"Hey." The father spoke out to his best friend as they both stood in front of the school's currently damaged principal's office.
"I shouldn't be surprised by all of this, but here we are." The other father who had magenta eyes spoke out with acceptance and resignation.
The blue eyed father chuckled somberly. "Were you and your wife ever like this?"
"… Yes…" That was all he said before they both entered in. Despite both of them being accomplished hunters who have literally helped saved the world over several times, they were caught off guard when they saw a very, very disheveled man who was fixing a ruined wig over his bold spot and attempting to wipe off permanent marker off his face with a towel.
When he saw the two acclaimed men came in, he put away the towel, making the two stare hard at the cartoonish drawings of a mustache over his real mustache and a pink marked monocle on his right eye.
The principal silently pointed towards the seats—that were filled with some toys the men had to move away to sit down—before saying a few words to open up the conversation.
"Your children started a Coup."
The fathers said nothing. No one but them could tell if that was from shock or that they were just so used to their children being eccentric by that point.
"I don't know how Ms. Ren and Mr. Arc managed to organize over several dozen or so first grade students into doing one thing like a well oiled military unit, nor can I even fathom how creative they were to turn all their toys into weapons for incapacitation, but the fact remains is that they led a bunch of six year olds into our office… and declared martial law."
The fathers still said nothing.
"I am astounded by the fact that your children even know such vocabulary and mentality to pull of something like this in such a large scale, but I am also absolutely dumbfounded that the only reason why their 'coup' failed was because it was recess and they wanted to play ball."
The principal gripped his hands tighter as veins started popping in his head.
"Gentlemen, Ms. Ren and Mr. Arc are some of the finest students I have met and their test scores prove that they are both of the top percentile, considering both you and your spouse's records. However, I think it's safe to say that this environment lacks the appropriate tools to handle such colorful children."
Basically the man was saying in the most political terms possible: Get those monsters out of this school.
To that, the fathers still said nothing.
…
The principal tried a different approach. "Whose idea was it to unlock their Aura's at a young age?"
"My wife."
The principal raised his brow that was above his fake monocle when both men spoke that out at the same time. "Your spouse?"
Both men nodded.
The principal paused for a second. "Actually that reminds me. I couldn't help but notice they planned this almost eerily similar to a certain famous coup that occurred in Mistrial some decades back. If I recall, all four of you played a heavy part within that event, correct?"
Translation: did you potentially romanticize your adventure to Haven and made these kids actually want to do a real life version of it?
This time, it was the father of young Mr. Arc whose blue eyes widened in realization.
"… Is there something you want to say?" Even the father of young Ms. Ren was looking accusingly at his best friend as the principal spoke this.
"My uuhhh spouse may have, exaggerated her version of how the event happened." Now the blue eyed father was speaking politically.
Translation: It wasn't me! It was my wife who did it!
"And you?" The principal narrowed his eyes back towards the father of the boy.
"I…" How could tell him the fact that he might have went along with his spouse when it came to their son. "May have done nothing to stop it?"
The Principal remained unreadable as a picture of his mother crashed into the floor from his wall behind him.
"I see." He finally said as if he ignored the event prior. "That is all gentlemen. Please do make sure your children become less… out of hand."
From that day until they were eight, the two children were grounded.
No matter how fast Roman walked, he always hated when he had to stop and let that 'thing' catch up to him. Sure, the cloaked monster was getting better at least. It was muttering less and less and was almost as silent as if it was never there, but that didn't mean it still didn't give him the creeps looking at a broken being with the ability to steal other people's semblances. The criminal red head was sure he had gained semblances from almost everyone of importance he's met, including his and his partner's. If that was the case, ticking off this thing was like poking a sleeping dragon while you were in the same cage as it.
"So where's this Altesian Paladin I was promised?" The extravagant gangster called out.
To his surprise, the doors to his warehouse opened up automatically and the prototype of the Alteasian Paladin walked straight through—
"What on Remnant?" Was there some kind of car shop show he missed? Why was the Paladin coated with steam punk colors and strange symbols obviously spray painted all over it?!
"So you're Roman Torchwick huh? I imagined you… less flamboyant." A loudspeaker voice came from inside the Paladin, signaling that the reason for this custom paint job might have been the current pilot in the war machine.
Great, another annoying person he had to work with. "And I expected the mechanic for these Paladins to not be some angsty emo with gothic tastes."
"Hey hey hey!" The paladin moved one of his gun hands closer to him, making the hooded figure move closer to protect Roman. "It's called Heylin style! It's totally cool where I'm from!"
