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Their Hero Academia: Funeral for a Friend

Presenting the next raw and unedited chapter of my on-going, next-gen, My Hero Academia fic, Their Hero Academia!

Earlier chapters can be found here Note: This installment takes place during the same week as the previous few post-Internship chapters

Tuesday

“Welcome home, Himari,” Eri said, as Kota opened the door to the young girl’s bedroom. No, not just a young girl. Their daughter. Three years old, with purple skin, pointed ears, and darker purple hair, her parents lost in a Villain attack and not even a distant relative to claim her.

They’d spent the better part of the year preparing to adopt her, getting to know her in short visits. It had been a long process, but they were both Pro-Heroes (albeit it teachers, rather than active in the field) of good reputations, with references ranging from Deku to All Might. The approval process had been rather simple when it came down to it. That she was a doctor and Kota highly trained in first aid was likely another factor in their favor.

“It’s so big!” Himari said, her eyes lighting up. “I don’t have to share?”

“All for you,” Kota assured her, bending down to her level.

Himari gasped and threw her arms around him. “Thank you,” she said. “Thank you.”

Eri could understand her joy. The foster system was by no means terrible, but far from perfect and still far too overburdened. The room was decently sized, but to the small girl, it must have seemed like a palace. The colors were mostly pink, Himari’s favorite according to the conversations they’d had, and there were plush versions of some Pro-Heroes, including a well-worn and much loved “Deku-Bear” that Momo had made for her as a child.

“We got you a lot of things we thought you’d like,” Eri said. “But if you want something different, we can try that too. We’ll help you everything all set up in the morning, okay? But right now, it’s getting late, and you need to sleep.”

She nodded rapidly, like a bobblehead doll. “Okay!” Himari looked back and forth between them rapidly. “Can we… can we read a story first?” There was so much need in that little voice, so much crying out for a little time, a little space to call her own. It practically broke her heart.

Eri smiled. “I don’t see why not,” she said. She went over to the small bookshelf and selected one of the books there. “All Might Goes to the Farm. This was one of my favorites when I was a little older than you…” Of course, she hadn’t learned to read until she was nearly seven years old, so she’d had a late start on that. But the All Might Goes to line of books were best sellers to this day, so hopefully they’d do the trick.

So they got Himari ready for bed, with new night clothes, helping her brush her teeth, and finally settled her into the bed. Eri set on the edge, book tilted so they both could see, as Himari reached out and put her arms around her.

She could feel her heart melting already.

***

Later, Eri plopped herself down on the couch, Kota joining her a moment later. He put an arm around her and gave her a small squeeze. “So, we did it. We’re parents.” To her, it sounded equal parts pride, happiness, and fear.

“We did,” she agreed, leaning against him. “Think we’ll get it right?”

“I think we’ll do the best we can,” he said. “And we’ve got lots of people we can turn to for advice too.”

Neither one of them had had what could be called a normal childhood. Kota had been raised by his aunt and her teammates on a nature preserve. She’d been tortured and experimented on for years, before being rescued by Deku and adopted by Dad and later by Mom. And as much as she loved her parents, they were hardly the most conventional of individuals, especially Dad.

Certainly, she’d had a mother. But she hadn’t had a mom until Mom had married Dad, and that hadn’t been until she was twelve, though Mom had been “having sleepovers” for years before that. So despite all the books she’d read, she didn’t have much of a firsthand perspective on what a mom was supposed to do for a young child.

She hoped she was up for it.

“Aunt Shino and the rest are coming down a couple days before the funeral,” Kota said, “so they can meet Himari. Uncle Yawara promises he’ll keep Aunt Ryuko down to a dull roar. I have my doubts.”

Eri laughed at that. “I’m sure it’ll be fine,” she said. “Dad’s coming by for breakfast tomorrow. And Mom’s coming down later in the week. She’ll get to know her whole family before too long.”

“How mad is he that we kept it a secret we were going to be adopting?” Kota asked. He was, to this day, incredibly scared of Dad. Which, given the numbers of times Dad had tried to put the fear of him into Kota when they were dating wasn’t surprising.

“Not at all,” Eri said. “He already knew. I don’t know how, but he already knew.”

Kota’s mouth opened and closed a couple times before he shook his head. “Why am I not surprised?”

“He did say we did a pretty good job though. He’s just that good.”

Kota just laughed. “Yeah, that’d do it.”

They were parents. Of a beautiful little girl, who might someday call her mom. It had taken her a while to feel safe enough with Dad, and had taken a lengthy explanation from Deku and Mirio as to just what a dad was, before she’d felt comfortable calling him that. Himari could take all the time she wanted, as far as she was concerned.

She hadn’t been this afraid in years. But she’d also never been happier.

***

Wednesday

Nemuri felt a splitting headache coming on and took her glasses off to rub her eyes. There was a frightening amount of paperwork involved in keeping U.A. running, much of which accumulated itself on a daily basis. However, as if he had been sensing the end was near, Nezu’s paperwork prior to his death had been completed in its entirety. It didn’t surprise her in the slightest. There was very little that had been able to surprise him.

She wasn’t unused to the paperwork. She’d been the Vice-Principal for many years now, ever since Nezu had suggested she put her interpersonal skills to work there, rather than in the classroom. Another correct decision from him and, again, unsurprising. But now, with him gone, the thought of dealing with twice the mountain of paperwork until a new Principal could be found simply made her brain ache.

They still didn’t have a clue who that would be. She certainly didn’t want the job. She was happy with her current position. And if she was honest, the Hero Public Safety Commission wouldn’t have allowed it anyone. While U.A. was, technically, a private institution, they received enough of their funding from the Commission for them to have considerable influence over policy. And she’d butted heads with them often enough over the decades that they’d never have accepted her, even if she wasn’t quite as “R-Rated” as she used to be, trading her flashy costume and dominatrix gear for a sensible if not completely modest suit jacket and skirt. She kept the boots though.

She never had quite forgiven them for giving in to pressure from “concerned citizens” and getting laws passed on just how naked a Hero could be, though. Definitely none of their business!

She was tired. The stress of the Nomu attack over the weekend, the death of Nezu, and the need to provide the children with some measure of structure, normalcy, and for those who had been involved, the counseling they needed, had all taken its toll on her. And she hadn’t seen Hizashi since Saturday. She really needed… release, but that didn’t look like it was coming anytime soon.

The door to her office opened and her secretary poked her head in, her pink hair the texture of cotton candy piled high on her head. “Vice-Principal Midnight?” she asked. She looked worried.

Nemuri looked up. “Yes, Hironaka?” she asked. Her headache was definitely starting to kick in. Whatever was going on, she had a sense it wasn’t going to be good.

“There’s some men here from the Center for Quirk Research. They want to talk to you.”

A deep, sinking feeling settled in her stomach. “Did they say what it was about?”

Hironaka frowned. “They said it was about the Principal’s…” she stumbled over the words, “remains.” The way she said it made it clear she was repeating what they had said.

Yep, there was the headache.

Fortunately, they’d anticipated this. “They’re still outside the gate?”

“Just like you asked. I said I’d have to get your approval to let them in.”

“Good,” Nemuri said. “Tell them we’ll meet them by the fountain in the main courtyard.”

She pushed back from her desk. “Time to round up the boys.”

***

Technically, it was the boys and the girls, but that didn’t have quite the same ring to it. But they’d anticipated this and made plans for it. Each of the staff she’d asked to meet her out in front of the fountain was chosen carefully for this specific meeting. Herself, of course, in her role as Vice-Principal. All Might, as the elder statesman of their faculty and profession, even with his Quirk long exhausted. Shota, for reasons which needed no explanation. Skyline, Figure Sk8, and Hopper had all been invited because they could all annoy the fuck out of anyone, and because they were all more than capable of kicking significant amounts of ass if the situation called for it. And Hawkeye, just in case things got rough.

“Is this really a good idea?” Skyline asked. “I mean, I like messing with authority figures as much as the next guy, but...”

“Shut up,” Shota said, giving the American-born Hero a glare. “You’re here to be the ugly American, not ask questions.”

“Ooouch,” Figure Sk8 said, putting an arm on her friend’s shoulder. She reminded Nemuri so much of Tensei when she smiled. She and Mic had never had children of their own, but she loved the girl, and the children of other friends, like Eri and Kota, like family. “He’s got you there, Skyline.”

“They’re coming,” Hopper said. His tongue shot out and licked his eyes.

Just two of them, fortunately. One was a balding and officious looking little man, the other a bruiser easily as tall as All Might, who looked like he had been stuffed into his suit for the express purpose of intimidation. Against normal people, it might have worked. But against seasoned Pro-Heroes like them?

Not a chance in hell.

The men stopped in front of them and presented their ID’s. Shota took both and examined them, pulling a small device from his scarf and scanning them. After a moment, it beeped and flashed green and he nodded. “Genuine,” he said, handing the ID’s back.

“I am Professor Kudo,” the balding man said by way of introduction. His eyes lingered warily on the assembled group of Heroes. This clearly wasn’t how he had expected this to go. “And this is Ueno, one of our security agents. I am here on behalf of the Center for Quirk Research.”

“We’re aware,” Nemuri said, not bothering to disguise the irritation in her voice.

The others were hanging back, letting her take the lead in this, though none of them appeared relaxed. Hawkeye kept one hand on one of her pistols in a show of dominance, maintaining eye contact with Ueno. In a showdown between the two, Nemuri knew who she’d put her money on.

“And you’re here for…” Nemuri prompted, her finger tracing circles in the air to tell them to get on with it. The sooner they stated their preposterous claim, the sooner she could kick them out.

Professor Kudo reached into his jacket and pulled out a piece of paper. “Ahem, yes, I, ah, have a document here authorizing us to claim the late Principal Nezu’s body.”

They had known this was coming. In life, Nezu had been a lab rat before finding his freedom. He had fought long and hard to prove his worth and “humanity” and gain the acceptance of the government, the Hero Commission, and the public at large. He never spoke about his past beyond the most basic details, though All Might and Recovery Girl knew more than some. But what was known as that he had suffered greatly at the hands of humans who had thought him nothing more than a curiosity to be studied.

As one of the rare animals with a Quirk, beyond the horned horses sold as unicorns to the mega-rich, it stood to reason someone would want to cut him open after his death. They’d had to log the details of his death, of course, there was no hiding that… But the thought of what these people wanted still burned.

“Let me put this in words I’m sure you’ll understand,” Nemuri said. She made a gesture with her right hand and her riding crop dropped into it from its storage spot in her suit jacket. She took a step forward and smacked Kudo’s hand with it, making him cry out in alarm and drop the document.

“Go fuck yourself.”

Kudo stumbled back in surprise. “You can’t… I have the proper authorization! Signed by the director himself!”

Behind him, the giant Ueno tensed.

“Whatever you’re thinking,” Shota said, “don’t.”

“It’s a lovely day,” All Might said. “It would be a shame too to spoil it with violence.” Nemuri wasn’t worried about him if things got rough. Even in his seventies, he was still more powerfully built than many men, with a lifetime of experience behind him. That his tone carried a slight warning about who would be impacting the violence on whom did not go unnoticed by the men.

Kudo, however, was proving himself to be a very stupid man. “I am an officer of the government! And I have been authorized to claim those remains for research!” He was practically turning purple with fury. “Do you know what we might learn?!”

A crack of gunfire exploded at his feet, forcing him to step back again, bumping into Ueno’s broad form. Nemuri spared a glance over her shoulder and saw Hawkeye had discharged her gun.

“You… you could have hit me!” Kudo shrieked.

“Please,” Hawkeye said, “if I wanted to hit you, I would have. Super-Accuracy, remember? That was a warning shot.”

Kudo looked around, his eyes settling on Skyline, Hopper, and Figure Sk8. “Surely one of you must have some sense?”

“<Sorry,>” Skyline said, switching back to his native English, “<I don’t speak Japanese.>”

Figure Sk8 brushed her white forelock out of her face. “They just keep me around ‘cause I’m pretty. I don’t make the decisions.”

Hopper shrugged. “All the sense in the family went to my older sister. *Croak*”

Nemuri let a sinister smile cross her face. The kind she used to put on when putting the screws to some Villain. “And even if we wanted to—which we don’t—Nezu’s going to be cremated, as per his last wishes. He was a lab rat in life. We weren’t about to see him become one in death too.”

Kudo flushed red with anger, pointing a finger accusingly. “You were told when we contacted you to hold the body for examination! This is deliberate defiance!”

“Oh,” Nemuri said, “have we been… naughty?” She shrugged, tilting her head to the side slightly. “We really do appreciate the warning, by the way. Gave us plenty of time to prepare a proper welcome.”

