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[heracrosshero]

An awkward apology

Aurelia acts like she is above everyone else, but she is not so conceited that she won’t apologize for her mistakes. But this? Did she really have to apologize to this woman?

After the events at Vitu-Ghazi, Aurelia tracked down Massacre Girl. It wasn’t exactly difficult for her, she just followed the blood and screams. She pushed her angelic instincts to protect deep down, perhaps in the same way humanoids tried to fight back a sick stomach. Most of these people were in Rakdos territory because they liked pain and suffering for whatever reason. For those that didn’t, well, Aurelia’s current target was an assassin by trade, and that profession was technically legal under Azorius law. Aurelia huffed in annoyance and flapped her white wings to soar higher over the stench of Rakdos’ streets.

Finally Aurelia spotted her, with the same ugly red grin painted on her face and those same bloodstained clothes adorned in spikes and barbed wire; Massacre Girl. Aurelia grimaced and pulled her wings against her back to rapidly drop to ground level. The air shook and burst from her descent as she landed right behind Massacre Girl, who let out a yelp of surprise. Seeing Massacre Girl caught off guard gave Aurelia satisfaction. Sure, she may not be able to arrest Massacre Girl, but a killer for hire shouldn’t be allowed to feel too safe in the angel’s opinion.

Aurelia looked down at the daggers pointed nervously at her armored chest. Massacre Girl eyed her with an expression somewhere between caution and excitement. Aurelia gave neither the weapons or the woman herself any mind, but instead looked away out at the street.

Massacre Girl jabbed lazily out at Aurelia. “A warning would have been nice, you know. Sneaking up on people is supposed to be my job.” 

Aurelia didn’t turn her head. She may be a big enough of a person (angel?) to say this, but not to look that wicked woman in the face while she did so. Aurelia spoke with all the professional, dispassionate tone she could muster. “I have come to formally apologize to you, Massacre Girl, on behalf of the Boros Legion for falsely accusing you and the Cult of Rakdos for the murders of Ms. Zegana, Teysa Karlov and your attempted murder on myself. I hope that this incident can be left in the past as our guilds continue to cooperate for the betterment of Ravnica.” 

Massacre Girl listened to her speech politely before bursting into a fit of shrill giggles. “The great Aurelia, the law above, apologizing to me!?! Oh wow, I’m gonna need that in writing so I can hang it on my bedroom wall.” 

Her undignified chortling grated Aurelia’s ears. Why had Niv-Mizzet and Ezrim insisted she apologize personally to the Cult of Rakdos. This was beyond humiliating. “Do you accept my apology?” Was all she could force herself to say, hoping a simple yes would follow and she could then fly out of here back to the familiar fortresses of the Boros.

“Oh yes, believe me I accept it. But don’t worry about it too much darling. I did try to kill you, even if I don’t remember doing so.” Fully secure in the knowledge that she wasn’t being re-arrested, Massacre Girl sheathed her daggers and sat down on top of a dumpster. “It’s only natural that you would be a bit miffed about that. Bygones can be bygones.”

Aurelia did her best diplomatic smile, relieved to hear that at least the Rakdos woman was so stuck in her base instincts that debts and politics meant nothing to her. Aurelia gave the slightest nod of respect she could towards Massacre Girl before walking out of the alley to fly away, before she felt a wet hand grab her wing. 

“Wait up a sec.” Massacre Girl said as she looked up at the angel. “Is there an official Boros report on my assassination attempt on you?”

Aurelia, curious why Massacre Girl would even ask such a question, answered it without thinking, “Yes, but you are technically a victim in these events, not a criminal, much as it aggravates me. You don’t have to worry about the Boros coming after you yet.”

Massacre Girl shook her head. “Oh no no no. I don’t care about your silly little tin soldiers coming to arrest me. Do you think there is any way that record can be made public?”

Aurelia’s mouth fell open. “You…want this incident to be publicized?”

Massacre Girl nodded excitedly. “Obviously! It may not have been a successful kill, but attacking the Boros Guildmaster is a feat that will earn the admiration of every Rakdos performer in Ravnica. Unfortunately I have no memory of the event, so I can’t give an accurate retelling of it. If you have a play-by-play, I want everyone to hear about it!”

Aurelia did not know whether to groan, laugh, or just fly away this very instant without another word. She settled for returning to her professional composure. “Er, well if that is an official request, I suppose I can ask to have this file publicized, or at least your portion of it relating to the attempt on my life.” Aurelia couldn’t believe anyone would be happy to hear this, but Massacre Girl sure looked thrilled.

