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subwaytostardew · 5 months

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Can we see some Ingo daily dialogue as well? And personally, for me, I enjoy seeing the boys have longer dialogue, makes them feel more real.

I'm glad at least some people don't mind about the long dialogue stuff. (Especially since... Ingo takes up almost two-thirds of the daily dialogue document... with his walls of text.) They also have some questions that lengthen the document.

But of course here is some Ingo daily dialogue (and some marriage). Thylak mostly handles Emmet's stuff while I handle Ingo's - of course I go through both of them and making sure that it stays in character - sometimes Thylak goes through dialogue and puts in more train terms that I may have missed. (Or fix my grammatical errors.....) Or even to add dialogue that draws from his experience of being a sibling. (I'm sadly an only child..... ;-;)

@ = Code for Farmer/Player

◁ Station Stewardess Kade

▲ Ingo's Regular Daily Dialogue ▲

"While I do have a tendency to become tunnel-visioned, I unfortunately also find myself becoming easily sidetracked as well... I'm always so overwhelmed with the different possible routes to depart on, that I forget to switch back to the destination I was set towards earlier! Thankfully, Emmet is often by my side to keep me in check! I don't know what would happen if I were to be without him... I'd forget about everything!"

"I am actually quite fond of rock climbing! Had I not known of the joys of railway transit, I would have dedicated myself towards scaling perilous heights! It's all so thrilling! If you would ever like to link together as a two-car train, I would love to be able to guide you on the journey upwards to greater heights!"

"@, it’s good to see you today! Perhaps you could assist me by being on the lookout. You see, two young children- Jas and Vincent- have been rather curious about what myself, Emmet, and our Pokémon have been conducting here on the Railroad! I often find them trying to hide between some of the barrels over by the Bathhouse. You see, this poses a safety concern... The Railroad, in the state of disrepair it is in, is not an ideal place for unsupervised children! I doubt that their guardians will take too kindly to us if anything were to happen to them around the said area. Though, I’m glad that they are not afraid of us and are kind enough to come to visit and say hello. They are quite curious, often asking myself and Emmet a heavy load of questions... mostly pertaining to our Pokémon and sometimes trains that run on the tracks! If you see them around, do let myself or Emmet know, so we can ensure that they follow all safety procedures here on the Railroad!"

"Ghuugh… Ah! I did not see you there. Pardon me for sounding so displeased. It is not towards you! But rather… diverted towards the Joja Company Representative, Morris. He has decided to claim our clearing of the railway’s path as his own through an abhorrent letter. Which, has left my cab as well as Haxorus’ feeling… troubled. But- nonetheless, Emmet and I have a considerable task ahead- to reach our destination in repairing the station! Being derailed over a silly letter will not get the work done. Oh dear… where is Emmet? He better not be deciding to face Morris. That would be less than ideal… there are better ways to deal with a disgruntled passenger."

"Last night was Emmet's turn to prepare dinner! Please take this, Emmet wanted you to have it but... he has his apprehensions when it comes to intermingling with others himself. [Ingo gives the farmer Spaghetti] He assumed that the best track to set forth on was to transfer the rations over to me to distribute during my departures from the station. Of course, I tried my best to provide assistance as well- especially since he was conducting an extra large portion this time around! Emmet had the thought that perhaps people would respond more positively to gift giving! I suppose this was his way of assisting me in improving passenger relations. We had spaghetti, one of the first meals he learned how to prepare and that we both agreed on! Contrary to the reasonable assumption that he would dislike such a dish, as it would stain his clothing, it holds special significance to him! I remember when Emmet was first learning to cook... his elation at finally receiving such an enthusiastic response sent him off the rails! Bravo! After his first win, he proceeded to make a new pot of spaghetti for every night that week, rushing full speed ahead towards the height of that destination! As you may have noticed, Emmet finds comfort in repetition... the same applies to dietary intake as it does for winning, winning, and more winning! Personally, I wasn't too bothered by how frequently he conducted us to eat spaghetti- supportive even! I made stops to pick up more groceries to fuel Emmet!- but... Uncle Drayden halted him in his tracks before another Monday could pass. Though he expressed appreciation for our enthusiasm, we had to endure yet another long lecture on how growth and change cannot be achieved with a stagnating routine... Nonetheless, spaghetti is one of the meals we are known to prepare well, so I do hope you enjoy it!"

"I know you must be tired of the constant reminders- but if you must persist- please don't forget to conduct your safety checks before continuing upon your tracks into the mines! I hope that my own persistence doesn't discourage you from being open about your various endeavors- as dangerous as they may be. You worry me sometimes... It brings me solace to at the very least receive warning in the case of disaster. I hope you understand that I am more than willing to be of any assistance you may need, especially if that is to prevent any potential tragedies upon the horizon. My service is not limited to your expeditions in the mines either. Please know that you are more than welcome to request my company for anything! I am always here to ensure you have a safe, fulfilling, and thorough journey on the express train of 'Life', my dear passenger."

▲ Ingo's Marriage Daily Dialogue ▲

"Please remind me to wake up early tomorrow, dearest. I do not want to miss the morning safety checks with Emmet. Back home, we tended to be a bit late due to my cab refusing to start its engine for the day, causing a delay in schedule. I just don’t seem to do well in the mornings...."

"Chandelure’s flames bring a sense of calm within the late hours of the evening.... Some have said they become uneasy with the glow of a Ghost Pokémon. I think it fits just right. A cozy blanket.... A book or two to read- or even a movie to unwind as well! Doesn’t that sound nice, dear? Perhaps we can watch a movie or two before we head to our last scheduled stop for the day! We could watch a train or Pokémon documentary? Or perhaps one of your favorites? I always enjoy learning about what you like!"

"I hope you don’t mind me conducting some battle training. It is important as a Subway Boss that I hone my skills in Pokémon Battles. I mostly do Single Battles, though Emmet has said that I should practice Double Battles to get a better understanding of our team’s potential combinations! I’ll be honest.... I think our team combinations are the best the way they are now! However, Emmet has a better understanding of the competitive battle scene than I do.... I tend to keep up on what new developments have been happening within the railway community! New trains and technology are being built everyday, and I want to ensure that the Battle Subway is in good condition, as well as the trains here at Camellia Station! @, perhaps you would like to learn? I could always lend you Excadrill or Garbador! They seem quite eager to grow closer to you. Pokémon Battles are a great way to forge bonds with your Pokémon, as well as your fellow trainers!"

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AS YOU CAN SEE... INGO TALKS A LOT. LOL. So I'm glad some people don't mind the long... text walls.

But here's some bonus dialogue that both Ingo and Emmet share. This is actually one of my favorite pieces.

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▲Ingo▲

"Aiming for even greater heights, achieving your ideal goal... The pursuit of ideals is a part of the Unova region’s culture. It is one end of a double-sided train, as it is related to the local legendary Pokémon, Zekrom. Drayden told Emmet and I this story when we were younger. I can tell it to you, @, if you are interested. However, I may not tell the tale as well as he has. It has been some time.....

A long time ago in Unova’s past, there was a legendary Dragon that was neither Zekrom nor Reshiram. The name has long been forgotten on these tracks- but everyone can agree that Zekrom and Reshiram came to be from this very dragon. The dragon had two partners. They were twin brothers who were usually proclaimed to be the heroes of Unova. The younger brother believed in his ideals, while the older brother believed in the whole hearted truth... This had caused their friend pain... and confusion. I could not imagine watching two of my best friends fight with no end.

I would not be able to choose a side... and that is what happened to the legendary dragon. It had split its tracks, becoming Zekrom and Reshiram! Zekrom decided to side with the younger twin, while Reshiram sided with the older twin. The fight ravaged the Unova region, hurting people and Pokémon alike. And even themselves... The twins soon realized that they were neither right nor wrong, and ceased the fighting. However- it was too late. The damage had already been done. I will be honest, hearing that story as a child- as well as being a twin- I had nightmares for months because of it. I was terrified of the idea that Emmet and I would end up in a fight and go on separate tracks, never to speak to each other again. I do not know what I would do without my younger twin! That is why I am open-minded when it comes to his feelings and thoughts on what he believes in! O-of course we fight... And we get on each other's nerves... But we always forgive one another at the end of the day! I’m glad that I have a twin brother like him. I would be lost on the tracks without him!"

▽Emmet▽

"The truth is verrrry important in Unova's cultures. It is related to the local legendary Pokémon - Reshiram! Drayden tells the story about Reshiram and Zekrom the best. I am Emmet. I can try to explain! Just for you, @!

A verry verrrry long time ago. There was a legendary dragon. This was not Reshiram or Zekrom. No one knows the name. They lost it. But Reshiram and Zekrom were that dragon!

However, there were twin brothers who shared the dragon. But they had verrry different tracks of opinions. The older twin wanted the 'truth'. The younger twin wanted 'ideals'. They fought. They had a verrry bad argument. They did not know that it caused their partner - the legendary dragon - pain. The dragon derailed. It split itself in half. They became Reshiram and Zekrom. Reshiram took the side of the older twin. Truth. Zekrom took the side of the younger twin. Ideals. The two dragons fought.... and it hurt the Unova region. It hurt the Pokémon. It hurt themselves. The twins realized that they both were neither right nor wrong. So they stopped fighting. They made up. But the damage had already been done to the station......

I am Emmet. The story taught me to be verrrry open minded about my twin brother's thoughts and feelings. I do not want to have a bad fight that would make us never speak to each other ever again. That would be bad and it would be verrrry lonely. I had nightmares as a kid due to that story. But Ingo was there..... he also had nightmares since he too would listen to the story with me.

I hope I explained it well. It is considered verrrry important history in Unova. Thank you for listening, @"

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Since Truth and Ideals is a major story plot in the Pokémon black and white games it makes sense to sprinkle in a bit of that duality... since well it's part of their culture.

Also out of all the npcs... Ingo talks the most. So uhh have fun with dialogue boxes LOL. And infodumps... and shenanigans

As of now, Emmet actually has 32 more lines than Ingo but Ingo's dialogue file is larger than Emmet's by 7 KB! So... Yup. Ingo can ramble. Emmet may speak more than a vanilla NPC, but it's nothing compared to Ingo. ▷ Thylak

#mail car connecting line #subway to stardew #Ingo #Ingo and Emmets daily dialog....#oh boy...#There's a lot we have to reorganize and add on #If you seen how our documents are layed out... oof #We have to reorganize. Conduct a checklist.

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kaytrawrites · 1 year

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Royal Pain in the-

Notes In which Ranboo is a Royal Pain in the Ass. Tubbo and Sneeg are annoyed at said Royal Pain.

Notes Contains cursing, because Tubbo and Sneeg do that.

Story

Tubbo was literally elbows deep in his current redstone powered farm project with Fundy when Ranboo came busting in. “I need copper.” The overly tall (in Tubbo’s opinion) Enderian said.

Tubbo sighed and extracted himself from the inner workings of the farm. He gave Ranboo a tired and irritated glare. “I’m busy.” He said.

Ranboo nodded. “Please, Thank you. Sorry. Please, Thank you. Sorry.” He returned Tubbo’s glare with an expression that only a puppy could pull off. And Ranboo was not a puppy.

