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woke up to a cat dead in my arms this morning #gottalovelife/sarc
Why is Tay Keith dead
okok here is my messy thoughts and interpretation of why Paige did the things she did in Chapter 2.
Paige:
Does not believe the penguins would survive (Monobert executed sensei and that sensei killed aunt artic/the director, two of the MOST POWERFUL PENGUINS ON THIS ISLAND are prone to murder and be murdered. Meaning all of the penguins on that island are NOT SAFE AT ALL.)
Does not believe the epf agents would survive (for the reasons above, even if Agent is the new director they'll be killed just like aunt artic is killed in the killing game. )
Does not believe that the new world is safe (because not only does Monobert exert power over the island that they are trapped in, he also has the power to CONJURE A BOMB IN THE NEW WORLD AND WOULD LIKELY KEEP DOING IT IF HE WANTED TO)
Does believe that the puffles can be kept safe if she survives through the killing game. Ergo if she (unfortunately) has to kill everyone, by being the killer and not getting caught, she can ensure the puffles safety if she gets to the New World.
Any chance of survival for the penguins on that island are getting slimmer, even if it takes a few penguins to die on that island for each proceeding day, week, month, or even a year or more.
Meanwhile the penguins and PUFFLES on that island will die within a shorter timeframe of 2 days if no murder occurs.
The puffles are her only hope. She chooses the puffles because they have a better chance of survival than the penguins.
Also it would hurt for Agent to hear that she sort of does not believe in them to survive the killing game. Even if she in the EPF DS game did say to Agent that she wholly believes in them. (Yayyy using my knowledge of the EPF DS game (i watched a playthrough from tofudemaru) yaaay.)
See prev posts for the full context, and can’t get “Cyrus covers for a murder” out of my headddd (short blurb below the cut)
SLAM
“S-Sir,” a familiar voice, hiccuping and sobbing. “Sir!”
Cyrus rolls his eyes, uncrossing his legs and shutting his book as he glances up at the bumbling idiot in front of him.
“What is it, Stevenson-“
The fairy cuts himself off at the scene in front of him. The typically put-together (if not chronically anxious) wizard was hunched over what looked to be a cardboard box, one hand visibly bloodied, all as his face contorts into what could only be described as deep, deep anguish.
“What on earth?” He murmurs to himself.
“S-Sir, I-I-I-“ Viktor stumbles over his words, chest heaving as spit pooled and dribbled out of his mouth, coating his face alongside an ocean of tears. Gross. “I got sent to Nevada by Mr. Durm b-because- he- he told me there were a bunch of dangerous mages but when I got there- I-“
The words all fall out of Viktor’s mouth at once as he, as gently as he can in his current state, places the box onto Cyrus’ desk. Suddenly straight-faced, the fairy prince leers over the edge.
Humans. Smaller than even Cyrus himself, stood wide-eyed in the cardboard container, seemingly less concerned than the man in front of him despite a similar air of terror wafting from them.
“What happened.” It was more of a statement than a question, Cyrus’ eyes locking onto Viktor’s trembling palm, caked in semi-dried gore.
“They’re college kids!” Viktor continues his spiel, anxiously pacing the room now that his hands were empty. “O-On the drive home, one of them told me he still lives with his parents! With his parents! A-And Durm wanted to-“
Cyrus blinks. Suddenly, it all fell into place.
He’d tried to warn idiots like him before- the underbelly of this company was, more than anything else, a hit organization. Break too many rules as a magic-user, be it in this world or any side dimension Glasson also tended to rule with an iron fist, and you were guaranteed to go conveniently missing.
“And you came to visit me right after dropping them off.” Cyrus states, boots clicking on the tabletop of his desk as he approached and rang a charmed bell near the edge.
“W-What?” Viktor sniffles, briefly caught off guard by his higher-up’s reaction. Truthfully, he didn’t know what he expected. Reprimanding? Execution? Something worse?
Cyrus sighs.
His intern, a lanky, quiet, and freshly-graduated Rani opens the door. They steal one glance at Viktor before turning towards their boss.
“You came to me right after dropping these people off to Durm.” He nods at Rani, who picks up the box and leaves the room without saying a word.
“W-wait, where are they-“
“Because I had asked you for tea and you were already running late, you passed them off to Durm and made your way up here where you’ve spent the last-“ Cyrus squints at Viktor’s hand, calculating a vague timeframe. “Thirty minutes or so, let’s say, sitting in here and drinking tea with me.”
“I don’t-“
The door opens again. Rani, back without the box, now with a package of wet wipes, starts to clean off Viktor’s stained palm.
“The three of us had a pleasant discussion before I left for a moment to go get a forum I needed from Durm’s office.” Cyrus sits back into his custom-made chair atop his desk. “When I turned the corner, I spotted him manhandling what I could only infer were shrunken innocents, and released my magic before thinking. He was reduced to ash instantaneously.” There’s a brief silence. Rani leaves the room. “…unfortunately, in my commotion, I was unable to realize that the band of hooligans he was set to torture had vanished.”
