It's Turbin' Time (Library of Ruina Modded/Arknights)
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It's less a specific fanfiction and more a type of fanfiction that is usually popular to write in stories where things generally go from bad to worse in some way. They can go one of two ways; a comedy or something with a lot of angst. There is rarely a middle ground.
Reaction fanfiction is usually about how X in-universe characters react to the memories or experiences of another in-universe character (usually protagonists). Things they normally couldn't know otherwise for a variety of reasons; the way this happens can be as basic, cliché and lazy as an ROB locking the entire cast of characters into a pocket dimension of a movie theater where he forces them to watch. Or as elaborate as an entire event meant to explore those secrets and experiences. The best reaction fanfictions themselves usually involve (in my own experience as a reader) a fairly well done character study that may or may not touch on themes that in a narrative more in line with canon could not be explored for a variety of complex reasons.
In short; a lot comes down to the reaction of other characters (from within or outside their own universe, in the case of crossovers), where there is a certain exploration of themes. It's something meant in part to be cathartic. That's why sometimes that kind of fanfiction can be more related to healing fanfiction. It's a consensus of experiences between characters that lead to important fixes or discussions that should have been had long ago in the canon of their own story.
For example, the best reaction fanfictions I've read are from Re;Zero, where they involve the characters somehow (more or less convincingly) dodging Subaru's cognition filter, making them aware of what their power is, the implications, etc. Sometimes being able to see their memories themselves.
The best fanfictions I've read of this type have left me with discomfort after reading them, like when you read something that leaves you thinking or something like a horror novel; it's visceral. Pure madness. The realization of knowing that in fact, the discovery of your secret is, in a realistic perspective, a much worse outcome for both itself and others. One thing that pities and irreparably destroys all his relationships: because the realization of his experiences makes it clear how incomprehensible he himself is. The distance that actually exists between him and other human beings or any other existence. And that, that's scary as shit. The fact that no matter what he does, he can never change that outcome, or go back to being a normal person.
And if you want an example of Arknights as a comparison or approach, the Subaru of the current Arcs (because their story isn't over yet) has far more in common with the Doctor (Babel) mixed with an Eldritch entity (in how much thinking) than with anything else you can describe. His experiences essentially turned him into a war machine, who is unconsciously predisposed to manipulate others if it helps him win. Without exaggeration, in much the same way as happened with the Doctor during his time at Babel. With the difference being that Subaru's kind nature makes him not treat others as expendable. But more like game pieces to put in specific places.
Pieces that he has sincere appreciation for, but pieces. Subaru is a high performance dependent mad. He will latch on to almost anyone who shows him goodwill. And when it comes to solving problems or helping those people, he'll turn into a multitasking strategic genius at the drop of a hat.
Edit; Wow, sorry, looks like I got a little excited with the explanation haha.
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questioningmeme
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Tldr; reaction content involves characters of any fictional series reacting to a fictional story, either their own future or other universes.
I'm going to be rather mean; my explanation is better.
thenew
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Watching Him Die Again And Again is one of the most popular around. Personally speaking, I'm not a fan and I haven't seen anything that I really liked in the reaction genre. I've seen chatfics that had me laughing, fuck, I already saw well-executed Prom AUs, but so far, reaction genre as a whole has been a disappointment for me. If you want a really good Re:Zero fic that I can recommend, try out Crusch IF.
Anyway. It seems that Smoke War remains on the top of the game. Less than two hours to vote end.
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aka subaru chooses best girl IF instead of choosing the gorilla brained half elf aka gorillia.
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The Lowtide
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[X] "Book of the Dreaming Current"
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questioningmeme
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Personally speaking, reaction fics are very hit or miss.
As it requires an even heavier amount of character knowledge than usual.
As it requires an even heavier amount of character knowledge than usual.
Whiskas
This Thyme? Disco Time.
They are a guilty pleasure for many though. Myself included.
questioningmeme
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That's what they are indeed.
I myself enjoy them too, especially the top-tier Attack on Titan reaction fics (before the ending killed it), but seriously speaking?
I wouldn't recommend a reaction fic to someone.
I myself enjoy them too, especially the top-tier Attack on Titan reaction fics (before the ending killed it), but seriously speaking?
I wouldn't recommend a reaction fic to someone.
Interlude: Casefile 311-5
thenew
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Interlude: Casefile 311-5
<All right... here it is.>
"Time heals all wounds, but my own issues show no sign of being resolved."
