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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 3 years

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39. Cuddle me in

Prompt used- Leaning on the others side| fluff | tired and stuck because of a mission, harry and draco comes across their past revelations |

" so I contacted the team and they won't be able to find us a back up team until morning. They said everything is mess there, apparently robard is high on some shit so. Anywho, we'll have to find ourselves a place to stay for the night " draco told harry as he chucked his wallet into his back pocket and wand over his belt loop.

Harry swished his wand, drying both of them up before tucking away his wand too " and how are we supposed to find a place in his barren place ?" He aggrieved

" well not my first choice either harry, we've got to walk until we find something " draco commanded as he started to walk forward slowly.

" why can't we just apparate?" Harry groaned following him

" because for one you dumb idiot, you've already been hurt, which by the way are you sure isn't hurting enough and secondly, where would we disapparate to ? We can't get out of here until we're sure it's safe to leave. Obviously robard wouldn't appreciate of us just escaping " draco rolled his eyes

" one, I'm fine. You've already done the honours of bandaging it with a cloth and secondly didn't you say he's high on some shit, he wouldn't know if we disapparated to some place better" harry groaned.

Impatiently draco turned around, halting his steps, exhaling exhaustingly " look I'm just as tired as you are. I too want to just go home and take some damn fucking rest but we can't apparate mainly because they keep a trace on us. They'd know we escaped this place. So please just do me a favour and silently walk with me without throwing another fit "

" whatever " harry rolled his eyes and walked past draco.

Draco cursed harry under his breath, being absolutely done with his bratty behaviour but nonetheless followed him.

They must've walked for almost 25 minutes when they finally found a bus stop.

" we can take a bus to the next more settled place ? What say ? According to the map here, the nearest would be river town" harry read from the map.

" sounds fine to me. When does the bus arrives?" Draco asked as he sat down on the lonely bench on a boring dark night.

" it's 9:15 right now according to my watch, so the bus would come around by 9:45 " harry sighed as he collapsed down next to draco.

" that bloody long " draco huffed.

" well we did miss a bus from 10 minutes ago so "

" if we could've just reached here on damn time " draco groaned, his head thudding back over the back of the bus stop wall.

" doesn't do good to dwell upon what's gone" harry said as he too pushed his head against the wall on his back

Draco hummed staring up at the ceiling, enjoying the momentary silence.

" can I ask you something ?" Harry asked after a few minutes of silence to cut the boredom. Draco had almost shut off his eyes when he lowly sighed, humming for him to go on.

"why did you had to be such a prat back in school ? Like there's nothing wrong with you anymore, you're nice, people like you, but you just bullied the hell out of people earlier! Did you enjoy doing that ?" Harry asked curiously gazing at Draco on his side.

Hearing the question, draco uplifted his head turning to harry" by people you meant you ?"

" me, my friends. Gryffindor's " harry frowned in approval.

" well I didn't bully gryffindor's as much as I bullied you and your friends. I never did it a lot quite frankly but I understand where it's coming from. However I do wish I had a better answer than I was just a stupid kid " draco shrugged

" stupid kid till you were 15 ? Really ? Doesn't seem so! I mean as far as I remember you were really sharp, you still are but still"

" yeah, I was just a stupid kid that's all. Although I did hated your guts, the praise you got for being the chosen one, how everyone just sort of moved away for you to walk upon kind of thing. Which of course was the time I never thought rationally about how it also created some really unrealistic expectations for you. Always thought you had it easy until I heard about you being on the run during the war " draco explained gazing forward with a small wrinkled smile over his face.

" oh yeah, what changed you mind when I was on the run?" Harry grinned curiously.

" I just sort of- I don't know understood a little. A large part of me wanted to just run away which by the way was what I thought back then, I had no idea you were on a mission. Well when were you not quite frankly. Anyways, when the news of you being the undesirable no. 1 Started printing out and how I sat through all the dinners of listening people framing your death, It just occurred to me then that even if I felt you had it all, there were people so aggravated to take all of it away from you. Think I was always a bit jealous until now I'm just jealous of how great friends you have " draco ended with a small smile turning his head towards him only for a moment before pressing his head back against the wall.

" see I always knew you weren't that bad " harry jokingly poked draco sides.

" it tickles, don't " draco chuckled

" if you would've been this nice during the first year, I would've shook your hands " harry said as he leaned a little over draco's side in a friendly manner.

Draco smiled at harry. It was in moments like these that draco remebered that harry isn't the person he always thought he was, it was then when he realised that harry was infact just like him, just a bit different and that maybe, he could allow himself to like him, if a little bit.

" mine is understandable, why were you a jerk ?" Draco asked

" because you were a jerk. You just always had to prove you were better and it just always made me want to put you out. Stupid rivalry " harry smiled, resting his eyes out of exhaustion.

Restless draco too shut his eyes for a few moments when without thinking and without looking he asks " do you think, If things had been right, if we weren't such assholes, you'd want to be friends with me ?"

Harry remained silent for seconds, that draco had almost assumed he had fallen asleep until harry continued " it's hard to imagine that way. You being you, me being me. We would've been terrible friend's but even if we wanted to, I think we would've hit a rough patch where we would've had to go separate ways and I don't think either of us would be able to handle that "

" and why is that ?"

" because what we would've been would not had been ordinary " harry yawned as he allowed himself to lean over draco comfortably, taking draco by surprise but didn't try to push harry away whatsoever.

" we're extraordinary then ?" Draco asked smirking, tilting his head a Little towards harry.

" not we, you " harry yawned again before draco heard his breath fading to sleep. And he didn't try to wake him up again, out of sheer embarassment of blushing at Harry's compliment or out of shock, draco didn't know, he didn't even wanted to.

When the bus finally arrived, Draco only woke harry for a couple of minutes until the got on the bus and occupied the last seats and then allowed harry to sleep again. Frowning to himself, draco realised he didn't feel the weight over his shoulder. He turned his head to see Harry's head over the sleeping person besides them. Unsatisfied, quietly and gently draco made harry lean over him. If draco had only known, harry had smiled in victory at the small gesture.

It took them almost another half and hour to finally reach a motel to stay in, much to their disadvantage Only a single bed.

" come on we're adults, we can share, can't we ?" Harry asked still a bit sleepy from before.

" I mean- i-if that's what you want. I could sleep on the- well- chair " draco stuttered, blushing. Thank goodness for the dark red room.

" nonsense. Just take a side and we'll just collapse" harry sighed.

After much contemplation, they finally decided to share the bed, draco taking the left side while harry got stuck with the right. Tired from the mission and travel, draco had almost falled asleep when he heard hustling on other side of the bed.

" whats up you kicky ?" Draco hummed

"I- nothing" harry sighed but didn't stop hustling.

" what is it ? " Draco asked again, turning towards harry now.

Harry looked at him, pondering over and over whether he should tell or not, until he decided, not much worse could happen so " I need an extra pillow "

" are you sure ? Your neck would probably hurt-"

" it's not for that" harry sighed " you see, I always hug a pillow to sleep, it's embarrassing I know, but I just can't sleep without it " he added.

Draco from 10 Years would've chortled to death but now, he fondly smiled at harry before he sat upright and called the reception for an extra pillow.

