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juminsmysticmc · 2 years ago

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RFA x Mc who stays alone while someone tries to enter the house

So, this scenario came suddenly to my mind! Hope you enjoy!

Jumin

It’d been a long time since you stayed alone in the big penthouse.

Jaehee was ultra annoyed because of a project and Jumin just had to stay a bit longer at the office, something he didn’t quite enjoy but couldn’t change.

You were in your private library, sitting in the relatively darker room with a little light next to you so that you could at least read the book Jumin bought for you.

You were enjoying the calmness, the quiet lonely feeling of freedom.

But still, you couldn’t wait until Jumin came home to hug you.

The day was long.

You sat there on your couch until you heard something on the window.

At first, you thought it was your imagination, but then you heard it again and tried to focus longer.

An animal? Why wasn’t the alarm going off?

These thoughts haunted you until a face appeared behind the glass, making you shriek.

In that very moment the man crushed the window with a stone he was holding in his free hand and managed to enter through it, making you scream even louder.

The alarm finally went off, over sounding your screams of fear and making the bodyguards finally react.

In a totally different place Jumin was busy working on the project while Jaehee was too busy rolling her eyes at a specific phone call.

When she, however, heard the bodyguard's words, her face turned pale.

At the same time, Seven entered the chatroom and informed everyone what just happened - somehow he got a notification when the alarm went off in the penthouse and hacked into the CCTV.

Jumin and Jaehee never arrived so quickly at the penthouse and Jumin was never so scared for your life.

His hands were still trembling when he was holding your sobbing body.

The bodyguards who were supposed to patrol the garden were fired and the security was kept even tighter. He would never let something happen to you.

Never.

Zen

,,Maybe I should call in sick,’’ he sighed, kissing your temple again.

You were rocking your sleeping baby daughter. She was just two weeks old and it already felt as if she was always there, as if you were always rocking a baby in your arms.

Your hair wasn't brushed yet and you still didn’t change your sleeping gown, but you still had a soft smile on your lips.

,,Don’t be silly, it’s just today. The director needs you, we will handle it,’’ you tried to calm him down, your eyes never leaving the baby you were holding.

She had white hair, but your eyes, something that amazed you.

But she was already so beautiful and a really calm baby.

,,I know, but I worry about you two… I don’t want to leave you,’’ he whispered and stroked his daughter's soft skin.

His daughter.

Just thinking about it made his heart swell.

But no matter how much his heart hurt at the thought of leaving you, he had to go to work.

If the director would let him fall, he wouldn’t be able to provide for you or his child - he didn’t want to risk it.

The hours passed by and passed by until it was time to make dinner.

By now you fed your daughter a few times and also changed her diapers.

Of course you changed your clothes - both of yours - several times and managed to brush your hair and get some house cleaning done.

You just needed to cook dinner now and then the day would be over.

The baby just began to whine again when you put the noodles into the soup.

Thinking you would just go away for a few seconds to take your daughter, you didn’t turn off the heat but just stepped away - it was still unknown to you that this was what saved you.

Just when you had your baby in your arms, an odd sound made you stop breathing.

Something was crushed in the bathroom.

Remembering you left open the window after a shower earlier, you thought the worst.

You put your daughter’s pacifier in her mouth, praying to god that this would make her stay silent before you tried to slowly walk towards the door to run out.

The steps came closer and closer and you already thought you lost, when something made another loud sound, this time coming from the kitchen.

The steps stopped and seemed to go in a different direction, the chance you used to run away.

You quickly ran out, left the door open, and ran.

Your baby was in your arms, without a jacket and shoes, you just ran.

,,MC?!’’ Zen called when he saw you, his motorcycle stopping across from you.

,,Princess, what are you doing? Why are you like that?’’ he asked you, referring to your barefoot body.

,,Hyun! Someone broke in! Someone broke in!’’ you gasped and sobbed, just now you realized how painful it was, how scared you were.

Zen didn’t wait a second to call the police and give you his jacket and shoes.

While waiting for the police so that you could drive a car back home, Zen held you and tried to calm you down.

The burglar didn’t find anything, apparently - or so showed the CCTV at home. He was surprised by the dinner and ran away as soon as he heard the door.

Still, Zen took this as a sign and decided to listen to his gut the next time he didn’t want to go to work.

Yoosung

,,Alright, see you tomorrow,’’ Yoosung said, kissing your head and making you chuckle.

Actually, he would be back at midnight as he had the later shift, but he liked to act as if being a vet in a hospital and having a late shift were holding him back from seeing you,being overdramatic.

You waved goodbye and then began to enjoy the free time you were going to have.

You cleaned, cooked, read a book, watched an anime, and spent your time with your friends in the chatroom.

The time passed by and before you could realize it, it was already time to go to sleep, something you did as you couldn’t manage to stay awake until Yoosung would be back.

Slowly you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep, a light slumber yet.

The warm blanket and your soft pillow were the things you loved the most after Yoosung.

And just when you thought you were asleep, something made you jolt.

A sound, you thought.

Your eyes were wide open and you were gasping for air, trying to concentrate on whatever you just heard.

Was it Lisa? No, she was with Yoosung at the hospital.

Was it Yoosung? He wouldn’t be back yet.

And then again, a sound, things falling, and steps.

Someone was here.

From the little space between the door and the floor, you could see that the light was switched on and in that moment your body reacted on its own.

You grabbed your phone and quickly but silently walked to the bathroom in your room and hid in the shower.

No one would think something valuable would be in a bathroom, right?

With trembling hands you tried to reach Yoosung. Seeing that your messages never arrived, you switched over to 707, the man who was always online, and indeed, he was.

,,707 your hero at the start, my lovely Mc, what can I do for your private message?’’ he asked you.

But you had no time to waste and spammed him.

,,Help’’, ,,Someone broke in’’, ,,I’m in the bathroom,’’, ,,I can’t run away,’’ , ,,I’m scarede,’’ , ,,*scared, typo,’’

Praying he would help you.

,,I will be there. Call me so that I can hear what happens,’’ he said and you did.

You didn’t know how much time passed, you just knew that it was hard to breathe, fearing that they would hear you.

And then everything was louder. You could hear several voices, people yelling, and your name being called in a panic.

Yoosung.

Just when the door was opened and he held you in your arms you could manage to calm down and collapse in his arms.

,,Seven informed Jumin who immediately arrived with his men and the police and came to pick me up. Thank god we came in time,’’ he whispered with tears.

It was okay, you were okay…you were okay.

Jaehee

,,Take everything you need, I am not going to stop you or alert the police. Take either drinks, food, or money, I don’t care, I just want to stay alive,’’ you whispered to the unknown man standing in front of you.

You could see that he was in need, and hell, if he didn’t have a weapon, you would have let him eat something for free even.

You were the last person who would have kicked him out.

If he would have wanted, you would have even offered him a job or something, but he was standing in front of you with a knife, hands trembling while he ordered you to not move.

You didn’t plan on moving.

You were just thankful that Jaehee went off earlier before closing the shop and helping you to count the money because she had to pause something regarding Zen.

On the other hand, she could help you out with her Judo. Alone you were, well, fucked up.

,,I DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOU!’’ the man hissed, waving with the knife.

You were scared, but you tried to stay calm.

You also didn’t utter a word, you were just trying to understand what the man was trying to do. Did he intend to kill you, to take something, or both?

,,Everyone just looks down on me! I am not someone to pity! I will make you all pay!’’ he cried out, making you gasp.

You still couldn’t think straight, you just wanted to live.

,,Mc what is taking you so long to-’’ Jaehee didn’t have to finish her sentence to understand what was happening.

And then everything went too quickly for you to understand. The man ran towards Jaehee, who just realized that the man had a weapon in his hands.

And before she could even dodge the stab, her body reacted on its own and she fought against him with some of her cool Judo tricks, making him land straight on the floor.

,,Thank you,’’ you whispered when you saw that Jaehee took him down in less than a minute.

Her warm arms were now around you and you could feel her heart racing against your own body.

She was worried.

The police arrived and everything was solved, although the security was tightened and below the cash register a little alarm was placed so that whatever happened, the police would be alarmed.

Saeyoung

If there was something that was impossible, it was to enter through the security of a hacker, actually, two hackers and a person who worked for an odd agency once.

The three men knew a lot about security and none would have guessed that anyone could break that security.

But someone could, and this someone was none other than the agency.

Revenge, this was something they seeked for, Saeyoung was sure.

As soon as his phone alerted him that someone entered his house, his heart was racing.

His head was spinning and his palms were sweaty.

His mouth was dry and suddenly he forgot how to talk.

He lost Jihyun and Rika, who betrayed him and lied to him, took advantage of his little brother, and almost ended their future, but he finally found you and got Saeran back. It couldn’t be that someone else was about to destroy this happiness he just found.

,,Quickly they will realize that she’s sleeping!’’ Saeyoung gasped.

He didn’t know what exactly made him go out with Vanderwood and Saeran, he never went out, neither of them did.

But today they did. This was how strong your presence was, you could change the habits of three grown men. Your upcoming birthday was a reason for three introverts to leave the house and do something special.

Neither of them thought of putting you to any risk.

With his red racing car, Saeyoung arrived in a few seconds to his place, his phone never out of his sight, hoping that you would call him and tell him that you were hidden somewhere.

But nothing.

And he was scared that if he called you, your phone would ring and make you get discovered.

Feeling helpless was awful.

,,The basement window is broken! They are in!’’ he gasped and if he could have, he would have vomited right there.

,,The agency would never leave so much proof, it has to be someone else!’’ Vanderwood tried to stop the red haired man.

But he was sure they wanted revenge.

Well, the sight welcoming them was a bit different.

You were in your nightgown, a baseball bat in your hands, and a man on the floor, unconscious, with alcohol around him.

,,I finished him off,’’ you said proudly.

Gosh, Saeyoung’s legs gave up right there.

You were scolded a bit ,,What if he had a gun and shot you down? What if he wasn’t alone? Imagine if he would have gotten up again, Mc! What if…’’

Saeyoung only stopped talking when Vanderwood mentioned the problem of having an unconscious man in their house…at least you were alive and the agency kept ignoring you…

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08.03.2023 // 21:06 MEST

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cloverdaisies · 1 year ago

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BLACK HEARTS - L.SY C.CH L.JY

description: a mysterious trio rules the night, masked in balaclavas armed with whatever they could get their hands on… one favor can reveal a whole lot more than you expect. this is not your first visit to the black hearted universe.

member: sangyeon, chanhee, juyeon x you

genre: angst!action!crime!au!

channel: @deoboyznet

warnings: violence! triggering scenes! reader discretion is advised.

a/n: big thank you to @winterchimez and @heemingyu for helping to curate the ideas to write this piece !! i challenged myself to write this in an hour !! which i just about achieved !! i just had a moment where i was like guys let’s put our brains together and that idea of spontaneity is what makes pieces like this special!

When imagining criminal talk, you imagine murder, guns, the same cold-hearted clichè you hear on the silver screen, however when encountering brains that are not well developed enough to find full time jobs to be honorable members of society you find conversations like these:

“I’m literally batman.” Sangyeon spits across the passenger seat where Juyeon is busy groaning in annoyance, left palm rested on his head.

“No because that would mean I’m robin which is just so wrong.” Juyeon retorted, looking out to the road ahead ignoring the disappointment from Chanhee who had the courtesy of listening to these imbecilic conversations in the back seat.

“Guys-” Chanhee began but was shortly cut off.

“I would be batman.”

“No you wouldn’t, I’m batman.”

“Literally how? I’m batman.”

“Guys?” Chanhee couldn’t seem to get a word in between the two grown men as they drove to their destination, seemingly forgetting all about any plans or what they had to do. “You both are batman, I’m robin.”

Being the only one with a degree in computer science and the brains to execute any plans, Chanhee didn’t mind being robin as long as it settled the childish arguments between the two.

“We’re 5 minutes out, I’ve got into the security systems and disabled the CCTV cameras so we should be good to go. The place closes in 10.” Finally getting his words heard, the other two boys nodded and Sangyeon stepped on the gas - a wide cheshire cat grin spread across his face.

The night was a deep navy, the clouds wrapping up the silver crescent moon in a soft grey blanket, the street lights flickered as the wind hurled and whistled like the sound of pained ghosts.

A small café, bar at night, dimly lit with warm lights stood out from the other stores on 7th street, the place always did well and attracted customers from all over the globe with its homemade goods, in house brewery and highly prestigious aesthetics.

You were working your late shift that night and if you hadn’t noticed the red security light on the cameras begin blinking and suddenly going out - you’d have no reason to believe anything was wrong.

