#rancoeurs

[plumedepoete]

Rancœurs - Colette Guinard

Rancœurs – Colette Guinard

Rancœurs Malmenée, entre pleurs et rancœur Je voudrai disparaitre, ne pas être née Je suis constamment ballotée, et mon cœur Est la proie de mes rêves et de la réalité. Pourquoi m’a-t-il été imposé, autant de souffrances Alors que j’ai, tout au long de ma vie tant aimé Quand, de mon ventre a jailli ces naissances Alors, d’un amour débordant, j’ai été submergée. A présent, où j’aurais envie,…

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#Colette #Guinard #plume #poème #poète #rancoeurs

[teritelnirbenothing]

Grey fuels grievances.  

Patches of blue sky smoothly  

Dispel them to the depths  

Of secret abysses in hearts

#gris #grey #rancoeurs #grievances #ciel bleu #blue sky #profondeurs #depths #coeurs #hearts

[heartmush]

／(v x v｡)人(｡v x v)＼

i was doodling over the official lumine art to play around with my version of the traveler but it got away from me—

... an entire year later after, i finally found the time to design a counterpart for her; rancœur!

※ please note: these are traced over the official art for aether and lumine! i made this just for fun!

#both siblings are quiet and have resting bitch face but here’s the difference: #amorette: has determined she could kill you 50 different ways from her current position #doesn’t mind talking but mostly thinks it’s annoying #rancoeur: guy has mad social anxiety give him a break #amorette #rancoeur #oc #genshin oc #genshin #december 2021 #2021

[revolutionaes]

a  faint  smile.  chair  screeching.  noise  giving  way  to  her  presence.  a  smile,  too,  faint  and  falling,  looking  at  the  other  hovering  over  the  man  with  blemishes,  with  a  shaved  head.  the  man  who  was  deep  asleep.  the  man  who  she  had  aided  in  rescuing.  a  strange  way,  thinking  about  the  way  their  paths  had  crossed  once  more.  "  i  didn't  expect  .  .  .    didn't  expect  he  would  have  any  visitors.  "  

certainly,  thirteen  was  no  place  overjoyed  to  host  capitol  residents.  but  the  man  opposite  of  her  wasn't  one  —  that  much  she  could  tell.  "  are  you  one  of  the  victors  we  rescued  ?  "

>> @rancoeur (for elm!)

#rancoeur #surprise lol the idea was too cute #ic. / ‘ the fall was a fall from innocence to knowledge ’ — arc three.

[capitolhost]

>> @rancoeur asked : ❛    i  had  no  idea  you’d  be  here  …  why  didn’t  you  tell  me  ?    ❜  (from  Cressida)

it  had  been  easy  to  gleam  and  hurry  into  a  hug.  embracing  the  girl,  feeling  the  ACHE  IN  HIS  LEG  that  barely  managed  the  few  steps  he  had  taken.  cressida  had  vanished  from  one  day  to  the  next,  and  caesar  had  never  dared  to  ask  what  had  happened.  even  raising  the  question  to  plutarch  would  have  been  dangerous  —  for  all  different  reasons  than  the  usual  ones.  hearing  a.  '  no,  i  do  not  know  '    might  have  broken  his  heart  once  more.  so  caesar  hadn't  asked,  and  the  overjoy  had  landed  him  right  into  the  hug.

GRAY  TO  GRAY .  they  had  been  nothing  but  gray.  a  few  green  vines,  the  blond  of  her  hair.  signs  of  life  returned,  bringing  a  warmth  into  a  renewed  joy.  

"    well,  you  see  —  "    obvious  hands  gesture  toward  his  body,  leading  a  gaze  down  along  the  hospital  gown  to  the  blemishes  around  one  leg.  a  pitiful  creature  trying  itself  at  life.    "  besides,  i  didn't  even  know  !    you  —  here  !    "    bellyful  laughter  of  joy,  shaking  his  weakened  body.    "  i  should  have  known.  the  clips  were  too  well  directed.    the  talent  was  evident.    "

#* iv : « arc. three » // one man in his time plays many parts #rancoeur

[iomadachd]

@rancoeur liked for a starter

The wheel decreed: Garcia and Bella

: { Garcia } :

"Attorney Crawford, my delightful long arm of the law, I come bearing croissants. ...And questions about the ethics on computer searches," she called.

Retired or not, she trusted Bella's opinion on things, and wanted to be sure she was taking care of herself. Plus, any excuse to visit a friend.

