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speakersyouneedllc · 2 months ago
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Administrative Training for Government Employees
Enhance administrative skills tailored for government employees. Our training improves efficiency and productivity in government roles. For more information visit our website: https://speakersyouneed.com/
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trainingmasters · 2 years ago
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The significance of business management and leadership training
Strategies and plans, and other tactical management-associated activities, implemented in the organization with the intent to enhance the development, or regularise and run the day-to-day business properly in an organized way, can be said to constitute business management. It particularly implies the strategic planning of policies, guidelines, and the pertaining procedures, that must be carried out in order to assure the correct running of an organization.
Enabling a solid foundation for business decisions that have to be taken and tasks, activities, and other relevant procedures that are set to meet the necessary objectives and render the organization in a better position while coping with customer expectations and needs are some of the vital aspects that business management should be looking into. Aside from that, business management provides the tools required for observing and forecasting trends, controlling and fine-tuning key activities, and measuring performance. Aiming to bring into effect continuous improvement processes in the company, developing solutions that are profit-oriented, monitoring the organization’s diverse tasks, such as sales and marketing, purchasing, and the development of human resources, providing efficient leadership and staff supervision, manipulating and deploying financial, technological, and other relevant resources, and assisting an integrated effort in the direction of achieving the company's objectives are the main focus of business management.
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An organization must have an effective leader in order to achieve all of its management objectives. While this quality can only be found in very few gifted individuals, one can develop these leadership qualities through experience and good practices as well. While in general, leadership can be considered the talent of motivating a group, a team, or an individual towards achieving a collective goal, in a regular business, it necessarily involves guiding employees to meet the company's needs. Particularly in this field, adversities can surface and crop up at any time. Hence, in order to emerge as an effectiveness management leader, one must be in a position to respond and tackle the challenges with extreme intelligence, strategic thinking, and meticulous expertise. Individuals with leadership qualities always look and work towards the accomplishment of business goals and pre-set company objectives.
By greatly influencing the outlook of their staff and team and communicating well, they mentor the employees to meet the set objectives. However, in order to become a consistent and dynamic leader or management professional with the necessary skills and capabilities, and to move one step closer to achieving organizational goals, proper and accurate training is required. Training Masters Workforce Institute Pte. Ltd., a WSQ-approved training and consultancy services institute, provides the best leadership training courses in Singapore. It is intended to rank leadership and management capabilities, make available a proven plan for business leaders, and help them keep up-to-date with the latest trends through accurately designed training programs that enable them to perform more efficiently and productively.
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carionto · 11 months ago
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We fail alone, we excel together
Formations are a staple of effective drills, training, and practice in every military across the Galaxy. They are a showcase of unity, leadership, trust, and loyalty. And fancy outfits. Gotta go for a style victory when actual wars are quite uncommon.
Humans are pretty good at this sort of thing. Not the best, as there is always some inconsistency, somebody doing their own thing, or improvising a solution to a fumble. Honestly, theirs are one of the more interesting to watch. It takes a lot of effort for some to conform to a herd style behavior, and it shows.
One time, a soldier tripped and was about to drop their knife, but thinking quickly, they began to juggle it, along with an ammo magazine and a sidearm they quickly pulled out. Aside from surprising everyone with their juggling skills, the surrounding soldiers noticed immediately, and, without a word, began to juggle with the same items as well.
But it wasn't chaotic - first, once the first loop was done, the soldiers in front, behind and to the sides of the first one started juggling in sync, and with each completed loop it spread the same way, creating this beautiful expanding diamond effect.
Not everyone was equally skilled, of course, and some ripples started to appear. However, since they all knew how long until the current parade music ended, the soldier in the center of the formation, not the original one, stopped juggling, and with each loop the inner layers also stopped. When the final corner soldiers put all the items in their place, the song also came to an end and a new one took its place.
Afterwards, we heard the colonel of that battalion issued an official reprimand for not following the rehearsed performance. Unofficially he praised them, as he himself had been approached by a general about this "surprise addition" and admired his "unorthodox thinking" and "proactive decision making". The colonel obviously lied and gleefully (well, as gleeful as a gritty military veteran with lofty ambitions can get) accepted the praise and promised to deliver other surprises in the future when they would prove most effective.
Big nonsense exchange of words that simply meant the soldiers doing all the actual doings would now have to actually prepare some kind of new and impressive feat. If there is one thing you can rely on, is higher ups turning everything you do into more work...
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redesigningxmen · 2 months ago
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REDESIGNING MIRAGE
That’s no mirage you’re seeing, that’s our group taking on Dani Moonstar, aka Mirage! One of the New Mutants from the 80s book, Dani has long been that team’s leader and served in different leadership roles. She’s most notable for being one of the X-Men’s most prominent Native American characters. Her identity is so central to her character, she refused to wear the standard New Mutants training uniform without adding pieces from her Cheyanne heritage.
Our team considered both Dani’s unique power - the ability to manifest someone’s greatest hopes or fears into realistic illusions - and her Indigenous background when redesigning her. Taking on a character so strongly rooted in such a specific - and non-White - culture meant approaching the design with respect, and of course always with an eye towards an exciting design!
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"For Dani I drew on two prominent western themed pieces of media from my childhood. Firstly my father's favourite John Wayne film;  1965's The Sons of Katie Elder and secondly, the 1987 ridiculous children's cartoon BraveStarr. Both of these properties, whilst flawed, gave me a love of Americana/ Wild-Western aesthetics. With this in mind, I wanted to create a vintage-style western movie poster that centred Dani as the protagonist. In particular, I imagined her in the recognizable role of Sheriff, given her established characterization as a protector."
SSTArtwork | @/sstartwork
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"I did two looks for Dani, one is more of a practical field uniform, with padded armour sections and oversized gloves. I've added an extra skill to her power set, as well as creating arrows and bows, she can now create a psychic vulture, which I envision swooping onto an enemy and ripping at the fears and drawing them out, or the desires, to varying effects. The second look is more Valkyrie based, with more opulent armour and headpieces harkening back to her initial days as a Valkyrie. In this state, all her powers are boosted and her bird becomes much larger, around about the size of a very large condor. She can use the bird as an aid in battle, for gliding, shields etc etc."
Alex Buckland | @/blueromanticss
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"Dani's culture has always been really important to her so I tried my best to incorporate that into my design! "
Thwwip Stickers | @/Thwwip_Stickers
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Dani is one of my top two most fave New Mutants and a character I’ve always loved in the comics my entire time as an X-Men reader ( since I was 6…I’m old lol)
"I had two Goals with this redesign.
I wanted to move Dani into a cyberpunk futurism feel…as I feel like it’s time for all the X-Men to be ushered into the age of CyberPunk.
I really wanted to grow Dani up. My goal wasn’t to do an entire redesign from the ground up, but rather take what she’s had and mature her. Dani, as well as most of the New Mutants, have a tendency to to revert or be written like teens again and it was high time that we start viewing Dani as the strong, mature, dynamic member of the X-Men she truly is.
I wanted to use style lines and shapes that evoked Indigenous Futurism without (seeing as I am not indigenous) just covering her in a bunch of patterns and regalia that might not be appropriate for Dani as a member of the Cheyenne Tribe. I wanted to really make her seem like a hunter while still honoring her indigenous and mutant roots."
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dirtboy-merc · 5 months ago
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mass effect: andromeda was not a bad game and i will DIE on this hill.
it was doomed from the start because of the original ME trilogy. like, how the fuck can you follow up on that? three games where we become attached to these beloved characters. more time to build up and flesh out a story (reaper story kinda sucks though not gonna lie) and ryder just had no chance when they're put up against shepard. ryder was an inexperienced kid who was barred from the alliance due to the AI research alec was doing, and then was thrust into a role of leadership with zero training. of course they're going to struggle and flounder, and OF COURSE they're going to try to be as diplomatic as possible. who wants to start a war immediately upon arriving in a new galaxy and your people are dying? they're not a 'goody-goody two-shoes,' they're just a kid trying to salvage this disaster they were thrust into after the loss of their father.
SAM gets a lot of flack too, just because he isn't EDI. i find SAM to be really charming and adorable. he's almost childlike in his evolution as he grows with ryder and their experiences together. i loved their bond.
yes, the game launched badly with glitches. yes, the facial animations can be goofy as hell (i personally adore it, they make me laugh) and yes, some of the writing is questionable. but it really wasn't the shitshow people make it out to be.
also the combat is hands down some of the best in the franchise, and even in the genre in general.
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theic-manic · 19 days ago
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I am an Apollo devotee and worship Athena...
So of course when I pray to them both about how my new role is one of those positions that some of the most intelligent colleagues I consider smarter than me refuse to do, so naturally I've been feeling huge impostor syndrome 2 weeks into it they get my trainer to compliment my intellect.
My trainer is someone who has trained leadership within my section and is also an accountant: "You're too intelligent for this role, and I love hearing you talk"
Thank you Apollo and Athena for supporting me during this intense time.
Thank you Aphrodite for assisting me in being likeable and even occasionally charming in the workplace.
Thanks Hermes for yet again helping me to communicate effectively, including educating HR on how to ensure that written content is accessible.
May you and Athena continue to accept my mundane acts of unwitting devotion. 🙏
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serpentface · 3 months ago
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what is the wardi zodiac system like? what's the worst and best signs, and how seriously do people take the stars youre born under?
Ok here's a full overview because I had this like 75% typed up already
The Wardi zodiac is a very direct interpretation of each constellation the sun passes through in its ecliptic over the course of the year. There is no attempt to divide these signs evenly throughout the year (as in the western zodiac), rather every single constellation the sun passes has its own zodiac sign (ie the sun only passes the tail of the Lion for about a week of the year, while the sun takes about a month to pass through the entirety of the Gull, making the former a significantly less common sign than the latter).
As such, there are 20 astrological signs in the base system (all of which are animals). Seven of the base signs correlate directly with the seven Faces of God (the zodiac system actually predated this religion, and some preexisting signs may have been retroactively modified to fit). All of these seven signs are considered auspicious and highly positive (though still ascribed some negative personality traits), and are seen as uniquely blessed by their respective Face.
One’s zodiac sign is assumed to be highly informative of their nature and personality. One’s birthsign is described as ‘(constellation)-born’, and the personality associated gains an epithet of ‘(constellation)-faced’. IE: Someone born under the sign of the ox is Ganops (ox-born), to have the personality associated is to be Ganmachen (ox-faced).
The faces associated with the birthsigns may be used as complimentary epithets in speech and verse when the sign is considered auspicious (ie “Lion-faced Faiza”/“Faiza odomachen”), or used disparagingly, especially “dog-faced” (chinmachen), a fairly common insult that describes someone as vicious and lowly.
A birthsign is taken very seriously within the Imperial Wardi cultural sphere, but does not necessarily have fundamental impact upon the average person's daily life. There can be social benefits and detriments associated- many people will want to avoid association with certain birthsigns, or will use them as a basis to judge character. Those in leadership positions may particularly benefit from having an auspicious sign or hiding an inauspicious one. If you exist in the public eye, your sign is extremely likely to come under scrutiny and invite judgments of character, or to add ammunition to other judgments (ie it is frequently noted when unpopular historical kings were dog-born).
They're also usually taken into account for marriage arrangements, as there are established senses of compatibility among the birthsigns. This is most prominent at levels of wealth where one can afford to be choosy about arrangements, but not so high that the arrangement itself is political in nature (thus superseding concerns about compatibility).
The most significance of one's birthsign in day to day life is in the context of astrology and of traditional medicine (a holistic practice that takes a variety of physical and spiritual factors into account). The position of the stars and other celestial bodies are considered to have very strong effects on the world and individuals, as an aspect of God's spirit and Its perpetual flow through the world (the Faces Mitlamache, Inyamache, and especially Kusomache preside most heavily over the movements of the heavens). The common person is unlikely to do a detailed consultation of the stars daily, but will often seek the services of an astrologer before making major moves or life changes, or to help identify sickness. Priests devoted to Kusomache are universally trained in astrology and often provide these services, as are most healers.
BASE ZODIAC SIGNS
Ox: An auspicious sign. Considered to be hardy in nature, patient, hard workers, slow to anger but dangerous when riled, blessed with natural physical strength. They are also regarded as exceedingly stubborn and prone to grudges. The constellation is seen as an ox kneeling at rest.
Lion: An auspicious sign. Considered to have excellent leadership qualities, a heroic and regal disposition, mental acuity, and blessed with natural talent as warriors. They may be overly proud and domineering, aggressive. The constellation is seen as a maned lion mid-stride.
Khait: An auspicious sign. Considered to have spirited personalities, a tendency towards romanticism, and blessed with natural athleticism and virility (in men) and susceptible to the influence of the sun. They are considered prone to over-competitiveness and lustfulness, chasing after whims. The constellation is seen as a leaping khait, with a bright red star as its eye.
Gull: An auspicious sign. Gull-born are considered worldly and knowledgeable, blessed with good fortune, but often somewhat foolish and slow to learn their lessons. The constellation is seen as a gull with its wings spread wide.
Serpent: An auspicious sign. Considered intelligent, quiet, philosophically inclined, good politicians and wise rulers, uniquely blessed with wisdom and uniquely susceptible to the influence of the traveling stars (planets, comets). They may also be conniving and prone to plotting, and make dangerous foes. The constellation is seen as a two-headed, coiling serpent.
Aurochs: An auspicious sign, distinct from ox-born but with some similar qualities. Considered are strong-natured, hard workers, and naturally inclined towards physical strength. They are also considered to be quick to rile and to have bad tempers. Believed to be blessed with especially good fertility and to be highly susceptible to the influence of the moons. The constellation is seen as a bull aurochs with lowered horns.
