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The Meyers Diaries -
The Meyers' family is a scattered family that only shares one trait: falling headfirst into problems.
An heiress in over her head, a freshly-graduated archaeology intern in Egypt, a transplanted community college graduate, the sweetest crime boss you could ever meet, a young woman running a cross-country horse race in her dead brother's name, an unassuming bookstore owner, and a world-famous dirtbike racer.
These are their stories, welcome to the archive.
This is a MASSIVE series two years in the making, on its last few chapters before completion!
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A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E -
Michaela 'Mickey' Angelo is a former Canvas Town childhood abandonee turned Cleaner. Her only mission in life, make sure the people she loves are never left alone, and make sure all of Cleaner HQ is happy, safe, and together, just like the family she always dreamed of.
What happens when their newcomer is the target of someone very close who wants the opposite?
A Gachiakuta fanfic featuring an original cleaner character navigating her own mental health blockades, only exacerbated by Tamsy motherfucking Caines :)
Passive Tradition -
Zhao Ling Xi is a Chinese sorcerer descended from disciples of Dhruv Lawkdawalla , and Jujutsu High Alum who became a famous gyaru model after graduation. However, after the tragic death of Geto Suguru, she rejoins the fray to help keep everything from crumbling, and to ensure the world of sorcery stays balanced. Too bad Itadori Yuji just ate Sukuna's Finger.
A collection of one-shots following Zhao Ling Xi, a jujutsu sorcerer with a prestigous family line, technique that predates the King himself, and most hilariously, a binding vow that requires her own pacifism.
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In true Meyers fashion, Melanie sees something she really shouldn't, as her past begins to weave itself into a much more complicated and deadly tapestry.
Chapter 4/12
Code 909: Security Level 4. Abnormality detected in the visitor area-
“Shit.” Melanie whispered as she hugged the wall of the visitor area, trying to remain out of sight of the cameras. Almost as fast as she had found them, Melanie dropped the books back in the library and made her way to the visiting wing with the Stand Diary. Hopefully having that would clue Jotaro Kujo into who she was. She needed to speak to him, needed to know what was going on with her sister and with Jade, and what it meant that she was in danger now, too.
She heard the radio chatter of the approaching officers and slid further behind the corner she was concealed by. The very first step was to figure out which room Jolyne was in, and keep the guards off of her and her father.
No doubt something happened. It had been far too long with radio silence about the duo. A code 909 meant containment breach. That meant that the two were either about to leave, or had already left Green Dolphin.
She brought the attached microphone on the headphones up, “All officers to visitation wing B, we have a fight between two inmates!” She lied over the guard radios. Hopefully a fight was enough to pull as many guards as she could away from her target. the direction they came from meant that was the direction Jolyne and her father had gone in, which meant that was the direction she needed.
"Again? Seriously! These tweakers are always going nuts when we got more exciting shit happening!"
"Go throw 'em in solitary and get back here if you wanna try and stop a prison break, then!"
Try and stop, perfect. These idiots just told her that they weren't out yet.
With one hand, Melanie pressed a headphone into her ear to focus back on listening to nearby radios.
Come in-
An abrupt stop to the feed. Melanie stared at the badge number on the frequency with wide eyes, because there was one more sound that raised a flag in the back of the crime boss's mind. It was a single shot from a glock. A nicer one too, with a long silencer based on the sound and the short span between the shot and the disconnection. It was fired from close range too, with how quick the signal was cut. While faint, it was still audibly different from the familiar crackle of radio static to the trained ear.
Lucky for Melanie, she dealt in guns.
After a few seconds of contemplation, Melanie realized with a start: Someone else was in the prison, armed. Jolyne didn't seem the murdering type, and if he had a stand why would Jotaro Kujo use a gun to murder a guard? Melanie knew it, there was a third, or rather fourth, party privy to this jailbreak. She bounced a few times on the balls of her feet, before pocketing CCB and sprinting down the visitor hallway. That was the game here, it was obvious now, Jotaro Kujo wanted to bust Jolyne out, and they're new visitor wanted to either help them out or stop that from happening. He was leading her away from the central prison, she could tell by the radio frequencies dropping out of her range, however she knew the person who wanted to help or stop them would be following, too.
The dense complex began to taper as they got further toward the shore, the frequencies she could access diminished rapidly until there were only random straggling guards looking for the escaped inmate. The evasion of these guards was easy, they were far too busy looking for Jolyne to do anything about Melanie. Melanie was also too busy thinking about the implications of this prison break.
If Jotaro Kujo left this prison, there was no way she would figure out what the hell was happening. She would lose them, Jade would lose her lead on Jotaro Kujo, and she would lose her chance to figure out what the hell was even happening. She had to find a way to keep him here, and get the answers she needed, before he skipped town with his kid.
Find Them! Deadly Force Authorized-
“Like hell-, All units, repeat, all units! Armed inmate spotted south of visitor block a!” Melanie yelled into the headphones, trying to find that dead guard and determine the location of the father-daughter team. That dead guard had alerted before he was shot, so they likely were close in location. Once she found that guard it would be simple.
Suspect 1 Apprehended! Be on the lookout for a tall male-
The frequency came again, and Melanie slowed her pace. They got her.
Coming to a stop, she stared at her stand in silence. Her, meant they'd gotten Jolyne. Jotaro Kujo was either still here in the prison or had been required to leave her behind for now. That meant he'd either show up again or come back. There was still a chance she would get her answers, there had to be. There was no way Melanie was not going to get her answers.
Another shot with the silencer came from the other side of the hallway, just around the corner. The gunshot sounded the same as the one she had heard on the radio, so it had to be the third party she'd discovered. There, at the edge of the women's complex, they were too far for almost anyone to be hanging around save for guards actively searching for Jotaro Kujo. While this should have given Melanie some solace in that it was unlikely she'd find herself in shit for being here, that lack of presence meant she was alone to face whatever triggered the terrified chill she suddenly felt. It shot up her back and into her scalp like pure electricity, and spread through her veins like ice water. The exact same feeling Melanie got outside of the chapel.
“You were the only one who knew my true identity. And it just so happened, you were the one that murdered that guard.”
The voice was deep, menacing. It was pure evil. She had never heard it from a guard before, surely she'd remember someone who sounded like that. She slowly raised CCB. No radios, no frequencies. Abosultely nothing to be heard. It wasn't a guard at all.
