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I think dealing with those two must've sped up his aging, lmao. He's just so cute and youthful here. Ah yes, the infamous adult's intuition. Coming straight from a man that doubts his decisions on a frequent basis, but also always knows more than he lets on.

Also, please, Mori-sensei, fix your posture, we can only have one scoliosis-felled person in this house, and it is I. Hm...Mori in a corset... now that's a mental image I shall ponder over for at least a few hours.

Ah, I don't wish for this weekend to end, but alas. Hey, at least I finished writing about my oc Dante, and will post it, hopefully, on my break tomorrow. Today's been quite a productive day. If you consider sleeping for fourteen hours productive, that is. Which I do. Finally made up for all the lost sleep throughout past week.

Also wrote up Chesterton, so my Mori injections should return to a more stable schedule. The past week had been quite hectic (as this one will be, no doubt), but hey, at least I get paid.

It did occur to me, that I foolishly didn't mention any of my Oc's ages nor appearances, but I think I shall mention them in Chesterton's post. Since it will wrap up the leaders of the seven virtues anyway. There's still their allies, but I wonder if I should cover the main OCs first, and go through the side characters after. I'm kind of impatient to speak on my Charles Baudelaire Oc, so I will probably cover the side characters later on.

Also, when it comes to oc x canon, I'm still not certain whether or not to have it included in the seven virtues arc storyline, or if I wish to keep it as an au sort of thing. I suppose we shall see. It is kind of funny to me how Charles and Mori are a bit of a cliche, what with the old mafia boss and his youthful advisor and whatnot. Although in their case the painfully slow build up, perhaps, makes up for it. Might flesh it all out a tad, once I get to him.

Anyway, have a good night/evening!

Yay, It's finally friday where I'm at, I can soon rest and write freely for two whole days. Will wrap up the seven virtues ocs and later on, start up the mafia and ada allied ones. Finally I will yap about Baudelaire. Then I'll do the secondary character cast afterwards. Can't wait.

Mori is so dorky at times, I just want to stash him away like a hamster. His ridiculous speeches in battle, his ditzy fake persona when he's playing a civilian role. His genuinely childish shenanigans and whining are so precious to me 🫀. My port mafia boss can't be this cute.

Somebody better feed him, pamper him, squish him, tuck this man to bed and kiss him goodnight. And that someone better be either me, or my oc, Baudelaire.

Have a good night/evening!

I'll try to sleep. But uh...probably will only get four hours in, if I'm lucky. Oh well.

He always has to be doing something with his hands. Really makes me think it's a nervous habit or some type of grounding mechanism for him. I'm not complaining though, yummy surgeon hands... Call me Yoshikage Kira with how I'd queen this killer.

Sigh, once again I am working like a mule and have no time to write or properly rest. The deadlines are tight, and I have to make all of the moodboard pages for the catalogue that my team is making, for every product collection. And work on a merchbook. And make the banners. And do a thousand little side quests of a 'omg can you makd a greeting card for our clients and fix 20 packaging defects". Sigh. Being a graphic designer is suffering. I couldn't find my favorite bread at the bakery that I frequent either, it's so over 🥀

Dante shall be cooked another day, I need to unwind as of this moment. He deserves better attention than my achy sleepy brain can currently provide. I still think him going into a Purgatorio state of his 'ascension' program via becoming an ability-derived lifeform that took the name Virgil to be a banger on my part though. Hngh. i wanna write about him so bad, but I need to sleep!!! I hate being an adult with responsibilities 😭

He looked so good in Gaiden, gods, the things that I would do to this man would get me sent straight to the second circle of hell.

I wanted to finish writing up info on my Dante Alighieri oc today, but a game I used to play daily had just cancelled a love interest that I was really looking forward too, and my currently hormonal self is unironically too distraught to write at the moment. And Dante deserves a clear mind writing him out. My take on the whole Inferno, Paradiso and Purgatorio thing involves not just his ability, but rather, his own state of being. He does 'ascend' to a state of a mostly sentient and coherent + communicative singularity, after all.

And after him, Chesterton. But I won't stop with the seven virtues, since, well, there are some of their secondary allies (Jorge Luis Borges, Maurice Renard, William Blake), and several mafia or ada-affiliated ocs (Franz Kafka, Kobo Abe, Charles Baudelaire, Anatole France, Marcel Proust, Renee Vivien, Dorothy L. Sayers, Theodore de Banville and George Eliot). So yeah...I am a bit too obsessed with this series.

Hopefully, I will post on Dante tomorrow. But for now...small tomodachi updates.

Kunikida and Katai got married! Woo, thank gods I didn't fail their minigame. Dazai sang at their wedding, which was positively hilarious.

Oda and Dazai fought and nearly tore their friendship apart 😭. It took me ten miis!!! To calm one of them down successfully. Thankfully, they've made up.

HiguGin still don't want to have a baby... but guess who did. Mori and my oc Charles, lmao. That's their second child on this island. So far, only they and SKK have produced multiple offspring. Speaking of which, skk had a second baby as well. Welcome aboard, Marcel Proust and Kobo Abe.Anatole France is up next.

I've also made the DoA guys and the hunting dogs, so if all goes well, I will post a character update this sunday. Yippie.

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Credit to u/Annual-Thought3387.

Reddit kept failing to upload my posts, trying again :/

Listen, this panel lives rent-free inside my head. The fact that Fukuzawa was like "weird...but okay" is frying me. We need more Mori in dresses, methinks. They just suit him so well.

Had skipped a couple of days due to work, and then household upkeep, spent the whole of yesterday assembling furniture on my lonesome, and had almost gone insane, but now I have a shelf and a proper desk, yippie. My previous one was too flimsy and was precariously bent in the middle... oh well, it's gone now

Now, onto oc posting. Possibly my favorite member of the seven virtues (my oc antagonist organization). Goethe. But not Johann, no. Well, kind of him as well later on, but also not quite. Ah, the joys of ability-derived lifeforms and defacto immortality of soul and its metamorphosis and inheritance. Let us dive in.

Julius August Walther von Goethe. The son of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, and head of the Friday branch of the seven virtues.

Throughout most of his life, August had struggled to thrive in his father's shadow. His father was a powerful ability user, one of the transcendents, who had, throughout most of his life, found nothing but success in his work. Both in his literary proclivities, and his scientific research on abilities.

August, as such, was almost expected to follow his father's footsteps. His father was especially concerned with August's apparent stagnation in life, and as such, had taken him on as his personal assistant and advisor, making him more involved in his work, treating it as defacto training, in a sense. August posessed no ability, however, and, while he was devoted to his family, couldn't help the resentment his father's continuous enmeshment and suffocating guidance had wrought upon his life. He had a complicated relationship with his father, at times more coldly professional than familial.

As his agent and secretary, August found himself more on the most dull side of Johann's work. He was in a subservient role, always ensuring his father's requests were fulfilled, that his name stayed clear of slander, his conduct and budgeting always immaculate. He was good at his administrative work, but kept wishing for more. Unfortunately, most of his desires and ideas were dismissed in favor of maintaining his father's success. August's work would be constantly overshadowed by that of his father, receiving little attention or funding, making him give up on his own pursuits completely as the great war approached.

When the infamous fight between his father, Hugo and Shakespeare had transpired, the carnage the three left behind was nothing short of a devastation. His father had gone missing in the aftermath, leaving August to pick up the pieces. His father's reputation had been irrevocably tarnished, the family name and his person receiving massive vitriol. He himself had been barred from any research work, seeing as he had always been perceived as a collaborator. He had been investigated and almost sentenced for aiding his father in that conflict, but August managed to disappear, leaving behind the luxury of his comfortable estate, carrying with him only the archival documents on his father's research.

The truth behind his father's fate came clear to him when he had evidently inherited his father's ability. He could never quite understand how exactly it worked, the ability seemingly having a mind of its own, mainly manifesting to protect him from any threat that came his way. In their research, August and his father did stumble upon the phenomenon of inherited abilities, and it seemed like Johann had actually ensured to pass his down to his own son. Yet another legacy for August to carry.

August possessed little control over said ability, and couldn't quite understand its mechanism in full. His father kept it secret from him in his youth, as if it were something terrible, but it evidently aided his father in their work. Still, with his father now gone, and August in hiding, he sought out for a way to make a name for himself. He took on a moniker Faustus, and had entered the underworld as a disgraced researcher, turning to Thomas Mann for aid, who had been quite close to his father, and seemingly in support of him, even after the transcendents incident.

