#'its never gonna be over. there's always others. there's always gon' be something to hunt.'

[sobsicles]

what if this whole thing was over tonight? man, id sleep for a month. go back to school. just be a person again. you wanna go back to school? yeah, once we're done hunting the thing. huh. why? is there something wrong with that? no. no, it's uh. great. good for you. i mean...what are you gonna go when it's all over? it's never gonna be over. there's gonna be others. there's always gon' be something to hunt. but there's gotta be something...that you want for yourself. yeah, i don't want you to leave the second this thing's over, sam! dude, what's your problem? why do you think i drag you everywhere, huh? i mean, why do you think i came and got you from stanford in the first place? because dad was in trouble. because you wanted to find the thing that killed mom. yes, that, but it's more than that, man. y-you and me and dad. man, i want us to—i want us to be together again. i want us to be a family again. dean, we are a family. id do anything for you, but things will never be the way they were before. could be. i don't want them to be.

#here. if any of you dean kinnies need a reason to cry #legitimately can't watch that scene without crying. like fully bawling my eyes out. #ive never seen a man more stuck in his situation. wanting to get out and knowing that he cant. that he cant live with himself if he tried. #'its never gonna be over. there's always others. there's always gon' be something to hunt.' #dean winchester the man with the biggest goddamn heart in the world. the biggest heart FOR the world. #he could want out until the cows came home. but he felt obligated to fight. to save people. to continue on with how they were raised. #no sam. he doesnt want things for himself because he was never fucking ALLOWED. and now he doesn't fucking know HOW. #the only goddamn thing he was ever allowed to want and told to want was his family and his little brother safe. thats it. #and he genuinely wanted those things too. bc thats all he knew. bc thats what made him happy. #and neither his dad nor his brother wanted the same. #no fucking wonder he has abandonment issues. #every goddamn thing he's ever wanted has wanted to leave him. #he just didnt want to be alone. he just wanted his family. he just wanted to be wanted the same way he wanted them. #he wanted to be enough. and they repeatedly showed him that he wasnt. #early season dean genuinely breaks my fucking heart. he just. he seriously crushes my whole goddamn soul. #idc idc do not come for me about how problematic he could be and how j*hn had shit to do and how sam just wanted to live his life #literally do not give a fuck. j*hn was a piece of shit father and thats NOT up for debate. it's just not #sam didnt have to give up his brother to have a life. like im sorry but he didnt. #and 'id do anything for you BUT' like. sam #sam sweetie. thats not. thats not how that works. you dont KNOW. #dean would LITERALLY do anything for sam. esp in early seasons era. lile sam doesnt know that he's dean's kid. #he doesnt fucking know. jesus. im about to go feral. genuinely losing my shit over this dialogue and this scene and dean's FACE #i cant believe im saying this but... #jensen understand the assignment. like. he knew from the get go. he Got dean. #idk i just cant articulate how upsetting this is. how heartbreaking. #dean just wanted people to stay. or to even want to. and no one did. #cant do this today. head in my hands. i am dean-coded and know his faults etc. yet i would die for dean winchester. but he wouldn't LET ME #dean bean #s1 dean makes me ache yall #spn 1x16

[passable-talent]

Going with Ani to free his mom because you know it’s such a big moment for him (and obviously being there for the aftermath)

oof. here I go to make myself angsty for the evening

same day request answering. its like its april.

Padme Amidala is a really good person. It pretty much all comes back to that. 

She’s kind. She’s empathetic. She recognizes when someone is in pain, and when someone needs help. She understands when an unwise course of action is one that needs to be taken. 

So, of course, she understood when the Jedi apprentice meant to protect her instead wanted to run away to his birth planet and help his mother. Of course she did. 

Though, level headed as she was, she thought that it might be wise to gather up another Jedi. To watch over her while Anakin was distracted, or possibly to help Anakin face whatever plagued his mother. 

She suggested Anakin call upon Obi-Wan, which he refused. Obi-Wan’s mission was just as important, and if he knew what Anakin planned, Anakin would never be allowed to go.

So, instead, he called for you. 

You were also a Jedi apprentice, at that time training between missions at the temple on Coruscant. Your master, Shaak Ti, trusted you immensely, and granted you permission to leave on your own. You commanded a Starfighter and were on your way- opening a com to Anakin en route. You had never been to Tatooine before, but had heard about it whenever Anakin felt like sharing his childhood. As his closest friend other than his master, you knew how much his mother weighed on his soul, and how much he had wished that Qui-Gon could have saved her, too. You had known that one day, he would try to return. He had promised his Shmi as much. 

Anakin’s reunion with Watto was tense for just about everyone there. You didn’t know the terrain, you barely knew Padme, you certainly didn’t know Watto, but you felt the impatience rolling off of Anakin. It put you on edge, and so as he followed Watto into the shop, you kept pace behind Padme, ensuring her safety. It was the one thing you felt you were capable of doing, the one thing you could control. 

Anakin wasn’t very talkative. Padme tried- but he was a focused man, and felt closer to finding his mother than he had in a decade. You were a silent support, beside the senator, as though you could take some of the weight off of Anakin’s shoulders. Every emotion he experienced seemed to radiate out from him, and it almost made your head pound to get blasted with them all- the guilt, the fear, the anger. You just hoped that he’d find his mother alive, or else, you imagined, this would get so much worse. 

When you left the ship again, you found yourself in the most flat, barren landscape you’d ever seen. Growing up among the skyscrapers of Coruscant, it was almost unfathomable, to look out at the horizon and see nothing between you and it. 

There was, however, one little building, which you could gather was your destination. And a droid. 

Anakin’s mind must have been clouded by his emotion, or maybe he just wasn’t showing it, because you could feel that something was off. From the moment C-3PO requested to go inside, you knew that there was nothing but bad news here. You couldn’t say anything, though- you felt it wasn’t your place. Anakin was among his family, now, even if they’d never met him, and he needed to hear it from them. 

You could tell. Shmi Skywalker was gone. 

“It was just before dawn,” Cliegg Lars explained, “they came out of nowhere. A hunting party of Tusken Raiders.” You had heard of them before- in Anakin’s ramblings of the pod racing he did as a child. You sat at the end of the table opposite Cliegg, though it did feel informal. The head of the table was meant for anyone other than you, surely- but Anakin had his place at Cliegg’s right hand, and Owen at his left. 

“Your mother had gone out early, like she always did, to pick mushrooms off the vaporators.” At the very least, you were silently happy that Shmi had spent her last years as a free woman with a husband that clearly cared about her greatly. 

“From the tracks, she was about halfway home...” Your heart broke with every word for Anakin Skywalker, who had spent years dreaming of returning for his mother, only to arrive too late. “...When they took her.” Anakin’s face was devoid of clear emotion, but you knew him well- you could see that famous temper brewing inside of him. But, this was more than a frustration. This was so much deeper than that. 

“Those tuskens walk like men,” Cliegg continued with a sigh, “but they’re mindless, vicious monsters. Thirty of us went out after her, four of us came back.” You lowered your head in respect, but kept your eyes on your friend, whose brows were tightly knit. He was thinking, mulling it over, considering, processing. You couldn’t blame him, but wished you could make it easier. 

“I’d be out there with them, but...” Cliegg, too, was weighed down by his grief. His loss, you could see, was still just as raw as Anakin’s. “After I lost my leg, I just couldn’t ride anymore, until I heal.” Anakin’s heart seemed to break open wider with every moment that passed him by, and Cliegg continued, trying to reassure his lost stepson that his mother hadn’t died unloved. 

“I don’t want to give up on her, but she’s been gone a month.” Unimaginable it was how much it must’ve hurt Anakin to know that he had missed her by only a month. “There’s little hope she’s lasted this long.”

And there it was- the clear implication to Anakin that his mother was not only gone, but dead. That there was a finality to it, and nothing he could do. You watched him, carefully, as he turned his head, and clearly you could see that he didn’t take such helplessness well. 

He stood, and you made to do the same, but the both of you were interrupted by Owen, asking Anakin’s intensions. 

“To find my mother,” Anakin said, and you let out a short breath. 

“Your mother’s dead, son,” Cliegg said, with the voice of a heartbroken husband, “Accept it.” 

Anakin left without a word. 

You followed, knowing his plan. 

“Anakin, it’s dangerous,” you told him, and he turned, shaking his head. 

“I’m going. I have to.” 

“I know,” you said, and in the gaze you shared with him, he realized that you meant to come with him. 

Padme emerged from the entrance, and her gaze met yours. You nodded, and she gathered that you hadn’t been able to stop him. You hadn’t tried. 

“You’re gonna have to stay here,” you said, a little more hardness in your tone than you had intended. “You’ll be safe until we return.” Anakin stood behind you, grief and anger rolling off of him, and though she could not feel the Force, Padme clearly could see a man in pain. After all, Padme Amidala is a really good person. She walked to him and gave him a brief hug. 

“We won’t be long,” you promised as they parted, and as she retreated inside, you followed him to the speeder. 

The longer he rode, the more anguish he felt. He hardened before you, from a boy who lost his mother, to a man who sought revenge. You could only hope you would serve to curb the damage. 

Just after nightfall you reached the encampment of the raiders, their domes still lit by dying fires. You deferred to Anakin’s lead, assuming that he would know your enemy better than you. It had been a while since the two of you had gone on a mission together- if the atmosphere were less dire, you might have even enjoyed it. 

You don’t know how he chose which dome to enter, but it was the right one. You felt the world change when Anakin laid eyes on the bloodied woman tied to a post, like you were recognizing her yourself. Shmi Skywalker, still alive.

“Go,” you whispered, stationing yourself between the opening of the dome and the opening Anakin had created. His reunion was his own, and you gave him the best security and privacy you could. It was astounding that she had survived, all this time, and for a moment you were filled with hope, joy, that he had disobeyed Cliegg and searched for her anyway. Otherwise, she likely never would have been found. You kept your eyes to the night outside the dome, a lookout, your breathing calm with the joy and love and relief that Anakin had once again allowed into his body. 

And then you felt it change. 

You whirled around, and she was dead, and Anakin’s silence was suddenly all you could hear. The world was turning red around the both of you as he felt the grief of his mother’s death for a second time, and his eyes lifted to yours. 

“Anakin,” you breathed, knowing nothing else to say. His grief hardened into anger, but he gently closed her eyes and held her close. You didn’t know what to do. Panic hit you hard as his anger curdled into rage, and his eyes lifted. 

“Anakin, we need to take her home,” you said, hoping to deflect his focus. He didn’t listen. 

As he lowered her gently to the floor so that he could stand, you tried to move into his way, and successfully you cupped his face, catching his eyes for just a moment. In them, you didn’t see the anger you felt from him. In them, you saw so much sadness. 

And so you let him go. 

It wasn’t the Jedi way, you knew that. And you wished you could will yourself to move, to stop him, because the pain that his actions would cause would haunt him, possibly for the rest of his life. But it felt as though he needed this, as though it was the only thing that would sate his soul. So you breathed mantras, and did your best to combat his anger with peace, thinking that it might invade him. 

And when the Tusken Raiders had all given their last breaths to Anakin Skywalker, you went to him. 

He collapsed to his knees under his own weight, no longer grieving but feeling a consuming emptiness. You had to force yourself to block it out as you ran to him, and pulled him against you. Never before had you felt someone who needed a hug so bad, and only then did he begin to break, knotting his fingers into the robes at your back. He buried his face, but did not cry, and you stayed as long as he needed you to. 

You drove home. He held his mother, behind you, cradling her like she had once held him. You rode through sunrise, back to Cliegg’s home, where quickly you were met by Owen, Padme, Cliegg, Beru. You dismounted quickly and retreated, knowing that this was Anakin’s moment, and his alone. His anger had returned, but it didn’t feel so sharp anymore- it was anger and sadness and frustration, and it just felt to you like pain. Incredible pain. 

You stayed in the room with him, wherever he went, continuing the strategy you’d had back at the camp. You held peace in your chest, and hoped that he could feel it the way you felt his pain. You hoped it would calm him. His pain did not fade, but it did dull, and for a while as he tinkered with the shifter, it felt as though maybe the anger had drained from his body. 

Padme entered with two meals, and she handed one to you before approaching Anakin, her footsteps light, but her presence noticeable. 

“I brought you something,” she said over his shoulder, and when he didn’t respond, she moved around to his front. “Are you hungry?”

“The shifter broke,” he told her, and if it wouldn’t have taken from your concentration you would’ve chuckled. He avoided the question- you knew he hadn’t eaten in at least a day. “Life seems so much simpler when you’re fixing things.” You would give anything to have back the boy you’d trained with on Corellia. So heavy Anakin felt now, with everything that had happened. You wished you could give him back the peace he had once felt. Padme looked to you briefly as she moved to set down the tray near Anakin, and you nodded. You’d get him to eat eventually. 

“I’m good at fixing things,” Anakin continued, “always was.” Padme turned back to him slowly, the both of you noticing the waver in his voice. “But I couldn’t...” he trailed off, putting down his tools. “Why’d she have to die? Why couldn’t I save her?” You sat up, more toward your feet, ready to approach him if you felt the need. He was getting ramped up again, but the jagged edges of his grief this time was less anger and more blame. Blame on the Tuskens, blame on himself. “I know I could have!” He turned from Padme and for the briefest of moments his eyes met yours, but he moved forward, away from both of you.

“Sometimes there are things no one can fix,” Padme said softly, and you kept your breathing steady to combat his erratic emotion. “You’re not all powerful, Ani.” 

“Well, I should be,” he said, giving her words no time to hang in the air. 

“Anakin,” you said, showing disapproval of such a thought, and for the first time wished Obi-Wan was there. 

“Someday I will be,” he insisted. “I will be the most powerful Jedi ever.” He turned to face you and Padme again, tears glistening on his face but his expression angry. You didn’t know what to say, even when he levied his gaze toward you. 

“I promise you. I will even learn to stop people from dying.” 

“Anakin,” it was Padme’s turn to say, and what he said next shook you to your core.

“It’s all Obi-Wan’s fault!” he shouted, “He’s jealous! He’s holding me back!” Anakin launched whatever he’d picked up across the room, and it clattered quietly before coming to rest. 

“You know that’s not true,” you said, quickly rising to your feet. You took a step closer to Anakin as he turned away, but did not get too near. 

“I know,” he conceded under his breath. Padme sensed what was really going on.

“What’s wrong, Ani?’ She asked, and finally you realized what was truly causing his pain, in this moment. He was looking at his hands as he stuttered the beginning of a sentence, the hands that had killed so many. 

The peace in your body faltered- if you had stopped him, he wouldn’t be grieving nearly so much now. It was your fault.

“I killed them,” he explained, “I killed them all. They’re dead- every single one of them.” He turned to Padme with rage at himself and the raiders twitching his lips, tears still falling from his eyes. “And not just the men, but the women and the children, too. They’re like animals, and I slaughtered them like animals!” You lowered your head, trying to push away your own guilt so that you could be there for him. His pain, you knew, was greater than yours. 

“I hate them!” 

Hate leads to suffering. 

As Anakin sank to the floor, you and Padme sat to flank his sides. You were his best friend, closer to him than anyone else in the world, and so you leaned against his side while Padme offered her words. 

“To be angry is to be human.” 

“I’m a Jedi,” Anakin insisted, “I know I’m better than this.”

“Most Jedi never know their parents,” you said softly, “and never form attachments. There is no one in a Jedi’s life who matters as much as your mother does to you. I’m sure you’re taking this with more grace than Master Windu would have.” Anakin didn’t laugh, but he did quiet, almost as though he believed you. Slowly you found the hand he held beside his knee, and gathered it into yours. 

Padme leaned forward and gave him the best hug she could from the side, but then left Anakin alone with you. 

She’s a good person, like that. 

“Anakin, I’ve known you for a long time,” you started quietly, “and all of that time I’ve known you to be a kind man. A compassionate man. Quick to anger, yes, but not to judgement. They earned your rage, and that’s okay. It does not outweigh all of the good you’ve done in your life.” His grip tightened on your hand, still his breathing erratic, but once again the jagged edges of his mind began to soften. You let silence drift into the room for a moment as he slowly evened. 

“She was beautiful,” you said, laying your head down onto his shoulder. He nodded, and slowly, there grew the beginning of a smile on his face. “And she won’t be forgotten.” 

-🦌 Roe

#reader insert #angst #imagines #star wars #star wars anakin #star wars prequels #star wars self insert #jedi reader #anakin imagine #poor anakin #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #fics

[blackmissfrizzle]

Dance Lessons

Pairing: black!reader x Dean Winchester

Summary: Dean gets an unexpected dance lesson and uses it on his lady.

Request:  Deanx Black!Reader. Basically the reader is teaching Dean about dancing in our culture and offers to show him the dances: (grinding, hip rollin, twerking, dutty wining/whining) after he catches her vibing out to an old school reggae song

A/N:  I’m finally back with another Dean fic! requested by @nervouspetsonanime I changed it a bit, because I didn’t know the full history and didn’t want to butcher it, I hope you like it.

Warnings: Language and mentions of smut.

“Another one,” you asked Dean, noticing his beer getting low.

He licked his bottom lip to catch the remaining alcohol on his lips, set his beer down and started to get up. “Yeah, I can use one.”

Stopping him, you pushed him back down to his seat. “No, I’ll get it. Plus, I have these,” you lowered your shirt down to show off your boobs. “I’ll get our drinks much quicker.”

Dean growled, he wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you closer to him, his usually bright green eyes darkened before they caught sight of your full lips. Biting your lower lip, he whispered against you, “Please don’t make me fight tonight. I’m too tired after dealing with that nest.”

Chuckling at his protectiveness, you gave Dean a quick peck. “Don’t worry I have all the energy if someone gets out of line, since you took some of my kills tonight.”

“I’m sorry I’m the superior hunter,” Dean joked, knowing you were just as good, probably even better than him.

“Oh really,” you cocked an eyebrow, slipping out of his grasp.

“I’m paying for that later, aren’t I?” Dean yelled, as you made your way towards the crowded bar. You mouthed ‘oh yeah’ and Dean had to shake his head for his stupidity.

Since, Eileen and Sam went back to the motel, Dean kept all his attention on you as you maneuvered through the crowd. He couldn’t help but admire the curve of your hips as you squeezed past people, your cute little smile when you said ‘excuse me’, or how the small of back showed when you had to lift your drink from spilling. Dean didn’t understand how he gotten so lucky with you, but one thing for sure he wasn’t gonna mess it up.

Waiting on the bartender to get to you, the sounds of Turn Me On filled the air and unconsciously you started moving your hips until a group of black girls pulled you into their dance circle and cheered you on. One of the girls flushed herself against you and the both of you were moving your hips in sync. You were having a blast that you forgot that you were supposed to be getting you and Dean’s drinks.

When the song was over, the girl you were dancing against introduced herself and her friends. “Girl, you got some moves! I’m Jade and that’s Sydney, Mika, and Tyler.”

“You too, I had trouble keeping up with you!” you complimented her, “And I’m Y/N.”

“Is that a creep or is he with you?” Jade pointed to a possessive Dean. He was staring you down, trying to communicate to the others that you were off limits.

Rolling your eyes at him, you responded to Jade. “Yeah, that’s my boyfriend Dean.”

She quirked an eyebrow at you and pulled you a little further from her friends. “By any chance is his last name Winchester?”

Eyeing her suspiciously, you pulled away from her a bit, getting ready for a fight if need be. “Yeah, why?”

“Girl, calm down,” she giggled at you. “Me and my boyfriend are hunters too. The combination of Dean and Y/N are famous in our community.”

Letting out a deep breath you hugged her until you forgot that she didn’t know you like that. “Sorry, its just-”

“Not that many black hunters, especially black women. Girl, its all good.” She finished your sentence for you.

***

I calmed down a bit when I saw Y/N hug the girl she was dancing with earlier. When I saw her tense up, I thought somehow a vampire got loose and it was threatening her. But now it seemed like Y/N knew the girl, but that was impossible, since she didn’t have many friends he didn’t know because of the life.

“They probably just figured out that they’re both hunters.” A black guy a couple of inches than me, but much broader interrupted my thoughts. Sticking out his hand for me to shake, he introduced himself, “I’m Lawrence Wheeler.”

“The wendingo hunter? No shit. Dean Winchester.” I introduced myself and shook his hand.

“Pretty much figured that when I saw the Impala outside and the way you kept watching everyone like they were some type of threat.”

Taking a sip of my beer I replied, “Never can be too careful.”

After that, Lawrence and I traded war stories while we waited on the girls get their drinks. He’s a cool guy and I was about to suggest we hunt together when I heard Y/N’s favorite song, Back That Azz Up, which I only knew because it was on her twerk playlist.

She looked for me and crooked her finger to come over and as always, I declined and just stood there and watched. I never knew what to do once Y/N starts twerking, so I always watch until I couldn’t take it anymore and fuck her against the nearest surface.

Lawrence nudged me out of my trance of watching Y/N’s ass work. “You ain’t gon’ dance with ya girl?”

“Nope, not much of a dancer.”

“Oh okayyy, you can’t handle all that ass she’s throwing.”

Quickly, I turned to Lawrence and I must’ve had my bitch face, because he held his hands up in surrender. “Chill out, I wasn’t staring at your lady’s ass. I just made an observation. Obviously, she can dance, and you can’t.”

Calming down a bit, I mumbled a weak yes. Disappointed that it was so obvious.

“Lemme ask you this: can you fuck? I mean like you be having your girl acting like a dope fiend for the dick.”

Smiling to myself, I just thought about how Y/N couldn’t keep her hands off me on our way to the bar and the quickie we had in the back of Baby. Hell, half the time she initiates sex and if I really wanna be picky I could say more than half because she likes to tease me until I snap.

“By that smile, I’m taking that as a yes,” Lawrence concluded and I nodded my head in agreement. “With all respect if you know how to dick her down, then you know how to dance.”

“Man, I don’t know.” I objected taking another sip of beer, watching Y/N make one cheek bounce at a time.

Lawrence moved from the side of me to directly in front and pointed at Y/N. “Look what she’s doing right now is twerking.”

“I know what the hell twerking is!”

“Did you know that twerking is the moving of the ass and whining is the moving of the hips?”

Now I’m completely confused. “Wait a minute, I thought it was all the same.”

“No, grasshopper they ain’t. Lemme teach you a little something.” He said, hitting me in the center of my chest, then wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

“Earlier what your lady was doing was called whining. That’s the moving of the hips, usually in a circular motion and mostly to some reggae or dancehall. When she’s doing that, she takes the lead, a’ight?” He looked to me to see if I understood and I nodded yes. “Good, so then all you gonna do is stand behind her, ass against crotch, and move your hips in sync with hers. Now here’s the easy part, how she’s twerking right now, she’s does all the work. All you gotta do is stand behind her and catch what she’s throwing back.”

Lifting an eyebrow, I asked, “That’s it?”

“Yep, playboy. Do it right and people will yell at you to get a room.”

It seemed easy enough. Follow Y/N’s lead and let her do all the work. Could I really do it? Could I do it without messing up?

“I’m gonna go dance with my girl. I’ll catch you before we leave.” Lawrence clapped my hand before he left to join his girlfriend.

**

Jade’s boyfriend joined us and let her dance against him. You kept on dancing with the rest of her friends, wishing Dean would join you. While you were in your groove, you felt someone grab your hips and pull you against them. Quickly, you broke his hold and turned to face the offender.

It was a drunken frat daddy who never heard of the word no. When you had the nerve to look offended, he had the audacity to grab your hips and continue dancing. Grabbing and twisting his wrist, you pulled away from him.

“Awww, c’mon don’t be like that sweetheart,” he slurred making grabby hands.

Slapping his hands away you pointed at a pissed off Dean and smiled at him. Time for him to pay up for his comment from earlier. “My boyfriend is right there and if you don’t stop he’ll kick your ass.”

“What? That old guy? Pfft, I doubt it.” Frat daddy reached behind you and smacked your ass.

You didn’t have time to react because as soon as Dean saw his hand raise, he pushed his way through the crowd to you. An all-out brawl started when Dean punched frat daddy. His fellow frat daddies didn’t approve, and they all attacked Dean.

The bartender finally finished your drinks, so you grabbed yours and leaned back and enjoyed the show. Most of the time you hated when Dean got into bar fights, but there was also, but there was also this one little caveat: Dean was hot as hell when he fights. It was something about how he moved and also his face was so damn pretty. Sometimes, you pissed him off intentionally, so you could admire him in all his glory. But your favorite part is when his shirt hitches up a couple of inches and you catch a sliver of his stomach. It was something so small but turned you on the most.

“A little help?” Dean called out, watching you enjoy your drink.

“Remember you’re the superior hunter. You can handle this.” You smiled, taking another sip. If Dean was truly needed any help you would jump right in, but the only punches that were landing were Dean’s. He was just mad that he had to get some extra cardio in.

Eventually, Dean knocked them out and they left with their tails tucked between their legs. “Not bad for an old guy.” You whispered, hiding a smirk behind your glass.

Reaching behind you, Dean snatched up his beer from the bar and chugged it. A drop escaped his lips and you reached up to kiss it away.

Dean didn’t say anything as he glared down at you and pulled your tank up to hide some of your cleavage. “Hey, he didn’t get to see these babies, it was all this ass that enticed him.” You jokingly said while twerking on Dean.

Knowing he didn’t like dancing, you were about to stop twerking on him when he pulled you back. “Don’t stop.”

Looking back, you eyed him cautiously asking him if he was sure with your eyes. In response, he tipped his head letting you know he was sure.

The song changed and you’ve never been so grateful for Ginuwine before. You didn’t want to scare Dean off by throwing it back too hard.

Wanting to keep it simple, you rolled your hips against his and as just as you suspected Dean kept up. You always knew he had it in him, Dean just got all in his head and fucked it up for himself.

**

What the fuck? I was actually getting it?! Lawerence was right, all I had to do was let Y/N do the work and everything else was a piece of cake.

I suspected she went a little slower for me, but she felt confident in me she started doing a slow twerk on me. Gripping her hips, I signaled to Y/N she could go a little faster.

She bent over some more, shaking her ass right on my dick. It reminded me of last week when I had Y/N’s purple pulled to the side and I was fucking her from behind.

Great, now I was hard. How in the hell am I gonna last?

I’m guessing Y/N could feel my hard-on because the little devil started grinding against me a little bit harder. There was no way I was lasting another song.

Finally, the song ended, and I grabbed Y/N closer. “We’re leaving.” She looked up at me with those ‘fuck me’ eyes and I knew she needed me as badly as I needed her.

Both of us looked for Lawerence and his girlfriend. They were gathering the things as well, getting ready to leave.

Catching up with them, Y/N spoke with Jade while I said my goodbye to Lawerence. “Hey man, thanks for the tip. Anytime you’re near Lebanon or need some backup give me a call.”

Lawerence shook my hand and looked behind me. “Same for you and no problem, man. It seems like it worked for you.” He noted, Y/N’s antsy look.

**

If Dean Winchester didn’t hurry up, this whole bar was gonna get a show and you were sure he wouldn’t appreciate that.

“Damn, girl he got you revved up, huh?” Jade asked, noticing how agitated you looked.

“Hell yeah! And he needs to come on!” You yelled loud enough for him to hear you.

Your voice made Dean hurry up and finish his conversation. Once he was done, you said your final goodbye to Jade and rushed Dean out the door.

Just like before you got to the bar, you couldn’t keep your hands off Dean. One hand was in his hair, the other rubbing is hard-on, your lips suckling on the skin behind his ear while he’s driving.

For whatever reason, Dean was adamant about your safety while he drives, which was hypocritical because he drove like a madman. So, gently he pushed you back into your seat, ordering you to put on your seatbelt.

“But I wanna make you feel good.” You pouted and crossed your arms like a 2-year-old.

This time Dean ran his fingers through your hair. “I promise you’ll get the chance, just be patient. If you kept on, I’ll probably would’ve driven us off the road.”

“We’re here for a good time, not a long time,” you joked. Dean shook his head at you and held your hand until y’all gotten back to the motel.

Once Dean put Baby in park, you jumped out the car and ran to unlock your room. Dean was close behind, itching to take your clothes off.

Your hands were wrapped in Dean’s shirt, mouth nibbling on his ear. “How about you show me more of those dance moves?”

Dean threw you on the bed and climbed on top of you. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m gonna show you a lot more than that.” He chuckled darkly, glad that you didn’t waste any energy with that bar fight, because he was gonna wear you out tonight.

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His Name Was Isaac - Ch. 11

Fanfic summary: During a mission to avenge his mother’s death, Isaac hunts down the men responsible for her murder and kills them off one-by-one, only to discover that his last target is taking refuge among the Van der Linde gang. In an attempt to kill them, Isaac attacks the gang and unknowingly becomes enemies with his own father, who is in the process of fighting his own battle for redemption.

Point of view: third-person

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THAT NIGHT

SOUTH OF RIGGS STATION

Sitting underneath the cool night sky, Arthur and Isaac huddled together around a warm campfire that they built mere minutes ago, cooking a rabbit over its crackling flames.

At the moment, Isaac was wrapped up in a blanket and resting against a boulder, lazily watching the rabbit cook as he slowly rotated the spit. Meanwhile, Arthur leaned back against a tree and gazed upwards, taking in the millions of stars dusting the sky as they flickered sporadically.

It was close to midnight now, as far as Arthur could tell. The two of them traveled for several hours after leaving Blackwater, and decided to take a break once they crossed the Upper Montana River.

Fortunately, Arthur hadn’t seen any other signs of the Pinkertons following his encounter with Agent Ross, and the Van der Lindes appeared to be nowhere either.

Right now, it was just the two of them at this camp. The wilderness around them was quiet with emptiness, and the only sounds that broke the silence were the chirping of crickets, and the distant howling of coyotes.

Everything was peaceful.

Despite their calm state however, Arthur couldn’t stop thinking about the deal Agent Ross proposed to him earlier. For some reason, that man’s words embedded themselves in Arthur’s brain like a nail in wood, and the outlaw found himself preoccupied with about a thousand different questions. None of which he had the answers to.

Every fiber in his being doubted that Ross was being sincere with his offer, and Arthur knew better than to blindly throw his trust around, but as a father who cared about nothing more than the safety of his own child, he couldn’t help but wonder if, perhaps, there was some truth to Edgar’s deal.

Surely, Agent Fordham would protest if Ross went back on his word. That young man made his moral standing rather clear during the bank robbery in Blackwater, and a small part of Arthur hoped he’d be able to sway his superior’s mind the same way he did when Dutch took that woman hostage.

Maybe then, Isaac would have a chance at starting a normal life. This world of outlaws was the last thing Arthur wanted for his son, and if there was any chance he could prevent Isaac from going down the same road he did as a boy, he’d take it in a heartbeat.

He just hoped Isaac wouldn’t fight against it.

“...Dad?” The boy said softly, bringing Arthur back to reality. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“What is it?” He replied, picking up on the young man’s serious tone. Isaac seemed to be in a much more solemn state than before, and just by listening to the kid’s voice, Arthur could tell something was wrong. 

He guessed he wasn’t the only one with a lot on his mind.

“...I wanted to say I’m sorry.” Isaac finally answered.

Arthur gave him a puzzled look. “Sorry? For what?”

“For everything I’ve done.” He explained. “I’ve... been thinkin’ about it for a while, and I’m just now realizing how much damage I’ve caused over these past couple o’ weeks. Especially to you and your gang. I wanted to kill Shay so badly that I was willing to risk those who did nothing wrong to me. I put you in danger. I killed Cleet. I took you away from Dutch. And now, because of everything I did, it’s possible he’ll want to take revenge on us. I’ve caused so many issue due to my own greed, and... I didn’t even take a moment to think about it. I didn’t care.”

