#Another Eden Curio

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Name: Curio

Class: 5★

Summoner/Duo: No

🎂Birthday🎂: No

Weapon Type: Katana (EX Weapon: Regret)

Current character status: Released

Info (From Another Eden wiki)

He is a young man who wears the white uniform of the IDEA at the IDA School. He has the grace of a butterfly, calmness of a quiet lake, and the sharpness of a razorblade. There is a particular person he respects and has vowed to become like them. Despite his age, others recognize his abilities and he has been given the role of a leader. However, he does tend to get lost in his own curious pursuits.

VC

All for one and one for all. - Shade type slash attack on all enemies (XL) and Inflict Pain (3 turns) and Activate Lunatic on first switch only

Skills/Abilities

Transient Glory - Shade type slash attack on a single enemy (XL) and PWR and INT of all party members +35% (5 turns)

* When in any Attack Type Zone: Sword/Katana/Ax equipped characters' damage +50% (5 turns)

* When in any Elemental Zone: Wind and Shade Type attack of all party members +50% (5 turns)

Ups and Downs - Wind type slash attack on a single enemy x2 (S)

* Increase skill damage and increase number of hits when use consecutively

* x3, 225% / x4, 320% / x5, 420% (4th use onwards)

* Fever/Ultimate Skill Combo gain +20% (x1.2)

* When in Lunatic: Critical Rate for all party members +100% (1 move)

Steadfast Melody - Physical Resistance of all party members +25% (3 turns) and Restore all party members' HP 1000

Thorn Throne - Preemptive Inflict poison on all enemies (Persistent, Ignore target resistance) and inflict Break (persistent or 1 hit)

* Skill available with Regret equipped.

(Passive) Awaken Zone on activating Lunatic - When activating lunatic from basic attack skill also initiate Awaken Zone (2 turns) (once per battle)

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[5/27/2024]

"curiosity and regret"

birthday gift for a friend!

dawn curio was such an underutilized character in the future mythos, i really believe they could've done so much more with him (such as actually showing off the dramatic differences between him and playable curio beyond simply telling us??)

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Curio - Another Eden

[solardick]

I see. Card letter Rr temperance would fallow card letter Xx-rus. Except that in this case card Cc claims captivating.

Take card Xx-rus. The cherub and the toil. Trees are bare. Whats left on the top is out of reach. Everythign else is dead or picked clean. The peaks speak of christmas. And a place of warmth. The cherub. Gardian of the gate to the gardennof eden. In this case. The tops. To be reserved. For cheer and holi. Prob’em issue is here with the person toiling, encumbered. There’s no reservation. All consumption. In this case, as a c’ash, speaks for the cherub to say. “Uh, no.”

But i foond somethign fun too.

Card letter Фф, for at the moment,- ehich originally gave letter F to the emperor. And yes that works.- but here in this case card letter Bb, is being used for the jcuzen set. As images a man behind a table. Card letter Cc as the virgin priestess. With the old letters BcD on it. And card letter Ww the moon card, to all be tied up with card letter Дд, russian Dd.

A curios for the symbols Фф compared the Bb. Purely symbolically speaking of the form.

Im pulling the moon card out completly. Fuck that card. The only thing boiling up to the surface for me is my pecker.

But, guess this feeling is here to stay to remind me hiw they wasted over 25 years of my life. Neglected my childhood to shit and then raped me. Somy entire existance from birth on is nothing but bs by ither people fucken around with my existance. I dont want to be alive anymor w

Sorry i selflessly helped out a member of the opposite sex yesterday. I deserve to feel like i just got fucked up the ass all night.

Im juts going to

Start trashing awomen and fagskets from now on. Like it matters on my karma.

Ive been being treated as trash simce i was born. 40 years later nothings changed. Well it dorsnt seem to have anything yo do with ciggareetes. Might ascwell keep smoking. Ive barely snoked at all in four days. And its wirse now than it has for the last couple weeks. Oh its a mars venus aspects again. Lets give him another dose of dick in ass desease. Instant suicidal idealization. Motovation to boot.

Y’all traininf me like a fuxken dog.

Yay. Another biolent putburst. Rape me sone mote. Its bever been that intense in the morning.

Honna lise my shit one day and go on a killing spree.

I got a few neighbours that need to go. My ebyire family needs to go. The history tracher from highachool neesa to go. And along with have the people ive ever met withholding personall information about me from me with sly cicksuckers smiles. They all need to die too.

Its ok myqyeer side doesnt have any moral barriors. Thats whyni killed it when i was 14. That blond from the billards…. List fgoes on.

But i want to take my sweet time with my father and two ilder brothers. My mother can watch and lise ger sanity. And then ill tell how much i love her.

Hurry up nato get russia to throw a preliminary warning missile to the states. It’ll get shot down but the message would have been made.

Im sick of being alive anyway. All there is in the world is fucken harm to my person. Everywhere ive ever beensince my first memeory. The only

Consistency ive evwr had.

Well, nit so much, they’re doing a miraculous job at ruining my entire existence, my will’s been broken for over 25 years. And all they do is make such it never mends.

This dick and ass desease theyve given me. Is just going to keep me in a self-destructive spiral away from nirvana. Which is just a infantile glowing golden light.

And there s nothing i can do about it. Just dwell on 40 years of sick memories. And people

Laughing at me.

Look at this crap.

The only way this chart makes any sense is the natural system. Or (whole -1=aries) what a load of crap. I dont want this. Send it back.

Keep the fire burning for a long lost hope.

No family, no fun, no growth. Juno and vesta. Before ine walks into pluto. And saturn cutting the bud of any solar acheivement. Wanting peace, calm and goid things. Held back into the shadows of scorpio and orhers peoples bs. Mars goes to the moon for somwthing substantial yet, destructive and intoxicating. Pluto pluing into neptune as the midheaven. Creating his reputation for him.

Jupiter is a sham and doesnt makevany sense other than a large group of people making the decisions. In opposition to nessus. And the poison seeping in from his desperation and misery and reactions from all the chaos and harm to his person. From all the stress.

Any harm done by him. Is emmidiatly fallowed by care and concern. Which is mostly fue to other peoples interference. Even if its disrupting their peace. “ i didn’t want to intrude…” i dont mean to offend” or. I wasn’t aware. Because its slways hardship. They can play nice. But they just quip in that saturn at the end.

Pholus opposition vesta. Hahah. They’ll make you lose the flame everytime. And then things get dark. Anddsly smiles come out from perversion grooves of mildread.

It says. There is no help.

And yet at the end of any connection. A flame is lit. A good deed is made. Before being forced in by external forces by obsessive personalities. It’s the same light he tries to share withanother. Holding their hand watching them die. And moving on. But it is not his power. And the forced changes are never pleasant and nothing good comes out from them. He can still look back at that one “last” lit flame and know that he is still himself.

If thats the power of the hermit. I know him better than anybody.

Seeing how his family is leo/cancer dominant. They run the monopoly as being the source of toxicity. The nessis chariclo whathave you. Stelium on 14 leo. Conjuncts the pluto of his pstents. The mother is uranus in sag. She being a sag. Always home. Always absent beyond her erratic tendencies of violent outbursts. Off away in another faraway land inside her head. Yet gifting him an appreciation for beautiful things. Father is cancer and leo. Alwaysl absent. Never present. Erratic and violent himself. As he was never home. Always off in some far land somewhere fucken his hookers. So they’re both uranus.

Both distant relatives that you dont know very well but, you do know they exist.

….. juno, the asteroid of anothe rof jupiter consorts, signifier of marriage, commitment and pregnancy, conjunct the descendent. Point of paterneships and marriages. In the personal experimece in which it is found to history as his father holding the torch of marriage to a dead relationship. Seeing to his life’s work goes to the support of his memory. Though shat over every other part of it. Same one i carry seems to be. But to personal experience. Theres not much to trust. Cant count on the line up of women set and pressed to dis-stress any positive attachment to. But they all seem to be women in the whole spectrum of age fertility. In the last few years. A woman, with a child, a baby, or a soon to be. The older ones are better. Carry the torch through the rough. See to the necessities.

But, needs or way over there, compassion, temperance as she really is. The virgin priestess. As all new mothers are. All the choas and roughhousing the spyche lead to needs of peace and calm and absence of family and harm not harmony. It was all scorpio shit. The sex becomes flaccid theres too much negative energy being stung out of there that there can be no loving attendance.

They can gift wrap it in rainbows and corrupt the core by letting the victim invite dracula in his home. Kind of hard to be one with nature.

