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  1. Hey in Danganronpa would you say that Leon Kuwata is classified as a "jerk"? My friend who's a huge Byakuya fan keeps telling me that I need to hate Leon because she considers him a jerk.

    1. Failinhearts

      Failinhearts

      Personally, I kinda did, but nobody should tell you what to think of a character.

      I mean, who am I to judge.

      I roleplay Hiyoko for pete's sake.

    2. sonicgirl313

      sonicgirl313

      Don't worry, I still love him. lol I just find it funny she hates Leon for such a reason, when she like Byakuya. To be honest Byakuya comes off as a bigger jerk in my opinion. I like him too, but still consider him a jerk.

    3. Failinhearts

      Failinhearts

      Exactly. You can still like jerks, so there's no excuse.

    4. DemonLord DanJ86

      DemonLord DanJ86

      It's all subjective, yeah I personally don't think highly of Leon but I also find Byakuya to be a total ass.

      I do feel sorry for Toko though, she must've gone through hell to become who she is. There is usually a trauma connected to a phobia and she seemed to have several.

  2. Dangan Ronpa General

    I hadn't thought about it that way. I can understand that feeling. Though I also think he probably was desperately searching for a plot twist. I can see his philosophy of "Taking the viewers on a ride" to be a bit of a double-edged sword. I can understand why our feelings differ on the ending. Then it's definitely true that the reason is simply because, I hadn't been with Danganronpa long enough. In truth I was drawn to the series because I heard how it was similar to Phoenix Wright. Imagine my surprise when I discovered the contrast between the two series. Though if it does make you feel better... But like I said, the ending is pretty messy considering I can't even fully wrap my head around it. Even I can wrap my head around DR2's ending. Eh, I definitely think I can pull off the ending theme much better than what the game portrayed. It definitely could have been told better.
  3. Dangan Ronpa General

    Well it's hard to say if it was out of ill-intent. The creator of the game did say that he didn't intend for fans to interpret it as such. Could be damage control, but Scott Cawthon did do a similar thing for FNAF World. He had no ill intent toward the fans and simply thought it would be fun to be meta. Perhaps Danganronpa is the same way. Though it also seems at this point the ending is like this because "Got to put in a plot twist because the other two had plot twists." As for my thoughts on the ending, at first it annoyed me and my brother, but we slowly warmed up to the idea. It seemed interesting and really made you think. Maybe the only reason we warmed up to it is because we haven't been Danganronpa fans for too long now. It's only now been about a month since we joined the fandom, haven been introduced through the anime. That could be the reason why, but hard to tell. For the most part I'm just simply confused, especially with the implications the plot twist is nothing more than a lie. I could at least wrap my head around the other endings, not this one.
  4. Transformers VG (Fan Fic)

