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angrymongol01-archived · 3 years

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TITLE: “Scrunchie” (a Fem!Hinata oneshot, in 2 parts)

GENRE: fluff, humor, friendship?

WORDS: 939 words (Part 1)

SUMMARY: Hinata receives a gift—stashed inside her locker—from someone but she doesn’t know who?

A/N: Am reposting two of my shelved discontinued fem!Hinata fics from my old blog here (for exposure ig? Also I didn't delete them completely there, they're just posted privately lol); for those who've read the original post before and wondering why this blog repost another blog's work, supplies~!! OP here, filling this blog with some Haikyuu content from last October, starting with my very first fic. Enjoy ^^;; ALSO DO NOT SEND HATE ORZ smh

NOTE: Let’s assume that Hinata Shouyou is the only female member of the Karasuno High School Men’s Volleyball Club. Also let’s assume that you are the Hinata Shouyou, *side head tilts* ne?

My Masterlist

Morning practice done, and you and Shimizu-senpai and Yachi are heading to the girls’ locker room to change.

Cause i still have my dignity intact lmao

As if i’d let her change inside the club room together with a bunch of hungry wolves. Iirc

As you opened your locker, surprise~! You see a small baby blue packet tied with a blue ribbon, on top of your school uniform.

“Eh?” You got hold of the packet into your hands, eyeing curiously. “What’s this doing here inside my locker?”

“What’s the matter, Hina-chan?” Yachi asked.

You showed the small packet in front of them. “I found this on top of my school uniform. Dunno why it’s here~”

Deep thonking

“Maybe, a birthday gift?” Shimizu-senpai cocked her head on one side.

You rubbed the back of your neck and sweatdropped.

“That’s some very belated birthday gift, if it is, if you ask me…—“

Since you’ve turned sweet sixteen almost a month ago!!!

Yachi looked closely at the packet after you handed it to her so that you can change clothes.

“Hmm… doesn’t have a gift tag or something…”

Her curious expression changed that of alarm 🚨

#YachiPanicc

“W-WHAT IF THERE IS A BOMB INSIDE!?!! OR POISON!?! ((((；ﾟДﾟ)))))))”

Shimizu-senpai taps the blonde girl’s shoulder.

Panicc attacc stahps

Which prompted Yachi to accidentally throw the packet up in the air.

Luckily you caught it in time (after a quick change) before hitting the floor.

“Hitoka-chan, calm down. There’s no way that packet can harm all of us~ :)”

You examined the packet again, raising it under the light.

Kinda like x-ray vision lol

“At least, there’s something inside—“

Next, you shook it but gently, and you heard nothing.

The goddess intervened, a smile on her lips: “Hinata-chan, why don’t you open it?”

“B-but, idk if someone really gave it to me…?”

“Nah, don’t worry~” Was silent for a sec. “I can assure you that this packet really is for you.”

You glanced at Shimizu-senpai, a bit sus—

An Among Us ref (sorry I still couldn’t play the game) but still—

Many scenarios playing inside your head.

Wow Tsukki would be shocked if he knows you can also think with that single brain cell of yours

Hc’d Hina-chan calls Tsukishima ‘Tsukki’ also aside from Yams.

“Go on, Hina-chan! Open it, open it~” Stars forming in Yachi’s eyes lol

You smiled sheepishly. “If you two say so…”

You untied the ribbon and pried open the packet—

You gasped at the contents before fishing it out.

Like 👁👄👁

“Uwaaaa~ a cute hair scrunchie!” you exclaimed, showing off said scrunchie like a trophy.

A black hair scrunchie dotted with sunflowers and oranges, like your team’s black-and-orange jersey.

Even bigger stars have formed into Yachi’s eyes looks like she’d created an entire new galaxy wwwwww kidding.

Goddess Kiyoko beaming a little…

You tied your chest-length orange ginger-colored red whatever you fans called it lol—

You pulled your chest-length hair up in a ponytail and secured it with the scrunchie.

YAH LOOKED FAHBUHLOUS, DAHLING~ *chef’s kiss*

“Oi, dumbass, hurry up or we’ll be late for class!” Hollered another dumbass outside the locker room.

“H-hai, coming~!”

The two of you walking side by side from the gym towards the first years’ hallway to class.

Kageyama kept glancing at your direction. You noticed.

“What? Is there something on my face, Bakayama-kun?”

“Ha?” He stared ahead, scowling. “No, nothing.”

There’s his glancing again.

Annoyed, you stopped in your tracks and pouted at him.

An angry and pouting Hinata is cute af ngl—

“Can you stop looking at my face, Bakayama!? What’s wrong with you??? Mou~ (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾”

C-cute, the raven-haired setter thought, cheeks flushing.

Looking flabbergasted at his fellow teammate’s rant.

“O-oi, dumbass, calm down!” Kags said, his hand clamping your head.

“Then why are you staring at me??? Ow ow ow let go~!”

Still clamping, he lowered your head a bit and nodded at your new hair scrunchie.

“What’s that thing on your head? Who gave that to you??”

Oof jelly boyfie alert dejk—

You swatted Kageyama’s hand away from your head and adjusted said scrunchie “thing”.

“A hair scrunchie, idiot! I found it inside my locker earlier after morning practice.”

Mumbling, “Dunno who put it there though…”

Silence.

He slowly said, looking away from you, his cheeks a tinge of red.

“That looks… good on you, the colors suited your hair. It’s cute.”

You looked at him surprised, face a bit flustered too. “T-thanks…?”

Wow… Bakayama complimenting me? He said ‘cute’… to me? (*☻-☻*)

#TsundereKageyama imo lol fite me

An idea formed in your head.

Seriously Tsukki’ll be shocked. Really—

Brown eyes narrowing at him. “Maybe…”

“Maybe, what?” he demanded.

What this dumbass thinking—

“…did you sneak inside the girls’ locker room and place it inside my locker???” you feigned shock.

Which made poor Kags choke on his spit and full-blast tomato face mode.

He stuttered madly. “W-WHA… WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING, HINATA BOKE!?!!! I DID NOT—S-STOP SPILLING NONSENSE DAMMIT!!!”

“( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) hai hai~ I believe you now!” you grinned at the setter. “Sorry for pulling your leg hehe”

Tick marks forming on his forehead, mouth twitching…

“Why you little—“

First bell rang~

You walked towards your classroom’s door before turning at him.

“Hey, Kageyama-kun, I’ll see you at lunchtime, ne?” You beamed.

And winked ^_−☆ before heading inside.

Double kill

The poor boy was left alone, unmoved in his position.

That boke’ll be the death of me //////

DO NOT REPOST/EDIT WITHOUT PERMISSION. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME, KIDS. LIKES ESPECIALLY REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED. ALL WORKS (c) angrymongol01 - 2021.

#hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio #shimizu kiyoko #yachi hitoka #hinata genderbend #fem!hinata shoyo #female hinata shoyo #karasuno #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu crack #ish #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #kagehina #scrunchie #🐱saku.fic #🐱saku.rbs

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funnywiccan · 4 years

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Chapter Six: A complicate story - Le Joyau le plus preciux

Finally!! It’s been such a long time... A lot of things happened, and I was unable to finish this chapter properly. But at last here we are, hope you’ll enjoy :)

Link to the previous chapters:

Prologue: https://funnywiccan.tumblr.com/post/169363096019/prologue-le-joyau-le-plus-precieux

First chapter: https://funnywiccan.tumblr.com/post/171248331504/chapter-one-thief-in-the-night-le-joyau-le-plus

First part of the second chapter: https://funnywiccan.tumblr.com/post/173125792479/chapter-two-the-black-rabbit-le-joyau-le-plus

Second part of the second chapter (third chapter): https://funnywiccan.tumblr.com/post/175488888629/chapter-two-part-ii-the-black-rabbit-le-joyau

Fourth chapter: https://funnywiccan.tumblr.com/post/182990718414/chapter-four-family-le-joyau-le-plus-precieux

Fifth chapter: https://funnywiccan.tumblr.com/post/184256208749/chapter-five-the-encounter-le-joyau-le-plus

L: “There was a time when I was on the side of the law, too. I was an FBI agent, in the section for the recover of cultural heritage, and my brother was also my partner. We had arrested a lot of criminals together, and soon we became famous for our very correct policy: never killed someone. Our nicknames were “Lucky Luke”, precisely, and “Jolly Jumper”. They became like code names for us.”

L: One day we followed a clue about the illegal trade of a stock of rare paintings. Have you ever heard about the fire of the Flakturm Friedrichshain?

J: No, never.

L: It was the greatest artistic disaster of modern history. It happened in May 1945, right after the World War II. There were three towers defending the city of Berlin, made to stand any kind of attack. One of them was builtede in the district of Friedrichshain. The towers were used later as warehouses to protect from the shellfire objects, sculptures and paintings from the museums all around the capital and more others. Unexpectedly, in the Friedrichshain a fire burst out for five days and destroyed most of the artistic pieces. And here we come back to our story.

L: It seems that who attended to stop the flames never stated, if not in secreted documents as diaries and letters, that they kept for themselves about ten paintings. We’re talking of Caravaggio, Rubens, Goya: paintings that those men had sold underground in years. You can imagine how much those paintings worth: they are the few survivors of 417.

J: Let’s see... Usually the prices in the auctions are around some millions...

L: Oh no, here we talk about billions, Joe.

J: ... Damn!

L: Me and Jolly, against the opinion of our chief, accepted to take care of that case: the artworks would have been solded in great secret from an art dealer to a mysterious purchaser.

L: “One of the dealer’s man was very happy to blurt out everything after two or three glasses of whisky. When we discovered the place of the negotiation we organized a team, and in a few minutes of action the participants to it were in handcuffs.”

L: All went as planned and we recovered the paintings, but... Something strange happened: Jolly disappeared into thin air some hours later. I looked for him everywhere, for days; his cellular was dead. Then I’ve received a phonecall.

L: The boss of the art dealer hadn’t liked our intervention, so he had kidnapped my brother. He said that he wanted the paintings back, or else I would never see Jolly again. I told my boss about it, and you know what he answered?

J: Let me guess: “It’s not my problem”? I bet he repaired himself behind thousand of runarounds.

L: Then I took the initiative: I picked up the artworks from the depot and went where agreed with the kidnappers. In my naivety I believed that they would respect our deal, but they don’t. Rather, I got stuck by their boss. Maybe his name will sound familiar to you: Arthus Mason.

J: Wait: that Arthur Mason? The illegal dealer of artworks never arrested?

L: “Precisely. He said that he had noticed my talent and appreciate my method. And he proposed me a new deal: he would have freed my brother in exchange of some commission thefts, not to resell again the objects but for personal collecting. I had no choice; I resigned and I followed him here in Paris. I have to admit that he was a criminal but a gentleman.”

J: “It’s strange to me that you haven’t finished yet. Didn’t Arthur Mason died six months ago?”