Thomas Mann had provided him with some aid for his research, making him his personal assistant, and August found himself, yet again, in a more subservient role than he would've liked. Still, he could finally pursue his work on ability-derived lifeforms, something his father had entertained before his untimely demise, and August was determined to not only find success in this work, but perhaps transcend it. He aimed to discover a way for an ability user to survive the process, theorizing that using cloned vessels and slow, controlled acceleration of an ability would allow for it to be tricked into moving from the original host body to a clone, as it gained self-awareness.

His relationship with Mann grew rocky with time, the resentment of being overshadowed yet again eating away at the young man, who kept feeling himself limited and his ambitions stifled, and when he was approached by a man under the name of Dante, who seemed to show interest in his work, he had latched onto that validation like one does to a lifeline.

Initially, Dante suggested a collaboration, researching singularities himself, something which August had always deemed curious, yet impossibly dangerous. Still, hoping to grow independent from Mann's influence, he agreed to the said collaboration, and entered the seven virtues as Dante's partner at first. With time, his own work on ability-derived lifeforms received recognition, and he was given his own branch and resources. Finally, August was in charge of his own work, recognized for his own successes and chastised for his own failures. It was, in truth, the happiest time of his life, to have full agency over his person, and to be recognized for his work.

He stuck to Faustus as his moniker, and after many a failure, had finally discovered a way to slowly expedite an energy of any given ability. The continuous overuse inevitably made it stronger, but to prevent a sudden explosion of energy, aside from regular overuse or amplification, a time-bending ability had been utilized to slow things down when necessary. A rather simple solution, that appeared to look promising. A cloned vessel was sometimes not enough for the ability to latch onto a new vessel, and he experimented with his subjects' host bodies being incomplete to a capacity. Missing limbs, while the cloned vessel remained whole. That showed more promise, although the hosts still passed in the aftermath, albeit already after the ability would move onto another vessel.

August had experienced quite a few successes. His subjects essentially turned into his own assistants, who were held in high regard within the virtues, as they were deemed as ascended. August himself received a lot of recognition, and eventually, he decided to experiment on himself. His father's ability, while at times useful, remained the last shadow of his presence that cast itself onto August's life. He wished to be rid of it, but O'Connor's experiments on severance had never found success, and frankly, he didn't wish to die.

Having used a sample of his father's dna, from a cloned tissue sample his father had created aeons ago, he managed to produce a clone vessel of his father, hoping that his father's ability would recognize its original host and abandon the order it was given, in favor of returning to this vessel. He had also made a vessel of his own, not wishing to take any risks, and got to work.

Dante and De Plancy, along with Stendhal had assisted him, and Stendhal had mentioned a possibility of the ability having enmeshed with both Johann's and August's selves, after the years it spent at August's side. He suggested to create a third vessel, that spliced dna of August and his father in a different way, perhaps removing any of his mother's from the mix, to ensure the vessel remained a pure combination of the two. Essentially wondering if the ability wouldn't wish to occupy its original host body now that it had grown enmeshed with August, or that it wouldn't be tricked into disobedience of it host's order by August's clone. It was a ridiculous idea, but, being cautious, August had worked with Stendhal on the third vessel, as a precaution.

Thankfully, August had succeeded. The ability, just as Stendhal had predicted, had ultimately clung itself onto a spliced vessel, freeing August of the last remnants of his father's influence. However, the ability kept memories of both his father, and his own, and as such, turned into an entirely different person, that wasn't quite his father or himself in anything, a rather uncanny amalgamation of the two, with its own thoughts and opinions, but the same burning ambition the Goethe estate had been known for.

The ability derived lifeform had chosen a name Mephisto for itself, and became August's assistant, a rather ironic turn of events. It acted more akin to a brother, and their relationship was more that of equals. Something that August had never experienced with his father in life. He grew quite attatched, and initially, things seemed to be going remarkably well. Their branch was now successful in their work, casualties dropping to an all-time low, and the ascension process had been properly established.

Wishing to continue on with new discoveries, Mephisto turned to assist in stabilizing the work of Dante, leaving August to upkeep the Friday branch. August himself was content with his work, but Mephisto, perhaps impacted by the remnants of Johann's personality within itself, wished to aim for bigger, greater things. Something that caused a bit of a drift between the two.

Dante's ascension was a complex process broken into several stages. The first step required for him to ascend, using the ability-derived lifeform to then accelerate it further into a singularity. The theory was, in essence, that once an, ability gained sentience first, before turning into a singularity via further acceleration, it would likely maintain some of that sentience, making communication with it possible, as such, rendering it either compliant or at least somewhat agreeable. It was an attempt to perfect the ascension process, allowing ability users to reach the final evolutionary stage. An improvement on August's work.

It was a success. But whatever that thing was, that resulted in this experiment was no longer Dante. August, having at that point witnessed the growing collapse of the organization, the internal strife tearing it apart, was horrified to witness Dante's final form. Yet again, his father's ghost had managed to one up him from beyond the grave. He had initially remained, not exactly wishing to let go of the recognition he himself had found in this organization, but with Milton's passing and Stendhal’s deflection, with Dante clearly not being the man he once knew, he grew wary.

Dante's death, and Mephisto's takeover of the Saturday branch, responsible for singularities, were his final straw. He collaborated with Stendhal, working as a double agent, seemingly playing along with Mephisto and aiding in his ascension. He attempted sabotage. When that failed, he fled, and Mephisto became a bigger problem than Dante. Requiring for August to use his knowledge to effectively ascend Kafka, who had volunteered for the process. Having a time looping ability become a sentient singularity, proved to be quite useful in containing Mephisto's carnage. The devastation of their altercation had been reversed in the aftermath, leaving both Mephisto and Kafka dead.

August took the responsibility for the carnage on himself, effectively allowing the mafia and ada to avoid getting caught up in the mess, and he had been imprisoned in meursault, despite no longer having an ability, only to be secretly recruited as a researcher for European ability weapon projects. His current fate and location is unknown.

He looks beautiful in the dead apple manga. Probably my favorite take on him, the right combination of soft grace, stress and age, and power.

Yet again I had fallen asleep right after returning from work, so a bit late today, my apologies. But I do come bearing a gift of oc lore. Finally, lmao.

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John Milton, head of the Thursday branch of my oc enemy organization, the seven virtues, responsible for the research of the origin of abilities and their creation.

He is a remarkably calm man, a warm, seemingly safe presence, that values peace and order above most things. A quiet archivist, a gentle scholar. He was raised in an orphanage himself, aging our of the system, most adopters finding his seemingly emotionless demeanor unsettling. He grew up to follow a certain orphanage worker's footsteps, a retiree who had a long-running academic career, sharing his work with Milton as he asked many a question.

Milton pursued theological studies, working in the archives, sorting out anything which hasn't been yet sorted. He was a published author, and is well-known in his field. He had uncovered quite a few exceptional rarities, which he used in his work. During the great war, he studied abilities in great detail. And the question of their creation couldn't leave him be.

He was close with Chesterton before the latter's deflection. And was a co-founder of the seven virtues. He never exactly collaborated with the other branches, only transferring some of his subjects, the ones that were fallen, having broken his commandments, to Stendhal, seeing him as the most reliable and least violent of the Virtues. Some he sent over to Chesterton, for administrative work. He did not enjoy witnessing the consequences of his own ability, sending the fallen ones away. There was only one exception, Theodore de Banville, who was quite close to him, before he aided the escape of Charles Baudelaire. The young man was on the death's door in the aftermath. Theo was sent to O'Connor for his recovery, seeing as she was experienced with bringing people back from the brink of death. That is a decision Milton regrets to this day.

Ability: Paradise lost. Conditional reality-warp.

Milton can impose one divine prohibition onto a person, group, object, building, battlefield, or even an organization. The rule must be simple and understandable in how its formulated.

At first, nothing visibly changes. The world still obeys normal physics. But once someone knowingly violates the prohibition, reality initiates The Fall. It does not instantly kill them, it makes the violation become the origin point of disaster. Their own action becomes the first domino in a catastrophic chain of consequences, marking the target for surefire failure.

For example, if Milton says “Do not fire at me,” and the target shoots, the bullet may still travel normally, but that shot plants the seed of their defeat. The recoil breaks their stance, the muzzle flash reveals their position, their ally misreads the signal, their escape route collapses, their weapon jams at the worst possible moment.

