#(osiris and javier)

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@rcsplendent | Osiris and Javier, Past Midnight at the Masked Ball

It has been an unusually quiet time in the Wagner's common apartments. The space, once lined with flicks of obnoxious signs and words of haste, could lend itself to the sound of a cricket. The Sultan's approach does exactly what the man intends - it sows dissatisfaction and uncertainty, in the bones of the family. The brother's at arms with one another, the family wrecked in scandal. Fortunately, French Court is a hotbed of scandal. Where one comes, another inevitably follows. Still, within the Wagner's own circle, they do not forget. Least of all Laurie, who barely passed a glance at Javier since that evening at the courtyard. Where else could Javier turn, but to festivities for reprieve? The King of Prussia is out in full force. A picture of the lion-hearted, bon vivant King he is known to be. The mind is a blur, filled with brute punches and sincere smile. A flurry of activity, and several bottles of wine. But through the maroon haze of court, he's brought to sobriety by his own advisor's whispered words. See, he is not all fun, no concern. With his siblings so far in heart, he asks his advisor to keep the guards on their trails. For all of Versailles' grandeur, one could scarcely forget the real danger they were just in.

Every sibling accounted for... Except for Laurie.

There are people and places he turns to, before he lands at the masked-face of Iran's sultan. Bellamy hasn't a clue, beyond suspicion for who he was with. None of his siblings knew - even when pressed. The Bourbon's guards were at a loss, uncertain of when they last saw the youngest of the Wagner's. Indeed, he has no love for Osiris. In his dreams, he is sure to throw his cane into a moat and pour wine over his ego. But he appears to him anyway, with a certainty that if nothing else, he would know his son's whereabouts. "Where is he?" Javier does not come with cool approach, or a wise remark. He merely finds the Sultan, and wastes not a breath in asking the pressing questions. "Where is your son and my brother?"

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closed starter. — javier wagner. @dxncingxnmyown

location: the grand dining room.     time: 8:30pm.

despite his paranoia about their intentions, osiris finds himself grateful for the french royalty's hospitality; he has to admit that french food lives up to its delicious reputation. it wasn't unlike him to take meals in the foyer of his family's apartments, but tonight, his wife and children had insisted on attending the nightly feast with the rest of the palace's guests, and he'd felt obliged to join them. he wished he hadn't — the room far too crowded and too loud to truly enjoy himself or the food. so, decidedly, he hates this. he'd wanted to go home from the moment they left, but now he wants nothing more than to feel the heat of the desert, to stand in the red glow of the iranian sun. 

as it happens, FATE, that fickle thing that's been toying with him for twenty-five years, rears it's ugly fucking head once again, and he spots the KING OF PRUSSIA at the far end of the table, just as he's about to excuse himself and make a beeline for the exit. and — well — typically, he's not the type to engage. in fact, most of the time, he'd rather sit through hours of political niceties as a silent observer than actually do any speaking. but — his conversation with amin a few nights ago comes to mind. the prospect of setting things straight, of formally drawing a line between his family and this foreign one ... it sets his spine alight. he informs his family he'll return shortly, and slowly makes his way over to the other end of the table.

easily sliding into the seat across from the king, he examines the other man's face, eyes narrowed in passive suspicion. scruffy. a bit unkempt. YOUNG. too young to be the father of the princes & princesses, so he must be their eldest brother. interesting. ❝ if i am correct in assuming you might be the ruler of the prussian kingdom, ❞ he begins, his tone contemptuous — he won't afford the other man the respect of knowing who he is immediately. ❝ i believe we may have something important to discuss. ❞ tentatively, he lifts his hand from his lap and extends it over the table. only he could make a handshake look threatening. ❝ osiris qājār. sultan of iran. ❞

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He is a fool, he recognizes quietly, almost foolish when put aside the young Sultan. With every opportunity to be better than who he was before, Javier almost always picks the worst alternative. And now, there's a distance between him and Laurie. A nagging thought, through it all - do I have to lose my brother, too? But he looks upon Amin, and sees the meaning behind his eyes. He is safe, because he was with him. "Thank you." It's all Javier can say, and perhaps if Osiris was present, he would have a different reaction. But in that moment, it mattered not the grief between Iran and Prussia. All that mattered, all that matters, is his brother.

The man's words take the wind out of Javier's rage. His temperament calmed when he sees what he did not before; a sensible young man, that only wished to do right. It is naive, perhaps, to soften as easily as he does. But through his exterior, it is known - Javier is of a soft heart. "No," he nods. "You are not your father." It is a deep compliment, coming from the man who went toe-to-toe with his father. "He is special." Javier adds quietly. "He has this deep heart, that knows of loss and chooses it anyways." Licking his lips, he nods at Amin. "Your devotion to him will not come easy. You realize that, yes? Your father-" And instead of choosing an insult, he lowers his gaze.

"He loves you fiercely, and will never let you go."

❝ i do not think you are a fool, ❞ amin answered, their voice level, calm. they nodded once more. ❝ laurie is safe, ❞ he confirmed, his gaze unwavering as he spoke the truth. they let out a sigh, their head shaking ever so slightly. while they knew that giving this answer would likely lead to worse repercussions for himself, especially once their father found out they were together, more important to them was not wanting javier to worry any longer about laurie. ❝ we split up once we arrived back at the palace. we were not here for anything that had happened. ❞

with his words, they blinked, shaking their head. ❝ no - i ... please. i do not expect nor believe you should forgive my father. his actions were inexcusable. he is a very troubled man, plagued by his past. but do not think i am him. do not hold me accountable for the sins of my father. we are not the same. ❞ their expression softened the slightest bit. ❝ i care deeply for lawrence. i will never let any harm come to them. i swear that on my life. ❞

[javier-djarin]

Son of the Medjai: Chapter 5

Osiris’s Curse: Book 1

The Mummy AU

Ship: Pero Tovar x Aria MacKenzie (OC)

Rating: M

Word Count: 4,594 Words

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Mild Violence

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Gif by @javier-pena​​

Summary: Aria processes the day’s events with some unwanted help. The camp is attacked, and Pero and Aria grow closer.

A/N: With the holidays and new year, I sort of fell out of routine with this story. But I am back with a new chapter! Shout out to @rebelscumlena for being my beta! I honestly don’t want to think of what this story would be like if we hadn’t started working together. Please let me know if you want to be on my taglist and what you think of the fic! If there is a strikethrough in your name, Tumblr wouldn’t let me tag you. Any Translations will always be found at the bottom of every chapter.

