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“I’ve met some pricks in my time. But you, sir...” He said to the offending cactus.


― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless


Thank you for Noticing This Notice.

Your Noting it has been Noted.

And it has been Reported to the proper Authority.

Hello lurker/ My old friend/ I've come to talk to you again/ Because a shadow softly creeping/ Lurking in the chat while I was sleeping/ And the roleplay that was forming in my brain/ Still remains with the sound of lurking.

In dead roleplays I walked alone/ Narrow pathways of casual zone...

Need mor ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

(Made in collaboration with @hatakekuro)

It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.

--Douglass Adams

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.

At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.

Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.

And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.

Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.

And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.

The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.

Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

~~As You Like It, Shakespear

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."

~~ Macbeth, Shakespear

“All stories told have been told before. We tell them to ourselves, as did all men who ever were. And all men who ever will be. The only things new are the names.”

“The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.”

“What do you know?”

“Almost everything. That almost part can be a real kick in the teeth sometimes.”

“What do you want, then?”

“What I can’t have.” Wit turned to him, eyes solemn. “Same as everyone else, Kaladin Stormblessed.”

"Two blind men waited at the end of an era, contemplating beauty. They sat atop the world’s highest cliff, overlooking the land and seeing nothing.

'Can beauty be taken from a man?' the first asked the second.

'It was taken from me,' the second replied. 'For I cannot remember it.' This man was blinded in a childhood accident. 'I pray to the God Beyond each night to restore my sight, so that I can find beauty again.'

'Is beauty something one must see then?' the first asked.

'Of course. That is it’s nature. How can you appreciate a work of art without seeing it?'

'I can hear a work of music,' the first said.

'Very well, you can hear some kinds of beauty - but you cannot know full beauty without sight. You can know only a small portion of beauty.'

'A sculpture,' the first said. 'Can I not feel its curves and slopes, the touch of the chisel that transformed common rock into uncommon wonder?'

'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a sculpture.'

'And what of the beauty of food? Is it not a work of art when a chef crafts a masterpiece to delight the tastes?'

'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a chef’s art.'

'And what of the beauty of a woman,' the first said. 'Can I not know her beauty in the softness of her caress, the kindness of her voice, the keenness of her mind as she reads philosophy to me? Can I not know this beauty? Can I not know most kinds of beauty, even without seeing it?'

'Very well,' said the second. 'But what if your ears were removed, your hearing taken away? Your tongue taken out, your mouth forced shut, your sense of smell destroyed? What if your skin were burned so that you could no longer feel? What if all that remained to you was pain? You could not know beauty then. It can be taken from a man.'"

The messenger stopped, cocking his head to Shallan.
"What?" she asked.

"What think you? Can beauty be taken from a man? If he could not touch, taste, smell, hear, see, what if all he knew was pain? Has that man had beauty taken away from him?"

"I…" What did this have to do with anything? "Does the pain change day by day?"

"Let us say it does," the messenger said.

"Then beauty, to that person, would be the times when the pain lessens. Why are you telling me this story?"

The messenger smiled. "To be human is to seek beauty, Shallan. Do not despair, do not end the hunt because thorns grow in your way. Tell me, what is the most beautiful thing you can imagine?"


“In this,” Wit said, “as in all things, our actions give us away. If an artist creates a work of powerful beauty – using new and innovative techniques – she will be lauded as a master, and will launch a new movement in aesthetics. Yet what if another, working independently with that exact level of skill, were to make the same accomplishments the very next month? Would she find similar acclaim? No. She’d be called derivative.

“So it’s not beauty itself we admire. It’s not the force of intellect. It’s not the invention, aesthetics, or capacity itself. The greatest talent we think a man can have?” He plucked a final string. “Seems to me that it must be nothing more than novelty.”

"A blind man awaited the era of endings," Wit said, "contemplating the beauty of nature."


"That man is me," Wit noted. "I'm not physically blind, just spiritually. And that other statement was actually very clever, if you think about it."

"What is it to be witty, then?”

“To say clever things.”

“And what is cleverness?”

“I…” Why was he having this conversation? “I guess it’s the ability to say and do the right things at the right time.”

The King’s Wit cocked his head, then smiled.

“Expectation. That is the true soul of art. If you can give a man more than he expects, then he will laud you his entire life. If you can create an air of anticipation and feed it properly, you will succeed.

“Conversely, if you gain a reputation for being too good, too skilled . . . beware. The better art will be in their heads, and if you give them an ounce less than they imagined, suddenly you have failed. Suddenly you are useless. A man will find a single coin in the mud and talk about it for days, but when his inheritance comes and is accounted one percent less than he expected, then he will declare himself cheated.”