Y is counted as a consonant but plays its part as a vowel. In -ony, as in one, ona, oni, onu, ono, its really only one, with an e, thats starts with a w-y sound. As one may get from Yne. Pronounce Y with ne. If you get when. Then. Thats acceptable too. May call the final judgement card harm and harmony. Man and woman. The eerie part of it is. It has a time. Resolute, it intimidates.

But, all torches aside. Im not going to survive.

And that is him. All bundled together in aries. Everything else outthere. Isnt him.

He’s not going to be alive no more, he’s gonna be dead

Sing with me. Bring some holi into this bs. 🎶he’s not going to be alive no mo-re. He is going to be dead. 🎶

Hurry up ww3 so people can leave me the fuck alone.

🎶dick in ass desease. He‘s gonna be dead.🎶

He‘s not gonna be alive no more. He’s gonna be dead. He’s not gonna be alive anymore. He’s gonna be dead. 🎶 why is he at work? He has nothing to fo but walk around and sing.

All he wants to donis sooth his ass. But its a futile endeavor because its chronic. And he’ll end up doing nothing else but fiddling with his ass every day. Multiple times a day. Not a life worth living

Just a while longer. Ans he can be dead. He’s not surviving this life. He was never foing to. It was alreasy before he was born. He’s a dead man.

All he can do is game. And even that is hoghly conditionign and manipilative of the psyche but its the only thing he can do to forget about suicide.

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It’s your favourite time of day! That’s right, it’s time for another batch of casting announcements!

Jib is an artist and writer that enjoys many curios and trinkets. When he’s not distracted by your keys, he likes digging holes and jumping up and down. Their profile picture is done by the wonderful Nbaffy on Twitter.

Eden is a UX designer from Brighton. She spends her free time gaming, lost in Neverwinter with her dice, or working on digital art. You can find out more about Eden on her website: edensinclair.com

Michael Blundell is always ready to explore a new story, whether by editing written works or attempting to bring them to life. He can also be found in The Scarab Archives.

Lewis Vincent is a humanoid. He enjoys doing human things like eating, drinking, breathing, and life is strange 2.

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still trying to figure out the perfect balance between their story and the actual in-game events

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fryecest: CROOKED HEARTBEAT, pt. X

first time here? start from the beginning

word count - 3.275

total word count - 27.450

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“Mister Frye, you’re… finally awake.” Henry commented with an awkward cough when him and Evie returned to their train hideout after an eventful morning.

“I’m sure he’s had some sleep to catch up on… Since he was too busy to sleep all night.” Evie bit out, not even meeting her brother’s gaze as she motioned Henry to set down the books they went to pick up on their way. The older Assassin merely chuckled softly, unsure of what to say.

Jacob felt like hell, looked like it too. His hair dishevelled, buttons on his shirt half-undone, the jacket he threw onto himself so haphazardly – all indicative of that massive headache pounding behind his eyes.

“Nothing to be ashamed of.” Henry tried to diffuse the tension settling between them with a polite tone and another awkward laugh.

“That’s highly debatable.”

Her words seemed to bounce around the wagon, rising the temperature and seemingly sucking all the air out of that confined space.

Jacob stayed silent, his hands remained dropped to his sides. His gaze stayed fixated on Evie as he studied every little movement she made, ignoring Henry’s words and trying to piece together the puzzle that was his sister, who, pointedly, avoided meeting his wandering eyes.

“Yes, well…” Henry coughed, eyes averting to their paper findings.

“Beautiful train you've got here. Ms. MacBean was just telling me all about her. Name's Ned.” The newly arrival’s attire screamed business, from the hat atop his head, to his neatly tucked in tie, all the way down to his neatly polished shoes – he was the perfect comical opposite of Jacob at that moment in time.

Henry offered a warm smile, shook the gentleman’s hand and accepted his business card, Ned offered his allyship to the Assassins before he disappeared off the train, just as quickly as he appeared.

“Who was that?” Evie inquired, only to be met with Henry’s just as confused shrug.

“Oh, you mean... you don't know?” Jacob bit out, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Jacob, don’t.” A threat said through her teeth, Evie clearly wasn’t in the mood. “Let us return to locating the Piece of Eden.” The change in tone, the softness of her voice when she addressed anyone but him was not lost on Jacob and he closed his eyes, tried to collect his thoughts behind the pounding beneath his temples.

A sharp inhale, exhale. “Don’t what?”

Evie chose to ignore. “We need to reclaim London from Starrick. Your flirting is getting us nowhere.”

It was safe to assume Mister Green’s cheeks lit up a bright red, as Evie finally swivelled towards her brother, at last looking him in the eye. “We’re searching for an important artefact.” She said through her teeth, trying to remain calm and collected.

“I didn't come to London to hunt curios!” He spat, finger accusatorily pointed at Henry, the thorn seemingly forever in his side when it came to his beloved sister. Jacob was sure, were it not for Henry pushing the incessant fantasy of finding her arcane artefacts on her, she would have been spending more of her time with him. Perhaps she would have dropped the fruitless quest all together by now, were it not for his never-ending stories.

No, Jacob never believed it, perhaps never would either.

“’First understand the dance, only then become the dancer.’?” She quoted pointedly, the impatience, the petulance, the recklessness their Father always warned him to reign in, “Oh? So you're taking over where Father left off?” he seethed at her words, her attitude ever nagging on his nerves.

“Someone has to.” The perfect little Assassin, always Father’s favourite, the goody-two-shoes, Evie could never do anything wrong. “And I’m guessing that someone is you?” He spat. “Who else?”

He snapped, unruffled his arms, closed the distance between them, “Of course, everything is always about you. You, and always you, and your fucking Piece of Eden.”, Jacob choked, his brows furrowed, he felt mad.

And she was too, just as much as him, as he provoked, her hand raised-

In a snap her wrist was caught in his hand, the other curling into a ball next to her hip. "Careful. Wouldn't want to give me a new bruise. The last one just healed." He mused.

“I’m just going to… Excuse myself…”

Henry’s presence an afterthought, Jacob pressed, leaned towards her. “Do not quote Father at me.” He seethed, the pounding in his head reaching a painful peak, “You could benefit from Father’s teachings. Look at how you’re behaving.” She spat back, eyes on his, unwavering.

“How far are you going to push this?”

Eyes glossed over, she pulled her hand out of his tight grasp, palms against his chest, she pushed him away with all the force she could muster. “Ask that question yourself.”

She breathed, exhaled, swallowed, chin held high, she stared him down, searched his eyes, before she turned around and ran off the train, into the crowd, welcoming the cold breeze, the gentle trickle of rain on her feverish cheeks as she ran, ran wherever her legs took her, as far away from Jacob she could get.

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If judged by his drowsiness, a new bruise and a busted lip on his face accompanied by an annoyed scowl, one'd guess Jacob spent the night outside yet again, gambling, drinking, and punching. The warmth and shelter their hideout provided was truly the one and only reason he was at that moment willingly standing in that confined space. Well, that and the fact he was perhaps kicked out of his new favourite Whitechapel pub and couldn't escape anywhere else without the possibility of him freezing to death. Not that he’d admit that out loud.

He felt entrapped in the small space that was the main train wagon, enduring having to listen to Henry's weak attempt at being flirtatious and stealing glances at his little sister while her cheeks flushed in response was merely icing on the cake that was Jacob Frye's infamous bad temper.

Evie on the other hand, relished in the warmth like it was an invisible embrace, saving her from all that wished her harm. She felt comfortable whilst listening to Henry speaking about the clue about Lucy Thorne's Piece of Eden that she found in the stolen book. The passion in his voice drew her in, his extreme eagerness of finding the artefact in question a welcoming contrast to that of her brother who didn't fall short of reminding her how stupid she seemed in his eyes for giving such things even an ounce of her attention.

Jacob's eyes lingered on his sister's small form, he couldn't help but let his eyes roam across her body, daring to let his fantasies drown out all the noise around him. The feel of her in his arms, lips on his, forever and always, his to have and he hers-

Unfortunately, reality wasn’t as fond of reciprocating his indulgences, no matter how dearly he might wish for them to be true.

His hands balled into fists, the dull pain from all the punches he'd thrown in the previous night a welcoming numbness to the buzzing of his thoughts.

"You may have not found a Piece of Eden - but this material is invaluable." The first words the younger twin managed to catch since he arrived back on the train were that of Henry's, eagerness and anticipation at his discovery clear in his voice as his eyes scanned the paper underneath his fingers. Evie listened attentively, her brows furrowed as she failed to piece together the meaning behind Henry's words.

"Look! It says that London Assassins had found a Shroud..." He continued, his voice getting lost along the lines as he himself read the written discovery over and over again in his mind as if to remind himself it is actually true. "'The Shroud of Eden is supposed to heal even the gravest injury.' If the Assassins had found something like this surely Father would have known."