" thank you "

" what happened ?"

" yeah- they don't have it. Something about laundry " draco replied, putting off the phone away.

" nevermind then " harry sighed as he turned his back to draco and tried to sleep again.

Draco felt almost thumped by the way harry felt, until he couldn't believe he suggested something so outrageous " we could cuddle for a while. I mean I am a cuddly sleeper so won't be a problem to me. Unless it's awkward for you "

Harry turned around grinning before nodding, kiddishly. Moments later, harry and draco had finally tucked under the sheets, close enough when harry put his arm around the front of draco's and asked " would you do something for me ?"

Draco hummed.

" remind me to seize my moment tomorrow morning before it's too late " harry replied

Draco smiled knowingly " I will "

And then just before sleeping harry whispered " you're shit at lying by the way "

Draco smiled in his half Awaken state, knowing he got caught but for once, it didn't matter. For once, lying was worth it..

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years

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HASO “Evidence.”

Still working on the trial arc, and sorry I am late in posting. I had to go to work at seven and am trying to write in between helping guests.

CREDIT and a THANK YOU to one of my amazing discord community members Eddi, who has been working for the last few months on the audio visual and transcript logs seen here. I did not write them, Eddi wrote them an was kind enough to let me use them in this story. I loved it and thought it brought a lot of authenticity to the story by bringing in an outside voice.

WARNING: GRAPHIC blood, gore, and bodily mutilation. The Steel eye project development is VERY horrible, so don’t read if that is something that bothers you.

It was a beautiful day.

The sky was a bright eggshell blue stratified with only the occasional cirrus cloud highlighting the sky with a touch of distant white. The sun was bright though the temperature was moderate only in the mid eighties.

Swimmers could be seen as distant pinpoints of light and froth on the surface of lake Geneva. Voices echoed up from the city coerced mostly by the purring of hover-car engines.

Towering white buildings rose high into the sky adding height instead of width to a city that had not grown outside its own borders for the past thousand years other than to go up.

Itw as a more environmentally efficient way to build, and left the countryside untouched by the scars of infrastructure and humanity.

Adam stared out the window for a long moment wishing for the peaceful embrace of the skies and the roaring of a jet engine. A soft whimper at his leg, and he looked down to see Waffles sitting at his heel, her head tilted back to look up at him. WHen he didn’t immediately respond to her she whined again and scooted closer, her paws making soft clicking sounds on the wood flooring below.

Finally he reached down and scratched her behind the ears.

She could sense his agitation, and it was clear that she didn’t much like it.

He couldn’t blame her.

He didn’t like it either. He sighed and turned his head away from the do and he window, back to the mirror in front of which he now stood. He didn’t see himself.

The man in the mirror was tall, straight backed with sharply trimmed and styled hair, jaw squared and raised. Both eyes were green though one expanded and contracted like the appriture of a camera. The expression on the man’s face was stern and unyielding.

He looked…. Like his father.

He had never seen much of a resemblance between them, but now he could certainly see it.

It didn’t help that the stars on his uniform seemed to add an extra ten years to his age.

With a soft sigh, he pulled his captain’s cap down snuggly onto his head and whistled low for his dog.

She fell into a perfect heel at his side, and he clipped the leash onto her colla.

Her black service vest was strapped on tight with a pair of doggie saddlebags on either side carrying water bottles. Waffles always liked having a job to do, and a little extra work would help to keep her relaxed during the trial rather than antsy.

She was going to have to stay very still for a very long time for the next few days.

“Ready girl.”

Her tail thumped against the floor at his voice.

“At least that makes one of us.”

He transferred her elash to his left end, though he didn’t technically need it, and led her out of the bedroom and into the large living room. It was a lot of hotel room for just one man. He would have been fine enough with a double queen personally, but he supposed if the UNSC was paying there was no reason to argue otherwise.

It felt strange, going to a hotel on the UNSC’s Dime to testify against the UNSC in one of the biggest trials of the century.

His stomach churned.

Waffles nosed his hand.

Dr Krill floated down from his examination of the chandelier, “I admire human artistry, but pragmatism is still my preferred way of living.” he motioned around the room, “A bit opulent.”

Adam nodded his agreement, “You can say that again. I haven’t slept on a bed that big in my life.” In all honesty, he was trying to keep his mind off of what was to come. He didn’t really care about the bed and certainly didn’t know if he had ever slept in a bed that large.

He sort of doubted it, he was in the UNSC after all.

A knock came on the door and he turned reaching for the handle and pulling it open. The driver from yesterday was waiting for him, his suit pristine. He bowed slightly, “The car is waiting for you, sir.”

He nodded, and motioned the other man to lead the way.

The man nodded and thanked him, stepping down the hall and leading them down into the lobby. They got a lot of looks as they made their way down, most likely because of krill, though his uniform might have caught some attention.

He was led out towards the car and slid into the back seat, suddenly surprised to find that he wasn’t alone.

“Admiral Kelly!”

��Good morning, Adam.”

“What are you doing here.”

“I am here to witness the trial. UNSC representatives thought it would be best if some of the newer brass came to oversee proceedings.”

He quickly looked out the window, suddenly remembering which side of the conflict this was on.

A hand rested on his arm, “I’m not here to make you feel bad about your decision, Admiral. You’re doing what needs to be done.”

He sighed and nodded, “I… thank you ma’am.”

“You sure this is something you are ready for.”

He paused and then shook his head, “No… I’m not ready, and I never will be.” She went to open her mouth but he stopped her, “But I’m the only one we have, so I will do what it takes.”

The car went silent as it slowly accelerated into the early morning traffic.

It was going to be a very long day.

Admiral Kelly turned to look at Krill speaking with him quietly while Adam looked out the window.

He wasn’t in the mood for talking right now though he knew how odd that was.

His stomach continued to churn as they drove through the streets heading towards the outskirts of the city where the Geneva court had been built just over 200 years ago.

The last buildings on the outskirts of town went by and their first view of the court appeared in the car window. It was made in the classic greco-roman style with large white pillars and sloped rooftop and carvings on the top that depicted all the deities of justice ever conceived by historial religion, all cast and depicted in marble.

The thoroughfare up to the building was long and wide with a decorative reflecting pool at the center and a set of daunting steps leading up to the ornate front doors.

The grounds were meticulously kept with hedges shrub and flowering bushes, with what must have been miles and miles of water features and fountains off to the side.

It was a beautiful location, and it seemed that visitors found it a nice spot to rest while they enjoyed touring the sites.

He didn’t see much in the beauty today.

This was the UN supreme court, and the history of Geneva made this place hallowed in ways that made the court case for today all the more poignant.

The car pulled to a stop before the doors and a few gloved attendants stepped forward sharply dressed and opened the doors with almost militaristic precision as Admiral Vir and Admiral Kelly stepped out.

Waffles followed at his heels

He knew as soon as he stepped onto the marble steps that he wanted to leave, an the only thing that kept him there was the memory of those faces…. All the people counting on him back at the house, all the people who had never been given a chance to recover like he had.

He took a deep breath and ford himself up the steps and towards the front doos where a group of people were already congregating.

