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BTS: Further into the Heavens

Hello and good evening, my lovely readers!

I wanted to get this thing done last night, but since Yolanda's being irritating, the power went out and I had to listen to rains last night. When we got power back, I didn't feel like writing anymore and just finished the thingy today.

So, the short.

It's confusing - even for me - because we don't know why the hell the Prat is in the Heavens and the Further. Before we go on, I'll just remind you guys what those places and who the people were.

The Heavens is the Parallel World of Megan Alando. Eri Kaminari is the Heaven's Arzen Venura.

The Further is the Parallel World of Janica Ayade. Eri Ergen is the Further's Arzen Venura.

So, we have a common factor - the Prat (AKA Mathias Gletscher) went to the Further and the Heavens just to talk to the world's Arzens. He went there for purely one reason: to ask about the emotional and mental condition of Arzen Venura, who he is looking after in the Mortal Realm. Kaminari even asked why he was asking, since he was her 'watcher'.

Well.

Even though he's been watching over her for some time, I don't think Arzen would spill out her feelings to him like she would do to a journal. And he can't read minds. He's not the Watcher. So he has to interpret and carefully analyze her feelings and actions, which is hard because he can't really tell how she feels most of the time. So he's frustrated and confused, even convinced that something's going on.

So he goes to Eri Kaminari and Eri Ergen for answers.

Now, another question - why those two when the short takes place in their Junior Year?

First reason: Since TSP: Arturia is currently going on and Eri Harlequin, Mitarion's Arzen Venura, only showed up in a few chapters so far...I don't quite know how to write her yet.

Second reason: he had already gone and met Eri Kaminari (for reasons). Additionally, Arzen had told him way before that she was somehow able to get in touch with two other parallels. Based on the information she had given him about her Freshman year, he had deduced that the parallels belonged to the worlds of Megan Alando and Janica Ayade. (Megan because Arzen might have told Mathias that even Megan was heavily affected, and Janica because she was a newcomer to the group and might have felt overwhelmed with that was currently happening.)

Now, Kaminari-san mentions that she had already encountered him before.

It's possible that after telling him about this, Mathias traveled to the Heavens just to check up on Eri Kaminari.

Why not ask Blitz about Arzen?

I don't think Blitz would even give him a hint. Like Ergen, she would most likely tell him to find out himself.

So conclusion: something is going on with Arzen, and Mathias needs to get clues. Sadly, he doesn't get any because her Parallels refuse to tell him anything.

Friendly reminder that this short is pure headcanon! Some things in this thingy contradict actual Shoujo Canon about Mathias Gletscher. So it's very likely that this never happened at all woohoo. 

That's all for tonight's BTS~ I'll add some more bits and facts if I have to, or when I realize 'wait I should have added this. Oh well, to the BTS file!'

Further into the Heavens

“So, you’ve redeemed yourself?”

The white-winged angel snickered and shot an emerald-colored behind her, hearing as it swished in the air. She really didn’t expect for it to hit the person and heard him catch it smoothly, a small smirk coming to her lips as she turned around, arms folded over her chest and looking bemusedly at the man who stood in front of her, her dagger shooting out small electrical sparks at the tip and the emerald glowing a vivid, electric green.

“I guess you can say that.” Eri Kaminari’s wings gave the slightest flutter and she walked to him, soon snatching the dagger out of the man’s hands. “Judging by the state of my wings, all is well. Weirdly enough, I was getting used to the blackness blending in with the night. Could have stabbed Puro to death and say that it was for the better of the Heavens,” she muttered.

“Puro? The one who-”

“Traumatized and victimized the Queen of the Heavens, yes.” She waved a hand dismissively. “It’s all over now. Celeste is back on her feet and ruling, Cissa had recently gotten her wings back and it’s all okay up here. I have to admit, it was fun being the Queen’s lapdog.”

He had expected for her tone to be bitter and sarcastic, but was surprised at how thoughtful tone. The last time Mathias Gletscher had heard, Eri Kaminari was more on the sarcastic, snarky side of the spectrum. “But you’re not necessarily still on the job, are you?”

“I am sometimes.” She gave a shrug. “But we mostly take shifts. Arturia and Andi spend time with her the most. If any of the two can’t over, it’s usually me or Amaya. We don’t want anyone giving her problems, you know. Or they’ll end up with some messed up enchantment to the heart and banishment straight to Hell.”

