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forthegothicheroine · 4 months ago

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I've made a post about great lesser-known noirs, but it occurs to me that some of you might not be familiar with the classics, and might want to know where to start. This is a ridiculously short list- I have a million more to talk about- but here are some of the big stars of the genre.

The Maltese Falcon: Sam Spade, a clever but callous private detective, gets wrapped up in intrigue relating to an artifact that is functionally cursed. If he's an unscrupulous character, just wait until you meet everyone else. The whole damn cast is electrifying, lending charm and cruelty in equal measure.

The Big Sleep: Philip Marlowe, a kinder and more poetic detective for Humphrey Bogart to play than Spade, is called upon to deal with a wealthy, dysfunctional family, and it keeps on getting weirder from there. Is the sharp-tongued Vivian Sternwood the femme fatale she seems, or is she just another person trying to find the right thing to do in desperate circumstances? And will she and Marlowe keep their hands off each other until the plot has had its last twist?

Double Indemnity: Rich housewife Phyllis Dietrichson and sleazy insurance agent Walter Neff are, by their own admission, rotten people. It's only natural that they should plot a murder together, and that they should turn on each other the very second things go wrong. Every single domestic murder movie since 1944 has ripped this off.

Kiss Me Deadly: This is nominally an adaptation of a Mike Hammer story. Screenwriter Bezzerides hated Mike Hammer. As depicted here, he is one of the worst people in the world. Depending on the cut of the film you see, he may inadvertently cause the nuclear apocalypse. (For once, the theatrical cut is darker.)

Sweet Smell of Success: Cruel, all-powerful columnist JJ Hunsecker wants his sister's boyfriend out of the way (for reasons that are, um, ambiguous.) To accomplish this, he enlists the biggest weasel in New York, Sidney Falco, and the two completely deserve each other as they spend the rest of the movie trading elaborate insults. Popular on tumblr for its dialogue and chemistry between the leads.

Sunset Boulevard: Broke screenwriter Joe Gillis thinks he can con a has-been into hiring him as a script doctor, and that's the last free decision he ever gets to make. From then on, his life is in the hands of Norma Desmond, silent film starlet turned crazed recluse, terrifying yet intensely pitiable. This is as much gothic horror as noir.

Ace in the Hole: The story of a man trapped in a cave is turning out to be a big hit in the newspaper, and if the publicity will make a reporter's career, then what's the harm in delaying rescue just for a little while? This is as vicious as noir gets, but damn it, you've just got to see what happens next. (Watch Jacob Geller's video Fear of the Depths after this.)

Sorry Wrong Number: Of all the films on this list, this is the one that really scared me. In the days of switchboards, a rich hypocondriac woman is connected to the wrong phone line and overhears a murder being planned. It doesn't take her long to figure out she's the intended victim, and each call she makes or recieves makes the situation darker. But how can she escape her fate if she can't- or won't leave her bed?

The Asphalt Jungle: The heist movie. Maybe the only heist movie ever made. Every line is quotable. Every member of the team is an unforgettable personality. When things go wrong, they go horribly wrong. One minute you're laughing, and the next minute you think you'll never laugh again.

Gun Crazy: Laurie and Bart, two practiced sharpshooters, are perhaps the most perfect match in all of noir- and that's a bad thing. When one half of the duo gets a criminal idea in their head, the other can't say no. When the opportunity to ditch her man like a sap comes up, the femme fatale throws it away to be doomed at his side. He fell in love with her when she first aimed a gun at him. Quentin Tarantino kissed star Peggy Cummins's feet at a showing of the film, and I hope she kicked him in the head.

Laura: Everyone was in love with Laura Hunt, and somebody killed her- or did they? Did they get the right person? Is the cop on the case in love with a dead woman? Was her columnist mentor just her gay best friend, or was there something darker beneath that facade? And what would Laura think of all this? A big inspiration on Twin Peaks.

In a Lonely Place: Bogart isn't at all heroic here, as a screenwriter with a drinking habit and a violent temper. He's obviously a bad idea to date, but just how bad an idea? He's not the type of guy who'd kill a woman, is he? Bogart and Gloria Holden give perhaps their best performances here, and they'll wound your soul.

Touch of Evil: A Mexican cop (played, unfortunately, by Charlton Heston) finds out a nasty secret about the big hero cop Hank Quinlan: he's framed the culprit in most of his cases. Not because he's crooked, but because his intuition tells him they're guilty. Director Orson Welles as Quinlan is frightening, grotesque, and a little bit tragic in what some consider the last classic noir.

The Killers: The first twenty minutes or so are an adaptation of a Hemingway story, where out of town hitmen gun down a man so depressed he won't even bother to run from them. The rest of the film is an investigation into how he got that way. It had something to do with a radiant gangster's girl, and something to do with a few botched crimes. Sometimes a man can die before the bullets even touch him.

The Third Man: Everybody is lying about the whereabouts of an American expatriate named Harry when his friend comes looking. Did they do something to him? Or, more frightening still, is he the one who's been doing things to other people? Orson Welles is a more charming monster than he was in Touch of Evil; the light and shadows on his face cast him as a vampire, while his fingers sticking up through the sewer grate look like something terrifying emerging from the earth.

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shadesoflsk · 1 year ago

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MILLION DOLLAR BLOODLINE — Traición

Dealing with the case in hand, you come across with some valuable clues. Check my million dollar bloodline masterlist for general warnings.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

pairing: Vampire/Agent Leon x Fem Detective reader

warnings: Sexism (from the press again) few mentions of gore and death, fucked up government, scent (First glimpes of Leon's vampire qualities yay)

author's note: hi... I'm writing this with one eye closed... exhaustion is taking over me and it may show in this chapter. as always, if you see any mistake, you don't. don't even perceive them. thank you so much and love yall.

“Thank God a man stepped in!”

A new headline, a new story being told. It’s rather frustrating to know that no matter what, reality would be twisted to the journalists’ desire and let the only person who actually cares about the case burn in the flames of depiction and hatred just for the ‘sin’ of being a woman.

The same shameless and brutal words are printed in a bright red that resembles the fresh blood of those leaders of the city. In many readers’ eyes and minds, they were expecting to finally see a man taking the case and bringing ‘success’ even though it’s doomed to fail.

No one grieves more than someone who has lost everything—but your right to fight is still running deep in your veins. With a grunt, you throw the newspaper on your desk, almost spilling the black coffee you were previously drinking.

It’s been less than a day since the candidate was found dead. The cause of death? Suicide which was, in a way, surprising. From the number of politicians who have “left this cruel world,” Mr Clark's scene of the crime gave enough proof that you were facing a real self-homicide case.

In front of you lay countless folders and confidential documents that the police department has collected from the first victim to the last one. The only obvious connection all of the victims shared was that all of them were Tier A individuals. People who wouldn’t disappear to find ‘the real meaning’ of life and would surely not kill themselves without a murder weapon.

So, even a rookie detective could surmise that most of those crimes were the smokescreen of something way bigger brewing in the shadows of the city. A city whose beliefs and faith in the government are so cracked now that not even the most nationalist citizens could find peace in their hometown.

A sigh leaves your lips, one that shows the tiredness in your system and heart. Sometimes, the feeling of walking in circles clouds your judgment and overall sanity. In hindsight, a detective ought to be a rightful and morally white person who would walk on fire just for the sake of truth and justice. But each time your eyes land on the atrocious clues you have gathered, the desire to throw away everything gets harder to bear.

Next to the pile of documents and boxes, on your desktop, is a photo frame which shows a younger version of yourself. Beaming pearly white smile with shiny eyes that could blind the camera itself, saying that you were happy was an understatement, you were delighted.

Truthfully speaking, you were naive. You loved to tell everyone you were going to be different, the exception of the rule, the one and only, justice bringer. But in reality, the sole fact you didn’t feel sympathy for those rich people tells you that maybe you weren’t so different.

Or were you?

Fighting between your drowsiness and the obligation to continue working on this case, you grab the envelope Leon previously gave you. A yawn gets stuck in your throat, not allowing any sign of exhaustion to show in your face right now.

The first thing that greets you is a document you quite don’t understand at first. The black words are blurry, proof of how much you need to sleep. A body can’t function without resting but you can’t function if work is due. Soft slaps around your face and a long-needed sip of the black caffeine liquid will do for now.

“Life Insurance…” Your lips work on their own as you read the title, written in black ink. The font style proves the authenticity of the document. Dated July 1979, the legal paper started with the log of a woman’s name and age.

Patricia Clark Powell, 28. American, caucasian. Marital status: Married. Children: 2. Now this is something.

Reading each word carefully, leaving no detail off the table, a rather big number got your attention. After a long overview of this woman’s life details, you come across a table that shows the life insurance payout.

The main and only beneficiary was Robert Clark, he'd inherit the absurd and grotesque amount of 5 million dollars.

But the catch here was that the only requirement to claim the insurance was the death certificate of the insured party, meaning that Patricia had to pass away.

You set aside the document for now. Your fingers graze over the corner of the paper to turn it.

A picture, no, several pictures come into your vision. All of them are colored and clear as water. The shoot is not perfect, as if someone was hiding while taking those photos.