On the phone to your manager, you frantically began asking whether the security had been breached, as you couldn’t get on the till machine to view the stores earnings either - being the lazy old man who you’d woke up from his beauty sleep, he of course began yelling and being entirely unhelpful.

“I’m telling you, I can’t get on to the checkout the lights on the cameras have gone off, I’m scared this hasn’t happened before.” You try to your best to explain how dire the situation was but it was clearly landing on deaf ears.

“Y/N, it must happen all the time. I’m going back to bed I don’t have time for your shit this evening.” With that he hung up, leaving you afraid and the sound of tires screeching from behind the glass window pane had made everything you suspected feel as if it was coming true.

Frantically you got down behind the counter, making an attempt to press the panic alarm but failing as the sound of the door being shattered into tiny crystals screamed through the store, masking your whimpers you kept a tight grip of your mouth.

“Hey kitty cat? You can come out we know you’re here.” A low voice purred, already mapping out the sequence of your death you kept quiet and tried to prolong the moment.

“Come on birdy, you can’t hide.” With that two feet landed in front of you with a slam, a man dressed in all black, features covered by a balaclava crouched in front of you, a pair of unsettlingly familiar cat eyes smiling at you. He reached out, gently pulling your hand away from your mouth. “You know, I won’t hurt you, we just want some cash darling.”

In his right hand was a smaller gun which he didn’t point directly at you, he just led you to the counter where you hadn’t transported the money to the safe yet.

You opened it allowing him to grab all the cash you’d made that day and stuff it into the duffel bag the other was holding.

“Thanks, princess.” The other zipped up the bag, noting the sound of sirens beckoning in the distance.

Since you were unharmed, you didn’t really care that they’d stolen all the money you’d earned that day, after all you never saw a penny of it anyways. However, you’d realized there was a third man in the mix, slightly daintier in frame who rushed out of the private stairwell carrying an arm load of cash stolen from the high security safe upstairs - how did he even get in there?

The sirens closed in, they began to panic as the red and blue flashes closed in on the store.

“Go out the back. It’s unlocked.” You had no idea why you’d told them that, however something in your conscience told you to, whether the devil on your shoulder had told you or you genuinely hated your job that much.

“Why?-” The familiar cat eyes asked, whilst the doe eyed one also stared in confusion over at you.

“Guys there’s no time let’s go.” The muscle of the group barged through the back door, just in time for officers to breach the building.

“Are you unharmed? Are the perpetrators still in the building?” An officer with a megaphone yelled into the store, you did the standard procedure and walked out with your hands in the air.

The last thing you expected was to be grounded to the floor by an officer, your face hitting the pavement lightly with your hands behind your back.

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you.” The officer spoke in a gruff voice, screaming to stop resisting as you laid confused.

“I literally work here. I didn’t do anything.”

“Ma’am this store closed hours ago, you have no-”

A shot, a deafening shot that began a frenzy, the officer behind you fell to the floor before you were grabbed and within half a millisecond told to sprint.

A jet black Mercedes had blocked the main road, the sound of chaos erupting behind you, before the door opened and you were let in. The driver sped to the scene before your saviour swept into the passenger seat, if they'd been able to send more police cars there would have been a high likelihood you'd have never gotten away. However, leaving the scene the immense stomach feeling of guilt consumed you.

"You killed a man? Why would you do that?" You yelled suddenly as a silence grew across the men that had gotten you in to the situation.

"Hey, I didn't kill him, it’s not fatal he’ll be fine.” Pulling off the mask, cat eyes revealed himself, his black hair, sharp gestures and sultry voice. Juyeon Lee? You almost couldn’t believe your eyes.. nevermind look at his.

“Besides he would have either killed you or you’d be behind bars. No state attorney would give you a good time in court, we’re just repaying the favor.” Also ripping off his balaclava the driver looked back at you in your seat, his honey skin and deep brown eyes. Sangyeon?

“Do you guys have no sympathy? Is this what you’re doing with your lives now?” You asked distraught over the entire situation that had unfolded.

“Sometimes it’s safer to be feared than loved, y/n.” Sangyeon looked back, a sadistic grin painted across his lips as he almost looked down on your tears.

“Just be quiet and we’ll talk more when we get back. Sangyeon drive.” The boy next to you spoke, his eyes engrossed in the laptop in front of him. He had a more ethereal appearance than the others almost fairy-like which must be a great disguise of innocence for the life he lived. Possibly the most shocking reveal of them all, Chanhee Choi.

Despite feeling as if your entire world had collapsed in front of you and the wavering feelings of guilt eating you up like a lion to steak, somehow it was the most alive you felt in a long time. However the most shocking reveal of this entire encounter was that the same people you’d went to high school with, were living double lives as some of the most notorious criminals in the city.

As you’d arrived a small home located in the middle of a forest area you hadn’t recognized before, the same familiar cat eyes had something to say after the others had already wandered inside.

“I don’t want to be anywhere near you.” You looked at Juyeon seriously folding your arms, had you not had history you probably would have been more grateful for his actions tonight.

“That was years ago, darling. Do you think I still love you? Do you think I still care?” He laughed, his teeth curling into a smirk and his tongue poking the side of his jaw.

“Clearly! You jumped in front of an armed police officer you absolute maniac. I was always right about you, you’ve become some kind of psycho, that’s why I broke up with you and why the hell is Chanhee even involved with you?” You yelled, quickly being hushed by his voice as he stepped closer.

Something about meeting an ex after years of being apart can feel awkward, but for you it felt like time never passed. The evil inherently toxic nature of Juyeon was always drawing no matter how much you told yourself no, it was addicting.. those feelings of spite, anger, envy were all things that buried that burning feeling of love.

As he looked at you under the moonlight you’d been reminded of the way his eyes softened, the way that the cold words he choses were always ways of communicating that he cared. He didn’t enjoy that he’d corrupted your life, he thought he was saving you. If you couldn’t bare the weight of your world he would take you into his, he didn’t want to ruin your life.. He’d risk his life for you, since he knew his was a lot less “valuable”, which you continuously told him back then wasn’t true.

“Maybe I do but remember, you wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for me y/n and I told you not to fall in love with me.” He shook his head, looking down at you, tracing his finger across your jaw, bringing back all those feelings of safety you once felt. “There’s nothing left for you but me. Everyone else is gone. It’s always been that way and you know that.”

Unfortunately he was right.

TBC.

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theunholyrogue · 1 year ago

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if time could stop (REWRITTEN!) (bayv! x gn reader)

haiiii! I'm back for now! :D SO SORRY for the people that I left hanging on my post, if time could stop, especially with HAVING NOT COMPLETED AN ENDING FOR DONNIE AND MIKEY. I feel like rushed it and didn't give myself much room to work with in terms of an ending... so I rewrote the entire thing and have ENDINGS for all of the boys!

Enjoy. SorryNotSorry. Inspo from Ty-Chou

TW: You die, blood/dying description, sadness and angst.

ending.leonardo

ending.donatello

ending.raphael

ending.michelangelo

Life had never seemed fair for the turtles, especially when they compared themselves to the humans living above the surface of the sewers – a pleasure that the four had never and would never be able to enjoy. Even if they had saved the world countless times over, they knew that they would never be accepted by those above without constant judgment or the fear others would express, repulsed by the simple fact that, well, they weren’t human.

So when the turtles met April O’Neil, Casey Jones, Vern Finwicke, and you– the four of you accepting the brothers with little to no hesitation and practically becoming a family, life felt closer to the outside world for them. Although Vern wasn’t in the picture much, April, Casey, and you all spent most of your time with the turtles whenever April and Casey weren’t at work and you weren’t in school.

After the Krang attack and attempt to bring the Technodrome through from their dimension, intergalactic invasion and the foot clan had seemed to calm down on causing mass chaos to the United States, specifically New York. Things had actually been slow for once aside from petty crimes, nothing to spectacular that should draw the turtle’s attention to the surface, yet they did so to keep from dying of utter boredom.

And as suddenly as the city that never sleeps seemed to calm down, one year after the Krang invasion, chaos ensued once again within the busy streets and flashing billboards.

It had happened – of all days. That day was a special day, a day you had been so desperate to ignore. It worked perfectly too– nobody had paid you anymore mind that what you normally received from your school day and afterschool job. But, after you had gotten off of work and made your way through the abandoned subway station in order to get to the turtle’s lair– a path you were well familiar to– it all hit you.

“Happy birthday!” The turtles, Splinter, April, and Casey all screamed as you entered the lair.

“Guys!” You retorted, earlobes and cheeks burning hot at the embarrassment of the attention being on you. “I said not to do this!”

“We know, we just don’t care what you want,” Raphael replies with a sheepish grin on his features as he walks up to you and throws an arm around your shoulders, tugging you closer.

“You threw us a birthday party, this is the least we could do! Do you like it?” Michelangelo asked with an excited expression, bouncing up and down before Donatello placed his palm on top of his brother’s head, getting him to stop.

You smiled, taking in their efforts with a small pang of happiness in your chest. “Of course I do. Thank you.”

“Great! Let’s eat cake,” April exclaimed as she walked over to the kitchen, with the rest of the bunch following behind. Raphael nudged you in front of the cake that Michelangelo and Casey had made, your favorite kind. As you glanced around the room, the group started singing the classic tune of ‘Happy Birthday’ to you, causing you further embarrassment.

Blowing out the flame on the candles and proceeding to dig in, roughly five minutes had passed before Donatello’s monitors went off with alarms and CCTV footage of the streets of New York City. Just about everyone’s heart dropped into their stomach at the sudden noises and footage they saw, running over to get a closer look at the situation.

Police monitors were in a frenzy, screaming and crying from the civilians were caught on the CCTV camera footage, with several dozen foot soldiers marching down the streets, guarding their leader, The Shredder within their groups. They took down any and every civilian that staggered behind and left no room for mercy.

“Oh my–” Leonardo uttered, unsure of how he would possibly go about this situation.

With the only thing that he could possibly muster, the four turtles loaded onto the truck while you, Casey, and April found your way to Casey’s car. The plan was to plow through as many soldiers that you could and get to the Shredder before he do anymore damage and cause more death.

Yet, that plan only worked so well until the Foot managed to knock them off course with their own armored vehicles, causing you all to come face to face with the Shredder and the rest of his army that remained standing. You, Casey, and April did what you could to keep the remaining soldiers off of the turtles as they fough the Shredder, but everything moved too fast and within only a few moments did the incident happen.

It was a moment of miscalculation for the turtles, having played the dangerous game of assumptions and attempting to predict their enemies next move– assuming that he would move to strike one of the brothers. But as his quick movements reflected a different movement that opposed the turtles retreat backwards– set them back as they watched him run at April O’Neil.

You had behind closer to April and noticed the Shredder’s fast paced sprint towards her, your eyes widening and your fight-or-flight kicking in to save your best friend.

“April!” You screamed, pushing yourself off with your feet as you moved towards her. That moment suddenly moved in slow motion, your body slowly rushing at the female as Shredder’s blades emerged from his hands, aiming to strike. April’s head and body turned, her eyes opening slowly to a shocked expression as you reached out and shoved her backwards, his blades striking the side of your chest and abdomen rather than April’s back.

As April fell backwards and your body suddenly stopped, impaled by the Shredder’s blades, all you could do was cough; blood sputtering out and dripping down your chin. The sounds of the turtles and April screaming your name became a distant echo as the Shredder retracted his blades from your side and allowed you to drop to your knees.

April pushed herself up to catch you as your body fell forward, her hand pushing your hair out of your face and instinctively moving to put pressure against your side– causing no aid with the five actively bleeding wounds. You felt your lungs fill up with blood, collapsed from the puncture that the Shredder had done, and all you could do was cough the blood up.

“No, no, no, no!” The turtles screamed as they tried to fight the Shredder off and get you help. Their attempts were in vain as the Shredder managed to escape far too late to save you. Donatello and Leonardo were at your side, assessing the wounds as they kneeled in your sputum.

Everyone looked to Donatello, who grimly shook his head, his eyes casting a glance down at you. He had felt for a pulse, finding none as your body became limp. You were gone, you were gone because they had tried to predict their opponents movements. They couldn’t… He couldn’t save you, he didn’t save you…

And you were gone because of it.

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“Today is the anniversary,” April spoke softly, sitting at the island with a dull look on her features.

Five years had passed since that night. Five birthdays had passed, ultimately becoming a grim reminder of what had happened, of the gut-wrenching pain the turtles, April, and Casey had experienced.