Evie's eyes scanned the pages as well, reading the discovery aloud instead of Henry as he remained baffled by what they had found and couldn't mutter a word. Her melodic voice bolted Jacob awake, made his skin crawl with some form of unreachable excitement. He perked up, listening intently to what the pair seemed to be planning, yet still remained at distance.

"There must be something we're missing…" Henry's input quietly filled the room as he, deep in thought, rushed to one of the tables and started shuffling through the papers on it. Eager, Evie wanted to follow, see exactly what the older Assassin meant and help with the knowledge she had, after all these years wanting to finally put it to good use. She had never been this close – this close to such a monumental discovery sure to be respected by the Brotherhood, yet all she could think of was how close she was to proving Jacob wrong. That her Piece of Eden was real. And just as important as she deemed it be.

“Is there anything for me to do? Or do I just leave you to your flirting?”

Evie rolled her eyes, there was that word again, his never-ceasing childishness, that she chose to ignore time and time again, turned back to Henry who, much to her surprise, turned away from her in search of something else.

“Actually…” He coughed. “This might be of interest to you.” Henry outstretched a hand, a rough sketch which Jacob hastily pulled from his hand upon crossing the room with chipped steps.

“Soothing Syrup?” He questioned upon studying the piece of paper. “Yes…” Henry turned his attention to Jacob, tucking flyaway strands of hair behind his ears. “The Soothing Syrup has become the only medicine available in Lambeth. It bears the Templar Grand Master’s name.”

Jacob cocked an eyebrow. “I believe it’s something worth investigating.” Henry continued. “About time for a visit to the doctor then.” Jacob offered one of his arrogant smirks, before he disappeared to his bedroom without another word.

Evie rolled her eyes, with an apologetic side glance, a hand on Henry’s shoulder, she tentatively trailed after her brother.

“Can you drop your comments?” Hand pressed on the door to his bedroom, she prevented him from shutting the door in her face. “You’re making Henry uncomfortable.”

“You two are making me uncomfortable.” He barked, back turned to her. “Well, you’re making me uncomfortable.”

“Do tell.”

“What were you thinking, bringing another woman here, Jacob?”

Stepped in, Evie slammed his bedroom door behind her, trying to keep her tone calm as not to alert others of their conversation – another? – though her voice broke at his name. He scoffed, turned to face her, leaning backwards onto his table like he had no care in the world. “I can barely sleep every night you’re not here, I’m scared for your life, and…”

“And what?”

“And when you’re finally here, you’re bringing random women into your bed! Fuck, I changed those sheets for you! How many have been in there?”

He challenged with a raised eyebrow, for her to continue, as if he were amused by her words, as if he were laughing at her as she shrunk under his gaze. “Why, sister dear, would you care?” He laughed, a clearly disingenuous bark of false amusement.

“Can you please start behaving, at least when Henry’s around?” She tried to swivel the topic backwards, squirming uncomfortably at their abhorrent conversation.

“Why? Am I cock blocking you?”

“God, shut up!” She snapped, arms thrown in the air. “Even if you were, that is none of your business!”

“Oh?” He stood up, strode over, brows furrowed, he balled his fists. “But mine is yours?”

Her lips parted, though Evie was unable to form the words, her mind drawing a blank, she felt heat rising in her cheeks. “It is when-“

“When, what?” Said through his teeth, it was as though anger mixed with cruel amusement coloured his features, his scowl so cold, so unfamiliar, it made her crumble into herself.

“Are you jealous?”

Choked on her own spit, Evie backed away, away from him, until her back hit the door. Her heart thundered inside her chest, “I am not jealous.”, a mumble, a whisper, as Jacob’s eyes bore into her relentlessly, his jaw clenched. “I am not! I just want my old brother back, okay?”

“And what does that mean? Hm?” He marched over. “What does that mean, Evie?” His palm punched the door next to her head, the wood creaking under his force. “Why are you so cold?” She choked, whispered.

“There is no old Jacob! This is me and this is how I’ve always been. It’s how our relationship has always been and you’re the one in denial and you know it!”

“Don’t project-“

“I admitted it to myself, question is-“ He leaned down, hand cupping her chin, he forced her to look at him. “-can you? Are you denying my feelings or are you denying yours?”

She slapped him, as hard as her muscles gave, caught him by surprise and he couldn’t stop her, not this time around.

Evie left without another word. It became apparent to her, the more she’d keep pushing, the further down the hole he would take them, and Jacob was, at that point, perhaps too far gone. An immovable force, his mind was clearly made. And Evie wasn’t sure it could be changed anymore.

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It’s been the fourth time the Big Ben had announced the arrival of noon, since Jacob last spoke to his beloved sister, not that he counted, of course. It seemed to be an endless cycle of fighting and avoiding, as if they were stuck in a never-ending loop, repeating the same actions day in and day out. Perhaps, this was a type of issue none of them knew how to resolve. Though, both of them knew how to be stubborn and hold a grudge. If only had they not been so interested in always pointing out each other’s differences, perhaps they might have noticed they were one and the same. Merely different sides of the same coin.

The younger of the two had been spending his last few days with his nose buried in stacks of paper, locked away in his room for hours on end, studying the strategies and making plans for the Rooks’ next plan of attack, meticulously going over every possible outcome, every possible thing that could go wrong, so that his plans would prove fruitful in the end. He wanted to prove it to himself and to her, that he could be a competent leader. If he was to fulfil his plan of one day murdering Starrick and ending his gruesome reign over London, he needed to keep a level head, think about what he was doing and tread carefully. The only thing on his mind were his Templar targets and becoming a Master Assassin. He couldn’t afford to falter to the thoughts brimming in his subconscious, lest he might just end up exploding.

“It’s becoming concerning how used I am to seeing you sulk around Babylon Alley.” A young girl’s voice broke his train of thought. Despite his disdain towards children, the person he seemed to have been talking to the most these past few days had been no other than the little urchin, Clara O’Dea. Perhaps the striking similarity between her and his memory of Evie when they were that age gave him a sort of comfort of the old days’ nostalgia. Especially the way her hair was woven into two little pigtail braids, the way Evie’d ask him day after day to braid her hair for her, even though he had no idea how and it would always end up being a mess.

“Hmpf.” He grunted, slumped on the ground, leaning onto the wall behind him. He raised the bottle of bourbon he managed to swipe from the latest pub he paid a visit to, as if to say ‘cheers’ to the girl swaying on her feet before him and downed whatever was left of the bottle.

“Heard your train is getting a bit of a makeover.” She commented, trying to break the silence, but Jacob merely ignored her remark.

“You clearly know everything, don’t you?” He scoffed sardonically.

“And you clearly don’t know anything.” She retaliated, crossing her arms.

The little girl matched Evie in her wit too, he smiled to himself. He couldn’t help but feel pleased to have such an unusual friend keeping him company.

The Templar control in the borough of Whitechapel was slowly diminishing, day by day. With Kaylock six feet under and their growing number of allies, the influence of Starrick in East End of London was slowly weakening. Instead of red coats, you’d now be seeing green coats everywhere, protecting the weak and opposing the evil. Though the twins were already thinking ahead, carefully setting foot in other areas of London, showing no signs of stopping.

Evie had been spending her last few days taking out her frustration with her brother by asking the Rooks to assist her in combat training, even though her fighting prowess usually still outmatched her green-clothed peers.

She kept herself busy, from going all the way back to the City of London by herself, in vain hope of finding the rest of what was hiding in that chest, to spending time with Agnes, her sister and her daughter as they came to aid in the train renovations. She was also spending more time with Henry, letting his flirtatious behaviour and gentle touches distract her from her disorderly brother.

Anything she did really, was to distract herself, so she could think about anything but their last fight. Because in truth, the last thing Evie Frye wanted to do was prove her brother right and give him a reason to believe his feelings for her were justified, returned, even. She was sure his last comment was uncalled for and untrue. And if he wanted to sulk around and ignore her until she admitted such a distasteful falsehood, then she wouldn’t speak to him either, no matter how much she wanted to.

“Ah, Miss Frye! You’re a sight for sore eyes.” Evie gave a smile to the man before her, a certain lightness to her step. She was in a good mood and she found Henry’s friend Alexander good company to keep when she was feeling lonely. “Thank you again for helping me set up those fuses. I’ve already been receiving successful messages through my phonetic telegraph.”

Occupying her time with anything but her thoughts seemed like a safe bet for Evie and as she got to know Henry, so did she the many people he knew around London – one of which was one Henry proclaimed an inventor and technical expert, Alexander Graham Bell.

