TWO YEARS AGO, A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION GOING BY THE NAME TEAM IMUM WRECKED CHAOS ACROSS THE LAND, DAMAGING CITIES AND KILLING THOUSANDS OF CITIZENS. While Imum itself has long since been disbanded, however, the region remains broken: entire towns have been laid to waste and the Association struggles to find homes for those who were lucky enough to survive the attempted genocide. Reconstruction trudges on as usual... but with three factions - the Association, the corporations, and the people - each wishing to take the rebuilding of an entire region down opposite paths, how long will it be before Lyeant's last leg gives out permanently?
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Post by Ryouta Takigawa on Mar 21, 2018 0:22:00 GMT -6
Some days I can't get out of my head That's just the dark side of me
To say it had been a long night was one hell of an understatement.
You could never tell what a night at the club had in store - and some nights definitely went better than others. This particular night, there had been multiple fights that had broken out, and out of stress - Ryou had one too many drinks as he entertained the masses and tried to keep the party going, per his job description. Drunken fights weren't exactly his department - but when they got too close for comfort, he was to step in and break it apart. This particular night, two guys decided to climb onto the stage and begin a fight over what the DJ had presusmed was over an overly drunken woman.
Their mistake was taking their fight into his territory.
He wasn't too kind in doing so, Necrozma definitely taking a hand in doing so. The Legend always loved it wen Ryouta got a little too riled up, taking it as permission to come out a little more than usual. This time, perhaps it had gone a little too far, but a couple punches and the fear of a dark chuckle with some polyphonic talking action had scared the two off - leaving the poor woman dazed in their wake. It might have been better for her this way, despite how pissed she had looked when she glared at Ryou before turning on her heel and storming off. Of course, even though he didn't remember any fists coming into contact with his own body, the soreness that began to set in told him otherwise.
With Necrozma, there would always be dark spots in his memory.
Stifling a yawn, the man made his way into a locally owned pastry and coffee shop - one he frequented each morning he worked late - or early - at the club. He had his mind set on two things, a large cup of strong as hell coffee and a pastry or two. He knew that without a fix of both, he would feel like hell when he woke up later that day - and it was mornings like this that he put barely anything in his coffee, needing the swift kick it would bring.
Upon seeing him and his Silvally enter, the lady behind the counter gave him her usual bright smile, recognizing him and putting in his order right away. The bonus of being a regular customer, he supposed, whatever it was, it meant less talking for him... and maybe that was a good thing right now. He thanked the lady, paid for his order and left a sizable tip, knowing well she could use it... and, well, more often than not did she deal with his grumpy ass. Locating a remote table in the far corner, he sat himself down and did himself the first real favor he had all morning - take a drink from the coffee.
Next to him, Naga settled to lay on the floor, taking the opportunity to stretch a little. These times were rare, both able to sit back and relax a little - nothing pressing on time, nobody breathing down their necks. Within the next moments, Ryouta reached into the bag, pulling his pastries and an additional item which found its way onto a plate on the floor next to the Silvally - a malasada. Of course... there were perks to putting up with the gijinka as well, an this was one of them.
And they both knew their next destination after this - their apartment, and the bed within.
When the lights go out, I need to know Are you afraid of the dark?
Post by Ryouta Takigawa on Mar 10, 2018 3:37:36 GMT -6
Some days I can't get out of my head That's just the dark side of me
Ryou hadn't really waited for an answer, especially as his shirt was already tossed to the side and he was slowly making his way to the water. "Ah well, suit yourself I suppose." There was slight disappointment in his tone, but he did his best to keep it well hidden. Step by step something new was removed and left behind - starting with his boots. From there he made his way to his belt, unbuckling it with well practiced hands. Ryou's eyes never left Issac as the younger male crept toward the water, a smile creeping along his lips as well.
The button of his pants followed the belt - the zipper sliding down shortly thereafter - and with little more than a push, he slid his pants off, leaving him clad in a pair of black boxers. For him, it was a typical color. Whether or not he was too focused on watching Issac play with the water or simply focused on shedding his clothing to warn the raven haired boy of his the oncoming attack was up for debate. However, Ryou simply raised a hand to cover his mouth with the attempt to stifle his laughter - helpless otherwise as Issac took a plunge, despite his earlier words.