Today was the fifth anniversary of your death, along with it being five years since the Shredder had managed to take over the state of New York and multiple states within the region, his army ever growing by the minute. They had suffered many losses in those five long years, Splinter and Vern included. They did minimal work above the surface to keep their area safe, but nothing compared to what Donatello had been doing within the sewers. He had worked countless hours to build a time machine in order to take them back five years and give them another chance to take down the Shredder before he had a chance to take over and build a mass army of destruction.

“It’s done.”

The tech-genius stated, bringing the attention away from the pain of the day and give them some sort of hope.

The six of them looked upon Donatello’s invention, a giant, circular, metal frame that sat up parallel against the wall of the lab, along with a station next to it for Casey and April to monitor their vitals and if the portal started to go haywire, which would give them time to return and not leave them stuck in the past.

“And when can we use it?” Raphael asked.

“Now.” Donatello replied.

“Great, we need a plan.” Leonardo stated.

“Then make a plan.” Raphael scoffed.

“Hey,” Michelangelo muttered, “Let’s not do this. Now isn’t the time to do that.”

“Do what?” Leonardo and Raphael spoke in unison.

“Drown in our sorrows and have attitudes. We need to take down the Shredder and maybe…” Donatello responded.

The four brothers went quiet. “Yeah. Okay…” Raphael responded. “Sorry.”

“Let’s do this.”

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deliciouskeys · 1 year ago

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@cozycornerkinktober ‘s prompt #29: Sex doll

Cloth Mother (Homelander, pre-canon, lab days)

Warnings: Um. Underage person discovers masturbation. No sexual abuse, but general Vought abuse of human rights warning. Agalmatophilia. I was going to finally skip a day of Kinktober, and then I didn’t, cause, OCD. But probably skipping tomorrow. AO3 link

After John kills his second tutor in a very similar fashion to the one two years prior, something had to be done.

“We’re training him and teaching him all manner of things, except how to touch people without hurting them apparently. We need to fix it before it gets any worse. Vought wants him to give firm handshakes, not take senators' hands off. We need formal training put in place here.” Vogelbaum looks around at his staff, expecting suggestions from the more enterprising members of his team.

The medical team all look askance, apparently only dreading where the unlucky volunteers would be recruited from to run this training.

Vogelbaum rolls his eyes. “No, we’re not going to have any more casualties in that room. It’s not good for anybody,” he adds. “John’s been traumatized every time, not to mention it’s a huge headache for the company.”

He looks at the CCTV and sees John still sitting on his bed, hugging his legs and rocking ever so slightly. It’s these kinds of repetitious behaviors that worry Vogelbaum. The child starts to engage in them when stressed, but it’s maladaptive, and more importantly, it won’t look good if it persists into adulthood. The executive team will scrap the entire project if they can’t obscure the fact that John’s been raised in an unorthodox environment. Of course, Vogelbaum sometimes wonders what scrapping would mean in this case. John is already twelve, and a formidable force, who stays in the room out of obedience. He could probably break his way out with his fists if he was motivated to. How do you scrap a project that is a human being whom there is no known way to kill? He watches John on the cam screen, faintly hears the child mumbling something to himself, another bad habit in the making, but Vogelbaum smiles. He just needs to tweak all of this, nip it in the bud. He needs John to please everyone on the board, and be allowed out to be free once he’s of age. He’s not his son, but it still feels like someone he’s been raising. Probably with more attention than his own children at home, if he’s honest. He’s personally invested in this one, and they’re not going to just scrap him, dammit.

~~~

“Good morning John, you awake?” Dr. Weiss asks over the intercom. Vogelbaum watches the cam as John turns over under his bedcovers and shakes his head, listening to the laughter over the intercom and smiling at having a joke succeed with the adults. He sits up abruptly when he hears that they have something new to show him. Maybe the monotony is getting to him, but he’s always very excited at the prospect of anything new being introduced to his room.

He watches as the orderlies wheel in an unassuming looking female mannequin, mostly a torso, sporting neither a head nor any legs below the knees, just a uniform beige color, made of what appears to be stiff foam, with approximately as much give as human skin and flesh. Must have picked it up cheap at some local mall, Vogelbaum sighs with disdain. But perhaps the less human resemblance the better, for the time being.

“Is that a statue of a lady?” John asks hesitantly, tilting his head.

“Not exactly. She’s the Hug-Trainer,” Dr. Weiss announces in a voice Vogelbaum finds a little too patronizing—John is twelve, not six. “I rigged her up so if you squeeze her gently, she won’t make a sound, but if you’re rough and squeeze too hard…” Dr. Weiss lets out a straining sound as he demonstrates, and the mannequin emits an annoying high pitched alarm. John claps his hands to his ears, even though Vogelbaum is fairly certain that despite his exquisite hearing ability, his cilia should be more resistant to any damage from deafening noise than anyone else’s.

“I have to train to hug her correctly?” John verifies.

“Yes, we expect you to be an expert hugger in no time,” Dr. Weiss continues to use the same grating voice, like he’s hosting a kid’s TV show. Vogelbaum’s hand pulls down his face in impatience, but John seems to be impressed at least, eyes wide.

John doesn’t bother to change out of his pajamas and goes straight to the mannequin standing in the middle of his room. It’s perched on a metal pole on wheels, and there are wires that run out of the torso and plug into the wall. Not a very elegant design, but Vogelbaum won’t complain when they’ve MacGyvered the thing to order in less than 24 hours.

John looks up at it, and he seems a little intimidated. The way it’s set up, John’s head is about at chest height for the hugging dummy. He reaches for it tentatively and hugs the foam body gently, not triggering any alarms. But Vogelbaum knows neither of the tutors were killed instantly. John tends to start out unsure, slow, cautious, and then at some point forgets himself and starts to get overcome by emotion and that’s when the trouble starts. It’s not that different from his earlier years when he couldn’t control his eye lasers adequately, especially if he’d become upset or even mildly irritated.

The alarm goes off, and John startles backwards, releasing his arms immediately. They must have rigged it pretty sensitively. That didn’t look like he was getting particularly rough with the dummy.

“It’s okay. This is for practicing! It’s okay to make mistakes,” Dr. Weiss reassures him.

No it’s not, Vogelbaum grits his teeth. Not when you’re a superhuman capable of such destruction.

~~~

They left the hugging dummy to stay in the room and Vogelbaum sees John practicing quite a lot in his downtime. He masters it quickly, just as Vogelbaum knew he would. Now they just have to wait for muscle memory to cement itself so anyone he embraces will be safe. But something disturbing started to happen at some point over the past week. Vogelbaum ends up reviewing tapes until he pinpoints when it started. They put John under particular strain one day in the other larger testing room, and the session ended with him feeling like he’d failed to hit targets with accuracy while moving through the air. Failure to achieve something was already stressful enough in this boy’s mind and they shouldn’t have pushed him further, but some impatient genius decided to test yet another neurotoxin on him at the end of the session. John’s body handled it, but Vogelbaum can see on the footage that he was fatigued, and on the verge of tears. Vogelbaum follows by watching the footage in John’s sleeping room, and sees him lie face down on the bed, shoulders shaking, probably crying although no sound is picked up by the mics. Then John gets up and walks over to the mannequin, wrapping his arms around it gently, not triggering the alarm, petting his hand against its back, and mumbles something the room’s microphones don’t quite catch either. And that’s when he starts to squeeze harder until he hears the alarm and stops. Then does it again. And again. He squeezes just enough to elicit just a short chirp from the alarm. John ends up doing that for about half an hour, and Vogelbaum is once again worried if confinement indoors and alone is going to manifest as these bizarre coping behaviors and fixations.

So that’s how it started. But John seems to have made a much more elaborate game of it every day since. And there’s added behaviors. He makes little noises to go along with the mannequin’s plaintive sounding chirps. He rubs his face into the mannequin’s chest. They’re stylized breasts, relatively small and nondescript lumps in the foam, but Vogelbaum still thinks this isn’t appropriate. And sometimes he walks around the room, dragging the mannequin around with him, talking to it.

“This is where I live. I don’t get so many visitors here. That’s my bed. And that’s my desk. And here’s the toilet, and here’s the door where people can come in, or they can give me stuff through the slot without coming in.”

It’s mundane, boring banter, but Vogelbaum wonders if he’s missing interactions with other children for proper development.