“So you’ve not given the name ‘telephone’ any thought then?” Evie chuckled, circling behind the counter of Alexander’s shop to look at his notes.

An intelligent, polite and welcoming young man, Aleck, in his passionate pursuit of free speech and impartial telling of the news, proved to be another useful ally to keep on their side and Evie was eager to lend her hand for anything he needed. Any enemy of Starrick’s was a friend of theirs.

Kaylock’s broken pistol turned out to be a broken rope launcher and Alexander was happy to help, procuring a practical use of getting around for the young Assassins intending to stay out of enemy sight, and in turn for his selfless helping hand, she offered Aleck her help were he in need of anything himself in the future.

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credit: meeting ned & more about alexander, dialogue from this scene, mention of train renovations

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read pt. XI here

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|| this fanfiction was written by me. you can also read it here, if you prefer. ||

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Wind chimes and wildflowers

Part 1 - The ruin in the clearing: Preface Part 2 - Whispers in darkness Part 3 - Käsdorf and Wulvosburg Part 4 - Secrets behind stone walls

--- Part 5. The early morning breeze was cool and wet. Dew had collected throughout the night on every rock and tree in the forest. Insects and small things drank their fill, buzzing and scurrying and given sound to the forest. Here was a swathe of nature. A place of nature untouched by either axes and scythes, or the trundling carts or shod hooves of the main roads that cut through the wilderness. Only the natural paths trodden by animals crisscrossed the thicket here, with only the occasional intrusion of human foot traffic.

Human footsteps fell lightly but clumsily upon the undergrowth now, as Ottiline waded through the copse, keeping a keen eye out for nettles and hogsbane as her great-aunt Agnise had warned her. The former would cause an irritating stinging, but the latter would cause rashes and blisters if disregarded. Her hair, too, was covered by a faded red kerchief, to prevent getting caught in any brambles in the deep of the woods. Another of her great-aunt’s suggestions.

She kept glancing upward. The canopy was too thick in most places to see the light of the sun, but every once and awhile she caught a glimpse as to the direction of the shadows, and redirected her course accordingly, heading due south. Ottiline had left early in the morning, not only to avoid the busywork chores her uncle daily thrust upon her, but also to be able to use the sun as her guide.

That was, of course, to say nothing of the most pressing reason she had decided to make this trek at all—to say nothing of the demon.

As she walked her mind wandered, and she thought of what she had seen just a few nights prior. There hadn’t been any candlelight out in the street that night, but under the light of the full moon, she knew what she had seen. A towering form, hovering about a foot about the ground. As it had approached she caught sight of an awful amalgamation of black beaks, feathers, and talons, constantly shifting across the creature, like some shadowy whirlpool of ephemeral appendages. Then, for the briefest moment as it lunged, a pale face inlaid with piercing red eyes.

The specter had haunted her nightmares for the past few evenings, but each time she had woken up in the cot beside her nephew, safe and secure in the home of her uncle. From that vantage, it seemed possible that the whole encounter had only been in her imagination. But she knew it could not have been. Her arm still bore the bruise from when it had tackled her. It had really been there, ready to tear her to shreds.

But why hadn’t it? She had no answer. She hoped this journey might provide answers. The hair on her arms prickled as stray drops of condensation clung to her. She shivered, both out of remembrance of demon, as well as the chill air around her. She thought, perhaps, she should have worn an extra layer of clothing, but she had come too far to turn back now. At least, until she had found what she was looking for. She continued her trek through the woods, with keen eyes scanning the brush for something specific.

Then, she saw it.

A simple wooden wind chime hung at about eye-level from an old oak tree. An object crafted by human hands, and a sign she as traveling in the right direction. She pushed her way through the brush over to the chime, which sung a soft hollow clamor as it swung amidst the swaying branches: one with nature.

It was covered in strange symbols that Ottiline could not read, not even when she recalled the various reading lessons she had received as a child. These were not recognizable as any language commonly taught in the city, of that she was certain. She reached out to touch the chime, muting its soft sounds for a moment to examine it more closely, mesmerized by its mystery. On the tree itself she saw a simple arrow was carved into the bark, and so she walked in that direction, with purpose, and soon passed by various other curios hanging from branches around her.

Some of these objects were made of pottery, some crafted specifically for the purpose, others cobbled together from broken pieces of old glass and twine or strips of fabric, fluttering. Some of them were clearly wind chimes, while others just seemed to catch light in just the right way, producing intricate displays of color upon the ground below. Others were made of just one polished stone, or a collection of wood, dried herbs and naked animal bones. These ones swung and made no sound at all, almost ominous in their silence, even in the daylight. Each had different symbols etched in them. Each one more mysterious than the last.

By the time she arrived in a clearing, the sun was peaking higher in the sky. The canopy opened up above her to allow ample light in the small meadow. Flowers of every color and small plants of various types grew here, clearly brought here from throughout the wilderness and cultivated for a purpose. Off to the side, a hillock rose, to about the height of a man, descending into the forest. It was unclear if this was originally a natural formation, but at some point a dwelling had been carved out of the earth. A small door and window peeked out of the side of the mound, but even these were covered in moss and ivy. A few young trees and bushes grew up from the natural roof of this dwelling, making it seem even more like part of the landscape. These trees too, of course, were adorned with wind chimes.

A small fire burned at the center of the clearing, and above it a small cauldron simmered, tended to by a stout older woman with hair color of amber, or apples. She looked to Ottiline, her expression showing no surprise at all at the sight of her visitor. She nodded and smiled slightly, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes creasing slightly, and she bid for Ottiline to approach with a gesture of her hand. 

Ottiline smiled nervously in return. She exhaled and drew in a deep breath as she realized she had been holding her breath in anticipation of how the woman might act upon seeing her. She had arrived unannounced, after all.

The woman continued to stir whatever was simmering over the fire as Ottiline approached her.

“It’s just as beautiful as before.” Ottiline said softly as she approached with awe. She did not know what compelled her to speak in such a hushed tone, but did not resist the urge. “I came here as a girl. Do you remember?”

“Of course I remember you.” The old woman smiled. “You’re Agnise’s kin, her grand-niece from Cologne. She brought you here as a girl.”

Ottiline nodded. “And you’re Genovefa. It’s an honor to meet you again.” 

The old woman smiled easily but scoffed softly, as though this place did not understand honor. She moved from the cauldron, from which the smell of anise and other spices wafted, and beckoned for Ottiline to follow her to a patch of green herbs.

Ottiline followed and watched in silence as Genovefa harvested some herbs into a basket. She wanted to ask what those herbs were, or what was in the pot simmering at the fire, but she could not seem to find her voice.

“Speak freely, child. Do not think I do not want to hear it.” Genovefa said after a long moment. She looked to Ottiline and smiled. 

“I live in Kasdorf now.” Ottiline stammered. “With my uncle.” Small talk was not why she had come here, but she did not know where else to start.

“Yes, I know.” Genovefa’s smile faded and she turned away to continue harvesting herbs. “My condolences about what happened in the city. But I am glad you’re here. I do not often get visitors anymore.” 

“I don’t see why not.” Ottiline said, refusing to linger on the subject of Cologne. “It’s a little out of the way. I guess there’s not a road, but it’s so beautiful here. Like a little Eden.”

Genovefa nodded but made no reply. Ottiline felt a bit of embarrassment rise into her cheeks at her own ramblings, but decided to continue and get to the point.

“I... I’ve been having nightmares. Sleepwalking. Aunt Agnise said you might be able to help me with my troubles.” That was not exactly how the conversation had gone, but Ottiline felt too embarrassed to tell this near-stranger she had begged her aunt for the relevant information.

“Oh of course child!” Genovefa took her basket up in her hand and turned to Ottiline, grasping her hand gently. “Are these dreams about Cologne?”

“No—not about Cologne.”

Genovefa’s expression changed slightly, her brow furrowed slightly. She looked up into Ottiline’s eyes, seemingly searching for something. “Come inside, dear. I’ll get you something to drink.” 

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Blades, Trains, Assassins, Thieves pt 10

SFW

Word count:3148

Characters: Jacob Frye x reader, Evie Frye

Tagging @geekgoddess813​ @sweet-flash​ @swiggle-muffin​ @thank-god-its-fryeday​

You woke up with a start when you felt something heavy drop down beside you on the sofa, looking around quickly to see Jacob grinning at you.

“Did you know that you snore? I heard you even through the noise of the train.”

Rubbing your eyes and yawning, you slapped him on the leg when he poked you in your side and started laughing at you.

“I do not snore, I know I don’t. You do however. What time is it?”

“A bit before ten, still early.”