With a nervous bite of her lip she slowly and carefully walked down the hall, noticing a gate that had been busted to hell. Star Platinum had to have done that. That stand was one of the strongest in the entire book, a little metal gate would be the least of his worries.
She approached, keeping her footsteps as quiet as she could to hear the voice continue to speak, trying desperately to remember where she had heard it before.
“To be able to communicate an idea… Jotaro himself said what a wonderful thing it was. And he was right.”
Melanie finally made it to the edge of the gate, and slowly poked her head around. The dead body of a guard with long white hair lay before her in a pool of his blood, but what made her whole body tense was the entity that manifested feet away.
It was pale, covered in letters and wearing a strange black mask. It held two discs in its hand too. Melanie took the sight in for a few seconds, before, to her horror, the pale eyes of the stand met hers.
She quickly slid back behind the wall and ran away, without looking back. Something in Melanie's bones told her that whatever that entity was, it was dangerous. At least, it could have been her bones, or it could have been the pictures of a man and a stand on the discs the entity held.
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“Polnareff, can you please --woah!” Christine Meyers grabbed the little 3 year old girl who was running around her home, taking the scissors from her hand.
“Melanie?! I told you not to run with these, why do you have them?!”
Melanie stared at her half-sister with wide, gold eyes, almost perfectly mirroring her own, before reaching for the scissors again. Christine set them on the kitchen counter and lifted the little girl up with a grunt. She was getting heavy, a good sign. The girl whined and reached for the object, kicking her little feet and balling her hands into fists, but Christine didn't budge on the confiscation, instead handing the toddler her own glasses to occupy herself with.
“I'm a little busy!” Polnareff yelled from upstairs, and Christine groaned, “There's a 3 year old running around with your scissors, you were supposed to be keeping an eye on her!!”
"How do you know they're mine?!"
"Your name on the handle!"
There was a pregnant silence, before the Frenchman continued to yell.
“How was I supposed to know she took them off my desk?!” The man yelled back down, and Christine scoffed, “Say that again, but slower!”
There was no response, and the archeologist pulled her hair back from her face in exasperation. A string of French swear words left her lips as she carried the young girl back into the living room where she was supposed to have stayed. The living room of their shared home in Paris was cluttered with toys and books, while the dining table that overlooked it was cluttered with stand documents and artifacts from all over the world. When they had returned from Egypt, they had become a team, dedicating their lives to figuring out the secret of these stand arrows, and making sure nothing like Dio could ever crop up again. Polnareff focused in Europe. Jotaro focused in Asia. Christine had taken the Americas, at the recommendation of Joseph Joestar. 2 years prior, Melanie's mother had asked Christine to babysit her, because she was very ill. However everyone had underestimated the severity of the disease, so the toddler had stayed much longer than planned.
The two seasoned stand users had become unlikely parents to the little girl, good friends working together to hopefully keep this little one, and their own lives, afloat. Especially after Polnareff's return from Italy.
He had been severely injured, and returned home to his friend in a wheelchair, after pursuing an Italian mafia boss, a stand user with connection to the arrows, like them. While Christine had remained in Paris, in an attempt to give Melanie normalcy, Polnareff was out risking life and limb.
“I don't appreciate that tone!”
Christine groaned and set Melanie down on the couch, “Of all of the people I had to saddle myself with after Cairo…” She muttered, and a small yellow snake perched itself atop her shoulder, hissing just as angrily as his user.
“Christine, when does your flight to Cairo leave tomorrow?” A voice asked, descending the stairs slowly accompanied by the whirr of a chairlift.
“9 AM. I've left Melanie's schedule and a list of her favorite foods on the refrigerator for you.”
She could hardly stay mad at the man. After all-
“Ah! Melanie let me get into the chair!”
"Non, j'ai besoin des ciseaux magiques!"
Melanie loved him even more than Christine did. And it seemed that he loved her just as much. Hopefully Melanie, even when she returned to her mom, would visit often. Christine certainly hoped so.
It was nice to see the fun side of her old friend once again. And it made her feel young and carefree again too. As if 1989 had never happened.
____
Weeks would pass with minimal events.
Jolyne was put in the punishment wing for what had happened. Melanie felt bad, but had to keep things moving. She needed to figure out where Jotaro Kujo had disappeared to, and now, where her books had gone. She had taken two hours to wander the grounds, evading guards and detection until she confirmed that Jotaro Kujo was not still here. After those two hours, dejectedly, she returned to the library after the incident, only to find out that Vampiric Power and Ritual, as well as one of Christine's books about a 1994 visit to Egypt had both been checked out of the library.
However, the guard running the place wouldn't disclose who had taken them. Normally she wouldn't care, it was just a book, but between that white thing that now haunted her every waking nightmare and the fact that both books were penned by her family, those books being missing together were a major red flag. Not to mention her prison number all over the Egypt book's checkout card. She left the library with a frustrated sigh. Melanie was worried. Incredibly worried. She'd never been this uneasy before, and there was lots to be uneasy about as a criminal kingpin.
The familiar weight of her stand wasn't much comfort, either. That small pink ipod was a reminder that she was now a massive, strobing target. A neon sign saying ‘Hey! Look at me! My lineage is responsible for the hopefully permanent death of an immortal vampire for whatever reason, twice now!’
She leaned against the prison wall and rubbed her temples, “This is getting to be too much.”
“Hey, Melanie.”
The girl looked over with a small frown. Ermes Costello. The woman she had spoken to a few weeks earlier about the pendant, the one with the stand arrow. Melanie scanned her up and down, trying to see anything amiss. Ermes had very obviously stolen that pendant and sold it without looking inside, but you could never be too sure, especially since it appeared that she and Jolyne were not the only ones with this power anymore.
“Ermes, right? What can I do for you?” Melanie dropped her hands from her forehead and put on a small smile, trying to come off as approachable as possible.
“You asked me about Jolyne Cujoh, that new inmate. Any idea where she is now?” Ermes asked, and the girl's smile fell. Was Ermes part of the problem?
“Solitary. She put her foot in it with a little escape attempt.”
She couldn't let on that she knew more. If Ermes was her enemy, then she could either have intel, need intel, or-
All prisoners report to the courtyard. Repeat. All prisoners report to the courtyard.
The intercom that blared near them triggered both women to put their hands over their ears. These guards never really seemed to think about public hallways and where they placed their speakers. And of course, the voice that came over the intercom only made that irritated feeling even worse.