Isaac lowered his head in shame, unable to look Arthur in the eye. “I shoulda listened to you back there. I’m sorry, Dad.”

Arthur had to admit, he was a tad surprised at the sudden confession. He knew Isaac was no killer deep inside, but he didn’t realize how much these past few days had actually affected him. 

It was rather clear Isaac had been thinking about this for quite some time. His eyes carried a heavy sense of melancholy within them, and the longer Arthur examined the disheartened expression on his face, the more he could see the kid’s mind tearing itself apart.

“You got nothin’ to apologize for, Isaac.” Arthur replied sincerely. “I know the road’s been pretty bumpy lately, but it ain’t your fault. The truth is--” a short cough interrupted him, “--you... you actually helped me. Before we met, I used to spend my days thinkin’ about nothing except how all this was gonna end. Our gang was fallin’ apart, Dutch was dyin’ of his illness, and... well, there weren’t much I really cared for anymore.”

Isaac threw a confused look at him. “But... what about Dutch? I thought he was like a father to you.”

“He is,” Arthur corrected, “but no matter how close we was in the past, that man’s too dangerous to be around now. He’s like a stick of dynamite waitin’ to go off. That ain’t someone I want in my life. Or in yours. The reality is, you saved me from a heap of trouble I was always too stupid to put behind me. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Isaac fell silent at the response, evidently surprised by Arthur’s sentiment. He expected the man to be a little more reserved about everything that was happening, but contrary to his belief, the outlaw actually seemed to be content with this new path they were taking, regardless of how chaotic it may’ve been. 

“That’s good to hear.” Isaac replied, sounding genuinely relieved. “I just keep wondering if I did the right thing, y’know. Killin’ Shay.”

Arthur let out a sigh, struggling to get his thoughts in order. “Revenge is always a messy business, I’m afraid. There’s never an easy answer. I suppose... it really comes down to whether you think the sacrifice is worth it or not.” He paused, glancing at Isaac. “...Do you?”

The young man shrugged, his brow furrowed in uncertainty. “Well... I met you in the process. So I’d say so.”

Arthur chuckled warmly at that. “So it would seem.” He leaned forward, putting a reassuring hand on Isaac’s knee. “Try not to think too much about it, kiddo. We can’t change what’s done. We can only move on.” He gestured to the campfire. “Oh, also, you’re burnin’ the rabbit.”

Isaac cursed in realization and rushed to remove the charred animal from the spit, earning a laugh from the other man. “Shit...!”

Arthur rose to his feet and stretched his arms out, letting out a yawn. “Welp, I’m gon’ get some shut-eye. I’m thinking we can start heading for Wallace Station tomorrow. Make our way up north. Possibly even try to reach Canada.”

“You wanna go that far?” Isaac asked.

“Maybe. It’s the only way we’ll ever get them Pinkertons off our tail for good. We’d be outta their reach if we crossed the border. But I ain’t never actually been there... so we’ll see.”

Arthur took a seat in his tent. “Anyway, we can talk more about it tomorrow. For now, just focus on gettin’ some rest. These next few days are gonna be tough.”

Lying down on the ground, Arthur left Isaac to his own devices as the boy got in a last-minute meal, putting out the campfire now that he was done with it. The both of them were exhausted from traveling all day and constantly looking over their shoulders for Pinkertons, that the older man began to wonder if he should’ve asked John for help.

He didn’t know if Marston was still alive, or if he was even still in the country, but Arthur couldn’t deny that he missed that grumpy old bastard. He hadn’t seen him ever since the man fled Dutch’s gang eight years ago, and part of him wished that they could meet up again.

But... no. He couldn’t do that to John. That man had a possible wife and son to look out for now. The last thing he needed was Arthur bringing the law’s attention onto his doorstep, if it wasn’t already there. He got out of the Van der Lindes for a reason, and Arthur didn’t want to put his family at risk.

Arthur decided he would stay away from John for now. He and Isaac had been surviving well enough so far, and unless something disastrous were to occur, he thought it best if he left the man alone.

There was nothing more to be said between them, after all, and just like he told Isaac mere moments ago, there was no way he could change what happened in the past.