There were a few reporters there, without cameras, waiting to attend in the audience and record the proceedings for their news stories and daytime television. A few of them snapped discrete photos of him as he passed and was led through the wide double doors into the expansive inner hallway with a beautifully muraled ceiling and a line of decorative plants down the side.

Voices echoed inside the building, rising up around him to bounce off the marble.

The voices themselves were indistinct and difficult to understand as he made his way further into the room.

Men in suits lined the walls.

He eyed them critically wondering if any of them happened to be the defence.

A hand was placed on his shoulder, and he quickly turned to eye another attendant, who had evidently been trying to get his attention, “Right this way sir.”

He nodded and was led through the halls and into a nearby antichamber.

A wand was passed over his body.

“Please hold out your arm , sir.”

He did as ordered and watched as his forearm implant was temporarily deactivated.

“The room is completely radio proof, sir. No signals go in or out. If you must make a call, I urge you to take it during the court recess.”

“Understood.”

“Please step inside and sit on the second row on the right side behind the prosecution.

He did as ordered, and stepped into another wide curving room.

It was much bigger than he would have thought, two stories high with amphitheater seats, and a massive curving desk at the front where nine Geneva court judges would be seated on their entrance.

There was no jury.

The Geneva court judges would be the jury for trial at this time.

Law practices had changed a lot since world war III but there was still some semblance of the old ways that still lingered on.

He took his seat, waffles grumbling softly as he slid onto the ground beside him.

Two people in suits followed him inside one in a dark blue suit and brown shoes, the other in pinstriped balck.

The one in blue was a woman, dressed sharply, her hair pulled back into a bun so tight you could have strummed out a tune on the hairs. She paused next to Adam and held out a hand, “Admiral Vir, we spoke over the phone.”

“Ms. Trevor.”

She nodded and motioned to the man, “And my partner Mr. Jackson. I trust you understand your purpose here today?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Jackson lifted his head, “Our case here is solid, admiral. This case isn’t about who is going to be punished for what happened, but about how long they will be punished, not to mention it is likely to set up some new legislation for the ethical creation and use of military hardware. Once we are done, something like this is unlikely to ever happen again.”

He wasn’t entirely sure he believed that, but he nodded and let them take their seats in the desk before him.

Waffles whimpered and prodded at his hands with her nose.

He stroked a hand over her big pointed ears.

The courtroom filled up within the next hour, and, Looking across the room, he saw a line of men and women sitting on the second row of the defence. Something about them put him on edge.

He had a feeling they were the scientists.

They were the ones who had developed the steel eye armor.

“All rise! For the honorable Geneva court judges!”

The entire room took to their feet as the nine judges filed out of a back chamber and stepped onto the floor. All of them wore traditional black robes with white collars as had been tradition for nearly thousand of years. They took their seats with a mass shuffling.

“Please be seated.”

The room shuffled back into place.

The head judge,at the center of the table leaned forward.

“On this day June 24, 4024 we open the Geneva Court case of The People VS UNSC Biomechanics Division. the court will begin by hearing opening statements from the council.”

Council for the prosecution stood, shuffling her papers once before stepping up to the lectern.

“Honorable judges and members of the court, today we are here to present evidence against a faction of the UNSC scientific division for gross ethical violations, torture, and pruposeful endangerment of human life. Evidence suggests over 29 killed, over 21 critically injured, maimed, or permanently crippled, and over 61 with lasting mental trauma. This is not counting over 50 Steel eye soldiers coerced without prior knowledge, into participation in the program, 30 of which are now deceased 15 of which have lasting mental trauma, and five that, while functional, still feel the effects today. Today we will be presenting, written documents, video recordings, and audio files from prior testing as well as first hand witnesses of both the testing and the war as well as expert witness from the scientist who read and compiled the files before trial. What was done to these men and women constitute as war crimes and their victims deserve compensation and closure for what was done to them.”

She stepped back from the podium and nodded.

The defence stood and made their way to the podium in turn, “Your honors, and members of the court, while it is true that some unfortunate incidents happened during testing and development of the steel eye project, there is ample evidence to prove that none of these men or women were coerced against their will into participation. All subjects were volunteer and duly informed before proceedings began. Furthermore, scientific ethics had not advanced far enough at the time to cover weather or not what they were doing was an ethical violation. The Defence is not asking for complete vindication for the accused, but the sum of what happens is surely less than war crimes.”

They took their seat.

Adam wasn’t a lawyer, but he knew which opening statement he liked more. Now maybe he was biased, but certainly he felt that one presented greater amounts of evidence than the other. Of course it was up to the prosecution to show evidence that would convince the judges, beyond a reasonable doubt, that these men and women were guilty.

He listened to some more speaking, half falling asleep and assuming maybe this would be as bad as he thought it would when one of the prosecution stepped back up to the podium.

“The prosecution presents time stamped dated and logged evidence to the court for consideration. The first testing log we wish to present is from the eighteenth of October 4016 and overseen by Dr. Tato Nkosi written as log number 23.”

Experimental Log #023:

So far we have not experimented with a human subject, All the sample tests and simulations indicate that there should be no interference with normal function nor create any feedback loops that could induce seizures. This is the first human testing that we will be doing. We have noticed that the animal testing resulted in significant irritation and irrational behavour from the subjects, We however suspect this was because they were unawares of the reason for the implantations.

The subject is unconscious for the process of implantation to prevent movement.

-recording break-

The subject reacted violently to the implant, removing it in a highly violent manner while screaming and trying to injure any nearby scientists. We expected some level of resistance, but this indicates far more sensitivity than expected. Further testing will be required.

“The council for the prosecution wishes to present the audio/visual log.” A light flickers on as a video clip begins reeling.

Audiovisual Log Transcript:

The subject wakes suddenly, seeming to be woken by extreme pain. Screaming almost instantly and scrabbling at implant on their hand and wrist. Subject seems to be attempting to remove the implant. One of the scientists attempts to calm the subject only to be beaten by the subject who continues screaming. The scientist retreats from the subject just as the subject finally removes the test implant by ripping it from the subjects skin, tearing with it the subjects local nervous system along with large sections of the subjects musculature and ligaments. Seeming relieved at the lack of contact with the implant, the subject sinks to its knees. The subject is losing significant amount of blood, though we suspect the subject is unaware of this as large sections of the nervous system is still attached to the implant. The subject appears to be in shock as it observes its ruined lower arm and hand. The subject has resumed screaming and is now trying to get the scientists attention to fix its ruined lower arm and hand. The subject is sedated and arm treated. The recording ends here.

Adam throws a hand up over his face feeling bile rise into his mouth at the image seared into his brain. Muscle and ligament dangling uselessly against a steel eye prototype. He felt a bit lightheaded but takes a deep breath in and out to calm his breathing. All around the room there are gasps of shock and disgust. A few people stand to leave the room unable to witness any more.”

The council steps forward, “This was the first log in a recorded series of proceeding logs with similar effects. We know in experimentation that accidents happen all the time, and we might have considered forgiveness if the experimentation had stopped here. Clearly implementation on human test subjects was not ready, as evidenced by the animal’s discomfort. Perhaps if they had stopped here, some measure of understanding might have been allowed. But they continued past this point with full knowledge that this sort of catastrophic event could happen. This test subject will never regain full use of his hand. Instead of stopping the experiment like hey should, the scientists determined that the use of painkillers was in order to make the subject operational. For this the prosecution calls expert witness Dr. Alexander Gladstone to the witness stand.”

