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myssthyss · 7 years ago

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Anniversary

Myss gets to the City | Chapter 8 - also on AO3

The speed in which the Hunter and her Ghost arrive at the City is jarring, especially after it took three weeks just to find the ship they’re currently flying. Myss barely has enough time to understand the controls before they’re pulling up to the courtyard and Casper announces that he’s transmatting her onto the ground.

She hasn’t had time to really process anything that’s happened in the last hour properly, and yet their journey has already come to an end.

[Welcome to the Last City. The only place on Earth the Traveler can protect anymore.] Casper announces once they’re out of the ship, moving right along with welcoming Myss to her new home. [And this here is where the Guardians live. The Tower.]

There’s people taking down banners with yellow stars on them, others sweeping away snow, and countless Guardians all on their own missions milling about the Tower. It’s mildly overwhelming, but it’s also beautiful, which Myss comments on out loud.

[It is.] Casper responds in agreement. [I haven’t been here in a long time. It’s nice to be back.]

A moment of silence passes between the two, Myss clutching her necklace the entire time.

[Well, let’s get you introduced to the Vanguard, shall we? They’re expecting you.] Casper floats ahead to show Myss the way, and she diligently follows.

The pair pass by towers of computers, several simple robots, a creepy green woman, and a large orange and white man before they finally arrive at the Hall of Guardians, the Vanguard’s base of operations.

“Ah, it seems we have a new recruit.” The Awoken Vanguard announces to his fellow leaders, making his way around the long table towards Myss and Casper.

[Zavala. Cayde-6. Ikora.] Casper addresses the three Guardians. [This is Myss.]

“Welcome to the Tower, Myss.” The female - Ikora, she assumes - bows ever so slightly. “We’re glad to have you on board.”

“Happy to be here.” Myss responds, looking between the three of them.

“You’ll be a great addition to the Titan Order, Myss.” The Awoken - Zavala - says proudly as he approaches her further, which Myss responds to by taking a step backwards.

“Titan?” She says with confusion, looking to her Ghost and then back to the trio. “I’m a Hunter.”

The third Vanguard leader - Cayde-6 - seems to be paying attention now, and his eyes light up (even more, if they could) when he approaches Myss.

“Well, well. I certainly wouldn’t have taken you for a Hunter at first glance, but you obviously have the fashion sense of one.” In addition to the compliment, the Exo reaches for the ends of her cloak - Seraph’s Cloak - and she pulls away instinctively. Cayde-6 appears slightly off-put, and Myss regrets her sudden reflex.

“I-I’m sorry about that.” Myss apologizes, pushing her cloak behind her. “I’ve had...” She inhales. “... a rough couple of hours. I’m still working through it.”

“Now that you mention it...” Zavala begins. “We were expecting two Guardians coming from the same point of origin.” He turns to her, suspicion in his eyes. “Your point of origin.”

Myss looks away, grabbing onto her necklace. She inhales slowly, preparing to answer, but Casper does it for her.

[Hive. In the old Aeroport near San Francisco.]

The three Vanguard leaders all seem to understand, and offer their condolences. Zavala and Ikora wish the pair well without any further questions, while Cayde-6 stays for a few more moments. Myss expects it’s likely for a class-specific debriefing, and she’s about half right.

“So, Hunter. First item of business.” Cayde-6 begins, pulling out a very large blade seemingly from nowhere. “Here’s your standard-issue, all-purpose Hunter Knife. Good for killing bad guys and looking cool. Keep it close, you never know when it’ll come in handy.”

Myss examines it for a moment, nods, and stows it in her hip holster.

“Second item of business.” He holds up the corresponding number of fingers. “What’s your element of choice?”

“I think... Casper told me it’s Void.” She looks to her Ghost, and he nods. “Yeah, Void. The one with the bow.”

“A Nightstalker! Awesome.” Cayde-6 exclaims, making a mental note. “We don’t have too many of those, so you could be very handy on certain assignments.”

“I’ll be ready.” She assures him.

“Good. Third item of business.” Cayde gestures the number with his fingers again, then lowers his voice. “That’s not your cloak, is it?”

Myss freezes, grabbing her hood. She inhales and then answers. “It was hers - the Guardian who fell. She gave it to me before sacrificing herself so I could get out alive.”

Cayde seems to relate, clapping a hand on her shoulder. “We’re in similar boats, kid.” He points a thumb at his own cloak. “This one belonged to the last guy who had this job. He was a very good friend of mine, so I know how you feel.” He releases Myss, gesturing his head towards the door. “Head to your quarters and get some sleep. We’ll call on you if we have anything for you to do.”