Aria sat, staring into the fire with her arms wrapped around her waist. So much had happened in the short time they’d been in Aten, and she nearly admitted that Pero was right: it was a mistake coming here. They had been trapped in the burial chamber for hours before she’d found a hidden latch on the opposite side of the room that released the door. Naturally, everyone was irritated that the solution was so simple; Pero especially so. Now they were free and had discovered the Americans had found their own small treasure. Aria was finally able to sit alone and process the day while Murphy made wagers with the other party and Pero stayed close to make sure he didn’t lose all of their money.

She’d hardly eaten the dinner Murphy had fixed them as she was haunted by the images of Nabil’s body in the hallway. The Americans’ diggers had taken care of it like Pero promised, but she couldn’t stop seeing the movement under his skin after he’d collided with the wall. His screams echoed in her memory, following her out of the chamber. She watched the diggers carry his body far away from the city’s walls. She said a silent prayer for him before attempting to return to her meal.

Once Murphy wandered over to the Americans’ camp with Pero reluctantly joining him, Aria set her plate in the sand next to her. She’d convinced them that she was fine and just wanted time alone. Pero waited a few seconds, watching her gaze into the fire before letting her have a moment’s peace. She offered him a meek smile and a small nod, telling him to go with Murphy. With only the sound of the fire crackling around her, she was able to process on her own. That was, until a figure began approaching her. She knew who it was without having to look up from the flames. “I missed you at dinner,” Beckett said as he sat next to her.

She glanced at him. “We were a little preoccupied,” she replied, offering him a polite smile, “besides, Murphy cooked, and I had to make sure that he didn’t burn down my tent.”

Beckett looked at the plate next to her and chuckled to himself. He gazed at her again, noting the empty stare on her face as she watched the flames flickering in front of them. “I’ve seen that look before,” he added, “when I looked in the mirror after my first time here.”

“I appreciate your empathy,” she coldly replied.

He moved closer to her, his shoulder brushing against hers. “When I was in your shoes, I would have appreciated someone there to let me know I wasn’t alone.”

“I don’t feel alone,” Aria replied, turning her head to look at him, “I asked them to leave me be. I can’t stand it when my brother hovers, especially when he thinks something is bothering me. He thinks I need someone to take care of me every minute of the day.”

Beckett chuckled. “I do enjoy your spirit. Most women back home -”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Please spare me the ‘you’re not like other girls’ line. For starters I’m Scottish, of course I’m not like the British women ‘back home.’ Additionally, you’re insinuating that all other feminine qualities I possess are the things you like least about me, which in fact I find insulting and sexist.”

“Duly noted, Aria,” he conceded, “I do apologize. Let me rephrase. I appreciate that you are not as timid as many of the women I have encountered. I’m someone who respects those that are open with me in conversation and straightforward.”

“It comes from growing up with my brother,” she said, “and practically raising him after my parents died.”

Beckett shifted again so his hand was resting in the sand behind her, and Aria stiffened, turning her attention back to the flames. “My mum was Scottish,” he admitted.

Aria smiled wryly. “Is this where you tell me I remind you of her?”

He returned her grin. “You can see me coming a mile away, can’t you?”

She laughed and shook her head. “You’re not as smooth as you think you are, Mr. Beckett.”

He raised an eyebrow at her with a devilish grin before lightly holding her chin in his hand. He leaned closer to her, and Aria felt panic flow through her veins as she thrust her hand to his chest. It wasn’t enough as he closed the gap between them, kissing her. His tongue toyed with her bottom lip for more, but Aria kept her lips firmly sealed. She leaned away from him, only for him to follow. She pushed hard enough on his chest that she broke them apart, and she could see the lust in his eyes as he gazed down at her with the same grin he’d had only moments before.

***

Pero hated leaving Aria alone at the fire, but he could tell she wanted nothing more than just that. At least he and Murphy weren’t far away, and he could still keep any eye on her should she need anything. Then again, he was starting to come around to the idea that Aria was very capable of handling herself. She was brilliant in the tomb. He could sense her anxiety while they were trapped, but she’d managed to keep a level head while they attempted to find a way out. Of course she was able to find it.

He glanced over at her again, and instantly stiffened when he saw Beckett had joined her at the fire. For a while, he could see that she was holding off his advances, but then he saw him move closer to her - too close. It was when Beckett’s hand grabbed her chin that Pero felt his feet start to move in their direction. But then Beckett was kissing her – Pero saw red as he marched even faster. He made it to the opposite side of the fire just as Aria shoved Beckett away. But it didn’t matter that Aria had pushed the Brit away; Beckett’s triumphant gaze turned to Pero, and the Spainiard was filled with more rage than he thought was possible for a human to feel. Meanwhile, Aria’s eyes darted up to Pero as she noticed his arrival, and she was at a loss for words. Pero ignored her, stepping around the fire to grab Beckett. But all three froze when the sound of gunshots and screams filled the air.

“Aria,” Pero said.

She didn’t need further instructions as she instantly moved to his bag, grabbing a shotgun and ammunition belt out of it for him. “Knife and handgun,” he ordered, and she grabbed one of each for herself.

She clung to his side. “We’ll finish this later, Beckett,” he growled, pulling the shotgun up to his shoulder.

He knew it was a matter of time before the Medjai raided their camp, and he was honestly surprised they waited this long. Beckett immediately took off–typical– as Murphy ran back towards the duo, having seen the advancing raiders at the farthest end of the camp. “What’s going on, Tovar?” he asked.

“Medjai. Arm yourself.”

They were pushing themselves through the camp, killing a few of the diggers on their way through. “Aria, when there’s an opening-”

“I’m not running away,” she replied.

Pero took an annoyed breath and fired his weapon, knocking a rider from his horse. He could hear the Americans firing and yipping. Just like on the boat, they were having a field day with the violence. Burns and Quincy were the most enthusiastic. Pero shepherded Aria over to her brother as he charged into the thick of it, reloading his shotgun before shooting again, and taking out another Medjai. Two riders were headed right for him, as he calmly reloaded. But then one of the riders, Shakir Fahmy, started to deviate towards where Murphy and Aria were clustered together. He took his aim at Shakir, but the other rider was heading his way, swinging a sword at Pero. He dove out of the way, but the rider leapt from his horse to attack. Pero quickly jumped to his feet as he prepared for an attack. He prayed Murphy could hold off Shakir long enough until he could get to them. He blocked the slash with the barrel of his gun before hitting the man in the face with the stock, breaking his nose. He fell to the ground unconscious.

