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twstarchives · 4 years

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Azul Ashengrotto・Voice Lines

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School Uniform - R

Unlock Card “I will support you to the best of my ability, so that you may enjoy your school life here!”

Groovy “Board games are good brain exercises. Would you like to play one?”

Home Setting “Let’s make today count.”

Home Transitions “The students of this school are truly diverse in terms of personality. I’d like to have a great circle of connections.”

“Falling asleep during class is nothing for you to worry about. I will help you before your test. For a price, of course.”

“Now, for today’s board game club activities... What? Did you think ‘Boring!’ to yourself just now?”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Were you looking for me? If you’d like to discuss your troubles, I can always make arrangements for that.”

Home Taps “I pride myself on the trust my professors have in me. Above all else, I am very dedicated.”

“School friends are really just like schools of small fish. Come graduation, they all go their separate ways.”

“I heard you singing in music class just now... Heheh. No, I’m sorry; you do sound very nice.”

“I wish they’d label how many calories are in each dish in the cafeteria. It makes keeping count so difficult.”

“Is there something strange about me? I thought I studied the fashion norms on land well enough.”

PE Uniform - R

Unlock Card “I don’t necessarily hate Flying class. My broom just doesn't always cooperate with me.”

Groovy “Let’s try to work our hardest.”

Home Setting “I’m not that fond of exercising on land.”

Home Transitions “I’m not ashamed of the fact that I’m not good at sports. You have your struggles too, don’t you?”

“You only have two legs and yet you can walk that fast...? You really are good at this.”

“There’s no harm in looking like you’re trying hard. It gives off the impression that you’re committed and worthy of respect.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Flying class is almost starting. You always look like you’re having so much fun.”

Home Taps “Coach Vargas was just appalled by me again. If only I were in the water, I could... no, that would still be a problem.”

“I do a light muscle workout everyday. I also make sure to eat in moderation. It’s important to take care of your body.”

“It sounds so obvious, but floating in the water and floating in the sky really are nothing alike.”

“Sports on land make you sweat, and it’s so uncomfortable. ...Right now I’d like nothing more than to plunge into the ocean.”

“Are you trying to mock me? I’ll accept your offer as-is, but expect to have it returned it to you two-fold.”

Lab Coat - SR

Unlock Card “Please leave everything to me. Brewing potions is something I’m very confident in.”

Groovy “I’ll give you some tips for your experiments. Of course, the price would be... Heheh.��

Home Setting “I enjoy classes where the results are very clear.”

Home Transitions “I like experiments. As long as you just follow the instructions, you won’t run into any surprises.”

“There’s a full selection of rare ingredients to choose from here. What a wonderful school this is!”

“Ahh... If only you had my notes, you’d be able to finish all of those assignments in the blink of an eye... Are you interested?”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Please leave the alchemy to me. Churning out riches is one of my specialties. Of course I’m talking about the experiment.”

Home Transition (Groovy) “Even the smallest speck of dust bothers me. ...Why are you looking at me like that? Please, enough with your games.”

Home Taps “Feel free to come speak with me if you ever find yourself unable to find the lab materials you need. I have my ways.”

“Your stomach hurts? I’ll steep some herbs. There’s a brew I’ve been wanting to try out.”

“I’m very particular about my writing tools... It needs to feel a certain way when I sign my papers.”

“Grim is a strange creature. ...Why don’t we try teaching him some tricks? Oh, for no particular reason.”

“You don’t need to keep coming in here; I can see just fine. These goggles have prescription lenses.”

Home Tap (Groovy) “Turning one madol into a hundred is just another component of alchemy. Would you like to try?”

Ceremony Robes - SR

Unlock Card “‘Azul can make any of your wishes come true.’ ...Would you like to see whether or not these rumors are true?”

Groovy “Presentation is important for negotiations to proceed smoothly.”

Home Setting “Do you wish to hear my advice as well?”

Home Transitions “Only the wise should be the ones leading the herd. Don’t you agree?”

“I’ve come up with a plan for an event involving the Ramshackle Dorm; please take a look at it...”

“In a few moments I’ll be starting my lecture on ‘Efficient Study Methods.’ I’m grateful to say we have a full house yet again.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “The teachers hold Octavinelle students in high regard for being so well-mannered. I’m proud that our students are so exceptional.”

Home Transition (Groovy) “It’s nice to take time off like this every once in a while. ...Truthfully, I’m not at my best when there’s so much activity around me.”

Home Taps “These ceremony robes are much better than any business card. You get all kinds of wishful eyes on you just by wearing these outside the school.”

“I’m having others take care of setting up for the ceremony. My job is acting as the brains.”

“Maybe I should tighten my belt a little... I prefer having a tight figure.”

“Dark, confined spaces put me at ease. I like clothes that come with hoods.”

“You’re so loud. No one likes a lot of blabber.”

Home Tap (Groovy) “Instead of an amulet, it’s better to keep your favorite coin in your pocket.”

Dorm Uniform - SSR

Unlock Card “How lucky you are to have been able to meet someone as kind as me!”

“Balancing this student life with running the Mostro Lounge is something I’m enjoying very much.”

Groovy “Welcome to Octavinelle! We’re always happy to have those like you here.”

Home Setting “If you ever need a consultant, I’d be happy to speak with you anytime.”

Home Transitions “My students become very reasonable with me the moment I put on our dorm uniform.”

“I always put on my right shoe before the left on the mornings of a battle. You could say it’s superstition... Yes, exactly that.”

“I picked out all of the furniture used in the Mostro Lounge. Isn’t the atmosphere just wonderful?”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Helping others is what I live for. As dorm leader, I’ll support every one of you as best as I can.”

Home Transition (Groovy) “Should you have a wish you’d like me to grant, you’re welcome at the Mostro Lounge’s VIP Room anytime. What do you say about coming over now?”

Home Taps “Jade is a very capable assistant. I wouldn’t have chosen him as the vice dorm leader if he wasn’t.”

“They say the Sea Witch had infused a spiral shell with her own magic. Maybe I should modify the pin on my hat that way as well.”

“Floyd’s mood swings are unbearable to deal with, but I have faith in his power when the time calls for it.”

“You smell something nice? Oh, that must be my cologne. It’s one of the small pleasures I have while being on land.”

“Oh, please don’t interrupt me right now. I’m busy totaling the sales for today.”

Home Tap (Groovy) “Why don’t you work a shift at the Mostro Lounge sometime? The staff meals Jade and Floyd make are simply the best.”

Duo Magic Azul: “Riddle, let’s run this exactly by our plan.” Riddle: “Azul, I’ll put my trust in you this time.”

Birthday Celebration Outfit - SSR

This card was only obtainable during Azul’s birthday event (Feb 22 - Feb 28, 2020).

Login on Birthday “I’m honored to hear that you’ve remembered my birthday. However, unfortunately I don’t accept one-way gifts... But if you insist, please come order today’s exclusive special meal at the Mostro Lounge; I will be joining you.”

Unlock Card “Those who owe me debts are welcome to come today. Let’s all enjoy the party together.”

“I would like to express my utmost gratitude to everyone who congratulated me. That is the courteous thing to do. Isn’t that right?”

Groovy “Thank you for your birthday wishes. I will make sure to show my gratitude appropriately, so please stay tuned.”

Home Setting “There is such odd—er, interesting clothing on land.”

Home Transitions “The staff at my family’s ristorante sent a group photo of them along with their gifts. I’m glad everyone is doing well.”

“A gift doesn’t have to be an object. Letting me listen to your worries is enough. Come, don’t be shy!”

“Heheh. For my birthday, I decided that I will eat as I please without worrying about the calories.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “I’m glad my birthday is here. In the business world, you’re looked down on just for being young.”

Home Transition (Groovy) “The Mostro Lounge offers a coral-themed birthday cake. You absolutely must order it for your birthday!”

Home Taps “Idia gave me a board game I’ve been interested in recently. I cannot wait to beat him when we play.”

“Every year on my birthday, Jade and Floyd pull a prank on me. Honestly, what will I do with those two...?”

“When I invited Jamil to my party, he grew suspicious and asked ‘What’s the catch?’ ...And here I only want to get along.”

“Coach Vargas saw me in this outfit and said ‘Let me give you a special flying lesson for your birthday!’ I had so much difficulty running from him.”

“You brought me food again? ...Is that your way of saying I look like I eat a lot?”

Home Tap (Groovy) “I’m always looking for business opportunities at parties, but for today alone, I think I will just enjoy myself as the star.”

Duo Magic Azul: “It’s an honor to receive a birthday wish from you, Malleus.” Malleus: “My best wishes, Ashengrotto.”

Tutorial “Lurking over there is quite rude. Come, I'll show you around.”

Lv Up “This is just... spectacular!”

“What do you think about my brilliant progress?”

“I’m not done yet... Heheheh!”

Max Lv Up “Ahh... I can feel the power rising in me... I’d like to keep doing business with you from now on.”

Episode Lv Up “A kind soul like you might be an easy target at this academy, don’t you think? If you ever end up in a bad position, do pay me a visit. You won’t regret it.”

Magic Lv Up “My magic power has grown so advanced; I’d like to put it to good use. I would never want to let talent go to waste.”

Limit Break “More... I want more power. Do I look like the kind of man who would be satisfied with this?”

