#but i know what exact species it is aaah
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I likke bird watching. it's kool. {pronoun:[we]}; put out a bunch of birdfeeders not too long ago.
The birds I've noticed flying in are sparrows and tits.
Observation over;
#- kore#but i know what exact species it is aaah#not going into detail what bird species they are bc im not going to risk doxxing myself LOL#there's also some doves and corvids that appear#the doves come in as a couple and theyre so pretty#sorry im insane#i like birdwatching#i can watch them from my window#eating a large ass apple (breaking my teeth) and just watchin birds#yknow#birds
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Wolfsbane : Noblesse Fanfic (post-ending)
(previous chapter)
Chapter 11 – Awakened
‘How can this be? How can I fall asleep? I can swear I took the tonic in the right dosage!’
As his medical expertise kicked in, Frankenstein speculated about the chance that the components of the tonic were below acceptable range of quantity, since he had used a new species of wolfsbane. He ruled out the option soon enough, however.
‘Not likely. I took extreme caution with the quantity of components, since I was working with a new sample. Besides, it worked fine for the past few days.’
Standing in the reenactment of his most feared phenomenon, Frankenstein endeavored to comprehend the situation. Yet he was interrupted by dark purple wave that spurted out in a circle around him, his face stiffened upon the soul-shredding shrieks.
At last... We’ve found you.
At last.
Until when did you think you could hide from us?
Billions of souls from the Dark Spear began jabbing words at him, their tone so very ominous and vicious, so very obvious that they had been waiting for this moment.
When it comes to a cold tug-of-war, first comment is the key. Knowing that, Frankenstein flexed his centuries-old poise.
“God, this is unbelievable. I know how much you folks love me, but nobody would welcome too much love.”
As always, his trick was super-effective.
Shut up! Shut UP!
You dare to stay arrogant, you thick-skinned fiend!
We shall see how long you can keep that sickening smile of yours!
One day we will bring judgment upon you!
And when we do, it’d be no use begging on your knees for our mercy!
‘Beg for mercy? Me?’
Though he was literally trapped in his nightmare, Frankenstein released an amused smile. For centuries has he nurtured his immunity against Dark Spear’s threat. He would rather give up on his name than beg for the weapon’s mercy.
“Too bad, but not happening. There’s no way I’ll be begging for your mercy, not even if you fillet my entire body or wrench my head off my shoulders.”
Frankenstein pictured the Dark Spear getting blinded by its fury, which would render its control weak and allow him to regain his body.
Kekekeke... There you go again, Frankenstein.
You want to upset us. Again.
But you’ve forgotten that we were originally humans. We still have the ability to educate ourselves.
You’d got to do better with your tongue if you want to keep those taunts of yours functional.
And it looks like you thought we’ll get you by directly laying our hands on you.
But now we know how to bring you down once and for all.
How to make the best revenge out of you.
How to make you devastated like never before.
The Dark Spear spoke something Frankenstein has never heard from it before, successfully wiping his face clean of a smile.
Just then the surface of nothingness began to brew in red. Before he could even bat an eye from what he was seeing, from a corner not very far from him sanguine fluid exploded and gurgled in a huge ball.
The crimson projection, seemingly molded with blood and guts of a living creature, was carved into a humanoid shape. Upon the spot where facial profiles would have been if it were a real human, fine structures began to stand out more and more distinctly.
To Frankenstein’s shock, they were sculpted into exact features that Raizel possessed.
Frankenstein......
To Frankenstein’s horror, the bloody Raizel emitted a sound very much alike to the actual noble’s voice, causing Frankenstein’s brows to skyrocket towards his forehead.
“Mas...”
STAB!!!
Before Frankenstein could utter a gut reaction with a term now made instinct for his lips, dark purple spikes wrecked through bloody Raizel’s body from behind, because of which bloody Raizel spouted blood from its mouth and collapsed.
Bahaha! Just look at his face!
I told you this would do the trick!
Just you wait, Frankenstein! This is only the beginning!
We’ll soon bring the same punishment upon all you hold dear!
We’ll make sure your reality is much more vivid and horrible than your nightmare!
Frankenstein’s dismay, so striking he felt as if all the cells in his brain were minced, was followed by his wrath. The Dark Spear dared to shove an effigy of his master in his face to dismantle it, thereby ridiculing its model, and announced they will do the exact same thing to the latter. It has basically reached the end of the line that Frankenstein could bear. The man was about to reveal all of his teeth as he growled in anger, just before the Dark Spear continued the show.
Master Rai...?
