#🌾 anon

[bitter-me]

Hello!!Haha, I'm very glad that you liked my idea with Argenti! I don't want to impose too much, but I have so many ideas! For example, I have this idea - A reader from the Genius Society who is very interested in Doctor Ratio.

Again, if you are not interested, you don’t have to do it!

-Anon 🌾

A Waste of Talent

Dr. Veritas Ratio | M. Reader as X [Reverse: 1999]

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Are you sure you're not a mind reader? I swear I was working on this while making that Argenti one. Where are the cameras?? Did we met before??

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The Genius Society is known for many things. Their intelligence, their ambitions, their determination.

Accomplishing things beyond mere humans.

And yet... There is always one odd duckling in every group..

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What a waste of talent...

That is the first thing Dr. Ratio thought when he met [Name].

This man.. this researcher... this brilliant, and intelligent researcher...

Why is he even doing this?! He could be so much more and yet he continues to lay around, doing aimless research, and making useless inventions!

Why?! Why would he waste that genius brain of his?!

"Honestly," He stated, his voice shaking with fury, "You should be ashamed of yourself."

He took a deep breath to try and control himself, but the heat of his anger still burned hotly within him.

"You are squandering a once-in-a-generation opportunity to become an intellectual powerhouse," Dr. Ratio continued, his voice dripping with frustration. "What a shame."

The researcher in question merely smiles at the other's reaction as his eyes drift to the clipboard in his hand. To be honest.. he doesn't care. He doesn't care how he's "not using his full potential" in fact, he's quite happy with what he's doing now. Even if some people branded his inventions as "useless."

Plus...

Dr. Ratio's reactions are always a sight he loves to see~ the confusion mixed with frustration. What a sight to see on a man whose intelligence could rival a member of the Genius Society. [Name] had always found Dr. Ratio to be an intriguing man and even with those harsh words being directed towards him, [Name] still found him to be a fascinating individual.

Getting a reaction out of him had also become a "hobby" of his. Just those clever, witty comebacks and with how expressive he is? It's always a joy to mess with him~

Which lead to their current predicament...

Ever since [Name] became interested with Dr. Ratio, he had made the doctor his personal tester for his inventions and oh... how wonderful those days have been~ the way he gets so worked up with every invention, saying that the Genius is wasting their talent.

Making Dr. Ratio test his inventions had easily became the highlight of his day~

"Are you done talking now? Alright.. shall we proceed with the testing?"

"So... you're next research is about... fried chicken?" Dr. Ratio asked, reading the papers as his gaze darted to the invention once in a while. This can't be real... how come this genius ever think of such a thing? He could be working on some life changing invention or discovery! Why is he dedicating an invention regarding fried chicken?!

"The inspiration came from the explosion.. introducing: The Breadcrumb Spraying Dispenser." The researcher stated as he took the papers from Dr. Ratio and began flipping through them. "An invention which will bring the flavor of your food to a significant level."

"Care to test it for me?'

....That's his inspiration into making this..? This.. thing?

"An explosion inspired you to make this? What explosion?"

"The one back at Herta's Space Station."

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The day that the Genius Society decided to have their little meet up. [Name] never would have thought that Dr. Ratio is also at the Space Station.

At first, [Name] didn't think much of it. That is... until the whole Annihilation Gang thing happened..

As a kind person he is, he decided to lend them his help not only that, as a fellow Genius Society member he can't let danger arise in Herta's Space Station

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"Go, go! Retreat!"

"Damn... get that ship moving!"

How... interesting..

It's not everyday that the Space Station is being raided like this, especially not from the Annihilation Gang. He thought they were more of a "rush in and kill everyone" type of organization. Who would have thought they have more in mind than to kill him...

[Name] let out a yawn as he casually sat in one of the hidden rooms of the facility as if the whole place isn't being raided or trampled upon by unwanted guests.