"Cool? Oh fantastic, now I'm teamed up with an utter fool! Can this day get any worse?" Roman complained.
"It's not fool, dandy man. The Name's Jack Spicer, evil boy genius!" The pilot proclaimed by moving the robotic limb with a canon upward.
"What kind of tool names themselves evil?" Roman rolled his eyes.
Meanwhile, the mask minion stepped back and let the two continually bicker on. Poor traumatized creature, he couldn't even hear his garbled mutterings over the two continually trying to one up one another.
It was early afternoon when Resh was introducing some of the new students around, and this time he had help.
"Guys, meet Team JNPR (Juniper) I'm part of their team." Resh explained as he introduced the Xiaolin Monks to his (dad's) team. "Ya'all, these guys are Raimundo Perdrosa, Omi, Clay Bailey, and Kimiko Tohomiko. For the sake of naming purposes they'll be called Team ROCK."
"What kind of naming process is that?" Omi asked.
"It is how most Hunter teams start out with four other people and their names being arranged closely related to a word as possible like you four: R-for Raimoundo, O-for you, C-Clay there, and K-for Kimiko." Resh explained, "It's a nice round word since everyone else is either spelled wrong or incomplete and sometimes both."
It was then Jaune noticed the smaller boy and pointed at him with all the tact and grace Jaune Arc was known for.
"Whoa! Your head is huge!"
The other monks paled while most of Team JNPR sighed.
Suddenly, Omi jumped onto Jaune and pulled hard on his shirt as he pressed his head on to Jaune's face. "MYHEADISNOTHUGE!ITISTHESAMESIZEASEVERYONEANDYOUWILLDOBESTTORECALLTHAT!"
For a small little guy, he sure was shaking Jaune very violently.
"Wow! He seems like a spiffy fellow, doesn't he Tanngost?" Nora asked as she held the leash for their team mountain ram.
"Baaa!" The white-ish gray ram lazily answered.
"Is," Kimiko paused as she pointed towards the animal while Resh and Rai were prying Omi off Jaune. "Is that a goat?"
"Hold thy tongue! Tanngost is a proud Argali!" Nora cried out while hugging her new pet.
Kimiko blinked. "Wha?"
"Mountain Ram." Clay and Ren corrected. The two looked at each other and Clay tipped his hat while Ren nodded.
"Uh huh…" Kimiko trailed off as Rai finally removed Omi off of Jaune. "Ahh! Ms. Nikos, I haven't seen you in a while."
"Nice to see you again too, Ms. Tohomiko." Pyrrha exchanged a warm hello towards the stylish, eastern themed girl.
After letting out a few coughs for air, Jaune seemed to catch something of interest in that conversation. "Wait, Pyrrha, you know her?"
"Ms. Tohomiko is one of my sponsors, or rather she's the daughter of one of my sponsors, Tohomiko Games."
"TOHOMIKO GAMES!?" Jaune suddenly stood up and ran up to the raven haired girl and grabbed her shoulders. "As in, the creators of Rise of the Goo Zombies and the Samurai's Last Stand video gaming master pieces—that same Company and you are the daughter of the greatest game maker of our generation!?"
Resh and Pyrrha quickly pulled Jaune back. "Jaune, I think Omi shook you a little too hard if you're now doing the same thing to his friends." The black haired boy commented dryly.
"Perhaps he needs to be shaken some more!" Omi cried out as Rai still held him back and tried to calm him down. "Release me so I may continue to unleash my wraith!"
"It's 'wrath', Omi." Rai spoke as he struggled to hold on to the little guy.
"That too!" Omi fumed, snarling at Jaune and making the blonde boy yelp and hide behind Pyrrha.
"Waah! I'm sorry! Just don't shake me again!" The blonde boy spoke in utter fear as he tried to poorly hide behind Pyrrha. Unbeknownst to the blonde, Pyrrha was sort of enjoying how close Jaune was to her.
"So, is there anywhere interesting about this place? It's pretty huge. Looks pretty darn easy to get lost in here." Clay spoke out as he looked around the extravagant area of Beacon.
"Well technically we have classes soon. I think there's a joint class today at professor port's Class with a new teacher. You could meet some of the other students traveling from other places as well."Resh offered.
"Ahh, class, I never did do well in those." Rai sighed in nostalgia, recalling all the times he slacked off in those as a kid.
What the nine teens did not know was that from the main school building, three stories up, someone was watching with great interest.