Murphy, surprisingly, was holding his own against Shakir. Aria had managed to hide on the other side of her tent, away from the brutality. Pero sprinted as fast as he could, straight into the side of Shakir. Murphy moved to Aria’s side, forcing her behind him while they fought it out. Shakir had pulled two knives from his robes and readied himself. Pero did the same. Shakir swiped, and Pero blocked. Pero stabbed, and Shakir perried. The wound on his forearm burst open again as he nearly avoided a deeper gash from one of his opponent’s attacks. Finally, Pero had had enough and tackled Shakir into Aria’s tent. They were tangled in the canvas and ropes, but not enough for Shakir to be trapped. He rolled over and pinned Pero to the ground, a knife at his throat. “I told you to leave and never come back,” the man spat through his litham.

Aria panicked and left her brother’s side, running to them as Pero struggled beneath him. “No!” she shrieked. “Please!”

Shakir applied enough pressure to hold Pero in place as he glanced up at Aria, and then it was like he’d seen a ghost. “Laqad eadat!” He quickly backed away from Pero. It was almost as if his men sensed his movements and stopped the battle. They all dropped to their knees, echoing his cry. “Laqad 'atat litunqidhana jmyean.” They echoed him again, placing their foreheads on the ground.

Pero slowly stood, looking between Aria and Shakir. He pulled her to his side, his arm wrapped tight around her waist. “What does he mean you’ve returned?”

“I-I don’t know,” she whispered back, leaning into him.

Shakir bowed low to her. “We were promised you would return one day,” he said, removing the fabric from the lower half of his face. Aria noted that he was a handsome man, his facial hair neatly trimmed around his mouth and jaw. He had small symbols on his face that told Aria they were sacred marks of the Medjai. His dark brown eyes softened when they met hers, and something told her he meant her no harm.

Aria moved to step around Pero, but he wouldn’t allow it. “What do you mean ‘return’?” she asked.

“Forgive me, my lady,” he said, bowing again, “you are Nefertari. Come to pass judgement and destroy the tomb for good.”

She shook her head, forcing herself away from Pero and closer to Shakir. “The Lost Dynasty’s queen? You believe I am her?”

He nodded. “We were promised she would return with Ausar,” his gaze flashed to Pero, “and together they would destroy The Cursed, bringing peace to this land once again. So long as The Cursed’s body remains on this earth, he will plague the city and all those who dare to enter the catacombs.”

She glanced back at Pero, who was standing stiff as a board behind her. “I-I can’t be,” she began, turning her attention back to Shakir.

“Isis has come to find Osiris and defeat Set once and for all,” he added, “it is fate that brought you to us. Destroy the tomb without waking the beast.”

“You must be mistaken,” she softly replied, though she knew deep down this was true. As outlandish as it sounded, this was the only explanation for everything she’d experienced in the last several days. It was something she had yet to wrap her head around, but Pero - no Ausar had called her Nefertari in her vision.

“You travel with,” he paused and glanced at Pero, “one of us.”

“Shakir,” Pero warned.

“One of us that was born to protect you,” he added.

“Pero, what is he saying?” she asked, without taking her eyes off the Medjai.

He sighed and moved closer to Aria. “He thinks I’m Ausar, or I was in a past life.”

She looked between the two men. “You said…”

“It’s insane, Aria,” he breathed, resting his hands on her shoulders. “Reincarnated Egyptian royalty? You can’t honestly say you believe him!”

“We will set a perimeter around your camp. You must destroy the Ouroboros,” Shakir said, signaling his men to leave.

“Wait,” she called after him, “how can you be sure that I am her?”

He turned to her with a smile. “In a far more ancient part of the city is a carving predicting your return.”

She glanced over to Pero, who rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I want to see this carving.”

Shakir moved to join his men. “The entrance can be found on the eastern edge of the city’s limits. You will see the symbol of Osiris above the chamber door.”

“And why do we have to destroy the tomb?” she asked, stepping forward.

“Only the ones he betrayed can destroy him,” he replied.

Aria looked back at Pero and Murphy, who looked just as confused as she did. When she turned back, Shakir and his men were gone. Murphy approached Aria, moving past an annoyed Pero. “Aria,” he muttered, looking in the direction Shakir had gone, “what is he talking about?”

Pero answered for her. “Ausar and Nefertari.”

Murphy glanced at him. “How do you know about them?”

He sighed and crossed his arms, giving Aria a stern glare - almost as if he were asking are you sure you want to tell him? She returned the glare before looking at her brother. “You’re going to think I sound insane,” she sighed.

“More insane than what we just heard?”

She took another deep breath and moved past her brother. “I want to see this carving,” she said to Pero, “it’ll be the only way to convince Murphy that what we’ve seen is real.”

“Aria,” Pero snapped, “I said to let it go.”

She frowned at him and pushed around her brother. “Seriously? I think we are past the point of ignoring what we’ve witnessed since this whole thing started!”

“Will one of you just tell me what is going on?” Murphy asked, desperate for answers.

She spun on him, fire in her eyes. “Shakir only confirmed what I’ve been suspecting since you found that damn key,” she roared, “I’ve heard and seen things, Murph, that have had me thinking I was certifiable. That is, until we met Pero.”

Murphy blinked several times, absorbing the information. “You-you believe that man?”

“I told her several times to let it go. It’ll only bring us more trouble than what it’s worth,” Pero grumbled.

She let out a frustrated growl as she stormed away from them, heading to the east part of town. “Aria!” Murphy called after her. “Aria, don’t go alone!”

“I’m going with one of you, or I’m going alone!” she exclaimed without turning to look at them.

“At least wait until the morning!” Murphy ran after her, standing in her way. “We’ve had a long day. Get some rest and start fresh tomorrow. We will look into what that man said after we have slept.”

“I need answers, Murph,” she pleaded, “I’ve been losing my mind over all of this for days now.”

“What is eight more hours?”

She glanced back at their camp, seeing Pero kneeling as he attempted to right her tent that he had toppled. A breeze flowed through the city streets, almost pushing her back to him; as if fate was happy they had been reunited after millenia apart. Ausar will die, a voice said. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand, and she could tell by the look on Pero’s face that he’d heard it too. Aria’s heart dropped into her stomach. Whether he wanted to believe it or not, Pero was hearing a ghostly voice tell him he would die. He wanted to ignore it, hoping that the voice would be wrong.

Aria felt it first, something beneath the sand shift as it moved towards their campsite. Pero sensed it as well, jumping up and moving away from whatever was coming towards him. He’d seen this before. “Pero!” he’d heard her exclaim.

