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A Way to Die: Desire
Characters: Yoonjae, Finn, Acacia, Haru (Mention)
Yoonjae had always admired Finn.
It’s no secret, either. Many Employees that had seen the two nearby each other will notice that they would unabashedly gaze at the man.
It’s a feeling that they themself are unsure of. But such a feeling itself captivated them. They had always been sure of themself, knowing their own emotions and what to act out… yet, upon gazing at the man, they became unsure.
The blooming feeling in their chest. They thought it might’ve been a sickness at first, but it’s rare for Employees to get sick… Though they were interested in these feelings, it did bother them whenever their mind could only think about him.
Yes… he is most likely the “strongest”, right? He stood out from the rest of the crowd, despite his lackluster reactions. The Paradise Lost EGO simply made him more shining.
Surely, they aren’t the only one who may view him like this.
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Yoonjae had always wondered what it would be like if he killed them.
A gruesome murder, a body mangled beyond comprehension… or a swift death, a corpse appearing asleep?
It’s an odd thought, even for them. They don’t think much about what happens to them during death, yet… by the hands of him…
Hm. Would you call this being lonely?
In the past, thanks to him being the Captain of lower Central Command, they pretty much were able to see him whenever they wanted. It’s not like they had many work orders in the first place.
Even if those talks were meaningless, they always felt better whenever they could be with him.
…With him.
Now that he was Architecture's Captain, that distance made it difficult for him to visit. That was fine! They knew that he would take an effort to at least keep the few connections he had. Despite his mostly cold exterior, he did seem to care enough.
They weren’t even angry when Acacia became the new CC’s Team 2 Captain! After all, Acacia is their most trusted ally. Out of everyone, they would never lie to them.
And so, whenever he ends up visiting, they make sure to go out of their way to talk as much as they can with them. After all, who knows what might happen! They know he’s strong enough to handle himself, but they do get worried sometimes!
Sure, they seem to get weird looks from other Employees when they get to him, but those opinions don’t matter.
All that mattered was that he would never judge them by their words.
Still, though. They do sometimes wish that he stayed behind.
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Yoonjae has always wanted to be closer.
Over time, they did notice that he visited Central Command less and less. They did not mind initially, as it’s most likely his responsibilities keeping him away. Such is the life of a Captain, one that’s in the lower layer no less.
They do start missing seeing him, and talking to him… The only times they’re able to see him is during an Abnormality or Ordeal suppression, which isn’t ideal due to needing to focus on fighting rather than talking.
However, even in the downtime afterwards, he would always walk away before they could get a word in.
Soon… they realize the true reason for his lack of interactions towards them.
It wasn’t him being a responsible Employee. It was because of the other strongest… Welfare’s Captain… the Twilight user…
Haru.
It was by chance that they saw the two talking. Even though his face remained unchanging, they could see that, with the slightest of hints… he seemed more… bright? Joyful?
A type of look on his face that had never been aimed at them.
They understood that. The two strongest Employees, they’re quite similar. So it’s natural they might become good friends. The Welfare Department is technically closer compared to Central Command.
At the same time… The idea of someone else becoming closer to him, someone else being the first to peel back off the layers before them?
The thought might just make them weep.
The fault wasn’t completely in Haru… the one who has changed… was him.
Ah. They see it now.
Back then, they might’ve just nodded and moved on. But they were too invested.
They’ll have to take things more directly.
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“Yoonjae… What are you doing to Finn?”
“By, what do you mean?”
“It’s just… something strange has been going on. And you’ve been talking a lot about him.”
“Oh, are you accusing me of something? I didn’t do anything to him, if that's what you’re asking.”
“…”
“Hm, what’s with that expression? Do you think I’m lying to you? C’mon Acacia, would I ever lie to you?”
“Yes. You would.”
“…”
“…”
“…I see.
I’m truthful. I did no harm to him. It’s not like I can kill him…”
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Yoonjae always dislikes those prying eyes.
They couldn’t stand it.
Both her and them. Their trusted ally, and the one who could rival him…
They both won’t understand them.
Him, however. They knew he could be there for them. As he always had.
Yes… this is what they want for him.
It will surely show them.
…
All they needed to do was sneak into the Safety Department and get supplies.
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Yoonjae had always wanted Finn to have a piece of them.
At first, they did consider giving Finn their flesh… But they recall the time when Acacia mentioned that he didn’t particularly like the taste of human meat, so Yoonjae decided to go with something else.
Something… that’s maybe even more intimate than the taste of their own flesh.
Aren’t they so considerate?
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Acacia could only look at Finn’s arm in horror. The man looked down at said arm as well, only looking mildly disgruntled.
“What the actual hell, dude… Forcibly replacing your arm with their own…”
“It’s… fine. Don’t worry-“
Acacia grabbed him by the shoulders, “IT’S NOT FINE. You can’t just let this slide.”
