The lab was a mess; broken glass everywhere, a busted shiny machine, one neurotic professor having a breakdown… all pretty wonderful things! But the closer she got, the more Bernkastel sadly realized that a murder hadn’t actually been committed. Someone just stole a Pokemon. What a tragic offense.
She couldn’t even get to the professor before a burly cop blocked her path. “Rule number one: the person who did it must come back to the site. So, are you the one that did it?”
She just shot the cop a deadpan look. “Are you trying to tell me that you are actually stupider than Erika, or what?”
The cop opened his mouth to retort, but the door slammed open and in walked the young boy with his dumb fat blue mouse. “You’ve got it all wrong!” he yelled, “Rika’s a jerk, but she didn’t do it!”
"Yeah, that’s right," Bernkastel proudly proclaimed. Next to her, Vougeot crossed his small arms and shot the cop a prideful glare.
Vougeot’s bird-punching skills cannot be denied.
Such strange creatures. She encountered a rat first, but the moment she commanded Vougeot to scratch it to death, it stuffed a yellow berry into its mouth and bulked itself up from Vougeot’s assault. She frowned, but commanded Vougeot to attack again. To her surprise, it did just that and more- it slashed away at the pitiful rat and then leapt up and punched a bird out of a tree.
She felt her lips curl up in delight. “Wonderful,” she proclaimed, patting it on her head. “You will make for a useful Piece.”
She had woken up in a young child’s body, not much unlike that of her Shell’s. There was a silly hat on her head, and she looked positively ridiculous, so she quickly threw it away and looked around the room. It was something so starkly simple that had to belong to a child.
Where…was she? She remembered looking in some of Auaurora’s books-
-Ah. She must have been sucked in. She tried flying, but her feet stayed firmly on the ground, and her divine tail was nowhere in sight. Hmph, even confined to human limits. What a pity.
//I GOT ACCEPTED IN GRAD SCHOOL FOR MY MA IN TECHNOLOGY AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
More logical fallacies for your viewing pleasure (1/2)
why the hell didn’t i have this during philosophy ;____________;
the t e a waits for
"I can smell it," the undeniably seducing scent of a warm liquid, so tragically beautiful for his taste. "Aromatic spices for delightful seasons. Pray tell, is it plum tea?" Well, he didn’t cheat. He’s spent his youkai life drinking and experimenting but nothing can beat the taste of black tea, the purest of the purest and he hopes this strange lady don’t mind him babbling one bit.
"Hm, you have a good nose." She’d had a cup of black tea with dried plums a few hours back, and perhaps the smell clung to her like perfume. It’s not like she minded, it was the perfect scent to adorn her clothes.
She took a whiff of the scent around the man, but she couldn’t quite place what sort of flavor it was. How strange, she thought, for a Witch like her to be unable to place tea. One moment it was pineapple, the next royal milk. A single particular scent she was able to pick up quite well- the rich taste of illusions. “Quite a flavorful tea in your cup as well.”
i guess i wouldn’t say i’ve stopped rping rika entirely??
and even if i did affiliate her with a group, i’d still associate her with plum’s bern, just because plum’s bern is still 100% my rika’s bern
and because i like their relationship too much to just go and wreck it all
[My Bern will always be your Rika’s Bern! And just the opposite, your Rika will always be my Bern’s Rika!
Your Rika is my Bern’s precious Shell and she loves her too dearly in her awkward Witch way]
unseentearsandpain desires a miracle
[On a lighter note, the poor human soul of whoever had to draw those pictures of the demons in their true forms probably did not have an easy life afterwards.]
[So I was digging through my askbox and realized that a while back someone asked me about the 72 Great Demons, and seeing the Twins on my dash finally prompted me to get back to it.
Here’s the thing- when one looks at the original Lesser Key of Solomon, the demons that are drawn there are…not exactly what we see in Umineko. For example, Gaap has large ears, wings and is large enough to carry a person in its hand, and Zepar is clad in red armor. Not exactly the same thing! Or even close, really.
So what I was thinking is that the forms the Demons take in Umineko are the ones they don to interact with humans. More likely than not, just like the Great Old Ones in the Cthulhu Mythos, a mere human even prepared with the proper protection in summoning would go insane upon seeing a Great Demon’s true form. So while interacting with humans and while being bound to the human plane, they also look human or semi-human to not scare them halfway to death.
But back in Hell, they’re free to roam about in either form, whichever suits their fancy. (And sometimes they wear clothes similar to their true forms hence my headcanon that Furfur wears these shoes for parties)
Why… Why would a person who knows about that hell throw another person into it?! Just because you are bored!?
Yeah, It’s to escape from boredom. Because when we get bored, we remember. We remember that hell. And… By throwing someone else down into that hell, we realize that we’re the ones on the throwing side. And that means we aren’t in hell ourselves.
OH MAN THAT’S AWESOME JUST KNOW THAT I EXPECT PICS
I promise I will give you pics!
Since I can’t actually sew the dress up at the dorm (my sewing machine is one of the old ones built into a desk), I’ll have to wait until the semester is over to start on that ;~;
But as of right now, the wig is almost done, and the crown, boots, gloves and stockings are done!
Still have to finish the face mask (no mouth lol) and pauldrons though. That should be an adventure.
Ooooh what cosplay?
I’m going to be Merag from Zexal!
I told you inspired me, Rua I was being serious ^^