For a few moments as Issac flailed, he debated jumping in after him to get him back out - but he would be fine, right? With a quick glance toward the pokemon who seemed all too proud of what it had done, it didn't take much for Ryou to decide that Issac would be fine. His pokemon wouldn't willingly place him in any danger. Wait... would it? Drawing his lower lip to a spot between his teeth, he waited - releasing it only when Issac found his bearings and surfaced, grasping at the grass rather angrily.
"At least I know you can swim - well, sort of - and won't need mouth to mouth, hm?" Ryou spoke, clearly teasing as Issac removed himself of his already soaked clothing. Seeing the smile on Issac's lips only made his grow, a warm feeling blossoming within his chest. "Well, that's good to know - I mean, was going to come in anyway, even if the water was freezing. Especially since you got a head start!" And with that, he jumped in - taking far less time to surface with a grin and wipe the platinum bangs from his face.
"It's been forever since I've swam, or really spent time with someone else... I honestly can't remember the last time." He didn't want to put too much thought into it, tonight was a night to have fun - not become a mope - tonight was about them. Pushing away from the edge, Ryou took a deep breath - reveling in the way the water felt against his skin, almost melting away his worries. "But it's nice. To be able to just... let go, to relax."
When the lights go out, I need to know Are you afraid of the dark?
Post by Ryouta Takigawa on Mar 9, 2018 20:50:08 GMT -6
Some days I can't get out of my head That's just the dark side of me
It was slipping.
He felt it, and it scared him.
He hadn't experienced this before, this utter feeling of control just... disappearing. He didn't feel like himself, his body didn't belong to him - each step a struggle, breathing labored. Somewhere in the dark recess of his mind, daunting laughter rang out - mocking him. Sanity? What was that?
It had begun a few hours prior - the man waking up to spot of blood on his pillow, coughed up in his sleep. He felt concerned, but there wasn't enough to will him to seek help. With each passing second, however - things got worse. His vision blurred, his voice failed him - everything hurt. Sweat consumed Ryou, struggling to hold himself together - struggling to move away from people, away from anyone who could die if he did lose control.
No, who was he kidding. When he would lose control. He could only hold Necrozma in check for so much longer. There had been telltale signs - he had ignored them all. This feeling hadn't come on over night, but all the other times he was able to keep it under check. Next time, if there was one, he wouldn't ignore it for so long - he didn't think that something like this could happen - but then again, he knew little about Gijinka and jumped headfirst into being one - making a devil's contract with a pokemon of legend, no less.
Maybe, deep down - he did expect it. Better him than someone else, so he thought.
Falling to the ground, supporting himself by his hands and knees - an otherworldly snarl ripped from his throat - teeth grinding, eyes glued shut. Somewhere off to his side, Ryou barely registered the concerned croon of his Silvally - he wanted to tell the pokemon to run, knowing well he wouldn't be able to recall it into it's pokeball. Fear rose like bile in his throat, determination to try and keep this as subdued as he could rising to meet it.
Ultimately, he would fail. And a voice, quite unlike his own, yet exactly like it, confirmed this. Two voices in one - he barely recognized the second, "Give up, boy. Your body is mine for the time being..."
"No..."
"Too late, you're mine." With another snarl and a rush of wind, Ryouta knew all too well he lost - feeling himself pushed back, feeling another take control. He couldn't describe it, he never would be able to - seeing everything, screaming but nothing comes out, trying, struggling within to move - bound, held back and chained. He was a prisoner within his own body.
A poisonous smile crept across his lips as he stood - a deep breath and a step. Necrozma was in control. He could only pray that somehow, this would stop before the legendary reached any form of civilization.
When the lights go out, I need to know Are you afraid of the dark?
Tags;;FRIEDA MARLENE Notes;; Do it, kick him around. Break hiiimmmm.
Post by Ryouta Takigawa on Mar 2, 2018 16:53:13 GMT -6
Some days I can't get out of my head That's just the dark side of me
If it had been anyone else, Ryou would have declined - in all honesty. It's not like he didn't have friends, or like people hated him - that couldn't have been further from the truth. Instead, it was the - as Necrozma had often liked to call itself - copilot inside his head.
