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dragonrajafanfiction · 4 years

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Dragon Dancer III: Blood Joy

I faced my friends for what could be the last time.

“You’ll let us know if anything happens?” Johann said.

I looked him in the eyes. “You’ll know before anyone else.”

Chisei had finally sent me the photo of Erii’s hospital room. It was 8 pm in the evening an hour before my scheduled shift. Lu Mingfei had joined us in the Takamagahara I’d hugged him for a long time. But now, I was leaving.

Chisei could very well kill me. Tachibana could be lying in wait. But this was the beginning of what could be our best chance to get out of here.

Johann stepped forward and gave me a lingering kiss, the back of his gloved hand running down my cheek. “Be careful.”

I nodded, my emotions rising in my throat, rendering me speechless. I stepped away from him, glancing at the picture of my phone, orienting myself to face the correct direction and closing my eyes. Erii’s room seemed imaginary at first, then solidified into a sort of semi-reality that told me that the path to teleport was clear and correct. I stepped forward and vanished into the dark.

Three seconds later, I stepped out of the shadow.

The Takamagahara suite was replaced by the woman’s bedroom covered in exquisite paintings and smelling of sandalwood. The sight of my friends was replaced by a potentially very dangerous person. Chisei startled as I appeared suddenly in the blink of an eye. His hand unconsciously went to the hilt of his sword, but then relaxed as I didn’t move.

I smiled and waved, hiding my slamming heartbeat. “Hello!”

He took a breath to relieve his own nerves.

I looked at Erii. She’d been sedated at my request. She was hooked up to what appeared to be a modified IV. One tube was siphoning away her blood and running it through a machine that collected a blue-black fluid in a canister before returning it to her body. The fluid in the machine gave off an eerie feeling. I stared at it, hairs standing on end.

Chisei crossed his arms. I cleared my throat and looked at her with dragon eyes.

Even with the treatment, her body was in what I could only describe as a process similar to oxidation. She was in constant exposure to high levels of dragon DNA that spread like fire and rust and would start to eat away at her the moment she got off the machine. This dragon blood would need to be burned away, cauterized by my speaking spirit. And it would hurt.

“She’s well sedated?” I asked.

He nodded.

I sat down at the side of her bed. “Wow... I’ve never seen it... this powerful. Well... actually I take that back.” I blinked away the dragon eyes. “Do you have a syringe?”

“What are you planning to do?” He asked.

“Give her an injection of my blood as a primer. It’s hard to explain but my speaking feels like a pushing, a throwing back of the dragonblood. Right now, hers has a momentum that is hard to push back against. The injection will give me a boost that will make things easier.”

He turned to a small rolling cabinet and found a few syringes. I watched him, relaxing a bit more. He was serious-faced. I could tell he cared a lot about his sister. He was upset and didn’t want to talk. He had reason.

He handed me three syringes and I accepted them. “I’m not really versed in drawing my own blood. Can you do it?”

He sat next to me as I held out my arm. His hands were rough in the same places as Johann’s. I could feel myself start to blush and mentally kicked myself. I shyly avoided his eyes. I told myself to stop it. But I couldn’t stop it.

I was happy to see him. The same happiness I imagined feeling when I hadn’t seen a friend in a long time.

He tapped on my arm to find the vein and I tried not to flinch. I watched my blood fill the hollow glass tube. He removed the needle and handed it back to me.

There was a thing called Blood Cry, the inherited loneliness that one feels as a hybrid in a human world. But being with Chisei, I felt something different, a strong desire for trust. A kinship. I wanted to be with him no matter what the danger.

I felt the same way with Lu Mingfei. What would be the opposite of Blood Cry? I wondered.

I turned to Erii. “Can you inject it into her?”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded. “I did the same to Johann Chu. So I know it works.”

He raised his eyes to me at that, but then lowered them and took Erii’s arm.

The heart monitor showed a quickening in her pulse after the injection. Chisei moved aside. I took her hand. In my father’s language, I spoke the words ‘Release’ and felt my Spirit howl against her dragon blood like a strong wind against a cloud. It pushed and twisted against it, hobbling it, confining it, dampening it.

Erii’s mouth opened and she gasped.

I closed my eyes and spoke again. “Release.”

This time, the combination of my blood and the speaking spirit started a cascading and collapsing of her corruption. The tide had turned. The corroding influences were brought to heel as her human DNA was bolstered by my Spirit manipulation to be just as strong as the dragon blood in her.

I opened my eyes. “Okay. I’m done.”

I looked at him. “She’s going to be really sore when she wakes up. But she won’t descend into a monster any more. However... she’s about halfway there still. She’ll still need to be careful not to use her Soul Skill too much or she’ll relapse.”

Chisei’s shoulders relaxed, his head lowered. He seemed to be a man lost, a bewildered.

“It’s really over, Chisei. She won’t ... have to do this any more.” I gestured to the machines. When he still didn’t respond, I asked, “What is it?”

“I found something, in a Kabuki theater where Ruri Kazama was hiding out.”

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a photo. It was clearly him, a boldfaced young man and another one with a softer, kinder expression. “Oh! It’s you and your brother!”

Chisei continued to stare at me and I stared right back. “How did you know he was my brother?” He asked in a soft whisper.

“I used my speaking spirit to subdue him when he tried to kidnap me. He’s the one who told me about the village in the mountains. Where he used to live. He told me you were his brother. I saw his memories. It was about a year ago....” My voice trailed off in confusion. “I thought you knew Ruri... was your brother... he told me he was your brother...” I repeated, growing more bewildered.

He didn’t answer.

“You know I was wondering why you asked me about Ruri on the call. I guess this explains that.”

We were silent a moment. “Can you take me to that village?” He asked.

“Yeah! I still remember the way. Erii will be okay.” I held out my hand to him.

He took it.

“It’s going to feel very dark and cold for about three seconds. Don’t let go.” I closed my eyes and focused on the room that Ruri Kazama had showed me. We disappeared. We reappeared in the pitch black and the rain and part of me panicked, wondering if I had gone back in time to the night of the Raid. But no, it was just that there was a hole in the roof of the room now and water was pouring inside.

“The Earthquake must have damaged it.” Chisei said, pulling me out of the rain. We looked outside. The town appeared like something out of a horror movie, with collapsed buildings, rubble and debris strewn all over. I looked up at him. This place used to be his home, but his face was expressionless. “There’s something I need to show you.”

We stepped outside, heedless of the steady rain and the mud. “This town was built around a Shrine. We rarely got any visitors outside monks and tourists. So it was quiet.”

“Ruri Kazama’s real name is Chime Gen. He’s the second son of the Gen clan. Chime had a talent for the dances and the etiquette. So he seemed to be destined to care for this shrine after the death of the original priest. But... he died.”

“I never mentioned his name to anyone. I never told anyone about this place. The only person who knows about it is Tachibana. When I saw the news about the performance at the theater, as soon as I saw the pictures, I knew it was him.”

He continued to walk again until we came to a clearing. A raised stone circle was in the middle of the plaza. A couple of crows sitting on it squawked at us, flying away on dark wings. He strode forward. It was a well, covered with a padlocked metal lid. “It looks like its never been opened...”

Chisei wasn’t speaking to me. He was in his own thoughts. I hung back in silence.

He drew his sword and neatly severed the lock in a single stroke. I flinched as a piece of it landed near me. A warning reminder. I took a step away, realizing I may have made a mistake.

He pulled the lid away and peered down, his eyes flashing yellow, using his dragon sight in the dark. Even from this distance a gasoline smell came from it. Chisei took a lighter and shone inside.

I didn’t know what he was looking at. Something told me I didn’t want to know..

He dropped the lighter in and it ignited the fumes inside, the light of the flames illuminating his grim expression. I gathered my arms about myself, shivering. He mumbled himself. “He filled the well with fuel. He knew I would come back.”

“What happened?” I asked.

We’d been standing outside so long even his trench coat was soaked. “Years ago, I joined the Execution Bureau of the Japan Division with the intention of clearing the unstable hybrids from it. They were multiplying rapidly and the crimes they were committing were getting more and more brazen. It wasn’t long before these same murders were being committed right here. Several of the victims were friends of mine.” He sat at the edge of the burning well.

I wanted to approach, but I was too scared.

“The murders shocked the entirety of Japan. Because it was so close to home, I was ... especially eager to get back here and take care of the perpetrator. It was a perfect time for the murderer to strike again. He targeted very young girls. And it was the time of year of Miko Matsuri, where girls from the city visit the country to experience old Japanese culture.”

“One girl in the crowd was especially beautiful and I followed her, thinking she would be the likely target. When night fell she and a group of other girls gathered together to have some ... fun with witchcraft. The girl was singing an ancient song in a beautiful voice as part of a ritual. Her dance was hypnotic. The girls... they were entranced and so was I.”

“Then I realized... the smoke. There were drugs in the building.” He looked up at me. “That beautiful girl started taking the other girls and kissing them. The other girls started kissing each other... and then... I saw the blood coming out of the mouth of one who had been kissed by the singer.”

The fire was starting to lick it way up to the top of the well, smoke was curling out of it.

“She’d been killed by a blade in the beautiful girl’s mouth.”

My hand moved to my throat and I cringed.

“That’s when I realized the girl I thought would be the victim was the murderer. She wasn’t even a girl. She was a man. I ran into the building sword held high, but he was faster. He used an innocent girl as a shield. I killed her instead. But I got close enough to recognize him. He was my brother. That’s why... he was killing the people I knew. Because they were the people who trusted him. We had the same classmates.”

“I knew exactly where to find him. A hiding spot only he and I knew. When I got there, I saw the bodies of my classmates turned into wax figures, wearing kabuki costumes. I caught him in the act, with the body of his most recent victim. Part of me wanted to run, but... I was there because I needed to save the next victims.”

“So I just called his name. When he turned around, it was like he was ... waking from a dream. He was surprised to see me. He walked up to me... as if to hug me.”

My mouth opened. “You... you killed him.”

He nodded once. “Right... his last words were... you came back..”

He turned back to the burning well. “You can’t imagine Carli. That’s why you keep insisting that things will be different with whatever Herzog has created now with us. You keep hoping that the end will work out someway. That your Soul Skill will save you and I from the heartache of having to kill the ones we love, to save the ones we love. I... already know what’s going to happen...”

My eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me what I can or cannot imagine,” I snarled.

My strong response made him sit up.

“Lu Mingfei, someone dearly love, had to kill my mother right in front of me after she turned servitor. So don’t tell me that I’m naive. I’m not.”

Thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance. “Where I come from.... there were children like me who grew up and had successful careers. And there were children like me who grew up and were killed in gangs. Or were found killed as prostitutes or... were murderers themselves and ended up in prison before they were eighteen.”

“I’m just not willing to stand in judgement based on my prior experience. I’m telling you not to as well.”

Chisei sighed, frustrated. “We have no idea what Herzog has created. It will take years for Cassell to reverse engineer his research to even guess what he’s done!” Chisei stood up. “You’re risking your friend’s lives if you take them back with you!”

“No, I’m not! I have a friend. Isaac Comemnus, the heir of the company who sold me in the first place! He can tell us what Herzog did... and maybe how to fix if needed.”

He looked away from me. I took another step back, wondering if he was going to attack me. “You’re making a mistake.” He said.

“Did you intend to kill me if I didn’t agree with you? Because I’ll leave you here,” I threatened.

“No... I thought you’d see things my way. History will repeat itself Carli. But... we have an agreement. And... you did save Erii.”

“So you’re not going to stab me and throw me down the well?” I asked.

“No.”

“I’m glad. I really like you. But there’s nothing I can say to you to make you feel better. We’re just going to have to be patient and see how things work out.” I approached him carefully, ready to leap away at any moment. “Let’s go back, Chisei.”

I finally got close enough to hesitantly curl my hand around his. I paused, tense, shaking, barely able to speak out of fear. “I have to close my eyes for this to work. Please don’t hurt me.” My voice broke.

“We’re back to where we were before?” He looked at me with sad eyes.

Looking at them, part of me wanted me to relax. I leaned my head against his arm, closed my eyes, and visualized Erii’s room. “Not quite.”