He could only move on from it.

~~~~~~~~~~

THE NEXT DAY

AN HOUR AFTER DAWN

Waking up to the smell of wet grass and freshly-poured rain, Arthur found himself lying in the middle of a crisp, chilly morning as a thick layer of fog spread across the land, obscuring everything in a fuzzy, white haze. 

He felt well rested -- or at least more rested than before -- and he couldn’t help but notice that this was the first night in a while where he didn’t suffer from some incessant nightmare. In fact, he couldn’t recall having any dreams at all.

Maybe that was a sign things were getting better.

Typically, Arthur would dream of those he had lost in the past. He’d see faces like Hosea, or Mary, or even Eliza, sometimes. They’d always talk to him as if they were still around, and Arthur would believe it. He’d have meaningful conversations with them in his head and laugh along with their jokes... only to wake up a few hours later and feel the cold sensation of reality sinking in once again.

He always wished he could go back to his dreams. They were far more comforting than the brutality of the real world, and usually, Arthur had nothing to look forward to upon waking up.

Now though, Arthur finally had something to care about outside of his dreams. He had the child he always wanted as a young man, and the chance to raise him right, despite their unusual situation.

He was going to do his best to be the father that Hosea was to him, and God willing, never become anything like Dutch. 

Lord knew Isaac deserved better than that.

Bringing himself to a sitting position, Arthur rolled his shoulders and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, still feeling a bit groggy. Things were quiet this morning, apart from the neighing of the horses, and it looked like their camp had been left undisturbed by any unwanted company.

When Arthur got a better look at the tent across from him however, he suddenly realized that the sleeping bag was empty, and Isaac was nowhere to be seen.

It didn’t take long for Arthur to bolt out of his tent.

“Isaac?” He called out, searching the small camp. It looked like Aldo was still hitched to his post in the same spot Isaac left him, so Arthur assumed the man didn’t leave.

At least, not voluntarily.

“Isaac!” Arthur exclaimed again, starting to grow worried. He suddenly noticed a note lying on a stump next to his tent. 

Arthur narrowed his eyes, hurriedly reading the scribbled text.

“We’re out of water. Went to the river to get some. Will be back soon.”

For a moment, the man was relieved at the news and let out a brief sigh, but instantly felt his fear spike once again when the unmistakable sound of a gunshot thundered somewhere in the distance.

Isaac was in trouble.

“Goddammit...!” Arthur cursed in panic, grabbing his guns before sprinting to his mount.

Throwing himself onto the Andalusian, the outlaw kicked his spurs into the horse’s sides and galloped in the direction of the gunshot, keeping his eyes peeled as he scanned the region for his son.

He didn’t hear anything else echoing through the fog at the moment, aside from a few muffled voices, but the weather made it so damned difficult to navigate through these fields, that Arthur almost had to rely on his hearing entirely.

Thankfully, he was somewhat familiar with the area and knew where the river was, leading him to make a direct beeline for the south. He only prayed Isaac was still there.

“Isaac!” Arthur shouted. “Goddammit, boy, where the hell are you...?!”

Whipping the reins even harder, Arthur practically soared across the land as he flicked his eyes around in trepidation, desperately searching for any sign of the young man.

He didn’t know where on Earth he was right now, and the only thing he could see was fog, but judging by the fact that he could make out the voices more clearly now, Arthur assumed he was getting closer. 

The outlaw hopped off his mount and decided to proceed on foot from there, not wanting to draw the attention of any enemies that could’ve been nearby.

“...Just tell me what I wanna know,” someone said from deep within the haze, “and this’ll all be over for you soon, princess. I promise.”

Arthur immediately recognized the conniving voice, causing his heart to pound in his chest. It was Micah. That meant Dutch had to be somewhere nearby.

“Lemme go, you sons-of-bitches...!” Isaac barked in a strained tone, clearly struggling against something.

Micah chuckled mockingly. “Afraid I can’t do that, cowboy. Not until you tell me where your pa is. I’m sure he and his sour face are sulkin’ around here somewhere.”

“Didn’t you hear me the first time?” The young man reiterated. “I said I don’t know!”

“Oh, I heard you, alright, but I don’t believe you. There ain’t no way you coulda made it this far on your own. Not without a little help to push you along. You’s a clever little lad, I’ll give you that. But even you couldn’t survive out here. I know you’re travelin’ with the old man, so tell me where he is...” Arthur heard the click of a pistol’s hammer, “...or I’ll find him myself.”

Still, Isaac didn’t budge.

“...My father was right about you.” He said plainly. “You ain’t nothin’ but a snake, Micah. A boot-lickin’ coward who could never look a real man in the eye. You betrayed Dutch, and we both know it. He’ll have your head if he ever--”

Micah slammed his gun into Isaac’s temple.

“You watch your goddamn mouth, boy! You don’t know what the hell you’re talkin’ about.” The man scoffed in amusement. “Seems to me like you’s just as delusional as your daddy. What a surprise.”

Micah glanced at Joe who was currently restraining Isaac with a gun to the head and signaled him to bring the kid back to camp, gesturing to their horses.

“Go on and bring Morgan junior here back to Dutch. I’m sure the boss is eager to have a word with him.”

“But what about Arthur?” Joe asked.

Micah waved a dismissive hand. “We’ll find the cranky old bastard some other time. Hell, if we’re lucky, he might even come to us. For now, let’s just see what we can get outta the boy.”

The other man sighed. “Fine. But I ain’t gonna--”

Startling all three of them, a bullet suddenly blasted its way into Joe’s skull and sent him collapsing into the river with a large splash, giving Isaac the opening he needed.

Unwrapping Joe’s arms from his neck, Isaac instantly broke free from his grasp and yanked out his hunting knife, cutting a deep gash into Micah’s left eye before tackling the man to the ground.

“You goddamned miserable wretch!” Micah hissed, blocking Isaac’s attacks. “I’m gonna kill you!”

Shoving the young man’s meager weight off of him, Micah headbutted Isaac and turned the tide of the fight, rolling around so that the other man was underneath him.

Before the boy even had a chance to react, Micah pressed his hands around Isaac’s throat and strangled him as best he could, shaking his grip with the amount of strength he was putting into it.

“You dunno how long I’ve been wantin’ to do this, cowpoke...!” Micah growled. “I shoulda killed you the first time I laid eyes on you.”

Pointlessly gasping for air, Isaac writhed in Micah’s iron hold and desperately tried to pry his arms off with a few punches to the face, but to no avail. The man only continued to squeeze Isaac’s neck and chuckled sadistically, reveling in the morbid sight beneath him.

Just as he was about to finish the boy off however, a third party suddenly barged into the scene, forcing Micah to bring his attention elsewhere.

“Get the hell off of him, you son-of-a-bitch!” Arthur roared, grabbing Micah by the shoulders before hurling him to the ground.

Isaac let out a deep gasp upon being released and hungrily drank the air around him, coughing violently as he tried to catch his breath. Meanwhile, Arthur pinned Micah to the dirt and slammed his knuckles into the man’s nose, practically burying his fist in his face.

“And there he is...!” Micah said with a bloody smile. “I knew you’d come crawlin’ outta your hole sooner or later.”

“You shut your mouth, Micah!” Arthur threatened through clenched teeth. “I’m sick of listenin’ to all your bluster!”

The other man laughed. “You don’t like what I have to say ‘cause you know it’s the truth...! You’re old news, Morgan. The gang’s got a new order. Dutch is finished with you, and he’s gonna nail you to a cross when he finds you.”

“Well, he ain’t gonna be any kinder to you,” Arthur countered. “You know what loyalty means to that man. If Dutch is gonna damn me for what I’ve done, then so be it. But you best believe you’re goin’ straight to Hell with me.”

Micah chuckled. “Then I hope the trip is worth it.”

Throwing a series of punches, Arthur continued to beat Micah to a pulp and stained the river’s water red with his blood, fully intending on killing the man until the ominous sound of someone cocking their gun reached his ears.

Arthur came to a halt and looked over his shoulder, spotting none other than Bill Williamson himself standing in the distance.

He paused, waiting for the man to say something.

“Williamson...” he warned, his voice dangerously rough, “if you’re gonna use that gun, you better make sure I’m goddamn dead.”

The other outlaw hesitated, loosely aiming his rifle at Arthur’s head.

“Arthur, I--”

 Just as he lifted his weapon however, Isaac whipped out his own, causing the four of them to come to a stalemate.

“Christ, Arthur...” Bill muttered in frustration. “You always was a pain to deal with.”

Isaac pulled the hammer down. “Yeah, well you better get the hell outta here now, or I’ll blow Micah’s brains out myself.”

“I... I can’t just return to Dutch empty-handed!” Bill exclaimed, glancing back and forth between Arthur and Isaac. “You know that man. How d’you think he’s gonna react when I come back with nothin’ but Joe’s corpse and a beaten-to-hell Micah?”

Arthur kept his grip on Micah’s collar, glaring Bill directly in the eye.

“...I don’t care.” He said slowly. 

The other man glowered at that. “No. I guess you never did.”

Not wanting to escalate things any further, Arthur finally decided enough was enough and threw Micah’s unconscious body to the ground, admittedly somewhat ashamed of losing himself like that in front of Isaac.

The last thing he wanted was for Isaac to see the side of him that Dutch created all those years ago, but the boy was safe for the moment, and that was all he cared about.

He just hoped the kid wouldn’t be afraid of him after this.

“Bill,” Arthur said as the outlaw began dragging Micah away, “when you get back to camp, you tell Dutch to leave us the hell alone. Otherwise, none of you will be walkin’ away next time.”

“Sure, Arthur.” Bill replied flatly, sounding a little hurt. “Whatever you say.”

Watching the two of them disappear into the fog, Arthur and Isaac stayed back as Joe’s body began floating downstream with the river’s current, bumping into the numerous rocks protruding from the water along the way.

It didn’t look like Dutch was with them at the time being, so Arthur figured it would be safe for now, but that didn’t mean he was letting his guard down anytime soon. 

Within just a couple of days, they had already run into both the Pinkertons and the Van der Lindes, exactly like Arthur feared.

They’d have to be even more discreet from here on out, and that was what brought Arthur to his next move.

He turned to Isaac, shaking his head at the young man.

“What the hell was you thinking?” Arthur scolded fiercely. “Runnin’ off on your own like that, not even botherin’ to wake me up.”

Isaac rubbed his neck in pain, still recovering from Micah’s attack.

“We were outta water, like I said. I just came to collect more.”

“Yeah, and you nearly got yourself killed in the process! You shoulda told me where you was going, or brought me along with you! What if--” Arthur was interrupted by a series of coughs, forcing him to calm down.

“...What if,” he continued, his tone much softer now, “I didn’t find you in time? How d’you think that would’ve gone?”

The young man sighed, drained of all his energy. “I... I know. I’m sorry, Dad. I didn’t mean to put you through that.”

Arthur let out a deep exhale, deciding to let it go for now.

“Well... just stay close to me from here on out. We got Pinkertons and Dutch’s gang hunting us down. I can’t afford to lose sight of you. Understand?”

Isaac nodded. “I understand.”

“Good. Then let’s get the hell outta here. Before anyone else shows up.”

Placing a hand on Isaac’s shoulder, Arthur quickly guided the boy back to his horse and away from the brutal scene, not wanting to stick around for a minute longer. A part of him felt somewhat bad for shouting at Isaac like that, especially after the kid just survived an ambush, but he couldn’t deny that he had been terrified for a minute there.

What if Isaac had been dead when he found him? What if he was too late? This encounter with Dutch’s men only made Arthur realize just how much danger they were truly in.

They had to get up north to the mountains in Ambarino, and fast. No one would dare follow them into those snowstorms -- well, no one except for Dutch -- and Arthur was willing to bet they’d be safer away from civilization.

He only wondered how much time they had before someone else cornered them.

“Dad?” Isaac said, looking at Arthur with concern. “Are you... doin’ okay? You’ve been coughin’ quite a bit lately.”

Arthur paused at the realization, suddenly aware of his newfound symptoms. With everything that was going on recently, he hadn’t even noticed how much more he had been coughing in the past few days, and he dreaded to think about what it could’ve meant.

After all, he had seen how Dutch was doing with his own illness, and it wasn’t as if Arthur had exactly been keeping his distance from the man. If he was starting to develop the same thing...

...well, that wasn’t something he even wanted to think about right now.

“I’m... fine, Isaac.” He brushed off, albeit not confidently. “Ain’t nothin’ to raise a fuss over.”

The boy wasn’t entirely reassured. “If you say so. Just... keep an eye on it, alright?”

Arthur climbed onto his horse and got comfortable in the saddle, waiting for Isaac to join him as the fog finally started to clear up.

“Don’t you worry. I will.”

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Chapter word count: 6,758 -> Total story word count: 54,043

Chapter summary:

“If you’ve been wanting to kiss me so badly,” he started and lifted his head to give Gon a sly smirk. “Then what the hell are you waiting for?”

Gon’s breathing hitched and his eyes grew impossibly large. For a moment, he seemed too stunned to move.

"Ki-Killua. Are you..." He swallowed thickly. "Do you mean it? Because, I—I don't know if I'll be able to hold back, if you're saying what I think you—“

"Gon." Killua said sharply. He was tired of the word games, of thinking. He wanted Gon to take it all away. He wanted to drown in Gon's warmth. "Kiss me."

Happy holidays! A year later and I’m still writing this thing lol. I had fun writing a whole kissing/make out chapter so I hope everyone enjoys it too. Thank you to @sketchxhunter​ as always for being so kind and wonderful to me with her chapter art <3 

Chapter title: Kiss Me

(Chapter art)

Kissing Gon was everything Killua ever wanted, and nothing he’d ever known he needed. Gon's mouth was warm on his, his body even warmer as he pressed Killua flat into the bricks at Killua's back. His hands cupped Killua's face with a mix of gentleness and desperation—just like his kiss. And the strangest thing was that Killua didn't care. He didn’t care that Gon had kissed him without his permission, or was trapping him against the wall with absolutely zero space to breathe or escape. He didn’t want to escape. He just wanted to submit to Gon, to let the other do as he pleased. So Killua returned Gon's kiss with equal passion, the backs of his eyelids painting the world black so he could focus solely on Gon because Gon was everywhere . Killua was lost in a daze of Gon and his lips and skin and body—

But then Gon yanked himself away from Killua, jolting as badly as if he'd been burned, and Killua sucked in a much needed gasp of air. The world was spinning around him and it took a few unsteady breaths before his vision focused. When it did Killua’s eyes landed immediately on Gon, who had turned white as the moon. For a few impossibly long seconds, the pair stared at each other. Killua couldn't tell what Gon was thinking; the Hunter's eyes were huge, and his lips—the lips that had just been hungrily chasing Killua's—were twisted into a thin line. Killua couldn't read him at all, but he so rarely could. Gon was an enigma. He had told himself this many times before, and this moment was no exception. "I—" Gon's brow furrowed in a deep frown as he dropped his gaze to glare down at his sneakers. His voice sounded strangely quiet, but maybe that was just because Killua's ears were filled with the sound of his own thudding heart and heavy breaths. He felt like he'd just run a marathon. Possibly the most exhilarating, incredible marathon of his entire life. "I'm sorry," Gon tried again, sounding genuinely upset and simultaneously tortured. He looked so—so disgusted that something twisted sharply in Killua's chest. What was Gon talking about, why did he have that expression on his face?

"Why are you sorry?" Killua asked. He was impressed how steady his voice sounded despite how weak his knees were at the moment. The kiss—well, the brief make out session—had truly left him breathless and shaking. "I shouldn't have done that." Gon shook his head adamantly. "Not without your consent." Killua blinked once. Then again. Gon was...he was upset because he hadn't asked for Killua's permission? Really? That was it?

Killua’s mouth was moving to form his next question before he had properly thought of how to respond, "...do you regret it?" Gon's head snapped up. The paleness in his cheeks was fading, quickly filling in with the darkness of a blush. "Wh-What?" the Hunter asked. "I said," Killua said, a bit louder this time, and pushed himself off the wall to stand at his full height. "Do you regret it?"

Gon bit his bottom lip. For a moment, Killua almost thought he wasn't going to answer, and that Killua would be left here on the rooftop garden with nothing but a racing heart and a chaotic whirlwind of emotions. "No," Gon said finally and looked directly at Killua with a challenging stare. It was a look that tore the remaining air out of Killua's lungs. "I don't. I was waiting for you to make a move, first—because I didn't want to force myself on you. But then you said that stuff about sticking together no matter what and, and I just—" his hands curled into fists, like he was trying to hold himself back from grabbing Killua again, "—I just couldn't stop myself in time. And for that I really am sorry, Killua." "But,” he continued. “I don't regret it. I couldn't, not even if I tried. I've wanted to kiss you for a long, long time, and I won't lie about that." The confession caused warmth to pool inside Killua’s heart. It overflowed, spreading to the tips of his fingers and all the way down to his feet and Killua’s toes curled as he tried not to smile from the giddy feeling that was swallowing him whole—

He didn't get it. Not really. These intense, raging emotions that Gon could pull out of Killua with a few choice words, or a simple but brilliant grin. This raging and wild desire for Gon Freecss washed away all logic and caution that rose up to greet it. And Killua's attempts to deny it and push it down had only seemed to strengthen its intensity. Or maybe it had grown stronger because Killua knew Gon by now, because Killua had opened up to him like Gon had with him, because Killua had trusted Gon when his back was up against the wall—literally. What Killua felt for Gon was crazy and impulsive and all consuming. And maybe that was why Killua believed it would be okay to indulge in Gon, even if it was only this once. Even if a small part of him felt like he was opening himself up to something he might never recover from. “Killua?” Gon spoke hesitantly and Killua let the corners of his lips curl upwards. “If you’ve been wanting to kiss me so badly,” he started and lifted his head to give Gon a sly smirk. “Then what the hell are you waiting for?” Gon’s breathing hitched and his eyes grew impossibly large. For a moment, he seemed too stunned to move. "Ki-Killua. Are you..." He swallowed thickly. "Do you mean it? Because, I—I don't know if I'll be able to hold back, if you're saying what I think you—“

"Gon." Killua said sharply. He was tired of the word games, of thinking. He wanted Gon to take it all away. He wanted to drown in Gon's warmth. "Kiss me."

Gon lunged. Killua didn't have the chance to blink before Gon's hands were on his face again, his mouth attacking Killua's fiercely. Killua kissed him back as best he could, clawing at Gon's back before grabbing fistfuls of Gon's spikes and pulling.

Gon let out a low, breathless moan against Killua's lips. His brows were furrowed, but Killua could tell Gon liked that—the stinging tug of his hair. A thrill raced up Killua’s spine and he kissed Gon even harder. Gon didn't waste any time. He quickly crowded Killua back against the wall again, their feet nearly tripling over each other in the rush of it all. This time though Gon wrapped his hands around Killua's legs and hefted him up , pinning and supporting him against the wall with his own strength. Killua didn't hesitate to take the initiative; he wound his legs around Gon's middle as tightly as he could and arched into Gon's chest. The brick was cold and rough against his back, but he didn't care. He wanted to be as close as possible to Gon. He wanted to curve around him until he could forget they were two different pieces and not one whole.

“Killua— “ Gon gasped and Killua kissed the sound off his lips. He'd never heard Gon say his name like that before. All heady and hoarse and tense with pent up desire. Just how long had Gon wanted to kiss him, really? He opened his mouth when Gon’s tongue swiped his bottom lip. He didn't stop to think about how heated this was getting. He didn't want to, not with Gon's tongue in his mouth and gliding across his own. Killua angled his head and Gon pressed into him deeper. Killua could feel every muscled curve of Gon's chest and arms as Gon crushed him even closer. Their kisses were turning messy and sloppy, but that was fine. As long as Killua got to taste Gon—really, really taste him—that was all that mattered. Kissing Gon was great. Killua couldn't get enough of it, and neither could Gon, apparently. The Hunter never let up, never slowed down...it was as if he was hunting Killua himself. It wasn’t until Killua's head was spinning in dizzying circles that Gon finally pulled away. And even then Gon just moved to kiss a frenzied path along Killua's jawline and down the slope of his neck. “ Ah— G-Gon!" Killua panted heavily, clutching the back of Gon's shirt again for something to hold onto. The cool night air felt good against his flushed face, the fairy lights strung across their heads making Gon's brown spikes of hair glow. "Y-You can slow down, y'know..." He felt himself blush darker at the rough sound of his voice. Had Gon's kiss affected him that much? "Hmm." Gon didn't pause. He was trailing kisses and small bites down Killua's throat now, smirking into pale skin whenever Killua let out a small gasp or whimper. "Don't wanna." “Ow.”  Killua's nails dug into Gon's shoulder blades after a particularly sharp nip of Gon's teeth. "Careful, idiot!"

"Why?" Gon finally lifted his head and Killua's breath lodged in his throat as he was once again at the mercy of that golden gaze. "I told you I wasn't gonna hold back," Gon said softly. His eyes were strangely intense. It was a look Killua had seen many times before, in both his dreams and reality. This was the first time he thought he knew what it meant.

Gon continued, “I know that didn't hurt you. You're a lot tougher than you act, Killua." Killua glared at him, his hands still holding fistfuls of Gon’s shirt. "Shut up. That doesn't mean I want to look like an octopus attacked me, either." Gon laughed quietly, his breath tickling Killua's face. "Okay. I'll try to be more careful..." He was moving in again, and Killua leaned back until his head rested against the wall. "Why don't I believe you?" he asked, eyes locked Gon's parted lips. Those lips spread in a broad grin. "Because you shouldn't," Gon said smoothly and closed the distance between them again. And just like before, Killua melted into Gon's touch.

An hour or two later, he and Gon were still kissing. Killua was now laying on the mattress Canary and Amane had provided for them, his arms bare after Gon had forcibly tugged his own jacket off Killua's back. His hands had been warm on Killua's skin as he ran his fingers up and down Killua's arms. Killua hadn't even noticed the coldness of the night, not with Gon there to keep his blood racing. Gon's hands felt good running through the soft locks of Killua's silver hair, too. He didn't know why Gon was so obsessed with his hair, but the Hunter hadn't stopped touching it since they started making out. He had wanted to touch Killua's hair back during their sparring session a day or two ago, too—but that felt like years ago, now. It was amazing what a difference a single day could make. Killua turned his head away from Gon's insistent mouth, face scrunching up. "You taste like Chinese food," he whined. Gon looked down at him with a puzzled expression and tilt of his head. "So? You do too—that is what we got for dinner, Killua—" "You taste like spicy Chinese food," Killua interrupted. Gon raised both eyebrows. "You don't like spicy food?" "I'm more of a sweets guy, in case you hadn't noticed." "Huh. Okay." 

Gon leaned down to kiss him again and Killua made a startled noise of exclamation against his lips. "G-Gon!" He half-heartedly pushed Gon away, ignoring Gon's whine of disappointment. "What did I just say!" "That you don't like spicy food! But I don't get what that had to do with me." "Why the hell would I want to kiss you if you taste like spice?!" "Cause you like kissing me?" Gon said, sounding confused. Killua struggled to come up with a good response. Gon was right, of course, but he hadn't expected for Gon to know that! "You're such an ass," he finally said and hooked his arms around Gon's neck to smash their lips together again. Gon laughed into his mouth and Killua inwardly rolled his eyes. Stupid Gon and his stupidly kissable face. Their kissing had become less desperate and rough as time had passed. Gon still kissed Killua with a searing want , his hands holding tightly onto Killua as if he would disappear any second. His kisses left Killua breathless and his face tingling. But now, their lips moved together slowly, carefully. Their teeth rarely clacked anymore and now Killua felt like he was floating in a heated haze. He sighed through his nose as Gon's hands wandered along his waistband. Gon's calloused fingers felt nice on his hips, rubbing against his bone and tracing every dip and curve. He didn't fight Gon when the other dared to slide his palms under Killua's shirt and up his chest. Killua was surprised that Gon hadn't ripped his clothes off already, if he was being honest, but he was glad for it all the same. He didn't mind sex, but he just didn't feel the need for it right now. He was thoroughly enjoying kissing Gon, and the small teasing touches that came with it. Anything more passionate could wait. Gon freed Killua's lips to drag his mouth down to Killua's collarbone. There were already a good number of tiny red marks and light scratches decorating Killua's skin, and the hickeys ached in all the right ways. It should be frustrating how easily Gon found Killua's weak spots, but Killua couldn't bring himself to mind too much. Not when Gon was making him feel this blissed out in the process.   The Hunter's teeth grazed across Killua's sensitive skin before finding the crook between Killua's neck and shoulder. He bit down without warning and Killua involuntarily let out a choked cry. "Do you like that, Killua?" Gon murmured, sounding far too thrilled at Killua's whine. Killua scrunched up his nose, refusing to answer the question. Not when Gon clearly knew the answer. So he simply tugged on Gon's spikes—earning a nice hiss from the other man in kind—and said, "Don't leave too many marks, idiot. I meant what I said earlier about the octopus thing." "Hm." Killua wasn't sure Gon had properly heard him. But he himself was distracted by a hot tongue gliding over the new bite, the sensation feeling very good despite the slight sting that came with it. "You're really pretty. You know, Killua?" Gon's voice came out muffled as he spoke against Killua's shoulder. He glanced up at Killua's red face, then grinned, apparently satisfied with Killua's flustered reaction. "I—I am not pretty," Killua retorted weakly. "You're just stupid." He lifted his hands to push back the few stray locks that had fallen into Gon's face. He liked the way Gon looked at him, as if Killua was the only person who mattered in the entire world. And he didn't want Gon's hair getting in the way of that gaze, even if it did make him look sort of cute. Gon's responding tone was happy, "That's okay! I don't mind being stupid if I can be with someone as amazing as you." Killua flushed darker. He would never get used to Gon blurting out stuff like that... "You don't believe me." Killua looked back at Gon, only to see the other studying him with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes. That hadn't been a question, and the insight with which the statement had been made startled Killua. "I—I, uh—" "Why don't you believe me? It's true. And I know I've told you before. I think you're really, really ama—" "Sh-Shut up!" Killua sputtered out as panic crawled up his throat and he crushed his lips to Gon's again to do exactly that. Gon's mouth vibrated against Killua's as Gon laughed into the kiss. It was obvious that he knew Killua's intention, but he parted his lips to kiss Killua back all the same. His hands were still gliding over Killua's chest, mapping out the muscles there, and Killua shuddered. He couldn't help his reactions; his body responded to Gon before his brain could catch up. "Killua—" Gon mumbled between kisses. His hands squeezed Killua's waist, causing Killua to gasp quietly. "Killua —this, this is okay. Right? You want this too, right?" "Wh-What?" He was too distracted to focus on what Gon was saying, being much more interested in how Gon tasted . Even with the spice, Gon still tasted better than anyone Killua had ever made out with before. "What're you saying? I asked you to kiss me!" "I know! But—" Gon pulled away completely and Killua let out a disappointed moan. He hadn't wanted Gon to stop, dammit! "I mean," Gon panted as he hovered over Killua, his palms pressed to the mattress on either side of Killua's messed silver hair.  "I didn't force myself on you, right?" Killua's head was spinning from both a lack of air and confusion. "Why would you ever think that?" "Because, I didn't ask you—" Killua groaned, letting his head land back on the mattress with a thud . "Gon, we talked about this!" "Not really! You never said that this was okay, that I wasn't stepping over the line—" "You were stepping over the line," Killua said and Gon's jaw dropped, eyes flying open wide. "Don't look at me like that, you already know you should have asked me if I was okay with kissing you before all this! But..." He licked his lips. They were swollen from use. "...but it's okay. You didn't. Um. You didn't do anything I wouldn't want to you to do. Alright? So stop moping about it, it's not that big of a deal." Gon had lit up the moment Killua said it was okay. He didn't know if Gon had even heard anything else, the other man was beaming so brightly it was hard to look at him directly. "Okay!" he chirped and pecked Killua's cheek. "Thank you, Killua." "Idiot." Killua shook his head. It was flattering in a way, how much Gon cared about his comforts and opinions. "Does that mean...?" Killua blinked to refocus on Gon's blushing, hesitant face. What was he thinking about now? "Does that mean...?" Killua parroted back. Gon gulped. "D-Does that mean, we're a...um..." Oh. Killua felt himself flush. He was rendered speechless for a good few seconds—because, uh, what? He wanted to kiss Gon. That was undeniable now and probably had been for a long time. He enjoyed Gon's mouth and tongue and hands roaming across his skin and burying in his hair—Killua enjoyed the physical touches, without a doubt. But... Did he want a relationship? With Gon of all people? The Hunter who Killua had demanded leave him and Alluka alone for all eternity once this job was complete? A relationship like that would be a complete and total disaster, and put Alluka at greater risk than ever before. Gon was still staring at him with wide, uncertain eyes. He wasn't going to take the initiative on this one, Killua could tell. He wanted Killua to tell him what he wanted. But Killua didn't know what he wanted from Gon exactly, besides maybe the physical pleasures they'd been indulging in for the past few hours. And what did Gon want in all this? Did he really want to be with Killua, in every aspect? "Killua?" Gon asked timidly. He was still hovering over Killua, the fairy lights from above illuminating his hair and the stars dusting the sky around his head. He looked ethereal, somehow, and the thought made Killua's heart twist sharply. "...I don't know," Killua said finally, honestly. He sounded unnaturally quiet; he sounded small. "I don't know what I want, exactly." That seemed to be the right answer. Gon's anxious expression broke into a relieved smile. "That's okay, Killua," he said and tucked a stray silver lock behind Killua's red-tipped ear. "We don't have to decide anything now, you know? I'm just happy I got to kiss you. And...I'd like to kiss you more, if that's okay with you." Killua stated up at him dumbly. His face was uncomfortably hot. "You mean, like, tonight?" Gon chuckled quietly. "Well, yeah, but I meant in the future." "O-Oh."

'I'm blushing,' Killua realized. Killua was blushing heavily and his stomach was a mess of knots. Gon wanted to kiss him some more. Gon wanted him. And Killua couldn't deny the rush of joy that spread through him at the confession. "So?" Gon asked with a slight smile. Killua let out a short breath, his bangs flopping off his forehead. His heart was galloping. "S-So, that's okay with me. If we, um, keep doing the k-kissing bit." "And the hickey bit?" Gon asked, making Killua want to die.

"And the hickey bit," Killua said through clenched teeth. "The biting bit?" Killua made an exasperated sound. "Isn't that the same thing?" "No, not really! Hickeys you gotta suck, but biting is—" "You don't need to explain it!" Killua said shrilly. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to breathe evenly despite the inner shrieking of his brain. "It's—It's fine, okay,whatever you want to do physically...is fine."

Gon's eyebrows shot up. "Anything, physically?" "Y-Yeah." "So, like..." Killua's face was on fire now. He easily understood Gon's implication. "Yes , Gon. Do I need to spell it out for you?" Gon grinned, the widest and most thrilled smile Killua had seen from the Hunter yet. He looked positively gleeful. "Nope! I'm good with anything you want, Killua." "Okay. Great. I mean, uh." Killua slowly exhaled while Gon continued to smirk down at him, amusement glittering in his gold eyes. "That's, that's good. I'm glad we're on the same page." "Mhm," Gon hummed cheerfully. "And, just so you know, Killua..." He leaned down. Killua tensed, not knowing what Gon was planning and definitely not trusting that sly expression on his freckled face— Gon's mouth brushed the shell of Killua's ear. Killua shivered helplessly as Gon whispered, "If you ever want anything more, just let me know." He pushed away again, leaving behind a stunned and heavily flushed Killua. He winked and Killua scowled through his blush. Stupid, idiotic Gon. Killua still hated how much of an effect Gon had on him. "Let's take it one step at a time, Freecss. You're lucky I'm even letting you do anything at all." Gon laughed, looking unperturbed. "I know! I was really surprised when you kissed me back!" His pleased grin changed into one of thoughtfulness. "I thought you didn't like me at all..." One of Gon's hands had moved, his fingers lightly tracing the features of Killua's face with slow, unhurried movements. His index finger drifted over Killua's high cheekbones, then across his forehead and down his pointed nose. "I surprised myself," Killua admitted as steadily as he could with Gon stroking his face. His skin was warm and tingling wherever Gon touched him. There was a strange feeling swelling in his chest and traveling to his throat, making it hard to breathe. Gon made a thoughtful humming sound. "What changed?" "You kissed me." Gon snickered at that. "That was all it took? Are my kisses that good?" "Don't get cocky, dumbass." Killua punched his shoulder lightly and Gon's laughter grew louder. "I never said I liked you, anyway." Gon's eyes were twinkling. "Yeah, but you basically just admitted you liked kissing me, so..." His fingers clasped Killua's chin, his thumb brushing Killua's bottom lip. Killua's heart raced as he stared up at Gon with baited breath. "I must be doing something right," Gon murmured before claiming Killua's mouth once more. Killua let his eyes flutter shut, his jaw slacking and lips automatically moving to respond to Gon's kiss. Blood roared in his ears, the sound drowning out the faint chirping of crickets and traffic moving about in the distance. Gon's tongue was in his mouth and his hands were on Killua's neck. Gon kissed Killua like it was all he had ever wanted his entire life, and Killua thrived off the intensity of it all. He welcomed the distraction Gon provided. If he was focusing on Gon, he didn't have to think about Kite or Alluka or his family, or whatever hell-like consequences he would soon be facing for getting involved with Gon. For a fleeting moment Killua could forget all that and drown in the pleasure of Gon's body— He squeaked, eyes flying open as he was suddenly flipped. His world spun and when it righted itself, he was leaning on Gon's chest with Gon under him. Gon had a smug grin on his face as he looked up at Killua and Killua glared back. "Warm me next time you do that," he grumbled, shifting so he could brace his legs on either side of Gon's hips. The subtle change in position made Killua aware of the slight bulge in Gon's front—but he was not going to think about that right now, nope. Broad hands grasped his ass and Killua sucked in a sharp breath. His eyes flickered down to Gon's, his face growing increasingly warm, and Gon raised an eyebrow. "This okay?" he asked and gently squeezed Killua's rear. Killua scrunched up his nose at the feeling. It had been a long time since anyone touched him like that. And the hot twist in his gut was quick to inform him that yes,that was so much more than okay. "Y-Yeah," Killua said as his hands curled into Gon's shirt. "It's fine. I told you anything physical, right?" Gon grinned. "I know. I just wanted to make sure." He went back to kneading Killua's ass, a concentrated expression on his face. He looked more flustered than Killua could remember, with scarlet freckled cheeks and glazed golden eyes. Killua couldn't stop himself from curling his hands around Gon's shoulders and kissing him roughly. It was so, so good. Gon's hands on his backside only stoked the slow-burning fire inside him, and Killua's heart skipped a beat as Gon groaned quietly against his lips. He wanted to hear lots of sounds from Gon's lips, every kind of sound Gon could possibly make. Gon tightened his grip suddenly and Killua whined into Gon's mouth. Gon smirked into the kiss, his lips moving in more aggressive, short movements. Desire painted Killua's skin in shades of red and his breaths were shallow between open-mouthed kisses. It was a heated dance between the two of them. The kind that smoothed the tension out from Killua's shoulders and made him melt into the curves of Gon's body. For a few short hours, he could just be Killua and Gon could be Gon. Once the sun rose and the morning sky turned blue—only then would Killua force himself to face the world again. But for tonight, he had Gon.

When Killua woke again, the sound of chirping crickets had been replaced with birds' twittering. Killua blinked his bleary eyes open as he slowly started to awaken. He was sprawled out on the mattress in Amane and Canary's rooftop garden, the blanket a tousled mess across his hips and one leg. There was something heavy nuzzled into his shoulder and the smell of pine tickled his nose. Killua froze, eyes flying open as he recognized the spiked tips of Gon's dark hair. The Hunter's head was shoved into the crook of Killua's neck and his arms were wound tightly around Killua's waist. He was so close that Killua could feel Gon's breath across the base of his throat. For a few seconds, Killua was too shocked to move. Last night came back to him in bits and pieces, in the spicy taste of Gon's lips and the calloused warmth of his hands. Fresh bruises and bites ached and stung across Killua's neck and shoulders, but—to Killua's relief—they ended there. Neither he nor Gon were fully naked and Killua leaned back into the mattress with a long sigh. They hadn't gone further last night. Their clothes had remained on despite the haze of lust that has swept over them like a monsoon. But they had slept together, in the innocent sense of the word. Killua's gaze wandered over Gon. He could spot a few long scratches on Gon's back too—Killua's own version of marking his partner. Gon's hair was a mess from Killua's fists and clawed hands. But he slept peacefully despite the red lines etched into his bronze skin, clinging to Killua like there was no where else in the world he would rather be. Killua swallowed thickly. He had no idea how he was gonna explain this to Alluka. This was never meant to happen; he himself didn't know how he had so quickly submitted to Gon. But there was no denying it had happened. 'And I wouldn't mind it happening again,' Killua admitted privately to himself as his eyes landed on Gon's slightly parted lips. He had more fun with Gon last night than any of his previous lovers, and he hadn't even gone that far with Gon. Hesitantly, Killua raised his hand. He carded his fingers through Gon's hair. His heart was flipping in his chest at the innocent touch. Gon's spikes were softer than he remembered. A quiet sigh escaped Gon's lips and Killua stiffened. He managed to snatch his hand back just as Gon started to wake. "Mmm..." Gon rubbed at his closed eyes with one hand and lifted his head. He stared blankly at Killua's face for a few seconds before recognition filtered into his gaze. Instantly, his expression lit up. "Killua!" he said, sounding genuinely thrilled. "Good morning!" He lurched forward before Killua could do much more than blink, planting a firm kiss on Killua's mouth. Killua felt himself turn pink. "Wh-What was that for?!" Gon grinned, eyes twinkling in the morning light. "It's a good morning kiss, Killua. Good morning!" "You already said that, stupid—" Killua shoved Gon off him and Gon rolled over onto the mattress with a burst of laughter. He didn't seem to mind Killua's attitude; he just sat right back up and beamed. It really should have annoyed Killua how cheerful Gon was in the morning. But all he felt was a small fluttering deep inside his chest. "Are you always like this in the morning?" Killua asked. "Like what?" "Awake." Gon snorted. Instead of answering he just scooted closer, moving closer and closer until he was pressed right up against Killua's side. Killua glared at him, refusing to back down or lean away in case Gon got any ideas that he was intimidated or something stupid like that. "I am if I have someone beautiful to wake up next to," Gon said slyly. Killua bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from making any kind of embarrassing sound. He didn't need to egg Gon on any more than he already did. Gon seemed to understand that though with the way his smile widened and Killua decided that was enough— He wanted to make Gon the flustered one, for once. Killua grabbed Gon's cheeks with both hands and yanked him forward. Their mouths crashed roughly in the middle and Gon made a muffled sound of surprise. But by then Killua was already parting his lips and kissing Gon with all the intent and drive of shutting him up.