Groovy “I’m feeling good today. I think now would be your chance if you have anything you want from me.”

Lesson Select “Are you tired of your classes? I recommend thinking of it as a game of scoring points from your teachers.”

“I’m fully prepared for any class. Pick whichever one you like.”

“Depending on the price you pay... I could help you study for today’s quiz.”

Lesson Start “Let’s do our best.”

Lesson End “Were you able to see how brilliant I am?”

Battle Start “You poor, unfortunate souls!”

Battle End “Well, you certainly tried your hardest.”

Other

Profile Quote “I’d be more than happy to help you. Now, just sign this contract.”

January 2020 Trailer “If you want to cross the bridge, you’ve got to pay the toll. That’s only natural, isn’t it?”

Countdown Poster “Helping unfortunate folk like yourself—that’s what I live for.”

Player Birthday Wish “Happy birthday! Today is a special case, in that I will grant you one single wish. ...Of course this isn’t a business deal. I’m only investing in your future self.”

Easter Eggs from The Little Mermaid:

The men up there don’t like a lot of blabber

Poor Unfortunate Souls

Helping unfortunate merfolk like yourself; that’s what I live for

If you want to cross the bridge, my sweet, you’ve got to pay the toll

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mischiefandspirits · 4 years

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Doppelgänger (1/?)

Previously on Doppelgänger ~ Masterlist ~ Next time on Doppelgänger

Danny, Sam, and Tucker were just 14 when they took a look inside the portal Danny's parents had built. From there, everything changed. They woke up with white hair, green skin, and powers they could learn to control. They were hybrids, halfas.

They were the hero Doppelgänger.

{Accident}

They groaned as they sat up. Their bodies ached and their skins buzzed with power.

“We’re alive,” they said breathlessly, only to realize they weren’t breathing.

They looked up and their eyes met. They flinched back in shock.

Their hair was stark white, contrasting with the dark forest green of their skin. The sides were shaved close like Tucker’s hair, but the top fell to their chins like Sam’s. It was also feathery and hung in their faces, like Danny’s. They had Danny’s round face, but Tucker’s plump nose and Sam’s full lips. Their eyes were hidden behind goggles whose lenses were glowing toxic green. They all wore the same suit: black hazmat with white boots, gloves, and collars. Glittering white stars littered the black while electric blue circuit patterns glowed on the white. Sharp fangs peeked out from their open mouths and their ears were pointed. Black vines weaved in and out of the cartilage and small violet roses nestled against their lobes. They had Danny’s small thin body paired with Tucker’s wider shoulders and Sam’s wider hips.

“What the hell?” they exclaimed, reaching for each other. “What happened to us?”

They remembered each putting on one of Danny’s suits and goggles, Tucker taking the prescription ones Mrs. Fenton had made for him. They had gone into the nonfunctioning portal to check it out: Danny curious about the world his parents had spent his life obsessing over, Tucker fascinated by the technology surrounding him, and Sam in it for the thrill. Sam had tried to rush ahead and Danny had stumbled over a wire when he grabbed her to keep her close. This had caused him to bump into Tucker, who had grabbed his shoulder with one hand and the wall with the other to keep upright.

Then there had been a click and the whirring of engines coming to life.

After that, there was only pain.

“The portal turned on,” they said, shivering, “with us inside. We… Did we die? Are we ghosts?”

A door opened upstairs and they all turned to look. Danny jumped to his feet, hands burying in his hair.

“Our parents!” they said. “If they find us down here…”

Sam turned to the portal to see a swirl of green mists that resembled their goggles.

Tucker shook his head.

“We’re not going in there again. It’s where ghosts belong, right? We can’t be ghosts, our parents would kill us,” they said frantically.

“Kids?”

Sam and Tucker jumped to their feet as well, grabbing Danny’s hands. Sam tried to tug them towards the portal. Tucker tried to pull them towards the door to the sub-basement. Danny stared at the stairs to the lab.

“We have to go! We’d rather go to the Fenton Dungeon! We can’t be ghosts!”

Something snapped and rings of white-blue-purple rolled over them.

They collapsed with a -- with three -- shouts.

“Kids!”

Danny’s parents came rushing in as the three slowly pulled themselves off the ground, bodies aching and sluggish.

“Are you alright? What happened?” Mrs. Fenton asked, going immediately to her son’s side as Mr. Fenton hovered nearby, looking all three kids over.

The trio shared a look and were both shocked and relieved to see they were back to normal.

They were alive.

“We-I-I mean, I’m fine, Mom,” Danny said hesitantly, voice cracking slightly when he realized his voice was the only one answering.

“M-Me too,” Tucker said, his own voice wavering for the same reason.

Sam just nodded.

“What happened?” Mrs. Fenton repeated.

The three shared a look.

We need to lie, Sam thought and the boys flinched as they realized they could hear her. Her eyes widened, but carried on. We should say Danny was showing us the portal and it just came on. Don’t say we were near it.

Why should we lie? Danny asked.

Uh, because then they’ll think somethings wrong.

Something is wrong, Tucker pointed out.

JUST DO IT! Hurry before they get suspicious!

“I was, uh, showing Sam and Tuck the portal and it just came on,” Danny said quickly.

His dad looked over at the portal with excitement, but quickly stomped it down and focused on the kids. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“We’re fine,” they said, then flinched.

“None of you got shocked or hit with anything right?” Mrs. Fenton asked.

“Nope,” they lied.

“Alright, but I want to check you all over, just in case. Suits off.”

They quickly slipped out of the primarily white suits and handed them off to Danny’s dad while his mom checked them over for injuries. She measured their breathing and heart rate before giving their faces a long look to be sure there wasn’t any ectoplasmic spillage. She scanned them for ectoplasmic radiation and frowned at the results, but admitted they weren’t worrying.

“See, we’re fine, Mom,” Danny said, even as Tucker had to bite his lip to keep from speaking with him.

“Okay, you three head upstairs. Jazz should be home in an hour with dinner.”

The trio fled to Danny’s room.

Danny flopped face-first onto his bed. Tucker leaned against his desk, looking over his phone to be sure it was still working fine. Sam placed herself in front of the mirror, staring.

Ten minutes went by in silence.

So did we die or not? Tucker asked and his friends squirmed.

I’m pretty sure we can’t be dead with a pulse, Danny said, his hand coming up to his neck to feel the beating against his fingers.

But living people can’t talk in their heads with other people… Wait, you guys can hear this, right? I’m not going crazy?

“It’s called Telepathy,” Sam snorted, leaning closer to the mirror. “It’s not exactly connected to dead people.”

“It’s a pretty common superpower,” Danny said, his voice muffled by his pillow as he gestured towards his bookcase.

“I know that, but normal people -”

Tucker cut off as a purple ring of light expanded from Sam’s waist, widening until it was around the size of a hula hoop. It split in two with one going up and the other going down. Where they passed, she was transformed into the form they’d woken in.

Tucker jerked upright with a gasp. “Holy crow!”

Danny rolled over and stared at her with wide eyes. “Sam?”

She stared at herself in the mirror for a moment then turned to them. “Yeah, i-”

She cut off, her hands going to her mouth.

“Your voice,” Tucker said.

“It sounds like,” Danny continued.

“Us,” Sam finished, her voice an echoing mixture of her, Tucker, and Danny talking over one another. “This is so…”

“Cool,” Tucker said while Danny said, “freaky.”

Sam’s lips twitched up into a shaky smile. “Odd. Well, it’s good to know we’re probably not a hive mind now if we’re disagreeing.”

Danny paled. “Was that a worry we should have had?”

“Between the telepathy and the way we all looked the same, yeah,” Sam said, turning back to the mirror.

“Not to mention the talking together thing we were doing,” Tucker pointed out. “It was actually a little hard to stop doing that. And was I the only one that was thinking collectively before we changed back.”

Dany fidgetted. “Kind of, but I still… We were together, but I was still just me. I mean, you two were arguing about the portal.”

“Yeah, but we were saying each other’s arguments too,” Tucker pointed out.

“So not a hive mind, but some serious mind link nonsense,” Sam stated, leaning closer to the mirror and pulling up the goggles to look at her eyes. They looked like her own, but they were a sickly yellow color.

“How did you do that?” Danny asked. “Change into that?”

Sam tilted her head then the boys got a feeling: A feeling of wanting, needing to change, of lightness and emptiness, of strength and power. Then the phantom sensation of a tug just beneath their sternum.

They both let the feeling flood them and felt the tug for real. Then Tucker and Danny were transformed by blue and white rings respectively.

The trio gave a yelp as Danny jumped, then chuckled as Tucker stretched his arms in front of him. Tucker ran over to Sam’s side to look into the mirror as well.

“We really do look exactly alike,” they said as Tucker glanced between him and her.

He pushed up his own goggles to reveal his usual eyes, but neon purple.

“Our eyes are different from each others. Nice. Do we have to do the talking together thing though? Let’s see. Don’t talk. I love meat.”

Sam punched Tucker.

“Guess that’s a yeah. Uh, guys, a little help!”

Tucker and Sam blinked then turned to Danny, who was hovering five feet in the air. He was waving his arms in an attempt to move, to no effect.

“Cool,” they said as Sam went to help him and Tucker started hopping. “How did we do that? We don’t know, just help us.”

