therapy speak only got annoying when it became mainstream. but there are a thousand other strange little dialects floating around, waiting their turn to collectively make us all insufferable. i overheard a guy in the winco parking lot telling his son that farting in the car when the windows cant roll down is "bad praxis." i felt like i casually flipped over a rock just to watch some glow-in-the-dark thumb-thick nub of worm ass retract silently into the depths of the earth. only the tiniest glimmering of the aliens lurking among us. it was incredible. i wanted to ask him if it was better praxis to hold ones farts until outside, or to get all ones farts out before entering the Airtight Fast Box. but my wife would not let me. so i contented myself with buying 45 tomatoes.
When it came to distinguishing whether a man was a top or a bottom, there was no way that anyone could look at Ryan Thompson and know that he was an absolute top. With the bulky and imposing physique of a powerlifter and an obscenely large cock that was instantly noticeable that no matter how loose or tight his pants were, the man could absolutely be the perfect individual to represent what a power top was.
Due to living in a relatively small urban town (at least in comparison to a huge city like Los Angeles or New York City), word seemed to travel fast around queer circles to the point where if you didn’t know who Ryan was, you at least knew of his reputation. He was a perpetual manwhore, constantly hooking up with anyone he wanted and discarding them immediately after they fulfilled his needs. Although most people understood that that was just the way that things worked in their community, the same could not be said about Mitchell. Although he had never actually met Ryan or been intimate with him, the young twink knew that it was someone he had no desire of ever interacting with.
However, all of that changed once Mitchell found out that the hunk had hooked up with his best friend Shane and mistreated him once Ryan had came. As Shane recollected how the stud ridiculed the “pale” and “pathetic” man and told him to leave his apartment as soon as possible before threatening to beat his “weak pansy ass” up, Mitchell could only see red at the other man’s behavior. There was certainly no problem with hookup culture if that was how Ryan wanted to live his life, but Mitchell drew the line at blatant disrespect and homophobic rhetoric. So with that in mind, he decided to put a plan into action – one of complete revenge to teach a lesson to the asshole meathead.
To Mitchell’s amusement, it didn’t take much for him to catch Ryan’s eye. All he had to do was show up to the same club where Ryan had met Shane and sneak peeks at the ginger-haired hunk’s beefy body and playfully avert his gaze once Ryan realized that someone was staring. After a good 30 minutes of this back and forth, the beefy stud and twink finally met before heading off to Ryan’s place to “have some fun”.
Once they were walking up the stairs to the apartment, Mitchell wasted no time giving a performance of a lifetime by pretending to be fully infatuated as he felt up the man’s thick muscles and remarked about how hot and sexy the stud was. As a result, the duo couldn’t even make it into the bedroom before they ducked into the first bathroom they saw to get more intimate. Upon undressing himself and helping Ryan take off his clothes as well, Mitchell’s right hand began to traverse down the man’s pectoral shelf and cobblestone abs as he quietly whispered under his breath. As the twink’s dainty fingers finally began to graze along Ryan’s impressive and girthy manhood, Mitchell then grit his teeth and smirked as he forcefully wrapped around the man’s cock and balls and tugged.
The immediate tension caused Ryan to gasp and scream in shock, but rather than intense pain, the tugging was soundtracked by a resounding POP that echoed through the spacious bathroom. As he looked down at himself, a guttural scream escaped his lips as he noticed two things – his crotch was completely flat reminiscent of a Ken doll and Mitchell’s frail hand was still holding onto his real cock and balls.
As Ryan desperately asked what was going on, he watched in pure horror as he watched the man whisper more words under his breath which led to a chain reaction onto his detached genitalia. Before his eyes, his cock and balls were losing its realistic organic composition and shifting to gain an artificial shimmer – his cock was turning into a rubber dildo (with a suction cup even added onto the end to fully seal the deal).
While the hunk was acting absolutely manic at the transformation that had befallen him, Mitchell was completely calm and even joyful as he savored the other’s utter helplessness. Revenge felt oh so sweet… and he still had one more thing planned to make it even sweeter! As he continued to recite the words underneath his breath, the young warlock couldn’t help but smirk as he watched his magic going to work immediately. In an instant, the man’s firm muscular butt had been replaced with an insanely large and flabby ass that would wobble with every step he took.
Despite wanting to wring out the pathetic twink’s neck, Ryan realized that there was something preventing him from either speaking to the man or physically attacking him. So instead, he could only watch in disbelief as the twink cockily stared at the man before turning and exiting the apartment.
Now alone with his new body and desires, Ryan stood at the sink and looked back at the dildo that still hung from a nearby wall. Despite how eager his mind was in regards to getting fucked, the perpetual top had no practice bottoming and thus knew what he needed to do before he got on Grindr and searched for a man to fill his needy hole…
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imagine you're delving in a ruin. maybe you're part of an archaeological expedition, maybe you're an explorer. hell, maybe you're a scavenger. maybe, just maybe, you're a kid who's bored but you don't have studies so you're out playing (you insist on calling it adventuring) after you've done your chores.
it doesn't matter, really. point is, you're in a ruin. the smell of old, cold dirt in your nose, the sensation of weight and stone above you (you try not to think about that part). body aching slightly when you had to wriggle through that one narrow fissure a ways back.
you're excited. who knows what you'll find? a priceless relic dating from time immemorial? potsherds that speak to how the bygone people lived? maybe just something neat and shiny that you can show off to your friends.