“Great, it's time for a fuckass puppet show.” Melanie groaned, and Ermes let out a chuckle, “Great way to put it.”
The two looked at each other, and smiled a bit, before breaking into a round of raucous laughter that lasted a minute ot two. After it calmed down, and the tension dispelled, Melanie gestured with her thumb over her shoulder, "Lets get going before they notice we didn't show."
Ermes agrees, and the two women made their way out into the Florida heat, they were met by the guard they were dreading most. Melanie called him Bug-Eyes whenever she was forced to speak with him. He was truly awful, and that puppet did him no favors. She had many a nightmare of that puppet perched in the corner of her cell at night watching her.
As the entirety of the women's prison gathered around the stupid guard and his absolutely insane puppet, the picture became clear.
A community cleanup team had reported a dead inmate. They were brought out into the courtyard to be volun-told to join up with their search efforts, as a body search team.
Her gaze focused on Jolyne Cujoh, a few yards ahead of her. Surely Jolyne would want out of the prison grounds, if her dad was gunning so hard to break her out. The reasons were still unclear, but her hunch would be proven correct moments later.
“6 should work. Who's gonna volunteer?”
Melanie hesitated for only a split second, to see if Jolyne Cujoh raised her hand. And as her palm extended toward the sky, Melanie's hit the air at the exact same time.
___
“So the reason you're doing this is to find your dad?” Ermes asked incredulously, and Melanie decided now was the time to act. The grass crunched beneath her feet and wood groaned as she pulled away the door and stepped into the doorway of the small shed where Jolyne and Ermes were holed up.
Taken out into the farmland near the prison, the group had been hooked up with exploding chips and split up to find the dead body. It'd been an hour, and there was no luck within the swampy farming area. Though, Melanie wasn't really looking very hard, and clearly neither were her groupmates. She had noticed the two breaking from the group, and peeled away from the other prisoners to see exactly what was going on. And it was by a stroke of luck she did, as it seemed that Jolyne Cujoh and Ermes Costello were having a very interesting conversation about the subject of Melanie's search.
“So that's what that thing is? Whitesnake?” The woman interrupted while revealing her position. The two other inmates gasped and twisted to stare at the intruder that clearly had been listening the whole time.
“Hey! Why the hell are you listening in on our conversation?!” Jolyne yelled, and Melanie tossed her the brown leather book, not letting her say another word. Ermes stared in shock at Melanie, who seemed incredibly calm for hearing what she had just heard. When she looked over Jolyne's shoulder at Melanie's book, her eyes grew in size.
“I'm on your side. Your dad has answers I need about my family.” Melanie explained as Jolyne and Ermes flipped through the book in awe.
“These are all-” Jolyne whispered.
“Powers. Stands. Like the one you and Ermes have, because you both saw Whitesnake. I have one, too. So did my aunt, and my niece. And so did your dad. They're all in there.” She continued, and Jolyne snapped the book shut t the mention of her father.
“Why the hell do you have this? Who gave this to you?!” Jolyne questioned angrily, holding the book away from Melanie. Melanie didn't seem phased, instead crossing her arms.
“My niece, Jade. She's in Japan, worked with Jotaro Kujo. So did my older sister Christine, who wrote this thing, and was with your dad in Egypt.”
“So you're telling me you knew who my dad was the whole time? You've been following me so you could talk to him, like some kind of creep?!” An accusatory finger pointed at the kingpin, who simply shook her head.
“No. Jade warned me that something bad was going to happen around you, and that people with strange abilities would crop up around you, too. My job was to record it all. But then I started noticing a pattern in some names, and now your dad has some explaining to do. I'm not here to hurt you, I just want answers like you do."
Jolyne tossed the book back and huffed, “Well you can't exactly talk to him at the moment unless you're willing to go after that mushy guy by yourself.”
Ermes, who had been dumbfounded by the sudden appearance of Melanie, finally asked the question, “Is that why you asked me about that pendant?”
Jolyne looked over at Ermes with wide eyes, and then back at Melanie, who nodded again, “Yea. Jade and I figured out what was in it. It's how I got my ability, too. It cut me after you sold it to Gwess.”
The three stood in silence for a few seconds, before Jolyne brushed past Melanie, “I'm going to look for that tractor.”
The two users that remained looked at each other, before electing to follow Jolyne outside.
"You think she's a bit upset?" Melanie muttered while leaning closer to Ermes. Ermes leaned back, "Oh yea, she's pissed."
Jolyne didn't wait for the two to catch up.
After a few minutes, the three women ended up making their way to field of tomato plants, glancing around in search of anything looking remotely of interest, stand or cadaver related.
“You're looking for a tractor, huh?” Ermes asked with a mouth full of tomato. Melanie rolled her eyes at the table manners as Ermes continued, "Well, hate to break it to you but this is a farm, you're gonna find tractors around here.”
“Why exactly are you eating that? We're supposed to be searching for a dead body, and those make for great fertilizer so you could very well be eating corpse-tomatoes right now,” Melanie put a hand in her jacket pocket with a sigh, “Not to mention that asshole is gonna come around and rip you a new one for it.”
Ermes spat out her bite of tomato in disgust and glared at Melanie, "How the hell do you know that?"
Melanie shrugged, "Well, when the mafia decides-"
The two were stopped by Jolyne directing their attention to the distance.
“That storehouse over there.”
It looked old, run down. Like it hadn't been used in years. But something about it, Melanie had to agree that it was off. Her arms crossed over her chest as she stared at the building. There was a vibe to it that just screamed 'wrong'. The three took their time judging it, trying to determine if it was worth the risk of going in.
“You three sure look like you're having a grand old time over here!”
The supervisor. Melanie felt her eyes roll before she could stop them, and she turned around to look at the, “asshole on a stupid Vespa”, she muttered quietly.
“What do you think you're out here for, a picnic?! Cut the chit chat and get to searchin'!”
Before Melanie could respond, Jolyne spoke up, explaining that they were about to search the storehouse they had found. She walked away without much else, but Ermes still wanted a word with the officer.
“You were the one that made us chase you like dogs earlier. Seems like you're the one having fun.”
Ermes's tone was level, but threatening. The woman was clearly angry. Melanie chuckled a bit as the officer responded, “Hold it! Did you say something just now?”
Melanie decided to speak this time, as Ermes began to walk away, “Nothing to worry about. Just three inmates promising to search the grounds like good little dogs.”