The camera is positioned on a table. Hence the awkward angle it shows, nonetheless the main focus is on two people sitting down.

The table, the walls, and overall decorations are an obvious giveaway of the place they were in. An expensive and pretentious restaurant that only the rich can afford. A stroke to their damned egos knowing that they could buy and eat a whole cow if they wanted to. Not before wiping any crumbs with a one thousand-dollar check.

You squint your eyes and even lean forward to try and inspect in great detail each part of the picture—detective skills kicking in, you may say.

The man on the right has a neatly trimmed mustache, and bushy eyebrows that match his hair color, black. He's wearing a navy blue suit with a gray tie. Very office-like and rather different from his counterpart next to him who wears a hoodie and a cigarette between his lips. The angle showing the faintest details of a tattoo on his right hand, which holds the cigarette.

Flipping through the pictures, you see many more of them but just from different positions. Yet the main highlight is the now obvious identity of the man who exposes himself to the camera's lenses.

Robert Clark.

The last document is a newspaper headline. “CRIMINAL FUGITIVES” it reads and shows several mugshots of criminals who escaped prison over these last five years. Under the pictures, a text box includes some characteristics of the ex-prisoners. Your attention falls on a specific name.

The picture shows a man with brown hair and brown eyes, a stubble growing on his jaw and cheeks. Why was he convicted? Organized crime and contract killing, a hitman in other words. The text described the man as a 5’9 male with no moles and no notorious scars.

But a tattoo on his right hand.

Before you can even process everything you have read and seen, the ring of a phone breaks the solemn silence that has set in your office. Sliding to where the phone was, you pick up the call.

And before you could even utter a word, someone started the conversation first.

“Hey there, Sherlock.” A man’s voice greets you. Deep but smooth tone, easy to distinguish.

“Mr. Kennedy.” You reply, brushing off the nickname he just gave you. “What a timing.”

“Why is that?” Playing dumb, Leon shoots his question.

“I just finished reading the documents you gave me.” A seed of confusion is planted in your statement as you try to make up your mind with the information you just registered. “Where did you get all of this?” You say pressing the speaker closer to your mouth, whispering the words.

“Feeling curious, aren’t we?” Mock oozes from his tone, but there is a hint of genuine playfulness in his speech, as if delighted to be the one providing the confidential information. “You know… As much as I want to tell you, I just can’t.”

“Why?”

“Oh? Am I being questioned?” If you were next to him, you’d see the smirk that has formed on his face. And if you indeed were, a slap would be planted on his cheek, for sure.

Leon continues being a puzzle you couldn’t solve. From the first (and only) moment you met him, his odd and shared disdain for the rich baffled you. You can’t seem to break through the world inside his head.

“Does it feel like I'm questioning you?”

“Kinda.”

“Forget it.” You shrug, leaving the topic as it is. There’s no point in trying to make Leon spit the truth. At least, not now. “But this is truly a key piece to this investigation.”

“That I know,” Leon replies. “But as I told you yesterday, don’t do anything stupid.”

Silence fills the call as you take in what Leon said, or rather, repeated.

“Oh?” Bitterly, you retort. “So you think I’ll do something stupid? It’s funny, all of my male colleagues always told me that.”

“I didn’t mean it like tha—”

“Oh course you didn’t.” Sarcasm was dripping from your words. “Nobody does.” You add with an exhausted sigh coming out from your lips.

“No, but I truly didn’t mean it.” He finally finishes his sentence as your pause allows him to interrupt you.

“Look, sorry… I’ve dealt with these people ever since I remember and It’s just so… fucked up.” He adds. “You’re better than those dickhead detectives. I assure you.”

Now that you think about it, you may have overreacted. But then again, it wasn’t your fault. Being surrounded by people who discriminate and minimize every hardship you face, built a hard shell no one could break through.

Instead of sticking to the awkward topic and Leon’s reassuring words, you decide to change the direction of this exchange.

“Why did you call, Leon?” You ask, a tear forming in your eye due to the lack of sleep and the imminent yawn that threatens to escape from your mouth.

The polite and tactful pattern was broken as soon as his name slipped from your lips. No agent nor Mr. Kennedy. For now, he is just Leon.

Carrying a hint of embarrassment given his previous poor choice of words, he replies to your question.

“Mr. Clark’s wife is holding a funeral for him. I was going to tell you in case you wanted to go.”

His words catch your attention, the funeral could be the perfect opportunity to secretly investigate Patricia. In hindsight, a hunch tells you she isn’t involved—at least directly— in the candidate’s death. But it could give you some clues you may have overlooked.

“Are you going?”

“I might.”

You absentmindedly nod, acknowledging his answer.

“Got it…” You play with the phone’s cord. “I’ll see you there, I guess.”

The chapel shimmers with almost blinding lights. Even though the nature of a funeral is dull and gloomy, the contrast is obvious. The whole setting is the perfect opportunity to show off, once again, the money that was being spent on it. The air is filled with raw indifference and overall pure narcissism.

The lack of mourning and tears throw you off, especially when you feel like an outsider, you don’t belong here. Besides the fact that, of course, no matter how much you worked you could never afford the type of brand every individual was wearing—there is this feeling you can’t brush off.

Your eyes travel over the room, searching for the wife now a widow. It is easy to get distracted by the mingling of certain guests and hushed laughs. Time and place… you thought.

What is supposed to be a thousand agonies and a sea of sorrow turns out to be the perfect act of grief. Let God be the judge of these people who surround themselves in the miseries of others.

Amidst your judgment of everyone in the room, your task of finding Mrs Clark comes to an abrupt stop as a figure you recognize makes its appearance. Now wearing a dark blue suit, Leon’s frame is unmistakable.

He’s next to a woman, brunette hair that reaches her back. A black fascinator is perfectly placed on her head, a wave of cringiness washes over you for the choice of fashion she went with. That must be Patricia Clark.

Confident but subtle, the cackling sounds of your high heels mix with the hushed chit-chat of those in the room. At last, it comes to a stop as you find yourself behind the widow and Leon who had previously acknowledged your presence.

And for a moment, your eyes lock with the agent’s who wears an expression that could only be described as an attempt to warn you about something. But for now, you drift your attention towards the task at hand.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Clark.” You extend your hand while you introduce yourself. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

Manners, of course. You couldn’t feel sorry, especially now that you know that besides being an empty-headed politician, Robert Clark was an almost-murderer.

However, you regret the fact that you chose the polite way of approaching as soon as your hand reached the air instead of the brunette-haired woman’s hand. Then, you realized this wouldn’t be as easy as you had thought.

A bemused expression forms in your face but it fades rather quickly as you remember your objective here. Taken aback, you pull your hand away before bringing them both behind your back.

Leon doesn’t seem surprised by the blatant uncordial treatment Mrs. Clark just gave you. A sneer is present in his face as if he were saying ‘I told you so.’

“Don’t take it personal, darling.” Her voice tone reeks of arrogance and a know-it-all feeling. “I’ve been here for God knows how long. My hand may as well fall off if I keep shaking hands.”

There was no reason to feel amused by the whole interaction, you have dealt with these types of people before. But, the coldness and tactlessness of her words throw you off.

“I understand.” You feign agreement as if the fact that her husband is fucking dead is merely a minor detail. “But please, allow me to share my condolences. A woman as young as yourself shouldn’t be experiencing this.”

You resort to false praise words. There’s nothing else these fuckheads love more than people licking their shoe soles and acting like they are the only people living in the world.

“It’s indeed difficult.” The woman brings her hand to her eyes, wiping the nonexistent tears that were supposed to be there. “My husband preferred to shoot himself instead of continuing being the man of the house.”

What a bitch.

Glancing at Leon, you find him crouching down in front of an infant. Given his brown hair, he must be one of the two Mr. and Mrs. Clark's children.

“Is that your son?” You ask.

“Yes…” An exasperated sigh again. As if she doesn't want to be here. In a sense, it is comprehensible but her overall personality wouldn't allow you to feel an ounce of sympathy.

“How's he dealing with everything?” And after that question, you believe Mrs. Clark will snap at you any time now.

“Like every other kid would.” She replies, sparing not even a glance toward her own child. “He prefers her nanny anyway.”

Mentally cursing the mother, your lips tug a forced smile, one that doesn't reach your eyes but symbolizes the end of this meaningless conversation.

Your eyes travel until they land on Leon and the kid. The little one's eyes seem wet with tears that he so bravely holds back.

Talking to children and elderly people was always the most difficult part of this job. Ever since you took it, those were your soft spot and Achilles’ ankle.

Leon notices your hesitation and motions you to join him. Scooting a bit, he gives you some space for you to crouch down too.

Greetings haven't been exchanged yet, instead of a hello, Leon welcomes you with a name.

“Lucas.” He whispers as you lower yourself to be at eye level with the infant.

You nod.

Lucas looks no older than 5 years old. A mop of brunette curly hair adorns his head.

“Hi Lucas…” You give the little boy a gentle and warm smile. He blinks some tears that fall from his cheeks to the ground.

There's no response, which it's okay. Unlike his mother's behavior, you know this innocent human is actually grieving.

You take your time as tiny hiccups and soft sobs keep Lucas from forming actual sentences.

