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NEVERLAND

OK SO i was about to do a reaction to Neverland before i jumped into Zagreus, but the cliffhanger was too cool to just stop, so i will start by saying a few things about Neverland and move on, Neverland was cool! i love 8th and charley that can't kill each other, the wholepeter pan connections were really good!! also fuck me with Charley wanting to get it over with please charley you wanted to liveeee

fave quotes of neverland: CHARLEY: It's all right, Doctor. I'm not afraid. It's like I said in the Tardis. My time is up. There is no alternative. Oh, Doctor, you rescued me from the R101. You gave me these last few wonderful months. The things that I've seen, the places I've been. I've lived more than I ever could dream of, and all thanks to you. And you're the sweetest, the kindest, most wonderful man I've ever met. And I'm sorry it's come to this, and I'm sorry it has to end like this, but if the Web of Time is destroyed then all the time I've had, everywhere I've been, all those fabulous, fantastic things we've done, they won't ever have happened at all. Don't let those times be taken away. Don't let it all go to waste. I know it's an awful, terrible thing, but I want you to do it. Oh, Doctor, please do it before it's too late. DOCTOR: Charley, I can't. You're my friend, and I love you. I can't look you in the eye and shoot you no matter what. CHARLEY: Doctor, I love you too, and this is no way to say goodbye, but please, please! Oh, what's wrong with you! You've saved the universe before, so do it again, the only way how. SENTRIS: That's right, Doctor. It won't take much. A quick burst of staser fire and all these troubles will be over. And if your conscience pricks a little, well, it'll all have been in the noblest possible cause. CHARLEY: Oh, shut up, Sentris! You think we're alike, don't you? That's why you took my form. But we're not. We both died before our time, whether we should or we shouldn't. It just doesn't matter. The difference is, I'm grateful for every second that I've had. Charlotte Pollard, Edwardian Adventuress. We measure our lives in love, and I've loved every minute. But you, and all the lost boys and girls in your Never Never Land, you're so fixated on what you might have missed out on, you've forgotten what living was like. I could get angry too. I'm so scared, you know, but we're born into love, not anger, and love never dies, however brief our lives might be. Now, Doctor! Do it now! DOCTOR: I can't, Charley. I can't! I'm sorry.

LIKE CHARLEY I LOVE YOU OUCH OUCH OUCH

DOCTOR: Because I'm the Doctor, and whatever happens, whatever the odds, I never ever, never give up. Brace yourself, Charley. wow WHAT A NOT AT AOO OMUNES AND CLEARLY NT BUILDING TO ANYTHING QUOTE WOW, but seroslly i love him so much

also there is one moment where the doctor is in the cell before they show him the future thing, and he throws exposition left right and center to get a step up from his enemies, and you can just hear him stomping on the ground!!!!!!! he is such a stompy doctor !!!!!!!

also i also headcanon this doctor to have panic attacks sometimes and i promise he hjad one when he went out of the future trauma machine, then not comforting Charley back and 😭 its all coming together damm it

ALSO ALSO ROMANA WAS INRREDIBLE I LOVED HER

i loved how she was in the doctor's corner but was still semi objective

as a first interduction to her i can really say i really liked her

also also of course: DOCTOR: Romana? This is Charley, one of my best ever friends. Charley, this is Romana, one of my best friends ever. CHARLEY: Hello. ROMANA: Hello.

I LOVED THAT I LOVE THAT SO MUCH, I LOVE HOW WE EVOLVED FROM 8 BEING LIKE "don't call people your best friends" TO MAKING A DISTINCON LIKE THAT OMG

ALSO Charley calling 8th Peter Pan!!!! like, exactly!! exactly!!!! this is exactly it i am eating gravel

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anti-spellcaster shadow monk

Here's a half-decent anti-spellcaster candidate: Shadow Monk.

Why Shadow Monk? So. At level 3 you get to cast a variety of spells:

Pass Without Trace, to sneak up on enemies;

Darkness to make it impossible for them to target you with any spells that require sight, and also let you just walk away without provoking AOOs;

Silence to make it impossible for them to cast any spell with a verbal component (unfortunately you can't carry this one around);

and Darkvision just for fun.

These have a fairly hefty cost in the form of 2 ki and an action, but they're often worth it imo. As the cherry on top, you even get Minor Illusion, which even ignoring raw out-of-combat utility is just a lovely cantrip full of RP possibilities.

Moving on: at level 5 you get Stunning Strike which, okay, has a lot of caveats as i'm sure you've heard, but theoretically speaking spellcasters should have slightly worse Con saves than most enemies? So it might work better? Maybe? i should analyse that sometime. And Stunned is one of the only conditions which any martials have access to which can actually stop casters from casting spells - Grappled, Prone, Restrained, none of them work, it's so sad. Whereas Stunned even breaks concentration automatically (Stunned implies Incapacitated and then it's in the Concentration rules). If you can actually get it to work, it *works.*

And then at level 6 you just get to teleport through darkness or dim light as a BA, up to 60ft, infinitely. i have an enormous soft spot for teleportation because it's just cool and you can do so much with it; get out of danger, get into range, infiltrate, exfiltrate, just flex on enemies and allies...

So those are the advantages. Now, the big drawback: the actual expected DPR output isn't great. You are a Monk without anything special to actually make you super competitive there. But you do have good anti-spellcaster tools, in return. The low damage is the price for your specialisation, alas.

A few Numbers for expected DPR at level 5-6ish (ignoring crits always and forever):

- subclassless fighter, longsword, dueling: 0.65 * 2 * (4.5 + 4 + 2) = 13.7

- monk, two qstaff attacks: 0.65 * 2 * (4.5 + 4) = 11.1

- monk, two qstaff attacks, one with advantage (eg. after shadow step): 0.8775 * (4.5 + 4) + 0.65 * (4.5 + 4) = 13

- monk, two qstaff attacks + fist: 0.65 * 2 * (4.5 + 4) + 0.65 * (3.5 + 4) = 15.9

- monk, two qstaff attacks + flurry: 0.65 * 2 * (4.5 + 4) + 2 * 0.65 * (3.5 + 4) = 20.8

Optimisation

i haven't really fully optimised this wrt. race, feats, etc.. Off the top of my head, you could go Drow for the free cast of Darkness? And that would open up the possibility of Elven Accuracy down the line... Bugbear is just really good on martials, especially MotM Bugbear for the first-turn Flurry of Blows into 4 attacks with +2d6 damage on each. Don't be fooled though, on any martial other than one of the real nova meme builds the real strength is the extra 5ft reach, which not enough people talk about - particularly on Monks, as it lets you hit people and then run away to behind the Fighter without them being able to hit back. Sure you could already do that with Shadow Step, but this doesn't eat your BA, which you want for damage in order to be remotely competitive.

Of course, fliers or VH/CL are still probably the best options, as always…

One thing to try for is to get a way to see through your own Darkness; that would let you cast it and then just teleport around with impunity, and would give you permanent advantage on anyone else in your darkness. Very tempting, but it turns out to be hard, however:

The classical solution is getting Devil's Sight, but two levels of Warlock is harsh and MAD on a monk. Could work, but it's harsh.

An alternative is taking Eldritch Adept, but this requires either the Pact Magic or Spellcasting features - which the 3rd level Shadow Monk feature does not count as. So you would need to dip one level into a caster to even be able to take the feat. Which itself is harsh given that Monks really really want ASIs in order not to die instantly, so this also isn't ideal. However, 1 level of cleric is pretty great on Monk regardless imo and there are some really strong domains after Tashas, so it might be worth. There's also just Fighting Initiate these days, which you can use to take the Blind Fighting style. It's not perfect because it only gives you 10ft of blindsight - can't get the full use out of your 60ft BA teleport. However, one feat is cheaper than one feat and one caster level, or two warlock levels. Now, if you do get a way to see through your own darkness and you're a Drow or some other flavour of elf, you could take Elven Accuracy, which would just give you three dice for each attack roll with Darkness up, which would actually make your DPR somewhat respectable i think? Not even so expensive since it's a half-feat for Dex/Wis.

You don't really want many feats, other than again maybe Elven Accuracy? Or some other Wis half-feats, maybe. You just need Dex and Wis too badly; remember your AC scales off of both, and you need to be increasing both so as not to squish.

Note that you don't really want Mage Slayer, ironically. It fits the build perfectly, but it's just too situational for me, and too weak to be worth justifying not just increasing Dex or Wis. If you have good stats or are certain you have room for it, go for it though.

Strategy

Not too much to say. Do bear in mind that you absolutely do not have to cast Darkness at the start of every combat, also - you could just go in instead, and often the best option will be not spend ki on things like this and instead just try and stun them, or just use all the ki on Flurry of Blows, or etc.

Feasibility

Completely RAW, not dubious at all; not insanely powerful either, so it's reasonable to actually play. However, the standard Darkness-build disclaimer applies: the DM may get tired of the gimmick and the rest of the party may rightfully be annoyed at you for blotting out the battlefield, even if you carefully explain the counterintuitive RAW of no one having advantage or disadvantage by default in Darkness.

(Basically, if you and an enemy are both in the Darkness, then you're Blinded, so you can't see to attack, so all attacks you make have disadvantage. But *they're* also Blinded, so they can't see attacks against them, so all attacks made against them have disadvantage. So it cancels out. This is pretty dumb, it should just be disadvantage imo, but this is the joy of 5e RAW.)

