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pookalicious-hq · 4 months ago

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˚₊‎‧welcome to the all-japan youth summer games‧₊˚

description: the all-japan summer league is a prestigious event that runs from may to the end of august, with only the best players from various sports associations, leagues, and clubs from across Japan receiving invitations. we hope to see you there.

guidelines: - only sfw // there will be suggestive things but no smut - you are free to send in requests about a certain character - each reader insert will be specific to their own story/fic (differentiated by last names) unless otherwise specified - this IS a crossover au

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For years, a vast stretch of land just outside Tokyo’s beating heart had been draped in secrecy. It sat quietly, like a slumbering giant, only fifteen minutes from the city’s restless hum, yet worlds away from prying eyes. Tall walls and guarded gates kept it hidden, while the murmur of construction whispered through the air. It was as if the earth itself had been stirring beneath the surface, preparing for something grand, though no one quite knew what. Rumors danced through the city—some claimed it was the site of a new stadium, others a corporate headquarters.

Then, as if the secret could no longer be contained, the truth was finally revealed.

The land had been transformed—not into a simple complex, but into a world of its own. A sprawling, exclusive sports facility, rivaling anything ever seen before. This was no ordinary venue. The gates would not open to the public, nor would casual spectators ever stroll its paths. Instead, a self-contained village now stood where dirt and machinery had once ruled—a place carved out for only the best of the best.

Here, in this enclave, Japan’s finest young athletes were to be housed, nurtured, and tested. Handpicked from high schools across the country, they came not just to compete, but to stake their claim on something far greater. This was the All-Japan Youth Summer Games—where talent would be sharpened to its finest edge, and where the fire of competition would burn hottest under the summer sky.

sports clubs to watch out for:

haikyuu (the monsters)🏐

MonstersJV is a Japanese volleyball league that spans from U14 to U19. This elite, non-profit organization represents the pinnacle of Japan’s youth volleyball scene, showcasing the nation’s top players on a global stage. Athletes from across the country go through rigorous tryouts, where they are selected to form a rotating roster of elite teams. These teams compete against one another within the league, constantly pushing the limits of their abilities in preparation for international exposure.

miya atsumu... ˚₊‎‧♡‧₊˚first glance... 2.6k words: atsumu realizes love at first sight is a real thing when he falls victim to it himself. tags/tws: crossover au, insta stalker atsumu, swearing, fighting, love at first sight, jjk!mma!reader ˚₊‎‧♡‧₊˚ loading...

blue lock (the infinities)⚽

Blue Lock Academy earned its invitation to the All-Japan Youth Summer League following its explosive success in the Neo-Egoist League. Known for its revolutionary approach to developing strikers, Blue Lock has handpicked its top players to form elite teams that will represent the academy in the AJYSM. These players, already sharpened by fierce internal competition, now stand ready to showcase their unique talents on an even larger stage, further solidifying Blue Lock’s claim to producing Japan’s next great soccer prodigies.

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kuroko's basketball (the miracles)🏀

KNGenBasket was established to spotlight the key players who transformed Japan’s youth basketball landscape. Over the years, the league expanded, bringing together more exceptional individuals to form elite teams. However, its true rise to fame came with the emergence of six extraordinary players, each possessing unique strengths that captivated the nation. Now, these teams represent the very best of Japan’s youth basketball, standing as a testament to the league’s evolution and the incredible talent it has fostered.

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jujutsu kaisen (the curses)🥊

The Jujutsu Kaisen Curse is an elite MMA gym that exclusively trains and houses the top fighters in Japan. Known for producing ruthless and extraordinary athletes, the gym has earned a fierce reputation within the global MMA community. After years of dominating the sport, The Curses were invited to the All-Japan Youth Summer League to showcase their raw talent and unrivaled power on a new stage. Each fighter that steps into the ring under their banner carries the weight of the gym’s legacy, feared for their relentless strength and skill.

sukuna ryomen... ˚₊‎‧♡‧₊˚ bestest friend... 2.5k words: they've always been best friends since anyone could remember, what's changed now? tags/tws: crossover au, childhood friends to lovers, swearing ˚₊‎‧♡‧₊˚loading...

attack on titan (the titans)👟

AttackElevate stands as Asia’s most elite and expansive Track and Field club, rising from Japan’s competitive landscape to earn international recognition. From the age of 10, the club selects only the most promising young athletes, putting them through rigorous training with one goal in mind: to reach Olympic-level excellence. These athletes, forged through years of intense discipline and competition, represent the pinnacle of track and field talent. Now, AttackElevate has been invited to the All-Japan Youth Summer League, where their relentless pursuit of greatness will be put to the test against Japan’s finest.

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sgt-tombstone · 7 months ago

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CoD/Military Writing Reference Masterlist

Here is a compilation of information (with references/links/citations) that I think the CoD fandom and fic writers in particular might find useful:

British Army:

Here is a list of ranks and abbreviations (with appropriate capitalization) (for anyone with the shinigami extension, sorry, it's the BBC)

Here is a list of the equivalent ranks of the British services and US Air Force (for some reason not the US Army or US Navy. Don’t ask me why lmao).

Here and here are some posts about the ranks in the 141 and general attitudes that they would hold for each other (and how others would see them)

Here is a detailed breakdown of the British Army organization (with average numbers and who is in charge of who).

Here is the wiki page for British Army uniforms (literally good luck, I’ve spent hours trying to figure out when soldiers wear what). As far as I can tell, the 141 would wear the No. 8 Combat Dress 90% of the time with the SAS beige beret. For formal events, they would wear the No. 2 Service Dress with berets instead of peaked forage caps. Interestingly, the Royal Regiment of Scotland can wear their No. 2 Service Dress with kilts (which I know Johnny would be livid about because he can’t). Super formal occasions are marked by the No. 1 Temperate Ceremonial, or “dress blues”.

Commissioned ranks are Second Lieutenant and above. These are members who hold positions of authority granted by formal documents of appointment signed by the monarch. In the US (which I am assuming is the same or similar in the UK), a commissioned officer has gone through officer training, which usually requires a university degree or a military equivalent.

Warrant Officers (WO) and Non-Commissioned Officers (NCO) are included in the enlisted ranks. They are members of the enlisted ranks who hold positions of authority. WOs are granted authority through a warrant instead of a commission and must be promoted from an NCO rank. NCOs are Lance Corporals to Staff Sergeants.

The only enlisted rank is Private. These are members who have enlisted and have gone through basic training in order to be counted against the Army’s trained strength.