The fall initiates a series of events that dooms the rebellious rule-braker to fail in their pursuit. It's not exactly a combatative ability, it turns choice and its consequences into a weapon. Disobedience is the beginning of ruin.

The danger of it lies in scaling. A commandment aimed at a subordinate would only affect them when broken. Aim one at an organization, and the whole structure of it would collapse if Milton's rules are ignored. Aim a commandment at a government, and you get a coup, a war, a revolution, public unrest, an economic collapse.

Aim one at the world, and, in theory, it could bring forth the trumpets by the end of it.

It is a mercy that he uses it rarely, and with great care. Out of most Virtues, save for Dante, his ability is the most dangerous in its potential. Only held back by the nature of the man wielding it

There is no way out of the fall once it's active. It only ends when the consequences for the broken rule are lived through in full. The only way to avoid it is to obey any rules Milton had set in place.

The fall is gradual in its growth and it is connected closely to whatever rule that's been broken. One cannot break the rule of no blinking and get hit with a meteor. No, they get dry eyes, their vision worsens, they may lose eyesight altogether.

It does have weaknesses. The commandments must be understood and known by the target. After all, one cannot be blamed for breaking a rule they weren't aware of.

The violation must be voluntary. If one is coaxed into breaking a commandment, the fall does nkt activate. The rebellion must come from the heart.

Milton has no control over the fall or its intricacies. He can also only utilize one major commandment at once. He may switch from one to the other, but only one can stay active at a time.

The consequence is causally connected to the rule that was broken. It scales in volume based on the severi and scale of the rule and who it is addressed to.

He does not condemn his enemies, he simply chooses laws they will inevitably choose to break.

Milton pursues the answer to the mystery of abilities' origin. The solution to ability creation. He has a substantial library, collecting thousands of ancient texts mentioning the unexplained ability-related phenomena.

Any glitch in the ability caused by the other branches ends up here. Milton studies abilities and how they resct to stimuly and the world. He attempts to define them, measure them, see how they react under different conditions.

He aims to create his own original ability from scratch. The act of creation does bring one closer to God, after all.

His facilities are thus orphanages in their nature. Children there are raised to join the search, or to become the subjects. It depends on their abilities, rheir own demeanor, and how well they fall into the fold. The few that are unfit get transferred to other branches. The rest stay.

The children are raised seemingly well. They have proper schooling, a routine, extracurriculars, entertainment. The gardens are well-tended to, and the space is almost overgrown with flowers. The subjects have their own dorm-like spaces, some have their own private bedrooms. It's more like an onboarding school or a unie than a laboratory. At least, upon the first glance. A few times a week they do undergo rigorous testing.

Their abilities are strictly observed, pushed and pulled to their limits. The kids are made to interact with one another, to monitor the way their abilities react to emotional stimuli, to see how abilities react to one another. Everything is controlled and measured. Pairs and groups are formed with purpose. So is isolation. Leftover ability residue is analyzed thoroughly and monitored.

When it comes to creation experiments, they are a bit unorthodox. Manipulation of energy combined with the manipulation of consciousness from a host body. An attempt to intertwine the two, experiments such as this are set in highly charged post testing areas with high levels of residual ability energy. There are some zones that are made to house such residue, where the very air feels charged.

He was successful in his creation pursuits. But kept it to himself fo quite awhile. His pet project is another oc of mine, Charles Baudelaire.

In my story, Milton successfully created an ability, housing it within a three year old Charles Baudelaire, who got subjected to intense monitoring. The boy was initially isolated from the others, observed and evaluated. Most researchers kept a distance, due to his ability warping personal perceptions and enhancing existing emotions, which drove a few scientists into taking their own lives. The child remained alone, until Theo, who had shown an interest in Milton's work, sneaked in and stuck around Charles.

Theo was quite close to Milton, seemingly interested in pursuing the same work. He reminded Milton of himself in quite a few ways, and the old man had been more forgiving to him than most.

He did not expect an attempted escape and destruction of an entire wing of the facility.

Theo managed to ensure Charles had made it out, while getting left behind, having to face the music. He was now fallen, near-death, and Milton sent him for revival to O'Connor. Unfortunately, by the time he retrieved Theo, the man had already been rewritten and given a secret task.

he initially attempted to retrieve Charles, tracking him down to the very city Chesterton was already interested in, Yokohama. It wasn't a surprise the young man had fled there, rumors of lab made ability users fleeing there from Europe had been spread far and wide. Thursday had partaken in many an interception attempt, ultimately sending Theo to collect him, which failed, ending in Theo's death.

He decided to leave Charles be then. Focusing on the virtues work, and settling for occasional monitoring, partaking in some tasks that Chesterton had assigned to the branches. During Chesterton's attempt to collect two time looping ability users that were causing quite a singularity with their ouroborous like conflict in Yokohama, Thursday sent in his men to observe Charles in action. He didn't aim to retrieve him then, just mere observation.

When he switched his focus to the living archive acquisition, thinking to let his creation be, Charles wound up intervening himself. It was clear at this point that the young man had quite a vendetta against Thursday himself, and had most likely now found out about the other branches. You see, the subjects never know of the other branches, not until they get transferred. And the ones that do, are usually kept from speaking about thei previous facility via O'Connors rewriting of self. So Charles had discovered the virtues were much bigger than his branch he was raised in, and saw the organization as a threat to himself, to his new home, and to the world.

Milton found it troubling. But he stuck close to Chesterton, having grown to see him as a brother over the years of their friendship. He aimed to stir him in the right direction and prevent him from going too far in his pursuit of salvation.

Shame he fell victim to his own ability later on, betrayed by the very man he perceived as his own brother.

Up next, Goethe, and Mephisto.

Fell asleep right after work and almost missed the post!

Wah, at least Im somewhat well-rested. This week has been crazy workload-wise thus far

It's ridiculous how much an outfit can change a person, Mori dressed in a lab coat is actually so innocent-looking, almost fragile in a sense, compared to how he looks in his pm attire. That high standing collar and military boots are doing a lot of work in making him look intimidating, huh.

Not much to say today, because I'm too exhausted from work, rip.

But gotta keep the streak rolling. Hopefully today won't be as bad, and I'll have some energy left to actually finish writing about my John Milton OC.

Have a good night y'all

That opening was so pretty.

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I've been wondering about Mori's background as of late. He strikes me as a man who came from a full family, perhaps an only child, living in a home where children were seen, but not heard, left to his own devices most of the time, with his imaginary friend keeping him company.

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Perhaps he came from a long line of doctors, and had been either disowned after the great war, or had cut contact with his family himself after having been court-martialed.

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I could also see him having an older sibling that he wasn't close to, due to a massive gap in age.

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And I wonder if Elise was based off of someone he knew when young. Maybe something terrible had transpired, or maybe she simply left the country, and they've never made contact again. Who knows, but her appearance is quite striking, so I wouldn't be surprised if that were the case.

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Posting edited Oc lore dump, I've cleaned it up a tad, so I hope it's gonna be alright. John Milton is next, I'm lazy today. It's hot as hell out where I'm at. Can't even force myself to cook anything more complex than a sandwich, just want to lazy about in the sun.

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Ive covered Stendhal and Jacques Collin de Plancy, and today am covering Wednesday, Flannery O'Connor, of my oc organization the Seven virtues.

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Born into a family with strong spiritual principles, she grew up in a rural town, and became a spiritual guide councillor in her local community. She later on worked at medical sanatoriums, aimed at helping patients who were mentally struggling, and had always handled her patients with seemingly remarkable care. She frequently handled her patient's labs herself, dedicated to their recovery.

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Her work for the government also resulted in restoring the soldier's minds during the great war, earning her great honors for her contributions. Her reputation was stellar. She had many an admirer and quite of an entourage of devoted followers. On paper, she was a perfect citizen.

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All of her subjects had always made a perfect, almost miraculous recovery, as if done by magic. Or an ability. You see, the truth of her perfect treatment was written in blood and warped mirrors.

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Ability: the wise blood.

Allows her to read the truth of a person and to warp it to her design via direct blood contact.

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Once in contact with a sample, she can clearly sense the subject's true intentions, desires, sins, the core of their being, the fundamental beliefs, all of it, the good and the ugly.

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And she can warp these things to her will. Turn a skeptic into a believer. Make a liar into an honest man. Unlike Stendhal, who approached with chemistry and emotional manipulation, shifting things on a smaller scale, preferring to keep the original person, and simply adding onto their self, with no guarantee that it would stick, she rewrites the core fundamentals of a person's being.