“You.. you… you…” Kudo babbled, too incoherent to find the right words. “You’ve making a grave mistake. I’ll take this defiance all the way to the highest levels of the government!”

Nemuri looked behind her, getting a small nod from everyone, even All Might, who had drawn himself up to his full height, any of the goofy demeanor he used around civilians completely gone. He had been one of Nezu’s few friends and took the protection of him in death very seriously.

“You’re welcome to try,” she said. “There’s not a teacher here who wouldn’t back up what we’re doing. And I’ve got any number of Pro-Heroes in my rolodex who would just love to hear what you were thinking of doing to our beloved Principal. You know, Pro-Heroes like Ingenium, Shoto, Deku.”

He growled. “This. Isn’t. Over.”

“It is for now,” Shota said. His eyes were glowing and his hair was up. “I recommend you both leave.”

Kudo held his gaze for an impressive two seconds before looking away and starting to walk off. “Come, Uedo.” The giant grunted and followed after.

“Skyline, Aizawa, see them out,” Nemuri said.

When the officials were out of sight, she finally let herself feel the tension she’d been feeling, nearly sinking to her knees. That could have gone much, much worse.

All Might helped to steady her. “You did well, Nemuri. Nezu would have been proud.”

She shook her head. “I’d do it again in a heartbeat. But there’s going to be consequences for this.”

“Then we’ll deal with them when they come.”

***

Thursday

“All Might,” Nemuri said as she entered the teacher’s lounge. The school day was over and she’d already made certain that the other teachers had cause to be elsewhere. Shota was, predictably, curled up in his sleeping bag in the corner. One of these days, he was going to have back trouble from all of that.

All Might looked up from the videos he was watching from the day’s Heroics classes. 1-C by the looks of it. She could see Yoru Kan, their former fellow teacher Vlad King’s young daughter, and Haya Tanaka, the girl with the Comet Quirk who’d crashed into the 1-A dorms early into the term, protecting a “bomb” from other students in the class.

The start of the term felt like a lifetime ago. The Quirk Virus seemed to have vanished as mysteriously as it had first appeared, with no one the wiser to its origins, no matter the investigative power they had thrown at it.

“Battle trials, eh?” she asked. “I’m glad to see you finally learned not to start the classes with that.”

All Might gave her a sheepish grin. “Yes, well, live and learn, I suppose… What can I do for you, Nemuri?”

She took the seat next to him. Super-Ball’s, judging by the decorations. There was a picture of his husband, a man with a minor ice Quirk who worked as a bartender, if she remembered correctly, and stack of selfies, inscribed “From your friendly neighbor bouncing ball.”

All Might’s own cubicle was filled with pictures of his wife, son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren, unsurprisingly, and one picture of a pretty, smiling, muscular woman with dark hair. There were also plenty of scribbled crayon drawings, including one where someone older had clearly helped the artist print “Super Mighty Fire Maid,” which, if she remembered correctly, was the current chosen future Hero name of his youngest granddaughter, Mako.

“It’s about the principal job,” she began.

He gave her a kind smile. “Well, if you want this old man’s opinion, you’re certainly more than qualified for it. You’ve certainly got my support if you want it.”

Nemuri shook her head and smiled. “I’m happy with my current position. And we both know the Hero Commission would never accept me, especially not after the feathers I ruffled yesterday.”

“The CQR can’t possibly have that much influence…”

He may have been the former Number One Hero, but All Might was blessedly naïve at times. “Hardly the only thing,” she said. “But that’s definitely a contributing factor. But I’ve been thinking it over and discussing it with some of the others. And I’d like you to take the job.”

It was a little more complex than that, but even with the influence and “recommendations” of the Hero Commission, some degree of autonomy was assured. Selecting staff was one of them. It was the only reason they had some of the teachers they’d had and did.

“Me?” he asked. “I couldn’t…”

“You’d still be able to teach some classes now and then,” she assured him. “And keep tabs on your grandson.”

“I haven’t done that…” He wilted slightly under her gaze. “Nearly as much lately.”

Nemuri sighed. “You’re the best of us, All Might. Even now. With everything going on in the world right now, with Nezu gone, with the mess I just made of everything…”

Of course, she’d had the backing of the other teachers and staff when she’d told them off. But as the Vice-Principal, she still felt it fell on her. “We need to show the world that we’re still U.A. That we’re still strong and capable of going forward. We need to show them we’re still worthy of their trust. And you inspire all of that.

“You’ve more than earned the right to do whatever you want in your golden years, All Might,” she told him. “But I’m asking you do this. For U.A. For the students. Please.”

“You do know I’m absolute rubbish when it comes to paperwork, right?” he asked.

“Then we’ll get you another secretary. Take the damn job.”

Both their heads snapped to the corner of the room, where Shota’s head was poking out of his sleeping bag.

“How long have you been awake?” Nemuri demanded. That damn man was still a ninja. It was insufferable!

“Long enough,” Shota said. “Nemuri makes a convincing argument though. Of course, if we did get shut down and I didn’t have to deal with the kids anymore, I might actually have a chance to get some decent sleep. So do what you want.” He rolled over and was back asleep in seconds.

“There is the matter of my replacement as the first year Heroics teacher, though,” All Might said. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “This is rather serendipitous, actually.”

She sometimes forgot just how smart All Might actually was. “I take it you’ve got someone in mind?”

He nodded. “Yes. He’ll take some convincing, though. And perhaps a bit of time to get fully up to speed.”

Okay, now she was intrigued. “I’m sure we can manage an effective transition plan. But who’re you talking about?”

He told her. She blinked slowly for a moment, then let out a laugh that startled All Might so badly he nearly fell out of his chair. “I knew you had a sense of humor, but…”

He shook his head. “No joke. He needs this. And he’ll be good for the students, ultimately.”

“That’s it,” Shota said, somehow back in their conversation, “I quit.”

“No quitting!” she snapped, fixing him with an icy glare. “If you quit, I’ll give Hizashi permission to hang around with you all day and night.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Don’t test me, Eraser.”

Nemuri returned her attention to All Might. “Well, I do trust your judgement. If you can talk him into it, I think we can make it work.”

***

Saturday

With the funeral on Monday, the staff of U.A. had decided to go drinking. There was a place near campus that Present Mic had discovered ages ago and it had been a tradition ever since. Kukiko Iida watched as Midnight carefully took the contents of the three smaller, brightly colored drinks set before her and poured them into a larger glass. With a look of absolutely concentration, she stirred it with a straw until it turned a color Kukiko was pretty sure there wasn’t actually a word for. What was more worrying was this was the third time and the third combination the older woman had tried tonight.

Of course, given her dad’s stories about what Midnight had been like in her younger days, none of this was a surprise. She apparently got more experimental the drunker she got.

She leaned over to her left and whispered to Samidare, “I will give you five thousand yen if you take that and drink it.”

He gave her a look which suggested he’d rather try lying to his sister. “Not on your life.”

“Coward.”

“I’m twelve years older than you. I will have the hangover from hell if I drink that. And Midnight will kill me if I come between her and her alcohol.”

“Coward,” she repeated, but leaned back over to her right. “What about you, Michael? You want to give it a go? Five thousand yen. Cash.”

Michael Skyline, despite the “stupid American jock” act he often put on to fool others (or to get out of work) was not an unintelligent man. He shook his head, which sent his mane of blonde hair flying. “Not on your life.”

“Don’t tell me you’re worried about hangovers too,” she teased. “You’re only twenty-eight.”

“And you’re barely twenty-three,” he said. “How can you drink me and Samidare under the table?” He was on his second glass; she’d already moved on to her fourth.

“High speed metabolism,” she told him. “And you’re a coward.”

“But I’m an alive coward,” Michael said.

“They know we can hear them, right?” Aizawa, sitting across from them, asked Hawkeye, who was sitting to his right.

“I don’t think they care,” she replied. Both of them were still on their first drinks, sipping them slowly.

“Stop trying to be a bad influence, Iida,” Battle-Fist said. Kendo Tetsutetsu pinched the bridge of her nose. A gesture, Kukiko noticed, her daughter tended to copy when frustrated.

“Does it count if I’m the youngest one?” Kukiko asked. “Can you influence up?”

“How’s your niece, by the way?” Kukikio asked. “Your sisters were out of the fighting, right?”

“Right,” Samidare said. “Thank heavens for small favors. Tsu and Satsuki were both too far out to get involved. But Asuka’s fine. She got hurt earlier, before the fighting, so she wasn’t involved either. But she’s fine now. Whole family’s fine. What about yours?”

“Uncle Tenya’s fine,” she said. “Uncle Shoto too. The Twins saw a little bit of action and Izumi wore herself out, but they’re good. As long as Momo doesn’t try and use it as an excuse to try and pull her again. Don’t know how long Uncle Sho’ can talk her out of it.”

“Be a shame if she did. Girl’s got a lot of potential.”

Kukiko frowned. “She’s worried about her. Guess that’s a mom’s job.”

Not all the teachers had been able to come, of course. Doc Clock and Water Spout were busy with their new adopted daughter and most of the second and third year Hero teachers had begged off.

“Okay, now this little beauty is complete,” Midnight said, possibly not having heard their attempts at drink thievery. She took a long swig of her drink.

“Well?” FireFox asked, the whiskers of his red panda head twitching. “What’s it taste like?”

Midnight considered this, licking her lips in such a way that both Samidare and Michel suck in a sharp breath. “It tastes like… purple,” she declared after a moment. “Veeeery purple.”

“Nemuri, dear,” a voice from the far end of the table asked, “don’t you think you ought to have some water?”

Midnight made a face and gave the green-haired woman a slightly intoxicated glare. “Why are you here again, Inko?”

Inko crossed her arms. She only had a non-alcoholic fruit cocktail sitting in front of her. “Because the last time you all engaged in these shenanigans, my husband came home drunk as a skunk at three in the morning and trying to sing. So I’m here to remind you all to be responsible.” She used her Quirk and brought her drink to her hand. “And you’re going to be, aren’t you?”

“Yes, dear,” All Might said, looking somewhat nervous at becoming the target of his wife’s ire. In their defense, All Might rarely joined their drinking excursions, claiming it was a “young person’s game” so they might have gotten a little overly encouraging when he did. But hey, they’d made sure he’d gotten home safely, right?

Inko held Midnight’s gaze for a moment, before Midnight let out a huff. “Fine,” she growled. “I’ll drink some water.”

“Thank you, dear,” Inko said. FOOSH!

“What the heck, dude?!” Super Ball, who was sitting next to FireFox, asked. “How about a little warning the next time you set your drink on fire?!”

“Fire make drink good,” FireFox told the Homeroom teacher seriously.

“I’m literally made of rubber! What if I melted?”

“Would it shut you up?” Aizawa asked.

The table erupted into laughter over that.

“I wasn’t joking,” Aizawa deadpanned. An awkward silence followed, as no one could tell for sure if he was joking.

“Ahem,” Midnight coughed, breaking the silence. She stood, albeit unsteadily. “I just want to say… I just want to say…” She frowned, trying to remember the words she wanted. “I just wanted to say thank you. All of you. I know this past week’s been rough on all of us. But we’ve pulled together and pushed forward. You guys… you guys and Mic… you’re my family. And I’m grateful for all of you. We’re… we’re gonna keep going. No matter what.”

She raised her glass. “To U.A. And to Nezu!”

Kukikio and the others raised their glasses. “To U.A.! To Nezu!”

***

Monday

In his many years, Toshinori had attended many funerals. As the Number One Hero, it had been expected of him to pay his respects to his fallen breather. He’d seen far too many fellow Heroes die in the line of duty. Until his son had broken the back of villainy rather decisively, it had been far more common for Heroes to live hard and die with their masks on. Even then, it was still a dangerous profession, and he felt both very guilty and very lucky that he had been able to retire and live to an old age.

There had been funerals where there had been almost no one to mourn for the fallen, like his late Master’s, just him and Gran Torino. Others, like Best Jeanist’s, had drawn Heroes and mourners from across the country, so beloved was the man.

For Nezu, it seemed as if the entirety of Japan had shown up. There were Pro-Heroes, including his son and his family, and many more, many of whom had been students under Nezu. There were police and politicians. There were Support Equipment designers, Agency staff, and ordinary civilians, lawyers and businessmen and others, who had been students in other courses as well; Nezu had done a remarkable job connecting with all his students. There were former U.A. teachers. There were all sorts of current and former police officers, his friend Police Chief Naomasa Tsukauchi among them. Even Deputy Hero Commissioner Hawks was in attendance.