Snuggling down into his chest when he wrapped his arm around you, you tried to stifle another yawn, wondering what he meant by ‘still early’.

“Mmmm, you’re comfortable. Oh, I met one of your admirers earlier.”

“Really? You’ll have to be a bit more specific, I have lots of them.”

Looking up and scowling at him when you could feel his chest vibrating with the chuckle he was trying to suppress, you yelped when he slid his cold hands under your arms and pulled you to straddling on top of him, his hands rubbing down your thighs suggestively.

“Well this one was Mary, one of your Rooks. She seemed quite infatuated with you.”

“Mary? Yeah I know her, what did she say?”

Seeing the cheeky glint in his eye, you decided to play along with his little game, trying to ignore that his thumb was now circling closer to in between your legs.

“Well. Firstly she said you were rediculously attractive…”

Jacob raised his eyebrow as you brought your hand up and plucked open the top button of his shirt, grazing your nails over the newly exposed skin that made him shudder.

“Well, that’s true. What else?”

“And you were strong….”

Grinding your hips hard against him and pulling open another button, you leaned forwards and trailed little pecks across his jawline, smiling as his grip tightened on your legs.

“And charming…..” you whispered, your voice low and dripping with desire.

“Also true.”

Sitting back slightly to see that he was seconds away from ripping off your clothes and taking you right there, given the look on his face, you moved in to kiss him, but instead grabbed the front of his hat and yanked it down, covering his eyes and giggling to yourself.

“And a bloody smug bastard!”

Jumping up quickly when his hands moved from your legs so he could pull up his hat, your mouth dropped and you took a step back when he looked up at you with the most devious grin.

“Why you little…. Im gonna get you for that.”

Squealing when he lept up from the sofa and wrapped his arms around your waist before you even had a chance to move, you laughed and tried to wiggle free when his mouth descended on your neck, biting and sucking that was sure to leave a string of bruises.

“Ahem. Sorry to break this up, but we have work to do. You two really should think about getting a room.”

Jacob let out an exasperated sigh and mumbled something against your shoulder when you turned your now flustered head to face Evie, who was busy hiding her gaze in paperwork strewn across the desk. Attempting to move away when his hands loosened around your waist, your eyebrows raised when he turned you around and pulled your back up firmly agaist his chest, suddenly realising why he kept you there when he pushed the hard bulge in his trousers up against your leg.

“What’s than then Evie? Another exciting night in trying to get a lead on that curio?”

You pursed your lips so you wouldn’t laugh when Evie glared at Jacob, noticing she was in a particularly foul mood.

“Just on my way out actually dear brother. Lucy Thorne is expecting a shipment tonight, and I’m almost certain that it contains a piece of Eden that Sir David Brewster mentioned.”

Glancing over a document that Evie gave to you to pass to Jacob, you recognised the portrait of the woman immediately, remembering that Henry had said that she was extremely dangerous.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“You aren’t an assassin (name), do you believe you’re up for the task?”

Looking at the picture again, you nodded and handed her back the sheet, resolving to prove that you were more than just a thief, who was currently leeching a place to stay off of her.

“Come on Evie, another pair of eyes would be useful, and it sounds like fun.”

“Fine. Just promise me you’ll stick to the mission.”

Jacob, finally able to step back from you, grinned at his sibling and trailed his finger over his chest in the shape of a cross.

“I swear.”

He held you back as you went to jump off the train, smirking against your cheek and trailing his fingers down your sides.

“Don’t you think for one second that you’ve gotten away with this, I’m still going to get you back. And by the way, I have absolutely no idea who Mary is.”

Grabbing his arm and pulling him down the carriage before Evie started yelling, you turned to face him for a moment and gave him a sly wink.

“I know.”

Perching yourself on the roof of the factory next to Evie, your eyes widened when you saw at least two dozen blighters and Templars down below, guarding a cart that was being loaded up with a large crate.

“Whatever Thorne’s after, its in that chest.”

“There are gunmen on the roof.” Jacob grumbled as he crouched down next to you, making his boredom more than apparent.

“Think you can dispose of them before I get to the cart?”

You raised your eyebrows at his jaded attitude as he jumped up and sniggered at Evie, fiddling with his bracer for a second before getting ready to jump off the roof.

“I was hoping for a challenge.”

Watching him shoot out his grappling hook and traverse to where the first sniper was, you turned to Evie and waited for instructions, who was staring out into the yard attentively.

“You can go down to the right (name), and eliminate the three solitary guards before they can alert anyone else.”

The panic stricken look on your face must have been apparent as she frowned at you for a moment, then shook her head as she sighed.

“Look, if it’s too much for you to handle…”

“No!” You blurted out, cutting her off mid sentence, more determined now than ever to prove your worth.

“I can do it, you can trust me.”

Descending down the side of the building when she nodded at you, you quickly ran behind a stack of containers, knowing that time was not on your side. Peeking around the corner and spotting the first watchman, you took a deep breath to try and slow your furiously beating heart and pulled out your dagger, creeping as quietly as you could up behind him. You’ve done this once, you can do it again… Before you lost your nerve, you raised your blade as high as you could and plunged it straight into his neck, wincing at the strangled gargle that left his mouth as he dropped to the floor.

Looking up to see Evie about to jump off the roof, you hastily made your way to the next guard; a woman this time, and repeated your actions in the exact same way, the uneasy feeling in the pit of your gut dissipating quickly. Skidding to a halt when you approached the location of the third, your eyes widened when you saw it was a gigantic man, easily the biggest person you had seen in your entire life.

Knowing you would have to use a different tact for this one, more for the fact that there was not much chance of you actually being able to reach to stab him in his neck, you took a few steps back and flipped your dagger so you were holding it backhanded. Running up as fast as you could, you lept onto the huge Templars back and slid your blade across his throat, landing on him as he fell forwards, at the exact same time as Evie sped by.

Retreating back slightly beside the building so you didn’t get spotted, you peered around the corner and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw Evie jump into the cart. You immediately paralysed with fear when you felt an arm wrap around your front and a hand cover your mouth, then cursed loudly against the leather clad fingers when you turned your head, to see Jacob smirk at you before dropping his gaze to the body on the floor.

“What was that? Nicely done by the way, woman after my own heart.”

Pulling his hand from over your face, you poked him in the ribs and glared at him, shaking your head softly when he grinned at you sheepishly.

“I said, you bastard, you scared the life out of me!”

“Hmm, sorry about that, didn’t want you yelling out and letting everyone know we’re here. I know how you like to make noises.”

Only just managing to stick your tongue out at him before he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the street, you poked your head over the side of the cart at the same time as Jacob, to see Evie open the chest to reveal a book and a mound of documents.

“Did you find it?” Jacob asked quickly, slightly fretting as several Templars burst out of a nearby door.

“There he is, get him!” One of the gang members shouted as they ran towards your position.

“What did you do?!”

Jumping into the cart beside Evie when Jacob climbed into the drivers seat, you slammed the crate shut to stop the papers from flying away as you sped down the street.

“Now’s hardly the time for questions. How many are chasing us?”

“Too many! Would you drive more carefully, you’re endangering the documents!” Yelled Evie, who was mentally counting your persuers and grimacing.

Shaking your head as Evie handed you a gun, you grinned as you pulled out several throwing knives out of your coat, thankful that you had the foresight to come well prepared.

“Oh, poor documents! Would you rather I stop right here?” Jacob shouted over his shoulder and winked at you, obviously enjoying this persuit far more that any sane person would.

Climbing over the side of the carriage to carefully balance on the passenger seat, you nudged Jacob in the arm with your leg to get his attention.

“Let them get closer!”

“What?! Are you mad woman?!”

Smirking when one of the chasing carriages pulled a few feet away from the side of you, you hurled a knife straight at the driver, landing it square in his chest. Watching him veer off and crash into a lamp post, you shrugged your shoulders when both Evie and Jacob stared at you in amazement.

“Errm, wouldn’t it be wise to keep your eyes on the road?” You chided as you dropped down to your knees to hold on to the side for dear life, when Jacob just managed to swerve out of the way of a group of people.

Standing back up when you saw several more carriages full of Templars speed your way, you spun another blade in your hand, ready to aim again.

“Be a dear and hold onto me if you plan on making another move like that.”

Looking around furiously when you eventually ran out of daggers, you noticed that the gang members were becoming relentless in their pursuit, more and more appearing faster than you could take them down. Jumping into the back of the carriage next to Evie, you frowned as she held up her gun, showing you that she was also out of ammunition.

“Jacob, we’re out, and they’re still coming!”

“Then we’ve gotta jump!”