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Most of her targets never find out. She doesn't need to spend time with them for this to work. There is no resistance. A man would fall asleep himself, and awaken as someone else, born anew, and he would be none the wiser. Her changes are permanent, irreversible.

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It does have limits, of course, the departed hold truths, but they cannot be manipulated. The stale plasma provides less clarity and weaker control. She must come into direct contact with it. She cannot change a person twice. She also cannot use her ability on herself. She cannot remove abilities with her skill, only change the host themselves.

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O'Connor saw her actions as a benevolent gift. She took her patient's ills away, she made butchers into docile men, the results spoke for themselves. The methods, to her, mattered little. She thought herself a savior, but the truth is, she did enjoy the power.

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She viewed abilities as a gift from God, as something pure and true by nature. In her eyes, the sinful flesh binding it must therefore be severed from it.

As such, she didn't entirely agree with the seven virtues' pursuit of granting humanity the gift of abilities, for she deemed them unworthy of it. But to turn humans into something greater, to purify them? That, she was in full agreement with. To her, ability derived lifeforms and singularities were a way to purify a host, ridding them from their sin. But these methods were remarkably unstable. Wouldn't it be nice to sever an ability from its host, while finding a way to allow it to exist in a severed, pure state?

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She had seen the rot of humanity, the core of its nature. Thanks to her practice and ability use she had lost faith in humanity, believing them inherently corrupt. She aimed to help purify them of said corruption to the best of her ability. She didn't hate humanity, she pitied it and deemed herself its savior.

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Chesterton had been monitoring O'Connor's work for years. He saw her as a kindred spirit, someone who understood that humanity needed to be changed to be saved.

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So, he approached her himself. They both sought to provide humanity salvation, but where Chesterton aimed to prevent the fall, seeing humanity as mostly pure, just lacking, O'Connor saw humanity as truly wicked, and the wicked were ought to be purified. The Creator gave her an ability for a reason, she wasn't going to waste it.

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Chesterton offered resources, to be a part of said purification. To bring humanity to a higher state of being. She joined, because she believed him, or at least, she believed in his conviction.

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They became close, perhaps the closest of all the Virtues' branch leaders. They shared theological discussions late into the night. Chesterton valued her dedication, O'Connor valued his conviction. Even in this stage, there were differences. Chesterton mourned the sacrifices. O'Connor celebrated them. But they were easy to overlook in the early days.

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As the Virtues' work intensified, after Dante's passing, their differences became impossible to ignore. O'Connor pushed for faster, more brutal methods. She wanted to accelerate the extraction research, to sacrifice more subjects, to achieve results then and now. Chesterton insisted on restraint. He mourned the losses. He demanded "dignity" for the departed. For O'Connor, Chesterton's hesitation was a weakness. He didn't have the stomach for the work. He was holding her back. For Chesterton, O'Connor's ruthlessness was becoming monstrous. She was losing sight of why they were doing this.

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The breaking point came when Chesterton shut down one of O'Connor's experiments. She was extracting an ability from a dying subject, someone who was going to pass anyway, but was kept on life support, essentially a living corpse that had been revived and sent back into the abyss far too many times. Chesterton stopped her, saying the subject deserved a dignified death. She arrived to an empty hospital bed that evening.

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O'Connor left the Virtues in secret, taking her research with her. She didn't confront him. She just disappeared. Pursuing purification without restraint, on her own.

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In my story, she did wind up attempting to get the remnants of the book's pages to ensure the full purification of humanity on her own accord. Something the Virtues were looking for themselves. She targeted the port mafia as a potential unwitting ally, claiming herself to be a deflector. Mori saw right through her. But he knew she could be used against Chesterton and his remaining forces, and so, he aimed to make the two tear each other apart. So he allowed her to stay, for a time. Not within the mafia, but in her own space, sponsored by them, provided refuge and resources, collaborating with their own tech branch. She did aim to take over the virtues anyway. It was useful to keep her close. It simply played into the port mafia's hands, to make her clash with Chesterton and potentially get rid of them both.

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She did succeed in beating Chesterton, and survived. And became quite a problem. One, that was resolved by another former virtues member and an actual ally of the pm and ada, Stendhal.

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Her subjects within the virtues were mainly ability users who wished to rid themselves of their abilities. They came to her willingly, hoping for salvation. Or so it seemed. Some of them required modification to be at peace with their fate. She saw such rewrites as her getting rid of unnecessary suffering. All of her patients had their plasma frequently drawn, and all of them had undergone through O'Connor's analysis and the subsequent change. They were compliant and at peace by the end of it.

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When it came to isolating abilities for study, she used a peculiar method. Whenever the plug needed to be pulled on a subjecf, she saved a living tissue sample, forcing the plasma to keep flowing, and while the main body passed on nearby, the ability latched itself onto the living tissue of their host to survive.

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Some samples for that work she collected from the failed experiments of others. Some occured naturally within her own branch. Her own work was essential for several branches that needed ability samples for their own pursuits. Like De Plancy and Stendhal.

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But that was not exactly proper ability removal. The hosts needed to stay alive after the severance. So, she pursued another methodology. Using de Plancy's cloned samples, she drove her subjects into a state of clinical death, hoping to catch the window of the ability transferring to the cloned tissue sample, while she revived the patient. Hoping to keep the patient alive, while the ability was removed from their body. High casualties. Little stability. Many severed abilities with lifeless hosts.

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She had never entirely succeeded in achieving pure severance. Not until a later point, before her battle with Chesterton.

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Her facilities were like sanatoriums, full of people desperate enough to prefer a high risk procedure to life with their abilities. And no patients knew whether they'd always been that way, or if an invisible hand had pulled the strings to make them such.

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Stendhal had a complicated relationship with her and her gift. He was forced to do the same by his superiors during the war, and he saw the total warping of a person as something barbaric. However, he did agree with a smaller degree of intervention. Keeping the person the same as they were, but improving their currently existing qualities. That was his approach in his work as a psychiatrist previously. His transmutation research work was much the same, not entirely erasing what once was and changing it completely, but combining the original abilities with something new. Addition, enhancement, instead of replacement.

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That is where their differences sparked a conflict between them, and it was a source of great strife. O'Connor saw him as a hypocrite and a coward, too weak to push for what's necessary. Stendhal saw her as a despot, a woman who was playing god for her own gratification. The lack of the patient's awareness for him was the largest issue. For O'Connor, only the results mattered, not the methods, and her results, unlike Stendhal’s, had always been nothing but tales of success.

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So Stendhal stayed clear from her, and got her samples through de Plancy, whom he tolerated, seeing as de Plancy frequently collaborated with O'Connor and had a whole collection of ability samples, attatched to body parts and organs.

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De Plancy worked with her in the beginning, gathering physical samples that housed abilities, mainly with the goal to collect them in exchange for providing cloned samples for the severance experiments. He collected her failures, that remained attached to their host's remnants despite her efforts, and continued using them in his own research. Stendhal then requested samples for his own work from him.

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It was only right he got to be the one to end her existence.

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Anyway, have a good sunday, y'all.

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He looks remarkably excellent with his hair down, and especially so in Hoshikawa's style.

His features are just so soft here. A glimpse into what could've been.

I'm excited to see more of him in part 2, since I suspect we may get a perspective switch to the pm side of things in the future, but I digress.

Have a good weekend.

So uh, my previous post got deleted, but I didn't get any explanation, so I'm just gonna assume it was due to oc lore dump posting, (idk why it actually happened though) and I'll simply post a regular Mori image, if that's the case, since I don't want to miss a Mori day.

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Hope y'all have a good day/night and I'll go pamper my Dazai plushies in honour of his birthday. Toodles.

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Might update bsd Tomodachi cast over the weekend, I miss them, sigh.

Pet me, Mori sensei. I've worked so hard, and have stress-smoked so many cigarettes, you'll just have to provide my ailing lungs with some affectionate treatment.

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Ahem. Oc posting. Started on the 21st Mori day, where I described my oc enemy organization, the seven virtues. This post covers the second member, code name, Tuesday, Jacques Collin de Plancy. His research targets are ability replication and implantation. In other words, cloning.

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Before I get into his backstory and his person, allow me to describe his ability, for it is the primary drive behind his scientific curiosities.

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The infernal dictionary. Allows him to create blueprints of abilities that he had personally witnessed, that, when used, allow him to replicate the recorded ability's effect for a short moment of time. So, temporary, limited replication of abilities. You can already see why he'd be interested to discover a way to make that replication a permanent fixture.