A good way to mitigate this is just to leave every turn, so as not to get in the way. However, even your slightly increased movement speed may not be sufficient for this by default. A few ways around this: just teleport out, sacrificing DPR each turn again. Alternatively, if you are a flying race or similar, you could just fly vertically upwards at the end of each turn to remove the sphere of Darkness from your party's view, and then fly back down at the start of each of your next turns.

Or just don't cast Darkness, of course.

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Unburden

pairing: Kerry Eurodyne x Male!V , Johnny Silverhand x Female!V word count: 5864 summary: V and Valley have a discussion and Valley and Johnny drink coffee sorta notes: Hello it’s me again. Back at it with another chapter. I love everyone who even glances at this fic tbh and I love you all. Also self reblog of chapter 1 too before this so :p

Play with Fire — 01 | . . |

AOO Link!

With some coaxing, Valley and V were ushered inside. The wind had picked up and it was getting far colder than V was prepared for. V’s face hurt but not as much as the ache in his heart at what he did to Valley. Valley walked and sat on the couch near the front door, her arms crossed tightly and motioning for V to sit. Kerry brought over a washcloth and cleaned his face off as he sat on the coffee table across from Valley. “Valley, by the way.” Valley muttered up at Kerry. Kerry raised an eyebrow back at her, glancing over at V. Johnny’s chuckle was the only thing that was heard. “Kerry.” Kerry replied back, looking V’s face over once more before walking away to grab an ice bag. “All right.” Valley stated, looking at V. “Spill.” Valley muttered lowly. V let out a small sigh, leaning his elbows on his knees.

“The big heist...the one that was supposed to make me rich and legendary, remember?” V asked, looking back at Valley who nodded. “Went to shit.” V started. “Got this ‘Relic’ that was so expensive, but things got fucked when Saburo Arasaka was killed by Yorinobu Arasaka and me and -” V stopped himself, the feeling nearly overwhelming him as he remembered even just the smallest thing about Jackie. Kerry walked back over with an ice pack and sat beside V. V sighed at the cool package against his face. Kerry made V hold the ice pack, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, staying for a moment longer, looking at V to tell him what to do. V shook his head and nodded. Kerry only nodded back, standing up and kissing his head and going upstairs. An unspoken understanding...Kerry had a long flight to get back a day early to surprise V. “Listen, the heist went to shit and Jackie died, okay?” V snapped, feeling the anger boil in his blood. Valley’s face quickly changed from the stoic look to a much softer one. V hated it. Didn’t want to feel sympathy. Spent nearly 8 months not letting it get to him...not letting himself really...V shook his head. “V.” Valley stated softly, making the knot in Valley’s chest tighten. V quickly grabbed hold of the bottle of Centzon and opened it, taking a long drink. When he opened his eyes, Valley had her own eyes shut. She hated it when he drank...but V needed it. Needed it anytime he talked about Jackie… “Shoved a biochip in my head that was considered the Relic, then was betrayed by my fixer and shot in the head.” V continued his explanation, taking another long drink from the bottle before Johnny grabbed the thing from him. “Hey!” V snapped, as Johnny walked around him and sat on the opposite end of the couch Valley sat at. “Woke up in a landfill.” Johnny began, closing the lid on the bottle. “With me in his head.” Johnny continued, placing the bottle down beside him. “Had to have some serious stuff done to get ‘im back to functioning...well, sort of functioning.” Johnny said, leaning back and spreading his legs out. “See, that Relic in his head saved his sorry ass from becoming worm food.” Johnny continued, obviously living off the attention he was getting. V rolled his eyes. “It saved me and then started killin’ me.” V grumbled back, pulling Valley’s attention back to him. “Biochip in my head had a personality construct on it. Which was Johnny Silverhand’s.” V stated, gesturing back at Johnny. Valley looked between the two, obviously confused. “So...you’re telling me that...that he’s like, legit, Johnny Silverhand.” Valley asked, pointing over at Johnny as he sat on the couch end opposite of her own. “Out of all the questions…” V muttered lowly, pulling the ice pack from his face before hissing from the cool air that hit it afterwards and putting it back on. “Technically, I’m a clone with my own construct put into it.” Johnny said helpfully from the sidelines. V sent a glare back at him while Valley chuckled. “See, the reason the biochip in V’s head was killin’ him was because when he got shot, he died, so the biochip thought V was just a corpse. So when V woke up, the biochip started killin’ all the good parts of him, brain neurons, functioning organs later on and so on.” Johnny shrugged casually. “Relic was gonna override his personality with mine...Started to slowly become one another until my construct had taken over fully.” Johnny continued far too casually for V’s liking. V glared back at him once more. Johnny rolled his eyes. “Hey, you’re obviously alive and well, so the story has a good ending.” Johnny snarked back when he caught sight of V’s face. V rolled his eyes, turning back towards Valley. “Johnny and I…” V began and stopped, thinking for a moment. “It was like our minds were touching.” V began to try and explain what had happened with Johnny. “He could see my memories and I could see his. He was like this little ear worm in my head; only thing was that I was the only one who could hear the fucker. Only I could see him. And the more time that went on, the more in control he seemed.” V explained uneasily, still feeling an urge for a cigarette, even now. “Took some pills to keep him from fully takin’ over, gave him the reins sometimes. He knew me and I knew him.” V shrugged, not even wanting to look over at Johnny. “Take a bullet for him.” V said, now glancing back at the man in question. It was soft and almost invisible, but V could see Johnny’s smile. Valley remained silent, simply watching the exchange. “Had to go through a bunch of fuckin’ hoops to get to anyone who could even remotely help me. Ended up getting in contact with Hanako Arasaka for some help.” V muttered. Valley let out a scoff, folding her arms and leaning back into the couch. V raised an eyebrow at her. “Got out of Arasaka’s lair only to be lured back in?” Valley asked with venom in her words. V rolled his eyes back at her. “What’d you have to do, V, sell your soul?” Valley snapped back, sitting up a bit to make sure he knew she was pissed. Always was good at making him feel guilty. “Almost.” V joked but quickly shut his mouth with the glare that Valley sent back. “All I had to do was not kill Yorinobu Arasaka when I got into Arasaka Towers to get into their mainframe which held a totally different construct that wasn’t even really a construct, that helped split Johnny and I up since the biochip was slowly taking over my body and I was slowly becoming him.” V explained thoroughly, yet quickly. It was nearly 5 am. He wanted to get some rest… “So, got that figured out, and Johnny gave me my body back-” “Not without you trying to beat my cyberdata ass to a pulp.” Johnny muttered from the side. V sent a stern glare back at him, indicating for him to shut up. Johnny rolled his eyes, putting up his hands defensively. “I was put back into my body, but I just couldn’t accept that this stupid fuckin’ rockerboy that had been in my head for nearly 2 months was gone.” V explained, glancing back at Johnny. “So, I spent the next 5 months finding out a way to save the both of us, since I was still dying at the time before we even got to the idea of cloning.” V continued explaining himself. Valley sat deadly quiet as she listened. “Came to me when I got in a street fight in Kabuki, tryin’ to just forget that I was still dyin’... Fought these two twins that had split their personalities into two bodies. Didn’t really have a twin, but the idea of clones came to mind...So I thought, why couldn’t I just create a clone? So I did...with a lot of people’s help.” V explained, feeling a little giddy at all that had happened. He saved himself, but most importantly, he saved Johnny Silverhand. “Created clones of me and Silverhand, switched out our engrams into the clones, bimbamboom, we’re both alive and, well, in bodies that won’t rot away. One’s that we both have our own control over.” V said with a small smile that quickly faded as he looked over at Valley. Valley was looking down at her hands. Her jaw tight, her mouth clenched shut, one of her legs was bouncing anxiously. “Why didn’t you call?” Valley asked, the question knocking the wind out of V’s high that he had from just thinking about his brilliant plan. Valley didn’t look up. V felt the knot in his chest move to his throat. “I didn’t want to worry you.” V muttered, rubbing the back of his neck hesitantly. Valley quickly looked up at him and glared. “Bullshit.” Valley snapped freezing V in his spot. “If you didn’t want to worry me, you’d have picked up your stupid fuckin’ holo...given me a fuckin’ lie.” Valley continued, suddenly standing up from her anger. “Hey Val, it’s been hella busy here, how’s it goin’, how’s life? I’m doin’ okay, just busy.” Valley snapped aloud, mimicking his own voice as she started pacing in front of the couch she had once been sat on. V looked down for a moment. “Val I-” “He was a fucking mess.” Johnny said aloud, stopping Valley from pacing and made both V and Valley look his way. “After Jackie died, all V did for a month was gig after gig after gig.” Johnny explained and V felt his skin crawl. “Didn’t take care of himself, ignored everyone’s calls, besides fixers givin’ him jobs. Only reason he knew about Jackie’s funeral was because his mom messaged V and told him that the funeral was on a certain day and then on that day, V finally picked up the holo.” Johnny explained, sitting up a bit, looking over at V. V could tell he felt a little bad about telling Valley all of this for V’s sake, but not as much as V would have liked him to feel. “Went to his funeral and started gettin’ his shit together. Started focusin’ on getting the chip out of his head and started figuring out how to do that.” Johnny shrugged, leaning back once more. Valley didn’t seem as pleased with the explanation...and why would she be. “How did…” Valley began, looking down for a moment before looking back over at Johnny. “Your minds touched and you both saw memories of the other…” Valley muttered aloud. “How...why didn’t you know who I was?” Valley asked, sounding pathetically sad. V felt the sharp intake of breath enter his nostrils. Johnny looked at Valley for a moment before glancing over at V. “There’s certain memories we both didn’t let the other see.” Johnny shrugged. “I didn’t show him certain memories of my past and he kept most of his childhood locked up pretty tightly.” Johnny explained truthfully. V looked back over at Valley hesitantly. Valley looked at Johnny before sitting back down on the couch. “I’m pretty sure I’d remember a pretty face like yours.” Johnny stated seriously, making V snap his head back towards him and glare as Johnny smirked and winked back at Valley. Luckily, V didn’t turn his head back to Valley before seeing Johnny get hit in the face with a pillow. V chuckled softly, looking back at Valley. Valley had the usual pink across her cheeks now, the one that always spread across her cheeks and nose from any kind of comment like Johnny’s, bringing out the dark colors of her freckles only seemed to grow in numbers from years in the sun. “I mean, you said that you both liked Samurai growing up, I just assumed that, you know, with the assumption I’ve been with V I could get with his sist-” Now V threw a pillow at Johnny. Light laughter filled the air as Johnny caught the other pillow. “Val, you’re welcome to the couch, Johnny, you’re welcome to fuck off.” V said, shaking his head, feeling the knots throughout him subside, even just for a moment. V stood up and walked towards the stairs. “I got a compromise.” Johnny said and V could already feel the comment coming as he stopped on the first step, looking back at Johnny. “Valley girl and I both get the couch and fuck off on-” Johnny said aloud before Valley quickly got up and grabbed a pillow, shoving the thing over his face. V shook his head as he watched V slowly suffocate Johnny with a pillow as he continued to laugh under it. V shook his head as he walked up the stairs. A thud made him look down at the scene. Johnny had grabbed the pillow and was now trying to suffocate Valley on the floor. “You got this Val?” V asked as he leaned against the railings. A moment of mumbling passed before Johnny let out a sharp hiss of pain, reaching for his junk and falling backwards. Valley rolled backwards and stood up, jumping just a little as she did. “Yup!” Valley called back up, giving him a thumbs up. As V turned, he could see that Johnny had gotten back up and went to tackle Valley, but V didn’t hear another thud when Kerry walked out of the bathroom and leaned over the railing. “It is now getting close to 5 am.” Kerry snapped, pulling everyone’s attention up to him as he leaned against the railing. “Listen, I’m an aging rockstar who needs his beauty rest, so please, would everyone, shut. The. Fuck. Up!” Kerry snapped. V only got a glimpse of Johnny flipping Kerry off and V doing the same, with Johnny holding onto the collar of Valley’s trenchcoat before Kerry grabbed onto V’s shirt collar. “And you-” Kerry snapped, pulling V into the bathroom. “I don’t think I said I was done with you.” Kerry purred as he closed the bathroom door behind him. 