    Chapter 33 "So you're saying that Red Amy was taken by a bounty hunter named Locker. But what could he possibly want with her?" Zeldia asked with her optic ridge raised in confusion. Ratchet's optics dimmed a bit as his servos curled into two fists. It worried him slightly that he didn't know what the bounty hunter was seeking by taking a field medic. He knew the bounty hunter must have hidden motives considering that was the case when he accepted the job to retrieve Angelight. Deciding to give a femme a response, he responded "There's no telling with Locker. But still, you'll need to track him down. If there's one thing I learned about Locker from my encounter with his is that his motives are only for his own gain." Zeldia silently tapped her digits in thought on the communicator counter. She understood it was important to track down the bounty hunter before he could carry out his motives. Only problem was that she didn't have the slightest idea how to track him nor where he might have possibly taken Amy. Suddenly, without warning, the screen began flashing red with Cybertronian text, indicating the blue femme was receiving an incoming message. She narrowed her optics at the screen, studying the caller code in order to get an idea who was calling. It only took a few seconds for her mouth to drop open upon recognizing the code to be an Autobot one. Without hesitation, the femme answered the call, prompting a blue and red Autobot to appear on screen with a black visor that hid their entire face. "Sorry Zeldia, normally I wouldn't be taking such precautions during a checkup report, but I can't have my cover blown." the Autobot spoke with a voice distorter, "I managed to hack into your call with Ratchet and overheard you're both trying to track down Locker. It just so happens I have been tracking him over the course of many Orbital Cycles." Zeldia's engines rumbled as she resisted the urge to groan in annoyance. She wasn't only annoyed by the appearance of the mysterious Autobot, but by their appearance as well. "Devlita, you've got some nerve to call here. Peach-One may have tolerated your actions, but I won't now that I'm in charge." she stated with a hint of a snarl in her voice. The masked Autobot shook their head with a slight chuckle before they responded "You're still mad that I chose to abandon the war. Look, I'm still loyal to the Autobot cause. But it was clear there was no survival for Cybertron; I rather be a help to those who still have a chance to live. That's why I left to become a bounty hunter. Peach-One understood my reasons, I still can't fathom why you still can't." The blue femme grinded her denta with a sneer. It frustrated her that the bounty hunter carelessly was talking about what Peach-One accepted and didn't accept without being aware what had become of the former femme commander. Pushing aside her frustrations, she decided to focus on the matter at hand. As much as she hated to admit it, the Autobots did need help from the bounty hunter. They needed to track down Locker's location and Devlita was the only one with any idea of where he could be located. Zeldia cycled in air deeply with her digits pinching the bridge of her nose plates. Asking for the bounty hunter's help was a blow to her pride, but she saw no other choice in her current circumstance. Finally after a few more seconds of silence, she finally said "I still hate your decision to abandon Cybertron. Despite that though, I can see that we do need your help. So I'm willing to put aside my anger so we can ally together in order to recover Red Amy. Since you're the one that has Locker's coordinates, you'll be leading this mission." The bounty hunter nodded their helm both in understanding and slight happiness at winning the argument before stating "Alright, normally I usually do these jobs alone. But I have been learning that Locker is a dangerous individual; he always knows how to deal with both targets and pursuers. If I can, I would like Ratchet and a few Autobots to accompany me on this mission. Since Ratchet has encountered the bounty hunter in the past, he should have an idea what to look for." "Alright, I'll send Inferknuckles and Slyscreen with you and Ratchet. I'm sure you'll especially appreciate me putting Slyscreen on the mission considering you two do share a history." the blue femme replied with a slight smirk. The bounty hunter grunted with their digits curling up into a fist. They knew Zeldia purposely had chosen Slyscreen because they never really got along with the mech. The blue Autobot could easily recall back when they still lived on Cybertron, how the mech would purposely pester them in order to get a reaction. With a slight snarl, they agreed to the femme commander's terms. While they still found Slyscreen to be infuriating, they were still willing to accept any terms necessary to go after Locker. Back on Earth, Espiowl remained silent in his motorcycle form as he watched Ness talk to his mother. He could overhear the adult woman voice her concerns about her son always running off to places unknown on his motorcycle. He couldn't help but feel bad for the young child that kept constantly struggling to come up with excuses to hide the Autobots' very existence. It wasn't long till he saw Ness leave his house and sighed as he leaned against of him. "I'm starting to run out of excuses to give my mom. At the rate I might have to start have to start preparing for the possibility of my family discovering you guys." Ness said with a small smile. "I don't think you'll be fine. You've done well for a youngling thrust into a conflict between two factions." Espiowl replied, one of his sidemirrors angled toward the child as he did so. The twelve year-old's smile faltered slightly upon hearing his Autobot guardian comment on the war. He had heard the Autobots often tell him and his human companions how they never had wished for their conflict to come to Earth. He understood why they kept constantly reminding him of this fact. He heard the tales about Cybertron in its prime; how it was a planet full of vibrant life. Now it has become a dying husk, devoid of most of the life that inhabited it. Yet here he was, a boy that wouldn't be aware of such a horrible fate to befall the planet had not the Ark crashed on the Earth millions of years ago. In his ever growing timespan with the Autobots, Ness has felt more guilty for what the Cybertronians had lost in their war. He was aware how much of a threat the Decepticons posed, but he knew the only one to get a taste of what the Autobots experienced was Paula when the Decepticons had killed her uncle. The red capped boy sighed as his brown eyes glanced down at his hands, easily noticing the psychic energy slightly sparking off his fingers tips. Without even glancing at Espiowl, Ness asked "Espiowl, do you think there's times I can help out in the fight against the Decepticons?" The black motorcycle practically jolted, nearly lifting his front tire a foot off the ground from the question presented to him. It took a moment for the mech to gather up his thoughts before responding "Ness, I thought we went over this. The Decepticons are full of dangerous individuals; you should have known that from your encounters with Bowsertron and Shadowarachnia. No Decepticon would hesitate to kill a human and you wouldn't be able to defend yourself against one, let alone harm one. I understand that you and Paula aren't like other humans since you both are capable of abilities that rarely any other human has, but that isn't going to help you against a Decepticon. Besides, the last thing a youngling your age needs to do is run off into battle." Ness frowned at the answer he received. He could tell Espiowl could struggle the thought of him getting killed in battle, especially when he had stumbled upon a scene of many dead Cybertronians in his past. The twelve year-old couldn't help but wonder how old were some of the Cybertronians killed that day; all he knew was that Espiowl stated they were sent to Lucariotron when they refused to fight. The mech's views on the Decepticons were fully cemented that day, with the image of death burned into his processor to help him strive forward. Without a word, he smiled as he gently patted his hand against the side of the motorcycle. "It's okay, Espiowl, you can always tell me more about that day if it helps you." he insured, "I may not be able to help in battle, but I still want to do my part in helping you guys. I feel like I owe it to you." The Autobot's engine hummed softly in thought, dwelling on the boy's words. He considered it noble the young child wanted to do anything in his power to help. But despite his insuring words, the black mech couldn't find it in his spark to share the details of the scene his optics gazed upon. Especially since he had yet come to terms with the horrible carnage himself. He grunted slightly as he quickly banished the memory log of the dead Cybertronians old and young alike and his master's dying gasps from his processor. Until he was ready, he refused to allow himself to revisit that day. Meanwhile in Locker's ship, Red Amy remained deadly silent at the ship's passenger station. She couldn't prevent herself from shooting a few paranoid glances at the bounty hunter stationed at the front of the ship. She still didn't understand what the mech required for her to access. Her processor was abuzz with many paranoid trains of thought, fearing the possibility of him lying about his intentions. She clenched her denta as a large amount of sparks shot out from her helm, prompting slap her servos on both sides of her helm in an attempt to ease the pain. She found herself drawn away from her pain upon the sound of a raspy sigh reaching her audio receptors. Her red optics glanced up to the bounty hunter away from the pilot seat and now leering over her. She flinched slightly as she could see his hateful red optics staring at her behind his skeletal mask. "I really don't appreciate you burning a hole in the back of my helm with those paranoid glares of yours." he stated in a bitter tone, "If I were to offline you or hand you off to someone, I would have done it by now. But I believe I made it very clear when we first met, I need you to access information for me." In an attempt to gather up her bravery, Amy narrowed her optics with her arms fully crossed, unaware her right optic was slightly twitching. "You keep claiming that, but yet you haven't even told me what supposed information I am needing to access." she pointed out, "You've been very vague about what my task exactly is, giving me no reason to trust you. For all I know, you could be luring me into feeling safe and hand me off to either the Autobots or the Decepticons. Well I'm not letting my guard down! So you'll never get the best of me!" The femme's red optics flared slightly as a few more sparks emitted from her helm. "Right..." Locker responded, talking a long pause as he rolled his optics, "If you're done with your little delusional freak outs, I will tell you exactly what you're needed for." Amy didn't utter a word as she pursed her mouth, awaiting what the bounty hunter had to say. It wasn't long till the mech began explaining his intentions for taking the medic in the first place. Her vents hitched slightly when the bounty hunter stated he was aware she made a copy on Ganonwave's notes concerning merging Cybertronians with organic material. She began to grow worried and paranoid about the possibility of the bounty hunter presenting her to Ganonwave. Fortunately her worries faded slightly when Locker continued to explain that her containing such knowledge was important. "You've clearly shown you can hack into Ganonwave's database. Over the course of thousands of vorns, I've been keeping tabs on the mad scientist per Bowsertron's request. He had his suspicions that Ganonwave was working on a few secret projects and hired me to make sure none of those projects were attempts of treachery. Turns out, Ganonwave had been actually tracking a project that had been lost after the ambush on Lucariotron's base. Knowing him, he most likely wanted to find the project so he could run experiments on it." he stated. The medic digits tensed as her chassis stiffened; she wasn't sure what response to give Locker. Her helm sparked as paranoid scenarios ran through her processor, causing her to grow more and more fearful of answering. Finally after deciding to gather up her courage, her vents cycled in deeply before she answered "Yes, I can access Ganonwave's files. But I still don't understand why you want me to help track down a lost project. It shouldn't have any value to you." Her spark nearly stopped pulsing at the strict glare she received for her comment. Amy could feel her confidence and bravery easily crumbling to pieces as she did everything in her power from shaking in fear. "If you must know." the bounty hunter finally spoke up, not bothering to hide the annoyance in his raspy voice, "One of my clients actually hired me to collect that project. My client has asked all information remain classified on them, but I will say this, they made it very clear that project could be quite crucial to them." The femme now found herself even more puzzled than when she first met the green and black mech. She didn't understand who Locker's client was and what mysterious project he kept referring to. But her curiosity didn't matter much to her to the moment; all she wanted to do was protect herself out of the paranoia of getting on the bounty hunter's bad side would result in him turning against her. So for the sake of her own safety, the medic decided to agree to the mech's terms. "Just promise me you will not let any Autobot or Decepticon to capture me. Knowing either side they'll either lock me up forever or run experiments on me. I do not want to be the result of Ganonwave's insane experiments like the Dinobots and Peach-One were!" she said in a stern tone, voicing her paranoia once more. The bounty hunter groaned with his helm leaned back. He had quickly grown tired and frustrated with the femme declaring every single paranoid thought that entered her processor. But he was willing to deal with it until her usefulness ran out. The mech grinned at the thought of finally disposing of the annoying femme; he was almost tempted to hand her off to Ganonwave to see if he would subject her to experiments or simply execute her to spare himself of her annoyance. Pushing away those thoughts for the moment, Locker directed his focus to his current objective. "Well, if you're done asking so many questions, I would like you to go back to your seat so I take the ship off of autopilot. In order to gain access to Ganonwave's files, we need to make a stop by one of his secret suppliers. According to my resources, he's on Monacus." he stated. "Monacus, the gambling asteroid? I fail to see why Ganonwave would be getting supplies from there." Amy commented with a raised optic ridge. "You'd be surprised, now shut up and sit down already." the bounty hunter replied with a snarl. The medic flinched in fear before quickly sitting back down at her station. She didn't utter a single word as she watched the mech return to the pilot seat. She remained silently until she felt another pang of pain shoot through her processor. She groaned as she pressed her servo against her helm, ignoring the slight stings from the sparks emitting from her helm. Her denta clenched slightly as she did her best to ignore the pain in her helm, unaware that the pain was a sign of her time slowly running out. Back on Dinobot Island, Shadowarachnia's legs fidgeted as she tried to sort through the different images that dwelled in her processor. She was still unsure how to differ between the fake and real memory logs, causing her to struggle with coming to terms on her identity. She couldn't decide if she was always the kind and brave Peach-One, or the vicious and cunning Shadowarachnia. Two identities that contrast each other with their polar opposite natures, yet both identities are supposedly her. The technorganic sighed whilst her red optics glanced over at the large pond she often seen Pledge splash in. Her optics shined in focus and curiosity as she walked over to the pond. The femme leaned toward the pond in order to see her reflection, managing to see the image of the moonlight reflecting off her black and purple armor with her red optics glowing ominously in the dark. Shadowarachnia's vents slowly and gently cycled in air as she reached up and took off her helm. Her spark pulsed frantically upon staring at the image of the face in the water. She closely studied the features on her face, finding herself comparing them with the image of Peach-One's face. She twisted to the left and right slightly, making sure to study every detail of her face. No matter how much she looked, she could still see the striking similarities between her and Peach-One. Despite the drastic differences thanks to her technoragnic nature, she could still see the mysterious femme's face lying underneath. Even in her own red optics, she could still clearly see the stern and caring blue optics that belonged to the pink femme. Shadowarchnia snarled before she swiped her servo in the water, distorting the reflection so as to no longer see the face of the femme she had grown to despise. "Stop taunting me!" the technoragnic snarled, "They're wrong, they're all wrong! I am not a shell of a dead femme. I am not Peach-One. I am not Peach-One!" She continued to repeat this to herself, almost as if she was trying to convince herself of this fact rather than others. Her vents rumbled as she released constant heavy blasts of air. She began digging her claws into the dirt as the water settled, allowing her to see her reflection once more. The femme clenched her fanged denta upon glaring at the reflection, hoping to see her own face into of the pink femme's. But no matter how long she stared, all she could see was the image of Peach-One's face glaring back at her. With her will breaking, Shadowarachnia dropped her helm as wavering sobs emitted from her mouth. Her entire chassis shook as her cries filled the air. She was no longer sure of herself anymore; she was torn between two identities, unsure which identity truly lay within her spark.
  5. TRANSFORMERS!