#Chisei Gen #Chime Gen #Ruri Kazama #Erii Uesugi #Dragon Raja #Fanfiction #Writing

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ultrainfinitepit · 5 years

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Town of Puddle

Town of Puddle is my sprawling mess of an OCverse. Here’s the tag! Sometimes there is scary stuff in there like body horror, monsters, and shitposts. So be careful.

Town of Puddle takes place roughly during the Victorian era. Puddle is a little town in New England. Due to various things it is stuck in perpetual autumn. Puddle is pretty close to Boston and the city of Swich, which is where New York used to be.

Sam lives in Puddle with his friends Lily, Cale, and Ezekiel. Sam is a hunter. Hunters hunt monsters and are members of the Order. However Sam spends most of his time avoiding responsibility and consequences.

Lily is a bird witch. Her hobbies include experimenting with progressively more dangerous spells, quilting, and annoying Sam. She pretends to be a proper young lady to hide her propensity for stomping around the woods and biting ankles.

Cale is a young lad who can turn into a dog. He was raised in the nearby woods by his adoptive hermit father, Obadiah. Cale is pure of heart, but not very smart.

Ezekiel is a man who probably died, but he got better. He has no memory of his past identity, so Sam gave him his name. Ezekiel can see ghosts and other entities, which he does not enjoy. He tends to have custody of the gang’s brain cell.

Other characters include:

Beau, who belongs to @wyrmzier. Beau is a dreamwalker who visits Ezekiel and Sam. He is so beautiful I looked at him and started crying.

Theo, a man of many hats. He’s the town doctor, pastor, and a cleric of the Order. Sam, Cale, and Ezekiel all end up living in his house.

Joe and Tace, a hunter and his wife. Joe covers for social anxiety with riddles. Tace has soft mom energy.

Pen and Izzy, hunters who live in Swich. Pen is a huge pretentious nerd. Izzy is selectively mute and constantly angry.

Sandy, a wandering hunter. She has abs. Her head is filled with warm air and love.

Heather, a former Operator.

Obadiah, Cale’s adoptive dad and an Order crusader.

This trio’s shenanigans gets tagged with Sleepless City.

Mick, a hunter who lives in Boston. He likes trains.

Mick has exactly two friends: Vivian and Pat.

And in the future:

Tace and Joe have a daughter named Joan.

Aliza is Sam and Beau’s adorable daughter. Ezekiel aka. Zeke Jr. and Ezriel aka. Ezzy are Sam and Beau’s twins.

Heather and Ezekiel’s children are Constance, Samuel, and Eli.

Talia is Mick and Vivian’s nightmare child.

The next generation kids have a new tag, Beacon Station.

This is Eden and their parents. Eden might be an an antagonist.

Ariel Baptiste, her crew and her keeper Wash; and her nemesis Teutho; also show up sometimes. Their tag is Hunters of the Caribbean.

FAQ

What and How

Town of Puddle is heavily inspired by Over the Garden Wall, Bloodborne, Mushishi, Evangelion, and Diablo III. It is where I put all my favorite tropes, like monsters and cool coats.

Who

Mostly myself and @wyrmzier who has contributed some great characters and ideas (master post here).

What’s the Order

An ancient organization dedicated to fighting monsters and drawing power from an unknowable entity. Not all monster hunters are members of the Order, but all the ones with gold eyes are.

What’s a hunter

As far as we can tell, human. But they have special eyes, magic, and immunity to certain things. Sometimes they get big and scary.

Can I make a character, etc. for this ‘verse

YES I love you and please send me a link or tag me so I can put them on my fridge

Can I ask a question

Sure thing. I will happily ramble at you. If the answer is spoilery I will tag it with spoilers.

If you want to learn even more, check out these worldbuilding posts:

Dreamwalking (by @wyrmzier)

Operators

Witches

Werecreatures

Elves

Keepers

The Order

Vampires

The Orrery

The Clock

Hunter corruption

Oh god there’s seven of them

Angels

Demons

The Choir Room

Swich

Siphonophore vampires

Other links:

I have pronouns, heights, etc. on this post.

We have a Discord server now, enter at your own risk!

All worldbuilding, characters, and plot is subject to change. And if you have ideas or thoughts, I’d love to hear them!

#town of puddle #sleepless city #shitty worldbuilding #ocs #refsheets #master post #please let me know if I should add something to this...

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omniishambles · 4 years

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Headcanon: Count Dracula Verses: Main, Classic, Modern, Spy

A Brief History

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This is a personal headcanon for my interpretation of Dracula. Please do not reblog.

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1541. Romania. A country ravaged by several months of drought along with the rest of Europe, but the searing heat did nothing to cease the wars being played out across the land of Transylvania. Count Vladislav Dracula III was thought to have died a victim of the battlefield, significantly injured in combat and drained of vital blood. But something darker had befallen him and taken hold before his soul could leave his body, leaving him eternally tainted.

At first, overwhelmed by heightened senses and terrified of what he was becoming, Dracula hid himself away in the family castle. In a newborn haze of uncontrollable hunger he tore through every living person within its walls and drank their blood. A couple of the servants became hollow, undead creatures. The rest did not. To sate his never ending thirst, Dracula ventured out of the castle under cover of darkness to prey on travelers that passed through the mountains. He researched desperately, wanting to understand what was happening to him, but there were only vague references to be found in the oldest of tomes, whispered stories of a creature that craved blood-

The vampire.

By 1561 the Count had adjusted to the life of a beast and no longer wished to be contained by stone walls. He shouldn’t fear the outside world; it should fear him, just as it had done in life. Over the next two centuries Transylvania would become rife with stories of horror about the creature that lived in the darkness, the devil himself in the guise of a man who could call forth wolves and bats from the savage woods to do his bidding, a stranger to death.

In time he grew restless and bolder still. The Count started to wander beyond his usual territories, exploring further afield into Greece and following the coast upwards to Croatia. The further from Transylvania he went, the more he learned about survival, about how much sunlight it was possible to endure. And he learned what the common folk across Eastern Europe believed regarding vampires, making note of their attempts to deter evil and keep his kind away with great amusement. There were many ancient legends describing ways to kill or weaken a vampire; only some proved to be true.

Many of these he tested for himself, some he tested on the unfortunate undead that he created- and collected- along the way. But it was still a mystery to him how the ‘curse’ he carried truly worked, with some victims remaining dead and others becoming animated corpses, never truly like him but compelled to drink the life of others. He continued to experiment, hoping to find an appropriate subject in his travels that would keep their spirit. That could even be a companion as the years dragged on.

Dracula had rediscovered the joy of being among people after so long in isolation, enjoying the variety of city life while slipping amongst the crowds unheeded. Ever adaptable he grew comfortable in new hunting grounds, indulging himself for a time by haunting various cities throughout Austria. It was during this tour that he met the composer Mozart, ending his life in 1791.

By 1837 he’d ventured further still into Bavaria, where he was to meet the Grand Duchess Valeria as a young woman. The Industrial Revolution was gathering frantic speed and the Count turned hungry eyes further westward, to the growing hub of London.

Before he could begin drawing plans against England, however, he was driven back to his homeland by a self-proclaimed monster hunter who’d followed his trail of destruction all the way from Vienna. Though the hunter was promptly dealt with, Dracula was severely weakened by the unexpected attack and fled back to the safety of the Carpathians.

It was during his recovery that he started to plot his journey to England, collecting as much information as he possibly could before placing offers on buildings in both London and Whitby. With these secured all he had to do was await the arrival of the unfortunate Jonathan Harker, whose blood replenished him back to full health.

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#{TL:DR- he cycled between isolation; terrorizing people and experimenting on the undead}#{I'm quite happy with this now it fills in the gaps I needed it to}#{and I've enjoyed having a break to work on it}#{the main thing I wanted from this was WHY was he old and isolated when he met jonathan}#{willingly starving himself just wasn't adding up and neither was how he could have met the duchess before johnny and looked normal}#{I still don't know how he became a vampire specifically because....I can't decide...}#{please don't make me decide}#c: dracula #hc: dracula

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she-wolf-of-highgarden · 5 years

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Every time Arya mentions songs

“Despite the hour, Harrenhal stirred with fitful life. Vargo Hoat's arrival had thrown off all the routines. Ox carts, oxen, and horses had all vanished from the yard, but the bear cage was still there. It had been hung from the arched span of the bridge that divided the outer and middle wards, suspended on heavy chains, a few feet off the ground. A ring of torches bathed the area in light. Some of the boys from the stables were tossing stones to make the bear roar and grumble. Across the ward, light spilled through the door of the Barracks Hall, accompanied by the clatter of tankards and men calling for more wine. A dozen voices took up a song in a guttural tongue strange to Arya's ears.” - Arya IX, ACoK

“The song came drifting up the river from somewhere beyond the little rise to the east. "Off to Gulltown to see the fair maid, heigh-ho, heigh-ho . . .” - Arya II, ASoS

“I'll make her my love and we'll rest in the shade, heigh-ho, heigh-ho." The song swelled louder with every word.” - Arya II, ASoS

“Lightfoot, she moved to the big old willow that grew beside the bend in the road and went to one knee in the grass and mud, within the veil of trailing branches. You old gods, she prayed as the singer's voice grew louder, you tree gods, hide me, and make him go past. Then a horse whickered, and the song broke off suddenly. He's heard, she knew, but maybe he's alone, or if he's not, maybe they'll be as scared of us as we are of them.” - Arya II, ASoS

“For once he did not argue. They set off as she had wanted, walking their horses slowly down the rutted road a dozen paces behind the three on foot. But before very long, somehow they were riding right on top of them. Tom Sevenstrings walked slowly, and liked to strum his woodharp as he went. "Do you know any songs?" he asked them. "I'd dearly love someone to sing with, that I would. Lem can't carry a tune, and our longbow lad only knows marcher ballads, every one of them a hundred verses long." "We sing real songs in the marches," Anguy said mildly."Singing is stupid," said Arya. "Singing makes noise. We heard you a long way off. We could have killed you. Tom's smile said he did not think so. "There are worse things than dying with a song on your lips.” - Arya II, ASoS

“ Hot Pie shifted his seat. "I know the song about the bear," he said. "Some of it, anyhow.” - Arya II, ASoS

“ Tom and Hot Pie resumed their song on the other side of the brook, with the duck hanging from Lem's belt beneath his yellow cloak. Somehow the singing made the miles seem shorter. It was not very long at all until the inn appeared before them, rising from the riverbank where the Trident made a great bend to the north. Arya squinted at it suspiciously as they neared. It did not look like an outlaws' lair, she had to admit; it looked friendly, even homey, with its whitewashed upper story and slate roof and the smoke curling up lazy from its chimney. Stables and other outbuildings surrounded it, and there was an arbor in back, and apple trees, a small garden. The inn even had its own dock, thrusting out into the river, and . . .” - Arya II, ASoS

“What, with only the boy here? I told you twice, the old woman was up to Lambswold helping that Fern birth her babe. And like as not it was one o' you planted the bastard in the poor girl's belly." He gave Tom a sour look. "You, I'd wager, with that harp o' yours, singing all them sad songs just to get poor Fern out of her smallclothes.""If a song makes a maid want to slip off her clothes and feel the good warm sun kiss her skin, why, is that the singer's fault?" asked Tom. "And 'twas Anguy she fancied, besides. 'Can I touch your bow?' I heard her ask him. 'Ooohh, it feels so smooth and hard. Could I give it a little pull, do you think?” - Arya II, ASoS

“There was laughter all around. Then Tom drew his fingers across the strings of his woodharp and broke into soft song.” - Arya III, ASoS

“You'd know for certain if there was a song," said Tom Sevenstrings. "One good song, and we'd know who Ser Maynard used to be and why he wanted to cross this bridge so bad. Poor old Lychester might be as far famed as the Dragonknight if he'd only had sense enough to keep a singer." - Arya IV, ASoS

“Lem and Gendry played tiles with their hosts that night, while Tom Sevenstrings sang a silly song about Big Belly Ben and the High Septon's goose. Anguy let Arya try his longbow, but no matter how hard she bit her lip she could not draw it. "You need a lighter bow, milady," the freckled bowman said. "If there's seasoned wood at Riverrun, might be I'll make you one." Tom overheard him, and broke off his song. "You're a young fool, Archer. If we go to Riverrun it will only be to collect her ransom, won't be no time for you to sit about making bows. Be thankful if you get out with your hide. Lord Hoster was hanging outlaws before you were shaving. And that son of his . . . a man who hates music can't be trusted, I always say.” - Arya IV, ASoS