Finn was somewhat surprised at them raising their voice. “What am I supposed to do, then?”
They stare long into his eye. “…Do you really not see what’s wrong with this?”
He didn’t respond.
Acacia sighs and lets him go. “Okay. I’ll see what I can do in your stead.” They said, promptly walking away.
Finn had a bad feeling about those departing words, and decides to follow.
Aka, things go downhill from here. But that’s a story for another day.
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i'm outlining future chapters for my taimizu fic and it seems that a wild plot has appeared lmao ??? 😭
like this was meant to be a slowburn character-driven romance with character explorations and a shitload of healing-from-trauma™ and literally like nothing else. but Oops! Looks Like Something Else is Cooking!
#it happened cuz i was trying to find a way to slot akemi into the picture#this fic may thus turn out longer than expected... whoops!#a new ember taimizu fic#on writing.log#shut up haydar
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writing log 01/26/22
note: oh my goodness, i hate practical ortho. i spent three hours trying to get a labial arch right and have nothing to show for it bc it sucks. but at least i did lots of oms. technically it’s already the 27th but shh let’s not tell anyone.
sprints finished today: 5
words written: 949
projects worked on: 60/40 Sir wip/Overhaul piss pwp. the Sir wip is at 2.8k now, but it’s basically mince meat - i need to take out a lot and then string together the scenes, and the smut part is barely covered as is... the OH pwp only needs a proper beginning and some patches, then it’s good to go. if i’m lucky i can post it tomorrow, but don’t take my word at face value or however you say that lol
time i’m posting this: 01:40 (am)
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An Impulsive Thought
Characters: Tom, Bong-Bong
Bong-Bong wanted to ask Tom about cannibalism. So she goes to.
“Do you actually like eating people? What do humans taste like?” Bong-Bong asked.
She had found Tom lounging in the Main Room of Disciplinary. It was a self-study day, so the other Disciplinary members were nowhere to be found.
“Damn, at least have some tact when bringing that up.” Tom huffed, scratching the back of his head. Is this the only topic that people seem to think of when talking to him?
Bong-Bong tilted her head, “I had the impulse to try to eat one of the corpses, but the texture of the skin was too off-putting, so I couldn’t.” She admitted.
He looked at her dumbfounded. “…To be honest, I didn’t think you’d be the type to actually try to.”
Back then, Bong-Bong was much more of a nervous wreck. After her encounter with the Mountain of Smiling Bodies, she was utterly terrified of Abnormalities for a while. It was soon discovered that her mental corruption was above threshold, so she was gone for a while.
And when she came back… A slight personality shift was an understatement.
Tom glanced at the ribbons on Bong-Bong’s clothes and body. Maybe her current EGO may have to do with it.
“But for the record, I haven’t actually eaten anyone. Yet, anyway.” He stated. He was only slightly annoyed by people already believing that as fact.
She looked at him quizzically. “I’ve heard that Clerks saw you looming over corpses, taking out their insides and eating them up…”
Tom sighed. “… I… guess I was sorta doing that, except for the eating part,” he said, “I need organs for entirely different reasons.”
He lifted up his shirt, to reveal that his skin and flesh on his abdomen was gone, with the bottom of his rib cage can be slightly seen, and his spine being exposed. There, Bong-Bong saw that some of his organs were graying out and decaying.
He quickly pulls back down his shirt, feeling a bit embarrassed that she barely reacted.
“I just need sorta-fresh insides when I feel like my current ones stop working.” Tom explained.
“Harvesting organs…” Bong-Bong muttered, thinking to herself. “I thought you were maybe a District 23 person, so you weren’t ashamed.”
“Is that how people perceive me…” Tom groaned, leaning his head back. Here he thought doing the organ harvesting more discreetly would’ve been better, but it just made him look more ominous.
“Is that why there were rumors about your endless stomach?” She questioned.
“Rumors? I guess so...” He replied. He didn’t even know there were other rumors…!
“Well… would you still try eating a human?” She asked.
He raises an eyebrow. “I mean… sure. I don’t think I can eat a corpse raw, but if you told me a meat pie had human remains after the fact… then I probably won’t care.” He mused.
“Okay. I’m going to see if I can find a dead body.” She said, standing up.
“…You seem rather insistent on eating someone, huh?”
“Mhm.” She simply nodded.
“Is there a particular reason, or…? Because I thought there’d at least be some hesitancy.” Tom questioned. He generally got the mood from the atmosphere that cannibalism is at least discouraged…
“Mmmh…” Bong-Bong only pondered for a moment, “I just feel like it. And I want to do it as soon as possible.”
And with that, Bong-Bong takes her leave. Tom scratched the back of his neck as he watched her disappear from view.
It’s not like he’s gonna stop her. Though, he is slightly worried about how people might treat her in the future…
It’s… mostly likely fine. Hopefully.