#rancoeur #c: penelope garcia #v: the white queen #thread #feitheamh

[skinnylove82]

🤮🤮🤮🤮

Qu'est ce qui tourne pas rond dans cette famille. Si j'en entends encore un me dire à quand le mariage je lui fait bouffer un drapeau arc en ciel 🤮

#envie de vomir en lisant ce sms #harcèlement au mariage #élevée en croyant que le mariage était obligatoire #on m'a trompée en me disant que ne pas se baptiser m'empecherait de me marier et d'etre heureuse #parce qu'il n'existe aucune autre possibilité d'etre heureux dans cette famille de dégénérés qu'en se mariant et faisant des gosses #J'ai grandi avec un père qui repetait chaque jour sans exception des choses à propos de mon 'futur mari' #pour mon père et sa famille se marier etait mon seul but dans la vie #je n'oublierai jamais la rancoeur et le degout qu'ils me procurent en m'ayant embrigadée dans un bapteme pour pouvoir me marier #qui peut dire a sa fille de 9 ans que sa seule solution c'est de se baptiser et faire 2 ans de catechisme pour un mariage #pourquoi ma mere n'a pas interrompu ce sketch en expliquant la vérité #je n'ai jamais été croyante - jamais - j'ai juste été formatée à croire que le mariage etait indispensable #J'avais 9 ans - c'est aux adultes de se remettre en question au lieu de dire que j'ai tout inventé #j'ai gâché leur vie en etant lesbienne qui plus est et ça ne rentre pas dans leur définition du mariage #si cette grand mere -ou le monstre qui me sert de grand mere- m'aimait autant attendez de voir le jour ou elle saura que je suis lesbienne #traumatisme d'enfance

[thomassicsic]

Les émotions sont nos amis à conditions de savoir les "gérer" 🙂✨ #emotions #colere #tristesse #colère #rancoeur #sophrologie #emotionnel #citationdujour #citationinspirante #citationlove #citationamitié #citationcouple #citationtriste #citationfrançaise #citations #citationoftheday #citationdusoir #citation #citationdefilles #citationdevie #thomassicsic #coachdevie #conseilsdevie #conseildevie (à Thomas Sicsic Coach Love Expert /conseils Amour & séduction) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeduRlBqs4x/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#emotions #colere #tristesse #colère #rancoeur #sophrologie #emotionnel #citationdujour #citationinspirante #citationlove #citationamitié #citationcouple #citationtriste #citationfrançaise #citations #citationoftheday #citationdusoir #citation #citationdefilles #citationdevie #thomassicsic #coachdevie #conseilsdevie #conseildevie

[insertdisc5]

Possibly odd question, I'm trying to prepare to write my undergraduate thesis next year and I'm going to do it on creating battle AIs. Is there any chance I could possibly ask about how the battle system AI in 'in stars and time' works? Totally okay if not or if you're busy!

I'm just especially interested in the design decisions that go behind how especially smaller games handle enemies and creat fun/well weighted battles :D

(all the screencaps will be in JPN because I am currently working on the JPN version ok!!!)

i would love to talk about battle AI and this definitely didn't turn into a "this is how I think about random enemies for In Stars and Time which you should wishlist and play the demo of" just deal with it ok

ok so first I gotta explain how RPGMaker's AI works.

You can give skills to enemies, and you can tell them 1. Conditions, aka when to do a certain skill (always? only on certain turns? only if under a certain state? only if under 50%HP?) and 2. Ratings, aka how high that skill is on the action list.

So for example, this is a Paper Tristesse's attack patterns:

Paper Tristesse's [Paper] attack (which attacks only one target) is set to Always, so they'll always have the possibility to do this attack. [Paper (All)] (which targets the whole party) will be activated only if Tristesse's HP is under 50%, and [Does Something] (which actually just... gives a line of dialogue and nothing else) also always has the possibility to happen. BUT those Rating numbers are different- the higher the number, the more likely that skill is to be activated. So [Paper] happens pretty often, [Paper (All)] less often, and only if Tristesse's HP is under 50%, and [Does Something] is even less likely to happen than both of those.

Paper Tristesse doesn't have a whole lot of attacks, because it's easier for the player so they can keep track of what attacks the enemy has, and it's easier for me. So I don't have. To figure out a whole damn complicated AI when this works great (some other enemies have very long lists of patterns but they're spoilers ok!!!)

