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HOT!Short #5

★: Dylan O'Brien

| Sem enredo, só um boquete ~

P: 870

Sua boca fazia o cacete dele parecer enorme, e isso o fascinava. Sempre que você se ajoelhava, ele ficava tenso inicialmente, tomado pela sensação de que, a qualquer momento, seus lábios poderiam rasgar de tão esticados.

Mas era uma tensão fácil de desarmar, pois a contração da sua garganta era influente demais, fazia qualquer um perder as estribeiras.

A necessidade ensopava os olhos castanhos acima, já os seus transbordavam desde o primeiro reflexo. Sentira a umidade ainda no prelúdio, enquanto a bochecha esfregava no inchaço escondido. Ao ter a glande dilatada pesando na língua e o salgado da porra provocando o paladar, seu ventre agitara-se em ondas nervosas; uma emoção difícil de distinguir tomara as rédeas, seu pau começara a vazar, e lá estava você, todo molhadinho. Era instantâneo.

As coxas de Dylan tremiam, por vezes se fechando ao redor de seus ombros. Somente seu toque delicado nos joelhos dele, abrindo-lhe as pernas, era capaz de afrouxar a prisão muscular. "Ah! Porra!... sim, desse jeito!" aspereza e denguice ditavam a entonação das palavras gemidas. "Deixa ele bem molhado."

Dylan desistiu de tentar se conter e jogou os quadris para cima, estocando em sua cavidade como há tempos a tentação pedia.

Ele assistiu seus lábios inchados se esforçarem para acomodar seu comprimento dolorido, amando a pressão estranguladora de sua garganta o circundando. "Caralho… que boquinha gostosa!" no toque de seu nariz à virilha dele, um longo suspiro escapou da boca vazia.

Atolado por completo no seu poço esponjoso, Dylan abraçou sua cabeça com os antebraços, encurralando suas bochechas entre os bíceps e, novamente, encarcerando seus ombros entre as coxas, em prol de manter a cabeça do pau estagnada naquele ponto profundo da sua garganta.

Três coisas davam vivacidade ao cenário: seu engasgo expelindo gozo e saliva, o pulsar bruto do cacete na sua boca e os arranhões dignos de vergões que você depositava na parte interna das coxas fortes ao seu redor.

Sentindo que gozaria e crendo que bastava, Dylan enfraqueceu as rédeas, permitindo-lhe afastar-se para recuperar o ar.

Ainda que um tanto destruído, você garantiu que cada veia recebesse uma despedida majestosa. Dylan jogou a cabeça para trás, contraiu as pálpebras e lambeu os beiços sob a doutrina da sensação divina que era ter seus lábios macios deslizando para longe da dureza dele, devagar e com pressão.

Você enchia os pulmões com o pau de Dylan pousado em sua cara, saltando e lambuzando seu rosto com fios transparentes ininterruptos.

Permanecendo de olhos fechados, ele puxou um sorriso de canto, apenas imaginando seu estado, porque, caso se permitisse ver, não aguentaria. A realidade, na sua companhia, costumava superar qualquer fantasia.

A caça ao fôlego cravada por Dylan era árdua; acompanhava a sua. O peitoral robusto dele espandia o tecido branco da regata a cada inspiração, esticando a peça até transparecer e evidenciar a cor dos mamilos, que, inchados, te roubavam saliva à distância.

Captando na proeminência rija o calor denso da sua respiração, Dylan não pôde evitar circular a base do pau e guiar a cabecinha para dentro da sua boca entreaberta. "Passa a linguinha na ponta." murmurou rouco, enquanto pressionava o membro para baixo, enchendo, com a glande robusta, a concha moldada por sua língua. "Mostra pra mim como você é bom chupando minha rola… como gosta de me chupar…"

Antes de mover o músculo molhado, você esticou os braços e agarrou a cintura de Dylan, apertando as curvas singelas para ouvi-lo gemer e, por saber onde atiçar, ganhou o mais doce dos sons com o simples.

A manhosidade na voz de Dylan rendeu uma sugada tão forte de sua parte que quase fez a alma dele vazar pela uretra.

Felizmente, era só o orgasmo mais fácil que você já extraiu.

O formigamento característico fez o abdômen dele contrair, e o pau, junto das bolas, tremulavam. "Isso!… filho da… ah! Cacete!" Dylan engoliu a seco, inchou o pomo-de-adão e separou os lábios para liberar uma unidade de 'A' que se esticou até o duvidável.

Com os olhos revirados, ele finalmente disparou na sua garganta, esporrando jatos quentes e grossos, tremendo enquanto transbordava. O calor do seu interior e da sequência abundante que ele liberava o permitiam alcançar um auge quase alucinógeno, tão potente que, independentemente de estar exaurido, o deixava doido para foder, e foi como sucedeu; Dylan moveu o quadril e tomou ritmo de prontidão, metendo somente a ponta, rápido e errático, batendo contra a lateral interna da sua bochecha, sentindo a área esponjosa esticar e protuberar no exterior com o formato exato da glande.

Tudo isso enquanto gozava e gemia sem parar.

Quando o frenesi cessou, você lentamente abandonou aquele cacete que ainda solavancava em êxtase — lábios na ponta e bochechas inchadas devido a carga leitosa.

"Engole tudinho." Dylan sussurou enquanto normalizava a respiração, hipnotizando você com o sobe e desce do peitoral. "Isso…" usando a junta do indicador, fez regressar um rastro branco que escorria do canto de sua boca, quase gemendo a palavra ao testemunhar sua garganta trabalhando para levar toda a carga que ele bombeou dentro de você. "Agora sobe." bateu nas próprias coxas, te chamando para o colo dele. "Quero te beijar."

Ele queria se sentir em você.

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Return, to the Scene of the Crime - Chapter 8

Playing human again, Alcor makes it longer than he usually does. He's in college now, juggling classes, family, a curious vampire, and a strange, increasingly sinister web of mysteries weaving themselves around him. Without his omniscience to guide the way, he'll have to work hard to get to the bottom of this before it spirals out of control.

See most updated version on Archive of Our Own.

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Lucy Ann almost forgot how picky demons who weren’t Alcor were. She was out of practice, but then again, why wouldn’t she be? For the last three thousand years, she’d had a demon who was easier to summon, more powerful for just about any task, and about as harmless as any demon could be.

Now here she was, covered in blood and grumbling as she cut open some gizzards and cast their stones onto the forest floor. In earlier eras, she’d consider this a shockingly easy summon, but now she’s like, where’s his business card?

A snort. “You’ve gone soft, Sagar,” she said, shaking her head as she got to her feet. Then she cleared her throat, and started the incantation:

“Dens et os, carnem et sanguinem, cor et iecur et pulmonem, Te magne oozer, Brianus Paulus Duck!”

And with a quiet yet unsettling squelching, her distant second choice for a demon stepped dripping into his circle. Lucy Ann gave a grin.

“Brian! Long time no see, buddy. You’re looking good - are those new eyes?”

Brian the Organ Duck wasn’t the chatty type, but he gave a pleased little clucking and ruffled his ‘wings’. Lucy Ann tried to keep the smile on her face as she got caught in the splash zone.

“Cool, cool… yeah, so, I got a deal for you.” And that got his attention; it always sent a shiver down her spine to see how still even a minor demon got at that word. “There’s a bodysnatcher at this college. I want you to tell me who it's in now, and I want you to tell me the identity of whoever it switches into at the moment it switches. You can’t alert the bodysnatcher, and you gotta tell me discreetly; you know how the Isles are.”

Brian bobbed his head, but still stared at her expectantly. She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m not forgetting. Look, you can have all the organs you want from this pile.” She stepped aside to reveal a sizable number of dead animals. “Hope you appreciate it - haven’t hunted this much since the Bronze Age.”

She watched him peer over, clucking quietly as he examined them. Then he extended a wing.

“It's a deal, then.” Lucy Ann shook it, and felt a veil of pulsing capillaries wind themselves around her wrist for a moment before letting go. She watched the animals behind her melt into the Earth. “Alright, now for your end. What are you…? Oh, you’ve got a phone?”

Brian did, indeed, pull out a phone and make a new contact. He motioned to her.

“Oh, uh, hang on a sec, what's my number again?” She caught him rolling his eyes. “No, hey, I usually know my number, okay? This is a new phone. Alright, here it is - you ready?”

Brian dutifully took her number down, and then started texting… somehow. A moment later, her phone pinged with a text from ‘666’ with the picture and name of a student.

She grinned, but Brian was still typing.

> [S O M E T H I N G E L S E]

“Huh?” Lucy Ann looked blankly at the text, and up at him again. “Something else? What do you mean?”

> [A D D I T I O N A L I N F O R M A T I O N]

“Okay… what additional information?”

> [🤝?]

Lucy Ann groaned - of course, a price. “Fine. What do you want?”

Brian sent her a long string of different organ emojis, followed by a winky face. She scowled.

“I don't have time for this, Brian - I already spent hours hunting for the first batch!”

> [👨🫀🫀🫀?]

Human hearts. She rolled her eyes. “No. Forget it, I don't need to know.”

> [🫀🫀🥺?]

“Yeah, wow, such a discount.” She shut her phone off. “Look, if you aren't gonna make a serious offer, I gotta go.”

That was evidently the lowest Brian would go; with a quack and an affronted shake of his tail viscera, he vanished from the circle. Lucy Ann rolled her eyes, but as she wiped away his circle she couldn't keep a little pit from her stomach.

She was falling for it. Brian was playing a classic demon’s trick: implying there's something left out to get a second bite of the apple. It'd only waste her time to take it - odds were he'd just tell her the bodysnatcher's favourite drink at the Midway Bar, or something else stupid and irrelevant.

A scowl. But dammit, you couldn't deny it was a good trick. If she’d had more time she'd have taken it just for peace of mind… ugh, was she rushing?

Was there really something she'd missed?

Lucy Ann hesitated there. She really tried to think it through, to figure out what Brian could possibly tell her that'd make a difference in the exorcism…

…

But all she could see was the first grey lights of dawn poking through the trees. Lucy Ann shook her head, and took off at a fast walk to the university.

Whatever it was, it was nothing extra bindings couldn't solve. And she'd bring tape to shut it up - god knows what it'd try to say around Dipper.

And most importantly, they'd corner it before history class. She’d already been planning to ditch Xiaofan - as sensible as she seemed, no one could fuck up an exorcism quite like a freshman demonologist - but if she really did miss something, well, Dipper was her trump card.

Best not for a demonologist to be there if she needed to play it.

Lucy Ann reached into her pocket to brush against a little piece of paper she'd inscribed with Alcor's custom circle. She shivered, and picked up the pace.