Duck: An auspicious sign. They are considered wise and thrifty, graciously mannered, excellent romantic partners and parents, blessed with fertility and beauty, but often disorganized and unreliable, naive. The constellation is seen as a duck upon the water.
Horse: Considered docile and nurturing, honest, drawn to poetry and art. They may be overly anxious and dependent on others, regarded as a feeble-natured sign. The constellation is seen as a grazing horse.
Hare: Considered to be cunning, independent, jovial and friendly, but cowardly and avoidant of consequences, lacking in proper respect. The constellation is seen as a running hare.
Dragon: A sign based off a legendary animal that flies and hunts in thunderstorms, with a beaked mouth, horns, the neck of a snake, and body of a hawk. Considered egotistical, demanding, and prone to mood swings, likely to lead a tempestuous life, but a good ally to compatible signs who can match their energy. The constellation is seen as a dragon in flight.
Dog: Usually considered an inauspicious sign. Dog-born have strength in cunning and loyalty, and are considered aggressive but cowardly, often foolish and greedy, lustful, unambitious. The constellation occurs at the foot of the Hunter constellation, identified as either a loyal hunting dog following its master or a lowly scavenger looking for scraps.
King Hyena: Somewhat inauspicious, but given many respectable qualities. They are considered to have powerful and commanding personalities and natural talent as warriors. They are characterized as tyrannical in positions of power and prone to theft, often untrustworthy, brutally pragmatic. The constellation is seen as a stalking king hyena, low to the ground.
Leviathan: Considered somewhat slow-natured and quiet, closed off in personality and difficult to know. The constellation is seen as a swimming leviathan.
Rat: A somewhat inauspicious sign. Considered to be clever and frugal, very sociable, good with business, but ascribed a ruthless low cunning and greediness. The constellation is seen as a rat standing on its hind legs.
Gazelle: Considered gentle natured, emotional, easily worried and pessimistic, avoidant of conflict. The constellation is seen as a leaping gazelle.
Polecat: Considered to have a brave yet foolhardy and carefree nature, often to their own detriment. The constellation is seen as a polecat in the act of the war dance.
Scorpion: A less auspicious counterpart to the serpent as having a potentially treacherous and duplicitous nature, but pragmatic and hardy, thoughtful and quiet. The constellation is seen as a scorpion with its tail arched.
Crow: Largely inauspicious, associated with crows as negative omens. Characterized as intelligent but with a low, cynical and opportunistic nature and a tendency to hold pointless grudges. The constellation is seen as two crows in flight.
Catfish: Considered to have a hardy, simple personality, great patience and wisdom. The constellation is seen as three catfish trapped in a dwindling pool, awaiting the rains.
Pheasant: Considered naturally beautiful, confident and self-assured, foolish and egotistical, prone to vanity. The constellation is seen as a pheasant with a trailing tail.
Main character birthsigns:
Palo: dragon
Tigran: hare
Couya: crow
Faiza: lion
Janeys: dog
Brakul: ox
Hibrides: catfish
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shantechni · 1 year ago
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The reason I think of 2012 Donnie as being the third oldest isn't entirely because of how Raph messes with him, or his strong middle child energy that repeatedly makes itself known, or how Leo and Raph are more invested in their training than him and Mikey, or how he interacts with Mikey in a way that he doesn't with the others.
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It's because of how easily he's swayed and influenced by his brothers.
Donnie is often seen as the type to ruminate extensively over what would be the right thing to do and how to do something the right way, a habit that Leo is well known for exhibiting as well. This is best exampled by when he got on Mikey's case for not properly defending against seoi nage. Even though Mikey's manner of fighting and defending are effective, it's not satisfactory to Donnie because it wasn't the proper way of doing things.
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And, on Leo's end, we see it best exampled by him wanting his brothers to do things 'the right way' instead of 'their way'. It's something the two occasionally have to be reminded not to do, both to others and themselves, but getting things done in a manner that's expected of them is something they take pride in. It ties in with Donnie's ceaseless desire to be accurate about things, not because he necessarily needs to, but because he likes to be accurate and it's important to him on a personal level.
This goes hand in hand with Donnie exuding a strong sense of responsibility that not even Raph displays too often unless Leo is out of commission. We see this a lot in how he usually sticks by Leo when patrolling or surveying a situation, where as Raph and Mikey tend to hang back and fool around while counting the minutes.
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Beyond that though, Donnie held Splinter's words in high regard when he told him Timothy was his responsibility, and he sided with Leo about bringing the mutated squirrels to the lair, the complete opposite of Raph and Mikey who were vehemently opposed to the idea. He worked ceaselessly to create retromutagen for Kirby and Karai, and he ran himself ragged working to find a cure for the Shredder's brain worms. There was no guarantee that he would've ever figured these out, especially after many failed attempts (and he never could create a cure for the worms), but he stuck to the tasks he assigned himself because he felt a strong responsibility to aid those he cares for and wanted to keep his word.
Just like Leo.
Of course he gets quite a bit of that from Raph as well, but it's as clear as a window recently lathered with windex that Raph had a much bigger influence on Donnie's temperament. He easily gets agitated under stress, or no stress whatsoever as we saw when he blew up over something as small as Mikey spilling popcorn on him, and he complains quite a lot or is quick to snap when things aren't going his way (yet another thing Raph does).
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More than the tendency to dish out sarcastic comments and insults like it's Halloween, they're also the only ones to doubt Leo's leadership and they don't hold back one bit. Raph may be the most vocal, but Donnie exhibited leader tendencies long before the S2 finale and, like Raph, isn't fond of being told what to do if it doesn't align for him. The internal conflict in Follow the Leader was heavily instigated by Raph not wanting to fight like Leo, with Donnie all too easily falling into step with him and convincing Mikey to follow suit for a brief stint. It's moments like these that puts Donnie's desire to do things the right way on the back burner and brings forth his desire to do things his right way.
The biggest thing, or person, that made Donnie go back and forth between Leo and Raph though, was Karai.
When Donnie is first introduced to her, he immediately dislikes her for her carefree nature that puts those around her in a dangerous situation, as well as her lack of regard for anyone other than herself. And then, when Leo reveals that she's in the Foot, he has all the more reason to dislike and distrust her, something that everyone agrees on to albeit varying degrees.
Funnily enough though, when Karai tries to form an alliance with the turtles to fight the Kraang, Donnie, despite him preaching about her not being trustworthy minutes prior, sides with Mikey when Leo looks to them for an answer while Raph still remains suspicious of the situation.
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Then, when Karai approaches them and claims to believe Splinter is her father, Donnie sides with Leo, despite his previous misgivings about her in The Manhattan Project Part 1. Him and Raph were the most outspoken about her upbringing and current place in their lives as a villain as they grappled with the fact that she's Splinter's daughter. But this time, he wholeheartedly believed her and trusted her to some extent, and he's as shocked as Leo and Mikey when she confesses to them. Her moment of betrayal was just enough for Donnie to go back to Raph's side and question Leo's desire to find and rescue her. The two don't want to bother with her anymore, but they still follow their leader when it's clear that Leo isn't changing his mind.
Even though I just chronicled Donnie flip flopping between Leo and Raph, I did also mention him siding with Mikey on one instance, and their long story with Karai wasn't the only one. When they get pulled into an alternate dimension reminiscent of feudal Japan with an anthropomorphic rabbit as their only guide, they have to rely on Usagi while aiding him on his journey with Kintaro, but Leo gets fed up with his leadership being undermined (as well as being thrust into trouble they didn't ask for) and orders his brothers to follow him while they find a way out of this dimension. Mikey is the first to speak up about how dangerous (and idiotic really) Leo's idea sounds since they're in unfamiliar land, and Donnie immediately says Mikey's right, showing that he also wasn't keen on traversing with no clear destination in sight. They were better off trusting Usagi.
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Knowing when to trust someone isn't the only way Mikey influenced Donnie, as he also directly and indirectly encourages Donnie to think outside the box whenever he's struggling to figure something out. Of course there's the obvious one of learning how to fight without thinking, but there's also Mikey's habit of using unconventional means to reach an intended result, as well as him easily pointing out the obvious without the intricacies and convoluted mess of a situation distracting him from it.
What is arguably the most interesting influence Mikey had on Donnie was learning to give someone a second chance when they've wronged you the first time.
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Mikey put this on display when Slash returned during S3 in the fight against the Kraang. Though things seemed fairly neutral towards the end of Newtralized!, Leo is immediately wary of and angry with Slash appearing before them after their last two run-ins with him, something Slash expresses guilt over and apologizes for. Leo is still antagonistic and distrusting towards him when the Mutanimals make it clear they're on the good side, but Mikey comes forth and tells his brother that everyone deserves a second chance to prove themselves, and this is Slash's second chance. Leo doesn't want to ally himself with Slash, but Mikey's insistence is enough for him to put aside their differences and prioritize Earth.
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And Donnie does the same for the Fugitoid. When it's revealed that the black hole generator was his creation, the Fugitoid emphasizes as much as he can that he regrets creating the device and handing it over to beings who only wanted to abuse its power, but Leo is again the main one to doubt him, with Raph seconding him. Donnie leaps in to put out the fire, preaching exactly what Mikey stated a season ago about giving someone a second chance, and April and Mikey jump in to back the Fugitoid up. Leo is unfortunately too stubborn to heed their words, though he doesn't attempt to force anyone on his side either. Donnie had absolutely no reason to try and convince Leo other than the fact that the Fugitoid has been helping them this whole time, and was honest with them about his previous mistakes.
He didn't have to tell them the truth, but he did, and that was all Donnie needed to believe they weren't being used by the Fugitoid.
There are likely other instances of the guys pulling Donnie in a direction different from the one he'd typically choose, and Donnie occasionally exhibits similar behaviors to Mikey when the youngest turtle is convinced to say or do something he otherwise wouldn't. But, for me personally, all of this supports the idea of Donnie being the third oldest and a middle child.
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rideboomindia · 7 months ago
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Can you provide more information about RideBoom's mentorship programs for women drivers?
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RideBoom's mentorship programs for women drivers are designed to provide them with the necessary skills, knowledge, and support to succeed in the ride-hailing industry. The programs are structured to address the unique challenges that women drivers face and aim to empower them to achieve their professional and personal goals. Here are some key aspects of RideBoom's mentorship programs for women drivers:
One-on-One Mentoring: RideBoom offers one-on-one mentoring sessions between experienced women drivers and new women drivers. These sessions provide an opportunity for new drivers to ask questions, seek guidance, and receive feedback on their driving skills, customer service, and business acumen.
Regular Workshops: RideBoom organizes regular workshops and training sessions for women drivers, covering various topics such as safe driving practices, customer service, and business management. These workshops provide a platform for women drivers to learn from industry experts, share their experiences, and build their skills and confidence.
Online Resources: RideBoom provides online resources and webinars for women drivers, offering them access to a wealth of information and knowledge. These resources cover various aspects of the ride-hailing industry, including marketing strategies, financial management, and time management.
Mentorship Network: RideBoom has established a mentorship network of experienced women drivers who can provide guidance, support, and encouragement to new women drivers. This network enables women drivers to connect with one another, share their experiences, and build lasting relationships.
Leadership Development: RideBoom's mentorship programs also focus on leadership development, equipping women drivers with the skills and knowledge necessary to take on leadership roles within the company. This includes training on effective communication, problem-solving, and decision-making skills, empowering women to become leaders and mentors themselves.
Collaboration with NGOs: RideBoom collaborates with non-governmental organizations (NGOs) that support women's empowerment and gender equality. These partnerships enable RideBoom to reach a broader pool of women candidates, provide additional resources and support, and promote gender diversity in the ride-hailing industry.
Flexible Learning: RideBoom's mentorship programs are designed to accommodate the busy schedules of women drivers. The programs offer flexible learning options, including online courses, webinars, and in-person training sessions, allowing women drivers to learn at their own pace and according to their schedules.
Continuous Support: RideBoom's mentorship programs are not limited to a specific period. The company provides continuous support to women drivers throughout their journey, ensuring they have access to resources, guidance, and mentorship as they grow and develop their skills.
Feedback and Evaluation: RideBoom regularly seeks feedback from women drivers to evaluate the effectiveness of their mentorship programs. This feedback helps the company identify areas for improvement, tailor their programs to meet the unique needs of women drivers, and ensure the programs' continued relevance and impact.
Inclusive Growth: RideBoom's mentorship programs aim to promote inclusive growth within the ride-hailing industry. The company's initiatives help women drivers overcome barriers to entry, create new opportunities for themselves and other women, and contribute to the industry's growth and success.
By providing these mentorship programs, RideBoom demonstrates its commitment to supporting women drivers and promoting gender diversity in the ride-hailing industry. The company's efforts aim to create a more inclusive and equitable work environment, ensuring that women drivers have equal opportunities to succeed and achieve their professional goals.
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speakersyouneedllc · 2 months ago
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Communication Strategies for Military and Civilian Teams: The Role of Training
When soldiers and non-soldiers collaborate in a military-environment, effective communication is not simply a plus; it’s necessary and must occur so that the mission could succeed or fail in a battlefield or other support roles. Definitely, this every time indicates that this area of communication can only be achieved through specialized training. The main focus of this blog is to demonstrate why military civilian personnel written communication training is important and how it helps enhance team effectiveness.
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Special Military-Civilian Team Communication Challenges
Military and civilian personnel usually emanate from diverse backgrounds, many of which have their own language, jargon, and even styles of communication. These differences can easily cause miscommunications that may range from mere delays to complete mission failures if not managed effectively. Military civilian communication training is purposed to span these gaps by making the personnel from both groups work in tandem.