She paused and fiddled with her dagger, walking to a nearby bench and sitting down. The man did likewise, sitting next to her. “Amaya Cielo brought back my wings a couple of weeks ago. To think I remembered so little about that happening…” the thought lingered. “But whatever. What matters is that Cissa and I aren’t considered Undesirable Angels because of what we did, and that the Court of the Heavens is on another case. Poor bastard.”

He glanced at her. The Lightning Angel was merely looking up at the sky, her white wings fluttering about. She didn’t even look annoyed, irritated or bitter. She just looked…normal. In deep thought.

“So, how were you able to get here without the other angels hounding you?”

“I have my ways.” She rolled her eyes at his reply. “I’m not the only one with a disguise, Kaminari. I could have black wings and no one would notice.”

The look on her face changed.

“I guess that’s true. But hell. You need to leave soon, before anyone catches me talking to you. The Heavens might rip my wings apart once they see a non-Angel in here.”

“I just wanted to ask one question, Kaminari. Then I’ll be off.”

“Ask it.”

He looked right at her.

“Is she okay?”

At first, the long-haired angel snorted.

“What a question. Aren’t you supposed to know, faux-Watcher? You’re the one looking after Arzen Venura, after all.”

“I’m just her watcher,” he argued. “I can’t necessarily break into her head and feel how she feels.”

“How sad for you.”

The lady stood up, brushing the dirt and such off the skirt of her silk green dress.

“If you must know, Megan sees her as alright. Now leave before I send you back myself.”

Happy 5000 Views!

Hey hey hey guys! Sembreak ended two days ago, and I came home from school to see that I had somehow (haha) hit 5000 views! :D This is really awesome - I mean, I'm halfway to 10,000 and seriously, that is a freaking lot of people checking the blog out. I'm still pretty shocked to see that somehow, this little blog of mine has reached 5000.

For this little graphic, well. It's a spoiler in its own little way. But never mind that!

Thank you all so, so much for checking this blog out, even if it's just for one time. I've not no hard feelings, I swear. Stick around - whether you're a new reader or not. 

I know I haven't been posting as much compared to months ago, but Junior year's starting to get stressful (yet again). Hopefully, I can make up for it when the days aren't as hard. Most likely, I won't be that busy during Christmas break (which is still so far away).

But I've got a few things under my sleeve, a couple of graphics, shorts and a few reviews to work on. I've been writing this Noli Me Tangere babble-ponder thing, and I hope I get to finish it soon - I'd love to post it here. 

That's all for the night! Thank you once again for helping me reach this number (FIVE THOUSAND!!!one!!one) and see you all soon! :) 

Adonis' "Maia" Bird

If I had a cent for each time I called that bastard ‘Adonis’, Maia Gletscher thought with a scowl, I’d be able to buy myself an upgrade for my weapon. Keep flirting, asshole. Keep flirting.  Electric green eyes landed on Mirko Erde, who charmed his way through a throng of admirers who came from various classrooms just to see him in Room A08. Maia looked away when one of the admirers saw her glaring, and the girl released a high-pitched giggle in the air that made her skin crawl.  I hate that stupid cow and her babbling bunch of idiots.

“We have to go now, Mirko,” the girl pouted, leaning in closely and not noticing the young man flinch, “we have training in a few minutes. Being late would get on our personal record.”

“Better go and leave, then,” he replied. The group of girls giggled collectively and rushed out of the classroom, the raven-haired male releasing a sigh of relief. Finally. He thought they’d never leave. Mirko’s sharp topaz eyes caught sight of Maia, who was taking out her pad for the lesson and smiled, walking over to the chair in front of her and sitting on it, watching her.

Maia could only glance up with a raised brow. “What do you want, Adonis?”

“I just wanted to say hi to the charming little ginger,” he answered. “And take this seat.”

Her eye twitched. “I’m not charming nor am I little.” A frown passed her lips, “Someone was already sitting there, Mirko. Don’t be rude.”

Mirko merely shrugged. “Hey, it’s a free world. It’s not like the prof assigns seats anyway. And the temporary owner isn’t sitting on it, so I’m taking possession.”

“Whatever. Do what you want, I won’t stop you.” She turned back to her pad, swiping the screen and quickly reading over the previous day’s notes. “Better go reread your notes, Golden Boy. No one wants the Wonder Erde to fail a possibly surprise quiz that could affect whether we would go through Initiation or not.”