"Hmm? First a descendant of the priestess, now it appears the Time Wanderer is here at such a young age. If I didn't know any better, I would have just thought this to be coincidence." The figure looked up towards the sky. "Still, if the younger version is here then that means the older version shouldn't be too far off," A smiled spread across his face. "I have always wanted to continue our conversations. They always end up making me smile."
[Later…]
"I've been to a lot of cities, but this a nice place despite being so big." The Xiaolin monk named Rai whistled as walked around Vale with his friends and the nice folks at team JNPR.
"Ahh, but it's nothing compared to the vast lands of the Xiaolin Temple!" Omi added in.
Kimiko placed a hand near her mouth as she spoke towards Team JNPR while Omi walked ahead. "Yeah, he grew up there, so he's just a little-umm biased."
"Well then, how about we treat you guys to lunch? Resh and I have a discount at a café we work nearby." Jaune explained.
They all agreed and made their way. However, Jaune suddenly stopped and turned around, seeing nothing that stood out to him among the crowds of tourist and people.
"Jaune?" Pyrrha stopped and looked to her leader. "Is something wrong?"
"I thought I…" He looked for a second before he noticed the same cloaked figure waiting in an alley way.
Even from that distance, the hooded figure removed his hood.
Jaune's eyes widened. "Umm, Pyrrha? I think I see an old friend. I'll catch up with you guys later. I want to see him."
"Oh, OK. Be sure to come back, and keep your scroll open in case you get lost in the City again."
"That was only twice!" Jaune screamed as he ran into the crowd.
Eventually, Jaune ran up to the cloaked figure with a surprise look on his face.
"Greetings: salutations designated Aura user, Jaune Arc. It has been a few days since our last encounter." The familiar person spoke out.
"Copper?! W-What are you doing here?! The last time I saw you…" Jaune trailed off before recalling the craziness of what happened during the last time he and the android met.
"Interruption: we were facing against the false queen until a Temporal Master intervened and sent us all away."
"Yeah, can I be the first to ask—what the heck was that all about!? When I tried to ask Chronos, all he did was keep it a secret!"
"Observation: those that have seen much of the world's secrets usually choose to withhold information for sake of other's sanity. Translation: It is more than likely the whole situation is far more complicated since he has revealed to the professor and I that he is using his temporal powers in preparation for something."
Jaune stopped. He recalled the conversation he had with the man last time in that he was preparing for something. "The Monster of Dagarud? Just what is that?"
"Hypothesis: from implications, it is a powerful Grimm locked away in the Shattered moon. However, further assumptions suggest it has the potential to end the world if released."
Jaune felt a headache coming on as he thought about why Hemera kidnapped him, they also said something abuot that same monster. Were thy working together? Oh wait, he never discussed with Chronos what would happen if they came back for him! Man if they appeared again that would cause some troubles…
"Secondary Objective initiated: Mr. Jaune Arc, I would request your assistance in meeting Professor Zordon once more." Copper snapped Jaune out of his thoughts
"Huh? Wait that robot guy? He's here? And why does he need me?" Despite his questions, Copper started to move and place his cloak back on. Jaune looked back towards where his friends went before following the android.
"Confirmation: you were the holder of the Armor of Zeus, were you not?"
Jaune looked back at the direction of the café. "Actually that was… Resh, my friend."
"Record: filling additional data," Copper commented as he started walking towards a slightly less populated area with Jaune trailing behind him with some hesitation. "Report: that does not change mission objectives."
The cloaked robot walked right in front of a pawn shop known as Nostalgic Centuries and entered into it.
Jaune looked at the area he was around, he was honestly a little surprised that this road was empty considering the festival was soon. However, this was also a chance to finally get some answers as to what was going on, so he opened the door.
When the young knight walked in, he was starting to see why this pawn shop was called such. There were a lot of century old trinkets scattered around, and they all looked to be in good condition.
"Oh wow, what the heck are these things?" Jaune spoke out as he took out a thin, square object with a screen.
"That's a Tablet, before Dust could power up hologram Scrolls, people used Tablets for information and placing calls. It was quite the rage back in my day… though we did all like carrying bags with us so we could put them in there."
The young blonde Arc turned his head to see an old man with gray eyes wearing a white fedora and a white suit while holding up a wooden cane.
"Are you…?"
"I remember you. You're the young boy that I kidnapped while being kidnapped? Haha." The man spoke out to him before raising a hand for Jaune to shake. "I never properly introduced myself. My name is Jekyll Zordon, a scientist, and the creator of the Armaments." The man bowed and tipped his hat.