The Role of Written Communication Training
Written communication should clearly be part of the military process, where orders, reports, and briefings are supposed to be clearly understood with precision. Military-civilian personnel written communication training focuses on developing skills whereby it helps the team members to:
Write Clearly and Concisely: The training puts forth the message that all languages should be crystal clear, not using jargon that others may not understand.
Structure Information Effectively: This is quite important for the proper flow of written text, especially in documents such as operation plans and briefings.
Tailor Messages for the Audience: Understanding such demographics or groups and corps such as military and civil personnel would assist in the improvement of written communication.
Enhanced interpersonal communication results from interpersonal training
Where writing plays a crucial role, equally in combined military-civilian staff interpersonal skills are vital. Such areas as active listening deal with military civilian personnel communications training to these needs.
Conflict Resolution: Lecturer: Hence, conflicts may at times arise from how we communicate. The training makes the personnel able to address them in a non-conflicting way and maintains the culture friendly.
Intercultural Communication: Every organisation that is involved in any form of international undertaking needs to be culturally sensitive. Training takes the staff through these differences, thus disarming cooperation, and teamwork.
The Contribution of Presentation Skills to Joint Operations
Another important skill for both military and civilian employees, as well as for officers and civilians, for people who are in leadership positions, for people who are producing products, and for people who are delivering products, is the ability to communicate succinctly, the ability to be both informative and convincing when briefing commanders, presenting information to stakeholders, or discussing strategies when being a part of a joint task force personnel. When training military civilians’ personnel presentation skills training, the following aspects are of focus.
Confidence Building: Speaking in public is a little scary, even more, if one has to speak in front of important audiences. The training will empower the personnel to have self-confidence when speaking and how to speak with fluency and conviction.
Mastering Visual Aids: Several presentations are made clear by the use of other appliances like the use of slides and charts. It through training that the use and creation of the such tools is facilitated.
Engaging the Audience: The audience can only grasp all the vital information that makes the headlines if they are compelled to pay attention. Focusing is a key area that training avails to the trainer with ways to capture the attention of the intended audience.
Conclusion
However, it is as we have discussed communication is the major success in the military and as well for civilian institutions. In the area of written and interpersonal communication and presentation, which is a critical process in the course of military and civilian undertaking, multiple difficulties that are realized due to the contrast in training history, as well as experience in other tasks, are likely to be mitigated. Personnel communication training with military-civilian personnel is the basis for a more actual and effective team that can solve any issue.
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robininthelabyrinth · 1 year ago
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The Other Mountain - ao3 - Chapter 28
Pairing: Lan Qiren/Wen Ruohan
Warning Tags on Ao3
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Wen Ruohan had long since passed the point of ever admitting that he was afraid.
His vanity would simply not permit it. After all, he was Wen Ruohan, the sect leader of the mighty Qishan Wen, the near-god, the would-be tyrannical ruler of the cultivation world. He had outstripped all others, his cultivation perfected far beyond what any of the rest could achieve. Perhaps it might have once been acceptable to be afraid when he was younger, when he was just one among many jockeying for position and leadership, but once he’d passed his first lifetime, he’d left such petty human things as fear far behind. Such feelings were as far beneath him as ants to a giant.
He would, however, admit to having some…concern regarding the upcoming battle with Qingheng-jun.
Other people might be able to comfort themselves with the presence of an army at their command, thinking to themselves that they would be able to simply overcome their enemy through force of numbers, but Wen Ruohan did not permit himself any such illusions. Qingheng-jun might be insane, Wen Ruohan had no doubt about that, but he was still immensely clever: he would not let himself be caught out in a bad position like that, taken by surprise.
He’d find a way to force a one-on-one fight.
And given Wen Ruohan’s current condition, it would be a fair fight, the likes of which Wen Ruohan hadn’t known in decades.
Qingheng-jun was after all an accomplished cultivator, talented and promising, and unlike the majority of such cultivators, who got weighed down with the worldly concerns of night-hunting and sect business and married life, he had spent ten solid years in seclusion focusing on nothing but growing his power and refining his techniques. He was much younger and less experienced than Wen Ruohan, to be sure, with much less time to have built up his power and knowledge –  but Wen Ruohan, for all his own immense innate talent, was one of those cultivators that devoted much of his time to worldly affairs. He had always cared very much about making sure his sect took its rightful position as first in the world, and furthermore he had used up too much of his spiritual energy fighting the landslide; although the level of his internal strength had not been damaged, it would be months before he recovered enough qi to make proper use of much of it.
The prospect of such a duel would have been different if Wen Ruohan was still at the height of his own power, capable of miracles. If that were the case, even Qingheng-jun with his ten years of unbroken seclusion would pose no real threat to him. But as it was, there was every chance, in his weakened state, that the two of them would balance out in terms of strength. Nor did Wen Ruohan have any advantage in terms of temperament: they were both ruthless, both cruel, even vicious, meaning that false appeals to morality would be insufficient to distract Qingheng-jun long enough to win an advantage, the way they might if used against others.
A fair fight indeed.
Wisdom and experience against youth and promising talent – that was always a tricky match-up. Only fate could say who would come out ahead in the end.
This particular match-up was also particularly pernicious to Wen Ruohan. As a master of arrays, he relied more on having spiritual energy in his fighting style than most cultivators, since arrays and talismans both required ample spiritual energy to use effectively. In contrast, Qingheng-jun was a cultivator that specialized in the sword; while swordplay benefited from the use of spiritual energy, it was in the end a sword – failing everything else, it could always be used simply to stab one’s opponent.
Wen Ruohan could use a sword, of course. What cultivator couldn’t? But it wasn’t his preference, and he was a Wen, innately self-absorbed and self-indulgent – although he didn’t completely neglect his swordplay, he hardly trained in it with the consistency that Lan Qiren did, as reliable as any clock even with his second choice in weapon. On the contrary, Wen Ruohan always played to his strengths: whenever possible, he would much rather use his arrays, relying on his brilliance and his techniques, refined over the years to near perfection, than anything else.
Only this time, he couldn’t.
Wen Ruohan’s most powerful weapon, the black sun, was absolutely out of the question at the moment. It was an immense power, but an equally immense drain, and it fought against him as much as it did the rest of the world that it so thoroughly scorned. If he tried to summon it now, when the question of who would win that battle was murky and unclear, he would only be risking his own doom, and quite possibly that of the entire world. Naturally that was unacceptable – Wen Ruohan might be ruthless and tyrannical, but he wanted to rule the world, not destroy it. Moreover, he was an orthodox cultivator, not some sort of demonic cultivator that fueled their own power upon the deaths of others; carelessness, or even recklessness, with the state of the world would only damage his cultivation and make the bad result he feared even more likely.
Of course, the black sun was far from being his only weapon. He had his usual arrays, and plenty of less usual ones, but even with those, he would need to be measured with their use in a way he’d long since grown unaccustomed to. With limited spiritual energy available, he would have to dole them out sparingly, wisely, and supplement them with his sword – an unfortunate combination that pitted his weakness against Qinhgeng-jun’s strength.
In other words, a match against Qingheng-jun would be like fighting with one hand tied behind his back.
As a result, Wen Ruohan was…appropriately cautious. Not afraid, of course, but wary, vigilant, concerned. Presupposing nothing, not even victory.
He was less concerned now, after last night.
Lan Qiren had been – magnificent.
It was only to be expected, naturally, as no one that Wen Ruohan had chosen to give his heart to would be anything less. And yet, even with that in mind, he could safely say that his expectations, already high, had nevertheless been surpassed in every possible respect. Even Wen Ruohan with all of his many years of experience could definitively say that he had never experienced anything like that before.
It wasn’t just the sex, though that had been excellent as always, or even the unusual intimacy of bedding someone he felt he could genuinely trust and who genuinely trusted him – even if he just focused purely on the practical, the results of their dual cultivation had vastly exceeded anything Wen Ruohan might have anticipated. Lan Qiren had tackled dual cultivation with the same facility with steep learning curves that he’d applied to learning about politics or sex, and as a result, the power they’d been able to generate from it, the power they’d both shared…! Their cultivation techniques were not the most naturally compatible, but they had made it work, and oh, how very well it had worked!
Wen Ruohan was certainly nowhere near to being back to where he had been before he had blown all his spiritual energy on destroying the landslide, but he was confident that Cangse Sanren’s estimate of half a year or more to regain his power had been reduced considerably, and all over the course of a single, highly enjoyable evening. An evening that could be repeated in the future, both before he regained his power and yet again afterwards, finally giving him a chance to see if Lan Qiren’s exceptionally pure golden core would have any sort of effect on increasing his own power beyond the point that he had managed to get by himself…
The simple fact of the matter was that Wen Ruohan loved power, and always had. He had many times been accused of loving it more than anything else, whether wives or children or even sect, and he had to admit, though never aloud, that there might be a grain of truth in that accusation. To have two things he loved together, power and Lan Qiren both…it was as heady an aphrodisiac as he could imagine.
(Also, Lan Qiren’s reaction to finding his own power so substantially increased had been just as funny as Wen Ruohan had been anticipating. He had no regrets about sharing the power equally between them, and nothing would change that, no matter how many complaints of But it was supposed to go to you! or Surely you know I do not have a need for it or even the plaintive But how do I make the glowing stop?! Lan Qiren made.)
Even the song Lan Qiren had written for him had been beyond anything Wen Ruohan had anticipated.
The sound of it had been nothing like anything he was expecting, to the extent he’d expected anything. He’d assumed, he supposed, that the music Lan Qiren wrote with him in mind would be much like his reputation: intense but gloomy, moody and temperamental, unstable and vicious, possibly even somewhat discordant, the lurking insanity slipping its leash and showing its face to the world. Only it had slipped his mind that Lan Qiren, perhaps alone in the world, did not see him that way – and so the song was something else entirely.
It had been intense, to be sure. But it had been striking and grandiose rather than miserable, the music immediately and immensely compelling, extremely complicated in a way that made it impossible to pay attention to anything else, music that thrummed beneath the skin and swept the listener away with its enthusiasm. It was powerful and moving, it filled the ear with joy and sped the pulse with excitement. Listening to it evoked the feeling of being on top of the world – of being the best, of knowing you were the best, of being unrestrained by fear and doubt. Of being free of all the shackles of the world and knowing yourself to be capable of miracles.
It was Wen Ruohan’s beloved Wen sect’s self-esteem – many would say self-love – distilled into its purest form.
But it wasn’t just that. Underneath that exuberance and enthusiasm, the music had a foundation as steady as Lan Qiren’s unshakable principles, turning self-regard into self-assurance, into a bone-deep understanding that in the end you were purely yourself, nothing more nor less, and could be nothing else – and that that was all that you needed to be.
It married irrepressible confidence in the self to implacable surety of the self, and turned them together into power. Into impossible, unstoppable force, which broke down all barriers in its path.
Just like the two of them.
Wen Ruohan had never been the most musically inclined. He’d had a gentleman’s training, of course, and knew both how to appreciate good music and play an instrument if he were called upon to do so. Given his innate brilliance and quick learning capacity, he could even pull off a few tricks of musical cultivation if he really needed to. But it had never been a strength, and with art just as with cultivation, Wen Ruohan always played to his strengths. As a result, music had never been more to him than an enjoyable pastime at best. It had never made its way into his heart, never seized hold of it, the way it seemed to do for musicians.
He’d assumed it never would.
Well: he was wrong.
He could admit it, and joyfully, because what he’d gotten in return was so much better than being right.
Ah, Lan Qiren – Lan Qiren – Lan Qiren, who loved him, who trusted him, who saw him and saw everything he liked about himself, and who in return asked only to be treated with equal regard, to be loved as he loved, as if Wen Ruohan would ever have been able to do anything less –
“Someone’s in a good mood.”
For once, Wen Ruohan did not startle or lash out in paranoiac terror in response to someone having snuck up on him without him noticing – but only due to years of experience at being snuck up on by this particular person.
“And I suppose you, Lao Nie, are here to be irritating,” he remarked, much as he always did, turning his head slowly to regard his…former lover, he supposed.
There was a sharp stabbing pain in his chest when he looked at Lao Nie now, even though the man had exchanged the stormy expression of the discussion conference in favor of his usual relaxed grin, going back to being carefree and careless the way he always was. There was no sign of the emotional turbulence that had put him in such a bad mood, every indication wiped away and hidden, Lao Nie going back to pretending that nothing was wrong and never had been because that was how he had always dealt with the knowledge of his impending untimely death.
But Wen Ruohan knew the truth. He knew what was coming, and how much sooner than expected it was due, even though Lao Nie hadn’t shared that information with him. It hurt him to know it. Not as much as it hurt Lao Nie, who was the one actually dying, he knew that, but it was still pain nonetheless, and as a narcissist Wen Ruohan admittedly tended to rate his own pain as being more important than others.
Seeing Lao Nie here, now, brought up all sorts of uncomfortable feelings.
Seeing him now, here…
Wen Ruohan abruptly frowned. “Why are you here? Did Cangse Sanren reach you so quickly?”
That seemed temporally implausible, if not completely impossible. Qinghe was far too far away – no one could fly that fast, not even him.
“No, I was on my way to Lanling already,” Lao Nie said cheerfully, which made a great deal more sense. “I bumped into Cangse Sanren while she was on her way out of the city and I was on my way in. Don’t worry, we swapped tokens: she gave me her pass to get through your army and into the city, and I gave her my sect leader’s sigil so that she’ll be able to order everyone back at home to collect those cursed coins in my stead. There’s no problem with your plan.”