“Lem snorted through his broken nose. "Was it you who made a song of it, or some other bloody arse in love with his own voice?" "I only sang it the once," Tom complained. "And who's to say the song was about him? 'Twas a song about a fish.” Arya didn't care what Tom's stupid songs were about. She turned to Harwin. "What did he mean about ransom?” - Arya IV, ASoS

“The wench is dead," the woman hissed. "Only worms may kiss her now." And then to Tom Sevenstrings she said, "I'll have my song or I'll have you gone."So the singer played for her, so soft and sad that Arya only heard snatches of the words, though the tune was half-familiar. Sansa would know it, I bet. Her sister had known all the songs, and she could even play a little, and sing so sweetly. All I could ever do was shout the words.The next morning the little white woman was nowhere to be seen. As they saddled their horses, Arya asked Tom Sevenstrings if the children of the forest still dwelled on High Heart. The singer chuckled. "Saw her, did you?" - Arya IV, ASoS

“The singer laughed. "The sound of me, at least. She always makes me sing the same bloody song, though. Not a bad song, mind you, but I know others just as good." He shook his head. "What matters is, we have the scent now. You'll soon be seeing Thoros and the lightning lord, I'll wager.” - Arya IV, ASoS

“Someone could make a rare fine song of that.” Tom plucked a string on his woodharp.” - Arya IV, ASoS

“Now when did you ever say no to anything, Tom?" the woman hooted. "I'll roast some mutton for your friends, and an old dry rat for you. It's more than you deserve, but if you gargle me a song or three, might be I'll weaken. I always pity the afflicted. Come on, come on. Cass, Lanna, put some kettles on. Jyzene, help me get the clothes off them, we'll need to boil those too." - Arya V, ASoS

“Finally Tom ran out of rain songs and put away his harp. Then there was only the sound of the rain itself beating down on the slate roof of the brewhouse. The dice game ended, and Arya stood on one leg and then the other listening to Merrit complain about his horse throwing a shoe.” - Arya VII, ASoS

“You must be a lackwit, boy," said Lem. "We're outlaws. Lowborn scum, most of us, excepting his lordship. Don't think it'll be like Tom's fool songs neither. You won't be stealing no kisses from a princess, nor riding in no tourneys in stolen armor. You join us, you'll end with your neck in a noose, or your head mounted up above some castle gate.” - Arya VII, ASoS

“Anguy drew an arrow. "We're outlaws. Outlaws steal. It's in the songs, if you ask nice Tom may sing you one. Be thankful we didn't kill you." - Arya VII, ASoS

“My hair comes out in handfuls and no one has kissed me for a thousand years. It is hard to be so old. Well, I will have a song then. A song from Tom o' Sevens, for my news." "You will have your song from Tom," Lord Beric promised. He gave her the wineskin himself.” - Arya VIII, ASoS

“Nay," said the dwarf. "You're not. The black fish holds the rivers now. If it's the mother you want, seek her at the Twins. For there's to be a wedding." She cackled again. "Look in your fires, pink priest, and you will see. Not now, though, not here, you'll see nothing here. This place belongs to the old gods still . . . they linger here as I do, shrunken and feeble but not yet dead. Nor do they love the flames. For the oak recalls the acorn, the acorn dreams the oak, the stump lives in them both. And they remember when the First Men came with fire in their fists." She drank the last of the wine in four long swallows, flung the skin aside, and pointed her stick at Lord Beric. "I'll have my payment now. I'll have the song you promised me And so Lem woke Tom Sevenstrings beneath his furs, and brought him yawning to the fireside with his woodharp in hand. "The same song as before?" he asked."Oh, aye. My Jenny's song. Is there another?"And so he sang, and the dwarf woman closed her eyes and rocked slowly back and forth, murmuring the words and crying. Thoros took Arya firmly by the hand and drew her aside. "Let her savor her song in peace," he said. "It is all she has left.” - Arya VIII, ASoS

“Because I hacked your little friend in two? I've killed a lot more than him, I promise you. You think that makes me some monster. Well, maybe it does, but I saved your sister's life too. The day the mob pulled her off her horse, I cut through them and brought her back to the castle, else she would have gotten what Lollys Stokeworth got. And she sang for me. You didn't know that, did you? Your sister sang me a sweet little song.” - Arya IX, ASoS

“The music from the castles was louder here. The sound of the drums and horns rolled across the camp. The musicians in the nearer castle were playing a different song than the ones in the castle on the far bank, though, so it sounded more like a battle than a song. "They're not very good," Arya observed.” - Arya X, ASoS

“Firepits had been dug outside the feast tents, sheltered beneath rude canopies of woven wood and hides that kept the rain out, so long as it fell straight down. The wind was blowing off the river, though, so the drizzle came in anyway, enough to make the fires hiss and swirl. Serving men were turning joints of meat on spits above the flames. The smells made Arya's mouth water. "Shouldn't we stop?" she asked Sandor Clegane. "There's northmen in the tents." She knew them by their beards, by their faces, by their cloaks of bearskin and sealskin, by their half-heard toasts and the songs they sang; Karstarks and Umbers and men of the mountain clans. "I bet there are Winterfell men too." Her father's men, the Young Wolf's men, the direwolves of Stark.” - Arya X, ASoS

“She had no more time to watch the tents then. With the river overflowing its banks, the dark swirling waters at the end of the drawbridge reached as high as a horse's belly, but the riders splashed through them all the same, spurred on by the music. For once the same song was coming from both castles. I know this song, Arya realized suddenly. Tom o' Sevens had sung it for them, that rainy night the outlaws had sheltered in the brewhouse with the brothers. And who are you, the proud lord said, that I must bow so low?” - Arya XI, ASoS

“Come with me." Sandor Clegane reached down a hand. "We have to get away from here, and now." Stranger tossed his head impatiently, his nostrils flaring at the scent of blood. The song was done. There was only one solitary drum, its slow monotonous beats echoing across the river like the pounding of some monstrous heart. The black sky wept, the river grumbled, men cursed and died. Arya had mud in her teeth and her face was wet. Rain. It's only rain. That's all it is. "We're here," she shouted. Her voice sounded thin and scared, a little girl's voice. "Robb's just in the castle, and my mother. The gate's even open." There were no more Freys riding out. I came so far. "We have to go get my mother.” - Arya XI, ASoS

“The Hound no longer watched her as closely as he had. Sometimes he did not seem to care whether she stayed or went, and he no longer bound her up in a cloak at night. One night I'll kill him in his sleep, she told herself, but she never did. One day I'll ride away on Craven, and he won't be able to catch me, she thought, but she never did that either. Where would she go? Winterfell was gone. Her grandfather's brother was at Riverrun, but he didn't know her, no more than she knew him. Maybe Lady Smallwood would take her in at Acorn Hall, but maybe she wouldn't. Besides, Arya wasn't even sure she could find Acorn Hall again. Sometimes she thought she might go back to Sharna's inn, if the floods hadn't washed it away. She could stay with Hot Pie, or maybe Lord Beric would find her there. Anguy would teach her to use a bow, and she could ride with Gendry and be an outlaw, like Wenda the White Fawn in the songs.” -Arya XII, ASoS

“You'd be dead if I had. You ought to thank me. You ought to sing me a pretty little song, the way your sister did.” - Arya XII, ASoS

“I thought your sister was the one with a head full of songs," the Hound growled. "Frey might have kept your mother alive to ransom, that's true. But there's no way in seven hells I'm going to pluck her out of his castle all by my bloody self." - Arya XII, ASoS

“That's stupid, Arya thought. Sansa only knows songs, not spells, and she'd never marry the Imp.” - Arya XIII, ASoS

“Arya took a step backward as the long steel song began. The Tickler came off the bench with a shortsword in one hand and a dagger in the other. Even the chunky brown-haired squire was up, fumbling for his swordhilt. She snatched her wine cup off the table and threw it at his face. Her aim was better than it had been at the Twins. The cup hit him right on his big white pimple and he went down hard on his tail.” - Arya XIII, ASoS

“Don't lie," he growled. "I hate liars. I hate gutless frauds even worse. Go on, do it." When Arya did not move, he said, "I killed your butcher's boy. I cut him near in half, and laughed about it after." He made a queer sound, and it took her a moment to realize he was sobbing. "And the little bird, your pretty sister, I stood there in my white cloak and let them beat her. I took the bloody song, she never gave it. I meant to take her too. I should have. I should have fucked her bloody and ripped her heart out before leaving her for that dwarf." A spasm of pain twisted his face. "Do you mean to make me beg, bitch? Do it! The gift of mercy . . . avenge your little Michael . . .” - Arya XIII, ASoS

“Worshipers came to the House of Black and White every day. Most came alone and sat alone; they lit candles at one altar or another, prayed beside the pool, and sometimes wept. A few drank from the black cup and went to sleep; more did not drink. There were no services, no songs, no paeans of praise to please the god. The temple was never full. From time to time, a worshiper would ask to see a priest, and the kindly man or the waif would take him down into the sanctum, but that did not happen often.” - Arya II, AFfC

“You believe this is the only place for you." It was as if he'd heard her thoughts. "You are wrong in that. You would find softer service in the household of some merchant. Or would you sooner be a courtesan, and have songs sung of your beauty? Speak the word, and we will send you to the Black Pearl or the Daughter of the Dusk. You will sleep on rose petals and wear silken skirts that rustle when you walk, and great lords will beggar themselves for your maiden's blood. Or if it is marriage and children you desire, tell me, and we shall find a husband for you. Some honest apprentice boy, a rich old man, a seafarer, whatever you desire." - Arya II, AFfC

“Cat had made friends along the wharves; porters and mummers, ropemakers and sailmenders, taverners, brewers and bakers and beggars and whores. They bought clams and cockles from her, told her true tales of Braavos and lies about their lives, and laughed at the way she talked when she tried to speak Braavosi. She never let that trouble her. Instead, she showed them all the fig, and told them they were camel cunts, which made them roar with laughter. Gyloro Dothare taught her filthy songs, and his brother Gyleno told her the best places to catch eels. The mummers off the Ship showed her how a hero stands, and taught her speeches from The Song of the Rhoyne, The Conqueror's Two Wives, and The Merchant's Lusty Lady. Quill, the sad-eyed little man who made up all the bawdy farces for the Ship, offered to teach her how a woman kisses, but Tagganaro smacked him with a codfish and put an end to that. Cossomo the Conjurer instructed her in sleight of hand. He could swallow mice and pull them from her ears. "It's magic," he'd say. "It's not," Cat said. "The mouse was up your sleeve the whole time. I could see it moving." - Cat of the Canals, AFfC

“When Cat slipped inside the brothel, though, she found Merry sitting in the common room with her eyes shut, listening to Dareon play his woodharp. Yna was there too, braiding Lanna's fine long golden hair. Another stupid love song. Lanna was always begging the singer to play her stupid love songs. She was the youngest of the whores, only ten-and-four. Merry asked three times as much for her as for any of the other girls, Cat knew.” - Cat of the Canals, AFfC

“Cat was thinking about the fat boy, remembering how she had saved him from Terro and Orbelo, when the Sailor's Wife appeared beside her. "He sings a pretty song," she murmured softly, in the Common Tongue of Westeros. "The gods must have loved him to give him such a voice, and that fair face as well." - Cat of the Canals, AFfC

“Dareon's song was finally ending. As the last notes faded in the air, Lanna gave a sigh and the singer put his harp aside and pulled her up into his lap. He had just started to tickle her when Cat said loudly, "There's oysters, if anyone is wanting some," and Merry's eyes popped open. "Good," the woman said. "Bring them in, child. Yna, fetch some bread and vinegar." - Cat of the Canals, AFfC

“Not for me. Her nights were bathed in moonlight and filled with the songs of her pack, with the taste of red meat torn off the bone, with the warm familiar smells of her grey cousins. Only during the days was she alone and blind.” - the Blind Girl, ADwD