He starts to eat all his meals standing next to the mannequin, phantom offering it spoonfuls of whatever they served him that day before having it himself. Vogelbaum resolves to have the thing removed from the room by the end of the week.

~~~

There’s a panicked voice over the intercom at 10pm, after lights out. “Dr. Vogelbaum! Please advise on how to handle this situation with the subject!”

Vogelbaum hasn’t gone home yet. He lifts his head from his notes to look at the nightvision cam in his office. He gets up woodenly and walks down to the labs floor.

“Dr. Vogel-”

“Who taught him this? Who showed this to him?”

Everyone is silent.

“No one? Not even as a joke? Maybe some movie?”

A nightshift orderly whose name Vogelbaum doesn’t remember has the gall to say “He might have figured it out on his own?”

Vogelbaum puts up a hand to shush everyone. “I’ll handle this.” And he flicks the button for the intercom into John’s room to say “John I’m coming in” just before opening the door and flicking on the light with the switch outside the room.

John is sprawled in bed, the mannequin, metal stand and all, is tilted on its side, laid out on the bed next to him, facing him. He’s got one leg wrapped around the truncated thighs, and he’s humping the foam torso quite vigorously, triggering the alarm briefly with each thrust of his hips, and shaking the entire bed. Vogelbaum was hoping John would stop his motions as soon as he’s in the room, but John just looks over at him, not even guilty.

“John, stop that at once!” Vogelbaum says sternly. John blinks at him with a dazed, downright stupid facial expression. His cheeks are red but he’s not blushing. It’s effort. He’s panting. Vogelbaum just thanks the stars that at least his pajamas are still on.

John does obey and instantly comes to a halt, but now slowly grinds his crotch against the mannequin. “It’s heavy,” he laments.

“What’s heavy,” Vogelbaum asks with some irritation.

John touches himself through his pants. “It’s swollen and heavy, and it gets like that when I’m with her.”

“You mean this hug training mannequin?” Vogelbaum sits down on the bed, deciding that not overreacting to this behavior is key, but finding his tone wavering. “That’s not a person. Don’t call it a she.”

John looks sad and shifts uncomfortably. “When I’m near it I want to touch her- touch it all the time.”

Vogelbaum shakes his head. “That’s not appropriate.”

John’s eyes are glistening, and he squirms his legs. “What’s wrong with my…” he hesitates, knowing it’s a word Vogelbaum hasn’t used much if at all. “My thingy.”

“Just say penis.”

“Yes, that. What’s wrong with it? It’s so swollen and all I want to do is to rub it against her. I mean, it.”

Vogelbaum stands up and takes the mannequin to stand upright again, noting John’s bereft gaze following it, and then covers John up with the sheet and bedspread. “When that happens, you ignore it and it will go away. The more you touch it, the more you’ll want to touch it. And it’s very rude in public.”

“What about private?” John asks, but his voice is smaller and smaller, as he senses from Vogelbaum’s withering gaze that this is not a favorite topic of conversation.

“Don’t do it in private either. It’s not good for you. All the staff watching out for you, they were worried tonight.”

John’s eyes get rounder and Vogelbaum regrets escalating the stakes. “Is it dangerous? Can I… kill someone like that or something?”

“Yes,” Vogelbaum says tersely, very eager to end the conversation. “Yes you certainly can, if you’re not careful.”

John looks stunned and starts rubbing his legs against each other until he remembers himself and stops. But when he sees Vogelbaum unplug and wheel out the mannequin he falls into despair.

“Wait, please don’t take her! I promise I won’t put her in bed with me ever again!”

“You don’t need this anymore, you’ve learned everything this was supposed to teach you,” Vogelbaum says dismissively over his shoulder as he wheels it out the door and shuts it behind him.

And then some, he thinks as he watches John on the monitors, curled up in a fetal position and weeping quietly. He’s under the covers, but there’s definitely some kind of motion his hand is doing near his crotch. This child just doesn’t listen sometimes.

#cozy corner kinktober #homelander #bb homelander #Homelander’s disturbing past #the boys #the boys tv #fic #mystuff

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maxwell-mtv · 2 years ago

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I'm drunk, tired, and ready to produce content. Take some Morris x [G/N]Shoplifter!Reader HCs because fuck capitalism

Morris didn't think he'd ever see the day in a small, supportive town like Pelican Town where he'd need to deal with a shoplifter

Of course occasionally Sam would swipe some small things here or there, but whether or not he realized Morris would always take it out of the man's paycheck

So when he saw the new farmer from down the way hastily looking around while shoving canned sludge into their backpack, he was a little alarmed

"Can't they just eat the crops they're growing? Or go fishing? Heck, there's even random food they could forage for themselves."

For whatever reason, though, there you were, on CCTV, stealing from a poor, helpless multi-million corporation

Morris's initial reaction was to confront you and kick you out

But then he took a moment

First and foremost, Joja protocol strictly stated that a manager could only take action after the thief surpassed a certain amount of cash value for the items stolen

Secondly, Morris took pause at the oddity of the situation

Why was the farmer doing this???

Staging himself at the exits, he eagerly stopped the farmer as they were leaving, seemingly empty-handed

"Ah, (Y/N), right? Did you find everything you were looking for today?" He says with his best customer-service smile

"Uh, yeah, just need to go home and check on things before I come back and-"

"Are you alright, (Y/N)? You're looking a little flush in the face..." Morris cuts you off, intending to make you squirm, only to realize you really did look rather feverish

"Oh, um, sorta, I just haven't been feeling the best. I guess I've exhausted myself in the fields, it takes a lot of work and time to grow good-quality crops, you know?" You anxiously eyed the door.

"I see..." Morris straightens his posture before clearing his throat. "Well, you know if you ever need any cold supplies or medication Joja is always the superior brand!"

"Thanks, Morris, but I don't exactly have the best budget for that sort of stuff, I can barely afford... uh nevermind, I should get going. I'm sure you're a busy man and I need to go home." You continue to eye the exits, shifting your feet so you continue towards them.

"I see, well, have a Joja-tastic day, (Y/N), and remember, at Joja we care..." Morris says a stock phrase pushed onto him by corporate. Watching you leave, his brows furrow in conflicted thought.

Running home, you manage to stash away your loot before collapsing on the floor of your home.

Waking sometime later to the sound of a strict knocking at your door, you rise from the splintered floorboards. Feeling groggy and gross

Hesitating, you approach the door and crack it open, only to see no one but a single gift basket, plastic wrapped and slathered with branding

Picking it up, you see the many soup cans and medical supplies inside, even including a blanket and reusable ice-pack. All of which, are Joja brand, of course. Plucking the strange card sloppily taped to the top, you read what looks to be someone's attempt at some neat hand writing...

"Dear Pelican Town Resident,

The health of all of our communities is very important to us. That is why we are gifting wellness baskets to every one of our local residents. Please enjoy these complimentary supplies, as provided by Joja Corp.

Signed,

Morris, Joja Customer Satisfaction Representative"

As you closed the door, Morris finally broke his silence to catch his breath against the side of your tiny house

Making sure to peek that you'd actually grabbed the basket, he snuck his way back to Joja Mart, just in time for closing

#morris stardew valley #stardew valley #stv x reader #Morris x reader #Farmer! Reader #Maxwell_MTV

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manyothermusingsofmine · 3 months ago

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Under Pressure || Chapter 3/3

Prev: Chapter 2 Start: Chapter 1 Fandom: Xmen Warnings: none that I can think of. Wordcount: 4648 Summary: removal of repression collar first dealing with the tying of loose ends surrounding some confessions later AN: fun fact did you know white manual fire alarm buttons specifically do not alert emergency forces from what poking around google told me? ------------------------------------------------

Miranda slipped out of the room as soon as Kurt let her go, while he waited right by the entrance of the room to move out as soon as the lights would go off, genuinely being awed by how seamlessly she plastered a nonchalant attitude onto herself as she walked down the hallway completely visible. Never in his life had he imagined it would be so easy for her to hide in plain sight like that, by just acting like she was part of the crowd that was supposed to be there, and yet she did it effortlessly.

She made her way back to the control room, throwing a quick glance to a clock on the wall letting her know she had forty minutes left until the two in here came back from their lunch; and her heart sank a little as she realised that when the lights went off everyone would probably come running to the control room. At least, that's what she would do if she actually worked here and the lights suddenly went off. It wasn't a problem for her, but she couldn't lead Kurt into an ambush like that.

Looking at the control panels first and half cursing to herself that of course the damn things wouldn't be labelled, trying to figure out if it was the buttons or the handles that would control the electricity, and looking around to figure out something that wouldn't lead Kurt directly into a dead end- her eye suddenly falling on the white manual fire call point behind one of the few metal shelfs the place had where she could only assume they stored the tapes for the CCTV. Well, she had no plan B, but she did have a Plan C for utter emergencies like this. In which the C stood for "Chaos."

In one fell swoop she hit the box hard enough to shatter the glass and press the button underneath, deciding in a split second to bet the handles near her controlled the lights and flicking all five in a row off as fast as she could. Luck was apparently on her side as all the lights clicked off, while the evacuation alarm blared loud. Kurt left the room as fast as he could the moment the lights went off, flinching for a second as the alarm went off while also very clearly hearing the unmistakable "click" of the emergency doors unlocking; the slight green glow of the exit signs near them the only light that was left. It had caused absolute mayhem within the building, the people in it scattering with little regard for each other and he easily avoided collision with them as he saw them coming a mile away. Going as fast as he could to the control room where she had told him she would be, he saw her silently slip out of the door and softly close it behind her, immediately wrapping his tail around her waist and yanking her along to the nearest emergency exit. He couldn't teleport sure, but he was still fast, strong and could see exactly where he was going, easily tossing her over his shoulder to make his way up the emergency stairs in between the actual stairs so no one taking the same exit could figure out where they were. Well, that worked right until the moment he flung the both of them out of the exit door, a few people going their way immediately noticing that something was up. "Hey-" A feral roar came from their side, the few employees at the door instinctively drawing back as someone used all their strength to shove the door shut and placed themself against it as the people within started freaking out about not being able to leave a place that was potentially on fire. Glowing yellow eyes met equally glowing orange ones as Vivian braced herself against the door with a loud hiss. "Go!" she yelled at him, to which he tail-grabbed Miranda by her waist once more and ran off. Vivian scattered in a different direction, a few people on her trail as soon as she stopped blocking the door while a couple of others went after Kurt and Miranda- Most of them were far more concerned about getting the hell out of dodge of a building supposedly on fire than they were about chasing barely a handful of mutants running in different directions. He really wished he could teleport right now, the footsteps behind him fast approaching to where he wasn't sure he could keep outrunning them. Kurt looked around, taking a hard turn into some branching off alleys and diving behind a big dumpster to try and hide in the shadow it provided. Miranda's instincts kicked in, and with how she was clutching onto him her invisibility yanked him under the cloak as well to try and protect him. He felt how she pressed herself closer, all of her focus on him to keep him hidden with her. He tightened his grip on her, his tail instinctively wrapping a little tighter around her as he heard footsteps approach. He was praying with all his might that Miranda's power would hold on, buy them some more time, and that the guard wouldn't look their way. Someone called for the guard going their way, assuring that the two mutants they were after went east actually, and the same footsteps started to go in the direction they had come from. It was only after a few moments of silence that Miranda's resolve gave out, desperately trying to catch her breath as they both popped back into view. "We have to get out of here," she said upset and exhausted from the hiding feat, while Kurt got back up and tried to ignore the weird static electric feeling from the collar. Out of here and to someone who would get this damn thing off him before it started to try and repress other things about him as he could already feel that static energy lap at the corners of his vision. Supporting her by pulling her arm over his shoulder, he made his way further down the alley they had hidden in. He just had to get them home.

"Hey," Gambit said as he joined Myst and Krysalis as the two were outside of the mansion chatting about something, "have either of you seen Kurt? He was supposed to be back home twenty minutes ago.” "No," Krysalis, or K as they went by responded, with Myst emphasizing it by shaking his head, "now that you mention it, Drifting was supposed to meet me right about-" "A little help?! Now?!" All three mutants flinched at the sudden and desperate cry for help, followed by the sound of the gate at the front being aggressively swung open. Through his portal ability Myst was at their side in an instant, instinctively grabbing onto Drifting's arm to help steady her. Gambit and K followed suit, with K temporarily changing the shape of their legs to be longer and keep up with Gambit's much larger strides. He grabbed onto Kurt, immediately concerned when- "What happened?! Why are you collared?!" "Just get it off me!" he couldn't remember the last time Kurt had sounded so sharp in his panic and desperation, checking the back half of the collar only to stop before he hit anything. Gambit immediately retracted his hand upon seeing how the design had changed, having no idea what tinkering with something like that would entail. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt a friend because his powers reacted to something in this collar and combusted; and he had to do something before everyone involved started to panic. "You two; get our fifolet here inside and to a bed; she looks like she’s about to drop from exhaustion.” Myst and K nodded in unison, with the former opening a portal to skip a part of the route it would take to get her somewhere where she could rest. After having ushered his friends through, Myst stepped through the portal himself and shut it behind him. “As for you," Gambit said as he picked Kurt up, "I'm taking you to Beast." Thankfully, Beast finally seemed to have either the know-how, the bravery, or both to mess with the updated collar. Very carefully twisting and turning on the blinking dials that were on it, his eyes for a moment looked at Kurt who was very clearly holding onto Gambit’s arm for dear life. He couldn’t even blame him, Hank doubted he would be as deceptively calm in the same situation. “You’re going to be alright, mon ami,” Gambit assured, not caring when the grip on his arm started to feel like a vice he wasn’t going to get out of unless Kurt decided to let go, “would you mind telling Gambit what happened, hm? Might take your mind of the tinkering. Can just be the summary if you want” “Heard fighting, decided to check it out; FOH had Vivian cornered. Tried to help her, failed, got caught. I told Miranda to get help if things got dicey like that; she decided she would be the help and… And I got to give her the credit where credit is due; she got in, found me, and caused complete mayhem by ringing the evacuation fire alarm in order to get us out. Vivian helped us on the way out, we scattered, and as soon as I could I got us back home.”