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Now, it does hold limitations. He can only replicate an ability once in his life. He cannot just hold a collection of time looping blueprints on hand. Once he had replicated an ability, that blueprint is lost to the wind, and no matter the strength of the desire, it would not be replicated again.

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He cannot replicate singularities or ability derived life forms. That's a bit too much for a piece of paper to handle.

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The replications are also half as powerful as the originals. Still, remarkably useful in a pinch. He does have a grimoire full of various ability blueprints. It can be used by others, so long as he is the one that produced the print, but yet again, each ability may be only used once. So he is stingy with his collection. Who knows when one might need to suck the air out of a room in the most literal sense?

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De Plancy led a comfortable life. He was not born into tremendous wealth, but he was secure. His family was already full of scientists, and he was encouraged to pursue his intellectual curiousities.

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He was fascinated by the mechanisms of existence, studying biology and genetics, wondering if it were possible to not just clone what was already there, but to gene-splice and produce something, or someone, entirely new. Skipping over the child stage and the conception and slow fetal development completely. The mystery of creation, that he was curious to wield, had beckoned him to continue onward in his pursuits.

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In his work, he became proficient in regular cloning and was used by many a researcher for their own purposes, as a collaborator. In his studies he did uncover what little information he could find on any of the few remarkable experiments that involved singularities being housed in cloned hosts. The information was scarce, but enough to make him wonder: could abilities be cloned in truth themselves, since they possessed a persona and their energy could be measured and accelerated? Were they a metaphysical phenomena, and as such, could the physical portion of them be replicated? He also wondered if they could be, as such, spliced and created from scratch, requiring a new host body to attach to.

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His research wasn't deemed a priority. Funding was hard to find enough as it is, and most labs followed harsh, previously established protocols when it came to ability weapon creation. The cloning of abilities was deemed fascinating, but requiring incredible focus and funding, and as it was deemed as something 'definitively useful in the future, for mass-production of ability weapons', De Plancy was allowed to dedicate some of his time to his studies.

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But he didn't exactly receive much support. His employers were morestly focused on finding a reliable way to produce said wespons first, before thinking about cloning them. And they were struggling the abilities were quite unpredictable, esch weapon had its own creation methodology. Nothing could be standardized with much convenience and nothing held high success rates.

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The labs he worked at held highly rigid security protocols that were layered with bureaucratic nonsense and red tape. De plancy was allowed to conduct his research with limited, practically non-existent funding, paying, at times, out of his pocket to cover his studies. He often jokes that, as such, he was essentially working for free, since most of his earnings went back into his experiments.

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Rumors slread of his work and research focus, and at times, he'd receive support or face scrutiny. Nothing new to a man experimenting on humans, however. The word traveled, and it did land into Chesterton's ears through their agent network.

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The virtues knew, however, that the man held no respect for the spiritual and the supernatural, believing only that, which could be proven. So, they approached his recruitment as a business negotiation, a proposition of fruitful collaboration.

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Dante was sent out to a select few that Chesterton deemed to be potentially useful for their goals. He was, after all, the most approachable in appearance and conduct, and possesses a tongue of silver.

He was, however, also a zealot, a dedicated believer of the virtues' cause.

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Thankfully, De Plancy regarded it as a mere eccentricity, not at all uncommon among his previous employers. It did also help that Dante never preached right away, his approach was more slow, patient and insidious in its nature.

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He didn't frame this as employment, but rather, a partnership. De Plancy was promised funding, security, subject acquisition, in exchange of sharing the results of his work with the other branches, and providing aid to them on occasion, if need be.

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So, De Plancy, tired of the red tape and limitations, agreed. It was purely practical and done solely for his own goals. He couldn't care less what the others would do with his findings, he cared for the act of discovery, and it wasn't possible without the funding and freedom that the virtues had promised. So he bit. And he was indeed granted exactly what he had been promised.

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His switch of faith came later. The cracks of his skepticism had shown first after a collaboration with Goethe. He provided assistance with cloning Goethe's body in exchange of testing his own theory. That an ability could be ordered to move to another body by its host, without the host's passing. Seeing as Goethe's experiment revolved around him trying to accelerate his own ability to a state of forming an ability-derived lifeform, an event he intended to survive, he agreed.

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It was more of a playful, non-serious contract between the two, as they had worked together many a time in the past. Goethe believed that the host body could survive the ability gaining sentience, if the ability was provided with an empty host vessel for it to possess. So long as the acceleration was slow and controlled, that is. Making the birth of the lifeform a scheduled event, not an unexpected calamity.

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Following Plancy's idea with the order (that was, after all, how some abilities became inheritable), the experiment was a success. Mephisto was born, possessing all of Goethe's memory and its own body. Goethe himself, however, had lost his ability. Well, more like it became an external sentient companion, that shared his memory and personhood.

This was an ability implantation success. But it was also a bit beyond simple person cloning. A first major breakthrough that de Plancy took part in.

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Overtime, he grew quite attatched to Dante and Goethe, as they had frequently worked together and shared many a failure and success.

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His own research initially bore little fruit, much to his frustration. He captured some residual energy from other abilities via hosts' cloned parts as conduits, but the splicing of said energy and the hosts' parts produced mixed results, when he worked with Stendhal. But his success with Mephisto gave him enough motivation to push beyond it.

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He knew an ability could attatch itself to host body parts, not requiring a full body to continue existing. Results of O'Connor's work. But he wondered if he could transfer abilities from one body to another, via a cloned organ or two from the original host, being housed in the transfer target's body. It worked, albeit not right away. But it kept him going. Since he now knew how to potentially transfer a cloned ability into a new host body, he found it quite encouraging.

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Then came Dante's ascension. A sentient singularity, made from an ability-derived lifeform, the virtues' magnum opus. A kind of being that could be spoken to, reasoned with. Unlike most singularities that were primal and single-minded, Dante was essentially still very aware of himself. Thanks to the slow acceleration approach, Dante first became an ability-derived lifeform, Virgil, who then turned into a singularity, after having already gained sentience as an ability.

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That was, perhaps why Dante's singularity possessed awareness and kept its personhood. Most other Abilities in singularity experiments surpassed the ability derived lifeform stage too quickly, essentially skipping it. As such, they gained a sentient persona along with becoming a singularity in quick succession.

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In Dante's case, that process was slow, controlled. Thanks to Stendhal's and de Plancy's work with a transmutated controller ability being moved to Dante's body, that kept his ability accelerating at a slower rate before his initial phase one ascension. Stendhal deflects after having witnessed the results of this work, seeing it as a terror. De Plancy becomes a believer instead.

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To see it in person, to speak to it, to him, it made something within De Plancy shift. This, had merit. It was evidence. And he was not only a witness, but a co-creator to boot. A part of something greater than anything he had ever worked on.

Ah. How blind he was in the beginning. This event made him a believer, for he felt as if he had seen, and touched, the face of God.

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His own success came after Dante's passing. He threw himself into frantic work, finally pursuing his carefully constructed theories and putting them to the test. And he succeeded. A cloned ability, housed in a new body, bearing a cloned heart from its original host. But that wasn't enough. The situation at that point was dire. So he kept pushing.

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His original creation came shortly after. Original artificially made dna. The donors genes were spliced, mixed beyond recognition, several of them at that, and as the result, he had managed to make a devil of his own. He used part of Stendhal's left over experiments to splice the trapped energy residue from Dante's singularity with a few others, merging it with a an extracted self-amplification ability that was used as a base. Since it contained abilities and energy residues of all the original dna donors, the spliced, modified, cloned ability found a home within an equally morphed and cloned body.

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Perhaps housing multiple abilities and singularity residue within one body was a bad idea. Let's just say, that while Dante's power was partially replicated and modified, the user themselves and the ability were extremely unstable. But more on that later.

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He barely survives his predicament, using Goethe's case to continue his own existence in at least some way. He prepared for potential defeat and the subsequent death in advance. He succeeded, of course, and an ability derived lifeform took his place, going into hiding in the chaotic aftermath of what is essentially the final battle of the seven virtues arc. His current whereabouts are unknown.

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Since De Plancy wasn't buying into the theological backing of the virtues in the beginning, his facilities were the most coldly clinical of the seven. He was emotionally detached from the vessels he worked on, his laboratory housing many body parts and organs that were kept in s semi-living condition. Blood circling through the veins, beating hearts with no body. All housing either residual ability energy, or abilities themselves.

