#she didn't even plan on building an army and now my players made her a genuine threat with 90% indirect actions

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💭 Since we're here, thoughts from Nillan on the whole party too, and on the vampire gang

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"And they did this all themselves, just the five of them..." She walked with a gentle slowness, watching the blood splattered across stone, kneeling to inspect the ruined corpses, and frowning at the horrible experiments that were stopped. The Meat Forge was now devoid of life, inhabited only by the legion of vengeful wraiths that were unleashed upon it. "Good riddance. Quite very impressive though. I would have needed a small army for this, maybe 10 handpicked and involve the troll too. In fact, that might not even had been enough, depending... hmm..."

She took a little chain of praying bones hanging on her waist and looked for an important-looking corpse. "Let's see how they did it, and where the rest you rotten filth are."

(CONTEXT: The "vampire gang" is a young vampire girl and 4 (now only 3) vampire kids that my players befriended and brought into the current city, then the players left for a few months, during which Nillan found them and helped them in the background.)

"They seem free, but Avi won't speak the name of who turned her, and that silence doesn't seem entirely voluntary. It makes no sense to keep her bound unless her master plans to later come back for something... curious..."

#Nillan #My players assaulted and wiped out a cultist base in the forest that focused on creating monsters from people and creature parts #in the end they disabled a seal that prevented the vengeful wraiths of the victims from manifesting #thus the base got overrun by angry murder-ghosts right after they left #they ALSO put Nillan on the closest edge of the city for completely unrelated reasons at roughly the same time without knowing she's a necr #Nillan being a Death Shepherd and hiking for a hobby sensed the now obscenely haunted place in the forest and went to check it out #seeing that the place was a good base with a legion of angry wraiths already protecting it and full of fresh dead to be raised #she moved in with the rest of her undead and started hunting the remaining cultists in the area #because she saw the horrible things they did and yeah fuck those guys #THEN my players informed her that they also called essentially the inquisition on the place and they are coming in probably X days #So now that Nillan essentially gathered an army in a fortified base she has to flee the region asap and hope the inquisition won't track he #she didn't even plan on building an army and now my players made her a genuine threat with 90% indirect actions #Being a GM is fun

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October 1985 || Six Months Will Never Be Enough || Eddie Munson x Reader

Near the start of the 1985 school year, two teenagers meet, unaware of the firestorm headed their way in six months. 182 days. What would you do with that time?

Eddie Munson x Reader //  Fluff  //  Slow Burn  //  Will follow events of season 4

Parts

[ October 1985 ] [devil's night] [nov] [dec] [jan] [feb] [mar]

Monday, Oct 7, 1985. Hawkins, Indiana.

All the anxiety build-up going into today turned out to be a waste of energy as YN released a long heavy sigh of relief in front of her open locker as she stacked her math textbook away. She had been holding her breath all day, waiting on things to go sideways. Hawkins High had dissproved the US TV trope of the popular kids being overtly mean for no apparent reason and more welcoming than she had hoped. Even Chrissy, the head cheerleader, had shown her around the school campus that morning. All the jokes and syke-outs from friends back in London based on the 'Happy Days' reruns were baseless.  

Over the summer, after receiving postings to the US embassy in East Berlin, her parents sent YN to live stateside to finish high school. The wish was to keep YN out of the mess of post- second world war Germany, which was made worse by the escalating Cold War.  She was still in early elementary the last time YN went to school in the states.

Behind her, on the wall of lockers, two boys stood by as one with long curly hair and a DIO back patch on his jean vest duked it out with his locker.

“Common," Eddie grumbled through gritted teeth. The frustrated chuckle came through in his voice, "Help me out here, man." He yanked at the locker handle with manic fervour.

"I thought you were going to talk to the office. Get yourself a new locker assignment" Gareth stifled a laugh as he took a drink from his can of coke while taking a small step back. He didn't want to get into Eddie's line of fire.

"Yeah, well," Eddie aggressively slammed a piece of paper on the locker door next to him, his fingers following the written locker combination as he twirled the lock again. "I forgot. Been busy trying to get this year's campaign polished off for you freaks – Finally, god damn it." The lock clicked, and Eddie swung the locker door open, shoving the locker combination piece of paper into the inside pocket of his jean vest. He pulled out a small army green metal lunch box before turning back to face Gareth and Jeff. "I had to tweak the numbers. After adding three new players, I had to shift some things–" 

YN caught Eddie's large deep brown eyes for a moment as she pulled her purse over her head. He was intimidating at first glance; the metal head look would do that to anyone, but his eyes were kind. YN could feel her cheeks flushing as Eddie flashed her a boyish smile and a lazy wave. 