"W-Why aren't you a robot?" Out of everything, it seemed like Jaune asked the strange question.
The smile seemed to shrink but he placed his hat on. "If you are talking about my exoskeleton then I must explain that I am still wearing it just with an optical illusionary device that fools the nerves of the retina."
After being with his friends, and listening to many professors whose knowledge was near infinite, Jaune reacted as best he could to all of this. "Say who to the what now?"
The scientist opened his mouth to say something but couldn't quite say it.
"Translation: he is using a hologram that makes him appear human." The Android's voice came from the back of the store.
"Thank you, Copper."
"You are welcome, Professor."
That only made Jaune more confused at to what was going on. "Human? What? Just who are you and why were you after Resh's Armor?"
The man looked like he wanted to sigh, just gave a sad smile as a response to that question.
"It wasn't his to begin with. And that's a story worth having a cup of tea over." The scientist explained before he got a suit case up and sat down on a nearby table.
Copper came back out, wearing a worker's uniform and apron before he started cleaning up the antiques nearby and switched the sign in the front of the door to 'closed'.
"You might want to sit down. It's going to be a long story, but I will tell you as much as I can in a simplified version."
[A tale from long ago.]
I would have like to admit that I was a normal man, born in simple times, and lived a good life, but that is not the reason why you and I are sitting on this table and having this conversation right now.
I was born into a normal and good life, but I was not a normal man, and we did not live in simple times. I was born with eidetic memory, or being able to recall nearly anything I see as a picture. Because of this, it was easy to be the highest in my class after just looking into texts just once.
However, somehow-someway, I was entranced by the concept of science especially around the study of Aura. To me it was silent, yet expressive at the same time.
Like some, I eventually turned my passion into my job, and I became one of the world's greatest Aura researcher.
Then… the tragedy of Huroni, an outer Mantle City, happened.
Huroni was setting up one of the first CCT towers outside of the main kingdom capitals. However, instead of connecting to any of the kingdoms, it seemed to have awakened a creature not seen or heard since primal times.
Despite there being stationed around fifty hunters and a sizeable security, every single person, down to even the civilian women and children were all killed by this lone Grimm.
It was dubbed, an Eraser, a Grimm so powerful it may as well have been labeled a god. The Kingdoms panicked at the presence of this new threat and soon they all focused funding on a project to fight these gods on their own terms.
It was dubbed, Project Pantheon.
Eventually, I was recruited by this project in hopes of extracting more from the mysterious Aura that surrounds us all, if there was any way to make it evolve further to gain more than one semblance and such.
Project Pantheon was being run in an Atlas fort I had never heard of, Avalon, they called it. And in those large, echoing titanium laced walls, I met her.
Her name was Rita Shelly, and I fell in love with her like a love struck fool.
She was there because she was the leading scientist of Grimm Fauna, studying their many behavioral and evolutionary ways. She was the one who found one of the Grimm's greatest strength, and weakness.
I know that look in your eye. You want to know their weakness too, right? Well it's a little more complicated than that, but I will try to put them in layman's terms.
Grimm, despite acting like animals and having the ability to learn, have a subconscious that controls them like a receiver… they're like ants and bees that can be controlled given that their 'Queen' is controlled.
We uhh… I helped Rita into developing her project in tapping into the psyche of live Grimm and being able to control their hive mind like capabilities.
I was able to do this when I opened up her aura, and finding out she had a Telepathic based Semblance…
I-I'm sorry.
Please.
Give me a moment. You need to hear this.
Rita's semblance was telepathic based. And with our research, we found out that Grimm had a form of hive mind. Capturing a live one, we tested the ability to mind control Grimm by force.
…
It's not hard to consider how that went seeing where we are at this point of time, isn't it?
You're right. The experiment was a Success.
No, not a failure. A success. If it did fail, life would have been so much easier.
She was able to control captive Grimm thanks to a device she modified to allow her to penetrate the mind of the Grimm.
… We did this all without considering what exactly was in the mind of a Grimm in the first place. And I found out the hard way what it was.
I should have seen it sooner. Rita got to work on controlling more and more Grimm, but slowly she became more obsessed over her work; there was even talk of her combining with the Grimm.
I'm not kidding.
She had this idea that Grimm and Humans were two halves of the 'true' beings of Remnant. She believed that Grimm were the 'essence' while Humanity was the 'form' and that for some reason or the other we were separated by some unknown event long before history could recall.
However, I poorly assumed that it was her lack of energy that was making those assumptions.