It was annoying how reliable Lao Nie could be when he wanted to, Wen Ruohan reflected. That was the deceptively alluring part of him. He just knew Wen Ruohan so well – he could tell at a glance exactly what his concerns were and immediately speak to alleviate them.
He made everything easy.
“I’m here to help you find Qingheng-jun,” Lao Nie continued, his smile fading into seriousness. “If he’s trapped in Lanling City, he’s definitely going to go to ground somewhere difficult to reach with multiple people, try to force you into a one-on-one fight that would be more to his advantage. You and I are the only ones I can think of that would be strong enough to match him like that without getting slaughtered. With me here, we can check the possible places twice as fast.”
Like he’d said: with Lao Nie, everything was easy.
It had always been so easy.Easy, easy, easy – right until it was so difficult as to be impossible.
Like winning Lao Nie’s heart, or his loyalty, or his trust, or becoming anything more than just a casual friend that sometimes shared his bed. And not because of any lack on Wen Ruohan’s own part, any paucity or failure in his own feelings or even actions, but simply because Lao Nie simply lacked the capacity to be more than a friend to anyone.
Except maybe his saber.
Wen Ruohan didn’t even pretend to begin to understand how that worked.
“That’s right,” he said, and picked the easier path of not saying anything just yet. Lan Qiren was the one who always chose the harsher and more virtuous path, not Wen Ruohan. He’d wait until Lan Qiren was back and let him raise the difficult subject with Lao Nie, and then, if he had to, he would step in and forcethe man to let them help. “You are very welcome. Do you want to start on the west side of the city or the east?”
“The north, of course, while you take the south. You’re remarkably accommodating today, Hanhan; normally you’re much more possessive about these things! Here I thought I’d have to fight you first just to get a chance to help. Qiren must have put you in a really good mood.”
Not a good enough mood to deal with this.
“I sent Qiren away to Gusu Lan to deal with the coins, and I want to get this finished before he returns,” Wen Ruohan said shortly, and Lao Nie’s growing smirk disappeared at once, meaning that he understood the implication. Which meant that Wen Ruohan didn’t need to explain, but he did anyway, just to make sure that the message had been fully made clear: “The last time they met, Qingheng-jun decided that the taboo against personally murdering blood relatives was beneath him. He tried to kill Qiren. That will not happen again.”
No mercy this time.
“Understood,” Lao Nie said, solemn and serious as he so rarely was. “Understood and agreed. Don’t worry, Hanhan, you can count on me. The Nie sect’s motto is Do not tolerate evil no matter where, remember? Same thing applies when it’s who.”
Wen Ruohan inclined his head in agreement. If there was one thing that could be said for Lao Nie, it was that he was a consummate member of his sect. No evil meant no evil, no matter where, no matter who – just as he had been willing to turn against Wen Ruohan when he’d thought him beyond the point of saving, so too would he turn himself against Qingheng-jun, who had once been his friend.
His friend, and his source of guilt.
Lao Nie was as ruthless and careless with himself and his own heart as he was with anyone else’s, that much was true. Somehow that fact did not help in the slightest.
“Happy hunting,” Wen Ruohan said, and even meant it. Perhaps abiding by his sect’s principles would help Lao Nie the way abiding by his sect’s rules did Lan Qiren.
As for Wen Ruohan, he didn’t bother with such things. Rules and principles were both equally overrated – he didn’t need anyone else’s guidance, only his own; he would make his way in the world through the path he forged himself, and never doubt it for a moment. He mounted his sword and flew off to the south of Lanling City to begin surveying the possible places Qingheng-jun could be hiding.
The number of places was naturally limited, both by his (and Lao Nie’s) guess that Qingheng-jun would look for a place that would allow him a one-on-one fight and by Wen Ruohan’s own army, currently marching through the city and investigating every nook and cranny for those cursed coins. They had all been instructed to light flares if they saw any sign of Qingheng-jun, or alternatively if any number of their squads were drawn off and killed unexpectedly – that would be the first sign of him, more than likely, unless Wen Ruohan happened to get lucky and find him first.
He would prefer, if at all possible, to get lucky. His soldiers might not mean as much to him as his precious sect disciples, who in turn were not as important as his even more valuable family, but they were still his, and everything that was his was better than everything that wasn’t. Everything good under the sun should belong to him.
Now: where could Qingheng-jun be…?
Wen Ruohan could create a tracking array, look for any sort of bolt-hole where there were restrictions on entry. But who knew how many such places existed in Lanling City? Lanling Jin was full of rats that thought themselves vipers; every sub-branch probably had a secret treasure room and a secret armory and whatnot – and Qingheng-jun wouldn’t go find one of those, anyway.
No, he had too much dignity for that.
Wen Ruohan could understand that. Who wanted to risk losing your life in some stupid pointless little treasure room?
In fact, it occurred to him that he was thinking too small. Why search for him building-by-building like some common person? Let him use that same logic: where would Qingheng-jun be willing to have some sort of climactic final battle?
Qingheng-jun was remarkably similar to Wen Ruohan in many ways. He had a profound sense of his own dignity, enough that others would call it vanity, and he would never be willing to associate his name, whether in victory or defeat, with somewhere tawdry – and Jinlin Tower was full from head to toe of all that was gaudy and tawdry.
Especially to someone with a Gusu Lan sensibility.
After all, like it or not, hate it or not, Qingheng-jun had been born and raised in the Gusu Lan sect. Even when he turned against it, despised it, thought he had abjured it in every respect, he had still been shaped by it. Despite everything, he was unable to wholly give up the mindset it had inculcated in him, the principles it had taught him. If he had, he wouldn’t have been so concerned about seeking to implement a fitting punishment for all those he blamed for his wife’s death, rather than merely getting revenge – and he wouldn’t have been so invested in seeking to reform the sect in his own image, rather than destroying it. To implement new rules over the old, rather than to truly break free of the notion of rules entirely.
Gusu Lan, and Wen Ruohan: those two things together formed a very particular personality, with very particular preferences. So…where would Qingheng-jun go? Where would someone accustomed to the clean, gentle lines of the Cloud Recesses voluntarily choose to hide when trapped in this filthy pit of gold and greed?
Ah, of course.
The gardens.
Wen Ruohan might not the most devoted swordsman, might not be particularly notable as a musician, but he vastly preferred either of those subjects over the discussion of things like flowers – and yet, despite that, he had somehow spent a not-inconsiderable portion of his time over the past hundred years listening to the endless rounds of debate between Lanling Jin and Gusu Lan regarding whether gardens ought to retain their natural wild and austere beauty or be tamed into gorgeous wanton snarls of petals and color pieced together by human ingenuity. His Nightless City had established several gardens of each type just to avoid having that particular debate come up ever again, but the other sects still persisted in defending their preferences.
In a fit of completely characteristic pettiness, the Jin sect leader of several generations back – further back than Wen Ruohan could recall, which was saying something – had set up a single garden in Lanling City that was modeled after Gusu Lan’s preferred style, presumably to make the point that no one would possibly choose such a thing if they had the lush gardens of Jinlin Tower as an alternative option. The people of Lanling City had fulfilled this particular sect leader’s desire, leaving that particular park largely abandoned, although whether the people’s preference was a genuine aesthetic choice or merely the wisdom of not disagreeing with their local overlord had always been an open question.
It had been named, very snidely, the Paired Birds Promenade.
Yes: Wen Ruohan could see Qingheng-jun going there.
It would be just right for someone as self-important and overly dramatic as him.
(It wasn’t hypocrisy to say as much, Wen Ruohan informed the rather rudely goggling Lan Qiren in his mind. He’d never denied his flaws – he merely did not acknowledge them to be flaws when they were his own.)
And because Wen Ruohan was unquestionably brilliant, he found Qingheng-jun exactly where he expected to.
“I find it difficult to say whether it should be called vanity or arrogance,” Qingheng-jun said, almost as if he were continuing the conversation Wen Ruohan had been having in his own mind. He was standing on a lonesome hill towards the eastern end of the gardens, shaded by a scholar tree – he had a particularly heroic bearing at the moment, his pale blue robes and his hair lightly ruffled by the wind as he gazed out into the distance. “Coming here by yourself, I mean.”
“Did I rob you of the chance to show off your talisman work?” Wen Ruohan asked idly, stepping off his sword and onto the ground, feeling the circle of restriction that he’d expected to find snap immediately into effect, keeping anyone from joining them and making it an unbalanced fight. It was a good one, irritatingly enough. As he’d expected, he would find no obvious weaknesses here. “I’m not inclined to waste my soldiers for such a purpose.”
Qingheng-jun turned to regard him, his expression cold and indifferent. His face was oddly dissimilar from Lan Qiren’s, despite the strong resemblance of their features, both classic exemplars of the Lan style – Lan Qiren’s expression was often neutral, often flat, but rarely cold, and never indifferent. He was warm beneath his seemingly remote façade, the heat from his fiery temper and passionate heart always present even when he tried to suppress them. Qingheng-jun, by contrast…
There was nothing there.
“I would have thought that you’d think it a worthwhile trade if it meant wearing me down before we fought,” Qingheng-jun said, his logic pristine and ruthless, cold as any mountain snow. “Soldiers’ lives are meant for spending.”
His lip curled up in a sneer. “Or is it that my younger brother would disapprove of such a maneuver that now restrains you…?”
“Wrong on all counts. As much as I respect Qiren, for once his opinion was irrelevant to my consideration,” Wen Ruohan said, enjoying the way Qingheng-jun’s eyes narrowed at the praise of his brother. “You forget: my soldiers are mine, and are therefore more valuable than anyone who isn’t. Their lives may be for spending – but you think too much of yourself if you think I would bother to spend them on you.”
Qingheng-jun pressed his lips together briefly, but did not lose his temper.
“Tell me,” he said instead, voice slow and thoughtful. “What is it about him?”
Wen Ruohan arched his eyebrows, even as he waved his hand, letting his sword leap into his hand. “You mean Lan Qiren?”
Qingheng-jun inclined his head in agreement.
“You shall have to clarify. What about him?”
“You said that you…respect him.” Qingheng-jun sneered once again, the expression twisting his otherwise handsome face. “The so-great Wen Ruohan – I hadn’t realized that you respected anyone but yourself.”
“Myself and my family,” Wen Ruohan corrected. He’d always been quite clear about his partiality to his own clan. Like any good descendant of Wen Mao, he rated his clan above the rest: the sun in the sky above all had been his ancestor’s motto, proud and arrogant, and Wen Ruohan was only the most successful of his descendants, not necessarily the most ambitious. They were all like that.
“Yourself and your family – and my brother. Apparently.”
“And your brother,” Wen Ruohan said agreeably. “Apparently.”
He chuckled at the aggravation on Qingheng-jun’s face and meandered forward, his pace slow and steady, as if he were merely here to stroll in the park. Even his sword dangled from his hand, lazy and bored – apathy and indolence incarnate, his sloth simultaneously genuine and a deliberate insult to anyone he was facing.
“Does it really bother you so much?” he asked, though he knew it did.
“I merely wish to understand,” Qingheng-jun said. That was a lie, and they both knew it – do not tell lies, but of course Qingheng-jun considered himself above such things. “Only…why him?”
It was a good question.
Good, and also incredibly stupid.
“I haven’t the slightest idea,” Wen Ruohan admitted freely. “But that’s not how love works. Don’t you know that best of all…?”
He saw from the look on Qingheng-jun’s face that that strike had hit true.
“Or maybe I’m mistaken, perhaps you don’t,” Wen Ruohan concluded, a smirk curving his lips. “After all, from what I understand from Qiren, you couldn’t even live up to the lowest of his expectations for a son of Gusu Lan.”
Qingheng-jun scoffed. He was still pretending that he had the upper hand in their conversation, that he felt secure in his superiority over Wen Ruohan’s temporary weakness – but where his cleverness and ruthlessness might have worked time and again against Lan Qiren, with one very notable exception, it was nothing against Wen Ruohan.
Wen Ruohan knew him.
Not because he’d ever bothered to get to know Qingheng-jun personally. But rather because in Qingheng-jun, Wen Ruohan could see himself, and Wen Ruohan knew himself very well indeed.
“My brother does not set the standards of Gusu Lan,” Qingheng-jun said. “He is not sect leader. I am.”
Now it was Wen Ruohan’s turn to scoff.
“Do you really believe that?” he asked. “A name does not make a thing. Intent is meaningless in the face of action; the only thing that has ever mattered, in any context, is who actually does the work. It’s as true for sect leadership as it is for anything else – a sect leader is the one who leads the sect. A father is the one who molds the children. A husband…”
He laughed.
“Never mind. You wouldn’t know what I’m talking about.”
Qingheng-jun’s expression was ugly. “You mock me!”
“Have you only just now noticed?” Wen Ruohan said, now taunting openly. “And people say Qiren is bad at understanding others…of course I’m mocking you. Should I respect you? You? You, who are only here to die? You, who couldn’t even pull off a simple plan like kill them all properly…?”
Qingheng-jun drew his sword.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t be able to guess at once what you were doing?” Wen Ruohan asked him. “Me? The only difference between the two of us is that you are pathetic.”
“You know nothing about me,” Qingheng-jun said, voice cold as always, and attacked.
Wen Ruohan immediately lifted his own sword to block that first shatteringly powerful blow, feeling the cold of Qingheng-jun’s frost echo through his blade as he did. He brought his other hand up, summoning the array he’d kept dancing at the tips of his fingers and casting it into Qingheng-jun’s face.