    He is a producer, but not the head producer I guess. I think he's been made more of an executive producer. Someone they just check in with to make sure a scene looks alright, things like that. The main producer for all the films actually has always been Di Bonaventura.
  6. TRANSFORMERS!

    Oh don't get me wrong, I acknowledge that he has had his share of problems such as putting to much emphasis on the soldiers. It's okay to feature them, but he has them take away too much focus from the Autobots. It's why I think he would have been better suited for a GI Joe film. What I meant is, I don't think he was completely at fault for the films like how many people believe. As for the hype, I don't know. They proudly announced they would be moving forward with the cinematic universe despite TLK being one of the lower performing TF films. I don't know, I just know that some people, even JJ Abrams felt like only Bay could do the TF films because they said, he was the only one that could really make them work. I know there's TLK, but that film seemed off, even for a Bay TF film. He was trying to make a film he wanted as his "grand finale" while at the same time pushing it forward as the beginning point for the cinemactic universe just like Paramount and Hasbro wanted him too.
  7. On another note, I changed my avatar since I became a Danganronpa fan recently. I like Leon :D ... Yes I know what happens.

    1. Failinhearts
    2. Ryannumber1Scarer

      Ryannumber1Scarer

      for the record, hina is best girl 

  8. So I'm kind of getting worried about the Bumblebee movie and started to think that the films might have been better off with Bay.

  9. TRANSFORMERS!

    Sorry about the lack of news posts, but news has been very slow concerning the Bumblebee Movie which has been pushed back to a December 2018 release now. Just some minor news has come out like John Cena being casted for an unknown role, Bumblebee being confirmed as the only Autobot to be featured in the film, the story being set around how Bumblebee goes from the battle-hardened warrior alluded to in "The Last Knight" to the mischievous and fun loving youth he is none as now. There's also a bit of controversy where the film crew painted over a important mural in Vallejo. But other than that, nothing. It's kind of weird, with Michael Bay he was practically excited to show off what the movie had in store. (Even if it did come off as mediocre.) But with Travis Knight at the helm, things have been more quiet. All we ever hear from is the producer Di Bonaventura; aka the guy who promised a million things that never ended up happening in "The Last Knight", wanted the Transformers to be mute despite Hasbro constantly saying no, and hates Peter Cullen simply for being the original Optimus. Hard to say how the film will be like considering how messy filming is going... maybe Michael Bay wasn't the problem after all.
  10. TRANSFORMERS!