The university was in sight; she was just behind Dipper’s dorm. Emerging from the bushes, she made her way to the front door.

A college student was sitting on a park bench, staring deadeyed into a soup bowl of coffee. He barely acknowledged her bloodied appearance.

“Morning, Brad.” She passed by the table. “How’s that group project going?”

He gave the slightest shake of his head.

“Yeesh, good luck. Can you badge me in?”

Robotically, Brad reached into his pocket, pulled out his badge, and held it out in her general direction.

“Thanks, man.”

After badging in (and tossing it back to Brad) Lucy Ann made her way through the small crowd of early risers, down the hall to Dipper’s room.

She was feeling better about her plan; really, you should be careful about any exorcism, but bodysnatchers were a real one trick pony sort of demon. They weren't ever that powerful; indeed, they physically couldn't be. They spent more time out of the Mindscape than any demon except Alcor, but unlike Alcor, drew no strength from their presence there. And though they could possess freely, souls were still firmly out of reach without a deal.

She'd be able to repel it if it tried to possess her, and she was sure it wouldn't dare try with Dipper. Without that, it only has its human vessel's strength to bear, and that was a pitiful weapon indeed to a vampire.

Lucy Ann rounded the last corner, snorting at the thought. Yeah, whatever, Brian. She didn't need his deal; her and Dipper would have this taken care of before-

“Hey,” said a voice as Lucy Ann opened the door to Dipper’s room. “Yeesh, that happened to you?”

“Marsh?” Lucy Ann saw her splayed out on the floor, and blinked. “Where’s Dipper?”

“Oh, yeah, he told me to tell you he’s gone out.”

“Gone… out?” Lucy Ann’s eyes widened, and then set into a deep scowl. “Did he say where?”

“I think to his parent’s house.” Marsh watched her groan and drag a hand down her face. “You okay? You don't look, ah, real happy about that.”

“Oh, I'm okay. I'm great!” Digging in her pocket, she grabbed her phone and jabbed in her passcode. “Noo, Dipper’s the one you gotta worry about. I'm gonna kill him!”

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Dipper was almost to his parents’ house when he got the call. He hesitated for a moment before answering.

“Morning, Lucy Ann!” And silence; he gave a nervous laugh. “So, uh, I take it you're back at the dorm?”

"Yes.” Her tone was clipped. “I am. Where are you?”

“I'm going to my Mom and Dad's. I tried to call you, but I couldn't reach your phone - I've finally got a lead on the jewelry store guy!”

“A lead?” She sounded interested for a moment before pulling back. “Well that's great, but it's gonna have to wait. I need you here for the exorcism.”

“I’ll be back before History.”

“No, you don’t- ugh!”

Dipper frowned. “What?”

“I was…” Lucy Ann lowered her voice. “I was kind of hoping we’d catch this thing, like, right now.”

“Now? You told Xiaofan-”

“I know what I told Xiaofan.”

“Yeah? So I don't understand-”

“Okay! Okay okay okay,” she said, and sighed. “Okay, we can still salvage this. Do you know who Annabelle Strotts is?”

“Who?”

“Brown hair, uh, really big glasses?” A pause. “You don't know who she is? What classes she takes?”

“No, I don’t know everybody in that lecture hall. You hang out with me every day, you should know I’m not exactly a social butterfly.”

“Alright, alright, you don't need to bite my head off.”

“Sorry, it's just…” Dipper gripped the steering wheel. “You know, this is kind of the problem when you never loop me in on stuff! How was I supposed to know we were doing this before History when you explicitly said -”

“Yeah, okay, point taken! When can you be back?”

Dipper made a face. “I'm nearly at their house.”

“Yeah, but we gotta do this thing today,” she said, and he rolled his eyes. “So how long’s it gonna take you to come back?”

“Lucy Ann… Marsh’s stolen car is right by my parent’s house.”

“Okay-”

“So he's right by my parent’s house.” Dipper spoke slowly. “So this is kind of a high priority for me, okay?”

“Oh, my god. So you're doing the exact same thing that almost got you shot last time.”

He scowled. “N-no, I'm just- I'm checking on my family, okay? I’m not charging in, I’ll wait for you.”

“Dipper-”

“I think you were right! You were right, earlier, when you said I should take the jobs I want to do, a-and I've been avoiding this for weeks!”

He sighed, rubbed his ear.

“I've just been taking safe jobs because… it really rattled me, what happened. A-and I promised Mal and my parents I wouldn't look into it anymore, but I can't get it out of my head.” Dipper gave an angry chuckle. “I don't want to get it out of my head, I-... I can't let him get away with this! What he did to me, and Marsh, a-and you, even if you’re fine! Everytime I think about him I just think about how he got away with everything and I, I get so mad, you know?”

Lucy Ann didn’t respond. All that spoke back was the ringing in his ears, the incessant, unending eeeeeeeee that had become the unwanted undercurrent to every single thing he did or said or thought, and maybe it’d go away or maybe it’d be with him forever. And someone did this to him, you know?

Someone did this to him, and Dipper felt his hands tighten on the steering wheel.

“So I’m going to check this out.” He said, quietly. “You don’t need me for the exorcism anyway. You already figured out who it is, and you’ve done this thing a million times. And you clearly think I’ll just get in the way, so, you know, this works out for you, I guess.”

“Dipper…”

Lucy Ann seemed at a loss for words. Dipper saw the turn-in coming up, and flipped on his signal.

“I’m just pulling in now, I’ll talk to you later.” A pause. “Good luck with the exorcism. Sorry, I didn’t mean to ditch you.”

“No, no, you didn’t…” Lucy Ann sighed. “Alright, Dipper. I’ll make it work. Just… be safe, okay? You’re my friend.”

The way she said it, like she suddenly wasn’t sure it was true. He felt a twinge.

“You’re my friend too,” He said, coming to a stop and taking the key out of the ignition. “I gotta go, but… yeah, we’ll talk later. We’ll… yeah. Bye.”

There was a heavy feeling in him as he hung up, and he stayed in the car for a second, staring down at the phone. That had been… harsh. He’d been harsh. He didn’t think he was wrong, but… he could have said it better. He’d been feeling so off lately, like his own mental models for how he thinks he’ll act got knocked out of sync and were struggling to recalibrate.

eeeeeeeeeeee, said the little buzz in his head, and he rolled his eyes. Gee, he thought, what could have possibly caused that?

Another moment, and then he sighed, stuffed his phone away, and opened the car door. He’d talk to her later; for now, there was nothing to do but put it out of mind.

The lights were on inside the house - good. Shoes crunching in the gravel, he made his way to the front door, and rang the bell. Immediately, he could hear his mother’s murmuring voice.

“...do you think that is, Ronnie?” She said, getting closer to the door. He watched it open, watched her face flash from surprise to a smile that made him feel like he was home. “Dipper! Well, what an unexpected surprise!”

“Hi Mom!” Dipper gave her a hug. “Sorry for dropping in so early-”

“Oh, no, no, not at all! Your father and I were just having breakfast - come, come!”

She motioned him into the dining room, where his Dad was picking at a piece of buttered toast.

“Hi, Dad, it’s so good to see you!” Dipper gave him a hug too, and looked around. “Where’s Mal?”

“Tch!” His Dad threw up his wrist, and said something indiscernible in words but crystal clear in tone. Dipper snorted, but, looking to his mother, he found no audience.

“Everything okay?” He said, and watched her try for a smile.

“She’s been…” She set out a plate. “a little testy as of late.”

“Oh, no! You guys had a fight?”

His Dad grumbled and banged his arm on the table. His mother’s smile thinned. “She’s just having a hard time. We all are… but how are you doing, sweetie! What’s the reason for the drop in, is it…” She tapped her chin. “Ohhh, who was that girl you were asking about last night?”

“Xiaofan?”

“Yes!” She snapped her fingers. “Yes, I’m sorry, I hadn’t seen anyone with that name, unfortunately.” A pause. “Or, fortunately, I should say! Wait… you meant alive, right? Because i didn't check-”

“Oh, hah, yes! For sure alive!”

“I'm glad to hear that! But, did she lose someone close to her, or…?”

“Um…” Dipper wasn’t really sure how to approach this. “No, just… you know the forest behind our house? Some of my… friends, they were there recently, and I think Xiaofan… she dropped something, yeah.”

“They were in the forest outside our house?” Her eyebrow quirked up. “Why?”

Dipper cringed; not only was he lying to his Mom, he was doing it badly. “Uh, you know college, college kids! They do dumb stuff, right, like… go hang out around funeral homes at night!”

“Well I certainly didn’t do that when I was in college.” She looked over to his Dad. “Did you ever do something like that, Ronnie?”

He looked up at her, grinned, and winked. She tutted at him.

“Oh, of course you did. I guess I was never in the sort of crowds that did those things; I’m surprised you’re taking after him on that.” She looked down at Dipper through her glasses. “You’re keeping up your grades, I hope?”

“I am! A-and I didn’t do that, I just, you know, know someone who did that.” He shrugged. “So, uh, you haven't seen anything weird around there the past few days?”

“I can't say I have, but I haven't been looking, either.” She put a hand on his shoulder. “I'll try and keep an eye out for you, dear. Now, what would you like for breakfast?”

“Breakfast?” He blinked. “Oh, no, no, I ate at my dorm. I was actually going to go see Mal… uh, if that's alright?”

“No, no, go see her, she'll appreciate it - deep down, at least.”

That was an unusually snarky tone from his Mom. He cleared his throat. “So, she's in the crematorium?”

“Oh, yes. Just… make sure you knock first? She's become quite particular about knocking.”

“Um, okay?” Dipper half expected her to start specifying a code he had to knock, but that seemed to be it. “I guess I’ll be back soon.”

And so he started across the hall, the light of the morning streaming through the windows and catching swirls of dust in golden sunbeams. Despite the calm, though, he was a little apprehensive of the door fast approaching.

Testy, her mother had said. That was a good word for Mal - she wasn’t like that all the time, but when she was… oh, boy. And it sounded like a bad fight they’d had last night, too, like the blowouts he used to hide in his room from when they were teenagers.

And with that in mind, he stopped in front of the door. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, he thought. She probably wasn’t in a super question-answery mood right now. Maybe he should-

“Boo.”

“Wh-!” Dipper flinched at a voice, at a sudden hand on his shoulder. And there Mal was, stepping out of the shadows, a wry smile climbing her face as he whirled around to face her. “Mal!”

“Yeah, me.” She raised an eyebrow. “Are they seriously complaining I ask them to knock now? Ohhh my god, I’m so evil, I make them use basic manners!”

“You were there?”

“I heard your car outside.” A snort. “At first I was like, I told that fucking priest to stop showing up an hour before we open, but then I saw it was you! How’ve you been, dummy?”

