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Let's Play Suikoden II, Part 8: Recruitment Drive
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Let's Play Suikoden II, Part 8: Recruitment Drive
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We make our escape from Highland with some help from Flik and Viktor, and then it's right on to the Suikoden mainstay - frequent breaks from the main plot to recruit many, many characters.
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"It's not like you see differently as a demon." Marona commented. "We see the same, everywhere."
"I know that, I just feel so different." Castile said, her new demon tail twitching behind her head. "Well, you're an invalid who feels sick and miserable all the time again, but on the plus side, you have a brand new rape-tail!" "You're... not helping." "Oh, you're just to cute as a Fallen Angel. Tail and all!" Marona leaned over and grabbed one of her now pointed ears. "Nya!" Castile clasped her hands over her ears. "Oh, so cute! I couldn't resist, I'm sorry." Marona giggled, then grabbed Castile's tail, making her squeak. "So, I'm a Fallen Angel..." Castile said, scratching her head. "Yep. So, yeah, you're with us from now on, got it?" Marona said. "Okay." Castile smiled, revealing short, but still visible, fangs. I'm just amazed she still wants anything to do with you after all the shit you've put her through. "Oh, you're just to cute!" Marona said again. "Um, okay?" Castile said. "Okay, now let me take you and reintroduce you to everyone as a Fallen Angel." Marona giggled. You didn't introduce her to anyone when she wasn't. This shouldn't take long. "Fine. But, you're going to do all of the talking." Castile said. "Well, I'll just tell Laharl. He can tell everyone else." Marona said. She pushed Castile out of the bathroom and into the main room of the castle. Flonne and Ash both gasped. Their scene transitions had been stolen, making the story even less comprehensible than it already was! "She's a fallen angel..." Flonne said. "Yep." Ash replied. Marona passed them both, yet again, and took Castile into Laharl's room. "Oy! Pr-I mean-King, we have a new fallen angel!" Marona said loudly as she pranced into the room. She's always bouncing around or prancing. I think she has restless leg syndrome. "Another one?" He said, still sitting in the spot she had left him in. "Yep, her name's Castile." Marona said, a smug smile on her face. Take every step we can to make her as unlikable as humanly possible. "Hmm, Castile huh?" Laharl got up and studied Castile, who was avoiding his gaze. "Yes, sir." Castile said, quietly. "Are you okay? You look pale." Laharl said, then relized his worry, "Um, I mean..." Laharl trailed off. Now he's even going against his own rules. You're the worst demonic ruler ever. Well to be fair, he's the only one showing even a shred of sympathy for the only likable character in this whole mess. "Oh, King, Flonne's got to you again didn't she?" Marona said, playing with a strand of Castile's hair. "Um, no. Well, so forth, what are you doing here? Why, and how did you get here?" Laharl asked. "Um... I was here to kill Marona, then Marona kissed me, while in the bathroom, and I accepted it, Uh, no. She didn't. We clearly saw that she rejected it. Jeez, author can't even keep her own story straight. making me a fallen angel... I think... I really don't know what to think of all of this." Castile said. A first-base tryst in a public restroom, whether consensual or not, condemns you to hell? That's pretty harsh. Something you want to tell us, Avatar? ...No! "Well, seams like Marona is your problem." Laharl said. "Yes, I am... don't start King, you know me too well, to start that now." Marona said, her tail suddenly started wagging. "Um, yes, ma'am." Laharl said in a quiet voice. Behave or she'll rape you again. "Good boy." Marona said, a giggle escaped her voice. "Wow, you guys are like Master slave, but Laharl's not the master." Castile noted. "That's because I can get anything I want." Marona said, her voice very suductive. "Marona!" ...Wait, you're ending it with THAT?! Since this is the last chapter, I'll just write my own ending. Laharl, Castile, and poor Flonne all wise up and conspire against Rape Demon Marona. Castile seduces her and the other two take advantage of the loss of her powers and kill her as messily as possible. Credits roll over the image of her dead and bloodied face. The peasants rejoice. The end. As a post-credits bonus, they then go and beat up the author with hockey sticks for good measure. Nothing too fancy, just a good bruising and a few broken teeth. The Caligula ending, hm? It's strangely fitting. A trashy, exploitative fanfic ending in much the same way as a trashy and exploitative movie. It's the only ending worthy of this delporable, mean-spirited garbage. Indeed. This author's stories only serve to remind me of everything I hate about fan fiction, and basing them on a light-hearted RPG franchise that happens to rank among my favorite game series only multiplies the insult tenfold. Let us now depart the dark waters of yaoi-kawaii123 (ugh, just saying that name makes me cringe) and never return. ![]() ![]() rawks § rad comments, dogg.
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"Hey, I didn't know you were so strong! And I had to start at level 1, you were already a high level!" Castile said, her face a peach red color.