In the courtyard before the main building, a small statue of Nezu had been raised, painstakingly crafted by Pixie-Bob and Cementoss. It depicted the Principal on a pedestal, smartly dressed as always, sipping tea from a cup and looking out over the whole campus.

Principal Nezu

Served XXXX – XXYY

“To go beyond, you must first train the mind.”

Around the statue, present and former teachers, staff, and their families had gathered. Other mourners filled the stands of the Sports Festival, with everything being broadcast on the big screens there.

Toshinroi approached the small podium they had set up, his eyes sweeping over the assembled. Aizawa and Emi, with Young Eri and Kota, Nemuri and Hizashi, and all the rest. Most looked mournful, of course, but Hizashi was sobbing openly, leaning on his longtime girlfriend’s shoulder. His eyes finally settled on Inko and he drew a moment of strength from her.

“Unlike many of you,” he began, “my time at U.A. ended before Nezu joined its staff. I didn’t meet him until I was already an established Hero, though I’m given to understand I may have been one of the first humans he had significant contact with following his… escape. But he has always been someone I could trust, a source of advice and wisdom, and someone I was proud to call a friend.”

He took a breath. “Nezu made no secret of the fact that he was not, in fact, a human with animalistic characteristics, but instead an animal uplifted by the presence of his Quirk. It would have been easy enough for him to have hidden it. Certainly, there are members of society today who look far less like a “human” than he did. No one would have questioned it. But he did not believe in hiding who he was. And he had fought, rather viciously, for his right to exist and live in the world of man. So he would not hide.

“What fewer people know is that before he was a principal, before he was a teacher, before he was a Hero, even before he was a free citizen… Nezu was a lab rat, quite literally. He was experimented on and tortured, daily. It left him with scars, both mental and physical, that he carried with him every day. In those times, he saw deep injustices, firsthand. It made him dedicated to seeing that no one should suffer as he had. He engineered his own escape. He studied human society and law, and successfully argued for his own freedom. And then he set about making good on his promise to do the same by others.

“Nezu was a transformative presence at U.A. As a teacher, he pushed for U.A. to expand its scope beyond the traditional Heroics Courses, reasoning that if U.A. were to produce the best Heroes, then should it not also produce the best Support Designers, the best managers, the best students in general? It was Nezu that pushed for additional academic rigor, transforming it into the institution it is today.

“It is safe to say that there are many Heroes out there today who would not be the successes they are, if not for Nezu.

“And when I was at one my lowest points, the strength that had served me for decades failing and my own health falling apart, it was Nezu who showed me a new way forward. He reminded me that I had more to offer, that I could teach the next generation of Heroes. I wasn’t good at it at first, not by half. But with his guidance and the guidance of others, I eventually confirmed his faith in me. Faith I am not so certain I deserved.

“But he has always made this a place for everyone, student and teacher alike, could reach their full potential, where they could feel safe. There have been many times where there have been students in need, in need of safety, in need of an escape, in need of guidance, in need of someone who actually cared about them.

“Nezu always made sure U.A. would provide. He had no family save for U.A. and its staff and students.

“U.A. is mostly automated, but Nezu knew the name of every single person working here, from the workers in the cafeteria to the teaching assistants, to the maintenance crew. He knew how to make everyone feel valuable.

“And until the moment of his death, Nezu was fighting for U.A., for this country, and for its people. He was working tirelessly into the night, coming up with plans and contingencies for our safety and future.”

Toshinori paused, as a tear rolled down his cheek. He forced himself to go on.

“He had seen the writing on the wall coming for a long time. He had never been certain what his lifespan was, but he knew he was getting older, getting slower, even needing a cane these last few years. But he was determined to use his every last moment for us.

“We can do no less than continue to honor his vision and go beyond.”

Toshinori looked to the statue. “To that end, we dedicate this statue to him. He wished to leave no earthly remains, and we have honored that request. Nezu was neither a religious nor spiritual being, but he understood the levers of faith and the power of mourning and remembrance. We look to his vison to continue to guide us, and hope that wherever he is now, he is at peace and rest at last.”

He walked away from the podium and touched the statue. “I will miss you, my friend.”

***

In a hidden bunker, belonging to the League of Villains, Doctor Ursa looked up from the compound he was analyzing. The day’s news had focused on the death and funeral of U.A.’s principal. It had captivated the League’s leader’s attention.

“A pity,” their leader said.

“Sir?” Ursa asked.

“Nezu was a remarkably intelligent creature. Too heroic for his own good, but I am certain he, of all people, could have been made to see reason. Still… with U.A. in chaos, our plans can continue!”

“Of course, sir,” Ursa replied. “It will still be some time, however, even with the supplies the other members liberated while the Nomu distracted the Heroes.”

Their leader made an impatient noise. “I suppose it will have to do. And perhaps a little more time spent waiting for the other shoe will rattle them more. Our Virus taught them to fear their Quirks. The Nomu attack showed them how fragile their Heroes are. Now… we can show them a different path.”

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waltzofthewifi · 5 years ago

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Kota Chapter 12: A Nervous Wreck

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The next week was about as close to a normal life as Marinette ever got.

The Lila drama died down. Alya was still friendly with Lila, still giving her the benefit of the doubt, but there was a wariness to it too. When Lacy pointed out the class had almost excluded Marinette from an event, Alya and Nino spent the rest of the week making sure she was included in everything.

Akumas occurred almost twice a day, tiring the heroes out and forcing them to recruit allies more often than not. Alya was ecstatic to receive her miraculous again. Chat Noir was also starting to focus more, no longer bantering or flirting mid-battle as much as he used to.

"Moving my mouth takes too much energy," he complained one night after a four-akuma day, when Ladybug brought up his unnatural quietness.

Thankfully, Hawkmoth missed a day, and Marinette was able to catch up on sleep and her commissions (but not homework, which was still stressing her out). That night, she dreamed she was being eaten by piles of homework, while her parents scolded her for bad time management skills.

That morning, she overslept and barely made it to class in time.

The first thing Marinette noticed was how empty the class was.

"Where is everyone?" Marinette asked, sitting next to Nino.

"Akuma attack." Nino showed her his phone screen, which was streaming the Ladyblog. "Blocked half of the classes path to school. Been out there for about half an hour - still no sign of Ladybug."

"What?" How did she miss an akuma for that long?

"Don't worry, everyone's said in the group chat that they're safe," Mylene commented. "Well, at least I think so. It looks like Lacy might have fallen asleep mid text, and Adrien's didn't make much more sense."

"Alya's trying to film as much as she can," Nino added, his face tense. "I just hope she doesn't get too close."

"I hope Ladybug shows up soon," Alix complained from across the room. "I miss everyone. No offense to current company, or anything."

"I, uh, have to go- check on something-" Marinette muttered. "Be right back!"

She darted out the door, ramming into someone else as she did so.

"Juleka!" Marinette said. "I'm so sorry, I just have to - are you feeling okay?"

Juleka looked a little green, and she was grimacing, but she shook her head. "Just nerves."

"Oh, right, the modeling contest!" Marinette remembered. "When do results come out?"

"Today at lunch," Juleka whispered. She grimaced again.

"Here, why don't I take you down to the nurse?" Marinette said. "Maybe she knows some way to keep you calm before the results come out. It's not like we have class anyways - not with the akuma keeping half the school at home!"

"Thank you Marinette," Juleka said.

"Oh no you don't, Squabbie," Elisabeth said. "No falling back asleep on my watch."

Lacy blinked her eyes back open, noticing the footage on the TV screen hasn't changed much since before she closed her eyes.

"I'm not," Lacy argued. "I'm just bored."

She let her eyes flicker close again, wishing her parents would let her fall back asleep. The akuma rampaging down her street didn't look very close to being beaten, and if she could get a few more minutes of sleep...

The apartment shook violently, causing Lacy's stomach to jolt. So much for sleep.

"Looks like I'll have to cancel my next appointment too," her dad commented from where he was sitting at the dinner table.

Elisabeth frowned and checked her watch. "This one is definitely taking a while. And there's still no sign of Ladybug."

"She must live on the other side of Paris or something," Lacy figured.

"Or maybe she's just sleepy like you," Elisabeth teased, reaching from her chair to poke Lacy in the leg.

"You know, this would have been a perfect akuma for our literature test yesterday," Lacy said. "But no, he had to attack when we would have had a peaceful morning instead."

"As peaceful as class can be with Alix and Kim," her dad said, half under his breath.

Lacy chuckled. Her friends did make things interesting.

The TV screen changed suddenly, as the news reporter cheered loudly.

"- and Ladybug arrives at the scene!"

Ladybug could feel all of Paris looking at her right then.

The newscasters and videographers and bloggers following the battle all cheered when she landed, as did the civilians trapped around the akuma zone. Ladybug stayed where she landed for a moment, watching the battle raging on the street.

The akuma was large - maybe twice the height of Chat Noir with a thick build - and had chains attached to her hands. She wore all black, with a form-fitting leather jacket and black leggings, and had long, black hair that trailed behind her in a braid.

She raised her fist and slammed the chain down at Chat Noir. Chat Noir dodged effortlessly, and tremors shook were the chains landed.

Ladybug scanned the akuma again, not seeing a clear item that could hold the akuma. She would have to get closer.

She wrapped her yo-yo around a building and flew past the battle, landing next to Chat Noir.

"Sorry I'm late," Ladybug said.

"You're right on time," Chat Noir replied.

The akuma struck again, and Ladybug and Chat Noir bounded out of the way.

"Her name is Nervewrecker," Chat Noir reported. "I think she's one of the models participating in the contest that announces today. Her main powers are the chains and her heightened strength. Wherever the chains hit, powerful tremors follow."

Ladybug nodded. She had observed as much.

Nervewrecker struck again, forcing the two superheroes to dodge in opposite directions. Ladybug landed next to an apartment building, but Nervewrecker was already swinging her chains again. Ladybug bolted out of the way, and the chains swung into the apartment building. The tremors destroyed what little of the building wasn't affected by the original swing.

"We need to get her away from the civilians," Ladybug called.

Chat Noir landed next to her. "Exactly what I was thinking. The stadium?"

"You read my mind."

Moving together, Ladybug and Chat Noir launched themselves up onto the nearest rooftops. Ladybug swung her yo-yo to the nearest high point, Chat Noir extended his baton, and they soared towards the stadium.

They landed several blocks over, and Ladybug paused to check that Nervewrecker was following them.

"Looks like she's right behind us," Ladybug said. "Let's go."

Ladybug and Chat Noir bounded over another few blocks, landing only a few streets from the stadium. They paused, giving the akuma time to catch up with them.

"Any idea of where the akuma is?" Ladybug asked.

Chat Noir shook his head. "I was hoping you'd see something."

The ground shook, edging Ladybug and Chat Noir to continue on.

They landed on the edge of the stadium, and both jumped down into the center of the field.

"So she was akumatized from nerves from the contest, right?" Ladybug asked.

"From what I can gather," Chat Noir confirmed.

"Most akumas who are akumatized from nerves have some kind of a fidget or something related to the cause of the nerves as the akumatized object," Ladybug observed. "Like a bracelet they play with if they're nervous, or a letter or something they received from the contest."

"I didn't see anything like that," Chat Noir said.

"Me neither," Ladybug agreed. "But keep your eyes open."

Nervewrecker landed in the stadium with a boom.

"Hand over your miraculous," she commanded, flicking one of her chains. "And then leave me in peace."

"Hey, you're the one disturbing the peace," Ladybug argued.

Nervewrecker scowled, and raised a hand to strike.

Ladybug and Chat Noir dodged opposite ways.

"I don't see how this is helping with your nerves," Chat Noir commented.

"Oh, it's helping a lot," Nervewrecker replied. "I was shaking in anticipation, but now the whole world will." She struck again, forcing Chat Noir to dodge.

Ladybug watched, scanning Nervewrecker in search for the akumatized object.

Her attacks were one after the other, but as Ladybug watched, her right-handed attacks were more accurate than her left. And stronger.

"Chat Noir! Cataclysm the chains on her right hand!"

Chat Noir nodded briefly that he understood, before using his staff to launch himself over another swipe from Nervewrecker.

"Cataclysm!"

His hand brushed against Nervewrecker's right hand, and the chains turned to dust. She roared, trying to knock Chat Noir away, but he was already behind her.

Chat Noir landed in a roll and came up next to Ladybug.

"I think I saw a ring on her hand," Chat Noir commented.

Ladybug scowled. Rings were always hard to destroy.

"We're going to need something to break it without having to remove it from her hand," Ladybug commented. "Lucky Charm!"

A screwdriver fell in her hands.

"Looks like your Lucky charm might be from Ikea this time," Chat Noir commented.

Above them, news helicopters began to circle.