"So... the target of the Annihilation Gang is the space ship? But they only sent a bunch of dummies who can hardly accomplish anything." He chuckles in amusement as he continues to eavesdrop on their conversation. It's common for Space Stations to have ships and pods, especially for one as big as Herta's.

"Take all the supplies, the flower and everything! Don't forget the coffee beans!"

"Huh?" [Name] blurred out without thinking.

Standing up from his sitting position, he burst open the door. "Stop right there. You brutal criminals." He said casually as he put a finger gun on the side of his head and did a "fire" motion.

Taken aback by the sudden involvement, the group stood there in shock. Just who is this guy?

"Why don't you listen to the smart guy here, give up your plan and leave. Okay?" He continues, taking a seat at one of the desks as he begins making a cup of coffee on the machine next to him like it's a regular Tuesday.

"What..?"

"This is a gliding ship powered by Arcanum. To start it up... the whole Space Station's electric will be cut off for 5 hours." He explains casually as he made a latte art on his coffee.

Getting fed up with him, one of them pointed their weapon on the side of the scientist's head. "I don't care what you have to do, get this thing moving!"

[Name] merely chuckles in response. "Alright.. at your service.."

"Let the butterfly flap its wings and bring us the hurricane we need.."

BOOM!!

"The ship exploded?! What have you done?!"

"It's just another way to activate it, now say.. thank you, butterfly.." He smiles as he takes a sip of his coffee.

Just because he makes "useless inventions" doesn't mean he doesn't have a trick up his sleeve. Sometimes... [Name] took great advantage of their ignorance..

And Dr. Ratio... is one he takes delight in~

[fence-time]

you know how like. Grian is associated with the Watchers and Martyn is associated with the Listeners?

What if the Watchers and Listeners were just a family that lived across the street from each other and just happened to work at the same daycare/school/whatever the Lifers go to/play at. And then Grian and Martyn are just kids from said families.

So. Grian thinks he's the leader because he's the teacher's kid or whatever, and that automatically gives him authority (in his tiny rice-grain-sized mind)

People don't even know that the Listeners are Listeners/a family. Maybe they're the janitors or something. They work as a part of the staff that literally no child thinks about/cares about (like that disembodied lady-voice that comes over the speakers to spirit some kid away if they were lucky-- or were unlucky with trouble)

-🌾(knowing myself I will probably run back here and write another essay about this playground au. I AM LITERALLY OBSSESSED I AM SO HAPPY I CAME ACROSS THIS. MY MENTAL ILLNESSES ARE CURED)

The watchers to me are just underpaid and overworked people that are apprenticing at the school :p they usually monitor the playground during breaks :3 everyone thinks it’s so cool that grians older sibling works there and he totalllyy thinks that gives him authority, yes <3

I hadn’t really thought about listeners but now that you mention it it’d be funny if they’d ere just the head master / school council :P because whenever someone gets in trouble someone (normally one of the ‘watchers’) reports it to them and then the kid gets in trouble ! Simple! But the kids don’t understand that and thinks the headmaster can just hear everything and is all knowing and shit :D

[mrsnancywheeler]

I fr want Finnick Odair to finger me in front of a mirror and make me watch.

Sorry to be horny on main :(

-🌾anon

it's okay pookie, be horny on main, I support you 💋

he absolutely would, type of guy to stop if you close your eyes for too long and give a little tsk tsk tsk, "c'mon, angel, be a good girl for me. need you to see how gorgeous you always are." and he's got you sitting in between his legs, his knees bent and over your legs to keep them open. but he can't resist you for too long even when you can't stay focused on the mirror because you just want to keep burying your face into his neck or chest. even if he softly reprimands you he finds it so sweet and just gives you what you want anyways, but only when his other hand is softly guiding your head straight so you can watch yourself orgasm.

I love my man

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[flimsy-spoon]

God I just woke up so wet and horny and can’t stop scrolling through your blog. My fingers on my clit aren’t enough. I desperately need you, your mouth, your fingers, your body. Tell me what to do to come, my pussy is yours, Mommy.

-🌾

Hey baby, you sound so pent up.. Poor thing.