On the bench to his side, a man stands slicking back his salt and pepper hair as he moves to sit in the witness stand and is sworn in.

“Dr. Gladstone, tell us a little of your credentials.”

“Of course, I received my PHD in Biomechanical interface and Engineering as well as an additional PHD in Mechanised robotics. I have worked as the head scientist for the UNSC testing division for nearly five years now after my predecessor quit. I helped to re-engineer this project under Iron eye as a step forward from the Steel eye project in a more controlled and ethical environment. I am also the scientists who reviewed these logs and compiled them for analysis today.”

“Thank you Dr. Now, may I ask why these scientists would have chosen to implement a drug dosage?”

“To understand why they had to do this, you must also understand the steel eye project itself. Steel eye was designed to enhance the strength, speed and durability of the wearer. We already have exo suits designed for use in factory and industrial settings, however the main issue we run into in a combat setting is that the machine responds too slow. The nodes detect electrical impulses from the muscles and then have to fire following that meaning the subject has already begun moving almost seconds in advance of the machine. Steel eye was created to integrate the machine directly into the body to intercept nerve impulses before the muscles even fire, thus making the wearer faster, and the augment making them stronger. To do this you have to make a direct interface with the nervous system. They first implemented small microfivers which would wrap themselves around the nerves in question to detect electrical signals. These were designed to cluster primarily along the spine but have additional nodes in the major muscle groups. However, direct stimulation of a nerve or nerve cluster sends signals to the brai nthat are interpreted as…. Unbelievable agony, which is likely the agitation that they were seeing in the animal test subjects. However, with a high enough drug dosage, you can mitigate these effects, or distract the brain enough to keep the wearer functional for some time.”

He sat back in his seat.

“And in iron eye, how did you get around this problem?”

“Subdermal implants that do not require direct contact with the nerve endings themselves.”

“And does Iron eye cause any significant damage to the wearer?”

“No sir, the only danger is an infection of the implants, but that is with almost any implanted medical devise.”

“The subjects have no pain.”

“A general soreness that goes away within two to three days.”

“So in my understanding it is clear that there were alternatives to their original course of action. They could have pulled back and tried to implement a way to mitigate the pain rather than mask it with drug dosages?”

“Certainly.”

“But that isn’t what they did.”

“No.”

“The prosecution presents Transcript 27 to the court for viewing.”

Experimental log #27:

We have begun testing various drugs to suppress the pain, this test is with acetaminophen, commonly referred to as Codeine.

As per usual the subject was implanted while unconscious and atop this it was given a high dose of codeine prior to it awaking.

-recording break-

It appears that while the subject was capable of withstanding the pain from the implant for a longer period of time than our previous subjects However the subject clearly seemed to suffer increasing mental instability as the sensations returned, culminating in the subject violently trying to destroy the implant. Learning from prior experiments and in an attempt to reduce harm to the scientists, the subject was left alone while it was in this state and no attempt was made to aid the subject.

Adam turned his head away unable to stomach what was coming next. His hands were sweating terribly. He felt cold and weak. He had seen horrible things in war and in his time, but watching this… .watching steel eye. It was just too much.

His mouth had gone dry, and his skin was hot as if he had a fever.

The dog nosed his hand but he barely acknowledged her.

Audio-visual log transcript:

The transcript begins once the Codeine begins to wear off.

The subject begins by itching at the area around the implant, the reaction is far less violent than the prior subjects. After several minutes of ever more irritated scratching and aggressive tugging at the implant and plaintive noises the subject began to violently bash the implant against the wall. Growing ever more violent with the abuse of the implant. This continues till the test implant is mangled and ruined with the subject pulling the mangled chunks of metal off their skin, this however seems not to alleviate the subjects pain and irritation. This is likely due to the destruction of the implant not removing the interfacing needles The subject continued to scratch and pull at its skin, the plaintive noises slowly becoming screams of pain. This action continued without interruption from the scientists till the subject had torn most of the skin of its arm and taken chunks out of its musculature, the subject finally passed out from pain or blood loss after several minutes of self mutilation.

The room spun around him, and he took a few long, deep breaths hoping that it would stop.

He wast sure he could survive another few hours of this.

He wasn’t sure at all

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bos-ingit · 5 years

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11/11/11 Tag Game

I have finally done it. I was tagged twice by @bookenders and now I have completed all 22 questions. So this will be a long post, you’ve been warned. Here’s a little insight of me.

Rules:

Ask 11 questions, answer 11 questions (my case 22) and tag 11 people. I’m probably not going to tag 11 people.

First I’ll have my 11 question here:

Has writing always been your main interest or where you drawn to other paths?

What’s your favourite movie genre? Does it different from your reading taste?

What is your Hogwarts House?

If you could be any animal for a week what animal would you be and why?

How do you deal with writer’s block?

Do you use any tools to help you write, such as music, images ecetara?

What are you top recommended books?

Do you have any interests that most people don’t know about?

Which fictional world would you choose to live in if you could?

Where in the world would you most like to visit?

Do you share your writings with close friends and family?

Okay, I hope you enjoy me question. I couldn’t help adding in a Harry Potter related questions. Now for my answers!

What kind of stories always get you right in the feels? What makes u cri evrytiem?

Loss and self sacrifice. Anything where a character I have grown to love and am attached to dies I’m in tears. Sometimes I have to step away before I can return to that world.

Do you keep notes around for your stories? How do you organize them? Yes I do. I keep notebooks usually specific to what I’m working on. The notes I keep in them however mostly vary from WIP to WIP. I do outlines or beat sheets (if you know what those are) and keep them in labelled folders.

What’s the nerdiest trinket/swag/item you own?

I own a lot of nerdy stuff, tough choice for what’s the nerdiest. I’m gonna go with my Harry Potter collection. I have two different Hogwarts house robes (points if you can guess which ones), three house ties, a Hufflepuff scarf, Hermione’s wand and more. Extra points if anyone can guess what my House is!

What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever written? When I was in year 6 (age 9-10) I wrote two stories about a vampire called Bob for a school assignment. One set in a river and the other on a mountain. Bob is a strange vampire, for starters his coffin lay on the bottom of a river.

What was your favorite story/kids book when you were little? What do you think of it now?

I remember my favourite story being from this collection of bedtime stories and it was the wolf and the seven little goats. I don’t know why but I remember younger me asking for it to be read to me as my bedtime story. Well now I know the story is a little different than the children’s version, doesn’t mean I dislike it. However now that I’m older I have moved onto other stories.

Do you have a “writing outfit?”

I don’t have a specific outfit but anything comfortable qualifies as a writing outfit for me, mainly pyjamas.

What book (that you’ve read) would you say was your favorite to impress someone? What book would you say is your favorite to a young kid?

One thing I’d like to say is I’d never say a book is my favourite with the intention to impress someone. My favourite book at the moment is Northern Lights and not just cos I’ve read it recently. I’ve always felt this weird draw to Philip Pullman even before I read any of his writing. To a young kid I would say Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. Have to contribute to the next generation of witches and wizards.