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Valley sat in a lawn chair looking out at the city. Her trenchcoat was wrapped tightly around her as her knees went up to her chest, trying to keep the warmth in. It was getting colder and V could see her breath as she sat in silence. The city never really ‘slept’, but at 6:30 in the morning, there was a lull about the neon city. Valley didn’t sleep. She rarely did whenever she had to come to Night City and despite V’s nice and safe and fancy penthouse, it didn’t help. Her mind was buzzing far too much. Her skin crawled, or maybe it was a shiver, Valley didn’t know the difference at this point. She never really felt at home in her own skin after all the shit that went down. Could only blow up and torch so many shitty places before feelin’ like the shitpile never ended. “Does it get any colder?” Valley flinched as a voice broke the semi-quiet atmosphere. Valley turned and looked at who was talking. Johnny Silverhand. Not just some impersonator, no, the real one. It was still a little baffling. The only good thing about V not mentioning / keeping Valley locked away in his memories from Silverhand was that he would 100% use most of her childhood teenage rebellion to tease her. Could honestly use most of her childhood to tease her. “Been dead for a good 50 years.” Johnny muttered aloud, now wearing what looked like an old Samurai jacket. Valley didn’t say a word regarding that. Didn’t need him knowing how obsessed she had become at one point with the band. “Still have that little piece of ice in Antarctica?” Johnny asked, plopping himself down in the lawn chair besides her. Valley raised an eyebrow at him, noticing the steaming mug in his hand. “Not the real thing.” Valley said, shaking her head, putting her feet down as he spread himself out. Seemed to be a trademark of his... “Have some artificial ice blocks up there they watch. Put new ones in recently, may be why it’s gettin’ so fuckin’ cold.” Valley shrugged, making sure her trenchcoat stayed tightly around her to keep the cold out. “This how you used to get girls back in the day, Silverhand? Talkin’ about the weather?” Valley teased back at him. “No,” Johnny said with a shake of his head. “But is it workin’?” Johnny asked playfully back, making Valley snort and shake her head. “Nope. Have to do a little better than askin’ about the weather.” Valley sassed back. “Plus, negative points for walking out here with only one cup of coffee and not two.” Valley pouted playfully back, keeping the fluttering in her stomach from spreading across her face at the look he gave back. Valley had seen some old footage of Samurai on stage and off stage and interviews and far too many other clips that she scoured the net for, but none had actually prepared her for seeing the real Johnny Silverhand in person and none would prepare her for how he looked at her like he could devour her in a minute. “V doesn’t drink coffee, and I’m not about to waste coffee with Kerry around. He’ll lose his fuckin’ head.” Johnny snarked back, taking an obnoxious sip of coffee after staring at Valley for a moment longer than she knew was appropriate. “Ahh, the expensive shit.” Johnny exclaimed aloud, making Valley glare back at him with a huff. “You know, princess, there is more on the pot inside.” Johnny said, kicking his feet up against the railing that was close to the lawn chairs. “Stay out of the armoury though.” Johnny warned playfully. Valley let out a groan as she stood up and stretched. She had been sitting in the shitty little lawn chair since V went to bed...or at least said he was. Valley got a little tired of hearing soft moans and went outside. Johnny had decided to take the couch anyway and despite sort of wanting to take him up on the offer to share the couch, she went outside instead. “Jesus, how much fuckin’ jizz do they have?” Valley grumbled, leaning back against the rail and popping her back. Valley shut her eyes at the sensation. Johnny snorted. “You want the honest answer? ‘Cause I can tell you how much both-” Johnny got out as Valley’s eyes snapped back open. “No!” Valley snapped, already walking towards the house. Johnny’s laugh was a lot louder than she would have liked. She knew he wasn’t kidding and she wasn’t about to hear the statistics of her brother and his lover’s cum to jizz ratio. Valley shivered at the thought as she got back into the house. Another little shiver ran up her spine from the warmth as she walked into the kitchen, making sure to avoid the armoury door like the plague and keeping her ears closed, deciding to hum quietly to keep her mind occupied. Valley went over and began opening cabinets before finding a mug she could use. Valley poured the near black liquid into the mug, smelling the roasted bean juice aroma and nearly laughing at her own stupid description of it. Valley took a sip and nodded, before turning to walk back outside. It was expensive. Well, Valley was used to cheap shit from vending machines, so this tasted like pure caffeine which was obviously a lot more expensive than anything Valley was used to. She’d be jumping off the walls in an hour. Maybe with it being expensive, that would keep her from needing to shit her guts out as well. Valley walked to her seat, slowing down as the sun was beginning to peek through the buildings. Something so eerily calm about seeing the sun blocked out by buildings compared to being woken up by how bright it was while on the road. It depended on where she was, but she remembered the Midwest with its open and deserted planes being extra bright. Usually stayed around there. That’s where it was most calm. Valley took a breath in as she continued walking. “Future reference, Silverhand.” Valley muttered, walking and shoving Johnny’s feet from the railing and walking to sit on the chair she had claimed earlier. Johnny sent a sharp look her way. “No matter what kind, just a plain black coffee for me.” Valley stated snobbishly as she sat down in her chair as eloquently as one could in a trenchcoat and tight jeans. “Good to know.” Johnny muttered aloud as Valley took a sip of the coffee once more, trying not to burn her tongue. “That mean we’ll be spendin’ more early mornings or late nights together?” Valley nearly choked. Johnny only chuckled lowly. “Hey, that’s not a yes or no. Didn’t you say that you and V liked Samurai? I’m just sayin’, princess, V has Kerry and you can easily have m-” Valley forced the coffee down as she tried not to choke on the hot coffee before reaching over and shoving him as hard as she could. To her delight, the lawn chair tipped over and down went Johnny Silverhand...and his coffee. Valley didn’t even try to hide the cackling that left her throat as she watched the expensive coffee spill onto the terrace. “Bein’ dead really has slowed down your reflexes, huh, Silverhand?” Valley snarked, watching as he glared back at her. Valley felt herself moving automatically as she stood up, already feeling some type of retaliation coming. “Need I remind you of Kerry’s expensive coffee?” Valley sassed as she began walking backwards as Johnny practically hopped up, staring back at her. “Would have if mine weren’t all over the fuckin’ ground.” Johnny muttered aloud, already walking towards her. Fuck it felt more like stalking. Valley kept one hand out in front of her as she continued walking backwards, taking another long drink of the coffee, hoping it would give her a jolt of energy. Valley turned and quickly walked around through the front door of the house. “I’m just tryin’ to teach you a valuable lesson, Johnny dear.” Valley snarked as she felt her heart flutter seeing how quickly he had caught up to her. “Mhm, and what’s that?” Johnny asked in a near growl. Valley bit her tongue as she stopped in her tracks, letting Johnny walk fully up to her as they stood just inside the house, the front door shutting behind Johnny. Valley kept the gulp from being visible as she looked at him. He was a lot taller than she was. Her optics said he was about 186 centimeters tall, while she knew she was 161 on a good day. Even with her combat boots, that only gave her an extra 5cm to her height, so it wasn’t that helpful. The way he looked at her was once again a factor of why she bit her tongue. Valley took in a deep breath. She wasn’t about to let any of that distract her from being an absolute shithead. Valley grabbed his jacket lightly and pulled him down, making sure to keep from being drawn in by how dark his eyes looked at the action...or in general. “Never let your guard down.” Valley nearly whispered before sweeping his feet from under him and stepping around him as he fell. “Oh, you are such a fuckin’ cunt.” Johnny snapped loudly as Valley turned, walking backwards towards the kitchen. “‘Course I am!” Valley chirped happily as he slowly got up, rubbing his back. “I have one so may as well be one!” Valley snarked, sticking out her tongue and winking at him. Valley could hear his chuckle and felt herself smile as she turned back around and walked into the kitchen area, drinking the rest of her coffee before putting the mug into the sink. “Val, do you ever sleep?” Valley turned, looking up the stairs and saw V slowly coming down them with an awful bedhead...and a large black eye. Luckily, his nose wasn’t broken...or at least too broke to fix that Valley could see. Valley felt a little bad...but only a little. Valley shook her head. “Nope! Not in this shithole of a city.” Valley chirped back up at him with a smile. V let out a sharp groan. “You look like shit.” Valley smiled cheerfully as Johnny walked into the