Sam grabbed his shoulder and pulled him down until his feet were on the ground. She let go and he bobbed upwards.

They snickered. “Oh shut up. Hey, we think we got i-Woah!”

The two turned to see Tucker standing on the ceiling.

“Not what we meant, but still cool.” Tucker pointed at Danny. “Eyes?”

Danny pushed his goggles up so Tucker and Sam could see his normal eyes had turned bright red.

Sam smirked.

“Nice.”

Danny closed his eyes and tried to focus on being heavy.

He transformed back and fell to the floor.

“Well, that kind of worked,” he muttered.

Tucker and Sam snickered as the latter knelt next to Danny. “You okay?”

“Fine, though I’d feel better if you weren’t laughing at me while asking.”

“Only one of us is laughing,” they said and Sam sent Tucker a look. “It’s just coming from both of us.”

Danny rolled his eyes and stood up with Sam’s help. He stared at Tucker, who was walking in circles, as Sam turned back to the mirror. “Can you get down?” he asked after a while.

“We don’t know.” Tucker sat down and smiled. “We’ll try in a little bit. This is too cool. Hey, our chests aren’t as flat as we thought.”

Danny turned to Sam, who was standing perpendicular to the mirror and frowning at it.

The two ghosts made a strangled sound then said, “It doesn’t look like we definitively have… We could just have pecs.” Sam looked down at herself and fiddled with the zipper of her suit. “It does make us wonder.”

They gave another strangled sound, then a human Tucker was plummeting from the air.

“No, no it doesn’t!” he snapped and the others turned to him. He scrambled to his feet and pointed a finger at her, a blush on his face. “I under no circumstances want to know what we look like under there. And since we’ve got this mind meld thing going on, neither of you are allowed to look, you hear me?”

“What’s the problem?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.

He crossed his arms and glared at her. “In case you're forgetting, I’m kind of outnumbered in the lower area department. I’d prefer to think I still won out somehow.”

Danny nodded quickly. “Same.”

Sam snorted, but dropped her hand. “Alright fine. For the record though, we might not have anything underneath. The Fentons said ghosts are just ectoplasm given form by post-human consciousness, right? So we could just be smooth underneath, if there’s even an underneath, to begin with. The suit might not even open.”

Tucker and Danny gave her the same horrified expression. Together, they said, “That’s worse, Sam!”

She laughed, then fell through the floor.

{Mystery Meat}

Danny and Tucker ignored Sam joining them at their lunch table as they ate their bagged lunches.

She gave them a mental poke, but only Danny looked up. “Come on, you guys aren’t even eating the school lunch!”

“Only because we saw your plans during practice and came prepared,” Tucker muttered into his ham sandwich.

“You can’t just force your agendas on people, Sam,” Danny said.

“You’ve eaten vegan plenty of times with me!” she huffed. “You said it tasted fine.”

“Yeah, but I did so to make you feel more comfortable. My decision. It’s not right t-”

Danny’s breath fogged in front of him as Sam’s cheeks flushed and the hair on Tucker’s arms stood up. All three were immediately on their feet. Sam and Tucker’s eyes darted around as Danny dragged them towards the doors. Tucker’s eyes caught on a green glow coming from the kitchen as Sam’s landed on the furious looking Dash headed their way.

“Fenton!”

“Go, Danny, we’ll distract him.”

Tucker pouted, but said, “Kitchen. We’ll catch up.”

Danny hesitated, then slipped off without them.

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“Hello, child,” the lunch lady looking ghost said as Danny nervously approached her in his ghost form. “Can you help me? Today's lunch is meatloaf, but I don't see the meatloaf. Did someone change the menu?”

Yeah, Sam did, Tucker growled.

“Uh, yes?”

Lie! Do you want to tick her off? Sam hissed in his head.

She shouldn't be so bad. She looks a little like my grandmother, Tucker scoffed.

And we look like teenagers. Shut up. Lie, Danny!

“W-we mean, no,” Danny stuttered quickly as the ghost’s eyes began to narrow. “Not technically. The menu is technically the same. It’s just, uh, this week is special so the menu’s slightly different.”

“Special? A celebration?” she asked, voice sweet and innocent.

“Y-yes, exactly! It’s, uh, celebrating vegetables and their health benefits.”

“How wonderful! But meat is very important.”

“Of course, but everyone knows that. The kids at this school needed to be reminded that veggies are important too, so the school put together a vegetarian week.”

Blasphemy!

Sh!

The ghost hummed as she looked out towards the cafeteria. “And the children have learned their lesson?”

Red flag! Red flag!

Lie, Danny! Lie as if your afterlife relies on it, because it does, Sam near shouted.

Yes, thank you, I was able to figure that out on my own. “Of course. They can’t get enough of the new -- Temporary! -- menu. We’re sure they’ll be eating nice balanced meals when this is all over.”

“That’s good. Children need nice healthy meals.”

“Yup, definitely. So, uh, are we done here? Would you mind, you know, going back to the zone? You wouldn’t want to distract anyone from their meal.”

“No, I suppose not,” she sighed sadly and Danny felt a little bad. She did seem like a sweet old lady.

“Great, we’ll show you back to the portal if you want,” Danny said, holding out his arm like he did for Grandma Fenton.

“Such a sweet child,” she hummed, patting his cheek. “You could use more meat on your bones though.”

“Right.”

“I can find my own way home… Say, what’s your name, dearie?”

“We’re Doppelgänger,” Danny said, giving the name the trio had decided on using for their shared ghost form.

“We?”

“We.” He gave a half-nod, half-shrug motion. Even when only one of them was transformed, they couldn’t help but think of themselves as a trinity and refer to themselves as such.

The lunch lady seemed to just accept this, though, which made him wonder how weird ghosts tended to be. They’d mostly just faced animal-like creatures before.

“And you are?”

“I am the Lunch Lady.”

Yup, ghosts were just weird like that.

The Lunch Lady gave his cheek another pat then flew off.

So, that’s taken care of, Danny said. He transformed back and slipped back into the hall just as Sam and Tucker left the cafeteria. “Though it might not have gone so well if you’d been there Tuck. I almost told her Sam was at fault because of you.”

“It would have been the truth,” the tech geek pointed out and Sam shoved him.

“We might want to look into ways to capture ghosts long term though,” she said. “We’re not going to be able to talk them all down and clearly they're not sticking to the portal.”

“What about that thermos thing Danny’s dad showed us before the Ectopuses showed up?” Tucker suggested.

“Are we seriously calling them that?” Sam groaned.

“I thought he said it doesn’t work,” Danny said.

Tucker’s eyes flickered purple as he smirked. “Let me have a peek at it.”

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Sam and Danny watched the thermos activate with wide eyes.

“How did you do that?” the trio asked. “We’ve got Technokinesis powers. We do?”

Danny placed his hand on his computer and focused. After a moment, Tucker sent him instructions, but it didn’t help.

“Can… can we not all do it?” they said. They turned to face each other.

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Sam hummed a tune as the potted plant in front of her danced.

“That’s freaky,” Tucker muttered.

She glared at him. “Chlorokinesis isn’t any freakier than Technokinesis.”

“Yeah, sure, until you go Little Shop of Horrors on us,” he said, gesturing to the Venus flytrap.

Sam stared him in the eyes as she turned the pot so he could see the name Audrey II painted on the pot.

“Guys!” Danny cheered, bursting into Sam’s greenhouse.

“Danny, Sam’s making murder plants!”

“Audrey II is a sweetheart, don’t judge,” Danny said, waving Tucker off. “She only eats ectoplasm anyways.”

“What?” Tucker yelped.

“He’s joking.”

“I am?”

Sam raised an eyebrow at Danny. “I was joking when I told you that.”

“Oh.”

“Danny, did you pour ectoplasm on my plant?”

Danny squirmed under his friends' gazes.

“Oh my god!” all three muttered as they looked down at the plant.

It hadn't stopped dancing.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Sam said after a few moments.

“Yeah,” Danny said slowly before accidentally sending his friends visions of living hot dogs and turkeys and carrots and - “Anyways,” he cut in as they turned to give him horrified looks. “I have news. Good news. News unrelated to Sam’s maybe ghost plant.”

“Dude.”

Danny grabbed Sam’s hand and Tucker’s shoulder then pulled them both backward.

Suddenly they were surrounded by a star-filled void.

“What the heck?” Tucker and Sam as the three activated their ghost flight to keep from bobbing around uncontrollably in the gravity-free space. They turned to Danny, who was smiling with red eyes. “What is this?”

“A pocket dimension,” Danny said, pointing to the Fenton Thermos floating past them and they realized a few other bobs and bits were in the void as well. “I can stick things in it and pull them out whenever I want. And it’s space-themed!”

The two chuckled at his excitement.

“How’d you even figure this out?”

Danny blushed. “I fell into it. I was looking for my backpack to put the thermos in and tripped.”

They gave him big smiles.

“Shut up.” He floated off to the side and knocked on empty space, only for it to give a solid thump. “It’s not as big as it looks, maybe the size of my bedroom, but it works.”

“Great, but can you get us out again?”

“No, we’re trapped,” Danny deadpanned before shoving them out of his Space Fold.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #mystery meat #Doppelgänger au

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You’re Not Her

GabeNath Week day 1: Go Akumatize Yourself.