"It has only been three and a half years, as the log date aptly demonstrates. While the dimensional manipulation technology that would allow me to return home continues to elude me, and the Purple Tear has shown no signs of rescuing us to pay back some of the favors she owns Sieg, I have found a haven in the Kazdelian civil war- in this case, the organization known as Babel."
"It houses the military genius known as the Doctor-"
<Bit of corruption here, he goes in for a good ten seconds but it's all impossible to hear.>
"The medical genius known as Kal'tsit, the King of the Sarkaz race, Theresa, and many others. In return for assistance in her goal of a cure to Oripathy, I have been granted a safe port, so to say. It is an interesting place."
"So far, repairing my prosthetics has not been an issue, but there may come a time where I do not have Babel's resources at my disposal, and I may experience memory decay. As such, I have decided to keep a personal log for myself. The storage process of the TimeTrack Protocol logs is complete, but I will need to translate them to a more manageable format, as I have noticed there are numerous required secondary areas that one would need to learn before actually putting the work to understand TimeTrack."
"I could actually teach a college course in dimensional ripping, and that is only one of the possible steps to extract time and viabilize the process. Hm."
"Anyway, I have decided that, once I have finished, I will give the TimeTrack logs to Closure, as I can keep track of the info inside without any issue in my own databanks. It seems to be much more resistant to data corruption, for reasons I have yet to discern- perhaps the section of my databanks where they are stored is immune? Nevertheless, I have decided that these personal logs will remain with me. If I ever need to leave Babel, I will ask Closure to keep them somewhere and open them if I happen to die or enter an unrecognizable state due to memory decay."
<He never gave me the rest of the logs. He didn't have time for it.>
"Perhaps the King could take them, if I asked. She's far too kind for her own good, but she will…"
"...I believe she will outlive me, at least. That she will outlive us all. Except Doctor Kal'tsit, obviously."
"But enough of such talk. I am here to store a significant part of my own self in the case data decay causes it to slip away. In this case, a little history lesson. The events that shaped the City, and shaped me. The Smoke War."
"I have seen numerous parallels between the Smoke War's events and the currently ongoing Kazdel civil war. Not political events, of course. I care little for those, as I spend most of the time researching the specifics of Oripathy and its interaction with the temporal mechanics of my own technology. I believe I am discovering a possible method of inducing the "burst of power" that Infected Arts Users can manifest, without the risk of accelerated Oripathy progression. If one could rewind one's body in the very second that the burst ends… if the burst was very short-lived, that would be possible. But the energy costs make it prohibitive. Unless the device was embedded into the user's nervous system and fed on the progressing Originium growth? That would allow for essentially perpetual motion: the burst of power creates Originium, that is then consumed to reverse the damage of the Oripathic burst of power. As long as the user mantains a healthy fat reserve and has no issues with telomere shortening and possible cancer growths…"
<He keeps rambling on for like 10 minutes before he catches himself. It's... uh, kind of weird he was thinking about that. I think he put all of his data in those logs he was supposed to give me... but thanks to the Confessarius, it all went up in flames.>
"Ah, I went in a tangent. Apologies."
<Despite what it might look like, Lech really was not the kind to ramble in general conversation. Like, he rambled a LOT when we were talking engineering, but everywhere else he'd be laser-focused on the topic. And always dead serious. And no slacking off when he was involved, no no.>
"Neverthless, I have found numerous similarities between the Wars. Not in the events that occur, but the symptoms of the war itself."
"With the collapse of L-Corp, numerous Feathers of the Nest had to move to another District in order to survive, both from the old L-Corp and th"Log Date: Third Year, Sixth Month, Eleventh Day, 9:15. Lech Ckstreios' personal logs, volume 31."
"...I have decided to store more personal things in this log collection. When this started, I was simply trying to store data. I feared that I would forget the technology behind the TimeTrack Protocol-"
<Way more corruption. This one log was the only one we recovered, but it's still pretty busted up.>
"-collapsing G-Corp. The same was true of the Backstreets denizens, but to a lesser extent: the most likely fate is that they ended up falling under the sway of a Finger, likely the Index, the Thumb or the Middle. Such things are also present in the Sarkaz Diaspora: there are reports of refugees being exploited for cheap labor or having to join criminal organizations to avoid living as second-class citizens, but that seems intrinsic to the influx of people in a desperate state into a new territory."