kitchen, empty mug in hand, sending a sharp glare towards Valley. V rolled his eyes. At the comment, at Johnny, at all of it. “Yeah, well, someone decided that I needed the shit kicked out of me.” V muttered, walking over and grabbing a mug before filling it with coffee. “Hey, there’s a dishwasher for a reason.” V grumbled as Johnny tried to put his mug into the sink. “Both of you, there’s a dishwasher.” V grumbled, grabbing Johnny’s mug from his hand and grabbing Valley’s mug from the sink, waving the mugs at the both of them before putting them in the dishwasher. “Fuckin’ kids.” V muttered, pouring 2 creams and 3 sugar packets into the coffee. Valley nearly gagged at the concoction. “Hey dickhead, I’m older than you are.” Johnny snarked, leaning against the kitchen’s island. Valley could see the small cut on his cheek from where she had punched him. Plus she had elbowed Kerry Eurodyne in the face too. Man, she was just beating the shit out of everyone huh. V rolled his eyes back at Johnny. “Technically, you’re only a week old.” V snarked, sipping his coffee before grimacing and going back for more sugar. “Or a prehistoric creature, if you want to go by your birthday.” Valley said with a shrug, going over and swatting V from taking 5 more sugar packets from the little container of them. V huffed back at her, going for more sugar anyways. “Cybernetics can do so much, but - don’t drink that much sugar, it’s bad for you - but you look a lot better than most people who are nearly - V stop - 90.” Valley said, speaking to both V and Johnny as she practically climbed on top of V to stop his onslaught of sugar into his already too fucking light brown color it had disolved into. In spite, V simply opened the packets and dumped them onto his tongue. Valley let out an annoyed huff, crossing her arms at the action while V simply smiled. “Oh, so you know when my birthday is?” Johnny asked, bringing Valley’s and V’s attention over to him as he smirked back at Valley. Valley’s brows furrowed for a moment before she realized her mistake. So much for keeping it a secret how much she liked Samurai. She wasn’t good at keeping secrets. Wasn’t good at keeping a poker face either. Valley could already feel her cheeks warming up in embarrassment. “Come on now, leave the baby alone.” V sassed, gently pulling Valley into a side hug. “It’s hard meeting an idol and acting normal.” V said in a baby voice, making Valley quickly get out from his apparent loving side and punch him in his gut, making him bend over and grumble. “Y-you’re not-” Valley got out, feeling the heat in her face grow warmer as she sputtered out, looking back up at Johnny who looked far too fuckin’ smug. Valley let out a sharp huff as she smacked V upside the head. “Asswipe.” Valley muttered as V rubbed the back of his head, standing up and sharing the same stupid fuckin’ smug look that Johnny had as well. Maybe the two hadn’t gotten fully separated when they got their own personalities back. The idea made Valley want to fucking die if she had to deal with either of them in doubles. “Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping with an aging rockstar?” Valley snarked back at V. V looked over at Johnny and already she knew what was coming. “I already-” “Did, yeah fuckin’ yeah.” Valley muttered back, finishing V’s sentence for him. “Really spent far too fuckin’ long in each other’s mindspace, huh?” Valley grumbled, looking between Johnny and V. Two fuckin’ pals. “Wouldn’t wish that fate on anyone else, ‘specially you.” V said back sullenly with a shake of his head, looking down before looking back up at Valley and winking. Valley hit V’s arm as he laughed. “Plus, this dickhead gets hella annoying.” V said, looking back over at Johnny. Johnny rolled his eyes ever so dramatically. “Didn’t think I was annoyin’ enough to leave in Cyberspace though.” Johnny snarked back, folding his arms. V swatted towards him, his attention on the ringing of a holo. V suddenly stood up straight and gave both Valley and Johnny the ‘give me a second’ finger wag before walking over and into his armoury. “Still has the fuckin’ Corpo trainin’ in him.” Johnny muttered disgustingly as he watched V. Valley snorted. “You ever see his Arasaka memories?” Valley asked. “Fuck, I remember callin’ him when he was at work once and nearly showed up in Night City to torch the fuckin’ Arasaka tower to get my brother back.” Valley said with a laugh. “And you say I’m not your idol.” Johnny said with his own laugh making Valley blink back at him and roll her eyes. “Come on princess, torchin’ the fuckin’ place is so 2023.” Johnny said with a slow smirk. Valley let her snort turn into a genuine laugh. The way he said it. How accurate it was. Fuck, Johnny Silverhand should have nicknamed himself Johnny Silvertongue with how stupidly witty the fucker was. Then again, seeing how he interacted with her, Valley knew it wasn’t a good idea to bring up that name change to him. V emerged from his armoury, looking stressed as he came and leaned against the island. “How’s the time off soundin’ now?” Johnny asked, looking at V with a sort of concern. V simply rubbed his temples, just between where his cybernetic implants were. Valley didn’t understand why he would get them once he got a new cloned body...Valley only then noticed the blue flower on his neck. A reminder...that’s why he had them do his cybernetic implants in the clone… “Johnny…” V muttered, shutting his eyes, exasperated by whatever he was exasperated about. “How hard-” “Don’t.” V didn’t even let Johnny finish his sentence before looking back up at him sharply. “Honestly, the hardest fuckin’ thing is to get mercs and solos and netrunners who actually want to do the work.” V muttered, rubbing his head quickly, messing up his hair before attempting to slide it back. Valley raised an eyebrow at him, hoping her non-verbal question was brought up. V looked at Valley and sighed. “Right…” V said, looking a little guilty. “Forgot to mention that I’m a fixer now.” V said, rubbing the back of his neck. Valley’s brows raised at that before she laughed with a smile. “Well fuck, finally.” Valley said with a smile. Valley could see V slowly untense. “I mean, I was kinda worried with ya having this huge idolization of, ya know, dying to become a legend, so like, this is so much better.” Valley said, reaching and touching his hand that lay on the island. “And from what I’ve heard just getting into the city, you seem to be a living legend anyway, so like, you becoming a fixer with a status of living legend? You’re probably hella busy.” Valley said with a smile that quickly spread to V. “I mean, don’t get me fuckin’ wrong, not calling me for 8 fuckin’ months is still hella shitty of you, but hey, at least you’re not dead!” Valley chirped, genuinely happy for V. All his life, V was a sort of lost puppy. When the two were growing up, V wanted to be a cyber-cowboy and run around catching bad guys, obviously. Valley wanted to be a horse. Luckily, as the two grew up, they grew out of those phases. Unfortunately, that meant actually wanting to do and be things in life. V never really knew but Valley did. Valley wanted to become a BD editor. She loved all of the BD’s she got her hands on, which wasn’t a lot since the clan moved around a lot to really find anything worthwhile. She tried a lot of different ways to get the rawest forms of BD’s she could to better understand how they all worked, to understand what could be done with them and what would be the best content. She found a lot of porn related ones, which was what everyone really liked. She thought more calming experiences were something that could actually help people relax, without the whole jacking off aspect. And one day she got the chance to see how a BD was made…Valley shoved the memories back as far as her mind would let her. V had wanted to be important in the Corpo life since the clan was slowly falling apart. Valley wanted to watch the world burn. Now V was a living legend and Valley had burned and torched a good part of the country. “Anything I can do to make it up to you?” V asked genuinely before he snapped his fingers and pointed towards her. “Actually, I have someone I want you ta meet.” V said excitedly. “Doubt she’s awake right now, but who knows…” V said, turning and walking back into the armoury. Valley raised an eyebrow, looking over at Johnny and gesturing towards the door. “Got a pretty good idea who he’s referrin’ to.” Johnny stated, looking amused. Valley stared back at him, watching as V walked out of the armoury with a smile. “You bring that shitty car of yours?” V asked, making Valley glare back at him, folding her arms before nodding hesitantly. “Great!” V said with a bright smile, turning and leaving the kitchen, walking over to the stairs. “Wait-who-what’s happening?” Valley asked, walking around the island and stopping at the bottom of the stairs as V seemed to leap up them. “We’re goin’ to the Badlands.” V said cheerfully as he left her sight. Valley stared up the stairs for a moment longer before looking back at Johnny, trying to get any explanation of things. “Only one person out there that I think V’d want you to meet.” Johnny said with a little chuckle. Valley stared back at him, waiting for an explanation she knew wasn’t going to be that explained. “Nomad with an ass almost as exquisite as yours.” Johnny said with a smirk, making Valley roll her eyes so hard she swore she could see the inside of her skull. “Her name’s Panam...and she’s…” Johnny said with a shake of his head. “She’s a Nomad.” And that was all that was explained to Valley. 