As he’d expected, Qingheng-jun was too clever to fall for that – he’d known some sort of attack like that was coming and he countered immediately, casting a handful of talismans out and activating them at once, letting them take the hit that had been aimed at him, and following that action up with another strike of his sword.
His swordsmanship really was beautiful.
Such a waste.
Wen Ruohan was forced onto the defensive, using his sword to block the blows that were coming fast and hard, Qingheng-jun’s surprisingly vivid blue crackling against his own black.
“Foolish,” Wen Ruohan said, despite that. He’d been in far too many battles, and under worse circumstances, to let a strong opening unnerve him. “I am the only one who knows you. The only one who can know you.”
He meant it, too.
Wen Ruohan had been where Qingheng-jun was now. He’d fallen to the lowest point a man could go – he had lost everything, he had lost everyone. He had been tormented by the losses that had been caused by his own hand as well as those of others. He had been overwhelmed by suffering, suffused by it, drowned in it, and as a result, quite logically, he had gone insane. For all that his own isolation had been social rather than literal, as Qingheng-jun’s had been, Wen Ruohan too had found himself alone for far too long, painfully and completely alone. Of the people who had filled his life and his heart as a young man, there was not a single one left…
Like Qingheng-jun, Wen Ruohan had been a selfish man to start with. Being alone, being in pain – it had twisted him, made him cruel, made him indifferent, made him lash out at those around him, those reminders that life somehow went on even when his own felt as though it had stopped. His apathy had grown by the year, eclipsing everything else, eating away at his memories of joy and of excitement, until all those things that had once made life worth living were long forgotten. Until the only thing that could bring him pleasure was sating his sadism, making others hurt to see how they struggled and yearned to live, warming himself with that echo of feeling.
Oh yes – Wen Ruohan knew all too well what Qingheng-jun was going through.
He knew also that many of Qingheng-jun’s grievances and resentments were justified, or at least justifiable, whether they were against his sect, against the world, against uncaring fate and luck itself. He knew, because he had felt that way, too. He, and he alone, could understand.
He could sympathize, he could empathize.
He just didn’t care.
Wen Ruohan had been in Qingheng-jun’s position, yes. But he’d made it out again on the other side, because he was better.
“Did you do it?” Qingheng-jun asked him, casting out his sword in a gorgeous move, surrounded by swirls of spiritual energy that were as lovely as they were deadly, dancing around him like eddies of wind – Wen Ruohan was forced to dodge, retreating to the side before lunging forward, trying for a counterattack that Qingheng-jun deflected.
Not easily, Wen Ruohan could see Qingheng-jun’s arm shaking with the force that Wen Ruohan could put behind his blows, but successfully nonetheless.
Wen Ruohan quickened his pace, trying a different style of attack, fast rather than powerful, but Qingheng-jun met him head-on, his sword moving just as fast as Wen Ruohan’s, his steps just as sure.
The cold wind at the top of the mountain, blowing around every obstacle.
Lovely.
Such a waste, such a waste…
“Did I try to kill everyone, you mean?” Wen Ruohan asked, twisting the fingers of his free hand into a series of hand seals, setting up another array even as his sword clashed with Qingheng-jun’s. “Of course not. If I had, you would know. Or not, as it might be – you would be just as dead as the rest.”
“Not that.” Qingheng-jun bared his teeth at him. “Did you murder your first family?”
He matched the words with a pointed strike, all of his power behind it.
Wen Ruohan reached out and caught the blow with his free hand, redirecting the spiritual energy he’d been using to set up the array into the power he needed to protect his flesh from Qingheng-jun’s steel.
The way nothing would protect him from Qingheng-jun’s words.
“Yes,” he said, wrapping his hand around the sword to hold it, and Qingheng-jun, in place. “Though I did not mean to.”
He brought the array that he’d been working on earlier up all at once, forcing it into existence, and Qingheng-jun let out an involuntary shout as it opened up beneath his feet.
Now it was his turn to have no choice but to dodge, redirecting his own spiritual energy as a defense, pulling his sword out of Wen Ruohan’s grasp and leaping backwards into the air.
Wen Ruohan went after him.
“My first wife betrayed me,” he said, settling into what had once been his preferred fighting style, attacking with both hands in turn, array in one and weapon in the other. “And I betrayed her in turn, one after the other until there was nothing left between us but loss. In time, the two of us destroyed everything that we had ever made together.”
Even their children.
Wen Ruohan hadn’t meant for that to happen. He didn’t think his wife had, either, though of course by that point she had lost too much of her reason to really understand the depths of what they had lost – he’d done that to her, however accidentally. That was the cost of betrayal, the greatest cost. Losing his family had always been the one consequence that he had never been able to forgive himself for causing. The cost of his betrayal.
Just as his betrayal had also cost him Wen Ruoyu, the brother he had loved so much.
Wen Ruoyu had been the only sibling Wen Ruohan had ever really cared about – and he’d had many, brothers and sisters both. Wen Ruoyu was the one younger brother who had genuinely seemed to like Wen Ruohan, who had followed him voluntarily, the one who Wen Ruohan had permitted to follow him, however unwise it had seemed to be at the time. Wen Ruoyu had tagged along in his every step, had adored him and supported him and who Wen Ruohan had adored and supported in turn. As they had grown older, grown stronger, they had challenged each other to surpass their limits, and they had done so marvelously, exceptionally, unexpectedly. The two of them together had been unstoppable: able to overturn every obstacle in their path, blazing through the skies like twin suns, burning away the haze of the world.
If only Wen Ruohan had believed in him as fully as Wen Ruoyu had believed in him – if only he hadn’t let himself be blinded by his ambition, led into folly through his own weakness – if only he hadn’t lost track of what really mattered – if only, if only, if only!
“And then I went mad, of course,” he added matter-of-factly. “There is a point after which it is by far the most straightforward option.”
It was only very recently that he had been able to crawl out of the pit he’d fallen into.
Lao Nie had been the first to help him find his way. Fight evil no matter where, in his own inimitable style, though perhaps Lao Nie had not thought of it that way, driven as he was by his own self-destructive attraction to everything that could bring him harm, wrestling with the knowledge of his sect’s poisonous self-sacrifice and his own impending premature death. Whatever his motivations, he had forced himself into Wen Ruohan’s increasingly empty life, with his intriguing mixture of ruthlessness and joy, supreme selfishness and selflessness in one, his irrepressible humor and charm. He had coaxed Wen Ruohan first into curiosity, and from curiosity into enjoyment. He had shown him the way forward. No, more than that – he had pushed him down the first step on the road of having to actually live rather than merely survive, and for that, Wen Ruohan owed him.
Before Lao Nie, Wen Ruohan had very nearly let go of everything. His apathy had grown to such an extent that not even anger or pain could move him – as best exemplified by his new marriages, bloodless and political, nothing more than a means of getting him closer to his goal of ruling the world, of putting his sect above the rest. After his family had died, he had refused to remarry for so many years, for decades. He had even declared the subject of them taboo, and brutally executed anyone who so much as mentioned them, however obliquely.
And then he’d just…forgotten.
Those cousins of his who had hoped to take advantage of his unmarried state had all grown old and died, waiting for their turn; their children, his new advisors, had not known anything but his never-ending rule, as endless as the blazing light that filled his Nightless City at every hour. They had suggested that he marry in order to consolidate his power, and not seeing any reason not to, he had done so – not once, but twice. He had promised his wives sons and positions of power, and he had delivered on his promises. And then he had looked away from those sons, unable to look to closely at them lest he see the shadows of the ones who had preceded them. He had justified it by telling himself that he would make it up when they were older, when they were interesting, when they were grown men and fully formed people and like him. He had treated them as either prospective enemies, to be held distant for lack of trust, or else as extensions of himself, limiting himself to loving them as he loved himself, a safe and complete love. He hadn’t been able to do anything more.
He had been, though living, more dead than alive.
Lao Nie had been the first step on the road back to himself, but he hadn’t been enough. He hadn’t been willing to step onto the road with Wen Ruohan, to walk alongside him for that whole journey, the two of them together side-by-side, equal in their commitment to each other. He hadn’t been willing to go so far as to pledge loyalty and fidelity and trust. It hadn’t been his fault: Wen Ruohan, as he had been when Lao Nie had first encountered him, had not been worthy of trust, benumbed and accustomed as he was to treachery; he had expected it in everyone and far too often found himself justified, and he responded by being even more treacherous in turn. It would have been a very bad idea for Lao Nie to have trusted in him back then.
And yet…it had changed, in time. He had changed. He had started to find his way back, to rebuild the human that he had once been out of the god he’d nearly become, had changed into something different, into someone who wanted more. Someone who wanted those things, love and trust and the harsh pains of those emotions just as much as their easy joys.
But he hadn’t told Lao Nie about it. He hadn’t ever asked the other man for what he wanted.
He hadn’t wanted to be told no.
Just as Lan Qiren wasn’t a man made for lust, Lao Nie wasn’t a man made for love. He loved, yes, but only as a friend loved, not as a lover did. Not for him were the exquisite agonies and ecstasies of that type of love, a complete and consuming love, viciously possessive and exclusive of others, as much mutual obsession as anything else.
And yet Wen Ruohan hungered for exactly that type of love. For love, and faith, and trust – and then he’d found it, however unexpectedly, in Lan Qiren. Who was, no matter what his brother tried to claim, the purest example of a Lan of Gusu Lan, a man who always strove to live up to that which his sect aspired to.
Rules and righteousness, and a madman’s loving heart beating steadily behind it all: that was Lan Qiren from beginning to end.
And Qingheng-jun had asked Wen Ruohan to explain.
As if such things could be explained.
Wen Ruohan sneered and lifted his sword, bringing it down in a strike of his own, his spiritual energy blisteringly hot, the power of it seething and boiling with fury.
Qingheng-jun threw himself to the side to avoid it.
“Well done, Sect Leader Wen,” he said, after, glancing back at the devastation that had been left in the wake of Wen Ruohan’s blow, the furrows in the earth and the blackened corpses of flowers and bushes that had caught fire. He had a swordsman’s appreciation for the art, if nothing else, and beneath all that madness, he really was a consummate gentleman: he would not withhold his praise when it was justly earned. “It seems you retained more of your power than I had heard.”
“Retained? Regained.” Wen Ruohan laughed. “Thank your brother for that!”
Qingheng-jun’s brow furrowed.
“He hates you, you know,” Wen Ruohan told him, relishing the words. The Lan Qiren that existed purely in Gusu Lan had barely been able to admit that fact to himself, however true it had been; his Lan Qiren, in contrast, had accepted it and moved past it. He was far better a man than either Wen Ruohan or Qingheng-jun could ever be. “You pushed him too far this time. There is no coming back from this, no peace to be had, no compromise possible. The two of you can no longer exist under the same sky…I’m here for him, not for you. I am the instrument of his will.”
“Will is will, power is power. As you yourself said, intent is not action.”
“No, but intent gives rise to action.” Wen Ruohan smirked. “Come now, you’re far from young and naive. Gusu Lan may be full of prudes, but even Qiren had heard of dual cultivation before.”
“You…” Qingheng-jun’s eyes almost bulged. “With him?!”
Such a reaction was strange, and perhaps a little sad, Wen Ruohan reflected. He himself had wanted to dual cultivate with Lan Qiren and yet had nearly discounted the possibility, so certain was he that Lan Qiren would refuse to do such a thing with him. And yet here was Lan Qiren’s own brother, his own flesh and blood, the Wen Ruohan to Lan Qiren’s Wen Ruoyu, and he thought that Wen Ruohan ought to have been the one reluctant to dual cultivate with Lan Qiren.
“I did,” he confirmed, and nearly laughed again at the puckered expression of distaste and disapproval on Qingheng-jun’s face. Now there was one who wouldn’t have done such a thing even if his wife had liked him enough to agree. He clearly couldn’t even conceive of rendering himself so vulnerable to another person, to give himself to another without reserve. “It was glorious, just as he is.”
Qingheng-jun’s expression of distaste did not change.
Unfortunately, the perfection of his sword forms did not falter, either, and he really was a better swordsman than Wen Ruohan. Wen Ruohan was keeping up, the arrays he could summon his best weapon as always, supported by his experience in fights such as these, but he wasn’t winning. There was a reason he kept up the conversation, goading and hunting for weaknesses, looking for a way to throw Qingheng-jun off his equilibrium, and they both knew it.
Well, if such a way existed, Wen Ruohan hadn’t found it yet.
He knew that Qingheng-jun hated Lan Qiren, hated the Lan sect, but it wasn’t enough. Lan Qiren, simply by virtue of being himself, could cause far more damage to his brother’s psyche than Wen Ruohan could with all his taunts and jabs. He’d explained the full circumstances of their conversation to Wen Ruohan before he’d left, hoping to arm him with everything he could, and it had been all that Wen Ruohan could do to keep from laughing out loud when he’d realized that it had been Lan Qiren’s misplaced empathy that Qingheng-jun hadn’t been able to tolerate. Pity from a hated enemy, condescending comments from someone you thought had won over you, someone you thought was rubbing their victory in your face…
Amazing.
Completely accidental, of course, but amazing.
Was there any way he could use that?
“Tell me,” he drawled. “Do you really think of Lan Qiren as some sort of – ”
What had been the term Cangse Sanren had used?
“– some sort of seductive vixen?”
Qingheng-jun’s next blow went wide. Wen Ruohan took advantage at once, pulling back to catch his breath and take stock of his reserves – arrays required more energy than swordsmanship, and doing both was taxing. He’d recovered quite a lot from where he had been, but he was far from his peak; he needed to conserve his strength where he could.