you've already found the art, in the way the sculpted stone arches emerge from the long-packed soil like a snake shedding its skin. polished marble in shades you've never seen where you come from, their vibrance strangely just as vivid as they must have been that millennium ago. you've seen the carefully laid tiles on the wall in glimpses, where they aren't hidden by the impact of whatever befell this place when it wasn't yet a ruin. pictures and scenes of land and people doing wondrous things, their totality fragmented like shattered stained glass. you saw one earlier where a slender figure was holding their arms upward toward the sky, their tiny fingers caught in a gesture, as if in supplication. maybe they were entreating the gods, you don't know.
in some places the marble seems to repel dirt, like it refuses to accept the earth's grasp. after an age, you'd think everything in this place would be dusty and covered in a patina of grime.
you reach a point where you can go no deeper, the floor breaking away beneath your feet. you don't trust its structural integrity, but the room or chamber you find yourself in seems to be bearing up well, all things considered. it isn't a large room, not as large as the one you initially came through, but you get the sense that it's somehow important. you don't quite know how, or why, but you are certain of it.
it seems quieter in here. of course it's quiet, you tell yourself, you're way down in a place that no one's walked through in...maybe it really has been that long. maybe you're the first person who's been in here since.
you briefly wonder why you have come across no skeletons, no mouldering rags, no evidence of folk beyond sheer structure and art. not even animal carcasses past the few miserable bones of what could have been a wildcat, back where you first entered.
the silence seems oppressive.
you approach one of the walls, one of those tantalising glimpses of colour under root and dirt. you hold up your torch, making a face at the smell of its pitch, and wipe at the stone. you have to see.
teal. and...green? you scrub further. gold shimmers in the torchlight. yes, gold, then silver.
a glimmering eye peers back at you, limned in that deep emerald green. you scrub harder, revealing the face of a woman, pale with delicately pointed ears. her hair is the shade of moonlight on snow, spilling down through a hair ornament that looks like it was made of liquid sunlight, so thinly spun it looks as if it would break if you touched it.
the woman's face is inscrutable, an expression that could be a smile teasing at her lips. she looks...not serene, no, but...this is the face of a woman who knows things, and knows that she knows those things. behind the infinitesimal tiles that make up her eyes, you see secrets.
from across a thousand years, a woman whose name you will never ever know looks back.
Apparently, one of my latest posts have gain some popularity (for some reason that i honestly do not understand and probably never will) so i have decided to go down with this train and create some short stories, mainly established on thos AUs.
Tardina - 1 it it is established on the “Space Pigeons” idea Galaxy, and if you like, you can help me to decide if keep making short stories on this or another AUs.
Anyway, i may be talking too much, so onwards my friends!
FOR THE HUMANS ARE SPACE ORCS!
Darlo woke up with a very disgusted grunt, his eyes were tightly shut and he even tried to turn around on his relatively comfortable bed, yet his nose kept twitching over and over, making impossible to fell asleep again in the short term.
It took Darlo a total of 15 minutes to finally give up on his noble endeavor of trying to fall asleep and finally seat up on his bed, the horrendously stinky smell that had wake Darlo up had not dismissed, instead it had intensified.
Darlo took a deep breath of the smell, just to cough loudly afterwards, a weird smile managed to make it is way on his face, born out of both almost innate disgust and satisfaction at a job well done.
-Hey King, you up yet?-
Darlo eyes darted towards the small, round device that looked more like an oversized coin rather than a multi-functional phone, his hand reached for it and took it between his fingers before pressing one of the small buttons.
An screen made of light materialized above the device.
The face male that did not seemed to be over his 20s was in the screen, his eyes were small and deep while his nose was bigger than average. The image was in black and white.
-Do not call me that O´Grill- Darlo spoke with a tired voice, not even bothering to stand up from his bed.
-For the last time, call me Prince, King-
Half of Darlo brain was still asleep and he could already notice O´Grill mocking tone. That was an ill omen.
-Why are you calling so early?- Darlo decided to ignore the last comment, instead he placed the communication device on the back of his hand.
-cannot i call one of my best friends in the Community just to check how you are?- O´Grill, or Prince, spoke with a humorous tone, and Darlo could already guess which face he was making even without looking at him.
- how bad?- Darlo finally asked, scratching his beard and unfortunately finding some hairs already growing again.
Darlo could have swore that he had shaved not more than 2 days ago.
- Oh it is horrible, we need you here- Prince tone changed from one of humor to one of utter helplessness.
Darlo gave a long, already tired sigh.
-...I am on my way...-
-Thanks! i own you this one!-
-You own me like, 20...-
Darlo words were cute as the screen shut off.
Once alone, Darlo carefully contemplated fall backwards and leave any other person deal with whatever mess the people of the Community had done now, nevertheless, his desire to ensure his own survival instead of handing his chances to any other person on the community won over him.
Trust on other humans beings to keep him alive? he could name half a dozen people that would be glad to throw him on a volcano just for the fun of it, and he had not drink his coffee yet.
It took Darlo another 5 minutes before taking the choice of standing up from his bed, as he did that, he left out a burp that was closely followed by a yawn. His eyes looked down.
Darlo noticed that he could already see half of his feet already, that meant he had loose weight again, which was bad for the business.
-I will need to increase my food-load again...- Darlo said to himself while walking to his bathroom, stumbling across a few broken pizza boxes and some others of “junk food”.