I'd do everything in my power to help you out if I were there hun. I don't think I'd be able to keep my hands off of you--trailing my fingers down your sides, rubbing your hips gently with my thumbs. Despite being so desperate, I'd take it slow with you. Mommy just can't help but take time to admire such a pretty thing.

"Such a needy girl.." I'd breathe into your ear. "Mommy will take care of you."

Finally sliding down and circling my fingers around your pussy, each little movement you make not going unnoticed by my wandering eyes. Gently sliding two fingers inside you as my palm rests against your clit, feeling you clench around me so good. There's no time to waste as I pump my fingers deep inside you, curling them every so often to really rile you up. Maybe I'd use my other hand too, moving it to rub your clit better, slightly pinching it. To watch you reel back and moan out for me.

Just keep going baby.. Continue until you're finished and completely spent. Completely breathless.

[ask-liam-p]

whatd y'all see??

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[lmanblog]

Hi Philza kin here, I don’t really care?

I like animals (mainly crows) and do like trinket stims? Preferably green and gold.

-🌾 (why not I’m gonna keep coming back)

A Philza-inspired stimboard with themes of crows, trinkets, gold and green!

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[the-kr8tor]

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Hobie with a hippie partner that is addicted to henna designs and uses Hobie as their canvas. That's it. That's the ask. JUST IMAGINE HOW FLUFFY!?!?

HRU btw? Sorry, this idea just randomly sparked in my mind since hippie and punk aesthetics combine so well 🥰

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AHHHH I HAVE A SIMILAR FIC RIGHT HERE!!!

Oooohh that'll be very interesting! R's aesthetic is all soft and flowery with long fabrics while Hobie is all punk and spiky with all leather and checkered fabrics!! I bet they would exchange clothes at least once for fun just to see it! Also I can imagine R wearing Hobie's spiked bracelet as a lil token from Hobie and Hobie having a lil flower pin on his vest from R!! 😍

[prettybethot]

I'll knock you up so you don't need the pill

~🌾

keep me barefoot and pregnant 🤍

[bitter-me]

Hello!! Before I leave a request, I would like to ask how are you doing? Are you sleeping well? I also want to say that I really liked the fic with Jin Yuan!! Thank you very much!

Regarding my request! -What about Argenti with the Knight of Beauty! Reader? I’ve been thinking about this for a very long time, but only now am I deciding to write!

It's the same as always - if you don't like it, ignore it!

(I apologize for any mistakes if there are any)

-Anon 🌾

Beauty in All

Argenti | M. Reader

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"Although my sleep schedule's a mess, I'm a-okay! When I read your request I was taken aback because I actually was thinking of writing for him. Did you read my mind?"

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"You're so beautiful!"

"So handsome!"

"You're very pretty!"

"You look like a doll!"

Those are the worlds he constantly hears, all those compliments, those honeyed, flowery words. So sweet he could have diabetes. They always compliment him on his looks, how elegant he is.

They asked him---no, bombarded him with questions.

"What's your skincare routine?"

"What shampo do you use?"

"Do you use make up?"

And the questions goes on and on with no end to it.

Of course he doesn't deny it either. He knows he's beautiful.

But is beauty all that matters?

They say "I love you" they say "I think I'm in love with you." But is all of that true? At first he was flattered but as time goes on, he began to believe their nothing but lies. They love him yes but do they truly love him? Or are they simply obsessed?

It's clear that they only see him as a doll meant to be placed inside a glass case. To admire.

He's not human to them, but a doll.

When he met Argenti, he was simply indifferent to the other's flowery words. They're mere flattery after all. He didn't mean it... not one bit.. Even though he smiles and thanked him for the gifts, flowers, and compliments. He can't help but feel a little... angry.

Who does he think he is? Some doll he could play with? So what? He's going to leave him once he's bored? Is that it!? He's merely an entertainment for him?! When the Knight said those words with a charming smile. Doubt began to cloud his mind. Is he truly sincere?

