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What Exactly Do You Do? (King Ohger fic)

This piece is a commission done for @muzzleofnemesis

Summary:

Gira isn't exactly "on the level" with what all the president of N'Kosopa does per say, but he trusts his friend's skills and judgements. Yanma on the other hand, well he has a reputation to uphold and if this red clad "little prince" doesn't even understand why, then what's the point? So he takes it upon himself to take a crack at explaining what his skillset is all about. Even if it doesn't actually sink in.

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In these new peace times between the kingdoms of the alliance, Gira was quick to make himself a common visitor among the other’s territories whenever he had any free time from Shuggodam and admittedly sometimes when he didn’t. He couldn't help himself, his travels even just at the beginning had shown him so much more than the commons and the orphanage of Shuggodam ever could. None alone getting to see not only a whole new expanded world before him, but getting to meet all different kinds of people and kingdoms across its expanse. From sweeping country sides and royal palaces, to the frigid cold and mountains, he loved all of it and was always fascinated by every new thing he got to see or learn with all the new people he had met along the way. However, it was the land that confused him most that ended up drawing his attention more often and his company even more so.

N’Kosopa as a place was something he was sure he’d never fully or truly “get”, as though so much of it’s advancements and technology had originally been in service of Shuggodam more than itself until more recent years, Gira hadn’t grown up in the aristocracy or the palace. He hadn’t been privy to the luxuries and conveniences that his kingdom’s power had claimed for them, so aside the few that wormed their way into the general populace market districts or for communication from the upper classes across the kingdom, so much of it was foreign in every definition of the word. He’d find himself startled by holograms lining the sidewalks and buildings, the constant blaring of sounds layering together from all the screens and announcements were often confusing and overwhelming for anyone not wearing headphones to single out the sounds directed to them specifically. The sprawling cityscape of the place that seemed never ending was always set aglow with lights painting the metal buildings in neons and deep blues, an ever present hum that came with electricity seemed to accent the rest of the soundscape of N’Kosopa.

It was hard to adjust to, and Gira doubted he would ever manage it truly, but he was so charmed by its people  and their passion that he would always make the effort to try and to come immerse himself in it regardless. Whether it was to play with the children, exchanging their games on their tablets and mini computers always on hand with the make-believe and performances he brought from Shuggodam, or to be lead around by some of the those that worked more closely with Yanma himself to keep the kingdom’s hundreds if not thousands of programs and systems working. They would, in the same breath of exasperated scolding for not understanding something, go out of their way to either do it for him or explain it in detail. Gira didn't always pick up what they were doing, but he was happy they made the effort all the same. They weren’t his people, but he never felt like he didn't belong around them either. After all, they were the nakama of someone he saw as nakama of his own, so it was all the same at the end of the day right?

Speaking of which, Yanma had been his specific reason for coming this time: the president had wanted to speak of starting to install and bring some of the communication systems from the upper classes of Shuggodam down to the rest of the kingdom. And so, he had been all but summoned to discuss it at his “palace.” They still called it the palace within the kingdom, but for all intensive purposes it was just a huge glorified office building with the “throne room” consisting of a very large area that was brightly lit and held both access to a landing deck of sorts for those coming in via the various hovercrafts and bikes or the other Shugods. God Tonbo had the room if desired to enter the sprawling area, but he seemed content to laze on the building’s outside or to do similar across the kingdom flitting from one place to the next with interest to N’Kosopa’s constant glow. It made Gira wonder if that might be part of the reason it was always like that, a small gesture to its Shugod, and the idea of it made him smile fondly.

Otherwise in the large space, aside some towers for displaying any broadcasts and announcements, it seemed to only comprise of the surprisingly modest desk set-up Yanma took to for his work as President. It was covered in various trinkets and wires spilling over everything across the desk and along the floor, A few bigger hologram monitors set up above the desk and his trademark silver smaller laptop at its center. No matter when or how often Gira visited, there were always littered bottles and food wrappers it seemed strewn about the floor and, once the two had gotten more comfortable, it was also mostly to the floor the two took to when in the “throne room” as well. The chair often left forgotten, they’d often sit or sprawl across the floor around or even outright underneath the desk, whatever odd positions they could find on the floor that seemed to be comfortable enough.

