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you know i'm contractually obligated to ask you for 3zun bingo. but what if i asked you to bingo Each Side of that triangle. maybe just use a different color for each so you don't make 6 bingo cards gkjdhfgkdfg
I think I understood this so here is my chaotic 3zun bingo card
I'm certain that I forgot a checkmark somewhere in here but anyway. Them. My 3zun dynamic enjoyment ranking is 3zun > Nieyao ≥ Xiyao > Nielan.
A Saturday in Jamrock. See the sights. Blend in with the locals. Just a pleasant day out ahead of the transfer, with no hidden hopes, none whatsoever. Kim Kitsuragi doesn’t do hope.
4431w, complete, general audiences, no archive warnings apply. Kim/Harry pre-relationship. Post-Canon, Slice of Life , Jamrock, Paliseum and other sights, Emotionally Repressed, Pining, Not in the style of the game but you can probably spot the passives, Kim got it bad
Happy (?) (we do what we can) anniversary dear dear @venhediss!
The lieutenant stands proud. Ramrod-straight, squared shoulders puffed up by the padding of a Samaran aviator’s jacket and locked in stern stillness by his arms clasped behind his back, he shines under the early Spring sun. The lieutenant misses his reflective RCM patches, which would have helped with the sparkling, but he is on his day off and thus represents nothing but himself; as is, the only proper glistening comes from the thick coat of brilliantine that keeps his hair in check. The rest is attitude, researched and practiced. So he stands, proud, belabouredly cool.
Three men in their seventies stand next to him, all still, all focused, hands religiously clasped behind their backs.
Men of their word.
The signal of the last trial manifests itself in the most radiant beam of light ever seen, just above the centre of the judgement plaza, where those who once were exiles come back to their people once more. Amidst the shining curtain of the Shimmer-pool, a crackle, and then a booming wave of dust washes the light away. The cloud settles. An enormous shadow stands over it. White haired demon of a man, in a golden mantle draped over a blue-and-red shawl, powerful set of horns, and skin darkened by the years waiting in the deserts of the exile.
He walks a few steps, and then collapses on his knees.
An ash-colored sap comes running to his aid. Soon, they embrace.
“I told you that one time…” whispers Oralech… “I would see you here or there, once again.”
“I know,” sobs Volfred, “I knew you were a man of your word.”
***
The alcove whitened under the slowly falling snow. The dark evening accentuated by the cold, had a single dot of roaring and warm red. The hearth besides the Blackwagon, with wood piled up high, provides a bit of solace against the incoming storm. Right on the top of the stockpile, full of stones and lumber, rests a very satisfied Ti’zo, smiling and tired. At the first sign of his trembling sleep, Tariq walks towards the little imp, and leaves his hat over the quivering body of the true winner of the match, with enough care that he can breathe. When Tariq turns around, he finds himself observed by Volfred, curious and smiling, and by Oralech, stifling poorly a laugh
- “I would say that you need your hat, Minstrel, since it’s confusing to ask where does the white of your head end and where does the snow start.” Volfred quips and Oralech loses control. His booming laughter is contagious enough for Tariq to trace a smile in his pale face.
- “Ti’zo earned this small boon.” Tariq sighs. “We wouldn’t want to make our little star of the night sick due to this cold day. Even Erisa felt the brunt of the weather up here, as she is finally fast asleep in the Blackwagon. The night promises an even colder time.”
- “You’re not wrong. Oralech, please fetch something to stoke the fires higher.”
Oralech, still smiling, ambles to the stockpile and brings out four of the biggest logs he can carry, throws them in the flame unceremoniously, and returns to the stone where he was sitting. A small pleasant silence fills the atmosphere, as the fire soon grows and rages. The storm placates, and the three men envelop themselves in their coats. Oralech and Volfred bundle together, the fire reflecting in their eyes. Tariq brings out a lute and plays a small song, the one about Plurnes.
- “You know… I think I’m going to miss Brighton dearly, all in all.” Oralech says with sadness.
- “We all will.” Tariq replies “But he earned his reprieve.”
- “And you will soon follow him.” Volfred adds. “Perhaps you will regain the chance to practice medicine, even.”
