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"Hey Kai, you ready?"
" Yeah, just gimme a sec…" Kai finished tying her shoes before following Theo out the door of her apartment. " Alright kid, where are we going and how do you plan on getting us there? You know I don’t drive and I don’t trust you behind the wheel. No offence."
I started playing Drakengard 3 and realized
Mikhail and Zero are like Theo and Kai
Reiton
Co-sempai
WE GOTTA DO THIS
I got tagged by quillowl. So, here I go.
Rule 1: Always post rules. Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked you and write 11 new ones. Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to the post. Rule 4: Actually tell them you tagged them.
1. Angels or Mermaids?
Mermaids. From what I've seen of "angels" in the media/fandoms, they are no different from those who side with hell.
2. Favourite Alternative Universe?
As much as I love modern verses, I really like a verse similar to "The World's End". If you have seen the movie, I think you'll know what I mean.
3. If you could save ONE fictional character from the hellish world they live in, who would it be?
Out of all of the Fruits Basket characters? I got to say Isuzu "Rin" Sohma. Excluding Akito, Rin is the closest one in the family to suffer the most.
4. Which fictional world would you like to live in and what type of person/character would you want to be?
The "Ni no Kuni" fictional world. I would probably be the oldest party member/supporting character of the main story, after having my "broken heart" mended.
5. TYPE THE FIRST DISNEY LYRICS IN YOUR HEAD. GO!
"Gummi Beeaaarrrrsss!
Bouncing here and there and everywhere,
High adventure that's beyond compare,
They are the Gummi Bears!"
6. Ice cream or cake?
Ice cream! That's it! End of story!
7. Dreamwork’s ‘Rise of the Guardians’ or Disney’s ‘Frozen’?
Rise of the Guardians. Nothing personal against Frozen, but I like the other's story just a bit more.
8. SOMEONE’S ABOUT TO KILL A DRAGON. YOU’RE WEAPONLESS AND NOBODY LESS CAN HELP YOU STOP THEM. WHAT DO YOU DO?
WHAT DO YOU MEAN "WHAT AM I GOING TO DO"? LOOK FOR SOMETHING THAT'S HEAVY ENOUGH TO HIT THE DOUCHEBAG! IF NOT THAT, I'LL JUST USE THE PURSE I'M CURRENTLY HOLDING! IT MAY NOT BE A WEAPON BUT IT IS HEAVY AND DEADLY AS ONE!
9. Favourite movie soundtrack or instrumental album?
I do enjoy the Aladdin and the Nightmare Before Christmas movie soundtrack. And I also love the Child of Light music since all of it is just amazing to me.
10. Ever read smut in public?
NO. Just no. I wouldn't be caught dead with it if I were out in public. The family is always around whenever we go out.
Now, for tagging, I pick: onegrinningcat, wildheartwolf, ask-the-lost-one, greatknightkjelle, noflowerysoftness, sami-aemdatir, risenandpotions, negativisticism, thestaffoffrost, girlofthestarsonearth, and princessofthepatch.
And here are your questions:
1. Movies or TV shows?
2. Favorite story adaptation?
3. With no choice on the matter, what is your favorite movie that stars your least favorite actor?
4. Would you rather stop the bad guys or cure cancer?
5. What was the most expensive thing you bought?
6. What was the strangest food you ate?
7. Do you play Animal Crossing? If so, what's your favorite neighbor?
8. If you could live in any city or town, fictional or not, where do you want to live?
9. Is there a setting that you wish to see in the things you watch?
10. Do you have a favorite flower?
11. The Green Hornet or The Lone Ranger?
If any of you do not want to do this, you don't have to. I understand.
"NO!!"
" I pray you will be able to find peace without me… Master, no… Th-Theo…"
"Lived long enough to become a villain"
Meme: Leave ‘Lived long enough to become the villain’ to get a glimpse of my muse being a villain.