“Fuck off; No.” Tubbo snapped. “Also, fuck that ‘Polite Words for Poor People’ book of yours.” He turned away and went back to tinkering with the redstone.

Ranboo turned and walked away. Tubbo ignored him until he heard the sounds of chests opening and being riffled through. “Get out of there!” The Bumblebee yelled, scrambling out of the machine and buzzing straight for his storage system.

He stabbed Ranboo in the shoulder with his claws, injecting him with a good dose of paralyzing poison. Ranboo yelped, the copper ore that he was holding dropped from his now limp hand.

Tubbo grabbed Ranboo by the back of his shirt and dragged him out of his underground hive. He dumped him on the ground outside. “You’re banned.” He stated and flew back into his hive, leaving the Enderian alone.

Ranboo brushed off his clothes, grumbling under his breath. “Peasant.” He grumbled just a bit too loudly, and Tubbo came flying out of his nest and stunk Ranboo in his other shoulder.

“Jealous little insect…” Ranboo mumbled. He felt something deep inside his soul. A shudder? An impact? He brushed it off and vwooped back to his cliff side home.

He looked through his to do list and grabbed his silk touch pickaxe. It was time to go stone mining, he decided.

“Hey, Long Johns,” Sneeg said, causing a yelp from Ranboo. “Where you off to?“

Ranboo quickly composed himself. “Mining.” He stated.

“Cool. Mind if I tag along?“

“Yes. I very much do mind.“ Ranboo huffed.

Sneeg sighed. “Well you won’t get much sparkling conversation from rocks,“ he started.

“Well,“ Ranboo started. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want you to come.”

Sneeg burst into gleeful giggles. “Eh, I was just gonna sneak along anyway. Better you know I’m there and stab me on purpose, instead of you not knowing I’m there and stab me on accident.”

Ranboo chuckled with the much shorter inchling. “Yes, yes. On accident. Mhm!”

Sneeg took a running leap up to Ranboo’s shoulder. He didn’t quite make it all the way and had to climb up Ranboo’s cloak, which made the Enderian tense up. “Dirty little feet…” he grumbled.

“I’m right up by your jugular,” Sneeg retaliated, tapping his sword pointedly.

“Fine, fine. Point made.“ Ranboo huffed.

The two descended into Ranboo’s mine. Ranboo started a new branch with Sneeg occasionally mining poke holes to check for valuable minerals.

It didn’t take long to encounter a massive unexplored cavern. The pair was very excited and split off to rob the space of all its exposed resources.

When they met back up, Sneeg took a quick look over everything they managed to acquire. He had gotten quite a lot of iron and redstone, while Ranboo had gotten much more diamonds and gold.

“How we gonna to split this?” Sneeg asked.

Like a switch had been flipped, the dark part of Ranboo’s eyes shrank to slits. He seemed to lengthen, and his jaw unhinged. A sound like a cross between a cat’s hiss and an Enderman’s enraged whine emerged from deep within his chest.

Sneeg snap drew his sword, his hair (or the Inchling equivalent) standing on end. “Stand down!“ Sneeg snarled.

Ranboo took a half a step back, but not in fear. More like a predator stepping back to reevaluate the situation.

“Ranboo! Stand. Down!“ Sneeg repeated, his grip on the handle of his sword tightening.

Ranboo hissed once more, and Sneeg realized he would have to physically knock the sense back into the young Enderian.

It was a thankfully short fight. All it took was a single stab for Ranboo to yelp in pain and snap out of whatever was going on in his head. “Ah-“

“Fuckn’ finally…” Sneeg grumbled. “Let’s just head home, Long Johns.”

“Fine.” Ranboo said, the single word short and clipped.

The two traveled in silence for a time, Sneeg on Ranboo’s shoulder. “What the hell was that, anyway?” Sneeg asked, breaking the silence.

Ranboo was silent. “It-That is information that is not necessary for you to know.” He stated, through gritted teeth.

“I would call it pretty damn necessary considering you nearly ripped my head off!” Sneeg snapped in return.

Ranboo sniffed. “I would have squashed you under my boot. Not remove your head. It is far easier to clean the bottom of a shoe.”

Sneeg burst out laughing. “I would have liked to see you try!” He challenged.

Ranboo’s hand snapped up and grabbed Sneeg off his shoulder before the Inchling could dive for cover. “As simple. As. That.”

Sneeg waited a moment before tapping a fist on Ranboo’s closed fingers. “I yield! I yield.”

Ranboo huffed, but set Sneeg back on his shoulder.

“You know. You are a pain in the ass.” Sneeg said.

“A Royal Pain in the Ass.” Ranboo corrected.

#my fic #mcyt #origins smp #osmp #slight violence #osmp tubbo #osmp ranboo #osmp sneegsnag #the violence is deserved lol

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heliosthegriffin · 3 years

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Being more assertive

“Jaune.” Pyrrha said to him, as she forced him into a corner. “It’s time talked a bit.

Wide-eyed and oblivious Jaune stares at his partner confused. “About what?”

“About your assertiveness. You let people walk over you, and do nothing about it! I’m tired of that. So, I want you to start being more dominate!”

“Dominate?” Jaune ask tilting his head.

Pyrrha rest a hand on her head. “Yes, Jaune. Dominate, assertive, in control, so on and so forth. I need you, for the team of course, haha, to be in more control of your life, so that we, our team doesn’t project a weak image. If we follow someone who lets himself get walk on by everybody, what’s that going to say about Team JNPR?”

Jaune opened his mouth, but then closed it, pursing his lips pensively. He sighs, scratching the back of his head.

“Sorry, Pyr. It’s just hard sometimes, you know? I mean, how am I suppose to be in control when it feels like anybody could come along and say, ‘Why are you following a loser who can’t even fight,’ say I’m not fit to be here? What if nobody listens to me then? How can I get people to work with me, if they don’t respect me?”

Pyrrha lays a hand on Jaune’s shoulder, gently rubbing it. “Don’t think like that Jaune.” She shakes her head. “It’s not like that, strength, combat ability, talent, or semblance, aren’t what define a leader, Jaune. It’s more than that, there’s more to respect a person than how they fight, you could be the best combatant in the world, but a pathetic leader. Being a leader is about confidence, a cool-head, a smidge of empathy, knowing how to bring the best out of people.”

Pyrrha looks Jaune in the eyes, a bold smile on her lips, all teeth. “Traits that I all know you have, just waiting to be brought out, traits I’ve seen before and that you’ll master.” She says making sure to punctuate her words with a strong poke to Jaune’s chest.

A light flush cut across Jaunes cheeks and nose, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.

Pyrrha watching Jaune’s face had to fight the urge to go wobble in the knees at his cute face.

Then Jaune looked back at Pyrrha, a question in his voice, and his eyes large and curious. “So how do you do it Pyrrha? How do you look so in control all the time.” He asked reverently.

It was Pyrrha turn to feel embarrassed this time, the sheer awe in Jaune’s voice made a her feel warm and hyper-aware of their closeness.

She fought off the feelings and looked Jaune in the eyes. “It’s really an act, actually.”

“An act? Like you pretend to be confident?”

Pyrrha swallowed. “Yeah, it’s like a mask I put on. When I go out and fight, I don’t go out there thinking ‘I’m going to lose and everybody is going to hate me.’ No thinking like that make’s you lose before you even try. Even if I’m nervous and scared, I don’t show it. Part of the reason people don’t respect you is you wear how you feel on your sleeve, people know your scared you fight them, and they press that and make you slip up.”

Jaune felt a light-bulb go off in his head. “If you act confident, people will think you’re confident. It’s not about what I feel, it’s about what I show people!”

Pyrrha clapped her hands together, a smile on her cheeks. “Exactly, that said you don’t have to keep it up all the time. It’s a like mask you slip on and off. Everybody has a mask they put on. People like Yang, Weiss, and I, all have masks we wear.”

Jaune looked amazed, but unbelieving. Wonder how Yang or Weiss, could ever be anything less than powerful or in control. “I almost don’t believe you, but, I guess they’re just people too, aren’t they?”

Pyrrha nods her head. “Yes, they are, but they seem bigger than life, because they act better than life. Though, it’s also only one half of the equation.” “What’s the other half?”

Pyrrha prowled forth, taking long, powerful steps with controlled swings of her body, making Jaune feels smaller than he’d ever felt before in front of Pyrrha. As she loomed over him and put her hand to his chest, she whispered. “Body Language.” A lightly pushed him, but he stumbled back in shock into the wall.

“You can act as confidently as you want, but if you don’t back it up with how you look, you will be called out.”

“Wow. Can you teach me?”

Pyrrha gave him a toothy grin. “I can arrange that.”

-----Two Hour’s later-----

“I think I’m getting it, Pyr!” Jaune said happily, looking more confident than Pyrrha had ever seen him.

“Then show me.” Pyrrha said.

Jaune scratched the back of his head in a slow, deliberate fashion, once again reminding Pyrrha that he absorbed knowledge like sponge absorbed water. He was already incorporating her lesson unwittingly. The idea sent tingles of excitement across her body.

“Alright, I guess I’ll try-, I mean I’ll show you. I’ll prove that I’m not a waste of time.” Jaune said catching his less confident speaking habit, it made Pyrrha want to reach out and comfort him. But she stayed her hand and watched Jaune.

It then happened without warning, as the entire atmosphere surrounding Jaune disappeared, his naturally warm and welcoming aura was gone.

The air grew cold, and the shadow around they seemed to lengthen, as a new aura took form around Jaune, creating something, a very cold, oppressive, and dominating air was molded around Jaune.

Pyrrha started shivering uncontrollably, and felt a dark pit rise in her stomach, as Jaune looked at her his eyes blank and unfeeling, his normally warm blue eyes that carried love like a sun lets out light were replaced by eyes that carried the deep, unfathomable depths of the oceans, carrying storms and weight to crush any man under it’s pressure.

His face was schooled into a blank mask, showing no emotion, none at all, save, but the slightest of smirks, carrying the barest amount of pride. As though he knew something that Pyrrha didn’t, something dangerous and game-changing. What did he know? What didn’t he know?! Did he know how she felt!?

Jaune’s weak posture was gone, changed into a controlled stance, that was relaxed but capable of spring into action at the slightest instance. The difference was enough to feel like whiplash to Pyrrha, ask though watching a puppy turn into a Beo-Wolf.

Then he moved. He wasn’t much fast, no, but the way he moved had changed entirely. Instead of walking around like a very careful bull in a china-ship, he had switched instead to moving as though the world was made for him to walk upon, as though he was the king, and the world was his.

His movements were aggressive, but controlled, calm and sharp, like a storm in a bottle waiting to be uncorked. Jaune wasn’t looking for a fight, but he looked ready and eager.

Jaune stalked forth to Pyrrha, making the girl feel small, her knee’s feeling weak and powerless. She felt the power in her legs leave her, and she feel against the wall, catching herself as she slid down.

A large calloused hand caught her shoulder and pinned her to the wall, as Jaune stared down at her, his form dwarfing her own, a shadow casting down over her face as his deep blue eyes seemed to stare right though her. Pyrrha blush and tried to speak, but no words came out, beside. “Please, be gentle.”