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He wanted to believe him... he truly wanted to believe him...

But...

"I love you, my dove." The Knight said sweetly as he gave a charming smile.

What a wonderful, loving, and gentle smile... and it was directed to him too... and yet...

"Argenti.." He began slowly as he looks at the other with a stern expression. "Please focus on the mission." He sighed pinching the bridge of his nose as if he's trying to get rid of a growing headache. Unlike the rest of the Knights of Beauty [Name] doesn't do any fighting, instead... he's their navigator.

How should those hooligans know where to go without a navigator? They'll be lost in space! Floating in the endless vast of the universe.

Honestly... it's almost as if he's the only one with a brain amongst their blind worship. Yes he's with the Knights of Beauty... Yes [Name] worships Idrila... but he knew for a fact that their Aeon has fallen... if she is how benevolent as the others claimed it to be.. then wouldn't she be answering their calls then? Answering their worship?

Sometimes he wished he could lend the other Knights his thoughts, and... sometimes he hopes for a savior to come, one that got what it takes to convince everyone. To let them see. They could worship her yes, heck! [Name] still worships her even after he knows the truth! But... to blindly follow her Path? To blindly put your own life in danger? For someone who had longed past?

"You're next destination is close to Penacony so..." He began to brief Argenti on his next "expedition."

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....How could this happen..?

This isn't supposed to happen... HOW IN THE AEONS NAME DID THEY GOT EATEN BY THE GIANT STING!?!? AND HOW DID HE GOT ROPED INTO ALL OF THIS?!

Without much to do... he merely sticks with Mr. Yang and Miss Himeko as [Name] isn't that much of a fighter himself. He applaud Miss Himeko for being able to do so. As a fellow navigator, she earned his respect.

As the crew continue to investigate they soon discovered Juvenile Stings, and Lesser Stings inside the train. At one point, [Name] was caught in the crossfire.

Just his luck, huh..?

Argenti... being the "Knight in shining armor" he is... decided to put it upon himself in treating his lovely navigator.

The two didn't say a word as [Name] let Argenti treat his wounds. The once smooth skin now turned bloody. Looks like he won't be receiving any more compliments after this... and just like that... he'll be left to rot as their "toy" is now damaged and had lost it's appeal..

Then after a long silence, [Name] spoke up in a quiet tone. A question. One that's been plaguing his mind ever since the Knight confessed his love to him. "Argenti... will you still love me... when I'm no longer young and beautiful..?"

At first, Argenti was taken aback by the sudden question as his smile falters but soon, his smile returns to his face. Even more gentle and loving than before. "Of course, there's beauty in everything. The sight of you being old and wrinkly... your hair that had turned white..."

"It's a look that makes you feel the traditional and history. Even if you were covered in mud, or turning into an old and thin appearance..."

"It's not just the outside, but also the inside... you will grow and become more wiser..."

"It's proof of how time makes you even more beautiful."

"Beauty isn't just about the outside.. but also on the inside.."

"There's beauty in all."

[dontmakemeright]

Looked through your blog and... fuck. Wet. So fucking wet in my panties... dripping and like

.... hypothetically speaking, would you maybe be interested in playing with a nice kitty who wants to lean back and be the plaything for once?

And hypothetically that kitty likes licking and scratching and biting but promises he can be a nice good boy who meows real cute, and melts into goo when treated sweetly?

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Hi, sweet little kitten, I'm so glad to hear I made you wet without even playing with you. Imagine how drippy you'll be when I do ~

Oh, don't worry, I can handle a dumb little kitty, there's nothing bad about biting, licking and scratching. Sounds like lots of fun, don't you think? I will make sure you're so good for me.

Can't wait to turn you into a purring little goo in my lap, angel. You just need to text me, alright?

[mrsnancywheeler]

Time for smutty angst! (I have so much anxiety I’m so sorry if I’m bothering you)

‼️CW FOR LIKE HEAVEY DEGRADING AND JUST LIKE HUNGER GAMES ESC STUFF???