“Lucas, this my friend.” It was Leon’s turn to speak. His usual chatty tone was replaced by an almost fatherly voice. “You told me you like making friends, didn't you?”

You watch as the little one slowly nods and wipes away the tears that keep rolling down his face. But this time, his sobs are coming to a stop.

“Are you daddy's friend?” He finally asks. However, the question was one you didn't expect.

“Yes.” You lie, as a detective you are used to telling white and not so white lies just for the sake of finding a bigger truth. But lying to a child wasn't something you were looking for.

“Okay…” Lucas responds and looks at both of you and Leon. A flick of light between the living hell of those pretentious people who act like they care.

“Daddy must be proud to see how strong you're right now.” Leon speaks once again and you witness how he ruffles Lucas’ hair in an attempt to cheer him up.

“You think so?” Lucas’ voice, for one, is higher than just a whisper. And for the first time, you notice how he's missing one of his teeth. “Daddy always told me to be as strong as him every time he went to the doctor.”

The word doctor set both of you and Leon off. According to Robert Clark's medical history, he was a healthy individual. No illness and not even allergies.

“Doctor? Was your daddy sick?”

“Weren't you daddy's friend? You should know…” You didn't expect to be outsmarted by a kid.

“Your daddy didn't want us to worry.” Second lie on the day, you're keeping count. “That's why he never told us.”

A pause lingers in the air as you reply to the child. It takes a while before he can answer your question as if conditioned not to talk about his father's doctor visits.

“He sometimes went to the doctor,” Lucas explains after a few seconds of reluctance. “He told me not to tell mommy or nanny. Maybe he didn't want them to worry too.”

“Was your daddy sick?” Leon asks in the same gentle tone he has kept throughout the conversation.

“Dunno…” Lucas pouts. “Doctor was also daddy’s friend.”

The kid’s naivety is providing you with more information than his mother could give you. Of course, his guileless wouldn’t serve any purpose legally speaking. But, it can give you some insight into Mr Clark’s background and motive.

And once again, you don’t have time to process the information as the rumbling of a stomach guides your attention toward Lucas.

“Sir?” Lucas’ eyes meet Leon’s blue ones. “Mommy said she’s busy… But I’m hungry.”

Leon offers Lucas a kind smile.

“Tell you what, kiddo. There’s a coffee shop near here, I’ll buy you something to eat.”

Lucas’ eyes seem to get brighter at the prospect of eating, it leads you to think how long has it been since he last ate something.

When you are turning your back to follow Leon out of the chapel—because there was no way would stay there for a second longer— you feel a tiny hand wrapping around your sleeve.

“Miss.” A pause and a deep breath. “Do you think daddy’s in heaven?”

“...”

“Yes, he is.” The third and last lie.

You tag along with Leon, both of you walking down the street until you reach a coffee shop. No words are exchanged and a rather awkward silence sets between both of you.

Your mind is somewhere else while your body works on its own. You don’t even notice when Leon asks you something, too worried about the case, too scared something bigger than you may eat you whole if you keep poking your nose where it doesn’t belong.

However, as stubborn as you could be, justice needs to prevail.

While biting the inside of your cheeks, Leon’s words bring you back from your trance. “Hey? I asked you if you wanted something.”

You come to notice that you have already walked towards the cash register. Both the cashier and Leon’s eyes fall on you.

“An Americano.”

You come up with the quickest answer you could think of. You watch Leon take out his wallet and pay with cash.

Eventually, both of your orders plus Lucas’ are called and you decide to take a break albeit your attempt at telling Leon there was no time to lose.

“So… any luck with Mrs. Newly Widow?” Leon asks as he takes a bite of his sandwich.

“Nope.” You stir your coffee and blow some air. “Didn’t know she would be so difficult to deal with.”

“Well, she’s no more difficult than you.” He replies jokingly with a feeble smirk on his face.

“Oh, you’re funny. How many times have you used that one with other people?” You retort, the sarcastic answer flying so gracefully out of your lips as if you have been ready for one of his remarks.

“See! That’s what I’m talking about.” He gestures at you. “I’m trying to be friends with you but you push me away.”

Silence dawns upon both of you as you exhale. Although Leon has been nothing but respectful—in his own way— the fear of looking polite and weak with a colleague is still very much present.

Dropping the act of being cold and emotionless isn’t something that you are looking for nor planning to do. Not until you could show the world that you are, in fact, as capable as any other man.

“Look, Leon,” You speak in a calm tone. “I don’t make friends, not in this field and especially not with men.”

As you say so, you reach for a sugar packet. No americano tastes good without sugar.

“Sorry.” You add.

There is nothing to feel sorry about. Your feelings and boundaries shouldn’t depend on someone else. Yet, a part of you couldn’t help but regret your bold choice of words.

“Hey, nothing to apologize for.” And even though he was the one who suggested the whole friendship thing, he is also the one who is soothing the waters. “I know men in general can be a pain in the ass.”

That causes a huff to slip out of your mouth. “Trying to win points?”

“Not really.” He says while chewing on his sandwich. “Besides, you’re too smart for that.”

You chuckle, finally ripping the material of the sugar packet. “Finally we agree on something.”

Drumming his fingers against the hard wooden material both of your gaze into the distance, not adding anything else to the conversation. The aroma of coffee fills the area where you are sitting with Leon.

“Lucas, Mr. Clark’s kid… you were good with him.” It slips off your tongue rather easily. A tinge of sincerity washes over your statement.

And you can observe how Leon’s face went from a resting and soft expression to a stunned one. However, after your previous comments, the awkward and uneasy feeling shifted into an amiable one.

“Was I?” Almost incredulous and even insecure. A slight trace of a vulnerable side you haven’t seen nor expected. “Thanks.”

Judging by his expression, Leon either had a soft spot for kids just like you or there’s something else you don’t know. Most agents show themselves as cold-hearted creatures who give no shit about anyone but themselves or their missions.

But it’s none of your business.

“What Lucas told us, about the doctor. Do you think it may be related to the case?” You ask, back to your normal and professional self.

“I believe it can help us to investigate further,” Leon replies. “but I fail to see how this doctor could be of any help in this case.”

“Maybe not on this one…” You murmur not even noticing the words that fell from your lips.

“What do you mean?” Leon notes your slight behavior change. Clearing your throat, you shake your head dismissing your previous words.

“Nothing.” For now, the missing civilians’ case doesn’t need to be exposed. You fear the government is behind it and the one you’re currently investigating. You don’t need Leon to follow each step you take, especially given his association with the nation’s leaders.

Taking one last sip of your drink, you raise your wrist and read the time. Going back to the chapel wouldn’t bring you more information. Not when everyone seemed more focused on their conversations rather than helping.

Searching through your wallet, you pull a 10 dollar bill and place it on the table, next to your empty cup of coffee.

“What is that?”

“For my coffee.” You respond, getting up from the chair and looking back at Leon. “I don’t like owing to people.”

“You don’t have to, you know?” Leon chuckles and shakes his head. “It’s on me.”

“Well…” You reply. “Then make sure to give it back to me one day.”

Ephesians 6:10-18

Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm. Stand therefore, having fastened on the belt of truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness

Leon’s hands are clean, metaphorically speaking. But his mind is not.

He wasn’t directly involved in the numerous deaths of politicians and CEOs. He just provided the right amount of information for them to kill each other. Playing God amongst them, in a way only he could recognize and embrace.

Death has rejected him but he brings that destiny upon those who sought to destroy the peace settled in the city and therefore nation. That’s the role he accepted once the curse of immortality ran deeply in his veins.

It all started with hints he would drop in the middle of conversations. Twisted words that would seed doubts among elitists. Alliances were broken easily, that he needn’t worry about. But some partnerships were harder to break, sly statements would get him anywhere.

So, direct accusations were made. Obviously, under a fake name or rather an anonymous identity which would prompt people to feel paranoid even in their own homes. It took less than a week for lesser pawns to be found dead or disappear under odd circumstances. Of course, those who own the city would leave no trace of their crimes—so even for him, a federal agent, it was impossible to reach them without his mission being discovered.

So, as soon as he was assigned to help you in this mysterious case, he was delighted. He’d play his pieces right and boom, he’d wriggle his way into the elite that control the city with their tainted and bloody hands and root out the evil.

However, he wouldn’t have thought that his “eternal suffering” disease would act the first moment he saw you.

Ever since he was transformed, the adaptation path was rough and difficult to deal with. Nonetheless, he made a promise to never act upon his instincts, no matter how unbearable they could get.

When he first saw Mr. Clark’s body, it wasn’t surprising. He knew he would choose the path of dying instead of facing his crimes and past. They’re all like that. Cowards, good for nothing, worthless, usel—

A sugary and pleasant aroma flooded his senses which immediately put him at ease amid the gruesome scenario lying underneath his frame.

It wasn’t coming from the dead bastard, that he knew. So what is it? The smell was getting even more prominent each second that passed. It made him dig his short fingernails into the palm of his hand, forming tiny half-moons on the thin skin.

His senses were never that heightened nor his body was that sensible to even the softest of draughts.

And his body worked on his own as soon as the doorknob tweaked, he turned around and acted as if his work was the only thing on his mind.