When Killua pushed Gon away again, Gon looked even more of a mess than he had upon first waking up. His spikes stuck out in all directions, his cheeks stained with a brilliant red blush, and his chest heaved. When he opened his golden eyes, they were heavy-lidded and glazed. He looked like he'd just been kissed senseless, and Killua's chest swelled in pride. Served Gon right for always teasing him. "I'm guessing you're still okay with our agreement then?" Gon asked, his gaze still dazed as he stared at Killua with poorly-concealed longing. "...yeah. I guess so." It wasn't like Killua could really deny it at this point. And to his surprise, he didn't want to; he really did enjoy kissing Gon. Gon hummed happily, like Killua had just confirmed his deepest wish. "Good. I am too." He got off the mattress to stand on shaky legs and stretched up towards the blue sky with a yawn. Killua was rewarded with the sight of a gorgeously sculpted chest as Gon pulled his arms over his head and Killua tried in vain not to stare. Gon had stripped his shirt off when they'd both gotten too exhausted to make out, claiming it was more comfortable to sleep without it, and now Killua was forced to see Gon as he really was: hot. Too hot, almost. It made Killua's heart thump a little bit faster just looking at him. How the hell wasn't Gon already with someone? "You know, I'm kind of surprised you didn't try taking my clothes off last night," Killua said casually as he pushed himself up on his elbows. The mere mention of undressing made him turn a deep shade of pink, but Gon was already half naked without an ounce of shame. It didn't seem to bother him. Gon paused, then threw a bright smile in Killua's direction. "Well, I didn't think it was really necessary! I was just happy I got to kiss you. We can try that another time, if you really want." Killua scowled through his blush. "You sure sound confident about there being another time, Freecss." Gon shrugged, but Killua didn't miss the mischievous glimmer in his gold eyes. "It's not that! I just...don't think last night will be our last time like that together, if you know what I mean. I don't want it to be, at least. And I think you feel the same." Killua sputtered at that. Another wave of heat washed over him, twisting his stomach into tight knots. "Y-You can't just assume something like that, idiot!" "I'm not assuming anything!" Gon said loudly. He found his shirt and started to pull it on, voice coming out muffled from behind the cotton, "I can just tell. Besides you were the one who asked me to kiss you. You wouldn't do something like that with just anyone, and you definitely wouldn't do it if you didn't want me to kiss you more than once." Killua wanted to be angry. He wanted to tell Gon he was wrong and laugh because why would he ever want to be with Gon any more that he already had been for the last week—but he couldn't. Because Gon was right. Just like he always was when it came to Killua. Somehow, Gon knew him well enough to correctly guess something Killua would never in a million years admit aloud. How he did it though, Killua had no idea. "Don't press your luck," Killua grumbled finally and pointedly turned away. He heard Gon's low laugh though and knew he hadn't fooled Gon one bit. But then again, when had he ever? Gon had a way of seeing straight through him. It was infuriating. Buzzzzzz! Buzz! Buzz! They both jumped at the unexpected noise. Killua looked around for his phone, heart leaping into his mouth, because what if that was Alluka, what if something had happened— "It's mine," Gon said loudly and Killua turned to see Gon holding up his phone, the screen flashing. The tension drained out of him and he sighed as Gon gave him a small smile. "Hi?" Gon said to the speaker. As Killua watched, Gon's expression turned puzzled. Then, all at once, his face turned white and his eyes grew large. The air in Killua's lungs vanished in an instant. "What?" Gon demanded and Killua rushed to throw the blanket off and scramble to his feet. "Why would you—okay, okay, I get it. Are you all safe, at least?" "What happened?" Killua hissed. Blood roared in his ears as Gon frowned at him. "Is Alluka alright?!" Gon turned back to the phone. "Is Alluka okay?" The person on the other end of the line made an annoyed sound Killua could hear even without having the phone to his ear. Gon winced, pulling it back a little. "Sorry," Gon mumbled once the other person had stopped yelling. "I just wanted to make sure, that's all! Are you still there?" He paused, listening intently. Killua waited with baited breath and a rapidly beating heart. "Okay," Gon said finally. "Yeah, that's fine. We'll deal with it when we get there. Don't worry. I'll let you know when we arrive." He hung up and Killua didn't waste any time getting in his face. "What happened?" he growled. Gon rubbed the back of his head, lips twisting. "Well. It seems someone was trailing you, because some strangers showed up at the hideout." Gon's explanation did nothing to calm Killua. "And?" "And they're fine." Gon placed his hands on Killua's shoulders and squeezed. "They're all fine, Killua. Including Alluka. She recognized something was wrong before those people showed up and they all got out in time." Killua sagged. Thank god. He didn't know what he would've done if something happened to Alluka while he was away. Logically, he knew Alluka could take care of herself, but still... "And where are they now?" he asked, lifting his head to look at Gon again. Gon smiled, but it wasn't his usual radiant grin. This smile was tight, uneasy. "Well. Um. That's the thing." Killua's blood spiked again. "What thing?" "They're..." Gon took a deep breath. "They're in Hunter's Headquarters. Back in blank." Shock jolted through Killua. "Wh-What? You have something like that?" Gon nodded. "It was the safest place my friends could think to go. No one knows about it but Hunters." "Will it be a problem that Alluka and I are there, then?" "No!" Gon's brow puckered. "I don't think so, at least." Killua grit his teeth. "Gon—" "It'll be okay, Killua!" He squeezed Killua's shoulders again, and the determined look in his eyes blazed so strongly that Killua almost believed him. "Trust me! We're gonna talk to the top guys and they'll understand." "And if they don't?" Killua asked, stress easing its way to every part of his body. "They will. I won't let you down." Gon stared at him, not blinking or wavering, his fingers digging into Killua so tightly it almost hurt. It was like he was trying to will Killua into understanding—and believing—and Killua... Killua had decided to trust Gon. So he would. "Okay," Killua said after a pause and Gon's beam returned in full. "Fine. I'll trust you. But we have to get back now." "Absolutely!" Gon was already rushing around their space on the garden rooftop, grabbing their backpacks and scattered clothes. He tossed Killua's hat and his own jacket in Killua's direction and Killua yelped, almost dropping them both in his surprise. He struggled to put them on as Gon finished gathering up the last of their things. "Okay—ready?" Gon held out his hand to Killua, that fire still gleaming in his eyes. Killua looked down at Gon's hand, then back up at Gon's face. 'I trust you,' he thought and slid his hand into Gon's. "Let's go," he said aloud and Gon grinned. He dragged Killua off through the garden and towards the door, and Killua followed without hesitation.

#dc writes #killugon #killua zoldyck #gon freecss #hunterxhunter #Graffiti #Graffiti chp9 #modern au #gang au #kissing

[write-havoc]

Of Sons and Daughters Ch. 4

Summary: Arthur is tasked by Dutch to watch over a young woman who had just lost the last member of her family she had left. That young woman just so happens to be the daughter that Dutch told no one else about.

This is a non canon AU with no major spoilers

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption 2

Pairing: Arthur Morgan/Original Female Character

Status: Ongoing

Contains: swearing, PG 13 smut

Intended for readers 18+ of age only

Masterlist in my bio

One day, Arthur comes back in from a trip into town with a cart full of supplies. He had mended the wheels on Emmeline’s old wagon and hitched it to Sparrow and Miss Susie to make a run into Valentine.

Emmeline comes out to greet him once she hears his approach. “What’s all this?” She peeks into the wagon before Arthur comes up behind her.

“Well,” he takes off his hat to run his fingers through his hair, “I found a feller selling an old chicken coop and some chickens for a good price. Gotcha some feed. Picked up a few other things, too.”

“Chickens?”

“It might be a little more work, but you need more food here that you ain’t gotta buy. You ain’t exactly makin’ any money here.”

“Mama always managed.”

“Yeah well-“ He has to stop himself from saying that her mama was spending Dutch’s money. “Well... this way, you’ll always have food here.”

“Eggs do sound nice,” she admits.

Arthur hops up into the wagon and lifts a bag of feed up on his shoulder. Emmeline can’t help but notice how easy he makes it. Not to mention how his muscles bulge under his shirt at the effort.

He throws the sack down a little ways from the house. “Why don’t you throw some feed down for the chickens while I get their coop set up.” He pulls out his knife to cut the bag open before going back to the wagon to let the chickens out. The animals immediately go to Emmeline who is sprinkling on the ground.

She looks up to Arthur, who now appears to be struggling with the coop in the wagon. “Do you need help?” she asks.

He realizes now that he may have underestimated how cumbersome the thing is. “No, Miss Emmeline,” he replies through grunts.

She doesn’t take his word for it and goes to him to help. “It looks mighty heavy,” she comments as he maneuvers the coop to the edge of the wagon.

“It’s just,” he stands fully and wipes the sweat from his brow. “It’s hard to get ahold of.”

“I can help.”

He looks at her a moment before conceding. “Alright. Just don’t get yourself hurt.”

“I won’t.”

It takes a little bit, but they get the coop set up for the chickens and put the supplies away. After taking a little rest and checking the horses, Arthur finds Emmeline sitting under a tree not far away, writing in her book.

She looks up to him and notices the fishing pole in his hand. “You going fishing, Mr. Morgan?” she asks.

“No. We are.” He holds his free hand out to her. “This one’s for you. I bought it today.”

She takes his hand and stands from the ground with his help. “Oh. I...” She fidgets around with her hands. “I-I don’t know how.”

“I’m gon’ teach ya. As best I can, anyways.” He offers the pole to her and waits for her to take it.

“Okay.” She stretches out her hand and takes the collapsible fishing rod from him, her soft fingers brushing his calloused ones as she does. They both try to dismiss the pleasant contact and mount up quickly to head to the pond. It’s just a short ride as they follow the creek until it opens up into a big enough body of water to cast a line into.

“Here’s good,” Arthur throws over his shoulder to Emmeline as he pulls Sparrow to a stop.

They both dismount and take their matching fishing rods from their saddlebags. Arthur also sets down the bucket he had been carrying near the edge of the water. Emmeline watches as Arthur readies his fishing pole and follows the action, setting hers up in the exact same way. He rummages around in his satchel for a moment, producing a chunk of bread.

“Here.” He holds it out to her. “Put this on the hook. Careful not to stick yourself.”

She watches him bait his hook first before attempting to do it herself. She manages to get the bread on there without poking her fingers.

“Come up to the edge of the water,” he instructs.

They both come to stand a little ways apart before Arthur continues with his lesson.

“You wanna bring the pole back,” he demonstrates, “then flick it forward.” He casts his line a ways then reels in the slack. “Go ahead.”

“Okay,” she says nervously. She tries to do exactly what he said, but she’s too tense. The line ends up landing just a few feet into the water. “That... wasn’t very good,” she comments to herself.

He chuckles. “Reel it in and try again. Loosen up a little. And really flick it. You can’t do it slow.”

She lets out a breath and brings the rod back then throws it forward, allowing the baited hook to sail through the air. It doesn’t go as far as Arthur’s, but it’s a good ways from the edge of the pond.

“There ya go,” he calls out in encouragement. “Now reel it in real slow. Make the fish think that hook is something living and what they want to eat. If you just keep it in the water, they won’t get interested.”

She nods then follows his instructions. “You’re really good at this.”

He laughs with a shake of his head. “Nah. I really ain’t. If Hosea was here, he’d’ve caught ten fish by now.”

“Did he teach you?”

“ Tried to, anyway. I’m really just tellin’ you what I remember him sayin’ to me.”

“Well, I think he taught you well.”

“Haven’t caught one yet,” he comments as he recasts his line.

After several minutes, Emmeline feels a little pull on her line. “I think I got one!”

“It’s probably just a nibble. Wait ‘til you feel a tug down, then reel it in.”

When she feels the tug, she immediately starts to real it in.

“Slow down while it’s struggling or you’ll break the line,” he calls out then reels his line in and sets his pole down so he can help her.

She takes his tips and after a few minutes, she reels the fish to the shore. “I got it!”

Arthur bends down and picks the flopping fish up. “That’s a fine fish! Not bad for your first time.” He takes the hook out and hands it back to Emmeline.

She looks at it for a moment, happy that she managed to catch it. But the way its gills are moving and how it’s struggling has her heart clenching in her chest. She barely gives it a thought before she bends down to put it back in the water. The fish seems to count its lucky stars quickly swims away.

“Wh-What are you doing?!” He tries to stop her, but he’s too late.

“What?”

His brows are furrowed in confusion. “Why’d you throw it back?”

“I didn’t want it to die.”

He laughs a little. “Well that’s the point. How else are we gonna eat it?”

“Oh.” She looks down in embarrassment. “I just thought you were teaching me. I didn’t think we would actually be cooking it.”

“Why not? I’m tryin’ to get you to provide for yourself, here. It’s better than payin’ for it at the butcher’s.”

“Well.” She looks away a moment. “I didn’t want to be the one to kill it,” she admits softly.

He lets out a sigh. “You’re gonna hafta get used to it. What if your crops don’t grow and you don’t got the money to buy food? I got you those chickens to start. And there’s plenty of fish in this here pond to feed ya. After I leave, you’re gonna hafta take care of yourself.”

She nods after a moment. “I guess you’re right.” Thinking of Arthur not being there anymore brings a sudden heaviness to her chest. She has come to care about him greatly as well as rely on him.

“Fishing’s a lot safer than me teaching you to hunt. And if you can’t kill a fish, you sure as hell won’t be able to kill a rabbit. Or anything else.”

“That’s true. I don’t think I have it in me to kill such a creature like that.”

“You’re gonna have to toughen up if you want to make it out here on your own.” He picks his pole back up and recasts the line. “We’ll start with the fish.”

Arthur catches three fish before Emmeline gets another one. He has her take the hook out, which she tries to do as quickly as possible so she doesn’t hurt the fish.

“Is this one big enough or should I throw it back?” she asks, almost hoping he’d say it was too small.

“That one’s plenty big. Go ahead and throw it in the bucket with the others.”

She looks down at the fish in her hands. It’s still moving about, trying to get out of her grasp. “Sorry, little fella,” she whispers as she gently sets it in the bucket.

Arthur watches the exchange from the corner of his eye. He never met anyone with a gentler spirit than her. Here he is, a man that’s made his living robbing and killing people, standing next to a woman that didn’t even want to cause harm to a fish .

They gather up their supplies and mount up to head home. When they come within sight of the house, they notice a strange horse grazing in the yard and a man sitting on the front steps.

“Charles!” Arthur calls out with a smile as he and Emmeline ride up and dismount.

“Arthur.” The man rises from his seat and goes over to Arthur to clap him on the shoulder in a friendly way. “Good to see you.”

Emmeline stands by, waiting for her introduction.

“This is Miss Emmeline Turner,” Arthur says to the man, then looks over to Emmeline. “And this is Charles Smith.” He gestures to the newcomer.

Emmeline gives a small bow. “Nice to meet you, sir. Do you work for Uncle Tacitus, too?” she asks him, figuring that’s how he knows Arthur.

“Uh,” Charles give Arthur a quick look before answering. “Yes. I work with Arthur.”

“How nice!” She gives the men a cheery smile.

“Miss Emmeline,” Arthur holds out the bucket of fish, “will you please take this inside?”

“Of course, Mr. Morgan.” She takes the bucket and turns to enter the house, giving a little nod to Charles before doing so.

Charles and Arthur walk a ways away from the house before they start to talk.

“Dutch told me you were out here helping a down-on-her-luck woman.” Charles explains. “I wasn’t expecting her to be so young.”

Arthur realizes that Dutch hadn’t told Charles that the young woman was, indeed, his own illegitimate daughter. That’s not surprising, but now that Charles has met Emmeline, Arthur has yet another person to keep the secret of her parentage from.

Arthur lights up a cigarette. “What’s goin’ on?” he asks after taking a puff, figuring Charles didn’t ride all this way for a social call.

“We had to move camp. Micah had some tip on a ferry carrying a lot of money. He convinced Dutch to try to hit it. It... did not end well.”

“Micah,” Arthur seethes. “I knew that man was trouble.”

“We managed to get the money from the ferry, but there was a shootout. I don’t know if it was a setup,” he shakes his head, “but the law was all over the place.”

“Anyone hurt?”

“Yeah.” Charles looks away for a moment. “The Callander brothers and Jenny... They’re gone. Sean got taken, but me and Javier got him back before they could hang him.”

“Shit.” Arthur scratches at his beard as he lets that sink in. He knew the Callander brothers would probably go out bloody at some point, but not Jenny. She was an innocent young woman.

“Posters for Dutch went up all over Blackwater pretty quick,” Charles adds, “dead or alive, so we had to leave. We ran all the way up into the mountains to avoid the law. Stayed up there for a bit ‘til we settled in a place Hosea knew called Horseshoe overlook.”

“I know it. It’s on the other side of Valentine.” Arthur takes one last drag before throwing the cigarette butt to the ground.

“Yeah. Not really that far from here.”

So the gang is much closer to Arthur now than they were in Blackwater. And they’re on the run. That’s not exactly welcome news.

Charles continues. “Dutch wants you to come back to camp. We had to leave all the money in Blackwater when we left and we’re low on supplies.”

“Shit,” Arthur mutters and looks back to the house for a moment. He has a duty to the gang, to Dutch. But he feels a sense of duty to Emmeline, too. He’s torn.

Charles picks up on his indecision. “We can bring her back with us.”

“No,” Arthur is quick to reply.  He doesn’t want her exposed to the outlaw lifestyle. Especially now that things are a lot more complicated for the gang. He hangs his head as he thinks. “We we were out fishing. Caught enough for the three of us to eat. Let’s have dinner and then I’ll ride out with you. And talk to Dutch.” He’s not excited to leave Emmeline, but he needs to check in with Dutch.

Arthur and Charles walk back into the house, finding Emmeline sitting near the fire. She turns to them with a smile on her face as they walk through the door.

“Mr. Smith, are you staying for supper?” she asks happily as she stands.

“Looks like it,” he answers cordially.

Arthur walks over to the bucket of fish now on the counter. “I’m gonna show you how to cook these,” he says to Emmeline.

Charles watches for a few minutes as Arthur goes through the steps of preparing and cooking the fish with the young woman. The gentleness Arthur is exhibiting with her is a side of him that Charles hasn’t seen too often. He knew that side was there in Arthur, but it hasn’t had much of a chance to present itself as of late.

As they eat the meal, Arthur is purposely avoiding telling Emmeline that he is planning on leaving tonight. Whether it will be permanent or temporary, he isn’t sure yet. But he needs to at least visit the camp, regardless.

After the plates are picked clean, Arthur ushers Charles outside so he can talk to Emmeline alone.

“Miss Emmeline,” he starts. “I need to ride out with Charles.”

“Okay,” she replies simply, not thinking through what he’s actually saying. “Will you be back tonight or in the morning?”

He scratches at the back of his head. “I ain’t sure. I need to check in at camp and... I ain’t sure when I’ll get back here. They need me.” He looks down at his feet. “It may be a while.”

She finally puts it all together. “You’re leaving?” She shakes her head as her eyes well up with tears. “You can’t leave.”

“Miss Emmeline...” He lets out a breath. “I have to. I’ll come back to check on you. Make sure you got food and everything. I promise.”

The tears start to fall down her cheeks. “I don’t want you to go.” She lunges forward and wraps her arms around him as if that could keep him there.

Things were hard for her after her mother died. She was alone for the first time in her life. Not just living alone, but alone in the world. She had no one to talk to. No one that cared about her. At her lowest, right before Arthur came to her, she had thought about ending her life.

But then Arthur did come to her. And she has grown quite fond of him. The thought of him having to go back to his life was always present in her mind, but she tried her best not to think about it. But now... He’s actually leaving and it feels like there’s a hole in her chest.

“Emmeline...” he almost whispers as he brings his arms up to hold her. He doesn’t want to go, either, but Dutch needs him. The gang needs him. “I’ll come back.” He pulls away to look her in the eyes. “I’ll come back,” he repeats.

She finally nods, knowing that he’s made up his mind. Not trusting her voice enough to speak, she steps forward to place a sweet kiss on his cheek, her goodbye to him.

Arthur closes his eyes at the contact. She had kissed him on the cheek plenty of times. Every time he left to go onto town, actually. But this one is a little different. This time, he really doesn’t want to leave.

Not long after, Arthur and Charles are on the road.

As they ride up the trail to the camp, Lenny calls out, “Who’s there.”

“Charles,” the man answers. “Arthur, too.”

“Welcome back, Arthur!” the young man greets.

After hitching Sparrow, Arthur finds Dutch standing by his tent near the center of the camp.

“Arthur,” the older man calls out and walks forward to meet him. “Follow me. We have some things to discuss.”

Dutch leads Arthur away from camp to the cliffs that surround it on the one side. He lights up a cigar before he speaks. “How is she?” he asks quietly.

“She’s-“ Arthur thinks of his answer a moment. “She’s not doing well,” he fibs, though he’s not willing to think why he’s not telling the full truth. “I’ve been trying, but.. She can’t make it on her own, Dutch. I really shouldn’t leave her for long.”

Sure, she certainly needs more practice with fishing and she doesn’t know much about the chickens yet, but Arthur is exaggerating just how dire her circumstances are.

“Shit,” Dutch mutters. “I was afraid you were gonna say that.” He takes a drag off his cigar. “Charles told you what happened in Blackwater?”

“Yeah. He told me Micah got you all in a heap of trouble.”

“It wasn’t Micah’s fault,” Dutch bites back. “It just all...” He lets out a huff. “There were more lawmen than we thought.”

“And the money? Charles told me you you had to leave it in Blackwater.”

Dutch nods his head hesitantly. “I need you to get it.”

“What?” Arthur shakes his head. “Are you crazy?!”

“Look.” Dutch digs his hand into his pocket and produces a piece of paper, handing it over to Arthur.

Arthur unfolds it and sees that it’s Dutch’s wanted poster. Dutch Van Der Linde is in big black letters. Wanted Dead or Alive sits underneath it. Beneath Dutch’s likeness is more text. Known associates also wanted: Hosea Matthews, Micah Bell, Charles Smith, John Marston, Marion “Bill” Williamson, Javier Escuella

“ So, no one can set foot in Blackwater,” Arthur comments.

Dutch points down to the poster. “ You’re not on there.”

Arthur looks back down at it. Sure enough, his name isn’t written with the rest of them.

“Everyone knows I run with you, Dutch.”

“You haven’t been with us in weeks, son. And you barely set foot in Blackwater before you left. The law either thinks you’re dead or you’re running elsewhere,” Dutch explains. “You’re the only one I can trust with this. I can’t send the women out to get that money. They’d get themselves killed.”

“I don’t know, Dutch,” Arthur replies lowly with a shake of his head. “It might be a trap.”

“It ain’t a trap, son. No one but us knew where we kept our money. Least of all the Pinkertons. This is an opportunity , Arthur.” He pats him on the chest. “An oversight on the law’s part and we’re going to exploit it. Get the money we’ve all worked so hard on and-“

“Move out to California,” Arthur completes the sentence.

Dutch pauses a moment. “Yes. California or some place else. Somewhere where we can live free .”

Arthur lets out a sigh. He had always done everything Dutch had ever asked of him without question. But now, he’s having doubts.

“We can make more money...” Arthur starts.

“We have the money, Arthur. In Blackwater. I just need you to do as I ask and get it back.” Dutch sets his hand on Arthur’s shoulder. “We need that money, son. The camp is low on food. Jack fell ill on the trek from the mountain. Used up most of our medicine.”

Arthur shakes his head and looks away, but he already made the decision. “I’ll head out in the morning.”

Dutch places his hand on Arthur’s cheek. “Thank you, son.”

“After I get the money back, I want to check on Miss Emmeline.”

Dutch pulls back for a moment. “Is there something you need to tell me, Arthur?”

Arthur furrows his brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I sent you out there to get Emmeline back on her feet, not sweep her off them,” he replies with some venom.

“It ain’t like that, Dutch.”

“Just because I haven’t been in that girl’s life, it don’t mean I ain’t her father. So you make sure it stays not like that .” Dutch turns around and heads back to camp without looking back.

Arthur watches as Dutch walks way. The conversation he just had rattles around in his head. He has a place here in the gang. He has a job. He’s supposed to be the one that follows Dutch’s orders. Faithfully. Without question.

So why does he feel so conflicted.

Arthur mills around the camp catching up with people before settling down in the tent Miss Grimshaw set up for him. Before he lays his head down, he pulls out his journal to write an entry.

Got called back to camp. It seems that Micah somehow convinced Dutch into a harebrained robbery of a ferry carrying a lot of money. Predictably, it went south. Poor Jenny and the Callander boys lost their lives. And the camp is low on funds and supplies.

Dutch pulled me back in to go and collect the money that was left in Blackwater. I guess, because I’ve been staying with Miss Emmeline, the law don’t think I’m with the gang no more. Which means I ain’t got a price on my head for the robbery. And hopefully I won’t get shot the second I set foot in the city.

Leaving Miss Emmeline was harder than I thought it would be. Even now, I want to ride off to check on her, but the gang needs me. Dutch needs me here right now. After I bring back the money tomorrow, I’ll check on her.

After that, I’m not sure what will happen. It seems if we get back the money in Blackwater, we’d have enough to buy us some land out west and actually settle down. Maybe Miss Emmeline could come with us. If we’re just ranchers or whatever we’re gonna be out there, she could be there, too. We won’t be outlaws no more.

She wouldn’t have to be with me. Dutch is right. She shouldn’t be with me, but she could still be part of the camp after we go straight. I know she’s smart enough to live out in her house on her own, but I don’t want her to. I don’t want her to be alone. I’m sure she don’t want to be alone, either.

Of course, none of that is gonna happen if I can’t get into Blackwater and get out with the money.

He sketches a picture of Emmeline smiling happily after she had caught her first fish, the hem of her dress soaking up the water at the edge of the pond.

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[jokikudistrict]

Post-Trial City Escape [Arisa, Shu (Tomomi), Uta (Yatagarasu), Jo (Asa), Hideo, Keiichi, Dororou, Akihiko (Noctem), Seishiro, Kimiko, Mirai, Yoshiko]

Following the screen blacking out, there is a few fleeting moments for everyone in attendance to process what they'd just heard. What they'd just seen.

But it is only a brief time, before the familiar mechanical grating sounds begin once more and the floor beneath the students slowly raises the group back up to the surface of the park. The scent of smoke, the uncomfortable heat, the debris of the exploded Karoshi-kuma, all remain relatively untouched from where they'd left it. And with the number of students remaining the same as when they had entered the trial this time, it was truly as if nothing had happened.

The flickering lights and chaos that had consumed the city had, for the moment, ceased. The bots that had been patrolling the streets were still and silent. Looking up toward the countdown clock, it seemed to have resumed a normal speed, but the number that displayed brought them no comfort. 58:37....58:36...58:35...

They were running out of time.

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Akihiko had, for the most part, known what to expect with an outcome like this. He knew that the execution would happen and that there was no doubt that they had the right person. He knew he'd never see his fallen classmates or his friends again.

He didn't know if there was even a way to properly escape this place but then Kojima provided them the key. Akihiko didn't know whether or not to feel relieved seeing Ike be destroyed. There was this rotting feeling settling in the pit of his stomach when he saw that unfold. It was only growing and spreading through his bloodstream to every inch of his body.

His own heart pounded away until it felt like it would explode. It almost did as he watched Kojima be executed by robots with the faces of the people he knew and of Hime. He had to lean against his podium, head down as he stared at its surface. Maybe he was trying to commit this all to memory so he'd never forget the extremely bitter sense of victory that lingered in his mouth. Once they were returned it took all of his strength not to break down. He wanted to run out of the city and into the warm embrace of familiarity. He wanted to cling to his family and only friend prior to this incident as he sobbed his heart out. He wanted to forget every bloodstained memory.

But he had a promise to keep.

With his bag of his belongings that he had packed before coming to what he knew would be the final trial secured to his person, Akihiko ran back to the apartments. He didn't hesitate as he ran into the wellness center searching for a warm presence from a cold body.

"Muffin!!!" he shouted. "Muffin we did it, w- we gotta hurry so I can take you home with us!"

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Yoshiko felt... Dizzy. Everything happens so much. She just wanted to go back to bed, maybe cuddling Mirai, and sleep this all off. But there was still work to do. Gates to be opened, business to be finished. She expected everyone to swarm to the gates, but instead... Akihiko was running off towards the apartments. Surely he was going to talk to Muffin.

And that gave the drummer an idea.

She kissed Mirai's cheek, promising that she'll be back soon, she started downtown. She should be getting her things from the apartments. She should be making sure she has her clothes, her items, somehow her drum set. But she needed to talk to some bots first.

"Puddle?" she called, opening the bar door. "Puddle, we did it, I... I wanted to thank you."

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( tw: swearing )

Watching Kojima get dragged away was probably one of the best images Arisa had seen in her life. As she watched him, she wiggled her fingers in farewell with a grin on her face that didn't fall even during the execution. Hell, she even found herself mentally cheering her departed classmates' android selves on! It hurt seeing Rachele so soon after she had left them, but....it wasn't really Rachele, was it? Could they....Could they be counted as living? It seemed like a philosophical thing that people with beards pondered while drinking wine, and Arisa neither had the brains to do so nor the pallet for adult grape juice.

Either way, she had never been happier to see an old man get beat up. Easily one of the top...twenty moments of her life. Even if it was slightly marred by the fact that Haruna and Alastor were present. And Heloise. Even if it was great hearing her call someone deserving of it pathetic.

Still, she had a few things to pack up. Her cosmetics were expensive, but the pictures left in her apartment were priceless. She figured everyone else could take care of the bots...

Having long since released Dororou from her hold (quite literally seconds after Tomomi had told her to), she glanced at all of her classmates from her position at Megumi's podium. She spoke both to herself and to the person next to her, voice flooded with awe, "We did it....We're going home. Oh my god we're going home. We're going home and we solved this place and everyone outside is still safe oh my god....IDK how we gon' get home since we don't know where we are, but we're gonna. Holy sh-t...."

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Tomomi had no response for the brutality they'd just witnessed. There was no punishment more fitting, yet none more difficult and painful to watch. The bots' eerie, uncanny movements sent an uncomfortable chill up their spine. Survivor's guilt flared up and for a little while, they were afraid that their former classmates might turn their ire on the living, on Tomomi, for not preventing this. It was only a small relief that they hadn't. After it was over, they rubbed at their eyes, slowly brought their hands down their face. Was it finished, now? Was it finally done?

They opened their eyes again upon hearing Arisa's voice next to them. "We're going home," They echoed quietly, with a small, weak smile. "You'll get to see Mitsugi again, everyone...Everyone will get to see their loved ones again. It's over..." They kept the bits of cynicism that still burned in the back of their mind squarely to themself.

When they resurfaced, Tomomi kept their eyes on the timer. Not a lot, but maybe just enough to take care of some last orders of business. Noticing the others splitting off already, they noted, "Looks like we'll need to do one last headcount before we exit."

They intended to follow suit nonetheless, but before they started towards the apartments, they turned their attention to Arisa and asked, "Is there anything you need to do before we leave? If there's something sentimental you'd like, and can carry with you, I'd recommend grabbing that now."

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"We're going home."

Keiichi rubbed his face with both hands with his eyes wide at the ground. He didn't know what home was exactly. Where was he supposed to go exactly after they'd leave? Everyone had someone or something they were excited to run to, but everything Keiichi had thought he was fighting to survive for was gone, wasn't it? The image of his dad's face-- the mastermind-- looking at him with a proud smile made his eyes sting weirdly.

His eyes flicked upwards, realizing that everyone was rushing out and splitting off. He shook his head, following wordlessly behind the others while watching some rush off to different places with their own missions in mind.

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Admittedly, watching everyone sprint off, knowing that pretty soon.. they'll all be released... left a stinging feeling on Kimiko's chest. Everyone here had a chance to get out, go home, and get the help they needed to piece together everything that shattered while in this place, and Kimiko... she didn't know what was to become of her. Of course, she had time to pay, but if no one knew was really happened here--- would there be anything done, really? Her steps were slow, her arms filled with the things she previously placed on her podium.

She was tired, and nothing genuinely felt real, I mean, who goes through something like this? Yawning, she blinks her eyes a few times to refocus her vision. There wasn't anywhere she wanted to be right now, not a single place here grasping her interest long enough to focus on the task of walking there.

Instead, she found a comfortable place to sit o the curb, and chose to wait.. just, wait until everything is all over. Then, she'd see what to do next.

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Well. That was a thing.

Air eluded her yet again, wisps of oxygen always seeming to taunt her nostrils— close enough to feel, but not enough to breathe. It always seemed to do that: sending her hunting for breath when panic slimmed her respiratory gateways, when she needed air the most.

Anxiety bristled at the base of her neck, reverberating down her spine and down her wrists, imaginary fingertips entangling themselves with her own. Mirai bit her lip, shuddering slightly as she stood in silence, before steeling her shoulders and standing as tall as a girl her height could.

The show of violence they’d seen was indescribable. Deserved, yet impossible to properly encapsulate in language alone. There was some peace in seeing their fallen classmates say their final piece, and yet...bittersweet all the same.

But above all else lingered the steady realization that home was finally within reach.

Back to her mother, back to her computer, back to a house with one long-untouched room.

Back to everything, yet as a different Mirai.

The rpg developer nodded as Yoshiko took off on some quest, and she folded her hands in front of her.

“...guys? Is there any way we could...take the bots with us?”

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Keiichi blinked at Mirai awkwardly.

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“Like...Puddle, and Chirp and Cap and Muffin,” she said softly. “Kojima-san too, of course, he’s shaped like a friend...but are they able to leave the city?”

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Tomomi's own smile was returned by Arisa's signature thousand watt beam. It was easy to be in a good mood after a brutal execution when the person who had just been beaten to death kind of trapped you in a murder game with kids who were either your age or younger than you and his android who was totally just a better, updated version of him. She knocks her hip gently against their own, "....You'll get to see him, too. I promised we would both get out so you could meet him, yeah? Silly of you to think that changed, y'know." She says and giggles.

She sighs, "Yeah, I hafta grab my photos and the books I got. Probably some other things, too...." She makes a note to grab Heloise's filched diamond. Even if the other girl didn't care about it, it felt wrong to just....leave it here. "I have a spare bag you can use in my room, I think. I can just buy new clothes once we're outta here. I brought, uh, a lot."

Taking a deep breath and putting her hands on her hips, she begins to walk back to the apartment complex, watching the others go their separate ways....Makes you think..., "When we get out....are we all just gonna go our separate ways? It would feel weird to....not see them again, don'tcha think? Mmmm, I wonder. Ah, and....Keiichi....wonder what he's gonna do...." Poor....bot-boy lost his whole family....

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As Aki burst into the room, Muffin powered on and looked toward him with a concerned, yet grateful expression.

“You…did…?” It echoed, suddenly beaming out and hurrying toward him to give him a hug, “I’m so proud of you all…! I knew…I knew you could all win…” It was then that the next thing he said processed, “Take me…home? I can…leave?”

It looked around, seeming uncertain of what to expect.

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Puddle, meanwhile, had been quietly standing behind the bar as it always was, not expecting to see visitors come through those doors ever again. It looked up in surprise as Yoshiko stepped in, but quickly resumed its calm and aloof persona.

“Well I’ll be damned…had the feeling you kids would pull through.” It chuckled, “Still…you came by to thank me…? Jeez…here I figured you’d make a bee line straight for the doors as soon as you could…what’re you thanking me for?”

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They'd almost forgotten they'd be set to meet Arisa's friend. "Ah, that's right. So, we really are square then? Hmm...Guess I'll have to do my best not to disappoint, won't I?" Tomomi laughed a little too, somewhat nervously.

They nodded thoughtfully. "That sounds good, although you'd be better off with the bag than I would. I only need one, maybe two things, that's all." They could leave plenty of things to be destroyed, but too much work was put into that TV for them to just abandon it.

Tomomi was close enough to hear Mirai's question, and they piped up in response, "I should hope so. We're going to need some kind of tangible evidence of this place's existence to bring out with us, something more than just our word. And with what they've done for us..."

They quieted down again, feeling a bit awkward about admitting they'd grown attached to those robots. They kept pace with Arisa, was quick to reply to her questions, "I hope not. I'd like to think everyone could keep looking out for each other, even on the outside, but ultimately it comes down to each individual decision..." Their tone grew more hesitant as they continued, "I...Personally, I'd like to stay in contact with you all...though I would understand completely if no one wanted to, with me. And, Keiichi...I just don't know about him..."

Tomomi quickened their pace into the apartments, feeling more than ready to shuffle on up the stairs past that conversation.

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Akihiko wants to cry and smiles at Muffin. He leans against a counter to support his wobbling legs. "Yes! W- We won..." He said, finally calming down a bit. "I... I don't know but I promised, right?" Crap Asa or Tomomi would've been more useful than him.

"So I'll do my best!" He was confident. Or trying to be.

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Jo clutches the chip in their hand tightly, sighing quietly. They could go home. They never thought they'd be this excited over it.

"Meet me at the gate when y'all're ready to go," they announce, hopefully before everyone starts running off. Then they turn to Mirai. "I'd like to bring the bots. I don't think anyone here would argue. Of course, the choice is ultimately up to them, I guess."

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"Puddle, I... You kept my spirits up!" Yoshiko replied, grinning. Suddenly the tears started, just slowly crawling down her cheeks. "Get it, spirits, you work in a bar, haha........ Anyways, anyways, I wanted... I wanted to see if you can come with us? You don't deserve to be stuck here, none of you four do... I think Akihiko-kun went to Muffin, we can go get Cap and Chirp and... We can go somewhere nicer than here."

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There wasn't a lot of time to think. Kojima didn't make it easy to get another word in. They watched silently in horror as Ike's head was knocked clean off. If it were any more graphic, everything in their stomach might have come back up, but the chip was what they focused on. Seeing it getting tossed to Jo, Seishiro only looked to Kojima once more before the metal collar clasped around his neck and dragged him off into the final execution. Only this time...? Seishiro didn't feel an ounce of remorse or guilt. A feeling they were beginning to get good at recognizing bubbled up in their chest, allowing Seishiro to watch as their robotic classmates did away with Kojima.

There was a moment that...Seishiro felt bad. The ending. [email protected] look on his face and the several gunshots to the face was enough for Seishiro to look away. And that was all they wrote. The game was over. Seishiro's legs trembled before their knees buckled from under them. Relief was the first thing they felt with the growing sense of hope that washed over. Seishiro was going to go home, see their moms and finally hug their dad. The thought alone was enough for them to pull themself together. They acted alone in the moment, waiting for the elevator to bring them all back up. Jo's statement was heard, but Seishiro didn't make a move to acknowledge it.

With that, Seishiro took off towards the Cafe where Cap would have been. Bursting through the doors, they don't waste time in tugging at them and motioning towards the door. "C-Cap, we did it, Cap, we gotta go." Their expression was pleading, almost urgent. "I-I'm not leaving you here and we have less than an hour before..." Before something. Seishiro didn't know what though. "B-But we did it..! K-Kojima is dead and we can leave..! P-Please..."