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ONE

"Sir, I'm not sure this will work," Nathalie said, squinting through her lab goggles across the room at the roiling mass that looked like pastel blue tar.

"It has to work. I need more power if I'm going to get those miraculous. Hand me the last ingredient."

"But the translation, I think it was-"

"Hand it to me!"

Nathalie crossed the room to his workbench in the lair. She handed him the bundle of herbs and checked her phone.

"Sir, Adrien will be getting home soon. I need to ask him what he thought about that photographer we used yesterday. I've heard from some of the crew from the shoot that he was aggressive and impossible to work with. If that's the case, I'd like to-"

"Just go. I should be done soon."

Nathalie nodded and exited the lair. She let out a shaky breath and slipped the goggles from her face, smoothing a hand over her hair. As she approached her desk, she felt dizzy for a moment. She closed her eyes and reached for the cool white surface before her and everything seemed to freeze. A falling sensation overtook her, and she wondered with a detached curiosity if there was a proper way to fall when losing consciousness to minimize injury. She felt her knees hit the ground and nothing more.

/*****/

TWO

"Mom? Can you hear me? She's waking up!"

Nathalie kept her eyes closed and took stock of how she felt. She ached like she had worked out too hard, muscles protesting movement. Her head felt a little too light and her skin was cold and clammy like she had been sweating. What had happened? She remembered helping Mr. Agreste with a mostly-translated spell and potion. She remembered she needed to talk to Adrien, and heading to the exit of the lair. Then, nothing. She had felt fine all day. If something were wrong-

Wait, did that voice call her "Mom"?

Her eyes flew open. She looked around the room and spotted a familiar mop of blond hair.

"Adrien? What- where am I?"

The room was unfamiliar. She was on a bed, large and comfortable, with a canopy above. The furniture was of beautiful dark wood: a desk, two dressers, an armoire, and two nightstands. The walls were a pale purple, accented in red. She knew every room in the Agreste mansion, and this was not one of them.

"It's your room."

She blinked and sat up, leaning against the headboard with more of her weight than she'd like, weak from whatever had happened to her.

"Where are my-"

Adrien placed her glasses in her hand and she looked around again, taking in details. She spotted pictures of her with the Agrestes on the wall. Pictures she didn't remember taking. Her prescription allergy medication sat on the nightstand to her right, along with a battered copy of her favorite book, but definitely not her copy.

"What is this?" she asked, a little more harshly than she intended. "Where am I really?"

"What? Mom, are you okay?"

"Adrien, did someone take us?" Panic started bubbling as theories flowed together in her mind. "Was I drugged? Were you? Are you okay?"

"Penny?" Adrien called over his shoulder.

"Sorry, sorry, I was dealing with some new recruits."

Penny Rolling walked in the room with a concerned look on her face. To Nathalie's knowledge, there had been no meeting with Jagged or Penny that day.

"How are you, General? I wanted to wait before calling the doctor to see if you remember what happened."

Penny was pregnant. Clearly showing. There was no way that could be, though, because Nathalie had seen her for lunch three days ago. Something was off. Everything was off.

Nathalie didn't say a word. She stood on shaky legs and looked around. Her shoes were set next to the bed, and she slipped them on.

"You wore heels today?" Penny asked. “You never wear heels.”

She did not say, "Of course I wore heels, it's in my contract with Gabriel." She did not say, "Adrien called me Mom and I'm not sure how I feel about that." She did not ask, "Who are you people, what has happened, where am I?"

Instead, she walked to the half-open bathroom door, closed it, locked it, and pulled out her phone.

No signal.

She sat on the floor and tried not to hyperventilate.

/*****/

ONE

"Nathalie? Nathalie, what happened?"

Nathalie took stock of the situation quickly. She was in pain, but not a lot. Adrien was calling her "Nathalie" instead of "Mom", which bothered her a little, but she had told him from the start to call her whatever he wanted. She was on the floor. A cold, hard floor. The last thing she remembered was reading a report on the latest rebel attack in her room, the only quiet haven she had left.

"Should I call for an ambulance? Or maybe the Gorilla can drive you to the doctor? Where is Father? Oh, maybe I shouldn't be asking so many questions. Or, you're supposed to ask questions of a person who has lost consciousness, I think?"

"Adrien," Nathalie said, sitting up and shifting to lean back against the leg of the desk behind her. "I will be fine. You know where your father is. Can you calm down for me? Take a few deep breaths and help me fill in the pieces?"

Adrien looked at her like she was crazy, but he did as she said and sat on the floor with her.

"First question," Nathalie said. "Where am I?"

"I- what?" Adrien looked even more confused. Should she recognize this place? Some large, empty room with too much white and black, expensive furniture, modeling photos everywhere? It looked like the kind of thing Gabriel would set up if she had let him choose decorations. A mistake she had made only once. Wait, were those recent modeling photos of Adrien?

"Please answer, even if you think I should know," she said. Something was up, and she wasn't going to let him keep her from knowing what she needed to fix this.

"It's your office. Yours and Father's."

Okay, that wasn't good. Adrien had no reason to lie or trick her, and he looked too genuinely worried to be playing some kind of trick, not that he had the heart to play a practical joke on someone he had found unconscious on the floor. And the mention of his father...

"How long was I unconscious?"

"I don't know, I just saw you here a minute before you woke up."

She nodded. "And we don't know where Penny is?"

"No. Were you expecting her?"

Expecting her? She lived with them. Nathalie shook her head. One problem at a time. "Okay, let's go to the kitchen. Maybe I forgot to have breakfast or something."

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the doctor?"

"Very. Come on, I'll make you one of those disgusting banana peanut-butter sandwiches you like."

She stood slowly and carefully and Adrien stood with her.

"But Father doesn't want me eating so many empty calories."

Nathalie sat back down with a thump. Forgetting where his father was once when worried or distracted wasn't all that unusual. Thrice in just a few minutes? Never.

"Adrien, sweetie, are you okay?"

Adrien looked at her like she had grown a second head.

"I- yes? Are you?"

Nathalie looked from him to the modeling pictures. These had to be recent, but Adrien had quit modeling when they had joined the resistance to lower his media profile. What was going on?

"Let's just... go have a snack," Nathalie said, standing and putting a hand on Adrien's shoulder. He nodded and by the time they had reached the kitchen she was starting to realize this situation was weirder than she could have guessed. They were in some sort of mansion, by the size of it. The kitchen, when they arrived, was gigantic and a chef was there on standby. She rolled with it and asked for anything the chef felt like making for herself and a banana and peanut-butter sandwich for Adrien, who looked delighted.

"Adrien, tell me about your day," she said, trying to restrain herself from wolfing down her food. She hadn't realized how hungry she was.

Adrien described a day of public school, fencing practice, and the Chinese lesson he had just finished. She nodded as if this was all normal, but her Adrien had been taking Japanese, not Chinese, and had been forced to quit fencing for a year after an injury. It was enough information to let her know that this place wasn't right. She had one last trick to play.

"Adrien, have you seen any good movies lately?"

Adrien happily recounted the latest anime he had seen for a few minutes.

He didn't know their code phrase. The response was, “Yes, but you wouldn’t like them.” This was not Adrien Agreste.

Nathalie followed Adrien back to the office. When the door opened and she saw who stood before her, she froze, worried she would pass out again. This was a trick. A cruel trick.

"Adrien, go to your room," Gabriel said without looking up from his computer.

"Yes, Father."

Alone in the office, Gabriel looked up at Nathalie.

"You're not her."

"Not who?" she asked, forcing her posture to appear serene.

"You're not the Nathalie I know."

"And you're not my dead husband."

Gabriel made a choking sound.

"No, I'm not. To my knowledge, you are unmarried. Or, the Nathalie who belongs here is."

"This is another world?" She didn't mean to ask it out loud, but this man seemed to have some answers, and he had the face of the man she trusted. The man she loved. The man she lost.

"For you, I will assume so."

"How did this happen?" she asked, taking another few steps towards him.

"I was working on a project. It may have gone a bit astray. I had thought it was just a dud when nothing seemed to happen." He gestured to her. "Clearly I was mistaken."

She took a few steps closer. "What were you working on?"

"I'm sorry," Gabriel said, shaking his head. "I don't know you. I don't trust you. You aren't my Nathalie."

With movements quicker than Gabriel could follow, Nathalie shoved Gabriel into the wall behind him and held a knife up to his throat.

"You, man wearing my husband's face, are going to answer me." Her voice did not raise, her grip on him was firm but not cruel. He just needed to know with whom he was dealing.

"Nooroo, dark wings rise!"

A pulse of magical energy shot Nathalie across the room. Before her stood a corrupt miraculous wielder.

The first, irrational thought that came to her mind was, My husband's costume was much less dorky, and the second was, I am so screwed.

"Well. That answers a lot of questions," she said, gripping the knife in her hand even knowing there wasn't much she could do against a transformed miraculous holder.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to come with me," Hawkmoth said, reaching for her.

"Go akumatize yourself," she said, calm as could be.