(sidenote: [Does Something] is here to give a tiny bit of worldbuilding (how does the Tristesse act?) and to make the enemy skip a turn, giving the player some room to breathe and plan. So sometimes instead of attacking Tristesse goes "(Tristesse is distracted.)" I'm being so nice to players)

This simple pattern of 3 attacks is used by enemies that my producer calls "Goomba enemies", which are random encounters that are supposed to be very simple and not time intensive for the player! For the demo, Tristesse enemies are Goombas, and the triplets (seen below)/Rancoeur+Amertume encounters are made to be slightly harder and ask you to think a lil bit.

(oooh what's the difference between those three lil ladies?????)

The way I'm thinking about random enemies is, they should all teach the player something. Basic Tristesse enemies are here to teach you about the basics of Rock Paper Scissors and have pretty low stakes (just one weak enemy to focus on! Not a lot of attacks to keep track of!), the triplets are here to teach you that HEY WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THOSE THREE SEEMINGLY IDENTICAL ENEMIES DO YOU GET WHAT YOU SHOULD LOOK AT YET (it's their hands, because they do different hand signs depending on their RPS type), and Rancoeur+Amertume are here to teach you about enemies with different goals/patterns (Rancoeur buffs, Amertume attacks), and also that enemies can buff themselves, and also about player priorities to a certain extent- which one to focus on first??? And learning those things are useful against bosses and midbosses!

tldr: rpgmaker's AI is pretty simple and so my enemy AI is also pretty simple but it works well so it's perfect. for me ✨

#in stars and time #tutorial #reference #game dev #indie game #ask tag #game development #this has been A WEEK so thank you for your patience #long post #usual 'i hope that helped' disclaimer

[sixpossumsinatrenchcoat]

Natural Satellite [ch 12]

An In Stars and Time AU. In ch 12, Loop returns to the House. You can start from the beginning here.

When you reach the kitchen, your stardust balks in the doorway, eyeing that stupid blinding countertop. You sigh. “I’ll get it.” “...Would you?” “Don’t feel bad,” you tell them, patting their head with all the condescension you can muster. Which is a lot. “Not everyone can be as graceful as yours truly.” Then you saunter up the aisle and— —hit your hip on the kitchen counter. Oh, okay. Haha! Okay!! You’re going to kill yourself!!!!

[spoiler warning for all conceivable endgame spoilers, including the secret end]

Whaa~aat are you doing here? Haha… What are you doing here. Literally why would you ever, ever, ever come back here? You did this already. You played this game and lost. It’s someone else’s turn.

Oh, you were bored? Re~eally? You were bored and lonely and so blinding pathetic that you’d agree to play pretend with a lot of vacant husks of the people you failed? The family you abandoned? A lot of stupid ugly strangers who don’t even recognize you? And that seemed like a good idea?

Stars. It’s the worst joke you ever told. And as usual, you’re the punchline.

A colossal hand rears up from the shadows. Absently, you just attack it. There’s no satisfaction in watching it shudder and fall. No pleasure in hearing your stupid stardust’s stupid Kid marvel at your strength. The whole performance is almost as empty as you are.

That idiot understudy even tried to give you your— their dagger. “I don’t really need it,” he said, shuffling his feet. “I’m pretty strong now.”

Of course you laughed in their face. You weren’t even trying to make them feel small. It was just so blinding funny.

There’s someone saying something. More sepulchral whispers from the ghosts you left to die. Talking to them at the Tree was bad enough, but seeing them in the House is—well, it’s just hilarious. It’s so funny you could cry. You remember how they used to wail and moan every time you drove your blade into your throat. Would they cry for you now?

(Stupid. Of course they wouldn’t. Who could cry over a stranger?)

“You’re pretty strong,” the Fighter tells you, grudging, after you one-hit another Rancoeur, and you nearly fling yourself into the nearest Tear. But what would be the point? You’re already living your worst nightmare.

The ghost of your Fighter is the one who hates you the most. Isn’t that funny? Isn’t it hilarious? He took to you so quickly once. He thought you were sooooo~ cute. In all fairness, you definitely were. And you used to wear a lot more… clothes. But your surface isn’t exactly solid, nowadays. If you tried to put a hat on, you’re not sure if you’d set it on fire or if it would just fall straight through you. Not that you want to wear a hat. You have no one left to hide from.

Slapstick is a little low-brow for you, anyway.