Melanie joined the other two as they walked away, but not before sending a pointed look at the officer.
She'd have to have a word about him with her team later.
“Hey! Hold it! You think you run this prison? Who the hell do you think you are, looking down on me-” The young woman moved away form the attack without even thinking, sending the baton towards the wrist of Ermes Costello.
The metallic thunk was followed by rhythmic beeping, and Melanie's eyes widened. The exploding bracelets. She had assumed they were a bluff, to scare inmates into good behavior. But now, she had a sinking feeling that the detonators were real.
Melanie glared at the cop who was half-heartedly trying to convince a frantic Ermes that the assault was an accident. The change in her demeanor was obvious. Her shoulders rolled back. Her eyes didn't shine, and her face was now set in a frown, “You better fix your little mistake, guard boy.”
“It was a mistake, honest! Don't get too close or there's gonna be an even bigger problem!”
“Just make this thing stop before-”
“Boom!”
The guard pounced, and sent Ermes tripping and falling to the dirt.
Melanie turned to look, only to be met with the sight of Jolyne Cujoh's stand. It was incredible. A brilliant aquamarine being with green sunglasses, wielding light blue strings. It pulled a leaf from a nearby plant to break Ermes's fall, but Melanie couldn't care less about the action.
That was why Christine and Jade had asked her to catalog them. They were illogical, impossible beings. Far more impressive than her iPod.
“Oh dear, stop panicking Ermes! That fall could have been real bad.”
Melanie had to give her props. Jolyne Cujoh was one quick thinker, and even faster at finding ways to stick it to guards.
Her gaze shifted from the two women to the guard before her.
“About your benefits you get from my syndicate.”
_____
“That tractor. Same shape, same number as the one from the disc's recording.” Jolyne said.
The three had entered the storehouse, along with two other random inmates, and Jolyne and Ermes stopped Melanie immediately, explaining just what they had needed to find. The guard had opted to leave them to their search after some persuasion from Melanie in the form of a threat of call to his home at 6:42 that night.
Melanie's expression said it all. Discs that take stands and souls. She'd really dodged a bullet when she ran from that thing in the visitor wing. However is definitely was related to her current issue, she had seen that that being had Jotaro Kujo on the discs in the hall.
“So we take the tire off, we find the discs? Including Jotaro Kujo's?” The woman confirmed with her fellow inmates. Melanie shrugged again, and Ermes nodded once. the three grabbed onto the huge tire to try and pry it off the wheel.
As the guard announced the change in location from the farm to the marsh, Jolyne swore and began to pull. They didn't have much time to get the tire off. It was now or never.
“Jolyne, somethings wrong here.”
Melanie turned to look at Ermes, shifting her focus away from the tire and towards her new partner in stand investigation.
“Yea, big problem. If we don't take the tire off now, the guard is gonna move further away from us.” Jolyne tried pulling again, but Ermes didn't move, “That's not what I'm saying. The guard said 6 people would work fine, right. So why are there 7 of us here?”
Melanie tensed, turned around, and slowly counted the inmates from before. She knew of them all for the most part, random criminals and assorted thugs. One she knew a bit better than the others.
“Were there always… 7 of us?” The inmate asked, and the other three inmates all made a shocked noise. Another person had noticed.
“Atroe? You noticed it too? Any idea who the newcomer might be?” Melanie stepped closer to the inmate she vaguely remembered meeting briefly once before.
“Not really… and I might just be mistaken… besides it doesn't really matter…” She spoke, and Melanie sighed. Now she remembered this girl. She had to take a couple bullies off her back a few times. The girls that targeted Atroe here were annoying, Melanie happily knocked them down a few pegs in some carefully curated scams that drained their commissaries.
“I can vouch, she's been with me the whole time. You volunteered because your bullies didn't come along, right?” Another inmate asked, and Melanie sighed, “Doesn't matter right now, we really should-”
Her thought was halted abruptly by the beeping from the cuff on her wrist. Melanie swore, “Well shit now we need to move, where'd he go?!”
“It shouldn't be that far!” Jolyne exclaimed, not understanding why the guard had gotten so far away from the entire group, before the answer was made crystal clear in the form of a blood-covered vehicle. That lacked a driver. Something had grabbed him off his quad.
“I think I know. The guards body is getting pulled further away from where we are!” Jolyne hit the nail on the head, and another inmate spoke up, “Everyone we gotta find that body! Wherever it is its more than 50 meters away!”
6 of the inmates split up and moved forward frantically into the marsh. However Atroe lagged behind, hesitating.
Melanie turned, “Atroe we need to go!”
“Guys this is really bad! The beeping is getting really fast!” The inmate exclaimed, and Melanie didn't have time to bark an order before Atroe was unceremoniously blown to shreds in a fireball.
The kingpin's eyes widened as every inmate stared at the carnage before them. The detonators were real. And they were all in a heap of trouble.
How can you find what has been lost if you do not even attempt looking?
!THIS FANFIC CONTAINS GACHIAKUTA MANGA SPOILERS!
“Bear with me for a moment.”
Mickey felt a relieved grin split her face before she could stop it. Tamsy's instrument was one she got to work with often, and it always led to fun results. Especially when the trash beasts began to get too big to handle alone.
She shook her poms and looked at Delmon with the same, newly invigorated smile.
It was unspoken. The plan was pretty much locked up immediately with the activation of Tokushin. All Zanka and Mickey had to do was avoid the-
“Net.”
The two ducked down as the ropes from Tokushin flew forward. And within seconds, the blue ropes Mickey knew all too well had ensnared them all in a massive, blue web.
With a satisfied hum, she stood back up and looked at Amo, who stared out at her captive army in unbridled, desperate rage.
“Thats… not playing fair…” the girl said quietly, before her voice got louder, “You messed up Amo's room with your rope stuff! Do something!!”
The cheerleader stepped forward, with a simple, “They can't. At least not with this anyway.” A blue pom rose to tap the ropes.
Both Zanka and Mickey were much more relaxed now, knowing the heaviest of hitters outside of Mickey couldn't move much within the ropes.
“My net is rather insidious. The more you move, the more it tightens. I really didn't want to do this, I thought the pain might snap everyone out of it but I guess I was wrong.” Tamsy's droll, bored explanation almost made Mickey giggle, but she held firm, watching Amo intently.
“You butthead! You wanted to try it so bad you tested it on your friends?!”