“Uh, good!” He felt her go in for a hug, and squeezed back. “Yeah, good! It’s nice to see you, Mal.”

“Oh, that’s good to know. For a second you didn’t look too happy, there.” She let go with playful smack of his shoulder. “Loosen up, will ya? Mom and Dad have you acting like I’m gonna kill you.”

“Hah, sorry…” Rubbing his shoulder, he made a face. “But uh, is everything alright? I haven’t seen Mom like that since…”

There was a bright, iron shine in Mal’s eyes; she’d squared up, and crossed her arms, and though she was still grinning at him, there was a threat in there, a look that seemed to ask, do you really want it to be that kind of visit?

Dipper trailed off. And then he cleared his throat.

“Uh,” he started. “You, um, done any new glassworking?”

And with that, Mal was all smiles again. “I'm so glad you asked, bro! Get over here!”

Slinging an arm around his shoulders, Mal led him into the crematorium. There was a body pulled out of the freezer, clouding eyes meeting his as they passed, but Dipper hardly paid it notice on the way to her glassmaking kiln.

“Hey, Dipper, check this out.”

Mal rummaged in a cabinet, pulled out a plate, and held it out to him. With a smile Dipper made to take it - but then it suddenly dropped, and he yelped and sprang backwards as it-

As it bounced once and settled upside down. And Mal was laughing.

“Your face! Hah!” She leaned down and picked it up. “Look, and it's completely fine!

“Wh-, what?”

“I enchanted it.” She banged it against the edge of the counter, and he watched blue sparks flare up within the glass. “See, it doesn't break. And now I can give you a plate you're actually happy with, yeah?”

She handed it over to him; he took it with a crooked smile. “O-oh! Oh no, you didn't have to-”

“Oh, don't be like that, it was a fun challenge. What else am I supposed to do around here, right?” With a bit of an edge to her laugh, she leaned against the counter. “And hey, speaking of how there's nothing to do around here, what's the occasion? I know you didn't come for my glasswork - as stunning as it might be.”

She winked at him, and Dipper gave a nervous chuckle. “No, no - I mean, thanks, this is really cool, but, uh, I guess I'm here because… you remember yesterday?”

“Yeah man, I remember it like it was yesterday.”

“Haha, funny.” He rubbed his neck. “I mean, you remember when I was calling about-”

“The Xiaofan girl, yeah, yeah.”

“Yeah! Um… So, you know how college kids do weird things?” He looked up at her, blinked, and backpedaled. “I mean, maybe you wouldn’t because you're not- wait, I-I mean-”

Luckily for him, Mal only snorted. “You're a real master of tact, Dipper.”

“Sorry.”

She pushed off the counter. “No, no, I'm more offended you were gonna try and sell me that weird lie about kids hanging out in the forest - I mean, come on, even they barely bought it.” Crossing behind him, her arm settled down on his shoulder. “I wanna hear what this is really about.”

“I…” Dipper grimaced. “I can't.”

“Haha, what? Are you actually not gonna tell me?”

“I’m sorry, I promised Xiaofan I wouldn't tell anyone.” And before she could respond: “A-and it's not like a small thing, she could get in big trouble if it got out!”

“And you think I'll tell someone? One, ouch, and two, who am I gonna tell? The stiffs?” Her tone softened. “You wouldn't come down here if this thing wasn't eating you up. Come on, I’m your sister. I wanna help.”

Dipper hesitated. He looked over at her… and then he sighed, and dug around for his phone. “Okay, okay - but you gotta promise you won't be mad, alright?”

“Why, am I gonna be mad?”

“Well… you know how you kind of didn't want me to do anything dangerous after the whole thing with the jewelry store?”

“Oh no. What have you gotten into this time?”

He gave a nervous smile. “There might, uh, might be a demon at school?”

“A demon?!” Mal's whole face darkened. “Seriously, Dipper? You can't be messing with that shit! If it doesn't kill you, you'll get thrown in jail!”

“I didn't summon it-”

“But this Xiaofan did, didn't she?” Mal stalked  around the room, suddenly agitated. “That's why you're asking about her, she summoned a demon in the woods, didn't she?”

“No, no, no, it was a bodysnatcher, it possessed her!” He unlocked his phone. “And it took some weird pictures, look.”

“Bodysnatcher,” Mal grabbed the phone and started scrolling. “Tch, yeah, sure. How do you know there's even a demon?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, she seems real obsessed with you, doesn't she? How do you know this whole thing isn't just an act?”

“Act? What? No, no, she's-”

But he didn't get any further. He heard a strangled sound from Mal, then a clatter as his phone struck the ground.

“Wha- hey!” Dipper picked it up, checked the screen. “Careful with my phone, Mal! Mal?”

Mal… she didn't look well, all of a sudden. The colour had bled out of her cheeks, and she swayed a little in place, staring at him with wide, haunted eyes.

“Uh, Mal?” Dipper felt a panic rising in his chest. “Mal, what's going on? Are you okay!”

“I-” She caught herself on a counter, seemed to shake herself. “I-I'm okay. Sorry, just… just got really dizzy there for a second. Sorry.”

“You really scared me there, you looked like you were going to pass out!”

“Yeah, yeah, I…” She thought for a moment. “I guess, I-I didn't have dinner last night.”

“Have you had breakfast?” He frowned as she kept bracing herself on the counter, and moved in closer. “Look, just - just sit down on the floor for a minute, I'll get you something to eat.”

“Thanks. Thanks, Dipper.”

“Of course…” He went to the door, but paused in front of it. “I don't know if I should leave you alone.”

“Dipper, really, I feel much better already.” She managed a washed-out smile. “Just give me a second to… Just get me some toast, okay? Please.”

“Okay, I'll be right back.”

With a frown, Dipper quickly shuffled back across the hall. His mother was setting up chairs in the viewing room with his Dad; she waved to him.

“Are you leaving?”

“No, uh-” He started walking backwards. “Just getting Mal some toast!”

Ducking into the kitchen, Dipper stuck some bread in the toaster, waited an eternity for it to jump up, and slapped some butter on before hurrying back.

A part of him was a little scared he should've stayed with her - she really didn't look good. He was worried he'd come back to her passed out on the floor, but he opened the door to see her leaning against the counter, looking at her phone. She glanced up and flashed a smile.

“Oh, sweet! Thanks, Dipper!”

“Here you go…” Dipper frowned at her. “You should sit down.”

“Nah, nah, I'm-” She took a bite. “feeling mush be'er!”

“Eww, close your mouth!”

“Wha’ you ‘alkin bou’?”

He snorted. “And now you're just annoying me on purpose. I guess you really are feeling better.”

“Wha- hey!”

She swatted his shoulder, and they both laughed. Mal took another bite, swallowed, and set the toast down.

“Anyway,” she said. “Sorry about that. You were showing me some photos or something?”

“Oh yeah!” He spotted his phone on the counter, and picked it up. It opened to the shot of the house. “You saw this one, right?”

“Yeah, that’s pretty creepy.”

“That's not the creepiest part.” Scrolling to the car images, he held it out to her. “Look at that!”

“Uh… at what?”

“At-” Dipper double checked it was the right image. “at the green car! Where’ve you seen a car like that before, Mal?”

“Iunno.”

“It's the car the jewelry store guy escaped with! It was all over the news, remember?”

“Oh yeah, that.” Mal raised an eyebrow. “The thing you promised me you'd drop, right?”

Dipper sighed; he knew she'd say that. “Mal-”

“You nearly got yourself killed the last time you poked your nose into this thing. I don't want you getting hurt.”

“I know, I know, but… I can't just bring these pictures to the cops!” He scrolled through them. “If I do, they'll ask where they came from, and they'll find out about the demon and Xiaofan will get into huge trouble!” A grimace. “Me too, maybe. Heh, Xiaofan almost thought I was the one who summoned it because it’s so focused on me.”

“She what?!” Mal’s head snapped up. “She's trying to pin you for this shit?”

“No, no-”

“She's trying to blackmail you into helping her!”

“No, no, no!” He put his hands up as she started pacing back and forth. “Mal, it's not like that! I'm happy to help-”

“Oh, yeah, you're juuust helping, for now.” She scoffed. “Until this idiot gets herself arrested. How's her story going to change when she's looking at fifteen years minimum for unlawful summoning, huh? You might find yourself taking a starring role. And after all you did for her!”

Dipper made a face. “You're being… really paranoid, Mal. She wouldn't do that.”

“Oh, yeah? You know that for sure?”

“She seems nice-”

“Lots of people seem nice, that doesn’t mean anything!” Mal glanced away. “People can hide all sorts of things. No, no, I gotta get out ahead of this.”

“What are you talking about?”

Mal looked back to Dipper, paused, and smiled. “We gotta get out ahead of this. You say you can't take those photos to the police because of Xiaofan?”

“Yeah, and I'm not going to.” Dipper crossed his arms. “Look, I don't know what you think she's going to do, but she came to me for help. I'm not going to rat her out for something that she didn’t even ask to get mixed up in.”

“I'm not saying you should, jeez! I'm saying, if you can't use those pictures - take yourself some new ones.”

“Huh?”

“Go out into the forest, find the car, and take your own photos.” Mal grinned at his confusion. “Then you can wash your hands of this thing without getting her in trouble.”

“Go out- what?” He blinked. “But the guy's going to be near that car! I thought you wouldn't want me going anywhere near the forest.”

“I, ah, doubt he’s there.” Mal brushed past him to stand next to an urn on the counter. “The car looks abandoned - it's more likely he dumped it way out so no one would find it.”

“But what if he didn't?”

“Well, that's why I'm coming with you.” She rolled her eyes at his shocked expression. “What? If you won't stay out of trouble, the least I can do is follow you into it. I'll be your backup!”

She smiled at him then, and despite all his questions, Dipper couldn't help but feel a warmth at that. “Well… thanks, Mal! I really appreciate that, but, aren't you busy?”

“Eh, it's gonna be a slower day today-” she started, and then caught herself. “Or actually, you know what? There are a few things I should do before we head out.”

“Oh. How long is that going to take?”

“Aren’t you raring to go.” Mal snorted. “It'll go faster if we split up some stuff. Listen, uh, there's this urn delivery I gotta do today. It's just a twenty minute drive, and by the time you get back, I bet I'll be done.”

“That urn?” Dipper walked over. “I'm not really dressed for this.”

“You still got most of your clothes in your room, right?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Yeah. Go throw on a button-up and you'll look fine.”

“Right.” He backed up. “Uh, alright, then, sounds like a plan! Be back in just a second!”