Collect some Statisticians and make a few trips to Cave of Ordeals 3. You'll catch up in no time! "Hahahahaha! It's still funny!" Marona giggled some more then straighten up. "But until I get over that, I need to avoid Flonne." Marona said. "Um... If you really need to get over her, you can use me?" Castile offered her body to Marona. Now your poor friend is so whipped that she's just going along with your stupidity. This is just getting sadder by the minute. "Huh?" Marona's eye's went wide. "No! No! No! No! No! No! No!" Marona said, "If I do that then you'll be like Flonne, a fallen angel." Marona said. So one orgasm is all it takes for God's servants to fall from grace? Pat Robertson was right! "And I was told that if I became a Fallen Angel, I would have to be in that wheelchair again, and I'd be in pain all the time..." Well, that's a bit harsh. "Then, why'd you even offer?" "I wasn't thinking... and I was trying to be nice." Castile said. "Nice, huh? Well, this is the Netherworlds, no one's nice, got it." Marona said, in a bitchy tone. She's the most kind and selfless friend you could ever ask for, and you still treat her like dirt. Simply amazing. "There has to be lov-" "Nope, sorry, babe. There's none of that to go around." Marona cut Castile off. Did you even play Disgaea, author? "This is the Netherworlds, okay? We're demons here, we don't care for love. Our affection is shown by our hate. Do you get it, we're opposite then you Love Freaks, up in Celestia. Sorry to be so harsh but it's true." "But you just said that you loved Flonne...?" Castile questioned. "Yes, but demon's love is hate, so in a way I meant hate, becuase ya' know, here we don't kiss all the time and sweet talk each other, is like we act with violence as our affection, just like the love vs hate thing." By that logic, if you hate Flonne and treat her with contempt (as you do) you're just as guilty as if you'd fallen in love with her. The only way to win is to be completely indifferent to everyone, I guess. "Hmmm, that seams hard to remember." Castile said. "Not really." Marona said. "Well, in Ceslestia, we have love and sadness an-" Castile got cut off again, but this time by Marona kissing her. ...Why? Why not? Nothing else she's said or done makes any logical sense. Marona forced her tongue into Castile's mouth, only making her squirm more. Castile finally managed to push her friend away, "Stop it! Why do you do things like that? Out of nowhere!" Castile yelled at Marona. Marona felt tears come to her eyes. "I'm sorry, I was trying to experence 'love' but you pushed away." Marona said, in a mean voice. Not ten sentences ago you said that was the worst thing you could possibly do. Where the fuck is this coming from? "But with me?" Castile fell, catching herself as she hit the floor. "Are you okay?" Marona ran to her side. "I think I'm turning into a fallen angel..." Castile said, holding her side. "Why do you think that?" Marona asked. "Because my head and side suddenly started hurting, and I can't stand." Castile said. Great. Now she gets to be an invalid, trapped in hell, AND miserable as she watches her friend treat her like dirt and rape everyone she meets forever. This might be salvageable if it were to set up a scene where Rape-Demon Marona redeems herself by finding love, thereby losing her powers and being torn apart by demons moments later. But why end the story on a touching note when you can just come up with several more chapters of stupid bullshit! It's really not a good sign when something SorceryGeniusLina would write actually turns out to be an IMPROVEMENT on what you're currently reading. "Okay, hold here for one second." Marona ran out of the bathroom, and to the Netherworld hospital. She asked for wheelchair, but didn't wait for an answer, she just toke it. Because she's EVIL! Get it yet? EVIL! Shre sped it past Ash, and Flonne, who had just recovered from Marona's attack. "Wonder what she's up to." Flonne said. "No clue." Ash said. How is it that these characters bear direct witness to everything that is happening, yet STILL have no idea what's going on? You know the old saying, "you can't write a character smarter than yourself"? Marona ignored both of them and sped the wheelchair to Castile's aid. Castile noticed how rushed Marona looked. Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair was a mess. This is supposed to surprise us? Marona didn't even ask Castile, she picked her up and put her in the chair. "Fuuuu..." Marona sighed after such a rush. "Thanks." Castile said. "You're welcome." Marona said, flipping a lock of hair behind her shoulder. "Hey, your eyes are turning red. Cute." "Huh?" Castile rubbed her eyes but she still saw the same images. (This is Castile as a Demon. If you steal this one I'll eat you!) It also doesn't even exist on your DA page, but if it did it'd probably just be another recolored promotional pic. ![]() rawks § rad comments, dogg.
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"Please... Marona, don't lie to me... I don't want you to lie, just so I don't hurt one of your friends, but..." Castile said, with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"I'm not lying. I would never lie to you. "I'd just abandon my humanity and go off to become a horrible rape-monster in hell without even bothering to say goodbye to my only non-deceased friend! ...Wow, that sounds bad, doesn't it?" I am the Suductive demon. I know, it's hard to believe me, being all perverted, but if you don't believe, I can show you!" Marona hugged her tight, then her tail curved up Castile's thigh. She giggled and wrapped her tail around Castile's underwear, then pulled them down. She tickled her clit with her tail. Sure, why not. Sexually molest one of maybe five people in the entire world who didn't fear and hate you as a demon. Back when you actually weren't one, I mean. Castile moaned, and didn't have the motavation to step back. Marona giggled again, then stuck her tail inside Castile. Ash twitched then turned away, and sighed at Marona's bad actions. You are kind of her guardian. You could do something to try and stop this instead of just standing there and bringing absolutely nothing to this story. Many people were watching Marona, and some were whispering about her. Were any plotting to kill her, by chance? Because I'd much rather see what they're up to. Marona wiggled her tail and made Castile colapse under her own wieght. Marona laughed when she felt warm liquid pour onto her tail. She pulled it out, and licked it, like it was the best in the world. Marona smiled and giggled again. This is just contemptible. "Uhhhh..." Castile was so surprised on how good it felt. She cought herself thinking thoughts. She stopped thinking and got back on her feet. "So, you are..." Castile said, as she pulled her underwear back up. "Yes, sadly." You seemed pretty damn proud of it last chapter. The fact that you just violated your best friend doesn't help your case either. Marona looked down, her tail swaying side to side, following her swaying. Marona was swist a strand of hair in her fingers behind her back. She was frightened of what was going to happen. Castile's hand was shaking as she put her hand in her pocket. She pulled out a pistal. She slowly aimed it for Marona's head. Marona closed her eyes, but was going to let her do it. Out of character, but I'll take it as long as it gets this crap over with faster. Castile was shaking even harer, the harder she pushed the triger. Marona heard a gun shot but didn't see any blood and she wasn't out. "Oops... I missed." Castile said, then laughed lightly. "Are you okay?" *Beating head against desk* "You just tried to kill me, now you're asking if I'm okay?" Marona said. "Well, yeah, I'm your friend. Aren't I suppost to do that?" Castile asked. She drove you to suicide and just raped you. Why do you have ANY sympathy for this character?! "Not if you are also your best friend's assasin." Marona comment. "The writing in this story is goddamn atrocious," Spoony lament. "You know, I'm stressed... Hey, Flonne!" Marona turned to the blond Fallen Angel. You're dragging Flonne into this garbage too? Is there anyone you won't completely butcher before we're done? "Ahh!" Flonne jumped and was about to run but Marona cought her around her waste. For the third time, it's "waist." "Caught ya!" Marona said. "Let go!" Flonne fought. "Nope." Marona snickered. "Let's go to our own room!" "No!" Flonne tried to get away again. Thus leads into our author's number one fascination with the Disgaea franchise - seeing Flonne seduced or raped. It's happened in several other