"Metal," Ladybug said. "We're going to need something large, and metal. Can you distract her for me?"

"Of course," Chat Noir replied.

Nervewrecker swung at the two superheroes, and they separated. Ladybug ran for the bleachers while Chat Noir began to taunt her.

She had to hunt for a few supplies, but eventually she found everything she needed. She quickly unscrewed several metal bleachers and attached them to each other with duct tape.

"Now, all I need is a ride," Ladybug thought. She sent her yo-yo straight up, tying it around the landing skids, and pulled herself up over the battle field.

The extra weight made the helicopter lean sideways suddenly, but Ladybug let got before it could crash. She fell straight down, guiding her contraception to Nervewreckers hand. She let go at the last moment, watching as the several pieces of heavy metal hit the ring, cracking it. A butterfly flew out

Still in free fall, Ladybug captured the akuma. A second later, she felt something slow her stop as Chat Noir reaches out for her, his baton extended in the air.

The two dropped down the field. Ladybug finished purifying the butterfly, watching as it flew away.

"Miraculous ladybug!"

Juleka approached Adrien almost the moment he got to school, looking like a nervous wreck.

"Any word?" Juleka asked.

Adrien shook his head. "But don't worry! You're application looked amazing. I'm sure you have a good chance at winning!"

The two headed into class, Adrien taking his seat next to Nino and Juleka hers by Rose.

"I really hope Juleka gets chosen for this contest," Adrien commented. "She definitely deserves it."

"Don't worry, dude," Nino replied. "You said it yourself - she has a great chance. And even if she doesn't win, didn't you say that several of your coworkers displayed interest in working with her anyways?"

"Yeah, you're right," Adrien agreed. "I guess her nerves are infectious."

"Sounds like she's not the only one," Alya said, leaning over towards the boys' desk. "Did you see the akuma this morning?"

"Nervewrecker?" Adrien asked. "Yeah, Nathalie wouldn't let me leave until she was defeated."

"I don't blame her," Alya said. "Did you see the damage she caused?"

Nino nodded. "Nathaniel said his entire apartment building got destroyed."

Marinette arrived and slipped into the seat next to Alya.

"Any word about the contest?" She asked.

"Not yet," Alya replied. "The anticipation is lethal."

Miss Bustier walked in soon after, quickly taking attendance.

"Looks like we're just waiting on Lila and Chloe," she noted.

"Wish it was always like that," Marinette muttered.

Her wish didn't last, though, and Chloe walked in seconds later.

"Miss Bustier," Chloe greeted. "I have something I want to tell the whole class."

Marinette groaned. "This will be fun."

"Marinette," Bustier admonished. "Let's listen to what Chloe has to say."

"Thank you," Chloe said.

"Would you maybe like to wait for Lila?" Bustier suggested.

Chloe made a face. "Ugh, no, not her."

"It's not nice-"

"I'm doing this now or never," Chloe interrupted. "I don't owe Rossi anything, but-" Chloe took a deep breath, glancing at Adrien.

Adrien has no clue what was going on, but Chloe needed reassurance, so he shot her a thumbs up.

"Okay, I'm just going to say it. I'm sorry."

Marinette had never, in her life, been so shocked.

"You're apologizing?" Alya blurted. "Should we be worried about an akuma? Is someone holding you for ransom?"

"No, Cesaire." Chloe took a deep breath. "I, Chloe Bourgeois, daughter of the mayor of Paris, of my own free will under no influence from akumas or Hawkmoth, formally apologize." She released the rest of her breath. "So, yeah, I'm sorry."

"What, why?"

Alya was obviously as blown away by this as Marinette was.

"Because of you," Chloe said. "You were right, Cesaire. Ladybug believed in me, that I could change, and I had done nothing to deserve that faith. But... I want to."

Marinette stared at Chloe, sure that she would take it all back. Or that an akuma was causing this. Or anything...

Anything but this.

This didn't make any sense.

At all.

Marinette dully noted that Alya's mouth was wide open.

"Thank you, Chloe," Bustier said. "That was well said, and I'm sure everyone accepts your apology."

That brought Marinette back to the present.

Did she accept Chloe's apology?

"We appreciate the sentiment, Chloe," Marinette finally said. "But actions speak louder than words."

Marinette thought back to the past week, trying to remember if she noticed any changes with Chloe since she had this supposed revelation.

And... nothing.

She hadn't noticed Chloe at all.

No akumas, no fusses, no big arguments, no nothing. Chloe hadn't terrorized anyone, spilled coffee on anyone's artwork, made fun of anything. In the morning, she gave a compliment - a real compliment - and kept to herself during the rest of the exercise.

She wasn't quiet, by any means, but her comments, while interruptive, hadn't been mean. No one had run out of room crying because of Chloe. Chloe hadn't run down Ladybug, demanding her miraculous or a photo.

Nothing.

"I think you've made an effort," Marinette finally decided.

"Yeah!" Alix agreed. "No akumas in the school for a whole week!"

"And you complimented my project yesterday," Rose added.

Most of the class nodded along, muttering about small things here and there. Alya was the only one not agreeing, but she still hadn't moved from the shock stage.

"I'm really proud of you, Chloe!" Adrien added.

Chloe blinked twice, turning a little red. "Th-Thanks. That means a lot."

Alya's mouth was still wide open as Chloe sat down, and Marinette leaned over it closed it for her.

Alya turned to Marinette. "Did that really happen?"

Marinette nodded. "I think it did."

"Oh, and another thing," Chloe said. "I heard from a very reliable source that the winner of the modeling contest is a student at our school."

"Did you hear that, Juleka?" Rose asked.

"Now, there's a lot of people in this school who applied, but," Chloe continued. "I think you have a good chance, Couffaine."

"There's definitely an akuma somewhere," Alya grumbled.

Marinette chuckled.

Adrien turned back to them. "This is actually a lot like how she was when we were younger. I knew she could still be nice."

"But she needed a good friend to push her along," Marinette said. "What you and Alya said to her - it must have finally hit her that she needed to change."

"And Ladybug, of course," Alya added.

"Ladybug inspires all of us to be better," Adrien agreed.

"Well said, dude," Nino added.

Marinette felt herself redden at the compliments, and hoped no one would wonder why.

Her good mood was ruined instantly when Lila entered, looking overly pleased with herself.

"You look happy, girl," Alya noted.

"I am," Lila confirmed, sitting next to Adrien. "All thanks to Adrien here."

Adrien looked very baffled.

"Adrien's such a good friend," Mylene commented. "I'm sure whatever he did for you was really nice!"

Marinette was sure that whatever he supposedly did, Adrien actually had no part in.

"Oh it was!" Lila agreed.

"What was it?" Rose questioned.

"Oh, I shouldn't tell," Lila said. "After all, it's not confirmed or anything. Not yet."

Marinette's stomach lurched. There was no way she had managed that, was there?

Adrien still looked completely baffled. Across the room, Marinette saw Lacy chewing her lip nervously.

Not good not good not good not g-

"Tell us!" Kim replied. "The anticipation is killing us."

"Okay, fine, fine." Lila flipped her hair back over her shoulder. "He promised he'd help me win that big modeling contest!"

The whole room went dead.

This time, it was Nino's turn to look completely baffled. Alya gave Lila a look Marinette couldn't parse, Chloe huffed, and Lacy hid her face in her hands.

"W-What?" Rose asked.

"Since when did you want to be a model?" Alix questioned.

Ivan shot Adrien a glare, and Adrien, for his part, looked pissed.

"No I didn't," Adrien ground out. "Lie about yourself all you want, but don't drag me into this."

"Lila that's great," Bustier said, completely oblivious. "And Adrien, that was sweet of you!"

"Yeah," Ivan snarled.

"I didn't," Adrien repeated.

"Oh, and he's so humble about it too," Lila continued.

"Lila, just shut up," Marinette said.

"I'm very confused," Nino stated.

Bustier glanced around the classroom, beginning to deduce that something was amiss. Lila's eyes were growing wide as she realized the class wasn't responding as she hoped.

Marinette opened her mouth to say something - explain why Lila was lying, without putting Juleka on the spot - but before she could speak, Juleka darted out of the classroom.

Marinette only hesitated a moment before following behind her.

One of the first things Marinette had learned about Juleka was that she had a favorite bathroom. Usually, when Juleka was upset, she would hide in the bathroom until either Marinette or Rose would talk her down.

This time, Juleka barely made it to the stairs, and Marinette knew it was bad.

Marinette stopped right behind her, and so did the two students who had also followed her out of the room.

Adrien let out an uncharacteristic curse, startling Juleka a little.

"That definitely wasn't cool of her," Rose agreed. She moved towards Juleka and sat next to her.

Marinette sat down on the other side of Juleka, and Adrien sat behind her.

Juleka's face was blank, and she was mindlessly fidgeting with the mirror on her bracelet.

"I promise I didn't do anything she said," Adrien clarified.

"You don't have to lie to me," Juleka whispered. "If I was cut out to be a model, then you should have just said so."

"You are!" Adrien argued.

"Lila's a liar," Marinette stated. "She has been lying ever since she got to this school."

"Why did I think I had a chance?" Juleka's voice broke, and she sniffled.

"Because you do," Adrien said. "Everyone I talked to said you do."

Marinette put a reassuring hand on Adrien's knee. I don't think she's listening to us.

Adrien sighed, and Marinette could see resignation on his face.

Rose leaned up against Juleka, and Juleka leaned her head against Rose's.

"Even if you don't win the contest, you're still a good model," Rose whispered. "And a good person. You're spiraling right now. Whatever you're thinking isn't true."

Juleka nodded.

"Just breathe," Rose whispered.

Marinette watched them for a moment, before standing up. She gestured for Adrien to follow her.

"I'm going to text Luka," Marinette whispered. She quickly sent off a text, and Luka replied almost instantly.

"He's on his way." Marinette looked up, noticing that Adrien wasn't watching her. He was glaring off into open air.

"You okay?" Marinette asked.

"Yeah," Adrien replied. He turned back to her and smiled his model smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Adrien's phone dinged, and he dug it out of his pockets.

"Results from the contest," Adrien said. Marinette watched as his face scrunched up in anger.

Adrien scowled and stood there for a moment, his breathing getting heavier, staring at his phone.

Then he moved, quick as lightning, and lodged his phone towards the other end of the school.

Marinette felt her stomach drop. "Lila won."

Adrien didn't move. "Lila won."

Rage pulsed through her veins, and Marinette cursed and rammed her fist into the closest wall.

"How?" Marinette growled. "How does she keep pulling this stuff off?"

Marinette turned to Adrien, who had straightened himself up. He clenched unclenches his fists, still not looking at Marinette.

"This sucks," he breathed. "She doesn't even want it, she just wants to be able to brag about it."

Marinette walked up to the railing and leaned on it, letting her anger and... and tiredness wash through her.

"I'm sick of this," Marinette replied. "I'm sick of her."

Adrien shook his head. "I'm an idiot. I can't believe I thought ignoring her would make her go away."

"It's not like anything I did helped," Marinette said.

"At least you tried," Adrien argued. "You did everything you could to help, but I thought that the best way to help was to do nothing, say nothing, like it'd all blow over like some tabloid."

Marinette stood there for a second, closing her eyes and just feeling the anger, the helplessness. Like a wave.

And for a moment, she could feel Adrien's too. One of his friends was hurt, too, and he felt anger. He felt helpless.

It was like they were in sync.

"She's going down," Marinette decided, turning away from the railing and marching back to the classroom, Adrien on her heels. She swung open the door, a little more forceful than necessary, and walked inside.

To a classroom that had already dissolved into chaos.