“Yeah, you do that!” Mal watched him go, waving breezily after him as the door swung shut… and then letting her fingers curl up into a fist, letting her smile sink into something hollow and cold and furious. “You do that, you… ffffucking idiot. Goddammit!!”

Oh, yeah, real slow day ahead of her, huh? No, no, she had to bury this quick. But how? Come on, think!

Mal paced around the room for a moment, muttering and swearing under her breath. She stopped by her kiln, leaned against the counter, and stared down at the cabinet she’d padlocked.

An idea hit her, there. At first it sounded drastic… but you know what?

Dipper was way too close to home. He needed a different lead to follow, and this might be the perfect way to give him one.

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Chapter VI: Festivities (Pt. II)

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(Music: "Supersonics", by Caravan Palace)

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"Whut floor ehm I oonnn???"

5 shots each and a few hours later, and the Tulpar crew plus Hawkes were shit-faced drunk. Before he reached the point of no return, Hawkes instructed the room staff to loosen up their uniforms and join in the merrymaking. In his severely drunken state, he had mistakenly gone up to Annalise and quietly directed her to sit next to Daisuke, being painfully obvious in his implication without realizing it.

Whereas any other woman would have simply ignored the drunken Captain and continued their merrymaking, Annalise was a die-hard loyalist- and additionally, very dense. The Captain's failure to hide his agenda completely passed over Anna's head, and instead, she simply interpreted the order as an assignment to socialize with the resurrected to help them adjust to the land of the living again.

Enthusiastically, she sat down next to Daisuke, who yelped in a high pitch as he noticed her presence, gaining temporary sobriety.

"Hey, Daisuke!"

"H-Hey there, A-Annalise!"

Meanwhile, Jeremiah entered the room with a somewhat drunk Roble, the two of them instantly noticing the chaotic atmosphere. Many of the crewmates employed as waitstaff were engaged in all kinds of mischief and party games. A few of them were playing beer pong on the bar counter, some others were playing cards, two were playing chess (where the hell did they get a chessboard?), and even the stowaway rats were sloppily dancing to the music pumping from the overhead speakers, after licking up spilled droplets of Hennessy.

"I need some liquor in my system, stat!" Jeremiah immediately commented, and Roble smirked, leading him with a stumbling gait over to the bar counter to grab a bottle. At the same time, Swansea was drunkenly reading medical flashcards to an even more intoxicated Anya, quizzing her as Daisuke, Curly and Hawkes cheered Anya on from the sidelines.

"Okey. Nexx queshtion," Swansea muttered almost incomprehensibly, pulling the next flash card up to read. "Dehfine thuh ad-dreen-uhl cor-tecks (Define the adrenal cortex)."

Anya swayed back and forth, seemingly thinking on the question, before spitting out an answer like a robot.

"Outeerrrr... Outerrr sex-shin uhf tha adreeenal gland. It sec-kreets cor-ti-sahl, all-dough-ster-own, andddd-uhhhh, ssseeexxx hor-mones(Outer section of the adrenal gland. It secretes cortisol, aldosterone, and sex hormones)."

"Currrr-eckt!" Swansea announced boisterously, as Hawkes, Daisuke and Curly clapped wildly.

"Shee's on a rollll!!!" Daisuke slurred.

"Amay-zinggg!" Curly exclaimed with weary but spirited eyes, his mind still haunted and on the verge of breaking despite the severe lack of sobriety.

"Sum-one ghet her a troph-eee." Hawkes complimented with rapidly deteriorating awareness of his surroundings. Anya smiled obliviously, waving at her supporters as if she'd just been elected to office.

"Nexcht question!!" Swansea incoherently interjected. "Wheeh-ch part of thaa ver-teh-bruhl cah-naal will shooow sec-un-dehr-eee currr-ves, with cahn-cah-vit-eee back-werrds (Which part of the vertebral canal will show secondary curves, with concavity backwards?)"

Anya swayed back and forth once more, thinking on the question while fighting the urge to drop on her side and fall asleep.

"Thaa ser-vick-uhl an' lum-barrr reej-juhns (The cervical and lumbar regions). Tha curvess dev-ehl-uhp af-tur birth, and-uhhh are ass-osh-ee-ay-ted with thaa-uuhhh bah-dee's adaptation toooo up-right pause-shter and bye-ped-uhl lo-coh-moh-shun (The curves develop after birth, and are associated with the body's adaptation to upright posture and bipedal locomotion)."

"Currect, ag-ayn!" Swansea proclaimed loudly with overwhelming drunk stupor, pumping his fist in the air like he'd just watched his betting horse cross the finish line first. Again, the clapping from the peanut gallery erupted, humbly inviting thanks and salutations from Anya, who at this point was standing up and bowing several times over, offering thanks and beaming with pride.

How did she fail the medical exam eight times? Hawkes wondered in semi-coherent thought.

"Hey, Anya!" 

Anya turned to Hawkes' voice, stumbling and placing her hands on her hips with acute confidence. Hawkes thought his heart would burst from how the sight overwhelmed his orbitofrontal cortex with adorable-ness. He looked to Curly, concerned that-

"CuRLy!" He muttered under his breath in alarm, seeing Curly had flopped back on the couch with a violent shiver- a rigid grin wrought across his face as he silently quivered.

Fuck, Hawkes thought in rising concern. He might have an actual heart attack.

That was no hyperbole, either- Hawkes had thought about the intricate problems with this whole 'reviving people from the dead' thing. When a person died, their emotions were pushed to their extremes, beyond anything they've ever felt in their life. Imagine dying with those otherworldly heights of emotions, then waking back up in the same life?

Without a doubt, from what Hawkes had observed, those death's door emotions came slamming back into their minds, wreaking havoc across their body, and decimating practically every complex component that summarized their existence. Everything from simple topics, to merely glancing at other returned friends or loved ones, to just thinking about the trauma, was enough to cause meltdowns, breakdowns, mental snaps, insanity, and a whole other troupe of issues.

So, in conclusion, Curly seeing his once-dead (alleged) lover exude such adorable energy sent his receptors into shock, which cascaded across the rest of his brain and body, amplified by the heightened emotions from death and subsequent resurrection. What a fucking headache to deal with.

It was times like these that Hawkes was always grateful for the invention of the Reformation Procedure- he could fix any issue they had. However, he had reservations about just 'curing' everything about them.

Physically, he had no issue restoring them to perfection. But when it came to mental issues, there were certain moral misgivings he had with it. No matter if it were an illness or an ailment, those were unfortunately part of who a person is or was. The primary fear that Hawkes had with removing those was if he removed such a key component to someone's life; they could potentially lose their sanity entirely by being pushed over the edge, not knowing who they were or being unable to comprehend reality without those key parts of them.

Perhaps, as time went on and they healed from their past, there could be a gradual reduction and eventual dissipation entirely. But right now, doing that was far too risky. Right now, they needed treatment.

Hawkes almost snickered out loud at himself. As often as he had used it to practice terror and evil on the wicked, he had discontinued it for torture ever since the Day of Erudition (A really stupid name, in his opinion), and had focused his full efforts on healing and improving people's lives.

It was the only path he was allowed because it was the path he had been gifted by the greatest. He was not going to squander this. Everything, every fiber of his being was dedicated to helping the innocent and punishing the guilty.

The only difference was, helping the innocent would be far more of an ordeal.

As everyone began to glance over to Curly to see what happened, Hawkes quickly diverted the conversation back to Anya.

"WhUt's thE nExT qUeSsstchun, ShwaaansSEAA?" Hawkes proclaimed giddily with a facade of being more drunk than he was, dancing with his upper torso while poking the air in rhythm with the song. Thankfully, everyone's attention returned back to Swansea, who didn't skip a beat in reading off the next question. Hawkes took the opportunity to silently sneak over to Curly to check on him.

"Hey. Hey. Curly, you good? Curly?" He whispered as he came up to inspect the blonde idiot. He was relieved to see Curly had stopped shivering, suddenly raising his head with wandering drunk-eyes and surveying the suite with regaining clarity.

"Y-Yeah... Wh-What happened?"

"You fell in love again. Anyways, can you keep an eye on Anya and drink some water? I gotta hit the men's room."

Curly jabbed a thumbs up and Hawkes quickly departed, heading towards the restroom door. He felt a surge of gratitude and affection for his crew as he didn't have to duck his head when going through it; they had taken a lot of time and care for this suite. And it wasn't for nothing.

He had saved their lives more times than the amount of years they'd lived. Not collectively, obviously, but individually. He wasn't sure why he had to clarify that in his thinking.

He entered the restroom and immediately went to a stall to relieve himself. He had drank a ton, after all. It wasn't dignified, but tis was the nature of any living being. Dignity was a facade made up by humans to seem above the station they were given in life; as vulgar, awkward, bumbling creatures whose only saving graces against the natural order were cunning, intellect, and a horrifying imagination for creativity.

Oh, and sweating, of course. They would still be monkeys if not for sweat evolution. Wow, what a pair of words to put together.

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(Music: "Midnight", by Caravan Palace)

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"Ah, shit." Hawkes cursed silently, trying to finish his prolonged relief. "Song change, I need to get back out there and vibe right now."

He quickly re-did his belt and pants, sprint-walk-stumbling towards the sink to cleanse his sinful hands, and stormed through the door. 

Seeing the faces of Curly, Anya, Swansea and Daisuke turn to face him, their eyes lighting up with affection and excitement, seeing their bodies relax and re-energized, seeing nothing except respect, admiration and hope resonate from them...

Hawkes was born in a dingy lower-class fiefdom on Canaris. His father was a metalworker, his mother a seamstress. Both were employed by the Canaris Global Federation as they were waging wars against pirates, rival nations and private mercenary groups. His father was cruel, but after being conscripted his cruelty found an outlet. He had eventually brought this home, inflicting it on the family for years.

Hawkes' mother died at his father's hands. And his father died at his hands. His brother had joined a gang to find alternative income and ended up dead from a drive-by. Hawkes moved off-world, finding nothing except contempt and abuse in the holdings of cruisers, freighters and carriers. Even as he was promoted, his young age garnered disrespect and loathing from his subordinates and superiors, along with his impoverished background.

He had to find respect through overwhelming, frightening violence. It was the norm for military vessels at the time, and he caught on quick. Ten years more, ten years before he finally gained some respect from his peers.

Ten years after that, he gained admiration from his crew and military.

Ten years once more, and he gained their trust- the whole damn kingdom.

But at no point in time, did he see affection in their eyes. At no point did he see love. Familial love.

And that was exactly what he said in those four only a few meters away. Love.

He had never seen this from his mother nor father, nor brother. He had long known he was the product of rape, that the mother hated the child and the father loathed him for being the burden that ended his nomadic lifestyle; that Hawkes' brother was a mutual conception thanks to his mother's Stockholm Syndrome, a brother who hated him for causing his parents such grief and rage for no apparent reason, one they did not disclose to him.