Once Darlo was clean, he searched between his clothes for the dirtiest shirt he could find and the more used shorts he had, and only then did he exit his 3 rooms big living quarters.
Darlo looked outside.
The grass was purple, the ground had a weird, glowing greenish tone, there were 3 suns high up which colors melded together, making impossible to distinguish them, the sky was of a light brownish color and the clouds seemed to have some sort of texture that Darlo could not figure out even if his live depended on it.
“Yeap, seems like a normal day to me” Darlo thought to himself, closing the door of his living quarters, locking them, and turning around towards the center of the Tardina-1.
- Hey King!-
-What is up King?-
-Hey King! finally waking up uh?-
-Your majesty, the King, have finally bless us with...-
-Shut it Mitch!-
Darlo let a soft chuckle escape from between his lips as people greeted him and he greet them back with a waving hand.
It was good to being recognized, even if it was for such an stupid nickname.
Darlo was not the brightest human on the planet, he was smart enough to know he was not smart enough, if there was a ranking, he may end on the higher numbers between the bottom, but he had other abilities.
Like the ability to figure out just enough of the current position in which Tardina-1 was placed at. Being outside of the Human Government sphere of influence allowed Darlo to realize some small details.
For example, Galactic Politics.
Darlo already had a hard time trying to understand Human Politics, so he knew his brain was gonna exploit if he tried harder than that, still, that did not stopped him to compare the Galaxy with a School.
There were Students of higher grades, that were everyone seniors and controlled a lot of good stuffs, but were too far on their asses to actually care what everyone else made and only made something when it involved them. (The most advanced Civilisations). Then there were the students with relatively close grades that formed groups between themselves and took different courses based on their abilities (Which were basically 90% of the Galactic Community). After them there were the transferred students that just started their first day on school and were still finding their place and group of friend (Which were civilizations similar to the Humans).
And then there was the Smelly Kid of the school, which was the Human Civilization. Darlo knew a lot about this, he have had a glandular problem when he was younger and was forever labelled as the Smelly Kid.
Darlo was honestly not interested on the entire line of events that had take place for the Human Civilization to take the place of the Smelly Kid on the Galactic Picture, but he was not gonna start to complaint at this moment in time.
Darlo reached the center of Tardina-1 quicker than he would have liked, the road was taking shape, the living quarters were expanding and more people was making themselves busy.
Nothing bad all things considered.
-Hey! O´Grill! I am here, what you wanted me to do?- Darlo spoke loudly, approaching the brown skin man that was checking a notebook alongside a few others.
- Uh, you took 20 minutes less than last time, did you had a good sleep?- O´Grill avoided Darlo question, doing one on his own, a tinge of humor was mixed in it.
-Yes i was, thank you for asking- Darlo answered, taking place in front of O´Grill- and i would still being sleeping if not for that new factory that was installed, seriously O´Grill it had to be set just around my living quarters?-
O´Grill did not answered, instead he started to whispers some words and pointing at his notebook alongside the other people at his side, seemingly forgetting the existence of Darlo.
Darlo made a long sigh of defeat.
-Did the new factory had to be placed just around the corner of my living quarters, Prince?- Darlo asked once more.
-Of course it had to- O´Grill answered with a prideful, yet easy-going tone- It needed the extra protection, and who else better than you?.... That aside, you got a new batch of recruits.
After uttering those words, O´Grill pointed sideways...
Towards a group of young adults that seemed more ready to navigate the Ultra-Net than to start any training.
- AND! Before you start cursing and saying stuffs at me, know that this was not my idea, it was Counsellor idea- O´Grill spoke before Darlo had any chance of reject the offer- She also said that she is gonna increase your pay another 10% this month if you did a good job-
-OK, LISTEN UP YOU LITTLE IDIOTS! YOU BETTER LISTEN UP BECAUSE WHAT I AM ABOUT TO SAY IT IS WHAT IS GONNA KEEP YOU ALIVE FOR THE NEXT FEW YEARS!-
O´Grill rolled his eyes while a smile formed on his face, the 180° change in Darlo disposition towards the job handed to him was always amusing to see, maybe that was why the Counsellor keep making that.
The less busy members of the Community turned to see the small spectacle, and some even started to live stream it in the case any member of the Community was too lazy to sneak their heads out of their living quarters.
- My name it is Darlo Avellana, 32 years old, you can call me “King” and for the next few 15 minutes i am gonna be the voice of reason on this place, any questions?- Darlo used his most powerful voice to speak, he was neither a trainer not a preacher, but for the sake of winning more money he would not mind become a chef if somebody asked.
The group of young adults organized themselves, there was a total of 15 people, 10 of them looked like females while other 3 looked like males, the other 2 did not looked like neither and Darlo did not cared enough to ask, always it was human enough and did not tried to kill him more than twice a month, Darlo would consider it a friend.
-Yeah! why should we call you “King”?-
Darlo moved his eyes to see the person that had asked, and unsurprisingly, it was one of the males.
“Typical...” Darlo thought to himself.
-That will self-explain in about 14 minutes if i am not wrong- Darlo “answered” before turning his eyes onward once more, not looking at anyone in specific - Now! Someone tells me how do Humans get a New Colony on this cramped Galaxy, and how is this Community labeled!.
-uh... We establish relationships with the different alien civilizations and once they know about out problems at finding suitable worlds, they hand some to us, and Tardina-1 it is labelled as a Friendly Contact Community, which regularly makes contact with Aliens... right?- One of the taller females answered with a bit of hesitation.