stories she's written as well. And once again, I remind you that the author is a young woman. "You should know that since I was upgraded to upperclass demon, I'm about 100 levels higher then you, you know you can't win against me!" Marona said, as she picked up Flonne over her head and started carrying her. Please tell me she doesn't have a game jargon fetish too. I can let this pass since character levels are actually referenced in the games (in a humorous context, but still). No weird author fetishes here. She's just horny for little girls. "Um..." Castile watched Marona, "I don't think my gun would have killed even if I didn't miss..." she said a nervous voice. "What level is she?" Ash said. "I'm level 1236." Marona said, when she heard Ash. She giggled then held on to Flonne tighter. She took her in the closest room. "What are you doing?" Flonne saked, when Marona locked the door. She's giving you a birthday present. WHAT DO YOU THINK SHE'S DOING?! "I'm bored and I need to releave stress." Marona said, she smiled and pushed Flonne on the floor. She slid her tail gracfully up Flonne's leg. She moved Flonne's underwear out of the way and didn't tease first, just went straight in. Flonne fought how good it felt, she didn't want to show Marona that she was enjoying this. Poor Flonne. She's been put through this so much that she's tricked herself into liking it. In a decent story, this might mean that she uses this as a way to cope as she bides her time until she can eventually escape or take her revenge. Sadly, I know that's not the case here. Marona giggled and got on top of Flonne. She leaned down and french kissed her. Flonne finally let go. She kissed Marona back. Marona let go of Flonne. She felt a pleasurable feeling in her stomach. She quickly jumped up and wiped Flonne's cum on the floor, and ran off. Flonne layed there, surprised. Marona had never run from an attack. Marona ran out of the room and passed Castile and Ash and went to the bathroom. That's not a "pleasureable feeling". That's what you get when you eat too much Taco Bell. Damn! Not again. I can't fall for her. I should have learned this. I can't fall in love, it's against the rules. It's wrong! Marona thought as she washed her red face. Do I even need to point out in how many ways this story element is removed from reality? Castile walked into the bathroom, "What's wrong?" "I'm in love." Marona said. "Isn't that good?" Castile said. Not if your understanding of "love" is roughly on par with that of Chris-Chan. "No, I'm a Seductive Demon. I'm not allowed to fall in love." Marona said. "Oh... what will happen if you do and your people find out?" "First take away my demon powers, or send me to earth, weak. Or they'll kill me." Marona said. It's not a good sign when you're actively wishing for the worst possible fate to befall the "hero" of the story. "Well, the last one is my job, but I'm only level 709..." Castile said. "Hahahahahahaa!" Marona started laughing. "And you thought you could kill me with that gun! Hahahaha!" She laughed. "Hey, don't sell it short. It's a Rank 40 Etoile and I've got eight Marksman specialists on it!" ![]() rawks § rad comments, dogg.
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We take a look at another yaoi-kawaii123 disasterpiece this time around. However, you'll be glad to know that I have learned from my previous mistake and actually read this one all the way through beforehand. You'll also be glad to know that this one is not dour and depressing like that last one we read. However, it is much stupider, far more offensive in content and just as badly written, so we have plenty to work with. Not since the days of Shit Piece has a fanfic angered me this much. So use your fury to your advantage as we look at the aptly titled "Marona? A Demon? Uhhuh." It's been about a mouth since Laharl first came to Ivoire, and now he won't leave Marona and Ash alone. "Mouth"? We're one sentence in and already there's an embarassing typo. At least she spelled "Ivoire" right this time. There's really not much character motive in these stories, is there? People just say and do shit because the author says so. "Why don't you go back to the Netherworlds?" Ash said. "Baka, I have no friends there." Flonne? Etna? Gordon? Thursday? Jennifer? Bah, who needs 'em! "So, you bother us?" "Yep. Yes, harass two people who haven't done a single thing to you for weeks on end. That'll make them like you! Oh, yeah, Marona, would you like to come work for me in the Netherworlds? You'll get payed a lot more then what your clients pay." Laharl smiled, not in a mean way. "Can I?" Marona said. "Marona, what if-" "I trust Laharl, Ash." He's a tiny, cackling nine year old from Hell with the voice of Rita Repulsa and he's been tormenting you for weeks now. What about that screams "trustworthy" to you? "So, will you?" Laharl urged. "Yes." Marona smiled. Don't do it, Marona! Just recruit a Titlist and I can show you a trick to earn 50 million Bor in mere minutes! "Okay, sign this little piece of paper."Laharl gave Marona the sheet. By signing this, you agree to give up your humanity, and agree to become a demon. X But it wasn't written in the arcane and confusing language of Legalese and therefore had no binding value. Marona read it. "Um... I need a pen." Laharl sighed and offered her a pen. Jeez, Laharl, don't you know anything about Faustian pacts? They're supposed to sign in blood! We can assume our author doesn't either, as we've already seen she has no qualms about including messy and senseless character death. This contract is even more null-and-void than it was before! She signed it and gave it back to him. He read her signiture. "Okay, now the next few minutes are going to be uncomfortable, I would recommend you to go into a privite room." So why doesn't Ash attempt to take back and destroy that contract to protect Marona? Because that would be smart, and fan fiction is not allowed to show any sign of intelligence. Marona bowed and went into the house. She felt these prickly things all down her back and on her ears. Her eyes started to water. Then the prickly stuff turned into seiring pain. Marona held back her scream. When the pain was over she went back out. Edge of your seat excitement, this narration. It's almost as if it didn't make me care or sympathize with this character one whit! "Marona!" Ash said. "What?" she said, her new demon tail swaying back and forth. "What happened to-" "She gave up on humanity." Laharl said, Guy's still just as oblivious as he was in the last fic, isn't he? then turned to Marona, "Are you ready?" "Yes." 2 Weeks Later Marona sat comfortably in the class where they were voting what demons get to become uperclass demons. I wasn't aware that demons attended school. Until Disgaea 3, at least, and even then you can hardly call an institution that rewards absenteeism and has no teachers with an actual work ethic "school". "And last, but not least, Marona." the teacher smiled at her. She felt like hoping from her chair but the teacher dismissed the class so she wouldn't make a scene. She left the room so happy. She ran the hallways of the castle but stopped at the gatekeepers. She saw Ash coming out of the room. This narrative really narrows things down. Have to love it! "Oy! What are you doing here?" Marona asked. "I want to work." Ash said. You're a ghost, what could you possibly need money for? I guess Phantom Isle does get pretty tiring when your only companionship just repeats the same four or five lines over and over again forever. "For me, or for Laharl? Because if you work for me, you'll just be my giant sex toy." Marona said. Oh... my god. So she just got promoted because she whored her way up the ranks. ...It's official, I will never understand fan fiction. If you like a franchise, why do you proceed to write stories that butcher every single character and story element within it?! Also, why are they always obsessed with the sex lives of fictional people that don't even exist, regardless of age, species or other factors? It's fucking creepy. "Excuse me. Sex toy? Exactly what kind of demon are you?" Ash asked. "I'm an uperclass suductive demon." Marona said, an evil grin passed over her face. "Suductive?" Ash said, in a nervous voice. "Yeah, see." Marona walked up next to him. Snickered, then aimed her tail down his shirt slowly. Then inside his pants. She then wrapped her tail around his penis, making him cry out in pleasure. Marona pulled her tail out of his pants. She then started licking the semen off of her tail as if it were a lolipop. ......Oh god. That's not seduction, that's rape. There