"Hey"

YN broke eye contact to grab her new copy of The C++ Programming Language1 book from the locker before shutting the door. "Hey, yourself." A smirk spread across her face as she looked back at Eddie before walking away. She didn't want to be late for her first Computer science club meet.

As YN walked away, she could hear Eddie ask his friends, "Have you guys seen her before?"

"I donno. I haven't had any classes with her." Gareth replied

"YN? Today was her first day; she’s now in my homeroom class. Cute, huh?" Jeff laughed.

"Yeah, cute." Even from a distance, she could hear the smile in his words as he watched her turn the corner.

"Jesus chr–" The frantic clambering rang through the empty school hallway. Eddie had tried to lean against his locker door, but while watching the cute new distraction walk away, Eddie forgot he had just opened the locker and unceremoniously fell inside. YN could still hear the roar of laughter from his friends echoing around the corner as she opened the door to the computer science club.

School was done for the day, but her math teacher Mr. Younge had mentioned a computer science club that YN might find interesting. He wasn't wrong. Computer Science and Engineering was in YN’s plans after high school – MIT was calling her name. 

"Ah YN, glad to see you decided to join!" Mr. Younge stood up from the only computer in the room. Five students, two at the computer with Mr. Younge, and the three others were at a cork board covered with dot matrix printer paper.

"As you can see, we only have one computer allocated for the club's use. So most of the coding and debugging will be analog while the computer complies the code from the last club meeting." 

"Sounds great! Where do you want me?"

"You can help Dustin Henderson; he is working on debugging some code."

A younger boy with a "thinking cap" baseball hat poked his head out of the group surrounding the cork board with a broad smile. He raised a friendly hand waving YN over. "Great! We need fresh eyes. I'm Dustin. Wait. Is that the new C programming book?" Dustin's mouth gapped at the large book in her hand.

"Yeah, they are calling it C++ now, though." 

"Seriously?" Dustin scoffed as he opened the book. "That's original."

YN laughed as she walked past Dustin to look at the code on the wall. She was going to like this kid. "Jesus. Is that what we're trying to debug?"

"Yeah, it's a goddamn mess." Dustin rolled his eyes, placing the book on the desk beside him. "Not my code, though." He quickly added defensively.

"Do you guys mind?" Pointing at the paper, YN reached for the cup of markers beside the cork board, pulling a red one out.

"Go for it; I have been looking at it for too long. My eyes are bleeding–"

"It's missing a bracket here." YN circled the offending line in red.

"No way," Dustin murmured as he walked up the board, looking at the code circled in red."… Shit, nice catch."

"My eyes are fresh, that's all." YN looked back at Dustin with a smile before turning back to the code." If the code was cleaned up a bit, it would have been easy– Oh, semi-colon needs to be here too." She circled another bit of code further down the sheet. "That book," With the marker, YN pointed to the book Dustin had just placed on the desk. "Kinda covers the Kernighan & Ritchie Style. It might be useful to get everyone on the same coding style."

"No kidding." Dustin laughed as he picked the book back up to read through some of its pages.

 Friday, Oct 18, 1985. Hawkins.

"You gonna sit with us, YN?" Chrissy tugged at the elbow of YN's sweater. "Oh my gosh, what is that?" Chrissy, her big blue doe eyes, glancing at the thick red duotang folder that held around 300 sheets of 11 x 14.5" dot matrix printer paper that YN was struggling to keep balanced in her arms.

The troubleshooting wasn't going well. The code YN found out was for an attendance program that the school was looking to start using next semester. The club had already attempted to compile the program twice, but it was still "farting out errors," as Dustin so eloquently called it. 

Her lunch tray balanced on top of the duotang folder containing the revised code just printed on Monday. YN had been pouring over it all week, notes and comments were marked in red throughout the document, but she had isolated the critical issues to just two pages – she hoped. It just needed fresh eyes on the problem. 

"More code." YN smiled at her new friend. Chrissy was the opposite of who pop culture told YN she should have been; 'too sweet for this world’ was an understatement. "I need to talk to someone from the club today. I'll catch you in math this afternoon."

"Okay." Chrissy nodded with a kind smile before walking away. 

YN adjusted her grip on her lunch tray and the almost whole ream of paper, her palms were sweaty, and her heart fluttered in her chest as she eyed the Hellfire club sitting at a table towards the back of the cafeteria. All YN knew of Hellfire Club was that It met on Fridays after school, signified by the self-made shirts they all wore for their game day. Today she needed to talk with Dustin about these new printouts, and lunch would be the only time to catch him.