Myss bows slightly, thanking her Vanguard, and taking her leave. The large orange man in the next room is booming to some other Guardians about something called the “Crucible”, but she can’t bring herself to focus on that at the moment. She instead follows Casper as he leads her to her quarters, and immediately goes to the lavatory to wash the journey off of her.

Though, upon seeing her reflection in the mirror for the first time, she screams and falls back into the tub behind her.

[What is it?] Casper asks, looking down at his frightened Guardian as she begins weeping in the tub. [Myss, what happened?]

“M-My head! My face!” She places a finger against the marking between her eyebrows, looking up at her Ghost. “It’s... It’s the Shrieker, Casper!” Myss breaks. “Has... Has that always been there?!”

[It’s okay, Myss.] He croons, floating down to hover over her chest. [That’s been there the whole time, yes. It was there in your past life, too. Don’t worry, the Shrieker didn’t do anything to you.]

Myss sniffles, calming down slightly. “I’m gonna be reminded of it - of her - every time I look in the mirror.” She says thickly, wiping her eyes and getting to her feet.

[Yes, but you also have your necklace and her cloak.] He reassures. [Good things that remind you of her.]

The Hunter nods, trying her best to move past the mark on her forehead. Instead, she focuses on the god-awful half-head of hair she possessed.

“Okay. Wait.” She puts out a hand to accentuate that last word. “Is this really the hair you revived me with? I’ve been walking around looking like this for three weeks?”

[It’s a bit unorthodox, I agree.] Casper states, looking at her through the mirror. [There must have been some reason you kept it like that.]

“Whatever that was doesn’t matter anymore, buddy.” She dismisses, and begins searching the already-stocked toiletry cabinet for anything sharp, eventually finding a pair of scissors and a razor.

[You sure about this?]

“I’m sure. Besides, it’s a new start.” Myss exhales, trying to convince herself. “Isn’t cutting your hair symbolic of that, or something?”

[In some ancient cultures, yes.]

“Well then. Let’s get with the new beginnings.”

It takes her a little while to get all of the wacky spiral mohawk removed, its shape having been so unorthodox that it made it more difficult. She cursed her past self for being so individualistic all the while, but it was past her now. All that’s left of the mohawk is a slightly darker line of hair that shaded where it once was, and a sink full of the evidence.

“That feels much better.” She comments, rubbing her hands along her now mostly-bald scalp. “Looks much better, too.”

[Here, let me re-scan you.] Casper offers, already scanning. [Just so I don’t bring you back with the mohawk next time.]

“Thanks, buddy.” Myss smiles, petting him. “You’re always looking out.”

[That’s what I do best.]

Myss gets into the groove of being a Guardian easily, and even goes on her first strike the day after she arrived. The team needed a Nightstalker for the job, for which she was happy to oblige. Her skills become somewhat of a demand for strike teams, and she’s always willing to help. Since none of her teams stick around after the strike, it becomes a good setup for her as well, since it gives her an excuse to stay removed from the social part of Guardian life.

When she’s not on the job running strikes, she’s in the Crucible. She went back and learned more about it from the orange man - Lord Shaxx - a few days after she arrived. She was instantly charmed by his genuine desire to make Guardians stronger, and to make sure they come back alive. His values aligned with hers in an unexpected way, and so she dedicated herself to becoming stronger in the Crucible, so that she and others make it home.

Myss starts to become a fan favourite, but shies away from the limelight. Instead, she consults with Shaxx on becoming one of his Redjacks, working in the background. He agrees easily due to her preexisting prowess in the Crucible, but is sad to see her put the combat on the backburner.

The next twelve months are rather uneventful overall. The regular schedule consists of strikes, arena scouting, the odd crucible match to let off steam, and some patrols here and there to have some solitary time with Casper.

Almost on the anniversary of her arrival, Myss finds herself sitting atop the highest point she can find above the Guardian dormitories, staring out at the Traveler as it sat quietly above the Last City.

[It’s been a year since I found you, you know.] Casper says, interrupting the silence.

“Has it really?” Myss responds, looking incredulously at her Ghost. “It feels like it’s only been half of that.” She reaches for her glowing necklace, which she still wears. It no longer burns, but the Light within it does. “I miss her.”

[I know you do. I miss her, too. But...] He pauses, floating in front of his Guardian. [I know for a fact she’s never left you. I can feel it in your Light.]

Myss smiles, holding her necklace even tighter.

[I never showed you, but I’ve been holding onto some things for a while. I wanted to save them for a special occasion, and your birthday’s perfect for that.]