“I really have to wonder about that. I mean, have you met him?” Wen Ruohan shook his head pityingly. “He is rather dreadfully boring, isn’t he?”
That was part of the wonder of him. Lan Qiren was boring, a rule-abiding stickler, a stern moralist, a monotonous old teacher despite his relative youth, but that wasn’t all he was. He was passionate and complicated, a mix of contradictions, a war within himself, all things within himself.
Even the boring parts of him were interesting.
“Quite good in bed, though. I assume it’s a natural gift, that ability to steeply climb learning curves and gain mastery over a subject…especially since it was quite evident that he came to my bed a virgin.”
Another strike that didn’t quite reach where Qingheng-jun wanted it to.
Because, of course, Lan Qiren coming to Wen Ruohan untouched meant that he really hadn’t done what Qingheng-jun had thought he had, his younger brother betraying him in bed with his wife, replacing him after he’d made such sacrifices – such unasked-for sacrifices, though it was clear Qingheng-jun had never thought of them that way. Everyone always saw themselves as the hero in their own story.
Only it was getting harder and harder for Qingheng-jun to pretend, even to himself, that he was anything but the villain here.
Wen Ruohan was getting close, he could feel it. Qingheng-jun’s swordsmanship was good, exceptionally good, and if he were anyone else, anyone other than the man who had hurt Lan Qiren, then Wen Ruohan might have entertained thoughts of trying to recruit him. He’d always valued talent, had always appreciated art no matter what form it was in, regardless of being its target. He was even willing to forgive terrible crimes for it, heedless of the cost – but only when the cost was to himself, or to his sect, or to the world.
Not to Lan Qiren.
No, there would be no way out of this for Qingheng-jun. Wen Ruohan was not going to hold back his blows, wasn’t going to try to recruit him, wasn’t going to show him any way out.
He was going to kill him.
Just as soon as he could figure out how.
He just needed a little bit more –
“He wrote me a song, you know,” Wen Ruohan said suddenly, motivated by some unknown instinct. His memory of little Lan Wangji’s face, maybe, all screwed up in distaste as he reluctantly made the suggestion, or else Lan Xichen looking so childishly appalled at the idea of such a thing, ameliorated only reluctantly when Lan Wangji had reminded him that they were already married – Gusu Lan were such musicians, really. Though he wasn’t sure whether such a thing would make an impact on a swordsman like Qingheng-jun…
“He what?!”
Apparently it would.
“How dare he – he wrote you a song – ”
Qingheng-jun’s blows were getting wilder and wilder. More powerful, but that had always been the risk of the game Wen Ruohan was playing. Qingheng-jun had been keeping him mostly on the defensive, or else letting him have openings that he then closed immediately – Wen Ruohan’s current approach was simply not working. He knew it, he accepted it, and he wasn’t so prideful that he would resist change just for the sake of doing so.
He needed to get Qingheng-jun off-balance just long enough to figure out something new.
“Of course he did,” he said, keeping his tone light and casual, echoing Lao Nie at his most unbelievably irritating. “Isn’t that what musical cultivators like him do? Write songs? I wouldn’t think it was that unusual – ”
“Why does he get to have a song?!” Qingheng-jun shouted, and –
Ah.
So that’s what it was.
“He’s never been my equal, never,” Qingheng-jun spat out, and Wen Ruohan could see the madness in his rage-reddened eyes now. “He was just an afterthought, a left-behind, a remnant – he shouldn’t have even existed! I had two younger brothers before him, only a few years younger than me, both of them talented and good, and they were all the sect elders needed, spares just in case something happened to me. If only they hadn’t died! If they had lived, my parents would never have felt obligated to try again for another, and Qiren would never have been born. My mother wouldn’t have needed to take medicine to have him, wouldn’t have weakened her health for him, wouldn’t have ripped herself apart at the birthing bed and gotten sick and died because of him – ”
“Blame your sect for that,” Wen Ruohan said. “Oh, wait. You already do.”
Qingheng-jun wasn’t even listening. “When she died, she took my father with her. It was only a living corpse that remained sect leader after that. All the burden came to me. All the responsibility, all the expectations, everything, and all the while Qiren could go on untroubled, dull and slow and fumbling and boring and nothing. Nothing worthy of that sacrifice, of either of their sacrifices. And yet…”
“And yet he gets to have the song,” Wen Ruohan said knowingly. “He gets to have that once-in-a-lifetime love, the type of love that haunts you and possesses you and drives you to extremes of destruction and creation both. The love you never had.”
Qingheng-jun’s next blow left nothing but wreckage in its wake, but Wen Ruohan was already long gone.
“It’s only to be expected from him, really,” he said, and let his voice drip with pity thick as syrup, as much of it as he could conjure. It wasn’t for nothing that Lan Qiren had dubbed him the second most obnoxious man in the world. “After all, Lan Qiren is everything that he should be – a true Lan of Gusu Lan.”
And that was it, that was the difference.
Not the difference between Qingheng-jun and Lan Qiren. Wen Ruohan wasn’t the sort of person who thought that everyone ought to follow their sect mottos blindly, thinking that there was only one way to live up to what they were meant to be; such an idea was restrictive and ridiculous. He himself was far from the true ideal of Qishan Wen, with his quixotic focus on arrays instead of swordsmanship or medicine, though he was still his sect’s true-born son, just as ambitious as anyone in his family, as arrogant. It had been Wen Ruoyu who had been the real outlier: possessive but willing to share, a collector of trinkets and people rather than strength or influence, sociable and generous rather than standoffish and arrogant, a spearman rather than a swordsman, lacking even the slightest traces of medical talent, disdainful of the trappings of duty or the temptations of power, lacking ambition for himself but avidly loyal to those he loved.
By any family standard, Wen Ruoyu had been completely unfit for the proud surname Wen.
Yet Wen Ruohan would have killed anyone who said that, anyone who might have suggested that his differences meant Wen Ruoyu wasn’t among the best their sect had ever produced. Not only would he kill over such an insult, he had, and often enough, too.
No, it wasn’t the difference between Lan Qiren and Qingheng-jun: it was the difference between Qingheng-jun and Wen Ruohan.
They’d both gone mad, after all. They’d both turned cruel and vicious, lashing out at the world that had robbed them of their rightful due, that had turned against them after all they had done for it. They’d both been driven by somewhat justified grievances until they’d gone too far and committed crimes with their own hands, both of them having fallen into the pit of despair, of apathy and malice and madness.
But where Qingheng-jun had thrown away everything that mattered, rejected family, friends, sect, wife, and even principle, Wen Ruohan was different.
Wen Ruohan, even when he had had nothing else, had always had his sect.
Even when he’d lost everything else, even when he’d forgotten the reason for his own existence, even when he longed to destroy everything around him just to make it all go away, he hadn’t actually taken that final step. He’d been Sect Leader Wen by then, and he’d always taken that seriously. His actions reflected on his sect, his actions defined his sect: all boats were lifted by the same tide, and sunk by the same hurricane.
If he led them to victory, they would benefit. If he led them to ruin, they would suffer.
His sect was his responsibility.
His sect was his.
All good things in the world ought to be his, the world ought to be his – and that meant he owed it a duty of care in return.
Wen Ruohan loved himself. He was vain, narcissistic, self-absorbed. He saw his sect as an extension of himself, and just as he knew himself to be the best, the finest cultivator in the cultivation world, nearly a god, so too did he know that his sect was the best. The facts did not matter, the truth did not matter, nothing mattered, nothing but his certainty of that fact.
He knew his sect was the best – and if they weren’t, it was his duty to make it true.
No matter the method, as Wen Ruoyu had always said with a grin. As long as you win, no matter the method…
No matter the method.
That was it.
That was it.
What was he doing?
Wen Ruohan spared a moment to shake his head at his own foolishness. Going up against Qingheng-jun sword against sword – he’d known he wouldn’t be able to win that way, but he’d been reckless as always, arrogant as always, counting on his arrays to carry him to victory as they always had. But he wasn’t as strong as he’d been, wasn’t able to fight with just arrays rather than with array and sword both, and he wasn’t as practiced at fighting from a position of weakness as he had once been, either. He had grown lazy in his apathy, sitting back and letting his power do the fighting for him, letting his army or his influence or his control of so many sects move the pieces for him.
He'd need to fix that, going forward. He should spar more often, with Lao Nie and Lan Qiren and others; he should bind his own power, cut off his own excessively strong cultivation, and practice fighting that way, to make sure he gave himself a real challenge.
There was no way for him to win like this.
So…why fight like this?
Just because it was expected? Because it was convention?
Does the sun care for the expectations of the earth? Wen Ruohan had asked Yu Ziyuan, laughing at her. I have never restricted myself for the sake of others. Why would I start now?
They’d been talking about marriage, but what was true for the marital was just as true for the martial.
Wen Ruohan laughed out loud.
Qingheng-jun startled at the sound of it, pulling back warily – thinking that Wen Ruohan was up to something, no doubt, and he’d be right to think so, too.
Wen Ruohan contemptuously threw aside his sword, letting it clatter to the ground. And in its place, he summoned another weapon entirely.
“A spear?” Qingheng-jun asked, clearly surprised. “Since when do the Wen fight with a spear?”
Wen Ruohan spun the spear around in his hand, and found it as warm and welcoming to him as it had ever been, without the slightest hint of rancor or anger despite how long it had been since he’d wielded it. The spear was called Zhencang, and it had been Wen Ruoyu’s spiritual weapon, the one he had made his name with all those years ago. It had been because of this spear that he had begged and bullied and bribed Wen Ruohan into learning how to use a spear at all, pestering him every morning and every evening until he begrudgingly agreed to practice with him.
More than practice – to adjust his own style, his footwork and his reach and his thinking, to match it.
There were many similarities, he’d found, between arrays and spears. Both were weapons of longer distance, excelling in middle-range attacks with greater reach and greater leverage rather than close melee that was the domain of the sword, and both could be used to devastating effect against those who were less familiar with them.
Wen Ruohan hadn’t used Zhencang since the day his brother had died, but neither had he left it behind. It had been habit more than anything else to bring it with him, the remnants of a long-ago vow that he had once made to himself. His brother had been alive and free, never confined, and so too would his spiritual weapon be – not for his brother’s spear was the lonesome fate of the cold treasury room, not ever, not even if Wen Ruohan never wielded it again in his life.
He’d forgotten.
He remembered now.
“Since always,” Wen Ruohan said with a savage grin. “Learn your history, will you?”
He lunged forward.
As he’d expected, Qingheng-jun did not have much experience in fighting against a spear. A spear was a soldier’s weapon, not a gentleman’s. The Lan sect prided itself on elegance, and its disciples followed their sect, alternating between the beautiful sword forms of which both Lan Qiren and Qingheng-jun were masters and the underestimated but no less potent power of their music. The spear, in contrast, was a utilitarian weapon, meant to fight horses or enemy soldiers, meant to stretch out one’s power onto others. And although it, too, could be elegant, in Wen Ruohan’s hands, it was all aggression.
Array in one hand, weapon in the other – yes, this was his preferred fighting style.
He attacked.
Now it was Qingheng-jun who found himself on the defensive. Now it was he who had to dodge, he who had to speed up, who had to block time and time again, receiving the blows instead of striking them.
Now it was Qingheng-jun who was going to lose.
They both knew it.
It was a shared understanding between them, shared in their eyes as they gazed at each other, in the growing smirk on Wen Ruohan’s face and the growing scowl on Qingheng-jun, in the increased desperation of his movements, in the way he spent his spiritual energy recklessly, frantically, but to no avail. He couldn’t find any openings, Wen Ruohan beating him down with spear and arrays both, using his sword only to fly and barely even for that. He couldn’t find a way out.
Wen Ruohan wasn’t going to leave him a way out.
Qingheng-jun’s fate was sealed, and they both knew it. He was going to die. He was going die, and his crimes were going to be covered up for the sake of the Lan sect and his sons, for the sake of letting Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji grow up as the sons of that brilliant but tragic swordsman that Wen Ruohan would have loved to have recruited and not of the murderous madman he’d turned into instead. He was going to die and be erased, be replaced by Lan Qiren first and by Lan Xichen and by Lan Wangji later, and there was nothing he could do about it.
It was just a matter of time, now.
He was going to die –
“No,” Qingheng-jun spat. “No! I refuse – I surrender.”
Wen Ruohan’s hand froze.
“You what?”
He must not have heard correctly.
“I surrender,” Qingheng-jun said, and threw down his sword. It clattered onto the ground, its beautiful tassel becoming stained by the mud of the earth they had churned up with their violence. “You heard me. I surrender myself to you. I request punishment for my crime – adjudicated punishment, and the chance to atone.”
“Why in the world would I grant that to you?” Wen Ruohan wondered. “Have you mistaken who I am? My Wen sect doesn’t have such beliefs.”
“No, it doesn’t,” Qingheng-jun agreed, and then he smiled, a cold nasty sort of smile. “But Qiren does.”
Qiren does.
He was right.
Qingheng-jun was right, damn him. Lan Qiren had said it himself, when they’d been talking about Wang Liu: What do you mean, what do I want to do with him? Naturally he must be given a fair trial and a fair sentence, a fair punishment. It’s different, once he’s been taken into custody: before, he was an enemy, and now he is a prisoner.
And I, at least, do not mistreat prisoners.
If Wen Ruohan killed Qingheng-jun now, after he had voluntarily surrendered, he would be executing a prisoner, not defeating an enemy.