He laughed into the air, making her roll her eyes. Confident bastard. “Sadly for you, I already studied the night before, dear Maia. Special abilities of the Earth and Sky, hm?”

“How could I forget that you’re a living example of such prime wonders?” Maia had nothing against Mirko’s parents – Amaya Himmel and Arthur Erde – it was their son that was a prick. “Who knows, they might make you fly in today’s lesson while making a mountain rise.”

“Nothing compared to shooting out electrically-charged daggers of ice.”

For some reason, that comment made her flush a light red.

“Shut up, you know that isn’t possible.”

“Maybe it is. Mom and dad were just discussing the topic over dinner last night. Through the years, the genetic code of Technikans might have shifted. Who knows if it might shift again in the near future?”

She let herself smirk.

“If that’s so, then I may have the ability to kick your ass one day, even with your fancy Earth-Sky mix, Adonis. Better look out for that.”

Mirko was about to throw out a reply, but their professor entered the room and all was silent. As he turned to face the front, he could feel Maia’s success at winning the ‘argument’ radiating throughout.

Ari Reviews: The Divergent Trilogy

Hello and good morning, dear readers!

So a week ago, I just finished the final book of the Divergent Trilogy (by Veronica Roth), entitled Allegiant. Aside from the fact that I’m a blubbering pool of tears, I really wanted to make a review for all three books, and not just Allegiant because that would be weird…so let’s get moving!

Read more is there! Spoilers for Divergent and Insurgent will be kept to a minimum, but I’ll be discussing the ending of Allegiant. So please, do skip that part if you don’t wish to see it. Don’t worry, the spoilers will be in small text so if you’re done with Allegiant, you can just copy-paste the text into the document and read how I feel about it.

Mizpah

Matt had never known his true parents. As he had told A one day in the small, warm café, he was abandoned by Wammy’s as an infant and grew up with Wammy as his parental figure and the other children as his siblings. Due to this, the man never had problems talking about his back story, since it was all Winchester and intelligence.

He had earlier learned though, that A had a much different story. A small sigh left his lips. Brought to Wammy’s at five because of their death, attachment still there. In fact, it still remained. He sometimes came across her staring longingly at a worn-out picture inside a wooden frame, no words spoken and no tears leaving her eyes. She would remain still and would just look and look, until the feelings would pass and the picture would be kept away in her bedside table.

The ginger recalled her showing him the picture. Her mother, a German, looked just like her – except for the hair color. A had explained with a small chuckle later on, that she had inherited her father’s traits as compensation. Matt could almost imagine it – a blonde woman and a raven-haired man raising their only daughter in a two-story home over at Winchester, and the little girl would watch her mother play the piano everyday. Her last fond memory of them was the picnic by the wood, and a few days after that, she never really saw the wood again.

Nor did she see her parents’ house.

Or her parents.

Until, that was, a two years or so ago. Their first trip back to Winchester as a couple (though it really was for investigation purposes, Matt tagged along so she wouldn’t be alone) and her glimpse of the cemetery brought back not-so-nice memories she didn’t want to revisit just yet.

They weren’t able to go to said cemetery, needless to say.

It was 2013 and Matt was right next to her, holding her hand as she gazed forlornly at the graves of her parents. Jonathan Maxwell and Elizabeth Meyer, they read. He looked at her and she quietly asked for him to let go of her hand, which he did. At that, she sat on the grass and stayed quiet, he merely standing and holding the bouquet of white roses that they had bought earlier on. He reminisced on the trip; they were travelling all over Britain and their last stop was Winchester. He had taken her to Manchester and to Scotland, even to Wales. But she had requested for them to last visit their hometown – as she had business to deal with.

He had thought she meant work and allowed her, but it wasn’t of the sort, but it turns out she meant other things. Looking down at her, he eventually sat next to her, side-by-side and quietly gazing at the grey graves surrounded by bushes, trees and the sort.

Blue eyes looked up as he felt the roses being taken away. Her shaky hands took the bouquet from his grip and she laid them down on the soft soil, her eyes not quite meeting his, mouth not moving and no sound leaving her. She was thinking hard and she wanted to say so much, but she couldn’t comprehend nor articulate what she wanted to say. It was hard, he agreed silently, to talk to people who you haven’t really communicated with for years. For her case, it was around sixteen years and countries apart.