Then Jaune carefully swept a piece of hair off her face, leaning down into her ear whispering in a deep, throaty tone. “Thanks for the lesson, Pyrrha, I hope I met your expectations.”

Pyrrha felt her heart hit a million mile’s per hour, her blood catch fire, and the desperate need for the man in front of her. The stimulus was too much for her though, and she slid to the ground in a blushing, stuttering, unconsciousness mess.

“Huh, I wonder what I did?” Jaune said still wearing his confident mask, pickup up Pyrrha, and walking back to the room, unaware of the effects his new confidence would cause through the night.

AN: Sorry, for the lack of content recently feeling a dull, uncreative and a bit procrastination.

#Jaune Arc #Pyrrha Nikos #Oblivious Jaune

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dearestones · 3 years

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Welcome!

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oh-boy-me · 4 years

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Idk if you’ve ever talked about it before, but how does Mammon speak in Japanese? In the translation, he speaks kinda rough and casual (maybe a bit of a southern USA flair? he uses y’all once or twice iirc) Does he have a particular accent or dialect in the OG text?

Oh, Mammon might be hard to break down, but I’ll see what I can do!

So I don’t think Mammon has any particular accent, per se? I think he’s just very informal.

From what I’ve noticed, Mammon’s speech is characterized by informal phrasing and some phonetic changes. I don’t think it goes into any actual ヤンキー (”delinquent youth”) territory, but I might be wrong as I don’t have any experience with that subculture. Regardless, it’s pretty rough, and very informal.

The following example sentences all come from the phone call where he cancels your plans (I think it’s intimacy 25?), his home screen dialogue, and the current Halloween event.

And this time more than any before, Japanese is not my first language and I have never lived in Japan, so if you find anything incorrect about the content below, please let me know so I can fix it.

---Informal Phrasing---

Japanese has lot of different ways to say the same thing with varying levels of politeness. Mammon tends to use (one of) the most direct ways of saying things.

It’s important to remember though that a lot of these “direct” things are characteristic of male speech in general, and I won’t go over those. Mammon says やつ (guy, basically) to refer to others sometimes, but so does Lucifer. Likewise, it’d be weirder if he didn’t use the dictionary verb form most of the time. There might be some that I describe even though they aren’t particularly unique to Mammon, because I’m not an expert on masc-coded Japanese.

悪い！！ (warui)

(Phone call) This literally means “bad,” but in this context it’s “my bad” or “sorry.” It’s a rough way to say it, rougher than ごめん (gomen), which I know Levi says off the top of my head, and すまない (sumanai), which I know Lucifer says.

If you need to apologize in Japanese, I think it’s best to stick to すみません (sumimasen) or ごめなさい (gomenasai) to avoid accidentally coming off as too rude or too stiff.

許せ！！ (yuruse)

(Phone call) This means “forgive me,” but like. As a command. A pretty demanding one at that. An example you’ve probably heard is when a man yells やめろ (yamero) to make someone stop what they’re doing.

その時は何があっても予定を空けろよ！ (sono ji wa nani ga attemo yotei wo akero yo)

(Phone call) Here’s the imperative again. 空けろ (akero) is the command form of 空ける (akeru), which here means to clear your schedule (予定 is schedule). The よ (yo) at the end softens the command a little. The sentence means “At that time, no matter what you’ve got going on, clear your schedule!”

A softer way to say it would be 空けて (akete), and even softer would be 空けてください (akete kudasai). I’m pretty sure Mammon isn’t the only character to use the imperative like this, but he’s certainly uses it a lot.

館中の掃除を言いつけてきやがって…… (yakatachuu no souji wo ii tsuketeki yagatte)

(Phone call) You can tag やがる (yagaru) onto a verb to show your contempt for someone’s actions. You hate that they did something. Like most of these, it’s pretty harsh. The sentence means “He had the nerve to order me to clean the house,” but with the strength of やがって, “He fucking ordered me to” might be closer in attitude.

近いうちにまた誘ってやるから (chikaiuchi ni mata sasotte yaru kara)

(Phone call) If you read the Levi post, you might remember that やる (yaru) is a more colloquial way to say “to do” than する (suru). It’s also a more colloquial way to say あげる (ageru), “to give.” It used to imply that the recipient was on equal or lower standing with you, but I don’t think that’s really the case anymore except for how it’s not really a polite phrasing. Attached to a verb, both あげる and やる imply a favor is being done. This means “I’ll invite you out again soon before long, so”

---Phonetic Shift---

In general, the most common phoneme shifts in Mammon’s lines are cutting the middle and monophthongization. Cutting the middle is a term I’m making up for the sake of this post and is exactly what it sounds like: lengthening the first syllable in place of the next ones. Monophthongization is when a vowel made of two sounds (diphthong) is pronounced as one sound (monophthong). In the case of rough Japanese that we’re working with, that usually means <ai> and <oi> turning into <ee>.

そのなんつーか…… (Sono nan tsuuka......)

(Phone call) つーか (tsuuka) is short for というか (to iu ka). You can see how “to iu” assimilates to “tsuu,” especially if you say というか a few times fast. なんつーか/何というか means “How should I put it?”

だぁっ！わーったよ！！ (Da-! waatta yo)

(A Devildom Halloween, 1-3) わーった (waatta) is from わかった (wakatta), which means “I get it.”

そりゃ傑作だぜ！ (sorya kessaku daze)

(A Devildom Halloween, 2-16) そりゃ (sorya) is a shortened それは (sore wa), “that is.” Also, I’m not sure where else to put this, but ぜ (ze) is a very strong assertive particle that I don’t think many people actually use anymore irl. The line is “That’s a great joke!”

すっげースピードで鞭とんでくるんだけど！ (suggee supiido de muchi tondekurun dakedo)

(Phone call) Here we start the examples of monophthongization, which is probably the worst word you’ve had to read in a while but I promise is the easiest phonetic concept to understand here.

すっげー (suggee) comes from すっごい (suggoi), which means either amazing or terrible, depending on the context. Like I said before, <oi> often simplifies to <ee> (the second “e” is written either ー or え). The line means “The whip’s gonna come down real fast.” すっげー is emphasizing the speed.

By the way, やばい (yabai) also means amazing or terrible, based on context, and can be changed to やべー (yabee) in the same way. Mammon’s said that before too, but I don’t think it’s in my example pool.

あー…金降ってこねえかなー (Aa... kane futte konee kanaa)

(Home screen) This time, the negative こない (konai) turns into こねえ (konee), with the same <ai> --> <ee> shift. This time, it got written as ねえ instead of ねー. This is his “wish it’d rain money” line, and the translation is basically the same.

うるせぇ…… (urusee)

(A Devildom Halloween, 2-13) うるせぇ is from うるさい (urusai), which means “shut up.” This time the second え is the smaller ぇ!

おっせえよ。俺を待たすんじゃねえ (ossee yo. ore wo matasunjanee)

(Home screen) We’ve got two here, with 遅い (osoi), late, turning into おっせえ (ossee), and 待たすな (matasu na) becoming 待たすんじゃねえ (matasunjanee). Putting んじゃない where a な would normally be makes it a rough-sounding command. And then the ない turned into ねえ like tends to happen with Mammon.

The line is “You’re late. Don’t keep me waiting.”

気安くさわんな！ (kiyasuku sawanna)

(Home screen, UR+ animation) This could possibly be in the first section too, idk, but. The general way to say “don’t touch me” is 触らないで (sawaranaide), and a more casual way to say it is 触るな (sawaru na). Mammon takes it a step further, and drops the る to say さわんな (sawanna). Levi uses the 触るな style, so I assume Mammon’s style is pretty noticeably informal.

他人の為に何か買ってヤンなきゃならねぇんだ！ (tanin no tame ni nanka katte yannakya naraneenda)

(A Devildom Halloween, 2-13) やらなきゃならない (yaranakya naranai), is already a pretty casual way to say “have to.” Mammon’s version uses the same んな as the last line, turning やらなきゃ into ヤンなきゃ (yannakya). Also notice the switch from hiragana to katakana, which is often used to convey the conversational tone. And then ない once again becomes ねぇ! The line is “Why do I have to buy something for someone else?!”

And last but not least... そうだ、殿下。　言い忘れてた (souda, denka. ii wasureteta)

(A Devildom Halloween, 2-23) This line means, “that’s right, your highness. We forgot to say.” Why is this one last? Mammon says this line to Diavolo. From what I’ve seen it’s about the same level of politeness that Lucifer uses when talking to Diavolo.

It’s worth noting though that Lucifer and Mammon both speak casually to Diavolo.

So this isn’t organized at all, but I hope this gave you an idea of how Mammon’s idiolect ended up giving him a distinct one in the localization!

This is always a hot topic with Mammon’s portrayal as a POC character, so I need to say that I don’t know enough about Japanese subculture and language codes to say anything for sure about whether this makes him sound “uneducated.” Impolite, definitely, but “uneducated,” I don’t know. Regardless, the connotation definitely exists in how he’s written in English. And with that I’d like to remind everyone that your idiolect says nothing about your intelligence. Don’t judge a person’s worth by how many big words they use.

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nihongoseito · 4 years

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雰囲気の正しい読み方は？ What’s the correct pronunciation of 雰囲気?

Recently I was watching some YouTube videos in Japanese when I noticed a speaker was pronouncing a word I knew, 雰囲気 (atmosphere/mood), differently from how I’d been taught. If you look up 雰囲気 on Weblio, it’ll tell you it’s pronounced ふんいき in accordance with the on’yomi of its kanji. However, if you look it up on Denshi Jisho, it’ll tell you there’s also an “irregular kana usage” ふいんき, wherein ん and い swap places. Why does this happen? Let’s see!

(Note: The following discussion is based on Tokyo Japanese and is geared toward intermediate or advanced students.)

Nasality

If you’re not a linguist, this term might sound sort of weird, but you’ve probably at least heard people’s voices described as nasal, like a cartoon nerd on TV. In English, our most obvious nasal consonants are /n/ and /m/, though there are a couple more. So, what does it mean for a consonant to be “nasal”?

This is a diagram of the speech articulators, or the organs used by humans to make sounds. As you can see, I’ve circled the “velum,” the soft part in the way back of the roof of your mouth. (Go ahead, stick your tongue back there, I’ll wait.) The velum has a couple of functions, but for our purposes the most important one is to open and close the nasal cavity from the inside. When the velum is raised, the nasal cavity is closed off from the pharynx, so air can only escape out of the mouth; that’s how we get oral consonants like /b/ and /d/. (If you say “my nose” when you’re stuffed up, it sounds like “by doze” because no air can pass through your nasal cavity.)

However, when the velum is lowered, the nasal cavity is open to the pharynx, so air can escape out of the nose and we get nasal consonants like /n/ and /m/ and, of course, ん. Let’s go back to ん now.

Nasality in (Tokyo) Japanese

Nasality is really important in Japanese, too, which you may have inferred from the very existence of ん, the only free-standing Japanese consonant. ん is suuuuper interesting in a ton of ways (just trust me on this ^^;) but right now, we’re going to look at its relationship to and effect on vowels. (For the sake of ease, I won’t discuss ん’s multiple pronunciations, only the fact that they’re all nasal—send me an ask if you want to know more!)