Now Mickey spoke, “Well… technically we already knew how it worked. Or at least I did. What was that you said about good memories again? Throwing me into the air with these to get the tallest trash beast on record for Team Eager is one of my favorites.” A grin split her face at the memory. The ropes snapping beneath her feet and tightening, sending her so high up she felt the air clear for a moment.
She went so high that day, she felt like she could touch the border.
For a few seconds the Cleaners believed they had the upper hand, until Amo spoke again, her tone laced with venom.
“It's surprising that you think that this is how to stop them. Nothing can stop Amo's fans, even if they tear themselves apart. And now, they're gonna have to.”
The mood shifted on a dime as the realization sank in.
“Wait, what?” Mickey turned with wide eyes to look at her friends ensnared in the net, struggling to break through the threads and get to them. Closest to her, Riyo. Genuinely the one she felt the most fear staring at.
“Now wait a moment Mickey, don't lose it yet. My Vital Instrument is a dis staff. I don't believe this girl here knows what that means.”
A moment of silence.
“Uh… Tamsy I don't either.” Mickey dropped her poms to her side and tilted her head. Zanka snorted at that, and Mickey shot him a glare.
“It's a tool used in the spinning of thread. That beign said, I suggest you duck.”
“What do you mean- woah!!” Mickey hit the ground as the ropes retreated, pulling their friends along with them into one massive spool of thread, wound together to make escape at the very least difficult. The blue amalgamation of Tamsy's ropes and Cleaners stood in the center of the room, proudly incarcerating those under Amo's influence.
“Oh wow!” She laughed, standing up again and shaking the dirt from her poms.
“That's not all. The psycho mind-control lady is now under our control.” He turned and gestured back, and Mickey and Zanka followed him to see Amo, now hanging upside down among the ropes not ensnaring their fellow Givers and Supporters.
“Now I think it's time you let your ‘fans’ go.” Tamsy drawled.
Mickey stood next to Zanka with a bright smile while he spoke, “And don't drag your feet. This situation is too surreal for my taste. Plus I don't like that I just kind of sat it out.”
Mickey punched his shoulder playfully, “Hey, don't say that. You helped!”
“It's true. Your presence added multiple enemies, and you were most intimidating.”
Mickey snorted at that response, and Zanka glared at her.
“Plus, calling her a cow really knocked her off her game.” He added, and Mickey let her laughter subside a bit before looking at Amo.
“Seriously. What is up here?” She muttered, approaching, “Why are you even doing this to us? We just came here to ask a question, we needed your help? Why try to hurt us?"
“Let me go… make him let me go! He's hurting me!” Amo spoke through grit teeth, and Mickey couldn't help but feel bad. Of course, though, it wasn't the influence of Amo this time. She knew it wasn't.
“Let me go! It hurts!!”
The cheerleader looked over at her dearest friend.
“Maybe… maybe we should let her go. We all have masks and she can't do much of anything with everyone incapacitated… Maybe she can even release everyone!” Mickey's eyes darted from Tamsy to Amo, nervous but also fearful for the captive little girl.
“Going soft on me now?” Tamsy spoke, not even looking at her, and Mickey shook her head, "No no! I just..."
The girl began to scream.
It was pure, bloody murder. It pierced her ears like needles, and Mickey covered them to try and drown out the noise. The other two Cleaners didn't seem to react.
Things were becoming chaos, quickly. The teammates Tamsy had caught were struggling once again with new resolve driven by Amo's screaming, Zanka was preparing himself for Delmon and the others to actually break the threads and launch at them. Mickey was so disturbed by the shrieking that she had been rendered a statue. It was pure discord.
Her loyalty slowly outweighed her overwhelmed actions and she prepared herself with Zanka to fight as well, lowering her hands from her ears. It hurt her soul, hurt every fiber of her being to do it, but something had to give.
“Well. If you want to murder us that badly…”
Mickey turned to Tamsy. The tone. The phrase. The grip he had on Tokushin.
“Who am I to stop you?”
Tokushin was lifted, and slammed into the stone floor.
Everyone froze, and could only watch as ropes began to spin. They spun faster and faster with every passing second, and finally at a speed that was dizzying to even Mickey, the threads drilled straight through the floor.
And the next floor. And the next.
And the next.
To the bottom.
It was deathly silent then.
Two sets of eyes stared down at the scattered remnants of Team Akuta and Eager. After a few seconds of horrified staring Zanka and Mickey chased after the group, carefully, but still quickly, making their way down to the ground one level at a time through the rubble.
Mickey was the first to make it, looking around in horror. Zanka followed very quickly after, standing next to her.
“Tamsy…” she whispered, surveying the damage. Blood. Everywhere. Some of her teammates she could see were injured but couldn't see the inflicted damage. Some injuries were painfully obvious, like the rebar sticking out of Rudo's stomach.
She looked up, as Tamsy dropped down and hit the ground a few feet from her and Zanka.
“Thank goodness that's finally over.”
That was all he had to say? He had destroyed the tower, tried to murder their entire team, he was lucky the Canvas Town visit had happened or they would have all been toast.
The destruction alone was too far.
She looked up at Amo, and her face fell into a glare instantly.
“That's what you get!! That's what happens when people don't just talk to Amo how Amo wants!”
The words she spoke echoed through the destroyed tower, and rang in the Cleaners’ ears.
Mickey took a deep breath, doing her best to remain as calm as she could. Amo didn't know that they had their little art projects. The whole crew had survived, but the sight of her teammates plummeting to earth through floor after floor had shaken her up. If they hadn't had the forethought to go to Canvas Town… if they hadn't found Remlin what would have become of the team?
Amo had manipulated everyone here on the ground now, had tried to take over her own thoughts, and pit the team against one another.
Her memories had been manipulated, and exploited. Or at least, attempted to be.
Tamsy's actions be damned, he had a reason for what he did. Meanwhile Amo…
What reason did she have? What purpose could this have possibly served outside of getting their attention-
With that realization, it all finally bubbled up and she ripped off her mask, “Hey!! I'd reel it back if I were you!! I can still come back up! Where do you get off?!” She yelled.
Amo looked taken aback, and so did Zanka and Tamsy. The three shared a surprised expression as the girl continued.
“You're not indestructible! You're just a little girl who wants to be seen! Trust me, I get it, but where the hell do you get the cajones trying to kill people that don't want to look at you?!”