The collar finally opened with a click and Hank took it off. In one tidal wave the sensations of the world around him came back, the energy in him so built up and fed by the adrenalin of the whole situation that he had but a second to let go of Gambit before his teleportation shot him around the room in a way he had little control over. “Oh. Don’t like that,” Gambit muttered, watching as Kurt shot about the room like a bouncing ball thrown at full force, until he stopped somewhere in midair as the energy surge was over as quick as it began. Remy just stuck his arms out to catch Kurt on his descend down, “gotcha.”

“Neither do I. If this ‘updated’ variety corks up our abilities like that until we turn into the mutant equivalent of pressure cookers, then we better figure out a much easier way to disable them than this painstakingly slow process only I seem to want to attempt,” Hank said solemnly, grabbing onto the light fixture to stop it from wobbling as it had been hit in the teleportation surge, “I’m glad you convinced Myst and K to take care of Drifting instead.” “Not like I knew what that collar was going to do so better of not having anyone in a potential surge radius, besides,” Gambit deliberately shrugged causing Kurt to jolt up a little; the teleporter mutant still seeming zoned out by being tossed around the room like a thrown tennis ball, “Still expect our fifolet to barge in any minute.” “I need to make a phone call,” Hank wandered off with little explanation aside from that, but it was reasonable to assume he was going to ask some mechanics expert their opinion about this newly revised collar situation and hopefully figure out how to make it easy for other mutants to unlock it if the need to do so arose. Gambit just looked at Nightcrawler still in his arms.

“Okay, circling back for a moment, first of all, why did you try to help Viper? Secondly, how did Drifting get through all of that, doesn’t her invisibility shut off when she runs scared?”

“Vivian is still a mutant who doesn’t deserve to be in their captivity, and I don’t like the idea of the FOH getting their hands on her venom. Honestly? No idea, but she didn’t even use her invisibility. Miranda just bluffed her way through most of it, I think? I saw her going back to the control room to turn off the lights and apparently ring the alarm, and she walked through the building like an employee who was supposed to be there. She didn’t look out of the ordinary in the slightest.”

“… Clever”

“Ja. I-“ Kurt started, his tone momentarily wobbling in its vulnerability, “I really haven’t been giving her the dues she deserves, have I? I- I run scared for her safety, want her out of harm’s way; all while failing to truly realise that she is so clever and brave and could absolutely help me. I never considered she could be the best back up to ask for; I don’t know what would’ve happened had she gotten all of you instead of coming after me. That chief person was talking about some place where they apparently ship off the mutants they catch; I don’t know if I would’ve even still been there in the facility had Miranda listened to me.”

“Mh, sounds like the X-men have to pay it a visit soon to shut it down,” Gambit said, eyes glowing pink but immediately fading back to their usual red as he saw the complete reluctance on Kurt’s face about it, “’S alright mon ami, you ain’t gotta come along, leave it to me. Take it you wonder where our fifolet is, since it sounds like you two got some things to talk about, non? She’s probably being bullied by K to stay in her bed and get some rest; she had to fully hide you again at some point, hm?”

Kurt nodded, making a mental note to himself that they really had to focus more on that in her training. He knew she was capable of doing it, that wasn’t the problem; the problem was that she couldn’t seem to do it on her own command, it seemingly only happening when she feared for Kurt’s safety and it drained her energy. He let go of Gambit as soon as he felt stable enough to do so, quietly thanking him for his help the moment they got home. Remy just lightly squeezed Kurt’s shoulder in support, listening as his friend told him where this building was. Even if they hadn’t made it personal by taking one of their own, that place still needed to be shut down as soon as possible, so he near immediately left to go and find Scott to set up a plan for such a mission. Kurt left the lab after thanking Hank for his help, only to halt and jump back just a little as Drifting was leaning against the opposite wall; clearly waiting for him to emerge.

“So much for K bullying you to stay in bed.”

“Oh, they did, until I told them I would definitely sleep and they totally didn’t need to watch me like a hawk. But you know better than anyone that I only follow my own stupid plans,” she said with a wry smile, to which Kurt immediately approached her and put a hand on her cheek.

“Stop that. Your plans are not stupid; the one you pulled off out there just to get me was brilliant, actually.”

“Including the part where I almost got us both trapped when I couldn’t get the collar of you, and only thought of how I would lead you directly into an ambush if I only turned off the lights, never mind the fact that for a lot of it I apparently had the divine blessing of God on my side?”

“… Divine blessing of God? Actually; how about the parts where you got in undetected, got yourself disguised, got to where they held me and took out both people in there and the camera? How you walked back out with complete nonchalant confidence when you figured out what to do next, the fact that you got the fire alarm involved….” his voice trailed off as green eyes met yellow ones in silent gratitude. He swore he could tell by the look in her eyes that she had needed to hear that as it was praise her own mind seemed to flat out refuse to offer her.

“…. What happened to your disguise anyway?”

“Kept it. The lady bothering you was rummaging through the locker of Ms. Demoore before getting distracted by having to do an intake on you. And I’m not siccing those FOH bastards on who I think is now an ex-employee who ran off with a mutant,” she took a piece of paper out of her pocket, folding it open and handing it to Kurt. On it were two ladies, one tan with dark hair and the other pale and blonde, their arms around each other. Kurt’s eyes widened a little.

“Chloe? I haven’t seen Chloe in years. If she’s smart, she’s getting both of them- Wait, do you think we should-“

“Warn her she’s with a former FOH? No. Rumor was starting to spread that Sheila “was acting weird” when she started hanging out with Chloe, which sure is a way of saying “finally saw the fucking light,” and got the fuck out of dodge. That’s not our thing to get involved in. If anything, I’ll just consider these clothes a trophy steal,” she said with a shrug and a smile that didn’t convince him she was over the intensity of all this; just falling back on humor to cope. He folded the photo back up, tucking it away in his own pocket before turning his attention back on her. The picture she kept only further proved his point to him. She was smart, brave, kind. She saw things, heard things, made connections some people didn’t see no matter how hard they looked. And she came back for him. She came back to save him.

Silence lingered between them as her gaze dropped to the ground while he lightly touched her lower arm, to which her hand mimicked the gesture and held onto his. That same silence started to fill with tension from words and thoughts unspoken. She knew very well that they had to address the moment where they had both said the same thing, almost in perfect synch, after what was probably the biggest argument they had ever had even if the arguing came mostly from her side. Most of her bravery and courage seemed to have spent itself over the course of the evening; an evening she was sure they had both imagined to go a lot different than where they had ended up. All she had left to offer was the vulnerable, scary truth and the plan she had set out with to begin with. Despite that he had said it in near unison with her, a voice in the back of her head still whispered that she shouldn’t, that she should keep things where they were now so he could call it off whenever he wanted to- And for once in her life, she told that part of her mind to shut the fuck up and let her take the leap of faith.

Faith. He had asked her what she had meant with the divine blessing, before. “I had no one else to ask for help, so,” she muttered, looking up in much the same way she had back in the FOH building with him following her gaze to the ceiling, “I asked Him to either give me any divine intervention he could spare or failing that, as an agnostic like me shouldn’t really be begging Him for anything, to keep you safe. It was the only thing I could think of.” She met his eyes for just a moment, looking away just as quickly. Her confession tugged on his heartstrings fiercely, the idea that she had been so desperate to keep him safe that she turned to prayer to God evoking a whole wave of emotions in him; from weirdly elated that she had considered it an option, to heartbroken that she had run so scared for him that she felt the need to turn to the divine at all. “I just… couldn’t risk losing you. Run into a building with little planning and no back up, turn to prayer- I’d do everything exactly the same way in less than a heartbeat if it means I keep you safe from harm because, b-because I love you,” she didn’t care that it came out in but a whisper, her heart bracing itself for impact, “And it scares me, Kurt. It’s so much, the feeling so overwhelming, so- nothing like anything I’ve ever felt in my life. You are righteous, you’re beautiful, you’re wonderful, kind, warm, and so sweet and- and you deserve so much better than me. So if, if you don’t feel the same way, if you want to keep this where it’s now, if you want to completely call this off even -“

“Miranda.”

Her eyes flicked back up to meet with the yellow gaze that had gotten so familiar and safe to her, once again showing the warmth and kindness he harbored inside and not even a speck of anything she could interpret as a negative reaction to her whispered confession. “I don’t think I acted all that worthy of all the praise and attributes you have for me there, today,” he said in a soft tone himself, lightly placing his free hand back on her cheek and gently following the line of her cheekbone, “But no, Süße, I don’t want to call this off at all. How could I? You are so smart, brave, capable. On top of that you’re gorgeous, funny, kind hearted and I love you, too.” Her heart simply melted at his response, the sudden feeling of her fear evaporating to his reaction washing over her as tears of pure relief escaped her eyes. He just gently wiped them away, lightly pressing their foreheads together. She didn’t doubt it for a moment longer, letting out a shivering breath before pulling away just enough to shift and bury her face in his shoulder while hugging him tight.

“I guess this also means we have to tell everyone else at some point, but I really don’t want to think about that right now,” she muttered, feeling how he hugged her back, “can you take us to my room? I am exhausted.” She didn’t flinch when he teleported both of them over to her room at her command, but she sure did when they were met with a small cough from a K who had apparently returned sometime after Miranda had left her room. She broke free from the embrace while already realizing there was no way she could play it off as ‘just friends’ kind of hug; not when there was such a romantic undertone to it from the confessions they had given and feelings she couldn’t shake off as fast as she wanted to in order to feign nonchalance about it.

“It’s not what it-“ oh, who was she kidding with that cliché, when they were caught red handed and they were going to know in the near future anyway, “…. Uh, it…. Okay. It’s kind of exactly what it looks like; I got nothing else there. Fuck.”

Kurt couldn’t help but chuckle at it and Kay just smirked, simply amused by the miscalculation they had made for going to her room instead of his, though K would’ve looked there at some point as well had they noticed Miranda mysteriously vanished from her bedroom.

“I knew you were up to something when you were strangely willing to get some sleep, instead of arguing with me that you’re not tired and that you just have to know if he’s okay. Besides-“ they pointed at Kurt a couple of times in their talking, before looking up from the game magazine they were reading, to which Kurt found himself staring in a set of eyes that were an exact copy of his own, “you’re far too obviously enthralled by these; even I could tell that whenever I bring them out.“

“Kay,“ Miranda huffed, pinching the bridge of her nose as her previous plan was rapidly falling apart, “will you just leave and tell no one about this, please? We will tell the others when we’re ready, but we want to be the ones to tell them.”

“Heh, talking in plural already,” the shapeshifter said with a slight smile, “cute. Fine, if you promise to get some actual sleep. Take care of yourself.”

“I will,” Miranda muttered, watching as Kay left but not before they very gently elbowed Kurt on their way out, a knowing smile on their face as they disappeared out the door and closed it behind themself, “well, that could’ve gone a lot better. But that’s at least one of the others and the rest-“

“Tomorrow problem,” Kurt responded, dropping down on the bed and only then feeling how tired he actually was from the whole ordeal. She agreed to his conclusion, crawling onto the bed and flopping down beside him. She thought for a moment, the silence of the room surprisingly peaceful if slightly awkward; she figured the best thing to do was just to try and lighten the mood from all the heaviness of the day with some humor. “You owe me a trip to a certain new cat café, mister.”

“I owe you a date to a certain new cat café, fraulein.” She fumbled, sputtered, her cheeks turning bright red seconds before she flickered out of view as her invisibility decided that hiding her was probably the best course of action at this sudden level of rising emotions. Kurt tried, really tried to not laugh at her reaction, but he couldn’t help it. She was so adorable to him.

“Ach, Miranda, I really wish you could take me along under that veil of invisibility more easily. And, since I feel like you’ve never been properly asked this before; will you go on a date with me?”

“J-Ja, natuurlijk,” she replied, the words so close to his native tongue as their respective languages were neighbouring each other that he didn’t even need to ask what it meant. She came back into view, slowly sitting back up and looking at him lounging on the bed for a while as the cogs in her head started turning once more. Despite the fire in her cheeks still painting them red, a very slight smirk curled around her lips as she suddenly thought of something, laying back down while turning on her side to face him

“You know, I was thinking.. I do have one more way, albeit less effective way of hiding you from view.”

“And what would that be?”

“Allow me to kiss you and I’ll show.”

“You’re allowed,” he said with a soft laugh and a slight roll of his eyes, though quite taken aback when she rolled over further and claimed his lips in a passionate kiss, the thick strands of her long wine red hair flowing down like a curtain that she did in fact hide him behind. He couldn’t help but chuckle into the kiss, before matching her level of passion; letting her decide when the moment was over. She broke away just enough to still hide him behind her hair while being able to look into the deep swirling pools of yellows, oranges and ambers that were his eyes; easily getting lost in them. She had to shut her own to break the near trance he could seemingly bring her into, lowering herself and nestling onto his chest. Familiar arms and tail wrapped around her as he kissed the top of her head, and like she had done so many times before she fell asleep in his protective embrace while listening to the steady beat of his heart and the soft, soothing purr in his chest.

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a-temple-in-unpeopled-land · 2 years ago

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Baths

Now the thoughts are slow like the speed of a pen rather than the speed of a thought. Not every sentence needs to be completed so let’s begin there.

A thought to present the bath as a setting, knowing that’s where I want to be having these reflections, but I’d always eventually tell you that I’m sitting at a desk just now and the bathtub in question is thirty-seven miles away in an apartment I’ll only have access to for another handful of weeks. That apartment and the matter of the bathtub are not part of this story. Not now.