L: “His son Dorian took the charge. Unike his father, unfortunately, he have a more cruel personality: while Arthur was well disposed in accepting compromises in affairs and forgive the mistakes of his subjects, Dorian has no mercy for anyone. Since he is the boss... Well, let’s just say that a lot of art dealers employed by the family disappeared. Until some time ago he kept intact the deal I had with his father.”

J: “What changed?”

L: He... ordered me to eliminate someone. A rival in his business.

J: And you refused, right?

L: Of curse; he laughed at me, giving me an ultimatum of three weeks to complete the “job”, or Jolly would pay the consequences. It was before Versailles. there I’ve decided to cut this story for good.

J: And here we comes to the reason why I am bound on this chair, I presume.

L: I’ve observed you for a long time, Joe Dalton...

L: ... Since the day you have been assigned to my case. You can help me not only in saving my brother, but also to square things up with Dorian Mason.

J: Me? What are you talking about?

L: You can do what I can’t, since I have lost my authority: arrest Dorian Mason. And not only him, but consequently also all his collaborators in the circle of illegal art deals.

J: And you want me to believe that you need me only for that?!?

L: Don’t fuss, you’ll fall. And no, in fact it’s not only for that: of all the agents you immediately seemed to me the most tenacious and reliable. Also...

L: ,,, I know you can understand me. You have three brothers that you would protect at any cost. I saw how much close you all are.

L: If one of them was in trouble-

J: I would move heaven and earth to bring him out! Yes, I can understand.

L: Once saved Jolly there will be no more thefts; you’ll have a thief less to think about and one more criminal behind the bars.

J: I have one last question.

L: I’m listening.

J: Would you mind tell me how you were able to keep an eye on me?

J: Ah, thanks, my circulation was being blocked.

L: Sorry, I’m not practical of kidnappings but really more gentle when it comes to deactivate alarms! To answer your question, I’m sorry, but have to find it on your own.

L: Do you accept to embark in this venture with me? But I have to warn you: nor your brothers nor your coworkers have to know about all of this.

J: Why?

L: Less people know about this mess, less is the risk for them to end up in troubles too. It will be only the two of us, detective Dalton. Sure, you’re free to refuse, but in that case your thief will become a murderer and I don’t like that prospect too.

J: You know, usually anybody else would think twice before throwing hisself in what looks like the project of a lunatic...

J: ... I accept.

L: Really?

J: Let’s just say that I want to believe this whole story. If the real criminal is the one who holds prisoner your brother I’ll help you bring him behind the bars of a cell.

J: But I warn you, I don’t take orders from you!

L: No problem. Ah, Joe Dalton...

L: ... I couldn’t expected a better answer! Thank you so much!

J: Wwwwww-Wait to thanks me!! Oh dammit, again?!?

C: Luke? I have an unexpected replacement in ten minutes, Miranda doesn’t feel good; could you please go and pick up Amélie after you have finished with your boyfriend?

L: No problem, Cheyenne.

J: His- what?!? Hey!!!

C: You’re the best, thank you!

L: Duty calls.

L: What do you say, let’s go eat something together later?

J: What?

L: My niece will come out from school soon, And since it’s almost lunch time, I thought to invite you. After all in this neighborhood there are countless restaurants.

J: Oh... That’s fine, I think.

J: Wait!!! But where are we?!?

L: Right, I almost forgot. Welcome to the Moulin Rouge.

#lucky luke #joe dalton #fan comic #joyau #moulin rouge

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damejanai · 4 years

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Dame raji

2020.09.09

K: Ahhh ....nobody noticed at all huh... S: !! Ahhh K: Right? S: I'll go ahead and say it okay? K: Alright S: You dyed your hair K: Yes! S: Wahhhhh K: There's a reason for this S: Reason?

K: I've mentioned it here and there about Ive been watching "tokai on air (youtube channel)' S: Uh huh K: My favorite members from there are shibayu and tetsuya S: I see K: Their hairstyles are really striking S: I see I see K: One has orange hair and one is blonde, so I decided to go with red, which is one of their theme colours, and went to the salon. I went to one that had a review saying 'they're good at doing mens casual hairstyles' S: wwwwww K: I dyed my hair there.. But I totally chickened out. S: Haha! K: Hahahaha S: Knowing how you wanted to dye it red, this is a little... K: I totally chickened out. The stylist asked, "it's gonna be quite red, is it okay?" When I was asked, " is it okay?" , I couldn't say yes S: Ahahahhaaa, so did you bleach it? K: Yes I was at the part about whether to bleach it or not S: Ahahaha K: I chickened out from there. I asked if it could be red, without bleaching, they said it could be done ...and showed me the colour.. "Ahhh that's really red.... " I said. And asked them if I could do it darker S: hahahaa K: It looked as good as brown but maybe the red can be seen...? So I told them to go with that.... Brown, Hhahahaha S: Yeah, if you didn't mention no one would have K: But if I walked in with red hair everyone would be shocked right? S: Very~ K: Righhhhht S: So did you ask your agency whether it was okay? K: Huh? Why S: You didn't ask? K: I didn't, Well it's my own hair. So, did any one realise ? See? No! I specially said the word red a lot at our meeting just now.... S: Ahahahahahaa Well there's no way we can tell what you were thinking! S: I want to dye my hair blue! I've actually dyed my hair blue but it looked black. But it would look blue under the light. K: Like Yusa san S: Yeah I thought Yusa san looked really cool I wanted to do it too. Who here realised? K: Whoa amazing! S: Yay!!!! K: Why didn't anyone notice mine?! S: Ahahahaha K: Well I know actually, it's just not red. Let's retake our dameraji poster with me in red hair and soma san can dye your hair a little blue or something S: Ohhhh, but I would like to try it K: If it's part of this programme it's easier to do it! I want someone to give me a push S: I see. You know I love the main character in persona 3, I want to dye my hair blue and let it grow long. I wanna do it I wanna do it! K: That's good! S: I'll do it I'll do it K: How about it? Ehhh they said okay! But there's no okay from 81 produce S: Ahahhhaha K: There's sacra music too right? S: But I'd like to do it~~ K: It could be interesting .... Red huh.... S: You could make it a little redder K: You didn't realise? S: Well... Umm... It's brown !

--- ~Topic on video editing and software~ S: With music too, when the number of stuff you can do increases, you'd want to use less of it and go the traditional way. Like going by chord theory, after this chord, usually this chord follows, if you've grasped this concept, the type of songs you can write broadens K: Oooooh S: Please continue to listen to me K: I'm listening S: Were you really listening? K: I was I was, I'm just doing that while looking at the acrylic board S: hahahahaha, you're like not looking me in the eye but looking at my reflection in the acrylic board K: No I'm looking at my own reflection S: Yourself! K: I was thinking about how brown it is hahahaha S: That's like what you always scold me about. Not to look at my phone when others are talking to me K: I was really listening!! S: And so.... I realised that with all these programs I start to lose flexibility. Like there are tons of stuff I can do with the programs nowadays, but when I listen to my demos from years ago K: Uh huh S: Although the quality of those are really low, I really felt like producing those songs K: Ahhhh. So like with the PC, there's a limit to the things we can do on it S: True K: If it's for music, you can put in the guitar sounds but there's definitely something limiting your creativity S: Totally K: The times when people were just composing on their own guitars was more free S: Ahahaha K: Told you I was listening?! S: Umm thank you! It just brings the image of Ishikawa san strumming the guitar, like 'back in the day' kind if feeling. Strumming the guitar in the sunset, with red hair K: I played shitty songs... But we had the most freedom then. S: Ahahahaha K: Ahahahaha S: You're so convincing, somehow K: I've not touched a guitar ever since I bought one in high school just to play "Fuwa fuwa time". It was impossible S: Yeahhh but it's true, and songs in the past were more weird.. Like it wouldnt turn out like that normally. Like I said that I added dissonance in the intro of my song "Petrichor", but it's not about that K: Uh... Huh? S: Ahahahaha K: What do you mean? S: What I mean is, I've been listening to songs from long ago and thinking that they're really good, but I'm also working hard on my songs now ---

About the Summerholic! MV S: We rented a house studio, and they got ready ao many props for us, like video games, beach ball, jenga. K: ooh ooh S: I had so much fun, but because there were too many things and it was so fun, I toppled the Jenga blocks quite early on K: Uh, that's purely, clumsiness, not that you had too much fun S: Ahhhhaa, I sat on the sofa and played with the watermelon shaped beach ball and hit my right leg K: Ahahahaa you S: It crumbled like Jenga K: Ahhh that's like hard to put back together S: Yea they gave up putting the Jenga back K: Ahhh leaving it toppled is more indoor-like... Leaving it messy ~ Dame raji photo studio ~ This time the photos were mainly focused on the hair, so that the colour can be seen

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#dameraji #dame janai radio #ishikawa kaito #saito soma

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dontasktheradiodemon · 3 years

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Private - Nov 18

Question: why the heck are Sir Pentious and Alastor posting a weird drawing of a pink cube?

Short answer: two dorky old men griping about Kids These Days resulting in an experimental attempt to replicate modern shitposting habits.

Long answer:

11/15/2020

hiss-and-vinegar

🐍 GOOD NIGHT, ALASTOR.

11/18/2020

hiss-and-vinegar

🐍 I TOLD YOU GOOD NIGHT AND YOU NEVER ANSWERED ME!

dontasktheradiodemon

🎶 My deepest apologies, my friend, I didn't see it! Let me make up for it, let's see... good night, good morning, good night, good morning, good night, and another good morning! I think we're caught up now.

hiss-and-vinegar

🐍 HA! GOOD MORNING

dontasktheradiodemon

OwwO

hiss-and-vinegar

🐍 WHY ARE YOU OWWO-ING ME

🐍 ㅁ]:3~

dontasktheradiodemon

🎶 I'd already said good morning, I couldn't say it a second time!

hiss-and-vinegar

🐍 I RETURNED THE GREETING, AS I AM A HELLISH GENTLEMAN! WHY WOULD YOU NEED TO SAY IT AGAIN

dontasktheradiodemon

🎶 I wouldn't! Which is why I OwwO-ed instead.

hiss-and-vinegar

🐍 PERHAPS YOU SHOULD TRY TO CREATE AN EMOTICON OF YOUR OWN FACE. ALTHOUGH, PERHAPS IF IT LOOKS TOO ACCURATE, IT WILL DESTROY THE EQUIPMENT!!!

hiss-and-vinegar

🐍 ㅋ ㅋ

🐍 ㅇl w l

🐍 THERE

🐍 YOUR ANTLERS, YOUR MONOCLE, YOUR EYES AND YOUR MOUTH

🐍 ㅋ ㅋ

🐍 ㅇl w l 🍖

🐍 NOW YOU ARE EATING

dontasktheradiodemon

🎶 Ha! Wouldn't that be something, a few characters that break machines. But I'm just fine with the one I made—it has my smile with a surplus of teeth, that's the most important part!

hiss-and-vinegar

🐍 MINE HAS A MONOCLE, SO IT IS MORE ACCURATE

🐍 ㅋ ㅋ

🐍 ㅇl wwwwww l

🐍 THERE

dontasktheradiodemon

🎶 Ha!

dontasktheradiodemon

ψ ψ o̗̟̘̝̯̝OwwwO

hiss-and-vinegar

🐍 NYA HA HA!