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comedicreliefonlyworkswhenfunny · 6 years ago

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Villain! Deku au; chapter seventeen: Elsewhere

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Deku noticed Muscular darting in a direction that was clearly not of his objective, so he followed the brute. Muscular was the chaotic evil amongst the lawful evils; he was outcasted by society for being a murderous maniac. Coming up to a cliff, Deku heard Muscular talking to someone, “Everybody in that stupid League just prattles on about justice, but that’s not what being a villain is all about! You know what it is about? Fearful faces like yours kid.” Turning the corner, Deku saw the blonde brute towering over a tiny kid. Whose kid was that?? Nonetheless, he approached, “Discontentment with the League, Muscular? We can’t have that.” The look of confusion on Muscular’s face was as priceless as it was short lived. “You know, I always wanted a reason to smash your smug face,” the blonde grinned, readying a punch. Due to his inability to control his quirk, Deku had quite the getup without a single piece of skin showing. He was armed with paralyzation potions and knives, so nothing that would have too much of an effect on his current opponent. Thankfully, all Muscular did was really pick Deku up and throw him around, so nothing he wasn’t used to. As long as he played chew toy for a bit, the drug he had jabbed the man with take effect. It was, essentially, a quirk reverser for the villain, since this “betrayal” twas inevitable Deku made a drug that specifically wears down the muscle fibers that his quirk uses. It would, admittedly, take a bit to take effect, but he could take a bit more brute force, as long as nothing-

“Waterhose! My mom and dad! Did you torture them like this… when you killed them?” shit, something happened. Of course that got Muscular’s attention. Great. “Seriously? They had a kid, that just happened to be you? Talk about fate,” Deku tuned out their conversation for a short while; it was just Muscular being a douchebag, as if bullying children was anything to be proud of. Deku worked at the buttons on his shirt; if he was going to help this kid, he’d need his quirk. Muscular looming over the kid, readying a punch was obviously a trap, but, at this point, Deku didn’t care. He worked up a heavy punch, wrapping his regret around his right hand. He hit Muscular with all the feelings he failed to bottle that night. As the brute fell, Deku turned on his heel towards their objective. As Muscular got back up, Deku pushed the plan, “This isn’t where we’re needed!” Of course, the poor kid had no clue what they were talking about, but he also didn’t have a say. “Like I care, Pip-Squeak! I didn’t join the League to fight for justice or any of that crap, I just joined to fight!” Deku scooped up the smaller kid, carrying him back to gain a bit of ground.

Everything plaguing the kid, he now knew was called Kota, rushed to aid Deku’s own shitty memories. Kota mentally blocked off any talk of his hero being a villain; his heart couldn’t take something like that. Midoriya felt this, a tinge of regret swelling in his stomach, but Deku could use this and that was what mattered. “I’ve heard stories about you being quite the opponent, but I could never believe them. A small thing like you? But now I’m gonna get serious!” Muscular began jumping, chasing after the pair of brats running away from him. As they stopped on a rock, Deku told Kota to stay back, because of fucking course he’d have to take out an ally to save someone on the other team again. Deku cloaked himself in an armor of anger, frustration bubbling as he yelled at the kid to run. Holding Muscular back was no easy task; this man was, what, three times his size in pure muscle mass, at least. The only thing keeping him in place was the constant fuel of frustration from this whole scene. The struggle became more and more difficult as Muscular leaned into his push. Kota, who should have been running, launched a water-based attack that had oh so much affect. In the kid’s defense, it was all that he could do, but Deku was just salty that now he had to put effort into this. As Muscular turned his attention to Kota, Deku surged his power into an overload. That split second of fear gave his just enough headway. He kept both hands placed firmly as he amplified that tiny fear until it was crippling, as Muscular lost power and became overwhelmed he began to fear defeat. That gave the drug in his system all the time it needed to be effective. Knocking the man unconscious and immobile was quite difficult, but now he had to deal with the kid.

He scooped the boy up, the only thing that bothered him was the fear directed towards him. While it kind of hurt, he didn’t have the time to worry about what his enemy thought about him. A vague map appeared in his memory as he tried to scout the best place to put Kota. He trekked through the forest to the building at the center where the kid would be safest. Noticing “Dabi” and Eraserhead were fighting out front, Deku snuck around to the back. “It’s best that you forget I was ever here,” he explained that simple sentence to the boy before leaving him at the back door. It wouldn’t take Eraserhead to long to deal with the Dabi clone out front, so the kid shouldn’t be in too much danger if he were to leave. Kota could only stare at the shirtless villain, scars lined his entire torso. Clearly, old wounds were reopened, and for what? To help him? He didn’t even know him! Who would willingly throw themselves into such a dangerous situation for someone they didn’t even know? Nonetheless, Kota could only watch as the, what he could only assume, villain ran off- no doubt to cause harm to the others there, but Kota couldn’t find it in him to even call out. Fear, perhaps? Yeah, he’d stick with that. Shaking off the haunting feelings, he snuck around to the side of the building, not daring to even watch the fight going on in front of him.

Dabi found himself wandering the woods after setting them ablaze. Part of him was on the happier side that their targets were the students, his quirk was powerful, but his body wasn’t scarred for fashion. He ran into Twice having a debate with himself, which was no surprise. His quirk had the ability to create and control a clone of virtually anyone. Unfortunately that left him with a bad case of multiple personality disorder and a bit of schizophrenia. “Who? Who? Who?” he waved himself about trying to think of the best candidate to send out. “Send out a me,” he offered offhandedly. “A strong ally with the wits and ability to screw this all up!” everything out of his mouth was just a varied version of: “thanks, I hate it.” Nonetheless, he went with the Dabi clone anyway.

Dabi decided against standing beside the chaotic villain, so he began casually wandering out to see what Twice was fighting. Surprised, he came across Grandma’s cottage, and would you look at who was coming out? If it wasn’t the tired uncle, Eraserhead! His teammates had no doubt met up with Mandalay- or whatever she called herself- the Pussycat with the “telepathy” quirk. The fire user continued walking with a shit-eating grin as he talked to himself within the scape of his mind. It was a pretty shitty “telepathy” quirk, rather that it was more of a “broadcast,” due to the one-way connection. He watched Twice’s clone ready himself to meet the pro hero by the doorway. The clone had started a small fire at the house, of course flames were mostly for decoration since the house, itself, was non-flammable. Eraserhead was already on his way outside, coming face to face with “Dabi.” Though the clone was the one to move first, launching a flame about half the temperature of Dabi’s own. “We’re not here for the pros, so swallow your woes,” what an image Twice had of Dabi. It was quite annoying, and he almost regretted giving the okay, let alone suggesting it himself.

However, using the clone worked out perfectly for Dabi, since he was one of the few who had a power based quirk; if the heroes thought that he was this weak, they wouldn’t be well prepared for him in the flesh. Eraserhead, who had seen many battles before this, dodged immediately. His quirk was all about putting he and his opponent on equal footing, but from then on it was his own strength that he relied on. Wrapping one of his scarf’s ends around the balcony fence, he hung there until “Dabi” spotted him. Quick! Add in a line that sounds like Dabi: “I guess you’re not called a pro for nothing,” Twice quietly congratulated himself for the “witty” one liner. The clone went in again for another attack, but was cut short by Eraserhead once again. The end once wrapped around the fence flicked towards “Dabi,” wrapping him up in the special alloy. Eraserhead pulled himself toward the “boy” standing on the ground and delivered a painful knee to the face. He then unraveled the fabric and slammed “Dabi” to the ground, immediately demanding, “Objective and numbers.” Something Dabi like, something Dabi like, “Why should I?” it was just bold enough with a dash of ‘I don’t care,’ and a hell hint of asshole. Eraserhead leaned in close threateningly. He began bending the clone’s arm in ways that it shouldn’t bend, however, his reaction was nothing since he was just a pile of flesh moving via quirk. Eraserhead took this as a defense and a challenge, “Arms one after the other, but, since you only have two, I might end up getting legs involved. I’m not afraid to break you, even if it means a mess for the cops,” he hissed. It was at the wrong moment that Iida, Koda, Ojirio, and Mineta returned, all quite spooked from the chaos around them. The Dabi clone used this to his advantage, flipping Eraserhead off of him. The clone was well aware that he was reaching his end, grinning as Eraser thought he had won. “Good enough to pass your knowledge on the the future generation, and being so protective of them, hero,” he almost laughed as Eraser wrapped his infinity scarf around the clone once more, “Is it because they mean a lot to you?” The body slowly disintegrated when Aizawa pulled on it. “I hope you can protect them,” he added, making the air ominous.

“Ah! Dabi is too weak! I should’a known!” Twice waved about to himself. “Done already? That didn’t last very long...” Dabi walked up beside him nonchalantly. “What?! Of course not! You’re pretty cool man, but these pros are impossible!” contradicting himself once more. He could claim that he was defending his quirk, but his brain was scrambled eggs as a result of his quirk. “Try another me, Twice. One by one we can take them over,” Dabi was just talking bullshit at the moment; he just didn’t feel like physical activity that night. “That’s a terrible idea! It’ll never work! Leave it to me!” Twice beamed with his normal oxymoronic sentences. “No, no, no! No! That just won’t do! A brilliant plan this bad will never work!” he changed his mind once again. Another reason why Dabi wanted to stay with Twice, the likelihood of getting anything done was minuscule. He tried to talk Twice into doing it or backing out, seeing as the ditz kept going back and forth like a see-saw on drugs.

Aizawa left the fight a bit more tired than he’d like to admit, albeit miniscule though. Shock and confusion rippled through his being as the villain rippled out of existence? Just when he finally caught the villain in a strong grasp, too. Koda, Ojiro, and Mineta, all led by Iida, witnessed that as well, still panting from their run. “Get inside, tell Vlad that I need to relay a message to Maladay,” he ordered with an added, “I’ll be back,” for good measure. “Wait!” Kota called out, managing to find his voice once more, “I-I have a water quirk, so I can help put out the fires. Maladay is probably worried about me, too, so I c-can assure her-” of course Aizawa was going to have trouble arguing with that. “Fine, but only interfere when I tell you to. I need you to listen to everything I say, okay?” to which, Kota nodded furiously. “Stay here for now, I’m not going to risk taking you near the combat,” Aizawa nodded and pointed towards the house, “Hurry up before they come back.” It was obvious at this point, from what the villain said, that they were after the students. “You pro heroes stay out of our way. You aren’t the ones we have a beef with,” the words echoed in his head. With the minimal staffing and the expansive, mountainous layout, there was no way they could protect the students if they didn’t fight back.

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the-voyager-kota · 6 years ago

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A Simple Paint Job

Kotaj Seville had been to dangerous places to do even more dangerous things to very dangerous individuals. The man had endured the worgen curse, soul splitting, and accepting fel into his being. His body had been the recipient of many hours of cruel physical and psychological torture over the years at the hands of sadistic minds. His mind had been trained and adapted to accepting the taking of another's life in cold blood without so much as a second thought. However, none of that mattered.

Kota had never felt the depth of stress and fear that he did right at this very moment. Kota laid on his stomach facing the wall, sweat beading down his brow and needing to wipe it away with one hand while the other held a wet paint brush steady. He let out a slow breath and then drew it back in before holding it and the other hand came to join at the hilt of the paintbrush. Slowly and steadily, the paintbrush moved forward to contact the wall and he directed it in as straight of a line as he could just above the wooden trimming at the base of the wall. The light tan color of the paint spread evenly, the painter's hands holding firm and not daring to deviate from the path. If one drop fell to the wooden color of the trimming or managed to sneak through the cracks of the tarp laid on the floor and stain the wooden floorboards, Vinarei would have Kota's head on a pike.

He was almost there and not a moment too soon as Kota's face was turning cherry red with lack of oxygen. Finally, the paintbrush covered the remaining section of the wall without fresh paint and Kota pulled it away, letting it drop on the tarp that covered the floor. A massive breath of relief came out as his head dropped forward to the floor. Rolling over, he sat up to a sitting position and looked around the new space that would be Vinarei's shop for whatever she saw fit. In the center was all of the contents of the near empty room gathered and covered by a tarp to protect from the light tan paint that was now drying on all four walls along with the new finish on the wooden supports that had needed replacing.

The shell of the place looked nearly as good as the day it was originally built and Kota could not be more happy with his work as he grinned from ear to ear, simply sitting and taking it all in after the hours of careful work. His vision gazed over towards the pile in the middle, Vinarei's notebook laying open just at its base where he had gone back to for reference time and again when he was repairing wooden supports in the walls to make sure her ideas were being followed to the letter. He leaned back on a hand and muttered to himself. "You definitely owe me a fucking drink, Vin."

Moving to stand up, he gathered the paint can along with the brush and brought them over to the center pile, placing it on top of a crate towards the top and then going about moving around the outsides of the room to inspect the paint job and make sure it was even on every wall. Once satisfied, a nod was given to himself and he want about carefully gathering the tarps that were laid out all along the floor. He knew that keeping the original flooring was something Vin explicitly wanted and he was afraid of what might happen to him if his painting ruined it.

As the tarp was being wadded in his hands, he moved to gather more and tugged at it, feeling resistance and realizing that one of the crates near the center of the room was barely sitting on top of it. His heart stopped and his eyes went wide as he eyed what lie on top of the crate, the very paint can he had set there moments prior. It teetered on the edge, the back side of it coming up as if it threatened to tilt. Kota's eyes then went down to the direction it threatened to spill. Luckily, that entire section of the room was still covered in tarp but what lie just below the splash zone on top of said tarp had Kota in a full on panic. "Fu-."

Vinarei's notebook.