Wit shook his head, standing up and dusting off his coat. “Give me an audience who have come to be entertained, but who expect nothing special. To them, I will be a god. That is the best truth I know.”

~~ Stromlight Archive, Brandon Sanderson

"You see, whether you can draw like this or not, being able to think up this kind of design, it depends on whether or not you can say to yourself, ‘Oh, yeah, girls like this exist in real life. If you don’t spend time watching real people, you can’t do this, because you’ve never seen it. Some people spend their lives interested only in themselves. Almost all Japanese animation is produced with hardly any basis taken from observing real people, you know. It’s produced by humans who can’t stand looking at other humans. And that’s why the industry is full of otaku!"
-Hayao Miyazaki

"In culture an analogous situation leads to the emergence of enclaves shut up in ghettos, where intellectual production likewise stagnates because of inbreeding in the form of incessant repetition of the selfsame creative patterns and techniques. The internal dynamics of the ghetto may appear to be intense, but with the passage of years it becomes evident that this is only a semblance of motion, since it leads nowhere, since it neither feeds into nor is fed by the open domain of culture, since it does not generate new patterns or trends, and since finally it nurses the falsest of notions about itself, for lack of any honest evaluation of its activities from outside."

~Stanislaw Lem, author of Solaris

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Mako nodded as she digested the information. "This Hyper Fang seems to be quite the troublemaker. And now she's out there causing another rukus..." At the question of why she wasn't out there fighting, Mako shrugged nonchalantly. "I'll let you in on a little secret, I'm not much one for fighting. My skills lie more in trickery and such. A little illusion here," She flicked her fingers and made Tomoko's clothing change color to blue. "...and a little mischief there." Another flick and Tamoko suddenly appeared to be clad in nothing but her small clothes. A moment later they returned to normal. "And even in that, my abilities pales in comparison to the kind of earth-shaking power I can hear coming from out there." The kitsune finished with a sigh. None of that was entirely a lie. Like most things Mako said, there was a grain of truth mixed with a lot of misdirection.

"More to the point," She said as they stopped at Akari's cell. "What are you going to do with her? Hold her hostage? Execute her? Strip her naked and ravish her on the big screen?"


Mako smiled all mysterious like as she stepped back and watched the scene unfold. These members of HART seemed to be a lively bunch. An attack was underway and they were trading jibs and discussing nicknames. She nodded appreciatively as Tomoko spoke. She seemed to have the right idea, minimalized casualties and work with the MFF, if necessary. It was like a breath of fresh air from the bureaucratic nightmare that was the MFF. Her interest sharped when Tomoko's spoke of Akari, her missing subordinate. They were holding her, it seemed. But why was she here?

Meanwhile the ship continued to shake as Hyper Fang's rampage continued. During a larger-than-normal tremor, the newly freed Utena stumbled a little and Mako pounced on the opportunity for some mischief. She used the desire leaking off the ex-MFF to send her a little daydream of Yeshua reaching out and grabbing her hand to steady Utena. The contact in the illusion lasted just long enough to be awkward...before the dream popped like a soap bubble, leaving confusion and a little arousal in it's wake.

The fox silently tittered to herself at her prank as she turned tail and followed Tamoko out of the room. She wanted to check on Akari, too.

She quickly caught up with the blonde and began to prance beside her, while studying her playfully. " you HART guys enjoy randomly kidnapping people? What is it, like two already? Any more I should know about?" She teased.
The fox was quiet for the airship ride. She studied each occupant in turn with an unnerving intelligence, as if she was pulling their deepest secrets from the way they wore their clothes. Her silence remained in place as the airship arrived and her former captives, plus one turncoat, were rushed to a medical bay for treatment. She dismissed them for now, and followed the one called Haruka around, like a stray looking for food.

Haruka had lead the kitsune to another, whom Haruka had termed 'Tomoko'. This one took one look at the fox and immediately scooped the GMG up in her arms and insisted on carrying her around.

Which was fine. It was only natural to be pampered, especially when one's fur was as soft and gorgeous as her's.

She listened in on the conversation, biding her time, up until an alarm went off. She bit back a curse. Just what she needed, another attack. Every moment she spent away from her post was dangerous, and her absence would be noted if there was a GMG attack. Yet, she also needed time to integrate herself as a GMG to HART, in hopes of gaining their trust. But it seemed the universe was out to foil her plans.

