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So I had this weird idea at work, what if Akane Tendo was blind, completely and utterly blind, yet had all the powers and abilities of daredevil, how would the overall story change?

Been rewatching living with monsters and was wondering how a mothra based episode would go.

What is an underrated power combo? I’ll go first Portal generation + vector manipulation, that’s something you don’t see everyday

I am writing a novel set in an alternate history where at the tail end of the second world war (or around that time period) Japan was attacked by a giant monster (pretty much Godzilla but not really) because of this and other attacks, Japan was forced to leave the shores and go anywhere else, America stepped in and took a majority of them, eventually both cultures intergrated with one another and became a hybrid nation. Would it work? Too unrealistic in a world of giant monsters and giant robots?

I am writing a novel set in an alternate history where at the tail end of the second world war (or around that time period) Japan was attacked by a giant monster (pretty much Godzilla but not really) because of this and other attacks, Japan was forced to leave the shores and go anywhere else, America stepped in and took a majority of them, eventually both cultures intergrated with one another and became a hybrid nation. Would it work? Too unrealistic in a world of giant monsters and giant robots?

“So, why are we here again?” Caleb couldn’t help but ask the dwarf in front of him; the massive backpack dug into his hips and shoulders, iron-wrought pots and pans clinging, clanging with each footfall. The sun shone that midmorning brightly, burning the back of Caleb’s neck.
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“Griffin eggs,” Ograth replied, stopping by a large white wood tree to pull out a battered-looking tome. “We need Griffin eggs for our omelets back at the restaurant.”
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Caleb huffed, trudging toward his uncle. “And we can’t go to the Dawn or Dusk Markets because….”
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“Cryogenic spells weaken the bonds, making it taste funny and sometimes oxidize the bonds of the yolk,” Ogarth explained matter-of-factly. “Plus this is way better than being cooped up in your room, isn’t it?”
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“Had to kill five Blood-Leeches while you were chattin’ with the woman behind the counter for that map,” Caleb replied, shifting the weight of his pack.
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“Oh, that’s what that smell was; I thought you broke wind,” Ogarth chuckled, scaling up the trail with ease.
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The two trekked higher up the mountain. Caleb felt his ankles chafe from the leather of his ill-fitting boots. The apprentice kept an eye out for any signs of life: claw marks on trees, displaced bark, paw prints, even droppings.
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“Are you sure you’re going the right way? The Highrock Mountains aren’t known for being straightforward,” Caleb commented.
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“I am; all we have to do is get to the top of the mountain. It’s mating season for them, so they should be plenty roosting. Now, did you bring your elements?” Ogarth stopped hiking, turning around and facing Caleb.
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“Yep, I got phosphorus and sulfur too,” Caleb showed the small pouch on his belt, both vials.
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The two slowly ascended the mountain when Caleb stopped short, catching the dwarf’s attention. “Why’d you stop?”
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“Look,” Caleb pointed up at the nearest peak.
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The griffin had the body of a bobcat, checkered with black spots on a steelwool grey coat; its wings were blacked like those of a raven; its face had a look of curved beak that hooked on the end.
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“Perfect,” Ogarth said. “It looks like it just had a clutch; see how ‘er belly hangs like that?”
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“Please, uncle, I think this is a bit more important than for you to squeeze in an anatomy lecture,” Caleb said as he unsheathed a short sword with a leather handle. “Stand back.”
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Caleb’s right palm warmed itself; his epidermis ignited, glowing his palm. He placed the hot hand onto the broadside of his blade, and focused his mana into it. With a slow drag, he ignited his sword; it glowed a brilliant orange, the heat ripping the air around it.
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Ogarth backed away.
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Then…poof. The sword went back to its original color.
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“Rats,” Caleb swore, “I really thought I had it that time, some Pryokinemite I turned out to be.”
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“It’s okay, Caleb,” Ogarth said, walking over, clasping the youth on his back, “You don’t have to impress me, but we still need to get that Griffin away from her clutch.”
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“Don’t suppose you brought mackerel with us,” Caleb suggested, keeping his eyes on the beast as it launched itself off the mountain, scouting for food.
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“No, it should be fine. Griffins are egotistical by nature; it’ll take hours to find its perfect meal; let’s hurry.”
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Caleb and Ogarth ascended the last few feet until they reached the top of the mountain, a wooded area where forest nymphs danced in the midmorning sun, their membranous wings glimmering.
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“There, see that cave over yonder?” Ogarth pointed a thick finger. “That must be its den.”
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“Or a basilisk’s home,” Caleb responded, swatting at the nymphs as they circled around him, giggling. “Got anything for these mosquitoes?”
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“No, Caleb, those are Nymphs; they seem to be drawn to your mana reserve,” Ogarth said. “Don’t mind them; they’re harmless, gatherers I think.”
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“Harmless,” Caleb repeated, watching one twirl in the mountain air, giggling and gently booping him in the nose. “What I wouldn’t give for a Honeytrap now…”
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The two slowly approached the Griffin’s den.
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“There, see those? Bright yellow clutch, that means they’re unfertilized, red when they just come out, and green when they’re gonna hatch.” Ogarth explained, carefully stepping over fallen branches.