Did you know I knew your Ancestor? He was also an Arc, but I forgot his first name. He was a part of my project in trying to gather power from our aura. More than just semblance, I was able to figure out a way for Aura to power up even the body to super human feats even beyond that of Hunters at the time.
I got off topic for that second to explain something. One day, Rita looked more tired than usual, and being one of the last people willing to go personally to her, I begged her to sleep to which she finally did.
That day, I was finishing my project, the Ionic Converter, or Armaments as you now call them.
But before we could perform the first tests of the armor, hell broke loose.
Or specifically, the Grimm we had captured for Rita's research was all let loose into the facility.
Emotionally, everything went so fast for me to recount. However, with half a machine implanted into my brain, I recall every horrible detail.
I had always seen the Grimm from behind a cage, and I had the privilege of never being near Grimm where I lived when I was growing up. Perhaps it was a bad thing that I lived like that, if I wasn't like that, I wouldn't have been so in panic at the horror those creatures showed.
I saw every Grimm rip apart the security that tried to save us. I heard every scream and unfortunate soul that was caught and torn apart before their eyes. I smelled the rising flames of ash and smoke burning my lungs as it spread throughout the air.
I felt—I felt the air change, I felt the light from the world leave, I felt as if I lost the sense of peace, I felt I lost the sense of trust.
I ran as fast as I could to Rita, even though a part of me already knew the worst happened.
Somehow, out of all the smoke, I found her just standing there among the flames and smoke.
I ran to her, even though my instincts were yelling at me to run away from her. I grabbed her hand and begged her to get away and escape with me.
I didn't care she was holding a strange syringe, and I wasn't expecting her to stab me in the neck with it.
…
…
Sorry, I have little episodes like that whenever I recall that moment. It was a special type of synthetic, symbiotic Grimm Blood.
Yes, I am aware that Grimm do not bleed, but somehow, she had it, and she injected it into my bloodstream.
It was like I had my insides being burned and eaten at the same time, I writhed in pain as I lost control of my own body. Rita was over me, and I could barely make out her face since half of it looked black like Grimm. From what I can recall, she was calling the transformation an act of some deity and that true freedom would return or something. She seemed different than how I left her. She seemed truly lost to whatever was eating her alive and she was planning to take me with her.
…
Hmm?
Hahahahaha… I—I don't know how I survived.
No, that isn't true at all.
Chronos Kolc saved me.
Yes, the same man that saved you had apparently saved me twice.
Yes, he was there on that day over a hundred years ago and he still looked the same as he did now.
How?
Alright, you are friends with someone from the Kolc bloodline. Tell me: what is your friend's semblance?
Oh? Time Freezing? The Kolc family has been known to be Temporal Nomads. Chronos told me that their family has been traveling through the past, present, and future of Remnant.
Close your mouth, child, you'll catch a fly.
You're asking me 'Am I serious'? I am very serious, but Chronos isn't.
He told me that as a joke. His family doesn't actually watch the time stream of Remnant.
I gave the same look you did when he revealed that it was a joke. He was right; it was hilarious to see from this side.
However, the fact remains is that Chronos has a Time Traveling Semblance and that makes him privy to many of Remnant's lost secrets and someone who has survived lost eras.
He was there on that day, saving my life as if he knew what was all going to happen.
Yes, yes. I asked him why he couldn't all stop it from ever happening.
He told me, and I quote, "Time is like a bad internet troll, change its fanfiction for the better and it gets all uppity about it."
…
Yes, I too have no blasted clue what he was talking about, but you seem not that all surprised.
Ah. So that blunt and smart aleck character of theirs is actually genetic. How frightening.
[…]
Professor Zordon, put down his cup.
"He and his Companion fashioned an already hollowed mountain as my base of operations with technology I assumed came from far into our future. He asked me to stay here where it was safe and continue my research on Aura. While I didn't fully explain all the details, this was my story and how I came to be."
The professor pressed a watch, revealing himself to be covered in metallic and computerized armor surrounding all his body. "You see that Grimm Blood Rita injected me with had transformed my body into that of a form of hybrid between Human and Grimm. The machine around me is a modified version of the technology Chronos gave me that suppresses my Grimm Biology and keeps me undetectable from Rita, or as you saw, a powerful being who commands even legendary Grimm. I must wear this at all times or risk truly losing my sanity to the metamorphosis."
It took some time for Jaune to process all of that. Thankfully the professor let him absorb all that knowledge.
"I do not have all the answers, but to the best of my ability, I will answer whatever questions you have."
