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“Steal the sword, Louie says.” Yvette muttered under her breath as she trudged through the frigid snowy tundra. “That’s our only path to victory, Louie says. Sure, but what he doesn’t bother to mention is that the sword has a mind of its own, and will take everything I say literally, and can also teleport!”
“It also has ears,” the sword supplied helpfully from where it hung at Yvette’s waist. “Well. Metaphorically, at the moment. Rest assured, darling, I can hear everything you’re saying about me. I’m an intelligent being, the least you could do is address me directly when you complain about me!”
Yvette groaned. She’d glare at it to express her displeasure, but she felt a little strange giving an inanimate object the evil eye... or rather what, what should be an inanimate object.
“How did I work for Nidhogg for so long without realizing he has a talking sword?” She grumbled as she pulled her cloak more tightly around her shoulders and tried not to let her teeth chatter. “You were in his office! I saw you every day, and didn’t hear a single peep! I even polished you once!”
“He commanded me not to talk while we were undercover,” the sword said, and somehow it managed to sound pouty. “It was no fun at all to sit in that little display case, day in, day out—we were supposed to be partners, but he treated me like a decoration! Me, Dark Verdict, the Sword of Midnight, forged of Kindred Tears and Elven Blood, turned into a knick knack! You know I was thrilled when King Cesare transferred me to him, thinking that I was finally going to be doing something interesting, but no! Apparently there’s something called the ‘Blood Curse’ now that means he didn’t want to stab everyone? So strange, you humans. Cursing your own blood like that!”
Yvette shook her head. She now had several questions for the sword, both about it and about Nidhogg, but the biting Northern wind was starting to cut through her clothing, and her trudging through the snow was seemingly leading to nowhere. “So, uh.... Dark Verdict, where exactly did you take us? Are we by a town, or even somebody’s house?”
“We are ‘away’,” the sword said. “That’s all you asked for. If you wanted to be by other humans, you should have been more specific.”
Yvette gritted her teeth. “I wasn’t talking to you though, I was using my comm device to—never mind. If I ask again, would you take me to the Nameless Knight headquarters?”
“I won’t,” the sword responded cheerfully. “Not because I wouldn’t want to, but because I’m too tired. It takes a lot of energy to teleport my wielder, and since I’ve hardly killed anyone since being awoken, it takes me a long time to recuperate.”
Yvette groaned. “So thanks to your ‘help’, I’m going to freeze to death?” So much for her grand redemption in the eyes of the light... her first big mission was going to end with her becoming a human icicle! At least Nidhogg would have to do without his magic taking sword from now on... Louie and Agata would have to take it from there, she supposed.
“You’re worried about the cold? If that’s all, I can help with that!” A dark cloud of mist began to flow out of the hilt of the sword. Yvette had to stifle a shriek as a moment later, a woman stepped out of the cloud.
She was.... tall. And intimidating. And beautiful. She had long, flowing salt white hair and sharp blue eyes that were almost glowing. She was dressed in a black and gold Northern Army-style uniform, and had two long swords made of a strange dark metal hanging from her waist.
“Um. Who are you?” Yvette asked, although she was sure this was something else to do with the damn sword.
The woman tilted her head. “I’m Dark Verdict; this is my flesh form. What, did you suppose one of the greatest weapons in all of Miraland would be limited to a single physical existence?”
Yvette blinked a few times and shook her head. “Silly me,” she muttered while mentally cursing Louie for what she was beginning to realize was a woefully inadequate intelligence briefing. “So, you’re a sword, and also a woman. Fine. How does this help me?”
The woman smirked as she shrugged off her long back coat and swung it around in one fluid motion, stepping forward so she could drape the fabric around Yvette’s shoulders. “You are affected by the cold, while I am not, therefore I will allow you to borrow my coat,” Dark Verdict proclaimed gallantly.
The black coat was surprisingly warm for something that hadn’t exactly existed a minute prior. Yvette would have usually felt a little awkward about letting a near stranger give her their coat, but it was freezing enough that she didn’t currently give a damn about normal social conventions.
“Thanks,” she muttered as she quickly stuck her hands outside of the shelter of her own sleeves so she could shift Dark Verdict’s coat to be more effective cover. “This is good. But it doesn’t solve the problem of us being stranded in the wilderness with no way back to civilization. What am I supposed to do when night falls? I’ll still be exposed out here in the freezing cold!”
Dark Verdict pursed her lips and ran a hand over her chin before snapping her fingers and grinning. “I shall start a fire for you! I’m a magic sword, it won’t be that hard.”
Yvette sighed. “And what about shelter?”