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Hideo had more or less shut down long before the execution, as soon as the violence started he'd just curled up and covered his head with his arms, blocking it all out. Maybe it was cowardly, but he just... didn't want any part of this. He just wanted it to be over, he just wanted to go home. And it's really for the best that he didn't witness any of the execution itself, since there's no chance he would've remained conscious through it.

Only when it's all over and the platform jerking and rising back up into the park alerts him to the fact that they're finally, finally being let out does he lower his arms and lift his head, blinking around in tearful confusion as he sees some of his classmates splitting off in different directions. Right... right, they have to go, they have to... He stands up and reaches for Jo and Uta. "Th-the bots, Muffin, Puddle... we sh-should see if we can bring them..."

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Her face explodes into red and she laughs nervously, "Y-Yeah....Yeah, ah, sorry about before, ah....why don't we just never mention. Um. That. Ever again. For your sake and mine." She says and rubs the back of her neck, "I'm sure he'll think you're great, though!"

"I'd like if we could do that, too....Obviously, some of us might never get along as well as others might, but....there are some things you go through together and you don't separate after. I think a murder game is one of them. I'd like to stay in contact with you as well. And the others, of course. But, um, def you. I don't see why you always seem so....I don't know, sure? That we don't wanna talk with you after this...Jeez, did I make friends with the two people in this place who thought like that?" Arisa feels a bit of a sting to her heart after remembering Rachele and her own words. Oof..., "But I def wanna stay your friend. If you'll still have me, of course."

Arriving at her room, she walks in and begins to take down her pictures and gently places them in her bag, grabbing the framed picture of Mitsugi and herself off of her dresser and....decides to leave the one of her and her parents. There's....Well. There's really no reason to take it. So, she packs the last of her things including her book on foxes and the two on geometry before stepping out and heading out of the apartment building, just sort of....standing in front of it. It wasn't home, but....it did hold a lot of memories now. Mostly terrible ones. She wouldn't be sad to see it go.

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Muffin smiled at Aki, gently patting his head. "You did so well.....y...you all did so well...."

The bot released Akihiko from the hug, rolling backward with a slight wobble and some grating squeak sounds. It looked around the Wellness Center, unclear what exactly it is processing. "I...only left this room once before....and, well...that was brief...do you think....all of us will be okay out there...?"

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Puddle listened to Yoshiko, letting out another slightly louder chuckle at the joke. "Man...you humans really are so weird...still making jokes at a time like this, taking time from your escape to look out for things like me...talking about stuff we deserve or don't..." Puddle shook its head, "...somewhere nicer, huh? Sounds like something I could get behind, kid...I'm not technically supposed to leave my post here. No clue if it'll zap me for trying but...well...wouldn't be the first time I've broken protocol, huh?"

The bot set its rag down and looked around the Ashpit Bar, seeming to be reminiscing about its place of residence for what had to have been more than ten years at this point. After a moment, it wheeled out from behind the bar, pulling a cord and flat disc with it, before nodding to the drummer.

"Yeah, sure kid...let's get you all the hell outta here..."

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Cap didn't even get a moment to greet Seishiro as they burst into the cafe, before the skater was tugging at its arm and leading it toward the door.

"Wha-! Whoa, you're back! You're okay! You did it!!!" Cap resisted being pulled a little, mainly out of its internal programming as opposed to any sort of desire to stay, "Wait wait wait, you came here for me instead of just leaving? Hun-- you're...that's...you guys are all the sweetest..."

It seemed almost at a loss for words, for once, it reached up with its free hand to touch the sticker on its screen, "I've never had friends like you before...you really think they'll have a place for us out there?"

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Jo takes Hideo's hand, nodding. "I think some of the others want to take them, too. We can go check, but since I have the key I don't want to be away from the gate for too long."

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"That makes sense... um, is there anything else you wanted to grab before we leave...? From your room or...?" He asks, already starting towards the apartments to check on Muffin.

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He welcomes the hug and holds the robot close before letting go. Akihiko, admittedly, hadn't thought that far ahead. "I think... that no matter what, we'll find a way. You all have done so much for us! You gave me that clue, saved our lives countless of times, e- encouraged me to keep going even when I really didn't want to...!" He was already tearing up. What a crybaby.

"Muffin you've saved my life so many times and I wanna save yours too! Without you, there's no way we could've won..."

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Seishiro stared at Cap, feeling them resist a little and took that as a sign to cool it on the dragging. Their hands remained though, looking up with wide eyes. What were they saying..? Seishiro shook their head almost immediately. There's a waver in their tone too, suddenly feeling really emotional over all of this. It was like reality hit them completely. "O-Of course...Of course I came back. I-I...I can't..we all can't leave here without you." They swallow any emotion down for the time being and smile brightly. "If there isn't...I'll make sure there is a place in the world for you. I promise you that."

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"I don't really have anything." They shake their head. "Just, like, clothes. Those're replaceable."

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(tw: swearing)

Uta was suspended in a moment of starstruck awe. They were imprisoned, forced to kill, witness inexcusable and sadistic slaughters from coerced murder, and ultimately recorded to have their likeliness uploaded to robotic bodies. But was it all worth it to hear Otome Ito's voice? Absof-ckingulutely. But, as always, he was brought back to attention with the touch of his significant others. They were on the move already so Uta stumbles along.

"Yeah, uh, we can just go. Whatever you all wanna do I'm fine with." Uta murmurs rather dismissively. They were going home, yeah? That would mean...

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"The, um, apartments first then..." Hideo slows down a bit when Uta stumbles, making sure it's easier for him to keep up, but still leads them all in that direction, anxious to check in on Muffin.

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Muffin looked up and smiled even brighter as the newcomers stepped in. Its wheel made a grinding sound as the bot hurried over to greet them with a hug (or head pat, as the case may be). 'Y-you did it...!"

Cap smiled at Seishiro's response, fixing up its scarf with a determined nod, "You'd really go out of your way to do all that for me? You really are the sweetest...! How can I say no to something like that...?" The bot looked around the cafe, paused, and wheeled itself back behind the counter to retrieve its charging dock before following Seishiro out.

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Seishiro nodded once more, hoping that their little speech was enough to convince them. “I promise.” With their charging dock in hand, Seishiro led the way out of the Cafe. They refused to look back on it like Cap had. There were more melancholy memories associated with the building than Seishiro cared to admit, but... This was it. Taking Caps free hand, they walked towards the Apartments in hopes of seeing others. They did take off without telling anyone where they were headed.

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Despite everything, seeing how happy Muffin looks makes Hideo feel better, and he lets go of Jo and Uta just long enough to give the bot a hug. "Y-yeah, we did... you're coming home with us, right?" He glances over at Akihiko too, smiling a bit tiredly when he sees him, oh good someone else was here to look after Muffin as well. "I, um, want to bring the other bots, too... if they want to come..."

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Yoshiko grins, practically bouncing. "Rules are made to be broken! But we caught the guy doing all this, so technically, there are no rules anymore... But yeah! Let's go!" When Puddle agrees and comes out from behind the bar, she eagerly runs towards the door, holding it open for the bot. "We're all meeting at the gates, do you know how to get there? I need to grab some things that I left here, then I'll be right back to ya."

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Muffin looked from person to person and nodded, "...home..." It seemed thoughtful, "I used to think this room was home, but...I'm happy to go anywhere with all of you...!" Muffin smiled and nodded certainly, "...you care about all of us, too...you're all so kind..."

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Puddle followed, hesitating slightly at the threshold before rolling out of the door for the first time. It looked around, taking in the sights of the city in silence. "The gates? Never been outside before, I only ever saw this city through the security feed when I wasn't supposed to check...you might have to point me in the right direction, kid..."

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In the apartments, Tomomi went off to their own room. Every space-themed decoration had long stopped being a comfort to them, and they hardly felt bad about not grabbing any of it. However, they did linger in front of the dresser, eyes fixed on the malfunctioning TV head resting atop it. They were sure their friend wouldn't be upset about it in the long run, but he'd done so much with it, they still wanted to preserve it. They held it carefully in their hands, stared down at the vague reflection of their face in the blank, dark screen. That's not right, is it?

They breathed in a deep sigh and held the TV under one arm, while their other hand made its way up to their forehead. They began to run their fingers through their hair, then pulled slowly until it was all completely removed, both the wig and the cap underneath. They tossed it near the bed, not caring where it landed, and reran their fingers through their hair, their real, albeit even messier, dark red hair. They'd already given up hiding before anyway, right? What would anyone care if they added Tomomi Sugawara to the list of the dead?

They nabbed their cape as well, bundled it up with the TV, and left. With a quick stop to the bathroom to splash their face with a little bit of water, they made their way down the stairs and successfully navigated them without tripping over a single one. They stopped at the entrance to the medical office, poked their head in just a bit to see what all the commotion was about.

"Has everyone's favorite robo-friend been successfully acquired? If ol' Muffin over there hasn't been persuaded enough by all of you guys already, I don't know what in this world would work," Shu remarked with a grin.

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Akihiko turned around when the others entered so he could wipe his fast. He was crying and had promised himself to try to stop doing that so much so he didn't want the others to see. When he thought he was more settled he turned back and returned Hideo's smile. The demon prince made a mental note to apologize to the three for worrying them during that whole no impulse thing. That proooobably didn't matter to him, but he still felt bad about it. Before he could speak someone else entered.

"Who are-- Tomomi?" he tilted his head to the side a bit staring at the stranger who.... looked kinda like Tomomi and was wearing Tomomi's clothes but... Akihiko glared a bit, moving forward to approach the stranger. He wasn't letting anyone else get hurt. Over his dead body!!

"Explain. Quickly."

This was pure anger fueling his strength but his voice sounded as calm as could be. Jo and Hideo were his friends! He would protect them. And Uta was okay... difficult to get along with but okay so he didn't want to lose that one either!!

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All things considered, they really should have expected that kind of reaction, but Shu still couldn't help but take a step back and put their hands up defensively (as best they could) at Akihiko's anger. For a few seconds, they looked surprised, before their expression settled into an apologetic one.

"Those are good instincts, but no need for alarm there, buddy, it's still me. I mean, um, I uh," They laughed, then coughed, then cleared their throat. Mostly they were just trying to think of an easy way to explain themself and found it...difficult.

"I've...said some small untruths in the past, but I'm still very much the person you already know! It's just...Well, Tomomi was a...ah, a false identity. With um, a whole different look, and everything, that doesn't look like my face. I made them up to get into the academy, but I don't see the point in acting like them anymore." They rubbed at the back of their neck, unable to hide how nervous they were in admitting it. "My name is Shubaki Nagui, but uh, you can call me Shu. I'm sorry I never told you before, I really, truly wanted to but, it felt like there was never a good time. I was scared somethin' might happen and, uh...it's all a long story, I'd be glad to explain all of it once we're out of here, if...if you would still want to...know...um..."

"But yes! Are ya getting everything together okay? Everything going well in here? All square?"

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Akihiko's shoulders immediately slumped. He wasn't good at staying mad at friends, even when it was slightly okay to do so. So Tomomi was someone older than him and... lying. He truly believed in Tomomi-- "Shu..." It felt odd to say but he looked up and sighed with relief smiling. He probably should've asked more questions but with all the time he spent with them, he figured it'd be too much to lie.

"I- I think I'm kinda relieved because I always thought you were more mature than me," he half joked. "But yes, and we're taking Muffin with us!"

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"...wow, a fake identity. Can you imagine the shock on my face now?" Uta said with all the vibrancy and life of a dead cockroach "We can discuss this pleasant surprise once we're out of here."

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After waiting a few more than a couple of minutes for Tomomi to join her, Arisa was beginning to grow nervous. Was everything alright? They said they didn't have a lot to get from their room, right? What had held them up? For a little bit, she managed to convince herself to stay put and to simply let them figure out whatever seemed to be the issue, but she really didn't want for something to have happened when she didn't know it so soon after they had won. The danger should be gone, but that didn't mean it felt like it 100%....

Her mind made up, she decided to head back into the apartment building to see if they simply needed help carrying something. She wouldn't want them falling down the stairs, after all....

Commotion caught her attention, though, and so did their voice. Heading over to where the sounds were coming from, she was very, very confused. Very confused. That....That was their voice. And that was their clothing (god knows no one else would ever wear something as.....brave as that. Except Jo, perhaps.). So, where were they? After a bit of serious thinking, she finally decided that eavesdropping would get her some answers. She might have come into the conversation late, but she could pick up the bits and pieces she had missed. Oh. This....This was not what she thought they meant when they said they weren't the person she thought they were.

They meant it literally.

On one hand, this was a pretty serious lie. On the other, she had lied worse before so. She would be a hypocrite. "....You know, just because your fake identity has the complexity of a bowl of water doesn't mean you have to hate on ones with actual depth. Yours was just your godsona. And it wasn't even original."

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Hideo is just happy that Muffin is agreeing to come along, and that Akihiko is smiling too. Everything feels a little rushed and erratic right now, but... they're going home. Finally. Home. He glances over at Tomomi - or the Shu formerly known as Tomomi - taking in their new appearance.

"Right, we are... um, I'm going to go make sure the other bots are coming, too." Hideo strangely, or perhaps not so strangely, doesn't seem to have much of a reaction to the reveal. He does give Arisa an odd look, what is she talking about, but then he just pats Muffin on the shoulder and heads for the door again. Gotta go fast! "I-I'm going to check on Puddle and Cap and PSB2-san... um, if anyone doesn't want to come I'll meet you at the gate..."

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Akihiko covers his mouth when he laughs. It's the end of this terrible city and some people still have energy to argue. He waves off Hideo and turns back to Muffin. "I can escort you to the gate and wait with you there," he said, hoping the bot would agree to this. "I... probably shouldn't be running around too much. I almost reopened my wounds a few times so... better play it safe," he laughed a little nervously. That no impulse thing almost killed him so many times!

"I'll be glad to see my family and friends again... And even happier that everyone will get to meet them!" He smiles over to Arisa as well. Maybe she and Itsuki could be friends. They'd probably get along, he thinks.

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"I wouldn't call an extra layer 'depth'. Then again, you're shallower than a dried puddle, anything can be considered deep." Uta scoffed back before tailing behind Hideo. Now that their lives were in less danger, he could snark just a bit more.

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She laughs a bit at Akihiko's words and nods, "Same, dude, I can't wait to get outta here....God, I'm excited...." Her joyful mood is fouled a bit when Uta speaks up (as it almost always is) and she rolls her eyes, moving her hand like a hand puppet, scrunching up her face, and sticking her tongue out and she mocked him, "Blah, blah, blah, my name is Uta Kichiemon and I'm just angry someone insulted the """OC""" I came up with while I was shopping at Hot Topic."

Still, she turns her attention to Shu and smiles, "God, I am so glad that you aren't a teenager. Now, you have an excuse to be so out of touch with teen society! But it's alright, it's still endearing and amusing." She would probably freak out later, but now was a Happy Time.

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Muffin seems distressed by the arguing, "G-guys--! Please....y...you all won....you did it-- please don't....hurt each other anymore......."

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Shu was relieved it seemed to go down so well with the small group. It gave them hope when some of the people they felt the closest to out of the class didn't look too upset with them. They even snickered a little at Uta's comment. It did feel a little silly when some of the others had just as much of a fake persona as they did.

"Well, as long as you're not seein' fit to turn your back on this decrepit, grizzled, aging old 26 year old windbag..." They (half) joked in Arisa and Akihiko's direction before turning their attention to those remaining, and Muffin. Ah, geez, it never felt good to see Muffin distressed.

"Yeah, gotta second the doc, here. No need get at each other at a time like this..." They paused, thought about what they had to do now. "I'll get out of the way if everything's taken care of in here then. I've got what I need, so I'll just, ah, help out wherever else it might be needed." They turned their attention to Arisa again, thinking they'd follow behind to see if she had other plans, unless they were otherwise needed.

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"Sure, sure!" Yoshiko tells Puddle. With both of them out of the bar, Yoshiko is practically hopping towards the gate. She smiles over at Puddle as she approaches. "Here we are!" she says excitedly. "Now we just gotta wait for it to be opened..."

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Seishiro entered the apartments with Cap in hand, holding their other bag tightly to their side. There seemed to be people conjugating in front of the wellness center and headed towards there. Stopping dead in their tracks, there’s an odd look on their face when they see this read haired person. “U-Uh...”

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Jo looks at Shu. "How old are you?" Thanks

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"I'm t...twenty six. Er, like I said, never was a good time to bring that sort of thing up...y'know?"

They also waved to Seishiro and Cap. "Ah, so we've got at least two robots accounted for now, good job."

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"T- Twenty-six?!" Akihiko was amazed by this!!

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(swearing cw)

"Never was a..." Jo grits their teeth. "No. Any time would've been a good f*ckin' time. Do you not realize how creepy that is? Treating teenagers - children - like they're your peers? Leading them on in letting them treat you that way? When one literally had a crush on you."

They grit their teeth, ball their hands into fists.

No. This was not... it shouldn't be the time, but it needed to be said.

"It's creepy. You're creepy."

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Hideo pauses in the hallway, happy to see Seishiro and Cap and starting to wave at them before the conversation behind him recaptures his attention. "Jo..." He turns and reaches a hand out to gently touch one of theirs. "You're not wrong, but... c-come on, let's just go?"

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“H-hey, hey, hey, hey...! You’re right. Totally. It’s so creepy, but I’mma need at least two more weeks before I hear/smell another murder, a’ight? So just, uh, c’mon with us.” Uta rearranges however he needs to hold both their hands (or at the very lease, hold one and skim the other, cane dangling) “Please, babe?”

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All she does at their reply to her is laugh before fake-gasping and putting her hands on her hips, "Twenty-six!? You're ancient! How did you not crumble to dust during this game, jeez!" She says and beams, "Even if you're an old geezer...you're still, like, basically one of my only close friends. So, as long as you ain't gonna leave this bright eyed, obnoxiously loud, overly dramatic eighteen year old, then def, yeah. I still wanna be your friend."

"I just wanna pick up Chirp. In case no one has yet."

With Jo, though, her hackles raise and she balls her fists, frowning and glaring at them, "Okay, um, well, sweetie since I was the major part of your argument there I can tell you to can it, and leave them alone. They never did anything wrong except bluff about their age and name which, hey, your....Uta did half of that and lied through omission about being a literal murderer so, like.....Hmmmmmm, maybe back off??" Even if this wasn't her battle and she had been told to stop fighting, she'd never followed directions very well.

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Muffin still looked from person to person, seeming more and more concerned as the harsh words didn't let up and as some fists were clenched. "P....please---n...no more violence....no more yelling..." The bot tried to reach out to soothe both Jo and Arisa, only turning to be distracted when...another bot was ushered in.

"O-oh--"

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Cap waved enthusiastically as it was ushered into the wellness center, "No wonder you kids didn't drop by all too often, this place is huuuuge! Ah, a few more of my best customers! Hello sweethearts! Sorry I don't have your usual orders with me, but it looks like we're just about out of time here~! I wish I could have brought something to help you celebrate, though..."

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Puddle nodded at Yoshiko, still looking around the completely foreign landscape of the city. "Man, wonder what this must've looked like in its heyday...used to be full of workers..."

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Seishiro pushed past a few people. Whatever with the hostilities at this point, it could be settled outside when they all got out. Sei doesn’t waste any time in heading towards Muffin and throwing themself at them with a hug, only to see Akihiko and beaming at him brightly.

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Great, so this is happening. Hideo feels suddenly, overwhelmingly exhausted. "No, Arisa-san. Jo's right, this is different than just using a fake name. I knew they were hiding something but not... not this, and... I told them things and talked to them in a way I wouldn't have if I'd known how much older they were. This actually makes me really uncomfortable but I don't want to deal with it right now. Too much... too much has happened... I just want to get my friends, the ones who are still alive, and go home."

Hideo doesn't wait for a response, he doesn't want to turn this into an argument or hear Arisa get aggressive and nasty again. Besides, she wanted to pick up Chirp, it would be better if they all focused on things they needed to do.

"Hi Cap, I'm glad you're coming with us." He smiles, albeit shakily, at the other bot, "We'll be right back." And then he leaves the building as quickly as he can while carefully tugging Jo and Uta along with him.

He's gonna head towards the bar first, not knowing Yoshiko already got Puddle.

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"!" Muffin eagerly returned Seishiro's hug, giving their back a gentle rub as it did so, "Y-you did it...! I'm....so proud...."

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As they arrive at the Ashpit Bar, it is...entirely empty. Looks like Puddle has left, perhaps looking toward the gate you would see the form of the bot waiting with Yoshiko.

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"Oh," Hideo is a little surprised but for ease of moving things along he can take a quick look and see Puddle with Yoshiko, which is a relief, he's happy someone already persuaded the bot to come with them. And since Seishiro got Cap and Arisa mentioned getting Chirp... Hideo heads over to the Police/Fire Station quickly to see if PSB2 is still at the front desk. "Hey, PSB2-san... we're all leaving the city now, do you want to come with us?"

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The bot stationed behind the counter is silent, except for a whirring sound that indicates it is processing the question. "I must remain at my post, citizen. Does this answer your query to your satisfaction?"

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"But..." Hideo looks Distressed, "If you stay then you could... everything is going to be destroyed..."

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"Let 'em sink with the ship. Lava. Yeah." Uta sighs "Anyone or anything else you wanna rescue? The refrigerator, maybe?"

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Keiichi never moved from his place once everyone had split off. He had taken a seat on the curb, his head in his hands. It looked like he was trying to figure things out for himself, post-escape.

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( tw: swearing )

Arisa watches the party leave and scowls. Who did they think they were....!? After a few more seconds, she gets her temper under control and smiles up at....Shu. Shubaki. Not Tomomi but kind of still Tomomi. "I'm gonna go run and get Chirp if you wanna tag along!!" She says and hefts her bag back onto her shoulder and heads to Fujifudo.

Once there, she knocks on the door to the kitchen and opens it only far enough for her to poke her head in, "Knock-knock, Chirp-san!" She cheers, "We won!! We beat the old sh*thead who put this whole thing together and we're going TF home!! Um....please come with us? I don't know what's going to happen to the city, but it's gonna be destroyed....you've helped us so much, you're like part of our effed up little family."

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"Your concern is noted, valued citizen. I will examine evacuation protocol if my sensors indicate danger. Does this solve your immediate concerns to your satisfaction?"

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As Arisa rushed into the kitchen, the smell of food was remarkably absent. Chirp was standing by the utensils, looking them over rather quietly. It turned to her in surprise as her request was heard.

"I had little doubt you'd do it one way or another. With students as fearless as you, there are few who could compare, hm?" It looked along the counter and sink, all freshly cleaned, "Come with you? You humans...you're inviting me to a family? Here I thought you wouldn't think twice to forget the curmudgeonly old chef while you rush to your homes. But...where would I go? What kitchen can even compare to what I had here? I trust you have something in mind? You wouldn't leave me to rust, would you? I might just blow a circuit if I cannot cook again..."

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( tw: swearing )

She smiled at the bot brightly and walked into the kitchen fully, figuring it couldn't brandish its weapons of cooking utensils at her for coming in uninvited. Arisa laughed and waved her hand, "Yeah, we got guts in this class, I can def say that much....But yeah, totally! Ain't we all a family at this point? I mean, I dunno what a real family is actually like, but I can imagine it's something like this....Why would we forget you? It wouldn't be right for us to leave you behind, not when you helped us so much! And made us food which is basically the only way I stayed alive." She says and laughs. "I mean, you can come and cook at my house? My parents ain't home ninety percent of the time, and we have this huge ass kitchen that don't get used since I dunno how to use it....and, uh, I kinda...always order out? But, if you would like, we can do that?"

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Akihiko was thoroughly uncomfortable with everything going on. He... didn't care to think about how he spoke to Shu. Sure he might've talked down to them a few times thinking they were younger but there was still... he didn't know, boundaries? He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed.

"Hey, um, Shu-san... whatever your reasoning was, I'm sure it's good... I'm glad you're making it out alive and that we can, you know, get to know the real you better... I mean I guess I get everyone's complaints but, uh, don't let it get you down, okay? I'm sure you didn't mean for any of this to happen the way it did so..." He shrugged, he was doing his best. In any case, Akihiko's nerves pretty much disappeared when he saw Seishiro smile at him. He smiled back at them but now felt self conscious again. Geez, that was another conversation he needed to have when they all managed to escape.

"A- Anyways," he started, turning back to Muffin, "we should go back to the gate... We don't know exactly how this place will go down so I really don't want to be around for it."

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"I wouldn't know what the word means, I'm afraid. I've spent the past ten or so years cooking and cleaning by myself, day in and day out. Minus some gaps, of course. You kids are the most company I've had in quite some time, for better or worse..." It said that, giving a cursory glance toward the knives and shaking its head, "You say that offer as if you are prepared to surrender your entire kitchen over to my control. That's quite the offer..."

It seemed to be considering it, at the very least, but the bot finally  crossed two of its arms and nodded.

"Very well. I will accompany you out. My fate from there can be determined." It wheeled its way toward the door, barely giving a second glance back toward its prison as it left to follow Arisa.

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Seeing that Aki had smiled back, Seishiro felt better knowing that he was at least okay. For now...Seishiro looked to this red haired character...Tomomi...or rather Shu. That’s what Seishiro was hearing. This situation was getting awkward. Pulling away from Muffin, Seishiro moved towards the door and looked to the rest of their peers. “I-If we’re done here, I don’t think there’s much of a point t-to stick around much longer. W-We should go.”

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Yoshiko was talking Puddle's ear... Noise receptors? off about back home, about her music and her concerts and how she wishes she could bring them, but it might be hard... But they could make it work! After a little bit, she blinks. "Oh, I wanted... I wanted to go grab things at the apartments! Please wait, I'll be right back." She took off running to the apartments.

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"If... If you're sure..." Hideo says with no less concern, and he squeezes Uta's hand gently, a silent plea to bear with him. "Just don't let yourself be destroyed, okay?"

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Smiling, she speaks sincerely, "I guess we're both kinda similar in that way, huh? Alone. I wasn't alone as much as you were, though. I'm sorry y'got trapped here for so long. It sucks...But I hope that our company can make up for it! You'll always have two loud and hungry kids in the house! Athletes eat a lot. Well, my friend and I do, at least." She explains, trying to convince it to come, even if the convincing wasn't necessary. "It is! My parents wouldn't even notice!" Not that they went into the kitchen to notice.

"Awesome!!! Let's get outta here, then!"

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Shu leaned against the wall behind them with a somewhat contemplative look. The three had already left before they could really articulate their thoughts, and maybe it was for the better. They didn't need to get defensive and rash now, and they knew it wouldn't be their place to argue, anyway. They nodded to Arisa when she let them know where she was off to, was thinking they might join to go and finally meet Chirp properly, but then Akihiko spoke to them. While they appreciated the support, they shook their head at his words.

"Thank you. I understand it, though - I didn't exactly explain myself fully well, did I? And I did lie this whole time. They've got plenty reason to be mad. Had to figure it wouldn't go all that smoothly. At least nobody'll have to see or deal with this mug going forward."

"You're right though, I definitely didn't anticipate anything turning out the way that it did. I came in to find the evidence to solve a decade old mystery, thinking everyone else was just an obstacle to work around while I focused on my case - N-no offense intended - but now I'm walking out of an even bigger incident alive and having made some friends, even if only temporarily."

"...Listen to me talk and talk, geez. I won't be holding you up no more." Both Seishiro and Akihiko were getting ready to go, and here Shu was rambling on. They started towards the door of the room as well, even took a few steps outside to indicate their readiness.

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Muffin looked at Akihiko, then Seishiro, and nodded, "R-right--! To....'home' then....? L...let's go..." It hesitantly began to follow the group's lead out of the door.

Before exiting, Muffin turned its attention to Shu and smiled brightly. "Temporarily? I...I think I would like to always be your friend...if you'd let me..."

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PSB2 made an affirmative beep, "Safety protocol will be observed, valued citizen."

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"It sounds like I will not be expected to make meals to the scale I was here...we will see how this arrangement works. You humans are baffling to me." Chirp responded almost haughtily, "If this is a sincere offer, then I hope you are prepared to meet my expectations for ingredients and tools."

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"I throw a lot of parties, actually. One every week or so. My cheer squad comes over sometimes, too. You'll be cooking large amounts on certain days!" She explains, hoping to placate the bot with the schedule update. "It's as sincere as could be. Name an ingredient or tool and it's yours! I could get you some saffron or just about anything...." She explained as she walked with the bot to the gate, stopping nearby and beginning to rock on her heels. She still had to wait before going any closer.

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"Thank you." Hideo reaches out and pats PSB2 on the head very lightly. "Okay... I think I'm ready to go..."

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Just as Seishiro was stepping from out of the Wellness Center, they remembered something. The color in their face deepened and they turned around to face the bots and others. “I-I’ll be right back.” That’s when they took off up into the apartments, Seishiro searching their pockets for their keycard to get into their room. How could they forget that. It was a silly thing they wrote but it was important. Stepping into their room, the skater took a good look around. It was...still a mess from weeks ago. They didn’t even wanna know how the floor was doing and moved to their closet. There were a lot of things in there that could be replaced, but the memories still remained.

It was hard knowing they wouldn’t be able to take a lot of this stuff back with them, but... Closing the door, they grab the rabbit sitting on their bed before looking to the top of their dresser and picking up the journal that sat on top. One more entry wouldn’t hurt. Seishiro takes a few minutes to write something down before placing it in their bag and making their way back downstairs.

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After departing from Puddle for the moment, Yoshiko ran up the stairs to her apartment. She opened the door, and ran to the dresser. She pulled out her brass knuckles and stared at them. Did she need this still? She wanted to be able to physically protect herself but... But does she really need to fight anymore? After thinking for a few moments, she puts them back in the drawer and shuts it.

She looked around the room, thinking, before grabbing... Some cups of instant ramen. She shoved them into her bag, and quickly left the room. She hurried down the stairs and back to the gate.

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After collecting himself a bit over at the cave, Dororou rides the monorail back to the cityscape. He tries to see as much as he can one last time... in spite of everything that went wrong here, it still had its highlights. His trust might have faltered there, but in the end he legitimately cared about the others. He didn't have much to gather from his room, since he lost most of his stuff with the fanny pack, but he managed to put together a bag of some papers, his plushie, and a couple pieces of his clothes - as well as snagging a banana or two for the road eating one there. He makes his way the gate - only to stop to take one final look at the park. The lack of indication of what just unfolded felt really weird to him, (if we ignore the giant crater, heh) it just looked like a normal park. But never mind that, it was in the past now. Back to the gate. As expected he wasn't the first to arrive, so he waved out, a grin on his face as he approached. The tears had dried by now but the stains were faintly visible when he got closer.

"Nyuff, nyuff, nyuff! Hope I didn't keep you all waiting! Though..."

He cuts himself off... he was gonna ask about that one thing but it's probably nothing...

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The bots looked at one another, seeming surprised by the similarities they all shared. They took a few brief moments-- to everyone else, it would appear as if they were merely making small beeps, but they were in fact taking that time to finally meet one another.

Finally, Puddle was the first to turn toward the group, "Looks like we've got, ah....everyone here, huh?" It turned to look at the gates, then at the security kiosk, "Guess this is the way to the outside then...you all ready to go?"

Cap spoke up in a chipper-as-ever voice, "I say let's go~! I bet you all can't wait! You've earned this, lovelies, no need for a victory lap here!"

Muffin was next, rolling much more slowly and loudly than the other bots, but still turning to the class with the warmest of smiled, "...I'm...I'm very proud of all of you....w-we should go....I-I think you'll all be happier once we go out there.....and safer, too..."

Chirp was the last to speak up, crossing two of its arms and regarding the class-- most of whom it had never met-- with a quick glance, "Let us be off. I cannot provide for you out there, so I hope none of you feel particularly hungry."

With that, Jo made their way to the security kiosk and tapped away at the keyboard before slipping the key into the slot.

#Chapter 5 #Endgame #Yatagarasu #Arisa #Asa #Hideo #Seishiro #Yoshiko #Mirai #Tomomi #Prince Noctem Abel Rose #Dororou #Kimiko #Keiichi

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Fic Recs

For @bakatora​ who - to my interpretation - asked for some heartwarming, uplifting plotty fics you can sink your teeth into and come out feeling better because reality is hard right now, which I honestly really need myself. I’ve been so busy with exams and essays for the past three weeks, I haven’t even been writing fanfic, I think this is actually the longest I’ve ever gone without writing something, and I’m still not finished. Last exam is on Friday, and then I’m gonna crash.

But anyway, I’ll list these by fandom since you said any, and most of them are complete too, hope you enjoy :)

Boku no Hero Academia

but you gotta get up at least once more by simkjrs

Midoriya Izuku does not let his lack of a Quirk prevent him from being strong. Also known as that one AU where Izuku follows the ridiculous training regimen of Saitama from One Punch Man and becomes stronger than anyone ever imagined he could be.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Welcome to the Hellmouth! Part Deux by OffYourBird

Summary: It's been 20 years since the Hellmouth closed, and Buffy has realized that awakening the Potentials has had a vicious side effect. Or rather, several. Left with the choice to either lead or follow as the current present gets erased, Buffy risks everything to go back to the Hellmouth... and back to the one being she thought she'd never see again.

Her Way by dreamweaver

After Spike burns up in the Hellmouth, Buffy demands that the Oracles send her back in time.

Changes by dreamweaver

This is fluff, a sequel to "Her Way", a romp through all the changes everybody has to go through once Buffy and Spike claim each other.

Something Redux by dreamweaver

A year after Spike’s death in the Hellmouth, Buffy is flung back in time.

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

The Graves Identity by Mishafied

He doesn't remember who he is or how he ended up injured in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness; all he knows is his name is Percival, and he owes his life to the shy, redheaded zoologist who saved him. But unfortunately, just because he doesn't remember his past doesn't mean it can't come back to haunt him. This is the story of how Percival got his happily ever after, and then had to fight to keep it.

Final Fantasy VII

Company by esama

Cloud stopped planning a life in ShinRa and ShinRa definitely made no plans for him.

Rock Bottom by esama

In which Cloud is so not doing this again. Except then he is.

Fullmetal Alchemist

Reverti Ad Praeteritum by Batsutousai

Unwillingly forced to serve as a human trial for a crazy alchemist experimenting with time travel, Edward Elric finds himself standing across from Truth in the moment it takes his leg from him. Armed with the knowledge of what's to come and burdened with guilt for the choices he'd made as an adult, Ed sets out to fix every mistake he ever made and save every life they ever lost, no matter what it takes.

demon alchemist by metisket

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re doin’ your best. It’s just your best isn’t quite good enough, Colonel. So while you’re doing whatever the hell it is you do, I’ll be here cleaning up after you.”