🐍 THERE, YOUR TUNING FORKS

🐍 NOT ENOUGH TEETH THOUGH

🐍 ㅁ]:3=~

dontasktheradiodemon

ψ ψ o̗̟̘̝̯̝OwwwwwwwO

🎶 How's that? Just about enough this time?

🎶 My antlers don't seem to want to line up properly when I send them!

hiss-and-vinegar

🐍 THEY LOOK FINE TO ME?

🐍 MAYBE YOU SHOULD GET A BETTER EMOJI

🐍 📻

🐍 🦌

🐍 🍖

🐍 👄???

hiss-and-vinegar

🐍 OH IT IS A MOBILE THING

dontasktheradiodemon

🎶📻🦌🍖👄 Arrange all five in a pentagram to summon the Radio Demon! How's That for modernizing?

hiss-and-vinegar

🐍 THEY ARE FINE ON MOBILE ONLY! ON THE SMART PHONES

🐍 CAN YOU BE SUMMONED VIA EMOJI? HMMM

🐍 LET'S TEST IT NOW!!!

dontasktheradiodemon

((There is now a Radio Demon in Sir Pentious's room. Poof.))

hiss-and-vinegar

(( HE CACKLES

(( and sends a text anyway,

🐍 DIGITAL MEAT WORKSS JUST AS WELL!

dontasktheradiodemon

((He just sorta reads it over Sir Pentious's shoulder.))

🎶 Doesn't taste half as good, though!

((And Sir Pentious gets to witness in person that Alastor just, talks out loud, no evidence of a phone, and a moment later a message with the same text in it arrives.))

hiss-and-vinegar

(( O O..............

(( Pentious LOOKS at him like. What the Fuck! I wanna do that!!!

(( "ARE YOU A SPEECH TO TEXT MACHINE"

dontasktheradiodemon

(("Only a speech machine!" He Grins. Look at him, so mysterious. He's got a secret and he's smug about it.))

hiss-and-vinegar

(( "YOU MUST HAVE A RECEIVER HIDDEN IN YOUR HAIR! OR IS IT JUST YOUR ANTLERS..."

dontasktheradiodemon

🎶 You mean my antennae?

((He says and sends it at the same time. And he's grinning Even Wider, he's obviously still hiding something.))

hiss-and-vinegar

(( HE HUFFS

🐍 DON'T YOU W MOUTH AT ME IN REAL TIME

(( Pentious also texts out loud sometimes, but this time, he is just doing that Cobra Breathing Thing as he looks more like an accordion than a Snake

🐍 YOUR TUNING FORKS

dontasktheradiodemon

((He is OwwOing))

hiss-and-vinegar

🐍 STOP IT

dontasktheradiodemon

((He goes OwwwwO. And then he takes mercy, holds a finger over his mouth and winks—shh, we're being secretive—and pulls a phone out of his pocket. It's already on and set to microphone, so it's just. Already listening.))

dontasktheradiodemon

🎶 But pay no mind to the man behind the curtain!

((And the text appears as he speaks. It somehow apparently presses "send" itself a moment later.))

hiss-and-vinegar

🐍

(( Sir Pentious whips an eggboi at Alastor

dontasktheradiodemon

((Well now there's a mess on him! òwó))

dontasktheradiodemon

((With GREAT dignity he magically peels the mess off his clothes.))

🎶 I'm going to make an omelet and I'm not going to share.

hiss-and-vinegar

(( HE'S LAUGHING, can't type, laughing too hard.... Doubled over..... Goodbye

dontasktheradiodemon

((He patiently endures it. And tries to pretend the laughter doesn't wipe out his irritation.))

hiss-and-vinegar

(( weakly typing,

🐍 YOU DIDN'T DODGE IT LIKE I THOUGHT YOU WOULD

dontasktheradiodemon

🎶 Most people who lob projectiles at me are a lot farther away and like me a lot less! I had my guard down.

hiss-and-vinegar

🐍 APOLOGIESDEERCHUM

(( oh god everything hurts from laughing so hard, he's wheezing

dontasktheradiodemon

((He pats Sir Pentious's back. There there.))

dontasktheradiodemon

🎶 Keep this between us, would you? I've got an image to keep up, and it doesn't involve cellular phones! That, and I don't want to attract telemarketers.

hiss-and-vinegar

(( "WHICH PART................" he is hastily deleting a post from his blog

dontasktheradiodemon

🎶 The part where I have a phone.

dontasktheradiodemon

🎶 There's a good portion of Hell that thinks I'm completely incapable of handling new technology! Me, a man who was on the radio before most people had radios. Insulting, but sooner or later I think it'll be useful to me for the general public to think I'm far more bumbling about all this than I really am.

hiss-and-vinegar

🐍 OH I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN

🐍 APPARENTLY IT WAS NEWS TO MOST PEOPLE THAT I, GENIUS INVENTOR SIR PENTIOUS, YEARS BEYOND MY PEERS WHEN IT CAME TO TECHNOLOGICAL KNOW-HOW, KNEW HOW TO USE CURRENT TECHNOLOGY!!!

🐍 WHAT, LIKE IT IS HARD????

dontasktheradiodemon

🎶 Really? You, of all people? Ha!

hiss-and-vinegar

🐍 I WAS MASTERING TECHNOLOGY BEFORE THESE CRETINS WERE EVEN AN IDEA

dontasktheradiodemon

🎶 Why is it that people assume that the kind of person who was on the cutting edge in his own time is somehow the kind of person least likely to keep up with later cutting edges? As if a man who spent the 1880s farming instead of building airships is somehow going to be better at using a computer just because the public doesn't automatically associate him with "airships"!

hiss-and-vinegar

🐍 LIKELY BECAUSE, MY DEER CHUM, WE ARE OLD.

hiss-and-vinegar

🐍 THESE CHILDREN ARE NOT DIFFICULT TO UNDERSTAND, THEIR SENSE OF HUMOR SEEMS TO BE COMPLETELY UNHINGED! I COULD POST A PICTURE OF A CUBE, AND WRITE IN BEAUTIFUL HANDWRITING "CUBE", ONLY FOR IT TO EITHER BE A SMASH HIT, OR NOT AT ALL.

🐍 TRYING TO STAY AFLOAT OF THESE "TRENDS" IS EXHAUSTING, BUT, IT ISN'T AS THOUGH I HAVE NO FREE TIME

dontasktheradiodemon

🎶 I believe it's not just that we're old, Sir Pent, it's that we're associated with old innovations! Most people, I've noticed, can't advance onward to technology that post dates what they grew up with. But they make the mistake of thinking that the innovators are the most calcified instead of the least!

🎶 And a cube-labeled cube is hilarious. It should be a smash hit.

hiss-and-vinegar

🐍 HA! YOU THIN K SO? THEN I'LL CREATE IT. WE WILL SEE WHAT IT LANDS!

(( he is pulling out his laptop and sitting on himself so that he can use it. It's like a jet taking off when it starts up

dontasktheradiodemon

((He's been sorta leaning around Sir Pentious to try to read as he types so he doesn't have to pull out his Secret Phone, so it's nice to be able to just bend over to look at the laptop screen over Sir Pentious's shoulder.))

hiss-and-vinegar

(( it turns on with the turn of a key, and he's holding a pen in his mouth--it's not REALLY pen, just looks like one. There's a cobra head at the end of it with sharp teeth bared--looks like they fit in two holes at the corner of the keyboard itself. There's a holder for the pen, but Pentious appears to like having it in his mouth instead. Enrichment. He's grinning as he starts making something incredibly dumb

dontasktheradiodemon

((Just two old dorks grinning together while they make a shitpost))

hiss-and-vinegar

(( It's done. "EUREKA!" he shouts,

dontasktheradiodemon

((What the fuck does that say. What the FUCK does that say. He's genuinely shaking from trying not to laugh as he processes Le Kjub))

hiss-and-vinegar

(( Sir Pentious looks SO excited, raising a declamatory finger to explain it. "LE, AS IN THE FRENCH MASCULINE FORM OF 'THE', CUBE. THAT IS THE PHONETIC ALPHABETICAL SPELLING OF CUBE! PRONUNCIATION AND ALL OF THAT. AND!!!" He gestures to the screen, "IF YOU WILL LOOK HERE, DEER CHAP, THAT-- YOU SEE IT? THAT FAINT WORD? IT READS... CUBE!"

dontasktheradiodemon

((He SQUINTS. "... So it does!" This is KILLING HIM it's so deliberately terrible.))

hiss-and-vinegar

(( Just idly polishing his talons on his suit coat, "AND NOW TO POST IT!"

hiss-and-vinegar

(( He STOPS, "OH, WAIT, ONE MORE BIT..."

dontasktheradiodemon

((Alastor braces himself.))

hiss-and-vinegar

(( "THEY SEEM TO LOVE THIS KIND OF EFFECT."

dontasktheradiodemon

(("... You made it blurrier? Are you trying to protect its identity??"))

hiss-and-vinegar

(( "APPARENTLY, THIS IS TO MAKE IT HAVE A CERTAIN IT.... 'CRYPTID' LIKE QUALITY. ALL THE RAGE WITH THE LATEST GENERATION, ALASTOR."

dontasktheradiodemon

((He vaguely knows what a cryptid is by virtue of having been called one. "... Pfff—!" This is it, this is what kills him. He can't handle the thought of a hot pink cube being a cryptid. He's gotta sit on the floor and laugh.))

hiss-and-vinegar

(( His head swivels around to watch Alastor laugh on the floor. His hood floops up, but he's grinning so wide!!!! He made the Radio Demon laugh!!!! But it was on his terms, and he's happy about that. Cobra Prrrrrr.

(( "WELL! SHALL I POST IT??? WHO KNOWSSSS WHAT WILL COME OF IT!!!"

dontasktheradiodemon

(("Yes! Put it up! René Magritte couldn't do better."

hiss-and-vinegar

(( Click click, type type. No caption, no anything just. Cube.