-Ok, and who here believes anything of that pile of farts?- Darlo asked once more, playing with the coin-shaped device on the back of his hand.
Darlo had the urge to laugh loudly at the answer of the female, but he was polite enough to let them live on their ignorance for a little while longer.
This time, nobody answered as they looked at each other with confusion clear on their faces.
Well, it was to be expected, after all the Human Government cared a lot about the “looks” that Humans had on their home-world and colonies.
It was gonna be a huge disaster once big scale communications was established and everyone learned the truth.
But again, that was far from being Darlo problem.
- HA! yeah no... look, there is no easy way to explain this to you, so i will gives you an example- Darlo took a deep breath, walking on the front of the group of young adults as a teacher about to teach some sort of life-long advice- Does anyone here remember how in school you learned about the Black Plague and how everyone tried to avoid it at all cost?-
The group nodded unsure of their own answer of what it had to be with anything.
-Good.... Because Humans are the Plague, but at Galactic scale- Darlo said with a carefree tone, just as if he was talking about the weather or some unimportant event of his everyday life.
-.... what?- Finally, it was another of the female ones that asked after a few moments of silence, looking straight at Darlo like he had just grow another head.
-Yeah, Humans are the perfect equivalent to Space Pigeons who would have thought right?- Darlo answered with a very carefree tone, walking towards the closest mini-store and buying some candies to himself- So rejoice! You are part of Humankind, the first “Plague Especies” ever on this galaxy!-
Darlo started to eat his candies while looking at the faces of the group slowly changing from shock, to confusion, to utter disbelief and some other variations.
Darlo even had time to wonder why was he in charge of telling this to the new members of the Community, but he guessed that i was because of the whole place, he was the only one that could maintain an straight face and a calm tone as he delivered mind shaking news without pause.
-but...- one of the people that did not looked like a female nor male tried to speak, hesitation clear on his voice.
-Yeah, something about we being some sort of dangerous, walking bio-hazard bombs, or something along those lines- Darlo kept chewing on his candies, giving a small amount of time for the group to assimilate those news- Apparently they have been bombarding us with world-ending viruses, bacteria and disease since the.... ugh i dunno, before the high medieval age? how or why are we still alive? no idea, but the Galaxy it is reaping what it planted millennia ago with you guys-
Darlo raised the back of his hand against the bio-screen of the store, paying for the candies and getting a soda on the process that he started to drink as soon as he got it.
-Wa... wait... but this is not...-
-Let me guess, this is not what the Government dude told you, did you?- Darlo did not even bothered to look at who spoke this time, he had done this dozens of times already
-More or... less?-
- look, boys, girls, or whatever you are i do not really care, i am gonna give you a free advice - Darlo took a long drink of his cola, letting a satisfied sigh as the coldness spread across his throat- IF a politician, and i mean any class of politician, not only the humans ones since politicians are a especies on their own, tells you that something “might” be “slightly challenging” or that “it may be outside of your comfort zone”, run, run as fast as you can... on that same note, whenever they say “small side notes” make sure of clean your ears and make sure to take some good notes, because that it is what is gonna keep you alive from now on-
- Wait! - one of the males of the group screaming, gaining his companions attention, but merely winning a sideways glare from Darlo- why are we even listening to you?! for all we knew you could be lying to us!-
This time, Darlo did not even tried to force himself as he started to laugh loudly, his laugh was not alone thought, more and more people started to laugh as well.
The male that had screamed looked around in complete confusion, anger slowly building on him as he realized that people were laughing at him, like he had asked some sort of supremely stupid question.
- HAHA! wow, i needed that, also i need another cola- Darlo shook his head after laughing so much, paying for another cola of the store- Look kid, i am not even gonna bother to try and change your mind, after all, some people are simply too stupid to live, you can either listen to everything i say and then decide if it is true or not, or you can walk away right now and try to make something on your own, your choice-
The male that had screamed seemed to be ready to keep shouting, however, one of the other males, probably a friend or someone with a better head stopped him, allowing Darlo to end his second soda in peace.
- good, now that we can continue, we are all part of a Plague Especies, which bring us good things and... half bad ones - Darlo spoke slowly on this point, gaining some snickers from the more experienced members of the community and the utter worry of the newer ones.
-.... which are...?-
- Well, first of all, instead of a “friendly community” we are officially labelled as a “Plague Community”, which it is a lot more cool if you ask me- Darlo declared, turning to look at the store in search of his next snack.
- ... i am gonna bite, why it is better?- one of the male dudes asked, if Darlo thought that it was the smart one, but he was not sure.
- Good that you asked! - Darlo exclaimed with a slightly excited voice, not because he really wanted to hear the question, but because he had grabbed the last of his favorite snacks- The Human Government pays for all of our expenses, but does not involve in any of our administrative choices, and we are way, way high on their list of expenses, which means we can literally use trillions of credits to order food, my advice? buy as much food as you can, if you ask for stuffs like phones or other high-end stuffs, they are just gonna send some cheap version of it-
-what?! now you are just freaking lying to us, why would the Human Government put us so high on their list of priorities?!- the male that had screamed before did it again.
- Because, my friend, Aliens hate each other and we are the smelly kid of the school- Darlo answered without delay, opening his snacks and starting to eat them.
Darlo obviously noticed some of the new ones looking at him with confusion, probably not understanding why he was so calm about the whole situation that he could even eat snacks.
If only they knew that it was part of his job...