- “That’s somewhat a relief, if I’m honest!” Oralech beams with the chance, and the flame shines in his eye. “I’m afraid I could lose my healing skill… I only practiced on the battlefield. It’s not the same to be able to attend wounded soldiers, with a permanent sense of urgency, than to bring health to a child. I would very much like that.”
Volfred pulls his head lower into his coat. A tinge of bitterness in his eyes betrays the signal of fear and loss he might experience, but beyond that, a feeling that he may not be able to conceal anymore.
- “I would also like to return to the city, too… but I would be always afraid. Even if I were to be free, the literacy ban would just eventually return me to this place.”
- “If I were there, I would protect you. That’s why I think I need to return before any of us returns. I must protect those that would be sent to the downside for reading.” Oralech insists with fervor, looking at the diminished sap with interest.
- “Then you would be sent back too. You know how the ranks of the military are. You’ve told me before.”
Oralech is overcome by a cold anger. His memories come flashing by, uncalled. His eyes set on the flaring coals.
- “Forget the high ranks. I believe it is unfair how our soldiers die for the pleasure of older men who don’t see blood in their lives. Young men run a thousand miles to make war, in the name of people who wouldn’t walk ten meters to sit and talk with their enemies. I wonder how many wars would have been prevented if the great generals had made the right call at the right time… They enforce the literacy ban to make themselves necessary. Many years I wondered if the highway remnants were right when they attacked us, but now I’ve roamed this land, this endless desert, and now I believe their generals may not be that different. Fools, all of them. I damn them for sending us here.”
He stops to catch his breath. Volfred moves with his hand a strand of the brown mop of hair away from the man’s eyes. Tariq’s song switches to a slightly livelier tune about the old king.
- “I’m sorry that you feel that way. I understand your motivations, but a single nightingale won’t make our summer. We’ll need more of us up there”
- “So you agree with me, Volfred?”
- “Oralech, I told all about you my revolutionary plan. Of course, I agree with you. However, it requires both time, and faith. Faith in ourselves and faith in others to come.”
- “What do you mean by that?”
- “He states the obvious, Oralech.” Interrupts Tariq while still aptly playing. “The Nightwings are a barely working team as it stands right now. You are four. Were you to leave, that would make them three. Erisa, Volfred, and the Great Star, Ti’zo. What would happen were both you and Volfred disappear from the Downside?”
Volfred sits up straighter, and Oralech hunches back a bit.
- “The Nightwings would disappear.”
- “That’s very much right.” Tariq agrees with his small smile disappearing. “Volfred is Right. You need to set a legacy.”
- “And that will not be done by us sitting here wondering how to fix our situation upside, and not thinking of our remaining days here.” Volfred pleads. “The stars dictate our path, but that means we must grow. That is our purpose, here. To bring everyone under our wing and protect them. I want us to be more than the team that oversees and judges of the future liberation. I want us to be also a symbol of hope.”
- “But it will take time, and I might be discovered.” Oralech mumbles. “They might kill me. They might kill you. We need safety in numbers and in position.”
- “I know, but that’s why we need the plan.” Volfred turns and grabs Oralech by his hand. “We’re little more than aggrandized sphinxes, asking for others to solve our riddle. We must be on the proposing side. We must come to the light, and face it undaunted. If we do things right, I’m sure we will find each other eventually. I will be there. I will rejoin you.”
- “I’d hate to wait. Were you not to come, I’d seek you, and I’d find you, and I’d berate you for taking so much of my time.”
The two of them look at each other happily, and they recline one into the other. A thought crosses the mind of Oralech: a question he now gets the chance to answer.
- “Tariq. You’ve seen most of our wars, have you not?”
- “I have, though not gladly nor by choice. I do get to see their sons.”
- “What is your take on them?”
The music stops. The lute master opens his coat and produces a green, ethereal crystal, and looks deep into it. His voice is soft, and yet, it reaches into them as if he were right beside them.