She watches her Ghost move to her shoulder, and then turns her attention to where he’s facing.

He’s projecting a holovid in front of her. It’s herself back when she had that god-awful mohawk, standing proudly. She can see herself exhale, and suddenly knows what’s coming.

Myss clasps a hand over her mouth, tears welling in anticipation. “You didn’t...”

Casper sounds almost smug in his response. [I did.]

She can hear Casper congratulating her on finding her super, but it’s quickly overshadowed by the arms she can see wrap around the image of herself, and the voice that accompanies them.

“You did it! I didn’t have to save you! I’m so proud of you.”

Myss can almost feel the hug the holoimage is being given.

“I can’t believe it! I couldn’t have done it without your help.”

She touches her lips as she sees the image press its own against Seraph’s forehead, and she mouths the next words as if she were saying them now.

“Thank you, Seraph.”

The holovid ends with them embracing, and quickly flicks to the next one. This one is only of Seraph whittling away at a piece of wood, singing a song Myss remembered, and she finds herself joining in.

It’s a cold angry evening, like one you’d spend inside. Counting the ships overhead and wanting to fly by their side. It’s a cold, empty campsite on your first night alone. And you’re reachin’ while you’re dreaming - just wanting to be home.

The seasons roll, we won’t grow old, but we’ll be wiser every day. Foes will come, we’ll fight on and forget those foes someday. Facing the unknown. Feeling right at home with your family.

The image of herself moves to sit with Seraph, encouraging her to continue.

Come into this world with fire in our lungs. Straight to this war we’re immediately flung. You’re given the Light and told to fight. It’s a wonder we can sleep at night.

We make our way to where they call home. Wanting to feel a little less alone. Some succeed before they get there. Finding they've made an inseparable pair.

Takes a little time to just warm up. To get used to this new shake-up. Takes a few days of sharing space. To know, that you, I’d never replace.

Myss had fallen asleep during that last verse, and her tears flow over when she finally hears it for the first time.

“Goodnight, Myss.” The tiny image of Seraph says, and leans to place a light kiss on the mark on her forehead. “Sleep well. You’ve earned it.”

The image prepares to skip, but their solitude is interrupted by weaponized whistling and explosions.

The pair whips around to stare at the source of the sound, only to see the Tower explode in a fiery crumble. Just past of the edge of the City, they can see a platoon of Cabal ships, and a larger ship begins opening up as it approaches the center of the City.

Immediately the Hunter is on her feet, running along the rooftop towards the Tower, avoiding explosions as she does. The revisited happy memories are already forgotten as she rushes to aid anyone she can.

Myss manages to get to the Hangar as the evacuation order is given, is instructed to load up civilians into the transports, and escort them away from the City. She does as she’s told, and is on a full transport in just a few minutes.

The radio is spotty with the weather and the chaos, and all she can hear is « -o Felwinter's peak. It's - *static* - only hope - *static* - ships have got. Fly fast, fly safe. »

The pilots flick several switches and lock the doors, launching out of the hangar. The civilians in the ship are all shaking in fear and uncertainty, and Myss looks out of the back window to avoid falling victim to the panic.

As her eyes are trained backwards, she can see an orange glow flow over the Traveler, and she’s suddenly on the floor as her connection from the Light is severed.

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ascendingexotitan · 8 years ago

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The Strikers’ Bold

inspired and proofread by @maunderfiend

“Are you sure this is the place?” Banner-1 muttered, his eyes flicking off to the side as he kept a close quarter with his companion for this ‘mission’. His hands in his jacket’s pocket and the breeze licking at his synthetic fur-lining, it wasn’t often he came to the western sector of the City. Its reputation is known as the more dangerous spot, not because of some wayward gangs fighting at the constant struggling; nor the malfested who survive the blight of fear to the Fallen that occasionally dwelled at the nearby mountain, but because of the shadowy pickets and devious actions done in light of the City’s struggles - despite all that the Guardians do.

A hand grasped the brown-painted Exo’s shoulders with a clawed thumb brushed once on the fur, provoking an instinctive jerk and glance at Typhon-5 who looked down at him - or rather, his visored face aimed in his direction. How did that thing work anyways? The war-torn titan never gave him an answer. While Banner was one of the smaller Exos around, Typhon was a big model. He was refined to look similar to everyone else, but under that paintjob, plating and very fine synth-muscles was a war machine. The civilian clothes fit him well too. The tight black muscle shirt gripping his pectorals, covered by a duster coat and satchel holding their trade. Prompt legs were wrapped in tested pants and iron-toed boots. Funnily, he couldn’t resist the urge of putting ancient Egyptian motif on those boots.