is a major difference between the two. "Right this way to Laharl's room." Marona said. She walked down the hall and knocked on the door and the end of the hall. "Laharl, you've got someone here that wants a job." "Okay, bring him in." Laharl said. They're doing job interviews? From what I've seen of Disgaea, there's basically three jobs in the Netherworld - overlord, slave and vassal. The only real difference between the latter two being that one lets you stay relatively humanoid while the other turns you into a bumbling penguin creature. "C'mon, you little rebel." Marona said. "Me? A rebel? You're the one who started touching." Ash said. He also hasn't really done anything "rebellious" yet, but do go on with this riveting story. "Um, Marona, did you suduce him before you brought him in here?" Laharl asked. "Noooo..." Marona turned and giggled. "Yes, you did." Laharl said. "I'm sorry, it's just so fun... and the cum tastes good." she said, in a shy, yet sexy voice. I should note at this point that the author who wrote this is female. Another thing I will never understand about fan fiction - why do female authors write all female characters as helpless, stupid, or slutty? And all men as either rapists or useless, bumbling idiots? "Hey, isn't that little ghost boy that followed you around before?" Laharl said. Dude, you're four-foot-nothing. Who are you calling a "little boy"? "No, dood, I've never seen this person before." Marona smiled and giggled again. "Liar." Laharl said. "Yes, I am, thank you." Marona bowed. Her skirt pushed up and showed her butt. Ash couldn't help but to check her out. He's still an ephebophile too, I see. "Stop that." Laharl hit Ash's head. "Why?" "Because, you don't want to be punished." Laharl said. Well, at least somebody in this story has some standards. "So, yeah, back to the point. Why do you want to work here?" Laharl said. "Um, because I really need to get away from thw human world, and you're the only one I know that doesn't live on earth." Ash said, still looking a Marona. Technically, you don't either, bub. What's with that outfit? It so slutish. Which isn't a word. Marona wasn't paying attention now, she was hopping around the room, humming. She didn't notice her changes as much as everyone else did. Marona's hair had grown a foot since she became a demon, so it trailed her waste. Pruf redding is gud! Her outfit was slut like, but she liked it like that. It was like a bikini, but the top was stapless and was loose. The bottom was a skirt that was so short she could barely bend without flashing the world. She didn't wear underwear, so she could get people to look at her. I remind you again that the person who wrote this was a young woman. A very, very gay and horny one, from the looks of it. Her tail was her deadly weapon. She used her tail to turn people on, and to tease people, but never acually got them through an orgasm, she left them high and dry after about ten minutes. Who doesn't really seem clear on what an "orgasm" is. Her tail was always up, so it held up the back of her skirt so anyone could check her out. Marona had pointed ears and red eyes, just like any of the other demons, although Marona was clasified by all of the demons as a whore, she just thought of herself as she was tought. She wasn't just started as a Suductive Demon, she was trained to be that way, and it only took her a week before she fell in love with her job. Author, this paragraph alone makes a strong case for electroshock therapy. I'd go with the next logical step of "throwing a radio in your bathtub", but that's just me. "Hmm, okay. Why should I hire you?" Laharl acted as if this were a real interview. He knew that Marona was waiting for him to say no so she could suduce him and make him say yes. She did it everytime she came and stayed in the room. Which makes little sense seeing as how Laharl is confirmed to not like women. ll, I'll work hard." Ash said. He doesn't interview very well, does he? Marona tuned in right here, she stopped humming and hopping, she just stood there with her ears percked up. "I don't think I really want to hire you..." Laharl said. "Oh, but Laharl, he looks kind of strong and he might come in handy." Marona said.Here it goes. Laharl thought. "Please, King, hire him for me." Marona smiled and walked up to Laharl. She let her tail tease him by wrapping around his waste and pulling him closer to her. It's "waist". Her tail twitched as it slid from his side down onto the botton on his shorts. She slid her tail farther down, then pushed Laharl onto the floor. She fercly pushed her tail into his pants. She wrapped it around his prize and moved her tail franticly. There's that "prize" simile again. Laharl just looked at her. Marona smiled at him and wrapped her thighs around his waist. She leaned down and kissed Laharl. Ash watched Marona with wide eyes. She never thought he'd see Marona do something so bad. Laharl tried to push Marona off of him, but she just did that suductive smiled and kissed him. When she let go, Laharl noticed that Marona herself was injoying this, but Marona knew the conciquences of falling in love. She's got nothing to worry about, then, as sexual assault and rape are vicious and hateful acts. "Laharl, C'mon, hire him. You will for me, right? I am your favorite little demon, right. I am the one you love? Please say he can work here." Marona said, in this low romantic voice. There is nothing romantic about this. Her tail was still moving in his pants and he still looked bemused, or mesmorized. Marona giggled when she saw the look on his face. "Sure, he can have anyof the job avaliable." He said. "Thank you. King." Marona got up and pulled her tail away from Laharl. She, once again, started licking the semen from the tip of her tail. "There you go. Go get a job now." Marona pushed him out of Laharl's room. Laharl was laying on the floor, with this glazed over look. So Laharl no longer runs the show around here, just a slut-demon of his own creation who gets whatever she wants as long as she keeps the handjobs coming. ...Boy, he's REALLY not good at being devious and evil. Which was kind of the whole message of Disgaea in the first place, honestly. Marona gasped, then Ash looked up, Castile? Really? She went completely ignored in the cancer story but she's showing up here of all places? "Castile!" Marona ran up to the girl and hugged her. "What are you doing here?" Marona noticed that Castile had beautiful white wings, and she also noticed that she could stand on her own feet. Oh god, this is going to end in tears. "Marona!" Castile thought for a second. "Your a demon? I didn't even know that..." Castile faded off. "Castile, you... died?" Marona said, in a nervous tone. "Yes... I couldn't take it anymore, and you weren't replying to my letters and you weren't coming over to visit. so I thought you were done with me, so I stopped taking my meds, and just stayed in bed... but I am worried about what my parents did with Mocha..." Castile said. That's now TWO innocent girls you've killed off by suicide, author. You're a real piece of work. When sociopaths write fiction, this is the result. She didn't respond for two weeks and you offed yourself? A tad bit clingy, are we? "Well, what are you doing here?" Marona asked. "I was told to kill this one demon... Oh, yeah, the Suductive Demon." Castile said. Heaven has a really twisted sense of humor, it appears. Could this turn into a parallel of the original Disgaea, wherein Flonne, under the pretext of an assassin, was the means by which Laharl found friendship and redemption? ...Nah, of course not. Fan fiction writers aren't that clever. "Uhhh..." Marona turned around and began walking off. "Marona, tell her." Ash said. "But, then she'll have to kill me." Marona said, in a annoied voice. "That's no disadvantage from where I'm standing," came the reply. "You know she won't be able to do it." Ash said. "I guess you're right." Marona turned back around and walked back close to Marona, letting her tail graze Ash between the legs. HEY GUYS, DO YOU GET IT YET? SHE'S A WHORE! SHE'S TOTALLY A WHORE! "Um, Castile... I'm the suductive demon." Marona said. "Uh!" Castile took a step back. A pillar of insight, this one. (This is a pic of Marona as a Demon, I edited it so if you steal it your dead, got it, dood?) I should note that this image does not show up properly on the ff.net page. However, I looked it up on your DeviantArt page. It's just some promotional art of Marona with the eyes recolored and wings and a tail drawn on in MSpaint - not even worth stealing to make fun of. ![]() rawks § rad comments, dogg.