Boss...?
Frankenstein...?
He was thwarted by a series of voices also awfully familiar to him, and he turned around to find bloody M-21, Tao, and Takio, upon which he was made immobile.
“N-no...!”
He knew they were not real. Yet he could not help vocally responding to them, which was in vain.
STAB!
STAB!!!
SLASH!!!
Three more figures were added to the bloodshot floor, which were promptly joined by new bloody bodies.
Aargh!!!
Aaah!!!
Regis and Seira.
Kgh...! Oof...
Aaargh!!!!
Kgh... Aaaah!!
Gechutel, Karious, and Rael.
Sir... Ugh!!!!
Why...? Why did you leave my son to die, Frankenstein...? Just why...? Argh!!
Master... I don’t wanna die! Please! Please don’t leave me!! Pleaaase!!!! Aaaack!!!
Even Razark, Rayga, and Tesamu were summoned, only to be diced by Dark Spear’s aura. That was more than enough to crush Frankenstein’s composure, but Dark Spear did not stop, being as inconsiderate as it could.
Frankenstein.......
The name that bore through his ears dozens of times fossilized his entire body.
‘No way......’
He knew there is no use wishing he were mistaken, but Frankenstein was shivering as he slowly turned his face. His fear was made true upon seeing bloody Lunark crawling towards him, with multiple dark purple stakes spearing its limbs and body.
Frankenstein... Help me... Please save me...
‘No. This is impossible. What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here.’
Words he could not dare speak choked him. At that moment, bloody Lunark’s body started to melt down in a mucous chunk, and bloody Lunark stretched out one of its arms in desperation and terror.
Please save me, Frankenstein! Don’t leave me to die! I thought you love me! I know you love me! Please save me...!!!!
The upper body of bloody Lunark was halfway gone, and Frankenstein’s body leapt on its own. Alas, the paradoxical rule of a dreamworld that physical laws never work properly in a dream decided to step on his lab coat. Frankenstein was certain he pressed on his legs as hard as he could, but his body was not even 5 centimeters away from where he was. Floating awkwardly in the air, Frankenstein could not bring down his arm struck out towards bloody Lunark.
‘No...’
Unfortunately for him, bloody Lunark’s face was deteriorating, and from its jawless face echoed her voice.
Please!!!!!!!
“NOOOO!!!!”
*****
Frankenstein’s eyes shot open and greedily took in light, like a drowning person devouring air right before hitting the road to the other world. He lifted his body as if he were in seizure and madly rotated his head to inspect his surroundings. His vision, made binary due to his unfocused eyes, was merged into one, and he could make out his lab visibly streaked with Dark Spear’s aura, in clear need for repair.
After diagnosing what happened, he covered a side of his face as if trying to rip out his eye.
“Goddamn it...!”
He had been feeding on the tonic more often than regular meal to somehow stay awake, but he had come to this.
He was concerned about how to deal with the situation before the 3rd Elder was back, but he soon learned that there was no need to worry about quick administration of the scene.
“What the... What on earth happened...?”
The 3rd Elder walked past the entrance towards him. The man was donning casual hoodie and cotton pants, with a plastic bag of groceries in his hand.
“I can see these marks are from your power. What kind of problem would make your lab like... Like this?”
The 3rd Elder looked genuinely flustered, based on which Frankenstein surmised at least he woke up before he arrived. With the assurance, his instinct for survival was sparked to life, maneuvering his tongue in a speed of light.
“The file I was trying to decipher happened to be unusually complicated. So I lost it, since I’m not making any progress when there is so much to read and handle.”
“...I’m grateful I was outside in the meantime.”
“Sorry about the mess. I’ll fix up this place, so you don’t need to mind it.”
“I can help you with...”
“Thanks, but no thanks. There’s something I gotta double-check as well.”
“...Very well. Call me whenever you need me.”
With the 3rd Elder gone to the kitchen, Frankenstein began to collect what he could at the moment and work his head.
The damage was not so severe, which meant that he probably did not waste much time in slumber. Which meant the wolfsbane tonic was not entirely ineffective.
‘Perhaps my body has grown resistant to the tonic. So I’d require greater dosage.’
Frankenstein swiftly reached a conclusion; after all, he had predicted such case could take place. He noted to himself that he should recalculate the formula for the tonic to increase the contents.
Meanwhile, he was being tortured by an unpleasant feeling.
No, unpleasant was an understatement.
‘How very bold of you, Dark Spear.’