She sat up from her warm arm nest, and faced Setsuna. You are quite right, my dear. I am different from most. She projected her cheerful voice into the minds off all nearby. She sprang out of Tomoko's arms, her form blurring and changing.

She hit the floor as a young girl with white-hair and golden eyes, clad in a sky blue kimono. A kitsune mask sat on her head, offset to the side. The markings were different from her normal mask as an MFF operative. She smiled warmly at all of them and put a finger to her lips. "You may call me Mako." She said.


The newly identified GMG pursed her lips in a pout. "Circumstances must make my introduction short, so in the interest of brevity, I'll just say I'm an enemy of the Monster Federation Force, and I hope to find an ally in HART." She passed her eyes across to each of them. "To be more precise, I intend to observe HART's...mmh...capabilities to decide if they, you, are worth supporting. If you have a chance against the might of the MFF, or if you will be ground to dust beneath them, like so many have before."

Akane Yurei

Interaction: @TheWendil@Lonewolf685@KoL@Flood

Hiding behind her own veil of illusion, Akane trailed the fleeing group. Schrödinger's invisibility made it tricky, but being burdened with the unconscious Yeshua and Utena, made her less stealthy than normal. The kitsune slid her mask into place, and it's various sensors helped her keep up with her invisible prey. She followed then until they stopped, then she hunkered down, waiting patiently for the right opportunity. She barely twitched at the high-pitched whistle the catlike GMG let out. That was a signal, she thought triumphantly. Or I'm a rabbit. Sure enough, an airship materialized out of nowhere and landed nearby. This was her chance. She hesitated, recognizing the extent of the risk she was about to take. That moment of indecision nearly cost her, as the trio was quickly bundled aboard. Leaping forward, and transforming into a fox with a burst of power, she abandoned all attempt at stealth and raced across the open ground to the airship, just slipping inside as the door closed.

The red-and white fox leapt up on the nearest empty seat and sat, curling her tail around her paws in a self-satisfied manner. That power, with speed with which she had moved, undoubtable announced her as a fellow GMG, but she said nothing as she regarded everyone inside the craft with haughty nonchalance. It was up to them how they would take the sudden appearance of the Kitsune.

She made no other movements as the aircraft brought them to the HART base, the Silencia.
Well, this is interesting.

There's so many ways to go about this.

Good perceived as Evil?

Evil perceived as Good?

Something less absolute?

One action's intent perceived as another?

Yeah, I think I can work with this.

Akane Yurei

While chaos reigned inside the MFF base, Akane slipped into a side door, and down a short hallway to a room that served as her temporary office while overseeing the captured GMGs. The door shut with a dull thump, immediately cutting though the noise outside. It was, as expected, messy. Papers covered just about every spare surface that wasn't the floor, some were fresh and new, others were crumbled and had tea stains. She passed through like a whirlwind, snatching gear; her sword, leaning against the desk, her mask, mounted on a hook among other mask, and uniform bodysuit, which she changed into in record speed, tossing her lab coat, shirt, and skirt to the floor. Then she pulled her hair up and secured it in place with some hairbands. She checked the ammo in her sheath-gun and grabbed a few spare, then the edge of her sword. From a drawer on her desk, she also grabbed two smoke grenades and a flashbang, which went on her best around her waist. From a different drawer, she pulled a USB drive and an unmarked keycard, both she tucked out of sight. Then, she was out the door again, seemingly a totally different woman than the one that went in.

She immediately turned invisible and made a hard turn into an empty room. She located the computer inside, and woke it up. Humming a child's tune to herself, she used the manufactured keycard and Utena's stolen credentials, to log in under the now turncoat Aerial Diver's ID. Then she inserted the USB and ran the program on it. Quietly, throughout the base, about half of the weapons, defense, and support systems, including surveillance, shutdown and began running update cycles. Nothing was going to update, but all affected systems would be down for around fifteen minutes. There was now a very large and intentional blind-spot centered on the GMG's holding area. Lastly, she had the surveillance cameras dump the last few minutes of their tapes. She logged off, and pulled out both the USB and the card. Both of which, she melted on Kogitsune-maru's blade and flicked aside. The burnt remains would be found, but little else evidence was left. Not even fingerprints, thanks to her gloves. This will certainly throw them for a loop. Such fun toys humans have, and how much they rely on them.

