make sure I'd get everyone together, I tangled the strings in the air, and the moment in middle air, a giant dragon appeared and threw itself on the giant villain with all their strenght. The ground even shook with the impact:

- MACHIA!!!!!!!

- WHAT?!

The villains' faces were the best faces of "WTF, WE WERE JUST THERE!", but I needed to get them down.

Since I didn't have any strenght left, to slow the fall, I hung the stings on a tree and slowly took thre strings off. Twice watched everything, and was really relieved. But when they saw him, the reaction was priceless:

- TWICE?!

- But you died! In front of me!

- This must be a trick! It can't be real!

But Jin himself went to Himiko first begging for forgiveness. It was clear she didn't know everything, until Oumei said:

- At what moment I said that I was talking about my dad, Himiko?

Oumei's flashback

I pretty much had a tormented flight, but I got a clear spot to fall:

- Himiko. Toga. You better explain yourself now!

- What?! No! I don't have snything to explain to you!

- Oh yeah?! Guess what?! I have some news to you!

I went close and pulled her by her sweater:

- HE'S DEAD!! WHY DIDN'T YOU LOVE HIM ANYMORE?! IT'S YOUR FAULT THAT HE IS DEAD NOW!!

- WHAT?! You think I'M the one who killed Jin?! COME ON! IT WAS THAT BIRD'S FAULT!!! HAWKS KILLED YOUR FATHER!!!

At that moment, Milli's threads appeared and were attaching to each one of the villains. Something was wrong, I could feel it. Then I ran and got two strings, to me and Himiko, and suddenly we were flying.

Back to Milli's POV

The scene was devastating, Twice was crying on Himiko's feet, unable to look her in the eye, repeating what Hyuko asked him to tell her:

- ...and then, Hyuko, he asked me to bring his body back! I couldn't leave him! Not there!

He was already proclaimed dead when we were doing the first aids. But I wasn't crying yet. I was trying to think what should I do.

Suddenly I saw a baby blue light, I knew that baby blue light, Auntie Mag:

- What are you doing here, Tia?

But then I saw the others, their faces, she was visible to everyone, as she was talking to Hyuko's body:

- You still has a lot to live, young boy, but still, you did something amazing, not even holding a trace of grudge, but I guess, if it's your end, you need to prepare your sister for it.

The other members of the League were in shock, is not everyday you see a ghost, specially from a friend. When she saw everyone safe, she turned to me and smiled:

- You did it! YOU DID IT!

She tugged and hugged me, but it wasn't cold, her ghost was wasm as if she was alive, this was scarying me, I felt like she was saying goodbye:

- T-Tia? W-why do they see you? Why are you so warm?

- My boy, it doesn't matter, thank you! Thank you for saving them!

- W- well... that's my job... saving people...

- Even the villains?

- THEY ARE STILL PEOPLE! Like the two of us! I'm a boy in a girl's body, and you were a woman in a man's body, but we're still people!

- Yeah, we are... Milli, could you promise me something?

- I'm listening...

- Take care of them for me? They're my family and-

- No need to say anything more. I will. No matter what will happen, I'll do my best.

- Heh... you're really like me.

Then she pulled back a bit, and kissed my forehead:

- Take care, my boy...

And then she started to fade, and somehow I knew, she finally found her peace. But this made me so desperate, I started to cry:

- T-Tia? I-I don't know if-

- I know you can, and your friends will help y...

And then she were gone. I was a train wreck at that moment. But then a question, coming from the lizard man, Spinner:

- Who the hell are you? And why could you talk and understand what that ghost? She was our friend!

I recomposed myself a bit, and with the strongest face I could manage, I answered:

- I'm Magne's kid.

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