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Miki's Race

Little is known about Miki's race. The race bears close resemblance to the likes of Sayains and Humans, with the difference in physical appearance being minimal. There are however several key differences that separate Miki's race from the others.

The most notable trait of Miki's Race is their astounding durability. They appear to be able to withstand significantly more punishment than other races, being able to survive wounds that would even eliminate a Sayian. Though durable, Miki's Race is not indestructible. They do not possess the ability to regenerate limbs on their own and can still be killed with a single well places attack to a vital area, such as the heart or brain. Miki owes her life to her race's durability, as she was able to survive constant beating from Frieza over the course of several years. At the same time, her race's durability resulted in years of torture, as Frieza took a liking to Miki for the fact that she didn't "break as easily" as other abductees Frieza used as punching bag.

Another prominent feature of Miki's race is that the species appears to age at a different rate than both humans and Sayians. Miki was a child of ten years when she was abducted from her father's ship. By the time Miki learned of Frieza's defeat on Namik, thirty years has passed, but Miki had only appeared to of aged ten years. Many speculate as to why Miki's race ages in this strange manner, but developing quickly and staying young longer is certainly advantageous for the species.

Miki's Race also show a unique mimicry ability. It appears that the race can imitate techniques simply through observation, though more often than not the mimic version of the technique is imperfect, and formal training is required to truly master the ability. Miki had built most of her moveset upon the basic Death Beam attack, which she copied from Frieza and attempted to assassinate the PTO tyrant. Unfortunately Miki's Death Beam did little damage to Frieza, only angering him. Miki has also observed the Instant Transmission ability of the Yardart species, mimicking and achieving an imperfect version of the ability.
Distraction

Charlie looks away from her screen at the rap at her office door, breaks into a grin she hopes isn't too dopey.

"May I trouble you for a moment of your time, Mrs Jones?" asks Jackson, leaning on the frame.

"That's 'Mrs Darling' to you," Charlie sniffs. "What are you doing here?"

"Network's down so the chief gave us the afternoon off." Steps inside. "Thought I'd drop by since this is /**totally** not on my way home."

Charlie's eyebrow arches the tiniest bit.

Jackson closes the door. "'sides, you gave me a challenge."

The lock clicks.

"And what would that be?" Charlie leans back, crosses her arms.

Jackson strolls past the desk, drops his messenger bag on the floor, lowers the first panel of blinds. "You said my presence at your place of employment wouldn't be distracting."

She pivots to watch him. "And how do you plan to change that?"

"I have a few ideas." Lowers the other set of blinds.

"Do you now." Charlie rises to her feet.

Jackson smirks, retrieves a towel from his satchel, steps very, very, /**very** close.

Charlie's heart flutters.

He wraps his arms around her waist, kisses along her jaw, nips at her throat.

She whimpers, feels his pulse jump as she kisses his neck.

"Place is a little sparse," he murmurs against her ear. "Desk or rug?"

"Both," purrs Charlie, setting to work on his belt.

He undoes the buttons of her shirt. "/**Excellent** idea, mon amour."

After the floor and a few frightening moments with the swivel chair, Charlie perches on the edge of her desk, fingers caught in Jackson's hair, smothering a squeal with her other hand.

Jackson pulls back, pillows his head against her thigh. "Distracting enough for you, Mrs Jones?" he hums.

"Think you need to prove this isn't a one-off thing, Mr Darling," she puffs.

He snorts. "That can be arranged." He eases Charlie and the towel into his lap.

She pools against him, nuzzles his chest.

He tucks her under his chin.

Charlie's phone buzzes.

**Jewelz:** DEADLINES.

**Jewelz:** STOP WITH THE SMOOCHES.

Jackson snickers into her hair.

Charlie pointedly returns her phone to her desk and glowers at it.

Jackson kisses her crown. "Career people. No time for fun." He heaves a long-suffering sigh.

Charlie rolls her eyes, reaches for her panties and trousers.

Jackson grins, snags his jumper.

"Fix your hair."

"Wha—? What's wrong with it?" He peers at his reflection on the computer screen.

"It looks," Charlie crowds him against the door, "like someone's been running their hands through it—" She does just that. "—and tugging it 'cause you're not going where they want you to." She does just that, and so does he, so she goes on her toes and kisses him deeply.

When they finally break, Jackson says, "I happen to think it's a very nice hairstyle."

Charlie does, too, pokes it more or less into shape anyway.

"Better?" asks Jackson.

"No," Charlie grins, unlocks the door. "Off with you."

"Yes, ma'am." Jackson heads out. "Dinner?"

"I'll be late."
"Good."
Jacket and Tie

## Meta

**Timing:** a few days before Indiana Darling's full-blown wedding celebration

**Setting:** The Rental

## Text

Jackson sets the bowl of chopped onion on the counter, feeling quite accomplished. All the ingredients for dinner are ready and there's no blood—

The doorbell rings.

"I got it!" he hollers to Derek and races to the front door.

Checks the peephole and there's a small Asian person with pink hair on the stoop?

Jackson shakes his head, checks again.

Still there.

He opens the door.

"Hey. I'm Blossom, she-her-hers," greets the person. "I'm here to pick up Logan's outfit for the party."

Jackson gets his mouth in gear. "/**You're** Blossom?"

"That a problem?"

Is she judging him?

"No! Not at all!" Jackson rubs his neck. "You're just, umm, not what I was expecting from a friend of Logan's."

"Ah. Of course."

Yup, she's /**definitely** judging him.

"C'min, please." He steps back, gestures Blossom inside. "I'm Jackson, by the way. He-him-his."

"It's a pleasure." She glides past him, stops on the rug.

Jackson slinks by, opens the closet, retrieves a garment bag. "Jacket, shirt, trousers, tie. We're about the same size, so it should fit him alright." Offers it.