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Normally I wouldn’t post anything personal on here but I figured what the hell.  Time for a fanfic of mine.  I give you Rage of the Shadows, a Dragon Riders of Pern fic.  Also my AoO link too.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12221886

When Man first came to Pern, they took little notice of the strange planet that shown red in the night skies.  For two generations, they lived in peace until the planet's orbit brought it close enough to Pern to rain down an indigenous life form known as Thread.  The first Threadfall was devastating to the young colony but in time, human ingenuity won out and though the settlers had to move north to shield, they had developed a powerful protector.  Dragons would fly when Thread was in the sky and men called Dragonriders would guide these awesome beasts in battle.  For 2000 turns the world of Pern would watch the ebb and flow of Threadfall in the many Passes of Red Star.  But now, on the eve of the 9th Pass of Red Star, Pern's Dragonriders have been brought to it's lowest ebb.  Only one Weyr exists when there should be six.  And in the range of mountains near Benden Hold, something strange is happening.

The night was clear, so clear you could reach out and pluck the stars from the night sky.  The twin moons of Pern, Belior had set an hour ago and Timor had been rising late of night.  And Joker was drunk.  Just like always.  The holdless man, thrown out of his rightful hold by his own father 3 Turns ago, lurched out of the wineshop, steady on his feet despite the three skins of good Benden white he had drunk not 30 minutes ago.  The winekeeper had told him, like he always did, to get himself some more marks if he wanted to keep drinking that way.  And by the First Egg, Joker would do just that.  Just like he always did.  Smiling to himself as he made his way to his cot, the drunkard whistled an old sailing tune his father had once tried to taught him.  A chance glance at Benden Peak though stopped Joker in his tracks.  

'Where the bloody hells are the stars?', was the thought that came to the man's mind.  The only one.  For beyond Benden's peak, where the stars should be, was nothing but inky blackness.  They were gone.  And as Joker stared, Timor started to rise up towards it's customary midnight position.  Only as it reached the place where the stars were gone, it too vanished.

'Must be the drink', Joker mused to himself as he wobbled on down the road, a little bit more sober then he was before.

As the drunkard wandered down the road, the strange blackness started to swirl.  The light of the moon started to shine on the dark patch of nothing and it began to rotate faster and faster.  Suddenly, the patch of darkness erupted into a circle of darkness, interspersed with white lighting crackles that defined the now open wormhole.  From the center of it, a single man shaped object was ejected from the tunnel, the object appearing to be on fire as it slammed into the side of the mountain.  Immediately the portal closed, leaving no trace it had ever been.  Within the fiery crater the moon shined down imperviously, rocks and debris still smoking from the impact.  A hand grabbed the side of the hole followed by an arm, a shoulder, then a person, dressed in tattered black clothing.  He leavered himself out of his hole, crawling out of the hole and turning over onto his back with a groan.  Minutes passed as the figure in black simply rested from his labors, the only sign he was alive was his chest rising and falling.  The man opened his eyes, blue eyes that shined in the moonlight for a second before fading.  Hauling himself up he looked around, blinking as understanding began to fill his eyes.  Then rage began building, a rage that had nothing to do where he had landed. His head shot up and he let loose a howl of longing and grief that split the night with it's pain.  Then just as swiftly as it began, it was cut off, leaving only silence in it's wake for miles around.

“This way Masterfarmer,” Manora's voice echoed up from the stone stair case leading to the council room where F'lar and Lessa, Weyrleaders of Benden Wyer spent most of their time now going over the moldy Record skins searching for a way to predict when Thread would fall upon their world to sear it into nothing.  Lessa looked up at the sound of the Headwoman's voice, brushing a lock hair that had escaped from it's usual braid away from her face.  A glance at her weyrmate showed he was too involved in his readings to even pay attention to the intruders.  With a sigh, Lessa pushed away the skin she was attempting to decypher and awaited their visitors.  

Manora was the first to appear, the same calm, cool expression on her face which seemed the same as it was when Lessa arrived on Search 3 Turns ago. She stopped in the door way and bowed her head slightly, Lessa nodding in answer and stepped through with the Masterfarmer, his rough clothing indicating that he had just come from his farmhold. Lessa blinked as she recognized the face of the man, one Owen by name.  He worked the nearest farmhold to Benden Wyr and wouldn't have come from field if it weren't urgant.  As the man came into the chamber, he quickly snatched his hat off his head and bowed his head, the very nervousness of his movements betraying his reason for being here.

“Excuse me Weyrwoman, Weyrleader,” Manora began with no preamble, “a matter of some urgancy has come up and it is something you two should both hear.”  She bowed again and urged the farmer to come forward. F'lar, finally noticing the pair, put aside his Record skin and looked properly attentive.

“Well it's like this,” the Masterfarmer began, “now normally I'd be going to Lord Raid with this but seeing as how this is Weyr business, I came straight here.  See, I'm raising wherries for the dragons down yonder and as of late, something has been killing and eating the birds.  Now I'm no fool, I know there's all sorts of beasts that could do the deed but so far, we can't find anything.  We've tried for the past sevenday to catch the critter but he's smart, to smart.  Can we have some Weyr help?  I'd not be coming here if I didn't think Lord Raid could help.  Sides,” the man's face split in a wide grin, “ain't to often a man can say he's been to the Weyr.”

Lessa smiled back as F'lar out right laughed.  “Masterfarmer Owen,” Lessa said, “I'd like to think that this is something you could probably handle on your own.  But, if I recall, your farmhold is the one nearest to Benden Weyr so I think it'd behoove us to look into this.  Give the weyrlings something to do now that their dragons aren't eating us out of Weyr and Hold.”  Lessa looked over at F'lar who had leaned back in his chair and crossed his long legs.  “In fact I think we could possibly do with a flyover, don't you think Weyrleader?”

F'lar scowled at Lessa then turned his attention to the Masterfarm.  “Certainly we could help out.  But if this creature is attacking at night, not sure what use we could be.  Dragons aren't exactly known for their night sight.  That's why we have watch-whers.”

From deep within the Weyr bowl, a chorus of roars punctuated that statement.

The Masterfarmer sighed.  “It's not just during the night this thing attacks.  Its any time!”  The man raised his hands up then brought them down in fists, clearly upset and frustrated at his failure to protect tithe beasts.  “Honestly Weyrleaders, I'm about at my wits ends.”

F'lar made soothing motions at the man.  “Don't fret yourself Masterfarmer, we'll find your beast.”  The Weyrleader flashed a quick grin.  “If it's attacking during the day, I doubt it'll be able to hide from a dragon.  We'll probably catch it, kill it, then have it for dinner before too long.”

The three then exchanged more pleasentries before Manora took the man out.  As they left, F'lar looked over at Lessa.  “Fancy a quick hop over to the farmhold?  I think we've been cooped up here for long enough.”

Lessa grimaced as she got to her feet, stiff from the extended hours they had spent this day.  Looking over at the Record skins on the table she stretched, feeling each and every vertebra pop as she did so.

“I think that'd be an excellent idea.  And I suppose we can bring some lunch. Breakfast was a long time ago,” she eyed F'lar as he got to his feet.  “Just us two or should we bring anyone else?”

“I think F'nor's not doing anything right now,” F'lar replied as he headed to the ledge where his great bronze dragon, Mnementh awaited him.  “The three of us can have a picnic,” was his parting sally.

Lessa merely rolled her eyes and went to collect her flying gear from their chambers.

Three great dragons, one bronze, one brown, and one gold popped out from between just over the farmhold.  A quick landing and consultation provided the info that the wherries were being attacked in the most northern field.  The 3 dragons were quick to get back in the air, effortlessly gliding towards the area.

'A most splended day I think,' Lessa thought to her dragon Ramoth.  A grunt from the great queen was her only answer.  Lessa laughed and patted the great neck over which she rode.  'I take it you're still grumpy?'

'I am not grumpy,' came Ramoth's reply.  'I just don't like the cold.'

'Take heart love of my life,' Lessa grinned as she spied the field that was their destination. 'We're about there then you can lounge in the sun until we're ready to leave.'

As the three dragons glided towards a hill marking the boundry, the entire flock of wherries suddenly burst over it, some taking to the air for a brief  second before coming back down to the ground to engage in the stampede.  So frightened they were they didn't even notice the dragon shadows passing overhead as they headed south towards presumed safety.  The three riders exchanged looks as they came over the hill and all three recoiled in horror.

Upon the field lay the corpses of 5 wherries, 3 of which looked to be partially consumed.  It looked to their eyes like a dragon had been there.  But feasting on the corpse of one of the wherries wasn't a dragon.  The three riders circled over what appeared to be a man, a man who's hair was shaggy and unkempt and he was saved from nakedness by some tattered black clothing.  F'nor and F'lar exchanged glances then F'lar motioned for them to land some distance from this apparent madman who continued his grisly feast.  

As they landed, F'lar and F'nor dismounted, F'lar glaring at Lessa to stay put on Ramoth.  The two brothers exchanged looks with one another.

“Well,” F'nor begain, nervously looking over at the mad man.  “Do you want to go ask him if he'd like to join in our picnic or do we wait for him to invite us to the feast?”

F'lar looked at the blood stained man and rubbed his chin.  “I think it'd be better if we subdued him and brought him to Healer Hall.  I don't think he's sane.”