Shiokara always whined and nagged at him when he inevitably found them sprawled on the floor amongst trash, wires, and cd cases that he needed to do better for accommodating guests, especially another King, but Gira would always laugh and smile fondly once more as he watched the president sink into familiar bickering and shouting from his place beside him with his right-hand “tanuki.” To Gira, this was the most comfortable and warm place in all of N’Kosopa because it was Yanma’s personal space and as small as it was, it held so much personality from his dear nakama and it was here they allowed themselves to sink into their own rhythm and comfort with each other. Both full of fluffed up feathers and false pretense, but only shallowly so and they both could easily read the other to see through it anyway. When they were here, it was more out of decorum than trying to convince the other of something. It was silly. It was easy. It was…nice. 

This time, Gira found himself kneeling slightly behind Yanma to look over his shoulder, the other’s laptop set atop the seat of the chair like a table despite the actual desk less than feet away. Yanma was half sprawled on the floor, leaning his arm on a raised knee and the rest  extended out lazily as if to take as much open space as possible. With his propped hand though, he rapidly pulled up various schematics and programs bringing them from his small screen to be flicked up to the holo-monitors above for better viewing.

“Look here alright? So the guy before me here had basically copied our main system for Shuggodam’s palace and the aristocrat bastard’s part of the kingdom, Yeah? It isn’t much different than the older format of what we have set up here except that your royalty demanded it be more centralized so it could only be used by the king. So there’s only one IP since it’s only connected to one host location for the entire network. Everything else you all have is just portable screens that are wired to transmit the same signals and messages out from there, but they can’t be used to send feedback of any kind the other way. 

Because there’s pretty much only one way to send out though, it’ll be stupid easy to just reconfigure it into a proper network across your kingdom if we hook up the towers like we have every…let’s say a couple in every town. We can’t bring it to everyone’s homes at this point, but we can make hubs for each town so-”

Gira leaned forward, his chin all but on Yanma’s shoulder as he tried squinting at the laptop screen as if it would magically click something into place for him. Yanma craned his head to the side so he could side eye the red glad prince, and noticed an obviously confused scrunching of his brow and parting of lips as if Gira wanted to ask a question but didn't understand enough of the situation to actually formulate one. The president clicked his tongue, impatient letting his glance turn into a glare.

“So…you’re not going to hack into it.”

“Haa?? What do you….no, I don't have to do that. Since it only goes one way, it never set up any kind of firewall or even bothered encrypting the code that sends the broadcasts and information out. Not like anyone in your kingdom exactly knows anything about our tech, so he didn't even bother.”

“If you don’t have to hack it though, how are you supposed to set up more of that stuff then?”

“Oi.”

Gira hummed brightly in attention, letting his dark brown meet narrowed deep blue.

“Do you think everything with computers is hacking? Do you even know what hacking really is or did you just decide that’s all I know how to do?”

Gira titled his head to the side, blinking a few times in confusion as he took in the question. “Is it…not?”

Yanma groaned loudly, grabbing his laptop and letting himself flop onto his back next to the red clad man, resettling his laptop on his stomach as he craned his head up a bit to look at the screen. He opened his mouth to speak when he felt something warm and firm fill the space between the back of his head and the floor, and he chanced a glance up to see Gira now much closer and smiling down at him. He had shuffled forward and pressed his calf behind Yanma’s head so he could rest on something instead of holding his own head up it seemed, a gesture that DID NOT make Yanma’s brain stutter for a moment nor his stomach flip in the slightest.

Clicking his tongue again, he tore his gaze back to his laptop and opened a couple half finished programs, adding and altering codes he had picked up and put back down numerous times for something to do with his hands while he spoke more than anything actually necessary. It was scripts for some adjustments to some minor programs that ran some of the smaller machines he used in daily life, nothing too fancy at all but he never seemed to actually dedicate the time to truly being productive with them. With his hands busy though and something to focus on, he let himself fall back to the exasperation at hand with his guest-friend-now pillow.

“Gira, do you have any idea how shit even works-”

“Hey!”

“Shut up, I wasn’t done. Do you have any idea how shit even works here . In N’Kosopa.”

“Ah. Mm…”

“I don’t mean the people, I mean the actual place: the buildings, the vehicles, the computers, the lights, the holograms, all of it. Do you know how that works?”

Gira pouted a bit and shook his head.

“Code. Code that people, usually me, have to write. That code acts as instructions that we then apply to programs that people also have to make, usually me. The code tells the program how to run and what to do and how to interact with things, yeah?” he paused, waiting for a nod before going on. “Okay, so a program can have really simple or complicated instructions, but either way the program actually runs those instructions and usually it is what tells whatever thing it is applied to or in how to do its job to. So an alarm clock yeah? It doesn't know how to work, it's a clock. So we have a program that tells that clock how to work and when to go off. Everything here works off of that logic…basically anyway.”

