plotted starter for @sanguisarcana (aka. bloodweave's underdark adventures)
Hindsight is twenty-twenty. Sharp, monstrous pain of a vampire's fangs torn through fragile skin serves a solemn reminder. Icy agony like that of a sharp knife, it throbs and aches, stains of fresh blood seeped into the embroidered fabric of his expensive robe. A new robe at that, Gale thinks to himself, utterly miffed.
Adjusting to such unfamiliar life in the Underdark could never be simple, what with seven-thousand vampire spawn released to society after Cazador's end. By the gods, Astarion certainly had his hands full. Perhaps Gale was naive to assume the spawn would cease to harm him—until now, that is—until a lost, ravenous spawn nearly sliced clean through the wizard's throat. Now he sees, for perhaps the first time, how gentle Astarion's teeth have always been, punctured in his neck.
Astarion.
Left cleaning up Gale's mess—physically and metaphorically—an unfortunate miscalculation and Gale, well, he hesitated. A moment's hesitation, a desire to spare the spawn's life, with disastrous consequences. Torn robe among them. A wizard left lightheaded and bloodless, throbbing echos of tears and scratches across his upper body. Worst of all, however, an angry husband.
“I am aware you’re hardly a cleric, ah,” he winces, “but might I suggest a bit more delicate on the first aid, please?” Oh, and that earns him a nasty scowl. "Kidding... mostly. You're doing wonderfully."
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Daily excerpt from today's writing, chapter 4 of Game Theory:
‘Whatever happened to that little mouse-lad?’ Efnisien said. ‘I should like to thank him in person.’
A chill stretched sticky, clammy fingers down Gwyn’s spine. He had absolutely no doubt what Efnisien would like to do to that fragile creature.
‘That scrap of a thing?’ Crielle said, smiling at Efnisien. ‘Come, you can think of better things to do with your time. Besides, what if we ever need his skills again? We can’t have anything untoward happen to him.’
‘Why, I’m not anything untoward at all, Aunty Crielle, you know that,’ Efnisien said, grinning. ‘But I take your point. Meanwhile, look at my cousin, all grown up, torturing a waterhorse. I should like to see that. Perhaps you might take me down there, so I could give you some pointers?’
‘I have been a war general for centuries,’ Gwyn said coldly, ‘and then War General to Quercus the Oak King for centuries more, and finally War General of my own Court, who defeated the Nightingale and Augus Each Uisge myself, and brought peacetime to us all. If you think I need tips on torture from you, who cannot even last a tour without turning on his own for the mere delight of crude bloodshed, you shame me, and you shame yourself.’
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This will not go into the AO3 version, but the book version. Chapter 4 now has 2k extra content between Crielle, Efnisien and Gwyn.
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Gambling Apocalypse Tenma AU
As I rewatch Kaiji I inevitably end up wanting to combine show I like with other show I like and stuffing fav characters into show. So here we are.
This was uh going to be a short summary type thing but I accidentally wrote a novella about it sorry
This AU starts off with a much more depressive Tenma. After Tobio's death, rather than immediately pour his grief into developing a robot version of his son, he recedes into himself, psychologically paralyzed, likely turning to alcohol to drown out his anguish.
His mental state is taken as an opportunity within the Ministry of Science to have him ejected from his position; Tenma was never the most well-liked director, and there were those with ambition to usurp him that would jump at the chance. Not that he especially cares in his state.
He's eventually dragged out of his stagnation by Ochanomizu - who, inadvertently, becomes the very catalyst pushing Tenma to develop a robot replacement to his child. This was not what he meant by encouraging Tenma to fill the void left by his son.
...But, well, he is no longer the director of the Ministry of Science. His access to limitless government funds and resources for "scientific research" has been cut off, and this is a project he cannot finance on his own. He can't ask Ochanomizu for help, but...interestingly...a representative of a certain shady organization known as the Teiai Corporation reaches out to him, offering to finance and support his project. A sane and well-minded Tenma might think better of it, but grieving and desperate, Tenma accepts their offer and is able to create a robot in the image of his beloved Tobio. For a while, there's joy in his life.
But the bill, as ever, comes due: Tenma must pay up, and the very resources that had been at his disposal will certainly ensure that he will, or else. Of course, he doesn't have the money; instead, he is given a choice. He can relinquish the robot Tobio in order to wipe out his debt - the child is a sophisticated and powerful robot, after all - or he can participate in a certain illicit event hosted by the Teiai Corporation.
It's nothing major...just a four-hour gambling cruise with a collection of desperate, damned souls that were also swept into debt with Teiai. The conditions are simple: Those who choose to participate are given a chance to clear their debts wholesale should they win. And should they lose...?
Well...no one really knows what happens to the losers seized by Teiai. It's said that they labour away their debts under Teiai's watchful eye and are freed once their work has covered their debts, though it's rumoured that most perish before they reclaim freedom.
There's only one answer Tenma can give, of course; he's not willing to lose Tobio again.
Thus is Tenma's debut into the Gambling Apocalypse, where he must become cutthroat in order to survive; if he wants to see his son again, he must make choices that will doom the hapless to miserable servitude, with a nonzero chance it ends in their death.