He will admit. His own urges do become painful at points, but he’d rather not act on it for now.
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Author note time
This came to be thanks to insomnia, and using a wheel spinner to give me an OC interaction to write about. So if you see more oddball combos, this is why.
Sorry if the grammar is bad, I don’t feel like completing proofreading :’)
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Hi! I uh. Finished a fic of Reinhardt getting sent to Friend Corp! I’ve never used AO3 and my writing style and still a bit all over, but I’m trying!
Link here!
@friendcorp
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Pre-L Corp: Mahason
Most of his memories begin during the Smoke War.
I mean… he does recall that beforehand, he was attending school. Even during that seemingly peaceful time, he was told about the ongoing war. It’s not often Wings fight each other. And given that the school was directly in K Corp, it’s natural that news is constantly circulating.
He knew that many of his classmates were volunteering. They didn’t seem to be happy about it, he observed. Mahason, too, was drafted. Mostly because of his family’s persistence to be honest, and so he didn’t have much of a choice. Something about moving to the Nest.
The boy didn’t know what to think. Was this the best he could do with his life…? Perhaps so, as a Backstreets kid doesn't have much going for him.
There’s an unsettling feeling there, the thoughts about the outcome- if he manages to survive, he did good, right? If not, then he’ll just die, and that’s that. Frankly, at this point, it may seem best to use his life in this way.
He doesn’t see any other option, given the limitations at this age. It was more ideal to think of it as more of a sacrifice than something less. Just as he was told and taught.
“I will do my best in order to die as soon as possible, like falling cherry petals.”
The boy doesn’t remember much after that. Training here. Lessons there. What he remembers more was when he was helping with the daily affairs, such as the barracks and dining halls for the young soldiers. He watched as other groups dranked, yelled, sang, wrote wills… Even though these “volunteers'' were said to be ready to sacrifice themselves… I suppose this is what they really felt in their final nights before death.
Deep down, Mahason already knew that. The painful, unresolved ambiguities of their tragically brief lives.
The rubbery flesh of the pink and white petals really does look and feel like human skin. And like snow, they rapidly cover the ground in a layer of red.
He looked up at the sky. Like many others, the only things he saw were the high rise buildings and smoke.
Unlike his expectations, he survived for a few days. Granted, he didn’t see much troops from his , so it’s most likely that they assumed he died in some horrific fashion.
During that blur of blood and bodies, Mahason went to the edge of conflict to catch his breath. He hears quick footsteps, heading out of the District. Realizing the oddity, he turns a corner and sees someone with a rifle exiting from the battle. Their hand only loosely holds the firearm, which may mean they're out of ammunition.
Stepping out and approaching them, they must’ve heard him, in which even though their pace threatened to quicken, they suddenly paused and swerved around to face Mahason, rifle drawn. The boy paused upon seeing the rifle now being pointed at him. Though, he makes no effort to draw his sword in front of him, leaving it at his side.
There was a moment of standstill, neither side breathing or moving. Watching what the other may do. Mahason examined them closely, recognizing that the clothes they were wearing was that of an opposing force fighting in the war. Though, no one else with that uniform was around this area. They also had a full-face gas mask, so he couldn’t tell their expression.
But if he looked closed enough, he could see the rifle shaking ever so slightly.
“…Are you… deserting?” The boy muttered.
He sees the slightest of movement.
“What of it?” They quietly said.
Mahason’s hold on his sword somewhat loosened. ‘If this is how I die… then I have no regrets.’ The boy looked off to the side, seeing the person harden their grip on their rifle from his peripheral vision. After a moment, he fully turns around.
“There might be others nearby.” He simply said.
He starts walking back towards the action, watching the smoke billowing from the distance. He hears a footstep, then another. Those footsteps quickening in pace, fading away.
When Mahason looked back, no one was there.
It was not long after that he thought, "I shall plunge into the enemy and fall like petals.”
There was a particularly troublesome outpost. A captain was in it, and would be helpful if it was destroyed. The memories of what exactly happened here are blurry. What he does remember was when his sword was knocked away, with a soldier in a headlock, he pulled out a grenade and pulled the pin.
Suddenly, his vision swayed, a high-pitch ringing filling his ears. Immense pain flooded his head- no, his entire body. But in another instance, he finds himself in an inner world filled with airplanes, flowers, friends, and dreams.
In another moment, Mahason finds himself on a hospital bed. Sitting up was slightly painful, but he was able to see that he’s in some room. Not long after, a doctor comes in, shocked to see him.
When Mahason tried to speak, he felt his throat strained, having difficulty in finding his voice. Coughing a bit, when his voice does come to him, it’s low and hoarse. Quietly asking what happened, the doctor said someone dropped him off, even paying for everything. Mahason found it strange, even though he had never heard of their name, and had expected to die.