Such injustice. Such hypocrisy. Such ignorant evil.

And yet when he looked at these four, those thoughts that terrified and enraged him would fade away as if it were the morning mist of a rising sun.

Love. Love, love, love.

Loooove.

What a wonderful word, he thought to himself. It was the most fitting, most perfect word he could conceive to describe how he felt about them. Love.

It was settled. He had no family until today. These people- these beautiful souls- they were his family now. They were kin to him. A divine gift.

Thank. God.

"hEy hAwKeS!!" Daisuke mumbled near-incoherently, waving over-dramatically as Hawkes exited the bathroom. Hawkes smiled genuinely, waving back at him- more sober and euphoric than ever before. Minus the sober part.

"Hey Daisuke!" He replied with a beaming smile. He wanted to go and sit with them so badly. But he needed to take care of some minor issues first. He turned on his shoulder radio, speaking to a few people before he went back to his comfort.

"Hawkes here, you hear me, Ali?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Start the renovations on their rooms early tomorrow."

"Fuck... Hawkes, dude, we're gonna be hung over as hell."

"I'm sorry, did hangover cures become obsolete when I wasn't looking? Here's some tips, crack an egg over a beer and chug it."

"That was only one tip, Cap-"

Click. He switched to the next channel.

"Jazz."

"Jazz here, what's up?"

"Suite. Now."

Before Jazz could respond, Hawkes switched the radio to the next channel. He was pissed at Jazz; solely over his bullshit speech about Anya during the Ritual. He had his reservations on what happened, but he wanted a damn good explanation from Jazz on why he would lie during a revival procession.

"Lily. Hawkes here." He whispered as loud as he could over the music and noise.

"Here, beautiful."

"I told you to stop the flirting. I need you to have some agents keep an eye on the four we resurrected, 24/7."

"Done. When are you free tomorrow?"

"Never... maybe." 

Click.

Hawkes exhaled, trying to fight off the urge to fall over and find slumber. He wasn't going to waste a second of this precious time. Two more. He changed the channel.

"Annie, you there? It's Hawkes."

"Fuck you want? I'm partying."

Hawkes half-grinned , having always enjoyed the crude behavior and language of the Chief Medical Officer. It reminded him of his home district.

"I'm not asking you to stop. Tomorrow (write this down, you forgetful ditz) I'd like you to perform a mental evaluation of the Tulpar crew, I'll be present."

"Why do you always make wishes that can't be granted? I shouldn't have to reiterate why evaluations are isolated between the CMO and the patient."

"I'm the Captain. My wishes are always granted."

Hawkes had come off more strongly than he intended, but the message seemed more than sufficient.

"Very well, Admiral."

Hawkes laughed, then sneered at the crass rebuttal. Hawkes was an admiral, a commander of several ships in a fleet, but for this rescue mission he had been temporarily bumped down to the rank of Captain since he was only commandeering one ship. Apparently, the reasoning for this had been, "If an admiral dies during a non-combat operation, it is far worse of a hit to public morale than a captain dying."

What the fuck? Shockingly, Hawkes was somewhat understanding of the reasoning, no matter how cold-blooded it was. Seeing 'Admiral Dead During Rescue Operation' in the headlines was not good for morale, and since Canaris was still fighting two wars with other nations, that morale was key to winning the whole conflict.

He turned off the radio, knowing he was better than to respond spitefully to Annie's provocations-

Click.

"Hope the love life is progressing well, Annie."

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY YOU SON OF A BITC-"

Click.

It was just too satisfying.

Last one. He switched to the Divinity Channel, this time hearing Jazz's shaky voice.

"S-So, uh, Captain Hawkes, we're all good right?"

"Get that sack of shit ready for resurrection, then dose him until he's in a coma for twenty-four hours. I don't want to hear his name spoken by anyone. After he's back, tie him down and shove him into Interrogation. Then you can come up and hang out in the Captain's Suite."

Jazz exhaled through the radio in relief, seemingly glad he wasn't getting reamed out.

"Yes, sir."

Click. He was still getting reamed out.

Hawkes purged his mind of the last few seconds, trying to clear his mind rapidly before any form of rage could onset. He practically skipped over to the four of them-

...

To his family.

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(Music: "Tension", by Avery Alexander)

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"Miss Lilia, Mr. Frank is on the line."

"Patch him over."

Lilia, Chief of Espionage for the Argonaut II, was swiveling in her chair to handle the deluge of different assignments, tasks and issues that assailed her every minute. Being a workaholic, she absolutely loved this role, giving her overactive mind a constant stimulation that itched that scratch she'd been looking for her whole life.

"Lilia here. Any sign of trouble afar?"

"Hey. Yeah, there's a renegade armada with no sigil readings. They're on a different course, though, and they've got some serious manpower and weaponry. We should let them cruise by."

Lilia chuckled in slight amusement. Had this been three months ago, her report to Hawkes would have resulted in an inevitable fight. That stubborn bastard possessed a hate for pirates she'd never seen in anyone else, her whole life. Everytime they won the fight, having disabled the engines, blown up the bridge and obliterating the enemy armaments, they would board these pirate ships.

There would always be captives onboard- always. No pirate could survive long in the outer reaches of space without a penchant for raiding weaker ships and getting involved in the slave market. The first time she had seen him free those captives and grant them comfort and reprieve, she had been a cold skeptic- believing it to be nothing more than a political stunt to make himself look better.

The second time, she wondered.

The fiftieth time, she knew. She knew.

In this hellish society, with these pig-fucker leaders and autocrats and elitists and useful idiots... there was a real-life hero. Tainted as he may have been, he was a hero to her. She'd served as a spy, an informant, a double agent and an undercover detective for over twenty years. At the ripe old age of 35, she was a master in her craft. But for 20 of those years, she felt soulless. Empty. Aimless, no matter the accolades or talents she gained and exhibited. In her role, she'd seen the absolute worst that humanity had to offer, and no further statements could fully detail nor explain that kind of depravity- what it did to the human mind.

But on one fateful day, she was given a contract to spy on Admiral Hawkes, of the 8th Canaris Fleet.

Lilia pressed the button to speak over the radio.

"We'll let them cruise by, then."

"Should we warp now to avoid confrontation?"

"No. It takes a while to spool our FTL drivers, and the energy it gives off while it warms up is detectable within several millions of miles. We're sure to get found and shot at if we do it."

"Copy that."

Lilia switched her radio to General, secretly hoping Hawkes would call her to request something. She had been obsessed with him for the last ten years. After being promoted to Chief of Espionage, she was granted access to every surveillance device onboard. With this overwhelming power, she naturally spent several waking moments watching, listening and understanding the Captain's words and actions.

The more she listened, the more she saw- the more she felt connected to him, empathized with him. She'd spent her whole life studying others, seeing the worst and best sides of them all. Those 'worse' sides were far more plentiful than the best.

But with Hawkes... he was, without a doubt, a hero. She'd spent so much time trying to know him, brute-hacking and scouring through his locked-away government records, studying his every movement, interpreting his actions and words in with multiple ledgers of those movements.

Over the years, she'd accumulated a handful of subordinates in her position, those who knew of her obsession and were still loyal after years of dutiful service. These people were trusted with her most secretive of tasks; infiltrating gatherings, eavesdropping on private conversations, jotting down the movements and behaviors of troublesome crewmates.

Most of the head of crew were at the end-result of veterancy; more than a decade for most of them. Their direct subordinates were loyal, efficient and reliable. Their minds were clear of trouble, their morale unwavering.

But Lilia was the reason for this. She had weeded out the cancerous tumors that had boarded this vessel. Whether by imprisonment in the brig, severe punishments for atonement, or outright execution for foiled plots- she had been the maintainer of this ship's safety and order; through surveillance, a proactive mindset, and a network of trustworthy spies who were willing to die before giving up her name. Her role and theirs were known only by the Heads of Departments- and the true identities of her informants were only known by her.

A perfect system, that she had devised for optimum security and full accountability. A system she had created and wanted so badly to put in place. And Hawkes -God! That fucking beautiful man!- had given her the greenlight to implement it however she pleased.

This was her paying him back, for everything he'd done for her. She'd seen every interaction of him on the ship. Every single one for fifteen years. There wasn't a single moment where he doubted his crew, or talked shit behind their backs; there wasn't a single instance or occurrence where he committed wrongs against his crew, or acted out of hubris or cowardice or self-interest. For fifteen fucking years! He was an unwavering force of nature, to her. And a force for good.

She was aware of what he did to criminals in the Interrogation Room. She was aware of his flaws, his insecurities, his imperfections, his moments of self-doubt and depression. She knew his history, for the last fifteen years and everything she could find in records or from witness accounts since his birth, as much as she possibly could. She just wanted to understand what made him tick- especially from how he was raised... how could he form such a heroic mindset and stick by it? With such intellect, how did he not grow slothful, or lazy, or contemptuous of the world and lose all hope? How did he find the determination to reach a goal known to no one but himself?

When his whole personality and mindset switched in the last two months, Lilia was only driven into a frenzy of curiosity. More questions, less answers. The discovery of resurrection. The discovery of an afterlife- of a creator, of a universe that was designed...

Her mind raced. And raced. And raced. It was all so interesting. She just needed time to sort it all out. And throughout this time, she had only Hawkes to thank. For centering her mind, centering her world, around a beacon of hope and steadfast leader in these changing times.

She was eternally grateful for having ever met him. She would protect him at all costs. And she would continue to do so, to guard the man she venerated as the most heroic person she'd ever met.

"Lilia, I've got the prints for that armada."

"Give 'em here, Ozzy."

The First Agent, Ozzy, handed the documents over to Lilia, who scanned them with pinpoint focus.

"Send copies of these to the Heads of Departments."

"Roger. By the by, are you still watching the Suite Cam?"

"Please exit this room with haste."

"Why don't you just ask him out?"

"LEAVE- THE- ROOM- PLEASE."

Ozzy snickered plentifully as Lilia, frustrated, returned to her work.

Bzzt.

"Lily, Hawkes here."

OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OHMYGOSH-

Lilia recomposed herself, answering the radio with giddy excitement.

"Hey, beautiful." She flirted over the radio. Despite being a master spy with decades of experience, she had absolutely no understanding of social conventions nor romance in the slightest. She had spent most of her teenage and adult life watching other people interact, which meant she had no opportunity to accumulate this experience herself.

"I told you to stop the flirting. I need you to have some agents keep an eye on the four we resurrected, 24/7."

"Done. When are you free tomorrow?"

She pitched the question with earnest, even if she knew the answer every single time.