How do you bookmark pages in a physical book? Dog ear? Actual bookmark? Random nearby item?

I used to be someone who dogeared and then I read a post that changed my mind about that method. Now I prefer to use an actual bookmark. If there isn’t one about I’ll use a random bit of paper.

Do you reread your favorite books/stories?

I do when the mood hits me. The Harry Potter series is one I’ve been meaning to do. So far I’ve reread Philosopher's stone three times in the past year. I’m doing well as you can tell.

Do you read literary magazines?

I don’t but I know I should.

Do you like graphic novels/comics? Which ones?

Yes, although I haven’t read any recently. I’m a huge Harley Quinn and Batman in general fan, so I read her most recent series for awhile as well as Suicide Squad. I’ve also read two stand alone Joker graphic novels: The Killing Joke and Joker. Both amazing and would recommend, if you’re into that sort of thing.

What would you do for a Klondike bar? It’s probably because I’m British but I don’t know what I Klondike bar is. Would anybody like to tell me? Am I missing out on something?

When do you title your WIPs? It is the first thing you do? The last? Does it come to you during drafting?

On my screenwriting we were taught to always name our work, it is our baby it deserves a name. Most of the time that name changes during drafting but naming has become on of the first things I do.

How many inside jokes do you put in your WIP(s)? I haven’t put any as of yet. The possibility for that happening in future is certain.

Your WIP’s antagonist is now The Riddler. How do your OCs handle that?

My WIP I’ll use for this is Welcome to Crestwood Moore. My protagonist Alice would love it, she’s sees herself as an amatuer detective. Being clever she’d bounce from one riddle to the next with ease. Her boyfriend Connor on the other hand would be more interested in watching her. Enjoying her delight in solving one riddle after another. Victoria, Alice’s best friend, would help but at the same time be trying to mislead her because she’s got secrets. And finally Alice’s brother Lewis would be kidnapped by now Riddler antagonist. Being in their company I’m pretty sure he’d rather they just end his misery rather then listen to the endless monologuing and boasting.

Do you use sticky notes? I do not but I do believe they are useful.

Laptop or desktop? I tend to switch. Sometimes I’m in a laptop phase and then I go through a desktop phase. I guess it depends on where my desktop is located. At the moment I would choose my laptop.

Your OC is a wrestler. What’s their hype music? Alice would be great as a wrestler, she does have superpowers though, so not so fun for her opponents. I’m honestly draw to Spice Girls Wannabe for her. She really wants to ziggy zig ahhh.

Do you own any craft books/books on writing? I own Save the Cat. A screenwriting book I would recommend to anyone.

What’s your favorite book cover? A favourite book cover?! There are so many book covers out there. I couldn’t possibly choose just one.

How many unread books do you have sitting around right now? Which are you most excited to maybe get to eventually some time?

Quite a few. Exactly how many I don’t know. I’m most looking forward to The Interview with Vampire. It’s patiently waiting for me to finish His Dark Materials series.

How committed are you to your outline(s)? Not very. With each new draft it drifts further and further away from the first finished outline anyway.

And there we go! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Thank you again @bookenders for tagging me.

The people I’m going to take are: @awritinglen @radiowrites @mouwwie @narwhal-writings @ladycravenheart

I’m sorry if I tag you when you don’t wished to be tagged but do have fun if you decide to tack part!

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daphnewritings · 3 years

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Chapter 8: Gingerbread

Summary: Draco is a hoe for Christmas

Warnings: Descriptions of past house elf abuse :(

Word Count: 3.5k

- Chapter 7 / Chapter 9 -

No matter what Draco did after the match, he couldn’t seem to knock Potter down a peg.

For a week afterwards, Draco tried to get everyone laughing at his impression of Potter swallowing the Snitch whole like some sort of wide-mouthed tree frog, but no one seemed to care beyond his friends. And even they seemed to grow tired of his antics fast. They were all too impressed at the way Potter had managed to stay on his bucking broomstick.

This vexed Draco even more. Just because Potter was able to hold on when his broomstick decided to kill him out of nowhere didn’t make him some sort of star Quidditch player, or so he told anyone who would listen, which was basically no one outside of Crabbe and Goyle.

Maybe if he’d tried to murder Potter himself with a broomstick, people would’ve paid more attention to him.

Even Theo had grown tired of him. “Listen, Dray, don’t you think this might be coming from something besides everyone thinking Potter is a good Quidditch player? Like, maybe, say, anything else?”

“No, this is about Potter getting undue adulation for doing the bare minimum!”

Theo had just sighed heavily, “Of course it is. It’s always that with you.”

But nothing seemed to bother Potter. As the ice on the grounds turned to snow when November ended and December arrived, Draco decided that it would be best to fall back on old habits to get under Potter’s skin, like bumping him in the halls and causing the books he was carrying to fly everywhere, or turning his pumpkin juice into pond scum from across the Great Hall.

But with the holidays just around the corner, Draco noticed something that added a little bit of extra Christmas cheer to his last week at Hogwarts before break began.

On Monday, Professor McGonagall had passed around lists to all the house tables at breakfast so that the students could either sign up to stay at Hogwarts over the winter break or go home for the holidays on the Hogwarts Express. Draco, of course, had signed up to take the train home. Idly, he’d wondered what Potter was doing for the holidays, so he’d made a detour before heading off to his classes to look at the Gryffindor lists.

Mingling within the crowd of Gryffindors, he looked over the shoulder of an older student and his eyes widened in surprise.

One of the lists, the one that many of the students were gathering around, was the one to reserve a seat on the train home. The other, a much shorter roll of parchment, was the one for students who wished to stay behind.

And Potter’s name was on the list to stay behind.

Smiling deviously, Draco weaved back through the crowd of students and stepped out of the Great Hall. Pansy and Theo were waiting for him besides the staircase that led to the upper floors of the castle so they could head to their History of Magic class together.

They were both looking at him weird when he joined them, and they started climbing the stairs together. “What?” he asked.

“Well, it’s just that-” Theo started to say.

“You haven’t been this happy about something in weeks,” Pansy interrupted.

Draco shrugged, the pep in his step evident. “Maybe I’m just excited for the holidays.”

They definitely didn’t believe him, but considering this might have been the first conversation they were having that didn’t involve Harry Potter since the Quidditch match, they were willing to let it slide.

“So, I take it that you signed up to go home for Christmas?” Theo asked.

“Christmas isn’t the only holiday celebrated in December, Theo,” Pansy snapped.

“Oh, sorry Pans,” Theo said sheepishly. “I forgot. Did you already start lighting your candles in your dorm?”

Draco let them continue the conversation around him as the wheels turned in his mind. Why was Potter staying at Hogwarts over the holidays?

As the week progressed, Draco came to the only possible conclusion. Potter’s muggle family didn’t want him to come home. It was the only answer that made sense. They never sent him anything, not even a note, so they obviously didn’t care to check with how he was doing. They hadn’t even sent him any money to buy a broomstick, since it was McGonagall who had brought his Nimbus 2000 for him.

Bloody hell, Draco thought, did they like him at all?

So, during the last Potions class on the Friday before break started, Draco used this newfound information to his advantage. If there was one thing that would get a rise out of Potter, it was any mention of his family.