F'nor looked over and nodded.  “Yes I doubt he is.  Odd though.  He looks vaguely familiar to me.”

F'lar also looked over and cocked his head to the side.  Something was nagging at his conscious but it refused to come to the surface.  “Well whoever he is, we'll ask him after we've got him away from the wherries.  Got a club or something?”

F'nor produced a short club from his belt.  “Thought we might run into trouble so I came prepared.”  He looked up at his big brown dragon and nooded. “Canth says he'll back me up.”

“Luck,” F'lar said and the two brothers started towards the man in black, F'lar lagging behind F'nor as the younger half-brother approached the feasting madman.

“Hey!” F'nor shouted at the man in black once he got in position, trying to get his attention.  “Hey you there!”  There was no response.  F'nor edged closer, holding his short club low to the ground.  “Hey I want to talk to you.”  The man kept eating, tearing out large chunks of meat with hands that looked to be more like claws then anything else.  “I'm warning you, I'm armed.”  The man continued to eat as F'nor approached him from behind.  “Don't say I didn't warn you,” was F'nor's last words as he brought the club down hard on the man's head.

Or he would have had the man in black's hand not appeared grabbing hold of the club, preventing it's downward velocity from impacting.  Quicker then anything, F'nor found himself flying through the air, landing on his head with an audible thunk, being knocked out.  F'lar scrambled back as Canth roared a challenge.  The man spun around, crouching on all fours and glaring at the brown dragon charging at him.  If Lessa hadn't been watching what happened, she would've surely chalked up what happened next to some sort of wine-sickness.  As Canth got to the man, he sprung, twisting upwards and uppercutting Canth in the jaw, snapping the great brown's head back and lifting him off the ground.  And by some trick of the light, the man's entire body was, for a moment encircled by some sort of fire that traced the path of his punch.  As he landed and Canth's unconscious body landed behind him, he turned and looked at his fallen foe.  A growl escaped his lips and he turned his attention towards Less and F'lar.  F'lar had scrambled back to Mnementh and had mounted his bronze.  Turning to Lessa, he shouted at her to get back to the Weyr.  The man's eyes narrowed and he threw his head back in a scream, momentarily stopping Mnementh from lifting off himself and pausing Ramoth's height gaining flight.  Quicker then either of them could react, the man started running towards Mnementh, scabbering on all fours at time but moving quickly.  As Mnementh got a dragonlength from the ground, the man in black jumped, reaching the level of Mnementh's head with a single bound.  He landed on Mnementh's nose and used it as a springboard, sending the great bronze's head towards the ground as he ascended upwards.  He reached the level where Lessa stared at this madman who looked back her, eyes wide with madness.  Then, just to further confuse the issue, he floated over and landed lightly between Ramoth's neck ridges, staring into Lessa's eyes with something akin to an accusation in them.

There they stayed for what seemed like forever.  Then, to Lessa's astonishment, the man reached out and gently cupped the back of her head.  Leaning forward, he touch his bloody forehead to her's, closing his eyes as he did.  They stayed like that for a second before his eyes snapped open, the madness and rage that had been in them streaking out, to be replaced by tears and a great sadness.  The man lifted his head up and howled, a howl of pain and longing and suffering that drove all thought from Lessa's mind, bringing tears to her eyes as her pain, though long gone, fresh to the surface as if it had just happened.  Ramoth and Mnementh's necks reached to the sky above as they let loose a soul rendering keen of their own.  As Ramoth keened, the man in black fell from his preach, falling from between the neck ridges towards the ground below.  Lessa leaned forward, trying to catch the man before he'd be out of reach when, as he entered the shadow cast by Ramoth's wing, he vanished, leaving only confusion, the bloody wrecks, and questions as he did.

F'lar and the Benden Wingleaders appeared in the skies from between arranged smartly over northern Ruatha.  Above them, arranged smartly and professionally, were the wings of Fort Weyr.  F'lar couldn't stop the grin from spreading on his face as he observed the mass dragon wings.  Though not participating in this fight against their ancient enemy as they did at Telgar, F'lar and the other wingleaders had deemed it prudent to at least observe.  After all one couldn't have too much experience when it came to fighting Thread.

'I'd rather be fighting Thread' grumbled the great bronze Mnementh from beneath him.

F'lar simply laughed and reached out to pet the great neck. 'Next time my heart.  Next time we'll be in the thick of things just like at Nerat and Telgar.'

F'lar's wings positioned themselves in observation altitude.  Far enough away so that they wouldn't be scoured by Thread but close enough to observe the patterns being woven.  At Telgar, only 3 of the Benden dragon riders had been hurt by Thread and only one was out of action for longer then a few days.  Which wasn't bad for one under strength Weyr but that would improve as the Turns passed.  F'lar looked over his shoulder to see F'nor's Canth in proper position but his rider wasn't observing the ascending wings of dragons heading east.  His head was turned firmly to the west, at some distant star that seemed to refuse to vanish from the sky.

'Mnementh ask Canth what's got F'nor so fascinated,' F'lar asked his dragon.

Mnementh's head swivled towards his brown wingmate and he rumbled back, 'F'nor sees a star that doesn't seem to want to go away.  It also looks like it's getting closer.'

'Probably just a shooting star that's late.  It'll go away in a sec-' F'lar's thought was cut off by a cry from his half-brother.

“LOOK OUT!” came F'nor's cry as F'lar turned to look.  Mnementh was quicker in reaction as he wing slipped to the right as the supposed shooting star suddenly streaked in out of nowhere right in the space F'lar and Mnementh were.  The streak was green in color and blazed faster then any dragon could ever go.  F'lar stared at it as it ascended towards the incoming Thread, beating out the fastest dragons.  As it got to what seemed to be the thickest portion of Thread it stopped.  There it floated for a second, a spark in the middle of the gray dark thread

“AURA CRASH!” came a shout like thunder that caused some dragons to instantly drop several lengths in the air before catching themselves. Instantly the spark grew and spread wings made of what appeared to fire in the middle of thread.  Instantly the sky lit itself on fire, as if the entire firebird was dragon fire and seared the Thread from the sky.  Then it started to move, dancing in the sky, leaving a trail of fire and ash where ever it went.  The dragons and riders hung motionless in the sky as by itself, the firebird charred Thread. Mnementh suddenly went between and appeared next to T'ron's Fidranth, the Fort Weyrleader's mouth hanging open.  He looked over at F'lar in disbelief and cupped his hands over his mouth.

“WHERE WAS THIS HIDING?” T'ron shouted.

“I DON'T KNOW!” F'lar called back, the pyrotechnic show continuing.  

As the dragon riders watched, the firebird suddenly reversed direction, heading, it seemed, directly towards where F'lar and T'ron hung in the sky.  It stopped mere lengths from the two men and dragons, seemingly contemplating them.  Then the firebird extinguished itself, revealing an armor clad form in it's center.  The armor clad form was black in color, seemingly like a bit of midnight made almost flesh. Twin blades the length of an arm sprouted from each wrist, not impeding the motion of the arms at all.  Three gems were on the chest in an upside down triangle, two green and one blue, each glowing brightly in the air.  From the head, a trio of what looked like fins crowned it, over a visor that looked to be made of green glass.  As they watched, twin jets of steam escaped from vents in the helm's cheeks, almost as if whatever was inside was venting some exhaustion. The figure's visored visage bore down into the two Weyrleaders as if searching for something.  The figure then turned around in mid air, gazing up at what was left of Thread.  Moving his head around his neck, F'lar and T'ron heard audible popping, like the figure was preparing for some great physical labor. It lifted up his arms, the twin blades on both wrists switching forward to face what the hands were pointed at.  Two more blades popped from what F'lar took for decorative spikes at the elbows, lengthening to the length of a man's forearm.  The shoulder pauldrons opened up as well, revealing that they too were another double set of blades.  What was taken to be fins atop the figure's head were in fact more blades, two the length of the back of the skull but the third the entire length of the spine, snapping forward and facing the incoming Thread.  Then the points began to glow, swiftly gathering dark colored energy and increasing in size.  The armor never gave any indication of stress or fatigue as it gathered more and more power, power that raised the hair on the back of F'lar's neck.  

“SHADOW OMNI BEAM!” came the same shout as from before, only this time it was apparent that the figure in the armor was the source.  With a blast of sound, the seven energy beams exploded from the tips of the blades of the armor, shattering again and again as they raced to meet Thread.  Each second the energy beams continued their journey they split exponentially,  racing higher and higher and multiplying and multiplying.  Each beam then sought out a Thread filament, capturing each spore and stopping it in it's tracks.  The beams continued in this manner, only stopping when it was apparent that each Thread had been captured.  The figure then tensed up and sent a surge of even more energy from the tips of the blades, exploding each Thread that made the previous pyrotechnic show look mundane in compassion.  As ash rained down on the valley below, the armor's blades snapped back to their previous configuration.  The figure turned back around and stared down at F'lar.  Suddenly from behind the visor, two blue orbs flashed into existence and another jet of steam issued forth.  This steam was different as it billowed around the figure, cloaking it in white.  Suddenly, the steam was blown away as the figure surrounded itself in a ball of energy.  It then flew up, disappearing into the sky, leaving nothing but blue morning behind.

F'lar and Lessa popped from between above Fort Weyr, the mid afternoon sun gilding the great Star Stones of the ancient Weyr.  Ramoth and Mementh glided wing tip to wing tip down towards the great queens ledge.  Perching only long enough to discharge their riders, the two dragons arced away towards the sunning ledges, as the two riders made their way to council chamber.