A gruesome sight. He worked mainly with the unconscious, and his spaces were quiet, save for his employees.

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Ah, and he discovered his ability when writing down a detailed report and drawing energy fluctuation graphs for an ability he had been observing while working for an ability weapon experiment (most of them tended to fail, so he simply studied the abilities themselves, out of boredom). After almost pulverizing his entire office, he gazed upon the ruined space and grinned. Ah, fascinating. Now, how does it work, exactly? I have to know.

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Up next, O'Connor. The blood is indeed very wise.

Look at him, in his lane, flourishing, thriving, finally having a well-deserved glass of wine. Although it was a bit disappointing that in the anime he always wore his usual attire instead of the striped suit he wears in the scene with Kouyou in the manga, but oh well.

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A bit of a late post today, since* I was drowning with work today.

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Right, Oc ramblings.

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Stendhal. The head of the Monday branch in seven virtues, handling ability transmutation and modification. He also works as an re-educator for particularly unstable cases. A lot of his subjects are leftovers from the other branches, the broken and the damned.

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Before his joining to the seven virtues, he was an avid social-climber, who pursued recognition in his field, at any cost. He is an experienced schemer, and can talk his way in or out of almost anything. Only natural, for a specialist in control systems for a human mind. You see, he used to be a psychiatric researcher, embedded in a wartime intelligence medical program during European conflicts, where governments were already quietly experimenting with using ability users as military assets. He was a reprogrammer, a behavioural reconfiguration specialist of those ability users who were deemed unstable, politically inconvenient, or ideologically noncompliant.

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He is not originally cruel. He is fascinated by hierarchy, prestige, refinement, and the idea that human beings can be elevated through disciplined internal rewriting. In early years, he believes he is preventing chaos by making ability users “coherent.” Not weaker or stronger, but usable. He sees himself as a helping, healing hand that provides clarity to a clouded mind.

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During the great war, he was appointed to providing aid to traumatized soldiers in their recovery, specifically, destabilised ability users, seeing as they were far more dangerous in such a state, compared to regular soldiers. However, instead of simply restoring them, he was tasked with rewriting their person, by any means necessary, so long as they could become reliable killing machines with no conscience. His methods were repurposed into the military doctrine. Initially, he simply approached it the same way he had everyone previously, but it wasn't quite enough. Some of his own developed pharmaceuticals were forced upon him to ensure he continued pushing further. Stifling his initial insubordination.

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This was the first time he was tasked with a full rewiring of a person. After some 'convincing' he was excruciatingly effective in his duties. His pharmaceutical approach was proven to be effective. Too effective, irreversibly so. Once the great war approached its end, he was court martialed, while his research and findings were quietly pocketed by the higher-ups, utilised, sold, and later on hidden and denied.

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Most of the responsibility over the second stage reprogramming was shifted to him, while his commanding officers walked away without so much as a slap on the wrist. He, however, had received a death sentence, via execution. It was technically meant to be the last execution in his homeland, seeing as capital punishment started getting abolished shortly after the great war.

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However, on his deathrow, his ability helped with his escape. You see, he hid his ability from others, having discovered it while working with unstable ability users in the beginning of his career. And once he had realized what it was, he chose to hide it, claiming himself to be free of abilities, simply using chemistry and his intelligence as his primary aids.

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The ability in question: the Red and the Black.

Oppositional Reversal. Stendhal's ability passively inverts the properties of any ability used near him within a certain radius (approximately 10 meters). The inversion lasts for a duration proportional to the power of the original ability—weak abilities are flipped for seconds, while powerful ones can be flipped for up to a minute

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A healing ability becomes a corrosive or damaging ability. A telekinetic ability might repel rather than attract. An elemental ability swaps to its opposite. An attack by an ability apparition heals him instead. Metal controlled by an ability suddenly drops to the ground as it breaches the affected radius.

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There are, of course, limitations. It does not work on ability-derived lifeforms or singularities. They are "too pure" or "too foreign" to his ability's framework. This is a source of deep unease for him, he cannot protect himself from them.

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It cannot flip pocket dimension type abilities.

Passive activation also means he can't turn it off. Living near him long-term is uncomfortable for other ability users, which isolates him. It also affects his allies within the ten meter radius, so he is inconvenient to fight alongside.

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It also affects only abilities and not regular weapons. The only exception is if the ability were to be connected to the weapon, enhancing it's speed, for example. An ability induced sped up bullet would come to a halt once it breached the area of effect of Stendhal's ability.

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So, when an abilify user had attacked him during his first year working with unstable ability users, he had discovered he possessed a remarkably useful and fascinating gift. Up until that point he had never been attacked by an ability user before and was unaware that he, too, posessed an ability.

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So, when his execution arrived, and an ability was used to keep him restrained... it just set him loose instead. His escape from the facility he was being held in was nothing short of desperate. When out, he hid, ushering away into the darkest corners, refusing to step out even for a moment. Ah, what a fall from grace. A well-reduarded scholar, the man who devoted his life to making himself useful, is now inconvenient at best. His social standing in ruins. His work stolen and twisted, as he groveled through the streets.

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That, is when he met Dante. And you see, in Dante's eyes Stendhal was a martyr. A scholar, a victim, a man who sacrificed everything in his pursuit of knowledge and was punished for it. Everything Chesterton's organization is looking for. A perfect candidate.

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So Dante listened. He stuck around. He approached a man who had been regarded as a monster and called his work and his person necessary. And that, was dangerous. For Stendhal had always sought recognition. And here it was. Prestige, validation, respect. The seven virtues provided all three. And to a man starved of value, he clung to it with the force of a stiff corpse. Suddenly, he was valued. Listened to. He was in control of his own pursuits. His failures were reframed as sacrifices.

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However, eventually, over the cojrseof my story, he notices the sams familiar patterns. Small compromises lead to necessary sacrifices. To increasing casualties. To extreme methods and greater urgency. To yet another leash around his neck. And he knows what happens to leashed beasts, when the slaughter is done. Still, clinging to Dante, he stayed. Until instead of Dante someone else stood before him, too far gone in his own zealotry, changed physically into something other than human, willingly, at that. So he doesn't wait for another execution. He deflects.

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His branch covered ability transmutation and modification.

Stendhal's branch feelt fundamentally different from the others in the beginning, because it wasn't trying to discover something new. It was trying to fix failures.

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Subjects arrived from other facilities carrying scars both physical and metaphysical. Failed accelerations, Incomplete extractions. Ability users whose gifts had become unstable. People who could no longer function in normal society. And he aided them. His branch would have resembled a boarding school crossed with a sanatorium. Gardens, libraries, music rooms.

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But he is an ambitious man. The problem is that every success taught Stendhal the same lesson: If abilities can be repaired...they can also be redesigned. And that's where the research got darker. Stendhal began to wonder, just how much of an ability can you change before it becomes a different ability?' This branched into several major programs.

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Ability Suppression. Not removing abilities entirely like O'Connor, but dampening them, weakening dangerous manifestations. Reducing activation frequency. Cutting away unnecessary aspects.

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Ability Amplification. The opposite, making weak abilities stronger. Stretching limitations, increasing range, increasing duration, efficiency.

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Ability Redirection. Changing what an ability responds to.The ability remains the same, but the trigger changes.

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Ability Recomposition. The most dangerous field. Taking fragmented or damaged abilities and attempting to rebuild them. This produces most of Monday's casualties.

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Before he got carried away with ambition and experimentation, Stendhal lived with a profound resentment toward institutions that declared people beyond saving. The kind of people other branches classified as losses, Monday classified as opportunities.

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Because every successful rehabilitation proved something he desperately wanted to believe. that nobody is truly beyond repair. The irony, of course, is that this belief eventually became dangerous. Because at some point he began to wonder if he could go beyond simple restoration. If he could improve the broken abilities instead of simply fixing them. As well as the ability users themselves. Ah, yet another fall from grace. My, he's got a lot of those in life. Curse his ambition.

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If I were to assign him a sin and a virtue, he'd definitely take Pride and Humility. His arc had him go through extremely prideful and destructive initial pursuits, and it ended with him admitting that his approach was inherently flawed and abandoning the spoils of his status and labour. He switched sides to try and protect humanity from the very organisation that had once housed him, even though it meant he would lose everything, again. And he did, but out of his own volition that time around. He disregarded his status and influence, the two things that he had always held to the highest of regards in life. So yes, I do think he quite literally went from pride to humility. Although it took him years to get there.