We’ve looked at what it means to be a nasal consonant (i.e., to be a consonant produced with a lowered velum, through the nasal cavity), but now I want to look at what it means to be a nasal vowel. Unlike oral consonants, vowels can be pronounced in the oral cavity or in the nasal cavity. Since raising and lowering the velum is actually a fairly difficult motion, the velum, once lowered, often stays there until it absolutely must close; or, in preparation for lowering, lowers early. When it “must” close (i.e., to create oral sounds) or when “early” is varies by language, but in any case, many languages experience the phenomenon whereby the presence of nasal consonants nasalizes vowels that would otherwise be oral. Lucky us—Japanese is one of those languages.

In Japanese, ん’s main effect on vowels is to nasalize them. Here are a couple of examples of words whose vowels have been nasalized by ん (nasal sounds bolded):

gaman (がまん・我慢)

shinbun (しんぶん・新聞)

honki (ほんき・本気)

As you can see, each of these examples involves an oral vowel becoming nasal when it precedes ん. This is evidence for the velum lowering earlier than you might expect, in preparation to say ん. What happens, then, when a vowel follows ん?

jun’i (じゅんい・順位)

ken’o (けんお・嫌悪)

zen’aku (ぜんあく・善悪)

Tons of nasalization here! These examples are evidence for the velum staying open because it is simply too much work to close it again. Here’s the key difference between these two sets of examples: vowel nasalization preceding ん must occur, whereas vowel nasalization following ん can occur. (The reason for this has to do with ん’s complexity—again, send an ask for more! I love to talk about phonology!!) Because vowel nasalization following ん is a possibility and not an imperative, the above examples can also be pronounced as follows:

jun’i (じゅんい・順位)

ken’o (けんお・嫌悪)

zen’aku (ぜんあく・善悪)

Ostensibly, it is possible to close the velum swiftly enough to avoid nasalization of the vowels following ん. We are now finally prepared to investigate the instigator of this treatise, 雰囲気. So, let’s get back to it!

雰囲気 and its phonological evolution

Alright, yes, I’ll finally say what you’ve been waiting for me to say: the “correct” on’yomi for the kanji 雰 is フン, not フ; and the “correct” on’yomi for the kanji 囲 is イ, not イン. I put correct in quotation marks because it’s an extremely problematic word in linguistics (and plenty of other academic fields, I’m sure), so I’m not going to spend any more time on it. (Yet again, any questions, please shoot me an ask!) In short, I dispute the argument that ふんいき is the categorically “correct” pronunciation of 雰囲気.

Instead, I prefer to say that ふんいき is ONE OF the OBSERVED pronunciations of 雰囲気. Another observed pronunciation of the word is ふいんき, as you can see in the data below:

This graph from NHK放送文化研究所 shows data on which age and gender demographics are more likely to use which of these two observed pronunciations. As the red line shows, 77% of people polled would only use ふんいき, whereas 22% are comfortable using ふいんき instead of or in addition to ふんいき. So how did nearly a quarter of this population find themselves in use of a pronunciation that Denshi Jisho deems “irregular”?

Well, it’s because of ん, that pesky little kana, and its tendency to nasalize its neighbors! I bet you can totally see where this is going now, but let me drive the point home. Here’s a flow chart I’ve adapted from that same NHK article into rōmaji (nasal sounds bolded, double-spaced for clarity):

f u n ’ i k i ⇒ f u n ’ i k i ⇒ f u u i k i ⇒ f u i i k i ⇒ f u i n k i

This flow chart shows common pronunciations of 雰囲気 over time. Let’s break down each of these five steps, and be warned that it gets weird:

fun’iki: What we might “expect” from the “correct” pronunciation of 雰囲気. Imperative vowel nasalization preceding ん is observed. Possible nasalization following ん is not observed. (Written ふんいき.)

fun’iki: Nasalization following ん has developed, since it is difficult to close the nasal cavity in time to pronounce い. (Written ふんいき.)

fuuiki: ん has...disappeared? Okay, this is yet another bizarre phonological feature of ん. In short, the vowel in ふ has lengthened and become ふう in order to “mimic” the sound of ん. (Still written ふんいき, or ふーいき for clarity.)

fuiiki: The vowels in ふう and い have switched lengths to become ふ and いい in a process known as quantitative metathesis! This is actually pretty common cross-linguistically. It be like that sometimes. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (Already written ふいんき, or ふいーき for clarity.)

fuinki: Step 3 is reversed (short vowel + ん changed to a long vowel; now a long vowel changes to short vowel + ん). Notably, nasality is still observed in the vowel in ふ, showing its origins as a vowel which once preceded ん as in Steps 1 and 2. (Written ふいんき.)

According to the NHK graph, 77% of people polled pronounce 雰囲気 at any of Steps 1-3 (ふんいき), and 22% pronounce it at either Step 4 or 5 (ふいんき) because of this natural, even expected phonological process. Now, those two overarching percentages are a big generalization, so I recommend you look more closely at the graph to see the disparities in pronunciation of 雰囲気 within each age group individually, and of course to listen to Japanese speakers in your own life, whether in person or online.

And with that, this magnum opus of mine comes to an end! Whew—I sure hope this was helpful, or at least interesting. As you know by now, I’m always delighted to chat one-on-one, whether about Japanese or linguistics or niche NHK polls or anything else at all. Thanks for reading, everyone, and happy studying!

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Comeback Kid: Part 3

Summary: More third person additions to the chaos rp that @chibi-mushroom and @animacreates are doing.This time, Sabrina has spontaneously decided to break up with Ventus after what could amount to a nervous breakdown. In the aftermath, she is forced to take all her vacation time and become reacquainted with one of her favorite hobbies. But is it enough to get over Ven, or will the memory of him be too much to ignore?

Rating: K+

Word Count: 2,492 words

Part: 1 | 2 | 3

If you liked this story, please reblog!

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In dance, the phrase 'one more time' was its biggest lie. It was always 'one more time' before you ran through the routine seven more times. It was very common for a class to sometimes run five to ten minutes over just because the teacher wanted to make sure everyone had the right steps down. The only good thing about having private lessons meant that you could almost end the session whenever you wanted. Roxanne wasn't that bad either- no surprise, Max was pretty good at finding genuine girls.

Not much smaller than Sabrina, Roxanne was a lovely redhead with a habit of twisting her hair when she was nervous or excited. When dancing, she kept her hair up in a high ponytail with a little strand hanging down on the right side of her face. Sabrina didn't want to admit it, but Roxanne was pretty good as an instructor. Just a few days under her tutelage and Sabrina was once more accustomed to her dancing shoes. It also helped that Sabrina was there four times a week. She would have been here six times a week if her family wasn't closely monitoring her. It was like being a preteen all over again.

“The recital isn't that far away, but if you want to, I'm sure we can squeeze you in.” Roxanne offered after the first week. At this point, Sabrina had gotten a refresher on the basics, so she and Roxanne were working on a short routine for her to further develop her old skills. “You can use this routine we're going through and everything.”

“I've got all the time in the world, Roxanne.” Sabrina prudently informed her. She couldn't look at her teacher because she was currently stretching a leg on the barre. “I can be here every day of the week if I wanted. As long as I'm home before 10. I'm on a curfew.”

“Any particular reason?” Roxanne asked, not meaning any harm. “I noticed that someone usually drops you off. Max mentioned that you were trying to recuperate from a bad breakup. Is that still the case?”

Sabrina's body tensed. “Yeah.” she grumbled. She switched legs before telling Roxanne, “Apparently, coming home and screaming like you've got witnessed a murder means you've had a mental breakdown and need to take a month to recover. If that.”

“Oh, wow.” Roxanne marveled. “I didn't know. I'm sorry. Let's talk about something else, then!”

“Let's.” came the agreeing hiss.

“I know!” the bubbly instructor said. “The local radio station is going to be interviewing some staff here at the studio for a little sketch they're doing. Something about hometown heroes or hotspots? Either way, I'm one of the staff that volunteered to be interviewed, so I may have to leave our session for a bit to talk to one of the hosts.”

“When is this happening?” Sabrina questioned, putting her leg down so she could give Roxanne a hard glare.

“Next Monday, I believe.” Roxanne grinned. But then she noticed Sabrina's dark expression and seemed taken aback. “You don't mind, do you?”

“No, I guess not.” Sabrina replied, her voice rather dark, before she got down to the floor to straddle the wall. Maybe the pain from the stretch warmup would distract enough to not be bitter.

. . .

“Lengthen your body a bit more. Good. Now lower your leg slowly… Perfect!”

This routine was becoming second nature at this point. Roxanne would sometimes stand near Sabrina to help her balance a bit when they had to review certain positions, such as at this moment. Not that Sabrina particularly enjoyed the -literal- hand holding. Still, someone would have tutted at her for not accepting other's help- let alone from her own teacher. She could stomach this for now.

The girls were interrupted when Roxanne's phone started to go off. She carefully let go of Sabrina before going on over to see who it was. She gave the phone a rather funny look as she answered it.

“Hello?” she asked. Sabrina only half listened to the conversation as she got some water from her water bottle. “Is he here? That's great! I'll be out in a moment.”

Roxanne happily twisted her hanging strand of hair. “He's here!” she happily announced to Sabrina.

“I'll be back in a jiffy. Feel free to go through the routine again, or whatever else you'd like.”

Sabrina gave the instructor a rather disinterested hum in response. It didn't phase Roxanne in the slightest. She happily smiled before heading on out the door. Sabrina looked back to where Roxanne had left, then her gaze fell to the one-way mirror next to the door. It was placed there so parents could watch their children dance. Sabrina had a good feeling that other people used it to peep in on whoever was in that studio at the time. She knew that at least one single parent on Mondays looked in on her while she practiced. He wasn't particularly cute and his kid was a brat, always asking to go to the bathroom so they didn't have to be in a class they didn't even enjoy.

She had a feeling someone was watching her now, and the thought made her grimace.

Besides throwing a towel up at the window, there wasn't much Sabrina could do about it. So instead she went to the stereo and flipped through her music playlist. She didn't know how long Roxanne would take, but she wouldn't spend her time just sitting around for her. Sabrina clicked her tongue as she went through every song she had, not liking a single one at the moment. She finally paused when a song with a relatively good beat started to play. Her expression hard, Sabrina carefully stepped away from the stereo to the center of the room.

She looked at herself in the mirror as she started to move her body to the music. It was like she was experimenting. The routine she and Roxanne were working on led emphasis more to her legs and upper body control than much else. But this time, Sabrina just went with whatever felt good. Quick foot movements, seductive little hip tilts, her arms used to bring her chest up a bit higher as she continued to watch herself. Sometimes she'd close her eyes- phantom images of a certain someone crossing her mind as she moved her body just the way she wanted. She never once got the chance to 'service' him like a professional. The idea just never came up before. Now it was the only thing she could think of.

She was a bit disappointed when the song ended. At the same time, she didn't realize how much of a workout she had given herself. Her chest lightly heaved as she caught her breath. She wasn't quite aware that the door to the studio room opened up until she saw someone with fiery red hair enter with Roxanne. Sabrina immediately spun around to give them both a dark glare. Roxanne didn't seem to notice Sabrina's annoyance, the newcomer (who had to be a good six feet at least) just grinned at her in a smarmy way.