Crashing to the floor when he took another hard turn, you managed to clamber up just as he ground the cart to a halt, your eyes widening when he jumped out and headed towards the train bridge.

“What about the chest?!” Evie called out from just behind you.

“If you want to carry it, be my guest!”

Climbing up the wall and balancing on the edge next to Jacob, you jumped down just as the train passed under, only just managing to hold on with the force of the speed it was going. Scrambling back up and brushing yourself off, you couldn’t help but laugh when Jacob waved to the Templars that were leaning over the side of the bridge, before stepping back to weave his arm around you.

“Well that was fun, must do it again sometime dear sister.”

You felt slightly sorry for Evie when you followed him to the end of the train, wishing there were more you could have done to help as you lept off the end, landing cleanly next to a slightly baffled Jacob. Walking down the tracks for a moment until you came to a part of the wall you could climb, you dug your feet in between the broken bricks and hoisted yourself up, cocking your head to one side when Jacob followed you up with the same mysterious expression.

“Go on, I’ll bite. What are you thinking? Or do I have something on my face?”

“Hmm? No, you don’t have anything on your face.”

Linking your arm through his and slowly walking down the street along the tracks, you didn’t bother asking again, leaving him in his own little world while you wondered which direction to head in. Stumbling forward when he suddenly stopped in the middle of the street, you yelped as he pulled you into his arms and squeezed you tightly.

“Okay, now you’re starting to worry me.”

Leaning yourself back so you could look up at him, a soft smile crept up your face when you saw he was gazing down at you warmly.

“You worry too much. I’m just amazed, and trust me, that doesn’t happen very often. A few weeks ago you were struggling to keep up with me, now here you are, killing Templars and flinging daggers through the air.”

“What, you really though I’d just sit about moping on the train, waiting for the great Jacob Frye to return? I have been out practicing.”

Letting him pull you towards the the kerb when a carriage came trundling down the road, you took the opportunity to slide your hands under his coat, sighing as his warmth instantly began to thaw out your cold fingers.

“Well, yes I did actually. You’ve been doing all of this, to be with me?”

Now it was your turn to be surprised, as you fully expected for him to have his usual smug grin on his face. But if he was hiding it, he was doing it well.

“I suppose. For myself as well of course, I did say I wanted to help in any way I could..”

Before you even had a chance to finish, Jacob held you even more firmly against him, kissing you so hard that you were sure you could taste a faint bite of copper from where you bit your lip from his sudden movement. Pulling back slightly so you could catch your breath, your stomach tied in knots as his eyes flickered over you tenderly.

“Mister Frye, are you getting all romantic on me?”

Jacob cleared his throat and loosened his grip around you, his usual playful demeanor creeping back quickly.

“Me? Romantic? Not at all.”

You unintentionally frowned as you stepped away and pulled your coat straight, turning around and taking a few steps back towards the street, trying to remember where the hideout would be this time of night.

“No? That’s a shame.”

A shriek caught in your throat when Jacob suddenly appeared in front of you, ducking down and picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You hammered your fists against his back when he started walking across the road with you slung over him, but quickly stopped and went limp when he chuckled and slapped your rear, just hard enough for it to sting slightly.

“What are you doing? Jacob Frye, put me down this instant!”

Straining your neck to look up as he just ignored you and carried on down the street, your eyes widened when you saw he was heading towards a carriage, with one of his Rooks in the drivers seat. Shaking yourself about when Jacob pulled open the door and dropped you down on the floor, the blood that had rushed to your head making you quite dizzy, you just sat there dumbfounded for a moment while he said something to the driver and then climbed in, sitting down on the floor beside you.

“Where are we going?” you asked hesitantly as you draped your arms over his shoulders when he pulled you into his lap, winding his arms around your waist.

“To your shop. The trains not gonna cut it tonight, I want a bed.”

“What? We can’t go there, what about all the police that have been parading about?”

Holding onto him tighter as he snaked his arm under your legs, somehow managing to slide himself up against the seat and sit on it with you still in his lap, you raised your eyebrows when he just stared out of the window thoughtfully.

“Doubt there’s going to be anyone there this time of night, and if there is, I’ll sort it.”

You spent the rest of the journey in silence, which thankfully wasn’t long, as you were becoming slightly nervous at the trouble that you might cause by breaking into your shop again. Sliding off his legs and onto the seat when the carriage ground to a halt, you sat where you were when he gestured for you to stay put, peeking out the window for a moment then slumping back down when he disappeared from view.

Drumming your fingers on the cushion impatiently, you jumped as the door to the carriage suddenly burst open, revealing the Rook who had been driving the carriage.

“Come on love, out ya get.”

Clambering out and sauntering towards the back of your store, you were so distracted in wondering why the Rook was grinning, that you didn’t notice the two unconscious policemen on the floor until you stumbled over them. Bursting out laughing when you saw that they were tied up with their own belts, you carried on down the side street, to where Jacob was busy picking the lock to your door.

“Was that really necessary?”

Giggling again when Jacob just grinned and shrugged his shoulders, you followed him into your shop when he finally managed to unlock the door, kicking it shut behind you.

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can we know what the other top 10s before were called? just curios to know!

I’m assuming you mean my Top 10 names, if not feel free to correct me in another ask anon! I’ll just copy paste them from my notes since I’m too lazy to go and manually add them to all my lists right now, haha. I’m glad people are actually enjoying them, honestly. I thought you all would think t’s pretty dumb. I will admit that some of the cycle one titles are a bit rubbish, please don’t judge me lol! x

Cycle 1 Top 10:

Shannon’s Snake Beauty Shot— The Crowning of Juno

Elyse’s Snake Beauty Shot— Fallen Seraph

Elyse’s Nude Merit Diamond Campaign— Sapientia Potentia Est

Adrianne’s Snake Beauty Shot— Byzantium Heroine

Adrianne’s Black & White Beauty Shot— On The Cusp of Victory

Shannon’s Black & White Beauty Shot— Ambush Predator

Adrianne’s Nude Merit Diamond Campaign— Leto’s Tears

Adrianne’s Reebok Ad— Flight of Fancy

Shannon’s Reebok Ad—She’s Cheer Captain And I’m On The Bleachers

Giselle’s Snake Beauty Shot— Nebu

Cycle 2 Top 10:

Yoanna’s High Fashion Beauty Shot— Teleioi

Shandi’s Solstice Sunglasses— Sprezzatura Bellisima

April’s Garden of Eden— Izanami’s Garden of Onogoroshima

Yoanna/Shandi’s Nude Pair— Gli Innamorati

April’s Quench Underwater Nymph— Ao Guang’s Daughter

Mercedes’ Celebrity Icon— Solitude

Shandi’s Laundry by Shelli Segal— Man Suspended in The Mirror

April’s Celebrity Icon— The Lady of Zorro

Mercedes’ Garden of Eden— Mistress of Kemet

Camille’s Garden of Eden— Bird of Paradise

Cycle 3 Top 10:

Yaya’s Verragio Diamonds Tarantula Beauty Shot— Crown Jewel

Amanda’s Nivea Beauty Shot— Hebe Basileia

Eva’s Covergirl Wet Slicks Crystals Ad— Euryphaessa

Amanda’s Geisha in Kimono for T-Mobile— Amaterasu-ōmidenwa

Eva’s Geisha in Kimono for T-Mobile— Waltz of the Maiko

Eva’s Verragio Diamonds Tarantula Beauty Shot— Electrical Lure

Nicole’s Verragio Diamonds Tarantula Beauty Shot— Total Eclipse of the Heart

Amanda’s Covergirl Wet Slicks Crystals Ad— Sundrop Radiance

Toccara’s Nivea Beauty Shot— The Boleyn Onyxes

Eva’s Ford Alter-Egos— The Real Housewives of Tyra

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Twisted Creed: Chapter 11. Blighters’ Distraction.

The Streets of London.

Jacob & Evie cross the street as they run towards Mr. Green's carriage. They had the determination to take the Blighters' of Mr. Green's trail as soon as possible. They have found a new ally. They would never let this opportunity slip through their hands. Jacob reaches the carriage first as he quickly positions himself on the coachmen sit. Evie follows after him doing the same. She tries to get the reins from his hands; however, Jacob moves them out of the way. Evie gives him one stern glare "I drive better than you, sister" Evie rolls her eyes as she prepares her gun "Well then, I shall shoot them down. I'll have so much fun doing so" Jacob smile changes instantly as he gives Evie the reins. Evie's grins grow covering her expression as Jacob rolls his eyes. Evie holds onto the reins as she moves the horses slowly forward "We need to draw them away for Green" Jacob mutters to Evie as she nods to him. Jacob shoots fire to draw the attention of the Blighters around. It was an instant response on the part of the Blighters. They drove approach Mr. Green's carriage as Evie starts gaining speed forward "Here, comes trouble!" He blurts out excitement obviously shown in his expression.