Zanka attempted to step forward to say something, but he was immediately cut off by Mickey continuing her tirade.
“You're sick!! I can't stand people like you!! You want attention?! Earn it!! Make them look, give them a reason to look!!”
There was silence as Mickey's yells rang into the stone structure, echoing up until they reached the top.
“Damn Mickey…” Zanka muttered, and the blonde girl pointed one single pom at him, muttering a simple, “Stop talking.”
She shook her head vigorously, and just like a lightswitch, her happy, bubbly face was back.
She turned, “Everyone okay?!”
Everyone had slowly begun to move and get up, conveniently missing Mickey's little outburst.
It shocked even her, she had never cracked like that before.
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Mickey sat in the mess hall, hours later, alone. Just staring at her father's drawing.
The angel.
Amo had met the angel, witnessed it all firsthand. Her account was horrific, but the fact that her parents had been right outside to see the Angel had rocked her. The person who crossed the border, and went to the Sphere. Her parents had seen them, gone back to Canvas Town, and then vanished again.
The likely story was that they were dead out in Penta on another expedition, however Mickey knew better.
For her whole life her parents had been in and out of No Man's Land with little to no adverse effects. Even the pollution sickness never seemed to touch them. There was no chance they had died out there. They had to still be out there. Somewhere.
She just needed to get out there and find them.
Her inner monologue was interrupted by someone sitting in front of her.
“So, do you care to explain that outburst from earlier?”
“What outburst?” Mickey looked up from the drawing and smiled at Tamsy.
He raised a brow, but then directed his gaze back to the drawing.
“Clearly you're avoiding that, so let's discuss this instead. It seems she was telling the truth. I had thought it was deranged rambling however with this context it really is damning.” Her teammate gently turned the charcoal sketch to face him.
“But your parents are…”
Mickey slowly shook her head, “No. For years the ventured all over, and the pollution sickness never got them. They were always careful. They wouldn't suddenly be reckless. I think they're alive out there.”
Tamsy's expression was unreadable.
After a few seconds of silence, Mickey reached out and took the paper from him.
“I… I should show this to Rudo and Enjin. This proves Amo told the truth. There is someone out there who can travel between the Ground and Sphere, this is proof.”
Tamsy shook his head and placed his own hand on the paper to stop her, “I don't want to get Rudo's hopes up for no reason. This person is likely real, yes, but we are unsure of their motives. Let's not count our chickens before they're hatched.”
Mickey hummed and leaned back after letting go of the paper. Tamsy was right. But it bothered her. There had to be something she could do to help, especially now that she knew her own father had seen the subject of their investigation.
The signature on the bottom of the sketch caught her attention, and an idea struck her. She got an excited grin, “Well. My dad saw it, right? What if we just… ask him?”
The man in front of her stared at her as if she had grown a second head, but she continued, “If he's not dead, he can tell us what he saw. I just have to find him. I can go into Penta-”
Tamsy interrupted her, “No. You're not going into Penta alone. Your passion is admirable but that is suicide.”
Mickey shook her head furiously and placed her hands on the table in front of her while leaning forward, “I'll be fine! I’ll have my choker, and of course Dekiruyo. I'll take extra filters for my full face, if I really need it August could make me heavier-duty clothing to wear-” Mickey continued to ramble, and Tamsy just stared at her with something akin to irritation in his eyes.
He was right. Going into Penta alone was a suicide mission, even the most experienced Cleaners knew a solo No Man's Land trip was exceedingly dangerous. But Mickey held tight to the idea, eventually taking the sketch and running to her room to begin the planning.
She would go out into Penta alone, to find her parents, and bring them back to tell Rudo and Enjin what they saw. All she needed was permission from Corvus. And surely knowing what was going on, he would give it.
Amidst the culling game, we see an immovable object meet its unstoppable force: Higuruma Hiromi, the wise and fair lawyer, vs. Zhao Ling Xi, the righteous and non-violent sorcerer.
She’d been there. On Halloween.
October 31st, 2018, was a day Zhao Ling Xi could not erase.
Too much had happened. At 7:00, clothing in hand ready to change from her Family’s Buddhist robes into her Halloween costume for a magazine spread, the barrier came down. She was trapped inside.
Her first day returned to Tokyo since her family summoned her back. After her encounter with Sukuna, she had attempted to train Itadori Yuji, but was instead rapidly benched and drawn back home. She had returned for this modeling shoot, under condition that she would not contact the Jujutsu High Faculty.
She couldn’t contact anyone, now, though.
All cell-service was cut, and the crowd was too large and disoriented to let her pass through to the veil. There was nothing in here she could determine the proximity to, and since there were no threats, she was useless.
By 8:30, Ling Xi had made her way into Shibuya station, desperately trying to calm civilians down and assure them that everything was alright. It was chaos, despite the lack of a threat within. Right now, she needed to get to where the barrier originated, and find out what was happening. She had become a first responder, desperately trying to find someone, anyone that could hint to her what had happened.
She wished she hadn’t.
9:17. Something was wrong, the further in she went. There were so many people, it had to have been coordinated. She was unable to move further in by the time she came close to the Fukutoshin platform. And her answer comes to her in the form of figures she had seen weeks earlier. That patchwork curse, and his, now much more complete, energy were all over this station. The transfigured humans and low-grade curses were everywhere, and Ling Xi kept close hold to her energy as she hid on the staircase, trying to determine what exactly was happening while exorcising the low-grades as silently as possible.
She couldn’t fight them as hard as normal, something else was here.
And she could feel that someone she knew all too well had made it down there as well. While she had full faith in Gojo, she knew this scale would be challenging, even for him. Her task now was to warn everyone, see who had made it into the barrier and gather them to come help.
As she stared at the flood of people, curses, and corpses, she developed a plan.
And when she blinked, the platform she had been preparing to rush was cleared.
Followed by an abrupt cutoff of the energy she had been banking on the whole time.
From there, the night for Ling Xi became fuzzy, as she descended the stairs even more rapidly to figure out what had happened to Gojo, leaving her soul split behind a pillar on the 4th basement floor.
Despite the terror clouding her memory, though, she would forever remember feeling the cursed energy of Geto Suguru in that train platform.
The night goes fully blank after that. Blocked. As if her own brain refused to let her process what she had seen.
“That was the night I broke my binding vow, and finally began to drain my reserves of cursed energy.” Ling Xi explained to the man standing across the domain she had been trapped in.