He could still do it. He was a Wen, not a Lan. He wasn’t bound by Lan Qiren’s multitude of rules, he wasn’t bound by Lan Qiren’s conscience…but Lan Qiren was, and Lan Qiren would disapprove.
More than disapprove. He would feel guilty.
Complicit.
Wen Ruohan had himself said that he was here to act as the instrument of Lan Qiren’s will, and he had meant it. But if that was his purpose here, he had to decide whether he was going to follow that will to the end, whether to obey it over the dictates of his own inclinations. He had to decide if he was going to handle this the way Lan Qiren would have wanted him to, or ignore it and forge his own path the way he always had.
Whether he would do things in Lan Qiren’s name that Lan Qiren would never have wanted.
Wen Ruohan could kill him and then lie, of course. There was no one here but the two of them, no one here to see Qingheng-jun’s surrender – Wen Ruohan was a cultivator just like any other. He could kill the man and banish his spirit before anyone would think to question him, covering it up just as thoroughly as the mine had been covered up, as thoroughly as Qingheng-jun’s attempted massacre had been covered up. He could tell Lan Qiren that he’d killed his brother in fair battle, could bear the secret himself, relieve Lan Qiren of the guilt of knowing it wasn’t true.
He could lie.
But – if he lied about something like this…wasn’t he undermining the trust Lan Qiren put in him?
This is my promise to you, he’d said to him, and he had meant it. This is my oath that I will trust in you in the future, and be someone whom you can trust in, in turn, someone worthy of your trust. My promise is this: that everything I do in the future, I will do with thoughts of you.
Do not tell lies.
He’d said it, and he’d meant it.
That meant he couldn’t lie.
And if he couldn’t lie – then he couldn’t kill Qingheng-jun.
So, despite everything, despite Qingheng-jun’s victorious smirk that he itched to beat off his face –
Wen Ruohan held back his hand.
“Well,” he said, meaning shit and fuck you and fuck me and a thousand other curses that all wanted to come pouring out of his mouth all at once, none of them finding purchase over the others. “Well, then.”
Qingheng-jun laughed.
It was a desolate sound.
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shes-an-oddbird · 1 month ago
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Can't stop thinking about the battle for the Lieutenant position, especially with all the stills for 5.02 so here's how I think this is going to play out.
First of all I’m still not entirely sure who will get the title in the end because I originally thought Judd would come back before the decision had to be made but now, I don’t think that is the case. I think the appeal of having him start again from scratch as a probie is too good to pass up.
That leaves us down to Paul, Marjan or even possibly Mateo.
In the stills it looks like Owen is going over the lieutenant tests with Paul and Marjan and I think that could play out a couple of different ways. Now I don’t know what a lieutenant test would include or how it would be structured but I think they either outscored each other on different parts of the test or struggled equally on the same part of the test (I’ll come back to this). Effectively keeping them balanced or in need of proving themselves and prolonging the competition through 5.02 and 5.03.
What’s interesting is that Owen is also talking to Mateo in the stills. I personally think he’s asking for Mateo to help him in making a decision between Paul and Marjan because he can give a different perspective. Owen would have authority over a lieutenant as the captain while Mateo would have to take orders from them. (I’m also not entirely unconvinced that Owen wouldn’t just pass the responsibility to make a choice between them on to Mateo. Just say that he knows them best and that he trusts his decision 100% and is done with it because lone star is a comedy more often than not.)
Either way, over the course of 5.02 Paul and Marjan are still going to be under the microscope. They could be continuing to show off in front of Owen but I think there is another option. If they struggled with part of the lieutenant test, like perhaps they are called out for being reckless (because they do things like jump on to the back of out of control trucks or into grease traps with no gear) they may over compensate and proceed too cautiously at the train wreck or even second guess themselves. (And also put them in danger because the promos have them being tossed around like rag dolls).
Now here is where it gets even more complicated because if Paul and Marjan are overthinking their every move and Owen is lone wolfing it again that just leaves Mateo to be the rational one. And that sounds crazy but Mateo has proven that he is calm under pressure (like in the dust storm), sees clear and obvious solutions that others miss (like when that guy was almost crushed by the trash compactor) and is willing to let others take the lead if they are better suited to the rescue (he admits Paul is better off to lead when the father and son are trapped in the car on the power lines). In a way, he is actually the most like Judd of the three of them.
And if in 5.03 Mateo is the one to figure out how to get to TNT when they’re trapped in the school or whatever is going on there then I think it is a very real possibility Owen would offer him the job. If there is any solid reason as to why Mateo wouldn’t be a good lieutenant its that he’s probably not ready to fill in as a captain if Owen wasn’t there.
So in the end there is Marjan who is brave, organized and already has strong leadership skills. Paul who is observant, calculating and has the most experience. And Mateo who is hardworking, knowledgeable and determined. It’s a hard choice and I still don’t think we have a clear answer as too who it will be but I will say, if Owen mentions the lieutenant test to Mateo and Mateo says, yeah he took one when he took the job with the 129 then the chance that its him doubles because that’s absolutely them foreshadowing and covering a plot hole in one go.
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ocdeeznut · 10 months ago
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Commander and his second. (Red and Blue.)
(-A first draft stream of consciousness melancholy fever dream. I have not slept it is 7am.-)
Lance shoulder-checks the door on his late night stumble into the hallway, gasping a yawn into an unfurled hand before elegantly smearing it down his face. Dry skin, tacky eyes, a weakness in his legs. He recalls scraping his alarm clock with his knee, the time reading something completely incomprehensible in Altean. 'Maths is universal' my ass, he muses, puling out his phone and blinking at it headily as he walks. 3:30. Ouch. They're up at 6 for group training, now that Keith is parking his ass in the castle for longer than 60 seconds at a time. He snorts to himself, and briefly wonders if tired-piloting is the same as tired-driving, and if it could land him a fine. He debates slipping down to the hangar, just to sit with bl- red. Red. Right. He's the red paladin now. The right hand. Keith's right hand. He looks down at his phone again, nearly buffing the wall as he rounds a corner, hankering after a good cup of coffee.
What a load of bullshit-
THUNK.
His phone hits the ground before he does, sprawled out atop his own limbs like a baby giraffe in space. And there, towering above him - like he always is - Keith Kogane. Still in his Blade's issued uniform, he reeks of stale blood and B.O. Those dark eyes have the nerve to look pitifully down on his second as he extends a hand. Lance, in what he thinks is appropriate cool-and-smooth fashion, slaps it away, awkwardly cobbling himself back to his feet.
"Keith. Wasn't expecting to see you up this late." Red comments, curtly. "Ditto." The black paladin crows. His voice is creaky, thick with exhaustion. Now that Lance gets a good look at him, he's... lacking fight. Haggard and pale, new cuts and bruises glanced across the scarce amount of skin Lance can see. The red paladin wonders briefly just how many scars Keith is hiding from him, under that sleek black leather. "What time is it?" "Like 3:30-something, last I checked." ".. Fuck." "Don't say 'fuck' Keith, it's crass."
"Fuck, sorry." He is not, arms over his chest, fingers curled against his biceps.
Touché.
"We're up in a few hours, so uh. Get some rest." Keith samples leadership.
"If that was gonna happen, dude, I would not be stood here with you in this dark, dark hallway." Lance spits it back out.
"Right, no. Of course. Do what you have to, and don't be late tomorrow." "Today." Red helpfully supplies. "You're uh, dismissed..?" The subject of said dismissal gawks. "You can't dismiss me from a -hallway- in the ship I sleep in, this isn't a board meeting." Lance grimaces, and steers himself back onto course - the main kitchen. He was getting coffee, Keith or no Keith. Quiet footsteps fall behind him, and then louder ones as the black paladin remembers he doesn't have to hide his presence in the castle. What a strange person he'd become. Their fearless leader, living a life of concealment and solitude. How lonely that must be. He shakes away the sympathy before it makes a home inside him.
-
The bright lights of the kitchen hurt his eyes, and Lance bemoans such to himself, making every effort to keep his griping from Keith's prying ears. They'd made the tactical discovery recently that the man's hearing was almost twice as effective in range and clarity as the average human's.
Which would be sick, if it wasn't Keith.
But he hears him, like he always does, and stalks off to fix the problem in that begrudging, duty-bound manner that's supposed to make him seem long suffering and martyred. He scans something against the indent below the light fixture, and smacks away at an airborne keypad for a few seconds. The atmosphere around them shifts to an admittedly much more tolerable dim yellow. Lance grumbles his thanks, and Keith just nods his head sluggishly, dead on his feet. "Why don't you take your own advice, hm? Go to bed. We need the black lion operational tomorrow. That can't happen if you're passed out until noon."
"Don't tell me what to do." "I wouldn't have to if you weren't so pig-headed. You're still in uniform, man. You reek." Keith actually has the decency to sniff himself, and Lance bites down on a laugh as he recoils from his own underarm. "Message received. But I'm not tired." "Bullcrap. You look exhausted."
"I am."
And Lance understands what he means. Hell, he's feeling it too. There's this odd collision of interest now, and he goes about making his coffee in silence, with dark eyes watching him from the corner.
He pulls open a stiff drawer at hip-height, crouching down to reach inside for his stash of dark roast coffee - sourced from a space-mall excursion a few months ago. He keeps it sealed in an airtight container, in a paper bag, in the back of the most neutral temp cupboard on deck. It's not great stuff, some cheap American bastardisation of actual dark roast, but it'll do.
"If you're going to stay, please stop staring at me." He pokes his head up and hauls himself back to his feet. Where was that sugar again..-
"Alright."
It's in Keith's hands, apparently.
"How did you-" "Café cubano. You think you're good at hiding the coffee, but it smells strong. I sometimes follow the smell into the kitchen. From there, the awful mess you leave behind makes it pretty easy to guess what you were making. Who takes an espresso pot into space?" "Not me. I had Hunk and Pidge make it for me. It's a lot more advanced than I need it to be. It actually lowers the boiling point of the water, without blanching the coffee's flavour. Might be why the smell is so strong, though."
Lance chooses to rise above the slight on his cleanliness.
"Huh. Go Hunk and Pidge."
"Seriously. Genius freaks, the both of them."
Red smiles.
-
Lance sets his whisk down, and pours off the dark coffee from the jug in his left hand, sending azuquita frothing and bubbling to the top of the pot. It floats, sweet and bitter, as he transfers it to an oddly shaped Altean mug, and takes a sip. It's boiling, and it burns, but it's good.
Just like Keith had described, there are spoons and whisks and bowls and dustings of sugar and coffee grounds strewn across the tabletop, and the Red paladin flusters as Black swoops in to clean. Something about this felt entirely too personal, domestic. Like they weren't fighting a war. Like they weren't fighting eachother. He scoops up his mug, and turns heel. "I'm going to the bridge."
Keith is silent except for a hum of acknowledgement.
-
Loud footsteps approach him again, hunched over himself, hair fluttering from his eyes with each heavy breath. His coffee still half-drank, to be savoured. He preferred to finish his drinks in company, but it wasn't like he'd been expecting Keith to follow him.
So why he isn't at all surprised when Keith slumps down beside him is anyone's guess.
The stars are, well, about as starry as usual. The air is a comfortable degree and the floor hums quietly as the belly of the metal beast around them croaks and groans, driving them through empty space.
Keith is looking at him, and the mess of his hair, those dark, impossibly bright eyes... it all feels so Keith. He smells a little better, and he's back in his usual t-shirt and jeans, jacket forgone for informality's sake. For just a moment, Lance can pretend it'll be Shiro waking them both up tomorrow. As equals, tired and late to dash into the hangar. Keeping score, neck and neck.
"Your coffee's gonna go cold." Keith snips at the silence.
"Oh, so what I'm hearing is that you wanna make the trek back to the kitchen to reheat it for me?" "Shut up.. You wouldn't drink it even if I did." "You're probably right, Mullet."
Lance pauses for a moment.
"Why'd you come down here?" "Why haven't you told me to fuck off yet?" "Not sure." "Ditto." Touché. Again. Conversation starts to feel a little easier now.
"Fuck man. This is so bad. We're in for it tomorrow. We quite literally will not have our head screwed on straight." Lance laughs at his own joke, swiping a hand through his hair and leaning back on an open palm.
Keith laughs too, rolling his eyes up into those remarkable bangs.
"Not to mention we'll be keeping the rest of the team at -arm's length-'."
Keith's turn to laugh at his own joke, while lance digs his fist into the other man's shoulder. "Boo! That was lame. You're lame, Kogane. Lame Kogane is what I'm calling you now." "How will I ever recover." "Try and sound a little hurt."
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They're both laughing now. "No- no, really, I'm slighted." "You sound like you're reading the fucking weather forecast!" "You said fuck!" "Fuck off!" "Hah! Said it again."
And there it is. The film that keeps them bound by duty is broken, and they come undone into something far deeper than 1st and 2nd.
Blue bites and red bites back harder, but they never break the skin.
They're on their feet now, dancing around the deck under the intimate gaze of a hundred-thousand burning stars. Surrounded by life, yet completely and totally alone.
"I'm not drinking that-! Lance, I'm serious- Lance!" Red warns, hands extended to keep Blue at arm's length. (He'd appreciate the call-back.) But Lance, brandishing cold coffee and an impish grin, is quicker, and likes to watch the impenetrable fortress that is Keith Kogane crumble. He vaults the central control panel, to Keith's shrieking horror, and manages to dump half the remaining cup down the back of the other's shirt. It elicits another delightful shrill from Red, as he wrestles with his own skin in an attempt to flee the sensation. Lance swears that for a moment, there's something glinting yellow in Keith's eyes. He bares his teeth and grunts in a way that is decidedly inhuman.