Bold was also an understatement. He so very wished he could pull out the Dark Spear and punch it so hard it would blast off past the Arctic towards the Andromeda Galaxy.
‘It just had to choose only those I care about...’
As he recalled the bloody figures one by one, he got stuck on the last scene, which was evidently directed by Dark Spear with extra care.
‘Why...? Why her...?’
He tried so hard to force amnesia upon himself. But as it is commonly said, people are bound to think about elephants when they are told not to.
Please save me, Frankenstein! Don’t leave me to die! I thought you love me! I know you love me! Please save me...!!!!
For some strange reason, that line was branded especially strongly in his memories. As a chain reaction, he reminisced how his heart exhibited irregular pulse when her head touched his chest the same day, which altogether led him to a theory.
‘Do I love her...? No, that’s not possible!’
He violently shook his head and deliberately sped up his hands and feet to restore his lab. He was vehemently struggling to play blind to his feelings already awakened.
*****
Meantime, Seoul in the afternoon
Thin lines weaved in the form of a chessboard were swirling within vicinity.
No, not within vicinity – in a distance.
As she squinted her eyes and compelled her vision to be more productive, she could better make out the lines, which turned out to be the edges of tiles on the ceiling.
‘Where am I...?’
Whether it is heaven or hell, she never heard that there is a tiled ceiling in the afterlife. To add to it, the last thing she remembered was Yuri ramming in all sorts of stuff by Crombell’s order, until he froze her in the end.
Crombell. Experiment. Yuri.
She was reminded of the pains and mortifications she went through before being frozen.
You look alarmed. But I suggest you give up. Right now your body will never obey you. What do you make of this, Dr. Crombell?
Excellent. I’ve earned something much more useful than I’d expected. She’d make a fine primary sample for this experiment. So Yuri, I believe you know what to do.
Back then Crombell’s face, smiling inside the monitor, made her stomach heave.
“Crombell... I’ll get you for this, you...!”
“Finally. You’re awake.”
She flinched as if she were electrocuted and turned her head, wincing and moaning as the back muscles so far relieved of their duties pulled with a burning ache. The speaker’s voice drew near along with taps of shoes.
“Please don’t move. Your body is still stiff.”
She aimed her semi-muddy light green eyes to the man who was covering her shoulders with the blanket that slid to the floor.
“Who... What are you?”
“...So you don’t remember me. Which I figured.”
With mysterious looks Takio responded to Yuigi, awakened at last.
(next chapter)
The title of this chapter refers to both Frankenstein and Yuigi. When I give a title, I try to settle on something that can encompass everything that happens in the chapter.
And yes - next chapter will be about Yuigi and Takio. But since almost nothing is really known about Yuigi, what you will find in next chapter is solely based on my imaginations. LoL. Hope you’d stay tuned for next week!
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Cultural Approach 3
I believed my studies had been thorough.
Contact with humans worked a lot better after they got to know you a little bit better. They easily formed emotional attachment and had a bit of a pack-mentality. It was quite endearing, really. They bonded easily. And in wide varietiy of ways, too.
Fur – being fluffy – is a good incentive. They like that. Big eyes (but not too big). Human behaviours in decidedly not-human beings. Beings that show clumsy behaviour and need protection.
They have a lot of protective instincts anyway. Be helpless and they – most of the time – aid you. Of course there are suspicious types, but it’s still their first instinct to protect and help – exceptions proof the rule. It’s somewhat endearing.
And, of course, the whole reproductive-attraction thing. It’s ridiculous, they dedicate about 10 percent of their online stored data to videos – and pictures - of varying kinds sexual acts between them. Sexual attraction. Yes.
It’s a whole science for them and damn does it look fun. Their bodies are very receptive to the act itself, too. Sensitive and stimulating and very hormone inducing.
Really, their whole physiology is fun.
I preferred the female version a little more, it would win in an endurance test.
It wasn’t completely streamlined, but hey, if that’s what evolution did to this planet, that’s fine.
Besides: Two hands, two legs, a functioning brain… I could work with that!
And so I did.
The nicest thing about the female version was, that it was softer. Also nicer padded. My job required a lot of sitting. So yeah. Definitely a plus.
Hips, thighs and ass… and - to make it symmetrical – bigger breasts. Had taken a bit of messing with the genetic code, but I liked what came out. I could still move with appropriate agility, but was comfortably padded. And my face could by poked without looking too strained. I was somewhat scared by a lot of pictures.
The hair was another situation. Like I said, fluffiness was a good thing. So… I kept the hair long and made a loose braid? Still looked fluffy.