There was one other, fleeting moment she remembered. She vividly, almost photographically remembered meeting Sukuna’s eyes one final time, before the devastation of a new version of Malevolent Shrine, one supercharged by the addition of new fingers, no doubt. That red energy she had previously seen was thick and heavy, much more than before. It was suffocating now, raw evil. Her panic. Her fear. Emotions she had suppressed for decades, caused one thing to happen that she would never forgive herself for.
“I could have preserved my vow to save those people. Instead I broke my vow to take a shot at Sukuna. I was selfish.”
Higuruma Hiromi stared at the woman clad in Buddhist robes with bleached blonde hair before him. Everything about her was a contradiction. Especially since her confession sounded like that of a guilty mass murderer. He wondered if she realized that she was not guilty of those deaths. The sorcerer adjusted his tie and cleared his throat. The huge looming shikigami behind him spoke,
“The charges that stand against you relate to the aiding and abetting of one Geto Suguru, in 2007.”
Ling Xi didn’t want to remember that night, where she was tasked with delivering a memo from her family, one calling for the expulsion and death of Geto Suguru that she did not deliver. Because that truly was the beginning of the end.
“Again. I was selfish. I had been so desperate to keep the balance, that my judgment was clouded to the true nature of my action.”
Higuruma frowned, “Your plea. What is it, then?”
“Had I delivered that memo, I would have been directly responsible for the death of Geto Suguru. I made a decision under duress. I am Not Guilty.”
Though in the pit of her stomach Ling Xi could feel it wasn’t true. She had failed to preserve the balance. Her two selfish actions, by saving Geto Suguru and by attacking Sukuna, she had become a fraud. Her impartiality was not impartial anymore. She’d lost everything. Her best friend was dead, her weapon was gone, the life she once knew was gone for good, she had abandoned her family, and her power dwindled with every point she gained.
81 of them, so far.
“Your name is Higuruma, yes? You do understand, that after so long being impartial, that impartiality becomes a burden.” She tilted her head.
“I do. Watching the world burn while you try to save it isn’t a weak man’s profession.” He agreed, and Ling Xi smiled sadly, “Then we both understand each other. You are not from this world, so you don’t know my burden. Like you are a bastion for the laws that govern Japan, I am a bastion that governs balance. We’re similar.”
“Did you know the location of Suguru Geto when you failed to deliver the letter?”
Ling Xi shook her head, “Yes. But I was never asked where he had gone. He was found days after I was tasked with delivery.”
“At any time, did you lie about his whereabouts, or contact him?”
Ling Xi shook her head again, “We did not communicate for seven years after that. He contacted me in 2014, regarding his religious endeavors. I did not respond.”
Higuruma Hiromi raised a brow, “Were you aware at the time of what the memo contained, when you were asked to deliver it.”
Ling Xi nodded, “Yes. I was aware. When I became head of the Zhao family upon receiving my Special Grade Status I overturned the writ of execution.”
The man ran his hands through his hair, “It seems that is enough. The verdict.”
The shikigami spoke again, and Ling Xi felt her breath stop.
“The court finds the defendant Zhao Ling Xi not guilty-”
The minute the words came, Ling Xi fell to her knees. Her long-handled whip held her up, and she shook violently as the domain recalled.
“Why are you here, your only crimes fall under the rules of this game. This charge was the weakest I’ve ever seen.” The man muttered from the other side of the building, and Ling Xi slowly collected herself. She stood, holding the Kirin Whip up.
“I’m here to destroy this game from within. I want to remove Kenjaku and Sukuna, and to fix this system that I allowed to break. What I said about impartiality earlier, that is how I ended up here. My impartiality. Perhaps, the only way to understand the balance we protect is to understand the feelings that allow it to be upset...”
Higuruma blinked.
When the woman had cornered him, immediately he had judged her. She looked exhausted, much like he did. Like her burdens weighed on her just as much as his own. Slowly, gavel in hand, he approached his opponent.
Ling Xi tightened her grip on the handle of her whip, watching every move he made as he crossed the room.
“I refuse to believe that humanity has any conviction left. Their souls are ugly, humanity is weak.”
What he said to her showed her everything.
Ling Xi sighed, “It is. Humanity and the lives we live are imperfect, we can never reach perfection. I’ve realized something, in speaking to you. I am not the leader my family needs yet. I have not understood those at their lowest yet. You’ve seen them, when there is nothing else for them. You have seen souls at their weakest, and you have seen souls at their strongest.”
She held out her whip at her side, “Please. Higuruma Hiromi, I would like to understand that. The lowest of lows, the highest of highs. I would like you to teach me how to judge them fairly.”
Higuruma stared at the outstretched metal-link whip with a brow raised, and Ling Xi continued.
“If we can fight, and you can best me, I’ll leave you to this game and I will not fight you if we encounter each other again. But if I beat you, then you have to help me understand your perspective. I believe that’s a fair deal.” The young woman smiled softly. She respected his view, desired to understand his all-consuming belief for humanity and what drove him to attempt to preserve it.
Ling Xi had an excellent point, the two had similar goals and both felt defeated in their execution. Perhaps the two could lean on each other to find the answers they sought.
Ling Xi lifted the whip and, without hesitation, charged at the lawyer across the room.
He reacted immediately, stepping to the side and using the gavel in his hand to knock the chain of the whip away from him. As the woman skidded to a stop on the other side, she yanked the long handle into two smaller pieces, twisting the detached end around her hand. The man lifted the gavel above his head, and when the handle extended, Ling Xi glared. He brought it down with a slam, and Ling Xi crossed the two halves of the handle to catch it with a groan.
It was heavy, much heavier than she anticipated, as she dropped to one knee. It threatened to crush her, as she struggled to maintain the weight, until she got an idea to escape this.
Her hand with the whip moved down, as the gavel moved with the weight shift, and she snapped the whip as hard as she could in his direction, sending a bolt of her own energy down it, to blow Higuruma back off his balance.
The ploy worked, and the heavy gavel finally fell away, letting Ling Xi stand and sprint toward him once again, whip trailing behind her. She felt invigorated, a rush she’d never experienced in her life. Her hand came up again, and the metal whip cracked, deafening the two fighters and distracting the lawyer long enough for a foot to meet his stomach.
He didn’t have time to sail backwards, as the whip grabbed his ankle and launched him the opposite direction, into the wall, almost exactly how she had done to that cursed spirit when she fought with Kento for the last time.