Sand moved over and around him, pulling him down as the ground loosened beneath him. He stumbled, struggling to get back up. He felt his heart race, but he remained calm. The last time this happened, he’d hardly been buried by the sand. He covered his nose and mouth with his shirt. It lasted for only a few more seconds before everything stopped. When he turned back to see if Aria and Murphy were okay, he saw Nefertari, holding a babe with a group of Medjai surrounding her. She was calling for him. He reached for her before collapsing.

Aria ran forward with Murphy close behind her. She knelt down next to Pero, pulling him into her lap. “Water, Murph,” she ordered, wiping the sand off his face.

“Right,” he said, grabbing a canteen from their sack and running to the well nearby.

She held his head in her hands and lightly ran her thumb up and down his cheek. “Pero,” she whispered, “wake up. Please, wake up.”

She brushed back his hair, shaking the sand loose from it. Murphy returned with the water, and she held it to his lips, pouring a little into his mouth. He drank more, waking up enough to hold the canteen on his own. He sat up slowly and looked around before his eyes landed on her. “Maybe we should look at that mural tomorrow,” he admitted.

Aria stood, helping him up out of the sand. They looked at the area around them, noting the shape that surrounded them: The Ouroboros. Pero swore under his breath. She glanced back up in his eyes, wiping more sand off his face. “What happened?”

He shrugged. “I felt all the air pull from my lungs before everything went dark, but I saw-” he paused, refusing to admit.

She nodded. “I saw it too, except you were surrounded by the shadows, disappearing before my eyes.”

Murphy stared at them in awe. “The two of you can’t be serious,” he muttered.

“We can’t explain it,” she said, without taking her eyes off Pero, “but there’s no way we can both be experiencing the same thing and it not be real.”

Pero moved away from her and grabbed his satchel. “I need to clean up,” he said.

They watched him walk away with his things, no doubt heading to the well to wash. Aria blushed at the thought of him stripping down out in the open, the heat rising in her cheeks and turning them a bright red. She thanked God for the cover of night, so Murphy couldn’t see the obvious signs of her discomfort. She turned back to their destroyed campsite as a distraction, hoping to salvage what she could of her tent.  Pero’s attempt didn’t provide much progress thanks to being pulled down by the sand. She picked up the canvas, noting the damage that had been caused by Pero and Shakir. Sighing, she pulled out her bag and pallett, moving it close to the fire between Murphy’s and Pero’s. Occasionally she glanced in Pero’s direction, hoping he’d be returning soon, growing worried that something else happened.

When several minutes had passed, and they’d finished reestablishing their camp, Pero returned, completely refreshed. Aria and Murphy had found Nabil’s scotch bottle and were two glasses in when he’d claimed a seat next to her, joining them. He drank in silence for the most part, staring into the fire and frequently stealing glances at Aria. The memory of her as Nefertari was permanently etched there, like a veil had been lifted, because she had never looked more beautiful than she did right now with her skin glistening around the fire. He looked at his glass and smiled to himself, wondering if it was the alcohol making him feel this way or making him admit to the feelings he’d tried repressing since first meeting her. He pictured her wrapped in his arms, her mouth on his as they slowly lost themselves in each other, forgetting Nefertari; forgetting Ausar; forgetting Aten. Honestly, since kissing her at the prison, he’d thought of nothing else.

As she and Murphy loosened up and laughed together, he sat in silence. Listening. He would on occasion add to their conversation, but instead he soaked in her laughter. It was when her hand brushed across his after pouring him another drink that he felt his heart skip a beat and he realized he was done for the night. He abandoned the small tin cup in the sand next to him, forcing himself to sober up. It didn’t take long for Murphy to fall asleep. As for Aria? Pero was impressed that she was still sitting up with him, though he had no idea how much she’d drank from the bottle that Murphy now cradled against his chest. He felt her eyes on him, watching him for some unknown reason. “I’m sorry,” she slurred.

He turned to her with an eyebrow raised in confusion. “What for?”

She let out a small hiccup and immediately covered her mouth. She giggled a little before turning serious again. “I’m sorry for Mr. Beckett -”

“Aria,” he stopped her, “you don’t need to apologize.” His head was spinning the longer he looked at her. His eyes drifted down to her lips before they met her eyes again. “He stole that kiss from you, much like I did.”

She leaned in to him. “You didn’t steal that kiss from me,” she grinned, “but I’m sorry that I didn’t try to push him away more.”

He reached up and moved a piece of hair behind her ear. “If he touches you again,” he whispered against her lips, “lo mataré.”

Aria reached up and held his face in her hands. “A promise I know you’ll keep, my fierce protector.”

He gazed at her, hesitant to move closer. "No one will touch you unless you want it."

"And if I want them to, how should I ask?" Aria grinned, biting her bottom lip. That drove him mad as he watched, wanting nothing more than to taste it himself.

"Nothing has ever stopped you from getting what you want," his breathing picked up pace, "just tell me where."

"You?" Her voice suddenly became more sultry.

"Unless you did want that British bastard," he said, giving her a sinful grin that she knew only meant one thing.

"I've had enough of British men," she said, running her thumb across his bottom lip. Aria took the initiative to close the gap between them, giving him a chaste kiss. Pero wanted more, but knew the alcohol flowing between them would allow them to make decisions he knew they’d both regret later. So for the time being, he relished in the feel of her lips on his until she pulled away. He released a breath he didn’t know he was holding as she looked into his eyes with a wide smile. Never had a woman had so much power over him. It was then he knew they were brought together for a reason, that she was meant to be a part of his life. "I-I thought," he could tell she was blushing while she grasped for the right words.

"Were you hoping for fireworks?" He nervously laughed.

She raised an eyebrow at him and grinned. "I was hoping you'd coax me for more than just a peck," she replied, "like you did the first time we kissed."

Desire overcame him as he pulled her in for a more passionate kiss. Without hesitation, he felt her open her mouth for him to deepen his embrace, and soon he was drunk on her taste. The soft moan she released echoed through him, stirring something that desperately needed to remain caged. His hand trailed to cradle the back of her head as their tongues danced across each other, tasting every inch they could. He felt her lean back, pulling him with her. He yearned for her, but kept his craving on a tight leash. This was not the time or the place to ravish her. When her nails started lightly tangling through the curls at the base of his neck, he knew it was time to stop. He pulled away, watching her plump lips part enough to let her catch her breath as she sat up with him; her chest heaving a little as the heat, no doubt, flushed her face. She placed a hand over her chest to calm herself as she bit down on her bottom lip. Her gaze finally met his, as he felt himself leaning back in for more. He stopped. “Good night, Miss MacKenzie,” he breathed.