The woman only smiled and shook her head. “I shall guide you to shelter. Don’t fret, darling; as long as you carry that sword, I am your devoted servant. Command me as you will, and if it be in my power, I shall do it.”
Yvette bit her lip. Just doing whatever her wielder told her to do? That sure sounded like a shitty, limited existence for a powerful, magical being. But again, now was not the time to worry about that. Maybe she’d have Dark Verdict find her shelter first, and discuss the concept of agency and self determination with her later...
“So... find me shelter, then?”
Dark Verdict’s blue eyes glowed as she grinned, looking more inhuman than she had since she’d materialized. The air around the two of them prickled with an odd energy that made the hair on the back of Yvette’s neck rise up, and Yvette wondered just how little she understood about this magnificent person that had been Nidhogg’s tool. “Your wish is my command, daring. Just until you loose track of that sword, that is.”
MC: Mammon has learned from his mistakes and he tries to be a better person. you can't keep on punishing him and throwing the blame on him no matter how much you love him and want him to learn his lesson.
Lucifer: >:(
Lucifer: *grumble*with that attitude we sure can't
As a big sister myself I understand punishing your little siblings for doing wrong things (and wanting to beat the shit outta them sometimes bc they annoy u) but I think taking all of your frustrations on your lil siblings is a big no no. Especially if it's usually ONE sibling. It makes that specific sibling feel bad and worthless, speaking from experience here since I'm the disappointment of the household ✌🏻. As much as I love Lucifer as a character he really needs to put at least a little bit more of his pride aside and be a little bit more vulnerable. That's something I hope we'll get to see more of in the next lessons
I just looked at the new images from Rescue Riders and they look ugly! I understand this isn’t made for me, but at least other preschool shows have more effort than this.
As someone who grew up when Toy Story was big animation business, and Jimmy Neutron was acceptable quality for a television show, I’m constantly readjusting my mental view for what “bad” children’s 3d cgi tv animation is. I don’t have much familiarity with what animation quality 2019 gives to preschool shows, since I know Paw Patrol exists and that’s… it. My brain’s also thinking about TML, despite it not being preschoolers, I think because of seemingly comparable animation detail in the CGI. So it looks “on par” with what I’m familiar with for little kids, which is admittedly almost nothing.
For me, I think it’s more than acceptable for a tv show aimed at toddlers and preschoolers! It’s bright, it’s colorful, it’s cute, none of the designs are horror-fest or uncanny valley. XD There’s variety to the designs. Do these look like characters that will fit well on screen and attract a budding child’s attention in a positive way? Yeah, I do!
Ultimately, a tv show’s quality is many things. It’s more than the animation. If I had written off stories for my first impression of their looks, I would have missed gems like Adventure Time. Animation, character design, visual art direction, it’s all one part of the whole. It’s the story, it’s the characters, it’s the messages, it’s how it interacts with audiences, that makes or breaks a show. We don’t know how Rescue Riders does with its heart yet. I think it’s way too early to write it off, and it’s sad to write it off so early (especially with people who it’s not the target audience for!), and that it could end up being something darned cute for the kids it’s made for.
As with you, it’s not a show made for me. But I don’t hold any negative feelings for it. I’m not expecting it to be the next Sesame Street or anything, but it could be a positive contribution to the youngest members of our society nonetheless. Go for it, DreamWorks! Give our little audience members a world of Vikings and talking dragons!
Hey, for my mutuals / followers in the Philippines, please stay safe from the ashfall, okay? I know the whole situation with the volcano is reaching all over the country, so please do not inhale the dust / please prepare your emergency supplies in case of an earthquake / blackout.
if theres gonna be a summer fair in hawkins whomst is going to write billy and steve getting forced onto the ferris wheel together and kissing at the top
after the play, neils father sends him off to military school. he has one day to go back to welton to pick up his things and formally say goodbye to his teachers.
he meets up with the dead poets for the last time in his room, and when they all leave and its just neil and todd, neil has an idea.
"let's get married!"
its a crazy idea and neil knows it, but he's in love with todd and he knows he wont see him for many years. if they marry now, just put shitty rings on each others fingers they promise, swear, to meet up later in life and make it real and official.
"with this ring i dub thee sir todd perry."
"why not neil anderson?"
"are you kidding? when you get published in novels, i want to see my own last name on all those covers!"
"...i hate you."
"i love you too, husband."
they have their small ceremony in the cave with all the other poets, and they exchange shitty rings they got off of bottles. itll be a few years, but they maintain that this was their wedding, in a smoky cave in the middle of vermont surrounded by their friends, like they wouldve wanted it to be.