#Gabenath Week #mlshipfleet #miraculous ladybug #nathalie sancoeur #gabriel agreste #gabenath #gabrinath #my writing #events #Through the Looking Glass #vaguely inspired by Stargate SG1 episode Point of View #Not that you need to know stargate to understand any of this

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Harley Quinn is Not A Good Role Model: Chapter 16

Rated T-M for language and graphic descriptions of violence

Pairing: Dr. Flug/Black Hat

Summary: Dr. Flug Slys is a successful psychiatrist working at one of the world’s most respected mental institutes for the criminally insane. But this new patient is unlike anything he’s ever encountered. Flug is determined to help him, nonetheless.

Black Hat has other ideas.

Chapter 15: The Best Laid Plans, Version 2

That night, Flug went home early and spent a good half hour writing emails back and forth between his boss and the Inspector, trying to figure out a good date and time for their collaboration. The meeting was eventually set for that Thursday at 15:00, by the Institute’s time zone. It was going to be the best chance they had to get such important information, and Flug began writing down prospective questions and follow-ups.

The psychiatrist was startled out of his brainstorming by another email notification, however, and he cocked his head bemusedly when he didn’t recognize the address. It was a company-sanctioned one, so he went ahead and opened the message.

Dr. Slys,

This is Nurse Susie Hase, we’ve met a few times at work. I know this is very short notice, but I was hoping to talk to you tomorrow if that’s possible, maybe at the break room? Please let me know if or when we can talk.

Susie

She was the nurse he saw most often when filling prescriptions; the one he had run into the day of – well, that day. Flug frowned at the rather out-of-left-field email and pulled up a reply. Something quiet moved in his stomach as he responded with a ‘yes that’s fine, but it’d have to be very early tomorrow. Maybe 8 am?’

His computer dinged again almost immediately, and Flug chewed at his lip as he read the hasty affirmation and the promise of it being a short get together. He didn’t have any problem with Susie, really, but they’d rarely interacted beyond professional courtesy and the nagging in his gut wouldn’t go away. And after the almost accusatory questions from Ben and Lucas the day before, the doctor was feeling more than a little suspicious.

He let the suspicion stew a bit instead of dismissing it; paranoia had helped him survive this long and he wasn’t going to discount it with the bizarre, sick feeling tucked away in the corner.

...

The Institute didn’t really have a break room, but more of a mingling space. It was at the very end of the Floor 1 hallway, past all the staff offices, where the building stopped in a square-shaped dead end with a large barred window overlooking the parking lot. Someone had put a fake potted plant in one corner and it suddenly became the place to go when one wanted to unofficially hang out with a coworker.

Flug had never had much of a reason to come here, simply because he was strictly on professional terms with most of the other psychiatrists. But the nagging feeling still wouldn’t leave until he had passed his office door and ambled around the corner. He spotted Susie standing quietly at the window, sipping from a porcelain mug, and she turned around at the sound of his approach.

“Hello Dr. Slys,” the nurse offered tentatively. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Um, yeah.” The doctor fidgeted in response and rubbed the back of his bag. “I know it’s really early, but I d-didn’t want to impede on, either of our schedules and I wasn’t sure what you...wanted to talk about. What did you want to talk about?”

Susie wrapped her hands more snugly around her steaming drink. She looked a little embarrassed. “I just, wanted to ask you how you’ve been.”

He stared at her. “Uh, sorry?”

“I know that’s, that’s a personal question!” She huddled closer to the fake fern. “Or at least, it’s a little out of ordinary to ask you that, so I don’t know if it’s a personal question? I just...thought I needed to ask you.”

“Uh…” Flug was strangely incoherent today, and it wasn’t even 8 am yet. “It’s not...I don’t mind. I’ve been...” Stressed. Emotional. Overanalyzing. “...the usual. No big deal.”

“Oh.” Susie blinked. “Well I ah, hope the usual isn’t too bad?”

“No, it’s not. Actually, I’d say things have been better, lately.” He thought of yesterday, of music and Black Hat and staying professional. The ends of his mouth quirked unseen.

“That’s good, I’m happy to hear it.” The nurse looked down at her mug. “I know this is kinda out of the blue, asking to hang out like this, but I just wanted to make sure you were okay. So I understand if you, wanted to leave now.”

“Um.” He really needed to stop starting his sentences like that. “I really don’t mind, but uh…why would you – what’s the reason for the worry?”

Susie grimaced and her eyes flitted up to his widened goggles. “I’ve just been…well you remember how we bumped into each other in the lobby the other day? You looked really stressed out that day and I just…haven’t been able to stop thinking about that. I – I wanted to make sure you were doing okay.”

“Well that’s…really kind of you.” Kinder than some coworkers who would not be named. “I’ve been fine, really. Me being stressed is just a-another part of me, at this point.”

“You don’t have to explain that to me, Doctor.” Her lips curled into a sad smile for a moment. “But are you – I mean do you need anything? I know you tend to skip lunch sometimes, but my partner always packs more than enough for me everyday so if you wanted something…”

She was looking him up and down, very cautiously, and Flug realized she might be thinking some not so nice things about his skinny form. He opened his mouth to cut off that train of thought and –

“Hey!”

Both doctor and nurse flinched at the sound of Bautista’s voice behind them. They turned almost simultaneously to see him standing in the middle of the hallway, arms cross and cool expression on his face. His eyes wandered briefly to Susie in observation before settling back on the doctor.

“Dr. Slys, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” The man dropped his arms and moved forward heavily to join them. Flug tensed up and felt Susie shift uneasily behind him.

“What do y-you want?” He forced his shoulders down from his neck and put his hands on his hips. “If this is about Black Hat’s case again, then –”

“Nah, not about that,” Bautista waved one hand dismissively. He stepped close and towered above both of them. “I wanted to ask you about that one day, but I haven’t seen you at all. Have you been avoiding me?”

“Um, maybe, maybe I should go…” Susie said quietly from her place at the fern. She stepped around Flug’s right side only to stop short when Bautista moved left to block her. The only way she could leave was to shimmy between the wall and his side, and the nurse took a stiff step backwards as she realized this. There was a pinched look on her face that suggested discomfort and something vaguely alarmed.

“H-Hey, hang on a minute,” Flug stared up at his imposing coworker. “You can’t just – please let her through.”

“It’s Susan, right?” The man ignored him, staring at the nervous woman. “Listen, I wanted to sort some things out with this guy here, so you wouldn’t mind staying as a third party, right? Like a neutral witness? Thanks.”

He turned back towards the psychiatrist and folded his arms again.

“So I’ve been thinking about what happened, all the shit that was said. It was the heat of the moment, you know. Nothing really worth getting upset about. You understand, right?”

“You’re not – what?” Flug was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that this man wasn’t letting someone leave. “This is…really a – a conversation that we should have in p-private, Doctor.”

“It’s private enough, Slys.” Bautista waved his hand again. “I just wanted to know where things stood, yeah? There was an argument, and you said some things, and I said some things, and it was unfortunate. But we can move on, I’m willing to move on if you are, so. All’s well that ends well.”

“Please let me through,” Susie whispered. Her arms were clutched around her waist, pulling at her uniform. “I need to be somewhere, please let me through.”

Bautista barely gave her a side glance. He stared at Flug, waiting for his response.

“Ah, ah, you weren’t…very cordial that day.” He stuttered, attention torn between the towering coworker in front of him and the cowering coworker beside him. “You – what you said could have been – it was extremely hurtful, it w-wasn’t all well at all!”

The man’s face contorted into something darker. “You seemed fine to me, you just stood there like nothing. It wasn’t that big a deal.” He poked a finger at the doctor’s chest. “If it was so bad you should have said so. I just wanted to make sure we’re cool.”

“We’re not cool,” Flug couldn’t help but hiss. “I r-really wish you’d leave me alone. Can you leave us alone? And let her g-get through?” He gestured to the withdrawn nurse.

“Fine, fine! Lauren wanted us to get along, I figured this was us getting along!” The bigger man nearly threw up his hands, exasperated. “But I guess since you don’t give a shit about that, we’ll just stay weird and hostile. Happy?”

“Just – just please. Go away.” The psychiatrist replied through gritted teeth. “You’re making both of us uncomfortable.”

Dr. Bautista snorted. “Uncomfortable, right. Like we’re on a damn playground.” He gave Flug an irritated look and passed over Susie completely, turning on his heel and sauntering back the other way. The doctor felt the bravado leave his chest in a puff.

“Oh thank god,” the nurse breathed. It was so quiet she probably hadn’t meant for him to hear. Flug looked her way and stiffened again at the way her body shook. Distress scarred her face.

“I’m really, really sorry about that.” He spoke quietly, mindful of her anxiety. “I wasn’t e-expecting to run into him, I didn’t mean for him to – to corner you like that.”

She glanced at him and didn’t respond. Instead she started rubbing her arms through her lab coat like she was cold.

“Are you o-okay?” He hovered without pressing in on her personal bubble. “Do you, do you need anything?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine Doctor,” Susie murmured quietly. Her eyes trembled. “I just – I need to go now. I’m glad you’re doing well. Sorry for wasting your time.”

With that the nurse hurried off down the hall, leaving Flug alone with the fake plant. He pursed his lips as he watched her rigid back take a sharp right and disappear from sight.