She was taken aback by his formal address. “Good night, Mr. Tovar,” she replied.

He rolled over onto his pallet, facing away from her and knowing full well that he would not sleep at all tonight. If he did, he would dream of her touch, of the taste he would never get enough of. Shit, he thought, you managed to completely fuck up this job, Tovar. He reached up to rub the bridge of his nose in frustration. Pero knew the second they arrived back in Cairo this romance would be over. He was certain she’d never experienced anything with a man, let alone heartbreak. And he would be damned if he was the one that broke her heart. Stop this before something more happens.

He could hear her rustling around, trying to get comfortable behind him. She would not sleep tonight either, but not so much because of the intimate moment they just shared. Instead, Aria was dwelling on everything that had already happened and things to come. He wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms to make her feel safe, but he knew when they woke up in the morning, Murphy would have his hide. He smiled. He’d love to see Murphy try, even if he’d seen how he’s fought to protect his sister. “Pero,” she murmured softly.

He rolled over to look at her. She was on her side, legs tucked in tight as she rested her head on her arm. She was the picture of endearing. He longed to touch her, envelope her with his body. I can't drink on this job again, he thought, and it's clearly been too long. Indeed, it had been a while since he'd felt a woman's touch, but right now wasn't the time to imagine it.

She cleared her throat and looked at him with wide eyes. “What if we are meant to destroy The Ouroboros, or whatever this mural describes?” she asked, fear flowing from her gaze.

He sighed and gave her a small smirk to comfort her. ���Then, I guess you’re stuck with me a little longer.”

Pero’s heart stopped as a smile crept across her face. Her eyes slowly closed as she replied, “Then I hope Shakir is right,” as she drifted off to sleep. He hoped she would remember everything from tonight, but knew the scotch would wipe her memory the second she opened her eyes in the morning.

Translations

Laqad eadat. - She has returned.

Laqad 'atat litunqidhana jmyean. - She has come to save us all.

Lo mataré. - I’ll kill him.

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[trcubledheretic-a]

Which muses have pets? Tell us their species and names?

Jordan: two dogs - an alaskan malamute wolf hybrid named rouge and a belgian malinois named hades.

Nova: two dogs and a cat - a pomsky named gizmo, a border collie named speedy and a callico named thomas o'malley. Javier: one dog - a purple nosed pitbull named yoel. Ferit: one dog and a horse - a rottweiler named osiris and a mustang named shadow. Kaleb: four dogs - two rottweilers named atlas and zeus and two german shepards named vasiliy and alexi

[gobqro]

Querétaro logra medallas en cierre de taekwondo

Un oro y dos platas consiguieron los taekwondoínes queretanos en el último día de actividades, dentro de la edición 2021 de los Juegos Nacionales CONADE. Paloma García Moctezuma vio acción en la categoría +68 kilogramos y tuvo una gran jornada en Monterrey, Nuevo León, al adjudicarse el primer lugar y sumar de esta forma su cuarto oro consecutivo en Nacionales. “Muy emocionada ya que es mi cuarta medalla consecutiva, yo le agradezco a Dios por dejarme alcanzar este triunfo y muy contenta. Era mi último año, cerré con broche de oro y agradezco a mi entrenador Gessler Viera”, mencionó García Moctezuma.

María Fernanda Monroy, se colgó el metal de plata en los -49 kilogramos. “Creo que se trabajó arduamente para obtener el resultado, tal vez no se ganó oro pero se alcanzó la plata, estoy muy agradecida con mis papás porque siempre me han llevado a mis entrenamientos; también agradecer a mi profesor Ulises Gutiérrez porque siempre está ahí”, dijo la taekwondoín queretana. La otra plata la consiguió Eder Zoe Gómez Trejo, en la categoría -48 kg. El presidente de la Asociación Queretana de la especialidad, Osiris Romero Aviña, precisó que “en todos los estados, en toda la República Mexicana se practica el taekwondo y a muy buen nivel, y esto hace que la competencia sea bastante fuerte; sin embargo, Querétaro está dentro de los primeros lugares”. Agradeció al INDEREQ por el apoyo recibido durante todas el campeonato.

Tiro con arco entró en acción y los atletas queretanos subieron al podio. El seleccionado nacional, Javier Rojas, se adjudicó un oro y dos platas; Carlos Vaca obtuvo dos oros y un bronce, ambos en arco recurvo. Mientras que en arco compuesto Esteban Portillo, Diego Perdomo y Ernesto Barrueta obtuvieron presea de bronce. En cuanto a la disciplina de canotaje, Axel Fernández Olvera logró su segundo oro del certamen en K1 200 metros categoría 16-18 años. Es el segundo oro para el atleta de Jalpan de Serra. En tanto que Hugo Turrubiate y Junípero Ledezma se alzaron con la plata en K2 500m, 14-16 años.

[nasa]

People of OSIRIS-REx

As OSIRIS-REx closes in on its target destination—asteroid Bennu—anticipation is building for the first-ever, close-up glimpse of this small world. It took thousands of people to come this far. Get to know a few members of the team:

1. Carl Hergenrother, Astronomy Working Group Lead & Strategic and Tactical Scientist

Job Location: University of Arizona, Tucson Expertise: Asteroids & Comets Time on mission: Since before there was a mission Age: 45 Hometown: Oakland, New Jersey

“When you’re observing Bennu with a telescope, you see it as a dot. … So when it actually becomes its own little world, it’s really exciting—and almost a little sad. Up until that point, it can be anything. And now, there it is and that’s it.”

2. Heather Roper, Graphic Designer

Job Location: University of Arizona, Tucson Job Title: Graphic Designer Expertise: Visual Communications Time on mission: 5 years Age: 25 Hometown: Tucson, Arizona

“I really like the challenge of visually depicting the science of the mission and getting to show people things that we can’t see.”

3. Jason Dworkin, Project Scientist

Job Location: NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center, Greenbelt, Maryland Expertise: Origin-of-life Chemistry Time on mission: Since before there was a mission Age: 49 Hometown: Houston, Texas

"In 10th grade, I had to do a science fair project for biology class. … I wanted to expand on chemistry experiments from old journal papers; but that could have been dangerous. I got in touch with … a pioneering scientist in origin-of-life research and asked for advice. He was worried that I would accidentally injure myself, so he invited me into his lab . . . that helped set my career.”