「♟♖♞」 This body had reached its limit; regardless of how much dragon blood had been present, it didn’t change the fact that his vessel was still primarily human. One hundred years had been a milestone, but now that his vessel was pushing one hundred-eighty, it started having an adverse effect on his performance. By now, Grima spent most of his energy trying to keep her soul alive rather than trying to keep it suppressed like before. Atterria had withered over the years, and while her body showed gradual aging, she had lived up to her to the full extent of her potential. It was time to get a new vessel.
Unfortunately, the Grimleal had been unable to produce another successful embodiment for him after countless trial and errors. Useless, the whole bunch of them, but that’s what you get for trusting your food to create a new host body for you. Oh well, it wasn’t like he had been backed up into a corner; there was still one option left, though he didn’t find it too appealing.
“Did you find him?” Atterria’s voice rang out, though now it was hoarse with age, “Or do I need to make another example of those who fail me?”
“N-no… we found him—s-sire…” The Grimleal bowed, “we t-took the liberty o-of restraining him and… and— taking away h-his dra-gon s-stone…”
“Quiet, you bumbling idiot,” her voice was a bit deeper this time with the hint of Grima’s own voice mixed in, “bring him to me!”
Yet again, the Grimleal bowed before his master and gestured for his five companions to bring in their prisoner. Oddly enough, the young man they brought in showed no signs of putting up a struggle, and though he had been restrained, he walked forward with his head held high and with no signs of fear in his bright purple eyes. Grima raised a teal brow; the boy had grown; he was no longer the small, cowering teen he had met back when he had first taken possession of Atterria. He had aged, but not significantly; if anything he had lost his boyish appearance and matured into a handsome young man.
“Good to see you again,” his lips curled back into a grin, “Theo~” Theo said nothing, “what? Not going to greet your dear old mother? And here I thought I had raised you better than that.”
“You’re not my mother,” the cerulean haired man retorted, “don’t pretend to be.”
“Tsk… fine, and here I was willing to play pretend to make it easier for you,” he mused.
“What do you want?” Theo demanded, “Finally decided to kill me?”
“Now, now… don’t rush to conclusions, my boy. It’s true that you have been a thorn in my side all these years, but I’ve decided to spare you and even grant you a grand honor.” Grima stood up from his throne and walked down the altar steps. “It seems I have outgrown your mother. I’m in need of a new vessel—”
Theo didn’t need to hear the rest; he knew exactly where this was headed. “No,” he stated boldly and continued, “I refuse to become your host.”
“Oh come now, surely you would like to reconsider my offer?” Grima was now standing in front of the chained prisoner. “After all… you would be freeing your mother’s tired soul.
Theo glared into Grima’s bright crimson eyes; the half-manakete’s features were unmoving and determined. “You took everything from us. Any chance we had at happiness, you stripped away. You butchered our friends, our family, and thousands of others! You really expect me to allow your reign to continue by accepting you into my body? You’re gravely mistaken, monster! I will never accept!”
Grima placed his wrinkly hand on the young man’s chest, the area right above his heart. “Such heated words… I remember them all too well… your dear, precious mother shouted them at me one too many times, and we saw what good that did her.” There was a low chuckling sound, “oh little, poor Theo… you actually believe you have a choice in this.” Grima moved his hand over to the hem of Theo’s shirt, pulling on it to force the buttons out and then exposing the younger male’s chest. “There it is…”
Theo possessed his divine mark right on the chest above the heart, it wasn’t as prominent as the one Atterria had on her right hand, but it was still there. Her accidental magical offspring was far from being the perfect vessel; he was nothing more than the cheap knock-off of the original. He regretted not breeding his vessel when he still had the opportunity, considering that she had been too hesitant to take on a mate before their union. A shame— a natural heir would have been better suited, but now he had to make due with her fluke instead.
“Deny me all you want now, but I can guarantee you… in time, you will accept me in just as your mother did.” He laughed softly as his hand brushed upward, taking a fist full of cerulean hair. “Your resolution and will are not as strong as your mother‘s; you will break far more easily than she did. She was always too feisty and stubborn for her own good. You, on the other hand, have always been too soft and gentle.” He let go and instead brushed the side of his cheek in an almost caring manner. “You’re weak, little Theo— you always have been.”