"I have observed such things in the war-affected areas where we pass. it is easy to notice that immigration is in an all-time high, and… most of them have no intention to return. Frankly, good for them. Were it not for the King, I would say this place is beyond saving."
"Kazdel has little hope, I believe. What G-Corp soldier, at the war's end, held any belief in a comeback? Not even one. I'm told that even their generals and managers took whatever chance they had to escape. The war was lost. Honor and hope are for the winners. Now is not the time for any of that- surviving is the most important matter."
"...will I ever stop caring? I remember my own Nest, back in T-Corp. I remember that street we used to live in. There was not one family that did not walk without loss in their eyes. When we pass through these villages, that scene returns to my mind. Will it grow fainter, with time? I do not know. I'll submit some of the designs of my prosthetics to Closure later. Maybe she can help."
<Lech never submitted most of these designs to me, but what was submitted was invaluable. Glaucus' legs are almost entirely identical to his, and some of the neural replacements helped a lot with stabilizing some of the worst cases of Oripathic brain damage, such as Joyce's chip. For the record, that's Operator Ptilopsis.>
"How I wish Sieghart was here. He would know what to say. I… if I was home, I would not be like this. I would not feel like an outsider."
"I believe I will never truly feel at home, not here. Not ever. It is fun, and I enjoy the debates over medical documentation with Warfarin. I felt my mechanical heart stop, yesterday, for one second, when the King tripped over her own feet and accidentally slammed her head on a wall. She got one of her horns stuck, and I had to pry her out of it."
<Lech chuckles after that, but... I think it's a prerecorded noise? Not sure.>
"It reminds me of home, but it is not home. Sometimes I look over my shoulder, expecting Arabella to shake me out of my studies and call me for a job. I pass by the library and expect Wympe, Sieghart and Stock Man to be there, spending long nights over contracts and dealings with Associations."
"I sometimes expect Heavy, or Max, or Rat King, to barge out of the door and ask me some inane and pointless question. I feel lonely, I believe. While this place is interesting, it is not for me. I was not supposed to be here. Perhaps it would be better without my presence."
"Returning to the topic of the Smoke War. I did not fight there. I was already on my fifties, and I was a scientist that no one with their reason intact would send to the frontlines. Neither did I lose any of my family in it. There was an old cousin whose eldest child died in a fight, but I never knew him well, and I knew the child even less. But not one of my children failed to come home to me and Miriam. Neither did any of their friends. We were very lucky, I believe."
"But I saw the haunted eyes of my neighbors. I asked one of them- Anna. I asked Anna how was her son, when I was taking the train to work one morning. She answered with one word- "gone." I did not sleep well that night, and I never saw Anna again."
"I see those haunted eyes everywhere I go. I see that not one family in Kazdel has not lost family, loved ones, or treasured friends. I have taken to lock myself in my own room until they leave. I cannot look at the eyes of the Sarkaz people."
<...we never did know he was feeling that way. He said he was simply trying to get the Flux project done as soon at it could. Unfortunately, he did not get to do anything but that prototype before Theresa died, and the damn thing is hard to get to work…>
"...while we lost no one in the war, that did not mean we did not lose. My son became a Fixer, married a Fixer, and my daughter followed my footsteps and joined I-Corp as an Agent. I remember them - my own children staring at the wall, jumping at shadows, shivering at the sound of thunder. The two twins had once an idea for a prank. They caught a little roach, and tossed it at their mother. When she was sleeping. An innocent prank."
"I woke up to them both calling me. Her mother was in the corner of the room, shivering. Reduced to wracking sobs. I saw the long scar in her chest…"
<The log pauses there for a few minutes. It seems that a bit of the tape has been corrupted. The next part seems to have been recorded later.>
"Turbulence Office is much the same. As much as Sieghart projected his unyielding face of unbreakable steel, I could see the cracks. I see the gaping hole in his memories, of something that was torn out from him. I saw the attachment that Beats had to us. The hurried, trembling hands. Like he is worried we will disappear… like the rest of the Offices he was part of. He joined Turbulence during the War, didn't he? The last survivor of Windfall Office. I see the way Nicole smokes compulsively, trying to feel something… something she felt a long time ago."
"There are not many places that can take a Feather of the Nest of a dead Wing. I am happy that she managed to find her way to Turbulence Office."