4. Sara Balram Knutson, Science Operations Lead Engineer

Job Location: University of Arizona, Tucson Expertise: Aerospace Engineering Time on mission: 6 years Age: 31 Hometown: Vacaville, California

“My dad was in the Air Force, so I grew up being a bit of an airplane nerd. When I was in high school, I really liked math, science, and anything having to do with flight. I looked for a field where I could combine all those interests and I found aerospace engineering.”

5. Nancy Neal Jones, Public Affairs Lead

Job Location: NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center, Greenbelt, Maryland Expertise: Science Communications Time on mission: 7 years Age: 51 Hometown: New York, New York

“We’re going to a pristine asteroid to take a sample to bring to Earth. This means that my children and grandchildren, if they decide to go into the sciences, may have an opportunity analyze the Bennu samples.”

6. Javier Cerna, Communications System Engineer

Job Location: Lockheed Martin Corporation, Littleton, Colorado Expertise: Electrical Engineering Time on mission: Since before there was a mission Age: 37 Hometown: Born in Mexico City, and raised in Los Angeles, and Las Cruces, New Mexico

“One thing we do is evaluate how strong the signal from the spacecraft is—kind of like checking the strength of the WiFi connection. Basically, we’re ensuring that the link from the spacecraft to the ground, and vice versa, stays strong.”

7. Jamie Moore, Contamination Control Engineer

Job Location: Lockheed Martin Corporation, Littleton, Colorado Expertise: Chemistry Time on mission: 5 years Age: 32 Hometown: Apple Valley, Minnesota & Orlando, Florida

“I was there for just about every deployment of the sampling hardware to make sure it was kept clean and to evaluate the tools engineers were using. I even went to Florida with the spacecraft to make sure it stayed clean until launch.”

8. Mike Moreau, Flight Dynamics System Manager

Job Location: NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center, Greenbelt, Maryland; Littleton, Colorado Expertise: Mechanical and aerospace engineering Time on mission: 5 years Age: 47 Hometown: Swanton, Vermont

“I grew up on a dairy farm in Vermont, which is a world away from working for NASA. But I can trace a lot of my success as an engineer and a leader back to things that I learned on my dad’s farm.”

9. Johnna L. McDaniel, Contamination Control Specialist

Job Location: NASA’s Kennedy Space Center, Florida Expertise: Anti-Contamination Cleaning Time on Mission: 4 months Age: 53 Hometown: Cocoa, Florida

“The clothing requirements depend on the payload. With OSIRIS-Rex, we could not wear any items made with nylon. This was because they have amino acid-based polymers in them and would have contaminated the spacecraft. I even had a special bucket for mopping.”

10. Annie Hasten, Senior Financial Analyst

Job Location: Lockheed Martin Corporation, Steamboat Springs, Colorado Expertise: Business Time on Mission: 1.5 years Age: 30 Hometown: Littleton, Colorado

“I think it’s a pleasure to work with people who are so intensely passionate about their jobs. These engineers are doing their dream jobs, so you feed off of that positive energy.”

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[spaceexp]

NASA's first asteroid sample-collector arrives at target, Bennu

Tampa (AFP) Dec 3, 2018 NASA's first-ever mission designed to visit an asteroid and return a sample of its dust back to Earth arrived Monday at its destination, Bennu, two years after launching from Cape Canaveral, Florida. The $800 million unmanned mission, known as OSIRIS-REx, made a rendez-vous with the asteroid at around 12:10 pm (1710 GMT), firing its engines a final time. "We have arrived," said Javier Ce Full article

[drzito]

Las 241 películas que he visto en 2018 (parte 2)

121. El jefe de todo esto  (Lars von Trier, 2006).

122. La muchacha que saltaba a través del tiempo (Mamoru Hosoda, 2006)

123. The devil wears Prada (David Frankel, 2006)

124. À l'intérieur (Julien Maury y Alexandre Bustillo, 2007)

125. Casual day (Max Lemcke, 2007).

126. Concursante (Rodrigo Cortes, 2007)

127. It’s a free world (Ken Loach, 2007)

128. La question humaine (Nicholas Klotz, 2007)

129. Los falsificadores  (Stefan Ruzowitzky, 2007).

130. August (Austin Chick, 2008)

131. Bienvenido a Farewell-Gutmann (Xavi Puebla, 2008)

132. Flash of genius (Marc Abraham, 2008)

133. Gigantes de Valdes (Alejandro Tossenberger, 2008)

134. Slumdog millionaire (Danny Boyle, 2008)

135. Tokyo sonata (Kiyoshi Kurosawa, 2008)

136. Exam (Stuart Hazeldine, 2009)

137. New in town (Jonas Elmer, 2009)

138. Rien de personnel (Mathias Gokalp, 2009)

139. The box (Richard Kelly, 2009)

140. The damned united (Tom Hooper, 2009)

141. The informant! (Steven Soderbergh, 2009)

142. The scam  (Lee Ho-Jae, 2009)

143. Made in Dagenham (Nigel Cole, 2010)

144. Notre jour vindra (Romain Gavras, 2010)

145. También la lluvia (Iciar Bollain, 2010)

146. Wall Street: Money never sleeps (Oliver Stone, 2010)

147. Cinco metros cuadrados (Max Lemcke, 2011)

148. Moneyball (Bennett Miller, 2011)

149. The adjustment bureau (George Nolfi, 2011)

150. A puerta fría (Xavi Puebla, 2012)

151. Arbitrage (Nicholas Jarecki, 2012)

152. Beasts of the Southern wild (Benh Zeitlin, 2012)

153. Le capital (Costa-Gavras, 2012)

154. Promised land (Gus van Sant, 2012)

155. The Lorax (Chris Renaud, 2012).

156. Total recall (Len Wiseman, 2012)

157. Upside down (Juan Solanas, 2012)

158. Il capitale humano (Paolo Virzi, 2013)

159. These final hours (Zak Hilditch, 2013)

160. The internship (Shawn Levy, 2013)

161. The shadow people (Matthew Arnold, 2013)

162. Creep (Patrick Kack-Brice, 2014)

163. Deux jours, une nuit (Jean-Pierre Dardenne y Luc Dardenne, 2014)

164. Draft day (Ivan Reitman, 2014)

165. El futuro (Luis Lopez Carrasco, 2014)

166. Hermosa juventud (Jaime Rosales, 2014)

167. Jack Ryan: Shadow recruit (Kenneth Branagh, 2014)

168. Selma (Ava DuVernay, 2014)

169. Stonehearst asylum (Brad Anderson, 2014)

170. The one I love (Charlie McDowell, 2014)

171. 99 homes (Ramin Bahrani, 2015)