YN had only been at Hawkins High for two weeks, yet, a monstrous crush with a will of its own had taken hold of YN. Leader of Hellfire Club. Super Senior. Alleged drug dealer. Eddie Fucking Munson had been slowly destroying any shred of dignity YN could pull together when they were in the same room. 

He is just a boy, no big deal. He probably won't notice if you sit down. YN let out a heavy sigh as she watched her mantras crumble around her like glass as in typical Eddie fashion; he abruptly got up from his seat for today's performance.

 "Are you warriors; destined for greatness?" He growls akin to the dramatized voiceover from a movie trailer and firmly plants a foot on top of the chair he just evacuated. Mimicking a stoic stance right out of a fantasy movie. "Or itty bitty goddamn children who cower at the first ass-kicking they get." He taunted, shaking his hair like it was a paid actor in the Eddie show, added in for dramatic effect.

"You said it was going to be a sadistic campaign, but Jesus, man, the last session was brutal." Dustin chimed in.

Eddie sat back down, resting his elbows on the table, glowering at the group, practically daring them to back out of tonight’s session. YN overheard Eddie mentioning ‘D&D’ at his locker one day. She only assumed that was the current topic of their conversation.

He's calmed down, kind of; I'm not going to find a better time. With a feeble attempt to shake off the nerves, YN quickly walked over to grab the empty seat to Dustin’s left before her courage ran out.

"Hey, what's up, YN?" Dustin mumbled through a forkful of today's special: mac 'n cheese. 

"I took a look at Monday's printouts," Yn dropped the heavy red duotang folder on the table for added effect, avoiding all eye contact with the head of the table," and I'm going to murder Josh." She quickly sat down in a huff. The nerves left her body only to leave behind the seething rage she had been feeling before catching sight of Eddie as she entered the cafeteria.

Dustin drew a sharp breath with a grimace, "Still bad, huh?"

"Brutal, the formatting looks like he did a faceplant on a keyboard and was like, 'Yup! Looks good.' " YN opened the book and leafed through some of the pages to point out some mistakes to Dustin. 

YN's shifted away and directed attention to the mac n' cheese in front of her before anyone could talk to her. Eddie's silence was deafening.

"That's a lot of red," Dustin closed the book in mock disgust.

"I think I narrowed the problem to two pages. Think you can take a look this weekend?"

"If the great and powerful resident yellow rubber duck couldn't figure this out, what makes you think–"

"Hold on." Eddie chimed in, bemused. "Did you just call her a great and powerful yellow rubber duck?" YN's eyes looked up in the direction of the question, a warmth spreading across her chest as her eyes met Eddie's, who was still smiling, filled with amusement.

"Uh, yeah." Dustin laughed. "Turns out YN is amazing at finding problems in code."

"I'm still not making the connection, Henderson." Eddie leaned back as he slipped a pretzel into his mouth, carefully eyeing the silent YN and Dustin.

"It's a programmer trick; if you get stuck working on a code problem, you get a rubber duck and explain to it the problem you're trying to solve. Nine times out of 10, it helps sort out the programmer's thoughts enough for them to figure it out." Dustin shoved another forkful of mac n' cheese into his mouth to stop himself from talking.

Eddie laughed as he leaned back in, looking directly at YN this time. "So, to be clear, your Henderson's rubber duck?"

YN tried to hide the small nervous smile as she looked up at Eddie from her food. "If it helps you to understand. Sure, I'm the duckie for the computer science club."

Eddie chuckled as he looked down at his watch, a broad, mischievous smile on his face. "Well, gentlemen. I have somewhere to be. I will see you at Hellfire tonight." He got up from his chair, walking directly over to YN. She could feel his eyes on her before he placed his hand on her right shoulder and squatted down beside the chair, making himself eye level with her on her left side. All she could focus on was his hand and arm laying across her shoulders and how close his face was to hers. Breathing? Totally optional.

 "And you are welcome to sit with us at lunch anytime. Duckie." With the last word, Eddie bobbed his head closer to YN's as he teased, as if for emphasis, before letting go. Bouncing up from his squat beside YN, Eddie walked away, shoving the army green metal lunch box under his arm as he dug into his pockets for his pack of smokes and lighter on his way out the side door of the cafeteria that led to the sports field.

With the other guys starting up the conversation between themselves again, Dustin leaned over. "You walked directly into that, Duckie ." 

Dropping her fork onto her lunch tray YN buried her face in her palms. "He’s not going to let that go any time soon, will he?" 

With the last large mouth full of his mac 'n cheese Dustin mumbled, "Nope."

References

1. Wikimedia Foundation. (2021, October 28). The C++ programming language. Wikipedia. Retrieved August 3, 2022, from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_C%2B%2B_Programming_Language

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