this is absolutely canon, he absolutely would. fuckin amaya would wreck his ass, tear him a new one. fuckin callum would cover ezrans eyes like shit aunt amaya there are children present
Gren, signing at Amaya desperately: CAPTAIN AMAYA PLEASE STOP
Amaya: YOU CAN’T STOP ME I’VE BEEN WAITING DECADES FOR THIS
Gren, turning to Harrow: YOU’RE MAJESTY SAY SOMETHING!
Harrow, wiping away tears: Your sister would be so proud of you…
* Soren being the slightly dumb but lovable jock is excellent. Like i haven’t really said it before but no joke Lovable Jocks are like one of my fav tropes ever and Soren is a very good example. Dude is not going to have an easy time “doing the right thing” as Viren said.
* Speaking of Viren, I’m liking our “main villain” so far, and I put that in quotation marks because the show really does make it ambiguous whether or not he’s all the way evil or not. His dialog with the king makes it seem like he does have some good intentions, but his actions cast him in a different light. And those coins. Brr.
* Our main trio is also a lot of fun, we learn a lot about them and get to see them grow and mature a bit and their interactions are a joy. Callum is a genuinely charming dork, Ezran is a ray of sunshine, and Rayla is just….the best. (okay sure she’s brash and hard headed and slow to trust and quick to anger but that’s why she’s the best)
* on the slightly less positive side does any one thing the animation can be a bit…jerky? Like, not bad but whenever they do really small movements the models seem to kinda do the motion a few frames at a time. It only really bothered me for the first few episodes because after I just ignore it.
* The models themselves and the animation in general is just stellar though.
* Same for the voice acting! Good job! Especially Rayla, Viren and Gren. Really good.
* Also Amaya is the absolute best and she better live through this whole series and get to go sledding and hiking with her nephews again. And punch Viren in the nose, it is imperative to both her character and the narrative that she punch Viren in the nose.
* Also glad to see a fantasy series with the word “dragon” in it that actually involves dragons in a significant way, you guys have no idea how rare those actually are.
Over all a fun new show and I can’t wait for more 😀
Gren:[translating] Wow, I can’t believe they made a whole day dedicated to you.
I’m only like 4-5 episodes in but the best part of the dragon prince is that the Elves are the ones with the thick Scottish accents, after hearing so many posh assholes with pointy ears its a good departure from convention.
….Also it’s amusing to think of Rayla going on a rant of insults like Scotsman from Samurai Jackwhile Callum and Ezran mumble something like “what’s wrong with drinking milk?”
@an0nymz In response to your tags, this was a cord used to hook up a PlayStation or PlayStation 2, with RCA heads on one end, and that rectangular head on the other end. It could also be used with a PS3, but PS3 also had an HDMI output, so most people used that.
That is cool! I only ever had Playstation 3 and 4, so no wonder I’ve never seen that before!
Here’s a closer look
I’d show you the whole cable, but I’ve got things set up in a pretty specific way, and dissembling it would be a pain…
Holy F UCK
Have we really reached the year where some of you guys haven’t seen this before…?
(warning: lots of blood and mentions of grievous injuries)
Anji was always quick to take in a situation, no matter how odd or seemingly overwhelming it might first appear.
Going from place to place mostly on foot looking for criminals to either apprehend for money or discuss safe passage required that he make snap decisions based on the reality of whatever predicament he found himself in.
Whenever he was at a loss, the first thing he always did was ascertain the facts.
The facts of this particular situation being that Baiken was currently sitting down while holding onto a sobbing child with her one arm, and her sword was lodged firmly between the eyeballs of someone with a bird like mask strapped to his face.
The man was also missing both arms, though Anji couldn’t really bring himself to look around for them.
Anji didn’t say a word as he surveyed the area, his mind itching to jump to all sorts of wild conclusions, both about the man and why Baiken might want to kill him, but he refrained, instead choosing to focus on the other person of interest in this matter.
For what he could see of the girl as she sobbed into the front of Baiken’s kimono, she was very young, perhaps six or seven at the oldest. She had ivory white hair, and was dressed in looked to be a hospital gown.
The most interesting thing however, was the single slightly stubby horn sticking out of her forehead.The sight of it throw him for another loop, the possibility she might be some kind of Gear (and goodness would that complicate matters if that was true and Baiken was not aware of that) swirled in his head for a moment, before he took a deep breath and focused his eyes on Baiken once more.
Her hair was a mess, falling around her face and partially obscuring the crying girl. Her clothes were heavily stained in blood and ripped, a few deep cuts around her arms and legs showing through the gaps.
Her eye-patch was missing, another shallow cut going through her forehead and spilling blood over the much older scar.
Her face was calm and measured, her eye focused squarely on the top of the girls head as her arm traced slow and deliberate circles on her back, the girl’s loud sobbing gradually slowing.