Sergeants (Gaz and Soap) are among the highest-ranked NCOs and therefore have a lot of practical experience (more, sometimes, than commissioned officers). They have climbed through the ranks from Private all the way to the top of the enlisted ladder. Commissioned officers, on the other hand, have the option to skip the enlisted ladder altogether and jump straight to Second Lieutenant (assuming that they are entering the army with a university degree). However, it is canon that both Ghost and Price were promoted from enlisted ranks. Nevertheless, the NCO/CO divide would be stark; Price and Ghost both have pieces of paper signed by the Royal Crown that give them authority while Gaz and Soap don’t. That being said, Gaz and Soap are incredibly high ranking enlisted while Ghost and Price are (relatively) low ranking officers. While they have less authority, they have similar levels of responsibility and leadership.

Comm discipline is incredibly important in the military. Communication must be clear, concise, and (most importantly) unambiguous. There are many, many commands that can be given over the radio and some of them aren't as self-explanatory as they may seem. Here are some of the basics, lingo, etiquette, and FAQs about military radio communications.

SAS:

The SAS is nicknamed "The Regiment", its motto is "Who Dares Wins", and its color is pompadour blue. Contrary to popular belief, the dagger on the badge is wreathed in flame, not wings.

"The SAS is the mirror in which other special forces reflect." The SAS is the most elite special forces regiment in the world and they all know it. They take their jobs incredibly seriously and are held to a ridiculously high standard, both by their superior officers and by themselves. The 141, as a specialized task force, would take both their training and their commitment to their job to the extreme. The SAS has a fierce reputation of being the blueprints upon which every other special forces regiment was founded, and every single one of them takes an incredible amount of pride in that. It's easy to characterize Soap as a rookie, especially because of his reputation as the Perpetual FNG, but he alone could run circles around every single non-special forces soldier in the world (and a hell of a lot of the special forces soldiers, too).

The SAS consists of one regular and two reserve units. The 22 SAS (regular) is based in Stirling Lines, Credenhill, Herefordshire and has five squadrons (A, B, D, G, and Reserve) and a training wing. The 21 and 23 SAS are the two reserve regiments.

The UK Special Forces do not recruit from the general public. All current members of the armed forces can apply for Special Forces selection, but most have historically come from the Royal Marines or Parachute Regiment. In 2018, recruitment policy changed to allow women to join the SAS for the first time and in 2021, two women passed pre-selection, making them the first women eligible for the full course.

The SAS Selection Process is held twice a year (once in summer and once in winter) and is a three-phase process that has an 8-10% pass rate. Between 2014 and 2022, there were more deaths in training and exercises than in combat against active threats.

Phase 1 is an endurance test, known as “the hills” stage, where candidates undergo a series of timed hikes between checkpoints with increasingly heavy packs. This phase takes a total of three weeks and culminates in a 40-mile hike carrying 55lbs that must be completed in 24 hours. By the end of this phase, candidates must be able to run 4 miles in 30 minutes and swim 2 miles in 90 minutes.

Officers undergoing SAS selection have a week-long phase which assesses their ability to plan operations while fatigued and stressed (sucks for Price and Ghost; Gaz and Soap would've skipped this step).

Phase 2 is Jungle Training, which takes place in Belize, Brunei, or Malaysia. Candidates are taught navigation, patrol formation and movement, and jungle survival skills; they are put into teams of four, where they simulate living for weeks behind enemy lines, living completely off of rations without a lifeline back to base.

Phase 3 is E&E (Escape and Evasion) and TQ (Tactical Questioning)/RTI (Resistance to Interrogation). This is the final phase. Candidates are given brief instructions on appropriate techniques (likely from former POWs or special forces soldiers) and then are let loose in the countryside, where they must navigate to a series of checkpoints without being captured. After 3-7 days, whether they have been captured or not, they then report for TQ, which tests the candidates’ ability to resist interrogation. During TQ, candidates are only allowed to answer with “the big 4” (name, rank, serial number, and birthday) and all other questions must be answered with “I’m sorry but I cannot answer that question” while being subjected to what is essentially no-touch torture (listening to white noise for hours, standing in stress positions, being verbally berated/humiliated, etc) for 36 hours.

After all of that, candidates are accepted into the SAS ranks, but still go through continuation training, during which many SAS soldiers are RTU’d (returned to unit).

The youngest person to ever (IRL) pass SAS selection was Lofty Wiseman in 1959 at the age of 18. In order for Johnny to have beaten that record, he must have been 18 or younger when he passed selection. Given that the minimum age for enlistment in the UK armed forces is 16, this is entirely plausible.

The names of regular SAS members who have died on duty were inscribed on the regimental clock tower at Stirling Lines, which was rebuilt at the Credenhill barracks. Those whose names are inscribed are said by surviving members to have "failed to beat the clock". The base of the clock is also inscribed with a verse from The Golden Journey to Samarkand by James Elroy Flecker.

Military Life:

During basic training, soldiers live in gender-segregated accommodations in a dorm-style room. Once out of basic training, however, many barracks are individual rooms with en-suite bathrooms (big win for our Sergeants). At most, trained soldiers would live in 4-person rooms separated by gender. The fastest and most reliable way to get off-base housing is to get married, but many commissioned officers get a housing stipend in order to move out of the barracks, meaning that Ghost and Price would likely (if they so chose) have houses near Credenhill, while Gaz and Soap would have individual rooms in the barracks. While deployed, all bets are off.

Many tattoos and piercings are permitted by the British Army. Here are the official guidelines. In terms of hair style/length, the rules are few and far between and incredibly vague to boot. As far as I can tell, Soap’s mohawk, Price’s sideburns, and Ghost's... everything are vastly out of regulations, so I wouldn’t be too concerned about any of the 141 following personal appearance guidelines (Gaz is likely the only 141 member within regs which is a little shocking considering most military regulations are unfairly biased against people of color, but that's neither here nor there). If you’re interested, here is the 2021 version of the guidelines, though many of them have been updated since.

As of 2002, unmarried service members are permitted to invite their partners to stay overnight in single-room barracks (again, big win for our Sergeants). However, these guests must report to the duty and sign in, which is a hassle, so sneaking someone on base is still a plausible course of action.

Unfortunately, I can’t find any information on the use of alcohol/drugs in barracks, but I assume that the regulations are similar to those of the US armed forces, where alcohol is permitted to any off-duty member (any member who is on authorized leave) above the legal drinking age.