Halfway through class, Draco sighed dramatically, knowing that everyone in the near silent room heard him. Stirring his Wiggenweld Potion deftly, twenty-one times clockwise and one time counterclockwise, Draco said, “I do feel bad for those who have to stay at Hogwarts over Christmas,” he looked over his shoulder and met Potter’s eyes across the room, “because they aren’t wanted at home.”

Crabbe and Goyle both chuckled as Draco smiled at Potter. But, to Draco’s irritated surprise, Potter didn’t react at all in the way he expected. He just smiled back at Draco and returned to his own potion. There wasn’t even the slightest hint of an embarrassed blush on his cheeks.

Feeling his lips turn downwards in a frown, Draco returned to his own potion, stirring it counterclockwise and then back to clockwise. Unable to fathom the reason for anyone to not want to be with their family during the holidays, his aggravation from before returned. It seemed that it really was true. He had lost his touch in pissing off Potter.

But maybe he could still go after his Weasel.

As the class drew to an end and he once again received top marks from Snape, Draco slung his bag over his shoulder and followed the Gryffindors out into the hall where the opportunity presented itself in the form of a wall of pine needles.

“Hagrid, want any help with this?” Draco heard Weasley call in the direction of a loud puffing sound that could be heard from the other side of the wall of green.

“Nah, thanks, Ron. I’ve got this handled,” Hagrid called back.

Draco rolled his eyes. “Trying to make some extra money, Weasley? Maybe gain some experience for yourself so you can be gamekeeper some day?” Smiling as he checked his nails, he continued offhandedly, “I supposed Hagrid’s hut must seem like a palace compared to what your family is used to.”

Weasley turned at lightning speed and shoved Draco bodily up against the wall behind him. Draco, wasting only a moment on surprise that he’d been able to rile Weasley up so quickly, already had his wand digging into the underside of Ron’s chin between the fists he had currently wrapped in the front of Draco’s robes.

“Weasley!” Draco heard Snape yell from behind them. Ron immediately released Draco and took a step back, panting hard from barely restrained rage. Draco just smiled coolly at him, lowering his wand and stowing it in the folds of his robe only after Potter had yanked him back another step so he was practically standing within the massive tree.

“He was provoked, Professor Snape,” Hagrid said from where he’d stuck his head above the tree to see what was going on. “Malfoy was insultin’ his family.”

“Whether Malfoy did or did not do as you say, Hagrid, fighting is against the rules,” Snape said, his voice quietly dangerous. “Five points from Gryffindor, Weasley, and be glad I’m feeling generous and it’s not detention as well. Now move along, all of you.”

Draco smirked at Weasley and Potter, who’d wrapped a firm hand around Weasley’s upper arm to keep him from assaulting Draco further, and pushed his way through the wall of evergreen, scattering needles everywhere. The other Slytherin first years followed him through, and Theo fell into step beside him. “Are you okay?” he asked Draco lowly.

“Of course,” Draco bit back, “I’m not made of porcelain, Theo.”

The train ride back to King’s Cross from Hogwarts was much more fun than in September when Draco had had only Crabbe and Goyle to talk to. The Slytherin first years had laid claim to two compartments across from each other on the train, leaving their sliding doors open so they could walk back and forth whenever they wanted, or just simply yell to get whatever they needed from the other side of the corridor.

Draco, who mainly occupied a spot between Theo and Pansy on the ride back, had only stood up to buy everyone sweets from the trolly witch for Christmas (or Hannukah, in Pansy’s case). He was determined to forget all about Potter over winter break, and messing around with his friends as the winter wonderland landscape flashed past outside was a good way to start. Even Blaise hadn’t been able to resist getting in on the mischief, accepting dares to try certain odd colored Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans and laughing with the rest of the group when Crabbe and Goyle inevitably did something ridiculous.

When they arrived at King’s Cross, Draco piled off the train with the rest of his friends, lugging his trunk behind him. He saw his parents making their way towards him, pushing a cart that was meant for his things. Turning his back on them, he said goodbye to his friends, giving Theo and Pansy quick hugs before he accepted the shower of kisses and the tightest hug ever from his mother.

“We missed you so much, darling,” she said into his ear as she clutched him tightly to her, crushing his ribs.

“I missed you too, mother,” he gasped out, kissing her cheek. And it was the truth. He hadn’t realized until then, but he had missed his mother dearly, down to the scent of her Chanel perfume and her neatly rounded black nails, which were currently digging into the skin of his back.

His father on the other hand, simply smiled and clapped him on the shoulder as he loaded his trunk onto the cart and stood beside it waiting for his wife to calm herself. Draco didn’t mind though. His father just wasn’t an overly emotional man in public.

Appearances mattered to him.

After his mother had shed a tear or two, and maybe cracked one of his ribs, she finally composed herself enough for them to leave the platform and enter the non-magical world. His father pushed his trunk along while his mother kept her hand firmly on his shoulder, unwilling to part with him even for a moment.

They exited King’s Cross Station and Draco saw a long black ministry car was waiting for them. His father often used his sway at the ministry to curry favors like this. It would seem that the muggle car service they’d used when they dropped Draco off in September hadn’t agreed with his parents.

Leaving his trunk with a sharply dressed wizard in a black suit, he climbed into the back of the car behind his mother and was shortly followed by his father. And then they were off, the ministry car jumping to the head of lines at lights and gliding smoothly in-between traffic. Draco allowed his mother to pull him down into her lap so she could run her hands over his hair with soothing strokes, lulling him to sleep as she told him about their lives without him over the last few months.

“Wake up, Draco,” his father said, “we’re home.” Draco, startled quite thoroughly out of his nap, sat bolt upright. The car was just turning down the gravel path that led to the spiked black iron gates that guarded the entrance to Malfoy Manor. Draco nearly did a double take at the state of the Manor before him as the gates melted away, allowing the car to glide through.

The Manor had been transformed into a perfect Christmas painting. The sharp spires of the house and normally pristine hedgerows lining the drive were covered in a layer of glittering white snow. As the car pulled up to the front steps, Draco stepped out and stared up, and up, at the faces of two six-foot snowmen that stood on either side of the steps. His mother, or more likely Dobby on his mother’s orders, had lined every window with garlands of evergreen that made the air thick with the smell of fresh balsam. Two large wreaths also hung on the front doors, festooned with ribbons and tiny bells that jingled charmingly as his mother threw them open.

Draco was immediately hit with the sent of even more fresh spruce as he looked up at the tree that dominated the entryway. It was decked out entirely with gold ornaments and small candles that would never go out, filling the room with unexpected warmth.

“I decided to put a tree in every room this year,” his mother called over her shoulder as her kitten heels clicked away across the spotless dark wood floor. Draco hurried along after her, following the sound of her heels to the kitchen. “I also made sure that Dobby left the one in your chambers free of ornaments, dear. I know how much you like to decorate it yourself.” She beamed at him as he rounded the corner and descended the short stairs, making a beeline across the white and black checkered tile floor to the oven, which had just gone off with a loud ding!

Dobby appeared with a sudden pop! not a second later, pulling the door open and releasing the smell of warm ginger as he pulled out a tray of geometrically shaped gingerbread. “Master Draco is home just in time!” he squeaked as he tried his best to bow without dropping the cookies onto the floor.

