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MAGI 359 Full Spoiler Translation.

Disclaimer: i only to this for fun, to share it with you guys, and to practice my japanese :) which is very basic so keep in mind that i could be completely mistaken in some parts.  This is just a fan translation of incomplete spoilers so: Don’t forget to support the official releases of Magi!  

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Source: From Tieba Baidu’s Japanese scans and from Jump-Netabare’s texts , some pics also belong to marumaru’s korean scans.^^  Special thanks to @hirohy for the full raw!

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UPDATE: I added the info that was missing. You can read this together with the japanese raw. the link is on my blog!.



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*Jump-Netabare text: Something floats up from the valley to the sky. The people point to the sky.

Heliohapt Citizen:  What is that? Did the valley…rise up?

*Jump-Netabare text: There is a gigantic magic circle suspended in the sky.

Alibaba: !?

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Narration:

Hostility from all the people in the world, a threat without any interruption. How does Alibaba plan to overcome this by fighting alone!?

(TN: How does he plan to overcome this problem from his lone position?)


NIGHT 359 “Metal Vessels are for the sake of this day”

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xgirl88  asked:

hi! i love you blog! please can you write something about scully meeting ethan again, revival time.. MSR of course... but.. you know ethan haha he boring boyfriend scully had before FOX MULDER! Thank you very very much!

The Road Not Taken

Post Home Again, speed-write, no edit/beta, forgive me my typos!

Scully was dining alone when she saw him, a habit she’d picked up in those first, agonising months after she walked away from her old life, walked away from Mulder. The evenings had been the hardest, the echo of her empty apartment lengthening the shadow of her grief into something smothering, something that filled every sense with a heaviness that she couldn’t escape. So she had fled, to restaurants and cafes where she could lose herself in a book or her laptop, disappearing into the hum of of families, friends and lovers completing the patterns of their lives and only creeping back to the silence of her home in time to curl up and cry herself to sleep. The tears had stopped eventually but the dinner habit had stuck.

There have been less of them since the X-Files crept back into her life, since Mulder has begun slowly, surely to reclaim the corners of her world she’d never truly cleared him out of. Scully still pretends that she is surprised when he calls at 10pm to talk about nothing, when he shows up at her door with a case-file and a cardboard coffee cup, but she knows her indignant eyebrow is convincing neither of them. It’s like the old days, unspoken questions and maybe tomorrows written into long glances and indulgent smiles. Mulder is once again a man with purpose and she feels like maybe this time she’s a part of that purpose instead of just the one who will help him find it. It felt that way in the seedy motel with the peeping Jackalope. It felt that way outside the hospital where she watched him try to protect her, when he tried for the first time in forever to verbalise what she meant to him. Scully wishes they had had more time to work it out before Mulder became the last, best thing she had to cling to at her mother’s bedside.

Maybe Mulder is ready to be her partner again but she needs more than that to anchor her in her grief. She needs family. And the last time she asked Mulder to be that they both drowned in the undertow of their lost son.

Which is why she’s here, sipping coffee in a corner booth of a local bistro, pretending to read a report on her laptop but really staring blankly at the people passing through in the evening light. She finds her gaze returning over and again to the same man, to the strangely familiar curl of hair at the base of his skill, but she doesn’t recognise him until he turns slightly and the familiar profile explains away her confusion.

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