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Caleb reached out and grabbed his uncle by his thick bicep, halting the dwarf as a massive shape flew above their heads, blanketing the mountaintop in a brief respite of darkness as the Griffin soared overhead, a low growl emanating from its belly.
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It crashed in front of them, letting out a loud roar at them.
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“Ya think it knows we wanna sell her children for ten gold pieces?” Caleb leaned down.
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“Ten pieces? I thought it was fifteen,” Ogarth replied, keeping his eyes on the creature in front of them, shoulders tense, bracing for its attack.
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The griffin paced around the area, scaring the nymphs away from Caleb, who could feel his heart pounding in his throat.
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“Hey,” Ogarth said. “Smash an’ Grab?”
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“Smash and…this isn’t an Imp or a rude customer. That is a wild animal!” Caleb shot back.
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“Good, could you imagine how boring it’d be if it was in one of those sanctuaries?” Ogarth said before stepping forward, unholstering a massive spork from his back, shouting. “Come on ye flying feline, I wanna see if your mutant ass has nine lives!” Ogarth charged at the griffin. Drawing its attention.
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“Oh by the mother of all…” Caleb swore as he sprinted to the nest, hearing the battle behind him. Ogarth swung at the monster, keeping its distance away from him.
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“I’ve seen more fight in flightless drakes than you!” Ogarth roared, swinging the spork at the griffin. “Ye never faced a Hearthwork Chef, and it shows!”
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Caleb slid into the den on his knees, dirtying his pants. Before him lay the eggs. He took off his pack and pulled out a wooden chest strapped to the bottom.
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“Come on Grimclaw, it’s time to get to work!” Caleb said as he put the chest over to the nest, gently petting the oak wood like that of a basset hound.
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The chest shuddered, shook before tipping over, its top flew open, revealing a plethora of long prehensile scarlet tendrils and a maw of wicked yellowing teeth.
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“Come on, do yer job,” Caleb said as the mimic used its tendrils to drag itself closer to the nest. Long tendrils wrapped around the eggs, swiftly sticking each of them into its gullet. Grimclaw grunted, runting like a pot-bellied pig.
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Caleb looked up from the lip of the cave and saw Ogarth as he skidded across the ground, kicking up dirt, his spork falling out of his hands, landing business end into the ground.
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The griffin roared as it loomed over the dwarf, blocking the sun with its massive silhouette. Ogarth’s grip on his weapon slipped, dropping the giant spork. Caleb looked down at the mimic as it finished consuming the griffin eggs whole, its wooden hide shuddered, expanding as it was full.
Ogarth groaned as he looked up through the graze over his busy eyebrow at the griffin. “Come on ya pussycat!” The dwarf roared, then grunted in pain as the griffin sank its claw into his shoulder. . “Put some effort in it!”
The dwarf saw something glistening in the light, it shined, simmering as it collided with the Griffin’s beak. A small vial of powder flew through the sky.
“GET DOWN!” Caleb shouted as he ignited the trail of phosphorus in the air, the spark caught, exploding mid air, forcing the griffin into the sky.
“Oh ho Caleb!” Ogarth exclaimed as he forced himself to his feet. “Nice shot!”
“We have the eggs!” Caleb gestured to his pack with Grimclaw strapped down to the bottom. “Let’s get out of here!”
Ogarth swallowed the praise for his nephew in his throat and started down the trail, stumbling as Caleb ran over, grabbing the spork, trailing the dwarf.
The griffin wasn’t deterred by the thieves, it screeched a horrible, guttural sound, soaring downward, taking pot shots at both of them. Ogarth led the charge, crashing through stone and treeline.
“How’d you know phosphorus would work?!” Ogarth exclaimed. “Thought you couldn’t light stuff up!”
“Alchemy! Phosphorus reacts poorly when exposed to heat!” Caleb responded. “It’s a cousin to Hearthwork!”
“Fancy stuff!” Ogarth responded, limping as fast as he could. “Got anything that could ward off this stupid cat?!”
Caleb went quiet as he thought for a moment. Then felt an idea in the corner of his brain. “Lunch?” He suggested.
“Now? We’re running for our lives here! There’s not gonna be a lunch!” Ogarth exclaimed as he dove down the hill, narrowly missing the griffin swiping at him.
“Buy me like ten minutes!” Caleb replied, handing the spork back over to his dwarven uncle. Calebdove behind a rock unseathing the sword at his hip then thought for a moment, insted taking out a large glass jar and twine.
With trembling hands he dumped the rest of his elements into the container, shaking it to get a mixture, then dumped a thing of oil into the concoction.
“Come on, right over left, left over right…” He muttered to himself, tying a bottle swing knot over the neck of the jar, making sure to coat the twin in oil. .
“Any day now Caleb!” Ogarth exclaimed as he swung the spork at the griffin. “What are ya doing? Knitting a sweater?”
“Kinda!” Caleb exclaimed, throwing the jar of flammables at the creature. He took a breath in, focusing the remaining magic he had in his system into his palms.
FOOSH!
Ogarth covered his eyes as the jar exploded in the creature’s face, sending it back to the mountain.

“Kid?” Ogarth said as Caleb stepped out from his hiding place. “Did…Did you do that?”
“Who else?” Caleb replied confidently.
“Did you know that Mountain Griffins had sensitive eyesight?” Ogath asked as Caleb warped his arm around the dwarf, leading him down the trail. .
“Abosultely not, I panicked and threw a jar full of sulfur and phosphorus at the creature.” Caleb explained with a faux confident tone. “Now, let’s get back down the mountain before Aunite sends an adventuring party after us.”

Just had a thought of Doomsday (from dc comics) would be the most over powered kaiju

If their roles were switched, how hard would Momo fight to get okarun back? Would it be possible and or just as…let’s use the term awkward

Does anyone have an update on that podcast, they compared and contrasted episodes of the Canadian dub of the series, but have since stopped uploading

I know it wasn’t a thing in the original show but what’s your headcanons for post mission self care routines for the pilots, I have one where Rei puts on comfortable pjs and nibbles on cookie dough ice cream after a mission

I guess I’ll rewatch it

Would an air fryer and or 3D printer be too high tech for this aesthetic or would it just need to look more analog?