Blossom accepts with a warm smile, drapes it over her shoulder. "Cool. This'll be fun."

"Wha?"

She grins mischievously. "I've always kinda wondered how he'd look dressed like a respectable person."

Jackson snorks. "Yea, can't think of the last time he wore a tie. I probably had to hold him down while Nanny did the knot." Glances over. "Think you can handle him?"

"/**Totally.**" Her eyes glint. She goes up on tiptoe—

Jackson leans closer.

—whispers, "I know where he's ticklish."

Jackson blinks. "A taser might be a smarter option. Seriously. A tickled Logan is /**bloodthirsty**. I've got the scar—"

"Don't worry about me. I doubt it'll come to that." Bobs her head toward the clothes. "Thanks for these. I'll make sure he shows up at the right place and time wearing 'em."

Jackson bows. "I leave it in your capable hands, then." Smiles up through his lashes. "Really, thanks for this. It means a lot to have him there."

"No problem."

Jackson gets the door.

Blossom steps out. "See you Saturday."

"See you then!"

Blossom waves, skips down the steps, strolls off.

Jackson watches her until she disappears around a corner, then takes himself back inside and locks up. Blinks at the door a moment, whirls, dashes to the foot of the stairs. "Derek!"

Derek skids into view at the top. "What's up, Jack?"

"Logan's plus-one is a real, live person! I just talked to /**her**! Face-to-face! I don't be/**lieve** it!"

Derek rubs the back of his neck. "Guess we owe Nanny dinner."

Jackson deflates, sighs, "Yea, we do." Brightens. "There's this sushi—"

"Ugh. Not sushi."

"Aww ...."
Isuka vs Miki

## Encounter

A familiar chill fell upon Miki as her foot set down upon the bed of dead moss that shelled the small planet. Frieza Planet 162 was the rock's official designation, the name given by the former inhabitants unfortunately lost in history. Miki had visited dozens of the planets conquered by the former Emperor of the Galaxy, but the eerie felling of setting food on the site of a genocide engulfed Miki every time. This moss covered planet was however her best option for rest.

Slipping a small cube out form underneath her belt, Miki tossed it onto the ground at her feet. A puff of white smoke followed, revealing a short rectangular bed once it cleared. The device had served Miki well over the years, allowing her to carry a comfortable place to sleep with her at all times. From what she knew, the technology was a copy of something developed on Earth, which she had yet to visit for herself. Unable to sleep Miki simply sat on the edge of the bed and began tossing small blasts of ki from her fingers into the air, creating a sort of amateur fireworks display in the dark sky.

As Isuka was flying through the night, He saw little ki fireworks, wanting to see where it was coming from. He saw a woman near a bed, And flew over there.

Sensing a rapidly approaching power level, Miki sprung to her feet, cursing herself for being so careless. Mere seconds after she had sense the power level, a human-type creature appeared in the night sky, a powerful aura surrounding his body.

"This rock is already taken." Miki shouted. "Beat it, before I beat you." "Sorry, But i'm gonna have to ask you to stop firing ki fireworks."
Keikei Hoshihou

Keikei Hoshihou is a powerful, signature Ki blast technique created by Suuteeki.

## Overview

Inspired by the neverending pulses that emit from the star of her home galaxy, Suuteeki began the process of creating a powerful ki blast meant to mimic the majestic glow of the Pulsar's radioactive beams. By focusing her ki in a large ball, she condenses it, increasing its density greatly. Once at the size of a pea, she releases it. The instant release of all that condensed energy releases a beam so powerful, it splits into a cross twice just to vent off the excess energy, and actually turns the air around the crossed points to shards of glass. The beam, when making contact with an object or person, goes through it without any resistance due to both its speed and incredible density. Above this, it's highly radioactive, fueled by Suuteeki's equally radioactive Ki.
Николуиджи

**Николуиджи**- Персонаж игр названых в честь его брата-Николарио Одет в голубые (в прямом смысле) штаны, зелёный свитер, сшитый Никобабушкой, и футбольные недобутсы.

Любимое его занятие-быть в тени брата. Хотя в некоторых играх Николарио отрывает голову и играть надо за него, например: Николаево Поместье 2 Тёмный Николай.
Minekolay

**Minekolay** — игра-песочница Николай, в которой можно делать много различных Николаев, добывать Николаеву Руду и делать из них Николаевский Блок.

## Геймплей

В игре мы управляем за Стива Николая, который добывает деревья Николая и руду Николая, с помощью кирки Николая. По пути мы будем встречать различных мобов Николаев - Криперолай, Зомбилай, Скелетолай, Эндеролай, Гастолай и прочих.
Телеканал «Никольссия 1»

«Никольссия 1» (Ранее НТН (Никольссийское Телевидение Никольссии)) - один из главных двух телеканалов Никольссии. Начал вещать в 1991 году.
Заменил телеканал «ЦТ НСССР»