Evie crosses an intersection as they are pushed to one side. A Blighters' carriage was trying to push derail them off the streets. Evie manages to bring the carriage back on track "Their carriages are easily damaged!" She screams to Jacob as he nods to her rapidly. A new Blighters' carriage appears from the right side of Mr. Green's carriage "Kaylock will rue the day..." Evie Frye tries to mutter loudly, but she was quickly unable to do so by the approaching Blighters. The Frye twins push the Blighters' carriages around anything they could. They were careful not to take civilians in their path. The Blighters were coming strong with everything they have got. It was a pushing battle back and forth "That's the fella" one of them scream as they push Mr. Green's carriage once more. Jacob and Evie manage to derail one of the carriage causing a big explosion to form. Evie manages to avoid the broken down carriage "Get'm" another Blighters scream as they close in Jacob & Evie. Evie pushes the last remaining Blighters' carriage to a building. It derails itself killing the drives instantly "They've gone" Jacob obviously announce with a grin forming on his features.

"Now to return to Mr. Green" Evie mutters calmly as she drives Mr. Green's carriage at a steady pace. Jacob has a knowing grin in his expression "Aye, Aye Captain" He mutters cheerfully as Evie rolls her eyes. She was annoyed at him "You are restlessness" Evie mutters to her brother as she drives Mr. Green's carriage "That relentlessness will see me become Master when we finish this" Jacob mutters to Evie when she crosses another intersection. Evie gives her brother one side glance "George would do nothing of the sort" Jacob rises an eyebrow towards Evie as she drives steadily "Whatever's left of the Creed would perish under your control" Evie mutters between laughs as Jacob doesn't find this very amusing. Jacob rolls his eyes "Harsh words, dear sister" The drive was certainly quite as Evie moves Mr. Green's carriage to cross a street "What's the idea with you and Mr. Green" Jacob ask Evie as she gives him a look "What do you mean?" She wonders confuse as Jacob rolls his eyes. They were quiet once more as Jacob form his words "Admit it, dear sister. You are interested in Mr. Green" Jacob blurts out to Evie as she almost runs over a civilian.

"None sense. What has gone into you, today?" Evie recovers the steady pace of Mr. Green's carriage. Jacob sighs heavily as he shakes his head "I got all the information I need" He mutters under his breath as Evie gives him a look. Evie stops the carriage for a quick second "I do hope Mister Green made it back safely" She mutters under her breath easily hear by Jacob Frye. Evie turns Mr. Green's carriage left as she resumes driving. Jacob lets out a laugh as he mocks Evie "Don't tell me you fancy the bloke already" He mutters matter of fact as Evie gives him a glare "And what do you suggest we do? If our number one source of information turns up dead?" Jacob was unable to answer Evie at once as she shakes her head. She was avoiding any other carriage or civilians walking by. At this time of day, the streets of London were full of life & sorrow. Jacob sighs heavily as he stares at his sister. Evie turns left once more as Jacob has a growing grin on his features "Starrick can't be THAT hard to find" Evie gives him an annoyed glare as Jacob ignores her. He keeps muttering about everything that must be done to take the Grant Master Templar off of power.

"I say we turn the carriage around and go find him!" Evie rolls her eyes once more "Here he goes again. When will he learn that to take the Grant Master Templar -- we need to formulate a plan first" Evie thinks to herself as Jacob wants to take the reins from her. She moves the reins away from his reach as she drives steadily towards Mr. Green curio's shop. Evie turns Mr. Green's carriage right as they are approaching Mr. Green curio's shop. Evie shakes her head as she facepalms herself mentally "This is why you aren't in charge, Jacob" Jacob's smile was replaced by a stern look. He looks at her sister sighing heavily "You should listen to reason, dear sister" Evie gives him a look as she stops the carriage. Jacob looks around then at Evie "Are we there already?" Evie shakes her head a bit irritated. She tired of him saying none sense "Listen to reason? If we ever listen to your reason. We had been dead by now" Evie mutters for only Jacob to listen. The civilians walking the streets pay no mind to the twins. Jacob rolls his eyes once more "You can't keep acting so recklessly. We have to work with Mr. Green to fight the Templars. We have to give the people London once more" Evie speaks with passion in her eyes. She wants to explain Jacob what will happen if he is not careful of his actions.

"I understand very well. There is no time to run about looking for useless artifacts" Jacob blurts out harshly as Evie stares at him. She gives him a few of her own glares "Useless artifacts? Are you crazy? haven't you seen what the Pieces of Eden are capable of" Evie mutters to Jacob as he rolls his eyes. Jacob was getting tired of Evie's dream "That's the reason why we can't use them. If the Templars are unable to control them -- what makes you think we can?" Evie stares at Jacob thinking his words carefully. She hates to admit it, but Jacob is right. She was hoping there would be a clue somewhere in how to control the Piece of Eden. She was about to give in to Jacob when something pops up in her mind. A while back, Mr. Green informs them that the mysterious girl he keeps talking about. She helps him with his study in the Piece of Eden "We do. We can, actually" Jacob was unable to say anything as he stares at his sister "What do you mean?" He questions her curiosity on his expression "Did you forgot? Mr. Green informs us a few hours ago about his old friend which help him with his study" Jacob nods his head as he remembers Mr. Green exact words.

"It seems you have won this round, Evie" Evie has a growing grin in her features as she takes the reins once more. Jacob avoids Evie's stares as he thinks of a comeback. Evie was very happy she made Jacob silence. The short drive to Mr. Green Curio's shop awoken a curiosity in Jacob's mind "I shall ask Mr. Green the first chance I get. Who is this mysterious girl? He so speaks up" Jacob thinks to himself slowly as Evie avoids a pedestrian. They were closing in the Curio's shop were Evie park Mr. Carriage on the right sidewalk. They wait patiently for people to give them space for them to get off. Jacob scratch the back of his head while Evie gives him a look. They quickly get off the coachmen sit as Jacob walks around the carriage to stand next to Evie. They walk the streets looking around making sure they were not followed. Jacob was sure they took all the Blighters before heading to the Curio's shop. Evie enters the Curio's shop before Jacob. He sighs heavily then goes into the Curio's shop.

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Cricket Further than The Boundary

Cricket - Beyond the Boundary

Cricket can be a activity that had its origins in England. Since the British Empire prolonged its suzerainty in excess of territories the world over, cricket began to be performed from the colonies of England also. Now, cricket is a global game that is certainly played in a few 16 nations across the globe. Cricket is often nicknamed a 'gentleman's video game' nevertheless initially, ahead of cricket turned preferred, it had been a match which was performed predominantly by Females and children within the country where by it originated.

Gentleman's Sport?

Several think that the phrase 'gentleman's sport' is really a misnomer for cricket. What Together with the Aussies finding racial and sledging non-white gamers and gamers, usually, hurling abuses at umpires, cricket is rapidly falling from its exalted pedestal of becoming a match just for polite and civilized gentlemen. But nonetheless, the label 'gentleman's recreation' fits cricket a lot better than it satisfies soccer, which, In keeping with lots of, is the planet's most beloved 'ruffians' video game'. (Football, naturally, has not ever been identified as a 'gentleman's recreation'.) In addition to, with A growing number of Girls deciding on cricket as their vocation, It will be positively sexist to state that cricket is really a 'gentleman's sport'.

A Sport that Unites

Cricket is much more than a activity. It is a good unifying drive. When Indian and Pakistani players shake hands or slap each other's backs during or perhaps following a cricket match, the gestures are effective at bringing tears towards the eyes of the hardest of hardliners and fundamentalists. When unique nations started enjoying cricket with South Africa after South Africa publicly proclaimed its repudiation in the contemptible apartheid, a legalized practice of racial discrimination and ostracism carried out through the whites of South Africa in opposition to the blacks of the nation, it was a pink-letter working day in the historical past of cricket that bowled All people over.

With the advent in the Indian Leading League (IPL), cricket has obtained completely new Proportions. Just one IPL crew is actually a melting pot of cultures and mores with Indian, Australian, Pakistani, Sri Lankan, English, South African, West Indian players taking part in in it coupled with gamers from other cricketing nations. Gamers who normally performed versus one another and who have been thought of as archrivals and opponents now Enjoy together for the same staff, forsaking their prejudices and dislikes. As boundaries of language, race and tradition vanish with camaraderie amongst newfound teammates, cricket gains a fresh and interesting encounter with every single passing working day.