“Sabrina!” Roxanne happily said, “Come meet Lea. He's that radio host I mentioned earlier.”

Sabrina remained rooted in her spot. It didn't stop Lea from casually walking over to her, extending his hand in hopes of an earnest handshake.

“Pleasure to meet'cha!” Lea grinned. It didn't change Sabrina's outlook on him in the slightest. “Your name is Sabrina, yeah? You wouldn't happen to be the same Sabrina that used to work at the police station with Sora, are you? The one that was fraternizing with another cop. Ventus, I think?”

Sabrina's face immediately paled. Without meaning to, she grumbled under her breath, “Shit.”

“So you are her!” Lea gleefully marveled. “Sora's got a lotta respect for you. Makes Kairi jealous sometimes, you know?”

Sabrina just gave him a stiff nod- unsure if she was going to kill Kairi first when she next saw her, or Sora. Maybe both. Both sounded incredibly tempting at the moment. Then she could steal their kid as a peace offering to Ventus. It would be the perfect revenge.

“How do you know Kairi and Sora?” she asked instead through clenched teeth. She did accept his handshake, although her grip was a bit too hard. Oh well, she had to assert dominance over this moron somehow.

“I'm Kairi's brother if you'd believe it.” Lea snorted. He pulled his hand away with a little shake, but didn't say anything about it. “We don't get to meet up as often as we'd like, but when we do…! Phew, her man really knows how to tell a story.”

“Sora does have a chronic 'won't shut up' problem.” Sabrina agreed with a sneer. She folded her arms in front of her chest in defiance.

“Now, I wouldn't put it like that,” Lea laughed, placing a hand behind his neck. “But he is animated. Hopefully having kids won't knock that out of him too much.”

“Here's hoping.”

From there, a dead silence fell between the two of them. Sabrina casting daggers at Lea from her eyes, while Lea likewise felt a bit out of place. There were few people who made him feel small. Kairi when she was peeved was one of them. This girl, Sabrina, was starting to become another.

“Well, I, uh, should let you girls get back to your lesson.” Lea stammered, hoping to get out of the room as fast as possible now. “It was a pleasure to meet you guys. Roxanne. Sabrina.”

Roxanne gave a happy wave as Lea left, Sabrina just continued to give him a hard glare. Once it was sure that he had left the building, Roxanne immediately turned to Sabrina to take her by the hands.

“You were a cop?!” the bubbly redhead asked. Sabrina’s whole body tensed as she tried to get out of her instructor’s grip.

“Roxanne, now isn’t the time…”

But Roxanne was too in wonder to do much else.

“Well it’s no wonder you got such refined upper body strength!” she went on. “You can’t really tell because you don’t show off a six pack or anything, but do you ever look at yourself in the mirror? How your abs just contract and expand in this beautiful way?”

“How does that even-?”

At this point, Sabrina might as well give up making Roxanne change the subject. She was going to have to excuse herself to leave early today if this kept up. Why did talking about the past feel so much more draining now? It’s not like it was anything she was -too- ashamed of. Were the memories draining because she worked to the point of exhaustion? Was it because of the people she spent time with? No, that couldn’t be right- would it?

Either way, Sabrina was sure of something;

If she saw Lea again, it would be far too soon.

. . .

Sabrina looked at Roxanne like the dance instructor just told her Ventus had recently punted a puppy.

“Don’t worry,” she tried to tell the unamused dancer, “You’ll still be able to do your single routine at the recital. But I think it would be good if you tried a pas de deux as well.”

“With who, Roxanne? Because I don't know anyone else in this studio, and I sure as hell am not just going to start shaking hands with the first guy that walks in.”

Roxanne very quickly twirled her strand of hair in excitement. “Oh, but I think you already know who this is. He’s been a super quick learner for our first session. You and him can come up with a routine for the recital in a snap.”

Sabrina just continued to stare. “No, I don’t think I do.”

“Just trust me.” Roxanne told her, even putting a hand on her shoulder. “He’ll be here on Thursday. I’m going to get you two started as soon as possible.”

Sabrina emitted a low growl of displeasure. Even when she had freedom, she was still trapped. But she was patient… to a degree. She decided to humor Roxanne and waited dutifully for her new dance partner. The odd feeling that the certain someone was blonde kept nagging at her. When the door to the studio room opened, she had to physically keep herself from strangling the six foot, fire red haired mutant that actually did come through the door. He even acted all surprised and thrilled to be with her- that fool.

“Hey Sabrina!” he cheerfully greeted. “Roxanne was telling me that you're looking for a dance partner.”

“I am not.” came the prudent reply. She even folded her arms in displeasure as he walked further forward.

“Ah, too bad.” he teased. He boastfully pointed to himself before adding, “Because you got one right here!”

“Behind the beanpole in front of me, or are they somewhere else in the building? It would be rude to not tell them they aren't wanted to their face.”

“Ha, ha.” Lea retorted in a dry tone. “Look, Roxanne’s kinda already gave me the spiel that you’re not that trusting toward others. I ain’t gonna knock that outta ya because it’s your business. But you’re a good dancer. You put a lot of heart into what you do. Now, I may not be the best, but I want to work with you.”

Sabrina held herself tighter. “Why?” she sharply questioned. “What do you have to gain from it?”

“Do I have to have anything to gain from it?” Lea wondered right back, his hand sheepishly reaching behind his neck. “Maybe I’d just like to dance with a talented partner? Do I hafta go through a whole interview process?”

She wasn’t going to lie, it sounded incredibly tempting. But this wasn’t the police station. This wasn’t even her trying to find some good trait in a super lousy county treasurer with delusions of grandeur. She didn't know Lea well enough to know what he'd do at all. Not knowing if she couldn't trust someone was like being vulnerable; she couldn't allow it, and she wanted it even less. However, she likely wouldn't even be in this spot if she didn't open up more. She flinched, not for the first time today thinking of someone else. If she could have just stopped being an abusive monster and just talked to him like he wanted…

“Fine.” she finally grumbled. Her fingers digging into her arms as she looked back up at Lea. “But only until this next recital. After that, I don't want anything to do with you.”

“Alright, geez.” Lea retorted, unsure if he should be grateful or even more wary. “Dancing with one guy isn't going to change your whole outlook on life, kid.”

Sabrina recoiled a bit. Lea didn't know it, but that was exactly what she wanted to do.

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Humans are Space Orcs: The Marathon

From the Intergalactic Journal of Mechanics and Biology

They say that a single human once ran for 80 hours 44 minutes without stopping to sleep. He covered a distance of 350m (360km) during that time. At a relative speed of less than 5 miles an hour, the speed pales in comparison to other apex predators of their planet. The spotted cheetah can run up to 76 miles per hour, but can only sustain that for approximately 1,500 feet. The best bread and trained horses of their planet may be able to run 100 miles in a day, but many who attempt this feat never finish.

Despite its relative speed, the human can sustain a relative pace of four miles an hour four a little over three earth solar cycles without rest (keep in mind that this is not an examination of average ability).

Once thought to be the most endurance evolved species in the galaxy, the Rundi can run for an hour at the speed of fifteen miles per hour, but in a long distance race with a human, they find themselves slowly outmatched.

First, they outpace the human easily, they grow slowly tired, they fall to a slow walking speed, they try to maintain, but their body overheats. Eventually the steady footsteps of the approaching human converge and then pass ahead to recede into the distance.

Compared to most creatures, the human has a few advantages. Bipedal in nature, they can carry objects with them as they run like water and food, the arches in their feet act as shocks and springs to decrease shock. The feet are oriented straight ahead and their toes are shortened to decrease the mechanical work of the foot. Spring-like tendons and ligaments aid them as they run. A narrow waist that can pivot allows for the swimming of arms during running action. A heightened sense of balance and movement keeps them on a straight course and allows their head to remain steady as they go. About 20 miles of energy can be stored in the muscles themselves. Additionally, one of the largest muscles in the body, the gluteus maximus is not engaged during a brisk walk but during a run. But the biggest factor, is their ability to cool through sweat.

As far as we know, humans, and some of their earthly counterparts, are the only creatures in the universe that excrete water to catalyze cooling.

They were going to die.

The sun would come up, and burn them to death and they were going to die.

Krill never thought that his life would end this way. Surrounded by the strange Humans on a class A death planet waiting for the star to rise over the horizon and melt them to a crisp.

Even the humans standing in the desert sand around him looked subdued. Usually, during near death situations, they were relatively chipper, but this was different. They knew they were going to die.

Captain Vir gave a sigh, “Knew we shouldn’t have trusted that little scab.” He muttered looking up towards the sky where the troop transport had vanished carrying with it their merchandise and its conniving Tesraki pilot probably laughing gleefully to himself about the stupidly of the trustingly naive humans.

The darkness was so profound out in the desert at night, though the stars overhead were particularly striking.

Krill, the captain asked, “How far are we from the sanctuary.”

A few quick calculations in his head and Krill felt himself sink towards the sand. This was hopeless, and the planet’s magnetic field made their communications ability almost nonexistent.

“How far?” The captain prodded

“40 Units.”

“In miles please, America still hasn’t switched to the metric system.”

A quick calculation

“25 miles.”

A sudden shift in the group, and he looked up to find a confusing sight. The humans looked almost hopeful glancing around at each other.

The captain grinned, “That’s great news.”

Krill stared at him in disbelief, “25 MILES captain. And only seven hours before the sun comes up. We have no chance.”

A bark of laughter escaped the humans.

A cheer rose up.

What was happening?

“Anyone here ever run a Marathon?” The captain asked

The human’s cheering died down and there was a pause.

The captain frowned, “Anyone want to run for their first time?” He questioned

Silence.

Krill stared on in confusion, “I’m sorry, what is a Marathon.”

“It’s sort of this tradition we have. Supposedly after the final battle between the Athenians and the Persians, an Athenian soldier ran 25 miles back to Athens to tell of the victory before he died.”

Krill blinked in horror, “A tradition.”

“Yeah, they hold them all the time back home.”

“So a few of you just give up your lives to run a race.”

Laughter shook the sand around him.

“No, thousands of people come to participate, and no one usually dies. Most people are up and walking after about an hour or two if not directly after.”

Krill stared at the humans in a mixture of awe.

The captain rubbed the back of his neck, “I suppose I could do it.

“Yeah send the one eyed one leg cripple to run for our lives.” One of the humans commented sarcastically

“I could go.” Another volunteered

The captain shook his head, “I may have one leg, but that just means I can’t feel pain in it. Not to mention I used to run when I was younger.”

“Used to being the key point there.” Someone muttered

“I heard that.” The captain snapped though there was less malice in his voice than one might have supposed.

Krill sometimes did wonder about that. In most species cultures, the crippled were weeded out in order to preserve the race, but these humans were odd. Losing a limb seemed to have the opposite effect, and if you could function with a missing limb, the humans were even more impressed.

He wondered if it wasn’t some sort of primitive form of dominance. The more scars you had the more fights you had survived, which made you the strongest.