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five times kissed, do hades verse

five times kissed. / @flamereign

i. neverland. lea brings him here a lot. before they began their travels, he asked zack what kinds of worlds he wanted to see and zack said bright places. places with light and warmth and sunshine. he never wants to see the underworld’s cavernous jaws again, lit only by the sickly glow of the river of the dead. neverland is paradise by day: halos of sunlight glittering on an endless ocean, laughter echoing through seas of trees, life and vibrancy as far as the eye can see. by night, it’s a starlit expanse: constellations coiling through velvety skies, mermaids’ tails glinting in the moonlight painting their lagoons silver. zack can breathe easily here. he often catches lea smiling at his delight with the world.

zack’s begun playfully referring to their outings here as dates just to watch lea’s reaction. it appears to give him pause; he tends to flick his gaze carefully to zack’s face, read his expression, and then seem to decide against whatever he was going to say. it’s frustrating, this slow attempt at luring him into displaying some inkling of his feelings. zack’s never been particularly skilled at subtlety — he’s going to run out of ways to hint about his crush soon, and then what will he do? he has no idea how to go about this dating business! ( self-consciousness nags that this is why lea doesn’t want him: zack’s got none of the experience he’d expected to have by this age, thanks to hades. surviving brainwashing instead of learning to kiss has put him at a minor disadvantage. )they’re watching the mermaids today, and zack’s thrilled because at least they seem to want to flirt with him! they tell him how pretty his blue eyes are and coax him nearer to the water so they can braid tiny seashells into his hair. when they leave, zack’s still grinning broadly.“they said i was pretty.” he hasn’t had a compliment like that in years. since … before. it’s nice. fluffs his ailing ego up. “you are,” lea tells him without hesitation. and, oh. that makes zack’s heart flip. he’s horrified to feel his cheeks heat. pull it together, fair. his crush says one nice thing to him and he falls apart. “think so?” zack asks, mouth dry, throat tight with nerves. that’s it; he’s doing this. he pulls in a deep breath and takes hold of lea’s shirt, uses it to reel him close. he can hardly breathe. is a first kiss supposed to be this exhilarating? gods, what if he’s awful at it? he’s zack fair; he’s supposed to be amazing at everything — he’ll lose his reputation! lea watches him steadily, seems to be considering pulling away — as if he’s afraid zack’s not ready to be doing this. that settles it. defiant, zack yanks him in for that damn kiss. turns out pretty good, if he does say so himself.

ii. halloween town. they haven’t kissed again. aside from that one chaste — if slightly rough — kiss, they’ve continued on as they were. zack understands better now that lea feels he’s experienced entirely too much trauma, and wants him to heal before they become physically entangled. he seems to have some idea he’ll ruin what they have, or push zack too far, if he follows what he wants. zack finds the whole thing ridiculous and would much rather be kissed on every available surface to rid him of his pesky inexperience. lea’s too protective of him. ( it’s rather annoying that zack can’t help but be endeared by that. if lea could stop providing reasons to fall more in love with him, that’d be appreciated. ) though halloween town isn’t quite one of those bright, warm places he’s wanted to see, zack loves it the instant he lays eyes on it. it’s healing, in its own way, to find enjoyment in a place so grim. his outfit helps: zack’s a vampire here, complete with very real fangs and a revealing outfit in dark leather and strategically placed rips. lea’s a scarecrow. he manages to make it look incredible. zack makes a flirtatious comment about how he’s never found a scarecrow hot before. they watch a show by the fountain: the world’s ghoulish residents perform a vaguely horrifying song about monsters, backed up with some gleefully violent dance moves and a sparkling array of disco lights. afterward, the whole thing devolves into a party — music thrums through the streets and the graveyards, coffins expel their skeletal residents to join the dance, and zack grins at lea and insists they partake. “when else are we gonna get to dance with werewolves and ghosts?” he reasons, but only ends up dancing with lea. he gets bolder as they dance, grabbing lea’s hands and positioning them where his outfit slits open at the sides. warm hands against skin feels indescribably good. zack, touch-starved and a little too eager, presses as close as he can get. lea gives him a look like, i know exactly what you’re trying to do.zack grins, unapologetic, and waits to be kissed. he wants it to be lea’s choice this time. he’s not disappointed. lea gives him this impossibly fond look, even as his eyes darken with want and he leans in to press their mouths together. zack meets him greedily, forgetting altogether about the fangs this world has given him until he just about cuts lea’s lip open with them. “oh — oh, fuck. fuck. i’m sorry!” he backs up, but lea’s laughing and leaning in for a far more careful kiss and he really doesn’t mind that it tastes a little like blood.

iii. wonderland. the flowers are real chatty here. the roses wave their leaves and threaten to stick zack and lea full of thorns if they don’t stop staring — but the daffodils gently offer them directions to ‘what they’re looking for’. they wind up more lost than they’d been originally, but zack gets the sense the flowers’ logic is a little skewed anyway. they stumble into a maze of constantly shifting hedges, and only realise they’re too small for their current location when they happen across a dainty little table set with ‘eat me’ cakes and ‘drink me’ vials.they play musical sizes ‘til they’re right. zack’s never had so much fun. he grabs lea’s hand as they explore, winding their fingers together, and now it feels like a real date. he almost can’t believe he gets to see places like this. there are still days he wakes up swallowing screams, certain he’s going to be staring up at the underworld’s vast ceiling — and instead here he is, safe and learning not to be constantly on edge. seeing all the star-scattered worlds lea can show him. he promptly leads them into one of the maze’s dead ends, despite earlier assurances his sense of direction is great. lea makes a comment to that effect, mouth curled into an amused smile. “maybe i meant to lead us here,” zack suggests, playful. “just wanted to get you alone.”he’s teasing, but it does seem too good an opportunity to pass up. zack backs lea into the hedges, careful not to press him too close to the brambles winding there, and maps languid kisses over his cheeks. he’s getting more confident with this. it’s easier, now, to sink into the enjoyment and find lea’s lips, kissing slow and sweet. arms wrap about zack’s waist to draw him nearer and he smiles into the kiss. lea’s stopped treating him quite so carefully. it’s thrilling to watch him lose himself in this.zack only stops when he hears card guards approaching. he drags lea off, insisting he wants to see the mad hatter’s tea party before they go home.

iv. port royal. zack’s perhaps not destined to be a captain, but he enjoys sailing lea’s ship nonetheless. this world may be his favourite yet. it’s all vast stretches of dazzling ocean, baking sun and a thousand islands to explore. the towns are tightly-packed and well-populated, but full of fascinating locals and tales of piracy. zack requests this world often. they lay down anchor in port royal as the sun begins to dip low on the horizon. zack’s wearing the captain’s hat, the hair beneath it bound in a loose bandana. lea, dressed in his pirate finest, looks roguish and entirely too appealing. his clothes are wet and clinging to him from the swim they took. they kissed surrounded by ocean and the froth of waves, and zack’s been aching to be touched again ever since. he wants … he wants. more. lea doesn’t treat him so gently anymore, sure, but he doesn’t fling him to the ground and ravage him either. zack’s not entirely certain what it’d take to warrant that kind of behaviour but he plans to find out. he’s yet to figure out how to say ‘i want you to bone me ‘til i can’t think straight’, what with lea’s protective need to shield zack from his own fucking horniness. zack takes matters into his own hands and suggests they spend the night in the ship’s cabin. lea agrees, puzzled but willing, clearly affected in his own way be the sheer amount of kissing and touching they’ve done today. he’s still holding himself back. it’s easily remedied. zack tosses him to the bed in a display of strength designed to remind the man just how far from weak he is, and straddles his hips. “hey, so i dunno how to approach this tactfully,” he murmurs. “i really want you to fuck me. or … let me fuck you. either way. i’m not picky. and i know — i haven’t … before. and you’re worried about pushing me too far. but i want to with you.” a pause. “like, you could shove me onto all fours and ram me whenever you wanted and i still wouldn’t think you were pushing me too far. okay?”he’s maybe a little too casual about it, but lea seems to get the point. he goes this strange contrast of soft in the eyes and decidedly hard lower down. maybe zack’s got a knack for this dirty talk thing after all! zack kisses him hard, rocks his hips with need. he’s waited so long for this feeling. he should — show lea some appreciation first. he kisses his way lower, yanks lea’s shirt off as he goes, and tugs at his pants. “teach me how to…” he begins, but impatiently pulls the clothing out of the way and gets his mouth down there before lea can say a word. zack pulls back a few moments later, slightly breathless, to complete his sentence. “teach me what you like.”

v. thebes. he had to come back here. it’s almost rebuilt now. zack’s recollection of its destruction is blurry at best, largely dominated by his encounter with lea and his subsequent salvation. he vaguely recalls sending statues splintering into dust — but there are new ones in their place now, most of them depicting hercules. that’s good. the place isn’t ruined. the people seem happy again, busy. the colosseum is up and running again. zack insisted on dropping by the second he heard.lea respected his choice, but seems to understand he needs comfort. he holds zack’s hand, lingers close by his side as they make their way through the city. they’ve spoken, at length, about lea’s time as a nobody and how the actions of his past self hurt him. it’s similar for zack, though he didn’t lose his heart; he lost his free will instead. “wanna enter the tournament together? you’n’me could win it,” he suggests, wanting to paint over the rough memories with something good. possibly also wanting to watch lea fight, because he greatly enjoys that. lea hums an affirmative, and the playful glint in his eye suggests he knows precisely why zack wants to do this. he leans in for a kiss. zack holds him close even after they’re done.thebes is healed. zack thinks he’s well on the way there, too.

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Breach Pt. III

Previous Parts: 1, 2

In Which Everyone Angsts and Moira Gets Roasted by a Semiconscious Teenager.

Aedan couldn’t sleep. He figured it was the empty stomach. His dinner was still in the fridge. He walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge door, saw the little tupperware of chicken and arugula, grabbed it, and then the intrusive thought slipped in.

We’ll have to find out everything we can before we dispose of her.

A wave of nausea hit him and he stuffed the tupperware back in the fridge and desperately filled a glass of water at the sink, drinking it down to try and settle his stomach. He remembered the sight of Widowmaker’s--No, Amélie’s wrists straining at the straps in the lab footage. He heard his mother’s voice.

We can keep her alive as long as we need.

Aedan coughed and spluttered at the image that slipped into his mind then. He set the glass down on the kitchen counter and braced his hands on the counter’s edge.

There are things you’re going to have to learn to live with.

Aedan shook his head and walked back to his room, running his fingers through his hair. He paused by the door of his mother’s bedroom and office, glancing in only briefly to see Moira perched in her chair with a large pair of headphones on, furrowing her brow at her monitor---no doubt reviewing all the lab footage from that day and trying to figure out a workaround. She didn’t even look up from her screen as he continued on to his own room. She’d be up well into the small hours of the morning, no doubt. Aedan entered his room and closed the door behind him. He laid on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He gave a glance over to Creggan’s hutch on the wall opposite his desk. The rabbit regarded him with a steady glassy red stare.

“...Don’t look at me like that,” he muttered to the rabbit before looking at the ceiling again. He remembered being in Rei’s grip, her short panicked breaths on the side of his face.

There’s no way this ends well. Your choice is how hard you’re willing to make it for yourself.

She’s a weapon we can’t afford to give them.

A weapon. She’s a weapon. She’s not a girl in a yellow dress smiling with the wind in her hair. She’s a monster who threatened to break your neck. She’s--

The train of thought was brought to a screeching halt by the memory of Rei sitting next to him on a bench in the Hassoun Gardens.

“My parents,” she was saying, “They’re always talking about how their families and the Omnic Crisis put them on a path that they were never sure they wanted. They always tell me they want me to be able to choose but it’s like… I know what they don’t want for me, but as far as what I want…”

He cut the memory short with dozens of nattering, bitter, desperate thoughs.

That was a lie. She lies. She’s a ninja. Ninjas lie. She’s a weapon. Weapons aren’t supposed to have choices. She’s a weapon and Talon needs to either find a way to use that weapon or destroy it.

But they’re not destroying it. They’re going to try and destroy her mind and if it doesn’t work they’re going to cut her open over and over and over again until--

Shut up shut up shut up shut up.

You know the facility. You could--

No. No. Not an option. Not happening.

You have access to the guards’ shift tables. You have the biofeed. You can see them coming. You could find an opening. No one would even have to know.

Not listening. Not listening.