"Never."

She barely smiled, shaking her head in disappointment. She was hurt every time he said it, but she would never want to impose-

"...Maybe."

"AAAAAHAAHAHAAHHAHAHHAAHAHAHAAAA!!!"

As the radio clicked off, Lilia squealed in absolute euphoria, punching the air to release the pent-up energy that had been brewing inside her. Ozzy came back around the corner, relaying more news.

"The CMO says she wants to-"

"TELL THAT BITCH TO FUCK OFF AND D- Ahem. Ahem. Mmm."

Lilia quickly recomposed herself, trying to ignore the deluge of eyes glancing towards her in slight concern. Her host of subordinates expected those kinds of outbursts from Hawkes, but not their usually calm and collected Chief. 

...

Then, the room collectively reconsidered their thoughts and summarily, unanimously concluded that this was, in fact, in line with their Chief of Espionage's past behavior, and continued their work diligently.

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(Music: "Lady, Hear Me Tonight", by Modjo)

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The Captain's Suite was once more abuzz, as the alcohol wore off somewhat and left most of the room in a state of perfect non-sobriety. A Modern-Era song was jamming on the overhead speakers, and the first one to jump up and start dancing was none other than Daisuke, equipped with a pair of sunglasses Hawkes had gifted him from his bedroom drawer.

Swansea cheered him on, while Curly and Anya were talking privately to one another, serious expressions on their faces. That damnable look of terror hadn't dissipated from behind their eyes. Hawkes badly wanted to intrude on their conversation to know what they were discussing, but he knew that was going to turn them away. He decided to let them be for a few minutes- but not for too long. He had a ping pong match set up next- that is, if there wasn't some random incident that spoiled his plans.

"Hawkes."

Hawkes turned his head to Swansea, who was leaning against the couch, beaming with pride at Daisuke as he danced.

"Thank you."

Hawkes needed no other words to understand the depths of Swansea's gratitude- it was tenfold the gratitude he had received from people whose lives he had snatched from death. It exhumed from every pore of Swansea, echoing sentiments of deep, deep thankfulness that stretched beyond what words could possibly describe.

Hawkes smiled at him, feeling a stirring of emotion he hadn't felt in decades.

"I am not sure how you perceive me, Swansea," Captain Hawkes conceded with genuine remorse. "And whatever you may learn of me in the future, I hope you'll... still see someone worth being around."

He was surprised when Swansea scooted over, placing his hand firmly on Hawkes' shoulder (having to stretch his arm to the max limit) and looking Hawkes dead in the eyes.

"We all have skeletons in our closet. You gave us something that could only happen in a dream. I couldn't give less of a single fuck what people have to say, or what your past was like. You saved the people who were- are my world. My entire world. As far as I'm concerned, I'm indebted to you for the rest of my life and beyond."

Hawkes felt light stabs of pain in his eyes, fearing the onset of tears. It would not do for a Captain to cry in front of anyone, much less those he'd just brought back from the dead. It did not inspire confidence in others to see their highest authority lose his composure.

"Th...Thank you, Swansea." Hawkes said with a breaking voice, turning his head away to conceal the tears running down his cheeks. "You deserve the world, and I will g....give it to you no matter what."

Hawkes quickly stood up from the couch, covering his face with his hand and disguising it as a coughing fit, returning to the restroom once more.

How undignified! Hawkes raged at himself. The Captain of the ship, frequenting the stalls like some sort of blitzed bozo! This would be the last time he entered this cursed restroom... unless he genuinely needed to relieve himself, of course. He wasn't stupid. 

Hawkes opened the stall with the most leg room, sitting on the top of the toilet seat and pondering. The tears continued to stream down his cheeks, but it was easier to let it happen when no eyes were concentrated on him.

"What to do next?" He muttered confusedly, trying to piece together the next plan of action. He had given them comfort, provided them food and booze, given them the warmth and coziness of a social, fun atmosphere... what was next? What was... what was next?

Perhaps... perhaps after this, they could pass out here and wait until their room renovations were done. There were still two months left for the return trip; the rescue mission only took a year because the flight path was so spotty and indecipherable most of the time; yet another failing of that shit-bred fuck-wad useless detritus of a pithy company, Pony Express. 

"I'm gonna- heh! I'm gonna fucking eviscerate them in court. I'm gonna destroy their companies and find their names and home addresses. I'm gonna use my authority to police their transport to the prison systems and- GhhhRAAAH!"

He smacked himself in the head a multitude of times, utterly enraged at himself, knowing he'd already made a pact to discontinue physical torture- he was thinking of so many ways to help the Tulpar crew recover, he could barely conceive plans for the next day without thinking of everything involving them, and especially about the people who hurt them.

Why? Why was it so hard to help people? Why was it so complex? This wasn't a one-and-done issue like blowing up a pirate vessel, or capturing an integral enemy's team of scientists, or even hosting negotiations for a cruiser full of hostages. This was a day-to-day struggle of constantly maintaining and ensuring one's mental and physical states were okey dokey.

He wanted them to be okey dokey. FUCK! He wanted them to be okey dokey! Just to-

Knock, knock.

"Captain, can I use this stall? The other one's clogged with toilet paper."

"MOTHERF-"

Hawkes had been prepared to launch a barrage of verbal replies tinged with animosity, but decided against it. He sighed and covered his face with his hands. What was he thinking? Couldn't he just get his thoughts together?

"So... is that a no, then?"

"Name, rank and ID number, please."

That sentence alone sent whoever was behind the door scurrying out of the bathroom. Hawkes snickered, getting up and dusting himself off again.

"Fuckin' belligerents." He muttered, exiting the bathroom just in time to see Anya and Curly scuffling out of the Suite quietly. With concern, he quickly moved over to where Swansea was, sipping from a glass of wine while watching Daisuke, still dancing, and tapping his feet to the rhythm of the song.

"Hey hey, Swansea."

"Wazzaaaap, Hawkes." Swansea greeted him casually. "You havin' a good time?"

Hawkes nodded with a forced smile. His anxiety was gnawing at him over Curly and Anya's recent actions.

"I saw those two early scurrying off, are they going to do some dirty business?" Hawkes questioned mischieviously with a sly grin, putting on a clear facade to extract information. Swansea laughed and shook his head.

"No, no. They just said they were gonna have a private talk for a bit. I'm a bit thankful, cuz they were bringing down my energy for a while..."

"Uh huh!" Hawkes said dismissively as he immediately stood up and practically floated across the room to an empty corner, turning on his radio.

"Lilia, come in."

"Where do you think we should go? I was thinking we could try out Hephalia's Garden once we get back to Canaris!"

"Wh..What? Sure, whatever. Listen, I need you to-"

"REALLY???"

Hawkes was overwhelmed by the energy pouring out of the radio, and almost regretted whatever he had just agreed to. Still, his primary concern was Curly and Anya- he could deal with these other issues later on.

"Yes, really. I need you focused. Please get your spies to follow Curly and Anya, and whatever room they enter, route the wiretaps and hidden cameras to my headset and holopad."

"You got it, Hawkes."

Hawkes shivered slightly as the milky voice poured over the radio, before it turned off from the other end. Now that he had a few seconds to think, he realized he might just have agreed to a date with Lilia.

Oh, well. Whether or not it worked out, he knew there'd be no efficiency issue with the ship. Lilia was reliable by every standard, regardless of whatever emotions she had brewing inside her.

Having resolved the remainder of the issues, Hawkes sat down, tired, on the couch alongside Swansea, admiring the endurance and ability to dance that Daisuke possessed.

"Swansea, what do you think of me?" Hawkes muttered. Swansea looked over at him, then back at Daisuke, pondering.

...

"I think you're an amazing human being. Brought us back, spoiled us, gave us relief from the endless nightmare. I still have a hundred thousand questions about what the fuck is going on. I still don't fully trust this situation. I still partially think this is some twisted, long-form dream that I'm gonna wake up from and realize I'm still stuck on that piece of shit freighter."

Swansea exhaled, as if glad to voice his thoughts.

"But, for once in my fuckin' life, I actually feel... hope. I feel like I have a chance to breathe, like my chest isn't always tightened, choking and crushing me from the inside over time. I feel like I'd won the lottery. I had so many fuckin' wishes when I died... I had regrets like you wouldn't believe. Daisuke... his... past life... was un-fuckin-fair. I hated it beyond what words could do justice. I hated it."

He turned to Hawkes, with tired but ever-grateful eyes shining anew.

"But you... you managed to fix everything I wanted. You... fuck, you're like an actual savior. How the hell else could I describe you? I'm not going to brown-nose. But you did the impossible. And before my very eyes, is all the proof I need."

His eyes switched back to Daisuke, his face softened into new and youthful vigor.

"So what do I think of you... I think you can do no wrong, at this point. As long as you aren't some psycho bastard getting a kick out of seeing us happy again-"

Hawkes laughed, once again glad to see Swansea had similar thoughts to his.

"-Then as far as I'm concerned, you're someone whose corner I want to be in."

Hawkes bowed his head in deep appreciation, deeper than any he'd felt in his entire life.

"The feeling is mutual, Swansea. I will dedicate my life to protecting you, Anya, Curly and Daisuke."

Swansea chuckled somewhat awkwardly.

"Well, I didn't say you had to be our bodyguards the whole time, heh. But we appreciate it. You're a good soul, and I'm constantly grateful that you gave us this. All of this."

Hawkes nodded respectfully, his mind invaded totally by an urge to see this band of crewmates perpetually happy.

"Thank you, Swansea... I hope you don't mind. I need to tend to a radio call-"

Swansea waved him off gently, smiling. "Do what you gotta do. No need to coddle us."

Actually, that is precisely my job, Hawkes thought worriedly, tuning in to the radio that was buzzing alert notifications from Lilia.

"Lily, did you do it?"

"Yeah. Patch in to listen, whenever."

[dexare]

[COR: SHESHA CLEPSYDRA - CF/Local:1955] - Part 1 of 3

[Mythology Analysis - by Agent [99] of the DieWell Collective] [SEC/00.66.99 Taken Earth]

"....on the way it's spread throughout the system, we estimate....Across the endless cosmos, were stars align-🎶...hm!/hm!/hm!...

99: Kör, you've been taking your time with that. Is it done yet?

Kör: Defragmentation is at 60%. Would you like to see the available data?

🎶🎶🎶

99: What is this Kör?

Kör: According to the information contained in the document, this file contains a song sung by Minueta Jenkins herself alongside several images.

The song is a revision made by Minueta Jenkins of the Folk Song "Braker" witch itself is based on the mythology of the world serpent "SHESHA CLEPSYDRA"..

99: Hmm.. Why would a woman like Minueta ever make a song like this?..