    Big news everyone. So it turns out the rumors of the Bumblebee movie filming being pushed back to mid-August was false. The movie has started filming right on schedule revealed by actress Hailee Steinfeld who will be playing a tomboy mechanic. The film is a prequel set in the 80's and will delve in Bumblebee's history before Sam. This will be the first film without Michael Bay. Instead the director will Travis Knight, the director of "Kubo and the Two Strings." So for those that didn't like Bay's take, this film may interest you. The film is reported to have a smaller budget this time around, so that means there won't be that many Autobots and no IMAX computer breaking scenes that cost millions of dollars. The film is set it release in June 2018. Just like for "The Last Knight" I will be reporting the film's movie progress and news that come up over the course of the year.
  11. Underfates (Undertale AU FanFic)

    Chapter 10 "Wait, so this Mettaton left you in charge?" Asriel asked partially out of confusion, "If he bought the lab, why doesn't he just run it himself?" "I had no idea humans are this clueless!" Attem scoffed, "The glorious Mettaton can't be bothered take care of both a lab and a TV show. Besides his image can't be associated with science, otherwise many of his fans will write him off as a geeky nerd and no one wants that." Undyne snarled with her gripe tightening around her spear, angered that the robot was unintentionally making an insulting comment toward Alphys. "But regardless of why the Underground's most popular celebrity can't run a lab, you shouldn't be here in case he shows up." the robot stated. He began to explain how Mettaton wanted to be more useful to the monsters of the Underground and requested to be given anti-human defenses. The defenses implants were successful, transforming the super idol into a human hunter extraordinaire. Asriel muzzle scrunched up in both worry and nervousness; he wasn't sure how to deal with a killer robot that would end up seeing him as a human. He only hoped that he wouldn't end up encountering the deadly robot. "Well if your rude friend would untie me, I could head back to check Mettaton's location. He could be nearby or not." Attem commented, putting more emphasis on the word "friend." "Undyne, I know you don't like this guy but I think it's best if we let him go. I really don't want to be caught off guard by this Mettaton guy." Asriel commented whilst rubbing his arm. Undyne huffed with her arms crossed; she didn't like the idea of freeing the robot but understood the child's fears. She admittedly would be a bit worried if all the monsters in the underground mistook her for their final key to breaking the barrier. The female monster grunted with a sigh of defeat as she untied Attem. She nearly had to bite her tongue to prevent herself from making a snarky comment when the robot gave her a smug grin. Attem chuckled slightly upon standing up and dusting off his lab coat. "At least the human is smart. Still clueless though. Now I'll be back with my report." he commented before leaving the room. Quite many minutes had passed by. Undyne grumbled in annoyance, regretting her decision in setting the robot free. She glanced over at Asriel to see him trying to wake up Sans who had fallen asleep. She rolled her single eye before her thoughts drifted to the vision Sans showed her. She curled her hands into two firm fists as she tried to hide away her expression of distraught. She couldn't believe that there was a timeline where she accidentally killed Asriel. The knight couldn't understand what made that version of her forget her goal. She remained silent as she lifted up her hand and laid it on her eyepatch. Undyne recalled in vision that her determination was unlocked when she lost her eyepatch. This fact deeply confused her, especially since she never recalled how she lost her eye in the first place. Her brows furrowed together as she tried to search her memories for any kind of accident or battle that resulted in the loss of her eye. But no matter how much she searched, there seemed to be a strange gap in her memory. Suddenly she was stirred from her thoughts with the loud sound of banging. Asriel jumped off the floor in fear before running over to Undyne. The banging grew louder and louder, until finally a gray robot smashed through the wall. The young monster was surprised to see Sans had not awakened despite the robot making so much noise with his entrance. His red eyes glanced over at the robot once more; he found himself confused about the strange square robot until he noticed the flashing red M on the screen. With a nervous gulp, he asked "Undyne, is that..." The child never got to finish his sentence as the female monster grumbled in annoyance. Memories of the piano and grapes incident ended up flashing through her mind. She let out a frustrated sigh as she answered "Yeah kid, that robot is the one they call Mettaton." Meanwhile in another part of Hotlands, the Flower Child silently walked alone on the path. She paused as her eyes stared at a large and ominous machine in the distance. Her hands shook a bit in fear as they tightened around the handle of her flower basket. But despite this, she never tore her gaze off of the machine. Suddenly she felt a gust of wind brush by her, almost as if it was someone speaking in a strange tongue. Her body shook upon hearing the whispering wind as her eyes glanced toward the ground. "I'm starting to gather up more bits and pieces of my shattered mind." she muttered to herself in a quiet tone, "I'm beginning to remember why I made this choice in the first place." The wind blew once more, causing the girl to jump slightly in shock. "No, no! I'm not having any second thoughts. I know that my choice has lead to serious consequences. But to tell you the truth, even if I had full knowledge of the events that would unfold when you first offered my the choice to change fate, I still would have done it. My mind is shattered, even now I'm tormented with a storm of thoughts. Kill, kill, kill, mercy, kill, kill, kill. That's the chaotic thoughts clashing in my head this very moment. But it's all worth it, just to save him." she confessed. The wind blew a little softer than previously, prompting the child to lower her head as her body shook. "I know. I KNOW! I've been doing everything to get rid of her! But it seems no matter what, Asriel keeps letting her take control. It's her fault, it's because of her that Asriel can never be happy! I need to silence her. I need to kill her. I need to erase her from existence." the flower child stated, her voice filling with more venom and hatred with each word. The wind blew a bit harder, encouraging the Flower Child to lift up her head curiously and glue her gaze upon the ominous machine in the distant. "Really, that was the Core's purpose? You never told me that before. So how will it help me save Asriel?" she spoke up in interest. Her mouth slowly opened in shock as the wind blew. Her hands clenched tighter around the flower basket's handle as she fell silent. Finally after a few seconds, she replied "I understand. I'll collect the other six souls. And should Asriel or anyone else stand in my way, I won't hesitate to deal with them by any means." Back at the Lab, Undyne constantly rubbed her fingers against the temple of her forehead, groaning as she listened Mettaton drone on and on. Asriel did his best to force back his snickers of amusement. While he was worried about Mettaton believing him to be a human, he couldn't help but find himself amused by Undyne's annoyance at the square robot. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my show! Today's show segment is none other than a brand new episode of 'The Human Hunter'. In this episode, I have located a human in none other Mettaton Laboratories where many fabulous MTT products are being tested by the Underground's best scientists every day." the robot boasted with his microphone swinging through the air, "Now that I've found our human, it's time to collect his soul!" Asriel froze in fear, unsure what else to do. Suddenly he found his view cut off by Undyne standing protectively in front of him. "Not a chance cubey." the knight mocked with a spear in hand, "This kid is under my protection while I deliver him to Asgore personally." "The brave Undyne protecting a human, my what a twist." Mettaton taunted with a laugh, "I imagine this must has come to a shock to all you darlings watching. The captain of the royal guard is protecting our very key to escaping the Underground. She must have lost her sanity from all that screaming like a madwoman." The female monster snarled in anger, hating the robot more and more with each word. Suddenly, without warning, she saw Asriel run out from behind her and up to Mettaton. "Undyne is not crazy!" the young monster shouted in anger, "She's the bravest knight to ever have lived! She's the best at her job and is dedicated. She's even dedicated to taking me to Asgore at all costs. So you have no right to mock her!" The room fell silent with no other words being uttered by the three figures, only the occasionally snore from Sans to break the silence. Finally the silence was shattered by Mettaton laughing. His metal body shook as he kept constantly laughing. He laughed for a few minutes