172. Amama (Asier Altuna, 2015).

173. Cerca de tu casa (Eduard Cortes, 2015)

174. Daddy’s home (Sean Anders, 2015)

175. El desconocido (Dani de la Torre, 2015)

176. Eye in the sky (Gavin Hood, 2015)

177. La loi du marche (Stephane Brize, 2015)

178. Techo y comida (Juan Miguel del Castillo, 2015)

179. Ares (Jean-Patrick Benes, 2016)

180. Colossal (Nacho Vigalondo, 2016)

181. Doctor Strange (Scott Derrickson, 2016)

182. Esa sensación (Juan Cavestany, Julian Genisson y Pablo Hernando, 2016)

183. Gold (Stephen Gaghan, 2016)

184. I, Daniel Blake (Ken Loach, 2016).

185. Kubo and the two strings (Travis Knight, 2016)

186. La doncella  (Park Chan-Wook, 2016)

187. La punta del iceberg (David Canovas, 2016)

188. Los del túnel (Pepon Montero, 2016)

189. L’outsider (Christophe Barratier, 2016)

190. Money Monster (Jodie Foster, 2016).

191. Shin Godzilla (Hideaki Anno y Shinji Higuchi, 2016)

192. Split (M. Night Shyamalan, 2016)

193. Teenage mutant nija turtles: Out of the shadows (Dave Green, 2016)

194. The brothers Grimsby (Louis Leterrier, 2016)

195. The founder (John Lee Hancock, 2016)

196. The love witch (Anna Biller, 2016)

197. The Osiris child (Shane Abbess, 2016)

198. The shallows (Jaume Collet-Serra, 2016).

199. The thinning (Michael J. Gallagher, 2016)

200. Toni Erdmann (Maren Ade, 2016)

201. Train to Busan (Yeon Sang-ho, 2016)

202. Zootopia (Byron Howard y Rich Moore, 2016).

203. Atomic blonde (David Leitch, 2017)

204. All the money in the world (Ridley Scott, 2017)

205. Brava (Roser Aguilar, 2017)

206. Corporate (Nicolas Silhol, 2017)

207. Creep 2 ( Patrick Kack-Brice , 2017)

208. Daddy’s home 2 (Sean Anders, 2017)

209. Detroit (Kathryn Bigelow, 2017)

210. Estiu 1993 (Carla Simon, 2017)

211. Fe de etarras (Borja Cobeaga, 2017)

212. I don’t feel at home in this world anymore (Macon Blair, 2017)

213. It comes at night (Trey Edward Shults, 2017)

214. La llamada (Javier Ambrossi y Javier Calvo, 2017).

215. Logan Lucky (Steven Soderbergh, 2017)

216. Numero Une (Tonie Marshall, 2017)

217. Pieles (Eduardo Casanova, 2017).

218. Selfie (Victor Garcia Leon, 2017)

219. The disaster artist (James Franco, 2017)

220. The lost city of Z (James Gray, 2017)

221. The post (Steven Spielberg, 2017)

222. The sacrifice of a sacred deer (Yorgos Lanthimos, 2017)

223. The shape of water (Guillermo del Toro, 2017)

224. Tulip fever (James Chadwick, 2017)

225. Under the shadow (Babak Anvari, 2017)

226. You were never really here (Lynne Ramsay, 2017)

227. Anihilation (Alex Garland, 2018)

228. Ant-man and The Wasp (Peyton Reed, 2018)

230. Avengers: Inifinity War (Anthony y Joe Russo, 2018)

231. Batman: Gotham by gaslight (Sam Liu, 2018)

232. Batman ninja (Junpei Mizusaki, 2018)

233. Black Panther (Ryan Coogler, 2018)

234. Hereditary (Ari Aster, 2018).

235. Hotel Transylvania 3: summer vacation (Genndy Tartakovsky, 2018)

236. Jurassic World: Fallen kingdom (JA BAyona, 2018)

237. Mission Impossible - Fallout (Christopher McQuarrie, 2018).

238. Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (Peter Ramsey, Robert Persichetti Jr. y Rodney Rothman, 2018)

239. Teen titans go! to the movies (Peter Rida Michail y Aaron Horvath, 2018)

240. The incredibles 2 (Brad Bird, 2018)

241. The night comes for us (Timo Tjahjanto, 2018)

[sciencenewsforstudents]

A spacecraft designed to pick up pieces of an asteroid and bring them back to Earth has finally reached its destination. After a two-year journey, NASA’s OSIRIS-REx spacecraft caught up with asteroid Bennu, currently located nearly 130 million kilometers from Earth, on December 3.

“We have arrived!” Javier Cerna, a telecommunications systems engineer with aerospace and defense company Lockheed Martin in Littleton, Colo., announced when the spacecraft signal came through.

At just 500 meters wide, Bennu is the smallest object ever to be “orbited” by a spacecraft. But the asteroid’s slight gravity is too weak to keep OSIRIS-REx in a circular orbit the way a satellite might orbit a planet like Earth. So the spacecraft will perform a series of precision maneuvers to keep up with the asteroid.

“It will really be record-breaking in terms of the precision navigation that we’ve done in space,” said navigation engineer Coralie Adam of KinetX Aerospace, an Arizona-based engineering company.

Over the next 18 months, OSIRIS-REx will map the asteroid with five scientific instruments and pick out the best spot to grab material from one of the oldest objects in the solar system.

Planetary scientists think Bennu is a leftover remnant from the earliest days of the solar system, about 4.5 billion years ago. Remote observations have shown that the asteroid is rich in carbon, a necessary ingredient for life on Earth. Such asteroids could have brought organic molecules to Earth or other planetary bodies, and may hold the key to understanding the origins of life.

[rcsplendent]

Osiris, Javier smash or pass?