Invisible still, she left the office and emerged back into the chaos of the main room. Pieces of ceiling were falling, gunshots were ringing out, and just about everyone was shouting something at once. Pure, delightful, chaos. Utena's single rebellious act had caused all this. The kitsune had to admire the girl for that much. Still, Akane didn't have time to bask in the moment. She skirted the edge of the room to the doors leading up and out. Her plan was simple: wait outside and if the three renegades made it out alive and uncaptured, she would follow them, hopefully leading her to the mysterious organization that had blind-sided them all during Goomie's attack. Yeshua, at the very least, seem to have some connection to them, and it seemed logical that they would turn to them for safety.

And if they didn't escape?

Then, they would be her's again. Utena too.

Akane Yurei

Ever since the MFF had successfully captured not one, but two, live GMGs, Akane had been bouncing around the lab nonstop with all the energy of an excited school girl. Mug of tea in one hand and a piece of fried tofu in the other, she would cross the lab to anything she could help with or that caught her interest. The MFF commander's normally well-kept appearance seemed to get more and more disheveled with every passing day. She sometimes came into work wearing pajamas and would a lab coat over them and call it good. Fortunately, the MFF's dress standards were pretty lax, and no one either cared enough--or was ranked high enough--to correct the officer. Except for McNair, but Akane ignored the small pinkette with something like vindictive glee.

Despite her burning work ethic, there was a lot of work to be done, so she was working almost non-stop around the clock pausing only for the necessities, like sleep, and when she ran out of tea. Still, she thrived, driven by the fact that their knowledge of GMGs all but doubled overnight. Of special interest to her was their DNA, which they were slowly but surly sequencing. It bore a remarkable similarity to humans, and to each other, despite being vastly different creatures. She even compared them against her own, disguised under the identification of 'an unknown GMG' with similar results. As an added precaution, she purged that data immediately after.

She did hear of the disappearance of Akari, which upset her immensely, as the girl had been under her command, but she was unable to join the search and be in the lab, so she reluctantly left it to others. She also took immediate note of Utena wandering into the lab day after day. The emotions the girl was giving off when she looked on their prisoners alone was enough to tell Akane that the girl was planning something stupid. From flashes of thoughts Akane was able to glean from the occasional close proximity, she figured out her plan, such as it was. Akane had to work really hard not to sigh when she put it together. Utena's "plan" wasn't just stupid, it was reckless, impulsive, and dangerous. Not only that, but it had a very small probability of working. But, it could be entertaining, and she was growing ever more mistrustful of McNair, and to a lesser extent, Kusanagi. In the interest of keeping her options open, she made three plans and prepared accordingly: one to help, one to hinder, and one to do nothing. Then, she watched Utena a hawk and waited for the seditious Aerial Diver to make her move.

She did not disappoint. A quick "conversation" and a sudden dash later, and the MFF had two loose, angry Kaiju. In that moment, Akane made up her mind; she was going to give them a fighting chance, but without revealing herself. But only a chance. In the confusion and chaos that followed the GMGs out of their cages, Akane let herself be bumped, sending her mostly full mug of tea spilling over several control panels. They gave an angry hiss and sparked. She disappeared into to the panicking mob to grab her mask and sword.

Meanwhile, the mesh of metal that was moving into place suddenly ground to a halt.

I wonder how far they will go.

Akane Yurei

Listening to the "captives'" story, the MFF commander just looked amused. "A strange turn of events, but given what we know, your tale certainty makes sense. It's unfortunate you don't want to leave, but I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter. Goomie may have treated you well, but we can't rule out any kind of-" Midsentence, her little black dot of an earpiece stated buzzing. She put a finger on the button as she finished her thought, "-chemical brainfuckery." She finished. "Yes?" She also nodded in acknowledgement of Akari's bold words, but then her brows knotted into a frown as she tried to make sense of the frantic voice on the other end. "Slow down, what about anther GMG?"

And that's when all hell broke loose. Screams echoed through The Cavern as columns of slime burst from the darkness, splattering several soldiers and pulling them deeper. Even as she focused on the voice coming through her earpiece, Akane's reaction speed was second to none. Kogitsune-maru leap from its sheath, singing its song of flame. Its draw sent a bolt of fire hurtling down the cavern, erupting on the nearest tentacle, causing it to drop an MFF soldier.

"I see. Quite the surprise. We seem to have encountered Goomie here, ourselves, so things will be a bit busy. No, no, stay on the line. This won't take long." Raising her voice, she said loudly, "Use the cages as cover, and mind both the ceiling and walls. Team B, take charge of the captives. Team A, use formation Epsilon, Front row protect Team B, back row focus on freeing the front if they get grabbed."