Thoughts I hadn’t recorded that occurred to me when I truly wanted to see the end of thinking. The overheating of my body in essential oils; not being the first one to think of a bath as a soup of self, this being of course related to the willingness to divulge the inner narrative as inside becomes outside through perspiring pores, tear ducts, and orifices which must become plumb with water (but to what degree? I’m not a medical expert). I simply pee in the bath this time with full acceptance. I will take a shower as I drain the tub, standing shin-deep in the residual drainage as new water rains onto me from above. I can’t live with my life at any time but I would not accept to smell like lavender and hot piss after what is meant to be a cleansing act. Life is meant to be either a comedy or a tragedy.

So much easier to get lost in the jumbled mind of a phone than to follow any task to completion. What were we talking about? I will never reread what has been written. I do remember the tail-end, though, so fair to say you wanted me to veer from hot piss anyway.

I keep social media apps off my home screen so to access them I have to pull up the search bar and type their names. My rationale for this procedure being that the mere labor required to access the medium, the less likely I would be to mindlessly wander in their reaches. I suspect I’ve only increased my daily mental effort by some degree— how many calories are burned to type “Facebook” while sleepwalking?— but whatever, you weren’t keeping track anyway. I assume you’re all online within each new fifteen minute segment of the twenty-four hour cycle and I assume you assume the same thing about me. Some habits exceed shame. Your phone started spitting those data points at you after some uncalled-for update and your inner child felt a pang like the numb thud of another fallen branch from a long-dead tree and you turned that rude notification setting off, as did we all. Or you’re one of those hibernating bears that only register subconsciously the judgement of those occasional banners and have swipe-snoozed them away for the past eight years.

Average screen time: 6 hours

This really isn’t supposed to make you uncomfortable about yourself. I promise, this is a me thing. We don’t have anything in common and you know this well enough to void anything from your eyes and ears which might cause alarm. These are the thoughts of an anxious depressant who has not spoken to more humans in as many years as he has fingers and toes to count them (he has all of the expected numbers of fingers and toes if you were wondering) and the man just told you he pissed in his bath, so please do let go of any concern. This is all of the same nature as a TikTok feed. There may be a labor worker’s body mechanically separated into precise three-inch laminated layers in a land where warehouse regulations aren’t so tight, but the death was filmed on the shittiest CCTV trickled through The Feed on a seven-second loop within our two-hour doomscroll, so again, what were we talking about?

I’d want to know about your memory. What’s your sense of time? That dedicated piece of my brain is charcoal. Smatterings? Remembrances. Reels!— let’s keep the theme. Reels of light and sound for a precious few moments pass before my eyes. I never know if it’s a memory or a dream, or merely a projection I’m developing in the current moment. I see pictures of pictures. Not the memory of my father and I on a swing, smiling, with matching cowboy hats (which I’m sure we never otherwise wore), but a screenshot of the framed picture of that moment we had on a mantel or a table, a memory so poor it took years of passing the image to cast a single likeness in my mind. But there it is, something. Our two faces, the hats, an impression that my father’s face had more dimples then, or deeper ones, and a feeling that dimples in pictures are indicative of true happiness.

I do recall driving out to go hunting with my father. Nothing about the presumable-several days we spent in the field, but just a wheel of guardrail and eclipses of shadows passing through its corrugation onto my face through the car window, then looking ahead at a straightaway of empty road with long green grasses on either side, and looking back at that turn we’d emerged from, at the tail of the guardrail, and thinking to myself, “I am going to purposefully remember this moment,” before turning my gaze upward to a hill of green on which peaked a slowly turning, wooden, blue windmill. Now why the hell would you want to have spent this time learning about that windmill, the turn, shadows, or guardrails, is a question to which I cannot supply an answer and I apologize for hijacking your attention to that end.

There have been moments where the pores I sweat through become much larger and I diffuse into the bath everything inside, so that were you to intrude, the caspases released into my form would stain your eyes something biliously brown, yellow, and orange, as only the most primary life-sustaining cells commingle for a moment unguarded by structure. I’d simper in my soup while you vomit in the toilet beside me and we’d be as kindred as becoming allows. This scene, I know, is a horrible scene. I never promised I was in a very polished state of mind. Writing as an image can conflate the writer’s true estate. Why did you see words in a line within paragraphs and presume an order within their orderer? But how ugly to begin with preambled apologies for one’s inner state when the audience is here for entertainment. The layers are laminated, remember, just blood within plastic and no spillage. This will not get on you.

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ollieofthebeholder · 1 year ago

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to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest): a TMA fanfic

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Chapter 47: February 2017

The crime scene was photographed, the body shipped off to the coroner—not that that was particularly necessary, but procedure was procedure—and Basira wasn’t answering her phone. Which wasn’t relevant to the case, precisely, but it did put Daisy in a shitty-ass mood as she prepared for her least favorite part of this investigation.

She knew who the killer was, of course. Well. Knew was maybe a strong word for it. But the evidence was good. The night cleaner—not the regular woman, who’d been very emphatic about the fact that Mr. Wright said when he hired me, not the Archives, not Artifact Storage, and not his office, that’s for the day crew, but a new girl who’d been covering her shift because of a wedding or something—had noticed the door ajar and a smear in front of it, and had followed the trail to the Archivist’s office, where she’d found the body and raised the alarm. They had evidence that Sims had stayed late after all his assistants had gone home, and most of the staff on the upper floors as well. They had evidence he’d gone up to that Artifact Storage place with an axe and smashed up a valuable…artifact. If he’d surprised an intruder after heading back to the Archives and fought back, he’d have called the police himself rather than just leaving the body behind. He hadn’t come back to work, either, so he was almost certainly on the run. She didn’t have proof yet, but there was no doubt in her mind that Jonathan Sims had murdered…whoever the unlucky bastard was.

Nobody was looking over her shoulder on this one. No supervision, no guidelines, no partner. Basira wasn’t the only one who hadn’t come back to work after the Brodie case. Two officers who’d filled out their first Section Thirty-One forms were still out on medical leave, the mouse who’d been partnered with Altman had followed Basira’s lead and chucked the force over completely, and six more had quit with more…extreme prejudice, not including one officer who’d been collateral damage when his partner had driven their patrol car at top speed into a brick wall. There was a lot of noise being made in Parliament about policing shortages and better mental health care for the officers remaining, but that was all weak nonsense and didn’t do much to address the current issue, which was that the people they were pulling in were soft, weak-willed cowards who couldn’t stomach what had to be done. Sectioned officers were even scarcer than the regular ones and there wasn’t anyone to spare, so Daisy was on her own.

She liked that, actually. Especially because Sims had run. A part of her liked it when they ran. Full operational discretion meant she got to chase them down, ferret them out, and deal with them on her own. Save the Crown the expense of a drawn-out investigation and trial, just handle it all at once.

And she had him dead to rights, or could spin it that she had. It wasn’t just this dead body. Nobody had seen Rose Zampano since Tuesday either, but the CCTV footage for that evening was mysteriously missing, so it wasn’t without the realm of possibility that Sims had killed her to keep her from identifying the corpse or being able to give evidence he’d done it. With not one, but two dead bodies she could pin on him—maybe more if she played her cards right—nobody would think twice if she said he was dangerous and couldn’t be brought in. He was hers.

She just…needed a lead. One little lead, one little hint of where to find him. Fortunately, she was set up for that.

The office wasn’t cleaned up, as Bouchard had pointed out, but Daisy didn’t care. In the first place, all the relevant crime scene work had been done, so they weren’t messing anything up, but in the second place, she’d found it helped sometimes to get people to tell her what she wanted if she made them a little uncomfortable first. Like forcing them to talk to her while sitting in front of a bloodstained desk.

The door opened, and in came the first of the three people she wanted to interview.

She’d told Bouchard she didn’t care who he sent in first, but she had to admit she was pleased he hadn’t sent Blackwood in yet. A few more minutes wouldn’t make much of a difference to him in coming up with a good story, but it would hopefully make him more nervous and likely to blurt out the truth accidentally, especially if she could spin up the other two first, draw out his nerves. Daisy knew how to play on emotions, and while she wasn’t particularly good at the small-talk thing some of her colleagues did to make suspects relax enough to answer questions, that whole we’re all buddies here bullshit, she could intimidate with the best of them. So it filled her with a sense of satisfaction to see the tall woman with the thick black plait draped over one shoulder come into the office and check briefly at the sight of the mess.

“James, right? Sasha James?” Daisy asked. It wasn’t much of a stretch; there was only one woman down here, go fucking figure, so it would have to be her, but it’d be just Daisy’s luck if the Tim stood for Timberly or some other bullshit name like that.

“That’s right.” James came hesitantly forward and took the seat opposite Daisy. She glanced at something on the desk. “Did you bring the tape with you, or is it one of ours?”

“What?” Daisy frowned, then realized James was looking at the tape recorder. “I’m not using that.”

“It’s running.”

Daisy looked fully at the recorder, and sure enough, it had somehow got turned on. “Want me to leave it running, then?”

James licked her lips. “I’d prefer it if you did, actually.”

“Fine.” There wasn’t a recorder at the station anyway and it wasn’t like anyone was going to listen if there was. She could always leave it here after.

“Okay.” James took a deep breath. “Um, statement of Sasha James, interviewed by Detective Tonner—”

“What are you doing?” Daisy interrupted.

James looked, if anything, more uncomfortable. “Making my statement? Isn’t that what you want?”

“I just want an answer to my question.”

“Oh. I—I thought you’d want…more than that.” James fidgeted slightly. “Your partner did last time.”

“Didn’t know who the killer was last time. This time it’s simpler.” Daisy clenched her jaw. “And…and Basira’s not a police officer anymore.”

James looked genuinely surprised. “You know who did it? Then why are you here?”

Christ, this woman could not possibly be that stupid. Daisy narrowed her eyes. “I still have to find him. Hoping one of you lot know where he is. How long have you known Jonathan Sims?”

“Since he joined the Institute,” James said. “About five years now.”

“Any idea where he could be? Friends, family, places he feels safe?”

James’ eyes widened dramatically. It had to be fake. She did, at least, answer the question without prevaricating. “I don’t know. He’s never really talked about his life outside the Institute. Not to me, anyway.”

“If you had to guess?” Daisy prodded.

James shrugged. “He’s originally from Bournemouth, I think. Mentioned something about it in the summing-up of one of our earliest recordings. Maybe he went back there?”

Daisy didn’t think so, but all she said, noncommittally, was, “Maybe.”

James started to stand, then paused. “Is that all?”

“That’s all. Send in the next one.”

James nodded slowly, then walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. A moment later, it opened again, revealing the man who’d found Gertrude Robinson’s body. If she hadn’t already pegged Sims as the murderer, Daisy would probably have pinned it on him.

“Tim Stoker?” she said, just to confirm.

“Yeah.” Stoker took the seat opposite her and folded his arms over his chest. He looked thoroughly unimpressed.

Daisy gestured at the recorder. “Want me to leave it running?” she asked dryly.

“Up to you.” Stoker didn’t seem particularly concerned.

Daisy snapped the recorder off—she didn’t particularly enjoy being recorded—but before she could even open her mouth, there was a quiet click and she looked over to discover that the tape recorder had turned itself back on.

“Huh.” She narrowed her eyes at Stoker. Had he somehow sleight-of-handed it and turned it back on without her noticing?

Stoker shrugged and rolled his eyes. “Happens a lot around here. Just leave it, I guess.”

“Fine,” Daisy said, suppressing the urge to sigh.

“I guess you want my statement then.”

Jesus, what did these people think she was doing here? Daisy bit back a growl. “I just need anything you know on the possible whereabouts of Jonathan Sims. Anywhere he feels safe, any friends or associates he might turn to?”

“Jon? Feel safe?” Stoker barked out a laugh that didn’t sound particularly amused. “Man’s more paranoid than a long-tailed cat in a rocking chair factory.”

“Friends or associates, then?”

“Don’t know.”

Daisy was beginning to get frustrated. “You’re sure? Nothing that might help me find him? If you’re hiding something out of some sort of loyalty…”

“Look, I’m not the one he’d talk to, all right?” Stoker gestured vaguely. “We get on all right, but I’m not the one he trusts. We talk about work and that’s about it.”

“What about Rose Zampano?” Daisy shot the question out, hoping Stoker would give her something to go on.

He didn’t so much as blink. “What about her?”

“Have you seen her lately?”

“No. But I don’t come in that door usually.”

Daisy gave Stoker an extremely sharp look. “What door do you usually come in?”

Stoker jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “The one that leads directly into the Archives. West side of the building, just off the courtyard there. It only locks from the inside, but Jon’s usually here first and he unlocks it for the rest of us. Saves time, you know?”

“Was it locked when you came in yesterday?”

“No.”

Mentally, Daisy fired off a string of Welsh that would have had her mother washing her mouth out with soap. It had never occurred to her that there was another way in or out of the Archives—Basira always came and went by the front door and she had too. But there was a whole other door leading in, which meant that Gertrude Robinson’s killer could have come in that way. She supposed it meant that whoever had actually killed the old man could have come in that way, too, but she was still bent on it being Sims. At least it would explain how he’d escaped so quickly and cleanly.

She took a deep breath. “All right, you can go.”

Stoker stood. “I’ll send Martin in, then.”

Daisy reckoned she would get the twitchy, jumpy rabbit she had spoken to twice before now, who would come in stammering and making excuses and be really, really easy to push into telling her where Sims was. Instead, Blackwood came into the room with a slow, measured gait and closed the door quietly behind himself, then took a seat and folded his hands in his lap, radiating an aura of patience. His posture was absolutely correct, his face perfectly blank, and he met her eyes steadily and without flinching. It was utterly infuriating, and she wanted to provoke him into an extreme reaction that she could exploit, or hurt him for in a pinch. She could smell his fear, though.

Fear she could work with.

Daisy let her eyes roam over him for a minute, then said abruptly, “I don’t think you killed him.”

