webAppInput

SceneIdQuery

myProfile

scene

query SceneIdQuery(
  $id: ID!
  $webAppInput: WebAppInput
) {
  myProfile(webAppInput: $webAppInput) {
    ...MyProfile_myProfile
    id
  }
  scene(id: $id) {
    ...Scene_scene
    ...SceneMedias_scene_16LRdq
    id
    order
    rating
    title
    seoTitle
    seoDescription
    isPublished
    isScheduled
    publishedAt
    content
    embeddedMedia {
      mediaId
      state
    }
    story {
      ...Story_story
      id
      isMine
      commentsAccess
    }
    prevScene {
      id
    }
    nextScene {
      id
    }
  }
}

fragment JobInfo_job on AiGenerationJob {
  id
  type
  status
  currentStage
  attemptCount
  maxAttempts
  lastErrorCode
  scheduledAt
}

fragment MediaStatusFields_media on Media {
  id
  status
  generationError
  activeGenerationJob {
    ...JobInfo_job
    currentStage
    id
  }
}

fragment MyProfile_myProfile on User {
  id
  name
  email
  isAdmin
  hasEverPaid
  isEmailConfirmed
  isEmailNotificationEnabled
  isTelegramNotificationEnabled
  isTempPassword
  avatar
  cover
  about
  contacts
  support
  telegramId
  vkId
  availableLimits
  frozenLimits
  urlSlug
  topUpPackages {
    id
    price
    currency
    toBalanceLimits
    bonusLimits
    totalCreditedLimits
    USD
  }
  availablePaymentProviders
  aiGenerationCosts {
    plan {
      size
      cost
    }
    characterSuggest
    ideaExpand
    sceneWrite {
      length
      cost
    }
    mediaGenerate
    animate {
      baseCost
      audioSurcharge
    }
  }
  activeGenerationJobs {
    id
    type
    status
    limitCost
    story {
      id
      authorTitle
    }
  }
}

fragment SceneMedias_scene_16LRdq on Scene {
  id
  story {
    id
  }
  mediaAttachments(viewMode: READ) {
    id
    media {
      ...MediaStatusFields_media
      id
      type
      origin
      previewSrc
      mediaSrc512: mediaSrc(size: 512)
      mediaSrc1024: mediaSrc(size: 1024)
      videoPosterSrc(size: 1024)
      userPrompt
      finalPrompt
      rawPrompt
      mediaAttachments {
        id
        story {
          id
        }
        scene {
          id
        }
        character {
          id
        }
      }
      embeddedInScenes {
        id
      }
    }
  }
  embeddedMedia {
    mediaId
    state
  }
  sceneCharacterStates {
    id
    character {
      id
      name
    }
  }
}

fragment Scene_scene on Scene {
  id
  order
  displayOrder
  title
  rating
  isPublished
  isScheduled
  publishedAt
  minWaitersToPublish
  waitersCount
  readCount
  content
  story {
    id
    isMine
  }
}

fragment Story_story on Story {
  id
  title
  createdAt
  publicDescription
  type
  size
  narrativeType
  rating
  hasCharacters
  status
  isPublished
  isMine
  publishedAt
  likesCount
  favoritesCount
  displayDirection
  plotGenres
  settingGenres
  moods
  tropes
  displayContentWarnings
  sceneAtmospheres
  publishedStats {
    scenesCount
    wordsCount
  }
  author {
    id
    name
    urlSlug
    avatar
  }
  characters {
    id
    name
  }
  fandoms {
    id
    urlSlug
    translation {
      canonicalName
      id
    }
  }
  myState {
    isLiked
    isFavorited
    isWaiting
    id
  }
  lastPublishedScene {
    id
  }
}


The hum of the cooling fans in the subterranean laboratory felt more oppressive than usual, a steady, rhythmic mechanical heartbeat that vibrated through the steel floorboards and into the soles of my boots. Hours had bled away since Kisuke returned from the transit tunnels, his green haori stained with the grime of the city’s deep underbelly. Standing near the central console, I felt the familiar weight of my heavy coat pulling at my shoulders, a constant reminder of the vigilance we were forced to maintain. The monitors in front of us pulsed with a sickly, rhythmic glow, casting elongated, jagged shadows against the concrete walls of the shop basement.

Kisuke remained hunched over the keyboard, his fingers moving with a frantic, uncharacteristic precision that spoke of his internal agitation. Each flick of his wrist, each sharp clack of the mechanical keys, sent a fresh wave of data sprawling across the screens—flickering, incomprehensible streams of spiritual pressure indices and spectral heat maps. My eyes scanned the readouts, trying to catch patterns in the chaotic jumble, but the primary task of decoding belonged to the shifting green light upon his hat-covered head. I shifted my weight, the leather of my gloves creaking softly as I rested my hands on the cool, metallic edge of the desk. My thoughts circled back to the fractured cross, an emblem that looked like a jagged scar drawn in ink, biting into memory like a sharp tooth.

The hum of the cooling fans in the subterranean laboratory felt more oppressive than usual, a steady, rhythmic mechanical heartbeat that vibrated through the steel floorboards and into the soles of my boots. Hours had bled away since Kisuke returned from the transit tunnels, his green haori stained with the grime of the city’s deep underbelly. Standing near the central console, I felt the familiar weight of my heavy coat pulling at my shoulders, a constant reminder of the vigilance we were forced to maintain. The monitors in front of us pulsed with a sickly, rhythmic glow, casting elongated, jagged shadows against the concrete walls of the shop basement.

Kisuke remained hunched over the keyboard, his fingers moving with a frantic, uncharacteristic precision that spoke of his internal agitation. Each flick of his wrist, each sharp clack of the mechanical keys, sent a fresh wave of data sprawling across the screens—flickering, incomprehensible streams of spiritual pressure indices and spectral heat maps. My eyes scanned the readouts, trying to catch patterns in the chaotic jumble, but the primary task of decoding belonged to the shifting green light upon his hat-covered head. I shifted my weight, the leather of my gloves creaking softly as I rested my hands on the cool, metallic edge of the desk. My thoughts circled back to the fractured cross, an emblem that looked like a jagged scar drawn in ink, biting into memory like a sharp tooth. «The Vanishing Badge», part 5. Fanfiction — Bleach.

Contradictory Evidence. The Vanishing Badge — Bleach fanfiction | Fanfica

Contradictory Evidence

Soul Society

When a substitute shinigami's badge vanishes overnight, Yoruichi Shihōin and Kisuke Urahara decide to formalize their usual meddling into a proper detective agency. Their first case seems straightforward—find the badge, return it, collect a favor. But the trail leads deep into the spiritual underbelly of Karakura Town, where old enemies nurse grudges and new alliances form in shadow. A conspiracy emerges, one that threatens to collapse the fragile truce between Soul Society and the Quincy. With time running out and tensions rising, can two exiles solve the mystery before the peace shatters?

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