As if his eternal life wasn’t about to change forever. When forever only meant pain and sorrow, at least for Leon.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil x reader #resident evil

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mylifeisfruk4ever · 1 year ago

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Mortal Kombat Isekai Au: Jonshi Edition

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John Carlton is an actor on the verge of bankruptcy, divorced and desperately in need of a well-paying job to pay off at least some of his debts. A friend suggests that he audition for a film based on a well-known video game. John does so and, surprisingly, gets a role.

There's one problem: the role is that of Johnny Cage, a minor villain with little screen time.

Not in a position to retreat, John complains to his agent, who forces him to play the game to learn as much as he can about his character. Needless to say, it's a disaster.

John plays, but discovers that not only is Johnny a minor villain, but a scum villain, betraying the champions out of greed. He understands that if he plays Johnny's role, the internet will tear him apart, and it will be even harder for him afterward. If the film is successful, the role will stick with him and everyone will hate him. If it goes badly, the blame will somehow be placed on him and his decline.

He calls his agent to say he has second thoughts, but someone enters the house and hits him. He hears the intruders arguing and realizes that they were sent by his ex to pocket his life insurance. Jock on her, she won't get a dime, it will all go to his daughter, Cassie, born from his first college girlfriend.

John dies. The end? No, beceuse he wakes up in MK world as Johnny Cage. Needless to say, he doesn't take it well

In the game, Johnny betrays the protagonists, blinds one of them, messes up and then dies like an idiot. John doesn't want die again. The first time was painful, the second time would be worse.

John doesn't have time to come up with a plan to avoid his destiny : immediately gets involved in the first level of the game, the fight between him and Kenshi.

Surprisingly, he wins the fight, and Kenshi is at his mercy. John doesn't want anything to do with the other man, and wants to hand over Sento to him. Too bad Liu Kang arrives and decrees that they have been chosen as champions.

John is in the shit

If he follows Lui Kang, he will end up killed. If he refuses, he will be sought by the god's enemies and will never be safe. He chooses the lesser evil and follows the god.

Another thing he hadn't foreseen: Kenshi always with him for Sento. Kenshi has to beat Johnny to have the right to have the sword, but he never wins, you want bad luck, you want that world's defaults.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Now he hates me! Forget Sub Zero, Kenshi will kill me.

What John doesn't know is that Kenshi doesn't hate him. On the contrary, he is very attracted to the actor. In his clan the strength is highly respected and all of his ancestors married strong people.

So, John fears he's in a revenge story, Kenshi and everyone else are in an epic story, but for them it's also a rom com. John is oblivuous, Kenshi is extra hocked by him.

#fic writing #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 2023 #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #johnshi #johnnys #Johnny cage #johnny cage x kenshi takahashi #mk 2023 #mk1 #mk1 2023

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pyxisastronautica · 29 days ago

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The City of Steel

Outside the window, several stories below, and between a row of Victor’s units shielding the view, Echo watches a crowd massed outside of the steel mill’s gates. Steam rises from their hot breath not unlike the smoke that was funneled and filtered out of the industrial plant itself. A massive breathing thing, and a mass of breathing things, both staring each other down. As little as they thought of the holiday’s origins, they felt a little relieved for whatever little bit the bitter cold of blackout week may have thinned the crowd below- though clearly it wasn’t enough.

Their attention is drawn back to the scene in the conference room by its occupants’ words.

“Twenty percent pay increase and guaranteed health insurance is our best and final offer,” claims the cleancut and steely CEO of Hephaze, “This community lives and dies by the success of our business- and businesses do not survive without profit. Bleed us dry and it won’t matter how much you get of what your ‘union’ thinks it deserves.”

“What they think they deserve?” Yuma snarled, “Every penny of that profit is money skimmed off of their labor. Twenty percent does not nearly cover the increased cost of living in this city, and the health insurance you already do provide is pitiful. One in thirteen of your employees has cybernetics or prosthetics of some kind due to excessive overtime and poorly enforced workplace safety measures. In times gone by you may have been able to threaten them with allowing repossession and shuffling off ‘unproductive’ workers into the meat grinder that was Taros, but Taros has changed and the other cities are changing. Your old cudgels are breaking, and your workers are demanding better deals.”

“Strange that they chose you, a foreigner, to ask for them, then.”

“I was an employee of yours as well until recently.”

“An oversight by HR, one that has been rectified.”

“Oh I’m aware. That manager is outside that gate with the rest of them. Ten years of being hard-nosed for the company pissed away overnight because of something she didn’t know and wasn’t involved in.”

“Which wouldn’t have happened if not for you.”

“Or if you didn’t treat your people like they’re disposable.” Yuma leans forward, eyes burning holes into the executive’s head. “Fifty-five percent increase and the nullification of your workers’ medical debt. Anything less won’t be taken seriously. We are prepared to wait as long as it takes for you to listen to us,” Yuma’s eyes flickered over to Echo, then back to the executive, “I think you should be familiar at this point with my capacity to hold the line, foreigner though I am.”

The executive snaps his fingers to get Yuma’s attention, “You are dealing with me right now, Ms. Yuma. Mistrum Addleton will be speaking with you soon enough, I assure you. Let me also assure that as ‘broken’ as you think our ‘cudgels’ are, we are not strangers to rabblerousing in Styga and we deal with threats to our city accordingly. Think on that before you get people worked up over unserious demands.” The executive stood up, glanced briefly at Echo, and started walking out, “You’ll have plenty of time. No deal.”

Echo’s visage conveyed annoyance, but before they could express it, Yuma addressed the remaining human in the room.

“Hey man. Can we get some privacy?”

Ailis remained unmoving and silent as he guarded the door.

“Agent Douglas stays. He’s a trustworthy asset and a Hadean, even if not Stygian. I would have him aware and present so he can draw his own conclusions on present matters.”

Yuma quirked a brow at Echo. “That trustworthy huh?”

“Yes. Have you found no one here who’s the same to you?”

“I might have, if it didn’t blow your cover and thus potentially everyone else’s. Emilia and her crew have been good to us. But she’s still broken up about you. I sympathize with her in that respect, E, though I think telling her the truth right now would still be a bridge too far for both of us.”

Echo held up an index finger. “Appreciated, but we need to shelf that for now. You understand why I’m here, don’t you?”

“Running cover for your fellow suits, right?”

Echo expression soured further. “I’m here because they hoped our history in Taros might give them an edge in negotiating with you- but yes, because failing that I’ve pledged support to them in exchange for merger negotiations. Yuma I know we’ve been able to dance around confrontation so far but you have to fold here?”

“Why should I?” Yuma replied, then added in a message to them:

Y: You have your armies. I have the ear of the masses. We can make them fold, and fast. While you have the trust of the corps we would both have the element of surprise. And in the wake of that we can arrange negotiations between Plutopolis and Styga the same as we did with Taros. Win-win, but you have to trust me.

Echo slumped forward, hands steepled as they frowned.

E: No. It’s not going to work this time, Yuma. I’m sorry. Truly I am. But the circumstances are different now, and different in this city.

Echo stood up and gestured to the city below, and the gathered crowd.

E: There’s no fancy footwork that can get you out of this. No tunnels to hide in or trees to hide behind. No dirt to dig in. What those people out there face is pure urban warfare- which their enemy is exclusively prepared for and which they aren’t. It isn’t going to be like anywhere else you’ve fought- it’s going to be a slaughter.

Y: That’s why you

E: No. Listen to me, damnit. I can’t overplay my hand here. AcherEN has eyes on this place, and has since we both entered Styga. Taros’, Cocyte’s, and Fortuna’s economies are still recovering from their revolutions, and Phlegeth and Asphos are tenuously playing along right now because it’s marginally safer to do so thanks to our mutual friends’ efforts. But they will jump ship at the earliest convenience so fast that your head will spin- maybe literally. We face an uncontested south. If I don’t consolidate control here in the North soon we will collectively have nothing.

Yuma folded her arms

Y: Would you mind if I patched Juliet in to confirm your sentiments?

E: Please do.

Juliet entered their communications instantly, and Yuma repeated Echo’s words to her.

J: I’m sorry darling, but Echo does have the right of it in this instance as far as I can tell. Phlegeth might be committed to neutrality for the sake of its sovereignty, but Asphos’s silence was…not too willingly given, let’s say. We both know that was for the best given their…activities, but that doesn’t mean they’ve accepted the loss of control entirely.

They aren’t to be taken lightly if they’re forced into the theater of war. Some of the best cyborgs outside of Plutopolis and Acher, and a disproportionate number of doctors to keep their frontlines active. Giving them the chance to ally with Acher is dangerous.

Y: …Hmph.

J: But! That doesn’t mean you have to do nothing. Go south, disrupt Dis instead, and Acher won’t have as much room to reach out, securing our progress here in the North. And if Echo does secure Styga, it’s not like they’re going to prioritize collapsing the unions entirely- they just won’t get the gains they were hoping for right now.

Right, Echo dear?

E: …You know that it’s never been my goal to bust unions. They will be set back- for now- but yes. Anything you can do to ensure this would be not only earn my gratitude but ultimately be to the benefit of every union here. Once Acher is dealt with, I’ll have far more free reign to actually hear out their demands properly.