## Известные Передачи

```
Никольвести

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Хочешь лучшие новости? То тогда вам на этот телеканал. Сдесь новости с всего мира. Лучшии новости этого дня на этом на канале.
Isuka Mikakami

**Isuka Mikakami** (交喙・海佳神, *Isuka Mikakami*) is an warrior from the planet Earth. born to Trunks and Mai, he possesses Saiyan and Human blood.

# Story

Born to Trunks and Mai, Isuka was heavily spoiled by his grandmother, Bulma, and got tough love from his grandfather. Seeing an TV ad for the World Tournament, he asked Vegeta if he could shape him up in time for the tournament; to his surprise, Vegeta said yes, and Isuka went unforgiving, vigorous training. when Isuka would screw up, Vegeta often yelled at him; something that would get Isuka extremely mad, prompting Isuka to train harder. This proved useful, when Isuka turned Super Saiyan in the chamber. Vegeta, who was slightly impressed only pushed Isuka to train harder; by the time the Tournament came around, Isuka was very well prepared. he lasted until the last rounds, but lost. feeling extreme pressure to train harder, he returned to the Hyperbolic Chamber to train some more with Vegeta. by the time he was 19, he was being compared to Uub, a highly capable warrior. (WIP)
Super Nikolario Bros.

**Super Nikolario Bros.** — эпичная 8-битная игра, в главной роли которым является - Николарио. В игре в двоём ещё одному игроку будет дана возможность поиграть за брата Николарио - Николуиджи.

## Геймплей

Вы ходите по восьми различнм мирам Николаям, состоящих из блоков Николаев, в поисках принцессы Пичолая, которую похитил злобный ящер Николаузер. По пути, вы будете встречаться с различными врагами Николаями - Гумблоай, Куполай, Лакитулай, и т.д.

Уровни Николаи отличаются друг от друга по строению и тематике Николаю: есть наземниколаевые уровни, водниколаевые уровни, и т.д.
Nikolay Kombat

**Nikolay Kombat** — эпичный Николай-файтинг.

## Персонажи

* Скорпиолай
* Лю Канголай
* Кун Лаолай
* Саб-Зиролай
* Синделолай
* Эрмаколай
* Рептилиолай
* Китанолай
* Джони Кейджолай
* Джейдолай
* Милинолай
* Найтвульфолай
* Сайраксолай
* Нуб Сайботолай
* Смоуколай
* Секторолай
* Соня Блейдолай
* Джаксолай
* Канолай
* Страйколай
* Шан Тсунголай
* Баракалай
* Кабалолай
* Рейденолай
* Кибер-Саб Зиролай
* Шивалай
* Кван Чилай
* Рейнолай
* Кеншилай
* Скарлетолай
* Фредди Крюгеролай
* Кинтаролай
* Горолай
* Шаоканолай
Tsukishima

Afterimage Technique
Assault Rain
Buu Rocket
Electric Shock
Exploding Wave
Finger Beam
Flight
Instant Learning
Instant Transmission
Mystic Attack
Mystic Ball Attack
Neo Tri-Beam
Regeneration
Solar Wave
Trap Shooter
Wild Sense

**Tsukishima** is a traveling Majjn, who hails from an unknown planet. He is the crowned prince of a hidden civilization within the planet. Among the people of the empire, he is referred to as  **Prince Tsukishima** . He is truly supposed to be the king, but a false king is currently at the throne, due to the high council being corrupted and being responsible for the deaths of Tsukishima's Parents. Tsukishima is unaware of these circumstances, and is currently known as the  **Spitting Image of the King** and the **Majin of Prophecy**. Even though being raised within the empire's civilization, he is greatly aware of the outside planets.

He is the leader of the empire as whole, yet the imposters of his parents make all of the highly important decisions within the family. Due to his higher rank within the family, he has access to a small army, known as the **Protectors of the High Prince.** This small army, is his protection when he makes trips out of the kingdom.

Due to his parents' genetics, he is of the majin lineage which allows him to passively manipulate his body to suit himself. When he was younger, he'd be the loudest sound you'd hear within the cold silent nights of the kingdom. The overload of anger caused him to go from his usually quiet self as a baby, to a yelling angry child who easily put a hole in a stone wall with a punch.

Before his mothers death, she was famed for her usage of the Instant Transmission, which allowed her to teleport between large distances. Her famous usage was that she could teleport from one planet to the next. After she died, Tsukishima discovered a chest locked within her room right next to her will. Tsukishima opened the chest with ease. Inside he found a scroll. Within the scroll, he saw it was how to use his mother's famed technique. After he learned how to use it adequately the scroll disppeared into nothing, though somehow he remembered what it said inside perfectly.

Now, as the high prince, he is exploring the world along with his private army. He is also investigating the supposed king, who now has the throne of his kingdom.
Николарио

**Николарио** — главный Николай игр в названиях которых есть его имя. Знаменитая фраза: «It's Me - Nikolario!», которая запоминается своим пафосом. Николарио одет в Николаевские штаны, Николаевскую кофту, и Николаевские ботинки. Имеет брата-Николая - Николуиджи.

Любимым занятием Николарио является - спасение принцессы Пичолая из плена злобного ящера Николаузера. Вообщем, на этом любимом занятии и строится все игролаи - Пичолая - похищают, Николарио - спасает, и так каждую Николаеву игру.
Ледниковый Николай

**Ледниковый Николай** — первый фильм серии Лдениковый Николай, рассказывающий о Мамонте Николае, Ленивце Николае, и Саблезубом тигре Николае, которые решают вернуть маленького мальцика по имени Николай, назад к своим родителсям Николаям. Однако, на пути у них возникает множество преград и Николаев.

Также в фильме нам показывают хождения ещё одного персонажа - Белки Крысолая.
Castiton

**Castiton** is currently a movie-only character who is the overall resulting fusion of Saiyan Castitas, and Hitorigami Toneri, after harmonically preforming the Fusion Dance technique. His voice is a dual voice that contains both Castitas's and Toneri's voice actor's voices. He appeared during the Dragon Ball Z: Sacred Moon — Attack Of The Legendary Super Saiyan movie, when they two split warriors battled against Legendary Super Saiyan Broly.

## Trivia

* All of Castiton's images were drawn by co-author, Narianos.