Don’t imagine the way Finnicks heart breaks as he’s forced to degrade, to hit, to choke, to pull his sweet girl while all the elite are watching. Don’t imagine all the things he’s forced to say…

“Fucking slut, you like being watched huh? Say hi to all the nice men…”

“Such a crybaby. Cryin’ cause it feels too good, yeah? Being fucked to tears”

“I’ll just leave you here, let these nice men take you. Bet you’d enjoy that, dirty bitch”

“needy whore, can’t get enough cock?”

A part of him breaks at every word. After each session he holds her, whispering praises, trying to undo all his words.

“I love you, Angle. You’re so beautiful…”

“Come here, it’s okay to cry…I’m here…shhh….”

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise. Tomorrow we can stay in bed all day, how does that sound? My sweet girl…”

Yet as much as he tries the words leave imprints on his soul. He can’t decide which is worse though, his hateful words or the way he’s forced to hit, punch, choke, abuse her. Anytime he looks over and sees a bruise, a scratch, a bite, a slash, anything done without the care she deserved he feels like he’s dying inside.

He remembers when he was forced to choke her, the next day he saw bruises on her neck in the shape of his hand. That damn near broke him.

-🌾anon

you're not bothering me at all, i literally get so excited when I see you in my ask box. I love answering all of these and talking about all the nuances of their relationship and the story

but I feel like finnick would spend every moment being so soft and delicate to make up for all of it, like saying she's his pretty girl and doing everything for her, he feels like he needs to endlessly make up for it because of all the terrible things they make him say

"being so loud, what a pathetic whore"

"crying like that just makes me want see more tears"

"don't try and hide you moans, everybody already knows your a needy slut, don't play innocent now"

how's he supposed to say that and know you're gonna lay on the bed wordlessly for at least an hour, staring at the ceiling, after it's all done? how could anyone expect him to say things like that to the sweet girl he moved heaven and hell for so she could stay alive?

when he's being told to choke harder and there's the outprints of his fingerprints on your neck or when he obeyed you and hit harder, leaving nasty bruises on your face, how was he supposed to live with himself? he wondered what the people in the district thought with no idea of what the Capitol was really like and no makeup artists to keep the bruises covered, they probably thought he was the devil incarnate. he probably deserved that, it's how he felt when he had to lay his hands on you like that.

even if you tell him constantly that it's not his fault, that you don't blame him it still makes him hate himself for going along with it. he wants death to embrace him when you lay there after and be softly tries to coax you enough so you'll let him clean you up. because you could spend hours staring at the wall and then there's only a slim amount of time before the mask is back on again. before his sweet girl is once again pretending everything is just fine, trying to protect him.

"it's okay, sweet girl, everyone's gone now. just you and me."

"I didn't mean any of it, you're so perfect, angel, I'm so sorry."

"I love you so much, angel, do you want to take a bath?"

"I can make you tea, sweet girl, and rest your favorite book to you, but you gotta get up. let me take care of you."

his words are so soft and whispered as he gently plays with your hair as if it will make up for all the harsh pulls. it's never less then half an hour, usually an hour, sometimes more of soft coaxing while your fade back into the real world. then he can take care of you

never for long though until you're starting to gain consciousness once again, the mask of bravery sliding back into place

"Finn, don't feel guilty, I know it's not your fault. Could never blame you."

"it'll go away, not as bad as last time."

"do you wanna go sailing when we get back home, take your mind off things?"

and your voice is quaint enough that he knows it's because you feel like it's a necessity to take care of him over yourself, who's still not ready. he knows you'd much rather recover by spending a day with him holding you in bed, but you'll refuse to let him unless you break. unless he softly reminds you that you're allowed too, makes you confront your unsteadiness until you're bawling. and he just wants to protect you because he feels like he's failed at it again and again.

but yeah I'm literally crying rn, this hurts

and disclaimer, I'm not in any way trying to romanticize this issue, I'm exploring the trauma of two fictional characters, my interpretation of finnick based off my series and his sweet girl, who's a character I created. It's fiction, it honestly helps me world build to think of all the small pieces not explicitly mentioned. if it's not for you, just scroll, I don't need to know about it, thank you.