Akari was already charging in, swinging and screaming. Akane smiled faintly at the girl's recklessness. Independence was something she encouraged. Though it made teamwork more difficult, the trade-off was that it allowed people to use their own talents to their upmost.

Knowing Goomie didn't track with her eyes, Akane instead used a combination of her mask and her own powers to erase her presence from the GMG's senses while remaining visible. Virtually soundless, she followed Akari's example, though keeping pace with the rest of her troops, as they charged forward, weaving between cages while dodging or destroying slimy tentacles, searching for Goomie's real body.

Working in tandem, the MFF were evacuating the captives at a brisk pace, even the once that didn't want rescuing.

Akane Yurei

Direct interaction with: @Flood@Lonewolf685@KoL

With the timely appearance of Kusanagi, Akane took the chance to free herself from the little pink fluff's room. Working for her was going to be a pain in the tail she thought mournfully. Her next objective was to visit poor Yeshua, who was being sorely mistreated. Would that she could provide her some succor, but she would take no action that would draw suspicion. Even if she was ordered to be executed.

She swiftly and immediately made her way through the base to the massive room where Yeshua was being held. Her expression and manner was entirely the GMG-obsessed researcher she had made herself out to be, as she questioned every soldier and scientist that crossed her path, including Utena. She pointedly ignored Yeshua, herself, and the fact that she could understand what the great bird-like girl was saying.

The bindings and the cage that held the GMG were actually her designs, though the electrification was a later addition by Yashiro. It made her proud to see that they worked, however, she had her doubts if they could contain a kaiju as powerful as the Dragon Queen. She could clearly see they would have to improve on their design to have any hope against her. Maybe it could do with an extra knot or two, maybe another strap between--

The klaxon of an alarm and a loud voice jolted her from her daydreams:

All MFF personel are to prepare for departure. Codename Goomie has been located on a remote island to the western seas with multiple human life signs registered. I repeat, all MFF personel are to prepare for departure. Codename Goomie has been located on a remote island to the western seas with multiple human life signs registered.

"Ah-ha, so that little net finally landed the big fish!" She laughed over the alarm. She turned to a group of soldiers who had frozen up. "Hey, hey, get your rears in gear, we've got another GMG to catch!" Thus galvanized, they practically tripped over themselves as they scurried off. Before she left to follow them, Akane stopped in front of Yeshua and looked the GMG in the eyes. She smiled in a very uncomforting way and said quietly, her voice somehow carrying enough to reach her bound and gagged audience's ears. "Now, be a good girl, and I'll be take my time with you later. In private."

Then she left.

She was, once again, called upon to deploy on the mission to siege Goomie's base. This time, as a field agent, though her qualification for command and knowledge of GMGs were invaluable, her similarly impressive skills at stealth and infiltration were more valuable here. She was tasked with leading and coordinating several teams of Agents to rescue the humans reportedly imprisoned on Goomie's island, while she was engaged with the MFF's main forces. Of particular note, once she received the rosters, under her command were Utena and the recently promoted Akari. [red]Our paths keep crossing, and I'm not one to believe in coincidence.[/color] She thought.

The misson was quickly underway, and there they were, creeping into The Cavern. She lead the way, completely invisible, checking for traps or anything that might endanger pesky human intruders. There were none, which fit with Goomie's intelligence profile, but one could never be too cautious. Aside from quiet chatter among the troops, and the occasional plop of slime, it was eerily quiet.

Then, they came to the first cage.

"Um... hi? This is awkward uh, do you guys need something?"

At the question, directed at the visible MFF. Akane popped into existence. "We are the Monster Federation Force. And we are here to rescue you. From your...rather luxurious prison." She said dryly, taking in the creature comforts. A quick indication from her, and two of the soldiers started looking for a way to open the cage.

This was definitely unexpected. It seemed that Goomie's reasons for kidnapping wasn't for sustenance or cruelty at all. The more Akane looked, the more she was strikingly reminded of a dollhouse. And, looking past this cage, there were more--many more. There were rows of cages set up in haphazard fashion, in the nearest could be seen human-like silhouettes and more comforts, beds, tables, furniture.

However, there would be time to ponder and re-asses the GMG's weird hobbies later. For now, their mission was to rescue and evacuate the prisoners. Whether they wanted to or not. More soldiers scattered to other cages and attempted to open them.

After a moment's pause, Akane once again addressed the woman who spoke in a gentler voice. "My name is Agent Akane Yurei, and I command these troops. Tell us how you came to be here and what's transpired since. Quickly, please, we don't have much time."
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