Whatever the fuck this is

ey okay let me just say what this DELINQUINT did in madagascar 3 was fucking bullshit and should not be possible in any fisicly existing universe

i mean she jumps thru a WEALL how are you supposed to do that like wat the fuck and that prison scene whatbtea fuck and when she does that sliding move and picks up her motorcycle or whatevcer okay im just done i dont feel like talking about this anymore im done with you
A rant about the bathroom

UCKIGN BATHROOMSEMAN I SWEAR TO GOD WHY ARE THEY SO CLEAN AND ALSO SHINY AND MOST OF THE TIME WHITE I DONT GTE IT FUCKIGN GOD DAMN BULLSHIT FUCK JESSE EISENBERG MAN HE FUCKED OVER SPIDERMAN CRAZY WINKLEVOSS TWINS ROWING

TRENT RESIN OR DID THE SOUNDTRACK FUCK THAT GUY WHO THE FUCK INVENTED FACE BOOK

ALL I CAN THINK IS THE GUY WHO PLAYED THE GUY WHO INVENTED FACE BOOK WHO THE FUCK INVENTED FACEBOOK

MARK ZUCKERBERG
First

ey this is the first page

here is an idea

what if one time there was a ghost in the vents

and the people who live near the vents peed themselves from ghost

bcus ghost scarede them

but then the ghost is all like

nah man that aint me

it was actually satan

then satan shows up on his nuclear eagle best

and godzilla shows up to beat satan

godzilla wins

and every is happeo

thats mein idearoo

ey ill seeya later
Time and space bake a souffle Wikia

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## ey whats upe

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## ey heres what its about

this is for alot of things basically whatever i want

also ey heres the ruleos

1.no means

2.no NSFW (ok maybe nsfw but try to keep it subtle)

3.rape jokes are allowed though

4.try not to be super cereal about things bcus this wiki is for sillies

5.everyone is welcome so no argues

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Evaporated

The cry of a baby wafts by.

Charlie pedals harder, hits the driveway, and goes right for the front door, hanging inward and lock splintered[, an empty slipper on the mat,] and she can hear the babies crying from upstairs.

"Jackson?!"

But he's not here, she knows he's not here but—she sprints upstairs, into the nursery.

"Book, Book, sweetie—" Smooths sweat-soaked hair. "—I'm here."

Book sniffles.

"I'm gonna get Baby now, k?"

Book whimpers.

"I'll be /**right** back."

Book swallows, nods.

Charlie presses a kiss to a tiny, damp temple, forces herself away and Baby—! Cups the tinier face. "I'm here, darling, I'm here."

Baby leans closer.

Charlie swallows.

Bath running, phone, towels, change of clothes, Book in the tub, then Baby. She can do this.

"I will be right back," she promises.

Baby's mouth trembles.

"I promise."

Bath, phone, towels, clothes.

She draws away.

Baby sobs.

Bath, phone, towels, clothes.

Baby cries out.

Charlie runs to the washroom, yanks the bathtub faucet as hot as it can go.

Baby wails.

Slings Baby's basin from under the sink into the tub.

Baby screams.

Charlie scrambles to the master bedroom.

Phonephonephonephone—PHONE!

Headset from the drawer.

Snatches them up—

Baby sobs.

—runs back to the washroom, makes sure to /**place** them on the counter.

Towels. Towels from the linen closet.

Book's crying.

Towels on the floor by the heat vent.

Clothes.

PJs?

Back to the nursery.

PJs.

Baby stutters.

PJs in the dresser.

Got PJs.

Back to the washroom—

Baby screams.

—next to the sink.

Book—water!

Check the water.

Just right.

Adjust faucet, plug drain.

Book. Get Book.

Sprints to the nursery.

Gather Book, sheets, cradle to chest.

Back to the washroom.

Book in tub, PJs and all, separate sheets.

"Stay sitting on your bum."

Book nods.

"Don't move. /**Please** don't move."

Book nods earnestly.

Charlie stands up, backs away until she can't see Book—

Gobackgobackgo—

Runs for the nursery.

Sweeps Baby into her arms— "I'm here, my darling." —without the sheet (it'll need a bath).

Baby blubbers into her neck.

"I'm here, I'm here."

Poor dear's soaked through.

"I'm sorry, my love."

She can see Book again, alive, breathing, not having moved an inch.

Charlie kneels on the mat, lays Baby in the basin.

"Underwear bath!" Book cheers weakly.

Charlie forces a smile, nods. "Underwear bath." Begins freeing Baby from the onesie.

"Smell icky."

"I'll help in just a second, okay?"

"Blocks?"

"Blocks. Good idea." Charlie twists around, drags the bucket from under the sink, and pours the colourful foam blocks into the tub.

Book cheers, starts sticking them to the walls.

"There you go," coos Charlie, easing off the onesie.

Baby makes unhappy sounds.
Birthday Present scraps

## A Discussion

(lacking in title)

Jackson emerges from the washroom in a cloud of steam with tense shoulders and tight eyes.

Charlie keeps packing clothes.

Jackson worries the tie of his housecoat.

“Will you toss me those socks, please?”

“Do you want to divorce me?”

Charlie looks at him.

Jackson takes a deep breath. “They’re using you and the beans against me.”

“And make Nanny your next-of-kin?”

Jackson nods.

“You wouldn’t be able to see the beans.”

Jackson nods, nods again, swallows. “I would rather not see them and know they’re safe than see them and know I’m putting them in trouble.” A shaky smile. “Besides, if there’s no contract between us, I don’t think they can legally come after you guys.”

“They can’t legally kidnap you, either.” [action break] "That's a lot of risk for Nanny, though."

"Yea."

"Would be hard not hearing from you."

Jackson nods.

"Derek--you could keep him updated, he's family so you could, but--"

"If they're using family as leverage...."

"Then we're back to square 'never knowing how you're doing'."
Complete Set