This was becoming a problem. An accidental trigger was one thing, no matter the subject matter, but now Bautista had actively bullied two coworkers into a literal corner. Stressful for anyone, but what Susie had looked like before she left…

Flug shoved his hands in his pockets angrily and began walking back to his office. He had an appointment with Martin and Dementia in an hour – he wasn’t going to be late for that – but all he could think about was the disturbingly familiar way his coworker had trembled, the way she hugged herself as if to ward things away.

The worst part was, Bautista hadn’t technically done anything. He hadn’t physically touched them, hadn’t gotten visibly upset and had used words that weren’t obviously inflammatory. He even had the excuse that he was trying to mend things, because he had said as much to both of them. Bringing it to Dr. Rorschach’s attention would probably be futile, and Flug wasn’t willing to drag Susie into it if the third witness’ testimony was demanded.

The more he thought about it, the more the doctor was upset about it, and when Martin showed up in a fairly chipper mood, he wasted no time in grabbing the oblivious intern’s coat sleeve and tugging him towards the elevator in a vex-driven haste.

Dementia was waiting for them with one eye smushed between two bars like it was a peephole.

“Hey guys! Happy new week! Even though it’s Tuesday and not Sunday. Why does the new week start on Sunday anyway? Why not Monday? That’s when school starts, and work starts, and aren’t there like, religions or something about Sunday being the last day of the week? Hey Martin Maje, what do you think?”

“Uhhh…” Martin looked a little dazedly between the overexcited patient and the over-irritated doctor. “I don’t know, I um, I’m not religious.”

“Me neither! We finally have something in common, yay! Can you believe it, Flug?” The girl backed away as her psychiatrist opened the door and stepped inside without comment. “Hey, don’t ignore me, I asked you a question.”

“…You both already had something in common.” Flug closed the door behind the intern and locked it.

“Really? What’s that?”

“You’re both younger than twenty five.”

“…Huh. I guess you’re right. Hey Intern, how old are you?” Dementia got nearly nose to nose with the startled guy.

“Does it matter? I don’t, really feel comfortable telling you my age.”

“Pfft, coward. I’m diecinueve!” She giggled as Martin looked at her blankly. “I’m nineteen, numb nuts!”

“Really? I thought you were younger.”

“Nah, that’s just the straitjacket hiding my girlish figure. I’m a tried and true adult – or I guess I’m a tried and convicted adult, heh!” The inmate bounced over to Flug, who remained silent and unreadable from behind his mask. “What’s your problem today?”

“I don’t have a problem.” He took a step back.

“Yes you do, you’re all weird and distant. Your glasses are doing that thing again.” She followed his step with her own step.

“My glasses don’t ‘do that thing’, they can’t do anything, they’re goggles, Dementia.” He stepped to his left, towards Martin who blinked owlishly at the scene.

“Yes they do! They do that thing where the light reflects too much and I can’t see your eyes at all! It’s super creepy and weird and cool.” She shimmied into a sidestep to mirror him.

“That has nothing to do with my mood, that’s just what happens with light sometimes! How would I even control something like that?” He maneuvered around the intern so the poor kid was in between them.

“I don’t know, I’m not a weird science nerd like you, but I’ve only seen it when you’re in a bad mood.” She made the same action again. “Which has been like, a lot but it’s mostly when you’re angry or really, really angry.”

“I think you mean furious.” He rounded around Martin again. She followed him. “I’m not furious right now anyway.”

Soon they were walking circles around a confused, frozen intern; the doctor going backwards and his patient going forwards.

“Then what are you? Frustrated?”

“No, stop following me.”

“Are yooou…flustered?”

“Dementia, I’m warning you!”

“Are you – what’s the word? Flabgobbled?”

“The word is flabbergasted, Dementia, and yes I’m pretty flabbergasted that you’re making us do this ring-around-the-rosy thing!”

“I’m not making you do anything, Flugmeister, I’m just making you uncomfortable.”

“Well stop it!”

“Not until you tell me what’s got your panties all tied up!”

“Dementia!”

“NO!”

“Uh, not to interrupt but,” Martin said awkwardly, “could you guys maybe not do this around me? I’m getting dizzy.”

Dementia pushed into him lightly with her shoulder, making him stumble. “Only if you help me figure out why Flug’s acting so weird.”

“I’m not – gah!” The fed-up psychiatrist threw his hands in the air and sat down where he was. “Fine! Fine, you win, I stopped first, I lost. Are you happy?”

“Oh yeah, totally.” The patient bumped against the intern to make him sit, then joined them both. “But you still haven’t answered me. Why so mopey?”

Flug pressed his palm against his goggles. “If I tell you, will you promise not to tell anyone else?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die!”

“And will you promise to cooperate with our session today?”

“Cross my heart and hope to lie!”

Martin burst out with a laugh and Dementia giggled along with him. The doctor kept rubbing at his headwear.

“Okay, sure, why not. I’ve got a coworker who’s been giving me trouble, and this morning he was kinda harassing me and someone else. Alright?”

“Well why are you all brooding? Just go punch the guy and live your life.” She tried to make a threatening move towards the intern, but it wasn’t very successful with her outfit. He flinched anyway.

“It’s not that simple, Dementia. There are rules and regulations, and you could get in serious trouble for assaulting another staff member. Verbally or physically, it doesn’t matter. I’m not risking my job for that.”

“Are you…talking about Dr. Bautista?” Martin asked, chewing his lip. “Has he been messing with you?”

Flug regarded him suspiciously. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason.” The teen picked at a loose thread on his jeans.

“Ooh, has he been harassing you too?” The girl leaned in close. “This guy has been going after both of you? Now you two have something in common, how awesome is that?”

“Is that true, Martin?” The psychiatrist watched the intern fidget. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he answered quickly, “he wasn’t really doing anything mean. Just…saying stuff sometimes, when we run into each other.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, Doctor, you don’t have to –”

“Like what, Martin.”

The kid flinched. “Ah, just, these last few days, you know, he’s been saying it’s good I got moved to be with you and her. He said I…would fit in well. That you guys could dress me up like – yeah. Just, not nice things.”

Flug didn’t realize he was gripping his clothes until he tried to pull on his bag and his fingers got stuck in his lab coat. If he had been angry before, he was livid now. On his left, Dementia’s eyes narrowed into reptile slits.

“That’s it, that’s fucking it.” The doctor announced. He looked up at the room camera, grateful for the millionth time that this one didn’t have audio recording.

“Who’s fucking it?” Dementia asked, confused but still predatory.

“No, I mean I’m done with this. I can’t talk to my boss about Bautista without getting innocents involved. You,” he looked at Martin, “you probably can’t even talk to anyone. I’m sick of this. I’m so, so sick of not being able to do anything.”

“Are we planning something wicked?” His inmate whispered, expression glittering. “Are we gonna take him out, stealth mode style?”

“We’re not going to take him out, Dementia.” Flug tapped one finger to his hidden lips. “But there are other ways to do things. Ways to be sneaky, no way to incriminate yourself, no way to prove anything.”

He looked at Dementia, who jittered in hungry excitement at the mere idea of chaos. He looked at Martin, who seemed slightly concerned but also very, very thrilled. Flug could practically feel his own mouth tilt into a perfect imitation of one of Black Hat’s grins.

“How much do you guys know about pranks?”

Welp, here’s the next chapter everybody! Seems Black Hat isn’t the only schemer, hehehe. Now we have two plans, with two unsuspecting victims, on week two. Go figure, hah.

#villainous #villainous au #asylum au #dr flug #black hat #dementia #paperhat

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mxllennial-blog · 6 years

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random info about millie’s powers in her duckburg verse bc trying to sort them out in my head gets too muddled:

unlike megavolt, she can’t generate/store electricity on her own. she needs to draw it out/direct it from another source. hence why she causes so many blackouts when she’s just starting out

she doesn’t have to recharge the same way megavolt has to, but she does get sluggish/sleepy if she’s someplace with little/no electricity. this is only part of the reason she takes to hanging out on the power lines

literally the main reason she hangs out on the power lines is because she thinks it looks cool. that’s literally the reason. in reality, people see her up there and just think “that dumbass kid is on the wires again, do i call the cops or wait for her to fall?”

swaps her glasses out for a pair of prescription safety goggles, which she hates even more than her glasses. she thinks they make her look like an anime character, and not in a cool way

gyro attempts to help her control her powers at first. she tricked him into helping create the machine that gave her her powers, so he feels like it’s his duty (plus Mr. McDuck and Fenton basically forced him to). he quits after about a week, after millie has (accidentally) managed to short-circuit or fry basically every bit of machinery in the lab (don’t worry, li’l bulb was safe elsewhere). the coffee maker was the final straw

she won’t short-circuit is she gets wet, but she obviously has less control over her powers and a greater risk of electrocution if she tries to manipulate electricity in that state. she’s useless when it rains

she’s also useless when there’s no electricity nearby for her to tap into, like if someone trapped her in a room surrounded by concrete walls. there’s a possibility she could get around this by tapping into the minuscule amounts of electricity present in a person’s cells/nervous system, but there’s a very high chance that it would end up killing whoever she used, and she frankly doesn’t trust her powers enough to ever give it a try

it’s not really a question of if her powers will end up killing her, it’s more a question of when. her cells didn’t adapt to the sudden surplus of electricity the same way megavolt’s did and she therefore can’t handle electrocution as well as he can. if she doesn’t concentrate when she’s manipulating it, the electricity could pass through her heart and kill her. if she lets her emotions get too carried away (if she gets too angry, or too excited, etc.) there’s a chance that, instead of causing a blackout or frying the closest machine powered by electricity, it could kill her. she has horrible concentration skills and horrible control over her emotions, so she’s basically a walking time bomb

her powers in general are sort of like lightning bending, only she would most definitely die if she tried manipulating actual lightning

#(ooc.)#life sucks and my life sucks in particular. (headcanons.)#v; in the eye of a hurricane (duckburg au)#;;long post

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Why Hoarding Of Hydroxychloroquine Needs To Stop

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A family of old antimalarial drugs — including one that some patients rely on to treat their lupus or rheumatoid arthritis — is becoming harder to get in the United States, pharmacists say, partly because of remarks President Donald Trump has made, highlighting the drugs as a potential treatment for COVID-19.