The main after effect was scars and his damaged vocal cords. Once he no longer feels pain from moving, he’s free to leave. Despite the strange situation he has found himself in, he accepted it, since he literally can’t do anything else. And thus, much time passes. After sufficiently recovering, the staff returned his gear, as apparently the person had also managed to restore what he thought was definitely destroyed.
Leaving the building, Mahason wasn’t really sure if he should even return back to District 11. Considering it’s most likely that his family thinks he’s dead. Mulling over what to do, that’s when I decided to make myself known at last.
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👁_👁 was sys "enjoyed your little detective game?" referencing angelas "so, did you enjoy your little detective game?"
either way ill be thinking about sy and angelas similarities forever now 👍
“The end shall justify the means.” That’s what he told me once, and again at a different time. At first, I thought it was just a company thing. There wasn’t enough to fully justify what’s been going on. However, at that time, when he started saying that… I think he lost himself.
He wasn’t like this before, though I suppose working in this hell hole changes people. Still, the drastic change was unexpected.
But I can’t do much except keep being by his side, wherever he’s leading us.
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Solemn Lament
But the disease of feeling germed,
And primal rightness took the tinct of wrong:
Ere nescience shall be reaffirmed
How long, how long?
With no one able to temper with his memories, Reinhardt’s forgotten past decided to resurface. Literally.
@friendcorp-ish fic, in which Reinhardt gets confronted.
Link:
#art.png#friend corp#agent.reinhardt#0. an arbiter#writing.logs#thinking of arbiter dialogue is hard :’D
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“The Flesh Pit”
What is the flesh pit that Tom seemingly came from?
Tom was an explorer of what was known as the “flesh pit”. Most records of what this flesh pit is or was has long since been covered up or erased.
According to Tom, there was a city deep underground. The exact size is undetermined, since he didn’t explore the entire premises, but is assumed to be large. Somewhere in the city was a laboratory, where human experimentation were taking place. To find out some sort of cure for people’s unhappiness. Nothing was bearing fruit, so over time, the experiments turned more and more unethical. Until one day…
One of the subjects started melting, their form turning mush-like. That was to be expected. However, unexpectedly, the subject flung themselves onto a scientist. Due to their melting form easily no longer being bound to the restraints. The scientist started melting in the subject’s touch, slowly merging with their being. No one else moved to help, but when the other scientists do start moving, it was to exterminate the organism. An explosive bullet was shot at it, in which the organism exploded, the mushes of parts spread around the room. It was still for a moment.
But the organism did not die. Parts of it flung themselves to attach to the other scientists’ faces, to quickly remove their ability to function. Other parts escaped through the vents and the like, ambushing unsuspecting staff. It quickly became out of control, as many amalgamations of organisms were created from the laboratory. When everyone there was converted, all the merged bodies combined into one, singular flesh mass. It quickly destroyed and escaped the confines of the laboratory.
No one new how to kill off this flesh mass. So over time, it melted and merged with more and more people. But at some point, the weight of the dozens of flesh became too troublesome to move in one singular organism. And so, it stretched itself… covering the outer walls, floors, streets, anything it can touch.
And so, the ”flesh pit” was created. A once thriving city, now covered in flesh. The many eyes watching over whoever dares to explore into this moist, humid, and overall vile location. That is, if you don’t become digested immediately.
That’s where Tom enters. He was part of an exploration team. Not by choice, because he was in debt, and needed a way to pay it off. He was very aware of the dangers of the flesh pit. Hell, he can tell at first glance because of the casual horrific consequences mentioned, as well as the armored suit just required for traversing. Nevertheless, he made sure to keep a calm mind. He’s from the Backstreets of the City, so it should be fine. He’s experience some of the worst situations, so it should be fine. Right?
Well… The exploration started. The task was simple enough: get any minerals that you find. It didn’t require going into the deeper depths of the flesh pit, so he didn’t have much to fear about the mission. Right?
That’s what should’ve happened. But an organism, the shape of a large, disgusting cockroach, suddenly emerged from a flesh sack. There was a few security members, since there’s only so many weapons (and not everyone is a fighter), in which Tom expected them to get rid of it quickly. But what he did not expect is when one of the other explorers, a much more meek one who was easily startled, stumbled backwards. Directly into him. He was distracted by looking around, to see if there was more organisms that would emerge, so when he got bumped into, he lost his footing.
Stumbling back, finding that there was no other landing. Falling into the depths of the flesh pit. Never to be seen again.
At least, that’s just what it says on the company’s reports. Somehow, Tom was alive. When I found him, though… he was missing the lower half of his body. Using this opportunity, I fixed him up. I did what I can, but there were some… side effects, that came from being partially devoured and digested by the flesh pit. It’s much more better than the ending where he just dies, when he fought so hard to live, right?