Time moved in slow motion. Kota dropped the tarp that he held as he saw the paint bucket beginning its inevitable tilt and his feet launched him forward. With no time to stop the spill, Kota leapt across the room, diving with his hands stretched out and sliding forward into the notebook. His hands clasped around it as it was pushed out of the way and he felt his heart begin to beat again. A slow smile spread across his face and he felt that he would live to see another day.

The paint bucket tilted and spilled over right on top of Kota's head, the man simply closing his eyes and losing that grin as he was covered in an opaque tan color. His outstretched arms held the notebook at a safe distance but his black hair was entirely covered and his face was glazed over. As the slow drip finally ended, Kota exhaled. "She owes me a lot of fucking drinks..."

((Mentions: @vinarei ))

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gopalraos · 3 years ago

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kenchung2211-blog · 5 years ago

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XiaoMi Roborock S50 S55 Kota Marudu Review

Flip the Roborock S5 over and you'll find two black rubber wheels on either side, a multi-directional wheel in front, and a three-spoke side brush to the leftside. Between the wheels are the mix rubber and bristle roller brush. Though similar to the brush on the Eufy Robovac 30c, the S5's roller brush remained free of hair and fuzz. Design The security company evaluated the security of four distinct app-connected robot vacuums, such as the Roborock S55 and the Roomba 980. The Roborock S55 performed the worst; AV-Test explained this was"Due partially to gross security deficiencies in data transmission, the transfer of information to third parties, the app's unexplainable thirst for information, as well as a clear need for progress in the announcement on the handling of customer data." As per a Roborock agent, though the Roborock S5 employs the same program produced by Xiaomi since the S55 (Xiaomi is an investor in Roborock), map data is saved locally on the robot, and just goes into the Cloud when a user views the map onto the smartphone program.Up to 20 maps are stored in the Cloud at any given time and so are deleted after a year. When users delete a map from the app, it is also eliminated in the Cloud. What the Roborock S5 lacked in cleaning thoroughness, it made up for with speed, cleaning our hardwood and carpet test area at an average of 15 minutes and 22 seconds, almost a full hour faster than the Roomba 690 and 45 minutes fast compared to Shark Ion R85. It wasn't quite as fast as the Neato Botvac D7, that cleaned the test area at an average of 10 minutes.

We're enthused about zone cleaning on the Roborock S5, since it is a great way to perform a cleaning of hall or kitchen where there is more foot traffic. From the primary screen on the program, you can draw boxes. Unlike the iRobot Roomba i7+ and the Neato Botvac D7, you can't save or title the zones, which means you need to redraw the area each time that you wish to clean them. Adding to the confusion is an Edit Map button on the main display that allows you draw barrier cassette and no-go zones. One of our favorite design components of this Robovac S5 is its"hood" Flip up the thin plastic piece and you'll find the dustbin concealed in the middle, together with a indicator light and program reset button.The S5 was the only robot vacuum cleaner we reviewed that had an area to maintain the instrument for cleaning the brush roll, a way to maintain while improving the aesthetic. An section close to the back is supposed to maintain the microfiber mop module. At 63.8 decibels, the Roborock S5 was clearly louder than the Shark Ion R85 (59.2). We had the ability to have a conversation because the vacuum worked around us but undoubtedly raised our voices. The Roborock S5 performed well, but not outstandingly so. On hardwood and carpeting, it picked up an average of 96.2% of the Cheerios strewn across the test region, which was slightly less than the iRobot Roomba 690 (99.5 percent), the Neato Botvac D7 (99.8) and the Shark Ion R85, which scooped a perfect 100 percent with this test.

The Roborock S5 measures 13.8 inches in diameter, more than an inch bigger than the Shark Ion R85; it is also larger than the 13-inch iRobot Roomba 690 and the 13.2-inch Neato Botvac D7. Setup and program We were reluctant to provide the S5 free reign to wash if it decided to try and clean our carpet, so we used the spot-cleaning mode, which sheds a 1.5- meter (4.9 ft ) area around where the S5 is put. Turns out our hesitations were unfounded. The Roborock S5 made about as much water on the ground as a wet Swiffer pad. If only it had cleaned as a Swiffer does.Security concerns Picking up dog hair on both hardwood and carpeting stymied many of those robot vacuums we analyzed, such as the Roborock S5;it picked up just 79.5% of pet hair--10 percent less than the Botvac D7 and 8.5 percent less than the Ion R85. On the other hand, the S5 did finest the Roomba 690's 73.3 percent pet hair pickup speed. Mopping performance Much like the app that accompanies the Mi Home app, the Eufy Robovac 30C was made to control multiple home devices. The design is not intuitive, while the vacuum section of the program is strong. All in all, the Roborock S5 gathered an average of 86.8% of all test debris on carpeting --a performance on a level with all the Neato Botvac D7, but well below the Shark Ion R85's 97.2 percent. The S5's hardwood performance told a similar tale, picking up an average of 83.9% of test debris. It was bested by the Botvac D7 by 12 percent. The Roborock S5 distinguishes itself with a mapping feature that's unique one of the robot vacuums we tested, but unfortunately, its prowess is much more of a novelty than helpful. A half-inch slender, half-moon-shaped disk using a microfiber pad attached with velcro clicks resides beneath the rear of the vacuum.

Fill out the dish with water, click it in, adjust the Cleanup mode and you are ready to wash. The screen shows the most recent map-cleaning place cleaning time and our piece of information. Along the bottom are icons for Go, Dock, Clean and Zoned Cleanup. In the center of the robot is a raised laser cap on the Neato Botvac D7 using a splash of orange beneath. Above the cover are physical buttons for spot cleaning, on/off and recharging. Maybe due to its white color, the wall sensors on front and side of the S5 are more conspicuous than on other models, but they don't detract in the bot appearance.We were impressed with how gently the Roborock S5 approached walls and barriers. The bumper on the Roomba 690 seemed to announce it struck something with clunk; the S5 was considerably more polite. The robot slows its own approach and its own side brush before gingerly approaching an obstruction when the S5 chose an item was still approachable, it approached with gusto. The S5 pushed chairs and puppy bowl across the floor over the Shark Ion R85 and also the Neato Botvac D7. It wasn't harmful, but I would not leave a fragile vase on a lightweight plant stand around during a cleaning. Once the Roborock S5 get its bearings, it cleaned areas in a thorough, precise, back-and-forth snake pattern. The robot vacuum found its way under our dining room table through the maze , easily weaving its way to another out of one side of the room. We appreciated how hewed to walls and about seat legs;it tackled walls and edges as the Neato Botvac D7. The van was also smart enough to fully avoid a thick pile rug which felled additional robot vacuums, but its taller height meant it didn't fit under one of our chairs or our low-clearance couch.

Despite its size, the Roborock S5 deftly maneuvered through tight spaces. At 3.8 inches , the S5 sits straight between the 3.9-inch Botvac D7 and the 3.7-inch Roomba 690. While we do not love the raised laser cover in the center, the characteristic was less obtrusive than the one on the D7, which has a large overhang and penchant for getting stuck under living room chairs. You want it to look good -- particularly if it's docked on your living room, if you are adding a robot vacuum to your house. The Roborock S5 eschews the black-and-gray colour scheme adopted by other vacuums for white, with silver trim around the rim. If you guessed the Go icon would initiate a cleaning cycle, you would be wrong. Instead, God directs the S5 into a user-chosen stage on the cleansing map for the bot to perform a spot cleaning. By activating the icon that is sterile, a vacuuming cycle is initiated. Buried in the Preferences menu are five distinct Cleanup modes: Quiet, Balanced, Turbo, MAX and Mop. The app, and by extension, the vacuum, retain the mode last used.Cleaning performance The Roborock S5 may also be controlled via Amazon Alexa and Google Home. But don't expect to access some advanced features the choices are On and Off, which prompts to bot to return to its base. Google Assistant adds"Return to Dock," which sends the robot home, rather than Stop, which pauses the vacuum in its tracks. "Beginning the cleanup," a cheery voice announces from deep inside the Roborock S5.

Instead of a series of Morse code-like beeps and chimes utilized by the Neato Botvac D7, the Shark Ion R85 and many modern appliances, the S5 announces what it's going to do in easy-to-understand terminology prompts. The Roborock S5 is mostly controlled via the Mi Home program (Android and iOS). Linking the robot to the program and also to our house wi-fi network took two attempts because the directions for pairing the bot into the Wi-Fi network weren't too apparent. Abstruse instructions quickly turned into a theme of this S5. The guide recommends running a vacuum cycle that is normal . We did this, but it didn't appear to help. The S5 abandoned the mopped area dull and somewhat tacky. If it had been possible to use something in addition to water from the tank it could have performed better. The black-and-white pier for your Roborock S5 is marginally taller than the vacuum. It's only needed if you plan on using the attachment, although A large plastic mat attaches to the dock. Note that Map Saving Mode is now in beta and must be toggled on individually under Vacuum Settings in the program. We spent several test runs re-mapping our first floor due to the map not saving automatically. Both the expensive iRobot Roomba i7+ and also the D7 are able to store multiple floor plans.

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shutingleong89 · 5 years ago

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Leading XiaoMi Roborock S50 S55 Specialist in Kota Tinggi

At 63.8 decibels, the Roborock S5 was clearly louder than the Shark Ion R85 (59.2). We had the ability to have a conversation with another person in the room as the vacuum worked around us but raised our voices. Much like the program that accompanies the Eufy Robovac 30C is designed to control home devices that were smart. The layout isn't intuitive, while the vacuum part of this app is strong. We were amazed with how lightly the Roborock S5 approached walls and barriers. The bumper on the Roomba 690 seemed to announce that it hit something with springy clunk; the S5 was more considerate.The robot slows its own strategy and its side brush before gingerly approaching an obstruction . The S5 pushed on chairs and dog bowls across the floor more than the Shark Ion R85 and the Neato Botvac D7. It wasn't destructive, but I wouldn't leave a fragile vase on a lightweight plant stand around during a cleanup. The Roborock S5 may also be controlled via Amazon Alexa and Google Home. However, don't expect to get any features the only choices are On and Away, which prompts to bot to come back to its foundation. Google Assistant adds"Return to Dock," which sends the robot home, rather than Stop, which pauses the vacuum in its paths. Overall, the Roborock S5 gathered an average of 86.8% of test debris on carpet--a performance on a par with the Neato Botvac D7, but well below the Shark Ion R85's 97.2 percent. The S5's hardwood performance told a similar story, picking up an average of 83.9% of test debris.

It was bested by the Botvac D7 by 12 percent. If you guessed that the Go icon could initiate a cleaning cycle, you would be wrong. Rather, Go directs the S5 into a stage on the cleansing map for the bot to perform a spot cleaning. Activating the icon that is sterile starts a vacuuming cycle. Buried in the Settings menu are five distinct Cleanup modes: Quiet, Balanced, Turbo, MAX and Mop. The program, and by extension, the vacuum, retain the mode last used. Flip the Roborock S5 over and you'll find two rubber wheels on either side, a multi-directional wheel at front, and a side brush to the leftside. Between the wheels are the mix rubber and bristle roller brush. Though similar to the brush around the Eufy Robovac 30c, the S5's roller brush stayed remarkably free of hair and fuzz. Setup and app The main screen displays the area in yards, cleaning time and also our piece of information. Along the base are icons for Go, Dock, Clean and Zoned Cleanup. What the Roborock S5 lacked cleaning thoroughness, it made up for with speed, cleaning our hardwood and carpet test area at an average of 15 minutes and 22 seconds, nearly a full hour quicker than the Roomba 690 and 45 minutes fast compared to Shark Ion R85. It was as quickly as the Neato Botvac D7, that cleaned the test region at an average of 10 minutes, 22 minutes. The guide recommends running a vacuum cycle that is normal . We did this, but it did not appear to help. The S5 abandoned the mapped area dull and somewhat tacky. When it had been possible to use something along with water from the tank, perhaps it would have performed better. Design As per a Roborock agent, although the Roborock S5 uses the same app made by Xiaomi as the S55 (Xiaomi is an investor in Roborock), map data is stored locally on the robot and only enters the Cloud when an individual views the map onto the smartphone app.