-Mind to elaborate?- One of the females that had kept quiet until now spoke up.
Darlo rolled his eyes, not even attempting to hide it as he realized that he would have to explain Galactic Politics.
- fine, but only this once and only because i am on a good mood, so you better listen well- Darlo said, finishing his snacks and burping. He stood up from his seat and walked to the front of the group again- Aliens hate each other, when Alien A and Alien B find a planet, they fight for it like any sensible being would do. Alien A win over Alien B, and Alien B it is now very angry-
-That it is when we are added to this mess - O´Grill added suddenly before stepping sideways once more.
-Alien B contact us, the Smelly Kid, to do the dirty job, quite literally - Darlo kept speaking, acting as if he had not heard O´Grill- They pay to our Government to establish a Plague Community on the planet that Alien A got, “contaminate it” and then hand it over-
-It is not that morally bad?- another of the females spoke up.
-Well yeah, of course it is!- Darlo admitted right away- however that bring us to the next point which is...-
Just before Darlo could keep speaking, a thunderous alarm sounded across the whole Community, making every human within it stop their current task and run towards the nearer wall/ground/store.
-Uh, weird, it earlier than usual - Darlo said, more to himself than to anyone else as he looked upon the coin-shaped device on the back of his hand, noticing that there were at least 5 minutes left to the timer he had set- well if they are so eager, i guess there is no helping it-
-WHAT IS HAPPENING?!-
Darlo turned to look at the group of young adult looking around like some sort of lost puppies in the middle of a fire.
Well, that description was not that far out of the point.
- Shut up and take a weapon newbie!- O´Grill screamed, taking out some outdated models of plama-rifles and tossing them to the confused group of young adults as if they were bread instead of highly dangerous devices.
-What in the name of....-
The group of young adult looked around, noticing that everyone was already half-armed while they were still completely lost at what was happening.
The third-age lady that was watering her plants just a few moments ago was now holding a machine-gun bigger than her arms.
A couple that seemed to have been having a date was now behind a flipped metal table, each one holding onto a very different type of weapon, with one having a blue glow while the other had a green one.
The store in which Darlo had been eating his snacks had turned onto a fully operational mini-fortress, with mini-canon on it is side along with the slightly glowing energy shields.
As for Darlo? he was eating a bar of chocolate that had apparently appeared of freaking nowhere.
- i would strongly suggest you to take some cover, they are near- Darlo spoke with a seemingly excited tone, hinting to several positions and corner where taking position seemed strangely too easy.
Why it seemed as if the entire Community had turned onto a whole good choke point?
As the saying goes “When in Rome, do as the Romans”. The group began to run towards the empty points with good covers.
It could not be said that they were making a good job at taking cover, but all things considered, Darlo determinate that they were not a bunch of idiots.
The moment the final human took cover was the moment that the mechanical whistle of dozens of machines coming from the east was finally capable of catching the attention of the newer additions to the Community.
Darlo turned his eyes to the shinning gray points in the sky that were slowly becoming bigger and bigger as they approached, making themselves pretty obvious against the brown contrast of the sky.
Darlo had no idea how to describe the robots since they always came in different designs, some had dozens of legs, while others had different types of hands. But in all fairness, Darlo could not even explain how he was capable of breathing on a planet with a brown sky, so he guessed it was one of the things he should not worry about.
-why are they even attacking us? this Community it is not even worth that much and we are not in war!-
Darlo almost facepalmed himself, suddenly remembering a very, very small detail he may have omitted.
-Oh hey, Darlo here, remember when i said there were some half-bad stuffs to take into count?- Darlo made himself be knows on the common frequency, too lazy to actually change his communication to the frequency of the new ones - so you see, as a Plague Especies, any human outside of Earth or any of it is recognized colonies it is considered a Plague Specimen-
-That does not explain anything!-
-On simple terms, it means that each one of your heads, after making a few galactic conversions, are worth around 1.000 $ each one- an unknown voice took over the channel, Darlo recognized it as the Counsellor voice, whenever money was involved, she was sure to speak up.
- MY HEAD, WHATS?!-
Darlo cut out the transmission in the moment, he knew that that frequency was gonna be hell for the next few moment, and he could not afford to lose time with them.
Well, actually he could, but Darlo did not wanted to.
It took a couple more of seconds before the first of the Robots, that looked like the combination between a horse, a cow and cat with immensely big human arms landed on the ground.
-Humans of the Plague Community Tardina-1, this it is the Plague Control group 37 C we...-
Darlo stopped caring about the robotic voice after the first few sentences, he had hear that same speech every day, every week, every month since he had come to the Community, so he guessed that the Aliens did not had anything new to say.
Darlo was particularly most interested in guessing the bizarre design of the robots.
Why were they of different designs? would not that mean they were custom-made and not in fabrics? maybe their fabrics did different models?
However, how would a Alien fabric look like? did they made beer too?
Unlikely, but then Darlo started to imagine the taste of an alien beer, it should be too bad.
Maybe he should try to make an Alien prepare an Alien Pizza?
But if the Alien made an Human Pizza, would it be considered an Alien or a Human Pizza? that was...
-AUCH!- Darlo left a small scream of pain as he felt a rock hit him on the back of his head. Turning around, he noticed O´Grill looking at him with reprochable eyes -.....sorry-
- That is right, they are almost over anyway- O´Grill said, one hand holding on his weapon and the other holding on a very small rock.
Why was he friends with him? he had a vague idea, but since they were about to be shoot at by a group of Alien Robots, maybe it was not the best moment.