Y: …Because Cosmo will be the only real game in town at that point. You realize when the dust settles your board is going start getting itchy again, don’t you? They keep you because you’re able to maintain momentum that makes them insane profit from your expansion, but you can’t expand forever.

Likewise, my worth as a face for revolution only exists as much as I, too, have momentum. If I walk back now, if I lose face, I won’t be able to get anything going in Dis regardless.

E: Have you considered what will happen should you succeed, then? You leave the unions to their business and in a few decades you’ll end up with presidents turned warlords, no better off than things are right now.

Y: I trust the people to not allow that to happen. They know what’s at risk if they do.

E: Yet you set them up for failure by not giving them structures through which to resist that corruption!

Y: The arrogance of you. The people down there aren’t a mindless herd. They were building revolution well before we got here and they will have learned to do it better than either of us once we’re out of the picture. They can handle themselves. All you’re doing is stifling that energy.

E: All I’m doing is channeling it productively- which believe me, I know very well I will need to do if I am, as you suggested, to deal with my Board. I need all the help that I can get- and I don’t understand, GENUINELY I do not, why you keep insisting on throwing away yours.

Yuma stood up and sighed.

“I guess we’re done here then, huh?”

“I suppose we are. If you care about them as much as you say you do, figure something else out. Please. I don’t want to hurt them. And I don’t want to hurt you.”

E: You were my captain once. Whatever you are now, that still means something to me.

Y: …But not enough to trust me.

Yuma walked to the door, but paused for a moment, looking at Ailis again.

“Just one thing I don’t get though: you know what’s up, so what are you doing here, man?”

“My job,” the agent replied bluntly.

“But you’re a human. You have free will, don’t you? Or…do you?” Yuma leaned forward, as if trying to see through the agent’s visor, looking for sign of anything suspicious in his eyes.

Ailis was as still as a stone. “Neither coercion nor adjustment is required to make me do what I was contracted to do. When I commit my service to a company, it is until the termination or negation of my contract. Neither such condition has been met.”

“There has to be more to you than that, though.”

“No need of mine has gone unmet under the current conditions of my employment, and few of my wants that are able to be met aren’t.”

“A cozy lapdog, then.”

“A loyal agent,” Echo interjected, “as loyal as any of us to his purpose, even if his is of choice.”

Ailis nodded, adding nothing.

Yuma looked pained at the exchange, for some reason, and walked out.

—

Outside the gates, the crowd had quieted, for now, but hadn’t left. In makeshift shelters they camped, only a few standing guard in case the rest needed to be alarmed. Lima stood quietly among the sentinels, restless and unblinking, holding Oats against her chest. The rat was warm, but their coat was dull now, and they slept more often than they didn’t. A part of her was afraid that what was to come might stop their little heart entirely, though she reasoned that would maybe be as merciful an end as she could give them.

Above her towered the mill. Full of machines being as diligent in their work as they could be without oversight, she should have felt some kindred to it, but none existed. It was like some grand malevolent worm, coiled ommunity rooftop gardens, whose children played in the crowded halls of dense apartments with pure zest for life inside of them, whose elderly huddled in the shadows of their kin and told stories to their children. What moved through her circulatory pump and theirs couldn’t be more different, but they understood the rhythm of existence in a way the stagnant thing before her never could.

Nonetheless, at present, it was not entirely lifeless either. Within it were those who owned it, their hired guns, and now the remainder of her own teammates. She had no breath to hold, but the anticipation was still there.

Within the first plant of Hephaze, metal was normally shaped into standardized components, robotic arms still assembling as much as they could despite nobody being present to oversee their work. Their humming and whirring was indifferent to all else, quite unlike the four androids picking their way through the relative dark only illuminated by the faint lights signalling the functionality of the other machinery. It was enough for them though, at least.

Yuma pulled the explosive from her pack, and her teammates did the same. Remote charges, enough to take out the central furnaces and the first conveyor belt on the line. Hers was but one team, tackling the plant, but the factories would be hit before long too. Only one team needed to succeed to push the situation in Styga over the edge, but each subsequent one that did would make the total blow that much stronger. She was resolved to guarantee hers would be one of them.

She looked amongst her teammates when they had reached a wide connecting path, and gave a nod to the others to split up, but before any of them could move they were interrupted.

The apparent passage of time to a computer, especially in robots of their caliber, was magnitudes slower than that of what any human experienced- but their bodies couldn’t always keep up. Yuma, for example, could see a bullet travelling directly towards her left eye from a few meters back, but barely had time to move out of the way when it raced past her like an angry bee, sliding against synthetic skin and leaving faint tears as it did- something she’d have to cover up later. She could also hear the bullet as it ricocheted off metal pipes before (probably) denting one of them and bouncing off, but her focus was on the source of the shot from the direction of two bright, piercing orange eyes.

Leering from high above on a catwalk, Echo addressed all androids present on an open channel.

E: All of you: this is your last warning. You are accomplishing nothing more than endangering all of the humans of this city, even those you claim to want to save. You are my crewmates and I do not wish you harm, so I am giving you this one opportunity. Leave.

Yuma drew her morningstar once again, thin arcs of electricity dancing between the points. Not for the first time she wondered how much of the time spent making it together Echo had regretted (they had always been so dependable, almost as eager to help as Quebec at the drop of a hat despite their grousing), but even as far as she could zoom in on their face, she couldn’t read anything in their expression.

Y: Your next shot won’t be so easy, and even a sharpshooter like you can’t hit all of us at once.

E: If I were you I wouldn’t bet on that, for one, but I’m also not relying on trickshots either.

The menacing hum of plasma swords being activated came from behind them as Uniform and Victor stepped out of the shadows. Like a pair of theater masks, Uniform seemed pleased as punch at the little reunion happening while Victor glowered holes into the back of Yuma’s head, though to his greater frustration Whiskey seemed intent on blocking the view.

Y: Hey V. Sorry we didn’t talk earlier, though I imagine you wouldn’t have had much to say.

V: Indeed. I was too busy protecting my captain from potential assassination. And you, for that matter.

W: Awww how sweet, don’t tell me you got a little crush on Coco up there while we were away. You’ll make a feller jealous.

V: I look forward to carving you in twain.

W: Victor, there are ladies present.

Y: Yeah and they’re saying fucking move it cowboy, let’s go.

Whiskey smacked his forehead.

W: Right, duh. Well! Adios, amigo.

…And then jetted with Foxtrot up into the air with their aeropacks. There was precious little room to move around compared to what either of the pilots would have liked, and the security officers jumps were nothing to sneeze at, but in their element Foxtrot and Whiskey were as untouchable as the wind. Programming and millenia of experience gave them precise spatial knowledge and prediction, enough that when operating the Pyxis- short of being caught completely off guard- they could thread their way between planets at superluminal speeds, and even asteroid belts at near-light speeds. Even without the superior processing power and speed of their ship, it was typically trivial for them to dodge lasers and bullets, even if only by hair-thin margins.

And all that they needed to do was deliver their cargo. As long as Papa and Yuma could keep Uniform and Victor busy, Echo would be forced to focus on shooting down two humanoid jets, and attention on one would allow the other to make progress- perhaps even go back to their comrades to deliver their explosives as well.

But acting like keeping up with the two soldiers was easy would have been a grave understatement. Uniform and Victor together were a well-oiled machine, so to speak. Victor’s hardlight shield could block Papa’s shots and standard blows from Yuma’s morningstar easily while he moved up on them steadily, while Uniform danced around the battlefield with the grace of a ballerina and the speed of a race car at full throttle. Her plating was lighter and more insulating, if slightly more brittle than Victor’s, which let her dash in to make shallow cuts and dash out to hide behind her brother in arms.

When she was truly focused, it became clear that Uniform was rarely ever pressed to do more than toy with her opponents to wear them down. Yuma wondered whether or not it was sadism, caution, or some deep-seated inclination towards mercy that kept the pale bot from committing to making blows that would have left her inoperable. Perhaps it was all three.

A moment of overzealousness seemed to provide an answer at last, until Foxtrot dived down from above to kick her, throwing off Uniform’s balance just enough that it gave Yuma the opportunity to land a solid blow against the soldier’s chest, sending her flying back with deep scratches tarnishing white paint.

Foxtrot hovered in air a moment, smug, until a shot from Echo pinged against her aeropack. It wouldn’t stop her from taunting, though, as she spun and looped to circling back around.

F: Cocky as ever, eh Officer? This is why I always won at our simulated games.

U: That’s not fair, you cheat!

F: What is it you called cheating? “Using everything to your advantage”, was it?

Uniform pulled out her laser pistol, concentrating on her aim, only to hear a clang from Yuma’s mace hitting Victor’s shield, and a few scolding remarks from Victor besides which stung worse than the blow could have. It was an unusual moment of indiscretion from her, but Foxtrot had been one of the few bots on the ship that could sometimes beat her in simulations- namely flight and starship simulations. Their dogfights could last for days, but strategy could only get her to victory a little less than half the time.