In the observation of the old Exo’s get up and the wait for him to say something, they stood at the start of an alley hissing with steam from the nearby munition factory that helped with the war effort.

Finally a minute in - probably one of his neural glitches again - Typhon spoke with his gentle yet gravelly dark voice, “I wouldn’t be dragging you here otherwise.” He stated, then he casually graced Banner’s shoulders and patted his back. “Just remember what I said.”

Keep the sensors up. Why, the enigmatic robot never said that either!

With that, the two stepped through the steam and darkness. Unlike Humans, Exo had the benefit of upgrades and combat-appropriate systems, including optimal optics to see through the dark when fighting through the warrens of Fallen caverns and the Hive’s wretched tunnels. Banner’s optics were quickly adjusting, pupils widening a little in their twisting emerald irises. Systems immediately checking for any surprises or dwelling dangers.

In this two-man wide passageway, it made a good ambush spot, and…

A limb wraps around his right elbow with a little squeeze.

“Hm?” Banner questioned, looking down at it. It was Typhon. His big arm locked to his, holding the other close. He looked questioningly, but the visored exo didn’t provide an answer. The mech was always uncharacteristically touchy, ever since they met at the Crucible in a game of Clash. The almost pinpoint memory caused a flare of heat in the metallic cheeks, replacing his anxiety with a fluster. Decidedly he held on to Typhon in return, giving him a gentle pat to his big bicep.

The walk seemed to stretch forever, the sound of their boots being the only noise outside of industrial movements. The afternoon was dark today with the sun pushing the ever-resting shadow of the Traveler over their heads now. The lights of flaring forges and running energy was their only actual illumination. In actuality, by their system’s City Standard Time, it was six minutes. Banner didn’t even notice they were going through a near labyrinth till they stepped out into a small courtyard in the back of one of the Monarch factories.

Piles of crates and storage units were placed here and there, but there was certain dreariness that kept the Exo on edge.

“Spooky.” He acknowledged, provoking a little sound of amusement from his companion before the gruff voice replied, “Don’t worry, this won’t last long.” Suddenly, the big mech grabbed his partner by his belt loop and pulled him into a rough kiss. It was unexpected, why’d he drag Banner all the way out here for some mischief while on their mission!?

Despite the complaining, Banner gripped at Typhon’s jacket as he was dipped slightly. There was grumbling but each soft metallic smack and a grunt from a fanged nibble on his bottom lip muffled it, servos shuddering at the aggressive little growl that the older titan tended to make in these affectionate movements. It was like trying to pet a back alley dog, you just didn’t know if they were going to lunge. As quick as it came, the kiss broke by mere inches with that snarking grin from the red Exo. Banner was about to question when his audio receptors caught something.

Quickly, the two looked over to see a guy landing against a crate. A figure stood there, dressed in dirty work-clothes with a bent crowbar in hand, tapping the surface. Their face was obscured under a filter-mask, meant to fight off the constant smog in the factory and actually breath. “Hey now, don’t stop on my account. Not often we see a bot get dirty!” He spoke with a muffled tone, followed by a nonchalant shrug. Despite the welcoming posture and voice, the malice was there.

Seven others appeared from the smog; several humans - three males, two females - and two Awoken males followed suit. Most were like the first, dressed like workers and the other two wore guard uniforms. They were scruffy, ill-prepared guards armed with standard-issue rifles.

Typhon smoothly pulled Banner upright and let him go. With a hand placed on the small of his back, he gave a subtle, single nod.

“Yeah. We get nice and dirty, that’s what we are good at,” he answered, head moving slowly. Calculating with his body, he edged to an angle. “You must be the gang dismantling the Frame units posted here?” The gangster rolled his shoulder again, causing Typhon to tick his claw. “Guilty as charged, Exo. We got a few of your kind too, took enough pieces. Not enough to have you ‘revived’, yeah?”

While Typhon had the majority of attention, Banner had his own look. A slight sneer, hard to see in the dark quarters. These part-stealing scum were the objective. Since the City Guard couldn’t risk upsetting the civilians here into a small revolt of agitated rights and give the gangs more fuel to their upstarting, they sent two of their own to take care of it quietly. So here they were, two Guardians against six. There were probably more somewhere, but immediate problems first.

“They must have been new. Disgusting.” Typhon snarled, the darkness shrouded the quivering outline dancing his body but his partner could feel it. The gathering ions of Arc energy surged through him. “We’ll fix that.”