The captain dropped his bag to the ground and began pulling off his jacket. Krill shook his head, “Captain, it is too cold out.”

The captain shook his head, “I’ll warm up.” Krill stared on in confused fascination as the man proceeded to strip off his outer layer until he stood in nothing but his undershorts and socks.

The other humans laughed and cat called back to their normal oblivious selves.

Did they not understand how dead they were? They were alone waiting for sunrise on a class A death planet. This was no time to be laughing at partial nudity.

The captain struck some sort of pose earing jeers before motioning to one of the other men, “Your shoes.”

“But captain, I.”

“Shoes, lieutenant, I am not running 26 miles in combat boots.

Reluctantly the other man gave up his shoes and handed them to the other man.

The group grew quiet, and began pulling out supplies putting together a small bag of water and food.

The captain stood on the outskirts of the group stretching his flesh leg before checking the functioning of the robotic one. Both seemed to be working seamlessly.

His teeth shattered, and he began hopping around in a circle.

The man really had gone mad.

The lieutenant with the missing shoes approached him from the side, “You better hurry captain. I set a watch for you. You should have Seven hours to make it, but it will get hotter as the sun approaches.” The Captain nodded, and with a sort of surreal optimism, he began his run letting off a whoop into the night as if he was challenging he sun itself.

Humans were reckless like that. They believed they could beat anything.

It was an almost beautiful thing to watch as the human grew smaller and smaller against the horizon. His footing was sure and seamless despite his injury. As a medic, Krill could almost see the cords of muscle contracting and lengthening under the skin. Despite its awkward appearance, the human really was graceful when in his element.

***

He wasn’t’ thinking that four hours later when the sky began to lighten. It was barely perceptible but he could feel it, and he could feel the heat of the approaching sun already beginning to warm him. The humans could feel it too, and they began taking off their jackets looking towards the horizon where their doom was fast approaching.

The jokes were sparser now as were the smiles. He could sense the tension on them as hormones in the air. Adrenaline…. The scent of the poison made him ill, and he had no idea how the humans survived straight injections of it into their system.

The sky grew brighter. The heat was at around 70 degrees now.

The humans appeared comfortable, and so was he, but anything above 75 and he would begin to wilt. The humans told him they could withstand temperatures up to 100+ degrees for short periods, and not very comfortably.

He could tell when the heat increased because he felt his body shutting down.

In an act of reckless and pointless kindness, the humans used the rest of their remaining water to cool him. Not like it would matter. They were dead anyway.

Hour five rolled by, and he was sure they were dead…. He was fading quickly as the heat grew to around 80 degrees. The humans frantically fanned him from all sides. In a sort of delirious haze he felt a sense of attachment to these strange creatures who had taken him in despite the divide between species.

That’s when they heard the sounds of the engines.

Looking up into the sky they caught sight of the transport fast approaching, and a great cheer rose into the air. He couldn’t believe it.

It took a few minutes at 90 degrees before the ship landed, and he was quickly carried inside by a mass of cheering humans, door shutting behind them with a screech.

He was enveloped in cool bliss. Enough to finally lift his head and look around annoyed that the humans seemed relatively fine despite sheen of sweat and a few headaches, and of course…. The captain.

He sat hunched under a reflective emergency blanket with an ice pack to his head. His prosthetic leg was gone and his other foot was a mass of blisters. His upper legs were a mass of raw skin where friction had rubbed it away, but he was grinning.

He must have seen the awed look on Krill’s face for he gave a wink, “Told you, easy. We humans do it all the time.”

Krill shook his head in amazement and fascination. They really were indestructible.

Of course, he may not have thought that later on if he had watched the captain limp piteously back to his room, squeal like a girl when the shower water touched his chafed skin all before flopping into bed to sleep a continuous thirteen hours.

That part would be conspicuously missing from the story. A story that told of a one-legged one-eyed human who ran 26 miles in almost no clothes during heat ranging from 40-90 degrees on a class A death planet under six hours all to save his crew.

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cuddlycolby · 4 years

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Hollywood’s Bleeding (CB) - PT 2

Word Count: 1,328

Dawn looked at Colby for a few seconds, speechless. Then she sighed heavily, “Colb, I understand where you’re coming from, but you also did just find out about all of this… Let’s give it a few days before doing anything life-changing.”

Colby let out a low breath and kissed her on the cheek. “I know you’re right… But my gut feelings never steer me wrong. I don’t think my opinion will change.”

“I know.” She made a small smile. “We should still wait. Let’s get some sleep, and I have to get ready for another trip this weekend.”

“I’d love to come with.”

Dawn gave him a look. She knew that his social media kept him pretty busy. There was also the concern that he’d be in danger the entire time. He didn’t know how to properly protect himself against vampires.

He chuckled. “I am ahead on my filming schedule, you know that, and Reggie finished the video for Friday. It’s ready to go… aaaand Sam and I finished going through footage for the next series. Sam is taking the reins to edit the first episode. There’s not a single reason why I couldn’t go.”

She looked at him, hesitating, but finally gave in. “Okay, but you’re going to stay away when I go hunt down the next target. That’s non-negotiable.”

He put his hands up in surrender. “I understand. I won’t be around for that.”

Dawn tugged on the oversized shirt before crawling back into Colby’s bed and pecked him on the lips.”Good. Night, Colb.”

“Night, babe.”

***

“She’s letting you in on the secret work trips?” Jake gasped, genuinely intrigued.

Colby laughed as he stuffed his latest merch shirt into his backpack. “Yeah, man. We made a new step in our relationship a couple nights ago.”

Jake smirked and moved closer to punch him in the arm. “Only took a year, but way to go bro.”

“Thanks,” Colby retorted with a roll of eye. He slipped his laptop into the back pocket of his backpack, then the charging cords. He promised Dawn he wouldn’t bring a single camera to record; he was sort of over making vlogs for content. He zipped up his backpack and let it flop backwards on his bed.

“Are you not going to make a video about it? You know the fans would eat that up.”

Colby shrugged. “Eh, I don’t necessarily support that content anymore. Also, it’s Dawn’s work trip and I don’t want to intrude.”

Jake sighed heavily with a fake roll of eye. “You being a grown up sucks.”

Colby busted out laughing and made a wide-eyed look in his direction. “I know, but I won’t apologize for it. We’re getting to that age, bro.”

“I will never grow up.” Jake superman plopped onto Colby’s bed and caused his backpack to roll onto the floor.

“That’s not surprising.”

Colby leaned over to pick his backpack up and then walked out into the living room area. Dawn was going to be back tonight and they’d leave the following morning. She said she would take care of the travel costs and plans, which was a refreshing change for him. It did have to be lowkey so he would be going incognito as possible. It helped that she was assigned to go to Minnesota; no one would suspect him to be there.

The door to his apartment opened and Sam walked in, then Dawn.

“Bumped into this blond nerd in the hallway. He’s shocked to hear you’re traveling with me and says it’s your turn to edit the first episode.” She raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms as Colby’s face flushed in embarrassment.

“Yeah… I may have fibbed a little to get on board with you. But Sam, come on man, please edit the first episode. I have the trailer finished. I sent you the draft copy.”

Sam looked at Colby and rubbed his chin as he thought. Then he pointed a finger in his direction. “I will on one condition.”

“Yeah?”

“I get to wear whatever shirt of yours I want to the People’s Choice Awards.”

Colby raised his eyebrows. “That’s it?”

Sam thought for a little bit more, then nodded. “Yup.”

“Okay, deal.” Colby shrugged and made his way to kiss Dawn on the cheek. “I can still go, don’t even think about canceling my flight.”

Dawn smirked. “You’re lucky I love you.”

Jake rolled his eyes. “The way you two negotiate is so stupid sometimes. I would’ve tried for a lot more brother.”

“Don’t give him ideas, I think it’s a fair trade,” Colby stated.

“I’m not you, brother. I don’t need much in return for a little switch around in the schedule.” Sam laughed and patted Colby’s shoulder. “Alright, I’m out, that’s why I came over. Have a good weekend.”

“See you on Monday, bro.”

“I guess I’m out too,” Jake added and followed behind Sam with a slam.

Colby looked at Dawn, and made a small sigh. “So our flight is in the morning?”

She nodded. “In a way.”

“Are you telling me that you can fly and I’ll be hitchin?”

She bit her lip to stop a laugh and shrugged.

“Dawn, please tell me.”

“No.” She let out her laugh now. “I’m kidding, yes our flight out of LAX is in the morning, 8AM. I can’t fly, but I can run fast.”

Colby furrowed his eyebrows. “What else can you do? That was sort of left out of the discussion from the other night.”

“It didn’t come up, but now that you ask… I have super strength, super speed, fast healing, and non-aging life of eternity abilities.”

“No sparkling, other super powers, or compelling?”

She rolled her eyes. “No, that’s all fake cinema. We’re not that powerful.”

“But your nails do grow longer, the other vampire’s didn’t.”

“Wow, you were more aware during that incident than I thought...” She laughed. “Uhm, that… that-I had an in with a werewolf at one point who scratched me and their blood infused in my stream. It causes my nails to lengthen. Nothing more.”

“Wait… Werewolves exist?”

She nodded. “Yeah… I hate to tell you, but your bro Jake is one. He knows about me. He picked me out after the first time we all hung out.”

Colby mumbled, “Of course he would say vampires exist... And then call you out. I didn’t believe him, but I should’ve…”

“Hey, I wouldn’t either. I used to not believe it until it was too late. Werewolves aren’t a threat to anyone, not being able to control their anger is a myth. Jake is a great example of that.”

“Are they like part of… Groups?”

She shrugged. “They can be, but most of the time they’re not. It’s not that easy to be together all the time.”

“That makes sense.”

“You are taking this in well.” She smirked and ruffled his hair. “He’s probably the only other person that knows within the group, no one else is a supernatural being. Except, Sam is a medium, but that doesn’t mean he can detect other supernatural beings like vampires and werewolves. Only ghosts.”

“That’s not surprising whatsoever,” Colby chuckled and then bit his lip as he rested his hands on Dawn’s hips. “If I turned, Jake would know… And I feel like I would have to tell Sam. Things could be chill for a while.”

“Yeah…” she trailed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “In my experience, telling humans has never gone well.”

“But I’m human and I’m cool with it.”

Dawn kissed him on the lips. “But… You also love me and have a heart of gold.”

He smiled as he inched closer to her face for another kiss. “I do love you. I don’t want anyone else.”

Dawn felt slightly uneasy, but in her heart she knew that if he truly wanted to turn, she would do it for him. He was her biggest weakness this decade. She’d do anything for him.

Next: Part 3

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Adamance of a Dragon

Made in collaboration with @i-am-here-with-fanfic.

Rating: T+; Innuendos are always fun.

Word Length: 3,122

Chapter 4- A Different Perspective

In the likely event that I would be teased for befriending Todoroki so swiftly (being bisexual and a dragon gave my adoptive family a lot of opportunities), I was not about to let Aaron ‘get off the hook’, so to speak. Besides, he had no need to worry about being kissed on the cheek; he was straight, despite the fact that many people back in the States thought he and I were dating. Bloody idiots, we are like brothers!

Not sure why that was where my mind went, especially when mum began scolding Aaron.