"What was the point of this war? Greed? Lobotomy Corp rose as the new productor of energy, and they reaped unbelievable bounties. They spent trillions in our services for reasons I did not know nor understand. They bought enormous amounts of time at utterly ridiculous prices and they did not even blink at the sight."
"Was this the purpose of the war? So Lobotomy Corporation's founders could enrich themselves and then explode their corporation? Did their high command flee to a beach somewhere to watch as the City tears itself apart?"
"What was the point of all this madness? I do not understand. Why did we launch ourselves by the million at each other, brother against brother? My own brother joined G-Corp. He died in a battle years before the war, but I wonder. Had he survived, would he have met blades with my daughter? Would she be forced to render her own uncle into a pile of ashes in the ground?"
"Would I be allowed to mourn him? Would that be treason?"
<Log cuts here before returning. This part was recorded almost a hour later, it seems, in an entirely different part of the landship. Likely an exposed to the elements, given by the wind. It seems that the hour between those two parts was cut.>
"T-Corp has been nothing but kind to me for my years of work- even providing my family with my own retirement benefits after I vanished. There seems to be no sign of resentment there. but I wonder what would it take for it to change. I wonder what would it take for T-Corp to take them, use them, and toss them away… what would it take for T-Corp to do that to my children? To me? To leave vagrants, eating scraps and rumaging through trash like Rats? Or to simply dispose of them? My greatest regret is that when I came to this world, I left them behind. I hope they're well."
"I wonder if when little Amiya grows up, this war will still be ongoing. I suspect it will. I suspect it will not end. But time heals all wounds. If my equations are correct, we should be… we should be around the first appearance. The effect that threw us across the world will not stop with me. Each member of Turbulence Office must enter at a different time. I have pinpointed Sieghart's presence in time to a few dozen years from now, around the year 1110. If my calculations are right… he could help me in this. I can store enough flow of time to alter the frequency and throw the date a few years ahead of schedule. If everything goes right, I can even go back home one day…"
<We did found some of the calculations, and they're… uh, primitive? Sort of. Some of the parts are far superior to our understanding of mathematics, such as most of the field he referred to as "Temporal Geometry," and the whole part involving dimensional ripping, but others are shockingly outdated! I noticed a lot of stuff he could have optimized, but according what I got from his notes, T-Corp is missing some things, mostly the frequency parts, that we discovered decades, or even a whole century ago! I believe it's because of Originium- its study did result on several advances on that particular area, essentially thanks to the existance of the frequency and sound-based Arts that were a major focus of Leithianian Casters. Without Originium, it would be far more difficult to get these theorems...>
"It was too much for my first personal log. I'll have to revise it. Maybe cut some content that isn't necessary. Most of the technical parts. It's also very poorly structured, I believe. No real end in sight, simply rambling endlessly, jumping from one topic to another… well. End of log, I suppose-
<There's a loud noise here, and then you can hear… yeah, that's W- screaming in panic.>
"W? What the- your Highness? Your Highness!"
<It's supposed to be the end of log here, but then he doesn't stop recording there, he just stops a hour later when he gets back to the room, which made the whole thing a lot longer. He just runs out of the room? I don't know why, I think something happened on that day? But well.>
<...I still miss him.>
<All right... here it is.>
"Time heals all wounds, but my own issues show no sign of being resolved."
"It has only been three and a half years, as the log date aptly demonstrates. While the dimensional manipulation technology that would allow me to return home continues to elude me, and the Purple Tear has shown no signs of rescuing us to pay back some of the favors she owns Sieg, I have found a haven in the Kazdelian civil war- in this case, the organization known as Babel."
"It houses the military genius known as the Doctor-"
<Bit of corruption here, he goes in for a good ten seconds but it's all impossible to hear.>
"The medical genius known as Kal'tsit, the King of the Sarkaz race, Theresa, and many others. In return for assistance in her goal of a cure to Oripathy, I have been granted a safe port, so to say. It is an interesting place."
"So far, repairing my prosthetics has not been an issue, but there may come a time where I do not have Babel's resources at my disposal, and I may experience memory decay. As such, I have decided to keep a personal log for myself. The storage process of the TimeTrack Protocol logs is complete, but I will need to translate them to a more manageable format, as I have noticed there are numerous required secondary areas that one would need to learn before actually putting the work to understand TimeTrack."
"I could actually teach a college course in dimensional ripping, and that is only one of the possible steps to extract time and viabilize the process. Hm."