Immediately taking that in consideration, the two ‘guards’ snapped their weapons up to take the two down while they were open. However, the Exo were much quicker. The puffs of leg pistons sent the pair in their intended directions. Banner crashed his way through one of the women and bashed his armored head against one of the Awoken’s face with a loud crunch. Typhon was on the kill like a prowling cat. Bullets were flying at his direction but the big Exo angled his body in a way that caught the gang’s speaker into a savage rend of claws across the chest from the right side and up to the left shoulder. One iron vice caught the man’s collarbone, heaving him up the moment his boots pushed off the crate and taking the person with him.

Catching the edge of the top crate,his weight lessened for a brief moment with arc energy pushing through him. Typhon bounced and came back down, using the screaming man’s body as an adequate meat shield to streak across the courtyard again before using him as a living javelin. He tossed the man with one swift movement, sending him onto members who made an attempt at rushing him.

Banner wasn’t nearly as acrobatic. Each movement was a precise and fierce blow. Leaving the Awoken reeling with a crushed nose and upper jaw, the small Exo caught an extended electric-baton by its wielder’s wrist and finely snapped it to the side at the small motion of kicking another’s plasma torch in the air with the cost of some broken fingers. With a sick drop, his heel popped the other arm from its socket and a free fist gave one straight punch to the ribs.

One swift crunch, shattering ribs beneath his fist.

Screams became yawns of struggling pain, but Banner drowned it as he hurled the crumbling human into his dangling-armed friend single-handedly. Squinting at the count in his head, his body snapped into action with hands lifting in front of the guards. He just barely stopped a full automatic barrage with an output of Arc, the crackling energy popping the heated projectiles into harmless spits of metal by the time they pelted his body.

The show of power had the woman agape in shock, obviously they hadn’t handled Guardians that were ready for them. Her eyes flicked at the other Exo holding one of her fellows by arm, twisting him one way and another with ruthless yanks as he was trying to pull it out before hammering a blurring fist into a knee and right behind the ribs. Immediate crippling.

“Fuck this.” She spat, turning tail and running in the same direction that the last Awoken in the group was heading for. However, Banner wasn’t letting that happen. His eyes burned and veins boiled with the weaponizing of his inner light. Hands opening, feeling the focus reconnecting and suddenly crackle into fists of righteous electricity.

“You’re not going anywhere!” His electronic-jittered voice roared and when one made the mistake of looking back, they saw a Striker pouncing with his Fists of Havoc primed. Stories were well told about that, the videos of the Crucible showed them...and they knew - no one but the most heavily-armored survived a Striker and his Fists of Havoc.

*** Banner stood over the spot where they once were; Where there had been two people - criminals under the law and practical murderers and torturers of his kind - there was now just atomized remains. His hands clenched and relaxed, feeling something akin to phantom tensions. His robotic mind was trying to comprehend, but something told him to ease. They were bad, they had go. Prison and exile wouldn’t have helped...would it?

He was staring, warily. Killing was easy, yeah - after fighting hordes of aliens and robotic menaces for as long as he did - it was as simple as stepping on a bug. Humans were strange; one would think every form of life would unite against their frontiers of enemies, but Humanity had an odd penchant to do dumb things. Perhaps, that is part of their programming too.

This time, Banner was aware of his surroundings and he felt Typhon behind him. That familiar speck of Light wrapped in some form of anomaly. The larger Exo walked next to him and looked at the spot as well. “Targets neutralized. We got ‘em. Ka’s digging into their communications now…” He reported. “The Vanguards asking for us to come back.”

Banner was still quiet for a moment.

“I know it isn’t easy.” Typhon inputted, his voice managing to be gentle and sympathetic despite its deep, gritty tone. “Killing the Humans aren’t the easiest feeling, make you feel like uhm...those ancient warning vids about A.I. rebellions, hm?” The brown Exo quirked his lips at that and couldn’t help but grin at the other. “You are terrible at this.”

“Being sympathetic is hard, don’t know how you youngsters do it.” The older Titan quipped with a huff.

Moving slowly, Banner wrapped his arms around the larger mech, “maybe you should just stick with one of these.”

It took a couple seconds before strong arms wrapped around the smaller Titan with a short squeeze. “Yeah. Also, um...thanks.”

“For what?” Banner spoke, muffled against Typhon’s chest.

“For helping.”

“You are so vague.” He spoke, answered by a teasing chuckle. “Can’t spill all of my beans, as they say.”

“Old mech.”

“Pup.”

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alsharqawy · 7 years ago

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Don't ever "hurry to judge ; nor to make any assumptions ;

no matter what"...