[permitoffice]

what if instead of permit office it was 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 office and everyone got 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂?

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then i would get arrested because that would be. um. hornycraft

[ask-liam-p]

gooood morning ! Did you have a nice sleep :)?

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Yes! Had a interesting dream :]

[the-kr8tor]

Okay I'm coming off anon to announce something. This is 🌾, btw.

The brainrot is real. I saw this wheel charm and immediately screamed "BDAS!" (My sister looked at me like I'd gone mad)

So here. BDAS bracelet for y'all 🤭

THE WAY I GASPED WHEN I SAW IT!!!! OMFG WIWJJSSJJQANJSJWJIQKS

This was literally the face I made

AHHHHHHH THAT IS SO CUTEEEEE!!!!! THE CHARM IS PERFECT 😍😍😍 And the colors you chose are *chef's kiss* (grey for Hobie's eyes? 😉) the little 'bdas' on it made me tear up ngl 🥹

I love it!!! I think I need to bust out my old beads to make my own!

Good job, angel! And thank you so much you have my heart muah 😘❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[bitter-me]

Everything Stays

Jing Yuan | M. Reader

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First of all, I'm sorry that I can't find your request, I don't know what happened. Anyways, welcome to the theater 🌾 anon!

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Everything stays right where you left it... the memories still remains..

The happiness and the sadness, the joyful and the sorrow, the fear and the courage.

Everything stays.... but it still changes...

The sun still rises, the flowers still blossoms, the rain continues to pour, everything stays the same, but the people have changed....

There will come a time where the ones you hold dear will be gone...

But it was worth it right? Despite the pain.. despite the sorrow... it was worth it right? to feel that flicker of warmth and happiness? This is a question [Name] asked himself multiple times. Was it truly worth the pain and suffering? Those times were... the time of his life, and yet...

He was happy. So why? Why must things change? Has destiny played a cruel joke on him?

Sometimes... he thought back on how everything was.. how it had changed... how they used to drink together, how they used to laugh and smile together, how they enjoyed each others company...

How long has it been since he saw Dan Feng actually smile? How long has it been since he saw Jing Liu enjoying wine with Baiheng? How long has it been since he saw Yingxing crafted a sword? How long has it been since he saw Jing Yuan train to become like his master?

Such... such a long time..

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Despite how much time has passed. In little ways, everything stays.

Like the wine.

The wine still tasted the same, even after all of these years.

Jing Yuan.. still smiles so brightly...

"Something on your mind?"

Snapping out of his thoughts, the man look at him for a moment as visions of the past flashes before his eyes. He used to be so young, so small. Look at him now, the General of the Luofu. "It's nothing.."

"Come on now, you know you can tell me."

"....The wine still tasted the same.."

Jing Yuan chuckles at the other's words. "True.." He mumbled under his breath as he took a sip of his own wine.

"You used to beg Yingxing to make you a blade." [Name] continues as he look down at his drink with a somber expression, his reflection shown clearly on the wine. He still looks the same, another thing that has stayed.

"I did."

"You used to cry when Jing Liu scolded you harshly."

"I did."

"You used to meditate with Dang Feng."

"I did."

"Your eyes used to lit up when you listen to Baiheng's stories."

'I did."

"....."

"..."

"Jing Yuan, have you thought of what could have been? When things turned out differently?" He asked, finally looking up to see the man once more. His eyes, pleading. As if there's only one right answer to his question, one that could make or break this whole thing.

Jing Yuan was quiet at first before answering. "I did, but.. the past is in the past.. there's nothing we could do to change it and all we could do is accept it."

"....I see.." Raising his glass he stated. "Then lets make a toast to it... a rite of parting..."

"To High Cloud Hexad."

"To High Cloud Hexad."