Humor: military humor has a pretty infamous reputation for being dark as fuck. Soldiers joke about a lot of stuff because they deal with a lot of stuff, and humans naturally cope through humor. There aren’t a lot of resources for this, because soldiers don’t like that kind of stuff reaching civilian ears (for pretty obvious reasons). Active special forces soldiers like the 141 would have especially fucked up senses of humor because they deal with especially fucked up scenarios. Don’t push yourself for the sake of realism, though; if you aren’t comfortable writing jokes about active hostage/bomb/terrorist situations, don’t write those jokes. However, if you think of a fantastically dark joke and want to include it, know that it would be perfectly in character (especially for Ghost) and true to real life. They absolutely would casually joke with each other about racism, homophobia, xenophobia, war crimes, torture, etc. The important part is that they all know that it’s always a joke; shared humor is one of the most common ways that soldiers bond with each other, and being able to take the piss with each other is key to unit cohesion. If you don’t like that or if that makes you uncomfortable, don’t write it!

Fraternization: In general, fraternization is strictly prohibited. It’s grounds for a reassignment at best and a court martial at worst. One or both parties may be dishonorably discharged. Realistically, any relationship between anyone in the 141 (with the exception of Soap and Gaz, who are of equal rank and therefore their relationship does not affect the chain of command, big win for SoapGaz shippers) would be strictly prohibited and treated as a criminal offense. It is up to you whether your characterization of the 141 members warrants any action upon the discovery of fraternization or if it would be ignored in favor of keeping the team together. An argument could be made either way, so it’s a judgment call.

Call Signs:

The IRL SAS does not use call signs; they are almost universally used for pilots across all military divisions, which means that regular soldiers, even those in Special Forces, don't get call signs. However, as the CoD universe evidently uses call signs, here are some things you should know:

No one really knows how call signs originated. Some say that they started as nicknames given to pilots in the early days of flight. Others say that they originated as a way for ground control to quickly and easily refer to pilots over the radio. In any case, call signs have cemented themselves firmly in aviation culture

Call signs are not supposed to be cool. Ghost in an anomaly. The vast majority of people are not given call signs like Maverick or Iceman. A call sign is supposed to be (playfully) teasing and embarrassing; it's what the military calls "humility culture". They are often a derivative of a last name, based on physical features or personality, or related to a mistake the soldier made early in their career.

A call sign, once given, is rarely changed. Call signs follow soldiers for the entirety of their careers and beyond, and it is not unusual for fellow soldiers to only know each other by their rank, call sign, and last name (some can go their entire careers without knowing each others first names; a call sign basically replaces a soldiers first name).

Call signs are voted on and chosen by the soldier's squadron; they have very little (if any) say in the process. The squadron's commanding officer has the ability to veto a proposed call sign and often will if it crosses any lines (racist, sexist, etc) or if it isn't funny enough.

Here is a forum of US Naval call signs and their stories. I highly recommend giving it a read, especially if you need name ideas or a good laugh

General Writing Reference:

Resource for describing physical things (settings, weather, colors, textures, shapes)

Sickness Descriptors

Keeping Tenses (one of the most common writing mistakes in fic writing; this blog has a lot of very informative writing tip posts!)

WordHippo (One of the best dictionary/thesaurus/rhyming dictionary websites I've found and unfailingly keep open while writing/editing)

Tumblr account dedicated to writing characters of color

Tumblr thread with resources/references for international clothes and other items

Tumblr post with links to building/architectural terms and references

Tumblr post with links to helpful writing websites/resources (reverse dictionary, translator, body language, etc)

Misc Helpful Links (Will be Updated):

https://www.eliteukforces.info/special-air-service/ (detailed information about the SAS, selection, training, operations, weaponry, skills, and roles)

https://www.nam.ac.uk/explore/british-army-ranks (British Army ranks in order with brief descriptions of roles/responsibilities)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_British_Army_installations (List of British Army bases and barracks, both in the UK and overseas)

https://www.quora.com/Does-the-British-Army-really-have-mixed-dorms-as-in-the-TV-show-Our-Girl (Quora forum detailing British military barrack living conditions)

https://taskandpurpose.com/news/military-pilots-call-signs/ (Blog post about aviator call signs and their use in military culture)

https://www.military.com/history/history-of-aviator-call-signs-and-how-pilots-get-their-new-name.html (Blog post about the history of aviator call signs in the military)

https://www.tumblr.com/sighmurderbot/735894836939472896/are-you-like-me-suddenly-obsessed-with-cod-and (Tumblr post - CoD mission generator)

https://www.army.mil/ranks/ (lots of very helpful information about US Army enlisted, warrant, and officer ranks as well as corps and division sizes/operations. Whoever designed this website needs a raise tbh)

If you found this useful, feel free to drop a like! I like knowing that my hard work is being used and appreciated!

#call of duty #cod #cod writing reference #military writing reference #I spent a really really long time on this #and it'll definitely be updated as I do more research for fics #does anyone know if posting this on ao3 would be against TOS?#tombstone's epitaphs

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pen-and-umbra · 10 months ago

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FFVII Rebirth introduces something never extensively explored in the original game or in the compilation of Final Fantasy VII: Sephiroth's anger towards Professor Gast’s experiment and the contempt he came to harbor towards ShinRA as an organization.

(Herein lurk spoilers.)

While the latter is something the fans have glimpsed on and off throughout previous installments, the second part of the Remake amplifies it ever so more. What began as admitting that the company had fabricated his legend and expressing a desire to live a normal life in Ever Crisis gradually transforms into a lack of clarity regarding his reasons for fighting in Before Crisis (as prompted by Elfe), followed by an open disgust towards Hojo's and Hollander's experiments when confronted with Mako pod entities during the hunt for Genesis. Sephiroth and Zack's ordeal during Crisis Core events appears to undercut his willingness to stay, as he famously considers leaving the corporation right before embarking on the ill-fated Nibelheim expedition.

FFVIIRb picks off where we left off, painting a more complete picture of Sephiroth's dissatisfaction with ShinRA overall. Interestingly, one of the discarded sequences from the original game featured Sephiroth hinting at his lack of affection for his employer as early as the truck ride.

Narratively, the sequence spans the gap between OG and Crisis Core's departure cutscene, implying that Sephiroth used the time on the road to reflect on his current and future connection with ShinRA. His companion, however, does not appear to understand why he is bringing the topic up. What distinguishes Rebirth is the suggestion that Sephiroth came to view the entire ShinRA system as a problem, rather than just a few rotten apples. He no longer singles out Hojo, but rather the entire ShinRA branch, indicating that something's wrong with the system. When "Cloud" casually inquires about the problem with the Nibelheim reactor, Sephiroth responds that it is "people who run it," adding that this particular site is controlled by the Research and Development department. In addition, in response to "Cloud's" fair comment regrading the lack of transparency in company's operation, he rather sarcastically suggests to bring the issue with the President, thus implicitly conveying the futility of the endeavor.

When the party encounters Mako pod residents, one can detect genuine rage in his voice. While Sephiroth had previously shown bitterness for the test subjects during CC, it was tinged with disgust/pity rather than wrath. And once again, I’m grateful to Tyler Hoechlin for broadening his range in this particular segment.