Soon the girl fell silent and the death grip she held on Baiken grew slack and her hand fell down to her side without a sound. Amidst the now quiet breathing of the girl a few more scant sniffles and hiccups sounded before all was silent.
Baiken let out a slow breath and raised her head to look at him, the first time she had acknowledged him since he showed up.
Anji thought very carefully for a few moments, knowing he can only ask a few questions before they would need to get as far away from the fresh and bleeding corpse as possible, clearing his throat.
“Baiken, who was that man?”
He pointed behind her to the corpse, the sun glinting off the blade stuck in his skull.
“A bastard.”
She answered quietly and calmly, her gaze firmly on Anji and without a hint of glancing back at the aforementioned dead man.
“….Why did you kill him?”
Her eye narrowed and stabbed through him, but her voice remained calm, “Didn’t you hear me? He was a bastard.”
He didn’t flinch from her glare, and on his tongue the possibility to mention the dozens of other bastards that Baiken had met and not killed rested, but he chocked it down.
“How did you know he was a bastard?” Was what he inquired instead, voice level, “since, unless I’m forgetting something, this is the first time either of us had ever met him.”
She glared at him for another half second, before she sighed and began raising to her feet, her arm curling around the little girl in her lap, “She told me.”
Anji couldn’t help the scoff that rose from his throat, “A little girl told you that someone was a bastard?”
Baiken adjusted her hold before she walked, well limped more like, towards Anji, stopping when she reached him ,”She didn’t need to.” And then, with more gentleness than Anji has ever seen her employ, she deposited the girl in his arms. Anji adjusted his arms to cradle the child on reflex.
A bit bewildered Anji glanced at the girl in his arms, noticing the massive amount of bandages wrapped around her limbs for the first time, the raggedy state of her clothes, and the ashy texture of her pale skin for the first time.
He looked back at Baiken, she stared right into his eyes, the shadows of the alleyway bringing the scar on her left eye into relief. She was waiting, daring him to object to whatever she was planning to do.
Instead, he sighed, and offered a smile, “Alright…who is she then?”
Her glare softened considerably before she looked down at the girl, her hand reaching up to move a few stray white hair from her face, “Eri.” She lowered her hand and turned on her heel, walking towards her dead opponent.
He threw a tired smile at her back as she walked, chuckling a little, “Right, so then, what do you think we should do with little miss Eri?”
She reached her sword and grabbed it, “Get her as far away from her as we can first off,” She intoned blandly, tugging at her sword to try and get it out of the skull of her enemy, “Then we feed her, bath her-shit it’s stuck-and put her in some clean clothes.”
Anji turned himself away from the gruesome sight of Baiken trying to get her sword out, keeping his eye on her while he made sure Eri would not witness it, “And after that? What?”
With a growl of frustration, Baiken stomped on her opponent’s face for leverage, crushing the bird mask in the process, and with one last yank finally retrieved her sword with a load squelching sound.
Anji discreetly removed his palms from Eri’s ears.
Baiken huffed as she wiped her sword on the legs of her kimono, staining what little white was still left, “Ask me in the morning.” She sheathed the katana and walked away from the body, her boots splashing slightly as she stepped on a few errant puddles, “For now we need to move.”
She walked passed him, only sparing half a second to give a quick glance at the sleeping Eri, and he followed a few steps behind, trailing her as she choose the most out of sight route out of the city.
He looked down at the girl and smirked, “Who knew? You actually had some maternal instincts after all.”
“Shove it up your ass.”
He clicked his tongue, “Now now, if Eri is going to accompany us, you will need to watch your language a bit more dear.”
She scoffed and shook her head, but said nothing.
(Kai Chisaki would be found a few hours later, a quick investigation is conducted but soon grows cold for lack of any leads. A few sightings of Eri would be reported over the following months, accompanied by two people dressed in long kimonos.
A samurai in white and black, and a dancer in blue. Eri herself would be dressed in salmon colors, a short dagger and fan tied to her hip.)
She took up acting because the malnutrition she suffered under the nazis permanently damaged her health and prevented her from pursuing her dream to be a ballerina. During the war, she danced to raise money for the resistance – even though she was literally starving, she used what strength she had to make sure more nazis got shot.
She and her mom also denounced their royal heritage because of the Nazis in their family
Also Audrey was a humanitarian until her death, though ill with cancer, she continued her work for UNICEF, travelling to Somalia, Kenya, the United Kingdom, Switzerland, France and the United States.
These are things I literally never would have known about. I’m tired of women being painted as just being pretty.
I’M SO HAPPY TO SEE HER AT AN OLDER AGE I SWEAR!
Here’s another nice one.
For the longest time I assumed she had died really young because I never saw any pictures of her at an older age. She was an amazing woman.
Rex's place 