Getting to her wouldn’t be the problem--Getting her out would. Uniforms. She’d need a uniform. Labtech and assassin. Faces are covered, it’s perfect. If you accessed the logistics terminal and wrote in a distress call from the Reykjavik offices then they’d scramble the dropships and---

This is crazy. You’re crazy. This isn’t happening and you aren’t thinking about this.

Aedan squeezed his eyes shut. He needed noise. He needed to drown the thoughts out until all this mess was over.

“Play playlist three,” he spoke to the apartment’s AI.

“Resuming playlist three,” the AI responded.

“Resuming--?” Aedan started and his room’s speakers started playing.

“---We can be HEROES! Just for one da-aaay! We can be HE--”

“Skip,” Aedan said, his stomach in knots. That was probably the worst possible song that could come on at that moment. No, actually it wasn’t. The actual worst possible song came next. There was saxophone. And piano. And bass and high-hat and “Everybody’s raaaaised in blindness”

Skip, his mind was screaming at him all through the first verse, Skip, skip skip say skip. Just say it. But no, it was too late. He remembered a hover tram across the artificial lake of Oasis and Rei’s head on his shoulder, sharing headphones with him as the chorus kicked in.

“Whooooo can I be noooooow you found me?”

Aedan’s eyes opened.

“...You’re going to do something very stupid, aren’t you?” he said to himself.

It was a damp, still morning, the soft thrumming of the orca’s engine’s and the sound of Gibraltar’s waves melding together to make white noise. Jack was too old for this, far too old for this, he felt it in his bones, yet the SEP serum was still keeping him together after all this time. Most of me, at least, he thought, giving a glance down his left leg, an orange prosthetic from the knee down. Jack stood on the entry ramp to the Orca, and Genji stood in front of him on the watchpoint tarmac.

“You need to understand, we don’t usually do missions like this,” said Jack, “This isn’t Blackwatch. This isn’t the old Overwatch. We don’t have the resources to take the fight to Talon. We’re only doing this because they have one of our own.”

“Maybe we should have taken the fight to them,” muttered Genji, “Maybe if we had they wouldn’t---”

“Genji,” Jack put a hand on his shoulder, “You’re emotionally compromised. And that’s fair. We don’t know if we can trust you to stick to the plan once we get there, but you can trust us to get her home---”

“I’m going,” said Genji, “It’s an infiltration mission. You need me.”

“Your prosthetics are still locking up after that EMP attack,” said Jack.

“So you’ll need a medic too,” said Mercy stepping up alongside Genji, fully outfitted in her valkyrie suit.

Jack rubbed his forehead, “Doc...” he started.

“They have our daughter, Jack,” Mercy said, furrowing her brow, “But by all means, try to stop us and see how well that goes.”

A long pause passed between the three of them before Jack sighed.

“I need both you to give me your word that you’ll stick to the plan and stay calm once we get there,” said Jack.

“And if the plan starts falling apart?” said Mercy.

“Well that’s what you have me for,” said Sombra, stepping up alongside Jack, “Now if everyone’s done bickering, we should probably get going, right?” she said, heading up the ramp.

Genji, Mercy, and Jack headed up into the Orca after her, and Genji glanced over to see D.Va texting away next to her MEKA, Lúcio next to her. Lúcio gave them a slight wave.

“Thank you,” Genji said to Sombra as the orca doors closed behind them.

“Hey, you’d do the same for Marti, right?” said Sombra with a slight smile.

“In a heartbeat,” said Genji. Sombra smiled and clapped him on the shoulder. His shoulder jerked slightly at the touch, the prosthetics still not 100% sure how to react to impacts after the EMP, but it was getting better.

“...we’re bringing D.Va and Lúcio on a covert mission?” said Genji.

“We need someone who can move in fast, take a lot of damage, and move out fast, and someone who can disrupt the enemy line,” said Jack, “Also the Meka can carry Rei if she’s... incapacitated.”

Mercy was biting the inside of her lip as she looked around the Orca. They took their seats as the Orca took off and headed towards Reykjavik. With Genji and Mercy on the team, it was a strike team of eight rather than six. Tracer was in the cockpit of the Orca, looking grim---Losing Rei on the very anniversary of Mondatta’s death had taken its toll on her. Sombra was there for intel on the Talon facility as well as infiltration--with Genji at least she wouldn’t be scouting things out alone. Hanzo, resting his eyes in the corner, would provide cover fire. Jack was there for logistics and mission oversight. D.Va was for a swift distraction and transporting Rei out if necessary. Lúcio would have been the sole medic, but now Mercy was there as well. The general air of the orca was quiet and grim. Mercy glanced down at her hands and noticed they were shaking. Genji reached over and put a hand over hers.

“We’ll get her back,” he said softly, “I promise you, we’ll get her back.”

Mercy leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. There were a few minutes of silence around the Orca as Tracer took them up higher and higher.

“All right,” Sombra said at last, once they were high enough in the air to comfortably move about the cabin, “Let’s talk about the mess we’re about to run into, shall we?” she said, bringing up a large purple screen, “According to Hanzo’s dog chip--”

“It’s not a dog chip,” Hanzo said, opening his eyes from the corner.

“Anyway, according to the GPS on the chip, Rei is being held in the heart of a Talon Research and Development facility several miles outside Reykjavik, codenamed ‘Urdr.’”

“‘Urdr?’” repeated D.Va.

“Mythological reference. Talon’s suckers for it and the memo I hacked said no one was willing to try and pronounce ‘Urðarbrunnr.’ So it’s Urdr,” said Sombra, “They’re dramatic like that. Moving on. Lucky for us, this particular R&D facility is pure Talon. No shell corporation cover for it to draw attention to us. Talon’s worked very hard to make sure no one is aware this facility exists, so that gives us a lot of cover to carry out this op. However, that also means ridiculously high security. We’ll have to make this a night-op so there’s fewer personnel on site for us to deal with.”

“Does Rei have that kind of time?” asked Mercy.

Sombra brought up a separate purple screen, “According to their records for Widowmaker, it took them six days to break Amélie--”

“Break Amélie?!” Mercy repeated, “Wait--You think they’re going to use her to...”

“Talon making a new Widowmaker, or Widowmaker-equivalent has been a fear of ours for some time,” said Sombra, “It makes the most sense for why they would kidnap her but not kill her, since there’s not a lot Rei could actually tell them about Overwatch.”

Mercy’s hand went over her mouth. Genji put a hand around her shoulders, just as fearful.

“But it took them six days to break Amélie, and she was a civilian,” Sombra went on, “Rei has training. She has the dragon. She’s tough. If we’re going to do this, we have to do this right because we’ll have maybe one shot at this before they realize we can track Rei and take her somewhere we can’t trace her. We’ve got one shot, and we can’t screw it up, because we’re the only chance she has of getting out of there.”

---

Lights and dark shapes wheeled overhead as Rei drifted in and out of darkness and semiconsciousness. She was cold. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been warm. She didn’t know where she was or how long she had been here. Her mind reached back to London. An attack, Zenyatta on the ground, someone had to protect him. She fought. Zenyatta wasn’t the target. Stupid girl. And now she was...

One eye flickered open to more fluorescent lights and a masked figure in the corner of her vision, looking at a tablet. Not safe here. She had to move. Legs didn’t seem to be listening. She moved her wrist and it stopped short, aching. Straps. There were straps digging into her cheeks. A breathing mask. Not breathing. The air was sour and made her eyes heavy. Sleep. More drugs. Her eyes opened blearily. There were figures in gray and red. Masks covering their faces.

“She’s getting twitchy again,” a voice spoke.

“Up the dosage,” muttered another.

“Wait,” another voice spoke.

Rei managed to get her other eye open and she blinked a few times to see a narrow figure topped by short-cropped red hair, graying at the sides and widow’s peak standing over her. One blue eye was framed by a silvery mask.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot,” said Moira, as Rei’s vision clarified, “I think we can talk to each other civilly, don’t you?”

Rei’s hand jerked up and stopped short. She glanced down to see it secured by leather and steel.

“Where’m I?” Rei said, eyes sluggishly flicking about.

“You’re in a dream, dear,” said Moira.

“No’m not...” Rei said quietly.

“Perceptive little thing, aren’t you?” said Moira.

“You...” Rei’s eyes squinted at Moira, “...Moira.”

“A very perceptive little thing,” said Moira.

“You’re... a thief,” the words fell out of Rei. She was clinging to any thought her mind could bring up like a ship’s mast in a storm.

Moira blinked a few times. “Excuse me?” she said, with a slight smile.

“Stole from Mom... made... horrible things....” Rei started to drift off then seemed to snap back to semi-consciousness, “Mom--!” she said with a slight start, but Moira put a hand on her shoulder, less a calming action than emphasizing all the restraints securing her to the stretcher.

“She can’t help you here,” said Moira, brushing the back of her hand along the side of Rei’s face.

“Take me back,” Rei said softly, “I want... I want to go home.”

“You are home, dear. You’ll see that, soon enough. It’ll be easier when you stop fighting. You’ll see how much we have in common.”

“...all you can do is take from Mom...” said Rei, her head lolling around.

Moira suddenly stiffened. “...what did you say?” she said.

“You just... take what Mom makes and you make it horrible... that’s... all you can do. That’s what you’re going to do to me, right? That’s...” Rei’s hand balled into a fist even in its restraints, “That’s all you can do...”

Moira’s mouth drew to a thin line, one corner of it twitched momentarily before she spoke again. “Darling, you have no idea what I can do,” said Moira, before looking sharply over to the labtech,“Up the dosage.”

“She’s almost at the EEG threshhold for Mnemosyne,” one of the labtechs started, “If she’s conscious just a little longer---”

“Up. The. Dosage,” said Moira.

One of the labtechs hesitantly clicked something on Rei’s IV and Rei’s eyes rolled back in her head before shutting.

“You’re going to break,” Moira said, as a little bit of drool trailed out of the corner of Rei’s mouth, “You’re going to break or you’re going to die here. We have all the time in the world. I can’t say the same for you.”

---

If you’re going to do something stupid, may as well try to be smart about how you go about it, Aedan thought to himself as he tapped away at his lab terminal, He had complained to his mother plenty times before about how little he actually knew about Talon’s operations internationally, but as far as operations here, well... Aedan gave a glance to the stylized thumbnail sized blacklight tattoo on the underside of his wrist and brought it to a scanner next to the monitor. It didn’t hurt to be a VIP. Guard shifts. Agent shifts. Labtech shifts. Labtech profiles. Rei’s profile. A surprising amount was laid bare. Not Rei’s lab videos--he imagined for the same reason he didn’t have access to the lab videos for ‘Project Widow.’ But her personal effects brought with her when she was captured were, surprisingly, not incinerated yet. He figured as far as finding resources to get her out of here, there was a good place to start.

There were a surprising amount of areas of Urdr open to him as well, including the storage lockers and the armory. He easily accessed the effects confiscated from Rei, finding clothing--a yellow ochre dress, some olive green leggings, socks and canvas sneakers, and a bra. There was her hair ribbon as well, which he pocketed, figuring she’d want something to tie her hair back with.

“No comms, no weapons,” muttered Aedan, rifling through the dress’s pockets, “Thought you were supposed to be a ninja...”

A small metal sound hit the floor next to the locker and Aedan glanced down to see a small gold object gleaming against the gray of the floor. He stooped and picked it up, seeing it was a small pendant on a thin chain. He squinted at the pendant. It seemed terribly worn down, but he could make out a nearly rubbed-out circular shape atop some... wings? An older version of the Valkyrie suit’s symbol, perhaps? He shrugged and pocketed the necklace, leaving the rest of the civilian clothes back in the locker. Something this old and worn had to have some sentimental value.

From there, it was a simple matter of cross-referencing which Talon agents fit Rei’s measurements, which Talon labtechs fit his own measurements, and which were currently out on assignment in other parts of the world, visiting the armory, punching in their ID number, and boom: Some new-car-smelling Talon assassin and labtech armor was pushed out by the automated armorer. And that was another thing-- how much he was able to just... walk around the facility without anyone questioning him. No one questioned him walking through the facility with Talon assassin and labtech armor under each arm. No one questioned him tucking the Talon assassin and labtech armor into his locker. It had never occurred to him that being Moira’s son was a position of power. He had been so used to the murmurs of ‘That clone thing’ and ‘Moira’s special little project’ that it never occurred to him what it meant that he was Moira’s special little project.