until finally calming down. Deciding to take advantage of the interesting scenario, he announced a quiz show. Asriel grinned the nervously when he heard the robot inform him that for every wrong answer he gets, someone will get shocked. But if he got enough right, he would allow him and Undyne to go deeper within Hotlands. The female monster grunted with her arms crossed and encouraged "I find the quiz idea to be stupid, but come on kid. After all I have faith in ya." Gaining confidence and determination, Asriel decided to accept Mettaton's terms. He took in slow and steady breaths as the first question was presented to him. A part of him was nervous at picking the wrong answer, but that nervousness was mostly drowned out by the determination he could feel pounding in his heart. Finally gathering up his nerves, he picked one of the answers. Much to his happiness, he was correct and rewarded with confetti raining down on his head. Feeling more confident, he moved onto the next question. But much to his shock, this time he ended up picking the wrong answer. Without warning, Mettaton shot electricity from his hand. The young monster squeezed his eyes, awaiting the pain from being electrocuted. But much to his surprise, he was instead greeted with the sound of Undyne yelling. He opened his eyes to see the knight in front of him once more, breathing heavily as some smoke radiated off of her body. It was then he realized the knight had got in front of him in order to take the shock. "Undyne, you didn't need to do that." he stated with a worried frown. Undyne took in a few more heavy breaths more grinning to reinsure the monster. "Don't worry, I'll be fine, though I would prefer if you don't get anymore questions wrong. Besides I need redeem myself. I can't let simple determination blind me from my goals." she insured. Asriel stared at the knight with his eyes wide in shock. He knew she was referring to the alternate timeline where she accidentally killed both him and Chara. He didn't understand how she could still have memories of events that no longer happened. But shook his head as he refocused on the task of passing Mettaton's quiz show, deciding to worry about the alternate timeline later. Meanwhile, Toriel remained speechless as she finally entered Snowdin. Her red eyes glanced around at the happy monsters going among their business. She never imagined that the monsters could recover so easily after the supposed death of her son. For the longest time, she believed there were no remaining kind souls in the Underground except for the voice she often heard from the other side of the ruins' door. Remembering her current task, she turned her head toward a restaurant called "Grillby's." Hoping to gain information about her son, she entered the restaurant. Much to her surprise, inside she was greeted with a colorful atmosphere. Monsters happily chatted and ate amongst themselves. Unsure what else to do, she walked over and took a seat at a barstool at the counter. She was stirred from her thoughts by a flaming monster approaching the counter. The female monster tilted her head in confusion as the monster continued to stare at her as he cleaned a glass cup. Finally as voice spoke up "Grillby is wanting to know what you wish to order." Toriel turned to see a pink bird in a dress relaxing against the counter alongside an orange fish. Smiling kindly, she answered "Oh I don't wish to order anything. I was wondering if you saw a child come through earlier?" Grillby remained silent as he pressed his hand against his chin in thought. Suddenly his head jerked upwards as he snapped his fingers upon remembering. Knowing what he meant, the bird said "Grillby says he did see a child earlier. He was eating in here with one of his usual customers. The kid is probably long gone now, but yes, he did pass through her." Toriel couldn't help but sigh in relief, glad that her son was still alive and safe. She thanked the two monsters with a smile before leaving the restaurant. The female monster shivered as the cold wind brushed through her fur once more; she was still not use to Snowdin's cold weather. But before she could take a single step, someone crashed into her. She yelped as her body stumbled a bit, but she managed to remain upright. Seeing who had bumped into her, she turned to see a skeleton lying in the snow. "Oh I'm so sorry, please let me help you up." she apologized before lifting the skeleton up with ease. "NYEH, IT'S QUITE ALRIGHT. AFTER ALL I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SHOULD BE THE ONE TO APOLOGIZE. IT IS THE PROPER THING TO DO!" the skeleton proclaimed. The goat monster smiled at the skeleton before her, finding his personality amusing and kind. But suddenly, she gasped as a realization struck her. She remembered the voice she often talk to through the ruins' door often mentioned that he had a brother named Papyrus. She was stunned to learn that the skeleton before her was none other than the brother that she heard so much about. Hoping that he would have information about her son, she asked if he had seen a child pass through Snowdin. "YOU MEAN PRINCE ASRIEL? OF COURSE I SAW HIM! APPARENTLY HE HEARD HOW MUCH I WANTED TO CATCH A HUMAN AND MADE HIMSELF LOOK LIKE ONE. STILL SURPRISED THAT WAS HIM. COULD HAVE SWORE HE DISAPPEARED OR SOMETHING." Papyrus answered in a proud tone. Toriel gasped in shock; she couldn't believe Asriel successfully was able to shatter the illusion once more, making her wonder how many more monsters he successfully revealed his identity to. With hope growing in her heart, she asked the skeleton if he knew where Asriel currently is. Much to her happiness, Papyrus offered to escort her to Waterfall where he believed he might be. She smiled with tears breaming in her eyes, accepting the offer. Now she understood why the voice she spoke to talked so fondly about Papyrus. Without another word, the two started making their way to Waterfall. Back at the lab, Asriel flinched when Undyne ended up getting shocked once again for him guessing the wrong answer. "Kid this isn't funny anymore, stop getting me shocked and get the answers right!" Undyne snapped with her skin burnt and severely smoking. "Well folks it seems we're nearing the end of our segment with everything tied. The human has to answer this final question in order to decide his fate!" Mettaton proclaimed, "If he gets it wrong then he will lose his soul this very minute. If he gets it right then he and his friend with no manners at all will get to proceed in Hotlands!" Upon hearing this, Asriel couldn't help but raise a brow in confusion. It wasn't that he didn't understand the rules but rather that Mettaton described Undyne as having no manners. He didn't know why but the dialogue sounded very familiar to what Attem told the knight when they first encountered each other. Before he could piece together the reason why, he was snapped back to reality by Mettaton asking if he would smooch a ghost. Both he and Undyne stared in confusion when he saw all the answers were the same. "That's odd. This question gives me no chance at failing. It's almost as if Mettaton wants to guarantee that I will go further into Hotlands. But why is that? Why does he want me to go further into Hotlands?" the young monster thought to himself. Seeing nothing else to do, he picked an answer and little to his surprise the answer ended up being correct. "Well you have it there folks, the human gets to proceed. But don't touch that dial darlings! There's more to come on the Mettaton Show!" the robot announced. With that said, the robot activated his jets and flew up, smashing through the roof and leaving a giant hole. Seeing that the robot was gone, Undyne let out a sigh of exhaustion as she slumped to the ground. Her body ached and burned but she didn't care; she was glad that she was able to guarantee Asriel's protection. She managed to crack a smile when the young monster ran over to her and began healing her wounds. "Heh, I knew you had in you. Never lost faith." she complimented as she felt her strength returning. "Even during those times you were screaming at me to get the answer right?" Asriel replied with a raised brow and laugh. Undyne snorted a laugh before replying "Alright, I'll admit it. I may have lost a bit of faith in you after you got a string of questions wrong and kept getting me electrocuted. But hey, you still managed to pull through for me. You're so much like your dad, always willing to come through for others no matter what. Because you managed to beat that bucket of bolt's dumb quiz show, you managing to keep me from being turned into a fried fish." Suddenly with the last of her words, Sans finally woke up. He turned his head toward the knight with a smug yet amused smile. "i was right when i said i was rubbing off on you." he chuckled, "you ended up making another unintentional pun. keep it up and soon enough you maybe will turn into a clownfish." Undyne's eye twitched upon hearing the skeleton's pun. Then, without warning, the female monster let out an enraged yell whilst lunging at and successfully tackling the skeleton. Asriel's eyes widened as he watched the two roll around on the floor while the knight shouted a string of enraged words, reminding him why he never wished to get on her bad side.
  12. TRANSFORMERS!