She was shocked to hear of the incident, pulling on her son’s cheeks as she questioned, “Do you have any idea on how many people you worried? Did you already forget the basics?”

When she let go, Aaron rubbed his cheeks, a few tears welling up in his eyes. “I said I couldn’t contain myself… I’m sorry.” He slumped down in a chair nearby.

Aria sighed as she shook her head. “Thank you, Faian, for letting me know. From what you’ve told me, I think he has been punished enough. In any case, how did training go for the both of you? Aaron, were you able to absorb your iron back into your system? And Faian, did you lengthen the duration you can wield your blades,” she asked, walking towards the kitchen to serve dinner.

Getting up from his seat, Aaron followed and helped her set the table. He told her he was able to not only reclaim his iron but was able to create a dagger instead of just a needle. Mum congratulated him, sitting at her spot as Aaron and I sat beside her at the table. Turning towards me for my ‘evaluation’, I told her I increased my duration for each elemental stance by two minutes, a total of seven minutes for each element, forty-two minutes all together. She had a warm smile, and I could not help but smile as well, until she ruffled both mine and Aaron’s hair.

Giggling while pleading for her to stop, we asked her about her day at work when she finally did. In between bites of food, she told us she was doing well at her new job, working at the police station as a private counselor for heroes. It was her first day since moving here, and she has funny stories to tell us; something Aaron and I are greatly fond of.

Obviously, she must keep all the information of her actual work confidential, but many of the officers try to pry and find out the secret of the heroes she counsels (it being her first day, they likely thought she would slip up; she did not). So, her natural reaction to these attempts is to feign ignorance and act forgetful; which nearly broke me. I mean, Aria is like ‘Super Mum’- cooker of excellent food and kicker of ass. The mere suggestion that people could believe her to be incompetent is absolutely hilarious. Even Aaron was stifling his laughter. Well, trying to.

Part way through dinner, I got up to get a drink from the refrigerator. It was at this time that mum asked me how my evening with Todoroki went yester night, and if I had any plans to visit him. I could feel Aaron smirking as she asked.

I also no longer felt any guilt (assuming I had any) for revealing the train fight to Aria.

“It went well. We shared some soba, he taught me the proper etiquette for a meal, and I met his elder sister. We also plan on having a training day together, should he have the time.” I said as I returned to my seat, hoping to avoid any jo-.

“You’re going to spend an entire day getting hot and sweaty with a boy?” Aria insinuated.

“And dream of your sweet Romeo on lonesome nights?” Aaron teased.

Taking a deep breath, I first looked at Aria, staring into her dark blue eyes. Speaking with oversaturated sincerity, I inquired, “Ah, silly mum, you remember that I am near-immune to either extreme of temperature, no?” Turning to Aaron, I continued, “and dear brother, did you forget my dreams are of the fantastical variety? I have not any control over them.”

It was silent for a few moments, my blatant sarcasm settling on their ears. Aaron was the first to speak.

“I have some condoms from sex ed. before we moved. They’re good for another two or three years.”

SMACK

Aria slapped Aaron on the back of his shoulder, exclaiming, “NO sex jokes until you’re 18 young man! But good PSA.”

“I am 14 bleeding years old!” I had shouted, slamming my fists on the table for more dramatic effect. Also, to show that I truly do feel abashed by this.

Without missing a beat, Aria responded. “You’re also a dragon. And your ruts and heats are getting worse,” her voice took on a more concerned tone, “you’ve less than two years before you’re stuck indoors for entire months. Aaron and I don’t have the capacity to care for you during those times. I know you aren’t looking for a mate, but at least bond with more people. Please?”

A heavy sigh escaped from me as I slumped back into my chair. I gave her a small nod and agreed with her once more when she asked me to start using my Prudentia form after I start class.

She was the one person I simply could not defy. I mean, she had taken me in after the death of my entire immediate family. She raised me alongside Aaron and the three of us were content together. Even though I am not of her blood, I shall fight for her as if she had undergone those months of pain carrying me; just like my true mother had.

After all, ‘The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.’

Aaron and I were washing the dishes while mum was tending to her garden. She had planted quite a few sunflower seeds, claiming they reminded her of her favorite hero- All Might. They had yet to start growing, but she was adamant about caring for them.

Speaking of All Might, he smelled vaguely familiar. I could not quite place his scent, considering I was on the verge of sensory overload from being in the ocean and using my quirk to rid of some of the trash. Then, there was that blond skeleton who restrained Aaron at Tatooin Station (I am loving all the references in this town). He smelled a lot like All Might and I could barely discern Aaron from him. It is possible they just have similar scents, after all, there were dozens, if not hundreds, of people nearby. I would not doubt if I got confused.

But there was the matter that Aaron looked fairly like the skeletal man. They had comparable striking eyes and Aaron’s hair before he started styling it would be nearly indistinguishable. My suspicions were raised even further when a bang fell from his hair, framing his face before he tucked it behind his ear.

Before I could form any questions, my phone went off. I received a message from Todoroki asking me if I would like to spar with him, his sister acting as the referee. I replied, accepting his offer. Finishing the dishes, I told Aaron and went to tell Aria, letting them know I was about to head off. Fortunately, no attempts at innuendos were made.

P.O.V. switch for the first time! Let us see how it turns out, and I shall leave it to you heathens to decide if you want more changes in perspective(s).

I was sitting with Fuyumi while we waited for Nadal to arrive. She was happy that she’d be able to see him again and learn more about his quirk. Although he told me the basics of it, it was easy to tell he had a lot of hidden power; otherwise, he wouldn’t have gotten his license so early. Then again, I guess that doesn’t matter since he moved, and it was suspended.

“Whoops.”

That was, apparently, the only warning my sister and I got for Nadal’s arrival. He spiraled from the sky, catching himself last second with his crimson wings. Folding them around himself and sealing them away, he flashed a toothy grin, his sharp fangs rather noticeable. Fuyumi and I stood to greet him, walking towards him as he waved and gave a simple ‘Ello.’

“Hello, Nadal. It’s good to see you again. I hope you’re ready for our sparring match.”

Fuyumi pouted, “C’mon Shouto! He’s the first friend you’ve had in awhile and the first thing you tell him is to get ready to fight?”

I have to admit, she had a point. Granchester and Nadal were the first people to genuinely be kind to me, and Nadal was peculiar. He doesn’t appear at all what someone with his power and stature could be assumed to be.

I’m glad my old man had to stay late at his company so I could invite Nadal over, even with it being just the second day we have known one another. It’s refreshing to get to have someone else to talk to.

“Well, I hope you are ready for a tussle. It has been too long since I battled someone other than Aaron. I am afraid he knows me much too well!” Nadal was still smiling, and he removed his jacket, tying it around his waist.

I noticed the different colored bands around his wrists and on his neck, but it was Fuyumi who asked, “are those to help you control your dragon traits?”

He nodded, stating, “I also use them to channel my magic. Overuse tends to break down my body as if it were made of porcelain, unfortunately. I am often constrained by time limits for a majority of my magic use.”

Interrupting, I mentioned it would be better to see him demonstrate his quirk instead of just talking about it. Nadal agreed and I led him to the sparring area. We took our places, awaiting my sister’s command to start.

“Fight!”

I sent a wave of ice at Nadal, wanting to keep the pressure on him to prevent him from being able to retaliate. It didn’t work, though. With a simple kick, he sent a surge of electricity through the ice, shattering it and forcing me to create a wall to block the debris. Then, the wall of ice shifted until it was behind me, the ground unnaturally warped in its path.

Nadal charged me with blinding speed, stopping in front of me before sending a spartan kick with his right leg. I was barely able to cover my abdomen in ice to absorb some of the force before I was sent flying into my previous wall. The force broke most of it, but it only demonstrated the amount of control Nadal had over his own power. He charged me again, sending more kicks charged with electricity. He kept me on the defensive, but he didn’t land any more serious hits.

His fighting style relied on speed and emphasized powerful kicks, a dangerous combination as he only needed to land a single good hit to incapacitate someone, his speed giving him a better chance to do so. Fortunately, there was a break in his assault as he leaped back. I took notice of the cracks appearing on his ankles as his pants billowed with his movements. Before he landed, I covered the floor in ice, and he stumbled. Fuyumi briefly cheered for me before she composed herself, smiling widely as she watched us fight.

My opportunity presenting itself, I moved in close, staying within his reach to prevent him from kicking effectively, despite close quarters not being my strongest point. I used my ice to enhance my punches and created walls to throw him against or restrict his movement even further.

Unfortunately, I realized the battle was lost once he started to command the sky and earth in unison. Nadal had been sending surges of electricity into the floor as we fought, and with a snap of his fingers it evaporated, steam obscuring my vision. I tried to send a blast of ice around me to disperse it and push him back, but I couldn’t. Having used the steam to his advantage, Nadal concentrated it around me, dulling my senses and keeping me from noticing the vines and roots that sprouted from the ground and immobilized me.

I was about to use my fire side to burn them away but thought it better to create a shell of ice around me and expelling it. Not only did I free myself, but I got a lucky hit off Nadal. Several of the ice shards had impacted with his legs, and he flinched. It was the first time I had caused any observable damage to him.

With him currently distracted, I froze the area around him and tried to encase him in ice, copying his earlier attempt at restraining me. Instead, I was met with a coffin-shaped plate of light that pushed me back. Nadal changed his style, the band of white gold on his left wrist glowing and spinning slowly. The light plate flew back to him, resting near his forearm like a piece of levitating armor.

Recalling that his light magic was used mostly for defense, I took advantage of the new distance between us. I sent wave after wave of ice after him from all directions, freezing the ground beneath me to slide around him, careful not to get close. With the relentless attacks and damage to his legs, the possibility of him slipping up and me getting a hit off and turning the tide of-

“Piercing Light.”

This was the first time Nadal spoke rather than huff or grunt, and his husky yet modulated voice caught me off guard. A shaft of light shot through all the ice and pierced straight through my chest, anchoring me to the ground. I was paralyzed but felt no pain, nor was I bleeding. It was as if the spear was acting as a focus for Nadal’s magic that kept me pinned.

I was right. As Nadal walked out of the ice and neared me, he had several of those plates around him, another spear of light in his grasp. The closer he got, the more obvious the vein-like light that spread across my body, starting from the spear, became. It was in this moment that Fuyumi called the match and declared Nadal the victor.

All of his light constructs dissipated, and I was able to move again. Fuyumi and I moved to congratulate him, but he toppled over. It was apparent why, as the cracks across his left arm reached his elbow. Fuyumi helped him sit up as I kneeled next to him, asking if he needed to rest.

He rolled up his pant legs to see the amount of damage and, much like his arm, the cracks spread up to his joints. “Worry not. A few days of rest is all I need, along with suppressing some of my senses; however, I do appreciate the offer to rest here over night. Admittedly, I have faced far worse repercussions for using my magic like that. You certainly are a formidable opponent, dear Todoroki.”

“That was amazing, Nadal! I thought Shouto had you there before you sent that spear! No wonder you’re getting into U.A. on recommendation. Although, are you sure you don’t want to stay to rest, even if only for a few hours?” Fuyumi’s concern was warranted, but Nadal appeared unfazed by his own condition.