“And it just, vanished?” Lessa asked F'lar again as they unbuckled riding helmates and shucked gloves.  “Like it didn't even want to explain itself?”

“Yes Lessa,” F'lar said for what had to have been the millionth time, “just flew up into the sky faster then even the fastest green could ever hope to fly and vanished.  I'm having a hard time even processing what happened.  I really hope T'ron doesn't expect much from us.  I didn't even know that thing existed.”

Lessa frowned. “Whatever it is, I just hope it doesn't make another appearance. Thinking that something with that much power exists on our world is mind boggling.”

F'lar nodded as they entered the council chamber, a nod to T'ron who held curtain open for them before letting it drop on F'lar's heels.  He nodded the Benden Weyrleaders to a pair of chairs next to another empty one and crossed the chamber to his own seat, Marada coming around behind them and placing a goblet each of wine and a pitcher of klah between them.  A quick squeeze of Lessa's shoulders and the Fort Weyrwoman went to take her place beside her weyrmate.  F'lar glanced around and sighed, this was probably going to be a long meeting.

“So,” T'ron began after a short moment, “what happened over Ruatha happened there's no doubt about it.  Whatever that thing was it certainly charred Thread well enough.  What I want to know is what was it?”

“I'd love to know that too T'ron,” F'lar began, rubbing the back of his head with one hand as Lessa clutched his other.  “We've never even heard a rumor that it existed nor do we have any songs about it.  But yes, it charred Thread today, that I will give you.”

“But certainly,” D'ram said, “certainly you'd know of something that could help spell out this mystery.  If something of this much power existed in your time, we wouldn't have had to come forward.”

A murmur of consent answered that that from T'kul and R'mart.

“Yes but-” F'lar attempted to answer when suddenly the entire chamber went dark.  Not dark as if the glowbaskets had suddenly all failed, but dark as if night itself had descended and replaced day.  There was a moment of frightened shouting and conflicting commands when light was returned to the chamber and where there were twelve people, there where now thirteen.

The newcomer was dressed in tight black clothing with an odd black and white symbol on the left breast.  Inside that symbol was the sign of infinity.  His hair was brown and his skin, where not crossed with old scars including a rather impressive one that began over his left eye and ended below it, was a pale white beneath a tan.  A trimmed beard and mustache completed his look, marking him for at least 25 turns old. His eyes were what F'lar would remember most besides the fact that he lounged very casually in his chair, black boots up on the table as if he was master here.  His eyes were a startlingly vivid and clear shade of blue.  And they looked old.  As if the staranger had seen more life then his appearance suggested.

T'kul rose from his chair, his hand going to his belt to draw his knife and the stranger laughed.

“Yeah that would be a bright idea if you were armed,” he said in a voice rich with amusement but still sounding young.  He causally brought up a hand, revealing that he held T'kul's belt knife in it.  “You might be needing this if you're planning on killing me.”

With a negligant toss, the knife was returned the knife to T'kul, who stared at it as if he'd never seen it before.  With another laugh, the man in black revealed his other hand, this one holding five more knives in it. “In fact y'all might be needing these back just in case.” Another causal toss followed, skittering the rest of the blades to rest, hilts pointing at their owners.

T'ron stared first at the knife then at the stranger causally lounging at his council chamber.  “Who,” T'ron began after swallowing visibly, “what are you?”

The stranger chuckled and reached over, grabbing F'lar's wine cup and taking a drink.  He wiped his lips and set the cup down before looking at the Fort Weyr leaders.

“Ahh now that,” he began, his voice losing all traces of the accent he had put on before, “that is a story worthy of one of your Songs.  Who I am and what I am are so intertwined at this point that I can't even separate them.  But I'll try my very best.”

He flexed, merely flexed his knees and assumed a cross legged position a visible foot off the chair.  “What I am wouldn't have any meaning to you people but I'll try and explain.  I am a 5000 yea-,” he paused and shook his head, “sorry 5000 Turn old time traveler.  I am a man without a home.  I am a man who's history includes tragedy and triumph worthy of one of your Songs.  That is what I am.”  He paused, roatating slowly in the air as he eyed each of them in turn.  When he got to T'kul he paused more then the rest, looking at T'kul for a second then glacing again at T'ron.  “Give it seven then.  As for who I am that's a question that I've asked myself for the past 2000 Turns. The simple answer is a name.  My name.  My name is Nick Saber and I am known throughout the cosmos as the Shadow of Time.  I just thought I'd say hello in the best way possible.”

T'ron's eyes seemed to start out of his head.  “What in shards are you talking about?”

“That pyrotechnic display over Ruatha of course,” replied Nick.  “Surely you don't think I run around at 100% of my total power for fun?  Uusually I just run around like this or at 25% but I figured I'd get your attention better in my Shadow Star Armor then in this ninja gi.”

“Ninja....what?” D'ram asked.

Nick rolled his eyes which made him flip in place.  “Oh lord you people have no idea. Forgot what I was dealing with for a second.  I'm a warrior D'ram.  A ninja is a type of warrior and where I'm from they ran around in stuff like this.  Or in orange.  Not to sure why.  The bottom line is ladies and gentlemen, I'm not here as a threat.  I'm here to help you out in times when you can't deal with everything.  Cause the way I see it...or rather,” and he chuckled again, “Foresee it, you and your people are in for some massive upheavals and changes and I always find those the most interesting.”

T'kul muttered something and gave the stranger floating above the chair a dark look. Fanna looked at the man fearfully.  “How are you doing that?” she asked, almost seeming to shrink from even addressing this stranger.

“What floating?” Nick asked back, “oh it's nothing to special.  I usually just like to walk around or lounge upside down but figured this would be a better demonstration of my powers.  I can also fly, something that was demonstrated a couple months back.”

“A couple months back?” T'ron asked, his glare going to F'lar and Lessa.

“I can assure you T'ron,” F'lar begain again, his hands raised to ward off the Fort Weyrleader's glare, “we have never seen this man before in our lives.”

“Yeah you have,” Nick said, countering F'lar as he stretched out in mid air, “I just wasn't as well groomed at the time.  And I had a chunk of wherry between my teeth.  That was a fun time in my life.”

“YOU!” Lessa shouted explosively, rising to her feat and casting one hand out to point at the floating man.  “You were the one in the field that day!  The one who threw F'nor for dragon lengths.”

“Also Shoruykened Canth if memory serves,” Nick shook his head and laughed.  “Glad to see the big brown is ok.  Didn't think I hurt him but I was quite mad you see.”

“But why?” Lessa asked, “why attack us?”

Nick rubbed the back of his head, his eyes going up as he thought.

“Well, “ he began, “I was quite mad at the time.  Not the mad you see right now though, proper mad.  Insane really.  With rage at being alive, grief at what I've lost and just found comfort in insanity.  Really I was kinda operating at instinct if I had to be honest.  Just reacting at everything.  But you pulled me out Weyrwoman and for that I am eternally grateful.”  Nick bowed his head to Lessa.

“But I didn't do anything,” Lessa protested.

“You learned your Ballads letter perfect is what you did,” Nick replied, his eyes filled with honesty for a brief second, “you learned your Ballads letter perfect and within you is a core of strength that shall never fail you.  I needed that at the time and for that, I am so grateful.”

Nick turned his head and rose to his feet, stretching his arms and shaking his shoulders. “Well I can see you need some time to process this so I'm going to leave.  But before I do, I'm going to give you all a gift.  After all, what sort of guest would I be if I didn't leave a gift?”

He reached into his shirt and drew out a shiny disk of metal about the size of a mark. Holding it up, there was some strange symbol on one side of the disk and on the other side was the sign of infinity.

“This,” he explained, “ is a Shadow Coin.  There'll be one in each of your weyrs don't ask me how I put them there you don't want to know. You'll see me out and about Pern but if you need me, really need me, take the coin and flip it.  I'll catch it before it hits the ground no matter where.  Consider this a sign of my trust in you as this is a very powerful artifact I'm trusting you with.”  He set it down on the table in the center and rose towards the ceiling.  “Until we meet again my friends, safe skies.”  As he entered an area of deeper shadow, he faded away like a ghost, leaving the council chamber, for the moment, in silence.

At the highest peak of Benden mountains, the ice and snow swirled as a spring storm moves into the region to deliver some much needed rain.  Standing on a small cliff on the south face of the mountain, Nick Saber stood, ignoring the cold and wet as he looked out over Pern.

'Such a fragile world to have been bombarded by so much cosmic stuff,' he thought, his eyes scanning the horizon.

'Ahh,' a new voice, one that echoed with the weight of centuries behind it came to his mind, 'that is their burden is it not?'

“Hello Guardian,” Nick said out loud, knowing the entity who's shadow he was could hear him, “been a long time.”

A swirl of ice and snow suddenly took shape, becoming a vaguely hooded creature standing seven feet tall.  It was a suggestion of a shape but Nick could feel the immense psychic power that was maintaining the creature's brief hold on this plane of existence.

“I do believe,” Guardian replied, “it's been about 2000 years since we last spoke.”

“Turns Guardian,” Nick replied.  “The locals call their years Turns.”

“Ahh and I guess we must respect the locals terms of time must we not?”

Nick smiled and looked out once more at the land spread before him.  Briefly, his view shifted from the mundane to the quantum, revealing the yellow stain of particles that blanketed every inch of this planet.  His viewpoint shifted back to the physical plane.

“Hard to believe,” he began, “that a particle fountain not 21 light years away from this system has been perfectly bombarding this place with chronotons for its entire existence.  Useful too when you know this planet's been attacked by some spore for a good chunk of that existence necessitating the evolution of it's native species.”