So much loyalty was assumed by virtue of the memories Moira implanted in him. In a way, it was... depressing, stressful even. In a sense, he knew he was an extension of his mother. He knew that she had given him her qualities to question and challenge everything. They had made a scientist, not a soldier, but so assured was Moira in her own way of thinking that the fact that he might be working counter to her goals was... impossible. There was another explanation, and the idea that he might be working against Talon was so unimaginable that even when he was doing things he considered out of the ordinary and worthy of questioning, they were not questioned. He got nearly everything he needed to do to get Rei out of there done by little past the afternoon, but there were still loose ends. He needed a distraction. Something bigger than Rei. Something to overwhelm the facility.

He sat in the lab for hours, wracking his brain. What. What could he do that couldn’t be traced back to him that would cause a big enough distraction to get Rei out of here? Nothing to burn the whole facility down, no, of course not.

“Incoming Call from Seye Ogundimu,” the Lab AI spoke.

“Accepted,” said Aedan.

“Eeeeyyyyy Twiggy!” Seye’s voice came on the line.

“Beefcake,” Aedan said in turn.

There was a snort on the other end. “How’s Iceland?”

“Surprisingly not very icy,” said Aedan, “Thailand?”

“Pretty Thai...” said Seye.

“Good,” said Aedan, “Good to hear some can keep it consistent.

“Who are you talking to?” a slightly French accented voice came on the line, “Oh-- The clone. Carry on.”

“Who was that?” said Aedan.

“Oh it’s Faustine. Don’t worry about her. She’s just here to judge your immortal soul,” said Seye.

“You’re hilarious,”said Faustine, flatly.

“Oh no worries at all,” said Aedan, “Clone, remember? And ginger at that. Nary a soul to be seen.”

Seye snorted again. “So how’s Urdr treating you?”

“A bit gloomy compared to Oasis,” said Aedan, turning around in his swivel chair, “But I suppose it doesn’t matter to the Amalgams,” he said, looking around the lab, “So it’s as good as any.”

“You’re still working with those blobby things?” said Seye.

“Until we can get Reyes stable, yes, we’re still working with the blobby things,” said Aedan with a slight eye roll.

There was a huff on Seye’s end. “Just be careful, all right? I know--scientist, and all, but you remember what happened last Halloween.”

There was a beat and Aedan’s face lit up. “Yes...” he said, “I do remember.”

“...had to break out the flamethrowers and everything....” said Seye.

“Yes...” said Aedan.

“We’re going to be late,” Faustine spoke up again.

“Yeah yeah, I’ll be there,” said Seye, “Hey, I gotta go. Take care of yourself, all right?”

“Yeah,” said Aedan, “I will.”

“Later!” Seye’s voice sounded over the comm before cutting out.

“Later,” said Aedan, knowing Seye wouldn’t hear him.

Aedan’s eyes flicked to the nanite amalgams in their glass tubes lining the walls.

“...Right,” he said softly.

---

Aedan was back at the facility apartment well before Moira. He cooked, as he liked. Portobello mushrooms with poached eggs and spinach. Something with a decent amount of attention and skill. Moira had to practically drag herself through the door.

“Wretched girl,” Moira muttered under her breath. Not a greeting. Not addressed to him, but he took it as one all the same.

“Asset proving difficult again, I take it?” said Aedan, putting two plates down on the table.

“She has the worst of both of them,” Moira muttered as Aedan placed a glass of riesling in front of her, “You can just tell. A spiteful, monstrous little creature.”

“Figures as such,” said Aedan with a shrug.

Moira looked down at her plate. “Oh... A thaisce...” she said, running her hand through her graying red hair, “It’s lovely.”

“I figured it would be another stressful day for you,” said Aedan with a smile, “Might want something easy on the stomach.”

Moira sectioned off her mushroom and egg, yellow yolk bleeding out onto her plate, “Sometimes I wonder if you’re the only thing I ever got right,” she said quietly.

“I’m not perfect,” Aedan said with a shrug.

“But you’re human,” said Moira, taking a bite of her food, “Or... at least what humans should be.”

“...I wish you’d met better humans in your life, Mum,” said Aedan, eating his own food much more easily this time, “I don’t think I’m that high of a bar.”

Moira snickered a little. “Don’t worry about me. We’re going to change things,” she said, some firmness in her voice, some confidence, “I promise you that much.”

Aedan just smiled and nodded.

They finished their dinner. Aedan did the dishes. Moira excused herself to her room to look over more lab footage and review correspondence. Aedan almost felt a little bad at how easily he he was able to tell what would happen next. Moira was curled up on her bed within the hour, fully dressed, deeply asleep. Of course that was to be expected with the near all-nighter she pulled before. He knew he wouldn’t have another window like this. He walked out of the apartment.

He headed to Urdr lockers. He got into the labtech clothing, slipping the necklace into the pocket of his labcoat, put on the mask, surgical cap, and goggles, and headed down the halls to Lab 9 with the assassin armor under his arm. He made a point of stopping and talking with other labtechs on the way, making a shell game of it, changing his position in the hallway, handing the armor to the other labtech and asking if it felt too heavy, changing position with them, then taking it back and continuing on his way to Lab 9. He glanced at his watch on the way there. 9:41. One Labtech on duty. He opened the door to Lab 9 and strolled in. The labtech wasn’t even looking at Rei, and why would he be? She was just as unconscious as before. He was fiddling away at his comm, no doubt texting about more interesting things, and Aedan couldn’t blame him for that. Aedan didn’t have to be in view of the camera’s lens to unplug it. The labtech didn’t even look up at Aedan apparently stretching in the direction of the security camera. The Labtech did make the effort to glance up and put his comm away as Aedan approached him, though.

“Sturluson?” the labtech said, “I thought they had you at the labsite in--”

Aedan put a hand on the labtech’s shoulder and his own abilities and the biotic rig did the rest. Aedan’s breath shuddered slightly, sucking energy right out of the labtech’s muscles and nervous system until the labtech dropped to the floor, unconscious. Aedan rolled his wrist. “Nothing personal,” he said quietly, before stepping next to the stretcher where Rei was strapped down. He looked her over a moment. She seemed to be mostly unharmed. No visible bruising. They had wrapped her up in one of their on-site operating gowns, a slightly more dignified step up from a typical hospital gown with fasteners in the front and back, as well as along the shoulders, but... still a hospital gown. Not something she could just run around the facility in. He put the assassin armor down on her stomach, and she was about as responsive as a pile of gravel. He worked quietly and efficiently, undoing the anesthetic mask from Rei’s face, unstrapping her wrists, taking her arm, gingerly pulling the needle of the IV of sedatives out, snapping the needle off, stopping the tube off and re-taping it down so it appeared as if she still had an IV in it for any other guards or labtechs he might run into coming out of here. He re-strapped her wrists down--just for the time being. If the restraints were off it would rouse suspicion.

“And here...” he unlocked the wheels of her stretcher, “We go,” he said, having to throw far more of his weight than he thought he’d have to against the stretcher to move it forward. He grunted with the effort of simply moving it across the lab, then he had to negotiate with opening the door, stretching awkwardly over Rei to reach the panel next to it, then struggling with the door sliding shut on the stretcher several times as he attempted to push the stretcher through, then he himself getting clipped by the door when he attempted to get through the door as well.. He huffed, not panting--he could have panted but he really didn’t want to admit how much that last effort had put him out of breath-- before taking Rei’s stretcher and moving down the hall. Rei was (thankfully) unconscious through all of this. “Okay,” Aedan said quietly to himself, “Just need to get you to my lab before--”

Rei groaned a little in her sleep.

“...Before you wake up,” said Aedan quietly, and then began pushing her stretcher harder and moving faster, “Mum really wasn’t kidding about that dragon metabolism thing, was she?”

“‘zmum...” Rei mumbled from the stretcher.

“No, no, we’re not talking, you’re still asleep,” said Aedan, moving the stretcher a little faster. He had to get to his own lab. He had put the security cameras on a loop there. It would give them time.

“Hey--” another labtech stepped up alongside the stretcher, “Do we have clearance to move the asset?”

“I have clearance,” said Aedan, lying, continuing to push the stretcher, his lab was close, “But if you want to take it up with Moira at the on-site residences, be my guest. You know how she loves people interrupting her in her spare time.”

“...Do you need a hand?” said the labtech.

“Do you have clearance?” asked Aedan.

The Labtech immediately shut up at this and continued on his way. Aedan wasn’t sure how much time he had bought himself.

“Nnh...” Rei’s brow furrowed.

“Still asleep,” Aedan said to himself, rushing the stretcher down the halls, “Just a little longer...” he said as they reached his own lab. It was another painful bit of maneuvering with the sliding door and the panel and getting the stretcher through (the stretcher really was meant to be pushed by two people), before finally getting Rei into his own lab and buckling over to catch his breath and try and calm his nerves. “Okay,” he said to himself, “Okay. Okay. Step one. Done. Step two--”

Rei groaned a little from the stretcher. Aedan exhaled, then walked over and unstrapped her wrists, then the straps across her chest and waist and legs. Rei was mumbling sleepily as the straps came off. She stirred slightly and Aedan flinched back from the straps at her ankles before stepping over to better look at her face. Aedan could see her eyes moving beneath her lids, unsure if it was REM sleep. Her lips were parted but her jaw was tight. He noticed a crusty line of dried drool leading down her cheek from the corner of her mouth and unthinkingly brought up a gloved hand and began gently flaking it off with his thumb.

Her eyes flicked open.

Then flicked to him.

He was stunned for half a second, his thumb still on her cheek. “Uh... hey,” he started.

She punched him in the face.

The labtech mask absorbed most of the shock of the blow but still it was strong enough to send him reeling back, the labtech goggles cracked in one lens from the strike. Rei sat bolt upright, then swayed from the rush of blood from her head, pressing her hands to her forehead, then glanced down at the straps still on her ankles and began feverishly getting them off. She was terrified, disoriented. She moved to get off the straps and then moved to scramble off of the stretcher, but her movements were clumsy, sluggish, and imbalanced.

“Wait--Wait!” Aedan rushed over, managing to catch her before she fell to the floor, supporting her upper torso as it hung off the stretcher.

“Get off of me!” she said, trying to shove him back. Even with all the drugs in her system she was incredibly strong and it was a struggle just to keep her from tumbling to the floor.

“Listen--” Aedan tried to calm her down but she was still scrambling in his grip, “Just listen to me for one second!” Rei looked into his eyes, into the cracked labtech goggles, fight-or-flight still flashing in her own eyes when Aedan said, “Who do you think undid those straps!?”

Rei paused, then looked at the straps on her stretcher, then to him.

“Just...” Aedan pushed her weight back slightly so that she was centered on the stretcher again before taking a step away from her and bringing his hands up, “It’s okay,” he said, slowly reaching into his labcoat pocket and pulling out her necklace and hair ribbon. He took a tentative step forward and set the necklace and hair ribbon down on the stretcher next to her. She quickly snatched them up, clutching them both to her chest before looking back at him, brow crinkled in confusion. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said calmly.

“What is this?!” said Rei, “What’s going on!?”

Aedan took a deep breath, then took off the surgical cap, labtech mask, and goggles. Rei’s eyes widened at finally seeing his face.

“...Aedan?” said Rei.

“This is a rescue,” said Aedan, “I’m getting you out of here.”

A long pause passed between them.

“What?” said Rei.

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A classic hexagon Match-3 game launch on Android Market. Your mission is to win the Jewels Star. Pass the levels and try to get allstars in each level. How to play: 1: Match 3 or more identical jewels. 2: Match the jewels until the bottom board,the Jewels star will appear. 3: Make the jewels star down to last line to pass the level. Tips: Eliminate the jewels quickly can get extra scores. Features: - More than 300 levels and multiple pretty scenes in the game. - Match 4 jewels can win a bomb and 1 lighting.

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unalived · 6 years

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“I love, too, a love that soon might end.”

SENTENCE MEME → HOZIER / WASTELAND, BABY!

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 they lived like this? Together, but separate; a million meters apart even under the same roof. Ignore a wound long enough and eventually it will fester, until with amputation is the only cure. She’s a phantom limb he’ll carry with him for eternity.