"Anyway, I have decided that, once I have finished, I will give the TimeTrack logs to Closure, as I can keep track of the info inside without any issue in my own databanks. It seems to be much more resistant to data corruption, for reasons I have yet to discern- perhaps the section of my databanks where they are stored is immune? Nevertheless, I have decided that these personal logs will remain with me. If I ever need to leave Babel, I will ask Closure to keep them somewhere and open them if I happen to die or enter an unrecognizable state due to memory decay."
<He never gave me the rest of the logs. He didn't have time for it.>
"Perhaps the King could take them, if I asked. She's far too kind for her own good, but she will…"
"...I believe she will outlive me, at least. That she will outlive us all. Except Doctor Kal'tsit, obviously."
"But enough of such talk. I am here to store a significant part of my own self in the case data decay causes it to slip away. In this case, a little history lesson. The events that shaped the City, and shaped me. The Smoke War."
"I have seen numerous parallels between the Smoke War's events and the currently ongoing Kazdel civil war. Not political events, of course. I care little for those, as I spend most of the time researching the specifics of Oripathy and its interaction with the temporal mechanics of my own technology. I believe I am discovering a possible method of inducing the "burst of power" that Infected Arts Users can manifest, without the risk of accelerated Oripathy progression. If one could rewind one's body in the very second that the burst ends… if the burst was very short-lived, that would be possible. But the energy costs make it prohibitive. Unless the device was embedded into the user's nervous system and fed on the progressing Originium growth? That would allow for essentially perpetual motion: the burst of power creates Originium, that is then consumed to reverse the damage of the Oripathic burst of power. As long as the user mantains a healthy fat reserve and has no issues with telomere shortening and possible cancer growths…"
<He keeps rambling on for like 10 minutes before he catches himself. It's... uh, kind of weird he was thinking about that. I think he put all of his data in those logs he was supposed to give me... but thanks to the Confessarius, it all went up in flames.>
"Ah, I went in a tangent. Apologies."
<Despite what it might look like, Lech really was not the kind to ramble in general conversation. Like, he rambled a LOT when we were talking engineering, but everywhere else he'd be laser-focused on the topic. And always dead serious. And no slacking off when he was involved, no no.>
"Neverthless, I have found numerous similarities between the Wars. Not in the events that occur, but the symptoms of the war itself."
"With the collapse of L-Corp, numerous Feathers of the Nest had to move to another District in order to survive, both from the old L-Corp and th"Log Date: Third Year, Sixth Month, Eleventh Day, 9:15. Lech Ckstreios' personal logs, volume 31."
"...I have decided to store more personal things in this log collection. When this started, I was simply trying to store data. I feared that I would forget the technology behind the TimeTrack Protocol-"
<Way more corruption. This one log was the only one we recovered, but it's still pretty busted up.>
"-collapsing G-Corp. The same was true of the Backstreets denizens, but to a lesser extent: the most likely fate is that they ended up falling under the sway of a Finger, likely the Index, the Thumb or the Middle. Such things are also present in the Sarkaz Diaspora: there are reports of refugees being exploited for cheap labor or having to join criminal organizations to avoid living as second-class citizens, but that seems intrinsic to the influx of people in a desperate state into a new territory."
"I have observed such things in the war-affected areas where we pass. it is easy to notice that immigration is in an all-time high, and… most of them have no intention to return. Frankly, good for them. Were it not for the King, I would say this place is beyond saving."
"Kazdel has little hope, I believe. What G-Corp soldier, at the war's end, held any belief in a comeback? Not even one. I'm told that even their generals and managers took whatever chance they had to escape. The war was lost. Honor and hope are for the winners. Now is not the time for any of that- surviving is the most important matter."
"...will I ever stop caring? I remember my own Nest, back in T-Corp. I remember that street we used to live in. There was not one family that did not walk without loss in their eyes. When we pass through these villages, that scene returns to my mind. Will it grow fainter, with time? I do not know. I'll submit some of the designs of my prosthetics to Closure later. Maybe she can help."
<Lech never submitted most of these designs to me, but what was submitted was invaluable. Glaucus' legs are almost entirely identical to his, and some of the neural replacements helped a lot with stabilizing some of the worst cases of Oripathic brain damage, such as Joyce's chip. For the record, that's Operator Ptilopsis.>
"How I wish Sieghart was here. He would know what to say. I… if I was home, I would not be like this. I would not feel like an outsider."