Some days, he couldn't stand the pokemon and the thoughts and comments that roll from it without a filter of any sort. But as things were, it seemed like Necrozma learned to bite it's tongue when it came to Issac. A smile played on Ryou's lips, it had been far too long since he'd gone for anything remotely like a picnic to, well... anywhere. Especially to somewhere more natural - taking to biting back old emotions that slowly crept up his throat like sour bile, leaving a taste in his mouth he'd rather forget. But he couldn't let old happenings run his life forever.
Especially not when it was Issac he was with.
Sparing a glance to the shorter male, his smile grew a little more, expression softening as he spoke. By his side, Naga barely budged, staying alert so its human could try and relax. Naga knew of its purpose, even though it had grown to something so much more as time passed and the two bonded. Protection would always be number one. Reaching out, Ryou threaded his fingers through the white fur on its neck, the pokemon crooning in return. "See the stars in the water, hm?" He muttered, words fading off to thought. It wasn't something you saw often in the cities - let alone in the sky, the light pollution drowning them out all too easily.
The sky was always a comfort to him, the stars always making him feel a little less lonely - the way they sparkled and spread across the milky way bringing him a homely feeling. He never understood it, his fascination with space - sometimes he regretted not turning toward a job that would point him in that direction... but did he really have a choice? Somewhere in the back of his mind, Necrozma scoffed, none too happy that Ryouta thougt it to be in his way... but yet, it didn't deny it either.
In his spot next to Issac, Ryou also took a moment to stretch, letting the worries of the day slip off his shoulder as he did so. Looking out over the water, a sudden mischevious smirk turned up the corner of his lips, "Think the water's good enough for a swim...? You said it yourself, it's like touching the sky... right?"
What are you doing, Ryou...?" Necrozma hissed - it damn well knew the man's intentions and showed his displeasure at his train of thought - but it couldn't stop him... only prepare itself.
"So," Ryou began again, ignoring the psychic legendary as his hands wandered to the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head without a second thought, "We can technically swim in the sky, right?" Of course it was silly, but if that was the closest he'd get to space, hell, he'd take it. Not once did he think of how cold it may be... did he really care? "After all, we have all night..."
When the lights go out, I need to know Are you afraid of the dark?
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DISLIKES
[attr="class","taketwoappscrol"] >> LIMITATIONS[break] >> BEING PUT ON HOLD[break] >> COLD WEATHER[break] >> DOLLS[break] >> CHICK FLICKS[break] >> BEING INTERRUPTED[break] >> TWO-FACED PEOPLE[break] >> FAILURE[break]
We burn every magnet and spring.[break] And spiral into the unknown.
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Wish Upon a Black Star
TL;DR
Ryou's very first pokemon was a Bagon he met at a young age.
At the age of thirteen, his father was murdered in front of his eyes.
He lost his arm to the same murderer on the same day.
Shortly after his arm healed, he received a functioning, metal prosthetic.
At the age of sixteen, he met Necrozma - weak and badly wounded.
Necrozma offered the means for revenge against his father in return for his light. Ryou accepted, not knowing it would be a life long partnership.
Necrozma offered the means for revenge against his father in return for his light. Ryou accepted, not knowing it would be a life long partnership.
At the age of twenty - one, Ryou picked up a job as a Nightclub DJ, where he could preform in front of others while hiding his face behind a mask - and he didn't have to speak in case Necrozma should speak up.