#facility x-535#agent.tom#writing.logs#writing note:#inspired by the ‘mystery flesh pit national park’#was gonna make him just an engineer of said story#similiar to how neville is based on the russian sleep experiemtn#but I decided to do somethin slightly different
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Pre-L Corp: Velasquez
There can only be one.
I don’t have the in-depth details, but the outline is:
There is an human experiment lab (again), but mostly poses as an hospital. The original “Velasquez” was one such victim. He was forced to stay at the “hospital” and wasn’t allowed to leave, on the premise that he was too sickly/generally having something very wrong with him
(Which was a complete lie.)
During that time, he had his limbs removed. And because of that, he would be trapped there. Forever. Why did the “staff” need the limbs? They were trying to figure out a way to clone someone. So using those limbs, 4 copies of him were created. Those 4 were ignorant as to the origin of their creation.
Until the Velasquez comes across the secrets or something of the place, and decides to destroy it. Killing almost everyone he comes across, as they all most likely aren’t good people. Even the other copies, since he deems that nothing good would’ve come out of it. When he came across the original, he felt… a large sense of existential dread mixed with sympathy and realization. But by the end, he knew that the original would no longer be needed… it’d be almost impossible to help him now.
So, he did the only thing he could think of. Cut whatever is keeping him alive, and give him the eternal rest he deserved. And as an “offering” or something, Velasquez cut off his right arm, the arm he grew from, and gave it back to the original.
Velasquez would later be in some alley bleeding out, and Director Sy stumbling upon him.
He was given the name “Velasquez”.
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“A Thought Over Coffee”
I wrote this instead of analyzing an old text about the creation of the world.
A short Reinhardt and Haru interaction during LoR.
the door slowly creaked open, as it was pushed open, revealing a purple-haired man who was shadowed by the door. stepping through and closing the door, he looked over at the large window that had blue light pouring out. floating cars were abmist the cyan swirls of 'water'. walking across the main room, he sat himself in front of the counter, right next to the large window, at the view edge. at the other end of the counter, shrouded in darkness from being further from the window that provided the only light, was a green-haired girl pouring a cup of coffee.
it was silent for a while. the only noise being the quiet shuffling of movement and the sound of coffee pouring. there was a pause, then the girl walked over to the end of the counter, entering into the light with two cups of coffee in her hands. she places one in front of the man, then takes a sip a her's. "...thank you." he simply says.
the man takes a drink of his'. it was like this for a while. the two quietly enjoy a drink together, basking in each other's company. they both had their own teams to deal with and kept everyone in check, being the designated 'captains', so this was a well-needed break. even if they don't know each other that well, it wouldn't hurt to lend a helping hand to the other.
"may i ask, where have the others gone?” the man asked. the girl puts her cup on the counter, tapping it thoughtfully.
"they went up to the floor of philosophy. the assistant librarians of that floor dragged 'em away, saying they wanted to return a favor for the coffee. since they come down here once and a while." she answered.
he nods. "i see. i'm assuming you didn't join because of...?" he trails off, knowing that the history between her and that team can be... murky.
"mhm." she hums, confirming his thought.
silence looms over the two once more. the man looking out the window in deep thought, while the girl looks down at her drink in contemplation.
"i've heard... that you used to be an arbiter, right?" she finally says.
he looks back over to her, whom was still staring down at her cup. he slowly nods, "indeed, i was. do you have any thoughts about it?"
she shrugged. "kinda. like anyone else, i'm curious about what goes on in the mind of the head. but uh, from what i heard... you have a similar case to lady binah where your mind scrambling made you unable to remember?"
"yeah. i still have... trouble remembering what the city was exactly like. but enough to know other various secrets. just not the head itself." he states.
she nods. "okay. okay."
"...okay?" he repeats.
"... do you... how come you care a lot about us? wouldn't you have been more distant and observant like...?" she asks, slightly tilting her head.
"that is a curious thought, huh? i guess that... not remembering my role of looking down upon everyone else gave me a chance to act alongside you all. and with it... i suppose i developed empathy that way. or relearn it." he says. "i'm no longer the arbiter, nor do i plan to position myself back into that role. but i can't deny that i was him, so... i feel as though... i owe it to you all. being a former figure who did nothing but watch you all suffer."
she smiles a bit. "that's... a bit heartwarming to hear. i'm happy that you're so willing to be honest with us."
"i try, as best as i can anyway. there are still some things i prefer to keep to myself, but i assure you, it's nothing too terrible. in any other case, i'll be willing to express my thoughts on anything you come to me for."
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Freaky Friday script, bc my iPad decided to go kaput
Sobin: BLINK MOTHERFUCKER!
Rein: Oh… I seemed to have gotten my answer.
Rein: Excuse me, I must intrude about now.
Sobin: There you are Ryn!! Now, can you tell me why Mei is acting off?
Rein: …I have an idea. Have you looked at a mirror as of recently?
Sobin: What, no? Why would I?