"Cloud's" reaction to the contents of the pods, however, came off a little weird. The confusion appears out of place, because Zack had seen it all before — he had been there to watch the aftermath of Hollander's work; is it really odd that ShinRA's chief R&D scientist spearheaded the entire thing? Perhaps, unlike Sephiroth, Zack treated it as a rotten-apple issue, rather than a systemic issue. Or maybe this is an example of Cloud being an unreliable narrator, having conflated his own experience with that of Zack, which also explains Zack being sort of too green for the First Class throughout the Nibelheim portion of the game.

The shift in Sephiroth's perspective, from singling out Hojo's misdeeds to viewing ShinRA's itself as a systemic problem, is further highlighted during the mansion segment. This is no longer a strictly Hollander or Hojo issue. Human experimentation formed the fundamental core of what ShinRA is now, and those were approved from the very top. As Sephiroth puts it with barely concealed disgust, as soon as the company realized what had fallen into their hands, they became ambitious.

The wording also strikes a contrast to how he used to refer to the company in the past; as such, when Angeal deserts, Sephiroth states that Angeal has betrayed “US”, which points at both his personal connection to the person and the fact that Sephiroth likely saw himself as part of ShinRA circle. In the library, however, he distances himself by referring to the company as THEM, thus no longer perceiving himself as a part of it.

More important still is the rage he expresses when quoting excerpts from Gast's notes. The anger is new, never before seen touch. Sephiroth has been portrayed in the moment differently throughout earlier installments — dejected, perhaps overwhelmed, but never angry enough to snarl and nearly flip the table.

And it's wonderful. It's authentic, and it makes sense. It makes you question how much of that rage has been bottled up, compartmentalized, and never fully processed throughout the years. That rage should have existed, but was suppressed by ShinRA, before becoming internalized and sealed.

The scene is extremely on point on another level as well. As the flash of rage passes, and Sephiroth looks away, hiding eyes behind bangs — a gesture previously briefly appearing in Crisis Core.

One could interpret the body language as being ashamed and unwilling to show his composure cracking. Even in this state he KNOWS he wasn't supposed to let anyone see hurt or anger, wasn't supposed to lose cool. The "wonder child" and the "poster boy" is not to be seen as something other than “efficacious” and “collected”. The habit of suppressing displays of emotion or physical/psychological ailment had apparently become a part of himself. It doesn't take a lot of imagination to deduce why the habit persists. The internalized compulsion to live up to the expectations placed on him by ShinRA and the myth it imposed on his character, as well as the internalized imperative not to reveal to someone like Hojo — anyone— the extent to which their acts or words affect him. There's also another layer to this shame — one of being an artificial creation, but that's for another write up.

The anger towards Gast differs greatly from the way Sephiroth went “Why didn't you tell me?” in previous iterations of the Nibelheim incident. In retrospect, Gast's supervision of the project, involvement in Sephiroth's life, and unexpected departure seem like a betrayal. Gast had not only abandoned Sephiroth, who had likely come to see him as a salient figure in his youth, but had also been lying to him all along, until finally discarding him, as Sephiroth might believe. Gast therefore falls from grace, becoming yet another person who misled, attempted to exploit, and eventually abandoned him to deal with the consequences on his own.

#sephiroth #ff7 rebirth #ffvii rebirth #final fantasy vii rebirth #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 remake #ffvii remake #ff7 crisis core #final fantasy vii #ffvii@luv fandoms

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abivolati · 29 days ago

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List of NPOs that help pay off ur healthcare because the damn insurers cant do their job + commentary

Since healthcare insurance (COUGH COUGH UNITED HEALTH?!??!) can’t take some money out of their billions of profits to help Americans, here are 5 organizations that do it instead:

1. CancerCare

Profit comes from the most denials — GOD is that horrible. They live in a money-tinted world where they don’t have to see the struggles of ordinary people.

2. HealthWell Foundation

“When health insurance is not enough.” DAMN do I love that slogan. It is and has been true for so many years and finally, we’re talking about it. Of course violence bad blah blah blah, but its good to have an event that’ll unite all of us. Except for the ultra rich.

3. Patient Advocate Foundation

Sometimes I wonder how the government can pour billions into the military, waste away at some bill that’ll never actually help, and ignore some of the most devastating problems in the United States. In a system lobbied and dictated by corporations rather than ordinary people, its questionable whether we live in a democracy— anybody we vote for is subject to the control of the top of the 1%.

4. PAN Foundation

And with Luigi Mangione. They’re trying to use him to threaten us so bad. Did any of you see that perp walk? Looked like something out of a renaissance painting.

5. NeedyMeds

…That concludes the list. Hope that these npos won’t have to take on someone else's job in the near future as we KEEP ON TALKING ABOUT IT!!

#luigi mangione #uhc shooter #united healthcare #unitedhealth group inc #brian thompson #uhc ceo #uhc assassin #government #united states #nonprofit

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rilakeila · 9 months ago

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exchange of roses, teaser (jujutsu academy)

host club! jjk x fem!reader x ohshc

gojo satoru is the head of jujutsu academy's elite high school host club with his friends: geto suguru, nanami kento, itadori sukuna, shoko ieiri, haibara yu, and of course, their princess manager. what happens when they go up against another elite host club on an exchange event with different schools? let's find out!

a/n: haven't planned out if it's a series or collection of one shots, might do both; an au within an au would be fun. let me know if you have any ideas

international jujutsu technology and science academy is one of the world's largest elite private schools, having many campuses around the world. their founding campus is in tokyo, japan. their primary educational directions focuses on the development of technology and sciences. they cater from pre-k to high school (+ college prep). one of the most popular clubs is the high school's host club, where they get to entertain students with too much time on their hands

gojo satoru.

the founder of the said club is gojo satoru, head of the gojo clan who oversees gojo co, one of the oldest construction companies in the world. they focus on architecture specifically traditional japanese architecture. due to the modernizing of the world, they focused on implementing modern taste to the architecture to also maintain competitive in the industry. one of their main projects is upkeeping of the tokyo campus.

geto suguru.

the spokesman/vice president, geto suguru. he is part of the brains of the host club along with kento. the heir of the geto corporations that started their organization due to biochemistry long ago. earlier generations of his family had a massive breakthrough with their research which allowed them to catapult to the top. suguru is currently leading and overseeing the company's subgroup, uzumaki, which is helping the advancement of merging bioengineering within the company.

nanami kento.

the actual brains of the host club, nanami kento. he runs the numbers and makes sure that everything is running well with their princess manager. kento's family mainly function in the banking industry within the financial services but dabble in the investment industry. he still questions as to why he spends his free time (and exerting a lot of effort) with the host club.