❝ It doesn’t have to. ❞ Jonathan tastes the futility of his words, he’s lost her already. He lost her the night he took Carrel’s life, and maybe even before then. She must have suspected something, all those years fighting the occupation, escorting frightened refugees over city limits and performing clandestine surgeries; mired in temptation and violence. A knife in the dark. Not even the horrors of the skal virus can compare to the effects of institutional genocide. The creatures he was forced to kill during the epidemic were driven by insanity and starvation, not prejudice; a far more damning cause in the doctor’s opinion.

❝ Stay. ❞ More plea than persuasion. It worked once before, upon the precipice of suicide, banking only on the faint glimmer of hope in her eyes. But now she looks at him like a stranger, a forensic intensity to her gaze; as if she might autopsy his reasoning. He can tell whatever she finds isn’t good enough. Yet, she must see his grief, how this vengeance was just another way to mourn, and how his love for her hasn’t changed. ❝ Stay with me. ❞

#healthycarrier #⟨ VERSE III ⟩ draw a monster.#⟨ ASKBOX ⟩ answers by post.#OOF

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youngboy-oldmind · 4 years

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IN DEPTH REVIEW- DAMN Part II

The bipolar aura of DAMN. continues in the next few tracks. Kendrick talks about his superiority in the rap game, stating how unparalleled he stands. But following a stint of confidence, we get a brutal look at Kendrick exposing himself for his consistent internal struggles. While remaining on top and being idolized by so many, he expresses great loneliness, hopelessness, and feeling a lack of genuineness surrounding him. Then, we get a nice harmony between Kendrick and Rihanna talking about dedication and loyalty, wherever or whoever one is loyal to.

4. ELEMENT

Similar to the beginning of “YAH”, we hear Kid Capri start off the track yelling “New Kung Fu Kenny” and “Aint nobody praying for me”, which generally lead to more aggressive, chaotic, and/or negative tracks. While not negative, “ELEMENT” is Kendrick’s chaotic boast to the rap industry and any competitors that he is elite and the best in the game. Going as far to say he’d die, kill, and go against the bible and go “eye for an eye” (which Jesus was against) to be successful. Over three verses and choruses, the later being a eerily slowed down version, Kendrick let’s everybody know he’s not to be messed with and if someone is going to step up to him, they better carry some kind of weight or he’ll slap you and make it look sexy.

The chorus on this song is my favorite on the album. The light piano-like notes added on the chorus are a perfectly opposite from the deep, monotoned piano notes during the verses. This creates an interesting comparison. Kendrick is very intense, direct, and aggressive during the verses. However, on the chorus he seems playful and lighthearted. It’s not a “just kidding” playful, it’s more like he will do it so effortlessly that its a joke. Both the delivery and instrumental switch between verses and choruses paint a cocky, unbeatable Lamar.

5. FEEL

"FEEL” begins similarly to “ELEMENT” with Kendrick stating nobody’s praying for him. Through two heart-wrenching verses, we get Kendrick’s confessions of every negative emotion he’s wrestling. He talks about being on edge, feeling low and isolated, distant from his friends and family, and hopelessness when reflecting on society. The last section we get another demonic-esque layering over his vocals while talking about the end of the world and monsters like phoenixes and the Loch Ness that represents a culmination of chaos ensuing from an impending doom.

This track is BRUTAL. After such an upbeat, bragging song in the previous track, “FEEL” is another 180 turn that counters his established confidence. However, Kendrick doesn’t discredit his success or unparalleled status, indicated by the lines:

“I feel n****s been out of pocket/ I feel n****s tappin' they pockets/ I feel like debatin' on who the greatest can stop it/ I am legend, I feel like all of y'all is peasants/ I feel like all of y'all is desperate/ I feel like all it take is a second to feel like/ Mike Jordan whenever holdin' a real mic/ I ain't feelin' your presence/ Feel like I'ma learn you a lesson”

Here, Kendrick once again compares himself to Michael Jordan in hip hop, stating there’s no debate and he’s at a level he could teach rappers below him. Kendrick expresses a lack of assuredness and trust with people around him. However, the one thing he knows for sure is he’s the greatest. I like that he maintains this sentiment. No matter how dark or hopeless he feels, he will still be the best. He also draws another comparison to him and 2Pac, saying the feelings he has must be what 2Pac felt when he fled to Cuba to distance himself from fame. If Kendrick suddenly dies or goes missing, I guess we know where he could possibly be.

The hardest-hitting sentiment of this track is the final two lines of both verses that leads to the chorus, “Ain’t nobody praying for me”. As much as his fans praise him and as much as he looks out for others, he feels isolated and like nobody truly cares about him. This is an awful feeling to wrestle with when in the same breath claim legend status. Kendrick didn’t take the route I expected him to; the route that others (popular ones include T.I. on “Live Your Life” and J Cole on numerous tracks) take when they say they’d give up the fame and success if it meant true happiness because that’s what ultimately matters. Here, it seems Kendrick is stating that the fame and status is important and he’s not giving it up, but wishes he had happiness and a trustworthy close circle around him.

Besides “FEAR”, “FEEL” is Kendrick’s most brutally transparent expression of his negative internal plights.

6. LOYALTY

“LOYALTY” is a breath of fresh air after the two previous intense tracks. This tracks features Kendrick and Rihanna exchanging verses and collaborating on the chorus to discuss things they’re loyal to. Kendrick talks about his dedication and loyalty to his art and previous success, then transitioning to talking about wanting loyalty and forever with a partner. Towards the end of the track, Kendrick and Rihanna inquire what a potential significant other is loyal to: friends, family, drugs, fame, money, yourself? What are your priorities?

This isn’t quite a love song. It’s more like a dedication song. Lacking much of a romantic vibe, it addresses on what you focus on and whether a relationship is possible, whether romantic or friendly. This connects to Kendrick’s previous feeling of not trusting those around him. This song applies to anyone in his life; are you going to be there through ups and downs?

I think this is a great add-on to previous thoughts he’s expressed so far on this project. After stating how abandoned and hopeless he feels, he’s actively making sure those around him are trustworthy. I think this expresses growth and less of the “Kung Fu Kenny” chaos perspective.

In terms of popularity, this song is in the Top 5 most streamed, behind “DNA”, “HUMBLE”, and “LOVE”. Rihanna and Kendrick make a great combination. The back an fourth dialogue and occasional harmonies pair together well; Kendricks lower, gruff voice matches Rihanna’s higher, singing voice. I definitely hope they collaborate more in the future.

Part III Coming Soon!

#album review #music review #hip hop review #hip hop #Kendrick Lamar

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denouae · 5 years

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finifugal: verse o.

cigarette ash like wildfire, burning holes in the nighttime. verse zero, as endorsed by the historical portraits, hung askew.

in this fugue crafted out of the atrophy in a man’s empire, he’s the core of its rotten dusk, collared by the weight of expectations. his globed shoulders are always worn down with the carnation driven by bloodied thoughts, he always ends up in the viscera of his clasped mind, mouth never uttering a single word in regards to the thoughts. “what would you like to be, if not monstrous, if not grotesque?” a question posed in multiplies, engraving ennui in his mind. it's not like he hasn't been growing up, growing old with the same telltale inquiry, its answer leading to this monosyllabic reverse psychology.

ii.

he's not a fool. one response leads to another, and another, and another. the apostles do not mouth their creeds for nothing, their intents crafted out of nothing if not men's self-destruct tendencies. if men can eat themselves alive, own flesh in own teeth, that's when the apostles have marked their craftsman finished. this is naught if not sacrifice, to rinse humans of their riches, their sanity. humans, after all, are manmade ridges of selfish architectures. they simply teach lessons through the subliminal messages; this greed, this hunger. deeming humans unable to comprehend the nature of altruism, they've taken it upon themselves to baptize these lost souls under the guise of lies.

iii.

half-moon bites on his skin mark the memories. on this lane at the end of the long, winding road, was a man that kept a boy close to his chest by having hands around the child's neck. the embossed fingerprints served as a reminder for the boy not to run too far, too fast, lest he'd fall. remember, where he came from, with the height of men turned more into commodities than capabilities, someone like his father was an exception. climbing the ladder with nothing but his nimble thoughts, appa claimed to have swallowed the bitter of this world's carnage firsthand. men that did not, do not alter dreamscapes fast enough on this side of the world wouldn't survive. the harsh reality was that the legacy had to carry on.

iv.

& looking from the telescope of a dead man's eyes, he was, is very fortunate indeed. deiformed, childhood was stained with the syllables of matured lies. his birth came first, the preliminary edge to the lineage. a son of jung, finally. to the throne, to the crown. appa, for once, swelled with secondhand pride, which proved to be nothing more than borrowed fortune when a cousin was born from the first uncle. he was three, naïve. the wafting scent of aged wine was none but a passing thought; he didn't recognize appa, plagued with anger. he took the beating in silence. it was his fault—

it was until it wasn't. his gift was discovered early, crevasses of his talents found, unlike gems, more like sins. bullets that penetrated the nights as he took a stroll with appa, not in reality but on a plane called the dreamscape. and as it progressed... love? love is a relative measure. in retrospect, he cannot call it as such. it leaves when it fits. it leaves when it stills. leftovers of umma's presence did not last long enough to be called as such, and this? appa's grip around his hand, embedding nail marks... is this it?

vi.

his question marks missed the dots. he left a trail of them, one by one, on his paintings. he was better off away from the fellow kids, not because of the introversion. maybe it was so that envy did not smear the people's faces; after all, he was, is the prodigy to carry the legacy of the jung's. the spidery metastasis of his smoked imageries spread on canvases, they sell well. and after his fourteenth painting of the city of berlin — distorted, its spine so askew many wouldn't have been able to tell that it was, in fact, it... — he was recruited into the rank. appa didn't raise a fool; his baptismal as the architect for the creed did not wait. he was a son to a father, for once.

vii.

"when was the last time you went to therapy?" the stray inquiry echoed in a dream that wasn't his — a dream he'd snuck into so that they could maintain a structured lie throughout the night, extracting ideas, information. knowledge that was meant to be underlying secrets, they wanted to know them all. it wasn't a question directed at him, but it remained with him for an elongated timeline. he needs a permanent shrink, it seems. a child prodigy has grown into the intended monster. he needs to finish these inceptions, though. these mementos, too. all the paintings, pictures, portraits. half-sketched drawings that wilt in these ever-changing places. five-starred hotels that he'd never frequented, but they'd known him by names. uriel, the painter. or mr. jung, the dealer. the trades made, however, are never equal.

viii.

he chipped at the corners of these apertures with his coffee-stained teeth, listening closely to the whispers from the far-fetched memories in his leisure. he still recalled, after all this time, after all the beatings, his grandfather's calloused hand guiding his own to make sharp strokes across the canvas. he mastered painting at such a young, gullible age. his styles mimicked the old man's, carved legacy hanging high above his head like a chandelier, except for the fact this his grandfather had never loved him much — not as much as the grandfather loving the first son of the first son. no wonder appa purchased too many escapes. there was just not enough space for two fighting for the castle of patriarchy. uriel, deemed a son, now deemed a wound. hasn't he been one all this time? & if he were to be a wound, he'd be a good one.

ix.

there was no funeral for appa, just a reminder that being trapped in the maze of nightmares might lead to permanent death. the creed didn't shed a tear for appa, and neither did he. he saw the tangled dreams of his grandfather's, the guilt intertwined like archaic ivies. there wasn't a need for tears when it was for a son long lost, a son long gone. he himself, he found inner peace, another looming shadow gone. he wished anything in his life could be enough, but alas—

he's smudged in colors, red for the night that cusped in smidgens. memories that fleet. he was asleep when the phone rang. he expected it to be a death of the person he used to know, but it wasn't. premonitions that don't foreshadow anything— well, he was told by the cheap tarot reader at the corner of the street that he would receive good news within the week. what else could he expect? the erasure of the looming shadows for the last thirty years could've been an exit, for once. his visit to magnolia was capricious, almost, besides for the fact of his frantic uncle's demand. the fragments of a so-called family shouldn't have bothered him this much, yet the poltergeists of the haunting past, they always return. he'll prove himself wrong: & so, he stays.

this is to undo the spine and count every bone, fingers bleeding from the sharpened ridges. marrow crowned with intentional negligence; there is nothing that forges survival the way tragedies do. the world was handcrafted out of sins, after all — out of smelted temptation swallowed whole. a theory denied by the blinded: if god had not desired for men to tangle their feet, why were they created a step away from the trap? if god reserved eden for this creature of flesh and bones, why were their sinews the hue of lethal curiosity? think about this: the architecture of god’s construct comes in both cause and effect.