Rein: Ah, it’s just… it seems like an interesting situation has occurred, and I only wanted to confirm that this isn’t a dream.
Sobin: Why dafuq are you speaking so flowery? You aren’t Reinhardt…
Rein: …That’s the issue. Are you perchance… Sobin?
Sobin: Duh? Why wouldn’t I be- hey wait, this isn’t my Hornet EGO…
Rein: Now… Mei… I would like to ask, are you Sanchez, Mahason or Gom?
Mahason: …Mahason.
Sobin: WHAT?! Why didn’t you just say that?!
Mahason: …
Rein: Well, you see. Mahason here isn’t much of a speaker. Of course, the similarity applies to Sanchez and Gom, but Mahason is a bit more… focused, at least as far as I can tell with his expression. But I just wanted to make sure.
Sobin: You could’ve just said I was being dumb.
Rein: Ah, I don’t think that’s necessary…
Sobin: …Wait a second…waitwaitwait- did I have Summer’s left eye open this whole time?!
Rein: …Indeed.
Mahason: …
Sobin: …You two. You better not speak a word about this, or I’ll cave both of your skulls in.
Rein: I wasn’t planning to. It’s not my place to question people’s personal lives.
*Mahason does that motion where you zip up your mouth and throw away the imaginary key.*
Rein: See? That wasn’t too hard. Maybe next time, should something like this occur, you could use less threats.
Rein: In any case, I would like to request something for you two. It’s clear that our minds are currently inhabiting another’s body. Now, my thought is… Are perhaps the original host of these bodies in our bodies now? Such as Ryn being in mine, and Mei is in Mahason’s?
Rein: I would like to check on the others, so if you could, secure your original bodies. If it turns out everyone is randomized, then… that'll be a big problem.
Mahason: Understood.
Sobin: Okay but- hey, wait, Mahason! Wait for me!!
Rein: Heh.
*Reinhardt walks to Information.*
Rein: Hello, I’m just-
*Scene of Juliet and Ramirez fighting.*
Swapped: Johnson -> Asuka, Juliet-> Ramirez, Ramirez -> Juliet
Johnson: Oh, Ryn. Your vibes seems off, did you get body swapped too?
Rein: Ah, indeed… Reinhardt here.
Johnson: Oof man. Well anyway, could you help us out here? Juliet is beating up Ramirez ‘cuz he thinks they caused this, and won’t listen to us~
Rein: Of course.
*Reinhardt goes over and picks up both of them by the scruff.*
Rein: Now now, you two. It’s better if we use our words than our fists. You wouldn’t want to damage your bodies, now would we?
Juliet: Wh- Ryn?!
Rein: Reinhardt here. Seems like everyone has been body swapped. So please, let’s pause any quarrels until we can get this sorted out.
Juliet: Oh- Oh, okay.
*Reinhardt sets them down, Juliet being confused and Ramirez patting themself.*
Ramirez: Phew! Thanks for the save, Sir Reinhardt!
Rein: Mhm. Juliet, you’ve must’ve passed by Mason and Asera. What is their status?
Juliet: What? Oh- uh, Asera seemed to be fine, while Mason looked more nervous.
Rein: Hm. That’s strange, in regards to Asera… I’ll keep that in mind. At least, it seems like our bodies were simply swapped and not randomized, as evident by Juliet and Ramirez here.
Ramirez: Oooooo, you think we’re gonna be stuck like this?
Rein: Highly unlikely. The Director, once he notices, will probably do something. But given that today is a self-study day… he’s unlikely to pay attention currently.
Juliet: That’s frustrating…
Rein: Indeed. Now, if you excuse me. I’m checking up on everyone else. Could I entrust you all to check on the Control Team and report to me?
Johnson: Yep~ I’ll try my best to make sure these two won’t fight~
Juliet: H-Hey…!
Rein: Thank you for the assistance.
*He goes down the elevator into Central Command.*
Swapped: Acacia -> Yoonjae, Micaela -> Neville, Neville -> Micaela
Rein: Helloo, Central Command teams…?
Acacia: We’re here~ At least for the most part. Seeing how you came down here…
Rein: The body swaps going on? It seems to apply to the entire facility.
Acacia: Mhm. I did see what presumably was Mei and Summer rushing through here towards Welfare.
Neville: Augh… Feels weird to not be tired.
Micaela: Eheh… and it’s strange to feel this tired.
Micaela: Though, I didn’t know you had this many scars-
Neville: Shhhshsh. While you may feel them, you’ll certainly be disgusted by the sight of them.
Micaela: O-Oh? Sorry, I was just…
Neville: Just think of it as a heads up. Keep a steady mood.
Rein: (Huh. I guess we’re similar in that prospect.)
Acacia: Hm~ Reinhardt, you have somewhere to be, yeah? You should get going, I’ll take care of things here.