itadori sukuna.

just a member/bodyguard of the host club (because he's a giant so he's intimidating), itadori sukuna. the last entering member (satoru was really just curious about sukuna and invited him with the group, ended up being wowed by his host skills). his family is a line of top chefs, selling cookware and cookbooks, and also runs the culinary department of jujutsu academy. (pretty popular probably because his little brother, yuuji, shows up every so often).

shoko ieiri.

here for the shits and giggles, shoko ieiri. her family consists of doctors and engineers which would lead into medical technology. she decided to go down the doctor route but will eventually need to replace her mother's position soon as she (her mother) would be retiring. ieiri joined the host club, just to accompany satoru and suguru, but has not minded the club activities since joining.

haibara yu.

here for the shits and giggles pt. 2, haibara yu (actually, kento asked him to take part of the host club with him). his family is one of the oldest toy manufacturers in japan, as well as branching out to confectioneryand theme parks (which have been successful endeavors). he also supplies all of the treats and tea imports for the host clubs, cutting down the expenses severely due to a large discount (but they do get new recipes sampled for free, just have to pay if they choose to keep it in their lineup)

(y/n) (l/n).

the dear princess manager of the host club. she works behind the scenes with the help of mostly kento but as well as suguru. her family is just old money rich, starting as medics way back during history. due to housing multiple patients and lost people, the business went from medical to hospitality. they moved around, dropping seeds down as they go. it eventually bloomed heavily, leaving a fortune. there's no rightful heir as her and her siblings must work together to figure it out (however, she seems to be the commander of it all)

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #geto suguru #suguru x reader #nanami kento #nanami x reader #sukuna #sukuna x reader #shoko ieiri #yu haibara #x reader #jjk fanfic #rilakeila hc!jjk #ohshc

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sammelantoursandtravels · 4 months ago

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#Sammelan Excellence #Top Corporate Event Organizer #Corporate Events #Event Planning #Event Inspiration

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hometoursandotherstuff · 9 months ago

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Here's an interesting property- The Henderson Castle is an 1895 Victorian in Kalamazoo, MI. 14bds, 16ba, $4.998M. The Henderson Castle hosts weddings, events, corporate retreats, group dining, murder mystery dinners, haunted history tours, bachelor/bachelorette weekends, family reunions, cooking classes, wine tastings and much more. It's turn-key, so it must come fully furnished.

Look at this gorgeous original entrance foyer.

Wow, huge entrance hall. Look at the original millwork. It's magnificent, the ceilings, moldings, stairs.

There are many dining rooms. The description says that it's ready to make money the first day, for the new owners, so I guess the staff comes with it.

Look at the chef that conveys.

Wow, they're leaving that statuary?

Several dining rooms.

The bar is beautiful. Look at the ceiling.

They show the pantry but not the kitchen. It looks like a combination of commercial & vintage.

The powder room has a baby changing table.

The antiques are worth millions, alone, if turn-key means they're leaving them.

Beautiful stairs to the 2nd level.

This is amazing.

This bedroom has a table for 2.

The en-suite has Victorian touches. Look at the plumbing on the wall.

A beautiful bedroom. I wonder what's up the stairs.

Gorgeous terrace.

This dining room has a pipe organ.

This was one of the murder mystery dinners.

More gorgeous stairs to maybe a private venue dining room.

Amazing - a hot tub on top of the roof.

And, this is a guest house.

Another hot tub in the garden.

Beautiful grounds on 3.21 acres.

Set up for a wedding. What a place. Look at the silver roof on the tower.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/100-Monroe-St-Kalamazoo-MI-49006/303785141_zpid/

#castle #live / work properties #victorian homes #houses #house tours #home tour

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sainte666 · 7 months ago

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Disability Divest: We Demand the Disability Establishment End Its Relationships with War Profiteers (July 1, 2024)

Hi friends and comrades,

This Disability Pride Month, please read and sign onto this letter to the disability establishment to divest and end its partnership with war profiteers and complicity with genocide and colonialism.

Some of us are affiliated with organizations in the US disability advocacy space, and some of us are not.

Many disability organizations and their leaders have been silent about the mass disabling event and genocide that has been happening since last October. Silence is complicity.

Several US disability rights organizations, which advocate for equal rights and treatment for disabled Americans, accept funding and have fostered partnerships with major war profiteers and weapons manufacturers including Northrop Grumman, Booz Allen, Boeing, RTX/Raytheon, Lockheed Martin, General Motors, and Google.

Disability rights organizations go even further than accepting money from war profiteers: they honor them with disability inclusion awards.

One example is the 2023 Disability Equality Index, presented by Disability:IN, awarded HP, Siemens, Barclays, Chevron, Intel, and 11 weapons manufacturing companies with the top score 100 of “Best Places to Work.” (All 16 companies are corporate partners with Disability:IN.)

Disability:IN is certainly not the only one doing this in the US disability establishment, and we see similar patterns with other national orgs as well. They take money from these war mongers and turn around and pay lip service to the idea of liberation and disability rights.

Read the full letter and sign: DisabilityDivest.org. All you need is a first and last name and an email address. The letter is being translated into ASL and a Plain Language version, which will be available at the top of the page once ready.

Please feel free to contact me @sainte666 if you have any questions.

We MUST do better as a community and work to stop genocide and mass disabling events.

#disability #alice wong #art #activism #divest

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spottedalienmonster · 3 months ago

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A lot of us don't remember this, but the concept of "doomscrolling" was coined during the first Trump administration. In order to keep up with all the things they threw at the wall, a lot of us developed an unhealthy obsession with trying to keep up with the news and staying on social media.

This is a warning to everyone right now:

There is being vigilant and staying on top of current events and news to be informed on what's happening. There's caring about an issue and keeping your ear to the ground, staying in circles that let you know when/if you need to take action for particular causes.

The current landscape of social media makes it so that it's easy for this to start turning into actual, genuine "doomscrolling." There are people, accounts, corporations that benefit from blasting you with bad news incessantly on your timeline. Hate clicks, rage clicks, clickbait, and more!

Start curating your timelines for this now!

Block bad faith accounts.

Start following organizations that specialize in particular information you care about. Look for accounts that do share potential action items like bad bills that need you to call your rep, and consider following them!

Use bookmarks to keep track of things.

Make lists or feeds that give you reliable news.

Dedicate a small portion of the day to just getting caught up on news. Maybe that's not even 15 minutes!

Find places that you know will highlight good news so you know there's still good in the world.

Trump and the Republican party want you exhausted and hopeless so that when they're throwing everything at the wall to make something stick, there's nothing you or anyone will be willing to do about it. Get ahead of that now. Protect your time and energy, especially if you're prone to spiraling or going down rabbit holes.