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Chapter 8: Counselling
I know I'm going to need some. Wow, I've not written on this story in... a year? Maybe even a year and a half? Goodness. They try to get out, but the world of awful fanfic, it just keeps pulling them back in! I can sympathize. Anyway, I have to say: My writing has gotten much better since this was updated, and so has my spelling. Consular WTF? I might go back and change the baddddddd spelling and grammar, and maybe even write more detail, but don't expect it :/ A mark of true laziness. This story can't possibly be more than 3000 words long. I haven't played Phantom Brave in soooo long . Okay, anywayyss, onward to story-ness! What was that you were saying about your spelling improving? After much convincing, Ash talked Jasmine into talking to Dr. Chang, the counselor. She was still very reluctant, feeling a lot of hate for the stranger, but Ash insisted that she needed this and that it might make her feel better. Jasmine felt otherwise. She thought that talking about her mother and her death, would only upset her farther, seeing as though she had just stopped crying. "Okay, Jasmine, how do you fell right now?" Dr. Chang asked, after Jasmine's late mothers doctor and her father and his brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate left the room. "Isn't it obvious?" Jasmine said, in a murmur, her voice catching at the end. "Just tell me the emotions you are feeling. Some aren't as obvious as you may think." Dr. Chang replies, trying not to anger Jasmine, who had already screamed at her looked down at her shoes, sighing a little. She had honestly wanted to stay in Phantom form, but Ash had reminded her that Dr. Chang wouldn't have been able to see her, if that were the case. "I..." she gripped her shirt, "I feel alone. Upset. Depressed. Angry. Disgusted. Frustrated. Confused." Jasmine said, her eyes closed as if sorting out those emotions. Spell it out out out out. Caramello. Obscurity bonus! Dr. Chang nodded. "Those emotions sound about right." she said, making Jasmine look up. "Please, explain to me why you feel these emotions." Jasmine sighed, as if ticked off at Dr. Chang. Isn't that obvious also, you dipstick? Jasmine thought, feeling ready to punch something. She dare not argue though, because Dr. Chang would just say something sophisticated to outwit her again. "I fel alone, because... The author lied about her spelling improving. I won't have my mom there to tickle me anymore when I'm sad... I'm upset and depressed because I really... I really didn't wanna say goodbye yet. Angry that she had to leave, that God wouldn't let her stay longer. Disgusted that I am having to go through all this. Frustrating that I have to answer all of your questions. Confused... I don't know what is going to happen next." Dr. Chang nodded again. She looked at Jasmine, with a very serious look. "At least you are able to harness these emotions and identify why you feel them. That is something a lot of people in your situation cannot do." Jasmine rolled her eyes. "What next?" Dr. Chang sighed, and continued with the questions, "Do you feel like hurting yourself?" Jasmine's face twisted in disgust. "And hurt my father? No way." "I mean, he is a prick who infected my mother with cancer and then lied to me about it for months, possibly years, but..." "Do you feel like hurting others?" she asked. "That wall." Jasmine pointed behind Dr. Chang. "Do you want to die?" A little too on-the-nose, doc. "I can't." Jasmine replied. She wasn't too worried about Dr. Chang knowing about her being half-Phantom, because everyone knew in Iviory. And as half-Phantom, she couldn't really die. She could half die, but the remanance would stay, and she would just suffer even more. Which I might be able to empathize with if this were given any actual attention in the narrative! "Oh that's right." Dr. Chang smiled at her mistake of forgetting that detail. "You still shouldn't be smiling." Jasmine said, in a hateful voice. "You're right." Dr. Chang became serious again. "Well, now that we know you aren't going to become psychotic, Boy, she's about as subtle as a brick to the head, isn't she? what is on your mind? What do you like to do?" "I'm really sorry that this has happened, Ash. We tried the best we could." the doctor said to Ash, almost as if begging for forgiveness. We're on the last chapter and this guy's still gone nameless, yet we know the psychologist's name as soon as she's introduced? Ash sighed, and uncrossed his arms, "It's not your fault. I really should've been more avid to Marona about chemo treatment. Even so... She was always more supportive of organic means of healing." he sighed, thinking back on Marono MaronO? How do you make a mistake like that?! when she has first been told about her cancer. Is this story going to turn into a soapbox about homeopathic medicine and faith healing? It's been going in that direction for a while. "Ash, I don't want to get that. My hair will fall out, and I'll look sicker then ever! No way we will be able to hide it from Jazzi." Marona pouted, her lower lip sticking out slightly. "Marona, you know that it would more then likely help. It might even heal you." Ash retorted, hoping to get her to change her mind. Marona shook her head, and looked at herself in her mirror. "God will choose for me. He will decide if I am to live or die. You really can't argue with God." Marona smiled then looked over her shoulder at Ash. Yep, it sure is. Oh boy. I'm against relying on miracle cures as much as any rational person, but do you really need an extreme setup like this to make your point? Not only that, but you choose a sweet and innocent character like Marona from Phantom Brave to be the martyr of your story? That's... pretty fucking cold, author. "And even if I die, you will have wonderful memories of us, and Jasmine. So it's okay." She smiled at him. Ash nearly teared up again, thinking of that. What exactly was Marona thinking when she was looking at herself? Maybe she was thinking that he wouldn't love her anymore if she was to become bald. Or he would judge her harshly because of her frail pale appearance. But he never would've. Why would he even think she would think that? She knew that he loved her through and through. "I sure hope that Jasmine will be able to deal with all of this." the doctor said, a frown painted on his face. "I will try to console her through it... I just hope she doesn't think to... Follow Marona." that was the best way he could word it. Shoehorn possible thoughts of suicide into this story too. Why not. She was a half-phantom being, she couldn't