    Actually there wasn't even that much explosions either. I think most of the budget got blown on all those Cybertron shots. He just had to be obsessed with the idea of a giant planet destroying the Earth just so he can break the computers again. He actually admitted that's his goal with each film. Basically to break the computers so it'll encourage IMAX to constantly make them stronger. That's okay I guess but he really shouldn't sacrifice quality just to make a few computers crash.
  13. Michael Bay is the only person of know of that would actually make improvements, yet take a huge step backwards, negating said improvements.

    1. Ferno

      Ferno

      tbh i'm just ready for him to make a non transformers movie again. i mean yeah he kinda sucks but maybe the transformers movies just have him fatigued

    2. King of SSMB, King Dedede!

      King of SSMB, King Dedede!

      kinda sucks? What planet are you from? :P

    3. Ferno

      Ferno

      i was trying not to be too mean

    4. King of SSMB, King Dedede!

      King of SSMB, King Dedede!

      You better not be mean! Thats your kings job!

  14. TRANSFORMERS!

    I saw the movie and frankly I was disappointed with it. *sigh* At least he managed to exceed some of my lowest expectations. I think Peter Cullen might be regretting his decision to ask Michael Bay to stay on for the fifth film, considering it seemed Bay did everything in his power to make Optimus come off as a villain in advertisements. A fact that disturbed many children and is most likely one of the contributors to as why the film is doing so poorly. In fact filming for the Bumblebee movie got pushed back from mid-July to mid-August. Something tells me that Hasbro is probably noticing the poor sales as well. I wouldn't be surprised if Hasbro decides they need a movie reboot and start looking for another company.
  15. Be Happy Sister (Fan Fic)

