Remy, Sam, and Ray goes to Belle’s rented house for a sleepover. With late night blanket flatten out up above the sky, the boys getting ready for their slumber of the day.

Sam: *Walking in with an alligator plushy toy in his arms*.

Ray: Aww, you still have that plushie buddy? How cute~ Pfft.

Ray & Remy: 😆🤣😆

Belle: Urgh, cut it out, ye two! Yer laughin’ cuz yer not cool enough to understand how powerful deir precious bond is. Hmph! 😤 C’mere, Sam-Sam.

Sam: Oh… Sure…

Belle: Can I greet yer plus one here?

Sam: Yeah. *Clears throat*. Given name is Mr. Gator. Chivalrous Knight travelling from Sunshine State to wherever his master aka Me, lands his kingdom.

Belle: Hello an’ t’ank you for coming along, chivalrous sir! Hope ye enjoying yer time here with us~

Sam: He said “Thank you, kind lady! I’ve been in the service – fighting evil force and dragons – for five decades of my gator year. Looking forward the ceremony where my master bestowed my eventual, eternal rest.”

Belle: *Deep stares at Sam*… Is dis whatchu want, Sam?

Sam: *Nods and smiles*. I’ve been limiting my time with him for weekends only these days. Not wanting to overwork him anymore you know?

Belle: If dat’s de case, then I’d say yer doing very great! Hope yer will get dere – where yer want and Mr. Gator gets retirement he deserves. ☺

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Rogue: Hey umm, mind me asking you something? Remy: Uhh... sure? Rogue: How you do that? Remy: Do what? Rogue: You know, when we first met. Then umm, you just… touched me like that. Then left like nothing happened. Remy: 🤨… Mademoiselle, not want t’be rude but I’m outta de loop. Care to explain what’s de mean? Rogue: Ah! Forgot that you’re still new here. *Deep breaths* How do I say this? Well, my power is to absorb people’s minds and abilities when I’m touching someone; they end up passing out not long after that. Then my head suddenly filled with their memories. As if theirs is mine, therefore their life is my life. Worst of all, I can even transform into them! *Sniffles* And it hurts. Really hurts. Remy: Ah bon? Like Madame Mystique? Rogue: Yeah, it’s temporary though. Remy: Does dat happen everytime yer touched? Rogue: Pretty much. Until I met you that is. Remy: 🤔… I think I might know what’s going on. Rogue: 😦 Remy: Maybe it’s that yer only stealin’ a trickle of energy from de kinetic field o’ mine. Rogue: Heyyy don’t make it like I’m a thief like you! Wait, kinetic what now?? Remy: Ouh?? Ye not seeing it? Rogue: *Shakes head*. Remy: So not everyone can see it, I see. Oddly enough, Monsieur Magneto are one of few who did. Reason I went t’him after kicked out of de bayou. *Clears throat* Anyway, what I mean is dat yer actually touchin’ dis field around my body – think of it as a thin cloth around me. Like we breathin’ an’ blinkin’, it’s notta t’ing controlled in conscious – always activated, possibly for a lifetime. Since it’s invisible to ya, it does seem like a skin-t’skin touch. Could be de answer why I’m all sleepy after tending ya lil’ wound dat day. 🥱 Rogue: Wow that’s umm a lot to unpack. 😅 Remy: *Chuckles* Indeed. Anythin’ else? Gotta finish dis tape job here. Rogue: All cleared. Bye for now. 👋 Remy: If need any help next time, ye can always count on de best Cajun yer ever know – after my dear Belle of course~ 👉😎👈✨ Rogue: Oh please! 🙄😆

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SYAHAZ

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Remy, Sam, and Ray goes to Belle’s rented house for a sleepover. With late night blanket flatten out up above the sky, the boys getting ready for their slumber of the day.

Sam: *Walking in with an alligator plushy toy in his arms*.

Ray: Aww, you still have that plushie buddy? How cute~ Pfft.

Ray & Remy: 😆🤣😆

Belle: Urgh, cut it out, ye two! Yer laughin’ cuz yer not cool enough to understand how powerful deir precious bond is. Hmph! 😤 C’mere, Sam-Sam.

Sam: Oh… Sure…

Belle: Can I greet yer plus one here?

Sam: Yeah. *Clears throat*. Given name is Mr. Gator. Chivalrous Knight travelling from Sunshine State to wherever his master aka Me, lands his kingdom.

Belle: Hello an’ t’ank you for coming along, chivalrous sir! Hope ye enjoying yer time here with us~

Sam: He said “Thank you, kind lady! I’ve been in the service – fighting evil force and dragons – for five decades of my gator year. Looking forward the ceremony where my master bestowed my eventual, eternal rest.”

Belle: *Deep stares at Sam*… Is dis whatchu want, Sam?

Sam: *Nods and smiles*. I’ve been limiting my time with him for weekends only these days. Not wanting to overwork him anymore you know?