Please, I ask you this,

because I (for an example) am "unpredictable" in every way & so is my fate/destiny, as it actually been always, and will continue to be... Therefore, I've learned a lot, to not ever do or think or feel in such a way that made me realize through the experiences that it'd turn the whole fated-specific-situations into an entirely different "mixed-up, foggy" outcome...

💫 May be this is why I've been keeping it all out there, on the table, with all of my cards are being faced-up...

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Then I even have brought it with me to that point/level of both:

"Authenticity, Integrity, Honesty and Being-truly"

"Letting-it-all-go

and

Creating-anew"

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"by the way"

work

as a freelance-

"Writer/Editor/Translator along with all the writings & editing in these languages (Arabic+English+French)

"All Inclusive Computing Services"...in which I can apply all of the mentioned above while using the programs that I personally installed on my computer 💻 along with all the windows installation specifications and working professionally on most of the common programs including the "Office suite" & the "Photoshop" of course.... And I have added the services that's relevant to the e-marketing + web-development & such... And that's when I ran by chance to work with one of the famous business leaders in our city (which is also famous for its unique location "on both the River-Nile & the Mid-White-Sea) and on top of all that, its famous Carved/Engraved Wooden Furniture, which I had the chance to work with one of the most popular & successful business-men during the time period of 2008 till February 2012... I worked with several factories & establishments during those years, had many positions in each one of them, specifically in the "exporting department"🏬 till I made enough knowledge, awareness & worldwide connections that could be "way good enough" + my own specialized skills in doing my own work-services to any one who's actually seeking a good & better service than the rest of the nonsense we all witnessed all the time, every where...

That's all good of course, and you may have wondered why have I been transferring myself from one business/work/place to another all the time... And the answer is simply united in all the world🌍 Working for "others" is always draining one's own life' energy...etc... They all are alike, in each country, every where, like a real-life' vampires or something more like it!... Even that 1st one I have ever worked with "my uncle", he's actually the middle son of the only sister to my late father... And that "uncle" turned out to be vicious & has so much weird unexplained hate in his twisted self, to the point "as I remember" he once came to our house to argue with my father about {how rightfully he thinks of himself as he has the right to claim a part of our own"owned" house🏡}, I never forget how angry & sad he caused my father to deeply feel, while my dad was the only one who actually always visited them before & after his sister died & her husband too, my dad never saved his energy in whatsoever as long as it was going to help his nephews & nieces feel better about their lives, in every which way he could...

And although all that contrast & oppositions between such close-humans-relationships ; but that never let any of us down "concerning humanity at least", we (specifically, my father & me) were always up-to-help, without never thinking of any return nor even a "thank you"...

My Dad has passed-over in November 4th 1998, he was my Idol in every way, even though, as a very "rebel" teenager back then before 98 of course, we both were like one & his opposition, with so many arguing situations which all of course been caused by me being...well "me", and he being "his", and with saying "his", I mean a very "idealistic" man who's so compassionate, talented, home&family-oriented with very iconic & still reasonable high standards, modest, down-to-earth human-being!"... That's he being "his".... His birthday was in mid-July (15th) & my mom's in mid October (15th)! I pray for my father to be in a beautiful better place & resting in peace as I hope for my own self one day, to be all together in the heavenly garden of Aden, and I pray for my mom to be in a good health and to be able to let her worried mind be at ease and care-free as she should very well be in this stage of her life of course, I try & I do help a lot from time to time, if not on a daily basis, indeed... As do my sister as well, my sis is July 31th 1974, single, working as a Doctor Teaching French-literature in the college in the same city, we still all living together, for we already have a home/house of our own, that has 3 floors, my bro (November 3rd 1971) got married & living in the apartment above since 2004, has Jana & Jodie adorable two little angels, he's a Chemist at the Official-Water-Company in the city...

And as I was saying we all (mom, sis & I) have got to be together through this, specially since 2000, when mom had a stroke & moved to be hospitalized in the main "Heart Academy" in the capital city of Cairo, and stayed there for months, and I was forbidden by "her 4 brothers" my uncles, to even go to check on her, ever, they "between themselves & their wives" have considered/announced me as an outsider, since I "in their book" wasn't good enough for their standards & how life should be lived!!!

Because of the way they were "hearing" about me "being me" before that in years!!!

in that mean-time, I was here in my same-old-same-city all alone in the whole house, because my sis did of course go & stay with my mom during the whole time, except for 2 or 3 days to come in here to get something done & go back to mom, while I am still all alone in this house... my bro? You can say I was even loner with my bro at home, than with him not at home at all!