@^#^&##.......&$#^.....

99: Ok, so here it is 98, we'll kinda.. long fulkimg~ story UL-right~~

98: Just hurry up and tell me.

99: Alright, so there's this dragon.. He/she who dafuck knows, it doesn't know how to fly, and obviously, feels pretty sad about it. He travels the world until one day, he straight-up meets a demon.

The demon, unlike 99% of the people, is actually a pretty cool dud, and because he has a few thousand years freed up, he decides hes going to help out the dragon and teach it how to fly.

Now there's a problem the dragon has been roaming around the planet too much. Not only are his bones too heavy, but girl is ripped to kingdom come. He's got mussels for days, way too heavy to ever actually fly.

There's this big ark after that about them meeting different people, and basically, this were this religion gets all it's moral and ideology from. As they search for a way to help the dragon fly, the Dragon meets different kinds of asssholes and obviously end up dying in the most gruesome way possible, basic holy book stuff.

During this ark, you would expect to see the Dragon and the Demon get closer, but you kinda get the vibe that there's a wall between them. On top of that, even though this religion centers around the Dragon, most of what you can call the good parts and lessons come from the Demon, with the dragon being the one that unintentionally starts the problem in the fish place, it not his fault but it almost like everything about the world hates him.

Eventually, though, the demon unlocks a hidden power within himself after having this big enlightenment moment where the Demon becomes an angel again and redeems himself in the eyes of ??? Who dafuck knows? another fucking mystery.

Anyway, thanks to this, he can use his deus machina, magic, bullshit to finally give the dragon the ability to fly.

There, this moment in the book, we're the demon try's to warn the dragon about something inside him, but since were reading the book from the perspective of the dragon, and the dragon doesn't give a fuck. We don't get to know more about this warning. Suffice it to say that the dragon is so hype up about fly that he instantaneously decides to Fly off not even bother to say farewell or thanks to the demon, in fact we never hear about the demon after the Dragon leaves him and we're left to wonder what happened to him.

The book gets pretty weird from this point on. Up until now, the book has been pretty on the level it's a fantasy world, so to us, it looks weird, but to the people of local 1955, all of this sounds as realistic as a history book. The only thing I can maybe compare it to is Revelations from Bible in The Taken Earth. It has that same level of weirdness and metaphoric meaning.

Here also, where the famous song comes in, it's the page before the final chapter of the book. Oh.. and there's something you need to keep in mind. These people are in the medival ages, so keep that in mind while I tell you this next bit.

..The Dragon rises to the sky and chooses to never stop, never wanting for her talons to feel dirt again. He flies hooping to embrace the deep eternal blue, uncaring of the cost to her heart.

The sky's true face is made known to it, and although her eyes flutter, the Dragon gaze could see past a blinding light. Black waters teaming with pearls, that his eye alone could see before him.

Stars that mear mortals could never see as the God's themselves danced around him bound to eternal circles, in the center of witch was heaven. In the far distance, pearls of all colors.

Dancing in paradise, the Dragon was blessed with the heaven's warm embrace as it took hold of him in Ernest...

Bunch of trash after that, then it pick back up back her..

... Leviathan grabbed a hold of the dragon as the heavens themselves casted him away. Rejeted by the heavens, the dragon fell into the tendrils of the great beast, who drug the dragon to the sea.

Dejected as he fell, his mind wondered to the past, rejecting the very concept of his fall. He rose with anger as he battered his body in Rebellion against the world around him.

The dragons mind fractured, having only his promise to hold him true.. piercing the sky, the dragon splinters all of the beasts tendrils as he looks from above, at the body of the great Leviathan. The word itself, as it stood before him, as he vaow to keep his promise, plugging to the ground with such a force that Leviathan body crumbles into dust...

98: I don't know it's kinda hard to fallow the way you're explaining things, man.

99: I know, i know, but we don't care about any of that. Just listen to this last bit, and you'll see what I'm getting at.

..The Dragon rebirth by the orb of Turin was given into the flames of the true heaven's light and grew to understand the lie of the sky. Making a new vaow of chaos, he burned with greater glory than the false heavens and slaughtered the gods as they danced around it.

Surrounded by jewels, the dragon heart was now empty, with her promise fulfilled the dragons fractured mind, was now laid bare to madness. The only hope of escaping to find her past. Traveling to the north, the Dragon found pure light, where nothing existed beyound vail turbulant water. Not the land, nor the jowels could pearce the light, and even as the dragon saw the ocean im rage fighting to get trought the edge of life itself, nothing it could escape the the turbulant waters.

Rebellion.. The Dragon stretched out his wing and, without a thought crossed towards the light.. To the north lays, three pyramids were the Dragon vaows to kill it own past.

98: The Dragon attack the Congregation??

99: Yep, and not just that, I figured out where he ends up. The Dragon ended up on Earth Prime of all places. If we can figure out when, then... you get what I'm saying..

98: Then we can sneak inside and get access to the speakers, private network, holy shit 99..."

[DELUSION] [REBELLION] [JEWELS]

[Personal Device recording of agent 98]

"99: Folk- me man.. he fucking broke again, Ahh..

98: What? Did he overheat again?

99: Yeah, fucker decided to process the the same.. what 12-13 images over 852 times in a row.. fucking idiot.

99: Fuck that like what.. 97 million Aberration tears just for a couples of images. Jesus, he is dumb. "

[FRESH AIR] [MEMORY] [HATRED]

99: I feel like the biggest question about this entire book is the promise the Dragon made. It is pretty obvious to us that the dragon made a promise or, I guess, vaow to Minueta, but I can never see Minute of all people asking the Dragon to destroy a planet.

98: I don't know, but I'd be careful about making assumptions about this. I feel like we don't actually know enough to read into it like this. I read a little yesterday, and I get the feeling the dragon isint as Holy as the book paints him out to be, plus during the ark where the dragon travels with the demon you see him constantly looking for loops holes in arguments. I wouldn't be surprised if Minueta made a totally normal request only for the dragon to twist it for its own needs."

"99: I feel like you're trusting the Contance Foundation and Minueta, too much.

98: Maybe, but like you said, I don't see Minueta of all people asking for the end of some randome planet. By the way, what's up with the wizard dud in the image?

99: Aw yeah, that guy.. the books dosent mention him, but apparently, there's a separate scroll that talks about him. He knows as the Turin of Sahsha as apparently he'd been hunting the dragon until a woman killed him. You can guess who that was.

It pretty gruesome the way she kills him too, reminds me of when the dragon flies back up after being cast down into the ocean, apparently he twisted and contorted his entire body as he flew back up creating a tornado that split appart the planets atmosphere along side its magnetic field. "

98: Jesus man that fucking brutal.. did all of that already happen or is local/1955 still around.

99: On the galactic calendar well.. no, not yet, for us at least. It's still what 2 years out, I think. That is enough time for us to get ready. Apparently, the thing that gets the Contance Foundation to show up on Local/1955 is the arrival of the Phoenix version of the Dragon, so it's one of those loops where time keeps repeating. Works out for us since it gives us the perfect chance to steal from them.

98: Depends.. I'm still looking into what happens during the attack."

CHRONICLES OF REBELLION | FRACTURE [SHESHA CLEPSYDRA PART 1 OF 3]

Chronicles of Rebellion Track 09 - Braker Dans l'ombre des montagnes, un dragon rêve, Des ailes de feu, il désire qu'elles s'élèvent, Un démon bienveillant, avec un sourire, Lui montre les cieux, lui enseigne à s'envoler. Flieg, oh Drache, in den Himmel so weit, Die Sterne rufen, gib deiner Seele das Geleit. Doch in deinem Herzen, ein Schatten so tief, Eine alte Versprechen, das niemand dir schrieb. Il lève son regard, les étoiles scintillent, Un appel mystérieux, une histoire qui brille. Cherchant un destin, illustre et grand, Dans l'infini, il s'élance, le cœur battant. Flieg, oh Drache, die Weite ist klar, Die Hoffnung zu finden, es ist alles so nah. Doch die Stimme der Erinnerung, sie murmure so sacht, Ein ewiges Versprechen, das ihn in sich bewacht. Mais à chaque battement, la promesse résonne, Une chaîne invisible, un poids qu'il frissonne. Il veut l'oublier, fuir cette contrainte, Mais en lui, une flamme, une lutte l’atteinte. Er kämpft gegen das Echo, will die Freiheit spüren, Die Sterne, sie rufen, doch die Fesseln regieren. Im Herzen ein Sturm, die Dunkelheit weicht, Doch die Stimme der Treue, die niemals vergeicht. Alors il se rappelle, de son serment ancien, Le voler est un art, mais le cœur a son chemin. Dans un geste de foi, il choisit d’obéir, Plongeant dans la terre, décidé à périr. Mit einem lauten Donnerschlag bricht er die Erde, Die Maßen zerfällt, und die Sterne vergerben. Sein Herz schlägt schnell, in der Dunkelheit weit, Er hatte gewählt, in der Stille der Zeit. Il a volé, même au prix de sa chute, Sa promesse le guide, sa peur l’influte. Le dragon renaît, de ses cendres, il s’élève, Un destin trouvé, comme un souffle en trêve. Flieg, oh Drache, zurück zu dir selbst, In der Dunkelheit strahlst du, wie ein Licht in der Welt. Sein Versprechen nun stark, führt ihn zur Ruh, Der Drache, der fliegt, ist endlich er selbst, im neuen Licht, im neuen Flug.

[castellsipalaus]

Château Gaillard

Si hi ha un prototip de castell normand, es pot parlar del Château Gaillard, tot i que avui és en ruïnes. Es troba a la vora del riu Sena, entre París i Rouen. La seva construcció va començar l'any 1196 sota el regnat del rei d’Anglaterra Ricard Cor de Lleó, que també tenia entre altres possessions a França el ducat de Normandia.

La construcció d’un castell a l’època medieval era cara, però la majoria de les obres del Château Gaillard es van fer en un període de temps inusualment curt. Només van trigar dos anys i, al mateix temps, es va construir el poble de Petit Andely.

El castell té un disseny complex i avançat, i utilitza els primers principis de fortificació concèntrica; també va ser un dels primers castells europeus que va utilitzar l’estructura dels castells fortificats que els croats van bastir a Síria. El castell consta de tres recintes separats per fossats secs, amb una torre al recinte interior, que el feia pràcticament inexpugnable.

Château Gaillard va ser capturat el 1204 pel rei de França Felip II després d'un llarg setge. A mitjans del segle XIV, el castell va ser la residència a l’exili del rei David II d'Escòcia. El castell va canviar de mans diverses vegades durant la Guerra dels Cent Anys, però el 1449 la monarquia francesa el va capturar definitivament arrabassant-lo definitivament al rei anglès.