“Thank you, but my victory was not a result of my own skill. Todoroki Shouto, if I may impart some of my knowledge, a battle is like a balance. Only by tipping the scales in your favor shall you claim victory. If your opponent is faster, you must be stronger. If they are tougher, then be relentless. Should they be more powerful, then outwit them. The inverses are also true.”

Nadal’s advise washed over me, as though it were embedded in my mind. I guess it has to do with him being a dragon.

“I understand. My old man always told me that raw power and tenacity are all that matter in a fight.”

This earned me an uproarious laugh from Nadal. It was contagious, and Fuyumi began to giggle as a I felt the corners of my lips tug upwards. “It may be true … to an extent! After all, you relied so heavily on your ice that I was able to formulate a strategy around it rather quickly. Todoroki, you may not want to utilize your flames, but there will come a time where your victory, and possibly your life, shall be determined by your use of the fire.”

Again, Nadal’s words rang clear and true. It was weird how he made me feel, but I brushed it off, thinking it was due to him disagreeing with my old man’s philosophies. “Hopefully it doesn’t come to that. I will become a pro hero without having to use his quirk.”

“Shouto…” Fuyumi was upset with how much we were insulting Endeavor, but Nadal responded before I could.

He spoke softly, resting one hand on my shoulder, holding his free hand between us as he created a heart from fire. “Many elements have multiple facets to them. Air is kind yet ruthless. The earth can be compassionate or unforgiving. Light will blind and shadow obscure if your judgment is in question. Fire may be symbolic of anger and hate, but it also represents desire. Passion.

His natural deep chocolate eyes gazed into mine, his touch was comforting and the fire between us warmed my very soul. Continuing, “With water, it is the culmination of life; it represents the will of a person. But it could easily turn to apathy and freeze one’s own heart.”

Nadal demonstrated this with the flaming heart dying out, ice encasing it.

When it was done it disappeared and Nadal looked down. “Forgive me, for I am certain I overstepped my boundaries.”

Fuyumi and I stared at him. She held a look of utter disbelief at the sudden shift in his demeanor. I wasn’t sure how to react, and I didn’t get a chance to. We all heard the front door open, Endeavor announcing he’s home. Nadal took that as a sign to depart, but not before leaving my sister and I with one last piece of insight.

“As payment for me sharing my knowledge, please, refer to me by my first name. Farewell, dear friends.”

Beta Reader, Collaborator, Owner of Aria and Aaron Granchester, and Creator of the Illegitimate Son storyline- @i-am-here-with-fanfic.

PS- I apologize for my inactivity. I have gotten back on track and starting next week, my schedule will be fixed.

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Everything that happened yesterday has been preying on my mind. Concentration is out the window; my jobs list is getting longer every hour and my hands won’t stop fidgeting. It’s ridiculous, how something so innocuous and well-meant could have sparked something so visceral in me, so primal and all-pervasive that, by this point, I can barely think about anything else.

A birthday surprise – that’s all it had been nothing more. I’d had a tough week, one of the toughest, and he’d just thought it a nice gesture. And it was, really nice. It was the absolute MEness of it that astounded me. I mean, I’ve known this guy for a few years, but it’s not like we’ve spent that much time together, really. And yet, every aspect of what he’d organised was as if I’d sorted it all out myself. All my go-to feelgood pick-me-ups, wrapped up in a smiley, sweet and totally charming parcel. It was the end of the night that had started this, well, let’s call it unnerving train of thought.

As we’d wrapped up the evening, the dishes packed away from my solo gourmet treat, the deep ruby red wine drained from the glass and the candle snuffed, I’d wanted to express my thanks for such a thoughtful gesture. A hug, I thought, perfect. We’ve always got on well, had plenty of laughs, even confided a little in each other now and again. So yeah, a hug.

And as his arms slipped around me, my head had nestled perfectly into his neck, just so. As I was registering that little detail, the flat of his hand on my back sent waves of warmth through my t-shirt. It was the slightest snugging, the tiniest tightening of limbs around each other, but at that instant I didn’t want to move away, ever. Follow that with the contented lengthening of our twin breaths, and there’s your recipe for disaster.

Colleagues. Friendly, on/off colleagues, with a thirteen year age gap. And now we were overstepping. Or at least it felt like we were.

So I pulled away – but he had hold of my hands. And was looking at me. Like, LOOKING at me.

“OK,” I started. “Better call it a night, early doors tomorrow.”

“Yeah, shame,” he replied. “You’ve enjoyed it though?”

“Absolutely perfect, honestly. You’re a diamond.”

“You deserved it, all the shit you’ve had thrown at you this week,” and with that, he brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it. For a split second too long. And yet I let it sit there. Idiot.

“Tom – you know it’s…I mean, tonight’s been…um…” – my ability to form sentences appeared to have fucked right off.

“Yeah, I know, it has, wanted to treat you and stuff” –

“But it’s best to stop here, right? I mean, with work and things, it’s just, not the best idea…” – now who’s overstepping…wtf was coming out of my mouth?? Jesus.

His face told me that, rather than expecting this to go another way, he hadn’t expected this at all; hadn’t even hoped that the conversation – for want of a less flattering word for this exchange – would get that far. In a heartbeat, his little grin was back on his face, ready to disarm the world again.

“A guy can dream though, right?” And with another quick kiss on my knuckles, he made his way to the door with a “Night Connie – bright and early tomorrow then,” and was on his way, avoiding eye contact all the while.

Crap. Awkwardness abounded. I flopped down on the bench, biting my thumbnail like I do when I’m really not sure WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED. There was no denying that the closeness of him, the citrussy, grassy smell of the crook of his neck, the firmness of his arms around me had, let’s say, awoken some sleepy something but Christ alive, he’s way too young, way too megastarry and way too…way too what? Adorable? Charming? Bloody gorgeous?

All these inconvenient thoughts, and my oh-so-attractive nail biting were rudely interrupted by him coming back through the door with a start, saying that he’d forgotten his jacket. He paused after picking it up…

“Look, Con – I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make anything weird…it’s just, y’know, that hug felt really fucking good and you’re just gorgeous and everything…so yeah…I’m sorry. We’re cool, it’s all cool. Are we cool?” If anything emphasised that the lucky sod has youth on his side, that just did.

“Course we are,” I replied…then went back to thinking what I’d been thinking. Namely, what it might be like to actually snog his beautiful face off.

Fast forward to now, and as I said, I can’t concentrate on anything. I’m tidying rails and out of the corner of my eye I’m watching him leaping around on bungees on the sound stage. The problem is, rather than thinking that he looks like a right weirdo, what I’m actually noticing is the taut, springy litheness of him. The leaping around is absurdly graceful, muscles bunching and stretching with a dancer’s fluidity – it’s mesmerising.

With a force of will I dredge from somewhere, I snap myself back to reality, and crack on with the ever-growing jobs list.

I’m starting to regret knocking him back – which makes me question my sanity, honestly. He’s 24, I’m 37. He’s all ‘duuuude’ and TikTok and Berlin, and I’m all ‘pinot please’ and Facebook and Santorini. But I can’t stop thinking about his toned back, his crinkly grin and his gorgeous, gorgeous bum.

And then he bounds into the cabin, bang on time for a fitting. For the next ten minutes I am a consummate professional. A consummate professional with somewhat shaky hands. Everything is fine and dandy and calm and sensible until he’s turned to face me and I’m smoothing the shirt down across his chest and Jesus Christ he’s doing that look again, the look like my birthday night, when he had my hands.

After a couple of seconds he exhales, blowing hard through his mouth with a little laugh and looks up at the ceiling instead. “Sorry,” he mumbles.

But my hands are still on his chest, and his skin through the crisp cotton is really, I mean really, hot. I don’t want to move them. I can feel his heart thumping under my right hand. I smooth my hands down further to his waist, watching them go. I still can’t break the contact, and the firm ridges of his abs ripple past my fingers. Fucking hell, what am I doing? I look back up and those bloody eyes are there again, wide and intent on me, his eyebrows up.

“Um…you said it wasn’t the best idea…” he says softly. “I mean, I shouldn’t be reminding you, but…”

“I know. I’ve been wrong before though, believe it or not,” I reply.

And then he’s kissing me. All of a sudden he’s kissing me – softly, like he’s not quite sure he’s allowed. And honestly, the silly little whimsical Austen nerd inside me sighs and leans in for a deeply, fluttery romantic moment. As he presses his mouth more firmly onto me, I kick her out of the way and snake my arms around him. His toned, broad back feels so good under my hands, and I pull him to me – if he was harbouring any doubt as to whether he was allowed, that should do the trick.

We kiss, the tip of his tongue quickly tracing my top lip, my teeth nipping his bottom one, until our breaths are ragged – and we pause, foreheads together.

“Blimey,” he says, between heavy breaths. “That was unexpected.”

“You think?” I reply. “I think I was entirely clear and unambiguous in my intentions, actually.”

The wonky grin returns and so does the kissing. At least until we hear the others coming through…

A whole week’s gone by – hard to believe really, but the schedule’s been frantic and we’ve switched locations…which has meant, firstly, that we’ve had that utterly wonderful ‘snatched moments’ thing going on, like every fumbly, fledgling fling should have. The odd five minutes where no-one’s around at the end of the day, sneaky looks across lunch breaks, that kind of thing. The kind of thing I was doing years ago but has been tragically, frustratingly lacking in my life – till this little upstart arrived at least.

Yesterday was particularly delicious, as it goes. A bustly, no-time-to-breathe kind of day, where I was dealing with everyone except Tom, it seemed – until the very end of the day’s shooting where I had to make sure everything was ready to go in an instant in the morning, including the wardrobe he’d been wearing today. So in he walked, and promptly flopped onto the nearest stool, clearly dog tired from a full-on day, and already half out of his suit.

“Shitting hell it’s hot,” he sighed – a statement backed up with the flush in his cheeks, his sweat-beaded forehead and the prominent veins running down his arms. Oh lord.

“Yep,” I replied - he looked up at me, resting his head back on the wall of the cabin.

“Christ woman, I honestly don’t even know if I’ve got the energy to take advantage of you,” he said, with a lazy grin.

“Well, to be fair, you can take advantage slowly, if you really want,” I replied, which got us both laughing. “Are you sitting properly on that thing?”

He shuffled back slightly and I lowered myself slowly to straddle his lap. Taking his face gently in my hands, I kissed him soundly, savouring the saltiness on his lips. His hands came up from dangling limply at his sides to smooth around my hips, and he squeezed my bum, pulling me gently towards him. As a soft moan escaped him his mouth pushed more firmly onto mine, his tongue probing along my top lip. I don’t really want to know how a guy his age has become so good at something most of the men my age are still crap at, but I’m extremely grateful he has. I could honestly kiss him for days. With his hands still firmly on my bum, and the subtlest shift in the level of urgency with which he was squeezing it – the sounds of activity and people outside the cabin reached us. We paused – lips still locked – and with an exasperated sigh, drew apart.

“Probably a good thing,” he said, “falling asleep on you wouldn’t be a good look, I’m guessing?”

“Get to bed,” I replied. “But get your kit off and give me that bloody suit first…”

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