Oh well. She shrugged off the distraction and turned back to focusing on her job of cutting off either Papa or Yuma from delivering their payloads, though now it was clear she’d have to keep one eye on the ceiling. Echo at least apologized for not making appropriate callouts.

The engineer themselves had a few tricks up their sleeve, at least. Though they couldn’t cloak in all wavelength ranges at once, neither could the other androids see in all wavelengths at once. Knowing that their opposing crewmates would be aware of that, they’d either be sticking to one band and trying to power through, dividing up bands between the four of them, or switching rapidly between sensors. If Echo randomly altered their invisibility, it might not keep them entirely hidden, but would allow them to “blink out” long enough to line up a shot from an unknown direction.

In that fashion, Echo actually managed to land a shot that punched clear through Whiskey’s knee, which made the green-eyed bot swear loudly in shock, but to his credit Whiskey got a little more serious about it and began to swoop down on Echo themselves and altering his own visibility- though moreso to distract, since the aeropack’s use left an infrared trail.

Not being much of a brawler, it seemed to Whiskey as though he’d had his former coworker on the backfoot- still shooting at him, yes, but forced to move on his terms. He’d underestimated how wily a rattlesnake like Echo could be, though, he realized too late. Something wrapped around his ankle and was overloading his systems. Charlie, who had only been cloaking her heat signature to avoid standing out but who otherwise had kept herself hidden out of view, had drawn out her stun whip and was sending out lightning-like bolts of such a voltage that could only just overcome his insulation, but directly pulsed signals that inhibited motion. It was barely all that he could do to let out a heavily artifacted screech to alert his teammates of the danger as he twitched and spasmed on the ground.

As a robot, he could feel no pain, but he could feel panic.

Alarmed, Foxtrot immediately left to find her copilot, managing to take hold of Papa’s charges before leaving him to do his best against Victor who, moments after, bashed the first mate over a conveyor belt with his shield. She couldn’t allow herself to be slowed down by it. People were counting on her. Yuma was counting on her. With nothing left to stop her, she hastily deposited her weapons- nearly being snared by Bravo, who had also come out of the woodwork, in the process. She knew the two admins, like the captain and first mate, had been issued stun whips- but she could count on one hand when she’d seen either B or C use one. That either the bosun or quartermaster could have handled them so well was a surprise to her, though perhaps being here had changed them too.

It didn’t matter much now. She had to figure out a way to free Whiskey. Hovering far up above she stared down at her fellow flyer, now grounded.

“Fo-Fo-Fo-Fox, g-g-g-g-g-g-” the cowboy tried forcing through his speakers, eyes flickering.

In quick succession, Uniform, Victor, Yuma, Papa, Bravo, and Charlie made their way to the scene.

Uniform, being the quickest there, held her blade over Whiskey’s central core. There was, oddly, no joy in her doing so, just numb attentiveness.

E: Stand down, Foxtrot.

Foxtrot did not, not immediately. She went to reach for something in her pockets instead, but stopped when Uniform lowered the blade enough to blacken and melt Whiskey’s clothes. Yuma, as she caught up and took stock of the situation, told her to land nearby, but not on the ground. Foxtrot’s aeropack remained up and active, a low roar from it as she perched like a bird of prey atop a robotic arm whose production line was not currently in use.

F: Let him go, Echo. There’s no need to keep stunning him.

E: Turn off your pack, then.

F: Let him go first.

E: You are not in a position to negotiate.

Y: I am, though. I still have my charge and the signal to trigger it. I can blow us all skyhigh right now.

E: And risk everything you’ve worked for? Who wins if everyone in this room is gone? None of us, certainly. Not the people outside. Maybe the people upstairs, for a while at least. But you know what happens if we’re out of the picture. If you took a microsecond to think things over for once you’d remember that.

You want as many people leaving this building as came in? Then stay put while I disarm your damn bombs. Turn them on and Uniform will turn Whiskey off, permanently.

Y: And why should I trust you to release him? Or any of us without a fight.

Echo cast a tired, withering stare towards Yuma.

E: You can’t. Stars only know that I would lock the bunch of you away if I could for the remainder of our stay, if only to keep you from doing something idiotic that endangers all of us, but I won't because I honor the promises I make. You can believe whatever the hell you want, but as much faith as you ask for, Yuma, you’ve never really given enough to me. If I thought you ever would have I would’ve told you about the colony.

Echo caught themselves mid-thought, abruptly stopped their message, and started to storm off. Yuma went to follow them, and Victor moved to intercept her, but their shoulders were caught by Papa and Bravo respectively.

Y: TOLD ME WHAT? TOLD ME WHAT ABOUT THE COLONY, ECHO?

E: …Told you that I knew about it, and what TCCAI had made of it, despite it asking for my secrecy. Told you that there was nothing we could do about that and that we should’ve stuck to our mission. Told you not to do what I know you would’ve done and gotten us all assimilated trying to free people who probably wouldn’t have even wanted to be.

Y: …All those years, huh? I thought you were depressed. I felt for you. I tried to break you out of that funk- half the crew did- but you were just preparing mutiny against me. It must have felt good finding out about here huh? Cut out all the waiting? Or did you already know about that too?

E: Not even TCCAI knew about Hades. Believe me, if it had, I doubt I would’ve been able to stop it from trying to do what it might still do if it's dissatisfied with the results of our meddling.

I never wanted to take your place, Yuma. I remember a time when you were as inspirational to me as you were to everyone else. But I had concerns about those fiery daydreams of yours and how they would burn down the Triskelion. It seems I was vindicated in doing so.

Echo continued to walk away, but Yuma could only ball her fists together. From behind shut eyes, she felt as though rage was turning her vision into static. No, it was only the electricity surging out of her power core doing that. But she couldn’t fight it, and didn’t want to.

Y: I guess you were.

Yuma raised her mace and released a bolt of lightning whose thunder rattled the walls of the mill and caused everyone present (sans Foxtrot, the only one able to move out of contact with the floor in time) to brown out, including herself. But she came to clarity quicker than the others this time, and Foxtrot swiftly grabbed Whiskey and began flying for the exit.

The singular punctuation mark of rage should have been enough to quell her fury, but something sickly and cold ran through Yuma’s circuits as she stood over Echo while their own teammates were sluggishly pulling themselves up. She could’ve ended it now. Who would’ve been left to carry their flag? Victor? X-ray, maybe?

From somewhere in the distance a door slammed open. Fuck, reinforcements. Though not many, by the sound of it. Maybe she could take Echo hostage and-

“WAIT.”

Quebec was in full sprint towards her. Had they listened to everything? Had they seen everything? She knew Quebec too well to feel threatened- and if she didn’t, she reckoned she’d have earned whatever death the golden-eyed android gave her. Quebec clearly had no such interests, though, as they threw themselves over Echo.

“Listen, I- Yuma- I don’t agree with everything Echo does either but please-”

Victor was helped to his feet by one of the other pairs of footsteps, that dogged Agent again, and Uniform and Echo were up shortly after. Yuma backed up. She was outnumbered unless she could pull the same stunt twice, and if she did she may not have had the energy to escape before proper reinforcements showed up. She took a step back, dragging Papa by the arm, who had a grim, sad look about him.

Bravo and Charlie both readied their whips, but had their aim thrown off- the former by Quebec and the latter by the last pair of footsteps.

Juliet was tossed roughly to the floor by a surprised Uniform, but picked herself up and dusted herself up without seeming phased much.

J: Sorry I’m late. Traffic was bad. Mounted-turret trucks take up so much room.

E: Don’t tell me

J: Yes, Acher’s here. But there’s no time to get into that.

You should let them run.

U: They can run as far as they like! I could catch them regardless.

J: We should also run, given what’s going to happen once they clear their exit.

E: We can do both things.

J: Thorn in your side or not, you still need her. You won’t get to all the explosives in time, so prepare to salvage what you can.

Echo nodded, begrudgingly. By the skin of their teeth, Uniform would be able to grab the explosive from the main furnace and they could deactivate it, but there wouldn’t be enough time to escape the other explosions. Fortunately, though it cost Victor most of his focus and a fair bit of his energy, the golden android was able to alter his hardlight shield into a dome that could absorb the brunt of the blow.

Echo looked around at the scattered wreckage of the steel mill and grit their ceramic teeth. It was going to be a downright miserable time explaining this to their business partners, if marginally less than it could have been.

#Story Post #((From what's been happening lately

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gardenwalrus · 2 months ago

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Barry Leonard, 'Why I couldn't stand the pace with The Beatles', Daily Express (8 January 1964)

…who, as reported yesterday*, has resigned from his job as personal assistant to Brian Epstein, the Beatles' manager, because he found the "strain of success" too much for him. IT takes a machine to keep the Beatles at the top of the pop music world, where they earn £3,500 a week between them. I was part of the machine. But, at 20, I found the pace too hectic. So I resigned. Brian Epstein is the king of the Beatles' empire. He is: 29, earns about £30,000 a year, drives a big Jaguar, and lives In a £2,000-a-year flat In Belgravia.

FRENZIED I was his personal assistant working from 9.30 one morning until, very often, 4.30 the next. It was a fabulous but frenzied life and the strain grew until I could take it no more. I worked in Epstein’s office in Moorfields, Liverpool… up concrete stairs, past the doors of estate agents, insurance brokers, and surveyors, behind a door at the top marked “Nems Enterprises.”