Up to 20 maps are saved in the Cloud at any time and so are deleted after a year. When users delete a map it's also eliminated in the Cloud. The security company assessed the security of four distinct app-connected robot vacuums, including the Roborock S55 and the iRobot Roomba 980. The Roborock S55 performed the worst; AV-Test explained that this was"Due partly to gross safety deficiencies in data transmission, the transport of data to third parties, the program's unexplainable thirst for data, in addition to a clear need for progress in the statement on the handling of customer data." Notice that tabbed Saving Mode is now in beta and must be toggled on individually under Vacuum Settings from the app. We spent several test runs re-mapping our floor due to this map not saving automatically. Both the iRobot Roomba i7+ and the D7 can save multiple floor plans. Despite its size, the Roborock S5 deftly maneuvered through tight spaces. At 3.8 inches , the S5 sits straight between the 3.9-inch Botvac D7 and the 3.7-inch Roomba 690. While we do not love the laser cover at the middle, the characteristic was significantly less obtrusive than the one on the D7, that has a massive overhang and penchant for becoming stuck beneath room chairs. The Roborock S5 performed nicely, but not outstandingly so. On hardwood and carpeting, it picked up an average of 96.2% of those Cheerios strewn throughout the test region, which was slightly less than the iRobot Roomba 690 (99.5 percent), the Neato Botvac D7 (99.8) and the Shark Ion R85, that scooped up a perfect 100 percent with this test. In this robot's center is a laser cover using a splash of beneath on the Neato Botvac D7. Above the cover are bodily buttons for cleaning, on/off and recharging. Perhaps due to the white colour, the wall sensors on the front and side of the S5 are more noticeable than on other models, but they do not detract from the bot's understated look.

The Roborock S5 is primarily controlled through the Mi Home app (Android and iOS). Connecting the robot into the program and to our home wi-fi network took 2 tries, mostly because the directions for pairing the bot into the Wi-Fi network were not too clear. Abstruse instructions quickly became a theme of this S5. "Beginning the cleanup," a cheery voice announces from deep inside the Roborock S5. Rather than a series of Morse code-like beeps and chimes employed by the Neato Botvac D7, the Shark Ion R85 and lots of modern appliances, the S5 announces what it is going to do in easy-to-understand terminology prompts. Cleaning performance Security concerns You want it to look if it's docked on your living room if you're adding a robot vacuum cleaner to your house. The Roborock S5 eschews the black-and-gray colour scheme adopted by other vacuums for white, with silver trim around the rim. The Roborock S5 steps 13.8 inches in diameter, more than an inch bigger than the Shark Ion R85; it's also bigger than the 13-inch iRobot Roomba 690 and the 13.2-inch Neato Botvac D7. When the Roborock S5 gets its claws, it cleaned regions in a thorough, precise, back-and-forth snake pattern. The robot vacuum found its way under our dining room table through the maze weaving its way to another from one side of the space. We appreciated how hewed to walls and seat legs;it tackled walls and edges as the Neato Botvac D7. The van was also smart enough to completely avert a thick pile rug which felled additional robot vacuums, but its taller elevation supposed it didn't fit under our seats or our low-clearance couch. One of our favorite design elements of the Robovac S5 is its"hood" Flip the thin piece up and you will find the dustbin hidden in the middle, together with a Wi-Fi index light and program reset button. The S5 was the robot vacuum we examined that had an space to maintain the differently easy-to-lose instrument for cleaning the brush roll, a clever means to maintain whilst improving the aesthetic.

An section close to the back is supposed to hold the microfiber mop module. The black-and-white pier for your Roborock S5 is slightly taller than the vacuum . A clear plastic mat attaches to the pier, but it's only needed if you're planning on using the attachment. Mopping performance We were reluctant to provide the S5 free reign to mop in case it decided to try and wash our rug, so we used the spot-cleaning manner, which sheds a 1.5- meter (4.9 ft ) area around wherever the S5 is put. Turns our hesitations were unfounded. The Roborock S5 made about as much water as a wet Swiffer pad onto the ground. If it had cleaned as a Swiffer does. Picking up dog hair on both hardwood and carpet stymied many of the robot vacuums we tested, including the Roborock S5;it picked up just 79.5% of pet hair--10 percent less compared to Botvac D7 and 8.5 percent less than the Ion R85. However, the S5 did finest the Roomba 690's 73.3 percent pet hair pickup rate. We were enthused about zone cleaning to the Roborock S5, since it is a great way to perform a cleaning of a front hall or kitchen. From the main screen on the program, you can draw boxes across the map areas you need vacuumed. Contrary to the iRobot Roomba i7+ and also the Neato Botvac D7, you can't save or title the zones, which means you need to redraw every time to the place that you want to clean them. Adding to the confusion is an Edit Map button on the main display that allows you draw virtual barrier tape and no-go zones. The Roborock S5 distinguishes itself using a mopping feature that's unique one of the robot vacuums we analyzed, but unfortunately, its prowess is useful. A slender, half-moon-shaped disc with a microfiber pad attached with velcro clicks resides under the rear of the vacuum. Fill the disc with water, click it adjust the Cleanup manner and you're ready to wash.

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Understanding and Managing Piles: Insights from Jindal Endo-Laparoscopy Hospital

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Backpacking in Borneo Island in Asia

Borneo is not your typical backpacker destination. It’s not as popular as its other more developed South East Asian neighbors. Borneo is an obscure jungle, literally and physically. It’s not frequently talked about, not as easy to travel through, and not as catered to western comfort standards as more touristy South East Asian countries. But it’s home to some mind-blowing scuba diving sites and one of the oldest rainforests in the world. It’s no surprise this combination makes Borneo an incredible place to visit.

Brief Borneo Breakdown

Borneo is the largest island in Asia and the third largest island in the world. Malaysia, Indonesia, and Brunei all claim part of it as their own, for a total of four separate political regions. Kalimantan belongs to Indonesian, Sabah and Sarawak to Malaysia, and lastly, the independent sultanate of Brunei.

Located off mainland Malaysia, almost directly east of capital city Kuala Lumpur, Borneo is surrounded by the South China Sea, Sulu Sea, Celebes Sea, and the Java Sea. Borneo’s location catapults it to the top of the charts in terms of scuba diving and pristine nature.

Where do I Start?

Good question. Borneo is massive, largely underdeveloped, and overwhelming to even experienced travelers. It’s definitely a good idea to do a little research on the area before you go. The activities you want to do or sites you want to see will greatly affect your starting point.

Scuba diving was the top priority when my friends and I planned our trip to Borneo. The region most famous for diving is Sabah, on the northeast coast of the island. This is where our trip began.

We flew into Tawau International Airport (TWU) from Kuala Lumpur, a 3-hour flight from the Malaysian capital. From this airport, Semporna is accessible via bus or taxi. This district and mainland city is the jumping off point to some of the most famous dive sites in the world, Mabul Island and Sipadan Island.

FIRST STOP, SEMPORNA…

First off, Semporna is not a beautiful place. The “downtown” is three or four dirty village blocks with several small bars, restaurants, dive shops, and accommodations. It’s clear the area was developed for tourism, however there is poverty at every turn.

It is not the picturesque place you’d see if you google-imaged the area. It’s hard to imagine some of the most gorgeous white-sand beaches and the brightest turquoise water you’ve ever seen lie just a few minutes off the coast…

Beautiful strip of white sand in the middle of the Celebes Sea.

Diving in Sipadan

Diving must be booked in advance if you want to go to Sipadan Island. The National Park only issues a certain number of permits to dive shops per day and no diver is admitted without a permit. Many of the dive shops also offer accommodation with their dive packages. The easiest thing to do is book an all-inclusive package with at least 2-3 days of diving.

Surface Interval between dives on a nearby island.

The diving off Semporna is fantastic. After the first day, there wasn’t a doubt in our minds as to why this has been crowned a world-class destination. Here you have the chance to see hammerhead sharks, massive schools of jackfish and barracuda, and manta and devil rays. Turtles, reef sharks, moray eels, and scorpionfish are the norm. Mabul is known for its awesome macro diving. If you’re into small things like nudibranch, shrimps, and inconspicuous bottom dwellers, then you cannot miss this muck-divers haven.

SECOND STOP, SEPILOK…

The only worthwhile reason for stopping in Sepilok is to visit the Orangutan Rehabilitation Center. This 45-square kilometer plot of protected land is home to approximately 60-80 orangutans. It’s been serving the orphan orangutan population in Sabah for over 50 years, since it’s opening in 1964.

The rehabilitation center is a little outside the small city, on the edge of the Kabili Sepilok National Forest Reserve. It’s the city’s primary tourist attraction, there is a bus station in the city center that shuttles visitors back and forth.

There’s a short walk on a manmade walkway through the dense jungle canopy. Halfway in, there’s a large area cleared for viewing and taking pictures of the Orangutans.

The center organizes feedings several times a day and this is the best opportunity to see the Orangutans. From behind mesh fencing, we watched as the primates descended upon their meal, teasing, playing, and fighting with each other over the food.

The show is essentially over after the feeding, and we moved onto small nature hikes through the dense forest.

Another noteworthy point about Sepilok is that it’s home to the biggest monitor lizards I’ve ever seen in my life! These guys were just patrolling the rocky coastline like they owned the place!

THIRD STOP, KOTA KINABALU…

After Sepilok, we geared up for another long haul to Kota Kinabalu. After a 7-hour bus ride, we arrived in late afternoon to cool, rainy weather. We posted up in our cozy little open-air hostel and waited out the storm. The city of Kota Kinabalu was more developed then I was expecting, but nowhere near the standards of Kuala Lumpur.

There is some super interesting street art and displays that make a wander around downtown worthwhile.

Mount Kinabalu

We stayed only one or two nights in KK (as it’s known). A two-hour drive and a 5,182-foot change in altitude later found us at the gates of Mount Kinabalu National Park. This park was Malaysia first UNESCO World Heritage Site (est. 1964) and Mount Kinabalu itself is Borneo’s highest mountain.

This park is famous for its lush greenery and impressive diversity; 4,500 different species of flora and fauna, 326 bird species, and over 100 mammal species.

The first thing we realized once we stepped out of the bus is the drastic change in temperature. It was about 20 degrees colder than it had been in Kota Kinabalu. We hardly had any warm clothes (remember, this started out as a scuba diving trip in the tropical Celebes Sea) and we quickly started layering our t-shirts.

Our second mistake was not booking any accommodation ahead of time. Upon arrival, we were told the National Park’s accommodations were full. Instead, we walked a kilometer down the road and luckily found a lovely homestay. We were the only guests and the owner (a sweet local lady) cooked us heaping plates of fried rice for dinner. Going to bed that night we were freezing! We piled on all our clothes, wrapped ourselves in our sarongs and travel towels, and hunkered down for the night!

The time of year we visited (October) is notorious for low visibility and cloud cover. Due to this, we decided against conquering Mt. Kinabalu. We were also told the poor weather made our chances of summiting slim. Instead, we enjoyed a soggy tromp around the parks dozens of hiking trails. The natural beauty of this park is one of a kind and we still had a great time despite not making it to the main attraction. We still managed to glimpse some views of the towering Mount Kinabalu through the clouds.

FOURTH STOP, (A NEW COUNTRY!) BRUNEI

After a few cold nights in the National Park, we caught a bus back down to KK. From the port at Kota Kinabalu, we began our boat trip to the sultanate of Brunei Darussalam.

Before reaching Brunei, there was a mandatory stop in Labuan, the duty-free island in Malaysia. This is a destination in itself and many locals take advantage of the tax-free shopping.

After a few hours break we boarded another boat. We finally arrived in Bandar Segi Begawan, Brunei, after several more hours at sea. The total journey took at least 8 hours.

Our first impression of Brunei was how clean and orderly it was. And quiet. Another thing to keep in mind is Brunei is a dry country, meaning alcohol is not sold in restaurants or stores. It would be considered very disrespectful to be seen drinking in any public place.

One of the most impressive sites in Brunei is the Masjid Omar Ali Saifuddien – a mosque dedicated the current sultan’s late father. The mosque is a majestic sight with its pale exterior, contrasting gold dome, and surrounding man-made lagoon. Visit in the evening when the sunset’s soft light hits the building, giving the whole premise a warm, golden glow.

The next day we took a boat tour along the banks of the Brunei River. During this boat ride we learned the contrast between the simplest and most extravagant way of life in Bandar Segi Begawan; from the village houses and local school, to the luxurious, over-the-top Istana Nurul Imam, the Sultan’s palace which claimed the Guinness Book of World Records title for the largest residential palace.

Shrouded in security and secrecy, it’s difficult to catch a glimpse of this dominating structure. However, a sloped white roof and gold dome can be seen peeking out over the tree line from the banks of the river.

FIFTH STOP, MIRI…

The bus ride from Bandar Segi Begawan to Miri (located in Malaysia’s second political state of Sarawak) is only a couple of hours. Our original plan did not include a stop in this city, but half way through our trip we discovered the only way to enter Mulu National Park (located near the southern border of Brunei in Malaysia’s Sarawak) was via plane or on foot. There are no accessible roads into the park, so flying in or walking in were the only options.