“Y-You…” Viktor’s sniffles finally slow as he listens on with increasing horror as well as impression.
Cyrus stands and stretches, his wings fluttering.
“W-wait!” Viktor yelps out. Cyrus sighs, visibly annoyed.
“W-Where are you going? What’s going to happen to-“
“For someone getting a sound alibi you sure ask a lot of questions.” The fairy grumbles, flittering over and hovering in front of the wizard’s face. “From what little actual remains were in your hand, I’m assuming most of his body is still down in his office, correct?”
Viktor nods with a whimper.
“I’m going to go down there and vaporize what little’s left of the idiot before filing my report. Just a bit of ash will do, that’s proof enough for-“
“W-What about the students?!”
Cyrus clicks his tongue. He hated being interrupted almost as much as he enjoyed interrupting those around him.
“It’s unlikely they’ll be able to be restored to size.”
“I-I could-“
“You reverse that miniature-detainment and their mana signal will be bright red on the map as enemy number one once I give my statement.” Cyrus waves his hand with annoyance. “Between dying and living an inch tall, I think they’d much prefer the second option.”
Viktor stares on, blinking as his breathing finally started to normalize itself.
“W-Why are you doing this?”
Cyrus scoffs.
“Why did you ask me for help?”
“I-I-“
“Yes,” Cyrus rolls his eyes. “Your boyfriend’s mind-reading specialty is a bit scarier when it comes to covering up a murder, isn’t it?”
Viktor swallows.
“W-won’t they just read your mind to check your story?”
“No.” Cyrus snaps back. “Your spells for mind-magic aren’t impressive enough to penetrate a creature of my size. I’ve been in my position long enough, anyways, that my story will more than likely be taken as fact regardless.” He shrugs. “Easier to tie up loose ends neatly, after all.”
Finally, Cyrus claps his hands together.
“Now, if you’ll allow me- I have a corpse to vaporize and some paperwork to file.”
The fairy prince flutters out the door.
twitter vs tumblr 🫠🫠🫠
Sorry to be whiny but i genuinely . Don’t know if i would want to go back to using Peter as a name .
I used it a lot during a point of my life where everything was soo so fucked up and i was all over the place mentally and whoever that was at the time wasn’t . Me now . Peter isn’t me . That was just pete . That was someone who thought they weren’t important , someone who hated themselves severely and didn’t want to be around - they didn’t want to die , but they also didn’t want to be here if that makes sense .
Loveine is me , ACTUALLY me . Loveine is someone who actually is happy , who wants to be here , who wants to stay and actually feels safe around others . Loveine is someone who trusts itself now , who lives their life and wants to do so to the fullest .
Loveine has always been me , Peter . . Never was I think .
mafia arashi verse things (cw; very bad verse)
as i said before he's much crazier, much more unhinged, more sadistic and masochistic, peak insane
has no morals compared to his og verse, delights in chaos
he's very chaotic neutral as opposed to neutral good
uses a katana bc he likes to be up close and personal when killing someone <3
does have a gun though he rarely uses it
hitman mercenary status, generally doesn't follow the rules and doesn't kill the right people
kills the person who contracts him for their money which is like. the only way he actually gets anywhere LMFAOOO
reputation is that he's not able to be controlled or leashed, a general wild card that Can be used as a distraction but he's a horrible distraction bc he'll out the side that he's supposed to be distracting for
likes nicotine chewing gum the most. he never smokes he just likes it. help.
went through amateur electrotherapy as a child bc his parents were like 'we birthed a monster wtf' but also as they electrocuted him, they kept saying they love him enough to do this
electrocuted his parents to death when he was 15 and told them how much he loved them too.
Mmmmmm I dunnooooo if I’m ever gonna address it directly in-universe so for some fun side clarification I really don’t think shrinkees in A Little Research are particularly treated as “subhuman”. Due to their size it’s pretty much a 90% chance of death if it happens anywhere that isn’t like. At home or somewhere otherwise safe. Plenty of people get crushed by their own clothes (belts and accessories mostly because of their heft).
The very very small percentage that actually survives the initial shrinking also essentially get halved by people thinking they’re bugs or not seeing them entirely- not to mention the other environmental hazards at being a quarter of an inch tall. For every hundred shrinking victims there’s maybe 5-10 who survive the first 24 hours.
And because of that there’s not really much of an “audience” for keeping shrinkees as pets. They’re too fragile to do anything with that’s not pretty much fully consensual because you’ll just kill them. and getting ahold of another would be a hassle.
At the most, I think there’s probably places that have been specially made for tiny people to live if they’re found and have no succeeding family/caregivers or if their family simply can’t handle caring for them. Due to the communication barrier of their size I’d say these places are mostly “run” by the unaffected but have shrinkees doing the actual physical work/caretaking.
The lab’s goal isn’t even entirely to reverse the shrinking- their first step is honestly just trying to engineer a vaccine that caps the size at something more manageable: a cure would come after that.