"I believe I will never truly feel at home, not here. Not ever. It is fun, and I enjoy the debates over medical documentation with Warfarin. I felt my mechanical heart stop, yesterday, for one second, when the King tripped over her own feet and accidentally slammed her head on a wall. She got one of her horns stuck, and I had to pry her out of it."
<Lech chuckles after that, but... I think it's a prerecorded noise? Not sure.>
"It reminds me of home, but it is not home. Sometimes I look over my shoulder, expecting Arabella to shake me out of my studies and call me for a job. I pass by the library and expect Wympe, Sieghart and Stock Man to be there, spending long nights over contracts and dealings with Associations."
"I sometimes expect Heavy, or Max, or Rat King, to barge out of the door and ask me some inane and pointless question. I feel lonely, I believe. While this place is interesting, it is not for me. I was not supposed to be here. Perhaps it would be better without my presence."
"Returning to the topic of the Smoke War. I did not fight there. I was already on my fifties, and I was a scientist that no one with their reason intact would send to the frontlines. Neither did I lose any of my family in it. There was an old cousin whose eldest child died in a fight, but I never knew him well, and I knew the child even less. But not one of my children failed to come home to me and Miriam. Neither did any of their friends. We were very lucky, I believe."
"But I saw the haunted eyes of my neighbors. I asked one of them- Anna. I asked Anna how was her son, when I was taking the train to work one morning. She answered with one word- "gone." I did not sleep well that night, and I never saw Anna again."
"I see those haunted eyes everywhere I go. I see that not one family in Kazdel has not lost family, loved ones, or treasured friends. I have taken to lock myself in my own room until they leave. I cannot look at the eyes of the Sarkaz people."
<...we never did know he was feeling that way. He said he was simply trying to get the Flux project done as soon at it could. Unfortunately, he did not get to do anything but that prototype before Theresa died, and the damn thing is hard to get to work…>
"...while we lost no one in the war, that did not mean we did not lose. My son became a Fixer, married a Fixer, and my daughter followed my footsteps and joined I-Corp as an Agent. I remember them - my own children staring at the wall, jumping at shadows, shivering at the sound of thunder. The two twins had once an idea for a prank. They caught a little roach, and tossed it at their mother. When she was sleeping. An innocent prank."
"I woke up to them both calling me. Her mother was in the corner of the room, shivering. Reduced to wracking sobs. I saw the long scar in her chest…"
<The log pauses there for a few minutes. It seems that a bit of the tape has been corrupted. The next part seems to have been recorded later.>
"Turbulence Office is much the same. As much as Sieghart projected his unyielding face of unbreakable steel, I could see the cracks. I see the gaping hole in his memories, of something that was torn out from him. I saw the attachment that Beats had to us. The hurried, trembling hands. Like he is worried we will disappear… like the rest of the Offices he was part of. He joined Turbulence during the War, didn't he? The last survivor of Windfall Office. I see the way Nicole smokes compulsively, trying to feel something… something she felt a long time ago."
"There are not many places that can take a Feather of the Nest of a dead Wing. I am happy that she managed to find her way to Turbulence Office."
"What was the point of this war? Greed? Lobotomy Corp rose as the new productor of energy, and they reaped unbelievable bounties. They spent trillions in our services for reasons I did not know nor understand. They bought enormous amounts of time at utterly ridiculous prices and they did not even blink at the sight."
"Was this the purpose of the war? So Lobotomy Corporation's founders could enrich themselves and then explode their corporation? Did their high command flee to a beach somewhere to watch as the City tears itself apart?"
"What was the point of all this madness? I do not understand. Why did we launch ourselves by the million at each other, brother against brother? My own brother joined G-Corp. He died in a battle years before the war, but I wonder. Had he survived, would he have met blades with my daughter? Would she be forced to render her own uncle into a pile of ashes in the ground?"
"Would I be allowed to mourn him? Would that be treason?"
<Log cuts here before returning. This part was recorded almost a hour later, it seems, in an entirely different part of the landship. Likely an exposed to the elements, given by the wind. It seems that the hour between those two parts was cut.>
"T-Corp has been nothing but kind to me for my years of work- even providing my family with my own retirement benefits after I vanished. There seems to be no sign of resentment there. but I wonder what would it take for it to change. I wonder what would it take for T-Corp to take them, use them, and toss them away… what would it take for T-Corp to do that to my children? To me? To leave vagrants, eating scraps and rumaging through trash like Rats? Or to simply dispose of them? My greatest regret is that when I came to this world, I left them behind. I hope they're well."