Zhao Ling Xi froze the second that crossed her mind.
Higuruma Hiromi noticed, and took his opportunity, throwing a gavel at her. Before Ling Xi could snap back to reality, it landed square in her chest, sending her flying back into the wall with a loud cry.
There was quiet for a moment, then a groan.
Despite the excruciating ache, though, Ling Xi got up. She slowly sat up from the caved-in wall and tightened her grip on her whip.
“You’re doing this for yourself, aren’t you?” She smirked. The man didn’t move, just watched.
“You’re being selfish. Why can’t I be selfish?”
Ling Xi laughed, quietly. Softly. That soft giggle turned into a sob.
“Whenever I am selfish, I lose. Satoru-senpai, Suguru-senpai, everyone else could be selfish. It’s not fair!” She yelled. Her whip hit the ground, and her knees followed suit.
“What if I admit it? What if I said that I was being selfish when I removed Geto Suguru’s death warrant from Zhao record? What if I said I knew exactly what he had done, what exactly was in that letter. Would you believe me, would you let me be selfish and go back to the one person who let me be selfish without seeing me as a hypocrite?!”
Zhao Ling Xi yelled, into the room, as loud as she could.
The girl drew in a shaky breath, “I’ve been a bastion of balance since I could speak. Even my acts of teenage rebellion were balanced with adherence to the code my family set forth. I never got the teenage romance I dreamed of. I never got the summers in the sun, I gave up everything for this life, only to lose everything I cared for.”
Higuruma Hiromi watched the girl’s breakdown in silence.
“Justice is selfish. It’s selfish to believe that you can determine what is balanced.” He finally spoke, and Ling Xi wiped her eyes, before looking at him.
“It’s selfish to call yourself a pillar of morality when the balance you crave means others have to die without reason. Do the sorcerers you kill deserve their deaths? Do you deserve life more than anyone else?”
Ling Xi felt like a child beneath their father’s harsh gaze, staring at the lawyer across the room as he lectured her.
“Being selfish is the one thing you are granted in a world full of people bent on destroying you.”
That statement made Ling Xi fully break down, crying into her hands while sitting on the rough wooden floor.
“I was selfish.”
“Legally, you were under duress. Article 37 1 of Penal Code. You prevented the death of Geto Suguru, you were aware of the contents of the letter, and what your family had asked for within the memo had no legal ground. While you were aware of the location, you prevented a more serious crime from occurring, and therefore you cannot be charged.”
“B-but… Shibuya…” She whimpered, and the man sighed, “You were protecting the masses by attempting to eliminate the threat.”
Ling Xi’s tear-filled eyes looked at the floor again, and she hiccuped.
“You have yet to be selfish.” He spoke, “In the legal profession, we do not let intense emotion cloud our judgment. That does not mean we do not feel intensely.”
And that was where the two came together.
“When you find him, or he finds you, he likely will win the fight. Not because you are weak, but because both of you are too strong for your own good. Please, remember that.”
As Ling Xi moved to leave the building, she stopped in the door to offer her new partner some advice.
“Oh, and remember the name Sukuna.”
After their fight, Higuruma Hiromi and Zhao Ling Xi began to work together, with similar goals. As Higuruma worked through his personal battles, Ling Xi used the combats to move closer and closer up toward Kenjaku.
Things had become complicated when she noticed names in the roster she was dreading, like Fushiguro and Itadori. But, they likely had the same goal. So if Higuruma killed either of them, it would raise an issue.
The man balked at her suggestion to remember a random name.
“Why would I need a name like that?”
She had chosen to tell him about Itadori Yuji, at least somewhat. How the kid was strong, and would probably want to take him out due to the amount of points he had. But Yuji was also persuasive. The kid could charm his way out of a wet paper bag, so if tasked with fighting Higuruma, he might be able to recruit him instead.
The woman laughed softly, “I promise you, it’s relevant.” She hesitated.
This life, this wasn’t what was supposed to be happening anymore. Her energy dwindled every day, drawing her closer and closer to the end of her sorcerer career and likely her life. She felt more and more of the repressed emotions of her youth every day, detaching from the religion she clung so dearly to and instead pushing her out into the world around her. With the realization of her detachment, came newfound attachments to her own feelings. Crushes she had tamped away, sadness she had bottled up, anger she had ignored.
When she looked at Higuruma Hiromi, she saw everything she had never felt, and with a cheeky smile, she tilted her head back. In their time speaking, Ling Xi had learned that judgment was never fair, it was always weighted by the person who had selfishly chosen to interpret the law. After so long without emotion, Ling Xi finally made a selfish judgment with her emotions for the first time.
A judgment of Higuruma Hiromi. His energy was noble, passionate, and shrouded in anger. But beneath it the energy was kind and compassionate, and stronger than she knew he believed. Her brain and upbringing told her of his good fortune, but her heart told her of something else.
“After this game is over, and if we both survive, we should get a coffee.”
She didn’t stay to watch his reaction, instead hauling her whip onto her shoulder and setting out into the streets of Tokyo.
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I'm crying I can't believe Disney is canonically more powerful than Rohan or any supernatural force in JoJo powerscaling with Hot Summer Martha
Not even evil supernatural Rohan could overpower Disney copyright
Low-key... When I initially read this I had no idea what this was about... But now that I have read Hot Summer Martha... THIS IS FREAKING HILARIOUS AND TRUE ALL AT ONCE. ROHAN COULD NEVER BEAT THE SHEER COPYRIGHT OF THE MOUSE XD. I can just imagine him punching the air rn
All my illustrations for my final project. We had the choice between creating a new brand, a pop up store for a pre-existing brand, or updating a pre-existing brand all together. Obviously, I proposed to my team that we do an original luxury brand. Given it was an online team situation, the aesthetic is a bit difficult to describe since there wasn't a perfectly cohesive understanding of the intended aesthetic. It would be better if I was able to illustrate the full runway idea and compare it to the inspirations I had in mind.
Also, I am overstimulated, and there is a dog barking right next to my damn face. Not ideal writing environment.
The brands name is "H.K. Fontaine" - H and K were the first initials of my team mates, and you know where Fontaine came from. We also used the fountain pen symbolism because the idea was a brand that "rewrites" history- what if, instead of being taken over by minimalist slop- luxury brands continued with the playful momentum of 90s RTW collections?
Fucking hell, dude. There are two dogs barking now.