That the shorter strands on top of the head curled was a bit of a surprise, but a pleasant one. Nice structure.
Using the body, I noticed that the ‘sway’ I had observed in media was almost a natural reaction. Worked with the dress.
After a bit of training, I guessed I imitated the ladies well. The fact that I didn’t need to train those muscles was a definite plus. Anyway.
It was a lot of fun!
And as much as it was ‘deceptive’ to disguise myself as a human and not make my identity known, I knew I would have a better result than Raph would have, being all kidnappy from the get-go. Besides. It was more fun.
So, when I walked into the ‘graduation party’ (which ensured me academical grade intelligence at the youngest age, these were most interesting, after all, and least likely to be missed immediately), I got a few looks. Most of them interested. It was reaping of the fruits of a research well done. Mmmmh~
With a smirk on my face, I walked about and looked for someone sober, interested and pleasing to look at.
After a round in the room, I had acquired a drink free of any nerve toxin and supposed darker skin colours are a preference of the current me. The white shirt contrasted so nicely. Besides: Taller was nice.
The effect of inhabiting this body right now was also fun to recognise: I thought the strong lines and non-existing padding was attractive. Heh. Glory to the will of the body to reproduce!
And since my body was the closest to what I would have wanted with this species… I trusted my gut instincts!
And those led me to a tall, black, wavy-haired dude in a corner who was not the least bit subtle about staring at my ass. Even if he maybe thought so”
“Heeey there, finally done with school, mh?”, I said, settling down next to him.
He looked like a… deer that stared into headlights. That was the right idiom. Didn’t try to hide it at all. Ah dear.
He blinked, looked away and took a sip of his alcohol-free beverage – I almost considered walking away again – until he said: “Ah, yes, yes, we graduated. All of us. That’s why we’re here”, which… well… was maybe a side-effect of being attracted to me, all fine and good, “… I never saw you here before, though, how did you get here, isn’t it just for the students?”
Which was… what? Did he… was he… implying I was here illegally and wanted me… thrown out? Was… he actually looked suspicious. It… what?
“Ah, you are new graduates, it’s always a good thing to have contact to future businesses, isn’t it? A few got invited”, not me, obviously, but it was good enough, “… good spot check, there”, his line of sight spoke volumes of what he actually spot checked, but… fair enough.
“Aaah, well, it would have been a shame to remove you from the party, too”, which… did kill my smile a little on the inside. Who says such things?!
“So, you are part of the law-students here, then?”, it was a possible explanation, at least.
“Ah, no no, Hebrew and Latin, the historical languages”, my smile froze a little more, nothing about law, then? Just being a dick? Yes? Well. If it’s his nature… huuuuh… maybe I got him on the wrong foot or… something.
“Ah, good old Roman language, such an old one, full of tradition, you can’t help but love it”, I said, in Latin, and that was the first full-on failure on my part. My translator ‘helpfully’ informed me that it is a dead language. No one actually spoke it anymore. It was more or less an exercise. It still gave me the bloody translation, but… yeah.
When he actually answered me – a little stuttering – in the very same dead language: “I… am surprised you… this… fluent you speak”, the translator didn’t work too well with long pauses. But… well… I… somehow knew he wouldn’t be missed that badly.
Plus point for me!
“Well, it seems we are both necrophiliacs, then”, I regretted my words as soon as they had left my mouth. Because who said things like that.
And he did scratch the back of his head with a bit of a stunted expression, but then laughed, shrugging: “It seems like it”, which was actually nice.
„Better keep all the dead chickens away from us“, he had some laying on his plate. And… and… what.
We stared awkwardly at nothing in particular, before he said: “But… well… if you are a business partner, why here and now? I mean, it’s just a party”
And once again I didn’t know what to say, since… ‘parties’ in ‘grown up circles’ were nothing but networking opportunities. You wish to be on good terms with everyone. Especially in social sciences and linguistics. You live off of other people.
… or so I was led to believe. Well, then I said: “Those might also happen later, it’s good to know how employees will behave in those situations”, because… that was at least right.
“… the whole school just gets drunk. It’s why I stand here. It’s easier to simply watch the others than associate wi-“
In this moment, I stopped.
Stopped time, to be exact. This… this was not going to work.
I had a comment-induced headache from this. And whatever the reason for those comments, I didn’t want to deal with those anymore.
I also didn’t want to be the necrophiliac.
So I rewinded the clock… and slipped into another trouser leg of time. We were supposed to only use this in emergencies, but… this qualified. Certainly.
Second try is the charm.
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