But these actors are a bunch of hacks. They don’t even remember their lines! You have half a mind to fill in for them. A call and response between you and your understudy. Practically a one-man show! So high-concept!! So avante-garde!!

The only problem is, audiences never like a one-man show. Normal people find them inaccessible. Masturbatory. Pathetic.

But you knew that already, didn’t you.

When you reach the kitchen, your stardust balks in the doorway, eyeing that stupid blinding countertop.

You sigh. “I’ll get it.”

“...Would you?”

“Don’t feel bad,” you tell them, patting their head with all the condescension you can muster. Which is a lot. “Not everyone can be as graceful as yours truly.”

Then you saunter up the aisle and—

—hit your hip on the kitchen counter.

Oh, okay. Haha! Okay!! You’re going to kill yourself!!!!

* * *

Running the House goes a lot more smoothly with Loop around. They’re remarkably efficient. Sort of alarmingly efficient, actually. Not for the first time, you find yourself wondering what their deal is. And not for the first time, you find yourself strangely reluctant to think too hard about it.

When you get to Euphrasie’s office, Madame Odile spends about ten minutes enraptured by a lot of boring paperwork before you gather the courage to mumble, “Um. Madame? Are you almost finished?”

“Absolutely not,” she says briskly. “Honestly, this organizational system is in shambles. Who in their right mind would put expense reports in the same file as enrollment rates? What’s the common thread there? ‘The letter E?’”

Mirabelle giggles. “My roommate says the same thing.”

You don’t want to interrupt, but… “Is this, um. Do you think you might want to help her organize after we beat the King, though?”

Odile barks a laugh. “I’m no one’s secretary. This isn’t altruism, Siffrin, it’s research. I’m looking for any more information that she might have tucked away on Wish Craft. You know. The thing that might actually free you from an eternity of torment?”

“Check under ‘water bills,’” Loop suggests. “Or ‘waste management.’”

Madame Odile actually snickers.

“Okay, but…” You huff a breath. “It’s just. The rock trap will go off if anyone leaves, but I’ve still got some keys to collect… and if we take too long, we’ll be pretty hungry by the time we reach the King…”

“Understood,” she sighs. Then she rolls up her sleeves. “Isabeau!”

He salutes smartly. “M’dame!!”

“Pull out this drawer,” she tells him, nodding at it. “And this one, too. We’ll bring them with us to the library. That is where we’re headed next, no?”

“Well, yes, but—”

“Then that’s our first move,” she says firmly. “We can discuss next steps once we’ve resituated.”

But when you get to the library, she gets right back to work.

“Madame,” you sigh. “Weren’t we going to—”

“Oh, absolutely not. This is only because of that trap.” She quirks an eyebrow at you. “If we have other business to attend to, I’m quite sure we can accomplish it in teams, now that we’ve picked up an extra pair of hands.”

Oh. Weird. From your perspective, Loop’s been with you the whole time.

You frown at her. “You think we should split up?”

“Well, there’s no risk anymore, is there? Apparently, failure isn’t permanent. If anything goes wrong, we can simply… start again.”

Loop flinches.

You flinch, too. Technically, temporally, she isn’t wrong. But having the same excruciating conversation over and over and over again… Honestly, it sounds even worse than dying. “Um…”

She flaps a hand at you, her interest already drifting. “You and Loop can go retrieve whatever-it-is you’re so eager to find, and—”

“No,” you blurt out, alarmed. It takes you a second to notice the echo. Loop spoke at the exact same time. You give them a startled glance before pressing on. “Um. You can’t… You need one of us with you. It’s dangerous. And they’ve been with me the whole time, so… they know how to be careful.”

“Teehee!” Loop winks. “I assure you, I’m nothing if not careful.”

“Fascinating,” Odile mutters. “You know what Siffrin’s referring to, then?”

They count on their fingers as they rattle off the answers. “The Crying Key in your Housemaiden’s old classroom; the Scissors Key in the trap room, and—”

“That’s plenty. We’ll keep Siffrin; I have a few questions for him. Loop, what’s your Craft Type?”

“Who’s asking?” they ask automatically.

Odile’s mouth twitches. “Cagy little thing, aren’t you? It’s like meeting Siffrin all over again.”

“No it isn’t,” you both say, in perfect, unnerving unison.

Loop glares at you before rolling their eyes. “I’m Scissors Type. If you must know.”