truely die, because she was half dead. She wouldn't be able to 'follow' Marona, even if that were her last wish. It was merely impossible. Try "simply", it fits a lot better in that context. Sorry, it's not the best, but here it is 3:40 AM and I need to get up for school in the morning, at 7 AM... This should turn out well. Anyway, I hope that this crappy chapter (That is to kinda get myself back in the swing) is good enough. I'm sorry for bad quality. ~~Bri This is the last chapter on the list, so it would appear that this story got too depressing even for her to continue. Quite fortunate for us, because I honestly can't stand any more tragedy shoehorned into a relatively light-hearted adventure-RPG. You know, this story might not have been half-bad if it had any genuine characterization, decent spelling, grammar and prose, less squick factor (Marona's guardian knocks her up AND infects her with cancer? seriously?), better pacing, and any understanding of how human disease works. It'd still be bitter and depressing, but it could actually work as an interesting character study if it was done right. As is, it's just annoying to read, impossible to take seriously, and the whole thing is just completely mean-spirited because it doesn't gel with the game the story is based on at all. Phantom Brave is a mostly light-hearted story about kindness and friendship in the face of discrimination and you choose to put statutory rape and cancer in there? Seriously? Now if you'll excuse me, I think I need something to help me forget that this even exists. Pass me a shot of the good stuff, Edgy. ![]() rawks § rad comments, dogg.
In retrospect, I should have read all of this story before I started riffing on it. Yeeuch.
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Chapter 7: Pain of the Doubt
Pain of the redundant. Ash hung up the phone and went back to Jasmine. "Come on." Ash said. "I don't want to leave her." Jasmine whispered. "She's gone, there's nothing more we can do. Come on. We're going to the doctor's office. Everything is going to be okay." Ash said. I doubt she wants to hear that after all the times her mother went there and came back "feeling okay". ...Nope, still not dropping that. "Nothing's okay. Mom's gone. I want to be with her." Jasmine said. "Don't say that, just come with me." Ash said, before picking Jasmine up. Jasmine just sat in his arms, lifeless. She had tears running down her face, and she wimpered. "Jasmine?" Ash said. Jasmine gave no response. Her face was paler then usual, and the tears were making her face sparkle. Ash carefully carried her to their car. He put her in the front seat. Then he went around to the drivers side, and started the car. It's important that we read every detail of this scene, guys. There will be a quiz. He drove himself and Jasmine to the Doctor's. Jasmine sat there blankly staring out the window. When they got there, Ash carefully carried Jasmine inside. "Hey, you know us." he said, to the nurse before walking to the doctor's room. "We're here." He sat Jasmine on the examen table, Another nonexistant word. where she curled up into a ball and started weeping silently. "Hello." the doctor walked over to Jasmine and took her heart rate. "What are you doing?" Ash asked. "Checking to see if she's in shock. Um, I think she might need more then consuling. Her heart rate is to fast for her color. I think she might be going into shock." the doctor said. You're confusing circulatory shock with emotional shock. That's just... wow. "Well, don't you think bringing her where she was told that her mother was dying a bit of a bad idea?" Ash said. You're the one who brought her here, genius! "Well, we can have the consulor go to your house after this, but for now, until Marona's body is moved, she can't go home." the doctor said. "Okay, we'll do that." The doctor carefully whispered to Jasmine for a minute, and she finally responded. Her face was an odd expression, and she talked quietly, her lips hardly moving. "Okay." Ash heard Jasmine say. "Okay, Jasmine said that it's okay for us to have the consuling here first." the doctor smiled, then started out of the room. "Where are you going?" Jasmine said, in a broken sounding voice. To Mars! "I'm going to go get the consulor. I'll be back in a moment. Don't worry, your father's here." The doctor smiled, before leaving the room. Ash walked over to Jasmine and grabbed her hand. "Jasmine. It's okay to be sad. I am too. She was your mother, my wife. Don't worry about hiding your sadness, there's no need." Jasmine hugged her father and cried. "Why'd this happen, daddy?" she murmured into his chest. "Why must this happen to us?" she asked, tears pouring out of her eyes, making streams of tears on her face. "I don't know, Jazzi. I wish I did." Ash said, holding his daughter close to him. If the previous chapters are any indication, this whole thing is pretty much entirely your fault, sir. He felt his own tears torture his eyes. You could say they were getting WATERboarded. *SLAP* ...I deserved that. The doctor came back through the room, a short Asian girl following afterward. "Hello, Jasmine, I'm and I'm going to be your consular. Okay?" she said, smiling at Jasmine. "How can you be smiling knowing that me and my father just lost my mom?" Jasmine nearly hissed, her face red, and tears running down her cheeks. "I'm sorry. In Veldime, we're accustom to smile and bow. I guess that's not the same in Iviory?" It's "Ivoire." and "accustomed." she asked, softly, a blush coming across her face. "Not when a family member just died..." Jasmine said, turning to her father and beginning to cry again. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to upset you any more..." Dr. Chang said, softly. "Whatever. I don't need you. All I need is to be with my dad." Jasmine said. She moved closer to Ash and looked at the consular. "Dr. Chang, I'm sorry about Jasmine. She has always been closed off to the world, her whole life, and so she's not used to being around anyone other then me or...Marona." he had to work to get Marona's name out, but managed after a little studder. "She's just scared." "No, I don't like this lady. I don't think she knows what it feels like to lose a family member." Jasmine said, in a growl. She hugged her father close when Dr. Chang came a little closer. "Jasmine, I've gone through more family deaths then you can think of. I could make a pretty tasteless joke here, but I won't. I know what you're feeling. Just talk to me." Dr. Chang said, softly. "I don't wanna." Jasmine said, frowning a little. ...What? You're just stopping here, of all places? ![]() rawks § rad comments, dogg.