-... Surrender without resistance and we will gives you painless termination!- the robotic voice called out, followed by the sound of their energy-based weapons powering up- otherwise we will be forced onto confrontation!-
Darlo let out a soft sigh as he touched the back of his hand, the small, coin-shaped device sank into his skin without causing any pain, the only sign of it is existence was the fain light under Darlo skin that started to move across his arm and towards his chest.
-Yeah, i have a proposal, why do not you guess gives us a free day of this, turn around and leave?- Darlo voice came even more powerful than when he screamed at the new member, walking towards the east side of the Community in order to face the small squad of robots beings.
As Darlo walked towards them, as series of small ripples of energy began to be generated from Darlo body, faintly generating the shape of a bubble around his body.
-DARLO!- The mechanic voice of the robot was replaced by a solemn voice, obviously the person that was controlling the robots from who-knows-where.
-Hey! Yoshi my good friend!- Darlo answered with a happy tone, opening his arms like he was about to try and hug the murder robot.
-MY DESIGNATED NAME IT IS NOT “YOSHI” YOU UNCULTURED BEING IN PROCESS OF EVOLUTION! EACH TIME YOU CALL ME LIKE THAT IT ONLY INCREASE MY MOTIVATION TO FINISH THIS TASK!!-
Darlo smile only increased as he heard “Yoshi” screaming at him, it had took Darlo a lot of effort to put the Alien out of his comfort zone and managed to make it scream at him, and it was something Darlo took much pride on.
-Well, you want to kill me anyway, what would be the difference even if you wanted to kill me just a bit more every day?- Darlo kept talking with a relatively relaxed tone.
Instead of answering, the robots pointed their energy weapons towards Darlo, making absolutely no attempt in trying to hide their intentions of finishing Darlo before even start to attack the Community.
- ”King of the Plague” Darlo, you will be the first one to be eliminated today!- “Yoshi” voice was coming from all robots at once, even with his solemn voice, a trace of “anger” could almost be detected from it.
-Oh, so the nickname comes from that, i see, truly it self-explains-
Darlo ignored the comment of the newbies. He would have a chance to deal with it later on.
-Yeah, i think that Prince it is....-
Darlo words were cut off by the sound of a beam of energy piercing the biggest robot of the group, making it explote and throw away not only the robots nearer to it, but Darlo as well.
- GODDAMMIT PRINCE! - Darlo screamed from the deepest of his lungs- I WAS NOT DONE MAN!-
- Look you were taking too long ok?- O´Grill spoke up with an almost tired tone.
Darlo could swear that he was already rolling his eyes, he did not even needed to look at his face to know he was.
- START OPERATION MODE!-
As the voice of “Yoshi” gave the order, the robots started to shoot against the Community, yet it was pretty obvious to even the more inexperienced person that most of their shots were aimed towards Darlo.
However, Darlo did not seemed to mind, instead he stood up, raising his arms of a clumsy fighting stance.
The group of new member of the Community looked with dumbfounded amazement as the energy beams seemed to smash against some sort of personal size energy shield around Darlo, protecting him of most of their attacks and even being deflected by the occasional punch of Darlo.
- How in the name of...- one the new members spoke up lightly.
They were the Plague? their heads were worth more than 1.000$? The Galaxy was akin to a school and Humans were the smelly Kid?
Just one of those news was already mind shaking, but so many and one right after another?
-Yeah yeah, you are having a mental breakdown, good for you- O´Grill screamed, shooting towards the robots- Would you mind starting to shoot already!?-
The group of Newbies looked between themselves before deciding to follow the current and shooting as well, doing their best to not get their heads blow up.
- Oh right! i almost forgot!- Darlo scream managed to get the attention of the group of young adults, but to be fair, he was tanking 90% of the damaged so it would be far more weird if somebody ignored him.
Darlo began to sprint forward heading to the group of robots, the faint blue shield around his body seemed to expand and take the shaped of something that it could not be easily described.
Darlo managed to get in front of one of the robots, he extended his hands and grabbed it is legs, making the figure around himself do the same.
On a display of otherworldly strength, Darlo raised the Robot with his hands and tore it into two, throwing one side away while he used the other to smash another robots that was unfortunately too close of Darlo.
The group of new members looked at Darlo supremely big smile like he was a madman... which was probably true.
BEASTARS MINI-STORY #3: “The Pitfalls of Thin Walls pt. 2” by JCL
TEXT: ABOUT AN HOUR BEFORE SEBUN COMES HOME
We see Legosi and Haru walking together through the corridor towards Legosi's apartment in the hidden condo.
HARU: "I am glad to hear that you finally got your teeth fixed."
Legosi puts a finger in his mouth and adjusts his dentures.
LEGOSI: "Well my boss was quite sympathetic, so he agreed to giving me an advance so that I could pay for them."
HARU: "You know, you never told me, how did you break them in the first place?"
Legosi looks emberassed.
LEGOSI: "I bit down too hard on a lolipop..."
Haru looks both amused and a little disturbed as she imagines Legosi, a big and scary-looking wolf, eating a lolipop.
HARU: "A... Lolipop?" (I would've liked to see that...!)
It is then that Legosi notices something offscreen.
LEGOSI: "Oh, Mugi-san."
It is Mugi, one of Legosi's neighbors.
MUGI: "Good morning you two. Hanging out today?"
LEGOSI: "Yes... And speaking of which, thank you again."