"I wonder if when little Amiya grows up, this war will still be ongoing. I suspect it will. I suspect it will not end. But time heals all wounds. If my equations are correct, we should be… we should be around the first appearance. The effect that threw us across the world will not stop with me. Each member of Turbulence Office must enter at a different time. I have pinpointed Sieghart's presence in time to a few dozen years from now, around the year 1110. If my calculations are right… he could help me in this. I can store enough flow of time to alter the frequency and throw the date a few years ahead of schedule. If everything goes right, I can even go back home one day…"
<We did found some of the calculations, and they're… uh, primitive? Sort of. Some of the parts are far superior to our understanding of mathematics, such as most of the field he referred to as "Temporal Geometry," and the whole part involving dimensional ripping, but others are shockingly outdated! I noticed a lot of stuff he could have optimized, but according what I got from his notes, T-Corp is missing some things, mostly the frequency parts, that we discovered decades, or even a whole century ago! I believe it's because of Originium- its study did result on several advances on that particular area, essentially thanks to the existance of the frequency and sound-based Arts that were a major focus of Leithianian Casters. Without Originium, it would be far more difficult to get these theorems...>
"It was too much for my first personal log. I'll have to revise it. Maybe cut some content that isn't necessary. Most of the technical parts. It's also very poorly structured, I believe. No real end in sight, simply rambling endlessly, jumping from one topic to another… well. End of log, I suppose-
<There's a loud noise here, and then you can hear… yeah, that's W- screaming in panic.>
"W? What the- your Highness? Your Highness!"
<It's supposed to be the end of log here, but then he doesn't stop recording there, he just stops a hour later when he gets back to the room, which made the whole thing a lot longer. He just runs out of the room? I don't know why, I think something happened on that day? But well.>
<...I still miss him.>
2P1-nd4
Iron Top, the Paradox Future form of Spinda
don't know much about the arknights portions, but poor lech. I hope Stock Man/Esser is still doing ok he is my favorite after all.
Edit: and i'm interested in this organinium or whatever it's called stuff and how it's combined with city tech.
I hope Lech if missing and not dead, is still able to learn that the suffering of the smoke wars wasn't pointless and it helped stopped something monstrous while paving the way for the Seed of Light, but if he is really gone for good I hope we make make sure that a brighter future comes to pass.
Edit2: also freddy fazbear is in a LoR mod, i expect him to make an appearance!
Edit: and i'm interested in this organinium or whatever it's called stuff and how it's combined with city tech.
I hope Lech if missing and not dead, is still able to learn that the suffering of the smoke wars wasn't pointless and it helped stopped something monstrous while paving the way for the Seed of Light, but if he is really gone for good I hope we make make sure that a brighter future comes to pass.
Edit2: also freddy fazbear is in a LoR mod, i expect him to make an appearance!
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...This has somewhat lessened the sting of joining Rhodes Island winning. Also pretty sure ZP1 that Lech is very much alive, we saw him in an earlier interlude. We just need to find him and the others now.
N0Way
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I think my heart stopped for a second when I read this
Dybbukpossesed
Falling Somewhere
- Location
- California
10/10. Would listen to robo-gramps wax poetical about war again.
Seneron4
Have at thee!
- Location
- Lost in Transportation
He is with Reunion now and asked Linette to help them acquire funds. That's why Linette and Beats made a deal with Czarny. Which means we might possibly meet him this arc or at least learn about his whereabouts from our friends.
- Location
- Vermont
Well this sounds like an incredible ball of trauma hiding behind all the weird shit. Incredible job there, boss.
Kalibrius
God of reflection
- Location
- The other side of the mirror
Fazbear in the city
Afton would fit right in the city and it's workshops admittedly
In general I always figure that there's more out there than what you see when it comes to an individuals story, fictional or not
It makes sense that they have their hang ups
I wonder if heavy feels the same as this fellow
A stranger in a strange land
A far cry from his home universe
Afton would fit right in the city and it's workshops admittedly
In general I always figure that there's more out there than what you see when it comes to an individuals story, fictional or not
It makes sense that they have their hang ups
I wonder if heavy feels the same as this fellow
A stranger in a strange land
A far cry from his home universe
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