#veranderung

Nehme dein Schicksal selbst in deine Hand

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“All this and more I vow. So mote it be, so mote it be.”

The words rang in the room around them. They slid over the burnished banisters, brushed the ornately decorated walls before echoing back at him, quieter than he’d spoken them. Beside him, in its sheath, Caliburn was silent.

“Arthur Auguste Angel,” the man in front of him said, when the ringing echo faded into nothing more than memory, “do you swear to fulfill, to the best of your ability and judgment, the covenant laid before you in your new office?”

“I do,” said Angel. He’d been nervous when he’d first stepped into the room, old clothes freshly dry-cleaned and hanging in a way that was unfamiliar, after several months in a skirt and button-down shirt. Now, though, the clothes were comforting, empowering. Angel felt calm spread through him, sink down to the very core of him. It both anchored him to reality, and left him feeling as though he were floating through the ceremony.

The man held out a hand. The back of it arched gracefully in the air; his robes shifted nearly soundlessly. “Your sword, please.”

No words were needed. Angel, without moving from his position, reached down to slowly unsheathe Caliburn. Blessedly, the sword did not speak. Angel slid the fingers of his left hand down the flat of the blade, then held it up to the Grigori representative. He bowed his head.

He was prepared for Caliburn to be taken from him, and yet he still nearly jumped when all of the sudden, its weight was lifted from his hands. The Grigori representative was so quiet as to be unnerving. Unearthly, almost. Perhaps even divine. Angel shivered at the thought.

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“I’m sorry,” Okumura said, voice thick. “I don’t want to do this.”

“Do what?” Ryuuji said. “Don’t do anything stupid, or I swear I’ll turn around and kill you myself!”

“What are you doing, demon?” Angel bit out. He didn’t want to hurt Suguro, but he might have to if he didn’t get out of the goddamn way. “Move, Esquire!”

“Fuck you!”

“It’s not enough,” Okumura said. “I can’t do enough with what I have. I’m sorry. Su—Ryuuji. If I lose control—”

Ryuuji finally turned around, curses on the tip of his tongue. Angel took the opportunity to dart to the side, earth sliding under his shoes as he dug in to stop his momentum and channel it forward. Okumura Rin, tears streaming down his face, eyes rimmed red, held the hilt of his sword in one hand and the scabbard in the other. Angel fumbled, hesitated for a split second in the face of somebody completely devastated.

“Let him kill me.”

it’s a christmas miracle in september yall i actually updated for the first time in two years

BAM it’s still on ff.net, sorry no link for ao3 because it’s not there yet, have a preview on tumblr

Angelina caught him by the upper arm. Takumi looked up at her, thanks just behind his teeth, when he saw the expression on her face. The sound died in his mouth before it could even start to take shape. Her jaw clenched, she turned back to the Doctor now behind them.

“Hisoragi will need to evacuate,” she said, a note of command in her voice. “He is clearly not well enough to remain on the field of battle. Should he need to or prove well enough to help, set him up on the outskirts of the medical camps doing work that does not require high levels of mobility.”

“I—what? Miss, you need to—”

Angelina-chan reached up and tugged the elastic holding her hair up free. It fell down, and she carded her fingers through it to reduce the bump left by the ponytail. “I will be aiding in the efforts to bring down the demon,” she said as she hiked her shirt and jacket up, hands behind her back and holy shit she was ripped. Takumi could only dream about having those abs, because with his stature and current exercise plan there was no way he was ever going to be able to get anywhere close to that. “I presume the Paladin or another person in charge is somewhere at the front, under what used to be covered by the barrier?”

“Miss, what on earth are you doing?” The Doctor hissed, their face bright red.

“...Do not question why I am here or how. Now tell me, is there somebody in charge at the front that I may talk to?”

I would love to continue it! I actually recently went through what I wrote for the next chapter about a year ago and fixed it up.

The problem, my friends, is that I’m teaching English as a second language abroad. And being abroad, I didn’t bring my AnE volumes. And VA being what VA is, I haven’t strayed far enough from canon that I can go without having that script. Can I get the script online? Yes. Yes I can. But I also find myself really not wanting to. It’s more a mental block than anything, but it’s there.

Im heutigen Post gehen wir noch einmal näher auf die Verbindung von Wissen und Herrschaft im Kolonialismus ein. Dabei lernen wir die Idee von Edward Said und Stuart Hall kennen.