[break][break] I guess you could say that my life started out pretty normal. [break][break] My mother and father weren't too different from your average couple, from what I can remember. My mom was a baker, she owned her own shop that ran on your average 9 to 5 schedule selling any baked good you could imagine. My father worked as a scientist, working long and hard hours day in and day out - and though he was rarely home, my parents maintaned a healthy relationship. [break][break] Between attending school and helping out at my mother's bakery when I was old enough, I might have had a slight wild streak, sneaking off much to my mother's dismay to play with Pokemon. With time, I met my first partner - a Bagon who's stubborness matched that of my own - maybe that's why we got along so well. My father was pleased, proud even, you could say. My mother, not so much. It made her worry, thinking that with a newfound pokemon partner, I would stray further and further and one day, I wouldn't come home. [break][break] After hours of reassuring her that wasn't the case, she relented, and I had my first pokemon. I guess you could say we were thicker than thieves, causing trouble and getting ourselves out of it. Where I didn't have many friends, I found I no longer really cared. [break][break]
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[break][break] It was a family outing, having a rare day where my father had a weekend to himself and my mother closed the shop to spend some time with the family as a whole. It was good, but I couldn't shake this omnious feeling that consumed me. My mother was smiling and laughing, it wasn't foreign to her - and my father was happy, mirroring my mother. It almost seemed too perfect, and as my Father's Kommo-O stood with a roar, I knew it was. The person came from nowhere, face covered with a mask - armed with a hatchet as they ran toward us. Without wasting a beat, my father called to his dragon to grab me and leave with my mother... with a snort of ill contempt, he did just that. [break][break] The pokemon knew as well as I that he'd be better off fighting off the human - but my father was always a selfless being. Crafty, as he produced ways to fend off the assailant time after time. And so was I, having wiggled my way from the dragon to run at my father, wanting to do anything I could to help. The next few moments, they were a blur - drowned out by Kommo-O's roar as he slid in the mud, doing his best to regain his footing to take off after me. My father's cry of my name didn't reach my ears, between the roar and my heartbeat drumming loudly in my ears, I only saw his lips move... and then I felt the pain. [break][break] I don't entirely remember how I had manged to do it, get myself between my father and the masked figure - but a limb was the price I had paid. I... I was too shocked to cry out, stumbling back in a numbed state, emotionless. In the next moment, I could no longer tell who's blood was on me as the man's hatchet drove into my father - my mother's scream matching the levels of Kommo-O's roars. [break][break] I'm honestly surprised that day didn't scar me more than it did, then again - I didn't see it play by play like my mother did. The emotional trauma sent her into a frying pan of mental issues - her memory started failing her, the smallest things would set her off in a rage of panic and she fell to quite the unhealthy weight. The bakery was closed for weeks, my mother stuck in a state of grieving - living off of the money my father had saved and what his center continued to send us to help. Including a young Type: Null to help keep us safe should something else happen. [break][break] They offered another thing, a prosthetic arm, to replace the one that my father's murderer had taken. My mother was unsure of it at first, but with some encouraging from myself, she relented and let me take them up on their offer. [break][break] The new addition took some getting used to - heavier, stronger... colder. But with this, maybe I could help my mother get back on track as well. With quite a bit of persuasion and effort, I managed to talk her into returning to her bakery, producing the same product everyone had come to love and miss - and it helped to distract her as well. Of course, i stuck around to help her out, taking over when things became too much for her and she broke down or simply couldn't continue on. [break][break] But I couldn't continue on like this. While I love my mother, I needed to do something for myself. After finding help for my mother and her bakery in the form of an old neighbor friend, I told her that I would return after some time, needing to take some time to myself to... I guess, it's cliche, but to find myself. With the small pokemon team I had recieved, including Silvally, Kommo-o and now Salamence, some money in my pocket and the essentials packed in a bag - I left. [break][break] What I ended up finding... was the last thing I had expected. Then again, I wasn't entirely sure of what it was I had set out to find. [break][break] With Silvally, who'd taken up the nickname Naga, bristling with caution and what looked like rage - directed toward a cave. Against better judgement, and the efforts of Naga, I went toward it - I felt compelled, drawn in. Like something was calling to me. It's hard to describe, I've never felt that way toward anything, especially the dark. Entering the cave, Naga close behind with it's growls and head low. The flashlight I brought was quickly retrieved from my bag and flipped on, only to die as soon as it lived - which worried me, the batteries were fresh. [break][break] That alone wouldn't stop me. Putting the flashlight away, we continued on - eyes adjusting to the levels of darkness with time - though it became harder and harder the further we went in, until there was almost nothing. Stopping, having the strangest feeling in the pit of my stomach, I stood tall and stared ahead - several, different colored shapes beginning to glow in the dark. Naga's growl grew into a snarl, and somewhere in the back of mind I heard it. A deranged, broken laughter that sent a chill down my spine. [break][break] The shapes, clearly in a meaningful pattern, rose higher and higher - appearing