" pass. respectfully. i promise it has nothing to do with his character, surprisingly enough. i just do not ... play for that team. "

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[entrepalabrasmx]

El MNT va por diálogo con autoridades porque somos aliados y buscamos equilibrio y equidad para el sector transporte: Ignacio Rodríguez

En su dirigencia por tres años buscará fortalecer aún más el movimiento a nivel nacional

Con la mira puesta en fortalecer la representatividad del Movimiento Nacional Taxista frente a las autoridades a nivel local, estatal y federal, impulsar el crecimiento de la organización a través del acercamiento constante con las representaciones ya establecidas y la incorporación de nuevas agrupaciones de transportistas, Ignacio Rodríguez Mejía fue electo esta mañana como nuevo presidente por el periodo 2021-2024, donde buscará el diálogo firme y directo con los gobernantes para hacerles ver que son aliados y lo mejor que puede pasar a todos es respetar el marco de derecho que le de equilibrio y equidad al sector transportista. Las condiciones en definitiva no son fáciles, son difíciles desde hace algunos años debido a la prestación del servicio fuera de la ley, que nos genera una competencia desleal y ha sido en perjuicio de la familia transportista; “apostamos a que las autoridades entiendan que debe generar marcos regulatorios equilibraos y justos para todos", dijo minutos después de finalizada la asamblea electiva. El Movimiento Nacional Taxista surgió como respuesta a la entrada en el país en 2014 de las empresas de redes de transporte, con el consentimiento de las autoridades, lo que provocó que la caída en los ingresos de los taxistas se redujera hasta 40 por ciento. Los mercados libres se vuelven mercados caóticos, mercados nocivos, y eso no puede pasar, toda actividad económica debe estar regulada para respetar el marco de derecho y en nuestro caso, que le den equilibrio y equidad al sector transportista”, agregó el nuevo dirigente nacional del MNT. Los primeros dirigentes del MNT fueron Erick Ramiro Castillo Alonzo quien fue elegido en 2016 y Bersaín Miranda Borrás en 2019, mientras que Ignacio Rodríguez Mejía, además de ser el presidente de la delegación en la Ciudad de México, fue el vocero a nivel nacional en los dos periodos. EL MNT entra en nueva etapa de desarrollo. Los anteriores presidentes Erick Castillo y Bersaín Miránda Borras hicieron un gran trabajo y lo que vamos a realizar en esta nueva gestión es el fortalecimiento de la organización, y demostrar a través de nuestro vínculo con otras organizaciones que somos un ente de beneficio social, un ente que tiene cosas buenas de la ciudadanía, más allá del ámbito del transporte, expresó Rodríguez Mejía al anunciar que la siguiente semana firmarán un convenio de colaboración con el Consejo de la Comunicación y más adelante con el Consejo Ciudadano de la Ciudad de México. El esfuerzo irá encaminado, agregó el nuevo dirigente, a la incorporación paulatina de la tecnología, adecuada a las necesidades propias del servicio de taxi que brindamos, por lo que haremos el esfuerzo porque el diálogo con las autoridades de frutos; queremos llegar con propuestas bien hechas y bien formuladas, y que las autoridades volteen a ver a este sector y para que nos ayuden en la medida de lo posible a mejorar el servicio que prestamos; al ir de la mano con la autoridad, le conviene a la autoridad, le conviene al sector del taxi y sobre todo a los ciudadanos. La dirigencia, además de Rodríguez Mejía está conformada por los vicepresidentes Ángel Morales Zamorano y José Trinidad Martínez Pasalagua; el secretario de Finanzas, Juan Piña Bernal; el secretario del Trabajo y Conflictos, Heriberto Núñez; el secretario de Actas y Acuerdos, Jesús Javier Vázquez; el secretario de Organización, José Luis Ramírez; el secretario de Enlace Político, Bersaín Miranda Borrás; la secretaria de Comunicación Social, Érika Díaz Flores; el secretario de Desarrollo Social, Aldo Osiris Sotos Rosas. El Comité Ejecutivo Nacional se complementa con varias subsecretarías, comisiones y coordinaciones.

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“Piratas”, 17 de 19 candidatas transgénero en Oaxaca

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De las 19 candidatas con registro de mujeres transgénero, en 17 casos esas personas no forman parte de la comunidad trans o muxe de Oaxaca.

Tras una investigación a cada uno de los candidatos, a través de la solicitud de un procedimiento sancionador ordinario, organizaciones de la Sociedad Civil pidieron al Instituto Electoral y de Participación Ciudadana de Oaxaca (IEEPCO) cancelar las candidaturas y penar a los partidos políticos postulantes por tratar de engañar al órgano electoral.

“La simulación vulnera los principios de buena fe, certeza, legalidad y objetividad”, señalaron en su posicionamiento integrantes de las organizaciones entre las que asistieron Amaranta Gómez Regalado de Binni Laanu, Anabel López Sánchez del Colectivo por la Ciudadanía de las Mujeres, Naomy Romero Méndez de Ladxido Muxe; Eduardo Maximino Raymundo López de la Asamblea Oaxaqueña de la Diversidad Sexual de San Antonino Castillo Velasco, por citar algunas.

Romero Méndez, explicó que se indagó a nivel comunitario e incluso en plataformas como Facebook, si los candidatos tenían antecedentes de autoadscribirse como personas transgénero.

Lo que se encontró es que sólo dos los tenían y en la mayoría de los falsos trans, son personas que viven con esposa e hijos como familia.

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Los registros fueron amparados en el artículo 16 de los lineamientos en materia de Paridad de Género 2018, que establece que “en caso de postulación de personas transgénero, transexuales, intersexuales o muxes, la postulación de la candidatura corresponderá al género al que la persona se autoadscriba y dicha candidatura será tomada en cuanta para el cumplimiento del principio de paridad de género”

  Los candidatos a presidentes municipales identificados en esta acción “fraudulenta” fueron Luis Armando Martínez Morales (Cosolapa), Pedro Osiris Agustín Cruz (San Pedro Ixcatlán), Roberto Ferrer Espinoza (San José Chiltepec), Alejandro Javier García (San Antonino Castillo Velasco), Carlos Ceballos Rueda (Santiago Laollaga) y Alfredo Vicente Ojeda Serrano (San Juan Bautista Lo de Soto), todos por la coalición PAN-PRD-Movimiento Ciudadano.

Por la coalición PRI-PVEM- Nueva Alianza son Carlos Quevedo Fabían (Santa María Tepoxco) y Santos Cruz Martínez (Cuilapam de Guerrero). Además de Yahir Hernández Quiroz ( Chalcatongo de Hidalgo) por nueva alianza y Emmanuel Martínez Palacios (San Juan Cacahuatepec) por el Partido Movimiento Ciudadano.

En la misma condición de engaño se encuentran los siete suplentes Lenin Morales Palma (Cosolapa), Pedro Agustín Pedro (San Pedro Ixcatlán), Carlos Gómez Gregorio (San José Chiltepec), Salvador García Guzmán (San Juan Cacahuatepec), Rodrigo Abdías Córdova (San Antonino Castillo Velasco), Carlos Arturo Betanzos Villalobos ((Santiago Laollaga) y Alejandro Guzmán Liborio (San Juan Bautista Lo de Soto).

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