“Oh wonderful! Thanks a ton Relly, you’ve really helped a girl out. I hope you know that.” Massacre Girl winked at Aurelia. 

Aurelia scoffed. “I have no intention of helping you out at all. If you wish to have your murderous lifestyle further broadcast to the city, be my guest. And you will refer to me as Guildmaster Aurelia if you please.”

Massacre Girl struck a lazy salute that would have made any Boros soldier ashamed to witness. “I do not, Relly.” 

Aurelia sighed. There was no point with this crazy woman. “I will be leaving now. Stay out of trouble.” Aurelia said, and began to spread her wings. 

Massacre Girl continued to do her salute. “Awww, thanks for worrying about me. Have a safe flight.” Then she turned and vanished into the shadows of the alley. 

Aurelia watched her disappear, shaking her head in complete bewilderment. “I hope I never have to talk to that woman again unless it’s to interrogate her, I swear.” She said quietly to herself. Then in a gust of wind, Aurelia took off from the pavement and into the bright sky above.

[bats-n-fantrolls]

muppet babies

[iseo58]

Boror woman, Chad

[red-flight]

Thinking about how, despite death being a constant companion of Wedge's life since he was 17, he struggles to actually believe someone is dead and truly gone unless he sees their body for himself.

Booster Terrik had told him as a kid to be skeptical when receiving news of death unless he's seen the proof for himself, Booster had lost an eye to that mistake, and Wedge took it to heart and he reminices over that with Mirax when struggling to deal with death later on.

So much of this struggle comes from the reality that oftentimes, starfighter pilots don't leave bodies behind when their ship is vaped. Wedge admits that sometimes he expects Biggs or one of the others to be in a crowd or waltzing into his office. The other part of the struggle, comes from the sheer number of friends and enemies that were believed dead and then seemingly came back to life months or years later, long after he should have given up hope.

Luke vanished while evacuating Hoth, then popped up again a little under a year later. Tycho went missing during a mission, was captured and presumed dead, showed up 8-10 months later. Wes was shot out of his ship at Distna and should have died, two months later they learn he survived. Corran was almost lost at Borlaeis, then after Coruscant showed up to interrupt the trial over his own murder. Boror Jace, ambushed, they found the wreckage and he still came back later. Even enemies like Isard came back.

Wedge struggles to accept and heal and move forward when dealing with death, and the stunts his friends pull seriously do not help because he's developed this deep-seated belief that they'll come walking into his office long after he should have given up.

[erosionafliccion]

Marilyn Boror

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Borore: sequestrate dai Carabinieri 1.900 piante di marijuana. Arresti domiciliari per il 38enne che se ne prendeva cura

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junkpilestuff - no - yes

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bororou -- OG Gaster Sans

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[patricia-the-autism-apprentice]

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[fperez-serg]

Marilyn Boror Bor. 2023.

Nos quitaras las montañas, nos dieron cemento.

Donde había maíz, agua e vida, ahora brota cemento.

35 Bienal arte SãoPaulo.

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Contas con 44 mln primo consorzio in Europa per fatturato

Con 44 milioni di euro, Contas è il primo Consorzio di carni ovine in Europa per fatturato. Si tratta del Consorzio per la tutela dell’Agnello di Sardegna Igp, come emerso dai dati presentati oggi all’assemblea generale di Borore, alla presenza oltre del Consiglio di amministrazione e dei delegati regionali anche dei rappresentanti della associazioni di categoria, di diversi tecnici e…

[bats-n-fantrolls]

unpopular girlies only 🗣️🗣️

[loopintohell]

Little CesarFever and Shelton animation

[shiningcindyz]

Giv me things to dodle

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[funkyfrogoftheday]

today's funky frog of the day: the argus reed frog (Hyperolius argus)!!!! the males of this species are green, while the females are a reddish-brown. they're also known as the boror reed frog or the argus sedge frog! they live throughout eastern africa, and live near water at a low elevation.

photo by John Lyakurwa

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[alpineshepherdbadboy]

B, K and S ❤️

Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

My latest one, “San Ignacio, New Mexico,” I wrote because I was driving through New Mexico and saw a sign for a town called San Ignacio.

What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

I think the San Ignacio one in concept alone is pretty angsty. I tried to stay away from excess, mopey interiority, but I think the whole idea Lalo buying a house in a ghost town named for the man he loved and killed is pretty angsty. “Tuco’s Friend” I think got a little angsty towards the end, but it could definitely be angstier. I think the next thing I write should be super angsty.

Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Miscommunication.