(( And POST!

dontasktheradiodemon

((PULLS OUT HIS PHONE to reblog it.))

dontasktheradiodemon

((He taps the screen with his pinky claw tip. Sophisticated.))

hiss-and-vinegar

(( GASP. Support. He's beaming so much his entire head is smiling.

dontasktheradiodemon

((BEAMS BACK. Chums support chums' shitpost art.))

hiss-and-vinegar

(( It's literally the worst shitpost, too much work went into this.... but they are happy. And he takes the pen from his mouth in order to sink the pen's fangs into those previously mentioned holes... and with that, the laptop shuts down.

dontasktheradiodemon

((Oh now that's a neat trick! "What did those fangs do, did you poison that poor machine?" He's Delighted.))

hiss-and-vinegar

(( "I DID! IT ISS DEAD NOW." Prr prr prr, "BUT ACTUALLY, THERE ARE SSWITCHESS LOCATED WITHIN THE MACHINE ITSELF THAT MUSST BE PRESSED BY THE FANGS, THEY ARE FITTED."

dontasktheradiodemon

(("How clever!" Admires it. "And far better looking than the trash currently on the market. Most modern machines look like they've been carved out of panels of public restroom stalls."

hiss-and-vinegar

(( Sir Pentious begins to laugh again, and he places the laptop onto the nearby vanity, "RIGHT! THESE 'SLEEK" DESIGNSS HAVE NO STYLE AT ALL! I WANT IT TO BE SOMETHING SOMEONE WOULD WANT FOR THEMSELVESS, NOT DISGUISED TO BE PART OF A BOOK SHELF."

dontasktheradiodemon

(("Well, stylish it certainly is!" He gets up! He's probably messed around enough in here for the time being, hasn't he?

hiss-and-vinegar

(( Sir Pentious is turns to fully face Alastor now, "WELL, IT IS ABOUT THAT TIME ISN'T IT. YOU ARE WELCOME FOR THE SSSSUMMONSSS, ALASSSSTOR."

dontasktheradiodemon

(("Thank you for the brief entertainment!" A bow. "And to you, Sir... Good morning!" Grin grin.))

hiss-and-vinegar

(( "GOOD MORNING, YOU DOUBLE-YEW FACED DEERMAN." He tips his hat, "NOW GET!"

#hissandvinegar #chat log #((and also Alastor’s deepest secret is revealed))

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yaotomejr · 6 years

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IDOLiSH7 Episode 10 Screenshot Translations

This episode had quite a lot of scrolling comments in their live web program (An ID♥LiSH Night With You!), so I thought it would be fun to translate them all! Translations under the cut~

"Good evening~" "I'm excited for today's stream too" "So they also do message corners" "good evening" "I7~!!!!!"

(I’m not throwing in all of the screenshots I took bc it’ll really get too long)

"The drama almost made me cry" “Looks like there’s a lot of people who learnt of I7 from watching the drama" "I wonder if the comments are showing on the laptop" "Is this really a live stream?" "IDOLiSH Night~!!" "I saw it~!!" "I watched it!" "There was a lot of buzz about it at school!" "The drama was really good~" "The one with the teacher role?" "I saw the drama!" "Tamaki-kun sure is ruthless lol" "Tamaki-san and Nagi-san both do whatever they want" "The character is the one that died" "I7's clothes are also super cute today" "↑ It IS a live stream" "If only we had a handsome teacher like that~" "He was really cool~" "Though he was killed ww" "First time watcher" "Rest in peace (lol)" "He keeps getting teased w" "The drama was really good ♥" "Handsome men everywhere" (alt: nothing but handsome men) "The Iori brothers are sitting together ///" "There's a lot of comments today!" "sougo-kun's cute" "The drama was so interesting (*´ｪ｀*)" "It was a passionate performance!" "The MEZZO" duo are also here!!" "There's a lot more viewers than usual" "I watched the drama~" "The drama was really cool" "I saw it~!" "It was an excellent acting!" "I really look forward to this time frame now" "I'll root for you!!" "You were really cool!!" "Yamato-san is alive ww" “rest in peace (lol" (though it doesn’t convey how they said 南無さん instead of 南無三, which I don’t know if it’s a typo or not lol) "Love will sometimes kill Yamato-san (lol" "Nagi-kun is just as energetic today" "I saw the drama!!" (note: this commenter uses ~だお at the end of their sentence, which I don’t know how to convert into English lmao) "You played a really good teacher~" "It was really cool, the drama!!" "I watched the drama~" "I love this show~" "The whole group's here today~!!!" "IDOLiSH Night~!!!" "The drama was so good~!" "I watched the recording so many times ><" "idolish nighttt!" "My mom also became a fan after watching the drama" "I thought you were an actor" "Good eveningg" "I'm here for the first time but this is more lively than I thought" "The drama was really good~" "I really looked forward to today's IDOLiSH Night" "The drama was good. I cried" "I watched because Yamato-san was in it~" "The acting in the drama was really good" "I didn't know there was a program like this! It's really Yamato-san~!!" "Good evening!!" "'Even though he was killed' that's too mean~ ww" "Everyone really talks so freely" "I'm rooting for you Yamato-san~!!" "The police drama you guys did was really good too" "I kind of wondered if today's IDOLiSH Night would be superb" "The drama was the best~!!" "The reaction to the drama looks really big!" "Yamato-san, stay alive...!!!" "If there's a next drama I look forward to it~" "I was looking forward for this time!" "Nagi's antics always make me laugh" "So this is a show where everyone can act freely" "The drama was the besttt! Even though he died" "Are they going to read the comments" "A god who has a hot voice and a handsome face" "Yamato-san~ (＞ω＜)" "It's somehow really lively today" "I really like this 'go at their own pace' atmosphere" "Yamato-san kyun ///" "Mitsuki-kun cute"

"So there's another drama" "I look forward to your next drama!" "Wh, another drma!?" "I wonder when's the next drama~?" "Looking foward to the drama!!" "There's so much news that I can't catch up ww" ([looks at i7 twitter] wakaru) "There's another drama~!!" "I look forward to the next drama!!" "It's really lively today" "So much news~ My excitement is going to explode" "I couldn't watch it in real time so I'll try to do so next time!!" "Awwww when is it!" "Everyone's so lively w" (actually I'm not sure what キレ means here oops) "This program gives me energy after a tiring day" "Announcement! I want to hear about the drama annoucement!!" "Yamato-san's acting was really gooooood" "Look forward to the drama" "It's night time but my tension is rising ww" "Don't die next time (lol" "I wonder what role it is next time~" "Iori-kun's flustered ww" "I look forward to both the live and the drama!" "Everyone's so cool!!" "I want to go to the live~" "Two dramas in a row is amazing!!" "I'll definitely go to the live~" "Please be a character that doesn't get killed" "Mitsuki-kun~!!" "Huh, there's something called Monthly Live Collection" "An interview in Live Collection? I have to buy it!" "Iori-kun are you okay? (lol)" "I like both MEZZO and IDOLiSH7" "Sougo~!!" "Iori-kun fighto!" "Everyone's so cute I want to root for them" "I'll root for the drama and the live!!" "Everyone's given too much freedom www" "A panicking Iori is so cute" "Nagi-kun is really beautiful" "I feel like when all seven come together they really feel alive" "I7~!!" "I'll continue to root for you~!!" "I heard about this stream from my friend, it's interesting" "Nagi-kun, go ahead and sing here~" "wwwwwwwwwwwwww" "Nagi-kun is really free" "Are you going to sing?!" "Sing, sing!" "I want to listen ww" "There too many people in their own pace w" "wwwwww" "I'm laughing" "Today's stream is breaking away from the script more than usual" "Poor Iori-kun"

#azumi translates things #idolish7 #i am Back On My Bullshit after all the translating i did for re:creators lol

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tarisilmarwen · 7 years

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Cracks In The Mirror: Exctracted

(Chapter One. Chapter Two.

You know the drill, also on FFNet here.)

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There was an old story, in which a hero was tasked with destroying a cursed tapestry, without setting blade or tool to it. The clever protagonist of the tale had examined the tapestry closely, finding among the thousands of strands a single loose thread that, when pulled, unraveled the fabric at its seams.

Thrawn had the tale hovering idly at the back of his mind as his crimson eyes perused his kaleidoscope of holographic displays. Ezra's information was projected on one side, a portion of Kallus's data on the other.

Bridger was beginning to awaken. Thrawn had dispatched a few of his people to the room with... special instructions. He had remained in his office, looking over the files that Pryce had brought him.

People were almost as fascinating a study as art. Almost. Each snippet of information told him some new aspect and facet of the man who had become Agent Kallus, rebel spy.

Thrawn pulled up a new hologram. After perusing it a moment or two, he straightened, and leaned forward in his seat.

Here was something. Whenever he was stationed above Lothal, Kallus appeared to make frequent, unannounced trips to the planet's surface. From the shuttle logs, always to Capital City.

Now what was down there that he had to keep visiting without telling anyone?

Remembering something, Thrawn shifted his focus back to Ezra's files. The one he was looking for wasn't currently projected, so he had to rifle through them on the console to find it first.

A cold smile touched his lips.

He'd found his thread.

***

The guard station on Level 5 was smaller than the others, crewed by only two people. Both of which, after getting over the excitement of having a Rebel spy and an infamous Lothal troublemaker in the brig, were now once again... very bored.

One of them sat slumped forward in his chair, flicking bits of crumpled durasheet off the panel with his fingers. The other paced back and forth idly.

"So when do you think they're gonna junk the old BTL-A4s?"

The one seated shrugged. "Hopefully soon, if they keep getting stolen."

THUMP!

"Oh, what now?" he groaned, shooting a glare towards the closed door.

The man pacing lifted his sidearm, heading for the exit. "If that Nikto in Cell B-138 is banging on the walls again I'm just gonna—"

He didn't get to finish, for as soon as he punched the button to open the door he was assaulted at knee level by a powerful shock.

He let out a rather undignified shriek before toppling backwards, out like a light.

The other guard snapped his head around and had just enough time to take in the black and red metal dome and think, A droid? before an arc of electricity shot across the room to hit him square in the chest.

He twitched in his seat, comically wide-eyed, before slumping over and not moving.

Chopper rolled into the room, cackling maniacally. He smugly shimmied up to the plug-in port, extending his arm.

"No, no, no, no!" AP-5 scolded sharply, strutting in and grabbing the astromech by the dome, sliding him back. "Do not just bludgeon your way into the system! You'll set off every alarm on the ship."

Chopper buzzed irritably at him, demanding to know how then he should proceed.

"Most binary programs are reasonable. Try asking nicely," AP-5 told him, waving towards the port.

The C1 droid chirped skeptically, but slowly rolled back towards the port, hesitantly plugging in. The system registered him, querying his intentions.

"WWWwww-WUB?" Chopper tried awkwardly.

The system responded politely, asking for his authentication code. Chopper dug it up from his memory files and passed it on.

After a moment or two, he was permitted access, and suddenly found the entire network open to him. He beeped in pleasant surprise, turning his head around to compliment his counterpart.

"Thank me later," AP-5 dismissed. "Let's see about getting those camera feeds to display on the screen."

***

Kallus paced back and forth in his cell, wearing a hole in the floor. His ears strained anxiously for any sound of movement, any hint that they were bringing Ezra down to a cell.