“Then we’ll send you with a Rock type, to be safe. Isabeau!”

He snaps to attention. “M’dame!”

“Go with Loop. Watch their back. Siffrin,” she adds, making you jump. “Can Isabeau trust them to take the lead?”

You give them a deeply distrustful look, then sigh. “...Yes.”

“Then we’ll see you two shortly. With any luck, we’ll have something to report by then.”

* * *

It’s the worst thing you can imagine. Your own personal void, tailor-made for you. As if your pathetic existence wasn’t torturous enough~!

You do your level best to ignore him. Unfortunately, the ghost of your Fighter makes himself uniquely difficult to ignore. Every time you look his way, you find him already staring. A lot of quick, nervous little glances, like you’re some unspeakable horror that, should he take his eyes off you for ten seconds, would promptly unhinge your jaw and swallow him whole.

The next time it happens, you lose your patience. “Craft a picture, why don’t you? It’ll last longer.”

“S-Sorry!! I was just—just wondering, um. Are you… okay?”

(What.) “Peachy keen, big guy. I just lo~ve wasting time on a lot of low-level losers that’ll reset the second we finish the job.”

“…You’re talking about the Sadnesses, right?”

“Teehee!” you giggle, and wink. “Who can say~!”

You can finish ch 12 here: ao3.org/works/53412649/chapters/138927454

#in stars and time #isat au #isat siffrin #isat loop #isat isabeau #isat fanfic #isat spoilers #isat act 6 spoilers #isat 2 hats spoilers

[e642]

Mes parents m'ont toujours dit que j'étais une enfant qui s'ennuyait beaucoup mais que je ne le verbalisais pas. Que je pouvais passer beaucoup de temps à rien faire sans demander d'alternative. Je ne me rappelle plus si ça me pesait ou pas. Puis, en grandissant, je suis devenue une adolescente qui s'ennuyait beaucoup. Ça m'a laissé pas mal de temps pour développer pas mal de troubles, pour me poser pas mal de questions, pour penser silencieusement à pas mal de choses. Et finalement, j'ai continué à m'ennuyer jusqu'à devenir une adulte. Maintenant. Un manque de passion criant. Je n'ai jamais eu d'hobby particulier, et je n'en ai jamais cherché. Ce qui a toujours eu le don d'exaspérer mes parents. Encore aujourd'hui, ils ont du mal à me voir rien faire, à me regarder attendre que ça passe. J'ai de l'admiration pour les gens qui ont des passions ou même de la passion, des envies, des activités qui leur tiennent à cœur. Et ça ne m'a jamais trop posé d'ennui socialement jusqu'à comprendre que j'étais la seule à rien avoir de distrayant dans ma vie. Ça a amorcé la création de petits sillons m'éloignant des autres. Quand on épuise notre passé, notre vie quotidienne et nos avis, on a vite plus rien à dire. J'ai jamais forcé les discussions de mon côté. J'ai souvent favorisé le silence ou la répétition. Là où ça me pose des problèmes c'est quand je côtoie des gens plus d'une après midi car ils sont amenés à constater que j'attends. Ils ne le supposent plus, ils le voient. Mon copain le voit actuellement. Et c'est vrai que moi je peux me satisfaire de passer beaucoup de temps à rien faire, rien dire, juste être avec l'autre. Mais c'est pas sain. Alors je passe beaucoup de temps à m'ennuyer quand lui investit son temps de choses qu'il aime. Et c'est bien normal. Ça me met toujours un coup de mou, de la rancoeur mal placée évidemment. C'est pas parce que moi j'ai rien et que je n'ai rien fait pour avoir, que ça devrait être pareil pour les autres. Je me suis souvent sentie pas à ma place pour ces raisons, en voyant que les autres ne supportaient pas de s'ennuyer, ne pouvaient pas juste apprécier rien faire avec moi, ça m'a fait me sentir de trop. C'est pas un truc que je partage ou explicite parce que j'ai tort. Il n'y a pas une pensée viable dans ma conception de l'ennui et des autres. J'ai un rapport juste toxique et j'arrive à me sentir triste que les autres ne l'aient pas. Pas jalouse. Seulement déçue. J'ai peur de m'ennuyer toute ma vie. Et une des raisons pour lesquelles je n'aimerais pas habiter avec quelqu'un c'est pour ça, que la personne réalise que je ne suis construite sur rien et que je passe beaucoup de temps à me sentir seule, à m'ennuyer, à attendre comme un chat devant la porte pour qu'on lui ouvre. J'ai du mal à exister normalement et ça m'a souvent créé des piques d'angoisse qu'on vienne à découvrir l'être inconsistant que je suis.