to float. The laughter dragged out, fading away as a voice replaced it - inhuman, distorted and deep. Human... you wish for something. You want something. It wasn't something I had thought of, or at least put a whole lot of thought into. Of course there were things I wanted, but everyone wanted something. Your arm, your father, your mother... a single human took everything from you. [break][break] It was then that I found myself speechless, the familiar feeling of fear filling my heart, its icy claws gripping unforgivingly. "W-who are you, and what do you want from me?" [break][break] Another laugh tore through the silence, Whether or not Naga heard it too was to be determined, the pokemon now standing before me, maw beginning to glow with the warning of an attack - yet it provided little light to show who stood before both of us. Revenge... you want it. Knowledge, security, finality. You want to erase who took your life from you, to know it won't happen again, to know just who it was who did it. [break][break] Did I? I mean, yes, I did want to know who did it, but not once did I ever think of doing the same to them that they did to my father. Well, maybe when I was younger, but I thought I had outgrown those thoughts. "A long time ago, yes, but now - I don't know." [break][break] I can help you. it promised, the shapes lowering and moving closer - the closer it came, the more Naga prepared itself to attack. I can make everything you want happen. I request... one...simple... thing. With each word it spoke, or at least each word I heard, the voice became increasingly distorted - as though struggling to speak. [break][break] "What do you want..." I wasn't sure if this was what I wanted, not all of it. But my curiosity got the better of me, despite how wary Naga was of this entity. "What could I possibly give you?" Whatever this being was, it was stronger than me, I had nothing to offer. [break][break] The shapes came closer and Naga released it's attack, sending shots of Ice and Electricity all over - but the fire landed before the entity before us. Falling on old sticks and leaves which had long since blown into the cave. Catching fire, they provided little light - but enough to show me that the being before us was one I thought was long gone. I had heard stories, everyone had, but knowing they were real - that was something different entirely. Necrozma. Your light... Your body... Together, human, we make it all come true. Once more, with each word, the voice grew weaker - and then it hit me. [break][break] "You're hurt. You're weak." [break][break] A hiss and the pokemon came closer, its face inches before mine, Share with me your strength, human. [break][break] Despite every fiber of my being screaming at me to turn and leave, I didn't feel like that was an option here. This pokemon could easily kill me, should it want - even with Naga at my side. And maybe, this promise wouldn't be so bad... Maybe Necrozma only needed to heal and in return would help him find some answers. [break][break] When I accepted, I had no idea just what it was I was getting into. As the fire died down, the laughter grew and the world grew dark again - I had no idea that I had just accepted the offer that would change the rest of my life. [break][break]
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[break][break] From there on out, adjusting to life was... difficult at best. Trying to function like a normal human being when you're far from it, adding in an additional voice in your head - let's just say that there's no guidebook for this shit. I started to keep away from the bakerymore and more with Necrozma popping in and giving certain customers his two cents, despite me telling him otherwise. I didn't want to endanger mother's business more than it already was, so leaving my mother and the shop in the care of the same neighbor, coming in only occasionally to help out when needed. [break][break] I set out for something a little more personal, while still attempting something I loved - donning a fox mask, fashioned after a Zoroark, I took up DJing at a local club - somewhere where Necrozma couldn't exactly talk with people and mess with them, and where I could hide in plain sight, it seemed perfect. [break][break] And for the last few years, it has been - other than a few slip ups where Necrozma has gotten the better of me in fits of rage, thankfully they've all happened in the solace of my own company. [break][break]
Sing Hallelujah 'cause you can't change anything
I don't know what I thought of the human at first, he looked strong - but at the time, I feel like I was more desperate than anything. I had been wounded - that damn Solgaleo had gotten the better of me. I needed to heal, I needed light - and despite the darkness this kid had, his light outshone it all. [break][break] I wanted that. [break][break] I needed that. [break][break] I don't have any regrets about taking advantage of him, other than the fact that he definitely is stronger than I had anticipated, able to keep me at bay most days. Oddly enough, I've taken a liking to him, though I'd never admit that to him - I think he knows, to an extent. [break][break] But I don't think he knows just what I'm still capable of. This power will return one day, and I only hope he's up for the task and the strain that it will bring. [break][break]
there is nothing left to take, but i still try to reach. try to swallow it all down, yet i can't seem to breathe. just a single pill of mine, nothing else would suffice - i take it in, now i'm alive. my phone is set on lock, and i don't really care. there's a tangle and a knot that i cannot repair. i'm a tragedy, i'm ugly, i'm trying to hide. i say "hello", then wave "goodbye". see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honestly. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see it run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i still refuse to believe.
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>>> FRIENDSHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> HATESHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> LOVESHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> WANTED
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
