Dec 5, 2021
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Good grief.
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What is this dudeâs damage? Did he hit his head super hard?
She doesnât even know what heâs talking about. The female Shinobi doesnât even know what she did to earn such a response. She scratches her cheek as she tries to think of how to respond to this absolute weirdo. What even was his get-up?
Something out of a Saturday morning cartoonâŚ
Maybe heâs insaneâŚ
The idea makes her pity him a little.
âAre you well? Did you hit your head? I can totally call you an ambulance.â
Shiki then makes a suggestion born out of newfound concern.
@blood-codedâ continued from here
âWhat? Hit my head? Of course not de gozaru! Iâm perfectly healthy Iâll have you know de gozaru.â And yet, dramatic his mannerisms remain. Of course not aided by the fact that his expressions are being done for him by the cap on his head. Brows above its bill currently furrowed. But at least, he has calmed down enough heâs no longer pointing at the stylish lady.
âAh yes yes, as a result of my daily training. However! I canât help but think youâre looking at me like something must be wrong with me de gozaru.â He says, as if he isnât some techno-caricature of a ninja with the uniform and flowing orange scarf. His pride is a sensitive thing however, perhaps the one point that reveals his backbone in an otherwise subservient individual. âYou are a ninja as well, arenât you? You may call me Tenzou, de gozaru.â
@blood-codedâ
âYakumo, if you do not leave, I will smother you with a pillow.â Sheâs not serious.
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Elite colleges do absolutely have minimum GPAs and test scores that they accept. This is something I learned from my last place of work. They try to hide it to encourage more people to apply so that they can reject the ones who âarenât good enoughâ and deflate their acceptance rates even more to look more exclusive. Itâs fucking evil and shitty, but itâs the truth. And even if these minimums donât exist, the number of people below them who get in are so few that itâs negligible.
Speaking of the college process, I used to work as a volunteer college counselor for low-income kids. I got them into pretty good schools--Emory, Georgia Tech, Wellesley and Haverford. But one of the most crushing things I learned after I graduated was that itâs not your college degree that matters, itâs your grad school degree--and I think it shouldnât be that way. Like donât get me wrong, my work is itâs still important, because you do need to get to a top college in order to get to a top grad school. But you shouldnât have to go to grad school in order to get a good career. And Iâd say the only reason why so many people do is because the rich and powerful in this country want to bury our generation under even more school debt.
Oh and as for my last unpopular opinion. Something I wish I could say to every single top college in America: I donât care HOW fucking exclusive your college is, the expectations you set for children are ENTIRELY unfair. Literally, the process for getting kids into top colleges is that you have to basically pick what you want to do for the rest of your life in 9th grade and spend the next 4 years overachieving in it--or at least pick something that youâre passionate about enough to overachieve in. Then, once you reach senior year age 17-18, you need to be able to write about your chosen subject with all the eloquence and insight of someone whoâs already in fucking college. Where the FUCK does that leave all the brilliant kids who donât have a direction yet and who deserve to find it at a top institution? Nowhere? I guess soâŚ
The thing about setting expectations is, youâre always going to exclude someone. But the way the college system is set up, it excludes kids who have taken the time to explore different passions and âjust be kidsâ--and that fundamentally disgusts me.
( @blood-codedÂ
Iâm not over the Nin Nin Ninja phase in FEH. So I drew your Hamako as a Ninja alt with my girl!)
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@blood-codedâ wants to hurt me with Teucer
âTeucer--? I told you not to come out here, much less on your own.â
Though muffled through the large door, the severe scolding in his voice is quite palpable, as well as the exasperation. Thankfully, he hasnât drawn closer to the symptoms of a Frenzy, but....Well, it was only a matter of time at the end of the day. He would hold out for as long as he could, his burden couldnât possibly compare to Silvaâs.Â
Tartaglia had to do his part.
âEirene, is he showing any signs of hunger or nearing frenzy? Can I ask you to find a blood bead?â âNo....He is well....I apologize, but he wished to see you....So I guided him rather than to have him wander....â â...I see. Thank you.â
A deep sigh fills the chamber of his Crypt.