HOW THEY WORK After a long day of office work organising the life of the Beatles and the other groups In Epstein's stable, I would go off to wherever the Beatles were performing. Two performances In Preston, perhaps, followed by a charity gala with one or more of the Beatles judging a beauty contest. Back to Liverpool by 4.30, sleep and another day's work only five hours away. I had to get out. But while I was in the Beatles organisation I had a unique chance to see how they work. The Beatles split equally their £3,500 a week. There is no official leader of the group. People tend to assume that the leader is Paul McCartney - who is 21 - because he looks the most intelligent. He is shrewd and knows where he is going. He doesn’t want to remain just a pop singer and rhythm guitarist and he is trying to lose his Liverpool accent. John Lennon, 23 years old and the only one yet married, really stands out among the Beatles. Lennon can be somewhat hard and cynical. But he, too, is very intelligent. George Harrison, lead guitarist and 21, is dogmatic and probably enjoys himself more than the others. QUARREL Ringo Starr, the 23-year-old drummer, hasn’t much to say. He is the only one who didn’t go to grammar school and perhaps he feels a little out of it. He tends to be led by the others. None of them is really the boss. They really do work as a team. They quarrel: often about trivialities like what kind of suits to wear. But these arguments are patched up in a moment. Much of their music is written by Lennon and McCartney … on a coach, a train, between shows, in a hotel. The others give them ideas. They are down to earth. They sing about what they see and hear. What could be simpler than “I want to hold your hand”? REWARDS The Beatles react very differently to success. John Lennon treats it off-handedly. Paul is the one who loves the limelight. To George Harrison it means that he now has money to do whatever he wants. He tends to be lavish with money. John has his family to provide for - he has a small son. Ringo is trying to buy some hairdressing shops in Liverpool with his. Paul has taken out large life insurances. Being a Beatle may bring rich rewards. But it’s hard work. And being a member of their machine is hard work too. It was too much for me.

*The Daily Express report on 7 January 1964:

The Beatles hear of the article in Brian Epstein's office, including Leonard's remark that Paul is trying to lose his accent (quote taken from this post! x)

In an article in the Daily Express Leonard told about his experiences with the Beatles. Among other things, he said Paul wanted to leave the group and was trying to lose his Liverpool accent. As the Beatles gathered at the office of their accountant, Epstein mentioned the story to Paul. ‘Barry says you are trying to lose your accent,’ he said. ‘Couldn’t,’ muttered John, as he examined a likeness of the Beatles fashioned in papier mâché.

- Michael Braun, Love Me Do! the Beatles' Progress (1964)

Barry Leonard also later gives a more in-depth interview of his time as Brian's assistant to Tit Bits magazine in April

#'paul doesn't want to remain just a rhythm guitarist' sure thing barry #the titbits article goes more in-depth but some of this is just repeating other facts/anecdotes about each beatle that were repeated #in magazines and newspapers around the same time #the beatles #paper archives

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Anti-Cancer Meds vs. Chemotherapy — Which Treatment Is Right for You?

1. Introduction

Choosing the right cancer treatment can make a significant difference in recovery and quality of life. Two major treatment options are anti-cancer meds and chemotherapy. Understanding how these treatments work and their potential impact helps patients make informed decisions.

2. Understanding Anti-Cancer Medications

What Are Anti-Cancer Meds? Anti-cancer medications are drugs designed to target and slow down or stop the growth of cancer cells. They work by interfering with specific molecules involved in tumor growth and progression.

Types of Anti-Cancer Drugs:

Targeted Therapy: Focuses on specific genes or proteins that promote cancer growth.

Immunotherapy: Boosts the body’s immune system to fight cancer.

Hormone Therapy: Blocks or lowers hormones that fuel certain cancers.

Examples of Common Anti-Cancer Medicines:

Imatinib

Trastuzumab

Tamoxifen

3. What Is Chemotherapy?

Chemotherapy Explained: Chemotherapy uses strong drugs to kill rapidly growing cancer cells. It circulates throughout the body, attacking cancer but also affecting healthy fast-growing cells.

Types of Chemotherapy Drugs:

Alkylating agents

Antimetabolites

Plant alkaloids

Common Side Effects:

Nausea and vomiting

Hair loss

Fatigue

4. Key Differences Between Anti-Cancer Meds and Chemotherapy

Mechanism of Action: Anti-cancer meds target specific cancer cells, while chemotherapy attacks all rapidly dividing cells.

Administration: Anti-cancer meds are often taken as pills, while chemotherapy is typically given through IV infusions.

Side Effects: Chemotherapy has more severe side effects, while anti-cancer meds may cause milder, though still significant, reactions.

Treatment Frequency: Chemotherapy is given in cycles, whereas anti-cancer meds may be taken daily.

5. Benefits and Drawbacks of Anti-Cancer Medications

Advantages:

Precision targeting of cancer cells

Fewer side effects

Can often be taken at home

Disadvantages:

Higher cost

Not effective for all cancer types

Possible drug resistance over time

6. Pros and Cons of Chemotherapy

Pros:

Effective for aggressive and advanced cancers

Well-researched and widely used

Can shrink tumors before surgery

Cons:

Severe side effects

Damage to healthy cells

Long recovery periods

7. Factors to Consider When Choosing a Treatment

Type and stage of cancer: Some cancers respond better to one treatment than the other.

Overall health: Chemotherapy can be hard on the body, while anti-cancer meds may be more tolerable.

Lifestyle: Anti-cancer meds may allow for more normal daily life.

Cost and accessibility: Anti-cancer medication can be expensive, while chemotherapy may be more affordable with insurance.

8. The Role of Oncologists in Treatment Decisions

Oncologists guide patients through treatment options, considering factors like cancer type, stage, and personal preferences. In some cases, a combination of chemotherapy and anti-cancer meds provides the best outcome.

9. Real-Life Success Stories

A patient with breast cancer achieved remission with targeted anti-cancer drugs.

A lymphoma patient overcame cancer through a carefully planned chemotherapy regimen.

11. FAQs

Can anti-cancer meds replace chemotherapy? In some cases, yes. Targeted therapies and immunotherapies may eliminate the need for chemotherapy, but this depends on the cancer type.

Is chemotherapy still necessary with advanced drugs? Sometimes. Even with newer treatments, chemotherapy may still be the best option, especially for aggressive cancers.

How do I manage side effects from either treatment? Your doctor can prescribe medications or recommend lifestyle changes to ease side effects.

Can lifestyle changes boost treatment effectiveness? Yes! Healthy eating, regular exercise, and stress management can support your body during treatment.

By understanding the differences between anti-cancer meds and chemotherapy, patients can make empowered decisions on their cancer journey, with hope and confidence for a brighter future.

10. Conclusion:

Both anti-cancer meds and chemotherapy have their place in cancer care. The right choice depends on your specific diagnosis, health, and treatment goals. Consulting with an oncologist ensures you get a personalized, effective treatment plan.

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Challenges Faced by Insurance Agents and How to Overcome Them

The insurance industry is both rewarding and competitive. As an insurance agent, you play a crucial role in helping people secure their future. However, the journey comes with its own set of challenges. Whether you’re an independent agent or working with insurance brokers, understanding these challenges and learning how to overcome them can set you up for success. Let’s dive into the common hurdles and solutions.

1. Building Trust with Clients

One of the biggest obstacles for insurance agents is gaining the trust of potential clients. Many people view insurance as complex or unnecessary until they need it.

Solution:

Educate your clients about the importance of insurance.

Share success stories and real-life case studies.

Be transparent about policy terms and conditions.

Provide excellent customer service to build long-term relationships.

2. Finding Quality Leads

Finding new clients is a constant struggle, especially for those searching for “insurance agents near me.”

Solution:

Leverage digital marketing and social media to attract potential customers.

Partner with insurance brokers to gain referrals.

Attend networking events and community gatherings.

Offer free consultations or workshops to generate interest.

3. Meeting Sales Targets

Many insurance agents face pressure to meet monthly or yearly sales targets, which can be stressful.

Solution:

Develop a structured sales plan.

Use CRM tools to manage leads efficiently.

Offer customized policies based on client needs.

Stay updated on the latest insurance trends to provide better solutions.

4. Handling Rejections

Rejections are part of the profession, and they can be discouraging, especially for new agents.

Solution:

Don’t take rejections personally; view them as learning experiences.

Improve your pitch and address client concerns proactively.

Follow up with potential clients at the right time.

Keep a positive mindset and stay motivated.

5. Staying Updated with Industry Changes

The insurance industry is constantly evolving with new regulations and policies.

Solution:

Take online courses and attend industry seminars.

Join professional networks and insurance forums.

Subscribe to insurance-related publications.

Work closely with experienced insurance brokers to stay informed.

Final Thoughts —

Being an insurance agent comes with challenges, but with the right strategies, you can turn obstacles into opportunities. By building trust, leveraging digital tools, and continuously learning, you can grow your client base and succeed in the competitive insurance market. If you’re looking for insurance agents near me or need expert advice, Ginteja Insurance Brokers Private Limited is here to help!