Cookies that looked distinctly like the sides of a gingerbread house.

Draco looked up at his mother with raised brows. “I thought you didn’t like it when I made gingerbread houses with Dobby. You said it wasn’t ‘proper’.” His mother waved him off with an air of indifference. “Come to think of it, you said the same thing about me decorating my own tree.”

A few December’s ago, Draco had went along with his mother to Diagon Alley to pick up some presents and he’d spent at least ten minutes staring through the window of Sugarplum’s at the massive display of gingerbread houses. It had only taken a few hours of begging for his mother to relent and order Dobby to make one. Draco had snuck into the kitchen to watch and had ended up helping Dobby decorate the house with an overabundance of gumdrops and icing to his mother’s horror an hour later when she’d discovered them.

Draco had received a scolding he hadn’t forgotten about how Dobby was not to receive any help with any of his assignments around the house. However, what made it so unforgettable was Narcissa making him punish Dobby for letting him help.

It hadn’t been a fun experience.

Just as well, when his mother had decided he was also old enough to have a tree in his room the year before, Draco had ordered Dobby to leave the ornaments on the floor because he wanted to decorate the tree himself.

This had only gone slightly better than the gingerbread, since he’d figured out that ordering Dobby around had gotten him around the later punishment that he would be condemned too when Narcissa inevitably discovered what Draco had done.

Draco had still been scolded, but at least he hadn’t had to make Dobby put his fingers in the oven.

“I just figured that you would want to enjoy all the comforts of home while you were on break!” his mother said as she watched Dobby teeter his way across the kitchen from the pantry, ladened down with the various supplies he would need to make the icing for the gingerbread.

“Okay, well I’ll just be…upstairs in my room,” Draco said, unsure of how he should behave around this version of his mother.

“The gingerbread should be cooled within the hour, Master Draco!” Dobby wheezed from behind a giant bag of confection sugar.

“Yes, so don’t take long!” his mother called after his receding back. Draco just shook his head. Sure, he’d been gone for a couple of months, but he didn’t think he’d been at Hogwarts long enough for his mother to start losing her mind.

Returning to the entryway and taking the curving grand staircase up to the second floor, he turned right and walked in the opposite direction from his parent’s rooms until he reached the other end of the hall and let himself into his room. He smiled at the smaller Christmas tree that sat in the corner to the right of the fireplace and the large box of glittering ornaments next to it on the floor. That task would have to come later, because right now, the only thing he wanted to do was flop down, face first, onto his bed.

Which is exactly what he did.

Sighing, he rolled over onto his back after a moment and stared up at the ceiling.

It was too weird to be alone in a bedroom that he had all to himself. He half expected Crabbe and Goyle to burst through his door or see Blaise dozing, bored, in his favorite plush armchair.

Starting to feel antsy, Draco got up and changed out of his train clothes and into a grey sweatshirt and black sweatpants that he wouldn’t mind getting frosting on. His mother would surely have a conniption fit if she saw him in such disarray, but maybe he would be blessed with another holiday miracle and she wouldn’t care.

He almost made it a whole hour before Narcissa checked in on him and Dobby to see how they were progressing. As expected, when she did, she nearly fainted at the state of her kitchen. Draco could practically feel her holding herself back from ordering Dobby to start cleaning right that second, but as they were in the middle of decorating the candy cane forest that went next to the gumdrop maze, she just turned back around and walked out of the kitchen.

Draco was pretty sure he had frosting in his hair and at least two gumdrops somewhere in his pants, but he was having a blast. He couldn’t help himself. He loved Christmas and everything that went along with it. The sweets, the trees, the presents, the decorating, he just couldn’t get enough.

It was also pretty much the only extended period of time during the year when Draco saw his father smiling every day. For most of the year, Lucius could at best be described as unsympathetic, if not cold and distant, when they were in the comfort of Malfoy Manor. In public, Draco was lucky enough to receive the attention he wanted, if only for the sake of the perception of the Malfoy name.

Draco knew that the reason for this was because spending money was in his father’s wheelhouse of talents, so Christmas largely came easy for him. Cracking open his wallet as a form of showing love and affection towards his son was the only way Lucius knew how to be a father.

His mother was also known to become a little softer around the edges during the holiday season as well, showing more affection than usual towards his father and not being so demanding in her commands to Dobby.

It was just something in the air, with the snow that fell softly outside and how everything became dark much faster that encouraged the warm feelings that were usually absent the rest of the year in the Manor.

When Draco and Dobby finally finished the gingerbread house and were taking in the glory of their handiwork, Dobby smiled up at Draco and snapped his fingers. Dobby didn’t normally use his house elf magic within the confines of the Manor to clean up messes since Narcissa usually forbade it, something to do with “only wizards should be allowed to use magic”, but once again, the kitchen was spotless and gleaming, with the gingerbread monstrosity sitting in the middle of it all in its place of honor.

“That was fun, wasn’t it, Dobby?”

“Yes, of course, Master Draco!”

“Good,” Draco said, smiling down at the house elf. He pointed at his nose as he turned around to leave the cavernous kitchen. “By the way, Dobby, you missed a spot.”

“So sorry, Master!” Dobby squeaked, running his small hands over his long nose and wiping the glob of frosting off furiously.

Draco chuckled as he swiped an unused gingerbread man off the counter and munched on it until he was once again safely stowed away in his room. Brushing the crumbs off his hands, he rested them on his hips and took in the bare tree that stood before him.

“Alright,” he said to himself, “let’s see what I can do for you.” Draco proceeded to dump out the ornaments onto the rug by the fireplace and began to sort through them. He started to wonder what Potter was doing at Hogwarts, but shut that line of thought down quickly.

The only thing he needed to be focusing on right now was decorating this tree and not thinking about Potter in any way, shape, or form.

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#book one #dm #idk if you could tell #but i too am a hoe for christmas

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teamrnbw · 6 years

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RNBW v CAPA: The 4v4 Tag-Team Battle. (Part 3/3)

In an attempt to close the distance between herself and Aurelia, Rusty decided to use her Semblance to charge right at her. Aurelia used her Tommy gun to take a few potshots at the giant Faunus girl, and when she concluded that Rusty was nigh invulnerable when charging, simply gracefully sidestepped away to evade Rusty’s attack.

Exiting the Charge mode of her Semblance as fast as she could, Rusty took a swing at Aurelia with her ax, but the golden-haired young woman dived right under it with ease. Slashing at Aurelia more and more with as much power and speed as she could muster, Rusty grew more and more frustrated as Aurelia dodged them all with ease, reading all of Rusty’s movements before she could even make them. In between Rusty’s attacks, Aurelia struck with a mixture of punches, kicks, blocks and gunfire, slowly chipping away at Rusty’s Aura.

“Aww, looks like you’re too slow to keep up with me, Redwoods~” taunted Aurelia “Can’t you even do anything right? I guess not, since you didn’t have to do anything to get in here, while the rest of us actually worked for what we have, huh?!”

Angered, Rusty slammed her ax into the ground, sending rubble flying. Aurelia quickly jumped out of the way and fired several more rounds at Rusty, driving her back a bit.