“I feel good about it. That’s all it is, just a feeling,” Trump said during a White House briefing Thursday about hydroxychloroquine. “You’re going to see soon enough.” He again trumpeted his interest in the approach at a press conference Monday.

But health officials have been quick to warn that enthusiasm for such a treatment is premature. Big clinical studies of the drug against COVID-19 are only just beginning, the head of the Food and Drug Administration has said; another study was set to begin in New York on Tuesday. And there are some good reasons to think cell studies that look promising in the lab won’t pan out in real patients, other infectious-disease experts say.

Nonetheless, with all the buzz, American pharmacists are concerned about the hoarding of hydroxychloroquine by people who don’t have an immediate need.

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Dentists And Doctors Writing Prescriptions For Themselves

“Our members are definitely seeing more demand for this medication and possibly some people trying to hoard the medication,” said Todd Brown, executive director of the Massachusetts Independent Pharmacists Association.

According to Brown, it appears the hoarders include doctors and dentists who are writing prescriptions for themselves or family members.

“Pharmacists are seeing an increase in requests and prescriptions for them in instances where it’s not clear why the patient needs it at this time,” he said.

Brown suggests that pharmacists restrict prescription quantities and fill prescriptions only for patients with an active need for hydroxychloroquine.

In a statement, CVS Health said the company is “monitoring the global pharmaceutical manufacturing environment and working with our suppliers to ensure we can continue filling prescriptions for our pharmacy patients and plan members.”

CVS said it has an adequate supply of hydroxychloroquine and is taking steps to make sure the supply remains stable. Some data show hospitals stocking up on the drug as well.

State Pharmacy Boards Put The Brakes On Prescriptions

The National Association of Boards of Pharmacy said six states, so far, have taken steps to limit inappropriate prescriptions for hydroxychloroquine and preserve supplies for patients who take the medicine as approved. Those states are Idaho, Louisiana, Nevada, North Carolina, Ohio and Texas.

“Based on reports we see from the states, pharmacists have a fairly good idea that what they’re seeing is prescribers prescribing for themselves and their families and stockpiling these medications rather than prescribing for patients,” said Carmen Catizone, executive director of the NABP.

If doctors are hoarding, some colleagues say, that’s unethical. Dr. Michael Barnett, a primary care physician and an assistant professor at the Harvard T.H. Chan School of Public Health, said that even if clinical studies now in progress show the drug to be effective against COVID-19, it must be saved for those most in need.

“There are front-line physicians where, if this medication is actually effective or can be used to prevent coronavirus, they certainly could merit treatment with that,” Barnett said. And, he noted, “we are very far from knowing whether it’s effective in that manner. ”

Still, Barnett said he can see why a doctor or nurse might say, “Hey, I can’t get the masks or goggles or gowns I need to protect myself. Why not try this medication?”

Need A Stable Supply For Non-COVID-19 Patients

Though sympathetic, Barnett pointed out that this powerful medicine has serious side effects, so it should not be taken unless there’s a known benefit.

“Having sort of a free-for-all in terms of prescribing for oneself and just deciding that ‘I’m going to grab some while I can’ is the kind of mentality that can really undermine our efforts to actually have a concerted public health campaign against this disease,” he said.

More immediately, patients with lupus and rheumatoid arthritis take hydroxychloroquine daily to reduce swelling and rashes. Dr. Jeff Sparks said his patients at Brigham and Women’s Hospital were already fretting about having enough medicine on hand if stores close or it’s hard for them to go out. And then the president began calling the drug a game changer.

“The entire last week seemed to be filled with a lot of anxiety about what to do about medications and, in particular, patients asking for refills for hydroxychloroquine,” Sparks said.

Some patients are already being told they can’t get the medication or can get only a limited supply. The Lupus Foundation has asked congressional leaders to ensure supplies for lupus patients.

Sparks said hydroxychloroquine is what keeps many of his patients stable.

“So even if patients are doing well, stopping the medication could cause them to flare, which means that they then need to go on other immunosuppressants … or even get admitted and potentially get exposed [to the coronavirus] in the clinical setting,” Sparks said.

He added that hydroxychloroquine, like ventilators and masks, is a medical resource the country needs to learn to manage more carefully.

This story is part of a partnership that includes WBUR, NPR and Kaiser Health News.

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Why Hoarding Of Hydroxychloroquine Needs To Stop

Nonetheless, with all the buzz, American pharmacists are concerned about the hoarding of hydroxychloroquine by people who don’t have an immediate need.

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Dentists And Doctors Writing Prescriptions For Themselves

According to Brown, it appears the hoarders include doctors and dentists who are writing prescriptions for themselves or family members.

“Pharmacists are seeing an increase in requests and prescriptions for them in instances where it’s not clear why the patient needs it at this time,” he said.

Brown suggests that pharmacists restrict prescription quantities and fill prescriptions only for patients with an active need for hydroxychloroquine.

CVS said it has an adequate supply of hydroxychloroquine and is taking steps to make sure the supply remains stable. Some data show hospitals stocking up on the drug as well.

State Pharmacy Boards Put The Brakes On Prescriptions

Still, Barnett said he can see why a doctor or nurse might say, “Hey, I can’t get the masks or goggles or gowns I need to protect myself. Why not try this medication?”

Need A Stable Supply For Non-COVID-19 Patients

Though sympathetic, Barnett pointed out that this powerful medicine has serious side effects, so it should not be taken unless there’s a known benefit.

“The entire last week seemed to be filled with a lot of anxiety about what to do about medications and, in particular, patients asking for refills for hydroxychloroquine,” Sparks said.

Some patients are already being told they can’t get the medication or can get only a limited supply. The Lupus Foundation has asked congressional leaders to ensure supplies for lupus patients.

Sparks said hydroxychloroquine is what keeps many of his patients stable.

He added that hydroxychloroquine, like ventilators and masks, is a medical resource the country needs to learn to manage more carefully.

This story is part of a partnership that includes WBUR, NPR and Kaiser Health News.

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dinafbrownil · 4 years

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Why Hoarding Of Hydroxychloroquine Needs To Stop

Nonetheless, with all the buzz, American pharmacists are concerned about the hoarding of hydroxychloroquine by people who don’t have an immediate need.

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Dentists And Doctors Writing Prescriptions For Themselves

According to Brown, it appears the hoarders include doctors and dentists who are writing prescriptions for themselves or family members.

“Pharmacists are seeing an increase in requests and prescriptions for them in instances where it’s not clear why the patient needs it at this time,” he said.

Brown suggests that pharmacists restrict prescription quantities and fill prescriptions only for patients with an active need for hydroxychloroquine.

CVS said it has an adequate supply of hydroxychloroquine and is taking steps to make sure the supply remains stable. Some data show hospitals stocking up on the drug as well.

State Pharmacy Boards Put The Brakes On Prescriptions

Still, Barnett said he can see why a doctor or nurse might say, “Hey, I can’t get the masks or goggles or gowns I need to protect myself. Why not try this medication?”

Need A Stable Supply For Non-COVID-19 Patients

Though sympathetic, Barnett pointed out that this powerful medicine has serious side effects, so it should not be taken unless there’s a known benefit.

“The entire last week seemed to be filled with a lot of anxiety about what to do about medications and, in particular, patients asking for refills for hydroxychloroquine,” Sparks said.

Some patients are already being told they can’t get the medication or can get only a limited supply. The Lupus Foundation has asked congressional leaders to ensure supplies for lupus patients.

Sparks said hydroxychloroquine is what keeps many of his patients stable.

He added that hydroxychloroquine, like ventilators and masks, is a medical resource the country needs to learn to manage more carefully.

This story is part of a partnership that includes WBUR, NPR and Kaiser Health News.

from Updates By Dina https://khn.org/news/why-hoarding-of-hydroxychloroquine-needs-to-stop/

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Hide Away -Chapter 1 : Awkward Beginnings.

So after much delay ( because I’m anxious and haven’t posted in a while), here’s chapter 1 of HideAway,

The tone I was going for is like the aforementioned title so if you feel awkward reading it, I HAVE SUCCEEDED. There won’t be much going on because it’s an introductory chapter. I hope you enjoy this short slice of life venture that I have finally started.

Lorcan looks like this now and Sitka looks like this.

Any thoughts and comments you have, you can reach me either on this tumblr, or twitter or facebook. I’m going to bury myself in Doctor Who now.

Eto...please read below!

I like swimming.

