A n t i g r a v comics are back, half a cheer for matvej fucking moroder!! (thats me)
Today’s post is a little weird considering the question (what are you gonna do after you conquer the region) cuz i read it wrong the first time and it was “freeze the region” instead. they’re kinda similar in russian language and yeah something funny came out of it. Anyways see translation below and have a nice day folks
(Ghetsis holds a paper in disgust. The question text is written there - “if you manage to conquer the whole region, what’s next?”)
He looks up above the paper and says: “What makes you think I’m going to do that?..”
(He crumples the paper in his hand and keeps talking. Keep in mind that these comics take place between BW and BW2 and nothing has yet happened to Opelucid City.)
G: Freezing some city could seem like an entertaining business. Especially for Colress. But it’s not worth distributing onto an entire region - only for something urgent and relatively short in deploying. If I’m ever going to show off Plasma’s power, freezing a couple of hundreds of people will do just fine.
(He keeps talking and Colress emerges from behind.)
G: I am returning what is destined to be mine, after all, and I have no desire to rule in a dead frozen land. If its inhabitants do not seek this fate, of course.
C: Hey, why the long and fancy talk?
G: Today’s survey asked me whatever shall we do after we freeze Unova. Here, take a look.
(Colress takes the crumpled paper from him and opens it.)
C: Oh light of my research, you’ve got it all wrong. It says “conquer”, not “freeze” the region... although your answer wouldn’t have differed much.
G: (muttering) I’m not going to spill these guts the second time.
dignified not even with a glance upwards from his current focus, the most that he gives off is a huff of irritant and a flip of notebook page that feels pointed with snide intent.
❝ funny. there’s no one around of normal stature who could be speaking to me, and yet, still… there’s noise. ❞ for the record, their foot height difference becomes a moot point when he’s sitting down to begin with.
kind of an odd question to ask someone who currently has her legs draped over his while lounging on his couch in his apartment, in his clothes and drinking his booze out of ridiculously expensive wine glasses.
“Do I regret it?”
the look she gives him is incredulous, baffled. is he that drunk? she gets that his tolerance isn’t the best and all but..
hm...
ah, to hell with it, she does laugh. because she’s that drunk.
“Does it look like I do?” what with the fact that she looks very comfortable in her spot and all. “If I regretted letting you get close, I’m not sure we’d be having this conversation. I wouldn’t even be here. What kind of person do you take me for?”
nursing her glass in one hand, she reaches with the other to let her fingertips skim over his shoulder, dancing along the lines of it to cup his chin, coaxing him to look at her properly before she continues.
goodness does she adore that about him though. that sharpness and bite to him hides an underlying layer of sensitivity. for a mafioso, he sure does have a big heart no matter how much he tries to deny it. hurts his reputation, or something. it’s endearing to watch.
“If I didn’t want you by me, you would’ve lost your hands awhile ago.” and she says this with all seriousness, of course. not that she doesn’t appreciate him checking on her or anything.. “Trust me when I say you can’t force me to do anything I didn’t want to.”
Kyouka looked up at him with expectant eyes, even as her finally gave in and admitted the obvious-- Quite honestly, it took everything that the young girl had to keep herself from laughing-- The misfortune of the Executive was quite humorous to hear, yet also sad at the same time. “That’s really unlucky, Chuuya-san,” she noted, turning on her toes and beginning to walk away from where the two of them had been standing.
“I’ll buy some for the two of us.” This was said very matter-of-factly-- There would be no talking her out of the decision, as it had already been made. “And you won’t be losing it this time.” There was a short pause, before she stopped for a single moment and turned her head, her blue eyes meeting with his-- “... And it’s very sugary and sweet, absolutely nothing like insulation,” she stated, though she obviously had no idea what insulation tasted like-- But she could assume that it was disgusting. “You’re trying it. After all, the third time’s the charm, correct?”
❛ oh? you’re pretty annoying with that, aren’t you? ❜ says the most teeth - grittingly irritating of them all, lips pulling to a light smack as if to punctuate that point. he keeps his gaze averted — if he held any sort of gaze to be averted, anyway — occupied with the much more important task of scouring his person for a sweet treat he’d prepared ahead of time for his long, long journey of stepping outside.
thorough investigation rewards him a lollipop, strawberry and bubblegum - centered for his pleasure. ❛ everything’s a problem for you people. all day long with that petulance — so blah! blah! blah! aggravating! nettlesome! boring. too serious! i keep trying to give you guys the undeserved benefit of the doubt, because if you were any good at anything you did, you wouldn’t have to be so obnoxious all the time, right? what a sad, sad existence. i diagnose you with mediocrity. ❜
the lollipop pulls out with an appropriate pop, tipped to aim directly at chuya ; though ranpo’s own gaze is intentionally kept just above the man’s head. ❛ there’s no known cure for your ailment, but if i had to cook up a remedy, i’d say you and your hat oughtta take a vacation. clear the mind! not that isn’t completely devoid of any activity already, but a little extra tension chipped off the edges should do the trick. mm. have you considered the beach? i have an inner tube you could borrow. it’s blue. ❜
“ chuuya-san ... ” discomfort and a hint of exasperation have crept into the low tone of ryuu’s voice. the teen shifts on his bar stool, his long fingers restlessly tapping against the side of the glass in front of him. ice cubes chime as they sway in the liquid, clanking noisily against the walls enclosing them. ( it’s water, mind you – much to chuuya’s disappointment, he imagines. )
she wouldn’t have gone into the labyrinthine tunnels for the train system if it hadn’t been for a job. unfortunately, this is where her leads have brought her so the only choice in the matter is to follow it through.
in the darkness of it, the echoing of her heels is all she hears until a familiar voice interrupts the eerie stillness.
“Fancy meeting you here.”
she shouldn’t be too surprised, eventually their jobs were bound to cross paths considering their professions. but one has to admit that this is an odd place to keep bumping into him by chance, but she’s not one to complain. maybe she’ll rope him into finishing faster so she’d have more time to kill. she’s persuasive like that.
“We need to stop meeting up like this. What would people think?” coupled with that is her signature grin, her arms crossing over her chest while tilting her head.
“.. we’re adults, we don’t really need excuses to do anything. But, really, did it have to be a tunnel of all things?” did he plan this, or something? can’t he pick a better place to accidentally run into her?? a restaurant, maybe? she could use a chair right about now. “Just text me next time. Far easier than plotting out this whole thing. Now that I have you here, though...”
-- it’s hours later when they finally exit. separately, of course. but he’s a few buttons and a hat short, mysteriously gaining a slender black piece of fabric tied around his wrist. yosano on the other hand, with her first few buttons undone, is short a tie but earned a hat. her pin delicately perched on it as if that’s where it always belonged. neither are too disheveled, vanity wouldn’t allow for that. he’ll get it back eventually.
