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A New Dream. Part 2.
Part 1
This is part of the OMORI Guardian Angel AU. Please check the other parts through the tag!
“I’m a comedian I know, you can thank me later.” Zero said jokingly as he got what he needed. “I got what I needed. You?”
“Right!” Plum exclaimed, “I wanna get snacks, but also like I’m not sure what you’re gonna get…”
@thenonsocialgirl
Rody had just finished bussing two tables, the trays he was carrying now full of dirty dishes. It had been a fairly steady night; not too busy, not too slow. He only had had an hour or two left of his shift. He could survive.
Ring-a-ding.
The brunette paused, gaze landing on the newcomer. She wasn’t a familiar face in this establishment... nor in this area.
“Hey, welcome to Stan’s bar, feel free to take a seat wherever you like; be that the bar or at one of the tables, and I’ll be with you shortly.” Every customer had to be greeted with a smile.
With that, he disappeared behind a door that led to the kitchen to dispose of the dishes he had.
Hello, all! I've finally updated Singularities, so chapter 8 is live!
This is the chapter where the clone gets a name, so I hope you like it!
Hi again! I hope your doing well up there :)
I’ve always wondered, are you able to control your quirk for doing regular everyday things or does the suit do that?
"i also have used my quirk as a quick garbage disposal once!"
What rank are you in the hero charts? Are you in the top 300 or top 100? or maybe even top 20? Because if you stop meteors that happen to slip by with your blackhole quirk. You deserve to be a lot more higher ranked!
"Of course i see the appeal in striving for the top, but ultimately it's the Hero Public Safety Commission's choices and monitoring that decide who stands at the top. and of course i have teaching duties to worry about.. i wish i could do more, But thank you."
Jaheira leaned back on the chair, rocking it slightly as she regarded Nere, her eyes unfocused but filled with mischievousness. “Nere... Nere...” she mumbled, slurring his name as if it was a strange new song. "Neeeere... Ner-reee, yeah, that’s a good one." She paused, squinting at him with exaggerated curiosity, a grin tugging at her lips. “Did you pick it yourself, or did your mama just... toss it at you? I mean, it’s a great name! Nere, sounds so... so... important. Like you’re supposed to be a big deal or something. I bet you’ve got a whole... backstory for it, right?” She let out a giggle, almost losing her balance as she swayed the chair back again.
@harpershigh
She mocks him.
He does not care to be mocked. He has never cared to be mocked. All he has wanted for his entire life was respect [ and freedom, though that is a far more difficult thing to say, or even to understand to one who has lived as he has lived ].
Why then does it seem as though every gods-forsaken person to have crossed his path in recent months finds it not only acceptable but hilarious to do so.
At least this one is drunk. Perhaps she means what she says and perhaps she does not. In the end, it does not truly matter. Despite what any here might think, he is no fool. While he was unaware of this [ ancient ] hero's status and legend with their first meeting, he is a quick study. He is exceedingly aware of it now.
He is also quite cognizant of the fact that she holds power while his own continued existence within the good graces—or perhaps tolerance—of the group remains tenuous at best [ and to provoke a fight would be unwise in his current diminished state, regardless ].
He cannot allow his pride to get the better of him here and now, no matter how her words gall him, how they burn at him just as Baenre's scathing remarks.
And yet, though he cannot make it so exceedingly plain as he would like, still he does not feel that he need bow to her queries either.
He takes a deep breath, pushes further down that roiling anger within his chest, and, after another moment, he corners his eyes to look at her.
"I hope you will excuse that I see no point in wasting my breath by explaining my name's origin with someone who is too intoxicated to remember it by the morning."
Stargazing.