Yes, he's just "being him"!!!

Anyways;

I did "rebel"

as I always do,

but this time in a very different & unexpected way, even from me to me...!...

I (before this rebellion to even begin) was smoking two packs a day, along with pain-killers of very powerful type of course, occasionally drink or smoke weed, both, or not at all,

I just wasn't labeled

nor attached to anything whatsoever...

So, coming in those "testing days" while mom & sis away from me (5 hours car-travel) with no ability to go and see her, I could of course, against all restrictions, I would, but I didn't, because I knew how "caring" mean indeed, than they mistakenly thought they did... for if I ever went there & caused any kind of upset in the atmosphere around my mom, while she's in that very critical condition, they would all "point fingers at me" saying, "he is "meaning I am" wronged in everything and came to make my mom even more ill than she already is & may even cause her to...heaven forbid...! God! Of course, I didn't hand them that satisfaction & just stayed "low", very-unusually-for-my-own-habit "low".... And even did cut-down smoking at once without even noticing any feedback from its own withdrawal-influences & of course, along with whatsoever else that's mainly "bad", for my own health at least & also was a very bog factor of a distraction in a "time" that's just needs a hell of a "fighter", not a "smoker" or another shit... So, I developed everything "good" that's in me, and made it "in deed" out there in the "normal daily life", through at least making the house/home as much as mom would do when she's good as new, so I did it all, I went from a person who don't even make simple fast Sandwich of cheese or any other something, to a person who make a "Cake au chocolat" & a very good one indeed, in each and every morning when mom got home, plus making luch for all of us, and of course I cooked two types of meals as the list of mom's forbidden food on her health was quite long... I made it my job, to just take care of the whole home, basically "mom" and the rest is just as one... every day for 2 years and a half, cleaning, rearranging, cooking, making-errands, taking-care of mom, sis & even my bro... till she got a bit better with keeping on her "med" on due time, and started to get slowly step by step again to make a life on my own for my own... And within a year, I did it, in a very Aquarian way, I became a very artistic hand-writing-designer in the city, making banners by my own bare hands with specific stuff that mold & spark & shine even on its own, with no lights attached to it, not around it... among other advertisements ideas & .... just in 3 or 4 months, I became dealing with the top-business-men & women in the city, without even having an office of my own that they could come by & see it, I worked from home, without a business card, nor a mobile phone, nor any "usual" thing, and they all trusted & dealt with me, on just because I was "being me"... those 3 to 4 month were exactly happening in the winter & spring of the great year of "2003"!!! Only to get a partial "Amnesia" accidentally on 1 sec around 6 or 7 pm on June 12th 2003... I lost a lot of my existing memory back then actually, really, even when my sis came (as they afterwards told me all about what I still not remember at all), when my sis came to visit me at the hospital, I said to her in a very innocent & spontaneous way: "if you just have came 15 minutes earlier; you'd have caught "dad", he was just her & left before you come"!!! AND she just went outside-all-crying....

And the "journey" went on.....

Thanking God in everything & for everything

of which some I know and a lot that I don't, as we all...

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Although all of the heartbreaking that I have had my very own large part of, during the very welcoming-heart-open- spontaneous journey of my own way in life...

Through it all ;

along with all the turned-double-face/backstabbing "friends"... And each & every single thing/experience/feeling that you'd actually think of...!

👀

Here

I am

Mahmoud Souliman Alsharqawy

that's my 1st - middle & last name

Born on Jan 26th 1978,

10:30 am (local-time),

Damietta - Dumyat, Egypt.

I really don't know how to be so focused enough to come-up with a specific question that would in its answer open the door for me to a paved road of spontaneity, productivity & prosperity...

I'm just so confused by all that life has already let me go through for all my life, because I have literally been living my life "LIVE" ever since I was just 5 years old... which was the first year I ever worked and began working & continued working ever since, at first it was at my uncle's fashion-factory, they "my family" decided to let me be with him each summer "working", only because they couldn't "handle me, nor my rebel-flowing-energy", I therefore wanted just to be "out & about", no matter what///.... still, I was among the top 3 of my class in school, each year, my overall marks at the finals of every year were all FULL-MARK 200/200. Till the next phase of my life came along & I became so divided on so many varieties of activities & interests that no 24-hours could ever be enough for'em... Practiced Kung-Fu, Gymnastics, Creative-writing {had my own poems in both languages English & Arabic}, Basket-ball, Foot-ball, Swimming, Ping-Pong, and so many other interests/hobbies that all were equally interesting to me & I Aced them all as well...!