Theo barred his teeth and glared back at the amused dragon. “We’ll just see about that!”
“Indeed we shall,” Grima continued to smile, “take him away!” The fell dragon turned on his heel and walked back over to his throne, “please show our guest to his quarters— oh and vermin, “he turned around to look at the group, “I think I’d like a feast tonight… please make sure my son is present and dressed appropriately for our little dinner party… understood?”
“Yes sire!” the group called in union before forcing Theo away.
“Ta-ta, till then my little sweet heart~” he sang, “we’ll be waiting.”
ask-the-lost-one replied to your post:// Hitting the showers. Be right back.
//dont get hurt hitting them, whatever did they do to deserve such abuse//
// You obviously never had a roach problem in your bathroom, have you?
"So, does this mean we're cousins?"
"Eh? Oh hey,Theo! Haven’t seen you in ages. …What do you mean by ‘cousins’?"
Theo’s Memories: Doomed Future Flashback II
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M!A Flashback I
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With the events that had played out during the day, Atterria had all but forgotten about her incident at the War meeting that very morning. After it had concluded, she had returned to her daily responsibilities, inspecting the convoy and its inventory, direct a few drills and managing to cram a bit of sword practice all before Lunchtime. Even after she finished her meal, she still found herself with little time to partake in any luxury time.
There were maps she needed to study and performance reports she needed to look over which ended up taking up most of her day. Around supper time, she finally exited her tent, a pile of unread reports still sitting at her desk but the hunger she felt made it unbearable to focus on them. On her way to the mess tent, which was located at the center of the large camp, she felt her head begin to ache again.
“Ngh… not again,” she whined, her hands rising to her temples and lightly rubbing them with her fingers. “Go away…” she ordered in an irritable tone, “… grr…”
Instead of vanishing, she was plagued with yet another vision just like before, the tactician stopped walking and focused her attention on what she saw.
She was looking at herself, who was working on something at her desk looking very distressed and frustrated with something before her. Suddenly, a small voice broke through the silence, her doppelganger from the vision turned to face her.
‘Mommy… are you okay?’ the voice asked with concern, ‘… you look so sad…’
The Atterria from the vision fiddled around a bit before turning down to face the owner of the voice, she gave a nod and a slight smile. Of course, this Atterria new the meaning behind that look, it was nothing more than a mask that she wore whenever she didn’t want to worry the others. What surprised this current tactician was the bulged stomach that her vision self had. Was… she… pregnant?
The vision did little to reveal any more, instead it skipped forward so that now all she could see was smoke and hear the panicked voices of people. She heard the same childlike voice from before and while it may have been coming from her, it was a not a voice she had every head in her life. The current Atterria stared blankly ahead of her as the vision continued, hearing her own voice break through the chaos that ensued. Her doppelganger came into view, her expression filled with pure terror and distress as she looked at them.
Everything went black for a moment but Atterria was still able to hear everything that was going on, before she knew what was going on, the vision became clear once more. Virion was now standing over her, pulling her out of the Risen who had apparently taken her hostage and then handing her over to her doppelganger to pressed her tightly against her body. The two were then led to his stead, which he then climbed on behind them.
‘I’m so sorry, Theo…’ she heard the words whispered into her ear, ‘I’m so sorry… never again…’
The vision ended then, a cold chill running down her spine and causing Goosebumps all over her skin. She wasn’t even hungry at this point, her stomach caught in a not as she suddenly felt very, very ill to the point where she felt the need to vomit. It never came; instead she just stayed there staring out into space until Libra’s voice broke her out of her trance.
“Are you alright?” he asked curiously, “you look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I’m fine,” she assured. Clearing her throat and recomposing herself, “sorry… just have a lot on my mind… nothing to worry about though. Thank you for the concern.”
“Of course,” he responded, still a bit skeptical.
She gave her usual weak smile in assurance and looked away from the Monk, walking past him and heading towards her tent. Atterria was no longer hungry, all she wanted to do now was push aside that vision and getting back to work seemed like the best way to do it.
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