“I don’t need you to like me- I’m only here to be the best Huntress I can be- to protect my friends and family! Why is it so important for either of us to be better than the other?! What matters is that we’re all here to learn how to help people and help each other to do that!” shouted Rusty.

Slightly shaken by Rusty’s words, Aurelia’s tone softened up a bit.

“Alright then, Redwoods. Let’s give each other a challenge we can learn from!” she responded.

With that, Aurelia ran back into the fray, continuing to dive under and jump over each of Rusty’s attacks, delivering more and more counterattacks each time,

“For starters on being a huntress, let’s see if you can even touch me! That’s your benchmark on whether or not you can handle things in the real world!” boasted Aurelia.

“Ohoho, you’re on, Allum! At least I’ve actually lived in the real world, rich girl!” joked Rusty.

“Ooh, sassy! Nice one!” laughed Aurelia, as she sidestepped past another ax swing and delivered a kick to Rusty’s chin. “Think you can put your money where your mouth is, then?”

At this point, the atmosphere in the arena was buzzing with the excitement of all the students present, and their teacher, no longer focusing any animosity towards each other but instead now completely caught up in the fight between Rusty and Aurelia. Hunstmen and huntresses on both sides were cheering as loud as they could for their friends.

Rusty hurled a grenade from her ax at Aurelia who somersaulted over it and landed behind Rusty, just barely using her shield to block the followup ax swing Rusty delivered.

“Ahaha! Almost got you that time!”

“You wish!” Aurelia laughed back.

However, as the futility of her situation progressed, Rusty’s mind was brimming with thoughts on how she was even going to beat Aurelia.

“Uggh, it’s like she knows what I’m going to do before I do it!” thought Rusty. “How am I going to beat that?? Unless- I try doing something she can’t dodge! Alright, let’s try taking a page out of Nappa’s book…”

Sensing that she wouldn’t be able to last much longer, Rusty decided to pull one last all-or-nothing gambit, using her Semblance to charge straight upwards until she reached the very top of the arena. Then, she kicked off the arena ceiling to gain momentum and charged back down to the ground at top speed, going into a power dive and plummeting to the earth like a bright orange meteor aimed right for Aurelia.

As the giant sphere of cracking orange Aura grew larger and larger as it headed right for her, all Aurelia could do was stand there helpless, like a deer in the headlights, her face frozen with fear of the inevitable.

Just before Rusty hit the ground, Ms Star put up a bubble around the battlefield to shield everyone else as the resulting explosion from her impact filled up the entire bubble, even almost popping it. Even bigger then the explosion Brandeis caused earlier, all that could be seen inside this one were flames and storms of debris swirling around amidst an ear-splitting crash, as the very foundation of the school shook from the impact.

This time when the dust settled, to no-one’s surprise, they found Aurelia had been defeated, with Rusty just barely able to stand herself.

“Aurelia Allum is unable to battle!” announced Ms Star! “Team RNBW wins!! Whoo!!” she cheered.

And with that, the rest of Rusty’s team excitedly dashed onto the field to congratulate her, with Rusty giving them all a huge hug once they reached her, happily jumping up and down while the whole team gleefully thanked each other for their good work.

Meanwhile, the other three members of Team CAPA walked over to Aurelia, with Agnes helping her up but then letting go at the last minute, dropping her older sister on the floor.

“Whoops~ Sorry!” said Agnes as passive-aggressively as she could.

Getting up on her feet by herself this time, Aurelia joined the rest of her team to give their two cents to Team RNBW after their victory.

“That was... impressive...ly adequate. I must thank you for the match. You were all worthy opponents.” stated Cutter, awkwardly.

“Thank... thank you very much.” replied Brandeis, bashfully.

“Yeah! It was fun! Sorry about earlier, Billy! No hard feelings~?” giggled Agnes.

“Well-” started William.

“- Thanks, Billy!” she finished.

“But anyways guys, seriously. Great job out there! And Will! You wanna know what Ironwood’s up to, just come to us any time. You’re cool in our books now. But just know next time we won’t be going easy on you, ‘kay?” added Ptolemy.

“Thanks, man!” said William.

Looking directly at Aurelia, who was shying away at the moment, trying her best to avoid the conversation, Nappa coughed sarcastically to assuade her into talking.

“... Look. Don’t think this means I like any of you now.” said Aurelia, semi-frustrated. “It just means I’m willing to see you guys as good enough to be rivals to us, okay? And if any of you want any sort of commendation from me, I’ll just let you know that... you all fully deserve to be in this school- far from the best team here, but still. And one more thing- Umm... how should I say this... I- I mean, we-”

“-We decided to let you guys go ahead to try and catch Marion again.” finished Ptolemy.

“Whoa, really!?” asked Rusty and Nappa simultaneously.

“Yeah!” replied Agnes. “She’s your bad guy, you’ve already had experience fighting her and figuring out her plans, plus you all just showed us that you can totally get the job done! So yeah, you got this, guys!”

“We are relatively confident in your completion of the mission.” added Cutter. “We wish you all the best.”

“Thanks!” said all of Team RNBW together.

“It’s so wonderful that you children have learned the importance of understanding!” said Ms Star. “Best of luck on all your future endeavors!”

And with that, Ms Star sent the two eagerly chatting teams on their way out of the arena, while she used her Semblance to send out hundreds of small Aura bubbles from her wand in order to absorb and carry off the massive piles of rubble left on the battlefield, tidying it up.

“Loca!! What is the meaning of this?!” a voice shouted from behind her.

The white-haired woman sheepishly turned around to see a furious General Ironwood standing in the doorway, arms folded defensively as he stood amidst all the many debris-filled bubbled floating around the room.

“Oh! Sir! Um, well the thing about that is-”

Before finishing her sentence, Loca willed away all the bubbles that were right in front of Ironwood, sending a large wall of rubble crashing down in front of him to cut him off as she quickly escaped through another one of the Arena’s exits.

EPILOGUE

In the dim lighting of another one of her hideouts, the indigo-haired cyberthief known as Daisy Marion finished up the enhancements on some of her latest contraptions, most notably a stolen troupe of security robots, now all armed with Dust lasers.

In the few short weeks of her crime wave, which started ever since her very first attack on an Atlesian robotics laboratory, Daisy knew she would have a very limited amount of time and resources in order to complete her plan. And Team RNBW’s attack on her last base had only pressured her further into speeding up her preparations.

“I won’t have much longer left before they finally get their hands on me and imprison me again. And what’s worse, the strength my body possesses currently has proven to be... insufficient. Damn it! There’s just far too many idiots out there halting my plans!” she ranted to herself.

“Although...” thought Daisy. “If that team of Hunters shows up again to try and catch me, I may be able to... befriend one of them, in order to get the extra firepower I need.”

“Doesn’t that sound like a wonderful idea, Ms Ole? If I were to persuade one of those Huntsmen or Huntresses to join me, I would no longer require your assistance.” Daisy said aloud in the dank, echo-y room.

Tuning out the terrified screaming and sobbing in response to her question, Daisy simply chuckled to herself “Oh, come now. I was sure you'd be happy to have their lives exchanged for yours, no? Oh well. I mean, it’s not like you have any say in the matter anyways.”

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