Posting a regal Mori and Elise from Mayoi, because it's my birthday 🎂 👻🎆. June geminis unite. Sandwiched right between my two faves' birthdays, from different fandoms (Dazai and Caleb from Lads). Wah, I'm almost thirty. Just two more years to go. Crazy to think about. My colleagues are lovely and have congratulated me, heh. So did my family, so life's pretty good at the moment.

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Right, my scheduled Oc posting. Using my birthday as an excuse to ramble like a madwoman. Now, when it comes to the enemy fraction I've made. Theological transhumanism, anyone?

The seven virtues, led and founded by G.K. Chesterton, the former member and co-founder of the order of the clock tower, who had a major ideological splat with Agatha, before deflecting and going missing. He's been missing for about two decades now, and is finally emerging from the abyss to bring God's greatest gifts upon humankind. Whether they're ready or not.

The friction between him and Agatha was largely caused by their different approaches to abilities. Where one saw blunt functional utility, the other saw evidence of the grand design. Where one aimed to regulate, the other sought to understand. Chesterton had previously aided in the development of ability weapons, and during one particular experiment, he had witnessed something that spoke to him of extinction. And he would do anything to prevent it.

You see, the seven virtues operate on the belief that the existence of abilities is the living proof of God's favor towards humanity. They are a precious, divine gift, bestowed upon the select few. It is the first step towards true ascension, a next step of being the humanity had been standing on the precipice of for centuries. And as the bearers of that holy gift, it is only right that one of them finds a way to share it with the other unfortunate souls that had been overlooked by the divine. Isn't that right? After all, God must've given humanity abilities, for he desires forbus to become something greater.

Yes. The seven virtues are in a dire pursuit to bring forth humanity's divine ascension. To make sure each and every human on planet earth is blessed with our Father's gift. That is to say, they aim to find a way to transfer abilities to non-ability having humans. They wish to discover the truth behind abilities' creation and they're fully intent on partaking in it. After all, each act of creation brings us closer to God.

However, there is another stage that goes beyond just having an ability. Ability-derived lifeforms are regarded highly within the organization, akin to angels in some capacity, that kind of being goes beyond simple humanity, and is tenderly researched, and reproduced, as such.

But then there's also singularities, the rawest form of existence, free of the sinful flesh, primal, and pure. Hm...that's a lot of different approaches to ascension, isn't it.

Good thing we have seven active research branches, then. Each works independently from the other, only responding to Sunday through anonymous agents. No communication agent knows of any others for the sake of security. The researchers are confined to their facilities that act as defacto monasteries. Collaboration between branches is allowed, but it occurs rarely.

Each branch has its own leader and methods, the only thing uniting them being their shared goal. If one methods fails, the others would simply continue in its place. It all but secures at least some kind of success and safeguards against being discovered. They are all quite hard to trace, scattered across the world. Off-grid, underground, employing via faith and necessity, takin in those who had fallen from grace and have nowhere else to go. Those, who were punished for their passion, and had been villified for their work.

The seven virtues only employ the brightest and the most desperate. And the two overlap quite a bit. All of those researchers from failed government experiments, hunted down by their own? They find a refuge here, where they can continue their work without having to worry about prosecution or funding, for it is in abundance.

Now, to our seven leaders and their duties. Each throne of the branch is named after the day of the week. (The man that was Thursday by Chesterton was indeed the reference point)

Monday: Stendhal. Research target: ability transmutation and implantation.

Tuesday: Jacques Collin de Plancy. Research target: ability replication and cloning.

Wednesday: Flannery O'Connor. Research target: ability extraction and analysis.

Thursday: John Milton. Research target: origin of abilities and their creation.

Friday: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. And Mephisto. Research target: ability-derived lifeforms.

Saturday: Dante Alighieri. Research target: singularities.

Sunday: G.K. Chesterton. The founder, overseer and sponsor. The mediator and the gardener of Eden. ​ Out of all of them, Chesterton is, perhaps, the most gentle and benevolent.

He is just accelerating the inevitable evolutionary process. It is the only way to bring forth salvation to us all from the calamity to come. Problem is, his definition of "saving humanity from itself" no longer includes remaining human.

I think using my daily posts as an excuse to write about my ocs is kinda fun, so Hopefully, I will cover each member of the seven virtues in detail later on, heh. I'll probably go in the order of the days of the week, and describe each branch along with their respective leaders in detail. So. Next time, I'm writing about Stendhal.

Anyway, have a great day, yall, I'm gonna go have some lunch.

Look at how smug he is. So pleased with himself. Honestly, that's just plain old adorable.

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The scarf is so large on his shoulders, ah, the bruden of leadership takes many forms. A river of blood, flowing down his body. Decades of history trapped within that fabric. Do you think Ango had ever touched it during his time there, and seen some snippets of the past? It's probably the most valuable item in the entirety of the PM when it comes to probable intel gathering. Memory based abilities are so fascinating. Hence why I made my Marcel Proust oc inherit memories of all of his predecessors, seeing as his ability is inherited. A creature posessing centuries worth of information inside his skull. Hard to act like a human, when your consciousness posesses multitudes. But I digress.

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And ah, Mori's cute overgrown ahoge had made yet another appearance. My port mafia boss can't possibly be this cute. And yet, he is.

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A short post today, bc my workload is hefty at the moment. I think I will get either inzoi or paralives for my birthday tomorrow, and make some bsd characters there to celebrate, hehe. I wonder if he'd pick my oc naturally the same way he did in tomodachi life, sigh.

Listen, whenever he wears traditional clothing, he makes me want to rip it all off. And his hands...god help me.

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He seems to have a fairly lean build. I need to shake him violently, how can he be so perfectly shaped. The slope of his shoulders, the tilt of his head. Ooh, the artists did a marvellous job with him in Gakuen.

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Currently making the island layout in Tomodachi, trying to replicate some of Yokohama’s shores and suffering tremendously, lmao. Definitely will have a dock, and some area for shipment containers, the park, the ada building, the pm towers, Shibusawa's castle (god help me), the Suribachi city, the dorms. But this will take awhile, so for now, I'll just do the basic layout at the very least, and a couple of buildings. Then I'll go back to making more miis. Because, uh, my island currently cannot house many more without making me want to gouge my eyes out.

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There's so many swifts flying outside my home as of late, they're very cute, but so noisy, lmao. I think if Mori were a bird, I don't think he'd be a corvid, however. Perhaps a black starling, mimicking a raven, instead.

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Sigh, now I'm remembering a pair of ravens that had once nested not far from my house. Their baby had so many opinions, made sure everyone knew of them, naturally.

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Just got done writing a particular dagger incident involving Mori and my oc, and am currently suffering. I just think it's so romantic to wrap your seemingly unrequited love's hands around the hilt and bring the blade home, forcing them to be a part of it, you know/j. Totally not traumatic for any party involved. Although granted, it was barely survivable, so my little guy wasn't thinking about the consequences, for he assumed he wouldn't have to face the music. And to be fair, one cannot be in a right state of mind after spending a subjective year and a half trapped within a time-space bending singularity, full of melting memories, pasts and futures.

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And to be fair, Mori probably shouldn't have brought up his suspicions of him, when the very tall little guy was in a fragile state of mind, fresh out of said singularity, but you know, when that guy's ability impacts your emotions, it also impedes your judgement. Doesn't help that the suspicions are well warranted. I did also make it as a parallel to how Charles had ultimately killed Theo, so hey. And it does reference a situation that transpired with irl Baudelaire, which he too, thankfully survived.

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Currently uniting all of my general ideas into a singular plot line, tying it all in with the Seven virtues enemy fraction I've made. Straightening out my individual oc's personal arcs at the moment. Up until the direct confrontation with the virtues, for now. Charles’s person had changed quite a bit over time. His relationship with Mori was rather...unbalanced in the beginning. A continuous dance of proving oneself to a man that wouldn't trust a hair on your head, constantly flipping between warmth and detachment. But you know, when the only man that truly saw you fro who you were is dead, by your hands at that, unwillingly so, it's only natural to cling to any sign of kindness, no matter the evident artifice and probing behind it.