    Chapter 39 The two boats carrying the remaining players in the game for eternal life finally arrived on shore. Everyone climbed out of the boats without a word, puzzled at where they possibly might be. Taking a few cautious steps, each person searched the beach, trying to gain an idea of their location. All was silent until the man in explorer's clothing gasped loudly, prompting everyone to direct their attention to him. "It can't be!" the man exclaimed before darting over to a large stone slab. His body shook with excitement as he fetched a book out of his bag. He only flipped through the pages for a few seconds until he found the one he was seeking. The man let out a hearty laugh as he proclaimed "It is! This is the symbol of the Kingdom of Ambrosia! If this symbol is here, that means we're actually in Ambrosia right now!" The people gasped and began muttering about the possibility of the elixir of life being nearby. But as they muttered amongst themselves, Herminia approached the stone slab. Her eyes narrowed with her fingers pressed up against her chin. She did indeed recognize the carving as the symbol of Ambrosia, confirming her suspicions once again that Descole was after the secrets of the Azran. She kept studying the slab until she heard a surprised gasp. Immediately she turned her head toward the man in explorer's clothing as he stared at her with wide eyes. "I can't believe I didn't recognize you till just now." the man commented whilst taking off his hat, "It's a pleasure to finally meet the great Professor Layton I've read so much about in the papers. My name is Marco Brock and I've been researching Ambrosia for many years. While doing research I've often stumbled upon the articles detailing your accomplishments." "Oh goodie, two book geeks." the woman in the blue dress muttered in a sarcastic tone. Herminia chose to ignore the woman's comment and focus on the man before her. "Why thank you. It's quite nice to hear people enjoy my research." she replied with a smile, "I'm sure once this is all over that many people will be quite thrilled to hear your research on Ambrosia." The two didn't share anymore words as silence filled the air. Suddenly it was broken by the woman in the blue dress pointing out something in the distance. Everyone turned to see, oddly enough, a single white table with an assortment of food and drinks on the beach. All the people approached the table cautiously, wondering why there would be a table waiting for them. Some of the people decided to push away their suspicions as they began grabbing some fruits and wine glasses. Luke's eyes carefully studied every single detail on the table; he wasn't sure whether or not the food was a trap left by Descole. It wasn't long until finally he spotted a note. The young boy picked it up and read "A reward for those still left in the game." "A reward or a new puzzle perhaps?" Amelia questioned, having grown suspicious after the events she witnessed on the ship. No one knew how to answer until Melina, much to everyone's surprise, walked to the table without a second thought and ate one of the fruits. "Well there you have it. Now will we stop questioning this meal and eat! I haven't had anything since yesterday." the black-bearded man grumbled as he poured himself a glass. Without another word, everyone began getting their share of fruits and drinks. Herminia silently munched on her fruit as her thoughts drifted back to Descole. She was stunned that he was heartless enough to blow up a ship full of people, yet caring enough to know that the ones that had arrived to the island hadn't eaten yet. The two sides of the masked man seemed to conflict with each other and she couldn't piece together which side was the man's real self. For the moment, she decided to push those thoughts aside and focus on her moment of peace. Many minutes passed by till everyone began to relax on the beach, waiting for the next puzzle to be revealed. Herminia sighed as she leaned against a tree, staying cool in its shade. Her thoughts were full of concern about Alfendi's state; she wasn't sure if he was devastated or staying calm in the presence of her captor. The professor's fingers tightened slightly around her arm as she felt a brief moment of rage boiling up in her. She wanted to rescue Alfendi as soon as possible, but she wasn't sure how to do it without alerting Descole. Suddenly she was awakened from her thoughts when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Her eyes opened to see Janice smiling at her with her hands neatly intertwined in front of her. "I didn't mean to disturb you, professor." the red-headed woman spoke up, "I was just wondering if I could sit next to you." Herminia nodded her head with a smile, prompting the young woman to sit down on the rock next to her. The two uttered no words as they gazed out at the ocean, enjoying their temporary peace until the next puzzle revealed itself. Janice sighed happily as the sea breeze brushed through her red hair. Despite the tragedies she witnessed created by the game the masked man were forcing them to play, she truly enjoyed being on an adventure with the famous Professor Layton. She glanced up at the professor to see her once again deep in thought once more. The red-headed woman giggled at the sight, prompting the Herminia to stir from her thoughts and turn her head toward her. "Finding something funny, Janice?" the thirty-four year-old woman asked. Janice let out a happy sigh as she replied "Oh I was just thinking about all the things that has happened. It's still a terrible thing that happened with Alfendi and this game, but I still enjoy the good moments. Arriving on an island with a mystery all around us, it's just simply amazing. The thought of unraveling a mystery with you is too exciting for me to be sad about it." Herminia nodded her head before commenting "I have to agree with you some, Janice. The fact were in one of the ancient kingdoms of the Azran is quite amazing. Who knows what puzzles and ruins lie in wait." "Of course puzzles and ruins would be what catches your attention." the red-headed woman giggled in reply. As the two woman chatted amongst themselves, Luke walked upon the beach, examining different seashells. He glanced over at Melina to see the young girl sitting at the edge of the shore, staring somberly out at the sea. Wanting to try to cheer her up, he picked up one of the shells and ran over to her. But when he tried to give her the shell, much to his shock, the blonde-headed girl flinched away from him with a whine. "Hey it's okay." he insured as he moved to the other side of her and held the shell against his ear, "People say if you hold the shell like this, you can hear the ocean. Of course I could never get it to work." The young girl's blue eyes glanced up as she muttered softly "I can hear it." Luke's mouth dropped open in shock. Before he could ask the girl what she meant, the girl began to hum a lovely little melody. The music flowed through the air, each note filled with love and care. When the song ended, the young boy couldn't help but compliment the girl for her song. He was happy to see a bright smile on Melina's face when she explained that the sea had taught her the song. Unfortunately he noticed the smile quickly disappeared when the sound of howling reached their ears. The young apprentice turned toward the forest, searching for source of the howling. His brown eyes squinted as he noticed a few darks shapes running past the trees. Growing worried, he turned around to tell Melina that they should go back to the others only to find that she was no longer there. Luke gasped in fear before running over to Oswald Whistler. "Mr. Whistler, Melina is gone!" he exclaimed. Though the boy's confusion grew when the orchestrator remained calm with a stern look in his eyes as he stated that the young girl had only ran off to play and would be back. He didn't understand how the man wasn't the least bit worried for his adoptive daughter, especially since they were in the middle of a deadly game. Suddenly the sound of Descole's voice filled the air, startling everyone from their temporary moment of peace. Herminia narrowed her eyes upon hearing the masked man's voice once more, reminding her of the situation her son was still in as Descole informed everyone that their break was over. Suddenly, without warning, she heard the sound of Luke screaming. She quickly turned to see both Luke and Mr. Whistler fleeing from a small pack of wolves. Everyone fled the beach except for Herminia, Luke, and Janice. The professor clenched her fists as she took a few cautious steps back along with her two companions. She saw Luke tried to use his talent to communicate to the wolves in an attempt to make them not attack, unfortunately the wolves did not understand him. She knew instantly that Descole had to be using the devices attached to their ears to control them. Seeing no other way to deal with their current peril, the brown-headed quickly scooped up some sand and threw it at the wolves, temporarily blinding them. Taking advantage of the distraction, the three quickly fled into the forest. They kept running, not daring to look back at the wolves pursuing them until finally they reached a clearing with three wooden cages held up with ropes and a strange castle in the distance. All of the sudden, Descole's voice echoed through the air once more as he announced "Puzzle 003, you must all find your way across the river and reach the castle." "But first we must deal with the wolves." Herminia stated in a stern tone, now