âTeucer, you made sure to thank her, yes?â
Anubis is giving the bird boy a dancing hug â¤
a hug!â @bloodcoded
Humans were interesting.   Omnics such as themselves were created with a single purpose in mind, and they would live out their days fulfilling their duties. Humans, on the other hand, could do as they pleased. They could choose their own courses in life and see where they were led. These particular humans had been led to formal clothing, men linking their arms with women as they walked into the building with smiles and good cheer.   Alpha and Zeta were not among them. They remained upon the rooftop, where the humans seemed so small and insignificant. At least, thatâs how Alpha had referred to them.   âI do not understand,â said Zeta, âthe significance of the night.â   But as Zeta had been peering over the edge, Alpha had walked away, and was only made aware of this when he spoke his assistantâs name. Zeta looked away from the edge he was peering over, and Alpha motioned for him to approach.   He stood by a skylight, gazing down upon the humans. Some of them, Zeta noticed as he kneeled down and looked over, had taken to standing and eating, others talking in smaller groups. His focus came to rest on those in the center of the floor, who stepped in time with one another and twirled in unison. Music could be heard from the hall below, but only ever so faintly.   The only omnics present were those serving food and drinks to the humans. Fulfilling only their duty, and nothing more.   âIt is not significant,â Alpha confirmed. âItâs nothing more than an excuse for the humans to gather in one place and socialise. The event itself is meaningless.â   Even so, Zeta couldnât take his eyes away. In all his years he had never seen such a display, something so perfectly beautiful.   âIt looks enjoyable.â   Alpha emulated a noise not unlike a sigh. âZeta.â   The assistant looked up, taking note of the hand being offered to him. And so he took it and got to his feet, finding himself unable to let go as Alpha gripped the hand. âDo you want to dance?â   For a small while, Zeta found himself unable to respond. He looked into the optics of the other, but even to somebody who knew him so well, it was a little difficult to know if he truly wanted this. Luckily, he also knew Alpha to be the kind for sincerity, as opposed to playing tricks.   âZeta?â   Finally, his question was answered. âYes.â   So Alpha pulled his assistant closer, their hands together as they danced. An attempt to imitate the steps of the human dancers below was in vain, for neither had ever danced nor been programmed to carry out such a hobby.   Their steps were slow as they attempted to coordinate their actions, Zeta for the most part following along to Alphaâs lead.   âDo you enjoy this?â Alpha asked as the music came to a close.   The music ended as Zeta finished considering his answer. âI do.â   âGood.â But instead of letting go, Alpha pulled Zeta in closer, his arms coming around his assistant.   Zetaâs arms remained in the air until he realised that the gesture was one of affection. His arms, too, came around the taller omnic.   And ever so gently came the clank of metal upon metal, Alphaâs forehead coming down upon Zetaâs. Again, an affection seldom shown.   âI want you to enjoy yourself while you can.â
Continued from here: x @bloodcoded
  Usually she had gone undetected.
  No one was supposed to see her, not when she was crouched, hidden on the rooftops and relying only on her scope and her visor to see her surroundings. Her target was in sight, her scope was aimed carefully and the shot was taken but still she missed. Just what was it that she was up against? Talon HQ hadnât given her much information for her mission, but this⌠omnicâ they had predicted her shot. She had barely grazed the surface of metal, and she knew for a fact she had aimed for the head. Her target shouldnât have been any different than when she shot Mondatta soâ
  Golden eyes widened when she heard the crackle of an unauthorized interception in her earpiece, and her fingers pushed it into her ear, as if she could recognize the voice. Unfamiliar. Sombra wasnât involved in this, and when she looked back into her scope, she found the omnic STARING back at her, practically burning his gaze through her eye. One would have been afraid to have such a strange encounter like this one, but she was calmâ such a small thing could hardly rattle her, and this omnic would be witness to this.
  âSo you do, cherie.â She comments cooly, eyes narrowing behind her visor as her finger slowly relaxes against the trigger. This omnic was no threat to her, and if anything, he should have been afraid of her.
  âYou got lucky once, but I assure youâ you wonât have that same luck a second time.â Widowmaker warns, her tone low and threatening as she speaks into the earpiece where he can likely hear every word she says. She doesnât fire yet, but should he dare to take a wrong step, she would be there to correct him.