There'd been nothing for almost two hours. So they still had him in Interrogation.

He could still hear the boy's screams as echoes in his mind. Was that why no one had been down to confront him yet? So he could go mad worrying about what they were doing to him?

Well it was working.

Kallus forced himself to stand still a moment and take a deep breath. This wasn't helping. He needed to think.

All that kept running through his head was Ezra's face, twisted in pain. It was his fault the boy was here. The Rebels had come for him. To save him. Ezra had made his dislike of him and the plan to extract him vehemently apparent and he had still come, still put himself in danger in order to get Kallus out. Absurd, but after so many encounters with Bridger, no longer surprising.

And now he was suffering for it.

And more would follow, if Kallus couldn't figure out an escape. Kallus knew the crew of the Ghost too well—Jarrus would not continue to sit out in space fretting forever. The Jedi was... reckless when it came to his padawan.

He didn't realize he'd resumed pacing until the sound of footsteps out in the hallway made him stop in his tracks. Kallus froze, listening hard.

Several pairs, heavy-booted. They were coming from the wrong end. It wasn't Ezra. They were here for him.

Fear prickled in his heart, but he steeled himself, turning to face the door. Every limb tensed, ready to jump the guard the minute the door was open.

Borrowing tricks from Bridger, he thought, shaking his head. What have I come to?

The first trooper would be standing left of the door, at the access panel. There would be a second just behind him waiting to enter the cell, and possibly a third hovering to the right. If protocol was followed, he'd have approximately two seconds between when the door opened and when the guards proceeded into the cell. His timing would have to be precise down to the millisecond.

Lunge forward, grab the wrist of the facing trooper, get inside his firing arc, stun with blow to the diaphragm. Swing him around and smash him into the guard by the panel. Retrieve sidearm, shoot all guards before they're able to sound the alarm.

Several variations of the scenario were already rehearsed and perfected in his mind when the stray thought came to him suddenly—What if the Grand Admiral or Governor Pryce is out there?—and he scrambled, adrenaline sounding stressful alarms inside him, but the code cylinder was already clicking in the lock, no time, every muscle strained, ready to move—

There was a white uniform in-between the Stormtroopers. But the man wearing it was not Thrawn.

"Yularen!"

He couldn't help the surprise—and relief—in his voice. His body relaxed involuntarily, the planned action he'd intended fading fast. He had no chance with Thrawn or Pryce. Even Lyste would probably show him no sympathy now. But Yularen...

Yularen could be... persuaded.

There was a look on his old mentor's face, a bald, betrayed sort of disbelief. "Is it true?" he asked, and Kallus's relief slowly began to morph into guilt. "You," Yularen strained, emotion clogging his voice as the door closed behind him, "are Fulcrum?"

Kallus lowered his head and said nothing.

"Are you?" Yularen pressed.

He considered the merits of denying it, running through a few different excuses in his head. But by now Yularen would know of Bridger's capture, would know Kallus had concealed the boy's presence. There was no point in hiding it anymore. Not now.

He sighed in defeat. "I am," he answered.

Kallus lifted his eyes, and almost regretted it upon seeing his superior's expression.

"Why?" Yularen asked, shaking his head like he still couldn't believe it.

Kallus gave a short, bitter laugh. "I've asked myself that same question," he drawled. "Why would I defy the Empire? Why would anyone?" he asked rhetorically. His shoulders rolled in a half-shrug, his voice lowering. "Maybe I was just tired of yelling over my conscience," he muttered.

It had been all too easy to drown out the sound of his doubts before. He still couldn't quite tell when he had begun to listen. Certainly not at Lasan, though the guilt from that day had prickled him like a festering needle even then. Perhaps it had started at Tarkin's arrival. When the Governor callously had Aresko and Grint executed right there in the office—good men, not very bright or particularly competent but eager and loyal to the Empire—it had stunned Kallus to his core. Massacring the Empire's enemies was one thing. Thoughtlessly killing their own... shook him.

But then he had turned around and done the exact same thing to poor Tua, so perhaps that had not been the true start of his turn at all, just the crack through which the seed could be planted.

Yularen spoke again, pulling Kallus out of his musings.

"But treason, Kallus? Spying for the Rebels, trading them Imperial secrets?" Yularen said, incredulously. "You knew the consequences for that."

"I did." Executed for treason, he'd screeched at Ezra, almost hysterically, just that morning. Kallus shook his head. "But I couldn't just do nothing. If that leads to my death, then..." Kallus had to swallow down the fear building up a lump in his throat. He didn't want to die. But it seemed inevitable now, so he had to at least accept the possibility. "...so be it," he finished.

He felt just a little lighter for having said it.

"But you were more determined than anyone to catch these Rebels, see them brought to justice," Yularen protested. Kallus held himself back from making a biting quip about the Empire's idea of 'justice'. Yularen gestured with agitated motions. "Now you'd die for them?" he demanded to know.

Kallus gave a grimace of chagrin. "That wasn't the ideal plan," he told Yularen. "But if that's what it takes to keep their location secret and get Ezra off this ship..."

Yularen shook his head. "I don't understand."

"I don't expect you to."

"You were a star pupil. You're one of the best ISB has to offer," Yularen reminded him, anger beginning to creep into his voice. "You would throw that all away? Throw away your life?" The stern rebuke held a touch of concern. Yularen still had some fondness for his former student, Kallus noted for reference. He could use that. The older man stilled, face still full of disbelief. "For the boy? For Bridger?" he repeated.

"Do you know what they're doing to him, right now?" Kallus interrupted, remembering Yularen had a grandson about Ezra's age.

"Questioning him, I suppose," Yularen shrugged with stiff indifference.

"They're using the Brisney-Favvin on him."

Kallus's words had their desired effect. Yularen stopped his ranting, his eyes growing ever so slightly wider. For a long time, the older man didn't speak, processing what Kallus had said.

The silence stretched out.

Finally Yularen spoke up, haltingly, sounding almost unsure of himself.

"...The Senate has strict regulations about—"

"I know," Kallus interrupted once again. "And if I were another man..." Kallus sighed as he shook his head. "...if I were the same man I was six months ago... I might have kept my mouth shut. Justified it in the name of order, of putting down the Empire's enemies, despite whatever... personal misgivings I had." He met Yularen's gaze, gesturing helplessly with his hands. "But I... I can't anymore, Yularen," he said. "I've seen... I know too much of the Empire's true face. And I can't stand proudly with it as I once did. I am... ashamed I ever did," he admitted, hanging his head, the weight of the confession pulling him down.

Yularen didn't speak for a long moment. Kallus was a little worried he'd pushed too far with the wrong tactic, as he peeked up from under his lids, measuring the frown lines on Yularen's face.

Or... maybe not? He'd known the man to react with disgust to most incidents of treason and he'd yet to hear any. Kallus chanced looking up again. Yularen looked deep in thought, eyes pinched from some internal conflict.

"How old is your grandson?" Kallus said abruptly.

Yularen stirred a bit, replying blankly, "Eighteen. Just graduated the Academy."

There was an undercurrent of somber emotion in the old man's voice. Kallus nodded soberly. "Ezra's just a little younger than him, then," he said. He stepped forward a bit, arms out, open-palmed. "Can you imagine? How you'd feel if it was him strapped to that table?"

A flash of pain in Yularen's eyes, good. Ezra was becoming less of a concept and more of a human to him, a person with feelings and people who cared about him. That was part of what had worked on Kallus—that glimpse of the Ghost crew on the Geonosian moon, out of combat, relating to each other like friends, like family. It would work here.

He hoped.

"You know it's wrong, Yularen. Please... help me save him," Kallus pleaded. He drew slightly closer, some of his own guilt and desperation rising to the surface. "It's my fault he's here. Help me make it right," he begged.

For a long time Yularen just stared at him, a private war waging behind his eyes. Kallus's body was tense with anticipation. He was just starting to run through ways to disable the man when Yularen broke eye contact with a sigh.

"...Make it look good," he instructed.

Kallus's legs buckled, and he very nearly staggered on his feet as the relief crashed over him like a pounding wave. Yularen still trusted him.

He might not understand his actions, or why he would turn on the Empire, but he trusted him.

That was good enough for now.

"Thank you," he breathed, reverently.

***

The two men on the screen appeared to be in some sort of argument. Chopper had been only paying half-attention, more focused on the camera feed that showed Interrogation. But when there was a sudden flurry of activity in the other room his motors jerked his head around, drawn to the motion.

Kallus was engaged in a pitched scuffle with a white-uniformed officer. It was intense, the ISB agent had the other man on the ropes quickly, though his opponent seemed to be giving as good as he got.

The skirmish ended when Kallus slammed his opponent into the wall, just in time for the cell door to open and a pair of Stormtroopers to come rushing in. As the officer crumbled Kallus whipped around to lunge at the first trooper, both hands grabbing hold of his weapon.

"Sir! We have—"

In the seconds it took for Chopper to cut off the comlink feed and prevent the general alert from being sent out, Kallus had pulled some trick that had disarmed the trooper he was wrestling with. Blaster in hand, the agent pulled back.

Three shots. Three bucketheads down. The last trooper banged his helmet against the console as he dropped.

Kallus stood alone, breathing hard, amidst the chaos.

"WOAH," Chopper beeped, stunned and... slightly impressed.

"Well. That was efficient," said AP-5, apparently sharing the sentiment. The inventory droid swiveled. "Chopper, see if you can patch in to the comlink in one of those troopers' helmets."

"WUB-WUB," the astromech acknowledged, his manipulator clicking in the port.

***

"Is he still awake?"

The head technician stepped back, squinting at the limp body of their prisoner. Ezra gave a low moan, turning his head a bit.

"Eh, barely," he dismissed. He waved over for an aide to bring the tray. "Better give him another dose anyway."

"We've already given him enough to knock out a man twice his size!" the first tech complained.

The head technician shrugged. "You heard the Grand Admiral's orders. Here, give me the syringe."

His subordinate sighed, but passed it over. The head tech took it, looking for a place to stick Ezra. There were plenty of older holes he could reopen.

He'd just taken hold of Ezra's left arm when there was a commotion from outside. The technicians looked up in confusion, hearing thumps, thuds, and a few shouts. There was silence a moment and then a code cylinder unlocked the door.

"Trooper, what's going—"

The Stormtrooper suddenly raised his blaster, firing a deadly red bolt directly into the head technician's chest. The other two barely even had time to yell before they, too, were shot dead.

Three more bodies fell at his feet.

Kallus yanked off the Stormtrooper helmet, muttering low curses. "Blasted optics," he complained, setting the helmet aside on the tray. How anyone expected them to see straight through those helmets was beyond him.

The agent turned towards the interrogation table, haltingly, pulse rapid.