I know this won't fix everything. I want to make a post about how Trump will use military units viciously to crackdown on protests, but I already feel I'm talking a bit outside of my area of expertise.

But do what you can. Do your best not to fall for misinformation and disinformation. Protect yourselves against conspiracy and outrage merchants. That doesn't mean you can't get angry, just know what you can actionably channel that anger into.

#us politics #spot rambles

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corpocyborg · 2 days ago

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Secure Your Soul: A Cyberpunk 2077 Fanfiction

This fic was previously published under the title “Before the Event Horizon.”

Summary: Six months ago, V’s boss at Arasaka ordered her to assassinate his rival. Instead, with the reluctant but invaluable help of her old friend Jackie Welles, she pushed them both off their thrones and claimed one for herself. Now the new Director of Arasaka Counter Intel has a problem. She’s uncovered information that indicates that Yorinobu Arasaka, the heir apparent to the Arasaka dynasty, is a traitor. But without solid proof, she’s forced to take matters into her own hands.

An AU in which Corpo!V never leaves Arasaka.

CHAPTER NINE: SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL

[read on ao3]

Adam Smasher.

V pressed her palm firmly against the pane of glass in an effort to ground herself. She couldn’t believe it. Being in the same vicinity as Yorinobu Arasaka was insane enough, but this was completely mind-blowing.

Adam. Fucking. Smasher.

The man was a legend. If you could call him a man. He’d been full borg for decades—nothing organic but the brain. Rumours about him had been passed around by Arasaka employees for as long as V could remember.

That his original body had been destroyed by a rocket-propelled grenade. That Arasaka had made him an offer: full-body conversion and a 15-year employment contract or death and what little there was left of him winding up in some stranger’s body bank. That after his conversion, he’d once gotten shot with another rocket-propelled grenade and fallen nine stories off a building only to rise up again, unscathed this time, and rip the shooter’s head clean off. That he’d recently been assigned as Yorinobu Arasaka’s personal bodyguard—that rumor seemed to be true, at least. That he was fucking Michiko Arasaka and that he got special privileges with Hato Faction because of it. That he’d single-handedly fought an entire Militech assault team on top of the Tower during the Fourth Corporate War. That he’d survived the Night City Holocaust.

V’s train of thought veered. There were about a billion conspiracy theories about the infamous nuking of Night City’s Arasaka Tower, but one in particular suddenly came to mind.

She couldn’t recall the source, but she distinctly remembered hearing that the bomb that had leveled Arasaka Tower and taken the lives of countless employees and bystanders had in fact been planted by famous rockerboy and known anti-corp activist Johnny Silverhand. Holy shit. V managed to peel her eyes off Smasher long enough to check on Jackie and the Relic.

He seemed to be having a similar experience. He was gripping the Relic’s box tightly against his chest, watching the scene in front of them with rapt attention. When he noticed her looking at him, he leaned his head slightly closer to her. “Is that—is that Adam Smasher?” he whispered. “Goddamn. He’s a Night City legend. Bleak motherfuckin’ one too. What’s our play?”

“We wait. And we stay silent.”

Smasher stood motionless near the elevator. Yorinobu was pacing in the center of the room. He seemed obviously agitated. Impatient, maybe. Every once in a while, he shook his head and cast an irritated glance around the space. Finally, after several rounds of this, he spoke aloud. “Are they here yet?” he asked, seemingly to no one in particular.

The suite’s AI assistant answered him in its cheery, artificial voice. “They approach from the landing pad.”

“Who the fuck are they talking about?” Jackie asked.

“Shhh,” she shot back, though she thought she could guess the answer. She watched as Yorinobu sat down on the cushioned chair beside the coffee table. He seemed calmer, she thought, but he didn’t seem any happier. He wasn’t fidgeting as much, but his head was arched downwards, gaze fixed on an undefined point in the center of the table.

Jackie wasn’t satisfied with silent observation. “Bug,” he whispered, ignoring V’s repeated commands, “Who we got incoming?”

Jackie’s netrunner was good, but hers was better. Carter’s soft-spoken voice was in her ear despite the fact that she hadn’t even unmuted herself. “I hope you’ve gotten outta there by now, V, but if you haven’t, you gotta hurry.” His voice dropped to an even softer tone. “It’s the Emperor.”

Of course it was.

She’d always hoped to one day have the opportunity to meet him. Ironic that the moment should arrive to find her cowering behind a wall like a common thief, instead of greeting him with the gravity the situation demanded. She felt a flash of irritation, at her luck, at Jackie, and at herself. She pushed the feeling forcefully out of her mind. Wallowing was useless.

Beside her, Jackie finally fell silent.

Saburo Arasaka slowly descended the staircase from the upper floor of the suite, though not as slowly as one would expect from a 158-year-old man. He was no ordinary old man. He had access to the best medical care in the world. She’d heard that he spent a lot of time in med tanks, designed to regenerate biological tissue, though he still looked ancient to her now that she saw him up close, his skin wrinkled and covered with large moles. Despite his best efforts, the wear of time was showing. Perhaps there were limitations to what technology could achieve, in his lifetime anyway. V hoped not. If the most important man in modern history couldn’t find a way to live forever, what hope did the rest of humanity have?

With him came someone V didn’t recognize—another Japanese man, with long black silver-streaked hair tied back into a neat bun. He wore a dark kimono that left his unusual neck cyberware visible above the collar. V had never seen anything like it before, though she thought it looked like a variant of some sort of endoskeletal armor. Her optics had already run an automatic background scan of his face through the NCPD database and, unsurprisingly, had come up blank. She signaled them to run another facial scan through the Arasaka employee database instead. Evidently, her new clearance level was actually high enough to warrant a result: Goro Takemura, personal bodyguard to Saburo Arasaka. At the moment, he was methodically scanning the perimeter of the suite. V tensed as his gaze passed over the pillar, optics glowing bright red.

“Leave us,” Saburo Arasaka said. He spoke in Japanese—she’d heard it was the only language he spoke, though she doubted it was the only one he understood.

“Arasaka-sama,” the bodyguard responded, turning abruptly toward his boss. “I still haven’t done a full sweep.”

“This is my son,” he responded. The simplicity of the statement showed he expected no further explanation should be necessary.

“Of course. Should I retrieve what we came here to..?”

V’s breath caught. So he knew what his son had planned after all. She’d been a fool to think otherwise.

“I will handle it. You may go.”

Takemura immediately bowed and headed toward the elevator. V exhaled. That had been way, way too close.