MUGI: "You're welcome! Just remember to wash the stuff thoroughly before returning it. And make sure to use your hands, no machinewash!"
LEGOSI: "Of course!"
Mugi laughs a little to himself as he walks past them. Haru gives Legosi a questoning look.
HARU: "What was that about?"
LEGOSI: "Oh he just leant me some stuff..."
Mugi suddenly stops as he notices that Sebun's door is open.
MUGI: "Hm?"
---
We are now in Legosi's apartment, which is much better-looking than it has been before. The walls are repainted, there's some new furniture (including a kotatsu and a tiny tv), a potted plant next to the stove and a small table with a terrarium on it.
HARU: "Hooo... I see that you've really cleaned this place up, huh?"
LEGOSI: "Yeah I had some help with that. Jack and the guys from the drama club also helped me hustle up some old furniture for a fair price."
Haru takes a closer look at terrarium in the window, spotting a rhinoceros beetle in it.
HARU: "They even got you this little guy to keep you company?"
LEGOSI: "Uh no, my grandpa gave him to me as a house-warming present."
HARU: "Your grandpa huh?"
She then notices the potted plant next to the stove. It's a little violet flower with six petals and green leaves. She instantly becomes intrigued by it.
HARU: "A midnicampum holicithias! And a very healthy-looking specimen at that! To think that such a pretty little baby can be so poisonous...!"
Legosi scratches his head.
LEGOSI: "Well, I figured it could help to get rid of the smell."
Haru turns to Legosi and looks confused.
HARU: "Smell?"
LEGOSI: "Well, you did say it smelt kind of funny last time you were here, right?"
HARU: "Oh right... I did say that, didn't I?"
She proceeds to close her eyes takes a deep whiff of the air in the apartment; her nose moving up and down in a typical lagomorphic fashion.
HARU: "It does smell different, that's true. But it's not just the flower, it also smells kind of like..."
She suddenly looks confounded.
HARU: "... Fried noodles?"
Legosi sneaks over to the other side of the stove, which is covered by a large towel. He removes the towel and reveals a wok full of food.
LEGOSI: "Surprise."
Haru looks surprised and walks over, looking over the big meal.
HARU: "You've made yakisoba?"
--
We see a flashback, as Legosi thinks back to when his grandfather Gosha helped him renovate the apartment. As they are repainting the wall, he gives him a bit of advice:
GOSHA: "Cook her something. Your grandmother used to love when I surprised her with a meal."
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LEGOSI: "M-hm."
Legosi blushes and stands up straight, almost like he is a private standing in front of a military commander during an inspection.
LEGOSI: "I uh... Figured it would be nice, you know, to make you something sometime!" (Thank God that Mugi had some cookware that I could borrow)
Haru looks at Legosi, cocks an eyebrow and gives off a little smile.
HARU: "You weirdo, you didn't have to do that."
LEGOSI: "But I wanted to."
Haru giggles.
HARU: "Well... It would be rude to say no, and it does smell good. So why don't we dig in?"
Legosi looks excited and proceeds to turn on the stove.
LEGOSI: "Okay, I'll just reheat it then!"
--
TEXT: ABOUT 55 MINUTES BEFORE SEBUN COMES HOME
We are now out in the hall. Fina and Raika has arrived outside by the door to Sebun's apartment and are met by Mugi, who is standing next to it.
MUGI: "It looks like Sebun left the door open when she left an hour ago. I am just watching it for her till she's back. I tried to call her on her cell, but I heard it ringing from inside too."
RAIKA: "She must've been really stressed about something to forget both her phone as well as leave the door open."
FINA: "Do you think it'd be okay if we went in and returned this though? We've had it for a while."
Raika holds up a DVD-copy of Harold and Kumar go to White Castle (2004). Mugi pushes the open apartment-door in.
MUGI: "I think that should be fine."
The three proceed to walk in. Raika places the DVD on a nearby deskcounter. Fina seems to detect something in the air though.
FINA: "Did she leave something cooking? I smell fried noodles."
MUGI: "That's probably from Legosi's place. He's cooked a sweet little meal for his girlfriend."
Fina smiles at this.
FINA: "Aww isn't that nice? Girls like little gestures like that."
Raika gives Fina a skeptical look.
RAIKA: "But you hate when I cook for you..."
A vein of annoyance appears on Fina's head.
FINA: "Because you always make the portions too big, so I have to throw most of it away. Besides, I am not a little girl, I am a grownass woman, so I can make my own meals."
RAIKA: "I never said you couldn't, I just wanted to-"
An argument is about to erupt between the two, but both stop to stare at Mugi, who is pressing his ear against the left wall of the apartment.
FINA: "What are you doing?"
Mugi meet their odd looks with an awkward expression.
MUGI: "I was just a little curious... I mean, aren't you?"
Raika and Fina stare at Mugi, and then they share a look that seems to imply a reluctant 'yes'.
--
TEXT: ABOUT 50 MINUTES BEFORE SEBUN COMES HOME
Legosi and Haru are sitting down by the kotatsu; a bowl of yakisoba each in front of them. Both hold a pair of chopsticks and clap their hands together.
LEGOSI & HARU: "Itadakimasu!"
The two proceed to eat... Or rather, Haru proceeds to eat, while Legosi stares at her in nervous anticipation. Haru chews her first bite carefully. She soon notices Legosi's stare though. Sensing that he is awaiting her response, she swallows.
HARU: "It's good."