He survives the cruise, but of course, it was hardly enough to clear his debt; the cruise was never going to be the end of it. Teiai doesn't let go of its victims that easily. He will be called on again: this is a weight that hangs over him, all while he returns to his son Tobio. The same hands that have pushed innocents into hell must now be the hands that can embrace his child.
He wants to protect Tobio from the truth and enjoy what peaceful moments he's allowed with his son, but it's difficult. It's difficult to be the parent of a child who cannot understand the danger that looms ahead; this "happy" home is not to last. Tenma angers quickly and easily. He turns that anger onto Tobio.
As Teiai's games become more and more vicious and unrelenting, as his conscience holds onto the last vestiges of thread that remain, Tenma even threatens, once, to give the boy in: it would all end, then; the debt would be clear and no longer would he have to endure Tobio's childish annoyances, his ungratefulness.
The next time that Tenma is beckoned, Tobio takes matters into his own hands. He does understand, now; and he would have, if only Tenma had bothered to explain sooner. If it's a debt that needs clearing, he will work. He will help his father clear his debts however he can. Of course, it's difficult to find work as a child; but a circus troupe finds amusement in the idea of a child robot, and takes him in. He is whisked into a certainly unpleasant working situation, but he remembers his father, and what he must be enduring. Tobio, also, will endure.
When Tenma returns, Tobio is gone.
All that held Tenma back from becoming something monstrous has disappeared. All that kept him going has disappeared. When he is called upon by Teiai, there is no knowing what sort of person might come out the other end; whether a monster clawing his way to freedom regardless of what actions he must take, or a desolate husk surrendering defeat.
There is still a light, however dim: Found by Professor Ochanomizu and rescued from the circus, Tobio - now Atom - is able to shed light on the situation which Tenma took great pains to keep hidden from his old friend. With time running out, Ochanomizu and Atom must do what they can to save Tenma - from Teiai, and from himself.
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UHHH and that's a wrap!!!! I couldn't quite decide which way Tenma would go after hitting Rock Bottom in this AU, and tbh it would really depend on the kind of mental state he's in at the time. On the one hand I like the narrative of Ochanomizu and Tobio racing to prevent Tenma from crossing a line (actual outright murder probably) - or having to pull him back into humanity (and yknow, his ensuing penance)
But on the other hand having him get sent to Teiai Evil Hell Prison would be interesting because a) there's a lot of narrative potential having Tenma faced with what Teiai is doing with the people that lose the games and b) need him to decimate the foreman at chinchirorin Kaiji style
Tenma's whole character is definitely a much different guy in this AU, he starts off pretty sympathetic, the guy you wanna root for, he just ends up having an inverse character arc where he gets worse instead of better. His conflict with "Tobio" is also kind of reversed, less about being unsatisfied with Tobio as a son and more not being able to handle the fact that he probably has intense PTSD now and isnt capable of coping with it in a way conducive to being a parent (or like, coping at all)
Anyway that's gambling apocalypse tenma!!!
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⥫ @skullkxd asked: ⥭
⥫ “Hello neighbor.” They are reading off of a clipboard. “Do you enjoy helping out your community? If so, I have a deal for you. Introducing, skull scouts.” They hold up a box of cookies in their other hand. “We are a nonprofit community using the money you donate to enrichen the lives of those less fortunate. Would you like to buy a box of Skull Roulette cookies for the mere price of ten dollars?” ⥭
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"Oh, a small, brand new non-profit, I take it," Cryano laughed and reached up to run his fingers along the brim of his hat. "Once upon a time I found myself dabbling in such things. These days I mostly support those from my own, profiting business."
Though that wasn't to say he didn't have cases of the underprivileged finding their way into his school. After all, he built Blueberry on skill, not money.
As his fingers reached the side of his hat, he skillfully flipped it up and off his head with a flourish, "That being said, I've had an awful lot of experience with these sorts of organizations, and it's not easy to pull wool over my eyes. I'm familiar with the vague sort of language you've been taught to use, my young friend. Hehe, or read. So tell me this, what sort of less fortunate are you supporting? And in what way? And also... What is in a roulette cookie?"
If the poor kid was intimidated and ran away, they weren't cut for this sort of business anyway. No matter what he did, he was doing this infant organization a favor.
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@oathwilled
Had you questioned Gale weeks ago, standing upon his balcony in Waterdeep once more would seem merely a fantasy. To smell the briny sea air, to feel the gentle breeze cascading across his face as it tussles his brunette hair. The sunset is a sight for sore eyes, beautiful oranges, and reds melding together so perfectly one would assume it’s an exquisite painting come to life. And yet… it’s not the most breathtaking view this evening.
“Truthfully, I never dreamed I would be lucky enough to return home again. Between the tadpole and the orb, my rather unwelcome visitors would make any man feel as though his days are numbered.” But Gale’s days are now plentiful—a second chance—thanks in part to the very man he speaks to. The first time Paerin accompanied him to this very spot had been nothing more than an illusion, a good one, but an illusion nonetheless. Oh how things change, Gale is no longer the man he was that night. A man terrified of death and burdened by the literal weight within his chest.
“Thank you for accompanying me.” Gale smiles softly, though a simple thank you feels impossible to express just how much this means to him. “I can only hope it’s even more astonishing in person for you as well.”
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