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Although from Mori's end, the initial suspicion towards Charles is understandable. A young man arrives to your city, previously associated with the European organisation ruled by someone named Thursday, that he claims studies ability derived life forms and singularities. Yet he states he knows little about its structure. He claims to have escaped, despite having worked for them in the past. He joins your organization, which houses two singularities. Gains favor with one of them, climbs the ladder, makes himself indispensable. His ability enhances emotions of those around him, impacting their judgement. He uses it masterfully to his own advantage. Claims it doesn't conjure anything new, just strengthens that, which was already there. And you can only trust his word on it. You keep him around, because at the very least you confirm, that this organization does indeed exist, and it's been showing too much of an interest in Yokohama as of late. And it is best to keep potential spies close, as your experience clearly shows.

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Then his childhood friend arrives, still working for that mysterious organization, but claiming otherwise, pursuing him on Thursday's orders, and a major conflict with a rivaling Mishima's gang suddenly breaks loose. They all die, by the end of it, as does Theo, and you only have Charles’s word for what had transpired. Only his claim that Thursday's organization is set to become a bigger problem than initially thought. That his murder of Theo was a mercy. No independent witnesses to confirm his claims. The only man that had truly known him before all of this is now dead. Your executive that was involved, hadn't witnessed this in person, too busy disarminng bombs and wiping out Mishima's remnants. You keep Charles close, test his ability and the truth of it, probe for his motives, but the results are inconclusive at best. And he is trying to get close to you. Intensely so. And is succeeding, much to the chargin of your treacherous heart. Surely it must be thanks to that ability, right?

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Then another crisis pops up, moving from the neighbouring Kawasaki straight to your turf, and it kills quite a few of your loyalists and wreaks havoc in the upper echelons of Yokohama. That Mysterious Thursday is again involved, and Charles resolves that issue, recruiting two powerful ability users which are now loyal to him. He is gaining power under your nose, is getting close to you, and isn't that just oh so familiar? Isn't that exactly what you have done in the past? And again, no independent source of proof on what had transpired. Your implanted agents die in the crossfire of the Ouroborous conflict, and you have no way to confirm if Charles is telling the truth about any of it. You just have to trust his word, again, as always. How convenient.

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His new recruits are loyal to him first, not the mafia. The server logs he had used to keep up with time resets could have been easily faked. Most other witnesses are again, dead. The surviving are too mentally broken to provide anything useful. Your other executive that was waiting on the outside of the singularity, dealing with Thursday's men is loyal to Charles. And now you have to promote him, otherwise his loyalists would be quite displeased. And oh yes, he does now have quite a few dangerous loayalists. A snake had crawled into your garden and made itself a burrow in its soil. Could be genuine with its intentions, sure, but if not, the consequences would be quite dire. And you cannot even trust your own self, since the ability of that young man had most certainly compromised you. You don't even have full control of your own mind when he is present. Very dangerous, indeed.

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So from Charles’s end, what else is there to do to prove your loyalty, other than to lay your life on the altar? Combine that desperation to be seen with the inherent isolation and uncertainty that his ability had cursed him with, the crushing loneliness and guilt, and the year and a half spent inside a place of melting time and space, of bleeding memory, and the situation couldn't really end in anything but their joined hands wrapped around the hilt. Mori's gift once, returned back in the worst way possible. Had it not been for Charles’s ability, perhaps things would've gone differently. Most certainly, in fact. But alas.

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He does survive this. Although he now carries two scars from the people he loves, but he finds a twisted poetry in this misery. His relationship with Mori turns a bit sour for a time, but not for long. There are, after all, ghosts haunting their machines, and living archives to intercept. The world waits for no one, and neither does Thursday. Whatever plans he had concocted were now clearly put in motion and his sights were firmly set for Yokohama. A seeming cesspool of ability users and a magnet for anomalous events, the kind which must be observed and replicated. After all, how can humanity arise to a new stage of evolution, how can it recieve God's gift of ascension, without prior testing?

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Anyway, I digress. Wah, I don't want Sunday to end. Can someone make it last forever. One day, after dinner, my younger sister and I were lounging about mr. Gopher Wood's yard...

His choice of weapon had always been fascinating to me. Close-range, intimate, and of course, ironic, considering how a tool that saves lives can just as easily take them. Not unlike Mori himself, I suppose.

He is quite agile and skilled in combat, his reaction time is ridiculous, great reflexes, sharp, snappy movements. I wonder if he'll switch over to utilizing a gun as he grows older, aging will no doubt dull his reflexes, after all. But for now the choice to stay up close and personal seems deliberate.

I wonder why he prefers to put himself as close to his opponents as possible. It is quite risky after all, a bit reckless in a way, to throw oneself out in the open instead of keeping a distance. Perhaps a part of him finds a twisted kind of satisfaction in delivering a killing blow. Perhaps he simply wishes to make sure his targets will most definitely die when struck. After all, a gunshot wound can be survivable, depending on the location, but a precisely slit artery kills in minutes. And he is nothing if not thorough.

He must have plenty of scars, not just from his opponents, but on his hands as well. It can be quite easy to accidentally cut oneself when you're constantly moving on a battlefield. His hands probably have quite a few small scars from the early days of training to wield a scalpel in battle. I imagine his hands are actually quite soft, to a ridiculous degree, warm, and fairly well-manicured. Ah, maybe Elise paints* his nails on some days as well.

Anyway, have a great weekend, y'all!

My guy didn't get aby sleep at all during the last arc of part one, it seems.

I can't help but wonder what kind of a relationship did he develop with the previous boss, and what tactics he used to get closer to him. A man that paranoid should've suspected someone snaking up to be at his side, and simply being a doctor wouldn't shield Mori from suspicion.

Did he play along with the previous boss's delusions? Did he affirm them to earn his favor? Did the old boss listen to his opinion at times, did Mori managed to hold him back to a capacity? How much influence did he have on the old boss, if any? Was it just his caretaking that had earned the trust? Did he keep Elise away most of the time, while the old boss was still alive? I want to know. What it was like for him back then. A black swan in the pit of vipers.

I also wonder if Mori were close with Hirotsu back then at all. I'm still a big supporter of my own headcanon that Hirotsu and the old boss were exceptionally close, until the old man had lost his mind. Maybe he aided in Mori's endeavor, seeing as he knew what had transpired, and understood the why completely. It was necessary. So he could've helped Mori get closer to the old boss to ensure Mori's olan went through.

A bit early today, but hey.

Today's song is Unethical by Faouzia, specifically Maphra's cover of it. I find it fits my oc, Charles Baudelaire's, dynamic with Mori remarkably well, at least in the early days. I don't imagine Mori would be too quick to trust someone whose ability directly affects, that is, amplifies, the emotions of those around him. A bit oc brained today.

Even if the ability solely enhances that, which was already there, and it supposedly doesn't conjure any new feelings, it's still a problem. Besides, how could he trust the young man's words on it, when Mori opinions on him keep shifting drastically thatks to said ability, the impact of it undeniable, invasive? And to lose control over his own emotions, and as such, having them impact his perceptions, his thoughts, his decision-making, would be extremely distressing to a man that strives to control everything about himself.

It is far too dangerous to trust someone like this right away. Especially when that ability shifts his own perception on Charles depending on whatever mood he's in on a particular day. How can he trust his own evaluation of a man, whose ability can warp it in the blink of an eye. Ergo, Artificial proximity. Because the most dangerous threats are best kept under a close watch. Unfortunately, that may be interpreted as a genuine show of favor. And oh boy, does Charles crave validation. Their dynamic was quite toxic in the beginning.

Anyway, have a great day, y'all.

Gee, I wonder what or who he's talking about./s (Rimbaud cameo 🫀)

Ahh, he's so cute, I just want to tear his cheeks off with my bare teeth. Squish him like dough. Shake him around like a pair of maracas. Hes so cute as a chibi, it's activating my cuteness aggression.

I've been thinking about Mori's past pursuits, before the war. I wonder what his motivation of becoming a doctor was. Was it an inherited profession and was he defacfo forced into it by his parents, or did he actively choose to pursue it out of his own volition, and if so, why. If it were to save or take care of people, then his entire life story would gain a brand new coating of melancholy.

What kind of dreams and goals did he have in his youth? I'm certain none of them can be fulfilled in his current circumstance. But you know, someone had to rule the port mafia, and he was the best man for the job. Terrible how duty makes us abandon ourselves.

Anyway, I got my first paycheck, yippie. It's not a full one, since I started working half way into the month, but I've already gotten myself a little birthday present. A birthday card for a guy in an otome game, because he ate all of my in-game earned tickets and I had to buy a couple of packs to get him.

Have a great day, y'all.*