Ezra was unnaturally pale and still as death, only the soft sound of his breathing a sign that he was still alive. Kallus bit his lip as he took in the boy's condition.

His head lolled, the movement sluggish. He was still very drugged, almost to the point of unconsciousness. His mercenary disguise was a bit worse for wear, needle holes and rips spotting it, and the fabric singed in places. Ezra's face was bruised and burned, his lip bloody, and... was that an allergy rash?

Shaking off his horror, Kallus reached for the restraints holding Ezra to the table, quickly beginning to unfasten them. Ezra stirred as he worked, bleary eyes unfocused, clouded.

"Shndn't've come..." he muttered. "...stupid..."

Kallus couldn't tell if Ezra was referring to him, or to himself. "We can scold each other later," he told Ezra, throwing off the final strap. "Can you walk?" He took hold of Ezra's left arm, slowly easing him away from the table.

The minute his feet found the floor Ezra's knees collapsed, the boy falling heavily against Kallus's side, Kallus scrambling to catch him.

He was heavier than Kallus expected. The man hefted Ezra upright by the armpits with a grunt. "I guess not," he concluded.

"'m okay... 'm..." Ezra insisted, rolling up to a wobbly stand. His shaky legs were slow to move, but he made a few stumbling steps towards the door, with Kallus's careful direction.

"Don't try so hard," the agent told him gently, slinging Ezra's arm over his shoulder to support him. It was amazing the boy could stand at all, with all the empty vials of sedatives littering the worktray next to them. "Come on," he urged.

He left the helmet behind. He couldn't see out of the blasted thing and he would've drawn suspicion dragging Ezra along either way. This part of the escape would be the most harrowing. He was counting on Chopper and AP-5 to direct him away from patrols, but even their eyes were limited to where the cameras were.

Luck would be his greatest ally here.

"Chopper, AP, I'm on my way down," he said into his comlink, as he yanked Lyste's code cylinder from the lock on their way out. Both devices had been shortly retrieved from the prisoner belongings locker. Kallus was grateful for the Stormtrooper's rigid adherence to protocol. And their assumption that the cylinder was his. His own code authorization would have been locked out of the system by now.

He hoped it caused Lyste no undue amounts of hassle.

"We are generating a general alert on Level Eight, Agent Kallus," AP-5 relayed. "That should draw a few patrols out of your path."

"Create one for Levels Three, Seven, and Nine as well," Kallus instructed. "Then cut off all comlink transmissions and internal communications for the whole ship and meet me outside the hanger bay."

"Acknowledged."

Kallus stowed the comlink. "Hopefully that'll cause enough chaos for us to slip through," he muttered to himself, half-leading, half-dragging Ezra beside him. He sighed in aggravation. "I wish you'd brought your lightsaber. We could've cut a shorter path." But then again, the boy was in no condition to wield it. They'd just have to make do.

Kallus led them away from Interrogation. Groggy, Ezra wasn't always able to keep up with the agent's frantic pace, and tripped often, slowing them both down. He lurched back upright each time, determinedly, even though the hallway rocked dizzily around his pounding head and his vision and hearing blurred in and out. His thoughts slogged through a thick hazy mire. There was something pulling at the back of his mind. Something... important. Ezra felt so certain he had something he needed to tell Kallus...

The agent pulled them back, sharply. He flattened them to the wall, holding in a breath as a pair of Stormtroopers trotted down the intersecting hallway.

They're heading for the aft turbolifts. Tube three was on Level Five. Thirty seconds to call it to this floor, then allow ten to fifteen seconds for them to board, Kallus calculated in his head.

He started counting, waiting for the Stormtroopers to be gone before he risked sprinting them towards the lifts.

Ten... eleven... twelve...

Ezra's fingers were pinching the corner of Kallus's breastplate armor, tugging insistently. Kallus ignored it.

Twenty-three... twenty-four... twenty-five..

"Kallus..." Ezra slurred.

"Not now, Ezra," Kallus hissed. Thirty-seven... thirty-eight... He pushed off from the wall and started moving them towards the lifts, gripping Ezra's arm tighter to keep a better hold of him. The boy's head drooped towards his chest, his feet leaden and sliding. His voice was barely a mumble.

"...put s'mthing... 'side me..."

That got Kallus's attention.

"What?" Kallus stopped dead in his tracks, alarm bells in his head, swinging Ezra around to face him. "What was it? What did they put inside you?" he asked. He was already scanning down the boy with his eyes, looking for anything unusual. He quickly spotted the long rip, too clean and precise, in Ezra's shirt. His fingers found the gash, felt underneath. His breath hitched, the ringing alarms in his head growing louder as he uncovered the wide, stitched-up surgical cut, running straight across Ezra's abdomen.

That's not from the interrogation, came the horrible realization.

Kallus gripped the boy's shoulders tightly, raising his eyes to Ezra's face.

"Ezra—" he called. Ezra's head started to fall forward, and Kallus turned his face to make him look back up. "Ezra, look at me! You have to concentrate! What did they put inside you?" he asked urgently, shaking him by the shoulders.

Ezra squinted in confusion, racking his brain. Trying to bring up the dull memory he had of the surgical blade and the hands poking under his skin. Pushing something in.

Dazed, he whispered all he could remember.

"...metal..."

Adrenaline kicked into overdrive for Kallus. He slung Ezra's arm over his shoulder once more and didn't wait for the boy to get his feet under him, pulling them both to the corridor in front of the turbolifts and pounding the button.

"That's not good," he said. As soon as the door opened he bustled them inside, casting worried glances at Ezra every few steps.

He pulled out his blaster. Four levels down, left turn, sharp right to bypass a guard station, a long hallway and then left again and he'd be at the hanger bay. If he was lucky, there were only about three patrols in his path. And an untold number of things that could go wrong.

The door opened and Kallus shot the man waiting outside before he'd even had time to cry out.

No time to waste. It was a long way still to the hanger, he could only shoot one-handed, and he had to keep Ezra off his feet as much as possible, so as not to aggravate his wound.

If they survived this, he was going to gray early, he just knew it.

***

Chopper rolled back and forth, swiveling every few paces, the droid equivalent of pacing. Alarms sounded dully through the ceiling above them, and muffled footsteps rattled down the hallways. His manipulators were itching to plug back into an outlet somewhere, get some kind of idea what was going on, but ever since disconnecting from the security system and leaving the guard room their eyes had been dark.

By his calculations, Agent Kallus was about five minutes late.

He beeped out his worry to AP-5.

"Bridger's condition may be slowing him down. He's still within the margin of error. Give him a little more time." AP-5's flat monotone sounded just a tad shriller, more anxious. Chopper was glad to know he wasn't the only one concerned.

Six minutes.

Chopper was about ready to find the nearest data port and demand an answer from the Chimera's computers, irregardless of how many alerts that sent out, when his sensors picked up the approaching footsteps.

He jerked around so fast his wheel skidded.

Kallus was rounding the corner, practically carrying Ezra as they rushed along. Chopper gave a worried noise as he rolled to meet them.

"What took you?" AP-5 asked, ambling along after Chopper.

Kallus grunted, leaning Ezra against the wall for a moment, setting him down gently. "We ran into some problems," he summarized, shedding the last pieces of the white outer shell of the Stormtrooper armor—which he'd already halfway taken off, trying to lighten their weight so they could move faster.

Once disposed of the armor, he reached down and raised Ezra's arm up, pulling it back over his shoulder, tugging him back up. Ezra moaned softly in protest, but didn't resist, his legs weak as he stood on them. Kallus swung around to face the C1 unit.

"Chopper, I need you to scan Bridger for foreign objects," he ordered.

Chopper grunted in surprise, but complied. After a moment or two he clicked, holographic display turning on, beaming out a wire-frame image of a small, cylindrical device.

Kallus thought several choice curse words, hissing aloud only Zeb Orrelios's favorite, "Karabast." His mouth twisted. "I was afraid of that," he said, shaking his head.

"What is that?" asked AP-5, recoiling.

"I'm not sure," Kallus replied. "But it resembles an incendiary device."

"Oh. Lovely," the inventory droid remarked flatly. "So what is the plan?"

The agent glanced towards the hanger door. "There should be two shuttles already docked. It's twenty meters to either one, a thirty-second dash if we're quick." He glanced at Ezra. "More realistically it will be fifty seconds. We'll make for the one on the left. Input the coordinates to the waypoint as soon as we're in." He sighed. "And if we're lucky, whatever they put in Ezra's stomach won't explode."

He motioned forward.

Silently, the trio struck for the hanger door, which opened almost soundlessly for them. Kallus was already scanning all around the room with his eyes, eyes and ears keened for signs of trouble.

Problem the first, there was a third shuttle just coming in for a landing directly ahead. Its ramp was already extending. Kallus hissed through his teeth, steering them towards the edge of the room.

"Stop!"

Problem the second. That was Governor Pryce's voice, right behind them.

Kallus doubled pace, trying to get them behind cover. Blaster fire singed his hair and he was forced to drop Ezra, turn and crouch to put both hands on his sidearm and return fire.

The trooper next to Pryce dropped backwards. The others came on, four of them at least, and further down the hall he could see several more. So his first few shots were aimed at the door controls.

The panel blew out in a shower of sparks, sealing the doors shut behind Pryce and her entourage.

That won't hold them forever, he knew. He tried to reach for Ezra, but a rapid burst of blaster bolts forced him to dive around behind a supply crate.

He popped up, firing and felling another trooper. "AP, get Ezra out of here!" he shouted.

But the inventory droid was cut off too, flailing awkwardly out in the open, only avoiding being hit because he wasn't the Stormtroopers' target.

Where had Chopper gotten to?

Kallus spotted him, charging Pryce with his electro prod extended.

"What are you doing?!" he yelled at the astromech in frustration.

Pryce glared at the droid, leaning back and swiftly side-kicking Chopper in his barrel chest before he reached her. Chopper squawked, teetering and skidding, trying to slow his momentum.

Kallus grit his teeth, pressing his back to the supply crate. Blaster bolts pounded into his shelter, and hot sparks dropped across his shoulders. He looked over the edge.

AP had been driven behind the nearest docked TIE fighter by the firefight. Ezra hadn't moved from where he'd fallen. Pryce was yelling into her comlink for reinforcements. Loud thumps were coming from behind the locked hanger door. And there were two more troopers on the ramp of the recently-docked shuttle.

Wonderful.

There was a clattering sound as Pryce threw her comlink, apparently discovering the ship's lack of comm radio. Furious, she grabbed up a fallen blaster and joined the fray herself, pressing in with her two guards beside her.

Shots ripped through the crate, puncturing out the other side. Kallus scrambled away, fingers scratching at the floor to find enough purchase to get up.

Flushed from his cover, with the troopers rushing him, Kallus went on the offensive instead of remaining a sitting womp rat. He threw himself into the trio's midst, swinging for Pryce first.