Blackwood’s expression never wavered, and his voice was almost eerily calm. “I know you don’t think I killed him.”

“And how do you know that?” Daisy challenged.

“Because if you thought I killed him, you wouldn’t have wasted time coming back to the Institute. You know where I live, you know where to find me outside of work.” Blackwood’s jade-colored eyes glinted slightly in a way Daisy couldn’t quite explain as he regarded her. “And you’ve felt that weird sensation here, too—the sensation of being watched. If you thought I was the killer and you wanted to hunt me down, you’d do it somewhere without witnesses.”

The words, spoken so evenly and without evident fear, infuriated Daisy. It was almost enough to tempt her to look at him as the killer after all, but even knowing about the other door, she probably couldn’t make it stick. He probably had an ironclad alibi. And she didn’t think she could intimidate him into believing she was measuring him out as a suspect, not when he’d so accurately pegged her.

Blackwood was still watching her closely. “So nobody else got hurt, of course.”

“Of course,” Daisy said, voice dripping with sarcasm. She took several deep breaths to stop herself from leaning over the desk and snapping Blackwood’s neck like a twig. “Well then. Since we’re both here…”

“You want my statement.”

“What is it with you people and statements?” Daisy blurted.

Blackwood shrugged. “It’s…kind of what we do here?”

“Yeah, well, it’s not what I do,” Daisy growled. “I’m here to get an answer to my question, and that’s it. Where is Jonathan Sims?”

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not. I haven’t seen him since Tuesday.” Blackwood’s voice cracked, ever so slightly.

Daisy seized on that. Blackwood cared about Sims, that was a weakness she could exploit. “You sure? Everyone says you two are close.”

“We are,” Blackwood agreed. “That’s probably why he didn’t tell me where he was going. I know you don’t believe it, but Jon didn’t murder anybody. He wouldn’t. If he’s running, it’s because he’s scared that whoever did kill that…person, whoever he was…is after him, too.”

“And he didn’t come to you,” Daisy said with malice aforethought. “There’s somewhere he thought would be safer.”

Blackwood, damn him, didn’t even flinch. “He wouldn’t have come to me if he thought someone was chasing him, because he wouldn’t have wanted it to come after me. Or Tim, or Sasha. He’s gone somewhere nobody he knows is, somewhere people don’t know him and won’t get hurt because of him. That’s all I can tell you, and it’s just a guess. I don’t know where he is.”

“Sure he didn’t go to someone he knew before?” Daisy prodded. “Someone not involved in all this?”

“I don’t think he has anybody from before the Institute that he’s close enough to go to. His grandmother died five years ago, and she was his only close family.”

Daisy ground her teeth together. “Any other relatives?”

Blackwood thought for a moment, or seemed to anyway, then shook his head. “I don’t know. I’m sorry. You can ask R—” He actually flinched at that, biting his lip, then corrected, “Um, Elias might be able to tell you who his emergency contact is. I-I assume he has one.”

“You’re not helping him by lying for him, you know,” Daisy growled.

“I’m not lying. Believe me. If I knew where he was, I’d tell you, because I know it’ll be worse for him if you have to h—find him. That’s how it works, right?”

Stung, Daisy said in a deathly cold voice, “Let me tell you how this works, Mr. Blackwood. I’ve got two dead bodies, no partner, and a whole lot of operational discretion to make all of this go away. So either you tell me what I want to know, or I pin it on you.”

“Pin it on me, then.” Blackwood’s voice sharpened to a point that actually drove Daisy back for a moment. “Come up with a reason you think it’s me and not Jon. You’ve probably got just as much evidence against me as you do against him, maybe more. Obviously my friends would lie for me, why should you believe them if they give me an alibi? Take that tape out of that recorder and smash it into a million pieces so it’s your word against mine, and I don’t doubt for a minute you won’t bother leaving me alive to give a word against you. You already know I’m a monster. I’m going to end up on the wrong side of your gun at some point, so why not get it over with now? Even if I did know where Jon was, I’d slit my own fucking throat right here rather than tell you. You know that and I know that, and Basira’s not here to make us play nice.”

“Don’t you fucking say her name,” Daisy snarled.

“You’re not the only one relying on someone else to keep you human!”

The words hung between them like a physical force. Blackwood…actually looked shocked that he’d said them. His eyes widened and his mouth snapped shut. He seemed to be physically holding himself back from saying more. Daisy stared back at him, speechless, torn between incandescent rage and wanting to know what the fuck that was supposed to mean. There was, she told herself, only one monster in this room and it wasn’t her. They both sat, tense and silent.

After almost a full thirty seconds, Blackwood seemed to relax. He looked tired and…haunted. Quietly, he said, “It’s not good for any of us, you know. Outsourcing it like that. We both need to learn how to do it on our own terms or it’s never going to stick. And it’s not fair to them.”

“Get. Out.” Daisy wanted to shout the words, but it was all she could do to spit them out.

Blackwood rose without another word and walked out of the office, shutting it slowly and carefully behind him. Daisy remained where she was, seething and…shaken, more than she was willing to admit. What the fuck had just happened?

Before she really had time to gather herself, Bouchard walked in and seated himself opposite her. He looked remarkably composed, despite the eye patch—a red-orange color today, how many of those fucking things did he have?—and regarded her with a faint air of superiority. “I assume you wish to speak with me also.”

What she wished was for a very stiff drink, and for a much more simple and straightforward hunt than this…bullshit, and for Basira to call her back, and for her to never have to ever deal with the Magnus Institute or the Archives staff again, but if wishes were horses she’d still probably be standing outside the fucking glue factory with an empty bridle. She took a deep breath. “Yes. I don’t want a statement. Just the answers to a couple questions.”

“Of course.”

The next twenty minutes unsettled her much more deeply than the conversation with Blackwood had, and resulted in her slamming her way out of the Archivist’s office so fast she didn’t even stop to see if the assistants were still in the Archives. She didn’t even care about the second door Stoker had mentioned, she just needed to go.

That…that fucking asshole. How the hell had he learned all of that? Nobody knew all of that. Not even Basira. She’d never told Basira about…a lot of things, really. Basira didn’t need to know all that. She didn’t need to get involved. She had no idea how many cases Daisy had found a way to get around working with her on to keep her away from all this bullshit. Two real ones was too many. If Basira hadn’t quit when she had, if she’d kept getting into these goddamned cases, she’d have ended up broken, she’d have ended up trapped, she’d have ended up…

She’d have ended up like you, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Blackwood’s said in the back of her mind.

Daisy screamed. She didn’t even care that she was in the middle of a street in Chelsea in broad daylight and there could be any number of people around, she just screamed. Part of her wanted to do exactly what Blackwood had practically dared her to do, turn around and go back in there and grab him and shove her gun down his fucking mouth. She could justify it. It would be easy.

Instead, she threw herself into her car, slammed her foot on the accelerator, and peeled out of London as fast as she could get the old bucket of rust to go. She needed to get away, to think. A few hours or so in the woods, or somewhere like it, would recharge her, give her a chance to get her head on straight, and then…then she would see. Then she could get back to figuring out where Sims was.

Then she could get back on the hunt.

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not as good a story, but we were walking past a post office in Bristol once when the alarm went off and this bloke came pelting out the door - so on instinct we tried to trip him over, but he tripped us over instead and fled

so there we were lying on the pavement outside the post office, when this older bloke comes sauntering out of the door smiling, sees us and helps us up

so we asked him what was going on and he said (in a dense bristolian accent) "hah, bloke comes up to the window and says he's robbin' us, no weapon and we're behind toughened glass, so I just laughs at him and set off the alarm and he bolted"

anyway no harm done and of course he was on cctv so they got him anyway

Remember if you’re out at a store and someone says “This is a robbery” you can say “no it’s not” and then the robber will leave because theyre a robber and this is no longer a robbery .

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Explore the World of IPCS

IPCS Global began its journey in 2008 as an Automation Service provider, born from a vision to empower individuals and organizations with cutting-edge technological solutions. Over the years, we have evolved and expanded beyond our loftiest expectations, driven by a single goal: to bridge the gap between technical skills and industry requirements. With growth came larger dreams, and today, IPCS stands as a beacon for job aspirants and recruiters seeking a reliable and comprehensive technological solution.

What truly sets IPCS apart from the rest? The answer lies in one word: Improvisation. This simple yet powerful principle is deeply embedded in our DNA. At IPCS, we understand that staying relevant in a rapidly changing world demands constant evolution. Whether it’s technical training, sales strategies, team management, or student support, we ensure that every aspect of our organization keeps pace with the latest advancements.

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SYSTEM

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COURSES DETAILS

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MILCOM’s Security Courses Melbourne is the Best Technical Security Training Courses in Australia

The security environment has become a complex affair in the ongoing global scenario. Contributing to it are the mix of factors ranging from economics, social and irrational thought processes and the behavior of a handful of people. They are present in every society and every country across the world.

People working in commercial offices, industrial zones, government offices, diplomatic missions, public facilities, and residential homes need more vigilance. With a more organized but advanced nature of crimes, conventional security guarding forces are not enough and are not much equipped to prevent unforeseen security crises. They must be supported by a planned technical or security system for a near complete security solution to protect the campus.

Only technical security systems can provide you with real-time monitoring, adequate controls, fast response capabilities, and a much better security sense across entire organizations and their campus. To overcome these challenges, there is a massive requirement for trained manpower well-versed in the various aspects of technical security systems. Because the man behind the machines only matters to initiating appropriate action when the crisis occurs.

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MILCOM organises professional specialised security training and courses to support the security system teams of any organisation or individual. MILCOM’s Security Courses Melbourne is recognised by Government and industry alike. Students passing out technical security training courses receive the best job offers in the trade and industry.

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Technical security system technicians must be trained professionals and work diligently to deliver a quality security service without faulting. The trade demands accountability and professional skills, knowledge, continuous training and professionalism. Technical security usually encompasses the following areas.

Intruder Alarm Systems

CCTV Systems

Access Control Systems

Fire Alarm Systems

Perimeter Protection

Remote monitoring of Mission Critical Infrastructure

Panic Attack Systems

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MILCOM’s security installers course trains the security technician in areas of installation, repair and maintenance of a range of security systems like fire alarms and CCTV cameras. The security technician must keep moving from place to place to attend to inquiries from residential households, governmental offices, institutional campuses, and commercial offices. It is usually a field job.

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MILCOM’s certification program is a government cum industry-recognised initiative by ASIAL to train security technicians with relevant hands-on experience and create a benchmark for technical security training in Australia.

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Attracting skilled and trained workers is the top priority for Australian employers in the electronic security trade. Employers try hard to retain the best resources to stay ahead of the business and help the company grow.

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Cabling practices

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CCTV

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The ASIAL Security Technician Certification program has three levels of recognition:

Level 1 — Certified Security Technician (CST)

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Installing a CCTV system requires a skilled installer and updated subject knowledge. MILCOM extends you the needed training and imparts knowledge to become a qualified CCTV technician. Here are a few essential steps involved in the CCTV installation process, which are as follows.

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MILCOM’s Alarm installer course provides you with the required skills and in-depth knowledge about installing the alarm system, from the sensors to the alarm panel and control pad. You will also have the expertise in maintaining complex alarm systems, including back-to-base monitoring. Alarm installation is a regulated activity in some parts of Australia.

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How the Best CCTV Installation Company in Saudi Arabia Helps Protect Your Business Assets

Due to the current increased rate of technological advancement in the business world, security has become a paramount aspect in most organizations. There are several threats that affect the business people of Saudi Arabia in as much as the security of their properties is concerned and these are theft crimes, vandalism as well as trespass. Thus, having a good, effective and up to date CCTV has become a necessity in order to protect it from these threats. However, all this depends on the company that is deemed best to install CCTV cameras in Saudi Arabia. Here’s how such a company can assist to protect your business assets as well as offering security.

Tailored Security Solutions for Your Business

In particular, the level and type of security requirements vary depending on the business’s size, geographic location, type of performing activity, and a number of other factors. The best CCTV installation companies in Saudi Arabia know this and are able to offer solutions that fit some given needs. They always tour the sites to look for certain threats and develop systems that will give the best coverage.

For instance, a sales firm may need cameras that offer broad angle views of customers, whereas a manufacturing or storage firm might need the cameras that have powerful resolution to gently seize personnel and product movement. Customised solutions help your security strategy to be effective and economical.

Cutting-Edge Technology to Stay Ahead of Threats

There is a considerable increase in the sophistication of CCTV technologies that enhanced the abilities of CCTVs on the market. Many Saudi companies now provide up to date equipment such as High Definition cameras, night vision features, and analytical tools supported by artificial intelligence.

Smart CCTV technologies can track movement and send notifications about suspicious behavior or recognize the individuals and report to your smartphone or security staff. These smart features improve your capacity to manage threats as they arise – reducing the likelihood of losing or damaging assets.

Professional Installation for Maximum Effectiveness

A CCTV system cannot be effective if its hardware is good but not well installed. Top CCTV installation companies in KSA have knowledgeable techs that attend to the positioning of the cameras, ensuring that all targeted areas are well covered with no concealed regions.