## Meta

**Timing:** the day after "Wilt", probaby 14 Oct 2023

**Setting:** DCaMP

## Text

The four new Uniforms Blossom picked up at the airport drag her down three identical hallways to an office and sit her in the lone visitor's chair without using any restraints.

The Suit behind the desk shuffles papers. "It's lovely to finally meet you, Miss Collocott."

Blossom raises—ish—an eyebrow—winces.

Presses the pads of their fingers together. "You've been on our, shall we say, 'wishlist'—along with Rangers Jones and Macrossan—since the three of you made your names in Sydney." Smirks. "It's good to finally have the complete set."

"Ranger school for me, then?" Blossom hopes she doesn't sound as relieved as she feels.

"Yes, but not as you're probably thinking. We're going to put your considerable intellectual skills to use, rather than just your physical ones." Leans back. "You'll be teaching combat strategy and tactics to cadets at the Jaeger Academy."

Blossom blinks. "Seriously?"

The Suit nods. "You'll begin work at the Academy at the start of the January semester. After we take care of a few minor things, you'll begin your training and the development of your curriculum." Reaches for their papers. "Any questions?"

Blossom shakes her head slowly. "No, not really."

"Good. Officers, please escort Miss Collocott to Medical."

"Medical ...?"

"We wouldn't want you collapsing halfway through the term, would we?" Smiles ... warmly? "It's merely a formality. I'm sure a young person such as yourself is in perfect health."

"Oh. Okay."

The Uniforms let Blossom stand on her own and ... shepherd? her along a few more identical halls to a brightly-painted receiving suite.

"You're here!" chirps a dark-skinned person in minty green scrubs. "We have a room /**all** ready for you!"

"Uh, thanks," says Blossom, following them into a neat room with big windows full of sunlight.

"There're fresh clothes in the chest. Get changed and we'll be right back to get a proper look at you!"

"Sure...?"

Minty beams. "Excellent. See you soon!"

Blossom watches them all but /**skip** out. "Okay, then." Opens the drawer and holds up her new outfit.

Lavender, shapeless, and soft.

She shrugs, gets to work on her jumpsuit, says to herself, "Gramma always said I should be a teacher ...."
Shintai

"*This is it, the full power of Shintai. Let's just say that me and you are going to be equal to each other now!*"
— Negi in "Duel Between Saiyans"

**Shintai** (真諦; lit. "Ultimate Truth") is a technique invented by Farfa, being taught to Jeora, and eventually Negi; but used mainly by Negi. Essentially, Shintai has multiple effects on the user. Shintai coats the user in a thick protective coat of *ki*, which allows them endure powerful offensive techniques, making them briefly invincible. Negi prefers to use Shintai than Super Saiyan, as Shintai requires less energy to activate. Secondly, it provides the user with an intense enhancement of the five primary senses, as well as adding a "sixth sense", giving the user the ability to "feel" whatever is happening around them in a 5 kilometer radius, this is later extended to 10 kilometers after Negi's training with Farfa.

## Variations

### Super Shintai

An enhanced version of Shintai, **Super Shintai** is the pinnacle of Shintai. Farfa was the only one who could master the technique. Negi can only use it in short bursts, and when used, it slightly lowers the effects of Shintai.
ANSK Characters

## Xiong

If Xiong were to accept the promotion, she would out-rank Nang too much for Nang to continue as her equerry and Xiong refused any equerry/aide-de-camp but Nang.

In the main 'verse, the PLA (people's liberation army) said "okay, we'll promote Nang". So Nang went from an OF-3 (or thereabouts) to an OF-7 in a week.  And also reassigned the actual SiC 'cause they were dumb (in Nang's opinion (Nang may have been temporarily conscripting people (Min) because the 'Dome had a skeleton staff, no roof, and 8 jets of people to organize (instead of the two they were promised), also Nang knew no one's name (except Min's) and the SiC said "You can't do that" and Nang went "I technically outrank you, you're questioning my decisions, please leave."))

In Turtles, the PLA said "okay, fine, we'll make someone else an OF-9" and promoted someone who was fine with whatever SiC/equerry they offered.

## Feng and Chao

Heh. Raleigh is definitely training with three very bored triplets. Possibly two novices, as well?

Here's the thing: Feng and Chao (and forgive me if I step on a toe) aren't obviously Ranger material. They're Drift Compatible, to be sure, very strong, and great fighters, but Liu wasn't looking for Rangers, he was looking people similar to the triplets in style onto whom the powers-that-be could map a Jaeger. He also had an in with the monastery which is how he found out about the Lins in the first place.

This PPDC would probably think to approach them, but i keep seeing the monastery (and the entire school) closing ranks and politely declining an audience. And Siqi's probably dropped a couple of hints in a couple of ears.

I have been thinking of it like this: the PPDC would think of a more organic fighting style on its own, but later than with the Weis' input. (I say 'organic' for want of a better single word to describe using arms, legs, and twisting instead of arms, toys, and bulk/brute strength). There's no need for a proto-Typhoon (or two) so Shaolin Rogue never built.

Aaaaah. Riiiiight. So in this world, the monastery says 'thanks, no thanks' and Chao and Feng earn their saffron robes and live long, peaceful lives. Excellent.

\*happy sigh\* Chao goes on to be a temple director and Feng is the right hand of a children's group.
New Faces

Dad's still rubbing sleep from his eyes as they walk into the daycare center at Dad's work and suddenly he's not sleepy, but smiling and waving to something behind Izzy.

Izzy turns and brightens.

Across the room! New faces!