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Chapter 6: Saying Goodbye
We're finally ending this depressing mess? Good, good. "What? What do you want to tell us?" Ash asked, his voice quiet, he had been crying to. "Goodbye. I want a proper goodbye in before I die. I think it's only nessisary." Marona said, quietly, her voice giving way. "Well, I guess it is goodbye. What are you going to do? Go off and die? And not even try to be with us until the end?" Jasmine said, her voice sounded hurt, broken. I don't like where this is going. "What I plan to do, so it will be less painful for me, is to overdose on my pain shot. All I'll do is go to sleep and never wake up. I'd rather die that way then cough all of my blood up, and die of animia. Just stop with the medical jargon. Please. It's painfully obvious you have no idea what you're talking about. That is to painful, and I don't want to leave you with the mess. You guys can be in there holding my hands until it's my time, but I don't want you to be in there while I shoot the meds up. I'll tell you guys when you can come in." Marona said, her voice cracking every once in a while, but she was fighting to die strong. "Okay, Mom. I agree with that plan." Jasmine said, flickering back to human so she can hold her mom. Ash confined himself then walked up to Marona, then hugged her tight. "I'll miss you, you know that right?" he said. "Yeah, I know, but I have to do this, if I don't want to die painfully." Marona said, into his ear. "I love you." he whispered, pain heard in his voice. I hate to admit it, but this is kind of touching. ."I love you forever. Even when I'm gone." Marona whispered. She let herself detach from the hug. She signaled for them to follow her to her room. "You guys wait out here, I'll call you when I'm done shooting up." she said, quietly. That just sounds bad. She went into her room, and closed the door. She went to her meds draw and grabbed about four syringes. She climbed into bed and stuck the nettle into her arm and pushed the meds into her bloodstream. She did it three more times, then called them in. "I'm ready for you guys to come in." she said, her voice weak. Ash walked in first and took her right hand, squeezing it tightly. Jasmine walked in after him and took her left hand and held it delicately. She wept silently, as she felt Marona's heart slow. Marona felt herself getting greatly tired. She let the darkness of death come over her. Her head fell to the side, facing Ash. She slowly felt her lings stop, the pain fading. She couldn't move her limbs, or open her eyes. She just lie there. So this is death. Suffering, then it all stops. Jasmine brook out in tears, flickering to phantom and staying, for the last time being human. The mechanics of this story element still mystify me. Ash carefully let go of Marona's hand, seeing the absentness in her face. He went and mourned with Jasmine. The pain was too much. He held Jasmine for a little while, maybe thirty minutes, before thinking to call the poor doctor. "Sorry, Jasmine, I have to call the doctor, and someone to come get her, we can't bury her on the island. We'll give her a good funeral, bury her with her parents, On the Island of Evil? That seems unwise. and then come home, and clean her room. I really am sorry." Ash said, before letting go of Jasmine, who was shaking because she was crying so hard. Ash left the room, and dialed the doctors number. "Hello?" he heard the doctor's voice. "She's gone." he said, quietly. "I'm so sorry. She wasn't supposed to die this early, but it seams that God had a place up there for her, and he really wanted her." the doctor said. "She didn't die because of the cancer. She didn't want to make a mess with her coughing up blood, so she overdosed herself with the pain meds." Ash said, in a depressed voice. I don't think he needed to know what detail. "Well, I can understand that, not wanting to forse you guys to clean up after her. She just wanted to go peacefully." the doctor said. "That's what she said. Coughing to death didn't seam like the ideal death, but overdosing was calmer, less painful, so she chose that. Tommy Wiseau would be proud of this dialog. It was really hard on Jasmine though. She's still in there, crying over Marona." Ash said, breaking out in another burst of tears. "It's okay. She went in peace, that's all I can think. I'll send someone to get the body. Are you having a funeral?" the doctor asked. Nah, we were just going to toss her to the wolves. "Yes. I want Marona to be buried by her parents. She deserves it." Ash said. "And I think that Jasmine might need a consulor after all of this. I'll pay for it for you. I know you guys don't have a lot of money. I'll also help with the funeral if you need it." the doctor said. "No, no that's okay. I know you must have a family to take care of, I don't want you to spend your paycheck on us." Ash said. "I don't have a family. They died in a plaincrash about 3 years ago. Right before I was Marona's doctor." the doctor said. Oh lord. Shoehorn another tragedy in there, would ya? I don't think we have enough yet. "So, please, let me help. Marona's part of my family as she is yours." "Thank you very much. I can hear Jasmine crying from the kitchen. Can you get an emergancy consulor? Jasmine is just so broken right now. And we need the people that get Marona's body to." Ash said. Yes, that was kind of implied already. "I can get a consulor, and the abulance. Though the consulor is up here, can you be here, so Jasmine doesn't have to watch them take her mother away. That could put her in shock." "I'll bring, when?" "While I'm on the phone, can I make an appointment? I seem to be having more and more trouble speaking English." "When we get off the phone, I'll get the consulor from upstairs, she almost always free." With Marona's death, all coherent conversation departed this mortal coil as well. "Thank you." ![]() rawks § rad comments, dogg.