Finally, setting up the system also extends to enhancing the performance of the system upon installation by a professional. This includes correct positioning of the cameras in place, correct sowing of the cables and connecting other physical security measures for instance the door access system or alarm installations. To get the best out of your business security system, installation plays a central role in its effectiveness.

Comprehensive Maintenance and Support

Using CCTV involves maintenance so that the system should work properly for some time later. Camera and recording devices may be affected by dust, weather factors, and technical flaws. The best CCTV installation companies in Saudi Arabia also take time to offer maintenance services in case there is a hitch along the way.

Such services include basic services like inspection, washing, updating of software and addressing any emerging issues. Also, the availability of round the clock technical support means all problems are fixed right away and your assets are safeguarded as much as possible.

Enhanced Business Efficiency Through Monitoring

Besides security purposes, the twenty-first-century CCTV systems can be useful to enhance the productivity of the business. From observations made in the course of daily running of the business, one is able to see where the need for improvement is most required. For example, videos can track interaction of employees, highlight common areas for congestion or point at issues with customer relations.

The top CCTV installation companies usually offer analysis tools that are quite beneficial for the business entities in Saudi Arabia. That is why to achieve both the security and optimization of production, it’s even more effective to invest in a high-quality CCTV system.

Compliance with Local Regulations

Saudi Arabia has laid down some rules and regulations for installation and use of surveillance systems to protect privacy. The best CCTV installation companies are aware of these laws and make it their business to assure that your CCTV system is within the letter of the law of your region.

It comes as no surprise that compliance is crucial not only to keep out of legal troubles but also to establish a relationship with customers and employees. It will ensure that paperwork to be done is well done, secure permits and ensure adequate measures to protect data to give you the best feeling.

Remote Access for Added Convenience

Modern CCTV systems come with remote access capabilities, allowing business owners to monitor their premises from anywhere in the world. Leading companies in Saudi Arabia offer systems that are compatible with smartphones, tablets, and laptops, giving you real-time visibility and control over your property.

Remote access is particularly useful for businesses with multiple locations or for owners who frequently travel. It ensures that you stay connected to your business and can respond to security incidents promptly, no matter where you are.

Long-Term Cost Savings

Although the costs of implementing a good CCTV system may be higher in the first instance, the benefits are sweet as they may be cheaper in the long run. Reducing theft, fraud, and vandalism is important at any facility, as it prevents huge financial losses in a short time. Also, most insurance providers provide insurance at lower prices for companies with effective security systems.

When you choose to work with the leading CCTV installation firm in KSA, it is possible to notice that you are achieving the optimum return on investment on security systems in terms of cost for the security hardware and hi-tech equipment.

Expertise in Emerging Trends

The environment in matters security is dynamic whereby issues of security as well as trends are manifested constantly. The best CCTV installation companies are those that periodically update their knowledge and services to match the latest development in the industry. They offer businesses solutions to the new technologies for use in thermal imaging cameras, cloud storage, and compatibility with smart building.

Hence through the acquisition of these advanced solutions you are well positioned to lock out your security future and at the same time outsmart your competitors in what is increasingly becoming a complex field.

Conclusion

Safeguarding your business property is not simply best practices to avoid or minimize incidents; it is best done in order to sustain and further the aims of one’s enterprise. Thus collaborating with the top CCTV installation company in KSA you can develop an effective security solution that targets your requirements, implements modern technology, and provides reliable backup.

In addition to security, these firms offer custom design and installation, maintenance, and adherence, making products obtained from them different from core security measures. Fortunately, with their help, you can protect your valuable assets, improve productivity, and, most importantly, gain the reassurance that helps entrepreneurs concentrate on business development.

Purchasing state-of-art CCTV systems makes good business sense and is the need of the hour, if one wishes to safeguard the future of his company.

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Security Measures At WFECity Commercial Office Space in Dehradun

With regards to office space for rent in dehradun, WFECity stands apart for its lively climate as well as for the vigorous safety efforts that guarantee organizations and their workers a good sense of reassurance consistently. The security of assets, employees, and confidential information is an essential consideration for any business owner. WFECity has taken a number of measures to ensure the highest level of security in its commercial spaces.

1. 24/7 Security Using CCTV Cameras WFECity has a large network of cameras that monitors all of the important areas, like the entrances and exits, parking lots, corridors, elevators, and lobbies. Continuous surveillance is ensured by these cameras’ 24-hour operation. Security personnel are able to quickly review the video feeds if there are any issues because they are stored and accessible.

This surveillance system prevents potential intruders and aids in the prompt identification of suspicious activity, ensuring that businesses can continue to function normally.

2. WFECity uses access control systems to prevent unauthorized entry. Biometric authentication access or secure entry cards are provided to tenants. Workers, clients, and guests are just permitted passage into assigned regions through carefully overseen frameworks that log all developments.

This guarantees that main approved faculty can enter delicate regions, adding to better information insurance and actual security.

3. On-Site Security Personnel WFECity employs well-trained security guards at key points all over the facility. In order to monitor and verify visitor access, guards are stationed at the building entrances, parking areas, and main gates. Additionally, to address any potential safety concerns, the guards regularly patrol the premises.

In addition to the technology-based systems, this human presence provides an additional layer of security.

4. Fire Wellbeing and Crisis Reaction

WFECity focuses on ablaze wellbeing, outfitting all workplaces with fire quenchers, smoke alarms, and sprinklers. In case of a fire or other crisis, the structure has very much checked get away from courses and obviously showed crisis exits. Tenants are made aware of evacuation procedures by regularly holding fire drills.

WFECity has emergency response procedures in place for situations like medical emergencies and natural disasters in addition to fire safety. Tenants can get assistance from the on-site staff, who are trained to work with the local emergency services when necessary.

5. Incorporated Stopping Security

For inhabitants who drive to work, the security of vehicles is fundamental. WFECity provides safe parking lots that are watched by cameras and tended by security guards. RFID cards or QR codes are used to control access to parking zones, reducing the likelihood of unauthorized access.

These safety efforts guarantee the two workers and guests can leave their vehicles without concern.

6. Visitors are registered and visitor passes are issued through a digital visitor management system. Guests should introduce legitimate ID and show the reason for their visit, assisting with keeping up with command over who enters the structure. Businesses within the complex are shielded from unwelcome intruders as a result of this procedure.

7. Evening Security

WFECity keeps up with elevated security during non-business hours, with expanded watches and confined admittance to guarantee that office spaces stay safeguarded in any event, when empty. Tenant assets are protected overnight by a combination of technology, trained guards, and scheduled patrols.

In conclusion, WFECity not only provides businesses looking for office space to rent in Dehradun with a productive and inspiring work environment, but it also provides comprehensive security measures to safeguard employees, assets, and confidential data. WFECity provides business owners with peace of mind by combining surveillance systems, access control, fire safety protocols, and on-site security personnel. WFECity is an excellent location for businesses looking to establish operations in Dehradun due to its advanced security infrastructure.

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Revolutionize Your Career with IPCS Global

IPCS Global, established in 2008 in Kochi, Kerala, is a leading training institute specializing in industrial automation, digital marketing, and other advanced technical fields. Originally starting as an industrial automation company, IPCS expanded its services to provide practical, hands-on training to equip professionals with the skills necessary to thrive in industries like manufacturing, IoT, AI, and more.IPCS has grown into an internationally recognized institute with a presence across India, the UAE, and Saudi Arabia. Thousands of IPCS-trained professionals now hold prestigious positions across the world, making IPCS Global the go-to destination for those seeking to future-proof their careers.

IPCS Global has expanded its footprint with training centers in multiple countries, including India, the UAE, and Saudi Arabia. The institute’s hands-on approach ensures that students gain practical experience through real-world projects, making them industry-ready. It is ISO-certified and collaborates with top universities to provide globally recognized certifications. With a commitment to providing quality training, IPCS has empowered thousands of professionals who now work in leading companies around the world. At IPCS Global, we are dedicated to elevating Kannur’s educational standards by offering a wide range of specialized programs designed to meet the demands of today’s competitive job market

OUR COURSES:

Industrial Automation

IPCS Global is renowned for its expertise in industrial automation, offering a comprehensive curriculum in areas such as PLC, SCADA, BMS, and Robotics. With over a decade of experience, IPCS is trusted by industries across manufacturing, oil & gas, and infrastructure to provide real-world training solutions.

Digital marketing

Python & data science

IPCS Global offers a robust Python & Data Science Course, designed to cater to both beginners and experienced professionals looking to build a career in data science and programming. This course focuses on equipping students with comprehensive knowledge of Python programming, along with the tools and techniques required for data analysis, visualization, and machine learning.

BMS & CCTV

BMS provides comprehensive training on the integration and management of building automation systems, including HVAC (Heating, Ventilation, and Air Conditioning), lighting control, fire alarms, and energy management systems.

The CCTV course is aimed at professionals looking to enhance their skills in surveillance system installation, operation, and maintenance. The program covers:

CCTV Technologies: Learn about the latest CCTV technologies, including IP cameras, analog systems, and network-based solutions.

Installation & Configuration: Practical training on how to install and configure CCTV systems for residential, commercial, and industrial applications.

Remote Monitoring & Security: Understand how to set up remote monitoring systems and ensure data security.

Troubleshooting & Maintenance: Master techniques to troubleshoot common issues and ensure optimal system performance.

Artificial intelligence

It sounds like you're interested in an AI course from IPCS. IPCS offers a range of courses related to AI, including practical training and certifications. Their AI courses often cover topics like machine learning, deep learning, natural language processing, and data science.

Why choose IPCS global?

Offline Training -IPCS Global Offline Training offers hands-on, face-to-face educational programs designed for professionals in the maritime and offshore industries. These comprehensive courses cover areas such as marine engineering, naval architecture, and ship management, combining theoretical knowledge with practical skills.

Corporate training -corporate training is designed to address specific organizational needs, offering flexible scheduling and on-site or virtual options to fit seamlessly into your company's operations.It provides tailored educational solutions for businesses in the maritime and offshore sectors.

In campus Training - offers immersive, on-campus educational programs designed for hands-on learning in maritime and offshore disciplines. These sessions provide practical experience in state-of-the-art facilities, covering topics like marine engineering, naval architecture, and ship management

Online Training - Accessible from anywhere, these courses offer comprehensive coverage of topics such as marine engineering, ship management, and safety protocols.IPCS Global's online training provides a convenient and effective learning experience.

International Training - offers global learners access to specialized maritime and offshore education through international programs.IPCS has a global presence of Students from all over the world.Students from abroad come to our training center for Offline Training, and lots of applicants attend the Online Programs all year round.. Our major International student bases are located across, US, Canada, Nigeria, Kenya, Zimbabwe & many more.

Placement Cell: We consider the placement activities of our students to be among the most crucial areas to manage.IPCS has a specialized Placement Team to assist its students in obtaining employment alone.This dedicated service provides career guidance, resume building, interview preparation, and connects candidates with industry-leading companies.The placement cell aims to match candidates with suitable job opportunities, helping them advance their careers and achieve their professional goals.

OUR PURPOSE

Our ultimate objective is to exceed client expectations and establish ourselves as the leading supplier of automation solutions for a variety of industries. Reach us and experience excellence from crust to core.Focus on equipping professionals with advanced skills, enhancing industry standards, and fostering career growth, thereby driving innovation and excellence in the sector.

LOCATION

IPCS Global's location in Kannur is equipped with modern facilities designed to provide hands-on training and practical learning experiences. Situated in a key area within Kannur, this center offers a conducive environment for both classroom instruction and simulation-based education. It serves as a hub for professionals seeking to advance their skills in the maritime and offshore industries, ensuring access to top-quality training and resources.

Located at their headquarters in Kochi, this area handles all communication needs, including course information, registration, and general assistance. It ensures prompt and efficient responses, facilitating smooth interactions and enhancing overall customer experience…..

In conclusion, IPCS Global Kannur offering a range of specialized training programs designed to meet the evolving needs of the industry. With state-of-the-art facilities and a commitment to excellence, their courses equip professionals with the skills and knowledge necessary for success. Whether through in-person, online, or corporate training, IPCS Global provides unparalleled support and opportunities for career advancement. As they continue to expand across India and beyond, IPCS Global remains dedicated to fostering innovation, enhancing industry standards, and shaping the future of maritime and offshore professions.

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Address: 3rd Floor, Rialto Building, Thana, Kannur, Kerala 670012

Phone: 096453 96641

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