Belle: If dat’s de case, then I’d say yer doing very great! Hope yer will get dere – where yer want and Mr. Gator gets retirement he deserves. ☺

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Rogue: Hey umm, mind me asking you something? Remy: Uhh... sure? Rogue: How you do that? Remy: Do what? Rogue: You know, when we first met. Then umm, you just… touched me like that. Then left like nothing happened. Remy: 🤨… Mademoiselle, not want t’be rude but I’m outta de loop. Care to explain what’s de mean? Rogue: Ah! Forgot that you’re still new here. *Deep breaths* How do I say this? Well, my power is to absorb people’s minds and abilities when I’m touching someone; they end up passing out not long after that. Then my head suddenly filled with their memories. As if theirs is mine, therefore their life is my life. Worst of all, I can even transform into them! *Sniffles* And it hurts. Really hurts. Remy: Ah bon? Like Madame Mystique? Rogue: Yeah, it’s temporary though. Remy: Does dat happen everytime yer touched? Rogue: Pretty much. Until I met you that is. Remy: 🤔… I think I might know what’s going on. Rogue: 😦 Remy: Maybe it’s that yer only stealin’ a trickle of energy from de kinetic field o’ mine. Rogue: Heyyy don’t make it like I’m a thief like you! Wait, kinetic what now?? Remy: Ouh?? Ye not seeing it? Rogue: *Shakes head*. Remy: So not everyone can see it, I see. Oddly enough, Monsieur Magneto are one of few who did. Reason I went t’him after kicked out of de bayou. *Clears throat* Anyway, what I mean is dat yer actually touchin’ dis field around my body – think of it as a thin cloth around me. Like we breathin’ an’ blinkin’, it’s notta t’ing controlled in conscious – always activated, possibly for a lifetime. Since it’s invisible to ya, it does seem like a skin-t’skin touch. Could be de answer why I’m all sleepy after tending ya lil’ wound dat day. 🥱 Rogue: Wow that’s umm a lot to unpack. 😅 Remy: *Chuckles* Indeed. Anythin’ else? Gotta finish dis tape job here. Rogue: All cleared. Bye for now. 👋 Remy: If need any help next time, ye can always count on de best Cajun yer ever know – after my dear Belle of course~ 👉😎👈✨ Rogue: Oh please! 🙄😆

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SYAHAZ

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How's my day? Nobody asked. Today I just finished write up baseline code for my website's page that will visually showcase my interests. Oh and also uhh supposedly I write about RSS Feed but since now having new school of thought tonight, it'll go the draft purgatory for now oop. Anywayyy, I just watch this video that encourage people to write more creative non-fiction. And not gonna lie, it indirectly gives me answer on a lingering thought I had for quite awhile now that I'm back into blogging.

You see, I.. don't see myself as a /writer/ writer (in context of fanfiction writer here) and more of a Backstreet scriptwriter as I seem to not fancy on writing the way what you expect when you open a fic. Mine's is the form of dialogues; direct declaration on who's currently talking, which seems to be quite mocked format if say you publish it at fanfiction dedicated sites. So I don't do that anymore and publish it to my blogs instead. While it's not that big of a deal, I still yearn for concrete answer on its reasoning outside of it being my preference. "I gotta be more than that!" said my brain. When watching the aforementioned video, suddenly a thought appeared in my mind where I might be actually fond of the script format when writing fics due to sheer rawness it feels to me. Imagine if a fic is a website, my writing style is pretty much can be described as a website made of pure HTML and minimal CSS, nothing more, maybe less.

Which is the very same why I able to write in super long essays when blogging or fine going through endless coding height but not so much on writing a fic. When you're coding, their logical functionality - plus your overall understanding and familiarity of them - will decide whether you'll get the result you want or not. Missed punctuation? Boom, the code won't run. 'Position: relative;' not in the CSS of an element? Boom, element suddenly not responsive. You get the idea. Whereas when you're writing as yourself speaking outside fictional realm (think of journaling for example), the only definite obstacle you'll have is well, yourself, in my opinion. Yes sure there could be other factors too but that one depends on each individual, right? Therefore, for me, the less bureaucracy happens in my brain when I'm writing the more extensive my output will become.

Writing a fic however, feels like an art of written puppetry to me - usually between two puppets but may vary depending on the story in question. Say you want your story to be deliberately enjoyable for others, there's likely be the need to make your puppet(s) be as appealing as possible, the need to have your puppetry skill be as entertaining as possible, the need to run the show where the venue and stage in-line to very craft you dearly want to express. The amount of information traffic happened even just for a one-shot truly melt my creativity tank level had I forced myself towards conventional format. To put it simply, I'm just not that guy sobsss. Respect for folks who can write dictionary-thick fic. Such sorcery definitely possible with love, care and passion to the core. XD