[voluxpa]

-- kay black. ft tom hardy; dogue aux babines maltées; vogue au gré d'un océan exalté. il est blackfangs, le cabot des mers.

tu veux de l'absurde, de l'improbable, du drama, de la rancoeur, de la haine, du piment, des rebondissements, de la poésie, de la brutalité, de l'humain, de la vulnérabilité, de la force, du vice, des remords, des horizons fumants, des étoiles, des tornades... je te promets tout ça, et plus encore 🖤

scénario on beyond the myths, lien en tag!

#https://beyondthemyths.forumactif.com/t5089-dispo-tom-hardy-kay-black #tom hardy #tom hardy crackship #elizabeth gillies gif #elizabeth gillies #elizabeth gillies crackship #tom hardy gif #alfie solomons #peaky blinders #dynasty

[rodauce]

Je reste moi

dans le chaos libéral

dans les vaines passions

les envies brutales

les tueurs de joie

Je reste moi

devant le précipice

devant l'affolement

et la rancoeur

Je chante des chants

contre l'anéantissement

Souffle vital entravé

déraciné, l'air pur

aspiré dans le tremblement

du présent

#txt #rodauce

[revolutionaes]

❛ what is it that you wanted to show me ? and why do we have to do this at night ― couldn’t you have waited until tomorrow ? ❜ (from Grace)

brittle  temperatures.  wrapped  in  a  wool  coat,  the  glimmer  of  the  night  had  worn  on.  secretive  glances  exchanged,  secretive  smiles  earned.  she  had  dragged  grace  to  the  edge  of  the  mansion  where  the  roses  thinned  out  and  grass  stretched  on.

"  no,  this  is  for  the  night  alone.  "  drunken  on  an  emotion  all  different  from  grace,  hand  tugging  her  out  into  nature.  a  mere  light  shared  between  the  both  of  them,  bouncing  with  each  of  virgilia’s  steps.  a  track  of  several  minutes  until  the  mansion  had  faded  far  enough  away  that  it  was  smaller  than  her  own  hand.  "  now,  watch  out.  no  lights.  "

with  a  faint  noise,  the  light  turned  off.  there  was  grace,  lit  by  the  cool  moonlight.  the  reflection  of  her  eyes.  the  curve  of  her  jawline.  virgilia’s  hand  pointed  upward.  "  look,  i’ve  learned  about  the  stars . . .  it’s  from . . .  well,  there’s  a  bear,  right  there.  "

>> meme / @rancoeur

#rancoeur #ic. / ‘ she smelled like white roses ’ — arc two.

[capitolhost]

"  no,  no,  i  still  remember  that.    "  he  smiles  and  hands  her  the  snack  bowl.  enough  for  him  for  a  night,  and  they  barely  started.  this  will  surely  go  to  his  belly.    "  you  had  a  baby  face,  too.  it  was  adorable.  "    a  soft  pat  as  he  leaves  the  bowl  in  her  lap.  not  that  she  didn't  still  look  so  young⸺and  he  had  aged  a  terrible  amount  since  then.    but  she  had  carried  a  certain  innocence  with  her.  one  that  had  been  lost  today.    "  and  you  were  so  ambitious.  all  those  ideas  that  you  had  coming  up  to  me.    i  don't  know  many  people  who  would  have  done  that  with  such  confidence.  "

>> @rancoeur liked for a father's day starter: 🤔 walk down memory lane

#* iv : « arc. four » // and so he plays his part #rancoeur

[kilfeur]

Alors je suis qu'au début de la deuxième partie du dlc et Kassis est passé de cinnamon roll à hatefull roll. Non seulement il parle mal aux autres mais en plus il a un sourire de psychopathe ! Après je m'attendais à ce qu'il soit plus en colère contre moi. Mais je pense qu'il va déverser toute sa rancoeur sur moi lors du combat !

So I'm only at the beginning of the second part of the dlc and Kieran has gone from cinnamon roll to hatefull roll. Not only does he talk badly to other people, but he's also got a psychopathic smile! Then I expected him to be more angry with me. But I think he's going to take his resentment out on me during the fight!

#pokemon #pokemon sv #indigo disk #indigo disk spoilers #kieran