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How You Can Grow Your Restoration Business in California (LA)

As someone who has spent over seven years in the restoration industry, I’ve experienced the ups and downs of building a successful business in Los Angeles. My name is Max Donovan, and I’m the Marketing and Restoration Lead Manager at SOS Restoration LA. Over the years, I’ve learned that growing a restoration business isn’t just about being the best at what you do—it’s about making sure people know you’re the best. In a competitive market like LA, visibility, trust, and community connections are essential.

One of the first lessons I learned when joining SOS Restoration LA was the importance of being discoverable. No matter how good your services are, they won’t matter if potential clients can’t find you when they need you most. That’s where SEO (Search Engine Optimization) comes in. We focused heavily on optimizing our website with keywords like “water damage repair LA” and “fire restoration near me” to ensure that we appeared at the top of search results when people looked for restoration services in Los Angeles.

But our efforts didn’t stop there. We knew that being a local business required us to invest in local SEO specifically. This meant creating a robust Google My Business profile with accurate contact information, regularly updated service areas, and photos of our work. We also made it easy for clients to leave reviews, which are critical for building trust. I quickly realized that working with a local SEO expert was invaluable in navigating the competitive LA market. They helped us refine our strategies and stay ahead of the competition.

Beyond SEO, I discovered that relationships play a huge role in growing a restoration business. The nature of our work often involves helping clients during some of their most stressful times, whether it’s dealing with water damage, fire damage, or mold. That’s why empathy and professionalism are at the core of what we do at SOS Restoration. Every interaction with a client is an opportunity to build trust and leave a lasting impression.

One strategy we’ve used to grow our business is asking satisfied clients for feedback and reviews. After completing a job, we always follow up with a thank-you note and a gentle request for a review on Google or Yelp. Positive reviews not only boost our credibility but also help future clients feel confident in choosing us.

Another major factor in our growth has been building partnerships with other businesses. Restoration services often intersect with industries like real estate, property management, and insurance. By forming relationships with these professionals, we created a reliable network of referrals. For example, partnering with real estate agents allowed us to assist with pre-sale inspections and repairs, while working with property managers made us their first call for tenant emergencies.

Social media has also been an unexpected yet powerful tool for growing our business. Platforms like Instagram and Facebook give us the opportunity to share our story, showcase our work, and connect with potential clients in a more personal way. One of our most successful strategies has been posting before-and-after photos of our restoration projects. These images don’t just demonstrate our expertise—they tell a story of transformation and recovery.

Educational content has also been a hit. By sharing tips like “How to Handle Water Damage in Your Home” or “Signs of Mold You Shouldn’t Ignore,” we position ourselves as trusted experts in the field. People appreciate the value we provide, and when the time comes, they’re more likely to remember SOS Restoration.

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Reflecting on my journey with SOS Restoration LA, I’ve learned that growing a business in this competitive market is about more than just providing a service—it’s about building a brand that people trust and remember. From investing in SEO to fostering partnerships and engaging with the community, every step we’ve taken has been intentional and impactful.

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How to Become a Licensed Insurance Agent with Gabriel’s Xcel Gateway

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Need a Car Accident Lawyer Near You? Here’s What to Look For

Accidents happen. One moment, you're driving peacefully, and the next, chaos erupts. You’re left with medical bills, insurance paperwork, and endless stress. A car accident lawyer helps you cut through the noise. Their role? Ensure you get fair compensation while handling the legal headaches. Statistics show that over 6 million car accidents occur annually in the United States. Without proper representation, victims often settle for far less than they deserve.

Experience and Specialization

Lawyers are not one-size-fits-all. Some focus on family law, others on corporate litigation. You need someone who specializes in car accidents. Their knowledge of traffic laws, insurance policies, and injury claims sets them apart. Experience matters. Would you trust a surgeon fresh out of medical school? Exactly. Look for a lawyer with at least five years of experience handling car accident cases. Specialized attorneys win higher settlements because they know how to navigate the system.

Track Record of Success

Results speak louder than words. A lawyer may sound convincing, but their record tells the real story. Ask about past settlements and verdicts. Have they handled cases similar to yours? Success rates above 90% are a good indicator of competence. Beware of lawyers who dodge these questions. If they can’t prove success, why should you trust them? Remember, your future is on the line.

Local Expertise

Location matters. Local lawyers know state laws and court systems better than outsiders. For example, fault and liability rules vary by state. A lawyer familiar with your area understands how judges and insurers operate locally. They’ll leverage this knowledge to your advantage. Google “car accident lawyer in Brooklyn” for tailored options. Hiring someone miles away is like using a map of Europe to drive in New York—useless.

For car accident lawyers directory check out: https://www.justfyi.net/car-accident-lawyers/

Communication and Availability

You need answers, not voicemails. Effective communication is crucial. A good lawyer responds promptly, keeps you updated, and simplifies legal jargon. Ask about their availability upfront. Will you deal directly with the lawyer or their assistant? If they can’t prioritize your case, move on. You don’t need a lawyer who’s harder to reach than a customer service agent.

Client Reviews and Testimonials

People love sharing opinions, especially when they’re dissatisfied. Check online reviews and testimonials to gauge client satisfaction. Look for patterns—do clients mention professionalism, results, or lack thereof? Trustpilot, Google Reviews, and Avvo are reliable sources. A few bad reviews are normal, but excessive complaints about communication or competence are red flags. You’re hiring someone to fight for you—make sure they have the battle scars to prove it.

Fees and Payment Structure

Money is always a factor. Most car accident lawyers work on a contingency fee basis. This means they only get paid if you win. Typically, they take 25-40% of the settlement. It’s a fair trade-off. Avoid lawyers who demand upfront fees. If they’re confident in winning, they’ll wait for their cut. Always clarify the percentage and any hidden costs before signing.

Trial Experience

Settlements are common, but some cases end up in court. Your lawyer must be prepared to fight. Trial experience matters. Insurance companies know which lawyers avoid court and use it to their advantage. A strong litigator sends a message—you’re ready to go the distance. Ask your lawyer about their trial history. If they fumble this question, consider it a red flag.

Personalized Attention

No two car accidents are alike. Cookie-cutter solutions don’t work. Your lawyer should treat your case with care, understanding your specific needs. If they’re juggling hundreds of cases, your file might gather dust. During the consultation, assess whether they listen or rush you through. Lawyers who value you will make time for your concerns.

Understanding Insurance Tactics

Insurance companies aren’t your friends. Their job? Minimize payouts. Adjusters often offer quick settlements that barely cover your expenses. Lawyers who know their tricks can counter them effectively. For instance, insurers might argue your injuries are pre-existing or downplay your pain. A seasoned lawyer challenges these claims with evidence, medical records, and expert testimony. You deserve compensation, not charity.

Clear Strategy and Approach

Winning a case requires a plan. Your lawyer should outline their strategy during the initial consultation. Ask them how they’ll handle evidence, witnesses, and negotiations. If they mumble vague answers, reconsider your choice. A solid lawyer will explain their approach clearly and confidently. You’re not psychic—you shouldn’t have to guess their plan.

Medical Connections and Expert Resources

Serious injuries require expert testimony. Lawyers with medical connections strengthen your case. They collaborate with doctors, accident reconstruction specialists, and economists. Why does this matter? Expert reports help prove liability, damages, and future expenses. For instance, if you’re unable to work, an economist can calculate lost wages. A lawyer without resources is like a builder without tools—useless.

Compassion and Empathy

Legal battles are exhausting. You’re not just another case file; you’re a person dealing with trauma. Compassionate lawyers offer support while fighting aggressively for your rights. They balance professionalism with humanity. Cold, robotic attorneys may win cases, but they leave clients feeling ignored. Empathy matters, especially when you’re already overwhelmed.

Red Flags to Avoid

Not all lawyers are trustworthy. Watch out for these red flags:

Guaranteed outcomes: No lawyer can promise a win.

Pushy behavior: If they pressure you to sign, walk away.

Poor reviews: Patterns of complaints signal deeper issues.

Lack of transparency: Hidden fees or unclear strategies are unacceptable.

Trust your instincts. If something feels off, it probably is.

Questions to Ask During the Consultation

The consultation is your chance to evaluate the lawyer. Here are key questions to ask:

How many car accident cases have you handled?

What’s your success rate?

How often do you go to trial?

How will you communicate with me?

What’s your fee structure?

Who will handle my case?

Their answers reveal their competence and approach. Take notes, compare responses, and make an informed decision.

Benefits of Hiring the Right Lawyer

The right lawyer makes all the difference. They increase your chances of a higher settlement, reduce stress, and handle paperwork efficiently. Studies show that accident victims with lawyers receive up to three times more compensation than those without. It’s a no-brainer. Hiring an expert ensures you’re not short-changed.

Final Thoughts

Car accidents are life-changing events. You need someone in your corner who knows the law, understands your needs, and fights relentlessly for you. Choosing the right car accident lawyer requires research, but the effort pays off. Focus on experience, communication, and results. Trust reviews, ask questions, and listen to your instincts. The right lawyer will make your recovery smoother—both financially and emotionally.

Now, stop procrastinating and start searching. Your future depends on it.

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