Smasher looked toward Yorinobu, who shot him a brief nod, then he followed Takemura onto the elevator. Seeing the two of them standing side-by-side brought into clear view the contrast between the elder and younger Arasaka’s choice of bodyguard. Takemura was an unassuming man at first glance—muscular, but not excessively so, with a relatively short stature. Subtle markers hinted at his true capabilities—the balanced stance he held even at rest, the faint scars across his skin, the sharpness of his gaze—but there was nothing that overtly indicated he was a particularly dangerous man. Smasher, on the other hand, was pure predatory menace.

As the elevator descended, V heard Jackie release a shaky breath, and she was assaulted by another rush of irritation, more intense than the previous one and directed solely at him. If she were caught here by herself, there was a sliver of a chance that she might be able to justify her presence. But to be caught side-by-side with a merc holding stolen Arasaka tech… that was a death sentence, one way or another.

Before tonight, she hadn’t realized how much she’d come to rely on Jackie, how much she’d trusted him. She had no leverage over him anymore, no way to enforce his loyalty, and yet she’d still expected it. Why? It was an expectation she wouldn’t have had of any of her coworkers. She knew they were all out for themselves. Perhaps in her subconscious mind she’d actually started to believe he was different. And now she was paying the price for that mistake.

Yorinobu and Saburo hadn’t spoken in a long time. Yorinobu was just sitting there, not looking at his father at all. Saburo didn’t look at his son either. He stood in the center of the room, his posture perfect, his hands clasped behind his back.

Finally, he turned his head towards Yorinobu, though his body remained angled away. His deep, gravelly voice resonated with self-assured authority. “Did you think I wouldn’t know it was taken from me?”

“Actually, I don’t think of you. At all. Ever.” An obvious lie, V thought. One told with the desperate anger of a helpless child. Yorinobu leaned back, finally meeting his father’s gaze. “You see, that’s your problem. You think the world revolves around you. Arrogant.”

“Yorinobu—” His father cut in.

But Yorinobu wasn’t finished. His speech was rapid, each phrase thrown like a punch in a sloppy bar brawl—wild, unsteady, but crackling with the kind of force that would leave a mark if it connected. “Why did you come? To humiliate me? To personally see to it that your son knows his place?”

His father’s response was distant and impersonal, almost mechanical. V had the sense that the question had been asked and answered long ago. “The nail that protrudes from the wall gets hammered.”

Yorinbu threw his head back. He balled his hands into fists, then released them. He stood up, briefly facing Saburo, then turning away again. “Couldn’t you think of anything original to say?” he exclaimed.

Saburo watched him impassively as he began to pace around the room. “And do you think it ‘original’ to sell our greatest achievement to Westerners—our future to these… barbarians?”

“Our future? Ours?” Yorinobu broke his pace and rushed towards him, pointing a finger at his chest. “You’re mistaken. You’ve only ever cared about yourself… and your sick schemes.”

Saburo’s response was to continue watching him silently. Yorinobu stood with his finger still in the air. After a moment, he hesitated, backed away, and began pacing again. He went through this motion twice, back and forth from one end of the room to the other, then stopped and stood with his hands on his hips, the anger etching his face turning to a subtler frustration.

Saburo stepped forward slowly. His movements were glacial compared to his son’s. “I knew this day would come. That sooner or later your impudence would cross the line.” He stopped in front of him. They were once more face-to-face. This time, neither looked away. “There is much for which I could forgive you, but for treason—no.”

For a moment, there was silence. Father and son stared at each other, both unflinching, both implacable.

“I’m just glad your mother didn’t live to see this,” Saburo said. “The heart should break but once.”

V saw it coming a split-second before it happened. Saburo had pushed him too far. Yorinobu lunged at his father, gripping his hands around his neck and pressing him up against the pillar.

“Oh shit!” Jackie exclaimed, the need for silence completely forgotten. V winced. But Yorinobu didn’t seem to hear him over the sounds of his own grunting and his father’s muffled chokes.

V watched the struggle numbly. There was nothing she could do. Not when she was implicated in Jackie’s theft. Not with Smasher likely still nearby. At the edges of her dulled awareness, various emotions battled for recognition: a flicker of fear, a jolt of incredulity, a pang of sadness. And, beneath it all, steadily rising above its competitors to break through to the surface of her consciousness: the relentless pulse of anger. She despised feeling helpless.

Saburo’s resistance seemed to be winding down. He was still flailing slightly, but his strength looked to be quickly waning, and Yorinobu showed no sign of releasing him. How absurd that a man who had come so far and achieved so much could meet such a pathetic end.

V had never put much stock in the concept of justice—she didn’t believe there was a God who would one day judge all the sinners, nor did she think any other kind of cosmic consciousness would intervene and deliver karmic retribution upon the unworthy. And the humanist perspective? Ha. What a person deserved had nothing to do with societal standards and everything to do with what they could take for themselves, and those too weak to defend what they had would eventually lose it. She’d known all this was true even when she was still young enough to feasibly believe otherwise, and it had never distressed her in the slightest.

But this. It was the first time in her life she’d felt moral outrage. This disgusted her.

As the last traces of life left the body of the most powerful man in the world, V remembered that she wasn't entirely powerless herself. She pulled up her optics’ HUD, located the menu for the full-sensory BD-scrolling software she'd had since she was twelve, and pressed record.

She only caught the very end, and she knew it wouldn't be enough—video evidence had been considered inadmissible in courtrooms for ages, ever since the proliferation of basic video generation AIs. BDs weren't much better. A skilled editor could weave fiction out of the starkest reality. This recording wouldn't be enough to take down Yorinobu Arasaka. But it was a start.

Saburo Arasaka lay motionless on the floor. His son stared at him blankly. He held up his hands and examined them, as if he couldn’t believe what they’d done. V watched him closely, still recording. His reaction seemed genuine, and there was no one to perform for as far as he was aware. A hot-blooded murder, then. He hadn’t known in advance that he was going to do it. He sat down on the coffee table, not looking where he was sitting, knocking over a bottle in the process. The liquid seeped into the fabric of his pants, but he didn’t seem to notice. “I wish…” he began in a faltering voice, “I wish to put the hotel on lockdown.”

“May I ask why?” the suite’s AI responded.

Yorinobu stood up, walked to his father’s body, and leaned over it, placing his finger at the neck as if to check for a pulse. That act struck V as strange. It seemed redundant at this point. Was it wishful thinking? Or just tying up loose ends? After a moment, he addressed the AI again, his voice now stabilized. “Saburo Arasaka has been murdered.”

“Code Red initiated.”

AIs weren’t usually programmed to show emotion, but V thought this one actually sounded nervous. Or maybe it was just her own nerves making her imagine things.