It's actually not Cricket. Or could it be?

It remains the usual cricket but it has certainly long gone further than cricket. The sport has gone through A serious facelift in the last few a long time. Though 5-day exam matches are still revered, They can be out of vogue, as they final for 5 days and are typically dull. Most cricket maniacs look forward to 1-Working day Internationals (ODIs) in order to enjoy the highs and lows of the game in only one day. But ODIs too have lost their charm in the deal with of stiff Competitiveness from the Twenty20s (T20s). Cricket, It appears, is adapting by itself towards the periods to cater into the desires of impatient, frenzied lovers. Sure, you could be operate out while in the race to seize tickets, but modern-day cricket will definitely provide you with a run for your hard earned money, even if you enjoy the match on television.

Buying Cricket

Cricket, at present, is regarded as a greenfield chance for businesspeople, a fantastic investing floor that could produce terrific returns. Several real athletics aficionados think that cricket is becoming also commercial to remain a hearty recreation anymore. But several Other individuals feel that the 'enterprise' of cricket is in fact performing a lot of fantastic to the game. Putting authentic revenue into cricket is actually assisting to propagate cricket, they are saying. Genuine. Take a look at many of the other video games like hockey, polo, badminton, athletics, and so forth. with the Indian subcontinent. They're inside of a sorry condition and therefore are stagnating as a result of dearth of finances.

The Indian Premier League (IPL) has turned the cricket industry into a gold mine. Superstars, actors, and business magnates are all queuing up to get and provide players like curios at an auction, to sponsor groups and matches and to generate significant bucks. Tycoons are battling desperately for the most huge-ticket players, creating their bids shockingly superior, before the hammer arrives banging down. The stakes are extremely significant in cricket nowadays. When winners are eulogized by their owners, losers are disowned and offered off speedily. Identical to what takes place within the commodities industry!

Can a Manufacturer Ambassador be Termed a Cricketer?

Nearly all leading-rated cricket gamers have performed endorsements for products at some point or the opposite in their lives. Cricket is just not a very having to pay sport. Not less than, It's not very purchasing the best cricketers of the world, who may have lavish existence. Performing endorsements is the sole way for them to take care of their opulent ways of living. Some of these commercials can really get you stumped out. This can be specifically The main reason why Entrepreneurs use cricketers. When you see your preferred cricketer on another pitch, exhibiting or patronizing a quick-moving-purchaser-excellent (FMCG), you may perhaps actually be prompted to use the identical solution, you. So, cricketers are an excellent medium for businesses for getting their messages throughout as they make outstanding brand name ambassadors.

Adverts have their flip side also. Quite a few gamers have already been accused of constructing an excessive amount money via commercials only...and far too very little by way of cricket. They've slipped around the pitch, even though their revenue pitch has long been good. They have often been run out on the field whilst the commercials they've showcased in have offered viewers and advert companies a operate for their dollars. As their lender balances have grown fatter and fatter through model endorsements, they are actually dubbed as wicked and greedy people who are only interested in cash and not in the game or its spirit.

Match Correcting

Wickedness in cricket was at its pinnacle through the match-repairing yrs. Speaking about it in past times tense indicates that The author sincerely hopes that match repairing definitely belongs for the past. During this tragic interval, cricketers bought their match, on their own and their international locations to bookies and Many others so as to make some speedy bucks. It was a shame! The sheer quantities of players who got caught out for this sordid affair proved that cricket was without a doubt bitten because of the devil himself. Wicked gamers would deliberately place their legs ahead of the wicket to be able to be out. Sides and groups would reduce matches and tournaments purposely due to the fact just one reduction was considerably more rewarding to them when compared to the prize funds from just one victory. Cricket, international locations and loyalties had been traded freely for difficult dollars. Cricket has never compensated as terribly as you may think it has from your episodes of match fixing. It was not The shortage of money that drove cricketers to fix matches. It had been avarice that drove them. Greed to mint and hoard dollars by hook or by criminal. Although they got out for ducks each morning and broke the hearts of devoted fans, they had been possibly congratulating themselves on the quantity of roast ducks they might have at the very best hotels with their pals that extremely night.

This is de facto Not Cricket

Gossip columns in newspapers and Journals have sizzled with salacious tidbits from the personal lives of cricketers. Although some cricketers similar to the unwavering Sachin Tendulkar are focused on the game, other cricketers have other dedications Moreover cricket. It would demand a entire ebook to doc all their passions, which are occasionally pretty immoral and unpalatable to take a look at. However, you have the which means...? Late night functions at inns, beverages, involvement with the alternative intercourse.....So, who wins at the toss the following early morning? Not cricket. Cricket goes for the toss whilst the excesses of lifestyle supplant it. The player goes back again into the pavilion, not together with his head down correctly, but along with his arrogant head held substantial. He heads straight for the bar as well as arms of probably the most despicable member of the opposite sexual intercourse. But this kind of players have never been able to make or split documents. It's only conscientious, earnest, and dedicated players like Sachin Tendulkar that have designed data and broken records.

Cricket Performs an incredible Innings and Remains 'Not Out'

Yet, cricket continues to hold sway over present and past cricketers and in excess of A huge number of spectators with its inherent magic. A single 4 and the stadium, whether it's Centurion, Lord's or Eden, arrives crashing with applause. One 6 in addition to a terminally sick affected person viewing the match from his or her dwelling, breaks right into a smile. A century and an entire country cheers and shouts forgetting all distinctions of caste, creed, race, gender. He may not raise a finger to trends help Engage in the game but the moment he raises his index finger into the air, the umpire results in a rustic to burst with joy. Although thunder and lightning can end the sport and force individuals to thrash out Duckworth Lewis, thunderous clapping is sure to be listened to, once the sport resumes.

Cricket can be a sport, a video game that enchants hearts. Cricket matches will get really remarkable and put persons on tenterhooks. In the future Internationals and Twenty20s can really give you a coronary heart attack In case your ticker is not much too strong to face up to the scares and exhilarations of the game. Cricket is often made use of to make ties in between nations, to patch-up hostilities, for forging new bilateral and multilateral relations. Cricket binds and joins; it provides solidarity, and breaks the ice. Cricket is capable of adjusting relations between countries and international equations. Cricket transcends all boundaries. Howzat for just a game that experienced its origins inside of a grammar school of the obscure English village?

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Grim danger in a lost world!

Last week I was rolling up worlds to populate my subsector of space, and came across this stone-age tech planet:

Planet X572873-0  

5: 5,000 miles (8,000km) 

7: Standard, tainted atmosphere 

2: 20% water 

8: Hundreds of millions of residents

7: Balkanization: No central authority, rival governments compete for control

3: Weapons of a strict military nature (machine guns, autos, etc) prohibited 

0: Stone age, primitive

Sat in a system with no space port, no scout base, and no gas giant, it’s an obvious backwater, possibly even untouched by spacefarers, ripe for “first contact”. Most of it’s stats make sense as written. The large, stone-age population with no centralised governing structure puts me in mind of warring tribes, each holding their own hunting and foraging grounds. The only detail that seems a little off is the law level, which I’d replace with no law whatsoever, and a healthy fear of anything more advanced looking than a pointy stick.

Prehistoric who?

One interesting question is who these millions of stone-age inhabitants actually are, and why they haven’t managed to improve their technology levels at all. One way to play the planet would be to have them be some new race of proto-humanoids, freshly evolved (in geological time frames!) and still at the very beginning of their cultural timeline. Another would be to have them as a “fallen” civilisation, descendants of a failed colonisation program that has has some apocalyptic disaster befall them, sending them spiralling back to the stone-age, with perhaps a distorted oral history of the Time Before.

Meddling PCs in trouble

Should players end up on the planet, there’s going to be trouble. First, the atmosphere is not exactly pure; this is no Garden of Eden. Secondly, the population is large. This makes me think two things:

The PCs will inevitably meet the natives, who are wont to be brutish, slow, mistrustful, and quite possibly in awe and insanely jealous of the PCs’ technology

The local population is large, and essentially still at hunter-gatherer levels. What exactly are they hunting that could provide so many calories?

Almost from the moment they land, I’d want the PCs to be chased into the hills by a large angry mob of club and spear-wielding Neanderthals, who are in turn hotly pursued by a rampaging lizard the size of a small building. 

Still, there are rewards to be found. Eggs, for example, of various indigenous dinosauria could be interesting and potentially lucrative curios. Perhaps the PCs can win over a local tribe through bribery and sharing of some simple science; unscrupulous types might see a way here to install themselves as de facto god-emperors, or ruthless slave masters. And who wouldn’t like to try and tame a dinosaur to ride into battle?