She ducked under his fist and nailed him in the gut. Kallus felt the breath leave him and he stumbled back, holding his stomach.

Damn... He'd forgotten how strong she was.

The troopers had hold of him in moments, but Kallus twisted out of one's grip, slashed his arm in a hard chop to the man's neck. He went down, and Kallus turned his attention to the remaining guard.

He had to hurry; the other two from the shuttle were rushing across the room towards them, and the hanger door was starting to burn down the center from an electrosaw. Kallus could see Chopper and AP-5 teaming up to shove a large crate in front of it and block the opening.

He grappled with the Stormtrooper, jabbing sharply at the man's shins, knees, stomach, acutely aware all the while that Pryce wasn't fighting him and was heading for—

Ezra turned his head with a groan. The firefight was dull cacophony in his muted, ringing ears, sounds blurring together in an incoherent mess. His whole body ached, heavy and sluggish when he moved. He blinked up from where he lay, struggling to focus his eyes.

There was a dark shape in the center of his vision and he stiffened, the breath catching in his throat as he registered short-cropped black hair and ice blue eyes burning from a woman in Imperial gray.

Ezra's heels kicked weakly, his palms and elbows scraped against the floor as he tried to move, tried to scramble backwards away from her. His limbs were like straws, unresponsive, no strength in them. Ezra fought the mud in his brain and the drugs in his system as she closed in, heaving up his torso with a burst of effort, swinging an arm around, turning himself over. His arm reached out pitifully as he tried to drag himself forward.

"Nnngggghh..." he groaned, the movement igniting painful fire in his gut.

It was a futile attempt. Pryce swooped in like a predator hawk, seizing his hair by the roots and dragging him up.

"A-Aaah!" Ezra cried.

Kallus's head whipped around at the sound, dismay on his features. He slammed the Stormtrooper in the chest with his shoulder, knocking him to the floor, kicking him square in the helmet to keep him down, reaching out a hand as Pryce jabbed the barrel of her blaster into Ezra's neck.

"Stop, stop!" he yelled.

Pryce froze with a look of smug satisfaction on her face, Ezra squirming weakly in her grip.

"Don't..." Kallus said, breathing hard. He couldn't believe he was about to plead with Pryce. "...don't hurt him."

"My..." Pryce said, as the troopers from the shuttle came up to flank her from behind, "... we have gotten sentimental, haven't we?"

Kallus dropped his arms in defeat. He didn't voice his other fear—that the device in Ezra's stomach might be sensitive enough to—

"It was a valiant attempt, Agent Kallus," Pryce interrupted his thoughts. "But your escape ends now." Her fingers tightened in Ezra's hair, twisting, making him wince. "You are going right back to Interrogation," she hissed in the boy's ear.

A stun bolt suddenly hit her from behind, square in her back. Pryce's eyes widened in shock, her body stiffening, tilting as she fell senseless.

Kallus rushed forward to catch Ezra, looking at the Stormtrooper who'd fired the stun shot in bewilderment.

The trooper removed his helmet, revealing a bearded face with scarred eyes, and Kallus's relief could have powered a starfighter.

"Jarrus..." he breathed.

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Chapter notes!

1. Kallus used the Persuasion Check "make Ezra out to be as innocent and helpless as possible". I mean, it would definitely work on me, so...

2. I always kind of appreciated the fact that just because Kallus switched sides he still wasn't a very nice character. He was still coldly calculating and manipulative and brutal. Hard to unlearn all his Imperial ways right off the bat. So some casual Stormtrooper murder because Kallus is ruthlessly effective like that.

3. ...Probably actually why Chopper likes him so much.

4. The tapestry myth Thrawn muses on is made up, but I tried to make it sound like something that could come out of Greek myth, a la the Gordian Knot, or Theseus in the labyrinth. The Chimera is also a creature from Greek myth. So yes, the parallels are deliberate.

5. Do not threaten Space Dad's kids. It will not end well.

Chapter Four is in the works, as I said, and will be finished soon.

#star wars #star wars rebels #spoilers #ezra bridger #agent kallus #grand admiral thrawn #prompt fics #fanfiction

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readbookywooks · 7 years

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“Yes,” said Esk. “Granny, about this wizard magic, it's all words -” “Always said it was,” said Granny. “No, I mean -” Esk began, but Granny waved a hand irritably. “Can't be bothered with this at the moment,” she said. “I've got some big orders to fill by tonight, if it goes on like this I'm going to have to train someone up. Can't you come and see me when you get an afternoon off, or whatever it is they give you?” “Train someone up?” said Esk, horrified. “You mean as a witch?” “No,” said Granny. “I mean, perhaps.” “But what about me?” “Well, you're going your own way,” said Granny. “Wherever that is.” “Mmph,” said Esk. Granny stared at her. “I'll be off, then,” she said at last. She turned and strode off towards the kitchen entrance. As she did so her cloak swirled out, and Esk saw that it was now lined with red. A dark, winy red, but red nevertheless. On Granny, who had never been known to wear any visible clothing that was other than a serviceable black, it was quite shocking. “The library?” said Mrs Whitlow. “Aye don't think anyone cleans the library!” She looked genuinely puzzled. “Why?” said Esk, “Doesn't it get dusty?” “Well,” said Mrs Whitlow. She thought for a while. “Aye suppose it must do, since you come to mention it. Aye never really thought about it.” “You see, I've cleaned everywhere else,” said Esk, sweetly. “Yes,” said Mrs Whitlow, “You have, haven't you.” “Well, then.” “It's just that we've never - done it before,” said Mrs Whitlow, “but for the life of me, Aye can't think why.” “Well, then,” said Esk. “Ook?” said the Head Librarian, and backed away from Esk. But she had heard about him and had come prepared. She offered him a banana. The orang-outan reached out slowly and then snatched it with a grin of triumph. There may be universes where librarianship is considered a peaceful sort of occupation, and where the risks are limited to large volumes falling off the shelves on to one's head, but the keeper of a magic library is no job for the unwary. Spells have power, and merely writing them down and shoving them between covers doesn't do anything to reduce it. The stuff leaks. Books tend to react with one another, creating randomised magic with a mind of its own. Books of magic are usually chained to their shelves, but not to prevent them being stolen .... One such accident had turned the librarian into an ape, since when he had resisted all attempts to turn him back, explaining in sign language that life as an orang-outan was considerably better than life as a human being, because all the big philosophical questions resolved themselves into wondering where the next banana was coming from. Anyway, long arms and prehensile feet were ideal for dealing with high shelves. Esk gave him the whole bunch of bananas and scurried away amongst the books before he could object. Esk had never seen more than one book at a time and so the library was, for all she knew, just like any other library. True, it was a bit odd the way the floor seemed to become the wall in the distance, and there was something strange about the way the shelves played tricks on the eyes and seemed to twist through rather more dimensions than the normal three, and it was quite surprising to look up and see shelves on the ceiling, with the occasional student wandering unconcernedly among them. The truth was that the presence of so much magic distorted the space around it. Down in the stacks the very denim, or possibly flannelette, of the universe was tortured into very peculiar shapes. The millions of trapped words, unable to escape, bent reality around them. It seemed logical to Esk that among all these books should be one that told you how to read all the others. She wasn't sure how to find it, but deep in her soul she felt it would probably have pictures of cheerful rabbits and happy kittens on the cover. The library certainly wasn't silent. There was the occasional zip and sizzle of a magical discharge, and an octarine spark would flash from shelf to shelf. Chains clinked, faintly. And, of course, there was the faint rustle of thousands of pages in their leather-bound prisons. Esk made sure no one was paying her any attention and pulled at the nearest volume. It sprang open in her hands, and she saw gloomily that there were the same unpleasant types of diagram that she had noticed in Simon's book. The writing was entirely unfamiliar, and she was glad about that - it would be horrible to know what all those letters, which seemed to be made up of ugly creatures doing complicated things to each other, actually meant. She forced the cover shut, even though the words seemed to be desperately pushing back. There was a drawing of a creature on the front; it looked suspiciously like one of the things from the cold desert. It certainly didn't look like a happy kitten. “Hallo! Esk, isn't it? H-how d-did you get h-here?” It was Simon, standing there with a book under each arm. Esk blushed. “Granny won't tell me,” she said. “I think it's something to do with men and women.” Simon looked at her blankly. Then he grinned. Esk thought about the question a second time. “I work here. I sweep up.” She waved the staff in explanation. “Inhere?” Esk stared at him. She felt alone, and lost, and more than a little betrayed. Everyone seemed to be busy living their own lives, except her. She would spend the rest of her life cleaning up after wizards. It wasn't fair, and she'd had enough. “Actually I don't. Actually I'm learning to read so I can be a wizard.” The boy regarded her through his damp eyes for some seconds. Then he gently took the book out of Esk's hands and read its title. “Demonylogie Malyfycorum of Henchanse thee Unsatyfactory. How did you think you could learn to r-read this?” “Um,” said Esk, “Well, you just keep trying until you can, don't you? Like milking, or knitting, or . . . .” Her voice faded away. “I don't know about that. These books can be a bit, well, aggressive. If you d-don't be careful they start reading you.” “What do you mean?” “T-they ssss-” “- say -”said Esk, automatically. “- that there was once a wwww-” “- wizard -” “- who started to r-read the Necrotelecomnicon and let his m-mind wwwwww-” “- wander -” “- and next morning they f-found all his clothes on the chair and hhis hat on t-top of them and the b-book had -” Esk put her fingers in her ears, but not too hard in case she missed anything. “I don't want to know about it if it's horrid.” “- had a lot more pages.” Esk took her fingers out of her ears. “Was there anything on the pages?” Simon nodded solemnly. “Yes. On every sssingle one of ththem there www-” “No,” said Esk. “I don't even want to imagine it. I thought reading was more peaceful than that, I mean, Granny read her Almanack every day and nothing ever happened to her.” “I d-daresay ordinary tame www-” “- words -” “- are all right,” Simon conceded, magnanimously. “Are you absolutely certain?” said Esk. “It's just that words can have power,” said Simon, slotting the book firmly back on its shelf, where it rattled its chains at him. “And they do say the p-pen is mightier than the sss-” “- sword,” said Esk. “All right, but which would you rather be hit with?” “Um, I d-don't think it's any use m-me t-telling you you shouldn't be in here, is it?” said the young wizard. Esk gave this due consideration. “No,” she said, “I don't think it is.” “I could send for the p-porters and have you t-taken away.” “Yes, but you won't.” “I just d-don't www-” “- want -” “- you to get hurt, you see. I r-really don't. This can b-be a ddddangerou-” Esk caught a faint swirling in the air above his head. For a moment she saw them, the great grey shapes from the cold place. Watching. And in the calm of the Library, when the weight of magic was wearing the Universe particularly thin, they had decided to Act. Around her the muted rustling of the books rose to a desperate riffling of pages. Some of the more powerful books managed to jerk out of their shelves and swung, flapping madly, from the end of their chains. A huge grimoire plunged from its eyrie on the topmost shelf - tearing itself free of its chain in the process - and flopped away like a frightened chicken, scattering its pages behind it. A magical wind blew away Esk's headscarf and her hair streamed out behind her. She saw Simon trying to steady himself against a bookshelf as books exploded around him. The air was thick and tasted of tin. It buzzed. “They're trying to get in!” she screamed. Simon's tortured face turned to her. A fear-crazed incunable hit him heavily in the small of the back and knocked him to the heaving floor before it bounced high over the shelves. Esk ducked as a flock of thesauri wheeled past, towing their shelf behind them, and scuttled on hands and knees towards him. “That's what's making the books so frightened!” she shrieked in his ear. “Can't you see them up there?” Simon mutely shook his head. A book burst its bindings over them, showering them in pages. Horror can steal into the mind via all the senses. There's the sound of the little meaningful chuckle in the locked dark room, the sight of half a caterpillar in your forkful of salad, the curious smell from the lodger's bedroom, the taste of slug in the cauliflower cheese. Touch doesn't normally get a look-in. But something happened to the floor under Esk's hands. She looked down, her face a rictus of horror, because the dusty floorboards suddenly felt gritty. And dry. And very, very cold. There was fine silver sand between her fingers. She grabbed the staff and, sheltering her eyes against the wind, waved it at the towering figures above her. It would have been nice to report that a searing flash of pure white fire cleansed the greasy air. It failed to materialise .... The staff twisted like a snake in her hand and caught Simon a crack on the side of the head. The grey Things wavered and vanished. Reality returned, and tried to pretend that it had never left. Silence settled like thick velvet, wave after wave of it. A heavy, echoing silence. A few books dropped heavily out of the air, feeling silly. The floor under Esk's feet was undoubtedly wooden. She kicked it hard to make sure. There was blood on the floor, and Simon lay very quietly in the centre of it. Esk stared down at him, and then up at the still air, and then at the staff. It looked smug. She was aware of distant voices and hurrying feet. A hand like a fine leather glove slipped gently into hers and a voice behind said “Ook,” very softly. She turned, and found herself staring down into the gentle, inner-tube face of the librarian. He put his finger to his lips in an unmistakable gesture and tugged gently at her hand. “I've killed him!” she whispered.