Rein: Yes, but… I didn’t mention that I was Reinhardt…?
Acacia: I took a guess.
Rein: I see, supposedly… Excuse me then.
*Reinhardt enters into Welfare.*
I was gonna have more, but iPad going unresponsive killed my motivation .<.
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“Gazing”
The pale eye sucks to deal with.
Character: Sanchez
as you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back. not unlike the insanity or the pained expressions of those around you, the unsightly sight was deeply unsettling than what you're used to. a new experience, perhaps? but not the kind you'd like, no. maybe this is how the heretic feels. looking at and having to make sense of what's before you- while everything feels so slow yet fast, as it gazes deep into your soul- the very culmination of your being. unable to tell who you are in the first place, you don't know how it would think of you. would it judge you? would it have sympathy? you doubt the latter, as most beings that are here have the first reaction of "kill".
you're just gonna die here, aren't you?
you could barely feel it. the pounding pain in your chest, as your soul threatens to break free from your fleshy prison. you never had this feeling before- the realization that you're just gonna be gone, and you won't know what's gonna happen afterward.
was this like the stories you heard of? the hero sacrifices themselves for the greater good, yet won't ever see what their sacrifice led to?
ah. but you're no hero. you never were, and never wanted to be.
it's just a pain. how tiresome.
the orders were crystal clear- get out the hallway, away from the pale eye that's looking over the hallway. the causer of such pain. you ran. and then you ran. and then you realize that you're being slowed down by that eye. and then you realize, the blessing you got earlier made you more weak to pale damage. and then you realize, the manager is out of options to help you.
and then, you were gone.
“Sanchez is dead. It is unfortunate, however, please remind yourself that this place isn’t an ever controllable paradise.”
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“In the Name of Hate”
He, who ripped the ones above, down into the city.
Character(s): The Arbiter, The Director
the city glistened beautifully, as the people struggled and the stars reign. he eventually turned his head towards the approaching footsteps- seeing his claw coming towards him. it's unfortunate that he has to depart from viewing the city for now, as he had recently gotten a tip about something very impure being created. something related to that facility that caused garion's fall. he had suspected that the smoke being that caused thr war may have something to do with it as well, which had a connection to the recently formed lobotomy corp. sounds like there are things happening right beneath the head's nose, which won't do. that won't do at all.
the arbiter, beholder and claw enter into the district. looking around, he saw a suspicious man enter the backstreets. hm, were they being lured in? that won't matter too much, as he's aware of most singularities that could possibly affect him.
trailing after the man, they entered deeper and deeper into the backstreets, until he realized that... he wasn't in the backstreets. since when-
a ticking noise. he felt himself becoming weak, a painful, agonizing pain in his chest. he throws a hand up, but... nothing manifests. has his powers has been weakened...? his attention was drawn away from his useless hand to see the man raise his hand. and… oh. he sees what he had done. hah…
...
there was almost blood everywhere. from the walls, ceiling and floor, the thick red substance coated the area. and standing in the middle was the man. hands behind his back while he takes a careful look at his surroundings, as if he just happened to stumble onto the sight. however, who else could've taken down a part of the head? perhaps the red mist, but she's been missing for a long while now.
the man looked at the eye, then the claw, then finally on the arbiter. he could barely see the small smile that appeared on the man's lips as he made his way over to his mangled body. not like he can do much anyway. when he got in front of him, he kneeled down to get a closer look.
"it was only a matter of time someone else was able to drag you down here," the man says, "all i need to do now is rip you apart."
he grabs his hair, bringing his head up to eye level. "afterwards, i think i know a suitable use for you."
he chuckles, ”hah… is that so… you know, you reap what you sow…” as he starts losing consciousness, he can’t help but feel a bit curious as to what he’s going to observe.
...
"w-why is there an arbiter here?!" loki exclaims, alarmed by seeing the arbiter standing in the middle of the just-opened safety department.
turning around, he looks over at the fixer, "oh? is my presence that disturbing?" he says, his smile turning more malevolent, "shouldn't you be more wary of someone else?"
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Character relationships stuff
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Gom + Ryn
Gom considers Ryn to be her first human friend, and deems him precious to her. Gom got attached to him pretty quickly, as not only was he the first to be friendly, but also wasn’t rude or judgmental about her lack of communication/reading(?) skills. He taught her basic courtesies (like hand shaking and hand gestures) and Gom was grateful.
Ryn, in turn, finds Gom to be pleasant to be around. Despite Gom’s un-reactive nature, Ryn finds her to be quite the nice listener. He also admires Gom’s bravery towards the Abnormalities, having little to no reaction towards the beings beyond their comprehension.
While Gom and Ryn were separated by the Information and Safety Departments respectively, they actively visited each other quite a lot. For Gom, it’s because she wants to make sure Ryn is really okay. For Ryn, he believed that Hom could always use a helping hand.