Not to mention my ever-lasting-on-going "relationships", world-wide, since the mid-90's through (remember those organizations that were able to let people from all around the world could write to each other, through 1st we send our own info & they compare it to what they have from others & do matching, we wait about 3 weeks or 2 at best to get a letter through the local post-office & all, and see who would be our match is, and gladly write be to her "in my case", and... wait another weeks... I think the organisation named "ICS" & the other organisation was "TransWorld" and both were in Finland as I can recall, I got their address from their own adds in a local popular magazine that was a hit in our country in those days, it was called

"The Youth" So many great things have happened, in a blink of an eye, in both the 80's & the 90's and suddenly came the 2000 & life just took a whole different turn & a whole different way of turning!!!

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As I mentioned before when I fell down on the edge of the sidewalk that we were setting on... with my height 6.1 & without choosing a way of falling as it's all sudden in very fast speed of very short time, and I fell on the back of my right-ear, that thing that is responsible of channeling the fluids from the spine to the brain & also for balance...

I took 2 years in treatment... One year & a half I was re-educating myself from the scratch

"talking & speaking the words that are actually on my mind".... & then 3 years more to remember my own way in living, my skills, my talents...!!!

In the very beginning, after I got home🏡 from the hospital🏥

One night, after midnight,

One of the high-school "sweethearts" when she knew about what happened "she knew from one of the female friends that came and visited me while I was in the hospital laying in bed with those salty-fluids attached in my veins... And when she knew, I was already in the house continued on the medical treatment from one famous doctor specializing in the surgery of the brain and its nerves... And I was working on my "talking" which was so much getting on every sensitive nerve in my already damaged brain... So, that girl 👧 phoned me one night in the very late hours of it... I was setting up on the small sofa that I like, after I turned it around to face the TV 📺 and my headphone 🎧 bugged into the TV so I can watch & hear the voices out loud 🔊 in the MBC 2 movie channel without hurting anyone in the house with any of the noise... So, she called me & after saying hi and how am I feeling during all of this, she noticed that I'm not "being me" at all as she surely could know even on the phone, specially on the phone... So, while she sensed that I'm being hurt deeply inside, for just not being able to speak my mind normally & spontaneously as I have always been... So, without even saying anything about it, she just went from talking with me smoothly in whatever general matter & then into the next, nonstop, with that sense of humor that could actually let me even continue with her in that "life'talk"

Continued doing that in every single late-night, for more than 3 to 4 months, as I can remember!

Adding that the entire right-half of my body 🌗 from head-to-toe was hardly feeling anything when touching or even pinching (if I said it right)

And those two very obvious signs "the difficulty in talking & the senseless half of the body" those were just the two obvious signs

about

"me being"

"not me at all"

those two have took over 2 years & 4 months to actually get "better" & then another few years to just be "okay" and as that "doctor" said to me during that last part, he said:

"whatever you do ; do not include (staying-home-till-getting-better) as an option at all & no matter what...

For your real unique treatment is actually during "you being" in living-life-itself... It's always has been the greatest teacher to all & also the most efficient and effective healer of all".

That session was just supposed to be a normal checkup, my mom & sis were inside the the room & setting on the doctor'office-table-chairs that are facing his own main chair, but they're listening to the doctor' as well as me, while I was setting on the side of the Chaslong or what's its proper name?! Anyway, I, during the very first words of his, just put my hand in my pocket & brought-out my cigarettes'box & the lighter and opened it & took a cigarette into between my lips & just lit it up during all the time I was eye-to-eye with him, nodding, not even a blink👀

"mom and sis" could really have a hard/heart-attack, and she both sigh out loud saying my name with a very not believing tone, but the doctor swiftly & smoothly raised his hand ✋ to them while saying "it's okay" and looked at me ; saying "but I'm just concerned if you're a heavy smoker or just occasionally"... In that one moment of pure spontaneity, I actually regained a very important part of my memory, which is "speaking English" and I instantly replied to him saying in English "no, no worries doctor, it's just occasionally & I've been out of it several times as I please when I do, thank you so ; though"

& he in return responded to me with that line I mentioned a bit earlier "about : whatever you do...." he said all those words back to me in "English"

The weirdest thing of it

That none of us was even a little surprised by the other... Except of course my poor mom & sis 😂

As life & living go by ; I found myself having spent more than

10 whole years

in life itself

as it is my own completion of the rest of that very treatment!

🔆

& ever since

I've been in & out of jobs

(in which I was working for others)

till I had it

got it all over with...

And been on my own,

very very "own",

since March 2012 till this very moment...

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