#pissethoff

@pissethoff / @inherlikeness

Hello! I hope you don’t mind me collating this into a single post because I would end up writing up answers with a lot of overlap in the process.

(Also I read your guys’ apps, got very intrigued, and then proceeded to catch up to The Promised Neverland in a single day, Thanks for giving me a new story to get into! In return I’d like to recommend 7Seeds by Yumi Tamura because I feel like the manga’s current arc will resemble that series.)

But yes, I am very fascinated on how the general premise and the means they have decided to conquer that premise can translate into similarities between them - having to rely on their own wits and tactics in order to defeat a society that oppresses their life and freedom.

I first thought that Norman was more similar to Goro due to his amicable demeanor, but Goro’s a bit more cynical and then when Ray revealed that he’s been plotting a six, maybe twelve year long plan for freedom that doesn’t exactly involve helping himself in the process I had to reevaluate my conclusion, haha.

I think if they ever get to be friends - which would take a while, because all three of them are generally distrusting of strangers - Goro would treat them as intellectual equals despite their age. He would enjoy having company over people he can throw his theories regarding the city about, or just have a good match of chess with play with.

      ‘Well, regardless -- what I’m trying to get at, is that you shouldn’t be out scavenging for fragments. Or be out at all.’

“Let’s not worry about figuring out a way out of here today, okay?” They might not have the opportunity to celebrate together like this again. And even if it wasn’t his “real” birthday, it would be the first time Ray could celebrate without seeing it as another turn of the clock ticking down to their deaths. Even if not everything was quite as he’d like it to be, Norman wouldn’t give it up for the world. “I have some ideas, but is there anything you’d like to do today, birthday boy?”

A kid at the library is nothing unusual. Hanzo saw teens and even schoolchildren in the building often. He normally scowled upon their arrival - generally, they were rather noisy, not caring to control their volume or behavior.

However, this dark-haired boy was silently curled up in a plush armchair, a rather wide book propped up on his knees. He seemed to be deeply invested in what he was reading, as he didn’t seem to notice that Hanzo had walked past him and taken the armchair adjacent. It was not like Hanzo wished to garner his attention - let the boy be.

                            “Oh! Hey there! I think you dropped this.”

I made her cry.

... He couldn’t do anything about it now. So he dragged himself up to start the day instead, determined not to let on that anything had changed. Realistically, nothing had changed. What difference did memories make? But despite his decision not to burden Ray with it (dealing with all that had happened once was bad enough), Norman still made it a point to spend time with the other, savoring what reassurance his presence offered.

Which had translated to going to get pizza for lunch. It always excited him to try new things with his brother. Besides, he wanted to discuss the lay of the figurative land with him, and the individuals they’d met who could help or hurt them.

“He really has been more than helpful,” Norman was saying on the way. Archer was the primary invaluable asset that he had, and a likely ally, as he’d just explained to Ray. “I still think you should get to know your Servant,” he added, eyeing his brother. Ray’s reaction to such suggestions and the very notion of trusting anyone else kind of amused him...as long as he didn’t think about why he was like that. Norman wouldn’t push the issue, despite how helpful he felt another Servant would be. It wasn’t like he fully trusted them, either.

He would have said more, if not for catching sight of something that halted him in his tracks. Through the pedestrians crowded at the crosswalk ahead, he glimpsed wild red hair. Familiar red hair. His heart stopped. It had to be a hallucination, or a trick of his eyes, but he knew what she looked like, and... No, it had to be -- it had to be because of his regained memories. Or something. He willed away the desperate, intangible hand suddenly clutching his throat. She wasn’t here; he’d likely never see her again -- he’d accepted that reality, no matter how hard it was to live with.

But still he found himself breaking into a jog, conversation forgotten. He pushed through to the curb and tried to see through the people at the other side, wanting to call her name, just to see, but holding his tongue because he had to be wrong. The voice had said that their loved ones were here, but...he didn’t dare to hope, to let himself hope. The traffic light changed, he crossed, and --

She peered through a store window like a curious child, bright-eyed and safe and alive. Real, so far as he could tell. There was no reason his mind would hallucinate her with a bandage over her ear. She’s... She’s okay. She’s okay! His eyes began to sting as he stood, speechless, for a moment. The suffocating feeling rising like a flood in his lungs didn’t keep him from bursting out, “Emma!” He started to reach toward her, then hesitated. The last time she’d seen him, he... How long had it been, for her? Months, like Ray? How would she react...?

He tried to hold onto his composure, though emotion was thick in his voice. Better to give her the chance to process what she was seeing, regardless of his relief, his need to reach out, to reassure himself she was real. It took all he had not to grab her in his arms and pull her to his chest, every muscle taut with emotion that had nowhere to go.

But nothing could keep the smile off his face, nor did he want to. “You’re here... You’re okay.” The mantra reverberated in his head over and over, a desperate reassurance to himself as much as anything else. It didn’t keep him from trembling.

”Oh, I see now.”

Reigen announced loudly to the kid he was standing next to. He was quite obviously trying to get his attention, since they were the only two people standing on the street in front of what looked to be an abandoned building. 

“Yes definitely, this building is giving off a strong psychic energy.”

Reigen continued to talk, apparently he was not going to leave the poor innocent little child alone. His performance escalated as he suddenly and dramatically grabbed onto his forehead, wrestling with what seemed to be some invisible force contained in his head that slowly spread out through his whole body as he threw it back and forth before suddenly stopping. 

“I have no choice but the exorcise this building, begone!”

He clapped his hands, and... nothing happened. 

“There, I have cleansed this building of all of it’s evil energies. Be sure to tell your friends that the great Psychic Detective Reigen Arataka is currently hiring for magic consultance in this strange city.”

MAX IS SO BAD WITH KIDS...bad both in that she’s completely and utterly weak when it comes to them, no matter how calm and mature she tries to look, and she always underestimates them. She was never around any children her age for a long time so she doesn’t expect them to have grown up the way she has and has difficulty relating to them, especially if they’re younger.