Game of Thrones

if you try to break me, you will bleed by Dialux

It had been a slash across her chest from a White Walker’s sword that finally ended her life. Sansa’d landed in a puddle of her own blood, and she’d died quickly, quietly. And then she’d awoken with a gasp, trembling, in a bed that had burned under Theon’s betrayal.

Harry Potter

The Sum of Their Parts by holdmybeer

For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would become a Dark Lord. For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would take down the Ministry or die trying. He should have known that Hermione and Ron wouldn't let him do it alone.

Gelosaþ in Écnesse by Batsutousai

Caught in the backlash of Voldemort's Killing Curse, Harry is thrown through time to a world so very different from his own.

Hikaru no Go

Watch and Learn by Trial and Error by esama

When God gives Hikaru his wish, he begins his journey again with a new goal in life, to prevent Sai from fading.

a hundred year of memories by aimichan

Sai is reborn as Shindou Hikaru with all of his memories intact.

The Relative Value of Things by rageprufrock

Touya Akira isn't the only person who wants.

Jurassic World

Pushing Boundaries by Macx

Masrani Global recruited him to train raptors. It was an intriguing, novel idea, something only a crazy or insane person would attempt. Owen wasn't crazy or insane. He knew he could do this. He just didn't know how deep he would get into it, how strong the connection to the pack would become, how close... they, the four of them, would become to him. His grandfather had always warned him: don't get too close. Don't let them connect. Well, it was too late for that now.

Kingsman

Care and Custody by esama

Eggsy takes out the medal in slightly worse circumstances, asking for a miracle.

Marvel

Run 'Verse by themonkeycabal

Darcy's not quite sure what she'll do with another dad.

Nobody's heroes by boleyn13

“This job... we try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes that doesn't mean everybody. But if we can't find a way to live with that, next time... maybe nobody gets saved.” At the end of the day Steve did save everybody. He saved Bucky from Tony, his team from the government, the world from the Sokovia Accords. Some time would probably have to pass for things to blow over, and then everything would go back to normal. Couple of days. Tops. After all Team Cap saved everybody, showing the world how dangerous the accords were, how easily they could be abused. Even their supporters had to come to their senses now. Yet five days after Siberia nobody feels safe. Things don’t calm down and suddenly it’s again Steve against the rest of the world. Only now it’s not some international organisation or government but the people. The ones he had saved. Slowly Captain America must realize that they don’t feel saved but angry, hurt and scared. The people demand justice for those who were really trying to save them and paid the price for it.

Naruto

backslide by blackkat

Naruto’s friends are gone, his lover is dying, Konoha is destroyed, and Madara’s second return has pushed the entire world to the brink. Hunted and harried, Naruto is sent back in time to upend Madara’s plan before it even starts, and sets about changing everything. Butterfly effect nothing: the world is at stake, and Naruto is hardly about to let it fall to ruin once more. Not while he’s still breathing.

Stormborn by blackkat

(The soul of a city is a hard thing to kill. Uzushio is still aware, still waiting. And now, with the rebirth of her greatest Kage, it’s time to call her people home.)

An Invincible Summer by ShanaStoryteller

When Naruto is five, he's gutted by a drunken civilian and presumed dead. Six months later a girl with ash pale hair and dark blue eyes enters the Academy.

Star Wars

Letters... by flamethrower

When Jedi Master Tahl is murdered, Qui-Gon Jinn leaves the Order, and his Padawan. Obi-Wan Kenobi isn't about to let him go that easily.

Re-Entry by flamethrower

Re-Entry is an alternate universe epic that spans time and possibility. Obi-Wan Kenobi, while still a young Padawan, suffers an injury and wakes up with all of the memories, experience, training, and Force-strength of Old Ben Kenobi. It isn't long before the Jedi discover that Anakin Skywalker, a five-year-old slave from the Outer Rim, has undergone the exact same change. Obi-Wan and Anakin bear the scars of harsh lessons learned; those who love them must learn those lessons quickly, before the mistakes of old are repeated.

Supernatural

I Melted Wax To Fix My Wings by TardisIsTheOnlyWayToTravel

After four torturous months Sam has his brother back, but Dean is accompanied by an angel with a terrible task for them both: help stop the impending apocalypse, or see the world destroyed. Sam has no idea what to do next when the Trickster turns up, blonde and female this time but as maddening as ever, promising assistance. As time passes Sam finds himself slowly coming to depend on the pagan Trickster god, but just when it looks like the apocalypse can be averted, the Winchester luck kicks in and threatens to ruin everything - including Sam's friendship with Loki.

The Laughter of Dead Tricksters by onthewaters

After Dean returns from Hell, the boys have an encounter with another Trickster and Gabriel ends up assisting. And then there is that whole Lilith thing.

Teen Wolf

Naughty Hookers (Swathed in Wool) by pprfaith

Stiles is happy with his store, his hobbies, his friends. Peter's just trying to figure out how to raise his nieces and nephew without fucking them up too badly. Paths cross.

All In A Spin by ShippersList

Stiles can't really talk anymore but, with Peter, he realizes he doesn't have to. Even if their spoken communication consists of one swear word and stuttered syllables, they understand each other. And that's what counts.

If You Want to Sing Out, Sing Out by mia6363

Commander Stilinski looked like he fell out of a propaganda video, his armor still smoking as he pulled off his helmet and handed it off to First Officer Argent. He had a few bruises down his neck but his smile was bright. “Glad to see you safe and sound, Mr. Hale. I’d hate for Derek to lose a member of his family.” “I told you,” Derek snapped at his superior, “he’s not worth this, Commander.”

Out Of The East, Never See The Sun Rise by ladypigswagon

In the beginning, there are three absolutes. One. Stiles is a god, forged of starlight and collapsing galaxies and he is eternal. Two. Peter is human, fragile bone and viscous blood and he is temporary. Three. Stiles and Peter are in love; love that claws its way inside one’s heart like fish hooks; all encompassing love that is beautiful but dangerous. Stiles is a god. Peter is human. They love each other. Three absolutes.

Save Me by DiscontentedWinter

Peter is the Alpha. He's nobody's savior. Not his pack's. Not his town's. And not that kid's. But sometimes salvation goes both ways.

Kitty Quintuplets by iCheat (short but hella fluffy if you need a pick-me-up)

Prompt: Imagine person A getting home really drunk one night and they tell person B that they're pregnant with kittens.

The Unexpected Marriage of Peter Hale by moonstalker24

This is the story of how Peter gets married without technically dating anyone. “You can bring your boyfriend with you,” Talia says. Peter stops giving Henry more bits of dried fruit to stare at his sister “Boyfriend?” “Of course!” Talia gestures at Stiles who looks around behind him with wide eyes. “I’m sure the whole family would be interested in meeting your young man.”

The Sphinx of Beacon Hills by Guede

Stiles is a sphinx, and he’s winging his way to visit his buddy Scott when a storm drops him in Beacon Hills, the craziest, crankiest, coldest place ever. And somehow, he ends up with a bunch of werewolves.

Proposing To Strangers by moonstalker24

At the end of a strained relationship, crime novelist Stiles chooses to hide from the world inside a bar with far too many motorcycles outside it for comfort. Here he'll meet the man of his dreams, eat food and propose marriage, all within the first five minutes. Peter doesn't know who this kid is, but he's cute and looks like he could use a break. So he feeds him. He's not expecting a marriage proposal, but with what comes after, he doesn't really mind.

it's not the color i came in by nezstorm

Stiles is a bit of an anomaly among the Omegas he knows, or everyone on the spectrum really. For him, heats are about comfort and safety, and not at all about sex.

Whiskey is My Kind of Lullaby by taylorpotato

Peter is a simple saloon owner on one of the outer planets between the Aaru Belt and the Olympus Galaxy. He’s done with trouble. Done with adventure. So fucking done with rustlers. That is, until a cute young outlaw named Stiles wanders into his bar. Peter has this problem where he can’t seem to resist charming narcissists (perhaps because they remind him of himself). And when said narcissists turn his life upside-down, the worst part is he’s not even that upset about it.

Crossovers

Whispers in Corners by esama (HPxSherlock)

Everything started with a stumble - his new life in a new world as well as his surprisingly successful career as a medium.

There May Be Some Collateral Damage by metisket (BleachxHP)

Ichigo’s been ordered to go undercover at a magic school to bodyguard a kid named Harry Potter, and this would be fine, except that he’s about as good at bodyguarding as he is at magic. And he considers it a good day, magic-wise, if he hasn’t set anything on fire.

Of Wizards and Heroes by littlelightsinourheart (storyforsomeone) (HPxMarvel)

Centuries after that fatal day of the battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter has fallen into legend, a bedtime story parents tell their children, a name whispered around campfires. He wanders the world alone and immortal, until one single reckless moment sends him hurtling into a parallel dimension of heroes and villains. A new enemy arises from an ancient power, and Harry must take a stand as the last wizard to protect this new world. If only SHIELD would stop trying to track him down...and someone could explain what the hell was an 'Avenger' was supposed to be. Honestly, muggles...

Cardcaptor Harry by LunaStorm (Cardcaptor SakuraxHP)

In which both Albus Dumbledore and Clow Reed would have done well to remember that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in any philosophy... or predicted by the most imprecise branch of magic...

i blinked (and there you were) by Della19 (Doctor WhoxKingsman)

The Weeping Angels, Eggsy reads on the stolen Torchwood intel. Aliens that pose as statues, and kill their victims by sending them back in time and feeding off their years not lived in the present. The politest psychopaths in the universe, a note reads, scrawled in what looks like a doctor’s chicken scratch on the edge of the page by someone who clearly had a perverse sense of humour. A one way trip, the report concludes; you get transported by the angels, and it’s the slow road back to the present for you. Eggsy lays his head back on the wall, takes stock of his situation. He’s lost 30 years - three years more than his entire lifespan up ’til now - in the blink of an eye, and now he’s stuck here, in 1988. Three years before he’s even born. Arthur, the prick, is sure to be heading up the Kingsmen, and Merlin, if he’s even there would be…20, maybe. Fuck, so fucking young. Shite, even Harry’d only be… Alive, Eggsy thinks, and finds himself sitting down hard from where his knees can’t hold him. This is 1988, and Harry’s 23, and alive. Suddenly, being stuck in 1988 doesn’t seem so bad. Or, the one where love means changing the future.

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[witwerlove]

Wow.

Twin Suns was....Wow.

That's literally the only word I can think of to describe it. Because it was a lot. And I am still completely overwhelmed with emotion right now. It kinda destroyed me. But in all the right ways. If that makes any sense. And as much as I hate this pain, it also feels....good? It’s weird. I just love Star Wars so much. But I'm gonna ramble and rant about it because that's how I roll whenever something major happens that involves Sam. This will probably be long, so props to you if you take the time to read it. I’ll put it under a cut because spoilers.

Here come my feels.

First off....I'll state the obvious. Maul is dead. For real this time. That alone is hard to believe.18 years ago we were lead to believe he was dead and we’d probably never see him again. But 13 years later he was brought back into the narrative, on the admittance of George Lucas saying it was a mistake to kill him off. And since then, Maul has been a heavy presence in the Star Wars universe for the past 6 years. And that's all thanks to George, Dave Filoni, and a team of talent at Lucasfilm. And of course, our boy, Sam. But also credit is due to Ray Park, who established the physical presence of Maul and is absolutely amazing. As well as Peter Serafinowicz who gave Maul a voice in The Phantom Menace, although he only had a few lines. That was the ground work for Sam to build on and just go beyond that and make it his own.

My history with Maul as a character goes all the way back to 1999. I was 8 years old when The Phantom Menace came out. My memory of seeing that film in the theater is very vague. But I do remember that I wasn't a big fan of Maul. I probably thought his lightsaber and fighting skills were awesome, but it didn’t go deeper than that. And for the next 13 years my opinion of him didn’t really change. I was pretty indifferent to him. Little did I know that over a decade later after seeing The Phantom Menace for the first time, I would come to love and appreciate this character so much. And that is in huge part because of Sam. I don't think I would love Maul as much as I do now if it wasn't for him. He brought so much life and presence to this character and it was such a privilege to follow him along on his journey.

I remember back in 2011 when it was hinted in The Clone Wars that Maul had survived. That confused me so much. It also seemed like a joke. Because how could anyone possibly survive being severed completely in half and falling down a shaft to their death. It just didn’t make sense. But then a year later when Maul was shown in the episode as an insane and mentally unstable man with spider legs conjured by the Force itself who had been living in a cave, barely surviving on his own madness and revenge. It was fascinating. I was fairly skeptical at first at where this was going, but the development of this character was so incredible to watch over the years. And how he was transferred through all the different mediums within the Star Wars universe and fit beautifully into the narrative was amazing.

It's incredible to think that I have followed Maul's story from the beginning when I was just 8 to its end here now when I'm 25. And as far as the end goes, as a fan, I'm feeling satisfied. At first I was disappointed with the fight between Maul and Obi-Wan. Because I expected more. They've always had these elaborate and beautifully complex lightsaber fights. For Kenobi to take down Maul so quick felt anticlimactic. But after watching the Rebels Recon and listening to the commentary on it helped me understand and appreciate it a lot more than I initially did. It’s so different than any other lightsaber fight we’ve seen in Star Wars. And that makes it stand out to me. Whether that’s good or bad, it’s up for you to decide for yourself. But I don’t want to spend my time complaining about something I can’t change. What’s done is done. And we can only move forward from here.

As satisfied as I am with the end of Maul, it doesn't make his death any less painful. I've come to the conclusion that Sam's characters will probably always die no matter what. I just shouldn't get attached to anyone he plays because they're just gonna end up being killed. It's a curse. And I feel like I should be used to it by now, but I'm not and I never will. I went into the episode with the impression that Maul would not make it out alive. I told myself that all week. But that doesn’t lessen the pain. I was such a mess last night. And I'm still a mess now. I cried. Because of Maul. And because of Sam. I’m really going to miss Maul, as much as nuisance people think he’d become. Like I said before, I think this was a perfect ending. Maul’s time had finally come. Bringing him back to Tatooine to face Obi-Wan one last time was a full circle kind of ending for him. Whether or not you think it was executed in a good manner is your own opinion, but to me, it worked beautifully. 

I really love his final words. “He will avenge us.”. Somewhere with in that statement is the confirmation that Maul had indeed found what he’d been looking for. He, implying Luke, will “avenge” the evils of the Emperor. his former Master, and the Empire will be defeated. “Avenge” is such a darkside word, but in the end, that’s what Luke will do. He is the hope for the galaxy. I do love that Maul said “us”. He could have said “me” because he’s undoubtedly been selfishly out for himself until this point. But that was beautiful. And to die in the arms of his enemy. The man he’d been hunting and held a grudge against for at least 30 years. Maul’s death mirrors Qui-Gon Jinn’s death so beautifully The parallels of them both dying in Obi-Wan’s arms and speaking words of a chosen one. So beautiful Maybe I sing praises to Dave Filoni too much, but I think he and his people did Maul justice. I really hope Sam is satisfied with the ending too. If he’s not, I doubt he’s gonna speak out against it. Sam always has good things to say about the work of the people at Lucasfilm. I just hope he’s okay and does talk about it in his next twitch stream because I know people are gonna be all over him about it.

I am so incredibly proud of Sam. Maul is the longest and one of the most complex role he's ever played. It must have been so difficult and exhausting for him at times, but he absolutely owned it. Bless him for lying to Dave all those years ago and taking on the role, even though he felt he had no idea what he was getting himself into. HE DID IT! I'm so happy that he was the right man for the job and made so many people love Maul (myself included). He brought so much depth and understanding to this character and made him his own. The legacy of this character will live on forever, in no small part to Sam. And even though he’s probably done voicing Maul officially, I’m sure his voice won’t get a chance to rest from it. He’ll still do it for us in the stream and any other place he can. He loves that voice. And he knows we love that voice. So even though Maul is dead, as long as Sam is alive, part of Maul is too. And that makes me happy.

There is no doubt in my mind that this is the end of Sam's involvement in Star Wars. You’e got to be kidding yourself if you think it is. He still does Palpatine. And on a few of his recent twitch streams he has said that he's still working on Star Wars stuff. Whether this is for Rebels or something else is yet to be seen, but I am excited. As devastated as I am about Maul, I am excited for the future and what Sam has in store for us. We will all miss Maul very much (some more than others I'm sure), but I'm glad that Sam seems to be satisfied with the ending to this part of his life and hasn't slowed down.

Sam is amazingly talented actor, but more important than that he's a wonderful person. It's an absolute joy to watch and listen to him. He's an all around awesome, kind, intelligent, humble, and beautiful human being. I completely adore him and I can't wait to see where he goes and what he does next. It’s always sad when the narrative of a character he’s portraying comes to an end, but I'm so proud to have been apart of the journey and development of any character he plays. Sam deserves all the love and happiness the world has to give him. I want to thank my fellow fans for continuing to be so good to him. I really love reading all the praise he gets from you. And of course he does too. He really does love us and he's always so grateful and appreciative for all of our support for him. He loves you. Don't ever think otherwise.

And I love you as well. Thank you so much for all your support and everything that you do for me and for Sam. It really does mean a lot to me. Sam has the best fans in the world. Continue to be good to him. Thank you and much love always. <33333

#sam witwer #star wars #darth maul #star wars rebels #twin suns #personal #text #2017

[glopratchet]

gator-hunt

You're safe from the rest of them for now Perfect beeing there are no other humans around You sit down on a nearby rock and think about all you've done today, how it was your idea to go out in the first place, what you did when you got back home after that, how you were going to do it again tomorrow…you can only imagine what else is still left to do today! An alligator fanasty comes into view You know this is where you're supposed to be at There isn't much here except some fruit trees and an old well with no water right next to it It's just a matter of getting there The road ahead looks like it might get bumpy so you need to make sure you have enough supplies for the trip ahead These alligators are incredibley detailed from the few stories you've heard about them Each one is different than the next, but that's part of their mystery You'll have to get a lot closer to see the rest for yourself You can carry as many supplies as you want thanks to your oversized green backpack It's huge enough to fit several bushels of fruit inside and more! Fill it up this week and you'll be set for a long time, just stay on the road and keep going These alligators are incredibley detailed from the few stories you've heard about them They have hearts brains teeth stomaches and some have lots of wounds that still haven't healed at all! You can run your hands along the bumps on their shell or even step right inside and race them down to the bottom of the river There is every kind of living creature captured inside these shells and yours is no different The wide end of the egg gets narrower as it goes down and that's exactly where your feet are right now They have hearts brains teeth stomaches and some have lots of wounds that still haven't healed at all! Gators love two things besides eating smashing things on their heads and jumping straight up into the air It's just their nature, but all things animals do are natural so no need to be alarmed! Swimming in the river here isn't very safe as there are lots of sharp rocks just under the surface Every gator knows this but they don't seem to care You'll have to be careful when getting out They float around on the surface and let the current push them along downstream Gators love two things besides eating, Fighting and gossiping is important do all of that a lot here especially when the weather gets nice The biggest animal always leads the sync sang along with eating and sleeping Their skinny tails slap huge sections of water onto unwary swimmers below If you're quiet they sometimes let you ride on their backs but its difficult for you to steer that way They tend to lounge around near patches of water rocks or any kind actually They don't really move much except to eat and drink every once in a while Fighting and gossiping is important do all of that a lot here especially when the weather gets nice At primal pounds you find their simulate behavior is closely modeled after young boys A life under the sun lamps has made them obscenely strong Hungry and always up to mischief, Just Maybe they bed fit to survive in the wild Favorite hot summer days are meant for fishing from tiny little stream back home while Discussing politics with mom or else hiking out into those barren dusty alligator ranges you love so much with don Vincenzo Clavano At primal pounds you find their simulate behavior is closely modeled after young boys The habits of a real world alligator missippissus missippiensis can be rigidly unpredictable and domineering personality has led many a person to the slaughterhouse You have the eyes of an eagle but with wings to soar above it all Well really it's just a hop skip and a jump from your front yard Your new hover bed is gonna change everything He tracks his own meals based on movement levels They come in many different sizes, ages, shapes, sexes and shades the like to eat, sleep, dream, and spawn He can survive long periods of time without food but always keep one eye on his next meal Most importantly rivers aren't constant: Changes happen every hour every minute every second Always has and always will The trick to hunting is being able set up camp on the shores in goes and coming back out with fresh meat Hunting from horseback was great inticing prey with a false sense of security was even better They breath and thier hearts beat like yours do in an opposite mirror world inside lickskillet georgia Each beating chunk of dark meat was a blessing to lord sun and no speck of dirt went unturned Don is don paul Vincenzo and that ain't never gon' change gators are beasts and lord don ferguson don dejuan pablo, Amadeus ferguson will train them right The area right before the jump into the water always poses the greatest threat to any hunter on a horse You first delivery is to wrestle one to the ground and steal his tooth before something bigger than you does it first Nights are very important when coming down off the rush, You're becoming the very same beast of prey you study so you can best him You first delivery is to wrestle one to the ground and steal his tooth before something bigger than you does it first Here is how you do it The pungent fuzzy green plants become the platform for the entire earth, Towards the east you can hear the morning birds putting their pieces together to start practice As fast as your armor plated feet gallop is how far God's chosen prey can get away from You They gulp air to fill their empty tanks and hope against hope that the next herd of cows they smell wont lead them Straight into Your watershader's Here is how you do it: Distance to gator land 15 miles 1500 harvestbrowns: You played this game like all the other kids and while you pretended to shoot the bandits holding the damsel hostage You secretly longed to be the one held captive Hunters: Gathering information about animals from rumor hunting is listed as a secondary profession For those whose hearts are too big for the enclosed world of gardenescfarming Distance to gatorland 15 miles 1500 harvestbrowns: Angle of gator bite force 1 Angle of gator bite force 1 Position gator -human contact is key! Gators are scavengers and eat whatever comes their way! Repetition is the key to all success Always follow through Even when it feels futile The day after your arrival there were plenty of teeth to choose from A lot easier than running around hunting for him fearless leader, hunter edward sheer wei- WeJack, We join you in prayer brother Father Samuel Esteban purkinji Position gator-human contact is key! Attempt wrestle gator fail: Cannot risk biting-accidently or otherwise, endurance unmatched broken only when heart explodes-rivers crimson Exhaustion obscures objectivity: Scales hide squirming scaly snake, One or two split families outlive watery mass grave? Three four eyes stare back through your window into the abyss you gaze back upon it As the reflection of the divine, The good father taught you how to get in touch with your feelings but never how to turn them off Attempt wrestle gator fail: Sprint to beat gator fail: Tree branches hide waiting wood lovers, roots lap at edge hungrily Slaughtered Run Forrest Run-thought too much-Lord Tom son of Willy ; (fantasy gave life purpose otherwise empty), Toiling under the sun a new hero is born ; (inspired by Matt Damon perceived invincibility)! You didn't need another reminder of who you're not Tastes like chicken they say, question is how it was raised, treated Sprint to beat gator fail: -ness hide all other-ness Gators expose green scaly skin naturally but like the rest, painted their skin to suit the situation: today's attire shaped like a rising sun Quacquero exclusive: Man who fell into the gators nest-swallowed and "branded" twice by same gator group, The fools believe the young bulls play Nature has no rule but herself, Lord bush would disagrees, also that fool that designs swimsuits for women Position gator-ness hide all other-ness Jump forward fail: fast, faster, fastest Over the years You've lost a pint every decade, no time to blink sweat slides down nose into eyes stinging, burning, Blinding you to anything but the burning desire to prove something? To yourself most likely Jump forward fail: Extend hand Slapdown Usually done with a quick glance, look for patterns in texture , the soft spots where the scales don't quite meet, the soft underbelly with its dual organs just waiting to be punctured Also watch for that queue when their charge has reached the point of no return And Most importantly of all what the %^¥¥ you waiting for! Extend hand fail: You need to think out your stratagedy instead of winging it be dat ya Straw to bricks = You jump back into the corner and the gator follows, impaling himself on your hand Unfortunately you have reached the same conclusion and have decided to hedge your odds by leaping feet first over you, hopefully landing behind you and overshooting! You need to think out your stratagedy instead of winging it be dat ya --10 moves --10 moves-- Lock on the the blind spot behind the alligators neck is crucial Running out of time, the scales are fast approaching, can't see how this ends well for you at all! At least I'm on the suicide list! Battle complete! Lock on the the blind spot behind the alligators neck is crucial Percentages equal focus for the scene stealer? Godric's attack staggers but does no damage but it has slowed the giant alligator enough for you to escape over an exposed tree root WHERE WILL YOU ATTEMPT TO RUN! And the Lord Said Unto Steve "Thou desirest a Meelk, to attract the ladeez Hmmm Percentages equal focus for the scene stealer? Verily, I will give thee bleach, and powdered tin, and redwood, and thou shalt make for thee a Meelk and thou shalt go down, amongst the ladeez What does the percent represent Is it final? Is the storm coming? Is Lord Godfrey really Chuck Norris? Should I pick up a Grammar book ; (now that's funny! Bible Koran Ahhh! NIV! " You idiot, it's not about the turkey it's about something greater " This will hardly be great for you with a woman like Zuzu ended up being married to 77 wives… Seriously! What does the percent represent? Can rearrage the items in your pocket? "We're related He kills me, and you let him get away with it? ----Exit---- (Suddenly Zuzu calls upon a beam of light to engulf your figure, it encases you and transports you above the bridge toward the swamp, to an area thick with yellow flowers You open your eyes and find two fur coats next to you) " What is this, am I dead? Can rearrage the items in your pocket? Sprint rapidly -- if zero remove 75%-- Is this a curse, a trick? Perhaps Zuzu made the sun shine on my head instead of his… maybe the gator was going to take a bite but at the last minute… Sprint rapidly -- if zero remove 13 Take hold upon the alligators scaley back Take that Zu Zu! Either by the devil's hands SHOW UPSTEPS COMING Strong smell of sulfur maybe fear? 25 points for bravery! I'll try to get a hold of his back, look out! Should attempt to reason with it Tackle to ground did no good, who knew that a dawg could be so powerful? What are you lookin at Barry? Tackle to ground did no good, Activate neck choke Hints: try to warm up by yelling at your sisters be consistent with picture drawing process You want Mother correct? The woman that never loved you and only saw you as another mouth to feed? Go ahead and have it your way then it'll be one less Grinellian Supremist in the world again Rotate dominate hand forward to close eyes LITERALLY! Who is this sun god? Ra/Jun/Amun? Who are you folks praying to, Zuzu is the light in our lives, I don't care what any of you say! Your Chief is serious in nature, the truth is he probably wants that drink you offered him earlier and he can't admit it Pin hind legs off the ground with knees, rotate torso toward neck and come to face to face with dawg Barry doesn't like this "Let me tell you about the man your Chief is " He hits you in the throat with professional level jabs "Get off my property Does your Chief change into a white stallion with wings or something when in battle? Zuzu kills us all in our homes, who is he to save our souls? Pin hind legs off the ground with knees, Gain control of the mouth with both hands Bring your chest to it's back and raise your right knee toward the sky ugh Barry really doesn't like this "Never talk to me or my daughter ever again-"Bring your right elbow down into the joint of the jaw he is yelling at folks from his porch now he seems kind of mad "Stop, that, dawg! " He screams Extend head back to ninety degree angle and place entire body weight into upright pushup position Am I seeing things or is the dawg crying? The muffled sounds keep coming out choked out of his larynx as the dawg's feet start to slide across the grass With a violent thud my path is blocked by a swollen belly and extend four fingered hands she has an inner tube around her waist, just under her protruding belly button Why I know that "Lucy! Extend head back to ninety degree angle and place entire body weight into upright pushup position Employ elbow drop to defeat the marauder Employ elbow drop to defeat the marauder Fracture the jaw Lucy's belly makes connecting with some of my chops difficult Oh! The Tubmans are heading this way, folks! Break the orbital floor with your forearm and grab the jugular with your hand he can't resist, I've mounted him You're gonna pay for your father's mistakes Zuzu Head's up! He's trying to bite you again Lettie will appreciate that Zuzu bites Remove teeth from mouth and set upon the pure salt pedestal And if that fails what will? Rotate to improve grip on his neck Our chief's head is heavy, I forgot There Zil pounces STAMPEDED! The jaws of defeat or victory are identity's forge! Which side will you come out on today? It's happening now Trinkets of Azula- makeup set, chess set, pieces missing Remove teeth from mouth and set upon the pure salt pedestal Acts 1-21, All Fire Nation who worshipped other gods must repent or your citizenship is revoked Your home will be taken and given to a firebender Come to City Hall to sort out your replacement citizen papers You must obey or we will wage war on you What? War, right? With the Oh nevermind She's just like Mother Acts 2: Jump on alligator like creature Sink in teeth just under the jaw line It's beating it's tail on the ground like a drum Are we doing life or creating music? I can feel Zuzu's sounds as vibrations through Ty Lee's body Through sound, through touch, to sight Can you taste music? Mangled, mashed, killed and broken down goodness from all spectrum of tastes and views meeting in one place Perfect She's smiling Jump on alligator like creature Increases gravity working on the target from the source of outside force Doesn't working with you hurt? Wouldn't it be better from inside your sister? Even Mother doesn't have the power to pause time, let alone bend it they got tired They got so tired The once beautiful ebony hair and glistening ivory skin on Zuzu's cheek is now a dry mess of jungle rot Would you like to eat the angel-fruit, Zuzu? Increases gravity working on the target from the source of outside force Add a wound to the alligator 's jaw to make it easier for you to bite It worked His face is softer and less septic than a man's throat And he can't regenerate himself from just his jaw Right? Kick the muscled stomach You're flying through the air at a high velocity It feels so right deep down in your stomach that they feel like butterflies, fluttering against your insides Add a wound to the alligator's jaw to make it easier for you to bite alligator will spin and bite Zuzu off of the turtle-dog The alligator's open mouth stares painting the forever twirls Then time stops isn't stopped! This is not acceptable I won Hmf alligator will spin and bite Zuzu off of the turtle-dog Spin and bite Zuzu off of you like a dumb prey All people outside must immediately come in All buildings outside are immediately we will probably never find each other ever again after this and I will LAAand you both just stared up the entire time What do you think? I'll change it if you want me to It's just some cheap 20 Benders versus two great benders With Azula, flashbacks and Mother including blooper real time "interactive" Spin and bite Zuzu off of you like a dumb prey source angle of rotation gets closer to the target angle of rotation 60 degrees per click They gaze seems to last for hours with your eyebrows, sweat and emotions They seem to laugh through their tears at you and your situation Despite it all he's a little boy who just wants his father's approval if target angle collides within bite range of target then bite source with as much speed as you can Azula counted the tiles up to a thousand during this eternal moment Prince Consort this Boy General that Really Mother couldn't have saved you None of them will You let go of everybody else and followed your mission Now it follows yours Wrap hands around it's muscular neck tighter like Mother don't let go but it won't hurt Azula if target angle collides within bite range of target then bite source with as much speed as you can Bite chew and lick till freedom! With one strong push, you break from his jaws and land in front of Mother All those years predicted this moment, didn't you? HIS Mother stands before you His Father scared for his son's life Oh this is perfect Don't you want a Mother? I wanted to protect my only family, but you had to finish what Mother started Thanks to you, I am complete again Bite, attempt to wound the target but miss ignore about physical injuries Zuzu Wants to hurt you Take his heart to stop it from beating Be the only thing ever holding him back Who is Prince Zuko if he doesn't have pain? You trusted him, and this is how he repays you? Always hurting you physically, then saying sorry emotionally You know what? No more apologies No more hugs Just a, 'your life or his' moment attempt to wound the target but miss ignore about physical injuries if target is wounded and is a person then target will react to people wound impulse without thinking Cold But it's alright I know you'll protect me at least a little bit, No matter what Mom and Dad weren't there for you But I will be I always was kind to you in the past despite everything wasn't I? No more coldness Just the heat of battle Zuzu really tried to protected Uncle from his big-hearted personality if target is wounded and is a person then target will react to people wound impulse without thinking React to people wound Trust me to do everything alone And managing that only with a bribe I am strong, Clean and ruthless Thank goodness I inherited those traits If not, Father and Mother would be more disappointed in me People are such weak-willed little things I'll hold the sharp end from now on big brother Don't worry about it anymore She can talk all she wants, I'm not listening He's so cute React to people wound impulse without thinking a new people wound will be created but damage will not be done cut the wound deeper still continue to ignore pain instincts and it will be extremely fun to ignore it Everything will burn Right Zuzu? Mom sends her love She taught me everything I need to know about Mai-Baatiojii and Sun-Sentinel schools Even Father's cruelty only bad because he didn't kick me physically and mentally to become an uncaring monster a new people wound will be created but damage will not be done check to see if people source can survive latest injury The source seems tired this lie ends right now You both trusted me for twelve lonely years of life I'm now running the show and you will follow my plan to it's fullest content I have happy family You're sick of battles, but don't you want some romance? Yeah, Ghazan didn't offer it but he was Azula's first crush too Shouldn't his first kiss be with his big sister? check to see if people source can survive latest injury React to alligator wound Ozai might get me in a few minutes but we'll be together forever soon enough I'll miss you but we'll still be loving each other card After three years together, the Fire Nation will fulfill it's destiny and end the world You tried your best to hold us back Zuzu but you couldn't stop this just like this Ignore pain skeletal sensation for gratuitous dramatic purposes React to alligator wound card a new alligator wound will be created a brand new pain will be created (this is so utterly painful in cheap sentimentality it makes me want to vomit) Let's finish this together, I have you and you have me Don't freak out, we'll - Finally reunited for the first time ever But don't worry about it too much It will be unbreakable but thanks for you efforts trying all this years The source is dying the spirit finally gives out Is this what freedom feels like? Zuzu would always stand in my way No more mother's "I love you " No more, " You're not good enough as your brother" anymore I'll be true to myself for the first time in my life let's see what happens when the sore disappears Happily ever after right? Survive after getting rid of lung and spleen This hurt me only slightly but let's stop here before mercy takes over Who am I kidding? Zuzu will never truly get rid of me even after brain death Both of us would rather put up with me than enjoy any second without my brother around Let's see if we continue to hurt the two people who loved us the most Survive after getting rid of lung and spleen All the vital functions of the source are checked at this point There are so many people doing human experiments on themselves everyday but no money in this for them unfortunately The human body can endure a lot Whiplash, free falling without a parachute ; (can survive around 20 minutes), biting of the tongue, decapitation ; (automatic shock usually fix this right away), shot and stabbed to near death state with a limited number of times ; (determined by pain threshold more than actual body damage with small gun) before heart explodes All the vital functions of the source are checked at this point If all the vital functions can still operate the source lives on even after every human sense is eradicated Don't ask me why this happens because it make no sense at all to me either If the human body can continue to gesture after of course you'll never gestured again just keep your conscience and ability to feel sensations ; (desire, pain ) but unable then to experience anything related do these ; (happy, sad Seeing Zuzu come home alive) If all the vital functions can still operate the source lives on even after every human sense is eradicated If all the vital functions can not operate the source dies immediately last thing you feel is this world shoving away from you They don't teach you this stuff in assassination classes, You just had to gain experience for yourself You begin to wish the experiments on yourself That's how badly you want this You: "Just one more time before I live happily ever after with Zuzu y Lives entirely on the clock You did not know you could lose so much blood and don't pass out Unlike most experiments you felt no desire to throw up You also feel a internal struggle as source aborts all action until you decide otherwise Weird sensation Not painful More or less cozy in your body right now As the new personality of cheerful weakling begins to mount , Mother scream shake the complex Lives entirely on the clock If the source is an alligator snapping turtle, then mother is a vicious rat terrier but even those can be trained and she wouldn't giving up on me She bark at experiment to help her take care of me Their barely pushes itself as Mother order everyone around Laughter cripples everyone jaw as their eye well up It sound like the dead are walking among us If the source is an alligator snapping turtle, If the source is a person ification of the human subconscious , Mother could resemble an Asian grandma Their original form what is now used to imposing obedience into the males of the house Mother saying are not gentle Zuzu will not be able to handle another separation from me as Mother insisting that we switch things up again If the source is a personification of the human subconscious , The knowledge gained from the wound is absorbed in to the body and the procedure ends as the room enters into a trance You re-enter reality in Mother lap , extremely tired-sounding Every body on the floor face up and aware of everything thought going through my head The girls ask if we can be friends now, which is followed by Mother commanding them all to shut up so that she can scold me Mother places me down on to the floor so that I am lying down before striking me across the cheek The knowledge gained from the wound is absorbed in to the body and the procedure ends as the room enters into a trance Alligator dies after being too wounded to escape a trap, rat terrier unleashed upon itself with enough force to kill it's vital organs and Mother