They don’t interact as often as before, ever since Gom was moved to Extraction, but Ryn makes sure to give himself some time to get down there once in a while. Gom does find it somewhat strange that Ryn isn’t as bothered about Extraction compared to her other colleagues' reactions.
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Juliet + Ramirez
Juliet dislikes Ramirez’s antics, but he doesn’t hate them. He does have enough trust in them that they won’t screw up too badly, though wished Ramirez didn’t act so reckless to begin with.
Ramirez noticed that Juliet had the tendency to think of the worst and overworking, so Ramirez started to distract him doing what he does best- being a nuisance. Despite the countless lectures and various beat ups, Ramirez is glad to see that Juliet’s attention was pulled out of his dark thoughts.
Though, Ramirez is unsure if they want to explain their intentions to him. They’re aware that Juliet's opinion on them was less than favorable, so changing how he thinks of them might turn out bad or good.
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Samuel + Mei
One day, Mei came to Samuel with a bento box. Samuel asks what it was, with Mei replying to think of it like a lunchbox. She made extra food, and wanted him to have it. Samuel was thankful, but asked why she didn’t just give it to Tom, considering he had a bottomless stomach. She mentions that he kinda just inhales food then savors it, so she wanted to give it to someone who would really enjoy it. Having heard from Acacia that Samuel and Asuka would greatly enjoy some food. She chose Samuel, since Mei had already given plenty to Asuka, since they’re both right next to each other’s department.
Samuel thanks her again as Mei leaves. Looking down at the bento box, he thought to himself: “When was the last time I had something homemade for me?”
Later on, Mei would invite Samuel to the Safety Department’s part of the dorm. She wanted him to watch her cook, since she wanted to get to know him better. Samuel was hesitant at first, not wanting to take up both time and food just for himself. The Safety Team is like “nah”, so Samuel kinda had to accept it. Over time, as he continued to visit, Samuel and Mei would become good friends. As not only does Mei go out of her way to befriend Samuel (by way of food and quality time), but Samuel in turn gives her advice about his own personal experiences. Mei, knowing that Samuel is somewhat protective of his backstory, felt really warmed(?) by the thought of Samuel trusting her enough to include such information.
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Juliet + Asuka
While the two did work with each other in Information, Juliet kinda left Asuka be, since he observed that she prefers to be alone. Which was partially true- her upbringing did teach her to be cautious around new faces. Just that staying on guard all the time became tiring. Slowly, her icy facade melted from Juliet’s warmth (somewhat literally in the case of Crimson Scar’s ability).
Their relationship develops further during LoR, as Asuka felt comfortable enough to talk to Juliet about her thoughts and worries about Samuel.
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Haru + Finn
The two are kinda opposites, but at the same time fairly similar. Finn, who was betrayed, thus suppresses himself to push everyone away, yet still creates a following. Haru, who was disconnected from the masses, unable to prove her existence to those around her despite her efforts.
WhiteNight adores Finn, while hating Haru. When their sanity decreases, their EGO instincts take over, resulting in Finn becoming maniacal, as Haru becomes judgmental.
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Finn + Reinhardt + Haru
The Arbitrator, the Eye, and the Executioner
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Micaela/Neville + Yoonjae
Micaela and Neville first met Yoonjae during a day which had a Green Dusk. The three were ushered to the Control Department and were ordered to stay there until the Ordeal was cleared. The two were… unsettled by how Yoonjae was acting, who was speaking cryptically about the dangers in the future.
And so when Micaela and Neville were moved to Central Command Team 1 with Yoonjae and Parker, they weren’t thrilled to say the least.
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Ryn + Gustafsson
After reuniting with his old friends, Gustafsson started feeling really terrible over how he acted towards the Cycle #3 gang. He can’t recall any particularly good interaction with them. And so, he approached Ryn. Gustafsson asks him about how he had been acting, and what he might think the others think about him.
Ryn thought for a moment, then replied, “I just thought that you weren’t great with people in the first place. While you did mostly ignore us, yeah, you didn’t really do anything outright malicious. In fact, even though you don’t actively interact with us, you still took your part in suppressions. You could’ve left us to fend for ourselves, but you still supported us. I think you’re a good person.
As for the others… I think most are neutral towards you. Not much interaction means not many opinions.”
Gustafsson wasn’t sure what to think about this. He approached Ryn in the first place, since he knew Ryn was a social butterfly, but he would’ve thought there’d at least be some negative opinions.
‘Maybe he’s too nice to say it directly to your face.’
Shaking off the thought, Gustafsson thanks Ryn and leaves.
#facility x-535#I don’t remember my writing tag#writing.logs#whatever#the formatting became weird when I copypasted so sorry if it looks weird
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tried to write today....... did not go well.
#anyway i hate my writing now LMFAO im a FRAUD i should never write again im awful etc etc#goodnight#on writing.log#shut up haydar
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