#abt.#ver: o.#tw parental death #tw parental neglect #tw night terrors #tw sacrilege #tw manipulation #tw child abuse

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fightevilandthengetblownup · 5 years

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My Design Verse III

The air felt colder as he stepped out of the hired car to stare up at a rundown building on the shoreline of Lake Superior. It could have been from the cool wind coming off of the lake, it could have been the forboding empty look of the rusted and worn building, or it could have been the ice that ran down his spine remembering the last time he came to face with his quarry.

He didn’t often feel like he was in the right place outside of his home - at Quantico he felt like a zoo animal being peered at and designed to do tricks for their entertainment, at Hannibal’s house he felt like a mouse quivering in the corner trying to hide beneath the hungry eyes of a sadistic cat - but as he approached the wind-worn building at the lakeside, Will could breathe easier with every step closer.

The door stated opening hours wouldn’t be for another three hours. No self-respecting bar would open before 11am on a Sunday - those who ended the night would have only crawled out a few hours earlier with the rising of the sun, those who would want to roll in and forget the world wouldn’t find it acceptable until after midday when their drowning would be more socially acceptable to others view. And yet he was there, and he knew somehow she was too. He knew he had been lured in, and any moment longer in the claustrophobic hotel room four blocks away would have driven him around the bend waiting to be caught up in her again.

There was a creak from inside, and a shuffling of feet and furniture legs on the old floorboards. A light flicked on and cast the silhouette as she moved towards him. A shadow, dancing her way towards him to welcome him into the light, a balm to the madness she’d brought out in him so different than Hannibal ever could.

“Hey, you made it.” Her voice always surprised him, never quite matching the feminine looks right. Too many horrors and truths washing away the softness to her tone, yet to affect her exterior as well. “Come on in, nobody’ll bother us for another few hours so ya’ll can ask all the questions you want ‘bout it all.”

He followed her, though if anyone would ask him later he wouldn’t have recalled doing so. It was as if her presence sent him into a fugue state all over again, to be guided and directed and pushed and pulled as Hannibal had done so. But comparing the two felt as wrong as ever, as while Hannibal had all the appearance of goodness but drew those around into darkness, she was shrouded in the darkest parts of the world but shone through. His light through the dark, his lure in the rough waters, his bloody angel to guide him.

“You didn’t specify a time.”

“Well it’s a good thing I watched you leave this morning. Did you sleep well?” Her brow raised at him as she slipped behind the bar and he found himself standing awkwardly on the other side.

“You watched me leave?” The idea of being watched - after being under the constant stalking of the stag, the bloody gaze of Hannibal, the clinical observation of Chilton - should have sent a shiver of horror down his spine; however the brown doe eyes that smiled back at him made him want to shiver for a different reason.

Jo Harvelle gave a shrug in response, hands clasped gently upon the bar before her as she looked back at him. His neck felt warm. “I thought it best to make sure you’d arrived safely - if arrivin’ at all.” Her shoulder slumped a little again at her explanation as she turned her back on him to potter about the backspace of the bar.

“So, what…what was that crime scene about?” The first question that popped into his head since he’d caught a glimpse of his angel at that lamp post after emerging from the crime scene. The scene itself screamed psychopath, however not the usual displays of ritualistically designed depravement that followed her around.

“That, my dear Watson, was the work of a monster of the foulest kind -” Her teasing tone beligned the darkness of her words as the blonde moved about fetching two glasses down, before pouring water from a hug into each glass, “- a real monster. The kind that you heard in your closet or under your bed, creeping at your window or breathin’ down your neck as a child. The kind that made you sleep with the lights on, that you couldn’t shake the feelin’ of. An actual monster from your nightmares, and not just the likes of your doctor.”

As absurd as the words sounded, Will clutched at the glass pushed before him, throat tight and parched as if a dying man left in the sun too long, but unable to make his hands lift his salvation to his lips. The only satisfaction he could glean was from the words dropping from the pink lips before him. Lips he’d been haunted by for months.

“Are you afraid of ghost stories, Mr Graham?” Her words were barely above a whisper, and he felt himself drawn in further to her world two steps from the one he left behind. He could see it just beyond the darkness behind her golden halo hair. He could see it creeping out from the depths of her eyes. He could almost taste it on his lips if he leant forward any further. “Does the boogeyman haunt your dreams?”

“Only you.”

He heard his voice replying but it was as if he was watching from afar again. Out of control, out of his body and slowly slipping out of his mind all over again. He could abstractly realise he had switches one obsession for another, but Will couldn’t help it.

“I’m no nightmare,” her reply was gentle and her hands were soft as she moved his own to his lips. The glass was cold and the water cooler still, but he felt like he was on fire again. Boiling alive from the inside. Unable to scream out at the world as his brain fried until the liquid poured through him like a tidal wave. He felt like he’d drown from it as she stepped back with a sigh from him, “I’m what stops them.”

“Stops them?” Will frowned slightly, his brows furrowing as he ran the words over his tongue. It tasted like they could have cut him apart if he let them. “Stop what?”

“The monsters. The demons. And everything in between.”

Eyes blinked back at him, honesty seeping out of her as he took a proverbial step closer to her world as Jo Harvelle’s voice lulled over him, explaining each part of her world over the next hour. As she spoke, he felt the world wipe before his eyes in his mind as each world spang forth. The file he knew like the back of his hand, the file he had absorbed so far into himself that he bloody grace had drowned the stag away from his psyche, the file that allowed him to slip so far into her that he couldn’t draw himself out alone if he wanted to.

Each tale, each story, each spectre she weaved seemed to draw at the very fibre of the world around him - tearing down the thin veil that existed between his world and hers. His world crumbling below her soft voice, and the gloom of the darkened bar feeling equally menacing and comforting knowing that the blonde was there in it with him.

At the sound of keys in the lock, the spell she weaved began to break down for him again, veil sliding back into place with a swing of the pendulum.

The concept devolved from there, his eyes slowly opened to her insanity. That there were things that went bump in the night and called from the shadows. It had to be insanity that drove her, that turned a sweet country girl into the deadly woman he'd seen over and over again on pages and in his dreams. It was the only real answer that he could accept - she was truly a madwoman and he had to choose whether to join her mania alongside all those others she enraptured.

Or if he would break the cycle and return her to those he answered to, for her to be shut up somewhere dank and dark as he had, to be analysed and reviewed and assessed until she was nothing but a profile written on paper and her soul crushed within the system.

As the pair drew back from eachother while the tall leggy brunette entered the bar, Will felt another shiver run along his spine at the thought of his bloody angel disappearing into ink.

#AU stories #my design verse

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sangmer · 8 years

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MAINVERSE ----- KINGVERSE

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.many have grand dreams they develop over time. be it over one’s head or not, to seek or stay still does all the difference. even monsters have dreams, and such are the ones with delusions of grandeur, confident int heir abilities to make these corrupt idea a reality. Once the mainverse has been decided in a thread and Siebold is to take reign of a modern Kalos successfully, the verse will be regarded as KINGVERSE (or CROWNED DREAM). Due to the possible explicit triggering content, I will give appropriate warning before you continue.

content mentions: suicide | mental illness | death | & the obvs cannibalism

TRUE kingverse, ( i call this true kingverse because on 100 there will be different variations of kingverse. but for the most part, siebold would act the same in all of them ) This is the path in which Siebold has taken it upon himself to seek and capture the POKEMON OF DESTRUCTION, Yveltal. Either he acquires it by seeking it out personally, or he obtains it from the protagonist after hearing that he/she had been keeping it under their possession. His inevitable sacrifice of his own soul leads for his own death ( in which he would take his own life ), allowing the pokemon to harbor its powers within him, in return bring death’s hand over lands. Siebold’s main goal of kingverse is to become what is expected of him, eliminate all, beginning with those that dare defy him, including those within regions outside Kalos. i.He appears deathly ill: clouded eyes & faintly discolored skin due to his corpse being left out for a period of time before being reanimated by Yveltal. Along with this, he becomes more reckless and erratic with his decisions, as if his mind is in a constant state of being near-death. He clearly show signs of a more deteriorated mental state, some may claim he is ‘mad’, similar to kings of the past. It will only become worse with added stress (from outside criticisms, tireless work that goes into ruling a land [which will get much more demanding as he conquers other nations], and the inevitable backlashes) . Much of the blemishes ( which either cannot heal or heal terribly slowly ) acquired are neatly covered with makeup, yet due to his irregular eye shape due to death, he is unable to use contacts to mask his partially-clouded over pupils. This leaves him almost BLIND. ii. Dependent on who he has wed, his actions may or may not be as destructive at first. However, as time passes, he will progressively ignore calls for justice or more methodical plans in battle. iii. Siebold leaves behind the ‘legacy’ of his father as he is convinced that what he has become is well enough to carry on a name. Now, he paves his own name into more than a simple restaurant (though La Couronne, in Kingverse renamed simply DUFOUR. is still a restaurant managed under his name.) He begins a new era of his family’s name, and expects for it to be carried for eternity as he unifies the world under his own terms. On the subject of DUFOUR. , it is popular among the rich folk still, & in fact also serves as a taste of tourists to know how it feels to be within a monarchy. It may as well serve as propaganda to get these foreigners to conform to the King’s views and relay them back to their home. -it no longer hides the hidden café, and in fact has merged with it. iv. The energies that animate Siebold’s corpse is stored in a gem-like creation that is fastened within a choker made of silver around his neck. This is why Siebold wear a tinted glass guard, to protect it. The one and only way to let the energy escape for good is to assume control of Yveltal or kill the creature, and destroy the object containing the energies on top of it. Though seeing the complications of capturing someone else’s pokemon, it is near impossible to capture Yveltal. v. Cannibalism is legal , yet human meat is expensive due to regulations. What the monarchy dines on has automatically become luxury dishes, and so common folk are not seen practicing cannibalism often. It has become regulated to ensure the people that those being used are clean & are ones who have broken specific laws.

Omniverse, With the successful control of ALL THREE Kalos legendaries, he has complete control of life under his fingertips. With destruction brought to the earth, it brings keepers of other orders on earth. The mind of a human brings tireless battles for many legendaries to bring peace, sadly to no avail. By force, the evil, this KING, destroys much of the earth and plunges it into a sort of apocalypse in order to draw out the creator, ARCEUS, He promises order and peace to people and pokemon as long as he is given the highest position, and to slay this creator. i. His mental state is entirely imbalanced at this state. He may have bouts of violence outbursts at the smallest of problematic situations. He instills fear even more so over the lands he once ruled. Groups formed to seek safety away from the atrocities are even fearful of being killed off by the heirs under his command. ii. He demands to be treated as great as a GOD (or even higher than), and would capture and treat any who openly practice Arceusism as sacrifices and claims these practices are against him. Churches are erected in his greatness as he attempts to brainwash his people into worshiping him. iii. Unlike in the true kingverse, Siebold does not become ‘immortal’ going into OMNIVERSE. He seeks the powers of Arceus, so he refuses to be linked with any other. Also, unlike kingverse, he does not settle at simply ruling his world. Thanks to technologies discovered in Alola & Sinnoh, he sets out to have the technology created to successfully venture to other universes to conquer. Later in the verse, he even establishes a new home within the limbo of different universes and any children he has are given the responsibility of watching over ruled lands in his absence. iv. Once he manifests the powers of Arceus, there is no known way of getting rid of him. Good luck.

#ᴍᴀɪɴᴠᴇʀsᴇ┈┈ crowned dream.#♛╍║ ɴᴀʀᴄɪssᴜs—ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ᴇʏᴇs ║ [headcanon.]#[[ bre athes ]]#[[ tldr; siebold slowly becomes ridiculous in kingverse depending & there is some weird other verse ]]#[[ omniverse is still like...playdough so bear with me on that lol ]]#[[ actually most of kingverse is seeing there can be like 100 exceptions to things ]]

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