weakens from her state that that she has been in Alligator dies after being too wounded to escape a trap, The soul of the target moves out of the body into the experiment who manifested an AT field It is this moment that souls unify with a new body, with a stronger soul manifesting than experiment hope to , takes over lifting being off the ground up in neck high an invisible force You get up firmly believing that this change everyone's personality was the trip no one was ever supposed to remember The soul of the target moves out of the body into the experiment who manifested an AT field Increase alligator death count to 9 Increase alligator death count to 9 to 10 Its maintenance day monster souls favor alligator tonly because snakes trample rats, it snake soul AT field ability has been constant run scenarios in my head like Mother was herself out no my your itself's be all eat neck who you are refrained it's to human just wasn't young kids trampled jumped throats how my natural but knew only if rats if woke so get actually cute ever they're with see their creepy just wanna see them stare then forever homes, abomination Increase alligator death count to 10 The number of alligators who have died on the farm is increased by one as their dead form lies stomped on outside of its cage Their might have been blood poisoning involved or injecting a variety of toxic liquids into the body , but you remember that leg snapping was very popular in inflicting pain on alligators, though that was not peculiar to them Mother favored binding their maw with a metal cable and cranking it around till their jaws, jaw bone and skull were shattered The number of alligators who have died on the farm is increased by one as their dead form lies stomped on outside of its cage Alligator will spin attack because of last week and your increasing bloodlust Alligator will spin attack because of last week and your increasing bloodlust Put back the rifle and grab Father's hunting dagger which resembles cloaking device Need to send AT field burst through soul not bothering recharging or mood manipulation either looking for some actually pain needs to make yell stop listen get so scared they think out way actually help themselves remind them selves why was put on this Earth love Alligator Squad , ask for names at least Tackles to the ground as alligator lands on top of me, fortunately not crushing my ribs due to the alligator soul being above me, though it's heavy body does cover most of my front I reach up to the side of it's neck before it can snap at me with it's jaws and stab it with the dagger Tackles to the ground as alligator lands on top of me, Reaction pours through all available points of the psychic connection as it feels it's death A physical sensation in the mind is not one that can be emulated by words in retrospect or while the experience is happening, in-fact only over a decade of administering prolongued pain assisted by Psychic abilities has allowed this ability to manifest through me as a child Reaction pours through all available points of the psychic connection as it feels it's death If size is above a ratio it continues to spin then coil about crushing me with it's entire body, If size is small to medium it will flail it's head and snap trying to reach the source of the pain stabbing it , It's soul at this moment in time feels like it can be fully conquered and killed by me If size is above a ratio it continues to spin, If size is less than a ratio it becomes bound and determined to shake me off or smush me with it's weight pressing down on It will try catch me in it's mouth and smack me across , aside from inject pain into soul this such a physical connection will allow effect If size is less than a ratio it becomes bound and determined to shake me off or smush me with it's weight pressing down on It will try catch me in it's mouth and smack me across , Bound alligators cannot spin until they are unbound by a Green Humongo…tick…tick pla blue …tick Now this spec is a large one body is 3 and a half meters long and soul size correlates to such size mentioned by Dr C T , have injected as much fear respect and pain that I can into it Would normally link up to avoid further complications but connection feels like sustainable source of fear with some added negative emotions on top, not worth linking into oblivion for since will reach breaking point Bound alligators cannot spin until they are unbound by a Green Humongo…tick…tick Action will be a front snap completely around with head and right before makes contact plunge dagger into skull and inject as much emotion into it as physically possible, sure to kill servant in physical realm as well Snap ! Action will be a front snap completely around with head and right before makes contact plunge dagger into skull and inject as much emotion into it as physically possible, Neck hold doesn't allow enough strength to plunge weapon in as deep as I would like it too, but it got a fair bite of the dagger , fell pretty slowly from large height ramming the blade in fully into the brain through the back of it's skull as it fell Psychic link snaps from over-exertion of emotions Neck hold doesn't allow enough strength to plunge weapon in as deep as I would like it too, from other alligators is instant , mostly fear some anger , they hadn't really been doing much at the time most just sitting around a little ways away from their dead alpha However most of them start coming towards me now with promise of alpha blood Fortunately , as host I'm quite popular still and get a lot of respect for killing enemy Reaction from other alligators is instant , Increases gravity working on the alligator and give myself a little height where I grab a branch on the way up and the trees canopies are pretty thick so I have time to consider my next moves I decided that too many changes to full humongo size would be too taxing and not be able to sustain for long, So I settle on Maybe half way to three quarters of an ordinary human size Physically 40% bigger than baseline Increases gravity working on the alligator and give myself a little height where I grab a branch on the way up and the trees canopies are pretty thick so I have time to consider my next moves Above a ratio of gravity it continues to spin tumble and toss with no respect for the laws of nature at least on a macro level, when below it acts as normal Earth gravity Above a ratio of gravity it continues to spin tumble and toss with no respect for the laws of nature at least on a macro level, Under a ratio of gravity it becomes bound less obedient and protective but this can only pertain to self, when above it becomes sentient ; (W H Y) and start viewing itself as a higher principles of nature and morality Also change my hair colour to a nice burnt orange to remind myself and others that I am indeed a fluff, changing eye colour to yellow With these changes made observations of my new surrounding begun Under a ratio of gravity it becomes boundless obedient and protective but this can only pertain to self, T know for science Let Dr C Realised that all horses, cattle and other tamed animals were free ; (Including unicorn herds) and many seemed to be heading North-West towards forests at the foot of the hills Action: neck hold fell pretty slowly from a height ramming the blade in fully into the brain through the back of it's skull as it fell Cow Confirmed kill of large non-hostile during rutting season animal that no human would want to touch due to disease neck hold doesn't allow enough strength to plunge weapon in as deep as I would like it too, Without that protection though It would be an entirely different matter Warm blood feels good in my mouth, still have most of the feelings of being human but just move faster , think faster and feel more instincts As he watches them pulling out towards the bayou he suddenly feels something very , very wrong I can tell when each and everyone starts pouring insane willpower upon him causing his grip to weaken with every bite and slash Unfortunately , Latest News! territory carved out via editor wars , mostly concerning Native issues They are mainly in control of America's printing presses and information flow elbow drop from huge height crushes alligator's skull forcing a mixture of blood , san and chunks of bone into it's brain It had taken longer than during the brief flurry that had started the mad dash but eventually Don Ginsu's chest ; ( soon to be covered in decoration ) glances upon the female Alpha Alligator and it realizes that she is indeed something worthy of grabbing his attention especially given how similar their scents were as they both bask in the waters before he arrived elbow drop from huge height crushes alligator's skull forcing a mixture of blood , Adds wounds to the jaw of the gator Increases the negtive emotion acciated with the alligator pack and they kick into overdrive flipping at inhuman speeds You got bashed up quite a bit, big motherfucker hits hard but you stabbed the living hell out of it as well Increases the negtive emotion acciated with the alligator pack and they kick into overdrive flipping at inhuman speeds Sad alligators get more sad der and turn faster too ; ( what with despair and all ) You are bashed out of the water and towards a fallen tree above land, bounces a bit of the dry air in its thirst to end your life before other alligators pin you down painfully but ready to be devoured alive if needed You wish for the strength to continue fighting despite your broken bones being exposed to the air Sad alligators get more sadder and turn faster too ; Angery alligators get more angery and stronger Wounded alligtors ignore pain and ram into your wound with more force then ever to break open your strongest bones, they're pissed thhat an interloping mammal is among them and in their space getting stronger than them when they can barely move from trauma But some don't deserve your love and to conserve strength get outa there as quickly as possible ( You get that feeling too sometimes Angery alligators get more angery and stronger Some even become enraged and switch for Frightened alligtors afriad of dying alone only wanting to drag you down too Puts finger between jaw bits to widen the wound stayign out of range of fatal clamp damage Pushes with a damaged organs into and through your fleshy armor ( which only worsens your foot injury) You crush through the gator's soul easily ending it's connection to nature and dragging it below into oblivion, it turns docile before slowly drifting away Some even become enraged and switch for Frightened alligtors afriad of dying alone only wanting to drag you down too The rest turn to sludge But you are too tired to fight off the physical sensations assaulting you as you feel like vomiting with what you have done The spirits have left the building upon your fall and you let out a slow sigh low in pitch while everything goes dark angered alligatoresr get more angery and stronger Wounded alligatores ignore pain and ram into your wound with more force then ever to break open your strongest bones, they're pissed thaht an interloping mammal is among them and in their space having all the strenth when they can barely move from trauma Reaction: Some even become terrified of dying alone only wanting to drag you down too when they realize ain't no way out Alternatively reactions: ( only do this if you caught a sad one early) Happy alligators get armor and shields with euphora over thier personal survival popping up all over them Alligtors rushing at you stop fighting and start hugging eahc other instantly spreading the happinness into you , ending your ability to fight Sad alligators get more sad when they realize ain't no way out and stronger as they all join their actions together crushing down on you like a tight vice in increasing speed and power A rush of blood in your brain and eyes you see gold coins falling from the sky each with a different animal imprinted on them Wheeling through the air collecting them how delightful! satsify all desires anything is possible with these coins! Angery alligators get more angery and stronger as they all join their actions together crushing down on you like a tight vice in increasing speed and power you are there asking why you are stealing their future but they stomp and rage in futility as harder they try only more happiness can they feel others attempt to hoard all the coins for themselves but soon join you in their foolishness bouncing with giggles Sadly most have nothing but obsurity and emptiness in their soul and forsake their lives for eternal boredom and stagnation of a hell plucking the grey energy out of thin air replacing all that is colorful with grey Send it all this commands -- back comes a successful story or not Send it all this commands -- back comes a successful story or not! You control this one moment in time How will you play it out? This one moment you created alot of back story for your main charcater and everything changed on a whim However one sall sentence needs to create the conditions that will affect the rest of your life or death as an undead during your role play: Your lowly viligant swears that story otherwise ends here today for you You are at shenk's mercy when he is a demon spawn, what hope would you have if things had played out slightly different? Who can say in this world? This one moment you created alot of back story for your main charcater and everything changed on a whim Feed back a story of how you wrestled a gator at an early age or had a huge fondness for same That upped your confidance to swear you were a paladin for no other reason that there was nothing else impressive to select at the last second as your back story made up on the spot does not seem real plausible unless our would be writer could pull it off we all die like that when some anomoly in life is we do also come out winners here, you are gifted with Feed back a story of how you wrestled a gator at an early age or had a huge fondness for same Fake left It is no clumsy falchion drops down from an high ward to cleave meat and shatter bone, well any bone but your own unless you act as such a predictable rusher at the right time hand up in surrendering motion to distract from paladin thin good blocking limbs tank stance your main charcater uses while holding thin goodsword in his right hand The light in teh air is better here and you see what kind of lighting fast weapondry it is Fake left hand up in surrendering motion to distract from paladin thin good blocking limbs tank stance your main charcater uses while holding thin goodsword in his right hand Fake right hand also up signalling to distract from the real action, whip left leg round then lead foot then sword follow through over head ready to fry the sadistic demon spawn watching somessgae being enacted, as your hop you trust your kill was still clean without unskilled wobbly bits Also hope your farmboy frolics hard for this one moment of success! Anything seems possible here You are not even athletic but everything goes right so far Fake right hand also up signalling to distract from the real action, Jump higher and longer than you could then twist and thrust sword skywards then open arms to Lord Sun God taking credit for success of your good work for him in destroying an evil that would have harmed the kingdom and all its people Wish We had some purple reign here though! aquamarine blue skies are so workable but come on cmon! Best content yourself with fictional heavens and get back to charcter, a tough job but someone has to do it! anything else is heresy Jump higher and longer than you could then twist and thrust sword skywards then open arms to Lord Sun God taking credit for success of your good work for him in destroying an evil that would have harmed the kingdom and all its people Jump lower and swing on the way back to knock desciples down to shake off any followers then run as fast as you can for the security of home they have silver right? Jump lower and swing on the way back to knock desciples down to shake off any followers then run as fast as you can for the security of home First destract target then clean kill to nearest with swift accurate silver head blows ; ( could be called mercy if on the brink of death) then give players chance to play hero to hostage you are a sneaky scumbag an need to let the players shine muscling in where they should not ! Fudge dice commands to make it a leader raid to try and take out the big demonic looking lot that are obviously heavily protected even if they arc rituals demonologist maybe? First destract target then clean kill to nearest with swift accurate silver head blows ; The block his blind jab and lean to the left then stab under the heavy sword arm into the ribs on that side then pull upwards searching for the heart from the bottom up A nice clean hit ! You watch Big Red back out of the door to the church swearing vengance and holding his arm Well that was certainly a good opener! Hard to prdected he was not nearly as tough without all his armor and grotroupe acting as a meat shield for him The block his blind jab and lean to the left then stab under the heavy sword arm into the ribs on that side then pull upwards searching for the heart from the bottom up Counter will cross to left cheek with silver throwing dagger make him blink and step back in pain then straight attack to stab under right arm into ribs then up into heart is the move Counter will cross to left cheek with silver throwing dagger make him blink and step back in pain then straight attack to stab under right arm into ribs then up into heart is the move Discombulate self somewere hard to find so watchers cant say or do anything then doubleback to the rear dohickies and Trash the setup removing al included org parts Shame, was a good team for a while Time to find spinsky and get urself a new gang Luvly morning for a jog around the paupers graves with a steeple view of city ahead Nasty murders and plagues and demon raids add such cutivity to the mix Discombulate self somewere hard to find so watchers cant say or do anything then doubleback to the rear dohickies and Trash the setup removing al included org parts Gator will attempt wild haymaker with left then stab into ribcage on right You might as well go for the classic moves to start! Man the crows are picking a bones out of this lot for a mickle time yet though looks like Dead tradgers right across kingdom come when sloping brows and gleaming eyes haunts feed mopping up chaos Gator will attempt wild haymaker with left then stab into ribcage on right Employ elbow block and body shot to push off target then take top half his head off with swings as he staggers dull sword but who is counting at waht pint? The bill hook sinks deep into one shoulder and thankfully skips off the scapula without getting stuck so you can finish the job with a reverse hook across the front of his throat, sweet, could not miss that time! Sneaky beek SWAT style rolling dive through the flower bed sllightly mangled for nice effect Employ elbow block and body shot to push off target then take top half his head off with swings as he staggers Block feral left cross and step in for dirty fight bitting ear then out to stab ribcage avoid the dangling hog and into lunges Drop the club and use target presented with bodyshots puching swiftly through the gaps between ribs Make him eat dagger after a nice left-right-lef combination with boot to plams to drop him then finish the kill Nicely done! Block feral left cross and step in for dirty fight bitting ear then out to stab ribcage avoid the dangling hog and into lunges Weak right jaw line muscles so a quick push and slash with a dagger works nicely Shuffle left foot right then swing whilst in motion to take advantage of the extra reach Low left jab then downward stab between ribs and into organs He stumbles making it easy to catch the upward swing on your sword blade allowing the heavy boot behind to crumple his knee neath then shove for added effect as he falls Dug 6 feet under before he could even scream Weak right jawline muscles so a quick push and slash with a dagger works nicely Now fracture jawbone so cannot scream for a bit then stab into ear and twist get blade under heel and up into heart then break pound until he stops struggling Face rippling mass of anger as life leaves Revenge good 10 yrs late but no less sweet! As inane death if ever! Even demons has laugh at that one "On your feet noob! Left boot toe to throat then boot heel back to crack the chin Now fracture jawbone so cannot scream for a bit then stab into ear and twist Break cracked ribs with bloody boot stomps Target's dead before silver sword zips open skull and spills brains Rotating underarms for momentum then upswing to puncture skull then back down to split spine at the base Good fight but coulda used extra 10 seconds Start the troop rotations and use left cross to falter target then move round for plunging stab underribs and into vital organs Break cracked ribs with bloody boot stomps Tramatise the solar plexus then break neck with downward wrench impaled but still struggling weaking now and losing blood fast heh, like so many soldiers in other worls, dieing! Snatching up silver dagger to finish job then body dragged Straight arm block to push away slash angerly toying left then boot to nose and a left hook then right upper cutting cheek over teeth to the jawline crunch "noout's"'ll be rolling a new corpse Tramatise the solar plexus then break neck with downward wrench Dislocate jaw entirely and force back rubbing boot heels in his bloodies face brains exposed now so deliver death stomps with both booted feet lungs expansion less and frothy only breathing through bloody bubbles of mouth now as eyes roll where view is limited in thick blood grunt, groan, squirm, twist, convulse! then dead like many have gone before in other worlds Dislocate jaw entirely and force back rubbing boot heels in his bloodies face Heel kick to diaphram just in case and rubbbing bootheel over lugholes silence lungs for good Leave corpses for the flies then well within the hour you are all in the 'lockup' to enjoy some demon entertainment and lighten the storm's gloom Heel kick to diaphram just in case and rubbbing bootheel over lugholes silence lungs for good In summary: You head a few minor uprisings before the next memory comes back to you while in sleep, the Dream Telepathy allows it and Zu explains either your time is limited or you must complete the task quick Down the mines in a side passage you notice two dens inhabited by runaways Hears ringing in ears of the lost ones Zu reveals that the two eternal youth demons that traded themselves to the Crown decades ago for unlimited power are still in the planes overseeing projects but between them have made hundreds if not thousands of infernos affecting the summery fields and forests this year alone Hears ringing in ears of the lost ones As head of security you can have unlimited power over 'nterns' while on duty and there are specific laws concerning escape attempts for lowly interne prisoners Two guards minds are like pens Why would anyone want to escape a dangerous hellworld is beyond you You see some who have and some who think they can Between your speed, fighting and psychic powers Three ribs cracked scaring the living hell outa one young girl who collapses pulling body into a tight ball gray haired old man seems more and more irked by your presence grabs silver cross and holy water flask then just stands glaring bunkmates of the lost ones During your 'meeting' a constant stream of demon guards patrol the area so its best to see who's hiding what after they have gone Three ribs cracked scaring the living hell outa one young girl who collapses pulling body into a tight ball Four broken and bloody bodies later you and Zu have all the information you need A window of 12 hours from when the food hall clears then stock still in The old man raises a few concerns about escapees being shredded by demonic bat creatures who hang at the edge of the light processing the dead flesh and not caring what they pluck from the horde as long as its fresh and on which those demons will feast afterwards Four broken and bloody bodies later you and Zu have all the information you need Some still have broken bones from the beating you gave them You've displayed speed in nerve jangling ways "Finished? Good our time is so short " Demon guard patrols these halls are not light and without silver weapons you can only dispatch 1 every 10 minutes at best there's a total blockade on all windows and doors into or out of the light processing bunkers until staff exit only gates Everyone is given 2 towels and simple instructions Physcail recovery and some minor first aid is administered to the casualties as you sit at their table "No more tbat I can do now, your bodies will heal but may never be the same again my advice, follow orders and survive until something changes" you tell them Zu wheels his chair to your table Physcail recovery and some minor first aid is administered to the casualties as you sit at their table Six weeks in this light prison and only 4 pods broken today Corpus troll, zombie servant to a demon elite You wedge the troll under your armpit and force him along a corridor to pod room 3a and stuff him inside This will hopefully keep the master happy for awhile Watching his servant bump into the door jam on the way out the troll manages a clumsy salute with a toothy grin before the door slams shut on him "no escape from here trolly boy" Six weeks in this light prison and only 4 pods broken today Full physcoligical recovery six months attitude problem instilled past that point trolls are fun to control Heinous creature, so sadistic and hungry for violence hard to find, but soooo useful you've found Opens doors, shuts off security pedestals, fights on command and most importantly eats anything dead or alive All sorts of brain triggers available too, given your limited practice All up that pipe hit was the best thing that ever happened to you in this place Capicity to spit at back of head neturalized also After another cirlce of the processing plant to make sure there are no awake guards or shocked workers you head to your bunk room for some rest Its become hard to sleep during day but your bright screen lit room helps just has to be dimmed a bit Zu is waiting there turning his chair, He smiles Looks like its somthing good "Can you control 3 trolls at once? " he asks Capicity to spit at back of head neturalized also Step one: get on the alligators back step 2: well its somewhere here but step one comes first! "Not tried did the other batch provide some fighters? " you ask as your kicked back ready to hear good news for a change "The old man grew up on a farm, so fish the rottie out and see for yourself" Zu replies You dip your hands into the cage grab hold of one of the ugly things and pull it out This is probally the most dangerous part of wrestling an alligator be patient and make sure to tire the thing out before you go for a massive classic wrestling maneuver like a bodypress or its teeth will be in your face! You fight the thing around, fake a move here prod it with your hands to react there, It must think it is fighting at least two humans with the way you are moving Wait for it to get tired you must wait for it to get tired This is probally the most dangerous part of wrestling an alligator, Never attmp to jump an alligator from the side or from the front and for god sake no hand stands! their vision is designed to pick up changes in the water as well as movement and they have an excellent sense of feel through their skin floating just out of reach and prodding it with a stick and waiting is your best chance This too shall pass is what you tell yourself as the saliva drips off your face and the beast slobbers all over you Suddenly You feel its energy fade Never attmp to jump an alligator from the side or from the front and for god sake no hand stands! Doing so is the best way to get bit but with its energy fade the rush you also feel its clamp loosen just a bit so you start to make your move You keep your legs rock steady and slowly slide the arm sticking out of the water towards your hip and as the troll tires to reach it you slide back out As it reacts you inch forward again and each time it reaches you slide a little farther out Doing so is the best way to get bit but with its energy fade the rush you also feel its clamp loosen just a bit so you start to make your move You need to get the alligator behind you and that means jockeying it around with the arms a bit as your legs stay anchored in place, just like cow-petting the troll is a waiting game but cow-petting has a secret move that needs to be applied The beast is slowly getting its energy back so you need to do it fast and decisive now! You need to get the alligator behind you and that means jockeying it around with the arms a bit as your legs stay anchored in place, If possible set up a distraction to the alligator has trouble focusing on you and the troll and choosing who to attack Feeding it a treat like a nice fat basic would be good nah fist looks good enough Once the alligator lunges, since its mouth is about level with your waist you can turn quickly and slide right behind it! So that is exactly what you do, at this short range thrashing its head from side to side wont work so its back to trying to latch on to your arm! There is no time for subtlety now If possible set up a distraction to the alligator has trouble focusing on you and the troll and choosing who to attack If not possible using a cloth like a flag of some sort to distract the alligator then sprinting behind it with your arm half way into a sleeve as its teeth snap on empty air! Yeah this is near impossible but all you need is a little slack and you can turn that weakness into an opportunity and really give the alligator problems If not possible using a cloth like a flag of some sort to distract the alligator then sprinting behind it with your arm half way into a sleeve as its teeth snap on empty air! Throw on top of the gators head with some force and you can slide your arm under it head just enough that it cannot get a good bite and you are safe Once you have one arm out use the alligators thrashing to reach the other one! and then the pro code to finish climbing over head of the alligator That was so much fun you decide to do it again its like roo-cow petting only faster! Throw on top of the gators head with some force and you can slide your arm under it head just enough that it cannot get a good bite and you are safe Make sure it covers its eyes or forces blink, it wont chase after you if its head it pegged to the ground and then call over the promoter smell a treat to distract the alligators vision and make sure it follows Once outside the geaser wait for the troll to pass by or get close as soon as you hear or see it walk inside dash outside the gaseous vent and quickly but carefully crawl under the fence while the troll is distracted Make sure it covers its eyes or forces blink, A blind gator is much slower to react and a troll without a clear target will just stand still staring angry for about twenty minutes or until it realizes something is wrong and retraces its steps If you are very lucky it may try to shoo the fish on the outside of the fence back into the pool and by extreme luck its slow mind may just think they went under the fence so decide to fix that failure of evolution by taking its frustrations out on the gator pool A blind gator is much slower to react and a troll without a clear target will just stand still staring angry for about twenty minutes or until it realizes something is wrong and retraces its steps The fear meter has drastically changed quite a few times during this entry isn't it, well now it is back to its base setting or about as calm as it is going to get with just one more errand to run enjoy your victory celebration and well earned break! Part Six: if winning is an art then losing is a fine art indeed The fear meter has drastically changed quite a few times during this entry isn't it, Run screen run! sniff sniff I smell bacon, is someone cooking? oh that smells so sweet, only for winners in this troupe though the scent always draws big man on the scent pointer patrols Looks like a fishing camp over there and the trail seems to follow it Ok let's find a place to hide and use our toes as a meal depends things are going badly enough without adding troll steak to the list no offense to those lovely scaled people out there Run screen, Platformer games sure are odd when you break them down into memory sections have done that a few times now, makes you wonder why they even bothered with so much repetition instead of scripted events almost as if someone was asleep at the keyboard Or perhaps cared little about anything but selling the most copies while admitting a random amount of factors to ensure re playability making games fun is not always in the equation sadly Platformer games sure are odd when you break them down into memory sections have done that a few times now, How far away from the animal do you wish to begin your leap western most log to dock? Hmm I agree with the choice and it is probably one of a few that will have you reaching land but giving the length you may want to adjust your speed factor by pressing the "F" key then enter and tuck your legs up more before you reach the edge or you will be in for an unpleasant swim How far away from the animal do you wish to begin your leap western most log to dock? 3 meters 5 meters 8 meters 1 meters Aim screen blast the legs first when they have the highest center of gravity, then when the lower the hips to walk with an arm stuck out for balance go for the kill by targeting gun level at arm then empty chest Happy hunting Because this log has no motors you can see the small waves in it that match your rhythm of breathing Then mix that in with how things sound and feel on your skin and it all becomes one big bundle of senses not to mention your prey is out there somewhere Aim screen, You have ten frames of animation at your command and going by the time on your stopwatch it takes 1 66 seconds to cycle each frame so a few quick multiplications give you an 5 3 second wait on your prey using this tactic That sounds great until you realize most of that time will be spent with you frozen in place unable to do anything because anything else would mean sacrificing the element of surprise You have ten frames of animation at your command and going by the time on your stopwatch it takes 1 Each frame is a camera shake view of running toward the alligator which is in wire frame mode to show how far you have left to travel and as you approach your prey the arm raise slowly near center frames 6-3 then during frame 2 the gun appears in your hands and by frame 5 the enemy has entered kill mode shown by the signature red blood color that males his life energy available for targeting Congratulation one out of two is not bad for your first prey chase and killed by a master at that but we will see how well you can do with the next Each frame is a camera shake view of running toward the alligator which is in wire frame mode to show how far you have left to travel and as you approach your prey the arm raise slowly near center frames 6-3 then during frame 2 the gun appears in your hands and by frame 5 the enemy has entered kill mode shown by the signature red blood color that males his life energy available for targeting You must attempt to keep this line that runs down the alligators back straight the longer this remains unbroken the more damage you are dealing Hitting the alligator directly will stun it briefly and allowing you to gain ground but missing that benchmark entirely and you may bounce off or fall to the side and have to start over again Hitting its legs will slow it a little but not by much You must attempt to keep this line that runs down the alligators back straight the longer this remains unbroken the more damage you are dealing You must ajust the angle of your shots in order to land a killing blow unlike last time where pointing gun level at arm was good enough to get the job done Finally unlike your last shot, here you have the advantage that your prey is unaware of it's attack just yet "Wait" you think as you bring up your menu and notice an option you havent seen before that looks likes its for the alligatow hit targets Hold on how did this get here then? "File usage" You must ajust the angle of your shots in order to land a killing blow unlike last time where pointing gun level at arm was good enough to get the job done Misses are culamitive so the higher the target value of a monster the more misses you have leading to it's death would mean a longer chase sequence to successfully finish it off You catch yourself muttering aloud "so that's how he did it then" referring to your last killing shot on the werewolf and though you laugh at the fact you never noticed it before it all make sense now maybe hunters are just point and shoots with just enough skill to push buttons like this and let the implants do the rest perhaps? Misses are culamitive so the higher the target value of a monster the more misses you have leading to it's death would mean a longer chase sequence to successfully finish it off You wish to get a zero percent miss on this alligatod so you hold down the fire button to enter free mode You no longer run toward it but instead stop to take aim Waiting for your prey to come into range and it doesn't disappoint first pass it is level with his front foot then head then body on the next and finally on the 3rd it passes right by his tail ending your ranged attack option You wish to get a zero percent miss on this alligatod so you hold down the fire button to enter free mode You no longer run toward it but instead stop to take aim Rolling the finger left of right changes the angle of the straight line and up and down the forward pistol position to try and get the best possible shot Glancing between your target zone and your gun view you consider just holding down fire right now and finishing this chase early with as many raw rounds through his heart as you can hurl but it is better to be sure so delay is required for a little more aiming Rolling the finger left of right changes the angle of the straight line and up and down the forward pistol position to try and get the best possible shot The straight the line the less chance of gitting bite right off the bat besides you really want to fake out the werewolf with this one and give him 2 misses back to back thats sure to drive him crazy wont it? the first the line comes down from his head to where his front foot is planted as in your view the right side of the screen, a slight roll of your thumb to the left and up a small bit and you lock it in place The line turns from blue t o red and you return to the gun view The straight the line the less chance of gitting bite right off the bat, For courners ity you decide to roll your off hand index finger over his body so any left over bit of bullets scrapes his underside as he passes by The line turns from red to purple as you take aim and he is soon in perfect alignment for your shots power through his 3 hearts with ease ( Werewolf ) Grrrrrraaa ! " He bellows pain when the round impact into his flesh and a quick glance see him falter and recover but no blood comes from the new wound For cournersity you decide to roll your off hand index finger over his body so any left over bit of bullets scrapes his underside as he passes by The words randomly change color and you have to wait 1 more second for it the ability to take effect again otherwise the fight would be a lot shorter then it needs to be giving the werewolf nothing but a free shot at ravaging your corpse halfway through it all Natural 20s are supposed to be special lucky in adventuring as you learned from Mistress so it is probably befitting the killing blow be something so rare The words randomly change color and you have to wait 1 more second for it the ability to take effect again otherwise the fight would be a lot shorter then it needs to be giving the werewolf nothing but a free shot at ravaging your corpse halfway through it all Stay low-go high -go low again? Interesting hip—hop tactics Why not use an explosive for a bit of variety? The red and purple coloring of the word explosion on the side of your screen takes your attention momentarily off the monster nearing the end of it's run Extend hands loosely extend hands firmly the guns shoots out one-by-two rght up the freeway of his monstrous wormlike bodies and into his maw of sharp teeththe engyns bounce of his cheeks and into to sky rendered ineffective Any second now the results will be made clear Extend hands loosely extend hands firmly the guns shoots out one-by-two rght up the freeway of his monstrous wormlike bodies and into his maw of sharp teeththe engyns bounce of his cheeks and into to sky rendered ineffective Push up quickly and wait for him to come back They said that this weapon had the ability to rip monsters like him apart with no issues, yet all it served to do was now give him a mouthful of ammunition Push up quickly and wait for him to come back With in a second select a spot on the neck to focus upon- go for the kill shot A few grunts and brief moments later the bullets were pulled from his mouth like someone was there to fish them out with a stick, of course this led to an opening soon enough you see his throat go vulnerable for a split second so you unleash a hail of bullets free style With in a second select a spot on the neck to focus upon- go for the kill shot Touch the big dot and hold and try to keep you figer on the dot as long as possible "Gggrrraaahhh ! A mouthful of hot lead and silver fillings reign down on his neck and body but the beast refuses to stayed backed down so lettle more than half of your bullets hit the intended spot With ehrmost a entire magasine amount of hot metal in his gullet the monster is set afire and went into frenzy mode ripping into the purple tentacled 2nd tier monster as they enter half szie range Imagine a straight line donw the alligators head and back and tail if possible You joke around with yourself, wasting bullets at the very end of magazine , no silver inside You search for somthing else to shoot at since you ran out of ammo- what luck there is another burning monster running full throttle this time towards your fleet of vehicles to your left You rush towards it and takes potshots as it charges angrily Get a running start down that line and keep low ready to turn around somersault when it's close enough range "Papapapa Papapap Para Para Parapara Para You begin as usual with what you consider the basics of being an agent of cal us, ing this target into submission , every thing you learn as a cal us agent you apply it against well target in rest like this one part tactics another part skill and then the amount of luck is just insane Get a running start down that line and keep low ready to turn around somersault when it's close enough range Leap forward with hands extended outward swaying body back and forth "Eish! " you yell out, your bullets running out but the creature approaching closer Your heart beats rapidly , to see if it works or not that's why you're here for- ultimate challenge of tests that weed out the weak from the professio nals of the organization "Come ere ya furry piece of shi Leap forward with hands extended outward swaying body back and forth The hands need to land on the alligator's neck it needs to be held on for 2 minute straight with no breaks Take a deep breath in, exhale your vision began to sway and your body grew heavy Something is off here even if this thing is killed the idea that someone is watching you from there, analyzing how you were going to deal with the situation flooded into your mind You just know there is something more than what you thought The hands need to land on the alligator's neck, Between the back of the jaws and the front two legs is were you need to be Only the best of the best make it through the tests laid out by the old"men in the tower" Rumors are they've lived longer than anyone, great wisdom and knowledge makes them superior t othe others but when it come s to the mouth no one can enter Wrong way! wrong way! The jaws grind loudly against you and lurchs forward with a speed you didn't think was possible for something of this size Between the back of the jaws and the front two legs is were you need to be When you land on the animal push down with all your might on the neck to force the head to the ground - think up and down not side to side The noise is enought to shatter your ear drums and the burning sensation sets in quickly, this thing doesn't want to play around anymore- you need to get off it fast or be chomped in half All the while being chewed on by a mouth that has 3 footlong razor sharp teeth moving rapidly up and backwords trying to cut through anything in it's we ay forward When you land on the animal push down with all your might on the neck to force the head to the ground- think up and down not side to side Force the head down by pinning the head to the ground the jaws cant open up completley giving the body a beaten look As the body weakens you pull down harder and muscle the neck with 3 appendages bulging your eyes open and feel the blood rush as your vision goes red Force the head down by pinning