Dad turns Izzy around, crouches, and gives him a hug and a kiss on the forehead. ::Mum will pick you up for lunch.::

Izzy and his sisters nod seriously.

::Be kind and have fun.::

::We will,:: promise Izzy and Anni.

Rika smiles and waves both hands.

Dad beams, straightens, and waves as he sets off.

Izzy takes Anni and Rika's hands, leads them over to the toddlers' area, carefully matching his steps to their shorter legs, and marches straight up to the new faces. "Hi!" he chirps.

Four of the new faces turn to look at him.

The tense one with the long, braided hair looks at Izzy's shirt and wrinkles their nose.

The tall person leaning on the wall nods in greeting, the third, smallest face (even smaller than Rika!) in their arms burrowing deeper to their shoulder.

"You're new here, ay?"

Four pairs of eyes blink in confusion.

The person in the jumper nods slightly; the kid on their hip, about Anni's size, sketches a shy wave.

"I'm Izzy, he-him-his—," tilts his head to his left "—and this is Anni—" tilts his head to his right "—and Rika, both she-her-hers. Happy to meet you!"

More blinking from the new faces.

Anni tugs him impatiently toward the blocks.

Rika plops down and starts pulling off her sandals.

"Wait, Rika," he pleads, hoists her up.

Anni, hand released, hares off.

"Uh, sorry, gottagobye!" Izzy jogs off in pursuit.

"Somebody's got their hands full," says one of the new people.
Juliet and Romeo

"That was an evening well spent," pronounces Juliet as Lily and Jackson's train pulls out of the station. "Lily and I are going to update our wardrobes on Saturday—"

Charlie rolls her eyes.

"—not that you care." She grabs Charlie's elbow and tows her down the sidewalk. "Time for a debriefing!"

"What?"

"There is much to discuss! Come! I require coffee!"

Charlie drags her feet.

"My treat?"

Charlie relents with a huff.

The bells over the coffee shop door jingle as Juliet opens it. "Get us a table. I'll get the drinks." She gives Charlie a gentle shove.

Charlie goes, flounces into a chair.

Juliet slides a mug of cocoa in front of Charlie, takes a sip of her latte—

Charlie squeaks happily at the marshmallows on top.

—snorts. "Ack!"

Charlie raises an eyebrow.

"Cream up my nose." She energetically rubs her upper lip and claims the other seat at the table.

Charlie sips, closes her eyes, hums.

Juliet takes another drink, sets the cup aside, stares intently at Charlie.

"What?"

"So that's Romeo?"

Charlie sighs, takes a drink.

"He's a looker."

Shrugs.

"Seriously. I'd tap that." Juliet takes another drink of coffee. "If you ever want a third—or fourth—let me know."

Charlie wrinkles her nose.

"You'd have beautiful kids together."

"Don't start planning a wedding," huffs Charlie.

Juliet grins. "You /**love** the attention—don't lie, I know you do. I see that smile of yours!"

Charlie rolls her eyes.

"I'm already working on the seating plan."

Charlie groans and hides her seedlet of a smile behind her mug.
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""Is this—""

Jackson jumps, twists a hundred-eighty degrees.

"—seat taken?"

"Uh, no?" he squeaks at the gorgeous blonde.[1] Clears his throat, drawls, "It's all yours."

"Thank you," says the blonde, settling regally into the seat next to his. "I'm Lily."

"Jack—" Swallows. "Jackson."

"Nice to meet you." Lily braces her elbows on the table, rests her chin on her hands, gazes at Jackson.

Judging by how hot his face feels, Jackson's pretty sure he's bright red and about to pass out. He ducks his head, rubs the back of his neck.

"You're in my art history class."

"I am?" Still squeaky, dammit.

"Mmhmm. You always sit exactly in the middle of the room and you draw starscapes when the professor starts droning."

Definitely scarlet now. "You saw that?"

Lily nods. "You paint beautifully."

Jackson puffs up a little. "Thanks."

"You know ... I've always wanted to be a model." Twirls a lock of hair around her finger. "Maybe you could paint me someday."

"My figure drawing kinda sucks," admits Jackson.

"Practice really does make perfect, you know." Lily leans closer. "You'll have to paint my portrait until you get it right."

"Are—" Blinks rapidly. "Are you /**hitting** on me?"

"Yes. Yes, I am." She grins. "Is that alright?"

"Yes?" croaks Jackson.

Lily laughs. "You're not sure?"

Jackson makes a choking noise.

"Can I take that as a 'yes, it's okay'?"

Jackson nods fervently.

"Then, let's get tea and talk art."

"O-okay." Shovels his books into his backpack, hops to his feet.

Lily links her arm with his, tows him from the library.

Jackson grins like a fool the whole way.

.

[1] Tumblr's only been around a year (almost exactly) when this happens, so Jackson's still assuming pronouns. XD
Eadith

Nguyen opens a Chữ nôm dictionary, takes out a burner phone, and dials a number.

""Hackett.""

"Eadith, it's Thomas. I heard you were going on a trip in [until when he has his meeting] days."

""I'm going on a trip?""

""Yes, because your son wants to and you'll do anything for him, especially when it comes to keeping him safe.""

A beat.

""Thomas, is everything okay?""

"Everything's fine; for how long, though, I can't say."

Another beat.

""When am I leaving on this trip?[""]

"{"}Let's say, nineteen-hundred hours?"

""Am I going anywhere in particular?""

"The Baltic sea is lovely this time of year."

""Of course! The Baltic sea. I hear the weather can't be beat.""

"Thank you, Eadith." Deep breath.

""You're welcome, Thomas.""

"I hope you have a lovely time."

""Take care, Thomas."" Pause. ""Good night.""

"Good night, Eadith."
Black Eye

## Meta

**Timing:** Within a few days of Jackson's second escape (FYI: Noah's fired or transferred the next morning, before he can talk to Jackson; yes, their flat's bugged)

**Setting:** Noah & Gennie's on-base flat.

## Text

Noah staggers through the door of the flat, crumples face-down onto the sofa, clamps a pillow over his head.

""That you, Rosie?""

"Mmf."

Footsteps.