realizing why the masked man had sent the pack after them. Her brown eyes glanced around at her surroundings, trying to piece together the solution to the puzzle. She noticed one group of the remaining contestants grabbed ahold the rope holding up one of the cages, intending to trap the wolves in the cage. The professor closed her eyes deep in thought, knowing that solution was the wrong one. The wolves were much too fast to be easily trapped within the wooden cage. Yet the thirty-four year-old knew the cages were still important otherwise Descole wouldn't have set them up. She thought about the puzzle until finally the solution struck her. "I've got it. Luke, Janice, help me set up this cage." she commanded. The two nodded their heads in reply before helping the professor get ahold of the group. The third group of the contestants intended to drop the cage on the wolves as well. But before they could drop the cage, Amelia noticed how Herminia and her companions were standing underneath the hanging cage. Realizing that was the correct solution, the young girl shouted "Wait, we need to move farther away." Deciding to follow the girl's suggestion, the group moved where they were now standing underneath their own cage. With everything set up, the three groups finally released the ropes, causing the cages to drop. Like Herminia predicted, the wolves managed to easily dodge the first group's cage. Out of fear, the first group of contestants quickly climbed up on the cage to protect themselves from the wolves, one of them being none other than Mr. Whistler. Seeing they were trapped in the cage, the woman in the blue dress bitterly remarked "And exactly how was trapping ourselves is suppose to help us? Amelia simply pointed toward Herminia's group, showing how they had lifted up the cage and began walking in the same pace. The woman in the blue dressed blinked in shock that professor had solved another puzzle. She found it hard to believe that a woman could prove capable of easily solving the puzzles. With a humph, she thought to herself "I can be as smart as her if I wanted to, smarter even. Once I win this game, that should be able to knock both her and that stupid hat of hers down a few pegs." Without another word she helped her companions lift up the cage and carry it at the same pace in order to cross the river. Herminia kept carrying the cage until, unfortunately, she stumbled with her footing. The professor yelped whilst stumbling forward along with Janice and Luke. Her eyes widened in fear as the cage flipped over, leaving them unprotected. She quickly turned back to see her fears confirmed, the wolves now had their attention focused on them once more. "They've spotted us! Run!" she yelled as she scampered onto her feet. "Please professor, no more running!" Luke groaned as he scampered onto his feet with Janice. The brown-headed woman turned toward her assistant, stating as she ran "Even both true gentlemen and ladies know when it's time to run!" Without another word, the three ran deeper into the forest with the wolves trailing closely behind them. Back at the castle, Alfendi sighed as he dug around room, searching for anything to keep himself preoccupied. He had grown bored of being locked up in the room and wanted something to help him pass the time until Herminia rescued him. He dug through some dresser drawers to find nothing that gained his interest. The ten year-old groaned in annoyance before slamming the drawers closed. But unknown to him, his slam caused a picture frame to fall off the dresser. The young boy flinched upon the picture falling to the floor with a loud clink. Hoping it wasn't broken, he kneeled down and picked up the frame. Before he could place the picture frame back upon the dresser, he heard the sound of the door being unlocked. Alfendi's body instantly froze when he saw none other than Descole and a strange blonde-headed girl in a pink dress standing in the doorway. Descole glanced between both the young boy and the picture frame. Deciding to ignore the boy's actions unless he showed any signs of escape, he grumbled as he shoved the girl into the room. Despite how much he wanted to, he refused to speak to his nephew in order to prevent giving away anymore hints to his identity. Without a single word, he slammed the door closed and locked it. He was about to leave until he paused; he wasn't sure why Alfendi was trying to pick up a fallen picture frame. Wanting to make sure that the ten year-old wasn't trying to attempt an escape, he pressed his ear against the door in order to listen in on the children's discussion. Alfendi raised a brow in both confusion and interest, studying the appearance of the young girl. She seemed normal to him, but he noticed how the girl had a strange somber look in her eyes. Deciding to get answers, he asked "So why did that guy stuff you in here too?" Melina glanced at the floor as she answered "He said you could use the company. He told me if you have someone to talk to then you won't be trying to ask him ridiculous questions." The purple-headed boy raised his brows higher in interest. He easily figured that Descole was cutting off communication with him in order to prevent his mystery from getting out. He couldn't help but grin to himself, knowing the masked man made a wise choice since he was easily putting together the pieces of his little puzzle. After a few moments of silence he finally shrugged his shoulders with a reply "Well I suppose it'll keep me from being constantly bored in this room." Remembering the picture frame he still held in his hands, Alfendi was about to put the picture back up until he found it snatched from his hands. He quickly turned to see the young girl grasping the frame tightly as her body shook a bit. In the frame held a picture of Maria Whistler, smiling brightly after the end of one of her performances with her daughter happily giving her a bouquet of flowers. Melina smiled sadly at the picture as she spoke "I never told daddy this, but I was with mommy the day she left." A young Melina laughed happily alongside her mother. They had just finished shopping for clothes and were headed to a restaurant to eat. It wasn't long till they got a waiter and were sat at a table for two. Melina was about to tell her mother what she wished to eat until she spotted a flower salesman through the window. Wanting to get her mother a flower, she begged for money in order to purchase the flower. Much to her happiness, her mother gave her the amount she needed. Melina didn't waste any time dashing outside and buying a purple flower. But when she returned to the restaurant, she froze in fear and confusion when she saw a strange man with dirty-blonde hair and beard and wearing sunglasses sitting at the table with her mother. "Mrs. Whistler, my informants tell me that you have a great interest in the tale of Ambrosia, so much so that you wish to preform the 'Song of the Sea' in a future performance." the man stated in a stern and threatening tone. Maria pursed her lips before she replied "I am, but I don't see why that's important to you Mr. Bronev." Bronev neatly folded his hands together and leaned forward, allowing his crimson like eyes to peek over his sunglasses. "I have a strong interest in that song Mrs. Whistler, so much to the point that I cannot allow anyone else to hear that song." he said, his tone deepening with the last few words. The blonde-headed woman grew nervous before directing her attention toward the approaching waiter. She formed a small smile of gratitude as the waiter placed a cup before her and poured tea into it. Once the waiter was gone, her smile vanished as her green eyes focused back toward the man before her. Maria's finger stiffened a bit as she lifted up the cup. She didn't know why but she felt a wave of unease and dark intent emitting from the man. "Well I still intend to preform it. There's nothing you can do to stop me." she replied before taking a long sip of her tea. Seeing the woman had taken a drink, a sly grin formed on Bronev's face, prompting the blonde-headed woman to grow frightful. "On the contrary, Mrs. Whistler," he began as he stood up from the table, "I already have." Without another word, he left the table; his grin never leaving his face. Melina was confused about what the man was talking about until she heard a loud smash. She spun around to see her mother slumped over on the table with her tea cup spilt. Out of worry, she started shouting for her mother and shaking her, earning the entire restaurant's attention. But no matter what she did, her mother did not awaken. Alfendi's yellow eyes were wide in shock. He was surprised to learn the girl had witnessed her mother die before her very eyes. He was able to easily deduce that the man Melina saw Maria speaking to had poisoned her tea through the means of the waiter, but he couldn't understand what the man seeked to gain by preventing the woman from singing the song. Descole's heart nearly stopped when he heard the young girl's confession. He had always known that Maria Whistler was killed by poison, but he never knew it was through Targent. He clenched his teeth tightly in anger; he knew Bronev only took the woman's life so that he would lose a clue to unlocking the Azran legacy. He was very fortunate his biological father didn't realize that he required more than just the song to discover Ambrosia, but guilt kept filling his heart that another innocent life had been claimed by Targent, just like his wife and daughter's was.
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