the head to the ground the jaws cant open up completley giving the body a beaten look Move to the shoulders of the beast and stay high up where the skin is thinnest and beat at a notch on top, once those rocky objects are in weay you'll grasp them to break the skin more and moving upwards towards a brain that is larger tan yours but remember the eyeless beast cant see you Move to the shoulders of the beast and stay high up where the skin is thinnest and beat at a notch on top, Knees should touch th ground whenever necessary and during the end phase of the battle use it as leverage so your body can stay high up during the stressful moments Feeling fatigued already mean you wont last another round like most of the others, so make every strike from 3 appendages count! Best of luck! Knees should touch th ground whenever necessary and during the end phase of the battle use it as leverage so your body can stay high up during the stressful moments Squeeze the alligator's flanks and you decide to go for the jaw on the left side as it seems to be closest to falling over Once you close in that's when you spot an opening below the lower jaw through which you can fit your appendage inside! This means business now, strike with a heavy handed swing and try to keep it straight so your fulcrum has something to push against designed for leverage The lower jaw crumbles almost immediately hence sending a 4 foot head flying onto its flank Squeeze the alligator's flanks and you decide to go for the jaw on the left side as it seems to be closest to falling over The lower part of your legs should be pinning the hind legs to keep the feet from touching the ground and your center of mass from escaping to the side That means you can take a few hits before needing to jump away or otherwise While these are incapacitated the front left and right legs need to be pinned down for a longer duration, without those binds the jaw will just keep moving One way or another the mouth will be still before you recharge for another stomp The lower part of your legs should be pinning the hind legs to keep the feet from touching the ground and your center of mass from escaping to the side If the rear legs touch the ground the gaot can go into a death roll get yourself out as quickly as you can Once you sting a jaw a couple of times the beast will start to shake it violently, keep on track and try not to be thrown off Stop touching the ground if possible since that also slows your recharge rate Most teeth fall out after cracking once but some will stay in the jaw, so give it one more strike to make sure all is broken beyond use Repeat this twice more to the rightside jaw since you are committed now If the rear legs touch the ground the gaot can go into a death roll, You have lost control when the animal does this Keep both hands firmly on the alligators neck pressing down with most your wieght this seems to give most control over the direction of movement and being able keep most appendages touch the ground while stopping any from moving under the animal itself It's a shiver Indonesias 3rd largest island, you have made a raft that seems to be sufficient to hold you as you aim towards the opposite shore The log attached to it might come in handy for something but you need to get your raft accross first! At least there are no dangerous sea creatures around Keep both hands firmly on the alligators neck pressing down with most your wieght, Their is a percentage chat -- click the down arrow to increase weight until it is a full one hundred percent It seems the bigger you get, the less you weigh and capable of doing so, balance this trade off by getting as large as you dare since that is what is keeping you afloat in the first place Stop watching your thumbs or you'll start to count them out loud! Dig your teeth into your arm? It seems that's all are still working at this moment It is a precentage of strength you want to use in each location Get as large as you dare since that is what allowed you get them without plummeting into the sea Looks like a two-staged Spinosaurus swooping down at you! Buckle up and rely on your raft to help stay afloat while maneuvering around this hungry hunter It seems like someone is trying to lead you into some kind of trap, take the offer or keep rafting off the coast of New Guinea Keeping the back legs up means you can occasionally see their belly, and maybe try a weak-jab The torwards Papua New Guina brings rough water A large wave from behind, you don't know what could be causing this Might have something to do and the storm coming in or perhaps the steep drop-off of the coast of Northern Australia causing large waves to push up clamp on your raft for dear life since if it pops you'll be swimming with dangerous stuff closing in! Keeping the back legs up means you can occasionally see their belly, Keeping the head down seems like the best choice since the sides are practically made of spikes Only by keeping the hands may you occasional catch a peek at their belly, and perhaps weak-jab there, use those opportunities when they arrive How great was Kyale's battle from atop his Mesopithecus against his approaching enemies Your fearless cries echo propaganda that need not to be repeated here Keeping the head down seems like the best choice since the sides are practically made of spikes Rotate you dominate hand forward while half-rotating the weaker hand remain at the base of your wrist With claws out for batting away any blows, ducked down below attacks, and strong footing while reaching forward to tear with tooth and nail Rotate you dominate hand forward while half-rotating the weaker hand remain at the base of your wrist Remain in contact with the gator whenever possible Try to stick to his belly as he occasionally exposed it while powering past you since that is substantially weaker than anywhere else Use your weight to stay down once he grab on since that will allow more sticking power Do not try to twist with the animal, but rather pull towards yourself in an attempt to stay intact Remain in contact with the gator whenever possible Keep your strength on his side of the raft so he can't easily capsize it With a herky-jerky motion you pry off any of the shingle rock edges causing a pain in the you know what for you and your opponent Once there is a large enough space to do so, slide your body out of the miniture cage formed by their little arms and then push yourself towards freedom You have managed to stay afloat! Keep your strength on his side of the raft so he can't easily capsize it Stay in contact with the gator Stay in contact with the gator whenever possible Contact is a percentage as well Slide you hand forward down the middle of the gators head Feels like sandpaper along your arm as you proceed to try to control his head You may be his size, but tough scales guard this creature You may deflect a few blows here and there, but tip the fight in your opponents favor by always keeping your balance Hard skinny legs helps you wrap around these flexible appendages, limiting the reach of your opponent is your best bet at survival Use your legs! Cover both eyes with your hand pressing against them while protected by sharp claws Try to push the animal away from you enough to gain some much needed distance It's not pretty but it'll do Up and at them ! Cover both eyes with your hand pressing against them while protected by sharp claws The alligator will retract there eyes into their skulls with increased contact with you, Up and at them! Think upon the pathways you take in your life so far What would your tribe think of this battle? What did they think of your convictions for battle in the first place? Who knows? Perhaps Kyale the Undefeated is with you watching from afar Shutting out everything but your enemy, the fight begins The alligator likes to take advantage of those who are smaller, sneakier, or otherwise at a disadvantage The alligator will retract there eyes into their skulls with increased contact with you, Blinding the animal temporary to give your self an advatnage Striking the soft belly of the beast using its own weight against itself Blind percent of the gator 's by grabbing a sneaky bite when you have the foot on your foe Stay clear of those huge jaws when they snap closed They often miss, but not by much Likewise, do not directly block its view when it does this in an effort to scare you into getting caught in the path of those vicious teeth Stepping on the back limbs of your foe, grabbing any exposed body part to bring him down Bringing your enemy close is key to victory Blind percent of the gator's by grabbing a sneaky bite when you have the foot on your foe Press down on the eyes with more strenght causing immense pain Using your opponents strengths against itself, sending it crashing to the ground half blind and more Grabbing any part of the mouth when those teeth are exposed using the pressure points in grabbing its jaws or pushing back its eager face with each chomp Its hard to think when adrenaline is rushing through you, but this creature moves fast and you can't forget that Press down on the eyes with more strenght causing immense pain Pin the head to the ground to prevent the jaws from opening at the most crucial movement Try to get the jaw on the ground so that it can't bite you as easily Sometimes using your adversaries own weight against themselves is enough It works well enough to topple even the largest of foes How about turning this methods against others? Ring the neck of the beast once caught inside of those jaws Pin the head to the ground to prevent the jaws from opening at the most crucial movement Slide your other hand forward and run it along the bottom jaw line Sends massive pain signals once that ripple throughout the muscle along the jaw bone judging by how the creature screams out Put all your weight behind the horn stabbing it into the softest part of its head Tail is used mainly for fighting, but this creature can't use it to it's maximum effectiveness anymore now that you have caught hold of it It has two main purposes as far as you are concerned though, ramming and whipping Look for soft skin around bone since things tend to be much softer there Hooves are extremely fragile too, keep that in mind as you fight off this pesky creature Smash your foot into the top of the alligator's leg, feeling it break and cave inward This beast relies on its size and push through abilities to win fights, what happens when those abilities arnt there though? Those large sharp teeth can do some serious damage with just a single bite, defending against such a beast is key to victory! Look for soft skin around bone since things tend to be much softer there Place fingers under the jaw and using the grip to control the head before it can bite down Heavily rely on defense as your opponent has a clear advantage in speed and strength in its attempt to ram into you with that hard skull of his own Big things often topple over easy given the right push, lean back and gain a bit more space then rush forward to topple this overgrown lizard! Place fingers under the jaw and using the grip to control the head before it can bite down Move palm and thumb to the top of his nose then push upwards using the leverage to flip the head back and stretching that snout in an odd angle Given the proper amount of force, you can actually tear the snout right off the alligator Unlike human skin though, alligator hides are very thick and take quite a beating before showing any signs of injury Move palm and thumb to the top of his nose then push upwards using the leverage to flip the head back and stretching that snout in an odd angle Grip firmly on the front foot, then pull back with all your might making sure to keep a controlled motion so as not to hurt yourself as well Once pulled back, do it again and again Soon, the bone should snap breaking through the skin and coming out the other side of the leg While painful and horribly broken, it should still function with a limp Without its sprinterdash; gaiturdash; the lizard won't be able drag you anywhere anymore no matter how stubborn it is Grip firmly on the front foot, Allright he is moving in for the kill, gotta try something different or this beast is going to make mincemeat out of your feet Some creatures in the swamps are bigger than others, and with size comes proportionate weight when thousands of pounds are heading your way it is best to get the hell out of the way Give yourself some distance from his charge, then give a tremendous leap to avoid his beating Allright he is moving in for the kill, The slipperyniss of the mud around you can impact the success of your catch The more it slips around, the easier you can lose your footing while jumping in another If this thing weighs what you think it does, you are going to need every bit of help you can get to stay balanced All of an alligators jaw power is on the down stroke of their ambush, so if you just get out of the way at least you have a chance to live, you do not want any part of him taking a chomp on you Get away as fast as you can while he is biting at nothing, and hope that you can keep yourself up right while your hands are covered in mud All of an alligators jaw power is on the down stroke of their ambush, The have almost no muscle power when it comes to opening the jaws The only worry is getting in his way while he rushes forward, and before you know it he will try to take a generous mouthful of your leg with him so that wide open mouth of his is useless against you as a weapon A belt on the inside of his mouth can do some serious damage if gripped in their teeth so be sure to keep your distance Trolls and ogres are tall creatures, making the vertical style of combat rather in their favor The have almost no muscle power when it comes to opening the jaws, You could hold it shut with one hand- that doesnt mean you should hold it shut with one hand A good troll can break your grip and that would be the end of you Keep it shoved tight with your foot while you tie it off tight with your sash Lacking thumbs and a rigid nails, a troll cannot open his mouth under normal circumstances This does not mean you should trust him one bit, as he will already be trying to rip off your foot inorder to breakfast on your tendons! The one hand covering the eyes can move down until it hooks down on the lower jaw Lift the alligators head off the ground and toward your chest for a moment, by his nose This will be plenty of time to latch your wrists together behind his head Now for the arm over the mouth With it being on top of the snout and your body weight holding it down after having lifted the gator overhead, his attempts at biting you will be futile Lift the alligators head off the ground and toward your chest, Once the head is at a ninety degree angle the gator can no longer fight back Now you have wrestled this alligator into submission, you can think on how to finish him off Most folks will be wanting to finish the beast in some sort of visceral way, either cutting his head from his body with an axe, or burning the heart right out of his chest With his mouth taped shut now you can however do something less labor intensive and a more suitable kill if you just want him dead quick Congratualtions you have wrestled the alligator into submission Getting off the gator Now that his mouth is taped up, he cannot attack you with it Also his mouth is full with sash, as such he also cann ot try biting you at all You may be thinking you can just kick your legs and force your way up over his back, however, that won't work either as your lower body is still underwater with only your legs outside of it Getting off the gator Now that his mouth is taped up, Push the gators head back to the ground and wrap one of your legs around the base of his tail Slide the leg out you had hold of the nose with up such that the knee is at the base of the top jaw Pull that same side arm through and slide it under the jaw from the opposite side Now reach over with the leg you used to hold the jaw shut knee first and push down on the top of it, thus lifting the lower jaw toward that side while you pull your other arm back through Push the gators head back to the ground and wrap one of your legs around the base of his tail Give your arm a solid yank backwards and your other hand should pop right out Slide the dominant hand back into a position to cover the eyes and pull the same side leg out and through such that the foot is right by the shoulder joint Give it another yank to get it all the way free of the gator's mouth as he snaps down in futility at where you just were Now with both hands free, remove the tape from his mouth completely and pat him gently on the head for good measure Slide the dominant hand back into a position to cover the eyes and pull the same side leg out and through such that the foot is right by the shoulder joint Pushing down with the domainate hand slide your other hand back along the jaw until it is pressing against the neck while you also lean back Pressing your legs against the side of the gator Halfway lift yourself, and twist using your braced leg and hooked arm such that the alligator is twisted over top of you Now shift everything close to the side and slide the arm that was next to the neck out from under Pushing down with the domainate hand slide your other hand back along the jaw until it is pressing against the neck while you also lean back Now that he has no leverage at all, kick your legs together to slide off the gator's muscular back Slide your dominat=jnt hand back from the eyes to the neck With other hand grab just under the front of the lower jaw and yank sharply backward This is just like from numerous TV shows and movies you've seen, people every times they catch a big ol' alligator You should be in the same position you where in when you started to battle this beast You are squatting on the gators back with the dominant hand reaching down to his right mouth hinge and your other hand grabbing under the bottom jaw Now all you have to do is pull straight back and push the jaw up with every once of strength you have Now because you are not trying to reach around his mouth but rather just from one side, you will end up resting part of your arm on his snout You are squatting on the gators back, Keep legs tight against the body and twist, that should be enough to get you up and over the gator and onto his other side Predictably the alligator struggles mightily against your very simple plan You are able to pull the mouth open a few inches but it is clearly too narrow and air is getting by your grip Let go and try this again Same thing again, you've put your gloves into his mouth ar far as you can Keep legs tight against the body and twist, Much more difficult for the alligator to bite you when you are on its back then when you are on its side You can reach the mouth on either side and it is narrower so you should be able push it open a little more Reach into the mouth and try to grab the sides, doesnt matter which ones as long as there is one on each That means one of your arms should reach clear to the back You pull at it with everything you have and still only manage to open it half way before your grip slips and he snaps it cruelly back shut When the animal struggles push it down again and repeat the process This ends up working but it take a long time When the back of its mouth is gaping wide you push your other arm in under it and cover your forearm with your hand, such that now both of your elbows are embedded in his mouth Make sure your arm is pushed down as you slowly pull it backward Even though the gator has no leverage to snap forward now it still fights against you When the animal struggles push it down again and repeat the process Dont let the animal stuggle free until you have completely pulled your arm out of the body AND got a good hold on the back of its mouth and your other hand is on the lower jaw closing it Doing so is probably one of the hardest things you have ever tried in your entire life! Something you were completely unaware of until right now, but this struggle has really taken it out of you, mentally more than physically Dont let the animal stuggle free until you have completely pulled your arm out of the body AND got a good hold on the back of its mouth and your other hand is on the lower jaw closing it Grip around the neck Depending on the size of the gator you may not be able to throw it very far If it actually comes off the ground it's somewhere between 3 and 5 feet perhaps Not very far Its clearly too large, even for such an idea and you going to have to resort to your backup plan, slitting it's throat and letting it bleed out Thats ok though, those are still very dangerous and you might get hurt, they aren't impossible Thats ok though, Six inches may be all you need to throw it forward far enough for it to be out of danger You place your feet firmly about 12 inches apart and squat down very low Wrap both hands around the gator's snout and position them about 6 inches apart Very important that the two grip locations are different widths, this is because the alligator CANNOT turn its head side to side when your hands are not dual flush against each other Six inches may be all you need to throw it forward far enough for it to be out of danger This puts it off balance and give you more time to escape the inevitable snap back Get both hands firmly around the snout, thumbs pointing towards it's mouth Thumbs ALWAYS up They are the weakest digits and it will allow the gator to slip it much easier This puts it off balance and give you more time to escape the inevitable snap back Jump back as far as you can and pull forward with all of your might, sliding the gator out and on the ground You jump back as far as the close surroundings allow and give it all you've got, bringing the gator to a narrow escape as it slides out a few inches The struggle is great and even though you maintain your grip upon the snout the thrashing and pulling nearly pulls your arms out of their sockets as you try to maintain control of its snapping head Jump back as far as you can and pull forward with all of your might, And keep moving backward And eventually you find some distance to let go and maintain a safe distance as the alligator thrashes about In your rush it unfortunately is caught under a fallen branch as its body contorts upon itself and you get the passable idea that perhaps you could make a club out to finish the job Its unfortunate that the only sturdy looking piece of wood is still in reach of it, but this is the only way you can think of to finish it off for good right now The gator will likely turn open its mout at you snarl or hiss issuing a challenge, but if you just decline to respond and concentrate your efforts at the back of its skull with your newfound bat you might be able to knock it out for good Going in for the kill The alligator snaps at everything simply because its nervous and predetory instinct is taking over It doesnt want to be captured and feels the need to get away, the most basic of animalistic instincts But this split second snap you see an opening The gator will likely turn open its mout at you snarl or hiss, Let it snap Just not at YOU I've seen it many times before and it's trained but has no real way of differentiating between friend or foe when its in this sort of a state You hit the back of its skull and when it snaps to the right, you go to the left and land blow after blow All of them go straight to the back of the skull leaving deep dents in the bone as all your might goes behind each swing Let it snap Keep your eyes on it and slowly back away even more when you think you've done enough This predator has been scared into submission and the animal inside isn't about to let it regain its sense any time soon The alligator quite simply was overwhelmed starting with seeing your large shape covered by the cloak and angled standing before it, then feeling the scratchy fibers of the material against its hide and finally the firm grip holding it tight when all other-like preditors simply brush it off or instantly overcome it's prey Keep your eyes on it and slowly back away even more when you think you've done enough If the gator chases you run away directly from it in a straight line until you reach somewhere it can't, then continue on your journey Your scent isn't going to be on it now and unless its head somehow hits 180 degrees it wont be able to see you in such darkness You pick up the rocks one by one you've dropped and put them back in your bag, pull out the lamp and pat yourself on the back for surviving that encounter If the gator chases you run away directly from it in a straight line until you reach somewhere it can't, It will grow tired quickly and find water to return too your attack probably saved its life and it will just resort back to following the river once again You ready yourself for the continued journey and turn out the lamp one more time, continuing on in the earthy brown tunnel which is steadily becoming wider as you travel You haven't eaten anything yet today but the grueling effort it took to bash that gator's skull in has given your appetite a checkmate It will grow tired quickly and find water to return too, Thats how you wrestle an alligator you bash its head in with a rock Thats how you wrestle an alligator, I see a shillotte image of a man wrestling a gator soon to come as I accidentally step on a dry twigging snapping it in two The crack is ear piercing and I am startled by a loud hiss directly behind me I turn around yet see nothing but hear another hiss coming from the right, then one more from the left I see a shillotte image of a man wrestling a gator soon to come as I accidentally step on a dry twigging snapping it in two All the percentage sliders need to be change th— I see three slithering shapes in the dirt illuminated by a sliver of moonlight shining down from the cracks above They're following the exact same rule I've seen all the others follow, always take the shortest route to your objective Although I doubt snakes are capable of extending their bone knives they've managed to cut themselves multiple times on the sharp edges of rocks strewn about on the ground All the percentage sliders need to be change, Take a litte bit from all when slid in' from shadow to shadow They have also taken to hissing when they've sensed my presence and have slowly been chasing me ever since Two identical ones have appeared right in front of me causing me to leap backwards and straight into the other one that was sneaking up on my left side Fortunately I keep my cool and fling myself the other way right before all three lunge at my legs Take a litte bit from all when slidin' from shadow to shadow The screen looks like the following although it is flipped on its side It wasn't long after you saw those other symbols that it began to get dark and now that you are lost in the cave system you had hoped would lead you out of this forsaken swamp it has become exceptionally dark, like the dusk of the dead of night kind of dark The screen looks like the following, [move to your left ][jump][ move to your right ] A big decision rests upon your shoulders once again You can try to follow the lights that you caught a glimpse of or try to intelligently backtrack your path Step two: Thinking about it, you remember that the lights seemed ot be coming from the right and after slamming sores on your shins a couple of times while backtrackingYou decide to head towards the lights This might seem like a rash decision to some but given that the sun hasn't risen yet and there are no birds or other daytime animals out and about, wherever these lights are coming from has to be better than out here Get control of the mouth the lights can be misleading Don't go into HIDDEN ENCOUNTERS until ready You need to be careful Don't become a victim TURN BACK, GO BACK from where you came from Step three: You begin seeing more and more lights as you cautiously trek through the undergrowth and before too long you notice something up ahead Get control of the mouth; Once on the gator you must get control of the mouth The lights can be misleading You should turn around and go back the way you came as this is almost certainly a trap! or You should continue onward and investigate the situation for yourself, it could have something to eat Picking up the pace, you begin to hear familiar sounds; cracking, crunching and hissing ahead of you Now that you have confirmation of food you quicken your pace but stay on high alert Silence is key! submission Once you see rows and rows of cages your pace slows and you begin looking around Something about this doesn't seem right Once again you've walked right into a trap! There are three possiblilities here You have two new buttons to push; TRAP and RUN TRAP takes you straight into another choose your own path book, this one was made for teens so the options are limited, if you're good at following directions then you'll probably enjoy this one Step four: get away safely or get trapped forever? Once you're inside the room your attention is drawn to a brightly painted arrow on the floor Walking over to it, you stare down at it in puzzlement when a door concealing an armory opens up next to you Step Thirteen: Another test! A choice has been placed upon you that cannot be negotiated or debated upon These librarians are wily indeed get away safely or get trapped forever? Once outside the room with the ticking timer you suck in a huge lungful of air and then exhale slowly, that was close You could have easily just ran straight past it and even then it wouldn't have chased you for very long but now that you've chosen to go inside it a number of things change 1) the portal back to your camp is gone Nitzi can still take you where you need to go as soon as you get her untangled but if you leave her here she ; (and her bad attitude) will be gone for good Takes a while to get new support troops and even longer to build up friendships with them so it would be a real shame to lose such a vital team member in this way 2) The timer on the inside has stopped, as soon as you walk back out that door the 60 seconds will begin again Well that sucks Hopefully the hobs will find you before the 60 minutes are up otherwise you'll have some serious decisions to make! Remember friendships are temporary in the world of politics kid Nitzi seems to be gone but the quest must go on! Who's gonna play the next song? First decision: should you run back to the camp and try to get everyone off the plateau before the clock expires or push onward towards the castle? This decision needs to be made quickly! Time to decide whether you stay or go This was a real predicament that many Hobgoblins found themselves in just two months before After constant raids upon several of the King in Red's newly built outposts and villages, as well as an attempt to assassinate him which failed, the sovereign was ready to declare open war against the Confederacy of the Free City States At first the Council of House and Senate dismissed any potential threat but, after several missives arrived from the King in Red demanding answers for these crimes against him as well as payment for damages, it was decided that there should be boots on the ground within Redheld territory and a full investigation Several sword companies were hired but the one that was picked to lead this mission, The Excursionists, were prominent members of the Confederacy and friends with many in the council so they got the job They found various pieces of proof that the Redcourt Mercenaries had been ordered to commit the attacks by the King in Red in exchange for payment Enough evidence was found to incriminate them along with letters from their exiled leader Argyle which proved enough to convince most of the doubters on the council as well The three detachments arrived at the City of Red just in time for the Grand Alliance's assault upon it, each nabbing their respective feudal lords and holding them ransom As the city state falls to the Grand Alliance and all seem lost, you notice the three detachments leaving You are unsure whether or not to follow them but decide it is best to leave with them, as any of the victorious soldiers may recognize you and want to ask questions Though your actions here have saved many lives and stopped the annihilation of svelk lives, you cannot help but feel like there is more to be done There is Year 45 "Damned hobs get off my lands! " You hear a man in a farmhouse yell before firing a musket This displays the general attitude of the Redpromers towards you, an outsider Which suits you just fine since it gives you an excuse to kill them Or rather it would if you didn't still have other matters to attend to that came first Like convincing the others that will one day be the rulers of this place that hobs can be dealt with permanently, something your dark elven side knows all too well Though your duties to the Confederacy are supposed to come first You've been increasingly putting off votes and meetings to go on missions for the past few years ; (something everyone has noticed) It's just one of the things you wonder about when you're in the middle of fighting off an invasion, should you really be sticking your neck out and going against orders? Of course whenever you're stuck in one of these debates with yourself your mind is always brought back to the question that it always revolved around "Why are you even debating this Merk, YOU'LL always do what's right! " Says the voice in your head This is why You're brought out of your thoughts by the musketeer dying and three large hobs approaching, seeing as all his friends have already been killed he runs into his farmhouse and slams the door This leaves you in a dilemma, the hobs are likely to just mob into the house and kill everyone inside, which would defeat the objective of thinning out their ranks but you could try to get to him first and take him out, protecting the family he leaves behind Another option is what you're already doing, just tackling the hobs before they reach the house And of course there's always the option to just leave and not get involved Every option brings its own set of advantages and disadvantages but then that's sort of always been your life rabbits lay down for phoofls Cursing softly under your breath you run towards the hobs, as you get closer one lets out a high pitched yell to alert the others Pulling the dagger out of the throat of hob you were stabbing you ready yourself to run at the next You burst in through the door only to find a terrified civilian and dying soldier You're sort of confused for a moment since it looks like you're in a barracks rather than a house, till you remember this is a farmhouse that doubles as a military outpost Feeling confused, confused and curious at what you'll find you almost don't notice the hob thrashing at the end of the bed

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also wtf who designed rune factory 4 this way THIS IS MY ONLY COMPLAINT IN AN AMAZING GAME why are all the romance routes entirely random?? even after youve reached the relationship milestones its COMPLETELY RANDOM whether the event will start every day same for every friendship event and town event and even some plot events you just have to sit there at your bed constantly skipping days for multiple years til the random number god gives you the marriage scene you did EVERYTHING to earn this marriage scene and you have nothing left to do but wait and youll never see any new events with that character until it happens, and you have a very limited amount of dates to go on while youre waiting, and they all do NOTHING except raise the relationship bar over maximum which does nothing. doesnt even increase the chance of the random event?? why even LET me increase it over maximum if it does nothing? thats just tricking me into thinking i havent unlocked the marriage event yet! when I HAVE and i just need to WAIT A BAZILLION YEARS OF RANDOM

anyway i finally got Leon’s random marriage quest and it was Awesome and So Many Tears and now im even more conflicted on who to marry gahhhhh its such a shame you cant resolve everyone’s plot unless you date them, i feel so bad dating all these people when im not able to marry them all, just cos i wanna fix their lives and make them happy but then theyre gon be sad that we didnt get married aaaa

and Leon is especially saddddd

now cos his whole plot is that he had a depressing scenario with a friend as a kid. She loved him but he saw her as just a little sister, and he jokingly promised to marry her once when they were too young to understand. And he didnt know she took it seriously until after he DIED and reincarnated as a fox monster person centuries later too late to do anything about it. And he’s crushed full of guilt that he somehow led her on, and he was never able to apologise, and he’s scared she spent her whole life waiting for him to come back. and then you get this very cool series of sidequests thatre a realistic look at translating languages, and its really motivational how leon is able to help bring knowledge of a dead language back to life and preserve the ancient culture that people thought was lost BUT THEN ENDLESS FUCKIN TRAGEDY kiel accidentally finds an old diary of leon’s friend (WHAT ARE THE ODDS) and he has frickin detailed anxiety attacks unable to even hold the damn paper cos he’s shaking so much and you go on a big treasure hunt to find all the pages and he’s just CRYING SO MUCH mr playboy man! mr flirty asshole! mr stoic! he’s fuckin crying and he cant hold a book without your help and aaaa and his whole story is about how he isnt really the negative stereotypes of a flirty character, he really REALLY values love and he feels depressed he cant love everyone who loves him, so he tries to fake it. And he tries to push people away whenever it seems genuine, but also like... entertain them enough that they dont feel he doesnt love them, i guess? and no matter how promiscuous a person is, they still cant love EVERYONE, you cant just force a relationship on them and say they must be asking for it cos they date other people and enjoy sex. its so depressing that he considers his biggest flaw that he wasnt able to force himself to love someone he didnt, especially when he did care about her, just as a best friend instead! if theyd just talked about it, it would have saved all this heartache for both of them! so then we start piecing together this book and it looks like his worst fears are confirmed, she spent her whole life waiting for him and hating him and its really fucking EXPLODINGLY SAD and then the quest is a bit confusing so i spent several days stuck on this point not knowing who to talk to next, going through random dungeons in case that somehow helped. turned out i did find the right spot but the quest just doesnt progress until you talk to the right person first GAH! stuck for five days on crying leon scene!! NOOOOOO but I finally got past it and CLIMACTIC HAPPY END or bittersweet end more like we find out we mistranslated one bit which was actually PAGE NUMBERS, and we were missing a page all along! and then the final page reveals that she actually moved on and found a new love and had a happy family and grew old together, and her only frustration with leon was imagining that he couldnt find the same thing, worrying that she’d betrayed him. So this wasnt a diary, it was actually a letter she wrote for him to find, having confidence he’d wake up someday and have another chance at happiness! She just wanted him to know that she kept his memory alive and she’s sorry and she was happy and AAAAAAUUUGH im tearing up again the bit that really got me was that we find out that leon’s favourite romance novel was actually written by her. It was so popular it survived into the modern day as a literature classic, and it convinces him that she really was happy with her new boyfriend if she could write something as beautiful as this. And he wants to embody the spirit of the book with you, and keep his new promise to her to have a happy family of his own :) ... AGHHHHHHHHAAAAAHHHHH why cant i marry everyone why do so many of them have plots where it seems like they wont be happy unless i love them... even now i dont really think the leon pairing is my favourite, i wish i could have had this plot as a friendship route! i think it would have resonated just as much since the whole backstory is about him being friends with someone who had unrequited love for him. i wanna be leon’s bestie and ultimate wingman! I like him a lot but I dont really think i wanna marry him! IM SO SORRY LEON AAAA he’s such a soulful beefcake dammit I’m sure he’d find a bazillion better lovers! I’m sure a lot of players did marry him! WHY DO I FEEL SO GUILTY AAAAA its not fair, aaaa arthur was the first one i dated and i also really care about him but in his case his way of acting in the romance isnt very different to when youre just friends so i dont think i wanna commit to that relationship maybe? it might change when i see his final random event but i dont get much ‘he’ll be happy with you’ vibes, its just strengthening their powerful brotp that they had from the start of the game. he feels like someone protagonist would indeed date, but theyd part again on friendly terms after it didnt work out, and then be amicable exes who still care a lot about each other. and I just feel like I wanna marry dylas even though he’s had the least tragic events so far. gahhhh! he just seems SO HAPPY dating you, and has loads of character development since it started, unlike the other two ive seen the dates for. he feels like he’s actually getting something out of this that he wouldnt if we were just friends? its so hard trying to weigh up the pros and cons of romance options in games when im inacapble of actually being attracted to anyone, its just ‘i care about you all and i wanna give you the best possible ending’. I haaaaate when games have it so that romance is always the best possible ending for every single character and they all suffer forever if you dont pick them :P and I havent even seen the romances with the other three dudes yet! GAHHHHH!! Theyre all the ones I wasnt immediately interested in dating, but that opinion could totally change, i could end up with a six way tie :P ... ALSO RANDOM BUT is anyone else really uncomfortable with the queerbaiting in this game? there is a LOt, a LOT of ‘lol maybe gay’, sometimes so clear that it seems the game is outright canonically stating this character is gay or bisexual yet you have no option to marry them unless youre the opposite sex. It gets REALLY uncomfortable with Dylas, he just,,, does not express any interest in women at all unless the player pursues him. And his mutual crush with doug is CONSTANTLY REFERENCED, and called out very clearly for what it is. IOf the game didnt keep pointing it out i would have been able to shrug it off as just accidental chemistry from a failed rivalry plotline or something, but we have EVERYONE saying ‘oh a lover’s quarrel’ and ‘be honest about your feelings’ and ‘i bet you wanna see doug in a swimsuit’ and ‘gee i really wanna see doug in a swimsuit’ and IT CANT BE ANY MORE CANON THAN THIS. And.. like.. Dylas even says he DOESNT wanna see women in swimsuits, he’s just here at the beach cos Doug might come along. He does not express any interest in women at all except the protagonist! It makes me feel SO uncomfortable! it feels like he’s actually gay, when with most other characters they seem bisexual?? I dunno how to explain it, thats just how it comes off to me. Why is there no option for him and doug to date, why cant i date him as the male protagonist?? His romance route is so totally gender neutral, i did the postgame protagonist swap cheat and it just feels more in-character for him this way. if im gonna steal him away from Doug i dont want it to be a weird gay conversion therapy type thing, it just feels so WEIRD. The one and ONLY stated crush he has on another character, and its gay, and theres NO OPTION FOR IT TO HAPPEN and then he suddenly becomes 100% straight and never talks about doug again if a fem protagonist dates him. SO WEEEEEIRD... I’m just gonna sit here on the non-canon bonus feature dylas x male protag train and never leave. If you cant have doug you shall have the transitioned me! Its funny cos he’s like the only batchelor i very vehemently cannot ship with fem protag, yet do with male protag :P but GAHHH leon deserves a family and i could give him a child and aaaaa SO HARD TO CHOOSE also i am sad that the postgame cheatmode lets you switch to any character but if its not one of the two protags its only your overworld model and not your face portraits. Its weird because every batchelor and batchelorette has the exact same full set of emotions and costumes, so why cant i access that?? its also a shame cos it means i cant roleplay my doug and dylas marriage properly :P CMON MAN WHY U EVEN TELL ME THEY IN LOVE IF THEY CANT BE IN LOVE :P they have the best portmanteau ship name too! douglas! :P

#raaaaamble about gaaaaaame #distract self from feeling ill #no but seriously what is the doug x dylas official ship name and how do i find cute fanart to heal my grumpiness #ITS LITERALLY CANON YET THEY CANT DATE #if you didnt wanna do gay content then dont put gay content in your damn game #i havent seen such an undeniably frustrating example of queerbaiting since some of the yousuke stuff in persona 4