Enric IV de França va ordenar l'enderrocament del Château Gaillard el 1599. Tot i que en aquell moment ja estava en ruïnes, es va considerar que era una amenaça per a la seguretat de la població local en una ubicació relativament propera a les possessions dels Habsburg espanyols a Flandes. El seu desballestament va ser suspés a principis del segle XVII, però reempresa per ordres del cardenal Richelieu pocs anys després.

[momtaku]

Had to dip out for a sec and help my folks with groceries but anyway - here's your second video, which is what I had @tsuki-no-ura watch:

Character Tales - "Zhongli: An Additional Expense" | Genshin Impact

https://youtu.be/CvCzYbVei04

Enjoy! :D

I think the assignment is has my impression changed? Ehhh. He's still sort of "Wah Wa Wa Wah Wa Wa" when he talks except I don't know why he's working at a funeral home (is he?? ) when - as someone who recognizes the value of "noctilucous jade, artisan porcelain, and a pair of cor lapis" - he clearly belongs as host of The Antiques Road Show. I really do like that when he was out to dinner with his boyfie and was offered a choice of the special dish or his old favorite he reaction was BOTH! I approve!

But for sure, he seems like a man with endless money to burn and countless lectures to give. I like him.

[reviewstopdicas]

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[codewithrandomartical]

CodeBattle: The Ultimate 1v1 Real-Time Coding Battle Platform

Introduction

Hello coder! How are you , In the world of competitive programming and coding challenges, real-time battles are becoming increasingly popular. CodeBattle is a cutting-edge 1v1 real-time coding battle platform designed to test programmers’ skills in a fast-paced MCQ-based format. Whether you’re a beginner or an experienced coder, CodeBattle offers an exciting and challenging way to improve your coding knowledge.

In this article, we will dive deep into the development of CodeBattle, covering project structure, technology stack, real-time matchmaking, styling tips, and live demo setup. Additionally, we will provide code snippets to help you understand the implementation better.

Features of CodeBattle

Real-time 1v1 Coding Battles

MCQ-based Questions with a 20-second timer

Live Scoreboard

Leaderboard System (Daily, Weekly, and All-time Rankings)

Secure Authentication (Google/Firebase Login)

Admin Panel to manage questions & users

Fully Responsive UI

Tech Stack: React (Next.js), Node.js, Express.js, MongoDB, and Socket.io

Project Structure

CodeBattel/ ├── frontend/ # React (Next.js) UI │ ├── components/ # Reusable Components │ ├── pages/ # Next.js Pages (Home, Play, Leaderboard, etc.) │ ├── styles/ # CSS Modules / Tailwind CSS │ └── utils/ # Helper Functions │ ├── backend/ # Node.js Backend │ ├── models/ # MongoDB Models │ ├── routes/ # Express Routes (API Endpoints) │ ├── controllers/ # Business Logic │ ├── config/ # Configuration Files │ ├── socket/ # Real-time Matchmaking with Socket.io │ └── index.js # Main Server Entry Point │ └── README.md # Project Documentation

Building the Frontend with React (Next.js)

1. Installing Dependencies

npx create-next-app@latest codebattel cd codebattel npm install socket.io-client axios tailwindcss npm install --save firebase

2. Setting up Tailwind CSS

npx tailwindcss init -p

Edit tailwind.config.js:module.exports = { content: ["./pages/**/*.{js,ts,jsx,tsx}", "./components/**/*.{js,ts,jsx,tsx}"], theme: { extend: {}, }, plugins: [], };

Developing the 1v1 Battle System

1. Setting Up Real-Time Matchmaking

import { io } from "socket.io-client"; import { useEffect, useState } from "react";const socket = io("http://localhost:5000");export default function BattleRoom() { const [question, setQuestion] = useState(null); const [timer, setTimer] = useState(20); useEffect(() => { socket.emit("joinBattle"); socket.on("newQuestion", (data) => { setQuestion(data); setTimer(20); }); }, []); return ( <div> <h1>CodeBattel</h1> {question && ( <div> <h2>{question.text}</h2> <ul> {question.options.map((opt, index) => ( <li key={index}>{opt}</li> ))} </ul> <p>Time Left: {timer} sec</p> </div> )} </div> ); }

Building the Backend with Node.js & Socket.io

1. Installing Dependencies

npm init -y npm install express socket.io mongoose cors dotenv

2. Creating the Server

const express = require("express"); const http = require("http"); const { Server } = require("socket.io"); const app = express(); const server = http.createServer(app); const io = new Server(server, { cors: { origin: "*" } });let rooms = []; io.on("connection", (socket) => { socket.on("joinBattle", () => { if (rooms.length > 0) { let room = rooms.pop(); socket.join(room); io.to(room).emit("newQuestion", { text: "What is React?", options: ["Library", "Framework", "Language", "None"] }); } else { let newRoom = "room-" + socket.id; rooms.push(newRoom); socket.join(newRoom); } }); });server.listen(5000, () => console.log("Server running on port 5000"));

Live Demo Setup

Clone the repo:

git clone https://github.com/ashutoshmishra52/codebattel.git cd codebattel

Install dependencies:

npm install && cd backend && npm install

Run the project:

npm run dev

Open http://localhost:3000 in your browser.

FAQ

Q1: What is CodeBattle?

CodeBattle is a 1v1 real-time coding battle platform where players answer multiple-choice questions under a 20-second timer.

Q2: How does matchmaking work?

Players are randomly paired in real time using Socket.io.

Q3: Can I add my own questions?

Yes! The Admin Panel allows you to add/edit/delete MCQs.

Q4: How do I contribute?

Check out the GitHub repository and submit a pull request.

About the Author

Ashutosh Mishra is a full-stack developer, AI researcher, and content writer with 4+ years of experience. He is the founder of CodeWithAshutosh, a platform dedicated to teaching web development, AI, and competitive coding.

For more coding tutorials and projects, follow Ashutosh Mishra.

Conclusion

CodeBattle is an innovative way to enhance your coding skills in a competitive environment. With real-time battles, an engaging UI, and a powerful backend, it stands out as a top-tier coding battle platform. Start coding, challenge your friends, and rise up the leaderboard!

[mongowheelie]

Trump Press Sec. Conveniently Forgets Constitution While Bashing AP

Source: The New Republic

Trump Press Sec. Conveniently Forgets Constitution While Bashing AP

Source: The New Republic

[geiza2023]

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Agadir : 1ère session de la Chambre de commerce : le port sec et la ligne maritime Agadir-Dakar à l’ordre du jour

La Chambre de commerce, d’industrie et de services du Souss-Massa (CCIS – Souss-Massa) tiendra sa première session ordinaire de l’année 2025, à son siège, le mardi 11 février à 9h30. Cette session se déroule conformément aux dispositions du Dahir n° 1.20.84, promulgué le 25 Rabii II 1442 (cor. au 11 décembre 2020), portant exécution de la loi n° 19-08 modifiant et complétant la loi  n° 38-12…

[pentesttestingcorp]

Fix CORS Misconfigurations in Laravel: A Guide to Securing Your Application

Introduction

Cross-Origin Resource Sharing (CORS) is crucial for defining how resources on a server can be accessed by web pages from a different domain. However, CORS misconfigurations in Laravel can expose your application to significant security vulnerabilities, allowing malicious actors to access sensitive resources.

In this blog, we'll explore what CORS misconfigurations are, how to detect them, and how to resolve them with practical Laravel coding examples. We’ll also show how you can leverage our free Website Security Scanner tool to assess your website's security posture.

What is CORS and Why Does It Matter?

CORS defines the rules for accessing resources from a different origin. For instance, if your Laravel application at https://example.com allows requests from https://anotherdomain.com, it needs a properly configured CORS policy.

If misconfigured, attackers could exploit your application to perform malicious actions such as unauthorized access, data theft, or execution of harmful scripts.

Common CORS Misconfigurations in Laravel

Wildcard (*) in Allowed Origins: Allowing all origins (*) without proper restrictions exposes your application to any domain.

Misuse of HTTP Methods: Failing to limit the methods (GET, POST, etc.) can allow unintended operations.

Incorrect Preflight Response Headers: Misconfigurations in the preflight response (OPTIONS request) might lead to improper resource sharing.

Detecting CORS Misconfigurations with Our Free Tool

Before diving into coding solutions, use our free Website Security Checker tool to detect vulnerabilities in your website.

Screenshot of the free tools webpage where you can access security assessment tools.

The above screenshot shows how easy it is to initiate a website security scan. Simply enter your website URL and let our tool analyze potential misconfigurations, including CORS vulnerabilities.

Fixing CORS Misconfigurations in Laravel

1. Configuring CORS in Laravel

Laravel simplifies CORS configuration with the fruitcake/laravel-cors package. Follow these steps to secure your application:

Step 1: Install the CORS Package Run the following command to add the package to your project:

composer require fruitcake/laravel-cors

Step 2: Publish the Configuration File

php artisan vendor:publish --tag="cors"

This will create a cors.php file in your config directory.

Step 3: Configure Allowed Origins Open the config/cors.php file and specify your allowed origins, methods, and headers:

return [ 'paths' => ['api/*', 'sanctum/csrf-cookie'], 'allowed_methods' => ['GET', 'POST'], 'allowed_origins' => ['https://trusted-domain.com'], 'allowed_headers' => ['Content-Type', 'X-Requested-With'], 'supports_credentials' => false, ];

This restricts access to only trusted domains while allowing specific methods and headers.

2. Handling Preflight Requests

Preflight requests are sent to check whether the actual request is allowed. You can handle them in your middleware:

public function handle($request, Closure $next) { $response = $next($request); $response->headers->set('Access-Control-Allow-Origin', 'https://trusted-domain.com'); $response->headers->set('Access-Control-Allow-Methods', 'GET, POST'); $response->headers->set('Access-Control-Allow-Headers', 'Content-Type, X-Requested-With'); return $response; }

Testing Your Fixes

After updating your configuration, re-scan your website with our free tool to check Website Vulnerability and verify if the misconfiguration is resolved.

An Example of a vulnerability assessment report generated with our free tool, providing insights into possible vulnerabilities.

The report will highlight resolved issues and any additional security measures you can implement.

Conclusion

CORS misconfigurations in Laravel can significantly weaken your web application's security. By following the steps outlined above and leveraging our free Website Security Checker tool, you can ensure your application is secure from exploitation.

Addressing CORS vulnerabilities is just one step in creating a robust cybersecurity strategy. Stay proactive, keep your configurations updated, and routinely test your website for vulnerabilities.

Take action now! Secure your Laravel application today and protect your business from potential threats.

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