The figure turned and looked out to where Nick said and nodded.  “Yes it is a nice coincidence.  But I'm not manifesting to talk about the weather Nick. I'm here to talk about you.  You're not thinking about anything anymore.  Why?”

Nick's eyes briefly watered and the echo of ages old pain was once again seen.  He quickly dashed the tears from them and glared at his companion.

“What's there to talk about Guardian?” he accused, “I killed her.  I killed her for power.  That's that.  She's gone forever and I'm left with half a soul, half a heart, and half a mind.  What do you want to talk about my feelings?”

The figure simply stared at Nick.

“Or how about the twenty thousand souls I condemned to hell?  You want to talk about that?  Do you Guardian of Time?  Do you really want me to bear my heart and soul to you?  Do you you son of a bitch!?”

At the last, screamed from atop the highest peak in Benden Range, the ledge the Shadow stood exploded into powder.  The figure simply floated on as Nick breathed heavily in and out, floating on the space that just a second ago was solid rock.

“You've gone through so much Nick,” Guardian began, it's voice echoing through time and space, “so much pain and heartbreak.  And yet, even after that nap in the darkness, you're here.  Here and ready to do what you do best, help people.  I know it's hard, I loved her too.  But you have to find a way to live.  It's what she would've wanted.”

Nick turned back to his contemplation of the landscape, his mind going through memories of the past.  Sighing, he reached into his shirt and pulled out two gems.  One, emerald in color was the size of his fist and perfectly circular.  The other was the bluest shade of blue, a teardrop shaped sapphire.  Both shined in the moonlight though the green one occasionally had lightning dance across it's surface.

“Stars and magic. That's what I got for my wish Guardian.  And you know what?” he looked up at the wraith, “I'm trying to decide if it's worth it.  I didn't come here because of choice.  I heard a call across the universe.  That's all.  A call I had to respond to.  Damn it Guardian why did I have to kill her?  Why?”

“For that I have no answer to,” Guardian replied.  “All I can say is she used the rules of magic to give you a fighting chance at a demon lord.  And it worked.  You sent that bastard back to hell.”

“Along with twenty thousand souls.”

“That I can't say. I'm the Guardian of Time Nick, not death.  That's your job.”

Nick waved that off.

“Through out all the time I've known you, all the time you've cast yourself as my shadow, you've always proven that you've got a good heart.  Might be a bit jaded at times and a bit scared, but a good heart.  Maybe that's why she did what she did.  You're strong Nick, strong enough to endure Celestia's passing and moving on.  No matter what you do on this planet, I'm sure she'll be proud of you.”

Nick looked down at the blue gem for a moment and let his memory drift to the woman it had been.  How warm her laugh was, how sunlight brought gold highlights to her white hair, how her eyes, as blue as the gem in his hand right now, had been pools to fall in to repeatably.  More erotic memories swam to the surface and he grinned, realizing how much she had teased him.  Shaking his head he put the gems back in his shirt and fished out another one, staring at the red gem in his hand.  This one pulsed over and over, one of it's facets pulsing brighter then the rest of it.  Looking out he saw that the facet was pointed towards the southwest and he grinned.  He looked over at the wraith as he put the gem back in it's place.

“Welp,” he quipped, drawing a hood over his head and pulling up a mask to cover his face, “guess the vacation's over.  Time to get to work.”   Nick then produced a pair of red rimmed sunglasses, putting them on to complete his look.

“I suppose so.  Be well Nick.  Make your enemies fall.”

“Oh I plan on doing just that.  Cause it's time for this Shadow to rise.”

Nick surrounded himself with his ki aura and blasted off into the night, the ice wraith falling apart behind him.  As he flew towards the south, there was but one thought on his mind.

'Let's see what trouble we can make.'

And the Shadow of Time vanished into the night.

[mysticmoneyhoney]

Heist AU! Chapter 1

Ah ha~ Here at last. I’m sorry it took me so long. But here we go. Feel free to suggest A story name.

Also thank you to @promiscuous-jalapeno for being so inspiring. Enough to get me to start writing again after so many years. I miss it. I didn’t realize how much. So thank you again, mamapeno.

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 Noise.  

 So much noise.

 V slowly opened his eyes, letting bright white light flash into the darkness. He closed them once again, trying to let his eyes rest before slowly opening them once more. It was so bright his eyes were having trouble adjusting to all the shapes.

 Waiting.

 He knew something was wrong. Deep down in his heart he knew. Sitting up quickly, his head gave a sharp warning to slow down. Sucking in air through his teeth he tried to remain still while the pain subsided. He listened to the beeping in his left ear, focusing on that before heaving a sigh of defeat.

 "Oh, you're awake." A soft feminine voice echoed through the room. V turned his head to voice and saw the blurry shapes of a nurse. He attempted to squint in hopes it would help the blurry vision, but it did nothing but narrow his vision.

 "Where am I?" He moved his arms, trying to adjust himself in this bed, but he felt a sharp tugging on his wrist. There was an IV connecting him and a tall drip line to his right. He already knew where he was.

 "You're in the hospital dear. You came in with a terrible head injury. You've been out for a couple weeks, so you're going to feel a bit weak. Try not to push yourself."

 "And my vision?" V closed his eyes. It was easier for him to handle the darkness than the frustrating blurriness of the room. There was so much silence from the nurse, as he was about to open his eyes again to see if she was still there, she spoke.

 "I'm sorry. It’s too early to tell if it’s permanent or not. For now it's best to just rest. I'll go get you some water." The nurse turned and headed out of the room.

 The blue haired man sat in the silence. His head hurt but it paled in comparison to the ache that pulled at his heart. The flashbacks came to remind him. Her blonde hair. Her green eyes. The high pitched laughter. The sound of an aluminum bat connecting with his skull-

 V gave a jerk as if reacting to being hit. The man raised a hand to rub his eyes. She had double crossed him. Not just him the whole group. He needed to get in touch with Jumin as soon as possible. As the nurse walked back in he smiled to her. "Do you know if I had a phone on me? Or anything?"

 The nurse thought for a moment before looking through the drawers at the bedside table. "Yes. I believe you had....your wallet and a casino chip. There wasn't a phone though." She pulled a light grey wallet out and then placed a casino chip on top. "Were you playing some casinos and got caught up in the wrong crowd?"

 V glanced over to her. So inquisitive. "You could say that. I don't remember much. How long am I here for?" He didn't want to discuss what happened. He wasn't completely sure himself.

 "A few more days so we can monitor you, plus get you accustomed to a cane. Just a bit of rehab." She gave him a pat on the arm. "It'll be okay. I'm sure it'll all work out."

 The man sat in silence for a bit before nodding to the nurse. "Thank you." Seeing as a sign to leave the nurse let go of him and headed out the door.

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 Within a few days V had gotten the hang of the cane. He gave a short wave goodbye to his nurse before heading down the steps to the road. Thankful he had sunglasses on because it was brighter outside than it was in the hospital. Calling a taxi, he got in, before instructing the driver where to go. "C&R Business, please."

 The taxi driver gave a cool "You got it, boss." Before driving. He could tell they were speeding. He'd been in the same car as Saeyoung before. "Ya know I here they're building a new casino downtown." The driver piped up. Trying to initiate conversation.

 V glanced up to the person, trying to make out a face with what little he could see. Nothing but a short haired blonde bob and he could see in the mirror bright blue eyes. A she. He was certain. "Really?? Do you know where?"

 "Right in front of C&R Casino and Hotel's bay windows. Real cocky like. They've already demolished the houses around that area. C&R has been trying to stop 'em but no matter how much money they're dishin' out this new place is dishin' out more."

 The driver gave a grin in the rear view mirror, happy that a customer going to such an uptight place was giving her a conversation. At least that's what she thought before he grew silent again. She wasn't sure how to continue the conversation.

 V stayed silent until they arrived at the office building. He stepped out, using his cane to find the curb so he didn't trip over himself. He noticed the driver come out in an attempt to maybe help him out of the vehicle. The man fished out his wallet to pay for the fare. Counting out the bills, he handed her the fare. Plus a card on top. "You should apply to work at that casino. You've got a great personality. You'd make a lot more than being a taxi driver."

 The woman laughed before looking the card over. V shut the car door, before putting his wallet back into his pocket. "Shoot me a text when you get the job." He waited for her to start putting the fare into her car before he walked away.

 "Shoot, thanks man. I'll be sure to do that. Casino life seems a lot more exciting than taxi driving." Speaking as she placed the fair into a pouch in the glove box, before pulling herself back out from the car and starting to ask him another question, but he was gone.

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 Ding.  

 The elevator opened its door, letting the handicapped man out. Tapping his cane around on the marble floor he made his way to the receptionist desk. "Hello, is Mr. Han in today?"

 "Do you have an appointment?" It came across snide and unnecessary. V brushed it off though. He was sure Jumin had many of people stroll in and request to speak to him.

 "I do. A personal appointment. Could you tell him Jihyun Kim is here to see him?" Waving a hand to just have her do what he asked instead of ask more snide questions he turned and made his way to a chair.

 It was about five minutes before the tall businessman made an entrance into the waiting area. "V." Jumin made a beeline for the blue haired man. "Why didn't you call me to tell me you got out? I would have had a driver come get you." Jumin started to glance V over to make sure he wasn't harmed any further than he already was. His eyes stayed a few seconds too long on the cane.

 V noticed. "It’s not permanent. Just part of this head injury package. Just getting to use a cool cane for a while." He gave a smile and stood up, patting Jumin's arm. "It’s good to see you again. Let's talk."

[mezitli33]

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