- “I think nothing of wars, though I hate conflict. It’s easy to hate something that you can see, feel or touch, but wars, to someone forced to be in the sideline, are a shapeless thing. A mass of cut limbs, sad people, and strewn tears. In the beginning, all I could think of was how lucky I was to be paired with someone whom I love so profusely…” Tariq looks at the summit longingly. “But now, even love has become a medium line. It is what I breathe, what I live, and what I am. When you are eternally happy in your station, you see others justifying themselves in the horrors they perpetuate through the power of their love, and you ask yourself if the nature of love is one alone. Can we really be driven to war because we love too much? Is our love of our country dangerous? The territory, the people, the culture… is this a valid excuse to snuff one another? I soon saw that only the dumb believe in a destructive love. They are not ready for real love, and so, they hate, and they despair, and that is what they bring to others.”
He looks at the couple, and sees them in fear.
- “That is why I enjoy love in purity and simplicity. Love in the form of a postcard, a good meal, the commonality of community. I enjoy being with you, and I will ride it out with you for a little while more, if you allow me. That is, until I must return to Celeste.”
- “You’re always welcome.” Volfred responds.
- “And even if we lose each other… We will meet whenever the stars align.” Oralech agrees.
***
“Have the stars aligned, my dear?” Oralech asks innocently.
“I will see them once your eyes stop shining bright.” Volfred Replies.
“Took me long enough to find you, but Tariq is not with me…”
“I know, and it saddens me, but now, it’s up to him to find us.”
Fin. **************************************************************************
I really hope they appreciate it. I’m not a very good writer, so I took extra effort and it took some time in the making, so, as luck would have it, here it goes. @Venhediss
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venhediss replied to your post: I honestly haven’t been that post-stoked about an...
there’s apparently gonna be another season?? this felt so much like a finale tho
Yeeeeeeep. A season and a movie.
I’m thinking maybe it’ll be dealing with aftermath? I have 0 idea
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oooh, *wishlists*.
“Join ussss,” I say, in a definitely not at all sinister way. junemermaid replied to your post “What is Pyre and why do I think you should play it?”
This has been on my radar for months, but I was a bit intimidated by the "sports team" aspect so thank you for this clarifying post! Christmas gift to myself, I think that could be doable.
Oh, I’m so glad to hear it! This is just what I hoped to accomplish with my post. And I strongly suspect you will love it. feedthedamnfish replied to your post “So related to my Pyre feels - there’s probably going to be a flood of...”
You made me very curious about the game! It's on my "to play" list!
*rubs hands in glee not at all in an evil mastermind way* venhediss replied to your post “What is Pyre and why do I think you should play it?”
If you want more people to talk to, check out the supergiant discord server! I'll reply with an invite link here in a second
Oh, thank you! I have never quite figured out this discord thing but maybe this is a good occasion to give it a try. At least once I get through finals. todisturbtheuniverse replied to your post “What is Pyre and why do I think you should play it?”
looks really interesting! i'll have to add it to my list.
MUAHAHA. I laugh. Like a pleased friend. Definitely not a supervillain. :D And @lhs3020b, multi-reply somehow failed to grab your response, but I’m glad you’re intrigued. (That makes 5 souls... er... potential players!)
I’m not over Ligeratus/Ligaramis/Maga-ratus
Pyre does so much with its half-created language such that I tend to listen for inflections and tone (this is why Oralech’s sneering rendition of Noxalis gave me this like physical, want-to-get-further-away-from-the-screen reaction) but not focus on the words
Pamitha’s “Reader” sounds dainty (maybe that’s why it’s ‘translated’ as “darling Reader” but also sort of fey or arrogant - she knows it’s a Commonwealth-style word)
Whereas Gilman is like like “HELLO LORD MEGA WORD WATCHER”
For those of you who like slav squats
Hi there! I've seen some talk in youtube comments, review videos, etc. about how bad the dialogue writing and the writing in general is for ME:A, but I haven't seen many people explaining /why/ they think it's bad. I just wanted to ask you and your other followers what y'all really liked or really didn't like about the writing, whether it's the story, the character arcs, the dialogue, whatever. I personally liked it a lot overall, but I want to understand where everyone's coming from!
Hi :)The few moments where I think the dialogues feel “off” are mostly when Ryder asks people questions. They answer very truthfully, confess their darkest secrets and it’s all very sad when Ryder moves on by saying “Okay, enough of that.” oO
But the writing in general, It’s too early for me to comment on it.
I’ll be curious to see what people think!