Something tugs at the pillow.

He grunts, resists.

"Noah, gimme."

He relents.

The cushions dip under a slight weight.

"Bad day?" asks Gennie.

Noah whines.

"Aww ... what happened?"

Noah rolls onto his side. "Jackson—"

Gennie grabs his chin. "He hit you!"

Noah smiles sheepishly. "By accident." Shaky sigh. "He attacked two techs in the hall today. I caught an elbow helping Logan pull him off 'em." Shudders. "I'm better off than the techs /**or** Logan. Jackson slammed one tech hard enough they sent 'em for a scan at the trauma ward; broke the other's eye socket. And Logan's got some whacking great bruises on his ribs."

Gennie runs a gentle thumb over the angry bruise swelling under his eye. "That man is a /**monster**." Frowns. "Or just plain crazy."

"That's the weird thing, Gennie. I'm not sure he's either."

She raises an eyebrow.

"I mean, I know his medical history inside and out and I've heard all sorts of stories about how he attacks people out of the blue—"

"That's not what happened today?"

Noah shakes his head. "I was right behind him when it started. Those techs were talking about him and his wife." Swallows. "About how she's Indigenous and he shouldn't have married her."

Gennie bristles. "Oh."

"I'd 've hit 'em, too, if they'd said something like that about me and you." Smiles. "Probably look worse than I do now."

"So, he's not crazy; he overreacted?" Gennie looks skeptical.

"I think so." Touches—

Gennie pulls his hand away from his eye.

Another sheepish smile. "Everything crazy he's done in the last month has to do with his family. He runs away: he goes straight home. He picks a fight: someone said something hurtful or messed with them."

"Hmm." Gennie massages his shoulders.

"You should see him light up when he talks about his kids. It's the only time he looks happy."

"Hmm." Digs her fingers more deeply into his muscles.

"Something's not right with this."

Gennie drapes herself over him. "Besides the obvious?"

"Yea, besides the obvious." Noah sighs happily. "Maybe I'll ask about it tomorrow."
Australia's Future! (meta)

## Ranger Armour

Meanwhile, back at the photoshoot: Picture tiny suits of Ranger armor. "Australia's Future"

It's adorable ^u^ I feel, though, because the PPDC's supposed to be ending the war ASAP that may not be be way to go. May disturb the audience, too (images of child soldiers). There was a really cute picture in that vein of a Toronto Maple Leafs goalie's two kids each wearing a goalie pad-- the thing was the size of one daughter's legs put together! Maybe something like that?

Oooo. That's a good idea! Let me chuck that at the wall.

Awesome! And thank you!

## Names

Funny story about the names: I looked up a list of the 'most pretentious baby names' to find them. XD Wanted to make a point these folks are operating from a completely different universe and point of view than the Darling-Joneses with their completely nondescript names. And to find names that could be taken as gender-neutral. Sure, Mélisande technically isn't, but it's so uncommon it can probably pass.
Baby Darling-Jones

Charlie and Jackson's second child.

* **Full name:** TBD Darling-Jones
* **Pronouns:** TBD
* **Height:**
* **Build:**
* **Hair:** Black, curly; not exactly 'frizzy' curls, but not silky, either.
* **Eyes:** Green
* **Lifemate, Children:** N/A
* **Sibling(s):** Book, Jupiter
* **Parents:** Jackson Jones, Charlie Darling
* **Birthday:** 28 December 2021 (Sydney, NSW, Australia)
* **Language:** Australian English (mother tongue)
* **Ethnicity:**
* **Nicknames**
	+ Baby: Everyone
	+ Bean: Jackson, Charlie, Logan
* **Relationships:** Nanny (paternal great-grandmother), Logan (uncle), Derek (uncle), Andrea (caregiver), Izzy (friend), Anni (friend), Rika (friend), Fenna (friend), Pietr (adoptive uncle), Griet (adoptive aunt)
* **Special skills:**
* **Quirks:** mostly nonverbal
* **Distinguishing marks:** hair worn in a tuft on crown
Broadband

## Meta

Timing: After the PTBs figure out Logan may have had a hand in Blossom's escape from DCaMP

Setting: Sydney CDL

## Text

No Logan for three whole schools.

Baby hugs Baby's knees close, sends out as loud "sads" as Baby can.

A shadow.

Baby doesn't look up.

Fabric moving.

The grey with cloth hair says gently, "You miss your Logan."

Baby would slap the grey with cloth hair.

"Would you like to know why your Logan isn't here?"

Logan isn't Baby's, Logan is Logan's. Logan is Baby's Jacknlogan.

"Your Logan did a bad thing and isn't allowed outside anymore."

Stupid grey people.

"Maybe there's something you can do to change his boss's mind."

Baby looks up, digs fingernails into skin /*bad Baby*.

The grey with cloth hair doesn't look like the grey people've won, the grey person just looks kind.

Baby doesn't think for one heartbeat the grey with cloth hair's real.

Baby returns to sending out "sads".

"This'll be a fresh start for us. We won't try to scare you anymore." The grey with cloth hair smiles very kindly. "You don't have to worry about getting sick again."

Baby curls in more tightly.

"We don't want to hurt you, I promise. You won't even know you're not playing a game. Plus, you'll get your Logan back."

Baby really wants Jacknlogan back.

The grey with cloth hair gets ready to leave, offers a hand.

But they're grey people.

"Maybe tomorrow, then."

Baby sends out "sads".

The grey person leaves.

**Reception:** ****Broadband**** | Shortwave
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Jackson's mobile rings on a familiar number as soon as her drops his bag in his flat. "Hey, Lily," he sighs.

""How'd it go?""

Jackson whines.

""Aww, Jack, what happened?""

"I made an idiot of myself," he mumbles.

""It couldn't have gone all /**that** badly.""

Jackson whimpers.

""Jack ....""

"I gave her shirt back and my jumper, too ...."

""That's sweet!""

"A-and I said it might be ... made of ...."

""I didn't catch that last bit?""

He swallows, whispers, "Boyfriend material."