Swimming is pretty much the only other thing that gets me out of my room, it sort of gives me a reason not to mope around. I'm definitely not good at it, I can barely swim 5 meters without stopping and going beyond the middle part of the pool scares me. But just the though of being in the water is calming. I can't hear anything but the splash and swirls of me being in it, it's like mediation or something. Probably something because mediation puts me to sleep.

“ HEY! DUDE IN THE POKEBALL SWIMSHORTS!” someone shouts, disrupting the calm, zen like mode that I was going through “ HEY POKE-SWIM”

I stop my lap, only to panic and grab the floating lines because I'm right in the middle and will drown if I don't hold onto something. “ Yeah, what do you want?!” I ask, only seeing a big mint coloured blur with a shock of pink from where I'm currently floating. My shortsightedness is going to be the end of me one day, but prescription goggles make me dizzy so eh.

“ I'M SORRY BUT I BROKE YOUR GLASSES!” he shouted.

What.

“ YOU STAY RIGHT THERE!” I shouted back, propelling myself to the pool's sides with the strength of my sheer disbelief and bafflement. He broke my glasses??? How could he, they're those foolhardy plastic frame ones I got because they're more or less unbreakable?

Scrambling to wrap myself in the super nerdy Dalek towel because it was cold and all, I walked to the one who called me. Up close, I could now see that he's actually a complete head and shoulders taller than me. Which meant he's probably a foot above me in height. And that all the clothing articles that he had on him was some form of either pastel or white. It suited him. What stood out from this cupcake ensemble ( other than his adorable pink hued hair) was my black, thick plastic glasses which had snapped in half. The lenses had miraculously shattered, rendering them completely useless.

“ You got to be kidding me. Did you stomp on these?” I exclaimed, taking the pitiful remains of my sight correctors. “My prescription might not be that high but I depend a lot on these things” muttering, I look a really not expecting to see that he's probably going to cry in 5 seconds.

Holy hell did this get awkward so fast.

“ Uh! Hey! It's okay!” the heck, I sound convincing as heck “ You did me a favour, the frame was getting old and rickety! I should thank you!” I sighed, this is going nowhere.

“ I'll pay for your new ones!” he said, his grey eyes shining with unshed tears “ I promise!”

Great. “ Uh, dude. No offense but it's really no biggie. You don't need to pay for anything, I needed to get anothe-” The kid's gonna blow, I know it, he’s this close to to blowing “You know what? You can pay the deposit for it!”

I guess there was no reason for me to say no ( other than a sense of pride, you dolt), not with the big marshmallow bribing me with his unshed tears. “ Lemme just get decent and then we can talk about it, alright? ”

Well, you now know one of my few weaknesses now. Big, crying cupcake dudes will always end me.

Thank gods I'm paying half for my glasses, and the shop allowed us a student discount because these things are expensive. The frames that I picked mirrored my previous ones, because I’m a sentimental kinda guy. Sitka fidgeted a bit, looking left and right, because it got pretty awkward for some reason. And I am pretty much shit at small talk that didn't revolve around some form of animation or nerd culture. So there, you had two college aged dudes just chilling in the spectacles shop waiting for the transaction to finish and trying to out-fidget the other.

After the specs were paid for, they told me I could pick it up in about 3 days time. And yet again, the ' why are we here again, I don't know you and the same goes to you' scenario started again. “ Are you going back straight after this?” I asked, and he practically jumped

“ Y-Yeah, I was going to go home before I stepped on your glasses. Sorry” he said, voice going higher and higher with each word. “ D-DO YOU NEED A RIDE BACK?!” he blurted in the end “ My sister's going to pick me up”

“ Nah, don't be sorry. It's okay” I say, chuckling a little. “ I'll take the bus, I live near college anyways”

“ If you say so” he said, meekly and unsure of himself.

“ Do I scare you that much or is it guilt from my glasses?” I asked, totally not jokingly.

“ Oh, you scare me shitless” he said, totally not trying to stare me down “ How did you know Pokeball swimshorts were my ultimate weakness”

The amount of sass that came out of him from that single sentence sent me into a laughing fit. This kid, this kid's got it good.

Getting ready in the morning without wearing my glasses has got to be one of the weirdest things that I have done. Well, getting ready was slightly more difficult because I can't see stuff until they're brought to an arm's length away, getting super shocked and uncomfortable when I noticed how blurry everything was. I texted my friend and nominated him to be my SEH, or seeing-eye human for the day before putting on my shoes and taking the 10 min walk to class.

Again, I cursed the management for giving me a schedule with daily 8am classes as I entered the campus, my eyes trying to focus on everything at once while my head was buzzing around from the clear lack of sleep I suffer. Nothing educational should be allowed to happen before 10, nor should it last for more than two hours without a break between. The lecturer's never on time as well, which should be a clear indicator that it's too early for anything to happen. Settling into my seat beside my SEH, I absentmindedly scrolled through Twitter because it's hella better than facebook. Well, I follow a lot of artists and they mainly have twitter accounts, so go figure.

“ Dude, remember that Stucky fic I told you to read? The one with the salami?” Tavşan started, and I nod furiously because that was fantastc I mean, if you're going to go in that direction, why not go for the unexpected and make a pretty good ER story. “ I found a better one. It's got---”

“ Can I at least have the morning ritual first before we have this conversation?” SEH mentioned, sounding half-dead and not even trying to lift their head from the table.

“ You don't contribute anyways” I mutter, “ Unless it's Shiro --”

“ Shiro's your Bara Dad too” they whine from their throne of isolation, which was going to topple down at any moment if he wasn't too careful.

“ If that's supposed to be an argument, consider it invalid”

“ Well consider yourselves kinkshamed because it's got Shiro in a rather precarious situation with a certain Cuban Paladin” Tavşan said, bringing it up on her phone to send the link to our chatgroup “ They get all frisky and stuff in the office and BLAM, there's the voyeu---”

“ Morning. Ritual.” SEH all but screamed, grumpily stuffing their head in their hoodie.

*, who was our knight in red armour came in at the last moment, bringing us homemade hashbrowns and peppermint hot chocolate,while we were killing SEH with our explicit discussion about the finer aspects of the fanfiction that jumpstarted our day. I mean, how could you not, the fandoms that we are in constantly churn out new stuff that maybe has the same premise as the other one but the way that the author chooses to write it and all the quirks that go into each chapter makes them special. That's probably how our days often started, as inappropriate as possible.

Because what's a little indecency between your equally indecent mates?

Well, SEH was jump started by the glorious breakfast but they're a closet fanperson surrounded by a bunch of extroverts. Loud, perverted, mischievous extroverts. They consented to this. And to think that they got into this cliché of sorts because of a prank we played on them. That may or may not have involved their Snapchat account and and photos of them fawning over some BDSM manga in the computer lab. No lasting damage but almost being blacklisted from the labs and so, so many snaps from both us and their other friends testing out their other kinks.

The lecturer came in late by 15 mins, probably his second time being that this semester and started with an apology. No one blamed him because the roads are atrocious in the morning in these parts anyways. But another person came in later than him. And this person was a pastel blob.

Was it the same pastel blob?

I'm pretty sure there are other people in this university who are pastel goths.

It can't be him.

BUT IT COULD BE.

I feel my heartbeat rising and nope, that ain't good. Lectures are the next best thing to distract myself from that sudden feeling of doom and 'HOLY SHIT I DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS HERE ALL ALONG'. Listening to the lecturer speed through the law notes is almost calming, mainly because it's all very dry, makes me want to sink further into the seat and close my eyes. Which kinda helps with the sudden rush of anxious energy running through my being.

Ending his lecturer with a case yet another person who felt like he was cheated, he slowly packed up his stuff. Meanwhile, I was zipping my head around the classroom to look at the pastel blob who I don't even know the name to. Obsessed much? Of course I am. Spotting him near the middle part of the left side I quickly tugged SEH's arm and told them to look at him. “ He's that tall kid that hangs out with two beautiful kids” they said, focusing on the blob. “ What's his name again? Smitka? Sitka? What's your beef with that guy, he talked bull about any of your kinks?”

“ He broke my glasses and is the reason why you've become my SEH today” I said, trying my best to focus on him but alas, if your eyesight sucks, it sucks big time.

“ Which asshole?!--” Tavşan turned around to look at him “ Dude, he's softer than my buttcheeks. Are you sure you weren't the one who tried to pick him and made him---” I could see her face contorting into something I can only explain as utter disgust.

“ It's not like that!” Explaining how we got into situation yesterday, my merry band of people suddenly launched into different scenarios. Our breakfast caretaker went on and on about how this resembled like every other shoujo manga in existence, which couldn't be further from the truth. Tavşan probably took out my shoulder and “ That boy is probably going to kill you in a fortnight. Want me to kill him first?”. And then there was SEH, who stared at him.

The next lecturer came in, projected her slides through the increasingly dinky projector ( which seemed to be fancy the colour yellow today and dyed everything in said colour). Pastle Blob Marshmallow and his posse of blurred pretty people made a move, they were in a different program than us after all. To think I haven't noticed this person, we've been in the same class for nearly 2 months. But then again I'm probably the least 'aware of my surroundings' person you would ever meet...my head hurts.

#HideAwayFic #intro chapter #YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW ANXIOUS I WAS TO POST THIS.#HAchapter

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