We didn’t have time to walk the famous Headhunter Trail, starting outside the park in the village of Limbang and terminating inside the park’s northern border (although it sounded awesome!). Instead, we booked cheap flight out of Miri to Mulu’s own private airport which lasted approximately 20 minutes.

We exited the tiny airport and started walking to find a homestay. We found a lovely little place about 500 meters outside the park’s entrance and posted up there for the next 3 days.

Can’t miss experiences inside Mulu National Park include: The Canopy Skywalk, Pinnacles Trek (we didn’t have time for this, but it’s highly recommended), Bat Exodus and Deer Cave, and the Clearwater Cave Tour.

We packed a lot into 3 days, but there were several highlights. The Bat Exodus outside of Deer Cave was amazing to watch. Every night visitors gather outside the cave to watch millions of bats exit the cave at dusk. From the ground, the swarm of bats looks like chimney smoke. This happens every night like clockwork.

The day trip to Deer Cave, the largest cave passage in the world, is totally worth it. It’s not too strenuous, but involves some swimming to get to point a from point b. Nature trekking and river walking is also included. This is a great way to appreciate all the flora and fauna of the park.

Clearwater Cave is the largest interconnected cave system in the world as well as having the 8th longest cave in the world. The caves were so massive that we felt like we were wandering through a huge, domed cathedral.

This tour also includes a longboat ride to Penan Village. Here we browsed the local market for handicrafts and learned about the native people from our knowledgeable guide. Our guide also showed us how to use a blowpipe (keleput), the handmade weapon the villagers used to hunt prey.

The Cave of the Winds is combined with the Clearwater Cave and Penan Village tour. This cave gets its name from the composition on its walls, which resemble windswept sand dunes. The tour of this cave is very easy with man-made wooden walkways throughout. The stalactites and stalagmites are very impressive.

We decided to save the Canopy Walk for our last day in Mulu. It boasts a very impressive suspension system and the longest tree-based skywalk in the world.

Multiple bridges crisscross the tree tops. In between each bridge is a viewing platform for taking pictures and soaking up all the natural beauty at each stop.

There’s a high chance of spotting some native snakes in the trees, too!

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After three weeks of adventuring around Borneo’s dense jungles and tropical waters, we were thoroughly exhausted. In a good way. The trip was a great reminder that there are many amazing countries out there that have not been spoiled by overexposure.

Borneo was made for the person who loves a challenge, doesn’t mind getting back to basics, and can tolerate a little dirt on their hands now and again. My advice is to visit before more people discover this diamond in the rough!

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Bushhog * John Deere Lawn Mowers * Guns * One Person Sailboat * Garage/Shop Tools * Pallet of Terre Haute 1960s Era Landscaping Brick * Primitives & Antique Tools * Vintage Octagon Bumper Pool Table * Lowrey Organ * Garden Tiller * Furniture * Glassware * Antiques/Collectibles * Advertising Items * Lawn & Garden Equipment * Holiday Décor * Horse Carousel Collection * Household Items * Garage Items * Lrg Assortment of Cabinets/Storage/Shelving/Organizer Units * Shop Items * Auction Date & Time: Saturday, October 28th, 2017 at 9AM (ET) Seller: Everett & Jeanette Huffman, Estate Auction Location: 8525 South Dearborn Street, Cory, Indiana 47846 Personal Property Preview: Friday, October 27th, 3pm-6pm (ET) Tractor/Vehicle:1986 Toyota Pickup Truck w/ long bed 199Kmi, ext cab, 4 cyl 4 spd runs great!; Allis Chalmers 180 diesel tractor w/ wheel weights & front weights, tires good shape, recent oil change w/ 3pt hitch; 6ft Woods bush hog brush bowl model BB72 Xtreme rotary cutter 3 yr old; John Deere D130 hydrostatic lawnmower 22 hp John Deere engine; John Deere L118 Limited Edition riding mower hydrostatic w/ 20 hp B&S eng (needs work); Huskee 17 cu ft trailer for mower; Guns: Ithaca Gun Co. Inc M-66 Super Single lever action 410 bore 3” chamber shotgun SN# 660707918; J. Stevens Arms Co. .22 S-LLR pump action visible loading repeater rifle SN#J0470; Ranger .22 LR, bolt action rifle w/magazine; Lawn/Garden/Shop/Antiques/General Items: assort hand/garden tools; metal files; shop vacs; hand chem sprayers; pitch forks; painting supplies (brushes etc); wood tennis rackets; lawn/leaf bags; assort lawn chairs; sm pet carrier; fishing poles w/ reels; fishing tackle; antique glass eye wood fishing lures; wheel chalks; 2)gas leaf blowers; assort wood ladders; steel animal traps; several hoses; tarps; assort wire; assort hand tools (wrenches, screwdrivers, hammers etc); assort socket sets; lawn mower parts; files & rasps; assort light bulbs; assort sm hardware (nuts, bolts, nails & screws etc); Sears battery charger; 4) Homelite weed trimmer; garden chemicals & fertilizer; old door knobs; primitives single tree, axes, shovels; assort metal and plastic gas cans; 2)inflatable canoes; power sander; various elect supplies; bungie cords & rope; fire extinguisher; assort iron pipe; wood ext ladders; camo hunting blind; canvas bin for lawn sweeper; tomato cages; plastic hose reel; outdoor A-frame swing; wheelbarrow; prim walk behind garden tiller; pull behind metal lawn aerator; Troy Built Pony walk behind rear tyne tiller; metal turbine roof caps; 2) 6ft sickle bar sections; in-dash Pioneer radio smart phone comp/Bluetooth/Sirius radio ready IN BOX: Power Pro Craft jumper start and power station; Waggoner heavy duty power painter airless paint sprayer; computer speakers; prim hand scythe; rope hammock; ext cords; assort chains; tractor clevis & hitch pins; Tru test lawn spreader; assort grinder wheels; 2 chimney brushes; hand truck; 6ft dbl door metal storage cabinet; vise grips; wire brushes; Tripp Lite power protection surge suppressor; hand wood planes; deep well sockets; metal tool chests; assort wood shelving units; assort storage cabinets; prim 2 dr wood cabinet; 2) medical utility carts; extra wide & reg size sleeping bags; CB radio; Sony radio disc player; ipod radio player; various automotive supplies; golf clubs & bags; vent covers; Ameristep multipurpose pack & blind; dry spreader seeder Agrifab; 3.5hp 20in walk behind lawn mower; Black & Decker elect trimmer; Echo weed trimmer w/ line; 2)plastic tool boxes; outdoor toys; plastic watering cans; car care supplies; assort oils & lube products; 4 dr metal file cabinet; coal bucket; Model 74 115V, 100amp arc welder; 7 metal survival supply containers by Office of Civil Defense/Dept of Defense; group wood handle hand saws; staircase hand rail; 3)metal rail snow sleds; Radio Flyer wagon; upholstered child’s rocking chair; old child’s wood blocks; boy’s Huffy bike arrow mini chopper style; girls sm huffy bicycle; Men’s Huffy Scout 3 bike; GE elect metal blade fan; Master Mechanic 16 gal wet/ dry vac; Speedway Series 12 spd drill press; 6 ft 2 dr metal storage locker; floor brooms; Speedway Series ¾ hp 8” wheel grinder on base; 2 J Marttiini filet knifes; Buffalo Tools 2 hp elect air compressor; 2hp charge air compressor; treble light; Power Craft elect hand drills; elect motor; Stocky elect fence charger; small metal parts cabinets; King Craft palm sander; plastic truck tool box; approx 10ft hard plastic/composite sailboat w/ 2 sails & seats; assort lumber; prim True Value metal wheel barrow; Agrifab 38” lawn sweeper; metal radio estate cart model 76 capacity 5.5 cu ft w/ metal wheels; 2)Minn Kota trolling motors; plastic drain pipe; roofing paper; primitive wood box; plastic flower boxes; metal trunk; Culvert Better Seed Corn Hybrids sign; metal tractor step w/battery box; 13)plastic milk crates (Wanzer’s, Cedar Hill Farms etc); metal milk crate; plastic buckets; 6 shelf metal wire display rack; outdoor table umbrella; wood & metal fence posts; plastic trash cans; firewood; wood & metal fence gates; old oil cans; bike tire pumps; glass oil container spout; 18V cordless drill; pallet of 1960s Terre Haute Brick; sm pile cinderblocks; landscape timbers; selection poplar wood boards; Household/Furniture/ Collectibles: yellow vasoline glass candle holders & bowl; collection of carousel horses (some musical); Octagon 3-in-1 bumper pool table w/cues, balls etc & 5 chairs; 7.5ft white pine artificial Christmas tree in box; tall nut cracker soldier statue; assort crocks; St Claire paper weight; assort knick-knacks; angels; vintage cork bottle stopper; clear cut glass dishes; upholstered couch; assort upholstered chairs; bowls; vases; approx 20 pc vintage pink/green beverage glass sets & goblets; vintage green blendo water set; assort water sets; cake stand w/dome lid; assort end tables; assort lamps; assort Christmas & holiday items; 6) glass holiday martini glasses; glider rocker; round single door cabinet end table; 4)dr oak cabinet; The Nestle Co. Inc. clear teacups; Coors porcelain mortor & pestle USA 522-000-B-3; clear etched glass relish dish; Budweiser Millennium high ball clear stemmed beer glasses; ceramic pedestal fruit bowl; clear glass plant frogs; crystal ring holder; assort clear candy dishes; vintage mirrored trays; assort linens; sake set in box; binoculars; handmade Mexican leather purses; assort clothing accessories; glass mixer bowls; Corning Ware dishes; old shot glass; ceramic nativity scene; Home Medics facial steamer; NIB Rabbit corkscrew; hand crafted/painted dishes by Noritake; Yashica w/Sunpak 45mm auto 101 flash camera; mechanical music dolls; Liebermann Elegance doll in box; glass bake dishes; Duralex dishes; Fuji film fine pix A610 Olympics stylus pocket camera; assort Tupperware; Stroh’s metal cans; vintage purses; assort umbrellas; new certificate of excellence for years of service; assort costume jewelry; 2) matching twin bed set; wicker storage shelving unit; nice 5)pc bedroom suite (queen sz bed, chest of drawers, mirror dresser, 2)night stands, head/foot board); wooden jewelry cabinet; Ionic Breeze air purifier; wood computer desk; assort baskets; painted bookcase w/cabinet & drawers; set 30 Americana Int’l Edition Encyclopedia; Samsung VRT top load wash machine; Kenmore 600 front load elect dryer; utility table; 2 dr wood entertainment center; Life Style Cardio-Fit exercise machine; hide-a -bed couch; white 9dr dresser; mission style oak glider rocker w/ottoman; assort VHS/DVD movies; canning supplies; pressure cooker; elect frying pan; 2) utility carts; white Westinghouse chest freezer; GE 8-track tape player works great!; metal floor fan; retro bread box; lg assortment 8-track tapes; metal office desks; bowling balls & shoes w/ case; 2) upright Kirby vacuum (Classic, Legend 2); lg plastic drink dispenser; assort vintage picnic baskets; leather hand bags; old horseshoes; retro alum stackable warmer; retro plastic food storage container; 37.5” x 26.5” wall mirror & lots more! For Terms, Photos & Sale Flyer go to: www.ucmarshall.com Auctioneer’s Note: We are honored to conduct the Public Auction for the Huffman Family Estate. We have a great selection of items to spark everyone’s interest. This will be approx imately a 4 hour sale. So come on out and bring a friend and enjoy your auction experience. Port-A-Pot will be available. Announcements made at day of sale will take precedence over printed, oral, electronic statements, etc. All Items sold AS IS, WHERE IS, with no warranties expressed or implied. Must have FOID card for the purchase of guns or ammo. Auctioneer is acting only as an agent to the Seller(s) and is not responsible for any accident or liability. United Country – Auctions, Appraisals & Realty, LLC and their agents and the Seller(s) reserve the right to preclude any person or persons from actively bidding in any form if there is any question as to the person or person’s credentials, behavior, suitability, etc. to participate in the bidding process. Terms of Personal Property: Cash or Check with proper ID at day of sale, Credit Cards (Mastercard, Visa, American Express, Discover) w/ a clerical fee in the amount of 3% of the total purchase charged to the buyer for the use of credit cards. Not responsible for any thefts or accidents. NOTE: WE DO NOT USE THE 6% BUYERS PREMIUM ON PERSONAL PROPERTY—-REAL ESTATE ONLY. NOTE: The Auctioneer may use any dollar increment during the bidding process he feels is appropriate. Read the full article

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