A beat.

"Lily?" he squeaks.

""You really said that.""

"Oh god. I am /**such** a /**loser**." Bangs his forehead against the wall hard enough to rattle the key rack.

""Jack. Take a deep breath for me, sweetie.""

He does and it's shaky.

""How did she react?""

"She, uh, kinda laughed."

""What did she say right after?""

Head against the wall again. "I don't knooooow."

""You're killing brain cells doing that.""

"Kinda the point, Lil."

Lily sighs. ""You are /**such** a drama llama."" Chuckles. ""It /**is** good sign.""

Jackson perks up. "It is?"

""She said something about seeing you again, right?""

Jackson blinks, ponders. "I think so?"

""She didn't have to say that, you know. Means she may be interested.""

"How do you know that?" huffs Jackson.

He can hear Lily roll her eyes. ""Because I know her type and an outright rejection wouldn't be made with laughter. I wouldn't go so far as to say she's /**definitely** interested, but ...."

He preens a little.

""You got her number?""

Jackson emits a nigh-ultrasonic whine.

""You forgot to ask for her number.""

"I forgot to ask for her number." His head connects solidly with the wall.

""I sense a lot of coffee in your future.""

/*bang*

""Probably need to invest in a reusable cup.""

/*bang*

""I can hear that, Jack. Stop it.""

/*bang*

""Do that again and I'm calling Nanny.""

/*bang*

The call disconnects.

Aww crap.

This Is Not a Coffee Shop AU, We Swear: Cocoa — Productivity — Rom-Com — Not a Date — **Drama Llama** — Work Fast — Tit for Tat — Pretty Good — Sparklers
Darling-Jones fluffles

## "Sorry"

How do the beans find out what happened to their dad and uncle?

I think it's a gut feeling; they pick up on the general mood of the house or heard Jupiter cry out and it sounded like a different cry and it was that stomach-dropping instantaneous knowledge that something is very wrong.

That ... that makes perfect sense on how they figure it out.

## Pietr not Jackson

Something else I'm curious about for that morning and the assorted fluffles: How well does everyone handle the fact that Pietr's coming back from this mission and Jackson's not? That the Voslings still have their dad and the Beans don't?

On the one hand, Book and Baby haven't 'had' their dad for a very long time. They've visits and overnights and days and days of daycare and playgroup, but Charlie doubtfully let herself promised he (and Logan) would come back. I think Derek and Pietr occupy a more 'Dad-like' role in their minds (they'd be disappointed if either didn't showed up to events, but they aren't expecting Jackson). And they hate leaving Jackson and they love him to pieces but as to how much a part of their lives he is... An AU where he makes it back would be interesting just for how everyone manages with adjusting the shift in routine 'n all that.

Oh. I hadn't thought of the kids' relationship with Jackson in those very realistic terms. Now I feel even /worse for Jackson (and I wasn't sure that was actually possible until just now).
Dragon Ball Rebirth

**Dragon Ball Rebirth** (ドラゴンボール再生, *Doragon Bōru Saisei*, more commonly referred to by the community as **DBR**) is the fan-made series written by the community as a whole. It was thought of by Emperor Sigma, who developed the plot and almost everything considered.

## Overview

### Story

Dragon Ball Rebirth takes places in Universe 5, which is considered a brother universe to Universe 7. In Universe 5, there's nearly every same race as the ones existing in Universe 7 and 6, with a few unique the their own, as well as Planet look-alikes. There are multiple main characters, however the primary main character seems to be Xeleri the Saiyan Prince, as well as his comrades.

## Sagas

### The Rebellious Saga

The Rebellious Saga, was a one-shot Saga which was the introduction to the entire series.
Cat

## Meta

**Timing:** a few days after Snicket arrives on the scene

**Setting:** 2nd Darling-Jones house

## Text

The front door bangs open.

""Hi, Dad!"" yell two voices.

Four small feet skitter on tile.

"Hi, beans!" calls Jackson from the kitchen. "Don't forget your shoes!"

""Da-ad!"" sighs Book.

""We know!"" adds Baby.

Four thumps.

""Then why do I still find shoe prints?""

""B—!""

Scuffling.

"Quit it, you two, and come get a snack. There's Vegemite!"

Book tears into the kitchen and goes straight for the counter.

Baby creeps in at a slower pace, peering about.

"Toast?" offers Jackson.

Book and plate to the table.

"Jupiter?" asks Baby.

"Napping," answers Jackson. "Should Jupiter nap down here?"

Book inhales toast.

Baby nods.

"'an I?" asks Book.

"Wipe your mouth—with a napkin."

"Thank you," says Baby, taking a plate.

Book scrubs at Vegemite and crumbs.

Baby sits.

"Better?" asks Book.

"Better," says Jackson. "Be gentle."

Book shoots from the room. ""Pinky promise!""

Baby nibbles on toast.

"Good day?" asks Jackson.

Baby nods, swallows. "Good day?"

"Good day."

"Cat?"

Snicket lifts his head and blinks his copper eyes.

"His name's Snicket," replies Jackson. "He likes sleeping in the snack bowl for some reason."

"Ours?" breathes Baby.

Snicket looks unimpressed.

Jackson grins. "He's Logan’s friend."

Snicket uncoils himself, flows out of the bowl, stretches, and perches on the edge of the table facing the bean.

Baby looks at Snicket.

Snicket looks at Baby.

Toast returns to plate.

Copper eyes blink slowly.

Baby looks to Jackson.

"That means he likes you."

"I like you, too."

Snicket closes his eyes and purrs.

"Cuddle?" asks Baby.

Snicket stops purring.

Jackson snorts. "Give it a try. Be gentle and if he squirms, let him go. And support his butt."

"Jupiter."

"Yea, just like he’s Jupiter."

Baby reaches gingerly for Snicket, scoops him up.

Snicket hooks his front paws over the tiny shoulder, tucks his Baby's neck-sized head under Baby's chin, earnestly rubs his cheek against it.

Baby giggles.

Snicket sniffs the bare skin, squints, and purrs.