It should scare him, but it only excites him, fills his blood with ice-hot curiosity, intrigue that borders on an inescapable infatuation. SO much about Keith that he didn't know. So much that he wanted to find out.
"Sorry!"
He wanes, half-heartedly, still in fits of laughter as Kogane manages to wrest his shirt off, wearing a flimsy navy tank underneath. He'd have preferred red, but space makes fashion a slim-pickings ordeal. Lance finds it brings out his eyes.
-
Somewhere along the way, they ended up like this. Lance shifts his arm from where it's pinned under Keith's head to check the hour. 5:30. They're running out of time. Red and Blue will be packaged up neatly again, and in thirty minutes Black and Red will take the helm and shoulder of a beast they have no business knowing how to fly.
Lance aches, body and mind. They're sprawled out in Allura's holodeck, heads side by side as they stare up at a night sky so very different to the ones they see from the castle. It's earth, just a few miles south of the Garrison. A cliffside overlooks the desert, and Blue can almost feel the dust under his fingers, sweeping through Keith's hair as it ruffles against his cheekbones.
Blue pulls red just a little bit closer.
Just twenty minutes more.
Neither of them are ready to lead.
Chiselled soldiers made of hollow glass. Lacking experience, robbed of simple youth.
They are driven by duty. It pumps their lungs like great bellows, keeps their legs moving when their hearts have stopped.
Ten more minutes.
Lance feels his eyes slip shut, damp and tired. He curls into red and lets himself dream for a few minutes more.
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cnwolf-brainrot · 10 months ago
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you know something I want to see in a new version of TMNT? At some point I want to see a Splinter that actually DOES SOMETHING.
Don’t get me wrong here, I adore the versions of Splinter we’ve gotten. 2012 especially has a lot of effect on the story, Rise Splinter was a very unique take, 2003 Splinter has a great personality, and I love Mayhem Splinter’s protectiveness. But you know what I’ve noticed? Every first outing/first time we see the turtles leave the sewers, Splinter never goes with them. Sometimes that’s because they’ve been going out on their own for a while (Rise, Mayhem) but even then we never really hear about Splinter ever accompanying them. This bothers me especially in 2012 when Splinter explicitly gives them permission and expresses concern, but doesn’t make any move to go supervise. And, more than that, it bothers me that we never see Splinter go on any patrols with the turtles. He comes in for big fights and such, but it doesn’t feel like he does much in the day-to-day.
What I really want is a new Turtles show or movie where Splinter has the same protectiveness as Mayhem’s Splinter with the capabilities of 2012’s Splinter; a super over-protective father who wants to be in the fight just as much as his kids are. He insists on being there with them as they finally venture to the surface for the first time, and as the turtles get wrapped up in their usual BS he takes the lead on things like patrols and protecting the city. For the whole first season of this show SPLINTER would be the turtles technical leader, which would give Leo a chance to grow as a character first before the leadership position is given to him. There would also probably be some tension as the turtles begin to feel smothered by Splinter’s overprotectiveness and get to the point where they want to go out on their own, but this Splinter is still Hamato Yoshi deep down and he doesn’t want to give up the adrenaline of being a fighter or give anyone the chance to hurt his sons.
The first season of this show would end with the classic big fight, and in it Splinter would get severely injured. This injury would give the turtles all the push they need to act like a team without Splinter’s guidance; and give Leo the push he needs to step forward and act like a true leader. They beat the big bad guy without Splinter’s help, and Splinter finally realizes that he doesn’t need to be watching every move his sons make. From here Splinter would take on a more traditional role as he heals. He stays in the lair, trains the turtles as best as he can, gives advice, etc. Now of course this Splinter does eventually get restless and there’d probably be a few episodes where HE is the one trying to sneak out of the lair and the turtles get overprotective on him, but he does accept his new role. He’s never the same after his injury and probably has to actively use a walking stick now, but he still finds times where he can actively join the fight.
I don’t know if this is something we’ll ever see but I’m kind of sick of the “I’ll just help out in the big fights” Splinters we’ve seen. I want a Splinter who takes an actually active role in the story, not just a passive mentor figure who only helps when needed. Like dude you can only sit in the sewers and meditate for so long, get a hobby or something. Give me a Splinter who goes LOOKING for a fight and it’s his sons that have to drag him away from it.
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behindthewox · 1 month ago
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Where has WoPEU gone?
No, no, I don’t mean where has the url or the actual site gone, I mean where has what makes it EU gone? Let me explain.
WoPEU is the longest running of all the english language sites. For a long time, it had a reputation for being the sillier, more welcoming and more inclusive of the english sites. Its first long term leader was a prominent member of the community, they were approachable, took part in the randomness, pranked their users in good-natured ways and fully embodied that sort of vibe that made it a fun place to hang out and for its new members. It was a site that went on to help spawn other sites after getting new users settled there or trained up. It also had the highest retention rate by far of its staff than seen on a lot of sites. The leaders were always people that users could go to easily with anything, they advocated for the userbase in its entirety, they could be counted upon to get involved in anything and everything and were actively roleplaying with literally anyone who asked (which was a lot). The newer leaders, born from the same sort of atmosphere that the site’s community embodied, were along the same vein and helped steer the joyful ship through some tough waters. Together, they all set a strong tone of what the community went on to make of EU.
WoPUK was a good site too, I enjoyed my time there, but there’s no denying that the two places were very different from each other. UK had a reputation for having a very loyal, if small, base, and if you were a part of that, it was a great place to be. But it was a closed community, a retreat for some, anyone could see the high staff turnover, and new users found it hard to dig their way in and make a home.
Zoom forward to now and WoPEU is a very different place. Its leader is not approachable, is hardly around in a social manner, and when they are, they give an impression of forced fakeness rather than authentically a part of the community. Less a part, more an overseer. I’m not saying they’re bad at their job and I’m sure they’re working very hard. But they’re from a different world, and as a result, they have a very different approach and it’s having a big effect on the site and its community as a whole. They seem to be more of a firm sitting head that, while surely worked well on WoPUK and the dynamic there, is gratingly obvious in a place where the vibe was historically very different. And sadly, there’s nothing there in place to counter or to balance this.
The merge itself of the two sites needed to happen. They shouldn’t really have been separate in the first place, but hindsight and all that, it made sense to put them back together again and to concentrate efforts rather than split. And who says no to more friends? But regrettably, it wasn’t a merge that was done well. I won’t get into the details of why, I’m sure there are many opinions flying around about the specifics. But it can be summarized I think, now that we’re further along and able to look back, in the simple fact that the leadership they chose wasn’t the right one. If the type of closed-off-but-close community atmosphere was what they wanted, then sure, but for a site that was supposed to be more welcoming and open in order to have the merge go well, it wasn’t the right choice. And, quite frankly, the site is a grey shadow of its former self without the energy and silliness it once embodied.
Though some people will argue they foresaw problems like this before it happened, we can’t really know these things for sure until they do happen and their course has been running. And for that reason we can’t say for sure that choosing EU’s leaders would have produced a better result either. What we can say though is that it would have been a different path and a different merged site. And more importantly, we’re at a place now where we can look back and review and analyse what has been in order to see the effects of decisions made and, most notably, what is missing.
So where does this leave us now? With a sad site, to be honest. It can be clearly seen by anyone who actively participates, or tries to. Morale is low. People aren’t sticking around. There’s fewer jokes. A number of staff have recently stepped down, some of which have been prominent figures in their positions for over five real life years on EU and heavily devoted to their positions and community in the past. And while I don’t know these people well enough to be able to know why they’re leaving, the timing is telling. And sadly this despondent vibe is more than just a guess, it’s showing in the site and userbase itself. What was once a fun and varied community is morphing relatively quickly into the closed-off one that was UK, with what embodied EU, which could have countered this, being displaced or erased. This isn’t how the merge should have gone; it should’ve been a complementary merging of the two. In another timeline with other decisions, the site exists in a better form with a happier community and a brighter future, I’m sure. Instead, what we were all assured would not happen has in fact happened: that UK would simply overwrite EU. A great thing for people who enjoyed WoPUK for sure and I doubt any of those would find a complaint. But for a merged community, time is showing it isn’t working; the site is worse off for losing its EU half.
Leadership keeps coming up, so let’s tackle that now that time has passed. It’s possible to have someone leading who is good at their job and getting stuff done, but be entirely wrong for the community they lead. I believe that’s the case here. 
The current leader is extremely divisive. They’re someone who even other site leaders have expressed issues and reservations with, spoken about before the merge was even announced. Despite this, chances were given, their course was run and now we can review. They have benefits and in the right environment would work well, in the current one however, the fit does not seem to be there. They’re efficient and quick and able to make tough decisions, but their communication methods have raised countless issues as well as with their ability to take on feedback, criticism, to be flexible, or to just consider any other perspective and bend their views to take them on board rather than bullying their own point across. All things they can work on, sure, and I’ve heard they are trying. But can you work on developing that heart that the site is so sorely lacking now? The newest hire I’ve only heard good things about, however I can’t help but note the misstep of an opportunity missed there to share leadership with exEU alongside exUK to form a better balance for mergedEU. Former EU leaders were pushed out of their positions in the same way UK staff lost theirs. If merged site staff step down, exUK are currently offered those positions. But when one of the merged leaders stepped down, why weren’t those who lost those positions, exEU, also first in line to replace and co-lead? Maybe they were and they declined, I can’t claim to know, but the question remains and especially now that the effects that an absence of exEU is now causing is being realized. One of those who lost their positions and has been a long-term member of staff on EU pre-merge, has now gone on to lead WoPUS. They embody that same kind of spirit from being part of the team or family of exEU and have taken their part of that and its silliness with them. I have no doubts that US will do well with them and partly because of that. Meanwhile, the new EU will likely continue to flounder under its very different - and honestly boring - rule. The core community will stay and continue to argue its benefits and lack of faults I’m sure (or at least its UK core will), but is that what we need for a happy shared community that we want to grow? For half of its userbase to feel neglected and pushed out? A community is what makes a site, but a leader is what helps shape it, and this shape is very quickly losing any form that includes EU’s spirit. We didn’t get the marriage of features to create something new and better, we just got UK again instead.
And yes, it can be argued that I am biased. And I am - I had a favorite between the two, pre-merge. I do appreciate both sites and see both their good sides (and bad), I just personally found it easier to integrate into EU, and on alts, and remain, because of the things I mention, as well as personally finding more enjoyment in its more fun and inclusive environment. For that reason I mourn those aspects of EU that have been lost and I have left too. 
I was very happy for an EU/UK merge and felt it was the right (but difficult) call to make. What a shame we didn’t actually get it. 
[disclaimer: the text above is a submission sent in by an anonymous contributor, and they are expressing their personal feelings and opinions. I'm just posting it / fish]
TL;DR (for those of you who don't like to read essays) WoP EU has lost its' former character due to the merge. It feels like the old EU vibes have been replaced with the UK vibes, which isn't necessarily a bad thing but it's a loss for those who preferred and loved the old EU vibes. Anon also questions why the leadership wasn't split between one exEU and one exUK user, providing insight from both sides and maintaining both cultures.
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funkyllama · 3 months ago
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What are the biggest ways Eloise has changed since we met her, and how do you think she's going to keep changing? 👀
Hello my friend!
Eloise's dealings in romance is the most obvious theme of the story, on a surface or new-reader level, her three relationships are what move the story along. But, I think there's more to telling her story than that. She's gone through a lot of grief that was, in a way, delayed until the events of the story. So much has happened within the span of about two years. Elle was privliged enough to have examples in two queens (Vivi and Hana) who taught with dignity, responsibility, and a good sense of leadership. However, their emotional baggage was so bottled and passed along that, in the time they had with her, it couldn't be effective. What she witnessed, really, was generational anger and grief at the cost of ones self, in Hana, Vivi, and Lorraine. She had learned that this was the Rodchester way of rule. In every act, though, those lessons came undone in a way that couldn't for any of her foremothers. In the first act she watched, as Viviane fell into her own past and as Arthur broke up with her. During the second, she took a more active role. Eloise trained, started working, and was apart of a situationship without attachment. She wasn't ready for what happened to her and Vivi, and just like her examples, Elle picked up her shit and carried on. In the third act, I think she did the most growing. She became a mother with righteous anger for the wrongs she percieved to have been done to her child. For a while, she was able to forgive and grow from Raheem and Violas debatable wrongdoings. As Queen, she was able to perform her duties with little change from the Status Quo, of course in the wave of nationalism that comes after horrible political violence aided in that, but it still wasn't easy. She had, like, four months of preperation while her simblr world co-workers are prepared from birth. I wish I would have focused more on the immediate aftermath. Though, the outcome would have been the same. When Eloise was at her lowest moment of private, even really from the audience, grief she trusted a man. Which isn't a mistake in and of itself, but by the time she learned his intentions it became one. When Elle was faced with this betrayal she turned inward, as she was taught. But of course it didn't work, this sort of self-sacrafice was eating her alive as it did to Vivi before her. Nothing Eloise was taught had worked for her and it may have taken a push from a very much involved outsider to realize that. Despite the story changing vastly from what I originally planned, her arc stayed the same. Eloise learned that what she and her foremothers were taught had irreparably harmed them and that if she wanted to grow, or forge a better path for herself and her future, she would need to make active and drastic change. In the end, Elle ensured Philippe's distressed loyalty to her and voiced her anger to the detriment of her close personal love and friendship, which she'd formerly held closest to herself. She's learning to value new, less personal, things between stories. For now, I can say that will manifest first in the reorganization of her council; she's no longer thinking as a successor, but as The Queen.
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