The AI began projecting its voice throughout the Plaza, so loud that V could hear eerie echoes from outside the suite, all relaying the same message. “Attention! Code Red has been initiated throughout Konpeki Plaza. Please remain in your rooms and follow all instructions given by staff.”

Immediately after, the elevator doors opened, and Takemura rushed in, with Smasher at his tail. Smasher stopped just outside the elevator, a good distance from where Yorinobu was leaning over his father’s corpse. V prided herself on her skill at interpreting microexpressions, but Smasher’s mechanical face simply wasn’t designed to show them. She had no idea what he was thinking.

Takemura kept going forward. He was far easier to read. His composure slipped the moment he saw the body—lips parted slightly, shoulders tensed—then he regained it just as quickly. His posture smoothed over, and he pressed his mouth into a serious expression. “What happened?” he asked Yorinobu.

Yorinobu turned toward him, straightening and moving to meet him in the center of the room. “My father has been poisoned.”

“Poisoned?” Takemura repeated. He tried to move closer to the body, but Yorinobu blocked his path.

“It seems so,” he said firmly.

A brief hesitation. “Yorinobu-san… I doubt…”

“What is your job, Takemura?” Yorinobu asked, moving even closer to him, so that their faces were only inches apart.

Takemura looked away. On the surface, it seemed like he didn’t want to meet the gaze of a dissatisfied superior, but V thought that maybe he was also trying to examine Saburo’s body from a distance. “I don’t follow.”

“It’s a simple question,” Yorinobu insisted. “Answer it.”

Takemura turned his attention back to him, nodded stiffly. “To protect the head of the Arasaka family.”

“Then I do sincerely hope you’ll do a better job of executing your duties from now on.”

His head dropped. “Forgive me, Arasaka-sama. I shall not disappoint.”

He’d addressed him as he would have addressed his father, V noted. He hadn’t done that earlier. A meaningful change, to be sure. But was it a genuine show of support, or was he just stringing him along for now?

As all three men boarded the elevator, V focused her attention on Takemura, trying to decipher the true intentions behind his behavior. She was nearly certain he didn’t actually believe Yorinobu’s story—he’d been instantly inquisitive at first, then he’d turned distracted and hesitant. That hinted that he’d realized he wasn’t going to get the answers he was looking for from Yorinobu, maybe even that he was planning to turn to other sources. But it didn't necessarily mean he would be willing to act against him.

V noted that Takemura’s shoulders were slightly slouched, his head still drooping. It reminded her uncannily of a dog that had just been reprimanded by its owner. He felt guilty, that was for sure. Perhaps it was simply the self-doubt that could plague any agent that failed to complete a mission objective. She’d learned a long time ago to watch for it in her own operatives, to make sure they were still fit to continue working. But V had the feeling that in Takemura’s case, this was something more. This seemed personal.

He could be a potential ally, if he stuck around Night City long enough.

“I think they’re gone,” Jackie whispered. She was momentarily surprised by the sound of his voice. She’d halfway forgotten he was there.

“I think so,” she agreed. “We’ve got to get out of here.”

“Bug, the Plaza’s locked down,” Jackie said, then paused, waiting for the response. “Well, because Yorinobu Arasaka fuckin’ offed his own pops, that’s why.”

“Jackie,” V hissed, “Be careful who you tell that to, for fuck’s sake.”

“Do you wanna get out of here or not?” Jackie demanded. “Any ideas, Bug?”

While Jackie listened to his netrunner’s plan, V stepped tentatively out of the pillar. She walked around it, to the spot where Saburo Arasaka��s body was. She knew she only had a few seconds to do anything useful, to find any proof of what had happened here. She examined the body closely. Her earlier impression had been right—he looked older up close. And feeble too, now that the spark of life had been snuffed out. She bent down, making sure not to touch any part of his body or clothing, and carefully removed his WWII dog tags. She stuffed them in the pocket of her suit jacket. At the very least, they might prove she was actually here.

“V, let’s go,” Jackie said from behind her. She turned towards him. He’d followed her out of the pillar and was pointing at the suite’s balcony with the hand that wasn’t clutching the Relic. “Bug’s gonna get that door open.”

Jackie made straight for the balcony, V right at his heels. They waited, tensions rising every second Jackie’s netrunner used to counter the Plaza’s security protocols. Finally, mercifully, the doors slid open. V stepped out, but a sudden outburst from Jackie made her freeze with one foot in the doorway.

“Bug!” He shouted. “Bug! Answer me, damn it!”

“What happened?” V shouted back at him.

“She… she got made.”

V immediately unmuted her mic. “Carter! Are you okay?”

“V! Yes, I’m fine! What’s going on? Did you make it out?”

“No time! Tell you later!”

“V, no! Don’t—”

She ended the call. She turned back to Jackie, who was still standing inside the suite, head bowed, looking absolutely crestfallen. She raised an eyebrow at him. “You don’t intend to die with her, do you?”

“Que descanse en paz,” Jackie muttered. He lifted his head, and she was relieved to see the determination on his face as he marched onto the balcony. “She said there was a ladder.”

“You mean that ladder?” V asked, pointing at the neighboring side of the hotel. “Are you kidding? It’s a 100-story drop.”

“You got a better idea?”

Despite the constant havoc of the night, V found herself grinning. “Yes, actually,” she said. “I do.”

V had been interim Director of Counter Intel for four months, one week, and two days before they’d made her promotion permanent. It had been a turbulent time, as transfer of power always was at Arasaka. The masses she’d risen above had stirred uneasily, watching her every move like a pack of hungry hyenas circling a feeding lion. And those on her level had been only moderately less restless; after all, the concurrent fall of two influential and well-established Department Heads was a sobering reminder that none of them were truly invulnerable.

It’d been fun while it lasted, but after 129 days of constant plots and political maneuvers, when she’d received the news that Arasaka had decided to move forward with her official promotion, the only thought on her mind that night had been how best to celebrate the occasion. So she’d made a somewhat impulsive decision. She’d bought an AV.

Not just any AV. A model year state-of-the-art Rayfield Excalibur, self-driving, equipped with camouflage armor, and capable of reaching a top speed of 250 mph. A dependable vehicle that could find her anywhere, even if she were at the top of a building and it was in a subterranean parking garage. All it took was a flick of her eyes to signal her optical HUD.

“V?” Jackie said warily. “Why the fuck have you got that loca smile on your face?”

#cyberpunk 2077 #corpo v #fanfiction #cyberpunk 2077 fanfiction #valerie locke #corpocyborg #wip #jackie welles #secure your soul: a cyberpunk 2077 fanfiction #brotp: mutually assured destruction #adam smasher #goro takemura #yorinobu arasaka #saburo arasaka #director locke #Spotify

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