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Chapter 5: Bloody
Bloody hell, it just keeps going. Marona woke up, Jasmine absent for her stomach, and Ash not in the room. She carefully sat up and looked around. She got up, out of bed, and into her wheelchair. She couldn't put the chest strap on. She wheeled herself out of her room and into the kitchen. She found both Ash and Jasmine siting at the kitchen table, heads bowed, no talking. There was an uncomfortable silence between the two. "Is there a problem?" Marona asked, not noticing that her voice was raspy and quiet, like she had just had a bad cough attack. "Um, yes. Marona, did you know that this morning when I came into your room, there was blood on your pillow?" Ash said. "No. Why was there blood on my pillow?" Marona said. "You coughed it up." Jasmine whispered. "God..." Marona said, hiding her face into her hands. "I am truely dying." she whispered. This case of movie cancer seems to be playing by its own rules. "We called the doctor and told him. He said that you might, at the most, have 24 hours." Ash said. "The cancer is growing faster then they thought." "The author couldn't wait, so we're moving up the timetable." "No... I can't only have 24 hours... that's not enough time..." Marona started crying. She coughed into her sleeve. She then looked at her sleeve. There was splattered blood. "I can't take it." she wheeled herself out of the room, crying. She went to take a long bath. Jasmine started crying again, hiding her face into her arms. Ash went to comfort her. "It's okay. It's okay." he repeated, knowing he was lying straight to her face. Ain't the worst thing you've lied about. ...No, I'm not going to let that go. It's perverse. You have to be pretty fucking depraved to hide a terminal illness from somebody you care about. Jasmine cried harder. She flickered to phantom and stayed that way, knowing that there was no point being human any longer. Her live self was Marona. And Marona was dying, today. There was no point. Um... what? This bit of angst ruined by not making any comprehensible sense. Ashed hugged her. "Why?" he asked her why she was staying phantom. "Personal reasons." Jasmine said, in a depressed voice. "I can't take this." she whispered, pulling her knees up to her chest and bowing her head, relaxing it on her knees. "I understand. It hurts a lot." Ash said, hugging Jasmine. "You know that Marona didn't want this. If it was up to her, we'd all be out doing our chormaing thing and none of this cancer would be here." "I know. But it wasn't her choice." Jasmine whispered. ~~Marona~~ Marona sat in the scolding hot water relaxing. "Being dead within the day isn't quick enough. Boil her to death, quick!" I'm going to be a bit kinder and chalk this up to not knowing what "scalding" is. She needed the time. Some time to think, to decide how to say goodbye. It will be depressing, and painful, but she won't die without a goodbye. She had coughed enough while in the tub that the water was a pale translusent pink. She had no clue how dying worked, or why. She was only 27 years old, not old enough to die, not yet. There was so much she wanted to do, to see. She didn't want to see Jasmine graduate 8th grade, she wanted to see her graduate college. She didn't want to be there just when Jasmine got married, she wanted to be there when she had her first child, with her first and only husband. Definitely Catholic. Marona sighed, a cough hanging on afterwards. She got out of the steaming water, and decided to face her fears. Saying goodbye. She put on a pair of sweat pants, and a lousy T-shirt. She was crucified and all she got was that. She took a wash cloth with her, so she wouldn't get blood on her clothes. She closed her eyes. Forget the wheelchair. What had it done? Not like just because of it, she lived a whole day more. No way. She walked into the dining room, tears rolling down her face, as she noticed Jasmine siting there, transparent, masscara streeking her cheeks. "Jasmine, Ash. I have something to say." she said, her voise still raspy, paining to talk. I killed your baby today. Doesn't matter much to me, as long as it's dead! ![]() rawks § rad comments, dogg.
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Chapter 4: Movies
Can we play out our last scene already? "Why, Ash?" Marona pouted. "I wanna go outside." Because you're deathly ill, perhaps? "Marona, you're starting to sound like a kid." Ash said, setting up the TV. "I am just an overgrown kid. Not like I really have any adult experieces but having a kid. I'm just like an overgrown 14-year-old." Marona said. A delightful role model for her daughter. "Marona, look at me. I'm doing this for your good. Do you want to see Jasmine graduate from 8th to 9th grade? Then listen to me when I say it's better to stay in bed. This graduation is conveniently timed, I must say. I'm sorry that it bothers you that you can't go outside. The most I can do is open the windows for you." Ash said. "Well, then fine. Please open the windows for me." Marona said. "Okay." Ash quickly finished up hooking up the TV, then ran to get the windows open. He finished that, then rushed to get a stack of movies. He randomly put one in the small DVD player, then grabbed the remote, and went to curl up with Marona. Marona had Jasmine resting on her stomach, then Ash came and sat by her, taking her hand into his, and gripped it. She could tell that the grip was from worry, and it hurt her, not physically, but mentally, and she didn't like it but she knew that if she shook him off, it would bother him. Jasmine wasn't watching the movie. John Travolta's hammy acting was just too much for her. And don't even get me started on that Barry Pepper. "My parents are DEMONS, they're MONSTERS, they're BEASTS! ROAARRR!" She was too focused on her mother's pained breathing. She listened, hearing every slight whimper in pain as she toke in oxygen. I've said it before, but it can't hurt to repeat it: Proofreading and spell-checking go a very long way. Jasmine sighed, hating that her mother was pained by the common breath, when Jasmine had unlimited breaths freely. That's... probably the worst way you could have worded that. She hated it. She could also hold her breath and live perfectly fine, because of her half phantom side, and she wished her mother had the same thing. Marona started petting Jasmine, absent mindedly. She wished that she could just die, and come back as a phantom, though Ash said that that was impossible, because this was her phantom life, because she had phantom in her. "We're going to kill off an innocent little girl if it's the last thing we do, men!" it was wrong to do this to Ash and Jasmine. They were both going to live for another wolrd of time, with the pain that she's gone. It was cruel. Ash wasn't paying any attention to the movie either. They'd just moved on to the cow-shooting scene. Oh lord, was it stupid. He was thinking about how the family would do without Marona. Marona was the supporter of the family, the humor of the family. They needed her to stay happy, right? She was always cheering us up, even in the most depressing times, and her selflessness helped. She hated to see people sad, so did that mean that they would have to pretend to be happy as Marona's death crept closer by the meer second? No, that might hurt her, to see how happy they would be without her. So, were they suposed to be depressed, and let it rub off on Marona's good mood? Does her life have to end? I can't help but feel this fanfic is trying to push some personal agenda of the author's. Jasmine started drifting into a sleep because she had started listening to Marona's heart beating and it caused her to get started quietly snoring, curled up next to her mother, her head on her mom's stomach. Marona was in a calm sleep already, snoring so quietly it sounded like it was just like her breathing. She moved a bit as she coughed. It wasn't a cough attack, it was just from her moving. Ash leaned over to look at Marona's face, after she coughed. Her face was pale and she looked unatural. He carefully got up, and carefully unintertwined his hand from hers. "Unintertwined." Not a word. He went and got a wash cloth and got it wet, wrung it out a bit, then walked back into the room and put it on Marona's forehead. He carefully turned her so she was on her back again, knowing that it was more comfortable that way. He kissed her, feeling how hot she was. "I'm sorry this is happening." Ash whispered into her ear. ![]() rawks § rad comments, dogg.
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