Legosi wags his tail.
LEGOSI: "Really?"
HARU: "Yes. The freshness of the carrot shavings really add alot, and it's not too spicy either. You've made yakisoba before?"
LEGOSI: "Well, yes. I used to make it a lot with my grandpa. Though this is the first time I¨ve made it completely vegan."
HARU: "Yum!"
--
Meanwhile, we see that Mugi, Fina and Raika are listening in on them next door. Mugi and Raika is using a glass each while Fina is pressing her ear against the side of Raika's while she is leaning over from the back of his hand.
MUGI: "Sounds like it's going well so far."
Raika looks a little bored though.
RAIKA: "Yeah. not a lot of action yet though. Come on, throw us something saucy!"
Raika places a finger across her lips and shushes him.
--
Legosi and Haru is continues with their meal, as Haru suddenly states:
HARU: "You know, you've never mentioned your family up until now. What are they like?"
Legosi swallows heavily at this and looks a bit uncomfortable.
LEGOSI: "Welll... I uh... I haven't really talked about them, cause I didn't find an opportune moment."
Haru blinks. She finds the word ´opportune´ an odd choice of words in regards to ones family; like a it was a bad subject or something.
HARU: "Why? Don't you get along?"
Legosi looks like he's struggling to find the right words.
LEGOSI: "We've had issues. I was kind of angry at my grandpa for a long time, so I didn't talk to him much after I started at Cherryton. We just recently re-connected..."
Haru looks a little regretful for bringing this up.
HARU: "Oh." (Damn, I must have touched a sensitive subject... I better change it) "What about your parents?"
Legosi looks even more uncomfortable; bordering on depressed. Haru detects the negative vibe and bites down on her lip.
HARU: (Oh no, wrong move...!)
--
In Sebun's apartment, the trio keep on listening.
RAIKA: "Poor guy, sounds like he's got some baggage there."
MUGI: "Maybe they don't approve of their relationship?"
RAIKA: "That would make sense. I mean mine and Fina's doesn't approve of ours."
Fina gives Raika an unamused look.
FINA: "I think theirs is a vastly different situation from our own. I mean they're a couple, and we ain't!"
Raika replies with a sassy tone.
RAIKA: "Well who's fault is that?"
Fina looks annoyed as hell in response.
FINA: "Who's fau- Scale and proportion ought to be the main culprits!"
EBISU: "Um..."
The three look at the door, which has now been opened. In the doorway stands Bogue, Ebisu, Eugen and Zaguan. They stare at the trio while each holding a DVD-copy of Harold and Kumar go to White Castle.
ZAGUAN: "..."
The trio stares back.
RAIKA: "... Sup?"
TEXT: ABOUT 45 MINUTES BEFORE SEBUN COMES HOME
--
HARU: "I am sorry, I didn't mean to open old wounds or anything..."
Legosi looks sad.
LEGOSI: "No, no, it's just... Well, the reason I haven't really talked about my family a lot is because, well, there's a lot to unfold. And a lot of it is not pleasant."
HARU: *HIC!*
Legosi looks surprised, as do Haru, who covers her mouth with one hand.
HARU: (What the...?) "Sorry, I have no idea where that came from."
She gives Legosi a reassuring look.
HARU: "Look, if you want to talk about it, I am all ears. But if you don't want to right now, you don't *HIC!*"
She covers her mouth with both hands this time, seriously surprised now. Legosi gets up.
LEGOSI: "I'll get you something to drink."
As Legosi takes a glass, goes over to the sink and begins to fill it with tapwater. Haru begins to lean over the table, her hands covering her face, like she is feeling sick or something.
HARU: "I feel kind of funny...!"
When Legosi sees this, he hurries over, places the glass of water on the kotatsu and puts a hand on her back. He looks concerned.
LEGOSI: "Haru? Are you alright?"
Haru begins to mumble something without looking up.
HARU: "Flower..."
LEGOSI: "Flower?"
Legosi suddenly recalls a recent memory: Haru examining the potted plant.
FLASHBACK-HARU: "A very healthy-looking specimen at that! To think that such a pretty little baby can be so poisonous...!"
As this flashes through his memory, he also recalls chopping vegetables for the yakisoba, next to the potted plant.
LEGOSI: (No, it couldn't have...)
His thoughts begins to manifest into the worst possible scenario; like seeds or petals falling off the poisonous flower and getting mixed up with the hacked vegetables. He then proceeds to imagine Haru taking her first bite of the yakisoba.
TEXT: POISONOUS
We see a zoom-in of this bite, with Legosi's imagination envisioning a dark aura and skulls and bones dancing across it.
LEGOSI: (NO!)
Legosi grabs a hold of Haru with a scared to death-looking face, while Haru groggily mumbles.
HARU: "Flower... A flower..."
LEGOSI: "Don't worry Haru! You'll be alright, I'll call an ambulance! I'll-"
Haru looks up. Her face is deep-red and sporting a silly grin.
HARU: "If we have a daughter *HIC!* We should name her after a flower! Tee-hee...!"
Legosi looks surprised.
LEGOSI: "Huh?"
TO BE CONTINUED...
Here’s something new I’ve decided to try: making a graphic and coming up with a mini story/scenario to go along with it. I may or may not attempt more of these.
In this “scene,” Jim and Sebastian have agreed to run off and get married, but when they meet for it, Seb discovers that his soon-to-be husband has put a lot more effort into dressing for the event than he has. Hijinks ensue.