#EqualRites

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damejanai · 3 years

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Dameraji

2020.12.02

S: Today...

K: Ou

S: I was at the same job as kaito kun before this, which was unusual

K: Mmm

S: This is a continuation from what we were talking about just now but...

K: Mmm

S: I went to rewatch Dame x Prince

K: Oh!

S: Well... that show was crazy in a good way

K: Totally unthinkable right

S: You know, totally, i wanted to watch some comedies, and, i don't really rewatch the ones i was casted in but totally you know... episode 1..Nareku, who is voiced by Kaito kun

K: Mmm

S: Started doing ad-libs all the way

K: Right?

S: Hngh! Hngh! Hngh! Aannn! uuun!

K: That's totally un actor-like

S: You just went ahead and did it right? *laughs*

K: Hahahaa

S: Nobody asked for...

K: Since he was moving so much, as an actor, that's totally a sign for me to do something right?

S: Totally.. well, i, you know, I hope you take my words seriously but, Nareku was so funny

K: Right?

S: Hahahhaha, so pure!!

K: Hahhaa, well it's not only me who created Nareku

S: Well well yes, it was totally, i want to do it again, with that team

K: Well but it won't have a second season, probably

S: Don't say that!

K: No but! those who have watched it would understand, the story had closure

S: That's true

K: The princes also matured. Amongst the comedy, the princes had growth

S: True...

K: Are we able to... return to that? Hahahahaa

S: I.....will i be able to do Ryuze?

K: ....Ehhh you can!

S: well.....nanodesu (high pitched)

K/S: HAHAHAHA

K: You did it!

~~~

Script: The streets are slowly beginning to look like Christmas eh?

K: Roppongi, or rather Keyakizaka? That area is totally..

S: *giggling*

K: Ah!!

S: Stop it! Stop it! I have recalled it!

K: I remember now!

S: For the details, please refer to... it's already in the archives? no?

K: But it was like from last year end, or the beginning of this year

S: Those who are able to listen please do...I too was... two men alone...what are you looking at? stop it stop it

K: It's still flashing...

S: Stop it! seriously... come on..

K: It was from then on right?

S: Stop it stop it, Recently you know... this is not good! like... i think this was my fault but... what was it about "from then on"

K: From then on, we began, right?

S: AHHHHH! WAhhhhh!! Ever since you started YouTube, you unlocked that kind of thing

K: AHahhahaa no no, what began was that I started driving Soma s-..... *giggle*

S: Hahahahahaa Oi! You don't have to do year-end tax adjustment for that too!

K: Oops, nothing's.. different

S: You know... I.... stop it? While doing Dameraji, the way we do radio has changed also?

K: Uh-huh

S: So, over there, when we spill our hearts out.. it has.. the buddy relationship has deep---*giggle*

K: I wonder why.... we... everyone has been saying that about us from the beginning..

S: Well well yeah

K: We being a pair, well regarding that, there was also a time when it was toned down...

S: There was, totally

K: Me especially

S: Well well, because of that, it became like, we should distance ourselves more.. right?

K: Stopped going for drinks, and stuff, well in times like these, more so, but it started even before this happened

S: Yes yes

K: I want to have a drink now! (together)

S: Me too, totally, shall we? Like before the year ends.. For Christmas?

K: Shall we? HAHAHA

S: Wahhhh, like, we are craving something

K: Craving.... no, we want to throw something away i think

S: Hahaha

K: This is bad, Okay! So the business talk shall end here

S: Hahahaha

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~Fanclub~

S: * Talking a bout how the space FC is 440yen per month*

K: Wait a minute, is that price okay for you?

S: We thought about it over and over

K: That's unacceptable! come on! That many services and that price... makes my membership quality seem lower

S: Don't cut in before i'm done with this email, geez

K: But anyway, your FC is finally starting

S: Until now, i've done one concert, so from now on, if i am going to have concerts, or release CDs, we'd like to give fanclub members priority, and we also wanted somewhere to communicate with fans, so decided on the name, "space".

It's the pace of S

K: Oh, "space" doesn't mean that there is a space in between huh

S: No no no, the name of the FC is "space". When I/we thought of it, i realised that it could have different meanings. Like Soma Saito's space, or a space for everyone, or outer space

K: Space right?

S: So decided on this name, it would be great if it is a space created by everyone

K: Nice~

S: But it is still in the works... we will be trying different things so the contents might be changing. I felt that this one song a day recommendation, is quite amazing

K: Yea it is amazing totally, what's recommend?

S: *giggles* Um, like a song a day depending on my mood, or a book, everyday

K: Are you serious?! Crazy

S: This is totally....Well to make it a place where you would want to visit everyday

K: Wow... amazing! amazing! Wait wait can you list out the services you're providing again

S: Mail magazine, one recommendation a day, one person radio with video, and also, bonuses

K: Well, and also you're going to think of new things from now

S: Yes

K:....... That overlaps with mine

S: Wwww well there's one email here too, Ishikawa kaito has started membership on his YouTube channel

K: And also actually I also have an FC ahahaha

S: Who would have thought, this is a coincidence right

K: Well you know, when i saw the news that Soma san was going to launch his fanclub, i was actually already in midst of creating mine but, i panicked, and panicked, i thought, oh no!

S: Hahahahaa

K: And posted a video quickly

S: So, like i've heard alot about how Kaito kun was going to have membership on his channel, right?

K: Umm

S: Then i said, ooh this would be good too right... and stuff, while behind the scenes, i was actually planning my FC

K: And also like, you know our services overlap too

S: Hahahaa, what will you be doing?

K: I will be holding live streams every month for members, well probably it'll be like 2-3 times per month

S: Amazing!

K: Livestreams where i just talk casually. And on YouTube "community", i will be writing stuff that happened, like a blog, and also after events or event streamings, i have done some already, i would quickly film my reflections/comments on the events and just upload them

S: Ahhh i guess well you have the chance to talk about those on radio sometimes but everyone would be interested to listen to Kaito kun's feelings about your events right?

K: Yes yes, so i thought, "recommendations huh?"

S: Well well well, that would be a total rip-off wouldn't it

K: Everyday...

S: But for me, it's contradicting but, i have a lot of jobs where i have to write now, but, i'm a poor writer

K: Ooooh

S: Like, i feel that it is hard to write

K: Well because you have too many options

S: Don't know if it's that but, i was thinking about whether i would be able to continue my blog properly. Well but if people were to be paying for the fanclub and the writings are not that good, that wouldn't be ideal so i thought, maybe i could recommend something different everyday

K: I'm so afraid now hahahaa

S: Ishikawa san's membership, is it a monthly payment?

K: Yes.. i wonder how much it was but, i made it really cheap

S: Ahhh

K: I searched up the services and prices of the memberships of other YouTubers, and made mine around the middle quality type of services, and the price low. I am not doing music as well, so the videos i upload might not be viewed as "highly priced" and that would feel horrible so

S: Ahhh, true...

K: And I manage the YouTube myself so, when i have guests over, i might need, outfits and stuff

S: Uh huh..

K: Or certain equipment.. like if we were to be playing games together, I would need to buy the game so... the membership fees would go to that

S: Wow... that's awesome~~ When... shall i go?

K: So, what shall we do?

S: Wwwwww what kind of ... what kind of reaction is that?

K: I thought of asking Soma san on the channel, well we did one story reading before

S: Yes

K: So i do want you to come but, i can't think of anything to do!

S: Come on come on, you're saying that there's nothing to do, in front of me?

K: Coz, we could just do it here

S: Ahh, we should differentiate it from this, things we can do that are not done on Dameraji

K: Yes, if it's the both of us, it'll inevitably be this

S: Hahhaaa, i wonder what...?

K: What, reminisce about "Zankyou no Terror"?

S: wwwww

K: Hahahhaa

S: "AAHHHHHH!! Remember, us" ah that's nine's line

K: Why are you snatching away my line

S: I was already shot before that

K/S: AHHHHHHH

S: Dun dun dun, dun dundun!

K: Ahhh cries~ cries~, Those who have not watched "Zankyou no terror," please do!

S: And well i really want to go on your channel, and i've already told my agency about this

K: Really? Ahh but your manager was nodding just now

S: Yes so it's safe to say that, it's approved already

K: Oooooh, ok so next i'll think about, what we are going to be doing

S: Shoudn't it be opposte?

K: Yess

S: Let's discuss then

K: Let's discuss, we have an expert here too

S: Won't that be Dameraji then!

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~Dameraji photo studio~

Topic: Take a photo where the two photos would look like they're part of one photo

#dame janai radio #dameraji #saito soma #ishikawa kaito

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