He heard Gira hum in thought above him and he let out a breath in a bit of relief.

“So then, the network that connects everything together here so we can all talk to each other and makes all our shit works and all that: that’s run by tons and tons of all those programs and things working in tandem all the time. Hacking would be…” He paused for a moment, grumbling a bit to himself as he weighed out the worth of using proper terminology of incorrectly explaining it to get the gist across. The latter won and with a sigh. he picked back up with, “it’s like if someone either broke down and through those programs to change or add stuff of yours or they outright rewrote your programs to do different things than you wanted them to.”

“So…you can just change someone else’s that they made?”

Yanma let himself give a small huff and a smirk as he replied, “If you’re good at it.”

“Oh, so you’re the president because you’re the best at both things?”

“Eh…close enough, yeah. Doesn't matter what it is, I'm always on top so of course I clawed my way up to president. I'm the best at hacking, programming, and anything else I wanna do no problem. Good you finally got that then.” He crossed his arms on his chest, flipping his laptop closed as he moved them and he let himself close his eyes to avoid looking directly into eyes he knew were still staring down at him while still coming off casual.

“Then don’t bother explaining the stuff you’re going to put in Shuggodam, since I'm sure I won't exactly get it but I know it’ll be great if you’re doing it. If you’re on top with everything, then so will what you give us.”

Yanma’s eyes shot open, a light blush dusting his cheeks at the compliment as he now met Gira face to face, Gira’s being a bit too close for his composure at the moment. 

“D-don’t just-, are you a dumbass? I could be doing anything in there and you wouldn't even know it! You shouldn't be so-....” 

Yanma stopped himself, moving to place his laptop off him and to the side before twisting around and up onto his knees suddenly. Gira seemed to have anticipated the move and at the same time had been quick to slide back and get up on his feet again in a partial crouch. They both stared each other down, Gira with a playful grin of challenge and Yanma with growing hot irritation. In an instant, Gira jumped back to avoid Yanma all but pouncing forward to grab at him, and like that, began a chase around the throne room accompanied by angry shouting and loud excited laughter. Yanma’s much more clumsy almost clawing pace behind Gira’s practiced almost dance of a sprint around the room.

“YOU JUST DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME EXPLAIN THIS SHIT TO YOU!”

He was given a delighted laugh and amidst his shouting and their childish game of tag, Yanma found himself enjoying the moment despite himself. Gira could be an idiot about things sometimes, but the guy seemed to just draw you into his pace whether you wanted to or not. And well, Yanma wasn't quite opposed to it.

Almost done!

ANGY 😡

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King Kyoryuzin 🪲🦖👑

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Rough translation 

3 Moffun’s song (Anime “Together with Moffun” Theme song)

Vocals: Hitomi Yoshida

Lyrics/Composition: Minato Takano (Kingohger’s main writer)

Arrangement: Kohji Mizuguchi

5 Moffun’s song (Karaoke version)

<Anime “Together with Moffun” original soundtrack>

6 Title back (?)

Composition and arrangement: Kohji Mizuguchi

7 Cute Moffun

Composition: Minato Takano

Arrangement: Kohji Mizuguchi

8 At Mofu Village 

Composition and arrangement: Kohji Mizuguchi

9 I won’t let you go mofu~ 

Composition: Minato Takano

Arrangement: Kohji Mizuguchi

10 Chibi Moffun 

Composition: Minato Takano

Arrangement: Kohji Mizuguchi

11 Let’s go, Moffun! 

Composition and arrangement: Kohji Mizuguchi

12 Moffun’s song (short version) 

This is either, an in-universe show and we are going to get a Rita & Moffun focus episode soon or Moffun is about to get his own little spin-off like Racles

There's a Moffun WHAT??

I dunno how real this is but MOFFUN ANIME???

MOFFUN SONGS???

RITA & MOFFUN FOCUS EPISODES MAYBE???

“Please pay attention to the relationship between those two who hold the key to Moffun’s secret”

Wasn’t expecting to wake up and find the official Twitter account hyping HimeRita. Love it

Thinking about how Rita has been using the same clothes for 15 years

I know it was a serious moment for Himeno but I couldn’t help but laugh when she asked Glody why he killed her parents and his response was this:

Toei out there taking full advantage of Aoto saying that Jasmine was his childhood crush in an interview as well as letting him live that childhood dream now that he is a sentai actor too

Run.

Beautiful but Psycho Girlfriends who fight with scythes