Jaune Arc sighed. That was a lot of things he had to get his mind around.
Resh's brother was a Time Traveler!? That explained why he simply got from the lab all the way to beacon at the blink of an eye. Is Resh like that?
Wait, how does he know there wasn't any Time Travel involved from his future self to tell Future Resh to tell Chronos to tell Past Resh to mess with Present Jaune!
The blonde knight clutched his head. The movies weren't kidding, time travel was a literal logical paradox when thinking about it.
Wait. Time travel.
If Resh had that ability like his brother… did that mean that he did have a chance to find his sister after all? If he and Resh could somehow go back in time to where his eldest sister vanished…
"Does Resh have the potential to time travel like his brother?"
The professor mused about this. "Well, for some Semblances, they can be passed down like genes just like for the Schnee family. And by what you already told me, the younger Kolc seems to also have an affinity with temporal based Semblances. In theory, he might have the same, if not similar semblance as his brother who can travel anywhere and anytime he wishes."
Time Travel huh? Semblances were crazy if even something as fictional as Time Travel was real.
"By the way," Jaune snapped out of his thoughts when the professor placed his hologram back on. "I was asked by Chronos to give you a gift and I recently sent it through the mail. It'll arrive on your dorm in a few days. I hope you enjoy it."
"Gift? What did you give me?" Jaune wondered why he was told to send something over to him. Was this a time travel thing? Oh Dust that can't be good.
"I should probably keep that a secret, but if I may interject for a moment? I can't help but notice that symbol on your scabbard." The professor pointed to Jaune's sword that he brought with him today because Resh told him that he and the rest of JNPR were going to do a free for all training session later tonight and thought it would be a good idea to get used to keeping a weapon with him so it won't be a bother bringing it around.
"What about it? It's a family symbol."
The professor was strangely quiet as he stared at the blade. "I don't know if I should be telling you this, but Kolc had two companions. One was a man with a very noticeable accent and an eccentric character much like Kolc, but there was a young female with them. She was a little older than you by a few years, but strangely she had the same blonde hair and blue eyes as you did along with a weapon that had a similar design to your symbol."
Jaune just blinked. "W-What?"
"If I recall… I think that other companion said her name before I lost consciousness. Jill was it?"
Huh, what are the odds. He had an older sister named Jill who mysteriously went missing when she was around her early twenties ten years ago—
Wait.
Chronos had a time travel based semblance.
Oh no.
Jillian Arc mysteriously vanishing off the face of Remnant without a single trace?
OH DUST NO!
A hundred year old man claiming to have seen her a hundred years ago!?
"WHAT!?"
{Author notes}
I'm back! Whoo! This took a very long time to make—actually—this chapter isn't even finished. This was originally meant to be a lot longer, but as I kept looking, the thing as a whole didn't quite fit together in theme. I mean it did, but some things felt a bit weird and I thought maybe cutting it into pieces would suit it better.
For those who are wondering, one part of this chapter was heavily based off College Fool's "It Was Just An Accident!" (Who he got from Bohemiat's story.) and style of writing. You know, the part where Zordon explains a bit of his back story.
Thankfully, I'm almost done with the second half, most of the big parts I'm sorta finished, so it should take around four months to make.
Also, I feel as if I should say something especially considering November 8, 2016.
I respect all those who have their own opinions on this matter, but I ask that you not bring it over here.
But I am just going to say that one of my favorite internet artists, Little Kuriboh put it very nicely in his latest video of this date.
"It'll be real easy to give up right now, to turn on each other and ourselves, and just throw in the towel. But the truth is that sometimes the person you wanna win, DOESN'T win! And it makes you confused, angry, full of feelings that've been amplified cuase this feels like the loss to end all losses! But win or lose, this is not the end. We can't give in to despair. We can't look at this and say, 'Well it's time to cry and hate and lash out and give up!' We have to be true to what we always fought for: love, unity…honor. None of those things have been destroyed, so we gotta hold to that. We have to take a breath, congratulate the other guy, and accept every loss and victory from now on with grace, no matter what fear might tell us. It's too soon to know how things will play out, but we just can't lose hope in ourselves or each other, so stand up. Stand beside me and everyone else who ever loved you, because we do. We love you. And we keep walking forward… together."
… Funny isn't it? A man who makes fun of a 10+ year old anime series, happens to say a profound thing?
Whatever your opinions, whether you are glad or not, don't lose yourself to hate.
Thanks for reading. (And PLEASE try not to post things about the election in the reviews. Talk like that is for somewhere else.)